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curryshesus · 6 months

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bts fics that give me life in a drought

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 2

didn't expect to make a part 2 so soon but seeing how much recognition the first one got, here we are! some of these contain a hearty amount of angst, and oh they're just simply divine :( once again, please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did!

➺ knife’s edge - by @readyplayerhobi

| jungkook x reader, jimin x reader | 141.8k

mafia au, fluff, angst, smut, violence, series

>> summary: "the jeon clan is family, built on blood and loyalty. it’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the clan, jeon jungkook. you would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?"

this fic absolutely BROKE ME. i was so conflicted all throughout and deadass went through all the 50 stages of grief. the angst was unparalleled. the fluff had me giggling like a madman cuz jk is an absolute sweetheart :( jimin is too :(( y/n is dumb and so is her situation :((( i cherish this fic sm

➺ novocaine - by @kinktae

| jimin x reader |

1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "going home was hard – painful even. but falling back in love with jimin, the boy you left behind? downright gut-wrenching."

➺ ghostin him- by @adonis-koo

| namjoon x reader (taehyung x reader) | 26k

angst, angst, as well as angst. comfort too dw, one-shot

>> summary: "life is nothing more than dull colors for you, your world shattered and laying in the shards of what once was rather than focusing on what is. that is until you meet kim namjoon, who is immediately taken by you without realizing you’re a girl with a whole lot of baggage, through tears and many sleepless nights you’re faced with a choice of hanging on with bleeding hands, or accepting what is, and letting go."

ohmygod the writing hello? the amount of soul, depth, and sheer utter beauty in missy's words are beyond me. had me sobbing every other line and my heart aching all throughout and boy was it worth it.

➺ take five - by @jiminrings

| yoongi x reader | 10k

angst, fluff, unrequited love, pinning

summary: "dr. min yoongi's a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand - oh and also, he's divorced."

➺ page turner - by @gukslut

| taehyung x reader | 13.6k

teacher!tae/ librarian!reader, fluff, smut, minor angst

summary: "corny romance and a zillion cheesy Romeo and Juliet quotes and references."

my tainted hopeless romantic heart ugh. they're so cute.

➺ bloom- by @hobidreams

| namjoon x reader | 20.7k

assassin!reader x florist!namjoon, smut, angst, action, sprinkles of fluff

>> summary: "family is who you kill for. who you die for. in this society, you and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders absolute. but when such orders command you to abandon what little honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in lonely uncertainty about the only vocation you’ve ever known. that is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poet’s heart, and a love for coaxing the world into bloom."

➺ counterfeit culture - by @ggukcangetit

| seokjin x reader | 29k

modern day au loosely based on jane austen’s pride & prejudice, e2l, fluff, smut, comedy

>>summary: “for as long as you can remember, you’ve always known right from wrong, good from bad, and woke from entitled/ignorant. but when you continue to cross paths with Kim Seokjin - the apparent antithesis of everything you believe in - certain walls begin to crumble. and over time, you come to realise that the world isn’t black and white, first impressions can be misleading, and that you are just as guilty as each person you’ve judged so harshly. realisation brings acceptance, and maybe, just maybe, acceptance can bring something more.”

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

| jungkook x reader | 22k

friends to lovers!au, college!au, fluff, comedy, angst

>> summary: "in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him."

➺ to hold a dragon's heart - by @softlyjiminie

| taehyung x reader | 19.1k

dragon prince!kim taehyung x warrior princess!reader, smut, angst, fluff, forbidden romance, dragon shifter!au, royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au

>> summary: "two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge, never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?"

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iamnotoriginalphil · 7 months

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Practice Makes Perfect (Larissa Weems x Reader)

Synopsis: Larissa stumbles into something you didn't want her to.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: none

You stared into the mirror, fingers clenching at your side. A deep breath in, slowly released through parted lips. Your gaze skittered away, searching out anything else in the room. Your bed, made in a hurry. The carpet under your bare feet, toes digging in. The armchair pushed to the side, worn leather old and comfortable. Your eyes alighted on each one but nothing could hold your attention.

Just the thought of doing what you planned on doing had your heart thumping in your chest hard enough to leave a bruise bleeding through your skin.

You turned your attention back to the mirror, dragging another long breath into your lungs. You could see, even when you were on your own, the nervous energy rolling off you.

“Okay,” you whispered, “okay.”

You pressed your hands together in front of your body, squeezing them until you could feel your pulse thumping in your fingertips. Another breath, another moment hovering.

“Larissa, I need to tell you something.”

You shook your head.

“No, far too ominous. Principal Weems, there’s something we need to discuss.”

Another shake of your head.

“Too formal. Ugh.”

You thrust your hands into your hair, fingers clenching until you felt the pull. You growled, wondering if it was time to give up. There was no point. It wasn’t as if you were ever actually say the words to her. It was all for your own benefit.

“Larissa, can we talk?”

You nodded.

“Better.”

You took another deep breath in.

“And if she says yes then I can keep going. Which would be…”

You met your own eyes in the mirror. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t ever say any of this in front of her. Larissa Weems deserved more than your fumbling confession. Especially if you couldn’t even say the words to yourself.

The truth was, you’d been smitten with the intimidating principal from the moment you’d set foot in the school. Her firm handshake and wide smile had enchanted you on your first day as a new member of staff. Her voice had been soft like butter and inviting like the summer night. You’d been enamoured ever since.

But, like so often in your life, you hadn’t said anything to her. Hadn’t made a move. Hadn’t tried to shoot your shot. You knew she deserved better than you.

Lately, though, you’d found her eyes turned in your direction more often than usual. The way her gaze lingered on you. The way her lips curled upwards whenever you said anything to her. It was giving you undue hope. It was stealing your breath and filling your head with all kinds of romantic fantasies. And rather less romantic fantasies.

So now you were pretending as if you were going to confess your feelings to her. Which you knew you wouldn’t. Not really.

“I know I’ve only been here for a few months but in that time I’ve come to realise something. Something important. Something I think you should know.”

You sighed. This was not going the way you intended. You were so bad at things like this.

“Larissa, I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Whenever I’m in your presence it’s all I can think about. You’re all I can think about. When I wake up you’re my first thought and when I go to bed you’re my last. I want you in every possible way. You have stolen my heart and my soul and they are yours. I am yours.”

You blinked at yourself in the mirror. Your head slowly fell forward, hands coming up to cover your eyes, palms pressing in until colours burst behind your eyelids.

“God, why do I have to be so dramatic? That’ll never work.”

“Really? I thought it was going rather well.”

Your head jerked up, stumbling back a step. Your door, previously unknown to you, had been cracked open, just enough for a passing person to hear you talking to yourself. Now, a tall figure stood in the doorway, backlit by the light from the hall. Horror filled your veins, eyes widening and breath stilling. Your heart missed a beat before going double time.

“Principal Weems,” you breathed.

She took a step into the room proper, hand splayed on the door, pushing it closed. She might have been on the other side of the room, but without the possibility of someone else walking in on the two of you, it felt as if she was so much closer. Her lips were pulled up at the corners as she looked at you, all the way across the room.

“I think you can call me Larissa after that confession,” she said, voice teasing.

“You weren’t meant to hear that,” you were quick to say.

“But it was so nicely said.”

You looked away from her, cheeks heating under her penetrating gaze. You couldn’t bear to look at her, not knowing she’d heard your words, the ones never meant for her. That just so happened to be about her.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” Her voice was delicate, as if worried you were about to break. You shook your head, not able to even begin to explain all the ways you had to be embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “that wasn’t… it wasn’t for your ears.”

“Why not?”

You hadn’t noticed her approach until her finger was gently lifting your chin, forcing you to look at her. The expression on her face was one of guarded hope, and yet also so concerned. Her skin against yours was making your head spin.

“I didn’t…” was as far as you got to explaining your thought process.

“Were you rehearsing for a prank?” she asked, the shutters coming down on her face.

“What?” The idea made no sense to you, “no.”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” she said, “you can tell me. I won’t be upset.”

