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maestrarem · 1 year

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The Agony of the Past

A woman screeching in rage drives her car fast on a slippery road in heavy rain. Tears pour as she cries in agony. But she was shocked when the light invaded her eyes and she lost her control. The unbearable noise deafened the young woman, and all she saw was herself covered in blood.

"Happy Birthday to you"

"Happy Birthday, happy birthday" "They are very beautiful ladies!" "Awww look at them, they're so cute!"

Everyone is clapping, and the guests are singing enthusiastically at a feast. Smiling and happy, celebrating the birthdays of two kids. But a horrible incident took away their smiles. People panicked and hid in the corners in despair as the dangerous guys who attacked them continued to fire their weapons. But everything came to a state of shock when a middle-aged woman screamed and knocked her out.

"FRONCEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

When she opened her eyes, the girl was catching her breath and gasping for air. Minutes had passed when she thought of her dream, she frowned, unable to comprehend the dream. But she was certain of one thing: it had something to do with her life. She took a peek around and at her oxygenated hand. Her sleeping mother is next to it. She caressed her hair, and as she did so, her mother awoke. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, and she grinned. "I was afraid I'd lose you as well, my dear." Because of what she had heard, the girl scowled and asked her mother, but she only shook her head and smiled. "Nothing, honey; I'm just glad that you're finally awake." She said this while staring lovingly at her daughter. The door opened, revealing her best friend's wailing face: "Finallyyyyyyy, you're awakeeeeeee!" This scream turned the young woman's face sour. "What the hell!" you're making such a noise!" Kashmir, the hospitalized girl said. Levain shrugged and rolled her eyes because of her friend's attitude and hugged her.

As the woman cried her way out of the room, the doctor and Kashmir's mother locked glances. "How is my daughter, doc?" she said. "Why doesn't she seem to remember anything?" The doctor exhaled deeply and spoke, weakening the lady's knees. "W-what?" she exclaimed in surprise as her tears flowed and she couldn't see anything since it was obscured by her tears. "Unluckily, your daughter has amnesia; she is unable to recall what transpired to her last night, and it is possible that she won't ever recall it." The mother took a deep breath and relaxed herself before speaking. "Is there any way to recover my daughter's memory?" The doctor shook his head, tapped the lady on the shoulder, and walked away, but the lady seemed out of place, and she just sat there in a state of confusion.

A person who had been lurking in a corner, on the other hand, smirked and was overjoyed to hear about the discussion between the lady and the doctor. It smirked and laughed like a lunatic, saying, "At last, I can get my revenge!" Kashmir's mother was out walking alone, carrying goods from the convenience shop because her daughter was still in the hospital. As she walks alone, she suddenly loses consciousness and collapses to the ground. On the other hand, the two friends were talking happily, but Levain's eyes couldn't disguise the anguish she was feeling as her eyes showed sadness and pity by just looking at her friend's condition.

"Hey, are you alright?" Kashmir asked, patting her pal on the back in her absence. Kashmir hit Levain hard and stared at her, bringing her back to reality. "Hey, what was that for?!" Levain said, holding the back of her neck, but Kashmir raised both of her hands and laughed. "You look stupid; what are you thinking about?" she asked her pal. "None of your business!" she exclaimed, sticking her tongue out like a toddler. They were taken aback when the door unexpectedly opened, exposing the mother, who was bleeding and had wounds on both arms. Kashmir wanted to hurry and help her mother, but her body was still weak, so only Levain was able to run fast and assist the lady.

"Mom, what happened to you?! Who did this to you?" Kashmir demanded fiercely, feeling heartbroken for her mother. "It's nothing, my dear; Mama was robbed by two men who forced me to give them all my money; I tried to fight them, but they were too strong, which caused me these injuries," she explained as her body weakened. Mrs. Kastin, Kashmir's mother, sat down and rested after being treated by Levain. "Are you sure you're fine?" Kashmir questioned, looking worriedly at her mother. The mother nodded and smiled. But Kashmir had a feeling something unusual had happened to her mother, but she just shook her head and ignored it.

Two weeks later, everything was back to normal. Kashmir, on the other hand, seems restless in recent days due to her inattention and intense thought. Her phone rang as she headed down the stairs. She grumbled when she discovered there was no name, just numbers shown. She was astonished to hear a frightening voice warning her of what was about to happen. "Leaves fall off one by one until it's merely a lifeless tree," the caller stated, further puzzling Kashmir. "What foolishness is this?" she asked herself, bewildered. Kashmir appeared to be oblivious and deep in contemplation as Levain continued to talk and chitchat inside the cafeteria while she and Kashmir were eating. Her friend patted her on the back, and she was startled by how Levain acted. "Hey, are you okay?" Levain asked her buddy when she noticed she wasn't paying attention and wasn't listening to what Levain was trying to tell her. Kashmir simply shook her head and ate her lunch quietly.

When the bell rang, everyone had already walked out of the school to go home. Meanwhile, Kashmir was out walking when she realized she had been tailed. She slowed down and looked to verify whether her suspicions were true, but she saw no evidence of anybody, so she kept going. She went inside their house to check on her mother after she screamed loudly when she noticed a bloodied rat in front of their door upon her arrival. Kashmir screamed and dialed her mother's number, but no one answered. Kashmir investigated the entire house but found no trace of her mother. She felt uncomfortable when she remembered what the anonymous caller said to her, so she ran to the house while trying to call her mother. "Come on, Mom. Pick up the phone!" she pleaded, because her mother was out of reach as she walked back and forth, restless. But a voice soothed her, and her expression brightened when she spotted her mother cheerfully waving at her. The mother was panting as if she had been working out. "Mom, where did you came from? I've been calling you for a while," she asked gently, and before the mother could respond, she held her tightly and burst into tears. The mother scowled at her daughter's demeanor and asked as to the root of the problems. "Why, my dear? What happened?" she asked, but her daughter only shrugged and grinned.

Kashmir awoke with the sun directly hitting on her face and rubbed her eyes. But she was startled to hear someone crying in the living room, so she hurried there right away. She sees her mother sobbing and grieving while holding the dress that reminds her of Kashmir's grandmother, who was her father's mother. "Mom? Why are you crying?" she questioned gently, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw her mother looking so distraught. The mother talked with sorrowful eyes, weakening Kashmir's knees. "H-huh?" she murmured, her tears pouring continuously.

"Your grandmother is dead, Kashmir; she was murdered."

Kashmir brushed her mother's back while she cried and dried her tears. But she stopped when her phone rang again, and she scowled even more when the same number called again. She hesitated to respond, but something drove her to, so she told her mother something was up and walked away to answer the phone. "What do you need?" she said bluntly. The caller sighed and then spoke, which puzzled Kashmir. "Be careful; the evil is taking you." "Who's the enemy?! Did you know who slaughtered my grandmother? Did you have anything to do with this matter?" she said fiercely, as the caller appeared to know what was going on. She is baffled as to why her grandmother was murdered. She was so nice and had no enemies that she was shocked to find she had been murdered. "The clock is ticking. Be strong, It's not over yet. I hope you're resilient enough to confront your fears." Kashmir shouted and yanked her hair out of rage since everything was a disaster. But, before approaching her mother, she took a long breath and composed herself.

"Are you okay, Sizzyy?" Levain asked as she noticed Kashmir was zoning out. She simply nodded and smiled. "Kash, are you really okay?" Levain asked again, concerned, but Kashmir only sighed. "I don't know, Levain. It seems like someone is bent on destroying our family. First, Grandma was assassinated. Who's next?" Kashmir's tears dropped as she remembered the demise of her grandmother, so Levain stood up and hugged her friend. Kashmir had been walking on the side of the road on her way home when she experienced a strong breeze and felt cold. "It was nothing at all, Kashmir. Calm down," she whispered, attempting to calm herself since she felt something peculiar. She just jumped in surprise when her phone rang, and she was much more worried when she saw her aunt Cathy's name on the screen. "Auntie, why are you calling me? Is there something wrong?" she said, but there was no response from her as the other line remained silent.

When she heard a scary voice that sent chills down her spine, Kashmir frowned and called her auntie several times. "Your time is running out, Kashmir; be ready; it's your turn," the mystery caller said calmly on the opposite side of the line. Kashmir cried angrily, knowing something awful had happened to Aunt Cathy. "You rascal! What did you do to Aunt Cathy?" she demanded fiercely, but the phone was stopped. She was enraged and went into their house, but she came to an abrupt end when she saw no one. She dialed her mother's number and scanned her eyes from every room in the home. "Kash, I'm here," her mother said from the street. "Mom, where did you go?" she asked. "I just had a quick chat with our neighbors, why Kash?" Kashmir sobbed as she recalled what had happened earlier.

They got interrupted when someone called them and it was her Uncle Warren. As she saw the caller's id, her heart skipped a beat as something strange happened. "K-kash......" her Uncle Warren said so softly and sobbing. Kashmir became uneasy because of what her Uncle sounds like. "U-uncle... W-what is it?" she calmly said while stuttering, unable to talk clearly. "Y-your Aunt Ca-cathy..... she-she's.... gone....," her Uncle Warren murmured softly. Cathy, her aunt, was her father's sister. Kashmir drops the phone, and tears flow down her cheeks. Her eyes darkened as she became outraged. She dashed off and contacted the mysterious caller again, but the caller did not respond. She hailed down a cab and asked to be dropped off at her aunt Cathy's place. She was depressed when she arrived since there were blood traces right outside their residence.

But Kashmir's world seems to think of and come to a standstill as she runs into someone in her haste to enter the house. Someone she had never been suspicious of, someone close to her, and someone she trusted. "L-Levain?" she hesitantly calls her friend, whom she had run into. When Levain saw her friend, her eyes widened and she immediately walked away, but Kashmir grabbed her wrist. She couldn't look at her friend, and it appeared like she was hiding something strange. "Why are you here, and why are you carrying a gun?" she asked as she inspected the weapon. "It's nothing, K-kash!" she exclaimed, unable to meet Kashmir's gaze. Kashmir only shook her head as it dawned on her that she was one of the perpetrators. Levain eventually said her goodbyes. "I hope I'm wrong, Levain," she said quietly as she saw her friend walk away from her. "Because I won't be afraid to kill you," she murmurs as she turns her back.

"Look at them, daddy; they were adorable to each other," a middle-aged mother said as she gazed at her two kids. Her spouse held her and smiled at her. "I'm so glad you made this family, honey," but a huge explosion interrupted their family day as some invaders arrived. "Honey, bring the kids down the basement," her husband urged as he primed the gun and pointed it at the door. Despite her hesitations, the woman obeyed her husband's command and went into the basement to hide. Multiple gunshots were heard, causing the woman to cry aloud as she feared about her husband and prayed frantically that he would be safe. The firing eventually ceased, and it appeared like the bad men had left. The woman swiftly climbed up, leaned on a chair, and sat down, her tears falling uncontrollably.

"FROSTIIIIINNN"

Kashmir regained consciousness as she gasped for air and gripped her chest. She believes that there is something unusual going on in her dream, and that it has something to do with her identity. She frowned because the persons in her dream felt familiar, prompting her to ponder. As she descended the stairs, she noticed her mother peeking inside a cabinet. She called as her mother was astonished and immediately closed the drawers. Kashmir scowled and asked as to what she was doing in the antique cabinet, but the mother simply smiled and left.

Kashmir's phone rang when she was washing her hands. "You're getting close to the truth, the truth about yourself," she scowled, but she was even more perplexed when her phone rang again, and her face showed fear of hearing her mother's name. "What?!" she exclaimed angrily, cutting the phone. She dashed away, ignoring the onlookers. Her eyes darkened, and she became furious.

"Your mother is next."

"I swear, I'm going to kill whoever you are," she snarled coldly as she dashed away. When she came home, she stopped when she noticed that the door was broken and pieces of glass spread over the floor. She yelled at her mother, but no one answered. She clenched her hand because she knew something horrible had happened to her mother, and she became even more enraged when she saw what was written in blood on the mirror. "If you still want to see your mother, go to the forest you always visit." As Kashmir approached the forest, darkness and silence descended on her. The leaves were strewn everywhere, and it was very silent. "Kashmir... finally we meet," a strong voice soared through the forest. Kashmir stopped and looked around, but she saw nothing. A voice echoed once more, but no one was present. "Show yourself! Are you a coward?" she yelled fiercely, but the mystery voice reverberated repeatedly. But she was taken aback when someone suddenly hugged her while a loud gunshot was heard. "Le-levain?" she exclaimed, stunned because the suspected friend was standing directly in front of her. "Aww, you siblings are so sweet," Kashmir was puzzled. "Siblings?" she asked as someone burst out laughing. Levain couldn't look Kashmir's eyes. "What are you talking about?! Who are the siblings?" she asked as if she were talking to thin air. "Both of you."

Kashmir was startled to see the figure of her mother walking towards them and Levain. "M-mom? Si-sbling?" Kashmir was confused by what was happening, and just sat down in annoyance. "Mom, come on. Let's go!" she said, but her mother just laughed. "Who said I was leaving? My dear Kashmir, isn't it clear to you yet?" she said while continuing to laugh. "Sh-she's the e-enemy, K-kash," Levain said softly, making Kashmir's eyes widen. "No..no..." she trailed off as tears fell down her face uncontrollably as the heavy rain poured down. "YOU?! YOU KILLED LOLA AND AUNT CATHY?! HOW DARE YOU?!" she yelled as she sobbed. The mother gave a mischievous look and nodded. "Now that you're all together, I can easily kill you two sisters!" she declared coldly. "She's not my sister!" Kashmir exclaimed firmly. "Ka-kash, I'm F-Fronc-cea, your lo-long lo-lost sister," she explained as she displayed a necklace with a photo of the four of them. When she saw the gun pointing at her sister, she grabbed Kashmir's hand and escaped. "What is going on?! You're my sister?!" Kashmir exclaimed, unable to process every revelation, but Levain only gave her a gun. "I'll explain later," she said as she prepared to leave but Kashmir stopped her and grabbed her wrist. "You're.... you're also the mysterious caller, aren't you?" Levain only nodded, and they both rushed as if they were looking for something.

But, as they ran together, Kashmir was deeply pondered, and it is still mysterious why their mother did that. "She is not our real mother, Kash. Our real mother is dead. She was killed by Rosetta, the woman who conceals her true self using our mother's persona," she explained as they approached a mausoleum with their parents' names on it. "Who is Rosetta?" she perplexedly asked. "Our father's crazy ex-girlfriend," Kashmir was about to talk again when a voice just interrupted them that made them alerted and pointed the gun at her. But, the sisters stopped eyeing Rosetta as they felt the rage in them that they wanted to cut her piece by piece."Ah.. I feel victory." she crazily said as she was holding Kastin's head with blood pouring continuously. "You animal! You're going to pay for this!" Kashmir is furious and shoots Rosetta numerous times, but Rosetta swiftly hides in a large tree and laughs hysterically. However, a hot liquid unexpectedly ran down Levain's back, which surprised Kashmir. "Levain!" she yelled as her sister's body began shielding her sister when a bullet was about to hit Kashmir.

Kashmir's vision darkened even further, and in an instant, she was strangling Rosetta's neck. "I'm going to murder you, Rosetta.'' She coldly said. Rosetta's eyes were filled with fear, and she begged the assailant not to kill her. But Kashmir's mind was shut down when she shot her three times in the head. Kashmir hurried to her sister as Rosetta's body slid to the ground. "Levain... hold on. I'll take you to the hospital," she sobbed, but her sister only smiled and held her cheek. "I am delighted to meet you, my sister," she added before her hands fell on her lifeless body. Kashmir closed her eyes as her tears flowed and closed her woke sister's eyes.

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skellebonez · 3 years

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It's MY birthday and if as a gift from me to myself I get to go "hey @strange-lace and @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off you inspired this" then I GET TO DO THAT! You both know what you did with Spider Monkie AU. The fact that I was given VenomPeach by Lace and I am posting VenomPeach that I've been working on for a few days is just. Very amusing to me right now.

Spider Queen didn’t know if she was still an evil genius… or if she had just played herself like a 10 yuan kazoo.

What she did know was that she was on Mount Huaguao. In a forest. With Sun Wukong.

Who was very shirtless.

And pulling trees out of the ground with his sheer strength.

When she'd heard the odd noises that she now recognized as the creaking of tree roots being ripped up she was far too curious not to investigate. After all, this was Mount Huaguo. Whatever it was that was making that sound had to be something that Sun Wukong himself could handle.

She just hadn't expected it to be Sun Wukong making it.

Now she stood at the edge of what was clearly a carefully planned out clearing, an almost perfect circle with am opening to a rough but well loved dirt pathway that lead to the beach entrance that MK and his friends usually took to arrive.

"What’s all this?" She finally asked, stepping out from between the trees and slightly startling the Monkey King in the process. "It's not exactly time for spring cleaning."

"Queenie!" Wukong said, tossing the tree he was currently holding over his shoulder like it was as light as a twig. The motion made a shiver run down Spider Queen's spine, but she wasn't sure if that was because it was horrifying to revel in such sheer strength or just... incredible to behold (it was the later most certainly). "How are you feeling? Did your walk go alright?"

The question brought a smile to her face, the softness and earnestness in which he asked if making it equally soft on her lips. He was so... attentive to her. Not being overly intrusive in checking in on her or pushing her to take it easy with her healing burn scars or her weakened legs after everything that has happened, but also making sure to know if she ever needed anything whenever he could.

How she never realized how much care this immortal being was hiding behind all his bravado for all those centuries she may never know.

"It did, right up until I heard the strangest noise," she said, nodding her head down to the ground. "And it looks like I found my source. Again, what's all this?"

“UH, it’s for you?” Wukong said with a chuckle, gesturing to the field he’d made with his... arms. Very strong arms. All six of them.

Hence the lack of shirt. They don't really make those for people with six arms and any they made would just take far too long to put on.

Spider Queen could only look at him in confusion, one brow raised as she took in the flatter landscape before them.

“... thank you?” She attempted, sounding just as confused as she felt. “But I don’t know what I’d need an empty field for.”

“Well it isn’t exactly... you know, done yet,” the tall spider-monkey hybrid said with a laugh that was as bright as the sun shining off the metal on his outfit. “I built my house myself, actually. And it’s pretty small. Barely fits the two of us, really, with all the monkeys and I know you get lonely and I was thinking I could... build somewhere for your spider crew to actually stay?”

"What?" Spider Queen froze in her assessment of the field, head snapping back over and up at the other in surprise.

