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neowinestainedress · 1 year

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hiii i'm back hehehe glad it made your day cuz you deserve it since you made my day too!! 🥰

my next goals are 1) a happy fic and 2) a short fic. this made me tear up, i’m so happy you can see how much i love writing and i hope the same.

OH NOOO i forgot to write this when i wrote so long previously but hldbdldjd I REALLY ENJOYED LONG FIC SO YEAA I'M ALWAYS EXCITED WHEN I SEE WC MORE THAN 10K, pleaseee i live for it!!! but yeaa its your goals who am i to stop you, just wanna say the wc doesnt actually bother me as a reader cuz i love it. and for the emotions i dont really mind cuz i love a good fic with a lot of emotions! So as long as youre happy and satisfied with your writing thats the best a reader like me could get 🧡

it’s not a want it’s a NEED at this point (also it got nothing to do with the story but lately he’s feeding my delusion a bit too much so yeah). i might’ve written the man of my dreams in this fic… just maybe. no but it’s true that we don’t know him truly but it’s already a blessing to living at the same time. i think i came up with a good compromise between real him and obviously made up character, idk how to explain but the mix between the hopeless romantic – or loser (affectionative) – and the tease is just so haechan.

YES YES OMG I GOT IT AND I'M ALSO GLAD YOU GOT WHAT I MEAN like yesss we didnt know him much cuz lets admit it even how much we think we know a little bit of donghyuck by how the media show him, still we couldnt see it as whole and you really wrote a mix of haechan + hyuck characteristics so well. HE IS FEEDING US WITH THE DELUSIONAL WITH THE AMOUNT OF IGLIVE HE DID AND HIS BUBBLE SELCA CUZ YESS HE BE SENDING DIFFERENT VIBE OF SELCA ON IG AND BUBBLE AND IDK IF I LOVE HIM OR HATE HIM FOR THAT BUT YES WHATEVER AS LONG AS ITS LEE HAECHAN (we are down bad atp) and i could say that ever since i stan him, it's a little hard for me to read other members' fics cuz yes i could picture the scenes on my mind but i couldnt really get the feels and its probably because i didnt really catch up with others characteristics as well (or maybe cuz it's clear who do we picture the ml is)

i was unsure about her backstory for so long, because initially she wasn’t supposed to have one (not this heavy at least) but then it came to me out of nowhere and i felt it was more fitting of a reasoning for the way she behaved (especially her obsession with rules) than some tough break-ups.

tbh, I cried when its near the time fl said about her trauma cuz yea i lost someone i love too before so i definitely understand why she's doing that and i appreciate that you really think a lot into it and settle down with this because yes its more natural and convincing for her behaviour to be like that and since you've decided to how to do with haechan's. love your brain and ideas 🥺🥺

i literally wrote about a man that will never exist in real life, how do i bring him to life??

honestly there's no way for it and WE CRY TOGETHER. Like yea maybe there is, but they're probably other people soulmates naurrrr this sounds so depressing but yea not that im someone who want a real love irl too 😭😭 (nah tbh im still clueless of myself, idk if it's just me being so into haechan that i could never see other men or notㅡ but i used to have a crush few months back and i decided to confess to him so that i can move on so i think i really have issue on this but yea lets move on)

it’s a mix of mark barely being with his head on earth (they way he always tries to set mc up with anybody every time they go out when she’s sulking because she wants Haechan sends me) and mc and haechan being good at keeping it a secret (always in a corner, touches under the table, going to a place they know none of their friends will ever go)

yeaaa thats what i have on my mind too, idk for some reasons Mark really nailed this kind of characters cuz yess i could see him as the damn good looking attractive man but thw cute side of him is just hldbffjflf he is cute being clueless like that and can be frustrating too. just wanna confirm it so i can maybe sleep well after knowing how it really goes and thanks too for reassuring me that the fl and haechan really get the happy ending even after the story ends hldhfldjdld (that actually reminds me of how i always wonder of one of my questions in mind about if the characters in the story really end like you know they really disappear from the 'world' right after we reach the ending/last page of the book. the same thing as the 'and they live happily ever after' like do they still living after the story until they die or what. okay enoughㅡ)

i guess the long one? did you want haechan and the mc to get back together but at the same time you wanted to slap him for what he did?

that should be me i think HAHAHA my memory sometimes betrayed me but i do note that i have this one thing being so into detail writing til i wrote such a long essay 😆😆 yeaaa i really feel i need to give you the feedback altho i was late and taking this as the chance i could finally write to you last time.

i know it’s all fictional and those characters don’t exist but i wouldn’t have made it end that way if i didn’t know he could be a better man and keep on growing up, so you can sleep at night knowing they’re all happy.

I live to dream about fictional character to keep going. I feel like I could only love fictional character so thank you very much for writing this kind of stories, i mean you know not all characters need to be perfectly perfect from the start til the end (ALTHO HITS DIFFERENT IS!!! AND WE CHEER FOR IT) but some stories of course need characters where they are growing to be the better of themselves cuz we human is supposed to do that too.

last year i had a really bad burn out and i still have no idea how i managed to write the stories i had planned back then (and in fact i didn’t write two of one series) so i decided to don’t start anything because then i get mad at me.like i use writing as escapism and when i start a story and can’t give it an ending it reflects on me more than it should, so i’ve promised myself to don’t put too much on the plate.

awhh let me give you a hug!! 🥺🥺 nevertheless you still did well and you did thought of writing it, so the thought is what matter and we discuss it here too and i get what you really wanna write but you know sometimes even if we want to write it that way but if we feel it wont turn out like we wanted, might as well just write it short and keep it like that for the better. Cuz i do love it when writer wrote details for filler but if the filler doesnt bring the reader to somewhere it'll make it boring too. Saying this from writer side of me tho now i put a pause and resort to just being a reader for the time being. (i kinda slow-down since 2020 due personal reason and i feel like i need to do something else, tho i do hope i gain my love back for writing like i used to. maybe its a good things too like i just read now and see how writer structure their ideas and plots so yea 😊)

i’m also happy you understood the characters development because some comments drove me insane and made me doubt everything. i simply thing this ending was a clear cut, you either liked jeno or haechan and it’s obviously if she didn’t end up with who you were rooting for, you would’ve ended up disappointed. but to me this story was so much more than #teamjeno or #teamhaechan so i’m happy with my characters anyway (even tho sour!haechan you will never be like hits different!haechan)

I'm always in for a developing character in a story mostly because i'm also learning how to write again too so thanks to you too!! and yess i do read some of the feedbacks and just sigh, tho of course we know not all readers has the same preferences and all, they can be disappointed or happy, we could never know it. and as a someone who is happy with the ending, all i can say maybe if they give extra and careful look at some small details or think from other perspectives they could get what the story you tried to write. I mean of course we can't force everyone to love all of our stories, but yeaa dont worry i get what you mean and that series is really good altho yes sour!haechan could never be hitsdifferent!haechan!!

no don’t feel bad at all, i’m the chilliest person and i just love discussing about my stories but i don’t get mad when it takes more time to reply, i’m a late replier too so i can’t get mad at others.

going to expose my sign/mbti side again (before i stop my reply here for now) but yes as an infj (and pisces moon) i couldn't help feeling that way like i know you're chill with it and im someone who usually reply late to others type too, i know it's just me who think that way but yea i can't help what other people think of my action. and i feel the need to shower you with so much appreciation and love so yes i just did that hehe 💗💗💗💗 and i love you back!!! 🌻🌻

hiii! no yeah i got what you meant dw. I love writing a lot but sometimes it would be good for me to keep it shorter (around 20k it’s perfect) but I’m glad a lot of you read my things even when they are so long, it means the world to me

His selfies lately are a menace I HATE HIM HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING unfortunately I’m down bad for other members too so I can read other fics (not that rn I have a lot of time to do that tbh) but yeah, he *pun coming* hits different.

sometimes I feel like I put too much but building a lot around characters also helps me writing more easily, if I can vividly see the characters I can write them better.

my faith in men is honestly under ground so my hopes of finding a decent man are super low but I’ve got women so I’m fine (I say when my last two women crushes broke my heart)

mark’s cluelessly is my favorite part about him. I do the same, it sadden me so much to know I will never read about characters ever again, like all I have about them is what’s written in their stories and then ??? what comes after??? What will they do??? It happens with ff, books, movies, I wish some stories would never end

I mean you’re talking to someone that’s not able to keep anything short so I can’t tell you anything about the long comments hahah also I love these types of long feedback so they’re fine by me

No exactly like it’s fiction, nothing of this exists and I think people should be allowed to love CHARACTERS (made up, not real, ink on paper) even if they’re problematic or not perfect in every single way. Also extremely perfect characters are boring so… give me characters with flaws and depths and growth

no yeah absolutely, with the jeno part I would have something to say for sure because there are some dynamics to explore but idk I’ll see if I ever feel like it. Also I agree because sometimes I get asked for sequels but there’s really nothing to say so I’m glad people would like to read more but I don’t think they get (if they never wrote) that plot and dynamics don’t come out of nowhere, also not everything needs a sequel. reading always helps to write so I really hope it brings your passion back, even if you have to take small steps, if it made you feel good I hope you can start again.

THIS!!! and exactly not everyone can have the same preferences and that’s normal I only was sad for a few feedbacks because I genuinely couldn’t get their point (and it was about the fl not even about jeno or haechan) but at the end of the day I don’t go crazy over any of this, I’m here to talk about anything, positive and negative as long as people are polite, so if anyone wants to say why they didn’t like something I can offer my point of view as the writer, then I’m not a professional and I don’t get paid for this and I think people here tend to forget this too often (but not only for me, for every writer on this site) we don’t owe reader anything and even if I want to write something problematic all you have to do is skip it.

INFX GANG LET’S GO I’m infp and pisces sun and I don’t usually like stereotypes but I perfectly fit into these lol. No I worry too much about what people think of my actions too but I also want people to know I’ll never judge them for anything, especially something so silly as a late reply. Thank you again for this talk, love you!!! 🌻

#answered #hwaneymintea

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kanmom51 · 3 years

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Jungkook has been literally screaming about his love for Jimin since the past four years and yet no one listens. Now, after Jimin's reciprocation/confession, to even think that there is nothing between them is equal to being as blind and emotionless as a bat! Excuse my language but seriously what the hell is happening with this world! Anyone who still can't see their love doesn't deserve to be loved in their lives. Not even a teaspoon of love.

But anon, two men can't possibly love each other. No way, no where, no how nah.

This is me being super sarcastic and kind of angry in case you are reading this and thinking I am serious.

I'd say the nay sayers are split into a few groups:

Those that want either JK or JM for their own fantasy ship.

Those that want either JK or JM for their own fantasy.

Those that are holier than thou and see themselves taking the moral high ground - "it's the members private lives, we should only enjoy their music", but at the same time "they are all best friends, they are like brothers".

So, sometimes I also think that these holier than thous are also in the next group, which is the homophobic, "god forbid, how dare you think there could be a gay couple in BTS?" group.

All of the above groups wear an especially tainted, made for them, brand of goggles and ear plugs, those that keep out anything JK or JM say or do to send us their message, to show us their truth.

GCFT - not romantic, just a bro thing, 2 friends travel vlog. Perhaps I should send them to Adam Hattan's vlogs to see the difference between GCFT and his vlogs with Gary C (2 very good gay friends travelling together).