“Who would do that?” you asked, “that’s just cruel.”

“Yes, well, people can be unkind,” she replied, finally letting your chin go.

“It wasn’t anything to do with a prank,” you said, voice firm on that count. You didn’t like the way her body had stiffened, not quite looking at you, lips pressing together, “it wasn’t a prank.”

“Then what was it?” she demanded.

“It was…” Even when trying to assuage her fears, the words were getting stuck in your throat, “not important.”

Her gaze ran over your face, and perhaps she saw your hesitation written in your expression. She took a half step back, hands clasped in front of her body, putting distance between the two of you. Somehow, it didn’t stop your heart from feeling as if it was in your throat. Your fingers itched to reach out to touch her. You missed her warmth on your skin.

“It’s hard to pretend as if I didn’t hear your words,” she said.

“I’d prefer if you did,” you said, voice quiet, bowing your head.

“Darling, how can I when you were saying everything I’ve ever wanted to hear from your lips?”

Your head snapped up. The way she was looking at you stole your breath, so open and hopeful, but also as if steeling herself for you to laugh in her face. Words died on your tongue, stolen by her own confession. She straightened her spine, staring down at you, waiting for you to say or do something.

“You- what?” It was the best you could do.

“Surely you’ve begun to notice how enchanting I find you,” she said, softening just a touch.

You shook your head, slowly turning it into a nod. Of course you’d noticed the shift in the air. It’s what had prompted the whole stupid idea of confessing your own feelings. Her lips curled up into another smile again, self satisfied and a little bit cocky. She took that half step back towards you, finger under your chin guiding you face back up towards her.

“Now how about you tell me how you feel to me,” she suggested.

“But you’ve already heard it,” you said, anxiety beginning to bubble in your stomach again.

“I’d like to hear it again if you’re willing to say it,” she replied.

Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip and you whimpered, leaning towards her. Her eyes seemed to melt, turning molten before your very eyes as her gaze dipped down to your lips. They parted, practically begging her for a kiss.

“Please,” she whispered.

As it turned out, you weren’t able to say no to her.

“Larissa, I… from the moment I met you there was no one else. You were everything. Every dream I’d ever had, every fantasy, every… everything I had ever wanted. You’re still everything I want. When you smile at me, it’s like the sun coming out from behind the clouds after a thunderstorm. When you look at me, you steal my breath away. And when you touch me.” Your breath caught in your throat, “I’m electrified.”

“Oh, my darling,” was said with such reverence, such wonder. It made you glow under her gaze, taking her in, wanting to memorise every inch of her in that moment. She was resplendent, and the way she was looking at you made you think you could be too.

“Sorry, I’m being really over dramatic again, aren’t I?” You laughed but she didn’t.

“I rather enjoy the dramatics,” she replied.

“You do?” Your voice held too much hope, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. If you weren’t careful you’d get used to her looking at you as if you were the most wonderful being in the universe.

“I like everything about you,” she said.

Her hand drifted up, cupping your cheek as she drew closer.

“Larissa,” you exhaled.

“Yes, my darling?” she murmured, breath ghosting over your face.

“Are you going to kiss me now?” you asked.

“I was considering it.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Please do.”

Maybe she couldn’t say no to you either. Her lips brushed against yours as if testing the waters first. You gasped, hands finding her waist, pulling her body against yours. You couldn’t help it, she was irresistible. Her own hands were grasping your face, tilting it up as she kissed you again, deeper, more intense, stealing all of your breath.

She pushed you back until your spine collided with the cold surface of the mirror you’d been practicing in. Pinned between the warmth of her body and the chill of the mirror, you felt as if you were melting, turning into a malleable puddle, barely a person anymore as her tongue found yours. She sighed into your mouth, fingers sliding into your hair.

Your hands slid up her spine, clutching at her dress when her teeth sunk into your lower lip. Your moan was muffled and her answering groan was a delight to your ears.

When she drew back you were panting for breath. Her lipstick was smudged and her eyes smouldering, a flush high on her cheekbones. Her thumb ran along your lower lip again, laughing when you nipped at it.

“I’d like to take you out for dinner,” she said, voice husky and breathless.

“I’d like that too,” you said and something relaxed in her face, as if she’d been holding her breath, “I’d really really like that.”

“How’s tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Perfect,” you said, too quickly to be cool.

She chuckled, pressing another lingering kiss to your lips. And once again you were melting against her, uncaring that your confession hadn’t gone the way you planned it. It had still been perfect.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagines #principal weems x reader #principal weems imagine

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imnameimswrld · 1 month

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⃘ ֹ ִ 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 ★ ִ a series ꒱

in which I make a moodboard and write some calculated nonsense about my biases as taylor swift songs (my queen) !

status, in session...

❪ kpop masterlist ❫

━━━━━━━━━━❪ 🖤 ❫━━━━━━━━━━

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as ...call it what you want by taylor swift.

stray kids. skz. leader. producer. '97. aussie-korean. my ult / husband. christopher bahng. 3racha. vocalist. rapper. dancer. gnabnahc. don't touch his laptop aka the mother-load. swarovski knows what's up. peak husband material.

𝐕 as ...maroon by taylor swift.

bts. bangtansonyeondan. vocalist. '95. korean. daegu boy. celine's top model. kim taehyung. thv. yeontan's dad. his boxy-smile, ugh. he's served enough, send him home please. visual. actor.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 as ...dress by taylor swift.

seventeen. svt. rapper. vocalist. visual. hip-hop unit. kim mingyu. my favourite tall tan boy. vampire. '97. korean. mr bullied by his 12 brothers. his lisp dear lord. cute puppy with the body of a greek god. dior, bvlgari & cartier doing God's work out here. min9yu_k.

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 as ...gorgeous taylor swift.

blackpink. bp. vocalist. visual. mother. '95. kim jisoo. actress. ceo of blissoo. jisoo turtle-rabbit kim. i am so in love with her goofy ass. sooyaaa__. flower. pretty sure she's a billionaire. korean. blackpink in ur area (except for mine). blackpink is indeed the revolution.

𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐈 as ...new romantics by taylor swift.

itzy. leader. main dancer. vocalist. rapper. '00. korean. hwang yeji. a literal lightfury. the cat is cating with this one. the eyes chico. a total loser girl but I love her for it. lucy hwang. my oppa. yezyizhere. ms english is about confidence. visual. midzy's protector fr.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 as ...lover by taylor swift.

ateez. vocalist. dancer. demon liner. '99. choi san. korean. mountain. my kitty cat. the fluff is fluffing. blonde brought me to my knees. stage presence. the de-twinkafacation is too real. shoulders for days. mr flirts too much his photocard that I don't have should be sleeping on the porch. deja vu eyebrows... ya just had to be there. kq give my boys their own insta accounts right now. totally kisses his band mate jung wooyoung.

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 as ...delicate by taylor swift.

nct. nct 127. nct u og. super m. leader. lee taeyong. korean. rapper. dancer. '95. a parent of 26. korean. bless his hair. mr ty. my bubu. he is peak comfort. I just want to hug him forever and never let go. ai. he bleeds neo-green. taeoxo_nct. please don't send him away, he's already been serving since 2016. sticker's no.1 defender. visual. tik_tyong.