"The lab and stuff we have here already is great, but there's nowhere for them to stay and they just keep coming here every day and that takes a lot of time and fuel. And they can't stay at everyone else's places forever!" Wukong said with a laugh, somehow both light and bright and deep and hearty at the same time. "Well. Huntsman probably could stay at Sandy's forever, given the right incentive, but I know he misses spending as much time with you as he used to. Syntax is driving Pigsy and Tang up the wall with his experimenting, tough, and Goliath..."

The Monkey King paused himself, shrugging a bit.

"He really likes it here. And I'm pretty sure some of my court took a liking to him when he last visited. I can't say no to the guy, he's a sweetheart."

"Heh, I had trouble saying no to him too," Spider Queen admitted with a flush of her cheeks.

Truth be told... she missed her trio pretty bad some days. Ever since they'd lost their home in the lair, partly due to the Lady Bone Demon and partly due to bad memories that it brought up now, they'd been scattered a bit more than she would have liked. There was plenty of space on the island, but it wasn’t hers to give to them. It had been generous enough for Wukong to give her a place to stay and offer them free passage onto the island whenever they desired to see them, but he was right.

His house was far too small for the two of them and her trio.

Even if they now freed up some space by... sharing... sleeping quarters.

Spider Queen flushed a deeper color at that thought, still getting used to the fact that she and the man who had once been her greatest enemy now slept in the same room. On opposite sides of the same room but still.

She flushed deeper when she realized she had been staring at him and he was looking at her with an odd flush to his own cheeks.

"Well!" She cleared her throat, gesturing to the field as she stepped further into it to survey the Monkey King's hard work. "We should get planning then. Goliath is certain to want a little place to watch the nature outside, Huntsman will want someplace quiet and probably sound proof so he can sleep properly Syntax, and Syntax will want a smaller laboratory so he could take his work with him..."

Spider Queen trailed off, not noticing that as she started pacing that Wukong was watching her with a soft smile on his face.

That is, until she almost tripped on an upturned root and she found herself caught in all six of those arms she had been watching before she face planted into the ground.

"Maybe it's a bit too dangerous for pacing around as you think," he said as she was pulled against his chest. He was soft against her back, and despite the added hulk due to his transformation that softness was not all fur, voice rumbling through her as he held her protectively close. "Even if you look really cute when you do that..."

The last bit had been muttered so softly that she was certain that he hadn't realized she could hear him.

Before she could react she was airborne, carefully but skillfully tossed up on that she would land to sit on his shoulder with a hand held firmly around (around!) her waist to keep her safely seated.

"Besides, you can get a better vantage point from up here."

And indeed she could.

She could also hide the raging blush overtaking her face that almost made her stutter her words out as she went over the ideas she had for her family's new home.

Home...

She couldn't help but smile at the sound of that.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #venompeach #ship fic #sun wukong #monkey king #spider queen #IF I DIDN’T MAKE IT CLEAR WUKONG HAS A DAD BOD HERE #and its all knoxs fault #and laces #and kits #and mine #... i just really had to write this for no reason other than self indulgence

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1kook · 4 years

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commercial break ; FIVE

a netflix & chill drabble this takes place sometime after part 6 !

summary; Startled and inexperienced, he can’t do anything but rub his hands over your back. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he murmurs, even though it’s not. warning; crying miscellaneous; sad yn , trying his best kook word count; 1.3k

notes; i make a funny couple n y'all are like MAKE THEM CRY!!! so here we are recommended; listen to their song here <3 ( thank u anon who showed me this song ! )

There’s a silly cat clock Doyeon gave you a few months ago that stares Jungkook down every time he enters your apartment. Granted, he isn’t there very often but the thing always manages to creep him out.

Your home is as cute and as colorful as you, with bright pieces of furniture and plants decorating the space as Jungkook sets down a Bundt cake from your favorite shop on the kitchen counter. It’s clean, just how you both like, and spacious despite its size. Jungkook wouldn’t mind spending every day here either, if it weren’t for your cranky old neighbors who complained everytime you so much as breathed too loudly. So most hang out dates are spent at his place, where the closest person besides the two of you is two bricklayers away.

You’re supposed to come home later tonight, or so you’d told him. Something about work dragging on and them needing you. Jungkook doesn’t mind waiting, in fact, he enjoys sitting in your private space when you’re not here just fine. Something about a place that smells like you, from the curtains to the silverware, makes his heart feel good.

Like sitting outside on a sunny day, the warm rays beating down against his skin. Or like the little teasing glimpses of sunlight that stream in through his curtains in the morning, wake him from a deep slumber with their soft kisses against his skin. It feels good to sit in your sunshine.

He’s barely settled on the couch, flicking through your extensive collection of Barbie movies when the door slams open, hits the wall behind it from the force. He flinches, glancing up to find you stoically standing at the entrance. “Hi…?” he says, turning his attention away from the BluRay stack to his trembling girlfriend at the door.

The usual bubbly greeting you offer him every single time is nowhere in sight, bag huffily thrown to the ground besides your shoes. Jungkook rises from his spot on the couch, carefully rounding the living room area until he’s beside you as you practically rip your coat off. “Hey,” he murmurs, hands on your shoulders before you can hurt yourself in your fit of rage. Over what? Well that’s what he’s trying to find out.

You inhale sharply, exhale even tighter. “Can we,” you pause, eyes fluttering shut. “Can we postpone date night?” you ask after a beat. Jungkook watches you, takes in the muscles that work at your jaw, the fists that clench at your sides.

“That’s fine, baby,” he agrees. He slides his hands down your arms, wraps them around your wrists carefully. When he raises them up to press his customary kiss against your knuckles, they’re stiff and shaky. “What’s up?”

Despite his hold, you wiggle away, roughly rubbing at your eye with one hand that you slap down against your side afterwards. “I just, I don’t wanna,” another stuttery huff, “I can’t tonight, Kook.”

He nods understandingly, side steps the two of you over to the couch closest to the door until he can lean against the back of it, pulling you between his legs. “What’s bothering you?” he inquires gently, rubs his thumb over the knuckle you haven’t brushed off.

You scoff, but he’s not sure at what. “I just have a lot going on, Kook,” you explain, more snippy than usual. Jungkook doesn’t take offense; you hardly ever acted like this with him. “It’s just— at work,” you choke, “they keep asking me to do things, that I— stuff I don’t know,” you ramble, and then it happens.

It’s slow, so devastatingly slow that Jungkook doesn’t have time to prepare for it. It’s one and then a second, two fat tear drops that slip from the inner corners of your eyes, paint stark trails down your cheeks. “And I-I can’t tell them that,” you stutter, breath hitching, “because I’m just, I’m just a-a-“

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, instinctively pulling you into his arms, where you finally dissolve into a sobbing mess unlike anything he’s ever seen before. They’re not mere sniffles or whimpers, but full blown cries that wrack your entire body against his, pained gasps for breath against his chest. Startled and inexperienced, he can’t do anything but rub his hands over your back. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he murmurs, even though it’s not.

Your sobs worsen, knees buckling quickly, and Jungkook only has half a second to catch you before you fall down. His quick interception has the both of you sinking to the ground as you slowly but surely fall apart in his hands. “I-I don’t wanna be there anymore,” you cry, hands wrapped around his back tightly. “Please, Jungkook, I-I can’t.”

“I-I,” he says quietly, anxiously.

In all the months you’ve been dating, it’s surprising how happy the two of you are. Not like Jungkook expected you two to hate each other after a certain point, or become annoyed with each other. But there’s always been a sort of comfortable aura that surrounded your relationship, like everything was always okay and that was that.

Now, in the past few weeks, he’s come to learn everything was not always okay and it was good to acknowledge that, but he’s never really seen… this. Aside from the fight you two had on your anniversary, Jungkook can barely recall a time you’ve cried like this. Sure, you teared up during movies, at the news. But that was pretty much it. This— this uncontrollable sobbing, your heart so vulnerably on the line —was unfamiliar.

Yet despite his lack of knowledge on this area, on this side of you, he finds himself wanting to help you right away. It’s only natural as your boyfriend that seeing you like this rightfully distresses him. Your sobs make your body shake, muffled as they may be, and he doesn’t think this is something you, his absolute sunshine, should suffer through.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes, holds you close to his chests like if he squeezes tight enough maybe he’ll hold your heart together for you. “Breathe with me, doll,” he urges, forcing his own breath to slow.

It takes a few rounds and a few encouragements before you even start trying, wavering breaths slowly warming the front of his shirt. “That’s it, that’s it,” he murmurs, hand gently patting the back of your head until your sobs become sniffles, occasional jerks of your frame against his.

Still, Jungkook lets your emotions settle. The two of you remain by the floor, his back pressed against the back of the couch. You’re still halfway in your coat, bag thrown by the door, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. He holds you in his arms, strokes your head and your back until you stop trembling. He hums to fill the silence, let’s the words of a song he heard before decorate the space between you.

“You’re the dreams I’ve always wished,” he croons, “a chance to be better.” He rests his chin on your head, lets his eyes flutter shut as the killer grip you have on his shirt finally weakens, your hands blindly reaching to tangle around his neck. “Flowers in my path... my love.”

It’s a little while later that you finally recover. “That’s my favorite song,” you murmur, voice hoarse and low.

Jungkook nods, patting your back. “Mm,” he agrees, “I know.” You don’t say anything more, just remain in his warm embrace. Eventually, your body goes limp, breath slowing until he realizes you’re asleep. Jungkook shifts you in his arms, turns to look at you with your mascara-stricken cheeks and puffy eyes. You're fast asleep after your startling show of emotion, and Jungkook’s heart softens in his chest.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he says to himself, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he gathers you into his arms.

A cloud passes over his sun, strips it of its warmth.

It doesn’t last long.

Jungkook is always waiting patiently on the other side.

#goldenclosetnet #networkbangtan #bangtanhq #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #bts fic #jeon jungkook #mine

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sirenizuku · 3 years

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Or if we’re blind and the truth is just a painting in grey..

Izuku midoriya x gender-neutral reader!

BTW y/f/c stands for Your Favourite Color

Quirk info: Your quirk, Siren, allows you to have most of the characteristics of a siren. You can hypnotise the weak-willed with your voice, alluring them to do whatever you wish. You can breathe underwater AND on land, because i can’t keep you in the water if I want you to go exist near 1-a. You also have razor-sharp teeth for biting people, though one of the downsides of biting people is that you enter a euphoric/manic state whenever you accidentally drink someone’s blood. Allllsoooo your legs turn into fins in water and vice versa Y’know. But they still have scales!!! Cute little scaly legs. Also other downsides include:Sore throat from singing, weakened immune system (not too badly) and occasional aches in the gills

Summary: You’ve been a villain your whole life, or at-least since your quirk developed... But you aren’t really a villain. You’re a vigilante, and even still that term angers you… Because some vigilantes claim to kill for justice, and maybe if you disagree with that you aren’t one. But you’ve never killed anyone and you never plan to. Unlike those ‘heroes’ who claim to fight for justice, killing all those who oppose them.

If you asked yourself, it doesn’t matter what somebody’s done.

Because if you kill them, that’s just another life taken…

And they have the gall to excuse it with their sickening justice.

You hate heroes.

————;=+ Act 1; In which a siren sings her encore +=;————

You lied. There was one person you wouldn’t mind killing.

All Might.

And so, You had managed to engage a student of UA whilst trying to break in.

You just wanted him dead, is that too much to ask? Actually, don’t answer that. Hell, He was putting up such a fight that you’d happily just leave at this point! You didn’t want all-might dead THAT badly.

Suddenly, you’re snapped out of thoughts by Izuku going in for a punch. You hiss in anger as you quickly throw yourself out of the way, hearing a rib or two of yours cracking.

God.

Dammit.

’I’ll be fine for now.’ you mumble, standing up. You look Izuku in the eye, watching as his face swirls from anger to hate to pity to an apologetic look then repeating. Stop it, you think.

Stop pitying me, you think again.

He’s readying an attack, you notice. His stance tenses slightly when he’s charging an attack.

Your eye twitches as you seethe in rage. Finally, you begin to get too frustrated. You sigh, readying your voice to sing your song in one of its purest forms.

The boy hisses in confusion, seemingly trying to break out of your hypnosis. You tut.. He’d have so much potential, had it not been ruined by these ‘heroes’

Finally, you begin. Your voice wavers for a second at the beginning, but you manage to iron out most imperfections. Slowly but surely, the greenette’s eyes glaze over and he steps towards you.

You smile genuinely, for it has been far too long since you last hypnotised someone.

The boy stands awaiting your orders and you slowly stand, wincing. “Lucky for you, little bunny, - ow, - I didn’t plan on killing any students today, or any day, really..” you say, still pondering what to order him. ”Ah, Right, Tell me, little bunny, where is.. All might?” You sigh. you’ve always thought the name All Might was dumb.

The boy slowly points down the hall and you smile, turning on your heel. Your smile drops immediately as Eraserhead’s capture weapon wraps around you. It’s not too uncomfortable, all things considered, but you’d rather not be in it. And so, You struggle, attempting to bite the ‘scarf.’

It does not work, clearly, as you listen to your teeth scratch across the material. He seems to hum in realisation as he sees your teeth, scarp and triangle-shaped, clearly made for eating meat. You keep struggling as you lose energy, the pure adrenaline running through your bloodstream slowly fading out. Your struggling fades from ‘Feral cat’ to ’angry cicada’ in the span of about 20 seconds.

And the worst part? The ‘hero’ who caught you didn’t even react.

You feel the scarves tighten, cutting off your oxygen and covering your gills. After about 30 more seconds, you begin to pass out.

————;=-+ Act 2; In which.. Interviews amiright +-=;————

You awake in the UA interview room. More so an actual interview room than.. an impromptu villain interview room.

It still peeved you to be considered a villain, but at least it’s better than being considered a hero... You glance down to your hands, stuck in handcuffs. You aren’t all that uncomfortable, really, and you can’t help but be glad it’s warm in UA. Better than the streets, at the very least.

You glance down at your legs, thick scales running up them and slowly dissapearing at your hips. They glow a brilliant light Y/F/C, darkening at the edges where light doesn’t fully reach them. There’s some traces of a scalpel inspecting them, you judge by the perfectly straight scratches leading up some. You snort, imagining their confusion. Suddenly, a voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

”What’s so funny?” It says. You assume it’s an older man, judging by tone. “Ahh.. so there is someone listening,” you smile, “Were you inspecting the scales?” You say, cutting yourself off a few times with short-lived laughs. You hear a sharp sigh of exhaustion from the speaker.

”Name?” They ask. You decide to respond, despite the part of you telling you to be rebellious and silent. ”Technically don’t have one. Pronounced dead,” you sigh, “Try searching y/n y/ln”

Theres a 10 minute pause consisting mostly of you getting lost in your thoughts, before somebody seems to relay info to the mysterious voice (tm).

”Pronounced dead.. at age 5.” they say and you giggle. “Big surprise! I’m not dead.” You say, voice dripping with venom. There’s a resigned sigh as you avert your eyes.

So competent they just decided you were dead.

”Quirk?”

You giggle. ”My quirrrk?” You draw out the r, “It’s siren.”

”Siren as in ambulance siren?” The voice says.

”Siren as in man-eating mermaid.” You answer, though you dislike calling yourself a mermaid.

”…” There’s a short pause followed by… silence. Pure silence. It’s deafening, really, and your mind can’t help but imagine all the ways they could kill you. A few minutes later, a staff member - not eraserhead, luckily - walks in and removes the restraints. You flex your hands at the newfound freedom, immediately raising a hand to your gills which are placed upon your neck, as they try - and fail, due to you having lungs for on land - to suck in air. You stumble over to the camera, assuming - and hoping, - that there’s a microphone there too.

“You guys got any water bottles?” You ask, scratching at your gills. A few moments later, another staff member - it might be the same one, actually, - walks in with two bottles. Your eyes light up and you immediately open one, pouring it into your gills. You feel some relief at having ‘cleaned’ them out. It’s never fun when you get gunk. though, for a second, you are concerned that the water might be poisoned.

You take your other water bottle, pouring out a little bit onto your palm. There’s enough water left to soothe your sore throat, since you are now realising that you weren’t, at all, ready to use your song at such a high perfection level. Slowly, You run your now-wet palm up your scales, moistening them slightly. It feels nice, okay? Don’t judge, It’s rude.

”hang on..” you mumble, spinning on your heel to walk around the room. “did those assholes take my phone?” You ponder aloud. There’s a short crackle from the speaker, followed by a “Yes.”

”oh.” you sigh, kicking your legs up onto a table. You immediately fall over, since you managed to forget you were standing.

”Hey, what time is it?” you say into the void, hoping the mic will pick you up. “16:34” they say.

“cool!” You say, ironically unenthusiastically.

After a few minutes, you begin to get bored. You decide to whine to the mic. “I’m borrrreeeddd….” you whine, seemingly forgetting you’re literally a criminal. Not a big one, but a criminal. Of

Theres a short click from the door as a staff member opens it, they’re holding a phone. Not your phone, sadly, but a phone. “Hell yeah!” You say, bounding over to the phone. You grab it as the staff member hurries out the room, seemingly afraid. “Don’t get any ideas, it’s tracked.” The voice says, once again coming from the speaker at a slightly-lower-than-comfortable volume.

You scroll through the mostly blank phone, until you stumble upon a group-chat. ‘Class 1-A,’ It’s named.

Huh, you think, clicking on it.

————;=+ Act 3; In which you make fun of class 1-a +=;————

Class 1-A

16:47

Tsu: We still up for girl’s movie night?

Y/n: mowovie night

Kirishima: huh???

Bakugou: WILL YOU STOP BLOWING UP MY FUCKING PHONE

Bakugou: FOR FIVE

Bakugou: MINUTES

Y/n: will youwu stowop blowoing uwup my fuwucking phowone owo

Bakugou: I AM GOING TO TEAR YOU APART

Kaminari: lol

Kaminari: Wait who’s that?

Kirishima: bro yeah who IS that

Iida Ten

Bakugou: STOP PARROTING EACH OTHER YOU DUMBASSES

Y/n: stowop parrowoting each owother youwu duwumbasses owo

Bakugou: I’LL RIP YOU APART

Y/n: I’ll rip yowouwu awpart…

Kaminari: Bakugou hang on lmfao

Momo: Theres nobody named y/n in our class

y/n: i’m ur uncle

Momo: Who’s uncle?

y/n: yes <3

Tsu: ?

Izuku: Guys, please stop blowing up my phone I’m trying to watch tv,,,

y/n: izuwukuwu

Izuku: Huh,,,,?

y/n: huwuh,,,?