GCFS - no hidden message. "What's the matter with you delusional Jikook's? This was BTS official content." Yeah, filmed and edited by JK, with JM dominating screen time and let's us forget "I don't lie no more, I don't wanna hide no more..."

RB - Nothing to see here, just a chin touching an ear. Yeah, ok.

JK's tattoos - not even going there. All I will say is that whichever way you want to look at it there is a big ass capital J on JK's ring finger, which happens to be sitting over a capital M (cough JM cough).

And let's not forget everything JM said, because that means absolutely nothing: knowing how loud JK snores, how long his showers are to the minute, his alarm clock sound, which he keeps changing, being with JK at 4 am on the eve of his birthday (after dancing around this and avoiding saying it in a prior live), waking up and seeing Junkookie is what makes him happy, The bubble gum talk...

All mean nothing. "You guys are delusional, they all live together in the dorms, so of course JM will know all of that", and so forth explanations, write offs.

They all live together. Yeah, and we are the ones living in delusions.

Oh, and there's more...

Forget about how they look at each other. How the way they touch each other is just different to they way they interact with the others. How they turn to each other. How JM is JK's safe place, his safe haven, his anchor. JM calling JK his toy. Being night time buddies. JK calling JM handsome, sexy, cute. JK calling JM his catalyst. JM calling JK every single compliment you can think of under the sun, and the list can just go on and on and on.

And the biggest elephant in the room possible - their bond being totally ignored by the fandom.

These are two young men that have shown and said in ever so many words just how close they are, and yet their bond is overlooked time and time again by the fandom. Vmin are soulmates. Jinkook and Hopekook are brothers. Jikook are nada, nichts, kalam fadi, nothing, non existent.

Funny how what seems to be the strongest bond within the group is also the one to be ignored.

I wonder why that is. Not really. I know why that is.

#ask #anon #Jikook are real #Jikook #Kookmin

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forbiddenship · 3 years

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ahhhh my portwell tweet has almost a thousand likes!! idek how that happened bc this post is literally just me freaking out about getting them back on my screen but hey 🤷‍♀️

just a reminder that the toxic r*nas on twitter are nothing but a small, (very) vocal minority that goes out of their way to shit on portwell. almost every fandom has that one set of shippers or subsection of the fandom whose full-time job is being miserable and making the people around them miserable. literally. i’ve seen it time and time again. tv shows, movies, books, everything.

at this point, i’ve learned to stay in my lane, let them live in their bubble of delusion, and just use the block button whenever i have to. and yeah, it does suck that there’s always gonna be people who wanna come into your lane and block your line of vision. in our case, we keep seeing r*nas post about how portwell isn’t gonna last, they’re gonna break up over the summer, r*na endgame, yada yada yada.

and look. i get it. everything is really uncertain right now. none of us fully trust tim after some of the switcheroo’s he’s pulled on the characters and just the fact that show runners are hard to trust in general.

but we’ve already got plenty of people rooting against us and trying to bring us down. we don’t need to do that to ourselves. i know it’s hard not to get in your own head about literally every single thing that could go wrong in season 3. i’m well aware that portwell has some cards stacked against them.

and yet, i’ve still got nothing but hope and an open mindset going into this next season. like, i’ve been waiting in agony for so long to get this announcement and i was literally screaming in public when the confirmation dropped. my heart was overflowing with joy just thinking about all the canon!portwell content we’re about to enjoy. like come on - portwell hugging, kissing, holding hands, cuddling, a forehead kiss, a dance, a whole lotta flirting - it’s honestly a lot more than i would’ve dared hope for.

it’s so so important to learn to see the good things in life. we’ve been given so many blessings. there are people who complain about the writing/music of season 2 (which i might be in the minority here but i genuinely loved all of the development we got this season and the soundtrack is way better imo), but just the fact that they put out a full season to entertain us in the middle of a pandemic is something that we take for granted.

and to be honest, i sometimes take for granted portwell itself too. like how much thought the writers put into crafting the relationship, all the parallels and the tropes and the way their relationship in s2 mirrors and complements their individual character trajectories in s1. all of the little details and the hints they gave us. and ofc the s2 finale. like yeah i was disappointed that we didn’t see the kiss, but the ending was honestly so them. the characters got the happy ending they needed and the audience got the reassurance we needed, but it didn’t overstep where ej/gina were in their relationship at that point in time and didn’t try to overdramatize it too soon. it left something more to be explored in season 3, a lot more, which is precisely why we’ve all been so anxiously awaiting this announcement.

so why all of a sudden do we think that that exploration isn’t gonna happen? that we’re gonna be let down? is it what the r*nas are saying? because remember they also said portwell would stay besties (proven false), portwell was one-sided (proven false), portwell’s age gap meant the writers would never go there (proven false), portwell was a plot device (proven false), and that portwell was like siblings (proven very false by literally the fucking script itself).

the haters can say what they want, but it’s becoming increasingly obvious that everything they say is shrouded in delusion - trying to comfort themselves as they come to the realization that their ship is not only pretty much bones, but it’s also overshadowed by an unexpected pairing that is now possibly the best love story on the show.

so what we’re not gonna do is let r*na or anything else (including our own fears and anxieties) ruin this for us. we’re gonna be fine.

i’m sorry if this sounded harsh at all, i just thought it was important to say. stay positive y’all!! and portwell will stay winning :)

#hsmtmts #portwell #ej x gina #gina x ej #gina porter #ej caswell

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Waiting in the Rain

Pairing: Gruvia

School starts tomorrow and although I’m excited, i really dont wanna go. Anyways, sorry for falling off the face of the earth for a little bit and hopefully more fics with be produced. Hope you all enjoy.

This is set when Gray leaves Juvia for the six months to go to the dark guilt.

Heres your daily cup of angst. Extra angsty.

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Guilt.

Guilt was something he was no stranger too. Every since he was little he had carried a burden on his shoulders for years.

Watching his master die in front of him and blaming himself for her death was one thing he had learned to let go. It took time but after years of reliving that nightmare, he knew there was nothing he could have done.

He fought that battle and won. He could be at peace with her now.

But there was certain guilt that eats at you. Makes you unable to sleep and eat properly because it’s tearing you from the inside out.

There’s small reminders that carve into your brain, making sure that you know what you did.

His stomach churned for the worse and he couldn’t even describe the feeling deep in his gut as he approached the edge of the town.

It used to be a sacred place for them. He can remember the warmth of the memories and how much he desperately craves for those moments back. He’d give everything.

But now. As he wonders, it’s the complete opposite. It’s dark and cold, numbing to say the least. And if you were to stay longer than five minutes, you might catch a cold from the storm that rages above.

But he keeps going, passing the shops he once knew that were now abandoned. This place had become a waste land, all because of him.

He walks towards a familiar trail, one he hiked for months. But now it felt more like a death march, and he had no business to be there.

The flowers along the path had suffocated from the water pouring down and since no sun had come through in ages, everything had begun to die. And he was one of them.

He thought that leaving would be fine. He was a fool to think so. He didn’t care how drenched he got as his feet stopped at the edge of a lawn, or well a garden of weeds and muddy puddles.

This pain in his chest was unbearable and looking at the small cottage was almost too much to handle.

He would like to say he had never been a victim of heartbreak, but right now, his heart had shattered beyond repair.

His dark eyes found the way to the window and the tears came as easy as the clouds above.

Instead of the dancing and singing he would see, there was nothing. Just complete darkness that swirled on what used to be his home.

He didn’t know how he managed to walk further, to clutch the handle on the back door. But he didn’t go in, he couldn’t.

He had a mission to accomplish and it was a risk to come back here. But he had to know.

He thought that his undercover work would be easy and that he could slip away in the night and she could go on with her life.

He knew this would happen, but yet he still went.

It was for the greater good, yet the one person he vowed to himself he would protect had now received the worst pain among them all.

His hand came up to the glass as he peered inside. The kitchen was spotless but in a way that looks as if it was never used. The pillows on the couch had been tossed to the floor matching the blankets.

And then his heart stopped, his breath caught in his throat and his spine became glossed over with a chilling threat.

He watched as she came out of a room and toward the kitchen.

Sadness.

Despair.

Heartbreak.

All of those were present on her face and her movements were sluggish and each stepped seem worse than the last.

Even through the glass he could see the bags under her eyes and that they were slightly bruised from the pain she had shed.

He watched as she poured herself a glass of water and just, stared at it. Then walked towards the couch.

He saw he pick up a pillow and hug it to her chest as she rocked back and fourth slowly staring at nothing. Her eyes were a void but before they sucked you in and made you question why the stars were even created when she captured the world in her eyes. Now they were black holes, destroying everything in her way.

He knew he was the reason for this. And to make it worse he had to go out and tell her how he felt.

He really left her after he expressed how much she meant to him and now she had caused this.

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The window was slightly cracked and even thought the rain he could hear her. She didn’t say much but a few sniffles and sometimes a sob.

He would have to leave eventually but he found that it was a daily routine to go and see her.

He’d walk through the town he once called a home, wondering about the people he knew and thinking about where they left when the rain came crashing down.

He had finally made it to the cabin one day, saying to the dark guild that he was making a three day trip south but in all honesty he was going to see her.

He knew he couldn’t show up on the door step or even say anything. It might just break her. But apart of him wanted her to open the door and see him. A part of him wanted her to be angry.

She had been full of so much love, he thought he was unworthy and maybe pure hatred of him could help cure the guilt. If she never wanted to see him again, just maybe he could bare with the pain.

But for some reason he stood at the back door again. Luckily they were tinted and he knew that she didn’t have enough sense to probably even notice him, that’s how broken she was.

He never said a word or gave off that he was there. It wasn’t right nor fair.

But as he waited to see her come to the kitchen, he heard a cry. Not the usual sobbing or sniffles of the past few days and weeks but the type of tears you shed when all hope is lost.

He knew the moment Ur died was when it happened. And now he caused it.

He didn’t know why he opened the door and didn’t know why he ran towards her bedroom. He didn’t know why he was suddenly watching her cry her heart out and how he feel to his knees and hugged her to his chest and kissed her forehead and clung to her like she was his life line.

He couldn’t tell you how good it felt to have her in his arms and he could feel the cold tears soaking his dark cloak and the way her body trembled from a unforgivable cold that had taken over her body the day he had left.

“I’m sorry.” He began to sob into her shoulder and her fingers magically tighten around his shoulder as he held her.

He kissed her cheek and her forehead. Kissed her cold hands and her nose. And his lips hovered over hers, a weight hung over his head.

Still she had made no noise. And he thought that maybe she thought this was a dream. A delusion and that if she dared to open her eyes, he would be gone.

There were shivers as he picked her up. Carrying her towards the living room and setting her down on her makeshift bed. He picked up the blankets and tucked her in.

“You’re not him.” She whispered and her voice was almost damaged from the silence it was given.

Her heart ached in his chest as she think it was him. And she was right. This version of him was a fraud. One used to get close to dangerous people in missions.

“I know.” And he watched as her eyes had fluttered opened for the first time.

She was still breathtaking.

Her eyes traced his face but her expression remained blank and dark.

“I have to go.” He said and her cupped her cheek and ran his thumb softly across it. Her eye closed again as he knew that was the way he used to get her to sleep. A little affection that made her feel safe and at peace.

He got up with quiet feet and left the house once more.

As the days passed by he found himself visiting more and more. Most day he would just watch over her from the outside and he felt like a stalker but he needed to make sure she was okay, or alive to say the least.

