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llapdog · 11 months

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the OFFICIAL god is home retrospective

well, i was gonna make this an update to the website, and maybe i will, or maybe ill just link it on the last page. but i have an account on tumblr already, and ive tried to keep godishome posting to a minimum. so this is just a little post (possibly long. i havent written it yet, after all.) (update: it's long.) about god is home, the process of making it, my thoughts on it at this point in my life, and what i might (heavy on that might!) be working on next. put under a read more, for your sake.

happy 200 notes, god is home.

the first thing i should say is the typical "artist gets any amount of success" thing: i am absolutely shocked by the reception god is home got.

ive been shocked. i dont think its undeserved (im actually pretty up my own ass about my own work, which i refuse to feel shame or apologize for) but it is still unexpected; as my first foray into proper Web Art territory, it really shouldn't have done that well. i mean, 200 notes isn't breaking any grounds, honestly, but it is still kind of incredible for what a small-scale project is. it will, i theorize, reach higher points, too. i suspect one day someone will find it again through pure chance, and it will get another little burst of reblogs, as tends to happen on this website. and thatll be surprising, and, most likely, embarrassing. but i digress.

while i've certainly implied it, i don't think i've ever explicitly stated that god is home is not technically my first online art project. god is home comes from a litany of personal projects. ARG concepts that never went anywhere, personal sites for the perusal of my friends made in an afternoon, countless ideas and concepts shared between discord dms and voice calls. but it is, uniquely, the only one of my works that has been shared publicly, not counting the old ARG that my once-friend-now-enemy created that i caused the spiraling death of. not saying which one, but i doubt anyone would remember it if i did.

that's to say nothing of the countless writing projects i've started and never finished. shoutout to all the half-baked haunted house manuscripts i got several chapters into before giving up on. your memory lives on in my singular success, and your influence will be felt for as long as i am creating.

that influence already lives, though. many of the ideas of unfinished projects crystalized in the story of god is home: haunted houses (and really houses in general, my obsession with them as a literal device so intense that it made me realize i am probably autistic), frayed relationships, failed parenting, living spaces, and the search for God where He cannot be. i've been obsessed with many of these ideas for as long as i can remember, and as such i have been unable to create anything unrelated to them until i could say with certainly that i had something to show for it, some published expression of my love for these themes.

god is home, therefore, has set me free. at least a little bit. i have felt legitimately tied to the narrative of a haunted house, inexplicably connected to it in a way that has felt inescapable. of course, gih does not take that haunting literally, but i feel it's felt in the corners, most prominently in the ending sequence. it is a house haunted by its inhabitants, by their relationship, and, of course, by God, or the lack thereof.

this isn't to say i'm done with haunted houses. i wouldn't want to be. i couldn't be. but i am at least willing to write about something else, now.

but for as personal as god is home is, its also not made for me. i believe i talked about this briefly in the actual website, but i made this with and for my friends. i was helped explicitly by gerry (@graveyardcat7, shoutouts) who did the art, and who also was the only one who "playtested" this thing before i showed it to the larger friend group. that group, those three people (really four, counting myself), are who this was made for. it wasn't for you, unless you're one of them. my audience is nearly singular.

that has made public reception to this both baffling, wonderful, and difficult. i certainly don't want to act like i'm tortured because people (checks notes) liked the thing i made, but it is certainly strange to see something so personal, almost private be largely taken as a piece of Relatable Media. it's meaningful, of course, indescribably so. theres a kind of beauty i didn't expect to knowing people found themselves in an expression of my own thoughts. to everyone who has expressed the importance of this story to them, i thank you.

what makes it even more baffling is that i fully expected myself to be portraying many aspects of this story incorrectly. while it is incredibly personal, it certainly isn't autobiographical. i don't particularly want to go into how, exactly, the story lines up with my life, but i think the most obvious and important is that i actually have very little personal experience with christianity. im not a stranger to it; i have vague memories of going to church, of knowing i was wrong in the eyes of god, in being vaguely uncomfortable with the visages of jesus' crucifixion.

but i am, ultimately, agnostic. an agnostic christian, maybe, but my family barely even celebrates christmas. i was also raised by an explicit atheist for the vast majority of my life, my father leaving the church when i was young. and my parents are some of the most supportive people in my life. they knew i was a girl when i was a kid, and they did everything in their power to make my life comfortable as a trans person (including, notably, talking to the organizers of a pre-school event to try and convince them to let me be tinkerbell instead of peter pan.)

my mother is christian, but she never forced it upon me. my religion was always a choice. and yet, somehow, christianity still got its claws in me, and i still fear hell. funny how that works. chalk it up to america in general, maybe.

a lot of the positive feedback ive received has been about its portrayal of christianity and the struggles of growing up in and around the church. so im glad i got that right. it is something i care about rather deeply, and i worried i had been portraying it borderline fetishisticly, despite my efforts to make it fair.

i worried a lot about what i was portraying, actually. theres this line i had to establish that i wasnt talking out my ass about this stuff, while still not wanting people to speculate about who i am, what my traumas are. i still dont want you speculating, by the way. it happens without meaning to, of course, but... you know. im a person, and to most of you, a stranger.

(shoutout to innuendo studio's and errant signal's videos on the beginners guide. made me fear being analyzed for all time. i watched them both as a kid.)

it's funny, but i feel like, in some aspects, god is home is more representative of the media that shaped me than the events in my life that shaped me. the most obvious inspirations are likely the indie web itself, deltarune, komaedalovemail, and, of course, hypnospace outlaw, a game that has shaped me deeper than i can really express. but the inspirations are innumerable; serial experiments lain probably shaped more of this project than you would ever guess (a fact i only realized after i started playing the psx game this week, hilariously), the album tallahassee by the mountain goats, the fucking chezzkids website, house of leaves, creepypasta, tabletop roleplaying games i played with my friends, jacob geller (particularly his haunted house analysis), several dozen modern art pieces, meow wolf the art collective, the goddamn aids crisis. (the aids crisis isnt media, but still, i can't exactly claim it as personal experience.) there's more, i know there's more, but it's escaping me.