Izuku: Why is everyone messaging me???? and telling me not to use this chat???

Bakugou: WE COULD‘VE EXPLAINED IT TO YOU IN DMS YOU IDIOT

Y/n: we cowouwuld’ve explained it towo yowouwu in dms yowouwu idiowot

Tenya IIda: Please stop sending so many messages in the chat. I am trying to sleep.

y/n: damn lemme just stop my hilarity so you can sleep /s

y/n: wait

y/n: I mean uhh

y/n: please stowop sending sowo many messages in the chat. I am trying towo sleep.

Tenya Iida: Please do not make fun of what I say. Please remember I am a moderator here,

Y/n: ’moderator’ bitch this is a gorilchat

y/n: shit

y/n I mean groupchat

y/n: also I mean

y/n: Please dowo nowot make fuwun owof what I say. Please remember I am a mowoderatowor.

Kirishima: srsly who is this

y/n: me looking into a mirror ^^^

Bakugou: ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION

y/n: woahh calm down there hot stuff

y/n: get it

y/n: because you’re not hot

Momo: Can’t say they’re wrong there, Bakugou.

Kirishima: ^ Don’t be mean to bakubro!!!

y/n: are any of you organic creatures

Kaminari: I am

y/n: give life juice pls thx

Kirishima: they’re reverting back into gamer speak from their hunger :ooooo

y/n: what u want me to talk like mr stick-up-my-ass iida

Tenya Iida: Please refrain from using profanity, Y/n!

y/n: wow I’m so sorry I’ll never do it again (1/2)

Tenya Iida: Thank you.

y/n: I mean really I’ll never do it again mr stick-up-my-ass iida (2/2)

Bakugou: KARMA FOR TELLING MEMTKO GET MY FEET OFF MY DESK

y/n: wow mr not-hot did you just have a stroke

Bakugou: I’M GONNAKILL OYU

Y/n: well I hope Oyu is ok

Y/n: also if you’re wondering who I am

y/n: sorry for lying (I’m not)

y/n: Y/n sent a photo

(PHOTO ID: A photo of a young girl, seemingly. they’re no older than 16, by the looks of it. They have brilliant y/f/c scales across their entire legs that fade out near the hips. Her face is pulled into a grin with razor-sharp teeth unlike that of a human.)

Kirishima: wasn’t Izuku fighting someone like that in the hall

Y/n: bingo! fingetbuns

Y/n: *fingergusn

y/n: fINGERSUNS

y/n: NO

y/n: FUNGHUNS

Y/n: HFJFHHFJDIDBJDIFH FINGERHUNS

Izuku: it’s okay, take your time (:

Y/n: FINWR GUNS

Kirishima: ur getting there bro!!!

Y/n: FINGERGUSN

y/n: NO

Y/n: Finger guns

Bakugou: STOP FUCKING SPAMMING

Kirishima: i’m so proud of my mermaid son

Y/n: siren*

Kirishima: I’m so proud of my mermaid siren

Y/n: yeah ok I guess

Y/n: serious question

Y/n: does anyone have a small amount of blood

Y/n: that they’d be willing to gift towards me

Kaminari: wtff

Kirishima: bro I got some right here

y/n: give pls

Kirishima: where do I have to go B)

Y/n: go find aizawa and tell him to give blood to the siren girl

Kirishima: oki

-——————-

In the UA interview room, You smile down at your phone.

They’re actually willing to be kind to you, even if you just fought them. You’re actually happy.

It’s an odd feeling,

But it’s one you’d like to keep.

-——————-

Class 1-A

17:22

Y/n: I got my blood

y/n: down the hatch

Kirishima: kindness is manly

y/n: damnfucki; right iwns tis

Kaminari: huh

Izuku: are you okay

y/n: bkoodjsm

Izuku: i think they’re saying blood?

y/n: hehe

Bakugou: STOP BEING WEIRD

y/n: djhrnsia rothg god i am so fhilarous

y/n: nr igni kimsh

y/n: ithink I might have anxiey

y/n: anxieuty

Kirishima: bro u okay?

Mineta: cute…

y/n: i am going to hurt you

AUTO: MINETA left the chatroom

Momo: oh thank god

Jirou: ^^^^

y/n: hwlrnd

y/n: how say

y/n: how say jrlis

y/n: jirou

Jirou: jee-roh

y/n: skfnsj blood make

y/n: me is haopy

Izuku: Blood makes you happy?

y/n: yed

Izuku: it’s very interesting to have a quirk that’s mutation but also allows you to gain serotonin/dopamine

Izuku: what else does your quirk do?

y/n: sing sovng

y/n: make peop,e do what I want

y/n: but hurt throat

y/n: leg turn fin

y/n: make hunfhyehdbvlood

Izuku: I’m designing a hero costume as we speak!

Bakugou: NERD

Kirishima: manly!

Izuku: (:

y/n: thenhahighswearingiffof

Izuku: translation: The high is wearing off

y/n: thus koamsjs

y/n: brb

——

y/n: ): high wore off

Izuku: What WAS that?

Y/n: blood side effect

Y/n: its really fun

Izuku: Hang on

Auto: Izuku called Sensei Aizawa

——

Class 1-A

18:12

Izuku: ok I asked eraserhead n he said he doesn’t mind (:

Izuku: Can I interview you

Y/n: do I get blood after

Izuku: Sure!

Y/n: DEAL

———

You look down at your phone.

It’s been a hour of you scrolling the internet, looking at memes that only earned a short snort from you.

You’re tired, although it’s only 19:32.

You decide it doesn’t matter, and that you’ll sleep.

You spin around on your heel, before pausing. There’s no bed.

Ah well. Floor looks awfully comfy.

-———

You awake around 9Am with only the light of an old lightbulb to illuminate the room. You miss seeing the light from the water, sitting on a rock until the sun finally peaked... But you were lonely, back then. You aren’t sure whether or not you want to go back to those days.

A small knock at the door alerts you of Izuku coming around for his interview. He’s holding a notebook that has ‘Y/N quirk’ messily written on.

He glances down at your legs, covered in shimmering scales. His eyes light up with fascination, to which you chuckle. “You can touch.” You say, watching his hand reach down to the y/f/c coloured scales.

His hand runs gently over them. You grin watching his fascination, and he looks up. He pulls a fold-out seat from the hallway, placing it behino the table before placing himself upon it.

You sit down on the opposite table, smiling. He glances up towards your teeth, watching them glimmer. “Don’t they.. hurt your gums?” He asks.

“Oh, these,“ you press a finger against the top of your tooth, immediately drawing blood, “the skin near them is hardened so they don’t stab me.”

you watch him turn his head down immediately and start writing in his notebook. You glance over, watching him write down all the info about your quirk. He seems to be sketching a costume on the side.

”Oh, don’t forget the voice thing.” You notify to him. He glances up, eyes questioning, tilting his head like a puppy. “Cute.” You say flirtatiously. He turns bright red, averting his eyes before trying to change the subject. “S-so.. if I were to film your song would it still hypnotise me?” He asks.

You wink at him. “Wow, wanting to listen to me sing already..” You say, “I’m just kidding, It wouldn’t hypnotise you, but you might cry. Just a side effect.”

Izuku averts his eyes, blushing furiously. “Could I get a r-recording of it.”

Does he really have a crush on me? You think. Is that really why he wants a recording of me singing?

You respond with a mere “Yeah, sure.” He nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket, ”Should I leave?“ he asks, and you nod.

As soon as he leaves, the pull of your quirk on your phone begins.

You derive your tune from the one you’d sing at the beach. It’s sad and melancholic but there’s an upbeat note, reminiscing on times where you felt free even if there was a tug upon your heart. The air seems to split, allowing the vibrations of your song to pull across the air. It’s not the perfected version, but it’s close.

You love to sing, really, but you’ve always felt bad. you’re only good at singing when you’re using your quirk.

Finally, your song fades out and you hit the record button to turn it off. There’s now a 3:30 minute long recording on Izuku’s phone.

You open the door to see Izuku with a pair of earplugs in, so you push aside your shock at the fact you could just open the door.

You tap him, watching him jump. So cute, you both think in unison.

So cute.

You him his phone, having now secretly added your number.

Very sneaky.

—————

13:36

Izuku: Very sneaky lol

Y/n: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ what can I say I’m an assassin.

Y/n: btw tell aizawa to get me a bed lmfao

Izuku: You don’t have a bed!? Where did you sleep last night?

Y/n: floor comfy

Izuku: lol weird

Y/n: said the boy with a notebook about me (⁄ ⁄•⁄Ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Izuku: bullying

Y/n: possibly <3

———

Another day passes, more texts coming back and forth from Izuku. He’s really flirting.. huh…

He’s cute. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the familiar ding of Izuku messaging you

———

Izuku: wyd lol

Y/n: nursing my sore throat lol I practiced my song too much

Izuku: :o oh no

Y/n: it’s fine B) I’m too cool to be defeated by a mere sore throat

Izuku: lol (:

Y/n: wyd

Izuku: just went to recovery girl!!! I broke a finger again ):: I was making so much progress,,

Y/n: it’s not reverting your progress!! It’s still progress.

Izuku: y/n you’re gonna make me cry..

Y/n: go listen to that recording then crybaby

Izuku: THAT RECORDING LITERALLY MAKES ME CRY ):::::

Y/n: yeah cuz ur a crybaby <3

Izuku: stopppp bullying meee <3

Y/n: it always looks like ur flirting when you put a <3 (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Izuku: does that mean that you’re flirting?

Y/n: possibly

———

A few more days pass, flirtatious messages passing back and forth.

They’re just a joke, you’d think, blushing furiously.

———

15:32

Y/n: IzukuHeklp

Izuku: ??? Whats wrong??

Y/n: ripped scalepain

Y/n: Y/n sent a photo message

(Photo ID: It’s a picture of y/n’s y/f/c scales. One appears to have been ripped off of her skin, and there’s blood coming from underneath it. Through the blood you can just barely see an underdeveloped scale that was going to replace the broken scale when it was ready.)

———

You’re pulled out of your agony but Izuku slamming open the door, rushing to your side. He’s holding a piece of cloth clearly ripped off of his shirt. He wraps it around your leg gently, watching attentively as it soaks up blood. He picks you up bridal-style, not even noticing the way both you and him blush heavily.

(By the time you’ve reached Recovery girl, the piece of cloth is almost as red as your face.)

You lay on the small bed, bleeding now stopped due to recovery girls quirk. You glance toward izuku, tears welling up in his eyes. You gently pat his head, watching him watch you.

”Stooppp cryingggg” you whine.

Recovery girl watches you with a look that says “oh to be young and in love..”

Izuku pouts. “Make me.” He sighs jokingly.

You spot your opportunity there. “What if I told you that you could come ’round to my room later?” You say blushing.

Izuku turns tomato-red, nodding.

————

As soon as your out of recovery girls office, Izuku follows you like a puppy. You glance toward the bandage now wrapped around your leg to stop infection. Turns out ‘you didn’t have enough energy to fully heal it from all those all-nighters‘ or something.

You open the door to your room, fairy lights turned on and glowing purple. There’s a small sofa that fits two and Izuku beelines for it. You’re so glad Aizawa let you decorate your room. You sit down next to him, cunning your perfect plan.

”I think I hate all-might a little less, now-“ you say, preparing yourself for the infodump from Izuku.

“i’m so glad! You know, ever since the toxic chainsaw fight-“ Izuku begins, not noticing you tune him out after 5 minutes. “Stop infodumping..” you say playfully and he picks up on it. “Make me!” he pouts.

”Sure.” You smirk, leaning in.

As soon as your lips collide, Izuku seems to blank out. He’s blushing red like a tomato. The rain outside seems to quieten over the roar of your pounding hearts..

And you don’t regret it at-all.

Once you finally pull away from the kiss, izuku’s a stuttering mess. “Wh-W-What does th-this make us?…” he asks, stuttering and stumbling over his words. You chuckle, leaning in close to his face so you’re essentially in his lap. “I think you know..” you coo into his ear, watching it slowly turn pink.

He nods slowly, watching you. “So.. I was thinking about a beach date?” you say, softly. He giggles slightly, although he still stumbles over the sound. “Sounds to me like you just want to go into the water..” he says.

You look him in the eye.

”I never said you couldn’t come into the water, too..”

#Bnha x reader #Midoriya Izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoriya x y/n #reader-insert #reader insert #midoriya Izuku x you #midoriya Izuku x y/n

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violet-t-9 · 3 years

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Check in on my (not very realistic) wish list for episode 139

1. Nobody dies in the potential battle against Lucien/the Somnovem? I will be fine with temporary unconciousness but please nobody actually dies? Will they even fight? What was going on with the cliffhanger? I have so many questions!

Hey nobody died! Nobody even went unconscious. Can't believe we have a part 2 to this epic boss fight. This showdown is awesome! At least we know what will happen next episode.

2. The group uses their new eye powers for something (group telepathy will be hilarious, especially accidental) or just in general goof off with their new eyes.

NVM we are doing the boss fight right now

3. Beau or Caleb discover more new eye functions that we have not seen before (antimagic cone anyone? Does the eye location have any meaning? Lucien’s was also on the chest right?)

NVM we are doing the boss fight right now. If the locations mean anything, so far it's not revealed.

4. We get to see more of the party members’ new powers/abilities since they levelled up and got a long rest! Let’s gooo.

MOTIVATIONAL SPEECH thanks Cad. It's a new power we haven't seen before! Caleb knows gravity fissure now, apparently! Fjord and Veth also considered using new abilities before the break. Jester used contagion on Lucien! It was a nice try.

5. They get some sort of contact with/update from the material plane (i.e. their family, Yussa, or anybody else I guess just not Trent please), it’s been a while I wonder what’s going on over there. Has Jester’s parent trap succeeded fully yet? Has the assembly been investigated yet? Has Yussa figured out what the Nein did with his emergency exit gift? How are Yeza and Luc doing in the crime bar? Is the Dynasty looking into Essek? So many possibilities.

NVM we are doing the boss fight right now

6. The M9 succeed in stopping the city from going to the material plane and find a way to potentially destroy it by the end of the episode.

It appears that them plane shifting the crest away actually does ensure that the city cannot return to the material plane, that's great news! Also, I assume destroying Lucien would be a good first step to destroying the city.

7. Beau and Yasha continue to fight like the power couple they are and to indulge in PDA in the flesh horror city (because why not). Bonus: we find out Yasha’s plans for Beau’s red cape/the cape is used by Beau in the episode.

The discussion between Beau, Yasha and Veth LMAO. Oh NO Yasha is fighting Beau again - that natural 1 though! The miss! Another natural 1! The power of love!!!! Yasha also used the battle cry to protect Beau!

8. Fjord and Jester continue to be domestic and supportive of each other in these trying times because they are great. Bonus: more Sprinkle/Artagan mentions or interactions.

Jester and Fjord starting strong with the dirty/natural 20's! Also "I'd rather you wear it" "Fjord, it's so expensive!" They are so cute. Ayy Sprinkle/Artagan both got fed the Heroes' Feast! The excitement over the ring finally working lol. "Imma cast it at 4th level" lol Jester really tried her best to remove his slow and it worked!

9. Obligatory wish for Essek’s fancy dunamancy or magical items (Bonus: STILL hoping to see more high-damage AOE offensive spells that Essek has never cast because of the party placement, dark star anybody?).

The trapped haste spell MmmMm. GRAVITY FISSURE YAY hot spell flavour is hot. THANK YOU for that dispel magic on Yasha Essek you are the best. Nice magic missile but he is out in the open oh nO he is charmed oh no is he going to dark star the party?? Wheww thank you Caleb for the dispel, at fifth level too! He was so going to dark star Lucien if Cad was not pulled.

10. Obligatory wish for Caleb’s polymorph spell on himself or a party member. Actually, let’s expand to any party member’s polymorph! Give me those sweet polymorph interactions.

NVM we are doing the boss fight right now

11. The party tries to reach Lucien by mentioning Molly and Lucien actually having a physical reaction to their words.

Wow that was a physical reaction alright, definitely to Jester and Caleb's mention of Molly's name. Jester's song also had an effect. Everybody is trying yay! Well, it was worth a try. BEAU'S bonus action Gustuv talk made him lose a legendary action WOW. Fjord's, Caleb's attempt also succeeded. In round 2, Beau removed 1 legendary action, followed by Jester

12. Obligatory wish for Essek’s room in the tower (it will stay until it happens).

NVM we are doing the boss fight right now

13. Obligatory wish for Cad being a MVP in and out of combat because he always is.

CAD what a good pep talk I love you. Path to the grave and also the reaction war caster blight, very nice.

14. I NEED MORE RP PLEASE like last week’s high intensity combat was fun but I miss one-on-one conversations give them to me thank you. Longer conversations are even better.

NVM we are doing the boss fight right now, however there was a lot of Molly RP involved.

15. Everybody being super freaked out/creeped out by the terrible flesh city thanks to Matt’s wonderfully detailed and awesome descriptions.

The damaged state of the city, how it leans towards Lucien's cocoon thing and Lucien's transformation... OH NO the stalks not the tentacle stalks.

16. At least one of the party members get mind-influenced/charmed by some effect during the combat (well at least Caleb’s got mind blank and Veth got intellect fortress, but I would be surprised if there was no mind shenanigans).

Well, I knew it would happen. Gaudius, the eye of longing/love that did not affect Beau DID charm Yasha with a failed wis save and Yasha attacked Beau, again. However thanks to Essek it didn't last long!

17. Somebody check in a bit on Essek’s mental state because he is clearly not entirely desensitized as seen from last episode. At least he got a full rest so physically he is fine (just squishy, like wizards are).

Hey Essek got to open up a little bit before their final fight, so that was great.

18. Caleb uses more fire or his customized spells or just any cool spells in general I guess because what’s sexier than wizards NOTHING I’m still hyped from last week.

Gravity fissure already?? Sweet max damage, despite the save! Caleb you can literally just copy any spell you see cast can't you, high int wizard I love you. Also the use of that potion and the scroll were pretty smart too.

19. We learn more about Lucien’s motives and what he is actually trying to do, or more about the Somnovem’s different? motives because I was very confused last episode. Lucien wants to “parent” the Somnovem by bombing them with 10 intuit charges, like okay are you sure you are not trying to kill them? Then again, if that doesn’t severely damage the Somnovem I don’t know what will.

Well we now know that Lucien has all the Somnovem power inside himself now and is still very much wanting to bring back the city - at least he can't right now because of the threshold crest they got rid of last session. This clarifies a lot. I guess the "parenting" was to weaken the Somnovem for him to absorb them all into himself?