But he stopped going for a while. Making sure to keep up his rep in the dark guild.

—

He found himself there again but she wasn’t there. Panic had set in and he began a goose chase around town, she hadn’t moved from their house in ages, why now.

The rain this time felt colder than usual. Almost like her soul was in each droplet. His mind was racing with thoughts but as the rain came down, he knew she was still alive.

His feet stopped as he saw her. He wanted to race to her, pick her up and spin her but he couldn’t. He had already done to much.

“Gray-sama?” Her voice small and hoarse.

He wanted to sink to his knees and cry out towards the sky. But then other voices joined.

“Juvia!”

Lucy.

Natsu.

Wendy.

Happy.

Carla.

They were here. And he watched in pain as Juvia collapsed in Natsu’s arms and her body had no strength left.

“I’m going to kill Gray when I see him.” Natsu sneered. And he deserved it.

He had to leave before he was spotted but one last voice made his heart break even more.

“It seems she’s been out here for weeks.”

Weeks

He hasn’t been back in three months.

He ran as fast as he could. Past the house, past the vendors and past the forest. He didn’t stop going until he was in his private quarters in the guild. Until his knees finally hit the floor.

His fists came down hard on the wooden boards and he let out a scream and thanked who ever made this castle since it was sound proof.

Anger bubbles within him. Angry at Erza for making him leave. Angry at himself for causing that pain. Anger at the world.

But even when his chest heaved and his knuckles cracked with blood, he couldn’t blame Erza.

He could only blame himself. At this point it wasn’t about the mission.

He realized in that moment when he saw her body fall into the arms of her guild mates that he loved her. And he didn’t know why he hadn’t told her.

That living with her and training with her had solidified their relationship and that he would do what ever it takes to have that again.

He craved to have her by his side. He knew she thrived during their time of domestic bliss and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it either.

But how was he suppose to face the woman he loved when he did that to her? Causing her a type of heartbreak and pain that left her body hollow and cold.

He had to shake that feeling off, he had a job to do and now this fueled him. He wouldn’t let these past months of suffering ruin the plan and when they were done and all of this bullshit was over, he was going to prove to Juvia that he deserves to have her heart.

All those moments where she said she loved him wouldn’t die in vain and he vowed from then on to give her the life and love she deserves. If she would allow him too.

He rose from the ground, ready to strike at any moment. He knew Lucy and Natsu would find him soon and the battle would commence. He was ready to put an end to this dark guild plan for good. All for the sake of his love.

—-

He couldn’t believe it. She was running towards his with-a smile.

“Gray-sama!” She cheered but soon she fell into battle mode against Blair.

It happened to fast and soon they were alone. He couldn’t wait as he held her hand leading her to the room. They had barely spoken a word since the battle and she could feel how nervous he was.

“Gray” she said as he opened the door.

He closed and before she could speak, he cupped her cheek and rub his thumb along it. This was their thing, a peaceful gesture.

“Please, just let me.” He almost begged and she nodded as he closed the gap between them.

His lips slowly moved with hers and the kiss wasn’t rushed or steady. It was long and slow and painful. Because he wanted their first kiss to be full of bliss and heated love.

But instead she could feel his tears sliding down his cheek and one hand went to face and the other to his neck. She didn’t want him to feel her pain. She couldn’t allow all that pain she endured to cloud his mind but she knew he couldn’t do that.

“Juvia doesn’t blame you.” She pulled back.

“I know you don’t.” He stated. Because they were wizards and when you fight for your guild, everyone understands. But she didn’t have too.

“But it’s not okay.” He said and finally he had the courage to look her in the eyes.

They were full of life and love and sparkled brighter than before but they carried a depth of pain.

“It’s not.” She agreed. “But Juvia knows you did it for the ones you love and even though she suffered for a short amount of time, you did it so we could have a future and she could never hate you for being strong. Gray, you went on a mission, you never truly left me.” She kissed his tears on his cheek. “Plus, Juvia remembers when you came. At first she thought it was a dream but she knew you always were watching.”

A sob escaped his lips and he held her tight, his hand wrapping into her tight curls as he lost his senses. “I love you so much. And I will never leave you again, I promise.”

His kissed her again and this time it escalated into something deeper. Like a craving they had been held hostage from for so long just wishing that they could be back in their private home together.

He wanted to tell her over and over how much he loved her and as he kissed her again and again, she knew.

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When he woke up the next morning, the sun was shining bright. Her body was now full of warmth as she snuggled closer to his chest and he felt like he could finally breath again.

They had both suffered for months on end without each other, but now he knew it was worth the wait.

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ihatetaxes99 · 4 years

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THE YAKUZA AND THE PHOENIX - A BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA FANFICTION

"See, the problem with people like you," Commented the cool, sanitised yet utterly terrifying voice of Kai Chisaki as he kneeled down just in the very corner of the hero's peripheral vision. "Is that you relied far too much on that disgusting disease that plagues every last vein in your Godforsaken body. Maybe if you had just thought ahead a little… Has this illness robbed you of your senses, too? Left you as useless as a newborn? Not that it matters. It's far too late by now for any part of you to begin thinking about what could have been. I mean, just take a look around." He raised one hand to adjust his mask, while using the other to gesture to the scene around the two, one filled with flame and destruction. "If you had thought to bring police, tried to corner me with rifles, well you might have had some sort of success. I'm not stupid enough to resist against live bullets. But no. Your sickening Quirk has left you with such delusions that you thought you could stand to take me on alone."

The young woman's eyes filled with nothing but pure steel as she looked up at him. There was no fear to be found in the glare she delivered the man known as Overhaul, in spite of the terror bubbling in the pits of her stomach, constantly threatening to rise to the top. But she would not let it. Not in front of this Chisaki bastard, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he had won.

"No words?" The man sighed, poking her lightly in the head as if to provoke a reaction. "Like a kid who doesn't get their way. Stubborn to the end. What a pain you are. The worst kinds of people are the ones who don't realize they're infected. They have no true redemption in their future. It's kind of weird when you think about it. What a shame… Not that it's any of my concern. I'm more interested in just why you and your ridiculous headgear have been following me around all day. Do you have an answer for that?" He grabbed her by the back of the hair, and pulled her face up to look at his. "I'd prefer an answer as soon as possible, so I can minimise the amount of contact made with your disgusting body."

There was only one way the woman knew she could respond to this and that way landed directly on the suspected Yakuza's forehead. "Why would I tell you anything, asshole? You won't get anything out of the Phoenix."

The man actually audibly growled, like a feral wolf, as he slammed her head into the asphalt. She felt her nose break as blood streamed from it onto the road. It was probably one of the lesser injuries she had incurred that day. Chisaki got to his feet and produced a spotless handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his face of the hero's saliva. "How childish." His voice was full of pure, deep contempt. "How filthy. Were you never taught manners? Are you mentally deficient? Hmph. Not that I should expect any more from a hero who calls themselves the Phoenix. How cliché." With that, he returned to his kneeling position over her limp body, she practically felt his shadow drop over her as the smell of burning embers filled her nose. Were those sirens she heard? They were faint, but what else could they be? Were they coming in her direction? One ear was completely busted up, so she couldn't tell. Looking up to the man who supposedly went by Overhaul, her peripheral vision severely limited by her complete and total lack of a right eye, she found her mind drifting away to the beginning of the day. When things had seemed oh so simple. When she still had all her limbs and when life had generally been more preferable when contrasted against her current predicament.

When had it all gone so wrong?

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"So, all I have to do is follow the bugger?" Twenty-three year old Misa Kawajiri enquired into her phone as she took small, meticulous sips from her large Coke, sitting atop a rooftop in the very heart of the city, occasionally reaching into the bag next to her to dig out a fry or two and jam them into her mouth. This was the life, no doubt about it. The young woman, who went by the heroic moniker of the Phoenix, was elated whenever she was sent on surveillance patrols by her agency. Most other pro heroes would consider such work to be beneath them, it mostly consisted of hounding tax evaders, low-rent rank-and-file grunts and conmen, there was almost certainly never a tang of excitement to be found. This was the reason most heroes preferred more interesting work and it was the reason why Kawajiri adored such jobs. For her, it was a chance to slow down, chill out and enjoy life at a bit of a slower pace than usual. She definitely was not above having time to unwind and take things at a more reasonable pace. Of course, today's surveillance was already beginning to sound more interesting. It had started out with monitoring some basement-dwelling Otaku who shared anti-hero sentiments on internet forums, so not exactly a thrill ride there, as evidenced by the fact that Misa had left halfway through to get herself a McDonald's. But her new target, as assigned to her by her employers at the agency…

"His name's Kai Chisaki." Rang the cool, clerical voice of Phoenix's supervisor. "Mid to late twenties, germaphobe. He isn't often seen out and about, instead residing largely in the Shie Hassaikai's compound."

"Hassaiaki?" The hero of the sky's ears perked up at that. "He's Yakuza?"

"As far as we know, yes. We can't trace back any records of a family, except for Kazama Chisaki, his uncle, who was also associated with the organization before his death, although not as a full member."

"Interesting…" The girl pondered. "So, why are we following him, then? The Hassaikai have a good reputation, right?" Her words were slightly muffled as she jammed more fries in her mouth at that moment than was probably reasonable.

"That they do, Phoenix. They're underground. There have been search warrants on the premises before, but nothing suspicious was turned up. They're a Yakuza group in name only right now, nothing worth worrying about. But Chisaki? He's different. You're going to be following him for reasons unrelated to his activity within the clan."

"Oh?" Misa cupped her free ear with her hand so that she could better hear the man on the other end of the phone.

"In short, we have reasons to believe he's been peddling Trigger behind the backs of his bosses. Obviously, I don't need to tell you about that."

She nodded, although that was a tad redundant, considering the voice on the other end could not see her. The experimental drug known for its Quirk-bolstering properties was nothing to trifle with, and it had only grown more popular in recent time. "Why do you think he's doing so?"

"Money, probably. Who knows with these criminal types? The point remains that we have reason to believe he's out and about today. I've sent you an image of him on your phone. Follow him, see what he's up to. When a hermit like him comes out of the woodwork, it can never be good. Not for anybody." And with that, her superior hung up, leaving Misa to her own thoughts. In being left this way, she dug her knees up tucked under her chin and sulked for a bit, confident that nobody could see her act in such a childish manner, taking the odd glance at the image. He was a shockingly handsome young fellow, with sharp yellow eyes, ruffled brown hair and a suit, he looked the part of any well-meaning businessman. The only weird aspect was the steampunk-esque plague doctor mask clamped around his mouth. She shrugged it off as probably having something to do with his Quirk, whatever that was.

"This sucks." She groaned as she reached for her helmet, which mostly served as a fancy shell to hold the visor that shielded her eyes from the wind. "I don't wanna have to pursue Yakuza drug dealers, it's just no good. Give me a fat, tinfoil hat loser ranting about conspiracies any day. Surveillance is supposed to be a break from the hard stuff. But nooo, it just has to be more of it, doesn't it?" She sighed, the air whistling over her lips, as she tossed aside her empty bag. Stretching upwards, allowing her skintight suit to hug her body, she felt her wings extend from her body. It was always a glorious sensation to be felt, the pure rush of it all. She adored it beyond belief, the best part of the job. With a cheeky grin, the young hero spread her arms…

… And let herself fall from the building's roof.