𝐓𝐄𝐍 as ...king of my heart by taylor swift.

nct. wayv. dancing king. vocalist. rapper. '95. a cat dad. a sassy king. chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. lee yongqin. gender-envy is real people. mr oh no your have to taste it. nct u og. thai and kinda chinese too I thinks. I wanna say multilingual king but according to bambam he can't even speak thai (his mother-tongue) well. a 10/10 fr. tenlee_1001. birthday was a cultural reset. visual. pretty sure he's in love with a guy named johnny suh from chicago.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 as ...mastermind by taylor swift.

nct. nct dream. dancer. rapper. '00. lee jeno. a samoyed doppelganger. so fluffy. leejen_o_423. hot sauce jeno is my roman empire. visual. korean. makes my heart so warm. kinda wanna put him in my pocket. he might be in love with some kid that goes by the name of na jaemin.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 as ...enchanted by taylor swift.

aespa. leader. rapper. main dancer. '00. real ? I think not. literally ai. my adorable stupid cheese cat. yoon jimin. korean. one of them laughing slappers. such a cutie pls just get in my pocket and let me protect your forever rina. katarinabluu. quite literally meows. a cat has never cat-ed like her before. run run run kitty kitty run run. visual.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 as ...dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.

le sserafim. rapper. vocalist. dancer. ballerina. '03. zuha. japanese. literally lee hojung's sister because, huh. looks a little line jeon wonwoo too, but that just could be me. nakamura kazuha. my girlfriend (real). body goals fr, SLAY QUEEN. such a cutie patootie it makes me cry. the rizz is lowkey but so real. zuhazana. the swan song is literally her song. SOUNDS LIKE MONSTER BABY KING KONG, such a banger. visual.

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 as ...wonderland by taylor swift.

txt. tomorrow x together. leader. vocalist. dancer. that dolphin song boy. '00. choi soobin. my favourite tall awkward and shy boy. he's just such a cutie pls. korean. I live in his dimples. I love that we collectively hate on math, my soulmate fr. you know you know soobin. page.soobin. so boyfriend dammit. visual. BRING BACK PURPLE HAIRED SOOBIN RN.

𝐉𝐀𝐘 as ...getaway car by taylor swift.

enhypen. enha. an all-rounder honestly. he plays guitar and that's hot. '02. blonde jay makes me spiral. korean but spent some time in america too. park jongseong. if angry bird, then why so gorgeous. he shouldn't be allowed to wear jeans because holy moly. he makes me giggle like a girl and I LOATHE IT because I'm supposed to be a feminist jason (his name isn't jason btw). I wanna kiss him. my boyfriend (REAL).

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 as ...paper rings by taylor swift.

p1harmony. piwon. p1h. rapper. dancer. such a cutie I can't take it. he likes almonds. hwang intak. intakie. intak-attack. taki taki rumba. '03. he's soooo... BEIDJEDKWNDKED. I can't think straight when I see the guy. I love him. korean. his music taste is bangin'. I can't handle short-haired intak lord haveth mercy. okay okay, but fr this time, he's my boyfriend.

❪ more might be added... ❫

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diodellet · 1 year

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uso pa ba ang harana? (jamil viper x gn!reader)

translation: is serenading still in style? me to jamil: oh ur a dancer? WEH DI NGA... DANCE AROUND THIS!!! *throws out long-distance pining and crippling shyness* content warnings: light desc of bleeding and finger injuries ++otherwise, enjoy some yearning and mild romantic tension, this work is mildly unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. word count: 841 words

“You won’t form calluses if you just force yourself to practice.”

“I know! But—ow!” You can feel tears spring to your eyes at the sensation of the tape being pulled off. Risking a glance, you see spots of red gathering on the tip of your left index finger.

“No buts.” His hold on your wrist tightens, keeping you from flinching away.

You grumble, “...you said you were going to be gentle.”

“I am. Stop being a baby.” Jamil continues to peel off the masking tape you wrapped around your fingertips. His words are admonishing, but for the most part, he seems to be taking care not to further aggravate the injury. “You could have avoided this altogether if you taped your fingers before you practiced.”

He’s not looking at you, focused on peeling away the tape that covered your right hand’s index finger. That one was hurting the most, so of course, it had the most tape wrapped around it.

You sigh, bracing for the incoming pain. “I just want it to be perfect, if not perfect then…at least—” The tape comes off. “—ugh, that one looks horrible.”

At least, Cater had the foresight to help you replace the guitar’s strings before you started practicing. No risks of tetanus here! (Or at least, you hoped so.)

“It doesn’t seem infected at least,” Jamil observes before instructing you to wash off the blood at the infirmary’s sink area. After returning to him, you let him treat the wounds properly.

You try not to think about how your hand was about to start sweating. Or how you can barely feel the sting of the antiseptic, the light dab of the cotton over the wound.

(Because as much as he was cutting with his words, Jamil Viper’s actions betrayed his hidden gentle side.)

“You were saying about ‘wanting it to be perfect’?”

“Not perfect,” you correct him, “It should at least be on beat and in tune with no slipup of the lyrics.”

“So basically, perfect,” he concludes.

“...I guess, yeah.” Your resigned response pulls a quiet, amused laugh from him.

(Who wouldn’t want to sing perfectly when serenading someone? How else would your feelings reach them, if not through a perfect performance?)

“You do know that the Pop Music Club doesn’t really perform, right?”

You knew, but you needed to borrow a guitar from some place. “It’s not—I’m not going to be performing with them, I just…”

“You just…?”

“...I have something I want to…tell someone…through a song…” You shrug, shoulders helplessly rising with the motion. “And I just, really want this song to be good for hi—for them.”

The expression of fond exasperation disappears from Jamil. “Ah, I see.” Replaced with the usual mask of indifference he wore. It does little to hide his soured mood. He continues treating your other hand in silence.

Does he think that you were talking about someone else? No, you misspoke—

The words feel like lead in your throat, refusing to come out. Or if they did, they’d tumble messily along with your heart and the other feelings you’ve tried (and failed) to keep under wraps.

“There, done.”

“Thank you.” His handiwork is neat, without any protrusions from the band-aids. But completed with the cold efficiency that he did everything else.

You might as well rip off the metaphorical band-aid while you were at it.

“Would you… I mean—after my fingers've healed up… and whenever you’re not too busy…would you be willing to listen to the song…?”

He pieces everything together, much too quickly for your liking. But you can't look away from his expression, because your bandaged hand was still resting on his palm. (And more than that, you needed to know even if he was going to say no, because what would be the point of you practicing the damn song in the first place?)

Instead Jamil’s eyes light up with mirth, his lips curving into a smirk. The kind of expression he makes when there’s no one around to watch him.

(But you know of it, because you spend too much time looking at him.)

And to have it directed at you—it does terrible, terrible things to your heart.

“What if I asked you to give me a short demonstration right now?” Jamil asks, the smile growing on his face. Bright, contagious excitement barely restrained in his irises. His fingers are enclosed around your wrist again, you can’t escape.

He’s so close. Your gaze quickly turns away to your other bandaged hand as you weakly stammer a response, “But…what about my hands?” Your cheeks feel warm, too warm.

(Because a part of you knows very well that you would fold, if it was for him.)

Laughter freely spills from him. This sight—this moment, coupled with the golden light of the afternoon sun filtering through the infirmary’s windows, you’re completely entranced by it.

“I was kidding, I can wait,” Jamil reassures you. His features soften into a rare smile. “I’m rooting for you.”

A/N: i'll leave the actual song up to yalls imagination (or not, click link if u dare). i gotta confess that the moment i saw jamil i--🥴wanted to serenade him🥴 IT IZ EMBARRASSING BUT HUHU THE FEELING PERSISTS.... EVEN UNTIL NOW.... i got sidetracked from my current wip (HMM sino kaya may kasalanan dyan HMMMMM 🐍) and ive still got one more jamil wip in the works and im tryna muster the courage to finish it. these next uploads might be on the shorter end, but yee i hope you enjoyed reading this. dont be afraid to rb and holler in the tags ahaha💕💕 tagging my fellow simps😇😇: @merotwst @mochimiyaas

#dellet-writings #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #g/n reader

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joanquill · 1 year

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Midnight + "...I am going to die."

number: 11, 27 character:sebastian relationship: romantic type: angst hurt

Sebastian Moran

A/N: Sorry for the long inactivity and late happy holidays and new year! I had family and personal stuff going on over the holidays :')

Waning/s: Death, Profanity

Tag/s: Angst, Hurt

"He's late... again..." you grumbled, sitting back on the bench.

The streets were quiet tonight. A few carriages pass by with a handful of people late-night shopping, hoping for stores open at this hour.

You smiled as you continued watching, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere with your legs swinging from the bench.