20. Obligatory wish for everyone to remain relatively happy and alive by the end of the episode except Lucien, and the episode ends on a terrifying cliffhanger as always.

I mean, should have known that Lucien cannot be killed in 1 session. Otherwise though, what an episode! What a session! Absolutely amazing.

Bonus:

ESSEK IS MAKING A JOKE LMAO I can't with this man, he is also giving everybody spells/gifts, cute - I guess wizards all have the save love language.

CALEB IS ABOVE 100 HP thank you Jester for that 17 roll from Heroes' Feast! I knew you'd do it. The feast was so crucial in their combat too, what a queen. Caleb always be covering his friends in his anti-aberration cone, and burning Lucien's legendary reactions. Great moves.

Veth are you... horny for Lucien??? LMAO

OH NO Gaudius on Essek this is the alternative Essek bossfight timeline OH NO but at the same time YES the angst- oh nvm Caleb thanks lol.

Extra - combat notes for my record:

Saves minus # eyes

Elatis - Excitement, pulling the target 120 ft towards Lucien + eye.

Ira - Rage, fireball effect AOE damage.

Fastidan - Disgust (wilting dull green) necrotic damage

Luctus - Grief (Dex save), slow spell effect.

Timorei - fear effect, but negated by Heroes' feast immunity.

Culpasi - guilt (Con save) disadvantage on saving throws +...

Miramus - (wis save)

Vigilan - the eye that moves/emanates the anti-magic cone

Gaudius - (wis save) charm effect

WHAT A FIGHT! I can't wait for part 2 and hopefully that's Lucien's final form. I did not think that the Molly influence will have such a profound effect, but I sure am glad it did! Everyone was so amazing in this combat, I love it all.

#cr spoilers #the mighty nein #critical role #critical role spoilers #c2e139 #cr liveblog

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whatdidimissjm · 3 years

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Bed-Ridden

Someone sent me an ask requesting Lams with the prompt “that wasn´t even a sentence” but tumblr was so nice and deleted the ask, so whoever you are, here you go! Hope you like it!

John feels like shit. He has started feeling like he might come down with something a few days ago, but had brushed it off as something that would surely pass if he kept it low for a day or two. Now, on day two of keeping it low, though, he definitely doesn´t feel better and he is pretty sure his fever is a lot higher than it was the day before. After an internal debate he gets up from the couch, where he must have fallen asleep yesterday, intending to go to the kitchen, but when he sits up, the room around him starts spinning and he has to hold onto the couch to not fall from it. John doesn´t even know how long it takes, until the room isn´t spinning anymore, absentmindedly asking himself why it can even do that. He brushes the question off for later, when he isn´t feeling as bad anymore. He grabs one of the blankets and wraps it around himself to fight off the cold, faintly noticing that he is shivering.

After just sitting there for some time, not trusting that the room won´t start spinning again, as soon as he tries to leave to couch, he feels something vibrating next to his leg. John frowns and after a moment he lifts the blanket and finds his phone. A smile appears on his face as he unlocks it and clicks on the new message – a gif from Alex. He hesitates, not sure if he should say anything about his condition, before texting Alex back.

John: Hey, not feeling too great, I´m a bit sick, wanna keep me company?

He checks twice if he has spelled everything correctly, before he hits send. Then he puts the phone down next to him on the couch again, closing his eyes. The little bit of mental effort it has taken to compose the text message has left him completely drained and with a raging headache.

John must have nodded off again, because he startles awake when his phone vibrates again. He screws up his face and looks around in confusion, his heart beating loud and fast in his chest. When the phone vibrates with another message, he finally connects the noise he hears and picks up the phone, squinting at the bright screen. His eyes need a few moments to adjust to the light and when they do, he´s able to unlock the phone.

Alex: You know I have this one project I need to finish…

Alex: Pretty sure you can handle this cold on your own

Alex: I´ll call you when I´m done

John can feel his eyes welling up, but he blinks the tears away, trying to ignore the disappointment that´s starting to rise up inside of him. He thinks about what to text Alex back and in the end, he settles on a simple “ok” and throws the phone back onto the couch. A moment later it vibrates once more, but John can´t bring himself to look at it again and just closes his eyes. In theory, he knows that Alex wasn´t trying to be mean, but it still hurts him. The phone vibrates next to him again, so he just pushes it off the couch and pulls the blanket up to his chin, curling in on himself, not able to keep the tears at bay anymore.

John drifts in and out of sleep for some time, not sure if the things he sees are real or just fever dreams. He has lost all sense of time and when he wakes up once more, he doesn´t know if he has spent hours or days on the couch. The room is still spinning around him every time he moves and he feels a lot worse than before. His throat is dry, his whole body is drenched in sweat and even though he is incredibly hot, he is shivering and the knocking, that´s echoing through the flat, sends bolts of pain through his head.

The knocking that´s echoing through the flat…

It takes him a moment to realise that the knocking is coming from his front door and another moment until he manages to gather up the strength to sit up. John pulls the blanket clumsily around his shivering body and stands up, swaying on his feet. The room around him tilts at the sudden movement and he nearly falls down, but manages to hold onto the couch to keep upright. For a moment, he just stays there, breathing hard and trying not to fall down again, before he makes his way towards the front door. John doesn´t know how he does it without fainting or knocking into something, but he is glad when he finally reaches it. He fumbles around with the key for what feels like hours, before he finally manages to unlock the door. He throws it open, which causes him to stumble and fall forward. Instead of hitting the floor like he anticipated though, he finds himself held up by two arms, but unable to get his balance back. Distantly he hears someone talking, but he is far too out of it to make any sense of what the person is saying. He tries to tell them that, but doesn´t think he gets the message across.

“That wasn´t even a sentence.”, the person says, and John frowns. He knows that voice.

“Lex?”, he asks, his voice slurred.

Alex answers something that John doesn´t understand, but he is happy that Alex is here. He barely notices that Alex guides him back to the couch, only realising that they aren´t at the door anymore, when Alex makes him sit down.

“How´d we get here?”, he asks, or at least he thinks he has asked that. Talking and thinking is hard.

“I carried you.”, Alex answers, and even through his fever haze, John can hear the worry in his voice.

“Cute. Wanna kiss.”, John says, but Alex just shakes his head.

“How long have you been this sick?”

John just stares at his boyfriend for some time, trying to make sense of his words, before he shrugs.

“Dunno.”

Alex nods slowly, the worry now obvious on his face. John doesn´t want Alex to look like that, so he reaches out to put his hand on Alex´s cheek, but misses and punches his nose instead. He frowns and tries again, but Alex catches his hand and puts it down in his lap, before it can come anywhere near his face again.

“Baby, can you stay awake for a minute, until I´m back?”

John nods after a moment, but when Alex tries to get up, he weakly holds onto his hand.

“Please, don´t leave me again. I don´t wanna be alone.”, he pleads, his voice cracking.

An expression of pain passes over Alexander´s face, and he kisses John´s forehead, before he gently pulls his hand away.

“I´m not leaving you, I´ll be back in a second, just going to the bathroom real quick, alright?”

Reluctantly, John nods and allows Alex to get up. He watches his boyfriend walk away and as soon as he can´t see him anymore, he curls up on the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest, trying and failing to supress his tears. John flinches when he feels someone touching his shoulder a moment later, nearly falling off the couch.

“John, why are you crying?”, Alex asks concerned. “Are you in pain?”

John shrugs and looks away, letting out a soft sob.

“John.”, Alex tries again, gently brushing the tears from his cheeks.

John closes his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the gentle stroke of Alex´s hand.

“I don´t want you to leave.”, he mumbles finally.

“I´m here. I´m always here, baby.”

John just shakes his head again, still refusing to look up at Alex and pushes his hand away.

“No, I texted you and you didn´t come.”

“Baby.”, Alex says, gently tilting his head up. “I came immediately when you didn´t reply to my texts anymore.”

“What?”

Alex softly brushes his hair out of his face.

“We´ll talk about this later, alright? For now, I´m checking your temperature and then we´ll think about what to do with you. Sounds good?”

John nods after a moment, allowing Alex to take his temperature. He looks up when Alex doesn´t say anything after the thermometer has beeped and sees his boyfriend frowning at it.

“I´m calling a doctor.”

“No, I´m fine.”, John mumbles. “Call one tomorrow.”

Alex hesitates and looks down at the thermometer for a second, then back at his boyfriend.

“Your fever´s very high, though.”, Alex argues, but even through the fever haze John can hear his resolve weakening.

“Only need meds and food, that´ll help. Doctor tomorrow.”

John sees Alexander´s shoulders slumping and finally, he nods, mumbling something John doesn´t even try to understand. He barely notices Alex leaving his side once more, his eyes suddenly feeling way too heavy and he doesn´t have the energy to keep them open any longer. But Alex is here, and everything is alright, so he doesn´t fight it and just drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

#lams #alexander hamilton #john laurens #hamilton #hamilton fic #lams fic #hamilton musical #my writing #mine #my fics

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moonah-rose · 3 years

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What She Needs

Quick EOTB (not a) drabble for @cecret-with-c . This should make up for me clearly not finishing my other whump fic by the weekend as I’d hoped.

This stinks!

For that matter, when did the waves outside get so rough and loud? It’s as if every sound in this little corner of paradise he created has been amplified for his annoyance, right down to the mice scurrying around in the walls who only came out to help carry a lost remote or dropped earring.

No matter how what position he lays in, no matter how much he tosses and turns, he can’t seem to get himself comfy. It makes no sense! He made sure to summon the most desirable sofa, specifically for human napping, as he knew it would be used as Eleanor’s second bed as much as sitting to watch TV. Neither of them had any issues with it before so why was it so hard for him to get to sleep now?! Why did the pillows suddenly feel so damn lumpy?

Maybe sleeping on the couch was always this difficult. He can’t say he ever did it before. Ever since he learned how to sleep, it was always with Eleanor, in her bed. Sometimes they would take the occasional nap on the sofa together, curled up in front of a movie or spent after a day of simulated adventures. She took many a snooze on here during those early weeks, where she’d be buried underneath a blanket, clinging to one of the cushions like a shield while Michael pottered around her, trying to create as calm and normal an atmosphere as possible. Perhaps she found it as awkward as he did now, but was too frightened (and mute) to complain?

Oh, stop it, Mikey. Stop trying to rationalise this.

He knew the reason he was truly so alert. The same reason he had been exiled to the couch in the first place.

“Are you just not gonna talk to me for the whole weekend then?” He asks once they’ve made it through the threshold and she’s still storming ahead.

He makes sure to scan the area, ensure the soundproofing is on, never too careful if one of his coworkers has followed to spy on them.

“Yep!” Eleanor snaps back before realising her mistake; “Oh...fork, that didn’t count!”

“Oh, c’mon, I said ‘my bad’! What more do you want?”

“Cockroaches, dude! You called me and my friends ‘cockroaches’ - you really don’t get why that pisses me off?!” She turns and rounds on him.

Maybe she, too, had been waiting until they were out of demon-sight to rage at him.

Michael raises his hands; “I did not say that!”

“Oh so your exact words weren’t ‘you guys are like cockroaches’?!” She quotes him, lowering her voice to badly imitate him.

He waves his hand.

“Yes, but I wasn’t...I wasn’t trying to insult you. Chidi asked me a straight question, I gave him a straight answer...Which happened to be a metaphor!” He tried to defend, stepping through the foyer of the beach house.

Eleanor was already on her way into the kitchen to grab a can of J.D and coke.

“Look, he asked me if I knew why I was struggling with understanding some of the things in his class and I was just trying to say, as an immortal being, I am technically superior to the rest of you...Your species!” He corrects himself as soon as she turns to scowl at him; “And I tried to put that into perspective for him! How it feels for me, a creature with unfathomable abilities and has been around since the dawn of time, to have to be taught lessons from a creature like him - a tiny, fragile, mortal species whose only existed for a tiny blink in all eternity.”

“And the first thing that came to mind...was a cockroach?!”

Oh, she really is pissed about this.

He took a breath and tried to move closer, his hands out.

“Babe, c’mon now. You know I’d never mean to call you anything like that. It was just a force of habit, it’s how they would explain our jobs to use in Torturing 101.” He tries to tell her, his palm hovering near her elbow as she swigged her drink; “Old habits die hard but I’m trying my best, you know that, right?”

She meets his eyes, the sternness in her brow weakening a little, he can see. There’s a twinge in her lips as she refuses to melt.

“Old habits seem to be alive and well this week, man. Especially when you made Chidi’s writing come off the wall and attack him, just because he corrected you on Consequentialism!”

“Come on! You laughed at that!”

“No, Jason did! I...wanted to but resisted, which is what you should be learning to do! Stop lashing out at Chidi whenever he gives you the slightest bit of negative feedback, he’s only trying to help - which he keeps doing even though you can be such a nightmare student that you make me look like a teacher’s pet!” Eleanor cringes, putting down her can and stepping back; “Oh, what the fork have you turned me into?!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’ve become a total nerd! That’s on you.” Michael deflected as he hung up his jacket and removed his bowtie, snapping his fingers to turn his trousers to jeans.

“Actually, ding dong, only reason I even asked Chidi to help me be a better person was because you tricked me into believing I wasn’t good enough to get into Heaven!”

“That wasn’t a trick, that’s a fact of the Universe.”

“You know what I mean! This is all your fault! We’re having to put up with these stupid fake tortures every day and when I’m not pretending to be miserable about that, I gotta babysit my demon boyfriend to try and stop him from actually torturing one of my best friends!” Eleanor raises her tone as she rounds on him; “And even when I finally get a chance to escape it all, I end up having a fight with said stupid demon boyfriend who’s too much of a jerkash to admit when he’s crossed the line!”

He watches her get closer, inch by inch, doing his best not to dismiss her comments and only focus on how cute she looks when she’s angry, as well as how hot it is for her to be so fearless shouting down an all-powerful immortal being.

Michael blinks as he realises she’s waiting for a response.

“Oh, you mean me?”

Eleanor groans again, moving back to the fridge. She grabbed as many J.D cans as she could carry before pushing past Michael and heading towards their bedroom.

He watches her go with a frown; “What you taking all those in there for?”

“Because I am gonna spend my torture-free night alone, in my room, drinking, eating crab and watching Real Housewives until I pass out.” She mutters as she turns the knob.

“Sounds good, count me in.” He went to follow.

“Alone!”

That sounded less good. Michael stops in his tracks, watching her slam the door. He scoffs. She’ll be back out soon. What’s she gonna do, just leave him to sleep alone on the couch?

Yes, apparently.

Were he a true demon, he’d be hoping that Eleanor was having as much trouble getting to sleep as him. That she was regretting starting a fight on what was supposed to be their monthly getaway together and was going to appear any second to apologise and agree to forget it ever happened.

But he doesn’t, because he’s already passed failing at being evil, try as his natural instincts might try to rear their ugly tentacles again. He can’t wish anything bad upon her, the woman who changed his life, who shone a light in the darkness. He doesn’t even enjoy torturing her friends, not really. Chidi, a little, as an outlet, but only for an instant high that quickly wore off when he had to deal with the consequences. Which was mostly Eleanor being pissed at him.

He wondered how close she was coming to being tempted to turn a steak knife on him again? He probably deserved it.

It was...tough, being part of a team. Bonding with Eleanor on her own, two of them here isolated away from everyone else, had run so smoothly, as if it were destiny if he dared to entertain such a lame concept. But having to share her with others, taking classes with them, sometimes it was fun but other times...Ugh, he could gladly wish for retirement. He didn’t enjoy feeling dumb or small or...so clearly inferior to the kind, ethical human who got to spend way more time with his girlfriend than he did.

Not that Michael would ever bring that up. He’d sound as bad as Ross in Season Three when he was being possessive of Rachel with that Mark guy. What a tool.

Don’t be a Ross, Mikey. That’s Ethics for Dummies right there.

He sighs, heavily, imagining losing Eleanor forever because of being like that doofus was with Rachel. He was better than that. He understood how important this was to her. He tried to respect her friends and what it meant for her to have all of them as a group; the family she’d been denied...that they’d all been denied in some way or another.

It’s on you to make this right, he tells himself.

He hit his pillow before groaning again. Fine! First thing in the morning, he’ll wake her up with a nice breakfast, he’ll say sorry, he’ll let her know how frustrated he’s been with Vicky and others lately, and how he should make it up to Chidi and-

Click.

Michael freezes. That was definitely Eleanor’s bedroom door.

He closes his eyes, pretending to sleep. He doesn’t wanna try to do this now, not at this hour. Let them have a night apart to think, let her sleep, let it be a surprise to wake up to. She’s probably just coming in to grab some water from the Brita. Or some midnight shrimp from that infinite platter in the fridge. There’s a rapid thumping sound rippling through the air. He can barely hear her bare feet pad across the carpet...

On their way towards...him...

He struggles not to open his eyes when he feels the smaller body push against him, moving him back against the cushions and slipping under his arm for the lack of a blanket. He doesn’t need one and, even without his natural fiery body heat, it’s warm enough tonight. So why is she shaking all over as she curls into him-?

Oh. Oh shirt. Not again.

“You okay-?” he whispers only to find a palm pressed to his lips.

“Shut up!” her voice commands, her fierce tone trembling with fear; “M’still mad at you!”

Clearly. That’s not his main concern right now.

He nods, opening his eyes. The remnants of tears shine on her cheeks.

He carefully moves his hand to wipe them with his thumb, cradling her face as if it were the most precious object in existence.

“Just tell me what you need.” He says, softly.

They can deal with all the rest in the morning. Right here, right now, he’s to do what his role has always been since they first arrived here.

Does she want to talk about it? Can he get her anything?

He doesn’t need to ask these questions. They’ve been uttered a hundred times, over a hundred nights, throughout this house. He’s never denied her a thing and he’s hardly going to stop tonight.

Eleanor sniffs; “...Just...do the thing...”

He nods; “C’mere.” he lifts his arm again, letting her curl in close against this chest before he wraps her up tight. His fingers gently massage up and down her back as she tries to sync her breathing with his, burying her face in his chest. He whispers the same soothing words, the same promises of safety, the same tender reassurance that it will all be okay. She can never hear it enough, not after what she had to endure. It’s a miracle she ever came back from it.

Michael chances his luck a little when he feels her begin to calm by brushing his lips against her hair. She gives the smallest hum, fingers still clutching on tight.

“Still mad.” She mumbles, nuzzling into him.

“I know.” He whispers, “And I’m still here.” Always.