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Filthy. The very lot of them, surrounded by filth and dirt and all manner of unpleasantries. It was enough to break young Kai Chisaki out in hives, it truly was. Absolutely repulsive. How horrendous to have to walk amongst the common people, all of them no doubt inflicted with that despicable illness. As he made his way down the crowded high street, bumping into the occasional commuter, he felt the irresistible urge to lift up the sleeve of his green coat and scratch at the lumps on his arm. Urgh. The very lot of them, disgusting. He was rapidly remembering why he vastly preferred to remain indoors. And yet, he had to do this. He couldn't entrust mere goons with carrying out the mission, not even the Eight Precepts of Death. This had to be done by him and him alone. He felt the cold metal rub against his stomach from the inside pocket of his coat. What depraved things that guns were. Alas, they were a necessary evil, and still far better than Quirks. As he walked, he had no clue of the eyes following him as he did so. Misa Kawajiri worked fast and had found him in mere minutes. Was he aware of this, he would almost have applauded her.

Key word: Almost.

"He's carrying some sort of briefcase..." The girl noted to herself as she watched him. Luckily, his mask made him very distinctive for anyone who may be looking for him, so she had not had much trouble. "Is that relevant to whatever he's up to?" The questions were racing through her head in spite of her better judgement. She couldn't help but wonder about the good-looking, well-dressed young fellow with Yakuza ties. It was all so odd to her, and new. She didn't often run into anything so… exciting, was probably the word. And normally, Phoenix abhorred exciting. But something about it just seemed alluring. Maybe it was more the man than the danger, who really knew? Certainly not her.

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DAMN.

Wrapped up in her own little thoughts, Kawajiri had lost Chisaki. He had seeped into the crowd. That wasn't good, not good at all. Not even wasting a second, Misa once again extended her wings and took off into the air, in search of the fellow she was shadowing. Stupid Misa, she cursed herself. How had she been so stupid? She really needed to focus more. Her eyes scanned the surroundings as she flew over an alleyway that served as a gap between two buildings.

And in that very alleyway, Kai Chisaki now stood, facing a triage. They were common street thugs, Overhaul had done his research. Nothing big, they were unheard of, just worthless druggies with not a thing to their names and a whole heap of desperation for power, power that they had no clue what to do with. In other words, the perfect suckers to lure in.

"Gentlemen." The distinguished Yakuza bowed. The goons showed no such respect in return. Was it really so hard to show the baseline politeness required of a person? These kinds of people pissed him off the most. Fortunately, the mask obstructed his grimace as he set the silver case on the ground and entered in a combination. A few seconds passed and then it clicked open. "Here's your bloody Trigger. Ten vials, enough to give the three of you a bolster in your path- In your Quirks for up to forty-eight hours. If you have any questions, I would advise you ask now."

The thugs all shared looks with one another. They appeared satisfied at the very least, yet the one in the middle, a big guy with muscles to rival All Might- Well, the former All Might- seemed incredulous to some degree.

"So, what yer tellin' us, Chisaki-"

"I would prefer if you called me Overhaul."

"-Right. Sorry." His accent was just thick enough to get under the Yakuza's skin. "Yer sayin' that we don' hafta pay for any of this?"

To this, Kai shrugged. "Consider it a first-time buyer's guarantee. If you want more later down the line, that's when you'll have to start paying me. Otherwise, take it." He kicked the briefcase, sending it sliding towards the men. "It's all yours." For a moment, it seemed like the huge guy was about to protest, but at looking at the vials, his greed got the better of him, and he allowed a wide grin to overcome his face, no doubt imagining what his improved Quirk would be like. Disgusting animal.

"Pleasure doin' business with ya, Mr. Overhaul." He gloated as he picked up the case, his cronies hovering around him as they sneaked looks at the drug. Now was probably the best time to strike, while they were blinded by their own pathetic delusions of grandeur.

"Likewise." Chisaki responded, reaching into his coat, as if trying to find a cigarette. "Say, you three, have you ever wondered what society would be like without Quirks? How far we could have advanced by now if we hadn't had to restart everything to accommodate the idea of superpowers?" The men stared at him like he was mad, which was to be expected. "It's just something I've been thinking about." He admitted as he pulled the gun from his coat and aimed it squarely at the large man's head. "Let's test it out. You'll survive, of course."

"What the fuck?" The scumbag growled as he dropped the case in shock. "You pullin' a gun on us? Guess what, you skinny prick? It's three on one. Shoulda thought about that before pullin' a betrayal!"

"Probably." Kai noted nonchalantly as he took aim and fired.

The bullet ricocheted up against a wall in the alley as the metallic weapon was knocked from his hand by a kick. And not a kick from one of the steroided-up goons. No, one aimed from above.

"Looks like I caught you boys in the act." Phoenix grinned as she stood, legs firmly apart, eying up Kai. "Trying to betray the dudes you're selling drugs to really isn't a great idea, I must add."

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Filthy…

Sickening….

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE??!!" Kai Chisaki screamed, his voice carrying high up into the sky as he stared down the hero, his pupils small and mad in their sockets. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME??!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU??!!" He was completely enraged, sweat pouring from his forehead as he grasped at his hair. "DISGUSTING, DISGUSTING, DISGUSTING!!" He appeared to be on the receiving end of a full-on breakdown. All this over being kicked in the hand? No, it couldn't just be that. Already, the receivers of the Trigger had fled, stolen briefcase in hand. It really had been their lucky day.

"Woah, calm down, Chisaki-"

"Who gave you the right to call me that?!" He demanded, his voice slightly softer now. "And do you have any idea how difficult those bullets were to manufacture? I simply cannot afford to waste them!" Turning his back on Kawajiri, he picked up the gun, examining it for damages, and then wiped it clean with his white surgical gloves.

"Hey, creep! Stay right where you are!" Misa was petrified. She truly was. Something about this guy just was not right at all. She had been told he was a major germaphobe, but was it this bad? Enough to push him into insanity at a moment's touch? "You're under arrest for possession distribution of illegal narcotics." She was basically reading off the rulebook, saying what she was supposed to say in such situations. But nothing about this felt normal. Why was he so focused on the gun? "Stand down and await for police transport."

"You think I would heed such commands from a filthy piece of scum like yourself?" Suddenly, Kai was cool, clinical, yet again as he calmly pointed the gun in her direction. Phoenix nearly felt her heart stop. "Maybe you'll make a better test subject." His finger tightened on the trigger of the handgun. Misa had no time to think, no time to plan.

She simply ran forwards, charging the villain as he steadied his aim. Another loud bang echoed from the gun. She felt it tear her suit as it whizzed past her, but she managed to just barely evade it. Now, she was too full of adrenaline to stop, as she ploughed towards Chisaki. As she drew closer, she reached out, grabbing for his arm… She had to restrain him and fast.

"DON'T LAY YOUR FILTH-ENCRUSTED FINGERS ON ME FOR EVEN A SECOND!!" Overhaul yelled, back to unconcealed rage, as he slammed his hand down onto the ground. From nowhere, burst large columns of rock from beneath the concrete, sending the heroine flying back a few inches and separating the two.

"Woah..." Was this his Quirk? She hadn't seen anything like it before. The rock wall stretched all the way up, totally shielding the Yakuza from her. It twisted up into the blue sky, as far as the eye could see. And then, she heard his voice, once again calm, from the other side.

"You made me use my Quirk." The man stated. "I hate this thing, but you left me with no other option. For that, I truly do feel some sort of hatred for you. So, I suppose I really feel no guilt in using you as my little guinea pig." Then, he fell silent again, as Phoenix paced around, trying to look for some sort of opening in the wall. Suddenly, she heard a rush of wind behind her and snapped around her head just fast enough to see Overhaul rushing at her. Now, Kawajiri had no clue just what his Quirk did yet, but she figured letting him touch her was a bad idea, so she took off into the air, hovering out of his reach.

"So, a flight Quirk, eh?" Chisaki sighed. His hair was ruffled, the purple fur on his coat torn in places and his bleach white tie flicking wildly with the motion from his rapid movements. "I must admit, I've never been great with moving targets." Once again, the pistol was out, pointed at her. No, she shouldn't panic. Judging from earlier, whatever bullets he loaded the thing with were very precious and so, he wouldn't waste them unless he knew there was a guaranteed chance of hitting her. She was safe for now.

She realized she had been foolish to think that even as the spiked column of rock dug itself up from the ground and impaled her right through the stomach, sending her back, right out of the alley and into the streets outside. She heard a scream as she slammed into a car, feeling the metal crunch behind her. Her vision was hazy, like that of a drunk, but she could still make out the suited villain walking slowly towards her as civilians fled the area. Well, all except for one man, who clearly realized that Kai was up to no good and tried to charge him. Without even looking in his direction, his gaze fixed on Misa, Overhaul's arm made contact with the brave man's chest and he exploded into nothingness.

"What the hell?!" Phoenix yelled. She felt like throwing up at the man's remains splattered the asphalt So this Quirk… It could erect pillars of rock, reduce humans to nothing, what was it exactly? She couldn't even think straight in her current state to try to decipher the answer.

"Isn't it kind of weird how people always try to act the hero? I've noticed that. I swear, this world has been poisoned beyond belief. Can I even cure it? Is that possible?" She felt cold metal as the bastard jammed the gun into her gaping mouth. "All I know is that I can try my very best. Starting here. You'll be my first patient, my girl. The first to be cured."

"Bite me." She hissed as she aimed a kick at his side, which somehow connected, winding the Yakuza just long enough for Misa to stagger to her feet. It felt like she had multiple broken ribs. Those could wait. "I think I get your shtick now. You think Quirks are disgusting or something, right? Yeah, just like any of those Creature Rejection Clan nutjobs. But you think you can bring an end to them, right?" She coughed up some blood onto her fist as she held Chisaki's gaze. "Well, think again, dickwad. You really think that you're some great saviour. I dunno what you have planned, but it sure as hell won't be anything that won't see you crushed like the pathetic little man you are!" And with that, she took flight again, aiming a kick at his head.

Before she even knew it, another column had travelled right through her left eye with a fleshy squealtch, blood coating the rock as she hurtled backwards, her fall stopped by a large vehicle that the rock pinned her to.

"Jesus… That it?" She spat, as Kai approached her yet again, his eyebrows raised in amusement. Then, he stepped backwards. Then again. Then, he spun around and started walking away. Misa was completely taken aback. "What?! You just leaving, you limp-dicked bastard? That ain't how a saviour acts, is it? Running away from a fight?" Her attempts at provocation did nothing to stop him and when the young woman tilted her head just a little, she saw why.

"Ah-" She started, before the oil tanker she had been pinned to exploded. The shockwave could be felt for blocks to come, glass shattered from the skyscrapers above as the world was thrown upside down. Everything went white for Misa Kawajiri, then black.

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Damn. That really had escalated quickly. And now, the pro hero lay, amongst the rubble, with one eye, a busted ear, no legs and a stump of an arm. The Yakuza stood above her.

"I'll be willing to overlook your blatant lack of manners." Overhaul growled as he resumed his kneeling position. "In fact, I'll let you be saved. I'll be the one to save you. Isn't that something? A sickening power-infected freak like you, given a second chance by a humble Yakuza. And after everything you've done to me. You have been one hell of an annoyance. But, I guess you'll have started to make it up to me if Eri's little bullets end up working." The girl felt metal press into her side. Why was he so eager to shoot her? It must have something to do with whatever he was planning. The last thing Misa Kawajiri heard was the crack of a gunshot, the last thing she felt was the pain of the bullet entering her body, and then, she fell still. A second or two passed before Kai hovered his hand over her head.

