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defectivexfragmented · 4 months

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Get to know the rper - RP related

Send me a ♔ for me to describe a favorite rp character of mine.

Probably Matt. Mainly because writing him forced me to change how I approach writing a character. All of his replies are written without any references to sight. I reread my partner's reply countless times so I can make all of the references Matt would need to navigate the situation; heartbeats, sounds, scents, perfumes, shampoos, temperature, etc. Maintaining a healthy balance between this information, inner monologue, actions, and dialogue in every single one of his replies has been a challenge but I love him for it.

Send me a ♕ for me to describe favorite rp character of someone else’s.

@honorhearted's Ben Tallmadge. Turn is such a small fandom so I have no idea how the hell I found them but so happy I did! They are so wonderful and patient. Their Ben is the hidden gem of Tumblr, I swear. Ben's voice is so accurate along with his mannerisms and some of the headcanons we have for Clint and Ben are hysterical. To make it all so much (and I absolutely love this fact) they actually research what would be accurate for the time period. Lobbycock! They are such a joy to see on the dash! If you are not following, I would highly recommend!

Send me a ♦ for me to describe a plot that I’ve been wanting to do.

I've been really wanting to do a plot around Matt and his hatred of swimming. First off, he can swim. He's not Michael Phelps but he is skilled enough to keep himself alive. Water really messes with senses, both overwhelming and "blinding" at the same time. I've been dying to do something around this but I'm also very hesitant to because I fear the thread would turn into Matt being mocked. The whole thing is supposed to be a moment of vulnerability and chance for a deeper connection with another muse but I really worry it would be Matt being mocked for being afraid of water, which he's not.

Send me a ☮ for me to describe an amazing rp experience.

I wrote a reply to very heavily angsty/emotional thread. Like I was tearing up writing the reply, which is extremely rare for me. I posted and was eagerly waiting for my partner to read it and I got an anon in my inbox. Someone who apparently reads my threads (?!) had cried when they read the reply. I was FLOORED. I didn't even know anyone but my partners even read my threads so that alone was a massive compliment. Then to find out that the reply had brought them to tears! Any time I doubt my writing or myself, I just think back to the anon. I don't know who they are or if they still follow me or not but they really made me smile. It's been years and I still think of their anon when I'm feeling down.

Send me a ☠ for me to describe a terrible rp experience.

So it was a toss up between this and the time I was bullied to the point I nearly left tumblr.

Someone had followed me but I hadn't followed back. They sent a message to my inbox asking me if I would write with them, that they love my blog, yada yada yada. I caved. I said let's do a test thread but I wasn't going to follow back because they wrote mainly very short threads, a few sentences to a paragraph, and I didn't want all of that clogging up my dash. They were excited and instantly going on and on about wanting to be best friends. I explained that I had just gone through a fallout with someone a few weeks before and I wasn't interested in getting close to anyone at the moment. All I wanted to do was write and that's it. They said they understood. We did some plotting and they wrote a starter. A few days after they posted the stater, they asked me when I was going to reply to it. I explained I am a slow rper and that it's in my rules. A couple more days pass and they ask again. Once again, I explain I am slow with replies. Over the course of 10 days they asked me 4 times and each time I would say they same thing. Also, over the 10 days they are constantly messaging me; telling me how much they love me (not my writing, me, as in I love you), giving me a play by play of their daredevil rewatch, and so many headcanons. They really ignored the boundaries I set in the beginning. Day 11 I break and softblock them. They were causing me so much stress. Within minutes, they send me a message chewing me out, cursing me out, and wishing bad things on me and blocked me immediately. Holy shit. They don't respect my rules and boundaries that I very clear laid out multiple times to them but I am a piece of shit? That was almost two years ago and I still remember the blog name, just in case.

@mistrdctr

#get to know the mun #holy crap I wrote a lot #thank you so much for sending these!

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girldigital · 2 months

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Not sure

So much I should say but so little I actually want to do.

I saw Kelela last night after smoking a fatty and my goodness what a night, but it is crazy to think that that's pretty much any night I've had in NYC. Kind of.

I miss it over there, a lot. I'm starting to realize London really is only the bandaid, and it sucks that I'm only the side piece to the one who could take me there. I only get snippets - never the full song.

I hate living a life on the edge, of course it can be fun to never have stakes, but I am in a constant state of limbo. Never great joy nor great sadness. I want a life lived to the fullest and all I feel like I'm getting is a highlight reel (if I'm lucky).

Sorry I'm not really sure what I want to write about today. I had many thoughts, but nothing feels important at the moment. When you carry the same words in your head for a week straight I think you become less enclined to put them on paper, especially given how fresh the wound is.

I'd want to talk about human connections but they're so fragmented at the moment.

I haven't cried in a bit and I know I could if I opened the door. I don't want to yet, perhaps because I'm alone.

I just ordered birth control for the man I can't let go of, not even sure if I'll get to see him next time I'm home. I think so, but then again, my luck is only 50/50. Maybe that should be one of my tattoos.

I want to split myself open and pour it all out but there would be nobody to clean the mess. Tears are streaming down my face now so I think it's time I go back to being productive.

I should've known everything started too well.

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self-proclaimed-best-blog · 4 months

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I'm getting better. I think I've finally found happiness. I may not have a full grasp of it but I can see it in my wake. Just in reach. I've found people who complete me, who love me, who'll do anything for me and I'll do anything for them just the same. These people... make me wanna work hard. They make me push myself because now I have something to look forward to. Their presence, laughs, smiles, cries, tears, all are worth being alive for. I want to experience life with them. Everyday, I'm so excited to talk to them!!! Beyond jovial to love the people who love me. I used to be kind of a jerk, actually I was a whole emotionally unintelligent dickwad prick and I was like this for several years because of some stupid little mess ups. I actually almost lost the person I loved most because I couldn't say 3 simple words and 8 simple letters. I used to be a recluse too. I didn't express a single interest that was deemed "nerdy" or "uncool" for a looong time. I loved things like anime, comics, manga, books, 80s movies, cinematography, piano and so much more and yet I tried to convince myself I had nothing to do with those things. I was stupid. Thanks to my friends, and the community I call home, I'm finally myself. I can express my interests shamelessly, and spread love while it gets reciprocated back to me. Hell, I even made up to the person I almost lost and now I say I love you to them everyday. I'm shamelessly experiencing joy for the first time in a long time. I'm a man, I will struggle, that I understand comes with the package of being human. Sure, maybe I have some issues with homosexuality, maybe I feel like I work a dead end job, maybe sometimes I still experience the urges of the recluse I once was, but it's okay! I'll be okay. I know that now. I know that now that I'm better. I'm proud of myself and how far I've come.

I hope this lasts, happy new year, cheers.

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> double black [final part] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

Let's end this with a bang, shall we? Also, let's not cry too much, okay? [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

4,004 words

warning: SMUT, double vaginal penetration, oral [M], face fucking, slight degradation, passing out, emotions in the end

note: we're finally done! thanks to everyone who took the time to read my silly story! I truly hope this brought you some type of joy and entertainment! I would appreciate some final feedback now that we are finished. Please dont be shy 🥺❤

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || Masterlist

I couldn't help the deep sigh that left from behind my lips as strong hands massaged my back, my body relaxing on the comfortable massage bed. A floral, relaxing scent wafted through my nose, further relaxing me.

"Your body is so tense," a soft, feminine voice said and I hummed in response, eyes closing as the person's hands continued to massage me. "Don't worry, I'll have you all better by the end."

I just hummed again, letting my mind wander as the masseuse massaged my muscles. If she noticed the bruises and bite marks left on my skin, she didn't say anything, just massaging them a little more carefully.

The night before... just thinking back to it made me chew on my bottom lip, remembering how both Chuuya and Dazai thoroughly fucked me deep into the night. They basically turned me inside out, pulling orgasm after orgasm from my body, using me in any which way to please them until I was a fucked out, shaking mess, lying on my back staring blankly at the ceiling.

I can hear their laughter still in my head, the dirty words they whispered still fresh in my mind. Can still feel their rough fingers digging into my flesh, in my mouth, inside me, pulling me into new heights over and over again until I was basically brain dead.

Last night was the first night in days that I had actually gotten some sleep, having woken up refreshed, yet still sore just this morning. It took a bit to get up and walk around, searching for clothes only to remember that I didn't even pack a bag when Chuuya brought me to the penthouse.

"You won't need it," Chuuya told me, sitting at the bar and sipping some tea. He only wore his pants, his shirtless form making me flustered a bit.

"I can't walk around naked, you know. What if I need to leave the penthouse?" I huffed, earning a laugh from Dazai, who was still cuddled up in the blankets.

"You're not leaving, bella~"

I scoffed. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I took vacation time."

"Bullshit."

Dazai just grinned at me and I rolled my eyes. I can just hear Kunikida bursting a blood vessel at this very moment. I shook my head, feeling Chuuya come up and hug me from behind, kissing on my neck softly.

"You won't be leaving," he confirmed Dazai's statement and I shivered slightly. "The masseuse will be here in an hour, so eat breakfast. I felt just how tight and tense your body was last night."

"We need you to be nice and pliable~" Dazai sang and I scoffed, my face heating up.

"Horn dogs..." I grumbled, Chuuya letting me go. After a much needed shower and breakfast, there was a knock on the door and now here I was, the very skilled masseuse kneading out every tight knot in my body.

"Thank you," Chuuya told the masseuse after finishing the session with me. He handed her a fat wad of cash and as she headed out the penthouse, more than pleased with the large tip.

"... and you really think you don't scream 'sugar daddy'?" I asked him, earning a huff and a glare from the red head. Dazai snickered, arm wrapping around my loose body. He led me over to the bar to join Chuuya and I sat on the stool. There was a bit of a silence and I took a look at the two of them before I set my hands on the bar.

"Okay," I started. "Let's talk."

"Ohhh, exciting," Dazai hummed, grabbing the whiskey and pouring himself a glass. "Now that things have finally settled down, I guess it's finally time to have this conversation."

Chuuya was confused. "What conversation?"

"What else? This," I gestured between the three of us. "Us."

"... aren't we just what, fuck buddies? Hell, we were only supposed to have a one night stand!"

"Yet, here we are, Chuuya."

"That's what happens when you have good pussy," Dazai remarked and I gasped, completely scandalized as my face heated up.

"Dazai!"

"What, it's true!"

"Ugh, even if we are just fuck buddies, we have to set boundaries! Expectations!" I exclaimed. "We haven't used condoms, we know Dazai is a little thot-"

"Hey!"

"Pfft!"

"Don't laugh, Chuuya, you are way too pretty to not be gettin' some."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, you're the only one I've been sleeping with," Dazai admitted and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I don't know if I believe you."

"But it's true! Whose bed have I been in the most recently?"

"I... well, you have a point."

"And you're the first I've had in a while," Chuuya admitted himself. "I had a lot of things going on."

I nodded my head in understanding, fiddling with my thumbs a bit. "Well... I just want us to be safe. And well, you know, happy so... I don't mind... keeping things how they are now. You know, casual..." I was getting a bit flustered.

"I don't have a problem with it," Dazai said with a shrug.

"Of course you don't," Chuuya huffed. "But fine. It'll be better if feelings don't get involved anyway."

"Oh, most definitely," I agreed with a nod of my head. "And if anyone wants out, then that's okay."

"Oh bella, I don't think that's happening anytime soon," Dazai hummed, finishing his whiskey. He set the glass down, capturing my gaze with his heated eyes and I gasped softly. I then felt my hair being pushed to the side and I bit my lip as Chuuya pressed up against me, kissing on my neck.

"Wait-" I gasped, watching as Dazai stood up from his stool, already pulling off his shirt. "We need to-"

"Talking is over," Chuuya whispered, easily pulling me off the stool. We followed Dazai back towards the bed, it was made with fresh, clean sheets. My mind immediately wandered back to the night before and a chill went down my spine.

It didn't take long for things to get heated, me now sandwiched between them standing at the foot of the bed. My hands were in Chuuya's hair as we kissed, his hands going to undo the robe I was in. The soft material fell to the ground and from behind, Dazai cupped my breasts in his hands, leaving hot, open mouth kisses on my neck.

Dazai's fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples, while Chuuya pushed his hand between my legs, fingers finding my clit. I gasped when he started to rub circles on it, his free arm wrapping around my waist to keep me still.

"You're so wet already," Chuuya whispered against my lips and I whined softly.

"Are you surprised?" Dazai asked, his voice dark yet teasing. "Our dirty little girl is always ready for us to just... take her. Is that right?"

He had asked me and I whimpered softly, nodding my head as I bit my lip to keep me from moaning loudly as Chuuya pushed two fingers inside my wet pussy. Dazai tutted, Chuuya snickering a bit as Dazai grabbed me by my hair, yanking my head back. I cried out, Dazai hissing in my ear.

"I thought we taught you yesterday. Use your fucking words."