He’s not sure when the couch became comfortable again but he can feel his own eyes becoming heavy. He watches her face, so close to his, admiring the smoothness of her skin and each hair out of place.

“Guess I might as well stay...” Eleanor says, sleepily; “I know you need me to look after you.”

He grants her that, smiling; “We cockroaches gotta stick together, right?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Still not good?”

Her lips twitch; “Getting better. We’ll make a human outta you soon, demon babe. Now go the fork to sleep.”

#hellstrop minific #npl au #fluff #michael x eleanor #nightmare hurt / comfort #established relationship

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secretobsessionstuff · 4 years

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Hey Max, hope you're doing well! I've got a request for you if you're taking them rn. Really been wishing for a cute fluffy fever fic for my faves Riley and Madix. Either one could be the sickee, I can't decide lol. And maybe the caretaker giving the sickee a bath or helping them shower or something cause that's like my weakness omg.

So this got a bit more intense than pure fluff, but I still think it’s adorable! I actually think it’s one of my favourite fics I have written :)

Even beneath layers of winter clothing, Madix still shivered from head to toe. He felt goosebumps all around his neck, but wrapping his scarf up tighter wasn’t doing anything to relieve the chill he felt in his bones. The soft fabric of the scarf was wet with melting snow on the outside, and damp with mucus on the inside. He sniffled from within the cocoon he made for himself, feeling properly ill.

This late in the afternoon, he could not have guessed how many times he sneezed or coughed throughout the day. In truth, the stuffy feeling in his head and the monstrous fatigue had only set in about an hour ago. He was only just now feeling like he could collapse at any moment. The idea of going back to the lodge and melting in front of the fireplace was beginning to consume his fevered mind.

It was Riley’s idea to put on their heavy winter boots and go walking in the thick forest just outside the ski lodge. At the time, Madix thought it sounded romantic. Now, it felt more like walking through a frozen hellscape.

Through the dense snow, Madix trudged closer to Riley, feeling like he was wading in tar. He was out of breath once he finally caught up to his boyfriend. With his hands on his knees, he bent forward in an effort to stop the world from spinning. God, his head was pounding. It didn’t help that his teeth were chattering so loud that it vibrated in his skull. Riley didn’t notice any of this because he was busy catching snowflakes on his tongue. He looked so happy, like a puppy experiencing snow for the first time. At least Madix thought he looked happy; he could have been wrong. His eyes were burning and tearing up too much to be sure of anything.

“Riley…” Madix said breathlessly. He cleared his throat that felt raw and sore. “Can we go back now? I’m starting to not feel so good.”

“What!” Riley’s gaze snapped away from the sky and landed on Madix. With the hat, the fluffy-rimmed hood, and the suffocating scarf, Riley could barely see his boyfriend’s face. Only a small portion of his red wind-burnt cheeks could be seen. “You don’t feel well?”

Madix swallowed painfully, causing him to grimace while shaking his head. Before he could answer, a wet cough covered his scarf in more sick droplets. When he finished his coughing fit, Riley was next to him and put a gloved hand on his shoulder. With the thick winter coat, he didn’t really feel his touch, but it was the thought that counted. Riley’s eyes – which were essentially all that could be seen with his own winter gear – looked disappointed for a millisecond just as concern took over. Madix cleared his throat again. “I’m sorry it came on really suddenly.”

“No, no, that’s okay.” Riley assured him. “You don’t sound too great either.” He looked around the empty forest that was beginning to darken. The top of the ski lodge was still visible from in between the trees. “I think we’ve got a thirty-minute walk back. Can you handle that?”

“I think so.” Madix swallowed and immediately regretted it because it reminded him just how bad he felt. He took a heavy and difficult step forward.

The boys walked for long while. Well, Riley walked; Madix took one step every hour. The energy needed to lift his foot out of the snow was monumental. It didn’t take long for Riley to be several paces ahead of him. Every minute or so, Riley looked back when he realized that his boyfriend had fallen behind.

“We’re almost there,” he called back. “You good?”

Madix didn’t answer, maybe because he didn’t hear or because he didn’t have the voice to shout back. His head was swimming in what felt like a sea of fallen snow. His aching muscles were about to give out, but on the bright side he wasn’t freezing cold anymore. The scarf was now drenched in sweat that was slowly hardening in the cold. If Madix were lucid enough, he would have known that that was actually bad sign.

He tried calling out to Riley, but another coughing fit seized his body. From the force of the expulsion, he fell forward into the snow.

“Madix!” Riley yelled as he watched his boyfriend crumble. In seconds, he ran back to the fallen boy and dropped to his knees. Riley picked up Madix and held his flushed face in his hands.

“I’m tired,” Madix mumbled against his scarf. “Are we almost home?”

Riley’s heartrate sped up upon hearing that. He didn’t think Madix was feeling this sick, but he knew what Madix meant by home, and they were nowhere near their home. With shaking hands, Riley removed his thick black gloves to pull down Madix’s scarf. His skin was slick with sweat and blotchy. It was easy to feel the fever raging throughout his body as Riley placed his cold bare hand on Madix’s burning cheek.

“Oh fuck…” Riley said more so to himself, as he could feel panic beginning to rise in his chest. He quickly slipped his gloves back on, covered up his boyfriend’s face, and pulled him to his unsteady feet. “Madix, I know you feel like death, but we have to keep walking.”

A small whimper escaped Madix’s mouth. “It’s so far away.”

“No, it’s not,” Riley lied. “Come on, lean on me.”

It felt like an eternity as Riley led his boyfriend back to the lodge. During the entire walk, he supported Madix’s weight. He just kept repeating the same thing. We’re almost there. Just a little bit further, he would say. Riley’s hand felt like it was still tingling from the heat that he found on Madix’s skin. His only thought was that he needed to get his fever down and soon.

Riley could have cried when they finally made it back to the room. The impeding winter coat was quickly thrown off so that he could move more freely. Still in his heavy snow pants, he sat Madix on the bed and began the process of undressing him. The hat came off first, making Madix’s sweat-soaked chocolate brown hair stick up at random angles. Next came the scarf that unravelled like a frozen newspaper.

Once inside the warm interior, Madix slowly came out of his delirious state. He blinked around and realized that Riley was stripping him of his winter gear, piece by piece. “Ry?” He squinted from the harsh light. “What’s going on?”

Riley popped up from the floor, holding one of Madix’s boots in his hand. “Oh, thank God, are you here with me, Mads?”

Madix nodded hesitantly, as if he wasn’t sure himself. He rubbed his eyes. “Did I pass out?”

“No.” Riley yanked the other boot off his foot. “But you were pretty out of it for a while.” He paused in the process of undressing Madix and sat on the bed. He planted the biggest kiss on Madix’s forehead. The heat was ever-present, but at least there was more clarity in his eyes. “You have a wicked fever, love.”

There was no reply. Madix sighed and let his head fall into the crook of Riley’s neck. The scent of snow and deodorant would have filled his nose if he weren’t congested like hell.

With one last kiss, Riley went back to his task. He peeled away Madix’s winter coat and his sweater, to reveal a sweat-soaked shirt underneath. Dark circles rimmed his collar and underarms, and there was a dark patch running down his back. “Oh, babe…” Riley didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t like seeing the evidence of his boyfriend’s misery.

Madix shivered as the layers started coming off. He felt sticky and cold now that the sweat was drying. The worst feeling of all was knowing that he scared Riley to death. He could see it in his boyfriend’s eyes, how terrified he had been.

“Okay,” Riley said once Madix was sitting there in just his underwear. “Now to deal with that fever.”

While running the bath, Riley took the rest of his own gear off, then he led a shivering Madix into the washroom and helped into the bath.

The water was, as expected, a disappointing lukewarm temperature. Madix got in without complain, mostly because he was too tired to put up a fight, but also because Riley was still anxiously staring at him as if waiting for him to slip back into delirium.

Madix couldn’t help but close his eyes as Riley gently washed his body. While keeping his eyes shut, he said, “I’m sorry.”

There was a beat in which Riley didn’t reply, prompting Madix to look at him. He cracked open his still burning eyes, and saw that Riley was crying softly. It hurt worse than any ache he felt, and it burned worse than any fever he had ever experienced. With soapy wet hands, he gently grabbed Riley’s wrist that was unconsciously washing his body.

The silence remained for a moment longer until Riley let out a shaky breath. With his head down and tears dripping into the bathwater, he spoke faintly, “I was so worried.”

The sound of water dripping into the tub was all that could be heard while both boys just sat there. Riley sniffled, wiping the tears from his cheek. Then Madix sniffled. An intense desire came over him to hug Riley as close as he could for as long as he could. Though he still felt disgusting and worn out, he needed a way to tell his boyfriend that he was okay. That he did exactly the right thing. That he never wanted Riley to worry ever again.

He couldn’t think of anything else to say or do, so he just leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Riley’s shoulder, as tight as he could in his weakened state.

Riley hugged back, not caring that his clothes were getting wet from the water dripping off Madix’s arms. He never ever wanted to let go.

#sickfic #fever fic #fever #flu #Madix #Riley #snz #coughing #cold #my ocs #fluff

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blushing-starker · 4 years

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You've already made so many boards for me (or tagged me in ones I didn't explicitly ask for but then I realised I needed them.) But here're some - disconnected - thoughts/prompts/ideas to take or leave: Mafia Boss Peter; Winterironspider; canon-compliant Peter missing Tony after Endgame; Spiderstrange trying to keep their relationship a secret from Tony; and honestly sometimes I'm just down for a classic, any Spideychelle in your brilliant head?

Look at you, hitting me with drama, whump, romance and the funnies! Listen, I will continue making moodboards for you, Katie and one very non trashy @trashystarker . Apart from Raf, Laney, Bee and Mabel, you guys are the ones that interact the most no matter what the hell I post. (I appreciate all of you of course, but some people are there even when i hastily throw together some pics and textures into a melting pot.)

No, but truly, thanks dear. Mafia Peter is so good! But how do I make it angsty? Well, how about mafia boss Peter missing Tony after endgame and counting on Bucky, one half of his heart, to pull him through? They suffer as lovers and then Stephen comes along, tentatively because Tony had only sacrificed himself, had only worked out this plan after the doctor told him it was the singular strategy capable of pulling them through this. The spider and soldier don't blame him, can't even consider the possibility since its not his fault. Tony wouldn't have done what he did if the overall threat hadn't existed. His death lies with Thanos, not Stephen.

(Cue them falling in love, but anywayyyyyy)

Lets get to some happy aspects! Tony survives. So does Peter. Thanks to Strange. If the man's cloak hadn't yanked him away from Thanos' grip, Mr Stark would have mourned for him all over again. And yeah, technically the cape can't be controlled but uh, he needs an excuse to follow the sorcerer around for a few weeks, ok?

It's not Peter's fault the guy is witty and clever and cunning and a brilliant strategist and oh my god he can help him figure out why his wrists hurt and tell whether it's a fever or a cold and he's flying! Without the webs thanks to the cape! Look, Mr Strange! And can the universe stop dumping him into awkward situations with men so handsome? He has a hard time catching the drool from his mouth. Their intelligence is already a turn on, he can't handle all of this.

Strange finds it endearing, lips inching upwards into something resembling a smile. And the second he does that, the cape whirls around, nearly drops Peter into an experiment and begins clapping excitedly like Stark's daughter when he showed her some magic tricks. He needs to get rid of that cape.

(Mr Strange? Are you alright, you look a bit pale? Or it could be the light? Oh hey! Now you're red! That's good, right? Maybe you touched something weird. I don't see anything on your face, but it's the only area that could be affected since you wore the gloves for the experiment. Hold on, let me take a closer look. It's really dim in this closet. Why did the cape bring us here? Is it taking us to the antidote? Mr Strange, you're getting really red now.

Peter, I highly doubt you need to be this close, I'm fine. I'll be fine once we get out of this infernal-

Was that the door closing? On a room labelled, magic properties weakened inside?

... Yes, that was the door.

Guess we're gonna have to be close now, huh?

Remind me to A) never help Stark with a project again, no matter whether the world hangs in the balance and to B) rip that cloak apart.

You can't do that! Doctor Weird is nice!

I'm sorry, Doctor what?)

Spideychelle, spideychelle.

She calls him her itsy bitsy spider constantly. Like, that's his contact name.

Ned is grumpy because I was here first. But then he sees how cute they are and admits that fine. She can have Wednesday and Thursday. Mr Stark has Saturdays and Tuesdays. He has Monday and Friday. Peter has Sunday off. Sometimes.

Peter crafts gifts using his webs, intricate flowers and careful handwriting on her window so the light hits just right and she can read the messages on the floor thanks to the shadows. If her favorite jacket, the one in ffh, continues ripping on the side, a web immediately flies to hold it together. It's the new rage in the school.

For the first few weeks, it's a bit hesitant. And then she says fuck it, gently pushes him to the floor, climbs on top and naps away. May finds them snoring, legs entangled and limbs askew. Peter holds her as gently as possible like that, careful with the superstrength and she makes sure to never put too much pressure on his chest so it doesn't remind him of the vulture or the weight of a building caving in his ribcage.

They go to Halloween as a trio. Ned may be jealous every once in a while but he's a good bro so instead of going as a pair with Peter, he finds costumes that go well with one more person.

They kiss and it's not electric. Not fireworks. It's the fizzle stars they light up in front of Mj's house, warmth shared in a puppy pile, soft sweaters and even softer curls. It's nice, makes him content and never overwhelmed. It's perfect, really. Romance doesn't have to be an uncontrollable inferno. It can be this too, a slow but steady fire keeping him alive 365 days a year.

#Sophie loves her starker fam #👑#thanks gracie #spideychelle #spiderstrange #Winterironspider #thats one of my faves by the way #mafia boss pete #hcs #The cloaks name is doctor weird #its canon now #like captainspider #was that the name #ill check

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ajaxctrl · 4 years

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OVERSENTIMENTAL | Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader SMAU

0:06 — Chapter 6, Waterfalls

Rummaging through piles and piles of stocked medicine flasks and packs of ligatures, the annoying clack of hard pills inside the jars and the thumps of various materials stumbling upon one another secluding the heavy tensioned airspace, you had a rather fixated look on your face. One might mistake you for formulating a very complex stratagem to weaken one of Hinata's freak quicks. But it's just you looking for the perfect compression you swore you saw two days ago amid prancing around the quarters.

Now, now you weren't alone. On the infirmary bed lied Sakusa Kiyoomi, the famous germaphobe second year who prides himself for the perfect enactment of social distancing and his white face mask dangling on each side of his ears off match. Yes, he had been gawking at you for a good set of five minutes as you stupidly look for a certain item he knew nothing of. "Can you not?"

"Shut it, pretty boy. Is it really hard to breathe the same air as I am puffing nose at?" You challenged, eyes still set on the agape wooden drawer. "Any other guy would be honored." Flashed with a self-appreciative joke, you scoffed as you inhale the quite powerful scent of isopropyl alcohol and among other things — topical antiseptic.

"Yeah, no."

You ignored the raven haired's disapproval, shifting gazes from varied corners to finally catch sight of the desired material. "Ah-hah! There you are!" You held the perfect compression niggardly in your [skin color] palms, giddily walking over to Sakusa's side as you plopped your butt on the bedspace.

"What is it now?"

"Stop complaining, Sakusa. I'll sell you to the gremlins, one more word, I dare you." It didn't really look like a threat, really really. Your face lit in an enigmatic gradient, lips curved in an adorable smirk, and that cute laugh — god, that laugh, it annoyed him to bits.

He swore he felt this painfully frustrating tug in his chest.

Your soft, mellowing fingertips dancing on his skin as you rolled the confining bandage over his straining arm flushed him deep into another off-putting daze. His forehead two centimeters close to yours, heartbeat pacing in a certain repetition he prayed to the Gods you'll never hear.

"Sakusa? You alright?" He'd rather die than hear that voice again. It was soft, bewilderingly mesmerizing, soothing — it felt like hell. You eyed him straight into his raven orbs, speculating for an unnoticed bruise or even a faint peck of swelling. But to no avail, nada.

"W-What the fuck are you doing?"

Your eyebrow rose, gaping at him inquisitively, "Caring for you? Like any other caring person would?" You didn't get him. He looked like he didn't appreciate your efforts! Was he really that... dispassionate? Was it in his nature? You were one to read people as if they were your favorite book. But this one...is the most confounding puzzle. A book with no pages. Your eyes lit in revelation, hoping to try out one possibility that crossed your mind. "Hey...does your head hurt? Try raising it a little. Sorry! I was too close to your leg haha...hey! Don't crouch it dumbass, it'll sting more!"

Your eyes lit as brilliant as the raging sun. Agitatingly enchanting with a hint of glee packed within, as if they weighed thousands of joyous words behind them. The way your soft tips waltzed on his pale skin startled him to the core. It's dangerous. You're dangerous.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Were these signs of a heart disease? Or can it be his panic attacks surging again because of the proximity? If any of those didn't click as appropriate reasonings, one might say he's losing his shit.

"Sakusa...calm down. Tell me, tell me what's bugging you."

You. You. You were bugging him, y/n. And what's worse is that he has no idea why.

He opened his mouth, yet suddenly closed it shut as if restraining to let out words he might regret on uttering later. This caused you to sigh in both disbelief and defeat, propping your forehead down his shoulder, adding more fuel to the fire.

"Are...are you okay now?" You queried, mumbling to a degree.

The ravenette gulped soundlessly, successfully releasing a few terms here and there. "Yeah. I'm alright."

"Okay then. I'll go back to my boys." Faintly disappointed, you retracted your form away and stood. The distance between the two of your frames enlarging by the second, both hearts beating erratically for two different reasons.

Thinking he's free from his nightmares, you broke the peace once again as his name slipped off from your tongue, placing him back to the same enigma he endured earlier on. "Sakusa?"

"Hm?"

"It's alright to ask me for help every now and then." And so off you go.

Sakusa leaned his head on the headboard, heart pouncing on his ribcage faster than what you call normal.

fuck.

Her touches were so subtle. Now I can't get that scent off of my head.

He's done for.

Masterlist || Chapter 5: Self-Lovin || Chapter 7: All I Ever Do

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GF - How A Star Is Born ch.V

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.IV - ch.VI

AO3 link

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Years went by. Both Dipper and Mabel went through vigorous training under their uncles’ supervision. After allowing Mabel to visit the world, Stanford had combat training be added to her lessons so, if needed, she could defend herself. Now a master of duel swords and a brand new goddess of the arts, Mabel spent her days inspiring humans, helping to keep Olympus beautiful and safe, and exploring the woods throughout Greece.