"All going well, you have been deprived of your filthy Quirk." He noted, more to himself as the hero was now deeply unconscious. "Now, just to fix you up." He pushed his hand down on her and the woman's body blew apart in a spectacular show of blood and gore. Just a few seconds later, it reassembled, all limbs, eyes and anything else re-attached. With a satisfied nod, the man got to his feet.

"You'll live peacefully for the rest of your days." He told her, turning his back on her and walking away from the destruction that lay sprawled out like the play area of a particularly deranged and angry child, as if it had just been another day at the office, adjusting his tie. "No Quirk, no heroics, no excitement. I hope you're cut out for a desk job, Phoenix. It's all you have in your future. You're welcome."

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a-detraque-barista · 5 years

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could you do a yandere!jimin jealous when you’re dating his friend jungkook?

A/N: I may have gotten a little carried away but that’s okay. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy~

Update: SO i actually re-wrote this after seeing it pop up again because it was t r a s h so i decided to spruce it up a bit ;)

Happy Never After

Jimin watched as you played with Jungkook’s hair from his seat on the couch next to you. Combing your fingers through his raven strands making Jungkook sigh dreamily. Jungkook was sat on the floor between your spread knees and laid his head back onto your thighs. His eyes closed as you continued gently detangling his soft curls. Even though Jimin’s leg was touching yours, it wasn’t enough to stop his growing jealousy.

His gaze made it to the glass coffee table in front of him, thinking about how he should be the one having your fingers sliding in and out of his bubble gum pink hair. Jimin was practically burning a hole in the table before you glanced at him, noticing his angry expression.

“Jimin? Are you okay?” you tapped Jimin’s shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts and making Jungkook crack an eye open.

“Yeah yeah, I’m okay,” Jimin grinned at you but it wasn’t his normal genuine eye smile.

“You seem a bit out of it today. Is something on your mind?” you asked as you went back to playing with Jungkook’s hair.

“I bet it’s his crush,” Jungkook smirked from his seat on the floor in front of you. Knowing damn well you were the one Jimin liked.

“You have a crush?! That’s great! What are they like? Are they cute? Why haven’t you told me about this?” you threw questions at him left and right.

“Babe, why do you wanna know so bad?” Jungkook laughed as he looked up at you with that cute bunny smile you’ve always adored. Making sure to remind you that he was your boyfriend.

“Because I need to make sure this crush of his is good enough for our baby Jiminie,” you squeezed Jimin’s cheeks and pouted your lips.

“Stooooooooop. I’m not a baby,” Jimin pouted as well.

“Debatable,” you smiled. “You didn’t answer my questions.”

Jimin looked at you and thought about what he loved about you to answer your plethora of questions, “They’re absolutely beautiful, smart, funny, and caring. I didn’t tell you because it’s probably never going to happen.”

He only told you half the truth as he gazed fondly into your eyes. He wanted nothing more than to take you away from Jungkook. But he knew he couldn’t force you to do anything because he didn’t want to scare you. Jimin had already thought of scenarios on how you would react, trying to find the best way for you to leave Jungkook and run into his arms. Jungkook was also another obstacle. Jimin knew this as he made eye contact with Jungkook’s raging ones.

Jimin was indirectly threatening Jungkook and his relationship with you. Jungkook has known his feelings for you since a month after you two got together. And Jungkook made it loud and clear that he wasn’t going to give you up so easily.

“Well, maybe you can spend more time with them or you could show how much you like them and they could actually feel the same way but you just don’t know it,” you suggested as you played with Jungkook’s hair.

“Maybe,” Jimin smiled and couldn’t help but think you were insinuating that you do feel the same way about him. Ignoring the death stare Jungkook was directing at him.

Maybe he will show you just how much he loves you.

You left the dorms as it was getting late and you had to work in the morning. You hugged everyone goodbye and kissed your boyfriend before leaving. Jungkook making sure Jimin saw how deeply he pressed his lips against yours.

Jimin quickly made his way to his room to change his outfit to something more stealth like. Grabbing the bag of gifts he both made and bought you. He never thought he would be able to actually give them to you. Jimin only ever bought and made gifts for you to feed his delusions, until now. He headed out into the empty dorms to see Jungkook waiting by the exit.

“Going somewhere, Jimin-sshi?” he pocketed his phone as straightened up.

“It’s Jimin-hyung, brat. Shouldn’t you be spamming Y/n?”

“Don’t worry about Y/n, especially since you’ll never be able to get through me,” Jungkook came closer, trying to use his taller height as an intimidation tactic. “Don’t try anything with Y/n, because you won’t win.”

With that, Jungkook made his way to his room. Jimin stood not far from the door, contemplating on if he should go to your apartment or not. He shook his head. He’s always felt he could never compare to Jungkook as a boyfriend but now, he knows the younger idol feels threatened by him and his feelings for you. Jimin was going to do all he could to win you over.

He slowly made his way to your apartment. He wanted to give you enough time to fall into a deep slumber to make sure he can set everything up.

Jimin stopped in front of your apartment building to find the stairs to your floor and climbing them. He needed to find a way in without disrupting you. Curiously, he tried the door knob and gently pushed to find that it opened easily. Pushing farther, it gave way, allowing him to enter. He thought you would be more cautious than that.

Jimin gently closed the door and tried locking it himself to find out that the lock had broken. A chill ran down his spine. What if a stranger, an intruder, a murderer, came in here? Good thing it was someone you were able to trust, otherwise things could’ve ended badly.

He used the light from the street lamps that came through the window to direct him while he set up his surprise for you.

The french rose haired male let out a content sigh as he gazed at his work proudly. There was no doubt in his mind that you would love it.

As he heard your alarm from your room he pulled his hood down so you wouldn’t be frightened when you passed the living room to get your daily source of caffeine.

Jimin fixed his hair and hoped he didn’t look too disheveled after staying up all night.

You turned on the lights causing both you and Jimin to be momentarily blinded. Once your eyes adjusted, you jumped when you saw Jimin standing in your living room. Your eyes trailed next to him to see the hearts and pictures that hung on your wall and from the ceiling.

“Jimin what is all this?” you asked as you took a step back.

“You told me to show how much I like my crush. But to be frank I don’t like you. I love you with all my being and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” Jimin smiled brighter than you’ve ever seen him smile. “Jungkook’s feelings can’t compare to the lengths of mine. I will treat you like royalty as you stand beside me. Oh, how we’ll waste away into nothing together.”

“What do you mean waste away?” your voice shook.

“I mean we’ll have to go into hiding, live in a quaint village, and spend the rest of our days loving each other,” Jimin closed his eyes and inhaled a shaky breath to release it before opening his eyes to look at you.

“I can’t wait for the days and nights when I can have you all to myself,” before you could react he wrapped his arms around you like a python that wound tighter the more you moved. “We’ll be so happy.”

“Jimin, what the hell are you talking about?” your voice was just above a whisper as you felt less and less air being able to enter your lungs.

“When you told me to express my feelings to the one I liked, you were talking about you. I know you were. It only makes sense that you were talking about you. I could see the longing in your eyes,” he was on the edge of rambling now and his eyes were so dark with infatuation that you couldn’t see where his pupil and iris met.

“Jimin-” you began to shake your rapidly before knocking was heard from your door.

Both you and Jimin stood still and quiet. You couldn’t hear anything from the other side but you decided yelling out was worth a shot. But once you opened your mouth Jimin firmly covered it with his hand, the other tightening its hold around your waist.

“Y/n, are you in there?!” Jungkook’s muffled voice came through the wood of your door.

A few more seconds of silence and Jungkook opens the unlocked door. Something Jimin cursed himself for not worrying more about earlier. Jungkook’s sight landed on your terrified expression and Jimin’s arm around your body.

And Jungkook was livid.

#bts x reader #bts jimin #park jimin #yandere!bts #bts imagine #jimin x reader #yandere bts x reader #bts yandere #yandere!jimin #yandere jimin #park jimin x reader #answered asks #request #jungkook x reader #yandereish jungkook #jealous jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #re-write

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dreamwavesavedmysoul-blog · 5 years

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Hello World

Guess it’ll just be me talking to myself for a while but that's okay, I feel like I just need a space to lay out all my thoughts. As much as I try to keep myself from bottling up emotions, I also really dislike bothering people. I don’t know, people really haven’t told me that I’ve ever bothered them, but I just feel really anxious about talking too much and seeming annoying. It’s stupid I fucking know but whatever Hello my name’s Luis :^) Uhhhhh I guess a little about myself, I live near D.C, have really never done anything. That’s about it lol, I've stayed in a very tight bubble and I feel like I lived most of my life on the internet wondering what it’s like to actually have an interesting life. Oh, I’m lazy as fuck too, so all of the depression and shit that inspires artists all over the world to make shit, just makes me want to overeat and watch HBO shows for 14 hours straight. I think I like to write, at least it’s the latest in the series of “I have no idea what brings meaning into my life so I'm gonna try a bunch of different things and hope it sticks.” Writing honestly seems to come the most naturally to me, seeing as I talk way too fucking much. Or maybe that’s just delusions and I have no idea what I’m doing. So I guess yeah, enjoy my brain shit, this is basically a toilet for my random shit I guess. Expect uhhhh, I don’t even know, philosophical (lol) rants, shit I find annoying, shit that makes me happy, political shit maybe (spicy), anything that interests my very high brain, which is a lot of shit. Like I said in my bio feel free to DM me if you wanna talk, I don’t even think anyone even uses Tumblr anymore but whatever I wanna make friends and rant okiebye.

#rant #friends #message me pls #I have no idea why i'm doing this #void #im alone but maybe thats not a bad thing lol #talk #discussion #talk to meeeeeeeeeee or not lol u do u

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franklyshipping · 6 years

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The Best Brothers ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic (Reuploaded)

HEYA GUYS SO I'M REUPLOADING THIS FIC BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON I CAN'T HECKIN FIND IT ON MY BLOG AND I FORGOT TO PUT IT IN THE MASTERPOST TAG SOOOOO HERE IT IS REUPLOADED!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch @the-dapper-switch and @jackleeboy-man

’….and that one’s fer driftin’ round corne-see! There ya go, yer not bad at this.’

Jackie-Boy Man smiled curiously at the sound of a familiar crackled voice accomodating an unfamiliar encouraging tone, so the proudly postured hero traipsed down the corridor to investigate. Soon, other sounds filled his ears; the frantic pushing of buttons, acceleration…..and goofy music. So, when he entered the living space he grinned at the sight of Antisepticeye and Jameson Jackson sat side by side on the floor, playing mario kart. Anti had his eyebrows furrowed as he controlled his character, but somehow Jamie was ahead as they rounded the final corner towards the finish. Jackie withheld a snicker as he heard Anti growl.

‘No no no c'mon ya fucker c'mon-’

But it was over. Jamie had won, and his eyes sparkled as a truly excited smile spread across his face; he’d started shaking Anti’s shoulder and pointing to the screen enthusiastically when his winning score came up. Anti pursed his lips as he knocked Jamie’s hat off his head, mumbling.

'Yeah yeah congrats to you, damn beginners luck…..’