"Yes!" I cried out, Chuuya slowly fucking his fingers into me, making it harder for me to talk. I knew I had to answer, but the way that his fingers curled into me made it oh so difficult. No fair. "Yes... 'm so wet for you... I always want you..."

"And why is that?" Chuuya asked, curling his fingers again, Dazai reaching around to rub on my clit as he mouthed along my neck.

"Cause!" I squealed. "I'm- I'm a whore... your whore... your subordinate..."

The men cursed and I found myself thrown onto the bed, only getting a quick second to gather my thoughts before they were on me, Dazai now kissing me deeply while Chuuya kissed along on my chest, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned in pleasure, squeezing my thighs together, only for both men to reach and spread my legs open.

"Don't fucking hide your pussy from me," Chuuya growled and I whimpered and nodded, crying out when Dazai pushed two of his long fingers into me.

It wasn't long until I found myself on my hands and knees, Chuuya fucking me from behind while Dazai held a tight grip on my head, fucking my mouth. My moans were muffled, the two men moaning, hissing and cursing from their own pleasure.

"I don't know which I like better, your pussy or this hot fucking mouth," Dazai hissed down at me, thrusting his cock deep into my throat then going still, almost making me gag as he made my mouth cockwarm him. "That's right, savor it..."

"Definitely love this pussy, so fucking tight..." Chuuya grunted, hands digging into my hips as he continued to fuck me, the feeling of my walls convulsing around him bringing him near his orgasm. "Fuck, dollface... it's like you were made for us, made for me." He moved his hand around to start rubbing at my clit, my moans and screams muffled by Dazai's cock.

Tears were already running down my face, the vibration from my moans making Dazai tilt his head back as he groaned deeply. Chuuya only had to fuck into me a bit longer before my orgasm rushed through me, my eyes rolling back and my toes curling as I tightened impossibly hard around him. Dazai quickly pushed my head away from him, and I knew it was because I was so close to unconsciously biting him.

"Fuck!" Chuuya quickly pulled out, beginning to stroke his cock himself, when I suddenly shouted.

"Inside! Please!"

Not even thinking about it, Chuuya plunged right back inside of me, pressing me down onto the bed with his hands on my back. His thrusts were almost wild, rough with reckless abandon and I sobbed, clawing into the bed sheets until I found what felt like someone's thigh, clinging onto it.

Feeling Chuuya cum deep inside of me triggered yet another orgasm for me and my mouth was wide open in a silent scream. I barely registered Dazai's hand cupping my jaw, his other stroking his cock until he came right into my gaping mouth.

"Oh fuck, bella... c'mon, swallow it all..." Dazai cooed, closing my mouth for me, wiping my tears away as I did as he told me. I opened my mouth to show him and he smiled slightly. "That's a good girl..."

"Fuck... that was intense..." Chuuya breathed out, lying on his back as I slowly sat up on the bed, catching my breath. My body shook, my mind still hazing as I looked over the two of them. At the sight of blood on Dazai's thigh, my jaw dropped.

"Oh no, I'm sorry..." I whispered, seeing just how hard I dug my nails into his skin.

Dazai just chuckled, waving his hand dismissively as he made himself comfortable against the headboard. "Don't worry about it, bella."

"But-"

"If you're that worried, then come make it up to me. Come sit on this cock."

A chill goes down my spine, but I was already moving to crawl over to him, straddling him and sinking down right on his cock. I gasped sharply, still feeling a bit sensitive but I took it like a champ, trembling on Dazai's lap. Immediately I start to slowly ride him, hands on his shoulders. My head tilted back, eyes closed as I moaned softly.

Dazai just gazed at me, a fond look on his face. The look went away as he looked over at Chuuya, his lips curling up just a bit. "Hey Chuuya..."

"Ugh, what, you bastard?" Chuuya grunted, lifting his head up to look over at us. He watched as Dazai stopped me, squeezing on my ass before he spread my cheeks apart, exposing more of how my pussy swallowed his cock. "Why don't you join us?"

I immediately tense up in his lap, Chuuya's jaw dropping just a bit at the suggestion. He listened to Dazai coo in my ear, hands now rubbing on my back.

"Wouldn't you like two cocks stuffing that pussy, bella?" he hummed, squeezing on my ass again. "Mm, even Chuuya likes that idea, he's hard again."

Chuuya blushed. "Well, who wouldn't be after hearing that?" he scoffed, noticing me looking over my shoulder to look at him, and his cock.

I bit my lip, my mind running at forty thousand miles an hour. The thought of both Dazai and Chuuya stuffing my pussy full of their cock honestly made my heart race, my body shaking as I got so aroused. There was no other answer to be said, and I slowly nodded my head.

A tut. "Words, bella."

"Yes... Yes please. I want you both to fuck me at the same time... I want you to ruin me..."

"Fuck," Chuuya cursed. "You're gonna be the fucking death of me, I hope you know that, dollface."

Dazai laughed, watching Chuuya rummage in the bedside drawer and producing a bottle of lubricant. "Our Chuuya, always so prepared!"

"Oh, shut up, bastard!" Chuuya shouted, climbing back onto my bed and positioning himself behind me. I tensed up again and he huffed, gently kissing on my neck. "You need to relax, dollface. We'll take care of you."

"Hmm," Dazai hummed in agreement, giving me a sweet kiss as Chuuya started to coat his cock with the lubricant. "Relax, it will feel good."

I nodded again, kissing Dazai as a way to distract myself as Chuuya started to rub some extra lube on my pussy. Dazai deepened the kiss, making me moan lightly as I felt Chuuya finally press the head of his cock against my entrance. I took a deep breath, Dazai kissing down on my neck as Chuuya slowly pushed inside of me.

"Fuck..." Chuuya gasped out breathlessly, shuddering deeply as he continued to push in slowly. My head was tilted back, a far away look in my eyes as my mouth hung open. It was like nothing I've ever felt before, so full, so fucking tight and intense. Chuuya pressed his forehead against my shoulder, breathing heavily as he finally bottomed out.

Dazai was just as affected, his eyes glazed over, his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he breathed heavily. "Shit... I could die like this," he whispered. "H-how are you, bella..."

"I..." I stumbled, whimpering when Chuuya shifted just a bit, all three of us hissing as he did so. "Fuck, it feels so good..."

Chuuya was the first to move, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in. My walls around him, his cock rubbing against Dazai's, it was all too much and Chuuya found him struggling to keep himself in check.

Dazai slowly started to thrust on his own, our breaths coming out strained and haggard as they started to figure out a rhythm to keep. Soon, our moans and grunts sounded about the room, my whines and high pitched squeals ripping from my mouth while they both fucked me so deep, their mouths on any part of my body they can reach.

The headboard thudded against the wall with each thrust, sweat dripping down our bodies. No surprise that tears start to flow down my face, their hands squeezing my body. A hand grabs my face and Chuuya turns my head to kiss me deeply, our tongues swirling around each other as another tongue laps at my nipples.

"Fuck, bella, do you know how fucking beautiful you are," Dazai gasped out against my chest. I only whined, their thrusts becoming a bit more rough, the sounds of skin slapping against skin getting louder, as well as our moans and cries.

"Please... please, it feels so good!" I cried out, tossing my head against Chuuya's head, my hands gripping Dazai's shoulders tightly. "I feel so full..."

"Full of our cocks, huh?" Chuuya groaned. "Fucking you so good... you look so fucking pretty right now, so fucking dirty..."

"Like the whore you are," Dazai continued, smirking.

"Y-your whore..." I mumbled, biting on my lip. "Oh... God... I'm gonna come..."

That only seemed to spur them on, as their thrusts became rougher, their breaths labored as they squeezed my body tight as they fucked me nice and deep. My eyes screwed shut, another cry leaving my lips as the dam finally broke, orgasm tearing through me as my whole body just went rigid, walls convulsing and tightening around them as my vision went white. I just barely registered them cumming inside me when suddenly, my vision went dark.

I was on my back when I suddenly came to and I stared up at the ceiling in confusion, trying to remember what the fuck happened.

"Hey, are you okay?" A gentle finger along my cheek made me jolt and I looked over to find Chuuya lying beside me on the bed, worried look on his face. "You passed out on us."

I was stunned. "I did? For how long?"

"Just a few minutes," Dazai answered, still naked as he walked over to the bed, handing me a bottle of water before climbing into the bed on the other side of me. "Drink that. We're gonna order room service soon."

"I..." I was still stunned, even as I downed half of the bottle of water. "That has never happened before..."

"It was just a bit too intense," Chuuya said, still keeping a gentle hand on me. "Scared the crap out of us."

I frowned. "Sorry..."

Chuuya chuckled softly, kissing my cheek. "Don't be. Somehow, I feel quite smug about this."

I snorted, Dazai just laughing as he shot Chuuya a look.

"Better to make them pass out than to put them to sleep?" he taunted and Chuuya immediately reacted, vein popping on his forehead.

"I have never put anyone to sleep! At least not in the bad way!"

"Yeah, Chuuya is no way boring in bed," you interjected and Dazai whined.

"Bella, I was just having fun!"

I stuck out my tongue at him, Chuuya grumbling in annoyance. He glared at Dazai, scoffing again before he reached over to the nightstand for the room service menu. Chuuya soon made the order for us, and we still lazed around in the bed, honestly not willing to move.

Then a thought came into my head and I groaned. "Fuck. We still have five more days." I slapped my forehead, making the two men burst out laughing.

"Don't think you passing out will stop our plans, dollface," Chuuya teased, kissing my neck and I shied away from him, only to find myself in Dazai's arms as he kissed all over my face.

"This is just a much needed break," he hummed happily, making me roll my eyes. Even if I didn't admit it, I was looking forward to what was next for us, and my poor body.

"Does this place have a hot tub?" I asked and Chuuya nodded.

"They do. And they are private." The implications in his tone made my face get hot and I coughed. They laughed and I just couldn't believe how high of a sex drive they had. Even so, I had no room to talk, considering I was probably no better. And that was okay.

"Can we break for the rest of today?" I then asked them and they shrugged.

"All you have to do is ask," Dazai replied, sending a teasing grin Chuuya's way. "Besides, now I can finally hang with my best bud."

"Oh cut the crap, Dazai," Chuuya growled in response. "As if I'll be friends with a bastard like you."

"Yeah... being friends with someone with horrible shoe taste totally isn't cool. Especially if he wears a stupid hat."

"My hat is not stupid!"

The two continued to argue, their clear dislike for each other making me sigh. I just ignored them, pulling on my robe and getting ready to receive the room service for when it arrives.

Could I survive five more days of...this?

"I'm gonna miss you so much," I whispered as I hugged my best friend tightly, feeling my eyes start to sting. The loud, busy bustle of the airport continued around us, folks from all walks of life coming and going. I pulled back from the hug, giving Keiko a wide, watery smile.

She wiped my tears away, her own tears threatening to fall. "Don't cry, honey. I'll be back before you know it."

As Keiko told me before, she was going away on an extended trip, and will be gone for six months, even longer. She needed to get out of Japan and go to a place where she could heal and find herself again, and Japan was not the place for that.

Just the thought of not having my best friend with me brought fresh tears to my eyes and I hugged her again. Keiko hugged me back just as tightly, the dam finally breaking and tears falling down her beautiful face.

"Thank you so much. For everything," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You saved my life. I will forever be indebted to you."

"No, Keiko," I pulled back again, shaking my head. "You are not. You will not be tied down to someone again, not even me."

Keiko frowned. "But-"

"Just get better," I told her firmly. "Heal. Become a better Keiko. Come back bigger and better than ever. That is how you can repay me." I smiled at her, reaching up to wipe her tears away. Her big eyes shone with tears and emotions, her lips quivering as she cupped my face.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," she said softly. "I love you."

I laughed softly, putting my hand over hers. "I love you too, Keiko. I am just a phone call away and I'll be here whenever you need me."

Keiko smiled wide, still cupping my face and I was surprised when she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss right on my lips. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as Keiko pulled away, giggling behind her hand.

"What was-"

"I'll be back in a blink of an eye," Keiko said, picking up her carry on bag. "And we're gonna have sooooo much catching up to do, so you better be ready! And please, don't get pregnant."

I gaped at her and Keiko laughed loudly. It made my heart race, that small glimpse of the old Keiko making me even more emotional. She waved at me one last time before turning and walking towards security. I watched as she went through, holding back my tears until she finally disappeared.

I took a deep breath, wiping the tears off my face before I turned to finally make my way out of the airport. I had come alone, just wanting to have this moment alone with Keiko. I didn't like the thought of being alone, but I knew that Keiko needed this more than anything, and I was proud of her for making such a huge decision. Besides, we could always facetime, so it's not like I'll be truly alone.

Getting into the taxi I had flagged down, I reached into my purse to grab my phone, gaping when my one messaging app showed over 100+ notifications. Opening it, I snorted a laugh when I realized it was because of Dazai and Chuuya fighting in the group chat I forced them to join. I sent in a short message before putting my phone away, shaking my head.