it's an aggregation of things half-remembered. all art is. yet, i still feel some masturbatory urge to catalogue those inspirations. it is, i suspect, a very human urge.

but, ultimately, all of this is just pretext. i should probably get on with actually talking about making the damn thing. i made god is home in a week, largely at a job as a receptionist in a tax office. the work was seasonal, my coworkers deeply religious in the same way i was writing about. i hid my computer screen a lot. (my boss was cool with it, funnily enough.)

often, my best work is done in a fugue state. god is home is most of what i did for that week. i wrote, or i coded, or i looked up coding tutorials. and for a first draft made in a week with very little oversight, i think it's incredible it turned out that well. but... well, it is ultimately a first draft.

there's things i would change. most obviously, i would have an actual password input for that damn puzzle. the honest reason there isn't one is because i couldn't easily google a solution to implementing one. it is my deepest regret, and i hope you can all forgive me for this glaring mistake. i think some of the writing could be cleaner, or sharper, or more evocative. not that i have any interest in going for a second lap. gih is done, and it will remain done for the forseeable future.

...i don't have much else to say on that, honestly. i think my work is good. i think the central relationship is compelling. i think mary and michael are two of my favorite characters i've made, ever. as an author's secret, i totally think they should be t4t. i didn't make them a couple because it wouldn't have worked for the story i was telling, but it remains a sort of headcanon ending for the two of them. not for a while, though. don't take this as word of god, though. whatever you think their relationship is is correct. i'm not your dad.

i'm proud of the way i told their story. i'm glad it ends hopefully. hope is the main thing i wanted out of this story.

that being said, i do have one last thing to say: god is home is not an arg, and it makes me really sad to see people call it that. not a callout if you did that, though. i knew it would happen. its inherent that any media will be, in some way, misinterpreted. misinterpreting is the stuff media analysis is made up of, really.

so... that's the actual retrospective. but i promised i'd talk about what i might work on. so here's that.

i'm planning on making a personal site next, provided i can get the motivation. please note that i've been "planning on making a personal site" since the day gih was released, and so far i have done the following:

made a new neocities account

so it'll probably be a while. but if i ever do, it'll have some new story hidden in the margins. i don't think i have it in me to make a home without a few skeletons in the closet.

as for what that story will be... i have about a hundred different ideas. your guess is as good as mine, but know that it won't be about a house this time. most likely. hopefully.

i do also have plans to do something with unhomes, the sort-of-ARG mentioned in gih. i'm not done with this world, and i know i'll find some way to come back to it. maybe even back to michael and mary, but i make no promises.

alright. that's all i got.

i'm glad i made god is home, ultimately, and i'm glad it got some legitimate appreciation. if you're one of the people who likes it, thats rad. i'm sincerely incredibly appreciative of those of you who got something out of my work.

bye-bye. see you soon, hopefully.

#gih #long post #fair warning: this thing is fairly #stream of consciousness #i guess #rambly #but its honest #at least #bedroom #youre allowed to reblog this if you want by the way #idk if anyone would but like. you can. idc.

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Stardew Impact [Stardew Valley+Genshin Impact x Reader]

Part 2/3 Zhongli, Xiao

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE ROUND TWO)

Genre: Fluff

Others

Diluc and Kaeya

Albedo and Childe

(A/n): This was meant to be part 3 but I couldn't wait to write xiao. Plus Ive been writing Albedo for almost the whole month already Word count_2.6k

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Xiao

• Thrown in an unfamiliar environment puts Xiao on high alert. Instincts kick in and his hand subconciously grabs for his spear. Nothing. Not even his vision activated. Xiao's gaze darts all over before landing on your figure. He sighs in relief, you're safe, that much he can decipher as of now.

• Stripped of his power, left with only claws and teeth (if must) to protect you from any dangers, he was ansty with every little thing.

• The villagers are so nice??? For what reason must they have to act so friendly to strangers (Xiao wonders). The Mayor even granted you two a vast farmland free of charge.

• Shortly he realized he no longer had his karmaic debt. Xiao wasn't sure how to live his life in this state. He dedicated his entire existence to years of slaughter and suffering that it became the only thing he knew. He won't admit it of course, he'll just throw in scoffs and remarks about how mundane activities are a waste of time when in reality, he just has no clue on how to handle them.

• Thats why the first day was difficult as you both try to figure out how to plant parnsips. Deciding it was better to go with an experiment, you split the share of seeds in half and used what basic knowledge you had on farming to finish the job. Xiao on the other hand tried copying what you did….though the outcome wasn't so desirable it was a mess. (His trained hands have taught him to be on the rough side).

• He doesn't bother socializing with the townspeople even though he has no karmaic debt to worry about. Xiao thinks you're more than enough anyways so what's the point?

• Robin is the only person who can tolerate him for obvious reasons (cough Sebastian cough) she knows exactly how to deal with his personality type. His glares don't faze her, she simply thinks its just a teenage phase of some sort.

• Eventually they become mutuals, Xiao thinks Robin is similar to Verr Goldet in a way. Since he's the one who does the heavy labour of chopping down trees and mining stones for building upgrades, he gets a chance to visit her house quite often. He comes back with lots of recipes too.

• You find out that his adepti blood never left him. Xiao doesn't need sleep so you better believe it when he tells you the next morning that he spent the whole night watering all 300 of your crops (watering is the only process he's good at for farming).

• Sometimes you catch him staring out of the window, wondering what he may be thinking. Life was so much more different, almost hard to recognize. Was this real? Is it okay for it to be real, just this once? Ever since he committed his duty to Morax, Xiao didn't dream of a time when everything would be peaceful. Yet here he is, no longer a weapon but on a journey to find out what it's like to live as a normal person.

• Spring: Every morning you find him kneeling behind the cabin with the pet cat (yes, cats seem to suit Xiao very much). He just stares at them, hesitant if he wanted to pet their fur or rub their chin. So he continues to glare intensely, scaring your cat away :(

• Whenever you wanted to attend any of the town's festivities, Xiao wouldn't even hide his distastefulness but goes with you regardless. Why do mortals consider hiding eggs and finding them a fun activity? And what kind of a name is Flower Dance? Can't they just call it a dance?