Despite his words, Jackie caught the gleam of fondness in Anti’s eyes when he saw Jamie so happy. He smirked as he stepped into the room and announced himself.

'Wow Jamie, you’re certainly having an impression on Anti, whenever the rest of us beat him he sulks and hides the pizza!’

Both Anti and Jamie turned to look at him, Jamie with a soft, bashful expression in contrast with Anti’s playful glare. Jackie snickered when Anti growled.

'Maybe that’s because a certain someone likes to brag like an ass.’

Out of the corner of his eye, Jackie saw Jamie let out a silent giggle as the hero playfully gasped and put his hand on his chest dramatically.

'Why now Anti, I merely enjoy celebrating my conquests! Nothing more, I assure you!’

Anti rolled his eyes and sneered as he replied, setting down his controller as amusement danced in his eyes.

'Uh huh, whatever you say spandex boy…..’

Jackie pursed his lips, but he was fighting a smile as he sat down on the floor next to them both. He copied Anti’s taunting tone, because this banterous relationship was just too damn fun.

'My heroic style choices aside, you certainly seem to have developed a soft, sweet side for our dear Jamie. Not that I blame you…..’

Jackie sent Jamie a cheeky grin, chuckling when Jamie’s cheeks went pink and he bowed his head. The mute man felt ever so flustered, he was fidgeting and hiding his smile as he felt two sets of eyes on him. Anti couldn’t help but spare the man a fond look, before sneering at Jackie and leaning towards him playfully.

'Just because I MAYBE wanna be nurturing, that doesn’t make me soft!’

Jackie smirked at Anti’s prickliness and his determination to maintain his “image”; it was too damn hilarious. Anti was withholding snarls at Jackie’s teasing, because of course he didn’t have a soft spot for the mute, overly exciteable, dramatic guy…..ahem. He pursed his lips when Jackie raised a teasing eyebrow, that was just visible above his mask.

'Nurturing? Awww how sweet and brotherly of you!’

Anti was almost ready to pounce at Jackie as he felt embarrassment bubbling in his tummy; he snarled.

'Hey! C'mon he’s a delicate as a damn flower, it’d be dumb not to look after him-’

Anti was surprised when a sharp poke to his shoulder cut him off; Jackie had also received the same gesture. They both turned to Jamie curiously, only to see that his cheeks were bright red, and his eyes were wide and indignant as his hands worked in a flurry to sign.

“I’m nothing like a flower, or delicate, I am strong you know!”

Jamie had been steadily getting more and more flustered as Anti and Jackie talked about him, and hearing them call him a delicate flower and saying they wanted to look after him was the most embarrassing thing in the world! He was a smart, dapper, refined gentleman, not anything soft or cute! Jamie had a soft frown on his face as he looked at them both, but then gulped when he saw them grin at each other. Jackie spoke first, teasingly.

'Oh we know you’re strong, no doubt about it! But you cannot deny how utterly sweet you are, I mean that pout of yours is proof on its own!’

Jamie’s eyes widened when he realised his bottom lip was stuck out further than he thought, and he could feel his cheeks getting hotter when he heard their amused chuckles; especially Anti’s slightly maniacal one.

'And the fact that ya get giddy over the smallest thing like carvin’ a pumpkin or winning a game, that’s just illegal cuteness! I swear I’ve never seen someone so adorably excitable and squeaky!’

Anti’s words were underlined with a low, taunting growl and came with a truly evil smirk that made Jamie want to curl up and hide away. He couldn’t believe that they were teasing him like this. He shrunk under their gazes as he shook his head and hid his face in his hands, and that only made his teasers aww and coo at him more.

'What’s wrong dapper boy? Can’t handle the truth?’

Jackie grinned at Anti’s evil cooing, and joined in just as enthusiastically.

'Awww poor Jamie, are we flustering yooou? Is that it?’

All they got in response was a high pitched squeak as he pulled his legs close so he could hide his face in his knees; Jamie was under an adorable delusion that if he hid he could escape the teasing. Of course, he was wrong. Jackie and Anti smirked at each other as they both observed Jamie’s embarrassed, curled up form amusedly. Anti leant in, his static giggle filling the room as he cooed.

'Are ya trynna ignore us now? I dunno about Jackie, but I think that’s kinda rude….’

Jamie tensed when he heard the subtle threat in Anti’s voice, and he nibbled his bottom lip when he heard Jackie muse just as mischievously.

'I was just about to say the same thing! If there’s one thing about being a septic, it’s that you never ignore your brothers…..’

Anti grinned at Jackie, feeling somewhat impressed at how teasy he was, noticing how his lowered tone made Jamie shiver…..but he noticed something else too. Jackie had trailed off, as if he’d had a sudden thought. Anti cocked his head at Jackie curiously as he watched the man’s lips slowly spread into a grin, and a malevolent one at that. He caught Jackie’s eye, and leant forward when the hero beckoned him, before whispering something in his ear. Anti had to withhold an evil chuckle as he drew back and nodded in agreement, and Jackie felt his fingers twitch with new excitement at his plan.

Jamie could feel nerves bubbling in his tummy at the silence in the room, and he was half-tempted to uncurl, but he refrained. Soon enough, he flinched with a gasp when he heard Anti’s voice from in front of him, it felt really close too.

'Y'know Jackie, whatcha said about being a septic…..it reminded me of an old lil tradition.’

Jamie gulped as his mind raced, what tradition? Why had he never heard of it before? What was it? What on earth were they planning now? He strained his ears as he heard shuffles of movement, and he repressed a nervous whine when he heard Jackie’s voice, which was now behind him.

'Y'know Anti, I think we might be thinking of the same thing! And despite how rude Jamie is….I think he has a right to partake, since he’s still a newbie to our family and all.’

Anti was biting his lip hard to fight the urge to laugh at how dumb their reasoning was for doing this, and Jackie was just the same. Yeah, they’re a strong hero and intimidating glitch combo, but what are they inside? Two goofy ass brothers who are too playful for their own good, which was something Jamie was soon going to find out. At their current words, Jamie had developed a hidden smile; despite his nerves at the unknown, he could feel the playfulness in the air and was getting giddier by the second. Also, the fact that he was being considered to be part of their family warmed Jamie’s heart more than anything had before, which also meant what happened next caught him off guard.

'What are we waiting for then? GET HIM!’

Jamie jumped at Anti’s yell, but then squealed and swiftly uncurled when he felt devious fingers tazering his sides. Jackie’s fingers. As soon as he’d uncurled, he felt hands latch onto his ankles and pull him so he was stretched out; he tried to somewhat squirm away, but with the hero AND the villain teaming up on him, what hope did he really have? So now he had arms hugging him to Jackie’s chest whilst Anti perched on his shins; Jamie’s hands moved so frantically it was like there was a deadly wasp in the room. He already knew what was in store, and it sent his heart racing.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry you don’t need to do this! I’ll never be rude or ignore anyone ever again, I swear I won’t!”

Jamie’s eyes were wide as he squirmed, and despite his arms being free, he couldn’t break free from the entrapment. Jackie and Anti knew that Jamie wouldn’t have been able to fight Jackie off, so they knew it was safe to leave his arms unattended; this combined well with the fact that it meant he could sign unhindered. See, there is some thought in the silliness! Jackie snickered into Jamie’s ear as Anti smirked playfully.

'Don’t think you can get out of this now! You’re aaaall ours to play wiiiiith!’

As Anti dragged out his words, he experimentally dragged a fingertip up one of Jamie’s bare soles. This made him jump and squeak in Jackie’s arms, his cheeks a solid pink at the realisation…..they were going to tickle him. Really tickle him. And there was nothing he could do. Anti kept up his gentle dragging over the skin as Jackie cooed into Jamie’s ear, letting his facial hair start to scratch and trace whilst Anti watched amusedly.

'This is the way it has to be Jamie! We can’t ignore tradition, it just HAS to be done!’

Jamie’s cheeks were a vibrant pink as he hurriedly scrunched his shoulders and descended into sweet squeaky giggling, already squirming helplessly from the light sensations. He may not have been a man of words, but his vocal chords were put to use occasionally. Those occasions were something that everyone around him strived to cherish and prolongue for as long as possible, Jackie and Anti being no different. The former, whose arms had snaked round Jamie’s middle, grinned as he let his own fingertips come into play; namely, letting them scratch over Jamie’s shirt-clad tummy. This, understandably, spurred Jamie’s signing.

“This is an unfair tradition! Let me go let me go!”

His tormentors snickered unsympathetically at the flustered man, keeping up their playfulness as Jamie giggled more frantically now, wriggling and arching his back in a weak attempt to escape. With Anti scratching his soles and Jackie tracing his soft, vulnerable tummy, Jamie figured that this was the worst it could get. It WAS more than one spot after all! Heh, poor naïve little Jamie. Jackie replied first as Anti grinned maniacally, adoring the entire scenario as he listened to Jackie coo.

'Unfair? Why it’s perfectly fair! We all had to endure this, and now it’s your turn! C'mon, after all…..it’s only tickling.’

Jamie’s cheeks were a solid crimson as he bowed his head in embarrassment, letting out a few whimpers when he heard Anti cackle and follow on from Jackie’s teasing.

'Yeah Jamie, ye can handle a few lil coochie coochie coos can’t ya?’

Jamie was shaking his head with wide, pleading brown eyes before he could stop himself; the rest of him was shaking too. His feet twitched and tummy quivered, the latter even more now as Jackie’s fingers pinched his delicate waistline; this made Jamie cackle loudly and deeply as Anti and Jackie teased.

'Y'know I don’t think he can! Poor guy’s too ticklish for his own good!’

Jackie purred first, letting his lips and teeth drag over Jamie’s ticklish ears, making their owner squeal and toss his head sporadically. Jackie was having so much fun with this, for a righteous guy he sure enjoyed having someone at his mercy….as did Anti. It was Anti’s turn to taunt now, and he took his sweet, sweet time. Hogging the limelight, as always. He scratched at the balls of Jamie’s feet with an evil nonchalance as he growled.

'So ticklish and soooo helpless, knowing that all ya can do is try and take it. Take the scratching on your poor little feet, take the tracing at your waist, take the nips and nuzzles at your vulnerable little ears…..and even with your hands free…..’

Anti suddenly leant closer to Jamie, teeth gleaming in a feral smile, relishing in the man’s desperate screeches at his tickling techniques. Jamie had never imagined that tickling could…..tickle so badly; Anti’s cooing only made the torment of his skin feel even worse.

’…..you can’t fight back. There’s nothing you can do to save yourself…..it must be driving ya crazy.’

Even Jackie felt himself shiver at those words…..Anti always had something unique to bring to the party. However, Jamie’s whimpers and shudders spurred him to carry on his squeezing of soft flesh and nibbling of sweet nerves, and he ended up returning Anti’s wild smile as they both heard him wail with laughter and sign pleadingly.

“It tickles so bad! I can’t take it please, it’s so flustering please I’ll do anything! Please brothers please!!”

Jamie’s eyes were beginning to water as his laughter remained a loud, bubbly stream of mirth; Jamie was a mess. His cheeks a deep crimson, the hair atop his hair mussed beyond belief, and even his moustache was askew on his face! He was always jumping and trying to curl up as ticklish bolts shot through his torso and neck; all Jackie’s doing. On top of that, his feet felt alive and like they were being tormented by bugs or skittering monsters, endeavouring to make him squeal suddenly. So many nerves….so many ticklish spots being exploited….and yet, he was so happy; it was hard for him not to be.