Yeah, with those two, I truly wouldn't be alone. I did worry for my sanity though, but that was something I worried about before I even moved to Japan. I took a glance into the rearview mirror of the taxi, not surprised to see in my reflection angry tears going down my face, even though my face was completely dry.

->The End

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lokifantasies · 3 years

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Father and Daughter PART 2

Jade and Loki talk.

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"Don't at me," Jade orders sadly as the Tumblr notification pops up on her phone – letting her know that her father is still desperately trying to get her to let him in.

"I'm sorry," Loki says – looking at the picture of his gorgeous daughter. "I just...I wish you'd let me in so I can look you in the eyes."

Jade scoffs. "Why? So you can see my heart crack even more? Wanna watch the tears you cause glisten in my eyes before they fall?"

Loki gives himself a fond smile. "Do you have any idea how absolutely petrified I was when your mother told me she was actually pregnant with you?" Jade remains quiet – wanting to try to believe in what the God of Mischief is telling her. "When I first saw you – the first ultrasound – I cried in the doctor's office – without caring who saw – my pride was in the small being on the screen. You were merely the size of a peanut, but I already loved you more than I've ever loved anything in my long life. To be honest, I secretly wished you would've been a son – I knew that if you were a daughter – I'd never stop worrying. I knew I'd mess up like this, and I still did it. The moment I held you in my arms for the very first time, I swore to every God and Fate to do anything it took to protect you from harm – to keep your heart whole and happy – your view of the world untarnished and pure."

"Great job on that," Jade tearfully scoffs – wiping her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie. "Really...fan-fucking-tastic."

Loki's head falls back to the door – making a small thumping sound. "You're growing up too fast, and I don't know how to deal with it," he finally confesses. "I know I can't stop you from becoming an adult. You'll be driving in a few months – going off to college in a couple of years..."

"Can we get to the part where you lie to me?" Jade asks impatiently – wanting to get this over with so she can be alone.

Loki sighs. "I need you to know how much I love you, Jade," he repeats through the door. "You're my first-born daughter and my best friend." Jade keeps quiet – signaling Loki to keep going. "When Evan attacked you that night...I began wondering and panicking over the what-ifs...What if you hadn't trusted me enough to call for me? What if he had forced you into something? What if he ended up getting his way with you?"

"The what-ifs don't matter," Jade argues softly. "He didn't."

"I know," Loki clears his throat. "But my mind wandered even further. What if he had forced himself on you – stealing your virginity away?"

Jade chuckles in annoyance. "Then I'd hope you would've actually murdered him!" she exclaims. "Get to the point already."

Loki closes his eyes – wishing he didn't have to do this, but he knows he has to. "If he had, then you would've realized that I lied to you when I told you the spell I used on your mother...also applies to you." Jade scoffs and leans her head against the door – reaching her hand up and unlocking the door. Loki hears the door unlock, and he stands up to slowly turn the nob – to his joy, the door opens, and Jade is sitting on her bed with her legs crossed – her stuffed giraffe hugged tightly. Slowly, Loki makes his way to the bed, sitting on the edge and looking down to the floor – the sight of her tears hurting too much. "I'm sorry, my love," he apologizes again. "I tried to stop you from growing up...I know it was wrong. I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness again, but please understand how terrifying it is to watch you grow up, become an independent adult, and move on with your life...never needing me anymore."

Tears fall from Jade's blue eyes as her father talks – hating herself right now more than anyone else. To Loki's surprise, Jade throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly – sobbing into his long hair. Feeling relieved yet heartbroken over hearing Jade cry, Loki wraps his arms around her torso and gently rubs her back – not saying anything as she breaks completely.

"I'm so sorry," Loki whispers once more as he kisses Jade's head.

"Thank you," Jade finally manages to say through her shaky breaths.

Loki raises an eyebrow. "For what?"

"Lying," Jade says – pulling back from the embrace to look at her father. Loki's confused expression results in her explaining herself. "I believed you," Jade starts, "if I hadn't believed you...I would've hated myself."

Loki wraps her back in his arms, and Jade lets him. "My love, you are by far the most indecisive person I've ever known," he chuckles.

"No, dad," Jade corrects. "I'm angry that you lied to me, but I'm grateful for the lie. Can I tell you a secret?"

Loki smiles and lets go of Jade. "You can always tell me a secret."

"Just between us?"

"Pinky-swear," Loki promises, holding out his pinky and waiting for Jade to hook hers.

"If I hadn't believed you, then I would hate myself because I almost had sex with Evan the night before he tried to...you know," Jade confesses – her dad's eyes widening. "I wanted to...so bad, but he refused to wear a condom, and I kept thinking about what you said, so I made up an excuse to leave." Loki lips curve into a smile. "Now, after what he did, or tried to do...I know he wasn't the one to give my hetero-virginity to."

Loki smiles proudly and holds his daughter once more. "Has anyone ever told you how smart you are?"

"I'm sorry, dad," Jade apologizes – her tone turning sorrowful.

Loki smiles warmly and continues to rub her back. "You're forgiven, my love bug."

"No," Jade cries onto his shoulder. "I said such horrible things to you – about you – don't forgive me."

"Too bad," Loki says softly. "We were both in the wrong," he admits. "I should've never lied to you, and I swear from here on out to be completely and totally open and honest with you...about anything."

Jade takes a deep breath in – trying to calm her breathing and trust her father. "But, dad...if you hadn't lied to me about that..."

"I know, sweetheart," Loki interrupts. "Perhaps...perhaps the Fates influenced the decision I made when I spoke that lie – knowing it was going to protect you in the end from making a huge mistake. Jade, I never would have lied to you for the sake of hurting you."

Jade tightens her grip around her father – wishing she could hold on forever. "I ate the apple," she confesses. Loki pulls back and holds Jade's face in his hands – trying and failing to hide the teary smile of happiness. "So, as afraid as you are of me growing up – getting older – whatever...you can forget that now – because I'll literally always be your little girl." Once again, Loki pulls the fifteen-year-old into his arms. "I love you, daddy."

"Oh, my perfect Jade," Loki sniffs. "I love you – and always will – more than you can ever know. You, my love, are the source of my joy and the center of my universe. Because of you, I know what unconditional love truly is. Please believe me when I say that I love you right now – for who you are, and I'll love you for who you decide to become in the future. I only hope that you can come to forgive yourself – knowing that I forgive you. All I want is for you to be able to believe in and trust me."

"I do," Jade says – her voice muffled in Loki's hair.

Loki smiles and holds out his hand. A green flash appears and then quickly goes away. "I think you forgot these."

Jade turns to look and chuckles at the box of chicken nuggets she had left in the living room now in her father's hand. "I did," she smiles – taking the box and opening it up – seeing the two barbeque sauces – crying and hugging her dad once more. "Do you maybe wanna share them?"

"I would be honored," Loki agrees – taking a chicken nugget and holding it up – waiting for Jade to follow. "To us...and our unbreakable bond."

Jade giggles and they touch the two nuggets together. "Cheers," she says – the two of them taking a bite and Jade resting her head on her dad's shoulder.

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Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Abducted in a decent hotel room. That's the summary.

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Vlad the Janitor

Samantha Coleman

Happy Traveler Inn - Room 240

Moscow, Russia

"Room Service!" Someone knocked at the door and something in Russian followed. Samantha assumed it's the same thing but in Russian. She carefully eyed the three men whom she knew were secretly armed. They were members of Shepherd's secret force, the one he calls "Shadow Company".

She's tired of being held hostage, she just wanted to live a normal life. And if Alex was correct, she can't believe that she chose to forget him just to get another shot at a normal life. She felt stupid. And she actually missed him. Even with all the jumbled and altered memories, her heart reacted to his presence.

The three abductors looked at her threateningly as the janitors entered. She knew she wasn't supposed to act suspicious or she's dead.

"We don't need cleaning!" One exclaimed as he shoved the janitor to the door, out of surprise the two janitors immediately grabbed mops and brooms and began fighting the abductors.

Samantha described it as a scene straight out of the movies, the trio worked together, hitting enemies until they were knocked down by severe hits in the head. They quickly disarmed and bound the abductors.

The tall janitor approached her, his eyes felt familiar but Samantha was reluctant to accept help. She eyed his name tag which said "Hello I'm VLAD"

"Thanks, Vlad?" She guessed, Vlad quickly removed his hat and face mask.

"Aw come on, Samantha. It's me!" Alex smiled, behind him, Roach and Soap stood and looked happy to see her.

Samantha's heart skipped a beat. She was right. He did go to the ends of the world for her multiple times. That meant that whatever they shared back on her memory lapses were far too significant for him. She hugged him tight and he reciprocated it quickly. She wanted to kiss him already but in their situation, it was better to keep it for later.

"Here you go, Alex." Soap tossed him the abductor's uniform as they quickly changed from janitors to bodyguards as they escorted her back to safety.

"Ghost this is Alex. The package is secure. Prepare for exfil."

"Roger that, pal." He replied as they effortlessly exited the hotel, leaving a message to Shepherd that he should not mess with them.

The elevator ride was the most awkward place for Samantha. The tension between her and Alex were reaching new heights. Their eye contacts felt more intense and small grazes from their hands felt like small jolts of electricity. Her heart raced so fast that she bit her lip.

"Thanks for saving me guys. For a second I thought you were never going to find me." She breathed as Alex slowly locked his hand on hers. She felt her cheeks warm up as his touch sent her on an ecstatic feeling. Was he really like this to her?

"You're still our priority, Samantha. Disbanded or not." Roach grinned as the elevator dinged upon reaching the Parking lot. In front of them was Price, driving the van and Ghost slowly sliding the door open.

"Welcome back, Samantha." The masked man greeted them as they entered the vehicle.

Safe House 110197

Brazil

Alex somewhat expected familiarity or nostalgia from Samantha, but all she remembered was the name of the safehouse. The number combination was somewhat familiar. She felt guilty and frustrated once she stepped foot on the house, as none of the items rang something from her memory while Alex took effort in recalling everything they did during their stay there, things that Samantha didn't expect she'd do but wanted to feel all over again.

Amidst the stress of the things happening around them, Maxine and Francine were getting along as they prepared a little feast once they heard that Samantha's on the way here. Maxine cried as she hugged her best friend and Samantha couldn't help but also shed tears.

"I missed you. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She asked, those same words also came out of Alex's mouth earlier, guess she was that important to the two of them?

"I'm fine, Max. They didn't hurt me or anything. Shepherd was actually out to use me as a bargaining chip so that my Dad would help him." The room fell silent. This was what they needed to hear. Intel.

Before lunch was even served, they already gathered around the dinner table. Alex finally sat beside Samantha, and that meant Ghost was the only one without a partner.

Samantha discussed the case at hand. How Shepherd would give Nero an IP Address in exchange for blueprints of an EMP Nuke. He'll then use such machinery to combat Nero's assault as well as avenge 30,000 of his defeated troops in Afghanistan. He also has his own elite troop called Shadow Company, which were trained the same way as the 141, but they had strength in numbers.

The rest of the evening was devastating. Now that they had information on Shepherd, Price and Jack started to call in some favors and prepared for the best window to fight back. Ghost got a text from Agent Ryder of interpol that she was too late to stop the trade of funds and now Shepherd has put the remaining 141 as most wanted people. Laswell also called Price that the initial plan of creating a task force was not going to work considering they're already fugitives and they should be more careful outdoors. Everyone else looked like they saw this one coming, they already knew the risks of the things they've done and proceeded to live their lives.

Samantha caught a glimpse of Max and Roach sprinkling each other water while washing the dishes, Soap and France arguing about how the word 'whimsy' was supposed to be used in a sentence and Ghost was always on his command center. She felt that she was never gone.

"How are you holding up, Love?" Alex plopped beside her, giving her a glass of water. Samantha smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"I don't remember you calling me that." She questioned, as she noticed the faint smell of Alex that she began to admire.

"Of course you don't. That's why I'm helping you." he grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear. She giggled and inhaled once more.

"You smell good today… Are you still trying to win my heart? I thought you already did." She mused, blushing as she ran a hand across his strong inked arms. She was always scared of heavily tattooed men, but this guy was an exception to the rule.

"Well, I wore clothes from two different people today… so… but nevermind that reason. Is it working? To you…? Are you… smitten?" He wiggled his eyebrows in an attempt to be seductive and Samantha just laughed. Was it possible to fall in love with a guy whom you already love? If so, then she's all for it.

"I can't say for sure, Vlad." She teased as he quickly fished his wallet, revealing a letter inside a small ziploc container. He gave it to Samantha as she uncrumpled it and started to read the contents.

"What's this?" she asked, looking at her own writing, she started to feel scared and nervous about the letter.

"You left that note to me before you forgot me… I tried to keep it for as long as I could, to the point that I almost wanted to throw it away." he held her hand while she held the letter.