• Though…he does like the sight of you wearing a flower crown. Xiao likes putting stuff in your hair.

Since setting foot upon this new world, time seemed to have slowed down to the point that almost everything felt like an eternity. And you didn't mind, with him by your side, you wouldn't mind if it did last forever.

The lull of the grass was the only sound Xiao could hear as he closed his eyes and rested his head on your lap. You maneuvered across his scalp in small, subtle motions, surprised with how warm he felt against the heat your palm. He stirs a little and lets out a soft breath before turning his face to lay on the side.

You were slightly intrigued by the yaksha's new demeanor. From far away, Xiao was an intimidating man, even during the first time you laid eyes him, his presence felt similar to a knife pointing at anyone who dares to come too close. But now, the face that usually held his signature annoyance melted into something you never thought you'd see as the sun rays brushed against the surface of his fair skin. You observed the way his dark eyebrows stayed in a relaxed arch. The red crescents lining right above his beautiful long lashes and the sound of soft snores through parted lips. It was hard to believe that this man was the same person who claimed to have ended a thousand lives through thousands of years.

Did he fall asleep already?

Gently moving away the strands away from his cheekbone, hovered your gaze above him and whispered, "I thought adepti don't need rest."

"Hmph," Xiao responds, though there was no harshness in his tone, "Quit trying to be difficult, I didn't tell you to stop."

The smug grin on your face only widens. You lean downward and said to his ear, "And what's the magic word~?"

Xiao sighs at your antics. You were truly pushing your luck today and he simply didn't have the patience to entertain you. Without a warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down, foreheads pressing until you were but a breath away. The adepti conquers, he does not plead.

• Summer: As expected, your parnsnips weren't able to grow as much. Thus, this season was going to be the one to make up for the lost profit. Xiao is very good at hunting, perhaps the best in the entire town. Though the way he catches fish is rather peculiar, said by the folks. He prefers to carve a spear made of wood and repeatedly stabs the lake until results show. Xiao dislikes the old fashioned way, he says its unproductive and it unecissarily takes too much time.

• But as much as he scared the whole town, they were extremely grateful when he cleaned up the slime issues happening in the mines. You could say that he grew very popular since then and eventually mustered up the courage to greet him a hello whenever he passes by.

• You nudge him to reply back. Xiao usually shoots you a glare but slowly, he learns the courtesy of acknowledging someone's prescence.

• Fall: You woke up to a burnt smell coming from the kitchen. Xiao just thought he would return the favour since you always worked so hard. (He was actually trying to figure out what a 'whisk' was. It was no wonder why there were eggshells in the dish!)

• You realized that Xiao was taking more initation compared to before. At night, when you thought the animals were actively jumping in the barns, the noise was actually from Xiao trying to adjust himself to the ways of tending the field. After learning what TV was, he would always switch to the channel "Livin off the land" to gain some insight. Truly, Xiao was greatful even though he knew he eventually had to return to his duties, he wanted to utilize the current days the best way he could. And what better way was it to just make you happy in return?

• Winter: This was the season to test the accumulation of Xiao's abilities: you caught a cold and he had to manage everything in his own. Xiao scolded you for not wearing enough and being too careless but at the same he considered that you must've been working too hard.

• Goes to Robin for help. She basically became his mom now. Prepares the food and leaves them in the fridge, she teaches Xiao how to use the phone in case he needed any help and also lets him know where all the essentials are.

• Xiao stayed by your side the whole time even though you told him you'd be fine. But he refuses, he may no longer be a gaurdian but he was your gaurdian. That role never changed.

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Zhongli

• You wake up on a soft bed with Zhongli sitting at a chair nearby. He hands you a cup of brewed water but you're still blatlantly confused. Seems like everything was taken care of by Zhongli, it ends up with him explaining everything to you.

• The folks instantly assumes you both as a married couple. Who could blame them? He did carry your unconcious body all the way to town while asking for a local doctor. You can bet that the ladies wish they were you at that moment. Zhongli took care of everything, including with the contract with the new farm.

• It didn't take long for you both to adjust to the new lifestyle. Zhongli's accumulated knowledge was enough to last all four seasons. Days past by peacefully as you shared the tasks. He'd place down the stone paths towards the gate and you busied yourself with decorating the house. After that was done, Zhongli would rest upon the rocking chair outside your door (like the grandpa he is) and sometimes you'd join him in one reading session. His voice was soothing, you eventually dipped into a slumber as the evening grew colder. Just like always, your beloved brings his arm to encapsulate you from the wind, brushing his thumb against your skin subconciously while you snore softly into his shoulder.

• In a way, the townsfolk were right. You both do act like a married couple. It's basically domestic life with Zhongli in a nutshell.

• He gets connected with Gunther and lands a role in the Museum. Since he's there so often, Zhongli also manages to be acquainted with Elliot as well. Two men who have a common interest with books while speaking in poetic prose. Their conversation would last for hours to the point Gunther had to kick them out of the library!

• Veeeery good with the children, not in an entertaining way but its just the aura he reeks. Penny usually had trouble dealing with Vincent since he never seems to be able to focus but the minute Zhongli speaks, he's all ears. Not only that he was also very good with the elderly. He even recommended some herbs George could take to soothe his back issues.

• Problem is that he still forgets to bring his wallet and Childe isn't here to save him. So once you stepped foot into the Stardrop Saloon and Gus calls you over, he tells you about the cost he owed to his tab….

• But this tranquil life full of genuinity and deprived of sovereignty, he was overjoyed to be able to spend it with you. Because he knew you were unlike him, that all humans were born with an expiry date. He knew so well that after every new greeting, he would have to face the goodbyes over and over until the world eventually came to an end. He knew you were also going to be part of those many goodbyes while he would still be here.

• But as Zhongli walks amongst the fallen leaves, he remembered the beauty that carries within every new beginning. They brought him to you and he would never hesitate to trade his gnosis for it.

Spring: You shot up your bed when Zhongli blast the TV at full volume. He apologizes, saying that he was simply trying to change the channel. You figured it was best for him to go outside before he somehow glitches the screen until it couldn't repair itself (Robin charges for repairs).