'Awww, did ya hear that Jackie? He called us brothers, doesn’t it just melt yer heart?!’

Jackie chuckled at Anti dramatization, but he knew deep down that Anti was deeply touched…..because he was too, and he had a goofy grin in place rather than an evil one for a millisecond. Jackie buried his face into Jamie’s neck, grinning as he felt the extent of his blush, as well as his little hysterical hiccups. He mumbled gently.

'It sure does…..almost enough to make me wanna hand out some mercy, whaddaya think?’

Jackie looked to Anti who pursed his lips, humming playfully as he observed Jamie’s dishevelled state, before sighing dramatically with a snicker. His voice was drawled out in sync with him sliding crawling off of Jamie’s shins, his fingers being lifted away effortlessly.

'Ahhh, I guess yer right, it’s a bit soon to get him to unconsciousness I guess….’

Jamie’s wide eyes fluttered in relief as he felt them both retract their tickly touches, and he immediately covered his face with his hands and hid in Jackie’s warm chest, giggling residually as he tiredly signed.

“Thank you so much….oh goodness that was intense.”

Jamie felt his blush persist when he heard Jackie chuckle, feeling his chest shake beneath his cheek as Jamie let his hands and arms flop. Jackie had to fight the urge to coo giddily at how snuggly and utterly cute the mute man was, but he figured he’d save it for another time. Jackie carded one of his hands through Jamie’s unruly hair, whilst his other hand rubbed the man’s tummy to soothe away any tingles, all the while he mumbled quietly.

'That’s tradition for you, it has to be that way so that the special ones….the meaningful ones, are separated out from everyone else…’

Jamie shifted and looked up at Jackie, mouth agape in curiosity as he listened. Then he smiled warmly and embarrassedly when Jackie placed a kiss on his forehead, mumbling with a broad grin.

’….and you’re one of those people Jamie. Welcome to the family.’

Jamie felt a warmth shiver in his chest….and he couldn’t stop smiling. The sudden statement had taken him off guard, and that kinda made it even more special. He nestled into Jackie’s chest and relished in the comforting contact. However….there was something amiss. Anti. His smile was genuine as he observed them, head cocked to the side, but it dimmed a little as he started to sidle away from them quietly. Or, he tried. Before he’d even managed to move an inch, a hand had grasped his t-shirt and yanked him into the embrace, and Anti felt his cheeks get warm when Jamie smiled triumphantly, and Jackie chuckled amusedly. He pursed his lips as he wordlessly nestled in with them….although, maybe there was the odd mumble about a cheeky, delicate flower. Shrubbery aside….they embraced for a good while….but maybe with the odd poke or shove. Just like real brothers.

WELP I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT WOOP WOOP XXX

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wellhellsbelles · 6 years

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Que Será Será, Part II

i got over excited and couldn’t help but post the second part. and yes, there will be one more part after this because i decided it’d be better if i split the grand finale of the fic into two separate parts. the last part will be the perspective of our dear riley :)

anyway, enjoy!

ao3 link found here.

Farkle is twenty-four, going on twenty-five, and his whole world, this existence he’s procured for himself, is getting ready to shatter.

He’s never been one to pace around his house anxiously, but he’s also never been waiting to turn twenty-five before, the seconds ticking away at the clock a reminder of something he’s never once had faith in.

That is, until now.

Even he can’t deny the fact that he wants so desperately to have letters appear on his skin at this point; he’s been fooling himself for years, trying so hard to dispute something that has a high probability of occurring. He’s seen numerous friends go through it that he can’t deny it any longer, which is why he’s wearing a hole into his tile kitchen floor, each minute passing by slower than the next.

Maya insisted she be there, but Farkle wouldn’t let her. This was going to be an experience he had to deal with by himself, to figure out how he felt about it. After all, his opinion on the matter had changed drastically within the course of a month, and he was still dealing with the numerous possibilities that were running through his mind.

Millions of trillions of possibilities, each one a figure he could not even begin to understand, let alone imagine.

It’s probably Riley’s romantic tendencies that have rubbed off on him, he figures, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s waiting for something he never even once believed in.

Until now.

He’s not quite sure what changed his mind. Of course, seeing his friends have the writing appear on their wrists was a factor, but that alone wasn’t enough to change his mind.

Maybe it’s delusions of grandeur.

To think that he’s so important that his wrist warrants a soulmate mark, that he deserves one in the first place, might just be borderline laughable. But he doesn’t ignore his heart’s desires, just this once, and waits for the night to pass and for the letters to appear.

His twelve-year-old self would be laughing at him right now for being so foolish; Farkle’s just glad he’s let himself be open to love. He appreciates not being jaded and cynical, not letting logic rule over every part of him (just most of it).

Farkle is . . . excited. He’s genuinely excited to be a part of this sort of rite of passage, this sort of magic life holds that science can’t explain for, if his apprehensive shifting is any indicator. He stops for several seconds occasionally, just to adjust a picture frame on his wall or to drum his fingers on the kitchen table or the countertops to bide his time.

And then it happens—one minute before the day of his birthday, and the countdown in his head rattles his body, sends goosebumps tingling amongst his skin. Fifty seconds becomes forty, thirty, twenty, and then he’s down to the final ten seconds, and he counts the seconds in his head, practically holding his breath in.

Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . seven . . . six . . . five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . .

One.

His phone vibrates immediately, both to relay his alarm for his annual birthday reminder, as well as mass texts filing in from his friends. Farkle places his phone down on the counter gently, wobbling as his breath catches, the anticipation building with every passing second after midnight. Then he lifts his wrist—the left, of course, always the left—and gingerly and carefully moves up his sleeve, the black lettering coming to view almost instantaneously.

And then he gasps, loudly and very audibly, covering his wrist back up immediately.

It wasn’t a stranger. It wasn’t an acquaintance he met once in passing, or a face that only manifested itself in his dreams when his brain was trying to make sense of the world around him during slumber. No.

It was Riley Matthews.

[Hartbreaker]

yoooooooooooooooooooo who yo soulmate be ya NERD

you can tell me i promise i won’t spill

probably

well maybe not

but you can still tell me

cause

I WANNA KNOWWWW

WILL YOU SHOW MEEEE

I WANNA KNOW ABOUT YOUR SOULMATE MARK, PLEASE

get it? phil collins!!!

. . .

???

u out there???

[Zayday]

k if u aren’t gonna tell maya then u gotta tell me

we cool

cooler than cool

ice cold

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT

come ON you gotta appreciate that

okay, okay i get it i won’t ask

just text me if u alright?

i won’t do the annoying thing again i promise

. . .

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT

maybe i lied a little about that

sorry man i am who i am

but seriously minkus

TEXT US

[Huckleberry Friar]

First of all

Is my name still Huckleberry Friar in your phone?

I feel like you should change that because Maya doesn’t need the satisfaction of everyone in our friend group having my name as that in their phone

Secondly

Are you okay?

I don’t care about the other thing

Just wanna make sure you’re doing fine

Come meet me for lunch if you want I’m going to that pizza parlor around the corner

We can just chill and catch up just lemme know

[Isadora Smackle]

I have heard that you are not answering phones.

Well, you answered Lucas, which is nice.

But I feel like you owe the rest of us the courtesy of answering our phones.

Also, we have a birthday party planned for you that I was not supposed to spill about, but I feel like you are obligated to come to that.

I am just informing you of this.

I will also drag you out by your ear if I have to.

That is all.

[Smiley Riley]

Hey, are you doing alright?

Is this a mid-midlife crisis?

Should I be running over to your apartment to check on you?

I just really worry about you, Farkle.

Okay, you definitely don’t have to answer our texts, but you definitely have to show up at my apartment tonight at eight.

FOR NO REASON AT ALL

JUST A COOL FRIEND HANG OUT NO SPECIAL OCCASION HERE

Dress up nice, though. I know you can do it, Minkus!

Also there might be a certain dessert involved?

Also also objects of particular interest to you that are uhhhh covered in pretty paper that will be relinquished unto you??

I’m really bad at this please just come to your party tonight I made a really cool cake (thanks Pinterest!!) and you’ve got lots of good presents and I feel like you need a hug.

See you tonight! ♥♥

[OPERATION: TOTALLY NOT FARKLE’S BDAY]

Riley: Okay no one talk about the YOU KNOW WHAT at the party

Riley: It’s officially off limits

Maya set the nickname for Riley Matthews to Lame Nerd.

Maya: Uh huh

Maya: Suuuuuuuuuure

Lame Nerd: Maya!!!!!

Lame Nerd set the nickname for Maya Hart to Stupid Dummy.

Stupid Dummy: Good comeback, Lame Nerd!

Lucas set the nickname for Riley Matthews to Riley.

Lucas set the nickname for Maya Hart to Maya.

Lucas: Come on, guys.

Lucas: I agree with Riley. Don’t talk about it. If he wants to tell us, he can, but don’t press him.

Lucas: It is his birthday, after all.

Smackle: I second that. I don’t want you two to ruin the party.

Maya: You two??

Smackle: You and Zay.

Zay: Awwwww how come I gotta be called out like this

Maya: It is what it is, Zay

Riley: Alright, you two are outvoted by Smackle and Lucas and I.

Riley: No talking about it!!!

Riley: Also, Zay

Zay: Yes?

Riley: Please wear something nice.

Riley: As in, NOT YOUR TUXEDO T-SHIRT

Riley: If you’d like, I’ll send you a list of APPROPRIATE wear

Zay: You’re no fun!!!!!

Riley: ISAIAH BABINEAUX

Riley: YOU WILL DO AS I SAY OR YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO THE PARTY

Zay: Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine MOM

Lucas: Don’t sass your mother

Maya: Yeah, ZAY. Don’t sass your mother!!!!

Riley: When did you all agree on me being your mom????

Smackle: A while back.

Smackle: Mom

Smackle: :)

Smackle set Riley Matthews nickname as Mom.

Mom: I’LL ONLY ALLOW THIS FOR THIS GROUP

Smackle: Oh, Bubbles

Maya: Oh, Hon

Zay: Too late

Lucas: DEFINITELY too late

Mom: YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST

Mom: . . .

Mom: Please arrive at 7:30 for set up thank you

Mom: GOODBYE FOREVER

Mom left the group.

Maya: Awwww party pooper

Turning twenty-five is not all it’s cracked up to be.

As Farkle sips at his light beer, he watches his friends from beside Riley’s bookshelf as they argue about what to do next, and Farkle really loves them, he really does.

But he wants to leave.

He’s got this overwhelming suffocation in his chest, both from anxiety and proximity to Riley, who doesn’t know she’s supposed to be his soulmate. And by the time she does, it probably won’t even matter to her because she’ll be happy where she is, most likely married to her current boyfriend.

She likes Daniel, as she should—he’s a veterinarian, part-time afterschool tutor. He’s got a great dog that loves her unabashedly, and she fits right into his picturesque home like the last piece of a puzzle.

And that, that is the reason why he doesn’t tell her. But what does he say? He certainly can’t tell them that his best friend’s name is on his wrist; that’s a disaster waiting to happen. Farkle’s had enough rejection in his life time, and for Riley to find out they’re supposed to be together because some unknown force dictated it?

She wouldn’t care for it.

Yes, she does care for him, he’s not unaware of that fact. But caring for someone and being in love with someone are two different things, and Farkle knows for certain that Riley is not in love with him. If she was, they’d be living together happily, and instead of his party being thrown at her house, it be their house.