She also spent a lot of time talking to Dipper. At least once a week he would sit at night and draw in his journal to talk to his sister, swapping stories and inspiring each other to learn and grow.

Dipper was no longer a scrawny little boy, but a strong, muscular, clever young man of seventeen. Stan had never been more proud in his entire life, boxing with the kid and having him go through trials and tests and watching him grow up. He even managed to teach Dipper a few swears.

Stan coughed into his fist, standing at the end of the most difficult obstacle course Dipper had ever been set to. He grinned as Dipper emerged from shark-infested waters, blazing hoops, electric spikes, and racist homophobes, without a scratch on him, and Stan and Dipper high-hived and cheered and celebrated.

“You did it, kid! You were great!”

“Thanks, I couldn’t have done without you.” Dipper said with a smile.

“Obviously.” Stan smirked, earning him a soft punch in the beer belly. “Oof! Okay, okay. You go pack up, ya gremlin. We’re going to Thebes!”

“Isn’t that place, like, the worst place in Greece?” Dipper asked as they headed back to the Mystery Shack.

“You got it, you’ll be just what the doctor ordered.” Stan explained. “Young hero like you can help a lot of people in an Underworld-hole like that. Great place to start out. If you can make it at the Big Olive, you can make it anywhere.”

The men set sail before the sun rose the next morning. For some odd reason, Stan locked up the shack in a way that made it seem like they were never coming back, but Dipper assumed it was only because Stan believed that Dipper could make it big. The young man smiled, determined not to let his teacher down, and made sure they were on the right track.

After sailing across the ocean for a few hours, they floated into a river that traveled along the woods, taking a shortcut for Thebes rather than travel through the sea for Greece. Stan was resting in a chair with a cold drink in his hand, letting Dipper sail for a while, when they heard a scream.

The old man shot up and grinned. “Perfect! A damsel in distress! Good warm-up before we hit down. Lower the anchor here.”

Dipper did as he was told and they crept down the river for the waterfall, where they saw a young lady stumble away, groaning and growling in her throat.

The girl had long, beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes that crackled like raging fire, wearing a long baby-blue dress. She hurried to her feet but was soon scooped up by the enemy that came around the river bend.

A huge Manotaur with a toga around his waist was so huge he grabbed the woman in his fist around the waist. “Not so fast, sweetheart.” He growled.

“Put me down right now, Chutzpah, or I’ll…!” The woman threw a punch at the monster, but he held her away and laughed.

“I like ‘em fiery!”

“HEY!” Dipper yelled from the riverbank and stomped on the river, leaving Stan in the bushes to munch on some popcorn.

“My money’s on Hooves.”

The girl and Chutzpah stared at the newcomer and the monster growled, “Beat it, twerp, I’m busy.”

“Sorry, mister, but you’re gonna let her go, or…”

“Keep moving, junior.” The girl sneered.

“... or I’ll…” Dipper’s sentence dropped and shattered. “But aren’t you… er, a damsel in distress?”

“I’m a damsel.” The woman said as she tried to pull herself free from the giant fist. “I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.” She said with a sly grin with cold blue eyes.

Dipper swallowed and cleared his throat, reaching for his sword. “Uh, ma’am, I think you might be too close to this situation to realize your…” But the Manotaur punched him with so much force that Dipper flew onto a big boulder on the other side of the river.

Stan winced while Chutzpah laughed and the damsel looked bored. “C’mon kid, shake it off!” The old man coached.

Dipper charged, leaving his sword behind, and started to toss left and right hooks back and forth and landing, making the monster dizzy, and then used his head to hit him so hard it was his turn to fly back onto a hard surface, landing behind the waterfall and dropping the girl in the process.

“YES! That’s what I’m talking about, sport! Keep it up!”

“UGH!”

Dipper looked down at the wet girl and gently scooped her up out of the river to sit on a rock. “Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am. That was dumb… Excuse me, please.” And he and Chutzpah resumed their battle, the demigod using his strength to throw the Manotaur over his shoulder and putting him in a head-lock.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Stan chanted while the girl rang her hair dry, a smirk on her face.

“Not bad, not bad.”

“What are you talking about, he’s great!” Stan cheered. “Throw him a left! Atta boy!”

With one final punch, Dipper made Chutzpah the Manotaur fly up in the air and then come back crashing down face first in the water, a shiny bruise on his snooze button.

“Alright! Nice work!” Stan coached. “You could’ve gone without the distraction from a pair of big goo-goo eyes, but good recovery! Alright, let’s hit the water and move on.” And he walked off for the boat.

But once again, Dipper was distracted. The woman was rubbing her arms dry and sliding off the rock to stand, stretching her slender back; Dipper’s face felt hot and his whole body felt like it wasn’t even there. “Uh… are you alright, miss…?”

“Pacifica.” The girl said with a voice that dripped with sarcasm, like she believed she had better things to do than be standing here and talking to him, but she didn’t know what. “I’m fine. Thanks for the save. So, you got a name to go with all those rippling pectorals?”

“Uh… um, ah… I’m uh… uh…”

“Don’t speak Greek or something?”

“Dipper!” The man cleared his throat and answered in a calmer tone. “M-My name is Dipper. How did you get mixed up with the…”

“Knucklehead with hooves?” Pacifica finished for him. “Ah, you know how men are. They all think ‘no’ means ‘yes,’ and ‘get lost’ means ‘take me, I’m yours.’ Well, thanks for everything, Dip. Bye-bye.” And Pacifica began to walk away.

“Wait!” Dipper called out quickly, a reflex of seeing someone beautiful and cool-headed going away, and he offered sheepishly, “Uh, c-c-can I give you a ride on my boat, erm, me and Stan’s boat?”

“I’m fine,” Pacifica giggled coldly. “I’m a big tough girl, I tie my own sandals and everything. I can look after myself. See ya, Dippin’ Dots.” And Dipper watched as she disappeared beneath a hill.

“Uh… bye.” Dipper said weakly, clumsy on his feet as Stan sailed their small boat behind him, going down the river for Thebes.

“OY! Knucklehead! We going or what?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah… yeah…”

Dipper pulled himself on board, smiling with his head in the clouds. Stan sighed and shook his head, muttering, “Twitterpated.”

As Pacifica walked further and further into the woods, the atmosphere got darker and darker. The young lady walked as coldly as the air, unafraid and all too familiar with who was approaching her. When a huge gust of blue fire erupted from the Earth and a floating triangle appeared before the teenage girl, she rolled her eyes and sneered, “Great, I needed cheddar for dinner.”

Bill cackled as he held his three-sided body and kicked his legs in the air. “Oh, my little Llama. Care to explain what exactly happened?” He made a chess board appear before him with various pieces of monsters and anomalies on the board. “I thought you were gonna persuade the River Guardian to join my team for the uprising and, here I am, kinda River Guardian-less.”

“I gave it my best shot,” Pacifica said coldly as she flicked Chutzpah off the board. “But he made an offer I had to refuse.”

“Okay, fine,” Bill replied as he made the board disappear, closing it like a book. “Instead of taking two year from your lifetime sentence, Imma add two on, okay? You got your best shot?”

Pacifica groaned and walked away, leaning against a dead tree. “Look, it wasn’t my fault, okay. It was this Wonderboy who beat your Manotaur up.”

“Wonderboy?” Bill repeated.

“Some new hero who came with this big innocent farm-boy routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute.” Pacifica said with a cold snap of her fingers.

“New hero, huh?” Bill said, a hand to what might have been his chin but was really just under his eye. “If some new guy is beating up my minions it could weaken our chances of over-throwing Sixer…” The demon stopped his talking when he heard a voice. He swooped Pacifica up into the trees as a dark cloud, just in time to hide from the intruder.

Mabel was running through the woods with a pig at her feet. He had grown quite large since the young muse had met the pig, and now they both ran as fast as they could, but the teenage girl made it to a tree first, planting a hand on it, making the dead tree sprout leaves with life, and she jumped and cheered and punched the air. “That’s twenty-two for me… How about twenty-two out of forty-five?” She asked Waddles.

The big tired pig flopped over and showed his belly lazily. Mabel awed and fell to her knees to scratch him. “Aw, you’re just a big dummy-dumb. C’mon, why don’t we go see if Grunkle Ford is too busy to hang out. This Mabel’s gotta have some family time.” And she picked up her pet pig and skipped back home.

Bill plunged back onto the ground, dropping Pacifica, who sat on a rock boringly, as Bill glowed red with fire and yelled loudly, “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!” And soon every tree circling them was no more.

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“Who’s a cute lil guy? You are!” Gideon said into his hand mirror, sitting at the front desk of the Underworld.

The huge doors flew open as Bill, still red and fiery with anger, entered and grew to the size of a giant before his minion. “YOU SAID YOU TOOK CARE OF THE TWINS!”

“The what now?” Gideon asked calmly.

Bill towered down at the white-haired chubby teenager and bellowed, “Sixer’s brats! The ones destined to stop me from ruling this dimension! You said they were dead as doornails! But the girl is still alive!”

“Yeah, so?” Gideon asked. “The prophecy said both twins had to be there for you to lose. There’s only one. So there. And besides it took you seventeen years to realize Stanford was still dotting on his niece. If anything you suck at keeping up with your own prey.”

Bill shrunk down, shaking with anger and still red, but he had to admit that the jerk was right. “Fine, but the boy, Mason, is dead, right?”

“More or less.”

“”WHAT DO YOU MEAN MORE OR LESS?!”

“He will be when the mortal world is done with him.” Gideon sneered with a crooked smile. “That scrawny twerp doesn’t stand a chance in Thebes.”

“And you know all of this HOW?!”

“It’s fun watching him struggle and lose.” Gideon admitted with a shrug.

“I’m not taking any chances!” Bill yelled and floated away. “We’ve got one year until I can free my friends and take over this dimension! Since I can’t curse Shooting Star into a mortal, I can still kill Pinetree.”

“I’m telling you,” Gideon said, following his boss. “That loser doesn’t stand a chance. I know just who to send to kill him.”

And Bill’s anger melted away as he listened to his minion’s plan and helped make it better.

#GF #gravity falls au #fanfiction #hercules #dipper pines #mabel pines #stan pines #pacifica northwest #bill cipher #hope you like it!!!#gift

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huntsman-ash · 3 years

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RWBY V8E4 LiveThoughts

And were back at it again, this week with turkey and Italian preserved sausage as a snack! Lets see what RT has for us this week.

Oh, 20 minutes. Are they normally this long?

Oh, wait, the openings almost 2 minutes long. Thats more like it.

And now to Robyn and Qrow. Seems Robyns actually liking Qrow a little bit now.

Guess the cells aren’t secured if a fly got into Schnee’s. This a “Fly on Mike Pence’s face” reference?

Qrow sounds more growly again. Did he get smacked back two seasons by Clover dying?

If by “darkness” you mean “Tyrian” then, yes. Also dude, its Clover. He was shit anyway. All the Aces are shit. Dont feel too bad about him.

And he’s got a point too. If Clover had thought with his head instead of his dick (yes, Im sure they were gonna fuck, Fair Games totally a thing), he probably wouldnt be dead now, and Tyrian would be the one with the sword through his chest.

But of course this is RWBY and V7/8 so things cant go their ways.

Ouch. Deep thoughts of Qrow. And some interesting stuff from Robyn too. I still think I’d prefer hopeandharmonizing’s Briar, though.

Marrows glare gives me life. Hare’s just a moron right now though, but thats no real surprise. She’s immature emotionally. Honestly, shes...kind of like a less bad version of our current President. Always has to be the best at everything, fastest, leader, whatever.

Thats probably why this is grating on her so much. Even though shes TECHNICALLY the Ace’s leader now (I think? Seemed like she was Clovers lieutenant, so by rate of succession she’s in command now)

A glance at the little floating control pad... “Clerance access only”. Okay, that...seems weird. Shouldnt it say something like authorized personell only? Maybe it means access by clerance only or something.

Then Robyn’s name, and then process ID 4591-27. No idea what thats useful for but its there.

Also Marrow seems to be the only competent member of the Aces rn.

Ah now we get to see some of the hills around Atlas. For those of you who have seen my headcanons on the Hunter-Killers and their base of operations, Fortress Academy, its out in these hills somewhere.

The music sounds like a boss fight.

The screen on Ren’s hoverbike reads “HVB Rhino” and “HD5800″ I can only assume HVB stands for “hoverbike” and Rhino must be its name, like how the dropships are Mantas. No clue what the number is.

Also apparently the cold in Solitas is so bad it corrupts machinery?

Ahh, good, some action. Lets see what we get now. Ohh, teamwork. And again, signs that aura allows you to move faster and farther than a normal human

Heh, it really is like a boss fight, like the chase scene at the end of the first Viking level in For Honor.

Oh, and it can call for reenforcements literally out of nowhere? Or is the whole tundra of Solitas just CRAWLING with Grimm?

Yes, yes it did just call for backup, Yang. Maybe these are all forward scouts and ambush units from the Grimmstorm. They did say its the biggest...

Another banger from Casey Lee Williams...

What the hell happened in Solitas to cause this geography? Seriously, its a line of bridges over a gap in two cliffs...that cant be natrual, not that equal in distance.

Man, those bikes didnt even last half an episode...I guess thats fair, they are facing obsurd odds. Or maybe they just want Yang to be the only one with a bike.

And there goes the dropwall. Woops.

Also you can just kinda see it but they bounce off the rock and thats why they slow down. Useful.

Also this part with them falling off the edge reminds me of the ending cutscene of Halo 4s Forerunner level, where Chief flies out of a portal and almost goes sailing off a cliff in a Ghost. Except here, the bike stays on the land and THEY go off the cliff.

I paused at just the right time cause YANGS FACE XD

Holy shit what are Ren’s weapons cables MADE OF? The one atop him is holding him AND the weight of his two teammates. And the one below has both Jaune and Yang. No sign of slippage or breackage at all.

Ahhh there’s the whaleship (Monstra? Fuck it Im gonna keep calling it the whaleship). So yeah my headcanon now is the mountain its right next too is Menachite, where Fortress is.

Oh hey back to the Schnee manor of all things! Does...this mean military invasion of the Schnee grounds. Hey Whitley. Lesbians are here.

Someone make a video cut of Weiss banging on the door to the “Knock knock open up the door its real!” part of that one song.

Hehehehhe. Nice Weiss.

Also convenient about the house staff. Good thing RT doesnt need to animate them or Willow now...

I hope the staff took some of the silverware and some paintings on the way out.

Why is MAY the one carrying Nora.

Ah so now they’re stuck out there with no cell service. Hehe.

Ah okay so the cold in Solitas DOES eat aura. Good, my headcanon still kind of stands.

I wonder, does wearing proper cold weather clothing (like bundled up stuff) help? Or does it cut right through...

Why is JAUNE the one hauling the bike? Isnt Yang the strongest? Or maybe they take turns.

Ahhh inter-team talking. Also, outpost. Hmm. Atlas one? Overrun if I had to guess. Unless he saw Fortress. Which I doubt.

I do love the circling shot here, with the light on Yang’s hair and the shadows on Ren. Its...really artistic and emotional. GREAT WORK RT.

Rens got points. And hes saying stuff I myself have been saying for ages, which is good. I wonder why this is how Ren is now...working with the Ace Ops? Being afraid of loosing Nora? No one tell him what happened last episode.

Also, Jaune’s hair seems to have gotten less crazy in recent episodes. It looks less like a banana and more like a close tactical cut.

Yangs got a point.

Ahhh and now we get to see the inside of the whale.

SALEM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP SHOWING THE FUCK OFF. SERIOUSLY. WE GET IT.

...this is gonna be a really criingy torture section, isnt it.

Someones gonna take that “hound didnt break you” line in the WRONG direction

It is amusing the only thing holding Oscar down is the Hound actually.

Ah so they’re still searching the remains of Beacon.

Also I like how Salem calls them “her forces” as if its anything but a random bunch of expendable monsters. Like, bruh, you cant search anything with THAT.

Ignoring the boring chat between these two, notice how the Hound’s shoulder literally flexes and shifts when Salem touched it. I dont think this thing is solid at all aside from the head and the bone claws...the whole thing is just amorphous Grimm material that can adapt to whatever situation it requires. A specialist unit. A...Hunter hunter.

Yo what the fuck was that. Magic? Huh. Did we actually SEE magic for once in the show? Only took us 8 FUCKING SEASONS...

Doesnt seem to be anything but an energy blast/pain never firing though. I assume his auras still gone, cause its completely singed his shirt, but it didnt do much else.

...Im not impressed.

She really needs to stop touching his face, its creeping me out.

HAHA SHE CANT DO IT HERSELF SHE HAS TO RELY ON HAZEL BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. I think we know where she stands now, doesnt she...say what you will about her letting Hazel have his vengeance (which is very valid, even he admits hit), but me? I think she A) cant actually beat up on Ozma herself because she still cares and B) shes almost out of magic too. Its weakened as the Gods have been gone and shes been forced to rely on the Grimm and on pawns. Basically, once she and Oz are both gone? That’s it for magic. Remnant will belong to the Grimm...and to technology.

At which point without Oz around to hold them back Atlas is going to go fucking BONKERS and basically ensure the Grimm get pushed back into a corner and then finally permenantly STAMPED OUT.

More Whale insides. Seems like most of its empty grandious spaces. Or possibly muscle? Hard to tell. Either way theres a lot of open air in there...with tight corridors. If you fired a thermobaric warehead into one of the chambers the resulting blastc could possibly blow the doors off and send a raging fireball through the entire thing...Hmm. Filing that away for later.

NEO IS SO SHORT ITS FUNNY TO ME. I know its just positioning BUT SHE LOOKS EVEN SHORTER IN THIS SHOT THAN USUAL.

More note on the Hound; the “flesh” around its right shoulder spike actually sinks down when it stops moving. Its neck shifts and moves too, like the material isnt solid, but recirculating.

I also dont see any eyes. And it looks like it has some kind of...forehead mouth? Def looks like teeth down the ridge of its spine.

Oh boy yeah that...whole thing is basically melting in on itself.

I wont lie; hearing Cinder get berated by CORTANA (and yes, I still hear Cortana in Salem, espeically now that the two characters are kind of one and the same, both megalomaniacal leaders of giant armies, bar the fact that one of them is about a TRILLION times more dangerous than the other because one of them has access to Guardian Custodies and the other one is...well kind of lame and has to have beefy dudes beat up on small children etc) is pleasing to me.

Get fucked, Cinder.

And THERE is Cortana again too.