"My Dearest Alex…" She spoke softly. Her hands began to tremble as he gently tightened his grip on her, making her feel more at ease.

"...In a span of three weeks, you managed to make me feel love once again. You allowed me to realize that even after a horrible loss, I could still open my heart and feel the joy of falling in love." This was clearly her creation, she slowly turned to Alex as he smiled and nodded his head to continue.

"...I always told myself that no matter how painful it is, I'll never forget your face, your smile, your eyes and all those memories we shared together. I actually convinced myself that we were a happily married couple back in that safehouse, an illusion I made because my heart felt like it. It was a good feeling, and I want to thank you for it." She leaned on his shoulders, looked at him once more and mouthed "Sorry".

"It looked like I forgot…" tears started to well on her eyes and Alex smiled. He wasn't the crying type but his eyes were already starting to get wet.

"I can't help but think about a lot of things, one being that if we were destined to meet and not end up together, it would be better if I don't meet you at all. I'm sorry to say this but I do love you so much and I know I promised, but I think my heart couldn't carry the idea of you existing and not within my grasp. It's utterly heartbreaking." she sobbed, hot tears fell from her cheek and Alex immediately wiped them off with his thumbs as she continued reading, her voice was shaky.

"So, your office offered me a chance to alter my memories of meeting you, along with the memory that made Nero look for me. You were on a briefing and I wanted to talk to you personally, maybe feel your warmth one last time. I'd want to kiss you too, but I guess the world didn't want that to happen." She looked at Alex one more time, then their lips met, it was a small peck, their lips immediately parted upon contact. She looked back at her letter"

"So I took the offer, and by the time you read this, I'm already on my way home to resume the life I've lost. I'm sure Maxine misses me right now...

I know you'll agree to this because I feel you always want what's best for me. If our paths would cross again, I hope you'll remember me the way I remembered you before I take this operation, A good memory that's supposed to last forever.

Apologizing in advance if I don't remember you anymore.

Don't you dare forget about me,

- Samantha" Teardrops splattered across the paper as she folded it and reached for Alex's mouth, this time they went all out. Like teenagers who shared their first french kiss, sloppy, needy yet satisfying. They didn't care about their surroundings. All they both cares about was that they were within each other's grasp after a very long time.

"I guess you kept my word. You never forgot me…" She exhaled as they broke the kiss.

"It's because I can't… and I told myself that I won't." Alex replied as they kissed once again. This time, they could hear Maxine and Roach cheering in the background.

"Geez! Get a room you two!" A loud Scottish yell was heard from the distance. But despite all the noise, the two of them didn't mind.

Samantha was brushing her teeth when Alex snuck up from behind, wrapping his arms around her. She remembered how she admitted to the letter that they acted like a married couple, maybe this was always their thing for weeks. She was happy as they both swayed harmoniously, looking at the most handsome man in the world, hugging her.

"Do hmm haa hoo heemmmi hoo?" She mumbled while her hands brushed her teeth.

"We don't. But if we had one what would you think it'd be?" Alex mused, turning to her. He already knew what she meant despite it being inaudible. She spat the contents of her mouth and finished brushing her teeth before turning to him, all while still under his warm embrace.

"Have you heard of Way Back into Love?" she asked, Alex's reaction was a very wholesome smile.

"Like from that movie? Yeah." he chuckled, minty breath traveled to her nostrils.

"All I want to do is find a way back into love…" she sang softly, her singing voice made Alex smile.

"I can't make it through without a way back into love…" Alex sang or more specifically, said the words near the tune. Samantha giggled as they swayed to their little song.

"And if I open my heart again

I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end" They sang together, Samantha doing it in tune while Alex sounded like he's narrating the song. They both were spinning around on the small area in front of the sink, enjoying the moments that they were together once again. Samantha wishing that she'll never get separated from Alex ever again.

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san-station · 4 years

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No more sad songs • Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

(Fluff & Angst)

WARNING: Broken heart.

↝Word count: 1,9k

The things you've done for your best friend were uncountable, you would go to hell and beyond to bring him back to you, just like Dante did for Beatrice on his journey through the nine circles of Hell. Having the Lee Minho as your Thing #1 was what people would say: a blessing. But sometimes blessings weren't as great as they sound. Your relationship was a mess, he was known as the mighty fuckboy of SKZ fraternity and you were "Lee Minho's fan", "the girl who chases the unreachable", "the groupie" and more names you've heard around campus.

People didn't know that you've been friends since you could spell your name correctly, you went to the same school, you lived in the same neighborhood and Minho was the first one to approach the little shy girl who rather play alone with her dolls and paint some flowers than play with the other kids. Minho found you cute and weird (in a good way), you were the only girl that didn't want to give him a kiss or ask to be his friend, so he thought you were unique.

Over the years, you built a beautiful friendship based on him being the cocky fuckboy who dragged the bashful girl to parties; you being the responsible friend who dragged him to his house before he passed out and gave him painkillers in the morning to get him to his dance major classes. Him, distracting you from your music major homework to watch his new choreography, and more.

Your friendship was like any other friendship... the problem was that you were deeply in love with Minho from the very beginning. You loved everything about him and it hurt, you were in love with the one person who will never see you as more than just a friend because he loved to party, to live the moment and forget about the past, to blindly look forward and annihilate everything in his path, it didn't matter if his best friend was in the field, he'll destroy her without noticing and, even so, you loved him.

You've been through a lot due to that reckless behavior and he was oblivious, he didn't realize those sad songs you wrote were about him and the things he did impulsively. That time when he kissed the girl with the white dress on Lee Jeno's party leaving you all alone in a place where you didn't know anyone and ended up calling your friend Changbin to give you a ride back home; the time when you were eating at a restaurant with your other friends to celebrate your birthday and he didn't show up because he was having some fun at the dance studio with his choreo partner and didn't even apologize; that time when he got pretty drunk and kissed you in a SKZ party and then said "I'm sorry, Y/N, I thought you were another girl! Ewwww, I kissed my best friend this is so weird" and started laughing his ass off.

He never notice the tears in your eyes when he did all of that, he never stopped to ask how you were or if you wanted to go when you felt so unhappy on those parties. And you still did everything for him because he had your heart, yet, he was so stupid to understand it. All your friends knew it. Well, they all could read your lyrics and play your beats and be aware of your feelings towards Minho.

Now you were at the music studio with your fellow partners and friends: 3Racha, also known as Bang Chan, Seo Changbin and Han Jisung. Your appointment for today was creating two different beats with the same lyrics to see how flexible it could be, but all you were thinking were gloomy melodies and heartbroken songs.

The australian boy gave his friends a concerned look and text them on their group chat.

∼3RACHA Bros∼

Chan: I think it's Minho again...

Jisung: Yeah, saw him yesterday, he REALLY had some fun lololol

Changbin: Hyung, do something... this isn't working.

Chan: Why me???

Changbin: you're good with words :D

Chan: We all literally are good with words, Bin.

Jisung: c'mon Hyung, she'll listen to you, you have like a thing lol

Chan: ????

Changbin: Make her happy or we won't buy you food :D

Chan: I hate both of you...

Jisung got up from his sit in front of you and you looked up at him immediately. Changbin stood up as well and smiled at Chan.

"We're gonna buy pizza for the rest of the evening", Changbin said fixing the black beanie on his head. Jisung grabbed Chan's wallet over the table and he groaned.

"For real?", Chan questioned rolling his eyes and sitting back on his chair. The laptop in front of him stopped playing the track he was working on and stared at Jisung.

"We'll be back soon", Changbin said again and, before getting out of the room, he turned to you and groaned.

"And pleaseeee, I'm begging you, Y/N, no more sad songs", he pouted.

Jisung pushed him outside the room and yelled: "yeah! I'm the sentimental boy of the group, please, be happy for once, girl!"

You tensed and lower you gaze to your lyrics book tracing the words with your fingers. Chan sighed at the view of your dispirited body and sat next to you, closer.

"Let's talk about... the beautiful day!", Chan panicked a little and smiled at you brightly. You didn't see him, you couldn't find in yourself any strength to put a smile on your face or even willing to, it didn't worth it.

"I'm not in the mood, Channie", your voice sounded like a sweet whisper. If Chan wouldn't have gotten that closer, he wouldn't have listened.

"Would you like to talk about it?", he asked pouting. He really wanted to make you smile, it warmed his heart watching your amusement. Right now he felt sick watching you so depressed, he could feel as if all his energy would've left his body and needed proper sleep to regain the power or the enthusiasm he required for you to feel something more than sadness. He heard you sighed.

"Yesterday, in Mark's party... Minho was making out with like four different people at the same time while I was sitting on the couch waiting for him to go back home." You closed your eyes, images of last night travelled through your mind making you whimper. "It hurts so much..."

Chan kept silence, his breath was heavy, his eyes were on your face as you finally saw his expression and you got worried.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm gonna be fine soon!", you reassured him.

"It's just that... I've told you the truth about him so many times and you're still not over him, Y/N", Chan caressed a strand of your hair avoiding your hurt gaze.

"It's not that easy, you know? We've known each other since first grade... I've loved him since...", Chan frowned and hummed for a second.

"How could you tell it was real love when you basically were thinking about dolls and candies?”, he spoke calmly, pronouncing every word slowly for you to process the question. You frowned and opened your mouth, yet, Chan interrupted.

“Tell me something... Has he ever told you that he loves you? Has he ever thanked you for everything you've done for him?”, once again, he caressed your hair and stared deeply into your soul, his brown eyes made you swallow hard trying to remember a moment when all those things happened.

“Has he ever compliment you about your work? About your incredible music?”, he continued as the voices in your head screamed the real answer.

“Sometimes… I think...”, you finally mumbled and sighed in defeat. Chan was right, Minho had only said good things about her when she did him a favour, when he asked for things and she was there to help him; when he was tired of listening to her complains, he would say something nice to make her stop.

Your lips trembled as you tried to speak, but nothing came out, so Chan grabbed your hands and squeezed them.

“Y/N, you love someone who's too selfish to realize you've been crushing on him for years, I think it's time for you to understand that you have to move on or you're going to keep hurting yourself even more than you are right now”, his voice, in a way, made you feel safe, it made you feel that the decision you’d make was the right one, that there are others who could make you a better version of yourself, make you believe you were loved. Chan’s voice was really one of those who you wanted to hear before going to sleep and when you wake up. Chan always took care of your feelings trying to make you smile even when you had to write a sad song, even when you cried the whole night because Minho forgot your birthday, even when you were so fragile you could broke by negative thoughts. Chan was there and that was the most important thing in your life right now. You sniffed and avoided his gaze, it started to burn your cheeks unexpectedly.

“The past sometimes brings us joy, you have your good memories with him, he’s your best friend, for God sakes!”, he scoffed in disbelieve and that made you chuckled, his eyes became crescent moons when he smiled at that gesture.

“The love meter you have right here”, his right finger pointed the left side of your chest. “...you need to low that status a little. From 'I'm in love with Minho' to 'I love my best friend as much as he loves me, as a friend' and keep looking forward because you're a strong woman, okay?”, your seriously thought your body was on fire, your hands holding his made your stomach growl and you giggled due to his words.

“You are beautiful, Y/N, you are an amazing person and you have the kindest heart... Give it to someone who will appreciate everything you're willing to give and embrace real love…”, Chan died a little inside when he saw the effect of his words on you, you were shining, cheeks with a pink shade of embarrassment and giggling like a teenager girl. His heart was racing out of control but on the outside he seemed relaxed.

“Thank you, Channie… I really appreciate it”, you said trying to stop your smile from growing bigger.

“I promise that, once you forget about that crush, you’ll find someone who would be there for you in the good and bad moments”, he pinched your blushed cheeks. He stood up and you thought he was going to sit on his chair a few meters away from you, but he actually grabbed his laptop and sat on your side.

“So, what about we start making a happy beat for your lyrics?”, you nodded and opened again you lyrics book.

Both of you began to work on the melodies and changed a lot of the lyrics as they were too depressing. An hour and a half later, Changbin and Jisung came back with the pizza they promised and watched the joyful atmosphere around you. At the end of the day, you made two flexible tracks for your appointment and ignored the messages Minho had sent you inviting you to another party. You laughed when Jisung was making fun of Changbin, you laughed as Changbin was complaining about Jisung, you laughed when Chan laughed, you were happy there having your own party and you couldn’t think of any sad songs anymore.

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I'm here to tell a story that my heart is screaming at me to tell.