But there will never be their house, it will always be his house and her house, and Farkle will remain infinitely in love with a girl who doesn’t feel the same way.

Honestly, this whole ordeal is just a punch to the gut, and Farkle would rather stick his head in the toilet for a full minute than admit what his wrist says, so he decides then and there what he’s going to do.

He’s going to pretend he doesn’t have a soulmate mark and live for an eternity with his wrist covered so that no one ever has to know.

It’s for the best, really.

“Okay, Farkle, it’s settled. You’re going to stop moping against this bookshelf and come join us for a fun dance party with no complaints. And you’re gonna dance with me first!” Riley appears at his side, tugging at his left arm. Farkle’s initial reaction is to pull away, but he doesn’t want to make her suspicious, so he complies and lets Riley tug him to the living room as Maya puts on her favorite playlist.

The music starts and immediately Riley starts jumping around, her periwinkle lace dress swishing around her as she beams brightly, her eyes pleading for him to join her. He sighs, setting down his beer so that he can comply, because when can he ever say no to her?

It’s impossible.

And as the room becomes drowned out by Maya’s music and the visage of Riley, Farkle wishes he could live in this moment forever—uncomplicated, undemanding, effortless.

If only.

If only, if only, if only.

Farkle, after turning twenty-five and getting the name of a person who will, despite the forces of the universe trying, never love him back, finds dating to be extremely difficult.

And yeah, it sort of makes sense. People don’t flock to people with soulmate marks, and if they do, it’s because they’re looking for the match to their soulmate mark.

So Farkle quickly learns to deal with the fact that he’s going to be alone forever; that’s just how it’s going to go.

But he tries anyway, because he’s a fucking idiot, that’s what. It never lasts, even the ones that promise him it will, and all of it can be explained by the other person soon finding their soulmate and ditching him. It drives him up the wall, but he gets it. He really does.

It doesn’t help that he knows he’s in love with Riley still, too. How can he not? If he had gotten her name tattooed on his wrist when he was younger, he would’ve fainted, maybe even died from shock. But now that he’s older and his love for her has become more solidified, more an actual part of him rather than just a fleeting feeling, he can’t deny the fact that he is hers forever, regardless of what capacity.

Not that he’d ever tell her what capacity he’d prefer it to be. Riley is his oldest and dearest friend next to Maya. Feelings complicate things and make them messy, and the last thing he wants to do is make things messy with the girl who makes his life better by just being in it.

Ugh, he’s a fucking sap.

He’s also in love with his best friend, and for the first time in his life, Farkle Minkus has no idea what to do.

#riarkle #riley x farkle #farkle x riley #riarkle fanfiction #bella writes #soulmate au

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forgot to crosspost this oops

anyway, daran/ranzai/whatever the heck you call it is hecking gr8 m8

warning for suicide ments and attempted sorta not really suicide and nikki self-projecting onto fictional characters

“Walking in love with you (and maybe attempted drowning)”

“Dazai.” Ranpo glances over at his co-worker, “I want to try.” The words earn a tilt from the other man, “Ranpo? I have no idea what you mean…”

“Y’know,” he waves his arms around, as if that would explain all. “Double. That stuff.” Ranpo folds his arms, “I wanna see if it’s all you crack it up to be.”

A stifled laughter from Dazai, “You, of all people?”

A further frown. “What of it? You’re so desperate, you should be grateful someone like me is even considering the idea.”

“You never seemed the type to…”

“To what?”

“You’re always so chipper-“ “Hy-po-cri-te.” Ranpo pokes his chest. “C’mon, local river. It’s a nice sunset, perfect for an ending.”

It was…unexpected to say the least, for Dazai, his head billowing with questions as the two strode along. Thankfully, there wasn’t much work to be done (not that the two did any of it anyway), but it stirred a sense of anxiety.

“What’s the matter?” Ranpo glances over at Dazai, as if the notion of drowning the two of them had absolutely no implications or consequences.

“Well, before you die, I need to know why.”

The word stopped Ranpo, as he lowered his hat. “What’s the point? It’s the end, it’s how not why.”

“I figured you were better than that, detective. There’s reasons for everything.”

A puff from the detective himself. “…You’re impossible, you know.” He folds his arms. “How about this- stats say that most suicide attempts are unsuccessful, so if we live- I’ll tell you.”

Dazai raises an eyebrow, but complies. “Well then, I will.”

“We will.” A smirk.

It seemed like a joke, it seemed like a dream to Dazai. Did he have mushrooms again? No, that can’t be it. It was a day like any other, and Ranpo just…strides up to him like it was nothing. For once, Dazai was at a loss. Ranpo always seemed so…self-assured and comedic, always cheery- doesn’t that sound familiar. He had always thought about this, planned this- drowning, watching the bubbles float above you, feeling hands go cold until they stop, watching blue slowly fade to black.

It’s like Ranpo isn’t even there. Was he? Did Dazai just manipulate him into coming with him, did he even want to? No, that’s not it. Logic made him recount it in his mind, the sequence of events. How, wasn’t enough. Why. A pronumeral, an undefined. Second thoughts, second thoughts about second thoughts about second thoughts. Two. Two was a good number. Close yet alone. Alone together. Layered thoughts and depths greater than one or five or fourty-two. Second thoughts. How many ways could second thoughts be? Thoughts of death of life, of affirmation, of self-doubt.

His mind is flooded as he feels water choke his words. He opens his eyes and he’s still standing, looking at the river-death-bed. Dazai’s eyes flicker a moment to Ranpo’s, and they’re closed. But by the cinch of his face, it wasn’t so commonly the laziness of not being bothered to keep them open, but in concentration. A problem he couldn’t solve. Death, life. Solutions and problems in and of themselves. Ranpo took a step. Dazai didn’t. A splash.

“What’s the matter?” Ranpo looks up. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Does anyone want to die? Is a dry answer that’s so close to his lips. A question Dazai, of all people, never thought he’d be asking.

“…You don’t want to.” A slither of green shows itself in Ranpo’s face, and his mouth opens for a further word, but ceases.

Dazai looks down. He hasn’t even gotten close to dying and yet the adrenaline is already rushing through him.

“I understand you a little better now.” Ranpo says simply, and he sets himself down on the grass, stretching his arms.

“What, that I’m weak?” A weak laugh emerges, a sense of dumb-foundedness flickering through Dazai’s head.

“Nope.” Ranpo glances at him. “Rather the opposite really.”

“What do you mean-“

“Your legs are aching enough from what you did two days ago, so I wouldn’t recommend standing up for too long.” He pats the grass next to him, a dull ache in Dazai’s ribs growing.

“You knew.” Dazai smiles, his hands flitting to his face. “I’m an idiot, of course you know. You’d know everything.”

“My ability wouldn’t work on you.” Ranpo smiles, “Besides, surely you wouldn’t think that I’d be so intrusive, right?”

“I’m sure.” Dazai weakly stifles his laughter, unsure himself if Ranpo doubted he had an ability.

The two only had the silence of the breeze to repose.

“Though, I’d be lying if I said that it was purely experimental.” Ranpo murmured. “I don’t understand you, and if I don’t know everything that’s going on around me I get muddled up.”

“Ranpo, I’ve been in the Agency for two years.” “Precisely. It’s…frustrating. Among other things.”

“Other things? I, of all people, am eluding the greatest detective there is?”

The words put a wide grin on Ranpo, “Yep.” The smile ebbed away, “It reminds me of something.”

“What?”

“How…surprisingly empty it is.” Ranpo mumbled, as if he was simply talking about the weather. “The fact that despite satisfaction, humans need other people. For example,” He points at Dazai. “You could honestly kill yourself at any moment. But you don’t want to go alone. I’ve had hundreds of cases where the motives been the same thing, love, friendship, jealousy, all…feelings.”

He shrugs. “I don’t get it, and for the most part it doesn’t bother me but…” “Sometimes it does.” Dazai finishes the sentence.

A snap of fingers. “Pre-cise-ly. My, you’re a regular Poirot, aren’t you?”

“I prefer Nero, less walking and a comfy chair.” “I know that I wasn’t going to do it. Logic dictates that much of me, but there are anomalies.” Ranpo frowns, “You’re logical yourself, and yet you rattle on about dying. When I was younger, I used to wonder what it’d be like to throw myself in a furnace, like the case where they tried to hide evidence at all cost.”

“Ranpo, I understand what you’re saying here, but I don’t understand what you’re getting at.” Dazai glances at him, and he isn’t sure if the ache grows or lessens.

“I wanted to know the process behind it. Double suicide, all the other things.” Dazai smiled with realisation, “Ah, Ranpo- I think you’re talking about love.”

“Love?” Ranpo frowned, “Don’t be absurd.”

“You hold an interest for me?” “Yes, but it isn’t love. Love is when you completely disregard a person’s faults and just… enjoy them for eye and arm candy. I simply couldn’t think that of someone.” But the words of self doubt fell on his lips, “…I think.”

“Is that what you think love is?”

“Apparently, love gives the same chemical reaction as a cocaine addiction, and from cases I’ve seen, there is some truth to that.” Ranpo hums. “It’s perplexing.”

“You didn’t answer the question.” Dazai presses further.

“I don’t know!” Ranpo throws his hands up in the air, scattering the grass strewn about. “What does it matter?” He sneers, “It was all some ploy to see if you really would do it, happy?”

Dazai smiles, “Are you?”

“…” Ranpo flops down on the grass with a huff. “Can’t believe this, a detective like myself can’t even solve this. That’s it, too complicated. I don’t care, it’s so vexing that even with an eternity no one could possibly solv-“

“Do you want to kiss me, Ranpo?”

“Yes, jeez- you and your incessant questions, at least try to think for yourself for once.” His mouth ran off a little too quickly. “I…said yes, that’s correct.” Ranpo nodded to himself, affirming his thoughts. “That’s why we came here today. Among other things. Lots of other things. As if I’d be so simple-minded to just ‘love’ someone and be ignorant of their qualities, that’s delusion more than anything.”

Ranpo opened his eyes, gazing at Dazai’s own. “And you?”

“Would I accept a double suicide from you?” Ranpo frowns, poking his chest. “Too many questions! I ask you a simple thing and you answer with a question! You’re ridiculous. Besides, if you’re so eager to die, you’d humour anyone’s rambling, regardless if they were as amazing as me.”

“You deduced it yourself though, I…” Dazai glanced to the side with a smile. “I didn’t figure I would want to die with someone that would love me. I wouldn’t, as long as that sense of chance was still there.” “Chance. We’re just leaving things to luck now, fantastic.” Ranpo rolls his eyes.

“That’s how it is. Does that bother you?”

“Yes.” Hesitation. “and no.”

“You’re hopeless.” Dazai chuckles, wrapping an arm around Ranpo. “Says the suicide maniac.”

“Regardless, you seem to have fallen in love with a suicide maniac, and I, a detective.” A soft kiss on the cheek, Ranpo kept him there, joining his lips with Dazai’s own.

Before propping up, “Don’t be so idiotic.” He smirks, as the two started to stride along. “I wouldn’t be so ridiculous as to ‘fall’ in love with you. I merely walked in love with you.” An understanding, for things that couldn’t be understood.

#daran #ranzai #bsd #dazai x ranpo #my writing #dazai #ranpo #if any y'all ship this hmu pls pls pls

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