Neo Marry Popins’s Ya’lling is fucking CUTE. And I love her little smirk.

Wait the whale’s that close?

..oh my...hold on.

...thats it. THATS ATLAS’S AIR FLEET!?!

12 AIRSHIPS? 12? EXCUSE ME!?

ARE YOU LEGITAMETLY TELLING ME THE BIGGEST MILITARY ON REMNANT HAS FEWER AIRSHIPS THAN THE SMALLEST NAVY ON EARTH HAS FRIGATES? YOUR FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT? THERE HAS TO BE MORE SOMEWHERE. THIS IS A JOKE, A STRAIGHT UP FUCKING JOKE.

...

No, thats...thats it. Thats Atlas’s airfleet. 12 tiny vessels. I swear it was bigger last season...

...HA! HAHA! HA! Oh, Ironwood, and Atlas as a whole...you deserve everything your about to get. I hope you die SCREAMING, and that when your bodies fall bleeding and shattered to Mantle, the people down there will realize that, no. You cant just assume Hunters will do all the work for you

THIS IS REMNANT. ITS KILL OR BE KILLED. YOU EITHER MAKE A FORCE POWERFUL ENOUGH THAT THE GRIMM RUN FROM YOU OR YOU DIE INSTEAD. ATLAS FAILED. NOW THEY SUFFER.

Emerald stop simpin.

Also that is...the SHITTEST outpost...I have ever seen in my life. My overall thought process of Atlas is...sinking even LOWER than before.

Though it seems more like a waystation. Bed, Dust, some dudes coat on it. Dead heater. Its probably a rest spot for Specialists out in the tundra.

Ren does the emo sit. Lol. Yang even says it. Brood himself to death.

Alright whats this now...something forcing itself out of the tundra?

And thats it for today! Cool ass concept art at the end there too.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #spoilers #rwby v8

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6 Underground ficlet Part II

Word Count: 1,315

Read Part I here

While yeah, it sucked you had to stay behind when the team went off on their mini mission to Sicily because according to One “someone has to watch the dog”, at least you got a phone call from Six about how well it went.

You were dying to ask about Four.

Did he say anything about you? Was he thinking about you?

Did he miss you?

You were certain Six found you absolutely insufferable, but he took it all in stride saying he’d pass along a message for you.

“Tell him to bring me back a souvenir. I will accept food or alcohol,” you joked.

Six laughed. “Yeah, and do you want that with a bouquet of roses too?” he teased

“Haha. Shut up,” you replied flatly, rolling your eyes, fighting a smile. “Call me when you leave Italy.”

And then he never did.

You waited. And waited.

Surprisingly enough, Four called you. At first, you were exhilarated just to hear his voice. Then he delivered the worst possible news and suddenly you just wanted the conversation to be over.

You didn’t sleep after that. You couldn’t.

All you could do was wait for the team to return.

As soon as the jet touched down you were there.

One steadfastly avoided looking in your direction. He brushed right past you and headed straight for his trailer. There was work to be done...and he was determined to throw himself into it before he fell into a pit of self loathing so deep there was no escape.

…

Fact number one: There was no body to bury.

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” you sniffled, curling further into yourself.

Four pressed a wad of tissues into your hand which you gratefully accepted.

He didn’t know what to say.

Fact two: You hadn’t even known Six's real name.

How were you supposed to mourn someone if you didn’t even know their name?

Your world had shrunk exponentially when you cut all ties to your old life. And it was still shrinking.

…

One stood in the way of you boarding the jet.

You struggled to shoulder past him. He refused to budge.

You bared your teeth in anger. “I’m not fucking staying behind again. Get the fuck out of my way!”

The other ghosts stood behind you, not yet boarded, waiting to see how this played out.

One's eyes scanned your own, the wheels turning in his head. “Who’s going to watch Wally if you come with us? Think about it Zero. If you leave him alone here for who knows how long, that’s animal abuse,” he tried to rationalize in that condescending tone of his.

“I’ll fucking take him with me! Now move! I’m coming with you!” you shouted at him as frustrated tears streamed down your face.

One had his arms around you in an attempt to push you back, but at this point he was basically hugging you to him. “You can’t come with us. You have to stay here, kid. Where I know you'll be safe.” He had dropped the condescending tone and if you didn’t know any better, you say he sounded a little vulnerable right then.

Of all people, it was the new guy who convinced you to stay behind.

Seven placed a hand on your shoulder, gave you one long hard look and said, “I’ll look out for everyone, don’t you worry. I’m a sniper. It’s what I do.”

There was a long pause as a battle raged inside you.

Begrudgingly, you nodded your assent and backed away from the jet’s entrance. The other ghosts parted to let you by. Four lingered behind while they boarded.

It was just the two of you on the tarmac.

You took in the sight of him as though it was the last time you’d have the chance to do so. He was so heart achingly beautiful. You didn’t want to forget for a single moment what he looked like.

“I guess this is goodbye,” he murmured, smiling weakly.

You roughly wiped away the drying tears on your face. “For now. Just for now.”

He adjusted his grip on his bag. “I’ll call you when I can.”

You nodded, glancing away. “And I’ll be watching the news for when you finally take this bad guy down.”

He grew quiet. Shuffled his feet.

“Hey.” He reached for you and you gladly fell into his embrace.

“You better come back in one piece,” you mumbled into his chest.

He pecked a kiss on the top of your head and smirked. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m a professional.”

“Let’s get a move on! This coup isn’t going to d’etat itself!” One yelled from the jet’s interior.

You both chuckled, letting each other go.

“Two must be rolling her eyes so hard right now,” Four said.

You punched his shoulder playfully, “Go break a leg already.”

…

The next time Four called you, he surprised you with four seemingly innocuous words.

“My name is Billy.”

There was no “hi” or any other form of greeting when you picked up the phone on the first ring. Just those four words you didn’t know what to make of.

You had been completely absorbed in the news coverage on the Turgistan coup for hours, eyes glued to the computer screen.

They had done it. One’s crazy plan had actually worked.

Your chest glowed with pride.

Then came the phone call.

My. Name. Is. Billy.

Billy.

His name rang in your ears.

"...But what about the rules?" you asked, clearly flustered.

Your face felt hot. Here and now you finally had his name. Here he offered you a secret you coveted and now it felt like everything about your friendship was changing.

"Fuck the rules," he laughed breathlessly.

Exhilarated, you laughed too. "My name is Y/N."

...

You met the ghost’s on the tarmac when they returned from Turgistan and the first thing you noticed when you laid eyes on Four again was his arm in a sling.

Your eyes bugged out of your skull.

"I said break a leg! Not break an arm!" you fretted. "Shit, are you ok Billy?"

You watched his eyes light up with elated disbelief as the sound of his real name left your lips and then he was dropping his bag and surging forward to wrap his arms around you.

“I thought I was never going to see you again,” he murmured by your ear.

Your heart seized.

“For a minute there I thought I was a goner. All I could think about was you. But I didn’t even know your name and if I died I never would. It was scary,” he admitted. “Before all this I didn’t have a lot of people in my life who cared about me…”

When he started to trail off, you couldn’t control yourself and you blurted out without thinking, “Do you want to go steady with me?”

Billy snorted before pulling away so he could look at you.

“Have you been watching those old shows One keeps around?” he teased.

You glowered at him for a long moment before the expression weakened into something softer. He seemed a little taken aback by the change.

You gazed at him from beneath you eyelashes.

“Be with me,” you pleaded quietly.

He cupped your face gently and met your gaze dead on. “I’d love to.”

“Hey! Get a room!” Five, or Amelia according to Billy, poked fun at them with a wide grin.

“They grow up so fast,” you heard One say.

“I think they’re cute together,” Seven countered.

The other ghosts chuckled as they headed to the haunted house.

Billy turned his attention back to you and cocked his head. “How do you feel about going somewhere warm until the next mission?”

Your entire face lit up. “I’d love to,” you echoed his earlier words with a grin.

@theadventuroushermit

#6 underground #6 underground ficlet #four!6underground x reader #four!billy x reader #ben hardy x reader #6 underground movie #ben hardy x you #four!6underground x you #billy!6underground x you #four!billy x you #six underground

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jflashandclash · 4 years

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Tales From Mount Othrys

Alabaster: Delicate Dance of Chance III

Alabaster was grateful for the outdoor air. Despite Axel’s distraction, he still felt unsettled.

They strolled along the school’s sidewalk. The grounds were tastefully decorated—clearly an art school. There were bushes and rails juxtaposed with modern sculptures and painted boards. Everything was illuminated with ground lights.

Alabaster was shocked. Between the dancing and the games, Pax had pushed him through the two hours faster than he thought possible. Although he made it through the obligatory time, he didn’t mind staying a little longer. He needed time to think.

While bouncing alongside him, Pax prattled about Dr. Thorn’s trick shot in Pin the Sword in the Demigod. Alabaster looked at the skyline and the swirling vortex of Mount Othrys.

“Hey Alabaster, can I ask your opinion on something?”

Alabaster startled. Without intending to, he’d zoned out for the last few seconds of the conversation.

There was a waist-high concrete wall along the path, lined with bushes. Pax hopped atop, setting his plastic cup beside him. He puffed up his cheeks and popped them, kicking his boots against the rock.

Despite the warm night, Pax looked like he was shaking again. As Alabaster suspected, they needed to talk about what happened earlier.

Pax pointed to the rock beside him.

Alabaster sighed and obliged. He set his plastic cup down and quarter turned to face Pax. He didn’t want to admit that he’d quoted his grandfather or that he felt socially incompetent. There must have been some excuse for why he had acted that way.

Pax turned fully towards him, pulling his legs up into a pretzel. One of his knees twitched into the bush branches. As Alabaster expected he would, Pax scooted closer, until his shins brushed against Alabaster’s leg and his face was—at most—half a foot away. Normally, Alabaster brushed the invasion of space off as typical Pax behavior. But, something made Alabaster think about their dancing: how Pax’s hand felt and the slight scent of chocolate that always followed him. Alabaster’s discomfort intensified.

“I—um—there’s—um—” Pax mumbled, looking at his boots.

Alabaster frowned. The easiest thing to do was apologize. “Ajax—”

“There’s a project I’m working on! One I need help with!” Pax blurted.

Relief relaxed Alabaster’s shoulders. That wasn’t what he’d expected; though, maybe, Pax was derailing them.

“Painting or stitching?” Alabaster asked. Those were the two most typical ones, but Pax sometimes surprised him.

“It’s a secret,” he said. “But it’s—it’s something really fragile that I’ve been working on for a really long time.” His shakes worsened. Alabaster could feel them against his leg. Even Pax’s buoyant voice took on a weakened quiver.

“Okay. How can I help if I can’t have details on it?” Alabaster asked.

Pax had kept a few projects secret before; however, he never asked for advice on those pieces.

“Well… it’s…” Pax half-puffed his cheeks and inhaled. “It’s… already really beautiful. It’s one of my favorites, actually.” The child of Eris glanced at Alabaster. His crazy hair half-concealed his smile so Alabaster could only see the glisten of his golden eye. “But it is really fragile—like a sneeze from Charlie aimed the wrong way could shatter it. And I’m really scared of breaking it. But… but recently…” Pax swallowed. “Recently, I thought of a way I could make it more beautiful. Stunning and wonderful. More beautiful than a Reese sundae.”

His shy smile turned dopy. “And… and I think I would like that. But I would have to tamper with it and I’m really scared of breaking it. I don’t think I can repair it if I break it. Do you think… Do you think…”

Without looking, Pax reached for Alabaster’s sleeve, missed, and settled his hand atop Alabaster’s instead. With how much Pax was struggling to speak, Alabaster decided to ignore the motion. He didn’t want to distract him by moving away.

Pax raised his chin, eyes wide. “Do you think I should risk destroying something beautiful, and something I really like, in order to possibly make it more awesome?”

For once, Alabaster didn’t need to ponder over an answer. “Yes,” he said. “If there is a chance of improvement, I think progress outweighs the possibility of failu—”

Pax leaned forward, cupped Alabaster’s cheek with his spare hand, and pressed their mouths together. The smell of chocolate overwhelmed his senses. Pax’s lips were soft, as was the hair that tickled Alabaster’s collar.

Oh… was all Alabaster could think. As he did at the beginning of the night, Alabaster felt very stupid. Alabaster didn’t remember making a conscious decision about what to do next. One moment, Pax was kissing him, and the next moment, Pax was on the concrete walkway. Alabaster had pushed him hard—too hard. All he wanted was to get Pax away, to have a moment to think, but Pax didn’t have time to land properly. He slammed onto his side and clutched his arm. His face contorted in shock and pain.

Alabaster was stunned, both by the kiss and his own ensuing panic. Now was the time for a disinterested, calculated comment to diffuse the situation. Alabaster’s heartbeat was thundering in his head, preventing any such comments from entering his consciousness. When he tried, all he got was his grandfather’s disgusted grimace and sneer, “Magic? An excuse to be a fag having satanic orgies in the forest. If you want to help him, train to become a doctor, not to sodomize animals. You whimsical fool.”

There were few times he’d felt speechless. Once was when Luke hit him. It sent him back to the only other time Alabaster had been hit, the last time he’d been speechless: at his father’s hospital bed, where his grandfather had slapped him. Alabaster often wondered if it was because, secretly, his grandfather wanted the magic to work, and Alabaster’s failures to save his father’s life cracked his grandfather’s last hope. Like Alabaster had killed him instead of the cancer.

This isn’t the time for that. Say something! His mouth had gone dry.

Pax’s mouth twitched. Alabaster anticipated any possible rebuttals, like a good chess master should.

But, you danced with me?

I didn’t know it meant that to you.

But, you make it seem like you care about me.

I do care about you. We’re friends.

One of the few people Alabaster considered a friend.

Pax didn’t speak. His mouth trembled closed. He lunged into a run, keeping his arm cradled as he disappeared around a corner.

The paralysis broke. Alabaster stumbled to his feet. “Ajax…” he muttered.

A fragile project that Pax had been working on a really long time, one he was afraid of destroying: their friendship.

“You idiot.” Alabaster didn’t know if he meant it for himself or the younger boy. He needed time to think, to figure this—

The bushes rustled behind him. “What is wrong with you?” A flash of red erupted. Jack shimmied his way through the bush, stood on the concrete wall, and folded his arms. “How dare you treat my boy like that! Do you have any idea how long we’ve been psyching him up to do that?”

Matthias’s head poked out from behind the bushes. Sparks spattered near him. Lou Ellen must have cast an invisibility spell, likely to cower from Alabaster’s wrath.

And did he feel wrathful. “You were spying on us?!”

“Of course I’m spying on you. You two need a chaperone after all! My little Ajax going on his first date and you think he can go unescorted with an apparent ruffian like you—you could have broken his arm!”

Alabaster was too angry to be relieved that he hadn’t. Jack would have sensed a broken arm. He scowled. “Ajax’s first—Oh, how typical. You drag someone into your delusional Flash fantasy land and just assume we’ll all follow the script.”

“The script would have been fine if you weren’t such an insensitive jerk!” Jack raised his chin.

Alabaster seethed. He could eviscerate Jack off this planet with a word, knocking out one of Camp Othys’ powerhouses. This wasn’t the first time he’d been the temptation. Magic was so underestimated by the modern heroes. They should have paid more attention to their Homeric classics.

“You didn’t even consider that—“ Alabaster held a hand up to stop himself. His fingers shook with rage. One wrong curse or hand motion and he might make Jack a different kind of redhead by searing off his scalp. And over what? A child’s infatuation?

Matthias cleared his throat. “I need to go put all these fireworks away,” he said, hefting up a box. The Nordic boy took several calculated steps backwards. He almost tripped on the uneven ground behind the bush. Serious confrontations never were Hanson’s strong point. Alabaster could only speculate why Hanson had a box of fireworks. Titans forbid if Alabaster had wanted Pax to kiss him and that oaf decided to set those off.

“Al…” Lou Ellen whimpered from her invisibility spell.

A hum purred from Jack’s throat. It would have been innocuous from another, but a deadly threat from him. Alabaster wondered if Jack even knew that he was doing it. That a disgusting similarity between them: the ability to kill with ease and without intention.

“Flash, you’re a loose cannon that ought to be locked up in a psyche ward, not left to haphazardly assert your reality onto others. You’re like a sick Rottweiler.” Alabaster sighed, rubbing his temple and reminding himself that Jack was too much a simpleton to understand. If only Luke and Flynn had disciplined him earlier instead of giving him more power.

Jack’s disapproving expression melted. “Did—did you just compare me to a cute puppers?”

Alabaster clenched his fist. He could handle Jack being crazy; he couldn’t handle him being an idiot.

“Jack!” Lou Ellen cried, “Someone needs to go check on Pax. He’ll—he’ll be crushed by this. He needs you right now.”

Jack tugged at his hair. “You’re right! Oh, Ajax, my poor, broken-hearted boy! This isn’t over, scoundrel!” With the last, bitter comment, Jack took off in the direction Pax had run.

The invisibility spell might catch the bush on fire if it sparked any more. Lou Ellen must have been nervous. “I know Jack is delusional and everything, but… you could have been nicer to Pax,” the sparks mumbled.

Alabaster exhaled deeply. The younger boy’s look of shock and pain replayed in his memory, filling in details that probably hadn’t been there: the redness of Pax’s eyes, a comment dying on his lips.

Jack’s assumptions made Alabaster so angry, but, this was no way to act in front of his little sister. Like a raging ape. “You’re correct, Lou Ellen,” he said, forcing his voice as devoid of emotion as possible, “An appropriate apology is in order—only for the aggressive response, not for the rejection itself…” He examined the flittering sparks. He needed to be calm for this next question. “Have you been encouraging this behavior in Pax?”

A hiccup. Lou Ellen was sniffling. “I don’t know. You always seem more at ease with him.”

Alabaster frowned. “I… I am. But, I…” He traced through his interactions with others. “I’m not interested in boys in that capacity.” He never got uncomfortable around the boys in the camp’s thermae.[1] But, with the girls? When they went for a swim on one of California’s beaches, he had crumbled with humiliation under Lucille’s teasing. He was thankful Mercedes wore full-body swimsuit so he could talk to her without blushing.

Pax was a boy. That should be the end of it. Why, then, did he feel uncomfortable when he thought about Pax as Axel’s little sister? The image haunted him: Pax as some flat-chested girl half-drowned in her friend’s borrowed clothing.

Alabaster didn’t want a relationship with anyone, right? Relationships started foolish fights that ended in childish resentment and misunderstanding. What was the point of it all? They had so much more to worry about.