This is me. I fucking hate myself, just as much as I fake loving me. I don't think I've ever been this contempt as I was in these photos. I'm awkward and I fake confidence by throwing sarcastic and snarky comments. My coping mechanism consists of lying and just hiding behind my fake me. I've created a confident, pretty and delusional front that isn't me, but it's just as real as the raw version. My raw is ugly and disgusting and I hate it. I hid it and for the love of the non existent God there is, I wish I didn't have the raw side. I write in my skin, because if I went back to cutting, then I would no longer have pretty skin that people can love. I love eating, but I don't do it, because of the fear of losing my 36,28,42 measurements. I'm suicidal, but heavens forgive if I make a joke about it in order to cope with my insane itch to make my skin purple. My arm hair is soft and the last time I shaved I was scared that someone might see the thin, white lines that are underneath. My body is sexy as fuck, but Heavens forgive me if I actually feel comfortable in it. Thoughts of "they'll be fine without me" or "it's better if I'm not here" are drowned by the words I told someone who was a suicidal as me, "killing yourself would not make the pain disappear, you're just passing it on to someone else". I'm such a fucking hypocrite, or is it just a twisted way of actual introspection? What is wrong with the way I walk funny because I'm dizzy for the lack of food is that people notice. Oh great deity in the sky, please allow them to notice, but forgive them is they dare to ask what's wrong. I look happy and relaxed in the photos, hell yes, but not I'm an anxious mess that's writing this in the middle of a mental breakdown. Parents are never the one's to blame, no forgive them for not validating their children's emotions and struggles. No, strict parenthood creates strong-willed, rightful and successful people that think of themselves as worthless, weak, pathetic excuses. Oh we lie, and we lie good. Ask actors if they had strict parents... You'll find none, why? Because strict parents will inforce you an internalized fear of failure outside of social norms and acting is "a waste of time" to their standards. Support doesn't come from the right sized bra, but it sure as fucking hell is welcoming to be held and somehow relived from a burden you didn't fucking asked for. I was so happy ya'll. I was in cloud nine. That day I had a date with a guy I like that I thought was way out of my league, I lied my way through his pseudo intellectual remarks and he believed it.

We know how to lie so good and so true that eventually you lose track of your actual motive to do it in the first place. Society wants you perky and pretty, fuck yeah they do. How do I get all perky and pretty when I only see disgusting, overdosed surroundings? It's easy to get worried when you finally realize somethings not right. It wasn't right to be kneeling at someone's feet screaming a nasty and raspy wail of pain. 10 years it took me to fucking do that and yet nothing really changed. Now I'm just looked at with pity and the quizzical look that can only mean "when is this one gonna blow up again?" Oh, honey, I won't, you're just worried that you're just realizing this now. It's easy to be outside and just stay that way.

I was so happy, all the time. I was forced to lie in order to move forward. You love me? Yeah, as long as you earn it. Are you proud? Sure, as long as you don't fail. Am I okay because I feel like this? Well, it's fine as long as you keep it in. It's beautiful. "As long as..." my reality had always been subjected to a condition, and clause, a fucking constant reminder that I have to earn my happiness. I have to earn my own idea of self worth that is diluted through your standards. I have to earn reassurance from the people I surround myself. I must assume the best case scenario but I can't be surprised when it's the worst outcome.

Having loved a mad human made me realize how flawed I am. I was happy. So, so happy I forgot I wasn't. I tortured myself through endless nights of doubt, starvation with a full kitchen. Sleepless nights contemplating self harm and then decided against it because I had work and the cute client at work would see how damaged I was. I tortured myself with the idea of loneliness in a see of people, only to realize I've been in that see long enough that I grew a tail and fins. I was plagued my guilt because I didn't love them, but when exactly did it go from happy to uttermost bullshit? I was so happy I forgot what sadness was.

I was so happy it started hurting. Hurting when I failed to do something. It was excruciating when I was not able to buy a car because I had noticed I had spent my money of pleasing those who swore they'd provide for me. I was in pain when I showered and instead of singing, I just blasted music loud enough so that nobody heard my hyperventilating bitch ass. I was in so much pain that I welcomed it as my way of happiness. I loved my pain, because I've had it my whole life.

I had it when I was in forth grade and in order to fit in I had to go a sneak around to kiss a boy, and I didn't want to. It was there when I was accused of fighting other girls, but in reality I was trying to establish my self worth, so I was punished. In fifth grade I loved a boy so much I had written beautiful words to describe how much I loved his smile, and so he said I was stalking him and he got scared; 2 months later I was in a shrinks chair talking about it; fast-forward to last night, that same boy explained to me how much he wanted to fuck me now that he had lost weight. Middle school was terrible. Seventh grade, I was constantly degrading myself because another pretty blonde chick was only my friend when she could laugh through me. I insulted a perfectly great teacher because she noticed my self destructive behavior. Eighth grade came and I was lost with a blonde boy. He was beautiful and I was not. He was friends with the girl that swore fielty to me and he chose someone else and because he chose the pretty pale skin on someone else, I settled for the kid that wantedto finger me in the bleachers during recess. Ninth grade came and I was failing classes, parents were strict and hurtful, but they aren't to blame for my shortcomings. That's when I found myself in the arms of the pretty blonde thing I had fallen for. The pretty girl had him in public, I could only have him when we snuck around and he would hold me and kiss me like holding on to his life line. I was letting him touch me, but my self hatred didn't know no boundaries so I suck to my knees and gave my first blowjob at the top of staircase wearing only a lazy purple bra and the school uniform and the shame I'll forever wear because I did it without wanting to, but because I was expected to.

I was so happy to be out of there, that I ended up sinking deeper into my lie. I was smart, new and vulnerable. That's how I met the wholesome boy I called my first boyfriend who was nice and respectful, but he was as ugly as they come. I was a queen to him, but he was looking more like the ogre on the fairy tale and there came my vanity, my ego, my selfishness. I was brutal and I couldn't care less. High school started with a bang with the boy I played with, and when he got to close to my actual raw person, I kicked him out with a bang and he cried. I just stood there not knowing how to react, so I just went on to the next person I could lead on and play. Junior year I knew was difficult, and a black boy with a nice boy and a promising basketball future came around, I once again craved approval and degraded myself to it. That's how I ended up sneaking around 10 minutes before my parents picked me up. In the second floor, I'd found myself again on my knees, and expected to give a blowjob in exchange for attention, and like before, I was hidden, and I expected to be I had tears in my eyes, but because of my shame. Senior year came in, and the black boy with the attractive body was replaced with another, but this one only had pretty eyes and the promise of spoiling me with his family's money. Once again, I said yes when he said he wanted me to be his girlfriend, at least this time I was not hidden, but I was back in the cycle and I ditched my best friend in a movie theater so that I would be in the backseat on a Dodge, sucking my pseudo boyfriend's dick with tears on my eyes, not becauseofhis size, but becausethe disgust towards myself. Like before, I was expected to do so, and so I did.

Heavens above forgive the religion to blame women for sin and lust, but instead punish us for the boys who couldn't keep their dicks to themselves. The end of senior year came, and I was relieved, but then I fell for the guy my parents liked. Humble background, similar interests, and a promise of stability. I was ditched because for him I was a whore and his friends told him so, I accepted the insults and insinuations.

I was so happy, I forgot the rest. College was great and a religious nut job, a platonic love, a semi smart dipshit with the complex of being over everyone in experience, a quiet mature man that treated me with decency, the suicidal broken guy who needed healing #1 and the suicidal broken guy who needed healing #2, later, here I am.

I was so happy in these pictures, I had no idea was contemplating my own disappearance. I write this with migrane, blue ink from a ballpoint in my thighs, with nostalgic memories of moments where my mind wasn't this crowded. I was so happy it hurt. I guess that my logic dictates that happiness is painful and that my pain can bring me joy, but fuck I was so happy.

I had everything. I was pretty, I was smart, I was important. I'm still all those things, but right this very second, I'm happy, and painful so. Heavens above forgive for I have sinned...

I dared to fail... I sinned

I dared to fall into lust... I sinned

I dared to judge... I sinned

I fucking dared to wake up every miserable day... I had sinned.

I dared to be painfully happy... I sinned

I lied... and so that's my greatest sin of all.

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ikesengoficss · 5 years

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Hi Natalie !! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Yuki is my 2nd favorite warlord too, so expect some requests of him too, hehe. (｀・∀・´) I've been thinking about this for a while now, but would it be alright to request HC's of married life with Kennyo x Reader? I'm thinking years after the whole dispute w/ Nobunaga is miraculously settled. Perhaps they settle down in the forest, build their home together, Kennyo making a living off woodcarving & maybe MC teaches? Would fluff & a bit NSFW be alright? Thank you so much ❤️

Hello! Thank you for requesting this – I had a lot of fun writing it!~

Kennyo + MC Married Life

SFW

Kennyo is a very attentive, tender, and doting husband— and it will only ever be you that he’ll be so soft and affectionate with.

In his eyes, he is a demon, and how he got so lucky to have an angel for a wife, he will never know. He can only thank Buddha for this gift and second chance at life.

Revenge, with time, becomes a distant memory as the bonds of your marriage, and love grows deeper, and more powerful.

It was a miracle that the dispute between Kennyo and the Oda was settled and put to rest, all though all of them claim it was you that managed to end the war.

You lived with the Oda, and Kennyo respects in time your friendship with the Oda, and that Azuchi is your home.

But he is in love with you. And he wants you to always be with him. He can’t stand when he isn’t with you, it hurts his heart.

So on your birthday, he takes you to a special place deep within the forest, to a beautiful valley you’d never seen before. He even carries you on his back there;

“I’m getting too old for this…”

“You’re not old, my love.”

After a nice picnic, cuddling in the grass, playing in the water— and experience he’s never partake in. He never knew he could have so much fun swaying in a lake, splashing water at each other.

You’re laying on his haori, wrapped in each other’s arm. He shuffles beneath you and you look up at him confused, asking what he’s doing.

A soft, tender smile, only for you appears on his face. He holds out his hand and lifts you up. And he begins his proposal;

“You fluttered into my life, a blooming flower, landing within my palm. I never knew what real love was until I met you, my dove. I hold your hand now, and I want to hold your hand forever. MC— become my wife.”

With tears streaming down your face, you accept his proposal.

The two of you build your house together deep in the forest. It was Kennyo’s idea to do so. Shingen will help out too, since he loves woodwork. He wants to be close to nature, close to the animals, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted that too.

Building your home was fun; Kennyo is surprisingly playful when he wants to be. You’ll be working hard, and suddenly there is a heavy weight on your back.

Mike has been plopped on your back! and you’re forced to stay leaning forward so you don’t disturb the sweet boy!

“And you say I’m the cheeky one!” you laugh.

Kennyo chuckles walking away back to his own work, but not before he quips, “I wasn’t cheeky before I met you, dear one.”

Kennyo begins woodcarving, and is able to make a living out of it. You become a teacher, when you are not sewing. You enjoy teaching children how to read, and young girls how to sew.

After a couple years of marriage, you begin to talk about children. It is you who brings it up. Kennyo is very hesitant at first;

he thinks he is too old to be a father, and worries whether or not he’d even be a good one. He has come so far, but many days, he still sees himself as a demon.

But starting a family with you, having children… he wants that. So how could he say no to you?

Your first child is a little girl, in which you name Chou, meaning “butterfly”; The day you gave birth to her, butterflies had fluttered around you as you laid in a bed of grass. Kennyo said it was a gift from Buddha.

let me add onto this story real quick Poor guy was an absolute mess while you were giving birth. He had no idea what to do, and he had found you about to burst. Luckily, he finds it in him to fucking calm down, and help you to birth you’re gorgeous daughter.

A year later, you have a boy, who you name after Shingen who cries a river when he hears.

His children are his pride and joy, and he teaches them both how to do woodwork.

He shows them the beauty of nature. He helps them to build relationships with animals and preaches to them the importance of making the most of their life, for good.

Some more domestic headcanons;

There are lots of late night talks between the two of you, usually up until early in the morning, and you both realize the sun is almost coming up. But you both got lost in each other’s words.

Kennyo teaches his children how to play leapfrog. He once fell over though doing so, landing on his face, and you were in stitches, you couldn’t stop laughing. he wasn’t very impressed

Kennyo brings a new animal home every night for dinner. They get a full on gourmet meal.

Let’s not forget about Mike. Some days you find him if he isn’t working, laying on the ground with Mike no his chest, just rambling on about anything to the cat.

Shingen visits a lot.

One time Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide actually came to visit too while Shingen was visiting. You were terrified a fight was about to break out, but you all ended up drinking together, laughing like old friends. It reminded you a little bit of time in the future, when you’d be with friends at a bar. It becomes a regular thing for the warlords to come over for a meal.

“Is it tomorrow that your “mitsu” friends are coming…? or is it the ninja?”

“Ninja tomorrow, Mitsu Wednesday.”

“We need to clean then… We cannot have company in this state.” Says that when the house is already sparkling.

Kennyo is a bit of a clean freak. Not that that your home is particularly messy anyways. But if he sees even a speck of dust, he’s grumbling and frantically dusting.

NSFW

In the bedroom, making love with Kennyo can be really sweet, and slow, and sensual. Or can be really fast, and rough, and passionate.

After a nice day, Kennyo will lay you down in the futon, delicately ridding you of your clothes. He takes his time exploring your body. He cannot get enough of it.