"Well, it's not like I have anything better to do..." you sighed as you leaned on the bench, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

As you continued waiting for Sebastian, you saw three men huddled together by an alleyway.

You raised a brow as you kept your eyes on the crowd, seeing them whispering to each other as they kept looking at you.

You gulped as you calmly stood up, making your way to a more crowded area.

Most shops were closed, and only a few people were left in the streets.

As you continued to roam around, you saw the men from before now following you behind as the streets became more abandoned.

'...I am going to die tonight...'

"We're home..." Fred muttered as he and Bonde walked inside the manor.

"Ugh, so tired...!" Bonde groaned as he flopped on the couch, letting out a long sigh.

"Good work," Louis greeted the men as he lifted Bonde's feet and placed them on the floor.

Bonde let out a sheepish smile as he sat up while Fred sat beside him, ready to call it a day.

"Where's Moran?" Louis asked as he looked around.

"He said he was going to a bar," Bonde casually answered as he stretched his back.

Louis sighed, already used to the man's late-night endeavors.

"Of course he is..."

"Achoo!" Moran shivered as he ran through the streets, sniffing his nose as he made his way to your meeting place.

He rushed through the streets, running to your meeting place.

"(Y/N)! I'm sorry it took so long. We were-" he stopped mid-way as he saw you were nowhere around.

"(Y/N)?" he called out again, looking around for you.

As he continued to look around, he saw a group of men walking out of the alley, a familiar purse in one's hand as they siled to themselves.

His heart dropped as he rushed to the alley, seeing you on the ground, bleeding out.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted, rushing to your side, seeing a gun beside you as your stomach continued to bleed.

"(Y/N), come on... Stay with me...!" Sebastian muttered as he tried to stop the bleeding, lifting your torso.

"The hospital should be nearby... We-we can-..." he stopped as he saw your head fall back, no sign of life left in you.

"(Y/N)... (Y/N), not like this...!" Sebastian called out, lifting your cheek as he saw your void eyes, his tears landing on your pale face.

"Please..." he begged, hugging you tightly, "...Don't leave me... Not you..." he muttered against your neck but heard no reply.

The alleyway echoed Sebastian's screams as the clock tower stroke twelve, bells ringing along as Sebastian continued to scream.

As he slowly calmed down, his eyes drifted to the gun beside you.

His eyes hardened as he grabbed the gun, loading it.

"I'll be back..." he whispered to your ear as he gently set you down.

The next day, three bodies were found covered with gunshots.

"What do you think, Sherlock?" Lestrade asked the consulting detective, who only sighed.

"Whoever it was, they wanted to make their deaths as slow and agonizing as possible,"

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #halloween #sebastian moran x reader #ynm sebastian #sebastian moran #jq halloween event

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blossom-hwa · 1 year

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[ rain or shine ] “I didn’t know you were this much of a sap,” you yell, watching Beomgyu prance around in the falling rain. “It’s not romantic, you’re just going to get sick.”

He beams at you, soaked to the bone, yet still looking like the sun personified. “It’s fun!” he says, running up to where you’re still hidden under the apartment awning. “Come on, dance with me.”

You poke his forehead. “Beomgyu, I can’t afford to get sick tomorrow, not when I have a presentation to do where none of my groupmates did their part.”

“I’ll let you have the shower first,” he says earnestly. “Promise.”

“Then you’ll get sick.”

“I’m built different.” Beomgyu flexes his arm. It somehow still looks impressive, even under his soaked shirt. “Come on, Y/N. Live a little. Just for a few minutes!”

You gaze into shining eyes that not even a rainstorm could dim, a smile beginning to form on your lips. “Fine.”

Beomgyu beams, then takes your hand, wet fingers sliding between yours, and pulls you into the rain.

“Oh my God—it’s so cold!” you yell, half-laughing, half-shivering. “Beomgyu—hey, get back here, don’t run away from me when you’re the one who brought me out in the first place—”

Rain soaks your shoes, your clothes, slides down your face in rivulets that mix with your tears of laughter as Beomgyu spins you around under the downpour, feet splashing in puddles on the street. In the back of your mind, you know you’re going to have to wash all your clothes and shoes and that it’ll be a pain in the ass, but then Beomgyu laughs again and your mind latches onto the sound, an unexpected warmth that feels like the sun even on such a cold, rainy day.

Beomgyu is warm, still warm, always warm even when the surface of his skin is cold and wet with dripping rain. You love him for it, love the glow of his smile brings out your own, love his crinkling eyes when he starts shouting again, whirling you around in the splashing puddles. Vaguely, you register heads poking out of windows, searching for the source of noise, but you’re laughing too hard to care as you drag him, this time, into the middle of the empty street, spinning in a fleeting dance that only you two will ever know.

It ends in the middle of the street, arms wrapped around each other as you rest your head against Beomgyu’s still-warm body. The laughter from before has died away but memories linger in the slow curve of your lips as you close your eyes, pressing a soft kiss to Beomgyu’s neck. Even he doesn’t say anything, just lets out a small sigh as he settles more firmly into your hold, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“We should go inside,” you finally mumble, voice barely audible above the pouring rain. “It’s getting colder. We’ll both get sick.”

“Mm, I’m built different.” You can feel his smile spreading against your skin. “Just a little longer?”

“I have a presentation,” you remind him.

“Right. Ugh.” He blows a little raspberry into your shoulder, making you yelp. “Hey!”

“All right, all right, don’t hit me!” Beomgyu pulls away, eyes crinkled with laughter again. “Kiss me once more before we go?”

Beomgyu’s lips are cold, but the longer you stay pressed to them, the warmer they feel, the glow of his heart flooding his rain-soaked body and seeping into yours. You pull him closer, closer as the rain continues to pour, knowing that as long as Beomgyu is near, you’ll never feel cold.

(“If you get sick tomorrow, I called it,” you say after Beomgyu has gotten out of the shower.

“If you don’t get sick tomorrow, it’s because your loving boyfriend let you take the shower first,” he snips back, toweling his hair.

You turn around. “Oh my God—Beomgyu, put on a shirt, you’re going to get sick I swear—”

“I’m just recreating what happened when we first met! You’re supposed to say you love my hot body now—”

“That hot body’s about to be cold if you don’t put on a fucking shirt!”

“Honestly, I thought you were going to say something like I’ll cut you open and let you bleed out until your body’s cold.”

“Do you want me to try it?”)

Reblog to hit Beomgyu and then give him a kiss because he’s a shit

I’ll love you, darling >> rain or shine >> forever, and always

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padfoot-n-moony · 2 years

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To my best friend, I'll love you forever - Yelena Belova x fem!reader

a/n: I feel like there's not enough platonic Y/N fanfictions. I was kind of thinking about this the other day. I know this is going to turn into a rant but on the rare occasion we do get to see Y/N's friendships and their relationships with their friends are in a fic where it's about romantic attraction. If you come across and MCU, HP, or THG fics that are platonic LMK!! I need this rn.

warnings: cuts, bruises, bandaging, bleeding, and mild injuries :)

enjoy 💞

You stepped inside the familiar hall, greeted by familiar smells.

"God, I missed this place," you mumbled, arm aching from carrying your duffel bag and Yelena's, due to her injury.

"Me too," agreed Yelena. "C'mon I can tell your arms are aching. Let's get to the apartment."

"Mkay," you said, hurrying over to the door to your apartment.

You sighed. "Ugh, goddamnit. I don't have the keys on me. One second."

"No, I got you," said Yelena, putting a hand in one of her vest pockets and pulling out a key. You could tell that she was trying not to groan in pain. She took the key and jammed it into the lock and twisted it. The door swung open.

"Thank you, Lena," you said, practically throwing your bags into the apartment to help Yelena safely make it to a chair.

"You're in so much pain," you whispered.

"Oh yeah."

You slowly and carefully lowered Yelena onto the couch and then left to go shut the apartment door.

"If you help me to the bathroom," said Yelena, making an attempt to stand up. "I can bathe myself."