• Every thursday you both go to Pierre's store to complete your grocery shopping. He offers to push the cart as you fill the basket with all the necessities (plus it saves you the trouble of having him tossing whatever he sees without looking at the price tag).

• Every afternoon you order a take out from the Saloon, sharing the meal while sitting at the fountain's edge near the community center. Every evening Zhongli would take you to explore the rest of the vast farmland, discovering places you weren't even aware of. It was no wonder why everyone thought you were a married couple.

• Summer: Since the cabin was too small for a bathroom, you guys would have to travel up the mountains in order to get to the Spa house (cue sweatiness x10).

• The concept of hotsprings was derived from Inazuma so it was no surprise that Liyue eventually took it after him. Zhongli had collected some incense from foraging items over the past few months, he knows whats up. But overall he gives the best bath sessions (hands down) and you were the one who insisted in joining him. He was a gentle and sweet lover, always putting your needs before his. Ancient artifacts and old history books have always been precious to him, he treated you no differently.

The heartbeat of the oceans continues to rock back and forth until they brush up on the sandy shore, washing away the two pairs of footprints left behind by a man and a woman.

Gold against gold, his amber eyes reflected against the scenery. Millions of lights flashed among the sea when the sun began to climb down from the sky, it's rays hugged across the valley like an ethereal glow bestowed by the heavens as summer's wind brought even more warmth than what he had currently felt. You trance ahead of with the same light shaping around your form.

"Oh hey there's another rainbow shell," you waved at him before running off, "I'll be back!"

How is it that you still continue to shine like gold in his memories?

Zhongli suddenly ponders at the chapters laying ahead of him. He spent so many years turning each page without ever reaching a conclusion, forever searching the fabled happy endings written in fairytale books, but he knew his immortality wouldn't grant him that wish.

Thus, the formal archon raised his pen and reweaves his own story. He envisions his future with you by his side, engraving every detail until it was immortalized in his memories.

Perhaps I shouldn't keep her waiting.

With a renewed resolve, Zhongli clutches the gemstone tightly in his palm, he seals the page with the final contract between your future and his.

• Fall: After getting your first house upgrade, it was time for the next event: the ceremony. Yes, Zhongli would only have a wedding if Liyue traditions were involved. Everyone was invited of course, they were quite intrigued with the flashy setup such as lanterns and fireworks (you were a little worried with where he got the budget for such items) and Zhongli even educated Gus about some recipes he can use for the Saloon.

• You found out that Zhongli was saving all his money for this day (it was no wonder that he couldn't pay for his tab!). Old habits die hard, it was a shame that he didn't have his powers to craft the right items, but at least he got to sea you in a traditional eastern dress (it's the part he was looming forward to the most).

• Fall is the best season. One you wouldn't forget.

• Winter: Ah he finally learns how to use technology after three seasons. He only knows two channels from the TV which was 'Livin off the Land' and the weather channel. Zhongli oftens talks to himself as he tries to figure out more mechanics, he seems to be extremely absorbed in the most basic things.

• The miner of the house. But instead of using them to upgrade tools and donating them to the museum, Zhongli likes to keep some of them for collection. You could say your house also had a little museum in the other room.

• Romcom movies and soap operas. You can't change my mind that this is what you both spend your time watching as the snowstorm rages outside.

#genshin impact #stardew valley #genshin impact headcanons #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao headcanons #zhongli #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact zhongli #genshin xiao #genshin zhongli #nya-writes

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bucketofcowboys · 3 years

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One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room for kuzumaji?

Sorry this took so long! I got a little carried away... I hope you enjoy!

Kiryu's lashes fluttered and he squinted as abrasive fluorescent light filled his senses. As he slowly came back to the world of the living, a pounding made itself loud and clear in the back of his head. Kiryu had headaches before, but never ones that hurt enough to make his eyes water in agony. It felt like someone was repeatedly smashing his head against a brick wall.

It took him a few moments and few pained groans before his eyes finally managed to open, albeit half-lidded. When he was finally able to process what was happening, he had to blink a few times before he understood where he was.

He was in a hospital bed.

He moved his head to the side and tried to assess the situation, flinching when the movement caused pain to shoot down the base of his neck. He didn't seem to have an IV, but a pulse reader was clamped around his index finger. He could hear the beeping of it nearby, and he decided he'd rather not waste his energy to confirm it.

He turned his head and was surprised when he saw that Majima was sitting in a chair on his left side. His brows furrowed with both confusion and concern. The man was leaned forwards and had his elbows on his knees, his head hung low and his hair obscured his features. The image was quite alarming. He couldn't remember a damn thing that happened before now, and having Majima sitting at his bedside was a bit concerning given his track record.

It took him a few seconds to realize, but Majima's hand was reached forward and loosely clasped on his own. He hadn't even noticed until he saw it. A flush pulled to his cheeks and he glanced back up at Majima's hidden face.

"Majima no-nii san?" His voice was raspy with misuse. How long had he been there?

No response came from the man and he just stayed in his slouched state. He tried again.

"No-nii san?" No response, again. He pulled his hand away from his grip, instead reaching forwards to gently push his hand through his hair. He pushed the streams of black away and realized that his eye was closed.

Oh... he was sleeping.

"Goro." He pressed his thumb to his forehead and gently shoved him back. Majima quickly woke up when he realized he was falling backwards, and he scrambled back into an upright position. Kiryu pulled his hand away and chuckled at Majima's expense. Then he realized that laughing made his head ache worse and he had to stifle it for his own good.

"Eh!? The hell are ya doin'!" Majima pouted when he regained his position in his chair.

"Majima-san." Kiryu said, deadpan.

"Haw?"

"Why am I in a hospital bed?" Majima leaned back in his chair and brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. He almost looked bashful.

"Oh uh..." he stared up at the ceiling and blew breath through his teeth, "Might've surprise attacked ya and hit ya a lil' too hard for your skull to handle..."

Kiryu's brows furrowed. Of course it was his fault.