He buries his face between your breasts, kissing between them. His tongue lavishes at your left breast, teetering around your nipple before his lips finally suckle on it. His other hand will either be cupping your other breasts, are slowly running up and down your body to soothe you, before finding its place between your legs.

He has such clever fingers to press at every spot within you, to stretch you, and ready your body for his entrance.

Your moans is sweet music to his ears. He loves when you grab onto his hair, tugging lightly as pleasure consumes you.

Prepared and ready for his length, he enters you, painfully slow. He can feel your nails digging into his shoulders, and he loves it. He lightly nibbles on your earlobe as he finally sheaths himself all the way in.

It’s pure ecstasy. You’re so warm and welcoming.

His thrust are slow, as he carefully pulls himself out before shoving himself in again, thrusting you forward.

“Sing for me, my dove. Let me hear your voice.”

Nights where he is frustrated, or self loathing, or just in need of some relief, prepare yourself.

For there is no gentle lovemaking, no teasing or foreplay; he’s getting right to it, spinning your around till your on your hands and knees.

He positions you so your chest is flat on the futon, and bottom in the air.

Before you know it, he is pounding into you; his hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, he’s leaning over you so he can tell you all his dirty thoughts.

It’s rough, and you love it. You can’t help but smile as he reaches every spot within you, you’re practically drooling onto the floor.

“That’s it, take MC, take all of me.”

“Forgive me, for I cannot stop myself.”

However when his children are born, he becomes much more aware of everything, and he’ll almost be afraid to start anything since he fears they’ll walk in on him.

He found it in bad taste at first sex in the woods, but he feels that’s the only place he can fully ravage you and not have to worry about his children seeing anything.

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paintmearainbow · 4 years

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What Is Love ?

Love.

Love means different things to different people. Some people say love is making your partner happy and seeing them happy makes you happy . But love, is actually a figment of our imaginations. In a way, love is selfish and makes us lose our independence. You make the other person happy to keep yourself happy, and you become dependent and vulnerable. It's a somewhat like a shared dream. And until one person decides to wakeup, and that dream, albeit fun while it lasted, becomes a living nightmare

1 YEAR AGO

For Harry and y/n; sneaking out of premiers and award shows,buying tacos and eating them at 3 AM was love. For them, love was dancing in the kitchen to Elvis and baking with each other. Love was watching horror movies in makeshift tents, snacking on caramel popcorns and cans of soda; all while making fun of Harry's "those dumb bitches" in the movie. Love was falling asleep in each others arms and reading each other books. It was dressing up as Disney characters and acting out scenes from their favourite animations. It was etheral, perfect. Almost too perfect too be true

People always said "Love will fizzle out. One of you will get bored." Harry and y/n didn't listen. They burned so fast, so bright and didn't realise that their spark too, like all blazed and sparks from lighted matches, had extinguished. One second it was burning so brightly, and the next, it was gone

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"When was the last time you spoke to him ?" asked y/n's sister.

" A week ago" a distraught y/n replied. "He barely has time to even talk to me on the phone, let alone show me the sights and explore the places with him via facetime"

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and all the memories flashed through her eyes, like a movie roll, playing over and over agai

FLASHBACK

"Y/N !" exclaimed Harry, the golden flecks in his eyes dancing with joy. Oh how she longed to see him, feel him and be with him in real life , rather than on a screen. Yet she was eternally grateful for Harry for never making her feel left out from the tour experience, he always made sure to show her around, even if it was only on a screen, while giving tour guide commentary in a horribly fake American accent.

"You're in for a treat ! We're going to see the Louvre today. Come on an enjoy the sited with Harry's Tour Experiences"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

Being an art fanatic, she giving Harry detailed descriptions of the art, while all he did was turn it inti a joke. His put on accent stood out when he kept saying " Oh shucks ! Here's another painting of a few women and men fighting and eating." He termed an entire style of art; renaissance art as "men and women barely dressed fighting and eating". He made a few sly comments on how y/n would look lovely in that dress. It was so wonderful and each of these virtual trips was marked with his signature end. Going to a park, and eating the same food.

His laughter was contagious and y/n loved it. She wondered how she got so lucky, so blessed to have hazza in her life.

She never thought that this love, would eventually fizzle.

end of flashback

Now she was lucky if he spoke to her for 5 minutes. Even those 5 minutes were filled with her talking and him showing least interest in what she had to say. She doubted whether he even listened.

Today, however was a low blow. It was y/n' bday. had it been any other year. Harry would've made this day perfect. They had been together since they were 18. The first year, he bought her 18 gifts on her birthday. The subsequent year, he got her 19 and so on. He would make her breakfast in bed and wake her up with showers of kisses and a "Good Morning, Happy Birthday Darling."

Today however, at 7 PM , she was yet to have him acknowledge that it was her birthday. She was yet to have any sign of news from him at all. She illusioned herself, thinking that maybe he had interviews to attend.

Her sister, however, tired with y/n's moping, said" You're coming over with your friends to Club 22 this night or else I wont speak to you. I don't want you to spend your birthday moping around"

With great difficulty, y/n was persuaded by her friends to go clubbing. The loud music, the drinks and the dim lights were never y/n's scene. Yet, for the sake of her friends, she fixed up a smile on her face and tried to enjoy, trying her best to forget than Harry's call still hadn't come.

.......

It was 10 PM and the party was in full swing. y/n's friends were drunk, so drunk. Everyone around her was laughing, drinking and joking. Meanwhile, a new disturbing thought had settled in y/n's head. What if he got into and accident ? What if he's really sick ? She was ridden with anxiety and couldn't get Harry off her mind, until that one fateful message from Nezza, her best friend, Harry's PA, through whom they had met, sent her that message. When y/n's phone lit up and she scarmbled to see the text, hoping it was Harry, she did not know it would change her life permanently.

The text was simple. "I'm so so sorry honey; you deserve to know" It was attached with a single file of pictures.

She subconciously knew what had happened. She had seen all the signs, yet chose to ignore them, not wanting to get up from her dream. The reduced duration of phone calls ultimately leading up to a call a month, the regular excuses, coming home late, half hearted kisses, they all added up. For a split second, y/n wanted to think that it was something else; maybe harry was too drunk or had passed out in a bar.

The message to forever to download. It was so slow and painfully excruciating. It was like the calm before the storm. The slow before the fast. The light drizzle before the thunderstorm. When the picture finally loaded; her heart shattered ever so fast. The pain she felt was numbing, yet somewhere in her mind, she was gald that Harry was safe.

There was Harry, his arm around the small waist of the redhead, his fingers entwined in hers. The same fingers which ran through y/n's hair multiple times, were now woven in another's hand. She thought her heart couldnt break more.

Fate was not kind to y/n.

She swiped to see the next picture, and she wasn't sure how, or whether it was even possible, but her heart further broke. Harry was kissing her in the booth, their booth, in Alessandro's the place he had her first date with y/n.

Fate had evil plans for y/n.

Tears streaming down her face, the makeup for the night ruined, y/n looked around for her sister and friends but they were nowhere to be seen. The only thing glowing right now was her glitzy dress, the one she had been forced into. Unable to take it anymore, she ordered an uber and left.

Fate wasn't kind to y/n at all

The minute she left the club, she was blinded with lights, the flashes from the camera, and the shouts from the reporters

" How do you feel about Harry cheating on you on tour ?"

"Did you expect this ? How do you react to Harry kissing a supermodel, younger than you!"

Y/n wanted to scream, but keeping her emotions in she pushed through the sea of people, got into her uber, gave her address and broke down.

She cried and cried. The uber driver tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn't stop crying. she wanted the pain to go away. she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted Harry to tell her that it wasn't true and hold her in his arms and tell her it's alright.

But it wasn't. it wasn't alright. Far from it.

The next morning after an extremly broken sleep, y/n awoke. All the event's from last night wre remembered and her eyes started to water again. She switched on her phone to see the hashtag #y/ndeservesbetter and #harryandy/nareover trending. She also so 100 missed calls, voicemails and texts from Harry but chose to ignore them.

Y/n was raised to be strong. She spent most of childhood see her mom struggle to make meets end. She had seen the worst. She was strong. She went over to the mirror and saw her reflection and realised that she looked a mess. She took 3 deep breaths, washed her face, and masked her emotions, just as she did way back in high school, before she met Harry, before he changed her.

She went down and suddenly the apartment door opened. There stood the man who she loved, the man who had broken her heart, the one who still held her heart, no matter how broken it was.

He pleaded with her to forgive him. He begged, cried, said it was a one time mistake, and he regretted it, that he loved her; but y/n turned a deaf ear to his pleas. Their love had fizzled out, and she was blinded by affection not to realise it earlier. And as the saying goes " Once a cheater, always a cheater." Y/n wasn't taking any more risks. She put on a strong facade, made up her mind and left, leaving a crying Harry on the porch.

She wasn't over him, far from it. She was so broken, yet showed no signs. She had calm expresssion, yet her thoughts were chaotic. But she knew what was best and she knew this was the right thing to do. She had to take the lessons from this experience and move on, just like her mother had taught her. Dreams end, no matter how amazing it is, no matter how much you want to hold on and live it, and this, her perfect dream, had also come to an end.

So, what is love ?

A dream ? A nightmare ? Soemthing too good to be true?

Maybe all it is, is an illusion. A fairytale. Or maybe it is the truth, because truth teaches us lessons and so does love. i guess it's one of those things which just has no answers.

author's note

AND THATS A WRAP. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING. it's something which definitely shouldnt be forgive . this the first ever imagine I've posted on my new tumblr. Please send feedback. Hope you enjoyed it. Reblog. What are your thoughts? i would love to hear them. Send requests for more imagines.

i should be studying but eh.

keep dreaming

ashu.

(here's a random B99 gif for no reason)

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moonlight-mellohi · 5 years

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Shine Freely My Friends

Part three @sugarglider9603! Oh wow this one.. I think you'll like it :)

Fun Fact 1: the move that Thomas does when Patton knocks into his legs and he falls, this actually happened to me I tripped and was holding my sister's dog. Just replace me as Thomas and Roman as the dog

Fun fact 2: I did this in 3 and a half hours.. and it's the longest chapter/oneshot I've written so far

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Summery: 'He groaned, two similar cries calling out in shock. "I'm alright" he muttered, shifting to a sitting position. Roman was wide eyed if his arms, he quickly but calmly pet the poor creature. He looked up only to see.. an Eevee?

It didn't look like any Eevee he'd seen though, it was a silver grey, and squinting as though it was having a hard time seeing, most likely why the pokemon didn't realize it was running into a pair of legs. Branches of Loganberries where gripped storing in its jaws as it backed up, ears pricked. Thomas went to put a hand out to reassure nothing was wrong, but then

"BeeeeeDRILLLLL"

an angry Beedrill shot out of where the silver Eevee came from, raging towards the scared pokemon. The Eevee yelped, bolting off into the bushes as the Beedrill pursued after and Thomas?

Well Thomas was right behind, Roman streaking at his side.'

Who knew Loganberries would be the key to unlocking new soul pieces?

The silver creature slipped through the bushes, squinting. His friend wasn't feeling to good today, so he decided to search for something to cheer up the other.

A flash of blurred blue caught the pokemon's eyes. Yes! Loganberries were his friends favorite.

The shiny gray Eevee leapt forward happily, pouncing on a few fallen leaves as he made his way to the bush. He neared, carefully sniffing the berries and squinting, making sure his bad vision wasn't playing tricks. After confirming they were Loganberries, the Eevee squealed once more and leaned forward, snapping a few branches off and gripping the wood between his teeth.

A particularly stubborn branch suddenly met his nearly full jaws. The Eevee wanted to go for another, but it was in the way, and he almost had a full stack! He pulled and, and..

Snap!

The Eevee fell backwards, branches holding bundles of Loganberries gripped in his mouth. He purred, turning back to return..

"Beeeeeedrillllllll"

An angry, low growl echoed out of the Loganberry bush. The Eevee only barely turned a few inches before..

A Beedrill shoot straight out of the bushes, buzzing angrily. It turned in a circle before connecting bug eyes to the Eevee. No, the branches of Loganberries. "My fooooood" the Beedrill hissed. preparing an attack and

the Eevee bolted.

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Thomas grinned as Roman pounced at tent flap, the bandanna wearing Eevee pawing at the red flap as Thomas took it down. Another successful night camping, of course. Thomas stared at the white bandanna, still snickering at the memory of his mother tucking it around Roman's neck. The Eevee of course wore it with pride, puffing his chest out as they walked around town. For some odd reason it didn't tear in pokemon battles, but Thomas just shrugged that off.

He packed up the last of their tent (Roman had become his official blanket) and, after making sure the small fire from last night was definitely out, placed Roman happily onto his shoulder. Roman had shown his distaste for the pokeball, though he probably(?) would go in if needed.

"Ready?" He asked, Roman returning with a sound of agreement. They walked out of the sky open clearing. The stars had been quite bright and well.. everywhere last night. It was a beautiful sight, he and Roman had stayed up for hours just staring up through the trees into the mystery of space.