"Yes, ma'am," you said, helping her up and guiding her to the bathroom. "You have everything?"

"Yep," said Yelena. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you replied, your heart warming. "If you need any assistance, just holler. I'll make some boxed mac 'n cheese for when you get out."

"You're the best," said Yelena, grinning as she shut the door.

"Wow, Lena, what'd you do to yourself?" you asked, helping her clean and bandage her cuts.

"I didn't do it on purpose," grumbled Yelena, looking at the gash on her arm that you were referring to. Yelena looked longingly at the empty pot of mac 'n cheese. "Are you sure you're qualified for this?"

"Let's make a deal, okay? We'll say I'm qualified and I'll make you more mac 'n cheese," you said, laughing slightly.

Yelena laughed. "Deal."

#mcu #marvel #y/n y/l/n #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #platonic #friendship

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evanox · 2 years

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Day 3: Starsworn (+ modern au?)

I decided I'm using LegacyTober to try and resurrect abandoned drafts. This one has been here for months. After I wrote the Sage x Rime post, I wanted to try my hand at what the dynamic would look like between the other Starsworn. (Can be read as platonic or romantic, up to you!) Won't be doing taglist bc I don't want people to feel like I'm shoving my crack ships down their throats jhgjh

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Felix x Anisa

I was crying over a scratch on my knee. No one could come to my aid, for you see, I was quite the rebellious child⁠—still am, but that's neither here nor there⁠—and thought it was a good idea to sneak out to the playground all by myself. A tumble from the slide made me regret that decision very quickly, at least at the time.

Then you came along, like an angel descended from the heavens, and washed away the blood with water from your pink Hello Kitty bottle. You gently pressed a folded tissue to the scratch until the bleeding ceased, then hugged me until I stopped crying. Not once did you complain about all the tears and snot I must've gotten all over your shoulder.

Papa had already found me by then, and all was well, but you still insisted on splitting your chocolate bar with me. You said it was your favorite.

I looked to you every day since then like the sunflowers look to the sun, and you always shone just as brightly. I bet you still do. I never found the confidence to tell you, and we've already parted ways, and I wonder when or if I'll ever see you again, but you'll always be my first love. I cherish every cheesy line of poetry I wrote about your big smile and emerald eyes on the back of my notebook.

I also remain grateful for the friendship we've had. I find myself wondering from time to time what you might be up to now. I've always had a feeling you're meant for greatness.

I still remember what brand your favorite chocolate bar was.

Anisa x Sage

I was really hoping my last years of high school would go smoothly. I had a vision, you know. Terrible distractions, you and Felix⁠—you more so than him. I say that with the fondest smile on my face, not that either of you needs to know.

Those would've been some terribly dull years had it not been for you two.

You, however... I hate how often your shitty pick-up lines made me feel like the most special girl in the world. I know you said them to anything with a beating heart. Honestly, the only reason you got away with any of it was your stupid, charming smile.

Everyone said we'd look really hot together at prom (ugh, as if!), but I never paid them much mind. I much preferred being your competition for the hearts of the cheerleaders. Of course, that didn't stop you from saying I'd look "smokin' hot" in red. I told you you had no authority on what's fashionable. I avoided you at the party because I didn't want to see your smug smirk when I did come in red.

Looking back, I find it all very funny, endearing even. I was so fussy, wasn't I? I'm lucky you have a ridiculously big heart (I can already imagine what face you'd make if anyone told you that, but it is true) and knew how to have fun.

Another thing I'll never tell you: you looked very good at the reunion. Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if we actually went for it, you and I.

Sage x Felix

Ill-mannered, loud, vulgar, the list goes on and on... I've once looked down upon your antics with disdain. I am now more grateful than ever for the absolute riot you are.

I don't understand why I was so worried about inviting you over to play that one time. How else would I have gotten some of the most priceless, horrified faces out of my father? Since then, you have always been—and will always be—welcome to dinner at our place. Truth be told, I do not know how I could weather another family reunion without you.

(I'd tell you papa enjoys your company immensely too, but I fear what you would do with that information.)

If my father did not rush to judge you so harshly, he would've known what a great friend you are too. (If he thinks you're the reason I am so "rebellious," then that old man doesn't know me as well he claims he does). I know it's hard for you to sit still and listen to what I'm saying, and maybe half my words go through one ear and out the other but you still try⁠—if the concentrated furrow between your brows is anything to go by⁠—and that means the world to me.

I can't say I'm too certain about how I feel about you. At least, I was certain at some point: you're the greatest friend I could ask for. Then there are times when you look at me in that way, and I can't tell if you're only teasing. You probably are, but hells, I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me feel something.

I doubt it matters much how I feel. For one as perceptive as you are, you sure wouldn't know a hint if it slapped you in the face. I suppose that's part of your charm.

#last legacy #fictif #fictif last legacy #legacytober #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath #anisa anka #felix escellun #last legacy anisa #last legacy sage #last legacy felix

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Gurl I’m bleeding out on the ground rn after the 478 intermission RIP my heart hurts for jungkook but at the same time it’s kind of what he deserves?! Like whyyyy did he do such a stupid thing !! Was it worth it jungkook !!! Was this the outcome you were hoping for huh!!!

And the worst and most frustrating part is that he doesn’t even remotely love Sora romantically or even want their relationship back so he basically threw away a precious relationship with oc for something so insignificant and almost trivial in comparison to his relationship with oc. A relationship that would have most likely worked out if he hadn’t done that!!

It almosttttt would’ve been better if he did the dumb thing because he deep down still loved sora romantically and knew his relationship with oc was never going to last, cause then there would’ve been a reason at least, no matter how heartbreaking that reason was. But no!! If he had exerted enough brainpower for like 2 seconds he would’ve realized that the dumb anniversary thing was in no way shape or form more important than his actual MARRIAGE and future with the woman he loves. And now he’ll live every single day burdened with the dumb stupid feeling of regret, asking himself why he did that when there was legitimately no good reason for him to hold on to his past relationship anymore. Seriously. How you gonna be a husband and not realize this is completely abnormal behaviour for someone in a committed relationship let alone a whole husband…!!! I need a drink jfc!!!!

UGH MEN ARE SO !!! I’m for real riled up as if this drama is happening in real life 😂😂 this is what your writing is doing to me!!!

P. S love u hope you’re having a good day !! 👻

ALL REAAAAAAAL i mean to put it into jungkook’s perspective, everything that happened in this intermission is what he exactly asked for!!! why’s he hurt 🤨🤨 ur right again . if 478jk just exerted atleast two more seconds of brainpower, him and oc wouldn’t have turned out into this!! thank u for being absorbed in my writing i love u i hope u have a great week!!

#answered #478 feed #love mail

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hi, congrats for your achievement, I’m sure your blog will continue to grow ! may I join your event please ? if yes, I’d like Ushijima with trope 5, exposition/climax at 28 and the first ending please ! take your time and have a lovely day ! 💕

a/n: agh sorry for the delay! apparently, writing a bittersweet ending is heckkkkk difficult. i had to plot and replot many times (honestly idk if this is good enough ugh be the judge!) byt anyways thank you so much!! i hope you this enjoy this!

• ushijima wakatoshi ; medical au

• "I will stab you with more than just this needle, if you keep being difficult!"

• bittersweet

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"excuse me, doctor. we need an extra hand in room 305." a nurse clutching a clipboard excuses herself in the conversation between you and a colleague.

you are not quite used to the new title attached to your name but it also feels good to be called as such. you worked hard to obtain this degree, staying up all night, and barely getting enough rest to suffice you the next day. although there are numerous instances during your years in the medicine school that you would rather forget, there are a handful of memories that kept you going, and a huge part of them is played by a particular someone.

"i will stab you with more than just this needle, if you keep being difficult!" it takes more than a firm grip on his forearm to keep him in place.

it never crossed your mind, or perhaps you are mislead by his strong stature, that Ushijima Wakastoshi, a stoic unfeeling man is afraid of needles.