"But don't worry 'bout it Kiryu-Chan! I brought ya straight to the hospital right away! Doc said you'd be fine, ya just have a concussion." He added excitedly, as if it made up for his first offense. Kiryu never would have expected Majima to actually care about his well-being though.

"If it's just a concussion, why am I still here?" Kiryu had had concussions before, and usually as soon as they figured out what the problem was they sent him home with a few instructions and a demand to rest.

"Doc wanted to do more tests on ya so he wanted to keep ya here for the night." Kiryu hummed at his answer.

"Then why are you still here, Majima-San?" Majima paused at that question. He glanced up at Kiryu and sighed at the deadpan look he was receiving. He looked hesitant to answer.

"I couldn't just leave ya here... I put ya in here I might as well stay with ya." He gestured with his hand. Kiryu distantly noticed that the glove was taken off of the hand he was once holding. Did he take his glove off to hold his hand? For some reason that brought butterflies to his stomach.

Majima took Kiryu's silence as abhorrence, and before Kiryu could speak again, he was already halfway towards the door.

"I'll uh... I'll leave. I'm sure you'll be outta here in no time Kiryu-Chan! Ain't nothin' to worry about!" Majima gave a weary half-cracked smile as he tried to make his sneaky escape.

"Stop." And he did as he was told. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked over at Kiryu with an almost pained expression. How dare he ruin his escape. "You can stay."

"Haw?"

"You can stay." Majima blinked a few times in disbelief, then he laughed.

"I musta' really hit ya hard! I tell ya I rearranged your brains in your skull and you're askin' me to stick around?" His laugh turned bitter.

"I told you to stay so you're staying Majima-San. Don't you owe me?" Kiryu shot back.

Majima stared at him for a few moments before scoffing. He said nothing else, though, taking his seat back beside Kiryu. He scooted the chair a few inches away so he wasn't right on him. He used to be so close to his bed. How had he not noticed? With the newfound distance, he now missed the proximity. Reaching forward, he would no longer be able to touch him.

Majima leaned forwards and slouched grumpily. His sight stayed fixated on the door and he refused to look Kiryu in the eye. He sat there sulking like a delinquent in detention. Kiryu found peace in his discomfort.

"So... do ya remember anything?" Majima finally spoke. He still didn't look at him.

"What?"

"You asked what happened, so did ya forget?"

"I guess?" The last thing Kiryu remembered was walking down Pink Street, and then all of a sudden he was here. It almost felt like some sort of surreal dream. "What happened?" He slowly added afterwards. Majima finally looked at him and his expression looked apologetic.

"Ah... y'know... I was huntin' ya down and I caught sight of ya and got a bit too excited... charged at ya with my bat and knocked ya straight out." His voice grew quiet and he looked down at his shoes. He almost looked like a puppy being shamed.

"Got so scared. Thought I killed ya for a second." He admitted.

"Isn't that you thing? That you want to be the one to kill me?" Kiryu cracked a joke and Majima shot him a side glare sharp enough it probably could finish the job Majima already started.

"Not that way... no." Majima didn't speak after that. He blankly stared off in the distance in silence.

Kiryu let a long pause pass as he waited for any more modes of conversation to pass, but none came. He stared out towards the edge of his bed as he tried to regain his memory but, try as he might, nothing happened. He finally looked back at Majima and noticed that his glove was still off.

"Majima." Majima's head shot up at the informal greeting. Kiryu held out his hand. "Thank you for bringing me here."

Majima switched between eyeing his face, and then his offered hand. He looked partway confused and partway offended, but after a few moments it turned into relief.

"I-- yeah. Of course." He hesitated, but eventually he scooted back forwards and took his hand. Kiryu smirked at his victory and leaned his head back against his pillows. Majima had a firm grip on him, and he rubbed his thumb over the back of his knuckles with a special fondness.

"Couldn't just leave ya there, could I?" He added.

"No. I guess not." Kiryu mumbled, looking up at Majima with a sincere look. Majima's one eye searched his for a moment before he let out a soft chuckle. He leaned forwards and pressed a delicate kiss to Kiryu's forehead.

"Go to sleep. Ya need some rest, ya big lug." Kiryu grunted in half distaste and half agreement, but he knew Majima wouldn't accept any arguing. He sighed and settled himself in for some rest. He found his comfort in Majima's hand on his, and he slept peacefully.

Sorry it's a bit long ( about 1,415 words )

Hope you like!

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Sucker for Pain ( Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: Everyone has demons, some louder than others and some, like yourself, who use blades to silence them. Before the world died, you were an assassin and thought you were better off alone, until you kept running into the same blue eyed archer who changed your mind.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of self harm and physical and sexual assault and rape in a few chapters

Chapter 11- Final Chapter

The doctor wheeled Y/N into some patient room and Beth was instantly by his side and started cutting open her jacket like she had done all of this a thousand times, but Daryl didn't miss how the girls hand shook as she used the scissors.

"Is she going to be okay?" Rick questioned, jogging into the room.

He stopped beside Daryl who was standing on the far side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he slowly paced along the back wall and Rick let him, knowing it was how he dealt with it.

"I don't know." The doctor admitted looking over at Rick.

Beth began to set up some IV drip after she finished cutting off Y/N's jacket. Exposing the bandage that was stained with dry blood over her left wrist which made Daryl's stomach drop at the sight of it as he thought back to when Y/N had cut herself too deep.

He wanted to ask what the doctor meant by 'I don't know.' He wanted to ask so many questioned, but he couldn't get the words out as he watched the doctor start to dig inside the bloodied bullet wound trying to find the bullet and he had to turn around.

He couldn't watch this.

"What do you mean 'you don't know?'" Sasha's voice questioned from the door.

Rick grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it gently for comfort as Daryl leant his forearms against the back wall and dropped his head, trying to stop the tears from falling down his face. This couldn't be happening. Not to her.

"She was shot from point blank and she's lost a lot of blood and we don't know her blood type and we don't know if the bullet hit any vital organs and we don't-" The doctor rambled before Rick cut him off.

"AB-negative."

"What?" Beth questioned as she finished setting up the IV and jogged around the gurney over to Rick, who still had his hand on Daryl's shoulder who had his back turned to the doctor and Y/N.