It was because of this, Thomas didn't realizing the bushes shaking. He did feel something run into his leg though, tripping him to the ground.

In the pure shock he grabbed Roman off his shoulder and clutched the shocked Eevee close to his chest, flipping to land on his back. he landed heavily on his bag, thankfully not onto bare ground and rock but it still hurt.

He groaned, two similar cries calling out in shock. "I'm alright" he muttered, shifting to a sitting position. Roman was wide eyed if his arms, he quickly but calmly pet the poor creature. He looked up only to see.. an Eevee?

"BeeeeeDRILLLLL"

an angry Beedrill shot out of where the silver Eevee came from, raging towards the scared pokemon. The Eevee yelped, bolting off into the bushes as the Beedrill pursued after and Thomas?

Well Thomas was right behind, Roman streaking at his side.

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The Eevee burst out of the bushes. Where where where.. there! He tried rushing to where his friend had collapses not two days earlier from sickness, but before a paw could be stepped, he was smashed into the ground.

He cried out in pain, branches rolling away as Loganberries dropped to the dirty forest floor. Maybe.. maybe it was all over?

Apparently not, this in fact caused the Beedrill to increase in rage.

"That was my food, my bush!" It hissed, picking up the battered Eevee and, in one throw, crashed it right next to his sickly dark silver partner.

This was it, Eevee realized as the Beedrill advanced. They couldn't escape, both were too weak to fight, it was ov-

"Roman! Use Quick Attack!"

The Eevee watched in shock and amaze as the brown Eevee from earlier, Roman apparently, came shooting into the Beeldrill, knocking it back away from the two shinies. His sick friend looked up, watching the battle unfold as the human trainer followed right behind, calling out directions. They two looked at other, sharing the same thoughts.

Was this human just helping because they were rare coated, or because they were hurt? Did 'Roman' convince him, or was it the trainer's free will?

Greed or kindness?

The two watched the battle finish, the other Eevee knocking out the Beedrill with one final Quick Attack. He panted a few moments before flicking over to his trainer, who gave a few pets and picked him up, rushing over to the two Eevees.

"Wow" the trainer murmured and oh here it was, the common line. He was going to say how 'special' and 'rare' they looked, acting sweetly before-

"You guys are not in good shape!" The concern coating his voice shook the silver Eevees into shock. The brown furred one stepped forwards.

"What happened?" He asked, fur pricked by the smell of sickness. Roman's eyes widened before he wiped around, grabbing the human's hand in his teeth and pulling.

"Huh? What wrong bud?" the trainer questioned. He saw where the Eevee was pulling and took his hand back. Only to hover it a foot away from the sickly of the two. "Can I touch you? I'll be quick and gentle, I promise" the sickly Eevee looked to Roman and, when the Eevee nodded it head, turned back to the trainer and faintly chirped in agreement.

Carefully, the human set a hand on Eevee's forehead, only to yank it back "sweet Arceus!" He cried "I.. you have a really bad fever or something, I need to get you to a Pokemon Center immediately," he explained. Both Eevee's shook their heads terrified, causing Roman to step forwards "please" he begged "Thomas will let you back to the forest afterwards, you can take my word on it" the two consulted it before finally, the lighter of the two slowly nodded.

'Thomas' smiled, offering an arm to Roman who quickly kept up onto his shoulder. Carefully the human picked up both silver Eevee's, making sure they were cuddled up close against his chest, before rushing off into the direction of the next town.

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Thomas chewed on his fingernails. The two were pretty badly damaged, what if they were more hurt than he thought, what if something bad happened while healing, what if-

A paw swatted the hand he was anxiously chewing, and he smiled gratefully to Roman. A soft 'bing' rang around the room as nurse joy came out, the lighter Eevee sitting on a roller.

"Hey kiddo" Thomas cooed, scratching behind the ear. Just like every time the trainer had done it to Roman, the light grey Eevee just melted below his scritches.

"Your Eevee is all healed up" Nurse Joy happily commented "the other one is still in recovery, but should be good by morning!" "O-oh" Thomas stumbled over the thought of the two being his Eevees "thanks."

"I must ask, where in the world where you able to get two shiny Eevees?" The nurse questioned. Thomas blink in confusion, staring at the perfectly normal Eevee on the stretcher, currently a purring mess under the scratches. "What do you mean by shiny?" Thomas asked.

"Oh you don't know! Sometimes a pokemon will be born with different colorations than usual. It does nothing to them, it's just a color change" Thomas looked down at the shiny Eevee he stopped scratching, which was looking up at him with a curious stare "he looks completely normal to me" Thomas replied with a smile, which the nurse joyfully laughed at.

"So Eevee?" He asked the little one in his arms, who gave a curious look back. Though something else was in there, was It.. trust? Thomas mentally shook his head. He promised on the way to the Pokecenter he would return the two back home, he would not be selfish. A pokemon was sentient, not just an object to be bought or chosen by how it looks.

"Your friend is going to be in here till tomorrow, do you want to go pick out a gift?" The Eevee chirped in joy. Thomas though for a moment, before carefully lifting and setting the silver pokemon on his free shoulder "there! Now I can carry more gifts" he sent a sideways smile to the Eevee.

"Oh ya, hey Eevee would you or your friend happen to have names?" Thomas asked, walking out the Pokecenter and off to the marketplace. The Eevee thought but shook its head. "Would it be ok it gave gave you temporary names till this is all over?" He questioned, staring around the late morning outdoors marketplace. The Eevee chirped in surprise, before a bit more hesitantly nodded.

"Awesome! I thought It might be a little easier if I ever saw you again while walking by" the Eevee blink. The human.. really was going to let them go? "How about.. Patton for you?" Both Eevees gave squeals of agreement, causing Thomas to laugh. As his head lifted back up, he saw something at a berry stand. "Well" Thomas pondered, walking over.

"How about Logan for your friend, and we get him these as a treat?" Patton nearly fell off Thomas' shoulders in joy as the human pointed to a fresh box of Loganberries.

The three ended up shopping a bit more, before heading back to the Pokemon center and renting a room. It was there Thomas pulled out a pokesized pair of glasses and, being careful, slid them over Patton's gaze.

Suddenly Patton could see much farther. He gasped, scrambling up the window to gaze outside. Thomas put Logan's pair on top of the Loganberry box, right next to the mini midnight blue tie.

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Morning sun poured in Thomas' face, causing the boy to groan and turn over.

Right into a paw poking at his face.

He sighed unhappily and sat up "what is it" he mumbled tiredly, before seeing Roman still fast asleep on the pillow next to his. He glanced back confused, only for his gaze to catch onto Patton, who was basically a Spoink.

A knock at the door "Thomas? Your Eevee is awake now, please come down when your ready" Thomas replied with a 'thank you' before escaping the warmth of bed, slipping into his day clothes. He slipped on his bag, setting each Eevee on a shoulder before picking up Logan's gifts-

Wait

He paused, turning his head to Patton "shoot sorry, I didn't mean to put you up there I-" he was stopped by a muzzle to his cheek, confirming it was ok.

The three, after double checking the room, headed down. No one else was in the waiting room besides

Patton attempted to leap off Thomas' shoulder, only to be stopped by the trainer himself "dude, you're not used to doing that you'll get hurt" Thomas picked Patton up and finally placed him on the stretch cart, who instantly went and attached himself to Logan in a cuddle fit.

After a few minutes, Thomas beckoned for the two to follow, Patton chirping quickly, probably explaining what had happened yesterday.

They sat at a table as Logan inspected his gifts, sending both trainer and pokemon around the dark silver Eevee into a fit of laughter as Logan gorged himself on Loganberries. (After cleaning up) Thomas asked and assisted with the new mini tie and glasses, the dark silver pokemon glancing around in wonder.

He scooped Logan up in his arms, letting the other two climb up to his shoulders. After thanking Nurse Joy one last time, he made his way out of the center, making his way through town to the woods. Or.. he was..

"Oh my! Dear Eevees!" Thoams turned in surprise, blinking as a rich looking woman in a black dress ran up, a red R crossing her heart. She grinned behind red lipstick "oh my dear boy, you found my Eevees!"

Thomas didn't know what was happening, but something felt.. wrong.

"Um, would you care to explain?" He asked as a man walked next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. He wore a black tux, a red bowtie strapped over a white dress shirt, the red R making an appearance over his heart as well.

"Oh dear you see" she sighed "me and my husband were on our way to a party, when a bandit came and took our dear Eevees" she gestured to Logan and Patton.

Thomas was not convinced. He felt Logan digging claws into his arm, and Patton's tail quivered is confusion and fear.

"Would you mind telling me.. when this party was?" Thomas stood tall. The man blinked "yes, it was two weeks ago" Thomas smiled innocently at the man "I'm sorry you have the wrong Eevees then, I've had these two for around, hmm three months?" he looked to Patton, who kept his eyes from widening and nodded.

The woman glared "boy" she hissed "those are my. Pokemon." Thomas stepped back "you probably found them this morning and wanted to keep them" she growled stepping forwards ready to grab Logan straight from Thomas' grasp.

"Excuse me" Thomas blinked, watching the kind berry stand owner step in between "but this boy was at my stand yesterday with the one on his shoulder. He even told me about how he had another at the center healing after a bout of sickness, and both had nicknames. They all seem to have a very strong bond with this trainer. I'm afraid you have the wrong pokemon" the woman growled one last time before spinning off, her husband following.

After the audience and the kind berry stand man confirmed Thomas and the Eevees where ok, they sent them on their way, Thomas wishing them all a good day in return.

The four walked ten minutes into the woods, Thomas' hold on Logan tight (but still comfortably) as though scared someone would try and take him away again.

Finally he turned a little off path, setting Logan carefully down on a fallen tree, which Patton sooned joined.

Thomas smiled, petting both of their heads "sorry about that trouble I brought upon you, i didn't mean for that to happen" he chuckled. The both chirped in disagreement, but Thomas just laughed.

"Well, I've got to be off, but maybe I'll see you next time!" He smiled and backed off the wide eyed Eevees. Roman seemed to make a noise of opposing, and Thomas knew why, but he turned away anyways. He felt the soul connection, the two pieces currently being left behind, but it wasn't his decision to make if they were caught.

Roman's cries where deaf to Thomas as he ignored the tears attempting to fall, blinking slowly so nothing met his cheek. He would see them another day and then..

Then maybe he would ask. Who knew, maybe they didn't feel the soul connection like Thomas did.

Maybe, someday..

"Eh-veh!"

Thomas stopped as he stared at the two Eevees, both blocking his path.

"But- guys I promised. I promised I would return you to the forest, to your home" Thomas blurted, a tear escaping down his cheek.

Logan looked around and touched a tree trunk before shaking his head. Patton walked up, placing a paw on Thomas' leg and nodded.

A hiccup escaped Thomas before he fell to the ground, all three.. all three of his Eevees cuddled him as tears spilled from his eyes, arms wrapped around the small bodies.

At one point, they had separated

at one point, Thomas had taken out two pokeballs, neither Patton or Logan resist to touch it

at one point, Thoams had let them out and they all licked the tears from his face, sending him into a fit of giggles on the forest floor

at one point, they settled back into their positions, Logan now curled up healthy and purring in Thomas' arms as Roman and Patton chirped away (and if Thomas could speak pokemon, he would know they were exchanging stories)

but none of that matters now.

All that mattered was Thomas had found two more of his pieces.

His puzzle was half way done.

And his family was just growing stronger together.

#sander sides #pokemon #thomas sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #team rocket #tw crying #tw attempted kidnapping #Logan is sick #he gets better #my writing #writing #fanfic #Teaming the Pieces Together

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innerquotesbtsegg · 4 years

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•Alpah's Fire•

•Rachel Fawn Hunter The Alpha's Daughter•

Full Name: Rachel Fawn Hunter.

Age: 17.

Wolf: black alpha wolf - half phoenix.

Zodiac: leo.

Parent's names: Blake James Hunter & Angelina Marie Hunter.

Nationality: american.

Sexuality: bisexual.

Children: Alice & Jacob Hunter.

Brothers: Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung.

Abilities: combat and fire.

Spouse: Samuel Winchester Adler.

Living: Los Angeles.

Personality/described: loyal, faithful, self confidence, brave, troubled, crazy, rebellious, protective, violent, full of wisdom, a fighter, warrior, low self esteem, supportive, insecure, worries easily for her people, a joker, adorable, a natural beauty, easily hides her emotions, a good person, caring, funny, loving, a good sister/mother, honest, flirty.

Nicknames: wolfie/dog - huntress - blondie - bitch/whore - the alpha's daughter - kid/kiddo - girl on fire - faithful companion - lone wolf - queen of assholes/queen of the world - woman of the world - eagle-eye - buttercup - girlfriend - bulldog - beautiful - lioness - butterface - fawn - Mom.