"that's your third needle." he states, eyeing the needle gauge in your hand, brows slightly pressed together.

"because you keep moving! i can't reuse needles once pulled out from your flesh."

"just hurry." his says under his breath at the same time he tears his eyes away.

he winces once he felt the long thin needle bury under his skin. you stifle a laugh whilst closely aiming the vein in your antecubital fossa to draw blood. you loosen the tourniquet and once the fluid flows to the tube connecting the needle, a smile grows on your face. after getting an enough blood to test, you pull the needle out before pressing a cotton ball on the wound to stop the bleeding.

"done!" you chirp, detaching the needle from the casing. ushijima shifts his eyes on your skillful fingers as he watches you transfer his blood to a test tube, thereafter giving it a shake. when you look at him, his face crumples in disgust hence you can't help but let out a heartful laugh.

"what's with that face?!" you roar.

"don't-" he sighs. "nevermind."

"don't what? put this near you?" you shove the test tube to his face making him jolt in surprise. "i can't believe you're afraid of needles and blood!" your jest never ends, albeit a small smile tugs his lips as he fondly watches you laugh.

ushijima or ushiwaka, a nickname you call him by, was there for you for more than half of your journey in medicine school. he often volunteers as your 'patient' when drawing blood even though he hates it (but never admits it) or your real life human dummy when studying anaphysiology.

however, in your final years in school and the exact moment you were certain that you have romantic feelings for him he left your humble town to pursue volleyball in Tokyo.

you remember turn event on that day clearly, as if it happened yesterdayㅡthe day you had to let him go.

it is the day he leaves Miyagi. as you watch him take his luggage off the bunker of his father's car, your heavy heart sinks in. don't get it wrong, you are happy and proud of him for taking a step closer to his childhood dream but this farewell leaves no guarantee. there's no certainty that you will be able to keep in touch with him. you both don't work well with distance. on top of that, your busy schedules.

with a dejected breatg and a glance to your direction, ushijima flashes a weak smile.

"this is it. take care, (y/n)." he says as he stands before you. he doesn't move an inch but his fiddling fingers sort of gives a clue that he wanted to do something he is rather unsure of.

when neither of you moved, ushijima slumps his shoulder, gives you a nod, then turns to walk away.

"wait." your whisper reaches his ear, as if he was waiting for you to speak. he turns around to look at you, eyes glimmering against his gloomy face.

it may be selfish to say these words to him now but you cannot let the moment slip. no doubt you will regret never saying this to him and the least you want in life to remorse over regrets.

"i like you." surprisingly, it was easy to say. your tongue rolls and shapes into syllables as the words rolls out fluidly. your confession tasting like honey and cream. but his face contorts into an expression that casts off a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

"(y/n)." he takes a step closer, hands hesitating whether to hold you or keep it at the side of his body. the corners of his eyes softens as he peers at you.

"i-it's fine. you don't have to say anything." a lump in your throat forms, tears threatening to crawl out of your lids. nonetheless, you keep a smile to save face.

"no, it's not the way you think." he swallows, brows pressed to the center. "i'm leaving."

you get it. you know it from the start. he's leaving and you both don't work well with distance. your confession is nothing but merely a state of fact. there's nothing to hope beyond this point.

ushijima inches the space between you two before he crunches down to your height. he cages you with his firm sturdy arms, and you are like ice cream melting in his warm embrace. for no clear reasons, you begin to sob into his chest. your hand clutching the material on his back as you pathetically attempt to stop yourself from crying.

"i'll be there in a sec." you nod at the nurse, pushing a pen inside the chest pocket of your white coat right next to your name.

you are now a doctor, a goal you had since you were a child, and ushijima became a professional volleyball player. both of you achieved the dream you both curated since you were seven, worked hard on it together, but achieved it separately.

how is he doing? you wonder to yourself as you make your way to the patient's room.

you rap quick knocks on room 305, pushing it open when you hear a subtle "come in" from the patient. right before you could see the patient in bed, you make an introduction.

"goodafternoon, i am doctor (y/n)(l/n). i will be assisting you with your concerns regarding your health."

your grin falls as colors drains from your face. your bottom lip parts as you are left to stare at the man sitting at edge of his bed.

"i see, you've become a doctor. i knew you'd make it." ushijima speaks, eyes holding yours with a tender look. a simple gesture that raced your heart. right then you were reminded,

what it feels to be alive.

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here4thetrama · 26 days

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Oh how cute! Thanks for the tag @procastinationneverends

I haven't partaken in this Tumblr "tag game" either, so a new experience for you and I both!

Last song I listened to: I've been listening to these couple of songs on loop

> bleeding heart by long sought rest

>this charming man by the smiths

>el hijo de Hernández by el cuarteto de nos

>Wrecking ball by mother mother

> counting change by dirty harry

(I could not for the life of me just say 1)

Currently watching: I bearly finished watching Lockwood & Co. with my sister and started rewatching Daredevil

Sweet/savoury/spicy: i like sour like in candies but in food mostly spicy but lean on the savoury side well who am I kidding I also like spicy candies but like what scale are we measuring this on? Okey I just read on that way to much

Relationship status: I am in a relationship of one person, so yeah, I don't accept romantic advances from anyone that would be cheating. im in a happy and monogamous relationship to myself (I might get a divorce if I don't get over some decisive problems)

Current obsession(s): ugh... steddie has me in a choke hold (I haven't even seen the show and probably won't) been big on outdoors gardening/ landscaping?

I feel that soon I will experience a sewing bender (trying to get my hands on a sewing machine)

Big pants

And coffee (I have a new coffee machine)

And I don't know if anyone would also be interested in playing this but I'll tag some of yall mutuals

@nenehyuuchiha @threefandomsinatrenchcoat @luna-is-old @bart-allens-boyfriends

#tag game

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syphabelnyades · 1 year

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Made in Abyss for fandom ask!

This ended up being really long so it's under the cut.

3 male characters I love:

Reg, Marulk, and Habo!

3 female characters I love:

Riko, Nanachi, and Vueko~

3 romantic ships I love:

(I see all the kids' romance ships as being purely innocent and wholesome. Kids just learning their first loves and all that. That stuff melts my heart.)

Riko/Reg - just. Ugh. Little kid puppy crushes and just figuring out that oh my gosh I like a girl/guy! is adorable. I love in the intro when Riko jumps into Reg's arms and blushes. It's just so wholesome and pure!

Riko/Prushka - There was definitely some budding feelings between them, especially on Prushka's end. It's another kiddy puppy crush that has that inkling of sadness because of Prushka's fate but also the bound romance of the White Whistle.

Nat/Marulk - Their interactions in Marulk's Daily Life were so sweet! It's apparent that Nat had a bit of a thing for Riko, so him seemingly moving on and then also having feelings for Marulk was sweet. I just wonder how Marulk got to Orth, though?

3 platonic dynamics I love:

Riko/Nanachi/Reg - Full team!! I love their interactions with one another! Everyone plays off of each other so well.

Lyza/Ozen - Oh god Lyza talking to Ozen and telling her that she wants Ozen to see off Riko to send the girl off to Lyza... That really got to me.

Vueko/Belaf - Though we didn't get to see too much of them, what Belaf told Vueko about her dark eyes holding beauty and whatnot was very sweet. Vueko is such a tragic character that never really caught a break, and I think someone seeing beauty in her after her lifetime of abuse was something that was finally a thing of comfort to her.

3 favorite moments in canon:

The elevator scene. Masterfully done. Absolutely horrifying. Using Forest of the Abyss over Crucifixion was an excellent choice in editing. And Mitty promising she'll be strong for Nanachi... aaaa.....

Riko getting hit by the 4th Layer's curse is gut-wrenching. The juxtaposition of her staying calm while Reg is sobbing and and freaking out is the best/worst part. This is a 12 year old who's bleeding out and poisoned and telling her meek, shy friend to break her arm and cut it off, and somehow she's keeping calm... until the pain sets in. God. Riko has balls of steel to even keep herself together for any amount of time in that situation.