"AB-negative. That's her blood type. Shane and I studied her file for months and the only solid information we had on her was her blood type. It's AB-negative." Rick explained which got Daryl's attention as he turned back around and glanced between Rick and Beth before a small smile spread across her face.

The next few hours felt like an eternity as Daryl stood back and watched the strangers and Beth work on Y/N.

Rick never left his side and the others all stayed outside in the hallway, not wanting to be too far away from them, but wanted to give them some privacy. Nobody trusted this other group, despite them trying to save Y/N's life.

"The bullet is out. She has 13 stitches and has had two blood transfusions." The doctor informed as he checked on the IV drip beside the bed before he began to take off his blue plastic gloves.

"Now what? Is she going to be okay?" Rick asked, because for the life of him, Daryl still couldn't get himself to say anything.

All he could do was stare at Y/N's still pale body lying on the gurney in her jeans and sports bra with a thick white bandage wrapped around her mid section.

"I can't tell if there's any internal injuries, but so far she looks to be fighting still, so that's a good sign." The doctor answered glancing between the two of them before he sighed.

"I'm sorry this happened, but hopefully she'll be awake within the next 24 hours." The doctor continued before he walked out the room leaving him and Rick standing there while Beth sat beside Y/N's bed.

"Ya with me, brother?" Rick asked, squeezing Daryl's shoulder slightly, but Daryl couldn't tear his eyes away from the thick bandage wrapped around Y/N's stomach. "Hey, look at me. She's gonna be fine." Rick tried to reassure him, but Daryl shook his head.

"Ya don't know that." Daryl muttered, rubbing his face with his hands.

He leant back against the wall still unable to take his eyes away from her because if he did then she might just slip away and he couldn't let that happen. Not after everything she had been through, she couldn't die like this. She couldn't die.

"She's strong. She was strong before all of this, if anyone can pull through, it's her." Beth spoke up with a confident tone and if wasn't for her tear stained cheeks and red eyes, Daryl would have almost believed her.

"Wait, you knew who she was before this?" Rick asked looking over at Beth who was starting to make her way out the room.

The young girl nodded before walking out the door, leaving the two of them alone as Rick turned his attention towards Daryl.

"Did you know who she was before?" Rick questioned, but Daryl didn't look at him as he kept his eyes on Y/N.

"Yeah, wasn't hard to figure out." Daryl muttered.

"You knew who she was and you're okay with it?" He asked in disbelief and that was all it took for Daryl to snap.

"Why the hell wouldn't I be? She saved my life too many times to count 'n yours included. She ain't ever killed someone who don't deserve it 'n we both know that!" Daryl shouted, throwing his hands in the air in frustration as he began to pace the small room again.

"She's a murderer." Rick stated causing Daryl to scoff.

"Technically, we are too. But, the world ended, that shit don't matter no more." Daryl responded, shaking his head.

He walked over to Y/N's bedside and sat down on the chair Beth was sitting earlier as he rested his elbows on the edge of her bed and covered his face with his hands. He wasn't having this argument with Rick. Not now.

"Why didn't you tell me? She's been with us for weeks, sleeping in the same area as Judith and Carl." Rick continued to say and Daryl had to take a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he did something he would regret.

"She ain't a rapist or nothin'. She was the one who actually got raped trying to save us!" He snapped, glaring over his shoulder at him before he turned back towards Y/N as he reach forward and brushed a few strands of hair out her face.

"You still should have told me." Rick said softly, all the heat in his voice vanishing as he watched Daryl.

"Wasn't my secret to tell."

Rick sighed, but didn't say anything for a few seconds as he stared at his best friend. He hated how much pain Daryl was in watching Y/N lie on the bed and Rick was slowly starting to realise just how much the assassin truly meant to his brother.

"I think Y/N and I have a lot to talk about if she wakes up." Rick said after a few moments of silence.

"Ya gonna kill her if she wakes up?" He muttered, not bothering to look over at Rick who shook his head before he realised Daryl couldn't see him and actually answered with words.

"She saved Beth's life, on top of all the other times she's saved us. She pulled the gun towards her so it wasn't aimed at Beth... she sacrificed herself for one of ours." Rick began to say, shaking his head at himself as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"She's earned her place, no matter what she used to do before all this." Rick announced, walking over to Daryl as he rested his hand on his best friends shoulder.

"Rick, the others are here." Tyreese suddenly called from the doorway causing them both to turn around in confusion.

Why were the others here? They were going to DC for the cure... why would they come back?

Suddenly, Maggie popped her head around the corner of the door with her arm wrapped tightly around Beth's shoulder as the younger sister clung to Maggie.

"How? You were going to DC?" Rick questioned, staring at the her in shock.

"Eugene lied. There is no cure, so we came back and picked up a couple hitchhikers along the way who told us we'd find you here." Maggie answered, happy tears laced in her eyes as Carl walked into the room with Judith in his arms and Rick sighed with relief as he rushed over to his kids and hugged them.

Everyone slowly left Y/N's room, not wanting to crowd the area and gave Daryl some privacy as he sat beside her bed, refusing to move.

Shepard, the new leader of the group offered them all hospital rooms with beds for the night. She even told them that they could all stay if they wanted to, but Rick refused and said once Y/N was awake and okay to leave then they would and the group agreed.

However, nobody took Shepard up on her offer and they all ended up camping along the hallway by Y/N's bedroom.

Beth gave them all pillows and blankets as they sat against the wall and laid on the ground to sleep. Maggie never left Beth's side, still unable to process the fact that her little sister was alive and okay.

Daryl didn't move from beside Y/N unless he needed to take a piss, but he made sure someone was sitting with her while he was gone, even if it was for only a few minutes. He barely slept at all that night and the following day wasn't much better.

The doctor came by occasionally to check Y/N's vitals and make sure everything was going smoothly as far as he could tell. Beth monitored her IV drip and made sure it was always full, but other than that, there was nothing anyone could do.

The cops gave them food and water, constantly apologising for what went down and he knew they felt bad about what happened, but Daryl didn't give a shit. All he cared about was Y/N waking up and that was it.