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"Your insane!"

"Yeah, that's the best part!"

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"Alright Negan.."

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"Bye bye, amigos!"

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"You better watch your mouth there, girly."

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"Oh yeah, you think your funny?"

"I think I'm adorable."

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"What're you talking about? My taste in music is better than yours!"

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"Come on! Think your Nathan Drake!"

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"Go to hell.."

"Been there- actually! Me and lucifer get along!"

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"Here, stick your dick on those blades and see what happens!"

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"Hate me for who I am, I don't care."

"Love your haters -they're your biggest fans!"

"The only way to succeed is to make people hate you."

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"I care, only for my brothers. Nobody else."

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"Que te jodan." - Go screw yourself in Spanish.

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"Who do you put first?"

"My brothers."

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"If you ever hurt my boys, I will mess you up."

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"I know.. I know In a terrible sister- I wanted to protect you from them even myself.. I- I care you so much. I hope you know that.."

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"You boys are still the same."

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"I'm with someone- oh hey! That's him! Hey brother!"

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"We all have parts that scare us."

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"I'm still learning to love myself.. it's hard.."

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"I'm so proud of you, boys."

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"No one puts me first!"

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"I don't care what happens to me, I never really have. But I do care about what happens to my brothers."

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"If anything happens to my brothers, I will tear you apart and rip you're heart out.."

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"I've hurted the people I love and I mess things up easily. I try to make things right, nobody knew what I went through making me the way I am.. sometimes I wish I could be a better person like I was before."

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"My parents got killed right in front of my eyes at age of eight, got adopted at the age of 14- I grew up with my brothers trying to make me a better person, they loved me no matter what. A fire started and but me and my brothers survived.. our parents. They died making me leave my brothers behind. He wanted me to suffer because of what my biological parents did terrible.. so, he wanted me to go through what he went through.. great, isn't it? Losing every one you loved and cared for just leave you?"

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"She's the Alpha's daughter; she spits fire. Gets aggressive like a hungry wolf, her heart is cold as ice as she plays people's heads like a deck of cards with her gun next to her. But.. the more you know her and be on her side the most- then she'll treat you like a sister or a mother would do like she is with her older brothers- she's just.. been through some dark times in the past and its better not to question her, I'm warning you. Only her brothers and her trusted pack know not strangers.. but.. she has a soft spot for you.. you must remind her of someone she loved so much."

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"I would see her playing her guitar in the balcony every night when the stars come out and she'll just stare at them while playing. I would see one her brother's sitting next to her and sing a song with the guitar then.. I'll see her warm smile like we never seen her smile so like that; its always been a grin or a smirk."

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"She's a lone wolf; we call her that everytime she comes here at this bar. Sometimes with her brothers, she's a smart and loyal kid. I just hope she'll won't be like her parents when she grows up.."

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"She's a Phoenix, she'd rised before and she'll rise again!"

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"She was a sweet and innocent girl back then, she's still is but she intends to hide it."

"Why?"

"She's scared of losing people who are close to her, she's lost both of her parents, her friends and almost her brothers. She's doesn't want to lose anyone she cares about."

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"She may be a strong, confident and independent woman, but deep down; she's broken and fragile. She's been through hell and back."

"Yet, she's still walking. You didn't break her darling, you don't own that kind of power she holds."

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"She likes you.."

"How do you know she does?"

"I don't know, its just the way she looks you? I've never seen her look at anyone like that."

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"I uhh, y-you're really strong.."

"Thank you very much."

"Yeah, can you.. let go of my neck please?"

"Crap! Sorry!"

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"Sam..."

"You ok, Rache? What's wrong?"

"I.. I think I'm pregnant.."

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"Guys, before you kill Sam. It was technically my fault.."

"Rache, it wasn't."

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"If you lay a finger on her, you and you're friends are dead."

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"I had great dream; I was in my wedding dress with my aunt and uncle crying of joy when they saw it.. and Alice in a beautiful tiny glittery blue dress. Then, I walked down the aisle with my brother's as we cried.. then.. I saw Sam in that suit he was dying to wear someday.. god, it was good dream. I kinda wished I didn't wake up from it."

"That sounds like a great dream."

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“Be loyal to what matters.”

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“Vengeance is an idiot's game.”

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"Just do one thing or the other, don't try to be two people at once.."

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"We can’t change what's done, we can only move on."

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"You're the only one of these fools that I trust,"

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"Look, I wanna die. Besides, those sons of bitches don't look that tough,"

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"Come on out Magnus! At least die like a man!"

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"Aside from my Samuel, you're the best man I know, I know the company you keep, the competition ain't too fierce,"

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"I ain't afraid of dyin'."

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"Nobody's taking nothing from me ever again."

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“I know self defense and I will shove my Louboutins so far up your ass.”

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“You know I can charm the pants off of anyone.”

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“I run this town."

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"She gets everything she wants and she doesn't care what she hurts in the process!"

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"I can't believe how rich she is, now I know why people think she is a little selfish."

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“You can date whoever you wanna date. Not Samuel.”

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“You wanna gaslight me? I’ll set the gasoline on fire.”

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“I am sick and tired of being used by miserably ungrateful men.”

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“Look, the fantasy where you’re smart, funny, and appealing to women only exists on your laptop.”

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“How many men do I need to say this to? I don’t need your protection!”

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"Where's my goddamn brothers?! Where are they? They took them didn't they? They took my brothers!"

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"Let go of me, you bitch!"

"You grabbed first!"

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"It's alright miss, you'll be okay. We'll take care of you. We're not bad people."

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foreverexo-l-carat · 6 years

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Pure Seduction || Jungkook

[Chapter Eleven] [Prepare Yourselves]

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"Whose party even is this?" You questioned, slightly wobbling in your heels to keep up with Joy's pace.

"Minjae-oppa's," she told you. "Don't worry, I told him I'd be bringing a guest."

You nodded your head, smoothing out your dress. Once again you were clad in a tight, short black dress with makeup up and your hair straight. You sported black heels rather than red ones but still wore red lipstick, a dark red one from the new lipstick line your company was working on.

Joy opened the door and the two of you entered. It was already a bit crowded but it didn't really matter. You just wanted the night to be over with.

You could tell that the crowd Minjae ran with was the crowd Jungkook ran with as well as your own mutuals. Jungkook's friends, BamBam and Yugyeom were there along with Mingyu. Your eyes spotted Jimin with Taehyung and some others.

You found Jungkook leaned against a breakfast bar talking to some people you didn't recognize. His eyes landed on you and he smiled. You smiled back weakly, sending a wave. His smile broke your heart. Joy wished you luck before quickly leaving. Jungkook excused himself from his friends and walked over to you.

"I didn't know you were going to be here," Jungkook said.

You gave him a small smile. "Neither did I. It was a last minute kind of thing."

"Well, you look very beautiful."

Another stab to your heart. You simply forced a smile on your face. Your eyes wandered and landed on Joy, who looked very comfortable on Minjae's lap. You hadn't known that was a thing. It confused you, too. If she was happy with another guy, why did she care so much about you breaking Jungkook's heart?

"I'll be right back," you said. "I'm gonna say hi to Jimin really quick."

He nodded and you hurried to him. He was surprised when he saw you. "What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming," he said.

"Neither did I. I need to talk to you."

He excused himself from his friends and the two of you found a secluded corner to talk in. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't know, maybe," you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's happening tonight. The last part of the plan."

His eyes widened, "It's happening tonight? Wow. So, why are you worried? Didn't you want the whole thing to be over and done with?"

"Well, yeah, but that was before I actually got to know Jungkook. He's actually really sweet and fun to be around."

"Y/N, did you catch feelings for Jungkook?"

Another shaky sigh left your mouth. "I don't know. I don't think so. Maybe I did," you said. "I'm so confused right now and nothing makes sense anymore."

He put a hand on either one of your arms. "Look, I can't tell you what to do but I still think you need to end whatever this is with Jungkook but in a nice way. Don't be harsh. You clearly need some time to collect yourself," he said. He gave you a tight hug, making you feel a bit better. "Good luck, kid."

You took in a deep breath and nodded, thanking him before going back to Jungkook. "Hey, can we go outside and talk?" You asked.

He nodded. "Of course," he said. The two of you made your way outside. It was still crowded but you and Jungkook found a secluded spot. "I like your lipstick, by the way."

"I wore it for you."

"What's the name?"

You looked up at him. "Kiss Me," you told him.

He chuckled. "Fitting," he hummed.

"So, what are you waiting for? Kiss me."

He smirked at your confidence before capturing your lips with his own. Your lips moved in sync for a bit but then everything felt so wrong. You were doing what Joy told you to do but it was wrong. Kissing you back was a boy who seemed to genuinely like you while you were just playing a game. You didn't know how you felt and that wasn't fair. While having these thoughts, you began to cry from all the emotions.

Jungkook pulled away after feeling some wetness on his own face. He was surprised to find you crying. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked. "Why're you crying?"

"I can't do this anymore," you cried, your voice cracking. You pushed him away and rushed back into the house while he called out your name.

Joy spotted you and quickly grabbed you. "Y/N, what's going on? What happened?" She asked.

"What the hell?" Jungkook questioned. "You two know each other?"

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jimin asked, rushing over.

"I told you not to do it, Y/N," Mingyu said. "Why would you go along with Joy's awful plan?"

"Okay, someone needs to explain what the hell is going on," Taehyung said.

Soon, you, Jungkook, Mingyu, Taehyung, Jimin, Joy, and Minjae were sat in the empty basement on couches, chairs, and the floor. Your mascara was smudged but you had finally stopped crying.

"I want Y/N's side of the story first," Taehyung said, basically mediating the whole thing.

"I got a text from Unnie a couple of weeks ago. She wanted me to seduce someone. I asked who and she told me Jungkook. I was confused at first but then she explained to me that he lead her on and broke her heart. She said it was a game he played and that she wanted my help to beat him at his own game," you started, taking in another deep breath. "I've heard my fair share of stories about Jungkook. Even when I had never seen him in person my whole life, I still knew him. I eventually agreed. I thought it would be a good lesson for him to learn but I never knew it would spiral into this."

Jimin gave you a supportive smile and patted your thigh. You continued. "She told me what to do and I listened. I did exactly what she told me to do at the club and that was the start of it. Jungkook and I bumped into each other a couple of times and he was nice and charming. I thought that was part of his game, like an act. Then, we went on that date. That's when things started to really feel wrong. I couldn't believe that he would go through all that trouble just to break my heart in the end. Unnie told me we had him right where we wanted him and I was supposed to break him tonight. It all just felt so wrong and I was so confused, I still am, and now we're here."

"What exactly did Joy tell you?" Taehyung asked. "About her and Kookie, that is."

"She told me that they met at Fragrance. She said he was charming and mature for someone a year younger than her. She liked that about him. She told me that he flirted, took her out on a couple of dates, and then broke her heart by telling her he never liked her but pitied her or something like that," you told him.

"What the actual fuck, Joy?" Jungkook questioned. He placed his head in his hands and rubbed his face. "Are you aware, Y/N, that everything Joy told you was a lie?"

You were surprised. You looked at Joy. She had tears forming in her eyes and she was biting her lip. "What? What are you talking about?"

"It's true that we met at Fragrance and that I flirted with her and took her on some dates but I didn't tell her any of that stuff. It wasn't for nothing."

"What really happened, then?" You asked, feeling confused.

"We were dating. She wasn't just some random girl I wanted to have a fling with. I genuinely liked her," he told you. "Up until she cheated on me. That's when I ended things."

You were already confused enough before but now your head was beginning to hurt. "Then, why did I do any of this?" You asked. You looked at Joy. "What was the point of this?!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am," she said, some tears slipping from her eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Then why the fuck would you put her up to this and lie to her about it?" Jimin asked, clearly pissed.

"I liked Jungkook, I really did. The only problem was that I did it all to make someone else jealous. It worked and I cheated on Jungkook with him. He didn't know Jungkook and I were dating. Anyway, I felt awful and Jungkook refused to forgive me. I thought that if Y/N broke his heart, what I did wouldn't seem so bad anymore."

"You're crazy," Taehyung told her. "I genuinely hope you know that."

Jungkook let out a huff and stood up. "I need to go," he said before leaving.

Mingyu looked at you. "Aren't you gonna go after him?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No. Why would I?! He hates me and has every right to. Going after him would just be wrong of me," you told him.

Jimin looked at you. "Come on, Y/N, I'll take you home," he said. You nodded and stood up.

"Y/N, wait!" Joy exclaimed.

"I have nothing to say to you," you told her in a venomous tone. You and Jimin left after you apologized to Taehyung, Mingyu, and Minjae for the mess you caused.

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Um, if any of you support Pentagon, please look at my previous post. It's a petition to keep E'Dawn in Pentagon because many "fans" are angry about him and Hyuna and want him gone. Thank you!

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Description: You've been asked to break the heartbreaker's heart.

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 (coming soon)

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