The start of Dawn of the Deep Soul, with the team meeting the Umbra Hand in the Garden of Eternal Fortune, is such a haunting experience. Something about the whole garden going up in flames with the soundtrack playing is incredibly impactful. The actual track that plays, Encounter the Umbra Hands, has this amazing swell of violins (?) around the 55 second mark that, sadly, got drowned out in the movie, but listening to it on its own gives me chills.

3 favorite headcanons:

I know Irumyuui's babies are modeled after hermit rats, but I still like my interpretation that they're also very toylike in appearance and that they represent her playing House, sort of.

...honestly, I don't have headcanons for this series, just theories.

3 least favorite things about it:

begging the mangaka to please be normal and not a creep please please i love everything about this show except him being like that. it's fictional, yeah, but i still feel dirty.

I wish Riko had more to do in the climaxes of S1 and S2. She was very active during DotDS but basically S1 and S2's endings involve Reg crying and blowing up some poor abused anime child while Riko is passed out.

This is more of a game thing but I wish Binary Star was just... better. It's very clearly a licensed game adaptation and it's fun, but not $60 worth of fun. I got it on sale for $30 and I surpassed my $1 an hour threshold, but I still feel like I got cheated a little. There's a lot of clunkiness in the game that I think would've been better if it was an original property. There's this one quote by Sakurai about how licensed games are more concerned with feeling like the source material rather than being a good game, and I think that applies here. At the very least, I wish the Ido Front area was expanded and we got to find a really cool big relic or two as part of a storyline.

#ask game

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drfitzmonster · 6 years

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planning out my next tattoo which is going to be poisonous flowers (aka the murder garden)

#their names are so fucking romantic #wolf’s bane #bloodroot #larkspur #foxglove #belladonna #bleeding heart #ugh i love it so much

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elaineplayz · 3 years

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Feels Like I’m Cheating On You

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Pairing: Bakugou x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (Sorry, I can’t write an Angst without a Fluff, my heart couldn’t take it)

Warning: Slight KiriBaku (No, Kiri and Baku didn’t like each other here, they’re just bros here!), and Heartbroken Izuku (Not physically, but because that he realized that Y/N didn’t love him in a romantical way), Yelling, Cussing, no censor at the bad words, Couple Fight, Broke up, Suicidal attempts.

Word Count: 2102 Words

About Y/N

Name: Y/N Shinsou

Quirk: Time Manipulation, she could make thing grow older, or younger. It’s also working to living thing, human it’s not an exception so she could heal them, or herself. She also can fix broken thing. She also can make time go to yesterday, or tomorrow, but of course, she cant make people forget about what happened about today just because she reverse the time. She could time teleport, but she can do it just for 4 hours, if more than it, her nose and mouth will started to bleed, and she will feel a very painful dizziness.

Related to: Hitoshi Shinsou (Cousin from F/N’s twin), Todoroki Shoto (Cousin from M/N’s cousin, Rei) and All Might (Uncle from M/N)

Get into U.A. by: Recommendation

Childhood friend of Midoriya and Bakugou

Height: 5'7 (170 cm)

Hobby: Creating songs, play music. Yea, she get along with Jirou very well

Y/N’s POV

Huft, who knows that working at Sir Nighteye’s agency will be this tiring. Saving Eri… Poor girl, she have to be an experiment tool since her childhood. I want to tell Katsuki, Hitoshi or Shoto but we have to keep this secret…

“Shinsou-san!” Iida called me.

“Yes Iida-kun?”

“Can you give this to Aizawa-sensei? If the Class Rep can’t doing his job, of course the Class Deputy is going to do that right?”

I sighed. Who the hell voted me? I didn’t asked to be voted, why do they vote me? There’s Momo that more responsible, I want to hand this job to her, but I realized this will be good for be a leader experience.

I nodded than take the documents.

“Arigatou Shinsou-san!”

“Ah, Douita! Well, gotta go”

After I gave the document, I walked to my dorm, but…

“Y/N!!!” Mina hugged me; she’s shaking.

“Yes, Mina?”

“C-can you help me?” She asked

“About-?”

“I just spill Uraraka’s juice!”

“Uraraka’s? Oh shit, you’re really messed up” I replied, while she dragged me into Momo’s room. I saw Momo shaking, and I look at the juice bottle.

Oh, Momo didn’t know where to buy that juice isn’t she?

I touched the juice and the bottle, then the juice is getting inside the bottle, that are floating. After the juices get all in, the bottle is already on the table.

“Thank you, Y/N!” Momo bowed.

“Hey no problem! Quit that bowing shit!”

“I don’t know how to say thanks, so take this!” Momo started to create something. And when its done, she gave me an… ENERGY BAR? She’s really a ‘Class’s Mom’, I wonder why they didn’t chosen her.

“Thanks, Momo” I walked into my dorm room, take a bath, then I get down waiting for dinner.

“Y/N-Chan, what do you think Lunch Rush’s Chef will cook for us?” Asked Izuku

“I dunno, what I know is I’m hungry, and I just wanna eat” I replied

Izuku chuckled, I’m the only girl that he can talk with normally, cuz he always got all flustered with other girls.

*Bruk*

Kaminari accidentally dropped a mug full of hot tea at my lap.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yelled at Kaminari, seriously?

“I’M SORRY!” Kaminari apologized, while he’s trying to clean the mess.

“Huft, no need to clean this, I reverse this thing’s time” I started to see the mug is go to Kaminari’s hand, when the tea is get into the mug, and my baggy pants started to dry.

-After eating-

What a terrible day. I get into my room; I look at my messy room. Ugh, I’mma clean this room. After I cleaned the room, maybe it takes 15-30 Minutes to clean my mess. I was going to sat at my bed and then…

*Kreet*

Katsuki… I hope he wont make me mad, today is the worst, don’t make it even worser. I look at Katsuki, he look bruised here and there.

“Welcome back, How’s training?” I asked.

“Shitty”

“Oh my, you’re bruised here and there!” I started to take a med kit.

“Shut up” He glared.

“What-?”

“I SAID, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He yelled.

“I only commented! Let me heal y- “He stitched his hand from me.

“Don’t touch me”

I inhaled.

“I’M JUST WORRIED, OKAY? I’M JUST GOING TO HEAL YOU, WHY DID YOU ALWAYS TAKE IT WITH EGO?!” I yelled.

Katsuki glared daggers at me, his eyes widened, explosion started to form.

I’m really pissed and disappointed right now, because of that, tears started to rush down from my eyes.

“Get out, WE ARE OVER!”

Katsuki’s eyes started to look disappointed, why? I don’t know. “Did you just broke up with me?”

“Yea”

“Goodbye…” “Goodbye… Bakugou”

Bakugou stomped away from my room.

Bakugou’s POV

I started to make explosion using my hand, Y/N looked at me with a disappointed look, tears started to form at her eyes. My expression softened.

“Get out, WE ARE OVER!” She yelled.

My eyes widen, my expression hardened.

“Did you just broke up with me?”

“Yea”

“Goodbye…” “Goodbye… Bakugou”

My heart is broken into pieces, even maybe her quirk couldn’t fix it.

I stomped away from her room, little that she know, I started crying after I get out from her room.

I get into my room, there’s Pinky, Earphone, Soy-Face, Dunce-Face, and Shitty Hair.

“We heard you and Shinsou’s yells. So, you two broken up?” Dunce Face spoke up.

“You should’ve known that she has a bad day, she’s a lil grumpy today. Ofc some of us haven’t noticed, because it’s just a little. She couldn’t stop swearing or mumbling under her breath” Earphone added.

“But Bakugou, I’m sure you two will make up again” Soy face assured.

“I don’t think so- “Pinky mumbled. I choose to ignore it

“Bakubro, if you need a shoulder to cry, you have us!” Shitty Hair grinned with his stupid grin.

I walked to him and cries, and the rest of them started to hugging us.