Was the objective to have a reason to fight? His reason was clear: to end tyranny, something—Alabaster’s stomach churned—that seemed less likely each time Kronos peeled away a layer of Luke. Alabaster had never liked Luke. The child of Hermes was weak, emotional, and illogical. However, he understood Luke’s purpose in the overall plan: he was a charming, handsome mascot to their cause. Now, “he,” this new hybridized Kronos-Luke, was becoming dangerous, a thug like the gods they strove to destroy.

How could Alabaster bring up this concern with anyone? He thought about Mercedes’ dark gaze when she had interrogated him. Should she have been suspicious of him? Could he ethically help a monster like Kronos to a position of power..?

He wanted to talk to Axel. That’s someone Alabaster felt like he could trust. Would their friendship be ruined if he rejected Axel’s little brother?

This was too complicated.

He rubbed his eyes wearily. “Lelly, how long has Pax espoused these emotions?”

He must have successfully exuded a calming aura. The invisibility spell sputtered out, leaving Lou Ellen seated on the edge of the wall. Her knees were tucked up against her and she refused to make eye contact. “Around the same time I realize Axel was a hunk of feline sexiness.”

The wording choked Alabaster. “And when exactly did you realize…” Alabaster sighed. “That Axel was ‘a hunk of feline sexiness?’”

“When you pulled his Mist mask off.” She aimed the words at the ground.

So, a superficial crush. This didn’t have to make their relationship weird. It was an infatuation. Alabaster was an older, wiser person that Pax spent a lot of time with. He held access to the mystical and mysterious, two things Pax seemed to admire. If not Alabaster, it would have likely been a different child of Hecate or—Alabaster snorted. Mysterious. Why couldn’t Pax have plagued Mercedes with these emotions? She was immune to Pax’s annoyance and charm.[2]

All Alabaster had to do was craft an apology and get Pax comfortable around him again. Then, he could discuss potential insurrection with Axel. A sardonic smirk curled his lips. “Lelly,” he said, staring at the swirl of Mount Othrys, “Bring me my library card.”

“Library card?” she asked skeptically.

“If you so distinctly heard me the first time, Lelly, you needn’t repeat me for clarity.”

“Yea, but… library card? Not spell book? Or—”

“Now.”

***

Author’s note: Thanks for reading! I feel like this piece was a little scattered. The part up to the kiss was written, like, a year ago, and I scrambled to try pulling it together from there. I hope you enjoyed regardless! Stay tuned in two weeks for the last installment of the Delicate Dance of Chance to see how Alabaster makes it up to Pax. And, maybe, how Pax makes Alabaster question a lot of things about himself. XD he’s good at doing that to people.

[1] Greek bathing unit

[2] *giggle*

#Tales from Mount Othrys #PJO #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #hOO #Heroes of Olympus #A kiss?!?#angst?!?#But really--I love alabaster he's such an asshole #<3

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nightowlfandom · 5 years

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Yandere! Jeon Jungkook Smut- Until I Can’t anymore.

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE!

31- You need to be taught a lesson.

40- I think you’re wonderful...those horrible people you’ve dated...they don’t deserve you

48- You deserve better...someone who cares about you

I am so sorry I didn’t get to this sooner, but I have like more than 10 other requests waiting to be finished, including ones I might have to start over...but you didn’t come here to hear me complain you can’t for smuuut

I also changed this request up a little! hope you don’t mind!

EDIT FROM FUTURE AUTHOR-CHAN-....I FORGOT AN ENTIRE ASS PROMPT FBGIEGBOIEWGEW IM SO SORRY

Also I’m really playing on the yandere thing soooo ya also trigger warning there will be slightly dark themes like almost getting abused and getting bullied please proceed with caution if those are tough subjects for you.

Leggo!!

...

For the past few weeks you had felt like someone was watching you, maybe it was paranoia or maybe you were onto something, you had no clue. it seemed as if lately you had to be more and more on guard but you didn’t know for sure. You felt an...uneasiness.

“Hey!” you were walking down the street when a familiar sounding voice caught your attention. You saw Jungkook jogging to catch up to you. “I was wondering when I’d see you again.”

“Hi Jungkook!” you cheer happily. “I haven’t talked to you in a bit. What’s new popstar?” you teased.

“Oh stop.” he chuckled. “I’m more interested in you, lovely.” he winked, making you heat up a bit. “How are you today beautiful?”

“Better now that you’re here.” you said shyly. You may or may not have had a small crush on Jungkook.

“Hm I’m glad.” he smirked. “Excuse me for seeming sudden but I’d love to take you somewhere.”

Your heart fell, you really couldn’t bring yourself to reject him, but you had a good reason for it.

“Jungkook...I-” you began. You stopped yourself when Jungkook tilted his head to the side like a puppy, his lips were on the verge of forming into a frown. “I’d love to.” you sighed, giving in. Guilt flooded your chest.

“Great!” Jungkook smiled. “I’ll cook for you, make you something real nice while we spend time together.” he grabbed both your hands.

“Sounds fun.” you chuckled, slowly feeling that guilt fade. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Jungkook smiled, but he noticed your hesitation at first. He was afraid that he had come on to strong, then again...knowing you, there was more at hand. He knew that something was eating at you and if he knew you like he thought he did, it had something to do with a certain other man who had been causing you trouble, but that was just him thinking about it.

“I’ll pick you up tonight, babe.” Jungkook winked. “Until then, wear something super pretty for me. Won’t you?”

You felt your face heat up again and you looked down at your shoes. “I’ll try to.”

“Perfect. Well I won’t keep you too long, you should get back to shopping. That jacket you were looking at just went on sale.” he smiled lightly, turning around.

The jacket you wanted went on sale?!! Awesome!.

“Wait a sec...Jungkook how did you know I wanted a-” you turned around to find him gone from your sight. “Weird...” you trailed off. “Might as well hurry up so I can get ready.”

...

“Hello there beautiful.” Jungkook was at your door, dressed nicely. “Perfect as always.” he chuckled. Okay it was the first time in awhile you had worn a skirt bu the didn’t need to stroke your ego that much.

“Oh hush.” you felt your face heat up. “I look a mess.”

Jungkook slipped his fingers under your chin and made you look up. “Never.”

“..O-okay.” you mumbled shyly.

“You ready to go?” Jungkook chuckled. “I plan on making the best food you’ve ever tasted so I hope you’re hungry.” He grabbed your hand.

“Yeah, hope you know I’m a real critic when it comes to good food.” you joked.

“Oh now I really have to step it up.” he replied, winking. You felt your face heat up again. Jungkook thought it was so cute, he admired your shyness. It was no wonder why he took such a deep interest in you. “Y/N...is something bothering you?”

“Hm? Oh no! I’m just..thinking.” you smiled. “Come on, let’s go.” you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook’s apartment was very clean and neat. His place was exactly as you pictured it. Not that you pictured it before...

“Have a seat! Make yourself at home.” he ventured into the kitchen.

“Actually...if you want I could help you cook. It’ll go by faster and we can talk and stuff.” you suggested.

“Y-Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Jungkook replied, his smile widening. Just hearing you say he wanted you two to cook together made him even happier. “You can put your jacket on the couch and join me in the kitchen.”

You two began on dinner. Both your and Jungkook’s heart were racing. It was almost like you were a couple! Jungkook watched you giggle at one of his 5-star jokes. He watched you cut some vegetables, almost like a pro. He wanted to cook with you more.

“Kookie?” your melodic voice caught his attention. ‘All done.” you said after you caught his attention again. You gave him a nickname! He wanted to hear it all the time from you.

“Perfect.” he smiled. “We just have to do that and then everything is finished.”

“Cool.” you turned towards him. “Hey..you got a little...” you tried to tell Jungkook something was on his face.

“Hm?” Jungkook looked confused.

“Here. Let me get it.” you reached out your hand to wipe his face. You could have sworn you saw him lean into your hand a little all you wiped his face. His face was so cute that you could just-

You stood on your toes and gave Jungkook a little peck, not even half a second of your lips against his. It however, felt like a million years to Jungkook. His heart was racing and his brain went haywire feeling your lips on his.

“Oh my gosh I’m sorry I was ju-” Jungkook gently grabbed each side of your face and kissed you himself. This time longer. You almost melted into him. You instantly pulled back when you realized you had began to entangle your fingers in his hair.

“I’m sorry! What that too sudden?” Jungkook asked, afraid he had did something wrong. You instantly shook your head, a breathless smile on your face.

“No....it’s just I didn’t want you to burn the food.” you replied, making Jungkook turn around to flicker the stove off. You touched your lips a little...woah...just wow.

....

“So what did you think?” Jungkook asked you after you took your last bite.

“I take back what I said about you burning the food.” you chuckled. “Absolutely amazing.”

“It was better because you were in the kitchen with me...I’d say we make a pretty good team.” he winked. “Y/N...can I ask you something?”

“Sure!” you looked at him with bright eyes.

“...What do you think of me?” he suddenly asked.

“You’re great!” you replied without hesitation. “Absolutely amazing.”

“Y/N...I want to know your feelings for me.” Jungkook sighed. “Because mine for you are very strong.”

“What?” you were lowkey confused.

“I love you Y/N...ever since we’ve met.” Jungkook finally confessed, feeling the biggest weight off his shoulders. “I don’t just love you Y/N...I’m in love with you-” he was cut off by your phone ringing. You looked down and groaned loudly.

“Oh come on...” you sighed. “Jungkook I’m sorry, I swear I’m listening to you.” you grabbed your phone. You had let it ring then found you got a voicemail. You looked at Jungkook with fear in your eyes. “I’ll listen to it later.”

“Who is it?” Jungkook asked.

“Someone who I really didn’t want to think about today.” you shook your head. “It’s...very hard to explain.”

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, even though he already knew (through extensive research) the name of the miserable punk you were about to say. Jungkook listened as you ranted about your shit stain of a boyfriend that you wanted to get rid of. Checking out other girls, talking shit about your friends, insulting your career choices.

“He even-” you stopped yourself.

“He even what?” Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head. “Y/N”

“He began having his friends call me too...to tell me to forgive him and how I’d be lucky if he even took me back.”

“Y/N....is he bothering you.?” Jungkook asked seriously. “Tell me the truth.”

“...Yeah.” you finally said. “He won’t leave me alone even after I told him to jump off a cliff and die.” you looked down at your wrists. “I was so distraught that I almost didn’t show up tonight.”

“Y/N, You deserve better...someone who cares about you.” he made you look at him. “Someone who...”he scooted closer to you.

“Jungkook, you deserve better than someone who can’t even face their own problems.” you said honestly. You didn’t want Jungkook to think you were weak and couldn’t just punch Y/BF/N in the balls and walk off.

“I think you’re wonderful...those horrible people you’ve dated, they don’t deserve you...” Jungkook couldn’t tame the rage building up in his chest. He had the urge to...hurt someone. Not you of course, you were the love of his life...but anyone else in close range that looked like a threat wasn’t safe.

“ He still thinks that I want to be with him but I swear I don’t...I...like you too Jungkook.”B-but you probably wouldn’t -”

“Don’t finish that sentence my love.”Jungkook’s voice got deeper. Damn, it was weird when he talked like that...but somehow you liked it. “Would you like to be mine?”

“Uh...me?’ your jaw sort of dropped.

“Uh yes, you’re the only person in this room Y/N.” you looked at him. You had no idea what you saw, but you swore that you saw his eyes flicker, shine, or something. “I’ll treat you so good, like you deserve.” he kissed your cheek. “What do you say?” Jungkook wouldn’t jump to the part where he told you he what he would do to anyone who dare tried to cross you or him as a couple.

Jungkook kissed your lips, caressing the sides of your face. His lips were soft, but...still rough? How would you explain it? You slowly felt yourself fell back. You caught yourself on your elbows but still easing back. Jungkook slowly crawled over you. Your resolve to run away in shock was weakening.

“Jungkook t-this is moving really fast” you shook at Jungkook trailed his mouth down your neck. “Not that I’m not okay with this because I am I promise but.... I’m lowkey kinda of inexperienced.”

Jungkook laughed, still trailing down your neck with his lips. “Then I’ll take the lead, but I’d prefer we not do this on the floor.” he chuckled. “Sooo..up you go!”

“Wh-AAH!” before you knew it, you were in Jungkook’s arms and were being carried off somewhere into his apartment. Jungkook carried you to his bedroom, a smirk on his face and he threw you onto the bed. (Dude what is it with me and throwing people.) His bed was a plush surface, almost bouncy.

Jungkook crawled over your body, beginning to rid himself of his shirt. “May I?” he asked, playing with the hem of your shirt.

Shyly, you lifted your arms over your head and Jungkook wasted no time in yanking your shirt over your head. His lips found your collarbone. Jungkook fought the urge to leave marks and bruises all along your skin, but the urge won.

“Mmff-” Jungkook tangles his hand in your hair while his free arm wrapped around your waist. You had helped him ease off your skirt. Jungkook furiously unbuckled his belt, almost growling in a haste. He hiked his knee up between your legs, gently grazing you.

‘J-jungkook.” your legs shook in anticipation. You were taken aback when Jungkook suddenly pushed aside your panties. Useless lace shitty bullshit. Jungkook smiled.

“Stay with me from now on. Don’t leave me, don’t go anywhere without me.” he urged, positioning himself at your entrance. “Are you...ready?”

You shyly nodded. Jungkook had his hands on either side of your head.

“I’ll be gentle...I promise.”

.....

“Well today is a nice day do do something!” you commented. “What do you feel like doing today?”

“I don’t know. Would would you like to do today, beautiful?” he asked.

You were at your house with Jungkook. He had come over bright and early, but now you two were bored.

“Hm...what abo-”

You suddenly heard a weird banging on the door, followed by someone calling your name.

“Y/N! You open this door!”

“....A visitor I’m assuming?” Jungkook joked, but his facial expression showed that he was growing agitated and annoyed with whoever was knocking.

“Jungkook I don’t think you should get that door.” you warned.

“Hm, why not. It’s rude not to let a guest in!”Jungkook sounded delighted, it was almost scary. Jungkook opened the front door and Y/BF/N stormed in, looking absolutely pissed.

“So this is how you treat your boyfriend? I have to hear from my friends that you’re getting chummy with some pretty boy!”

“Ex-boyfriend.” you corrected. “We talked about this.”

“Shut up!” Y/BF/N barked at you. “This is the punk you leave me for?!?” he motioned to Jungkook who looked very nonchalant.

“Looking at you, I would say it’s quite the upgrade.” Jungkook said smugly. “You must be Y/BF/N.” he said tiredly.”You have been an issue in Y/N’s life for a while now.”

“Fuck off pretty boy, Y/N, you’re coming with me.”

“I suggest you not do that.” Jungkook warned. “You just might regret it.”

“And but what are you gonna do about it. She’s my property and I can do or say whatever I fucking want to her. “ Y/BF/N towered over Jungkook. Surprisingly Jungkook looked far from frightened, in fact he looked almost like he found this funny. He suddenly yawned as if this conversation bore him.

Suddenly Jungkook burst into a fit of laughter. Correction, he did find this funny.

“Ahh I didn’t want to get my hands dirty.” he shook his head. “But you leave me no choice.” Jungkook suddenly turned towards you.

“My love...turn around and close your eyes. It would be such a shame if...you witnessed.” he chuckled. Wait when did his voice start sounding like that? “Y/N? Beautiful, I would insist you listen to me it would be better if your pretty eyes weren’t exposed to such violence..” he raised an eyebrow at you. “Especially for what’s in store for this pest.”

When you didn’t move Y/BF/N laughed out loud.

“Just what the fuck do you plan on do- ARGGHHH” You were caught of guard when Jungkook grabbed Y/BF/N’s arm and in one swift move broke his arm. Jungkook punched Y/BF/N right in the nose, most likely breaking it. Jungkook grabbed his wrist and snapped it in the opposite direction.

“How dare you even think of trying to taint and harm living, breathing perfection.” he growled, pushing your now frightened ex to the ground. By this time you had followed Jungkook’s instructions and turned away from the scene, covering your eyes. You squinted your eyes shut, only hearing Jungkook’s punches land onto Y/BF/N.

“Y/N you’d better help me!” Y/BF/N barked.

Jungkook stomped on Y/BF/N’s shoulder, most likely dislocating it. “She’s my princess now.” stomp “She isn’t going to worry about your abuse or your worthless ass anymore.” he spat. stomp. Stomp...another stomp “I fucking warned you, you piece of SHIT! People like you infuriate me.”

You had never heard Jungkook so violent before, it scared you. You didn’t even realize your breath had begun to pick up.

“You have ten seconds to get up, and get out of my sight.” you heard him. “TEN...NINE...or so you want me to kill you next.”

kill, DID HE JUST SAY KILL!??!!

“Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly went soft. You heard his footsteps approach you. “Y/N it’s okay.” you felt his arms wrap around you. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

You turned around and opened your eyes, looking up at him. You didn’t dare look at Y/BF/N barely moving body. You only knew he was still conscious because of his pained groans. You looked up at Jungkook who didn’t have a scratch on him. You couldn’t help but bury your head into his chest.

You cracked your eyes open to see Y/BF/N getting up. He had anger in his eyes but that quickly turned into him cowering like a little bitch when Jungkook turned back towards him, fury in his eyes.

“You know what Y/N?...You aren’t...w-worth it. H-have fun with your downgrade.” he suddenly began limping. “Don’t come crawling back to me when he turns out to be nothing but a-” he coughed. “But a hack.” he walked off. “

“Good luck with that.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “He had better hope that’s the last we see him.” he mumbled. You were still surprised by what you saw. Jungkook must have noticed this because his face slightly fell.

“Do you still want to be with me?” he asked. You looked up at Jungkook. “I promise you, I would never act like that towards you. I wouldn’t never hurt you. I’d go to great lengths to protect you no matter what. D-don’t look at me and be scared of me. P-please?” Jungkook whispered. You were confused, maybe a bit weirded out but you still weren’t afraid of Jungkook, even if you did just see him take out a guy who legit worked out every day.

“Y-yes.” you answered without another word. You looked up at him. “Y-yes I still want to be with you.”

Jungkook sighed with relief. He would protect you, keep you from anything that even posed a potential threat to you. He’d go through great lengths to keep bad things from happened, even if it meant he had to hide things from you to do it...even if it meant..

“Now that that’s over.”Jungkook sighed. “Why don’t we just stay in and order takeout.”

(If I was allowed to, I’d make my Yandere requests a lot more sadistic...but until someone asks for that then...eh)

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