Silence.

That was the first thing you noticed when you started to wake up. It was too damn quiet, where the hell were you?

Slowly you forced your eyes open, in fear that you might be passed out in the woods and were sitting walker bait or something. But, as you blinked away the blurriness you quickly realised that you were not in the woods, you were in a building.

You glanced around the room in confusion, spotting some medical equipment and machines set up beside your bed and that's when it hit you.

Flashes of Dawn's handgun and the blood pouring from your stomach filled your mind and it all came flooding back. You were shot and you were still in that hospital with the cops. That's not good. You had to get out of here.

Without another thought you quickly sat yourself up, ignoring the sudden pain and dizziness that took over your body as you took a deep breath and swung your legs over the side of the bed.

"Y/N?" Daryl's groggy voice question from somewhere behind you.

It was clear that he had just woken up by how tired his voice sounded, but you didn't answer as you forced yourself to your feet, but that was a big mistake.

The ringing in your ears started again as your head began to spin and you stumbled a few steps before black dots began to cloud your vision. The last thing you were aware of was Daryl guiding you back down onto the bed before you passed out.

*Three Hours Later*

"She's waking up, someone go get Daryl and the doctor." A soft female voice said in the background somewhere.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open and instead of staring at the ceiling, all you could see was Beth's face hovering over your in relief.

"Y/N? Can you hear me?" She asked gently and you nodded weakly.

As the seconds ticked by the pain through your stomach began to rise and you glanced down to take a look at the bullet wound to find that you had a thick white bandage wrapped around your stomach. Your jacket and tank top were gone, leaving you in jeans and a sports bra, but you were too out of it to give a shit right now.

Your eyes flashed over to your left arm and you sighed realising that the scars, cuts and bandage around your left wrist was extremely visible, but it was too late to try and hide them now. Guess everyone knew about it now.

"Do you remember what happened?" An unfamiliar voice asked.

You turned your head to the right to find a man dressed in a lab coat standing beside Beth just as Daryl rushed through the door behind them. He stopped the second his eyes locked with yours and you tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace than anything.

"G-gun shot." You groaned, trying to sit yourself up, but the doctor quickly grabbed your shoulders.

"Take it easy, just lay down." He said calmly causing you to glare at the man.

"Get your hands off me." You instructed through gritted teeth and the doctor did as you said before you slowly moved yourself into a sitting position, ignoring the pain flaring through your stomach as you did so.

"This should help." Beth informed as she added something to your IV drip which you assumed were painkillers before the doctor continued to ask you questions and you answered them, silently wishing the guy would just go away.

"I think you're going to be okay. It doesn't seem like the bullet did any major damage, just stay in bed for a while and let your body heal." The doctor explained and you nodded.

You didn't say anything more to the doctor before he walked out the room and your eyes landed back on Daryl who still hadn't moved from where he stood by the door, staring at you.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I didn't stab Dawn, then she wouldn't have drew her gun and you wouldn't have-" Beth began to apologise before you cut her off.

"It wasn't your fault, kid. I couldn't let her kill you. I'm just glad you're alive and back with your family." You answered causing Beth to smile through teary eyes as she leant down and hugged you gently.

"I'll go tell the others the good news. Get some rest." Beth said a few seconds later as she walked out the room, leaving you and Daryl alone.

He was still standing by the door and even from the distance and the hair covering part of his face, it was clear that he had barely slept and you hated that you were the reason for it.

"You look like shit." You commented, breaking the silence and you relieved that your voice sounded semi-normal as you watched Daryl's lips twitch up in a slight smile as he shook his head.

"Ya should see yourself." He muttered as he walked over to you, taking a seat on the chair beside your bed and your eyes locked with his.

"Ya almost died." He whispered.

You didn't miss the tears starting to rise in his eyes as he spoke and your heart broke.

"Well, wouldn't be the first time." You tried to joke, but Daryl just glared at you as he reached out towards your left hand and took it, lacing your fingers together and you sighed, but didn't pull away.

Neither of you said anything for a moment as you stared at him. You were the reason for his tears and you hated that. Nobody should cry over you, especially not Daryl, you didn't deserve that.

"What I said to you earlier about doing whatever Rick decides, you have to go along with it. I'm a bad person and I'm not letting you get dragged down with me once your group realises that I'm still alive and want to kill me." You explained, but Daryl just shook his head.

"It doesn't matter what ya did. It doesn't change how I feel 'bout ya." Daryl responded, his thumb tracing small circles over the back of your hand.

"It should." You whispered.

"It doesn't. 'N the group wants ya with us, they don't care 'bout ya past no more." He stated and you shook your head, not believing him in the slightest before something clicked. He said the group. The group wasn't here, half were back at the church and the others would be halfway to DC by now.

"Everyone's here. All camped out in the hallway as we speak. The cure was bullshit 'n they came back." Daryl added, sensing your confusion.

"I totally called it. I knew the whole cure thing was a load of crap, kinda sucks I was right though." You mumbled.

Daryl to rolled his eyes at you as he slowly traced his thumb over the old scars across your wrist with a sad smile.

"C'mon help me up, I'm not saying here any longer." You declared, wanting to get his thoughts away from your scars and wanting to get the hell out of this damn hospital.

"Nah, doc said ya needed to rest." Daryl argued, but you didn't listen as you pulled the IV needle from your arm and slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed.

In an instant Daryl was by your side, his hands hovering over your shoulders knowing you didn't like being touched without permission, but wanting to be there in case you passed out again.

"I'm good." You said, standing yourself up straight as you rested your hand over the bandage trying to ignore the dull ache, but at least it wasn't a sharp pain anymore thanks to Beth's painkillers that had finally kicked in.

"Here." Daryl said as he began to pull his leather vest off, leaving him in his sleeveless button down as he helped you put the vest on.

It was a little big for you, but it covered your bra and most your upper body without having to do the buttons up, so you gladly took it.

You spotted your sniper leaning against the wall at the far corner of the room and Daryl must have saw what you were looking at as he walked across the room and grabbed it before handing it to you and you smiled, taking your weapon and slinging it over your shoulder.