But why it feels like I’m cheating on Y/N? I’m just hugging Shitty Hair; we even didn’t have any romantic relationship…

Izuku’s POV

Broke up? Kacchan and Y/N?

I don’t know I should be happy or sad…

I liked her since childhood…

Flashback

“Are you alright?” I asked to Kacchan.

“DEKUUU!” Kacchan’s face started to redden because of anger, and he explode my face, hopefully he didn’t draws any blood there.

“Kacchan! What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N ran to me and Kacchan. She used her quirk to heal me.

“Why did you even be friend with a quirkless useless loser like him?!” Kacchan replied.

“A quirkless people isn’t useless! God is create all of this, and all of them is not useless! His dream is to be a hero, but hero is not as simple as have a cool quirk and fight villains! Our parents is our hero, even if their job isn’t a hero! Even if our parents is a villain, they brought us here! To the world! Even if Izuku is just a Quirkless Useless Loser, I rather be friend with him than with a Quirky Mean Bully like you!” She defended me.

Flashback End

She also preventing me from suicide.

Flashback

Kacchan walked away with his gank, there’s only me and Y/N left in the classroom. I stared blankly to the window. I walked and thinking about Kacchan’s ‘advice’. I climbed to stand at the window, my feet is going to step forward but-

“IZUKU DON’T!” Y/N pulled me inside the classroom.

“Why do you care?” I asked.

“You’re my only bestfriend, Izu! If you committed suicide, you’ll leave me here! Don’t, don’t do it just because that Meanie Pomeranian said so!” She cried.

“Sorry” I hugged her.

Flashback End

When she said that I can be a hero to All Might

Flashback

“He can be a hero! C’mon Uncle! If you can, why he can’t?”

“Y/N- “All Might looked at Y/N. Wait, he knew Y/N’s name?

“It’s his dream since childhood you know?!”

Flashback End

Maybe I should visit her now-? Or tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow, she hated when someone came at her when she’s absolutely pissed, the only person she’d let to interacting with her is only Todoroki-kun and Shinsou-kun.

Y/N’s POV

After Bakugou left my room, I jumped to my bed then cried…

*Knock knock*

“Get in” I answered.

I saw Shoto and Hitoshi came in, Hitoshi hugged me.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to question how can I came here.” Hitoshi smiled, I hugged him back. I looked at Shoto, he’s only looked at his hand, then hugged me too.

Shoto’s POV

I heard Y/N and Bakugou argued, they never been like this before. And when I heard Y/N’s sobs, I call Shinsou, even if my room is next to her room, I still can’t make people feels better.

“Hello Shinsou?”

“Oh, it’s you, what happen to Y/N?” Shinsou asked.

“How did you know it’s about her?”

“C’mon, it’s obvious. You wouldn’t need me if it’s not ‘bout Y/N.” He chuckled.

“Bakugou and Y/N broke up, I heard her sobs”

“What!? That rude bastard… Since I first met him in front of your class, I already know that he’s the worst! And when I found out that he’s dating Y/N, I already have a bad feeling!” Shinsou started to cuss. Shinsou is very protective about Y/N, not mentioning that I’m protective either.

“Open the front dorm door” Shinsou said.

“Since when you already there?! Ok wait!” I’m surprised, he’s fast.

I walked too 1st Floor, there I saw Iida and Yaoyorozu looked at the door, looking suspicious.

“Oh Todoroki-kun! I’m glad you’re here! I’m kinda suspicious, someone knocked the door! It’s not normal for Aizawa-sensei too go to our dorm at night!” Iida explained.

“No need to be suspicious, it’s just Shinsou” I replied.

“Shinsou-kun? Oh… Yea I understand”

I opened the door, Shinsou stomped in, ignoring Iida and Yaoyorozu.

Next Day

Y/N’s POV

I use my U.A. Uniform, take my suitcase (Hero Suitcase, y’know, that one if we open the suitcase, there’s the hero costume), and I go to the first floor, waiting for Izuku, Kirishima, Uraraka and Tsu.

“Oi Shinsou!” Kirishima called.

“Yeah?”

“Take this” He gave me an energy bar.

“Woah thanks”

“No problem, we have no time to take breakfast after all” He grinned with a sharky tooth grin.

“Guys let’s go!” Uraraka run at us, followed by Izuku and Tsu.

We have a meeting with heroes, plus Aizawa-sensei, after that Izuku asked something to me.

“Umm… Y/N, I have something to say” Izuku’s face redden immediately.

“Okay, what it’s about?” I asked, confused.

“I heard, you and Kacchan broke up yesterday, I’m sorry! I just wanna tell you that I already have feelings for you since childhood! Please date me! I know, it’s like I’m using the situation, but when I wanna confess to you, Kacchan and you already dating! I know you didn’t like me in that way, but please give me a chance!” Izuku’s face being as red as Kirishima’s hair.

I don’t know what makes me give him a chance…

“Okay Izu, I gave you the chance” I answered.

“Really? Thank you!” Izuku hugged me.

but I didn’t know that Kirishima is watching us.

Izuku grab my hand and walked home, I mean to the dorms.

But when he grab my hand its feels like I’m cheating on Bakugou

Everytime Izuku and I talk, my mind is always thinking about Bakugou… Yea I know… I’m still in love with him but I cant handle his anger anymore, I’m DONE. After saving Eri and U.A. School Festival, I write a song script, and then I take my guitar and stated to sing.

“It started with a kiss

On our dorm’s couch

2012 was nothing serious

And then we caught the feels

It got really real

Too good to be true

I guess I thought you was, yeah”

I sighed, then continued

“Why did I run away, run away, run away?

Oh, your love was everything, everything, everything

I know it's gettin' late, gettin' late, gettin' late

But can I still be on my way, on my way? Yeah~?”

I sobbed

“I know I said, ‘Goodbye’, and, baby, you said it too…

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you

I thought that I'd be better when I found someone new

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you”

Katsuki, do you feel this too?

“Baby, now, oh, cheating on you

Baby, now

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you”

I stopped, because Izuku opened my door.

“Y/N… you know, I already think about this…” Izuku’s voice sounded sad.

“About?”

“I realized that you still loved Kacchan, and Kacchan is always glanced at you, but not with a hateful expression, but missing someone expression.” Izuku started.

“So, I think we should broke up, I didn’t want to hurt myself more seeing this. I’ll try move on and make you two together” He grinned, but his eyes is not smiling.

“I’m sorry Izuku, I’m sorry for trying to use you as tool to get over my love for Bakugou!” I cried.

“It’s okay Y/N-san, love can’t be forced”

“So, you’re still in love with me huh?” I heard a familiar voice, I looked at the door.

“B-Bakugou?”

“Dumbass” He muttered, than hugged me.

“I’m also still in love with you”

“B-“

“Katsuki, now, we’re dating again, right?”

I nodded. I forgot that Izuku is still here, watching me and Katsuki with a heartbroken look.

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Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Notes:

This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.

I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'

Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!

Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.

But if she were to remember something, one day.

She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.

She may remember, that someone else was there.

She may remember you.

Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?

Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.

I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"

Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.

When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"

"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"

"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"

"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."

"Anywhere I like, thanks."

Oh... oh. Gross?

He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"

"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."

"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "

"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."

Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"

"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."

Moron.

Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.

Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.

So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.

Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.

There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"

"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.

Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.

Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.

Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.

He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.

And then everything stops.

Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.

There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.

But... her eyes are open.

For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?

But then I come to my senses...

And freak. The fuck. O u t.

"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.

And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"

Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"

His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"

Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."

I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.

But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.

"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.

He's going to haunt me.

"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"

The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.

I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.

And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.

Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"

"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"

"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"

"Whatever... "

Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"

"Under the bed."

"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??

I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.

But my voice wobbles.

"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.

You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.

Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...

Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.

I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.

God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.

"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.

And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.

"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"

"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.

Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"

He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"

What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.

I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.

Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.

But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.

This is a nightmare of a situation.

I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"

"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.

When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.

She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"

Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "

"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.

A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.

Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."

She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.

Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.

Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.

But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?

"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."

After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"

Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."

"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."

What am I going to do?

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