Slowly, you began to limp towards the door and nearly tripped over in the process if it wasn't for Daryl who grabbed you just in time and threw your arm over his shoulder to help you and you didn't argue.

The second you stepped into the hallway you froze.

Holy shit, Daryl was right. The entire group was literally camped in the hallway, all of them sitting and lying down, covered in various blankets and pillows. Most of them were asleep, but Beth was talking softly with Maggie, Glenn and Abraham, who were the only ones awake.

"Oh my God, should you be up and walking?" Glenn suddenly questioned once his eyes landed on you.

He said it a bit too loudly, but he didn't seem to notice or really care as the others all groaned and slowly woke up, but the second they spotted you, they all quickly stood up in shock.

"Well shit, you're one tough son of a bitch. Glad to see you still kicking." Abraham commented with a friendly smile and you smiled back at him, knowing that was his small way of apologising for the shit he'd said to you before he left the church a few days ago.

You talked with everyone for a while and to your shock they all seemed to be happy and relieved that you were okay before Rick walked down the hallway with baby Judith fast asleep in his arms, but the second he saw you standing there he froze with wide eyes.

"Ya still gonna kill me, Deputy? If so, make it a good shot. I don't die easily apparently." You half joked motioning towards the bandage that was slightly visible under Daryl's vest causing Rick to shake his head as he began to walk towards the group of you.

"We might have been on opposite sides of the law back in the day, but you have earned your place in the group. You're a survivor just like us, I just wish it didn't take you getting almost killed for me to realise that." Rick admitted, taking you by surprise.

You stared at him for a few seconds before the group erupted in happy cheers and Daryl sighed with relief, still holding your arm over his shoulders as you leant into his side and rested your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you, now let's get the hell out of here." You stated and the group didn't bother arguing with you.

Rick spoke to the cops before you left and somehow convinced them to give you a spare car along with bags of food and water to take with you.

The group of you piled into the car along with the large truck that Abraham and the others had found along the way because apparently they crashed the bus and wrecked it which was a shame, that bus would have been perfect.

Nobody really had a destination in mind, so you suggested a small power station that you had stayed at once. It had high wire fences around it and was secure the last time you saw it. Nobody else had a better idea so they all agreed on the power station.

It took nearly five hours before you pulled up in front of the tall barbed wire fence that lined the small power station.

You stayed by the cars with Carl, Beth and Judith while the others went through the front gate to check and clear the place. You leant against the bonnet of the car with your sniper in your hands, watching their backs while Carl and Beth kept guard by the back of the cars, but to your relief they reappeared within five minutes and declared the place clear.

There wasn't much in the area minus the power lines and electrical boxes, but you pulled the cars into the yard and began to set up beds and tents in the small area. Tara and Maggie took guard duty and set up on top of one of the metal electrical boxes to give them a view of the whole area.

Daryl had disappeared to go hunting while you still had a few hours of daylight left and the rest of the group all worked on getting a small fire lit and some of the canned food cooked.

Everyone sat around the small campfire while you waited for the food to cook. They all talked quietly amongst themselves as you stood back, leaning against the side of the cop car and took in the moment.

"Hey." Rick voice said softly and you glanced to your left to find the former Deputy walking towards you.

"Sorry about how I dealt with everything... I guess things aren't as black and white these days like they were when we first met." He explained causing to you chuckle softly which you quickly regretted as pain spiked through your stomach and you to winced.

"Sorry." Rick quickly apologised, but you shook your head.

"You know, you could have figured it out yourself without Gareth telling you. All the clues were there, especially that first night on the road, I killed those bikers with bullets through their eyes and I was almost certain you'd put two and two together, but you never did... You didn't figure out that I was the assassin because you didn't want to." You answered truthfully

Rick stared at you for a few seconds as he though about what you just said and nodded in agreement as he leant back against the car beside you, both of you watching the others sitting by the campfire.

"You're probably right. But, why fake your own death? The whole car crash thing? Why?" He asked curiously.

"The Feds from downtown were getting too close. I needed something to distract them while I laid low, so I staged my own death and then the dead started to walk a few months later. Crazy times." You stated shaking your head causing Rick to laugh softly from beside you, but he nodded agreement.

"Ain't that the truth."

Judith began to whimper in Carl's arms from where he was sitting by the campfire and you watched as the young boy glanced over at his father with a 'help me' expression causing you to smile softly as Rick chuckled and pushed himself from the car.

"Duty calls." He said and you nodded as he walked over to his children and scooped Judith up in his arms and the little girl instantly settled down.

Slowly, you began to limp over to the group, Carol instantly moving over so you could sit between her and Beth and you smiled and carefully sat down with a slight wince as you grabbed your stomach. The doctor had given you a small bottle of painkillers to take if you needed, but you kind of wanted the pain, so you kept the pills in the car.

"How are you feeling? Do you want me to get the painkillers?" Beth asked worriedly, but you shook your head as you rested your sniper down beside you.

"Nah, I'm good. But, I think I'll take that Sharpie now, if you still got it?" You asked quietly so the others couldn't hear.

For a second, you thought that maybe you had said it a little too quiet, but then Beth's face stretched out into a smile as she pulled the Sharpie out from her sweater pocket and held it out towards you.

"I'm glad you asked for it. Sorry, pink's the only colour I got." She apologised, but she didn't sound sorry as you took the Sharpie to find that it was in fact pink causing you to roll your eyes as the young girl smiled even more.

"Thank you, pink will be just fine." You replied with a gentle smile.

You twirled the pen around in your hand while the others all continued to talk quietly amongst themselves. Some were telling stories and sharing memories from the past, others planning and thinking of where to go next while you sat there and silently listened to the friendly chatter.

20 minutes later, Daryl came back with a dozen squirrels tied to a rope and the whole group broke out in huge smiles and instantly began helping the hunter clean and skin them.

Once the squirrels were ready to cook, Daryl swapped seats with Carol who insisted on cooking the food so he could be with you and you weren't going to complain about that.

"How's the bullet wound? Ya alright?" He asked, sitting down beside you as he stretched his legs out, his thigh resting against yours and you smiled softly at the small contact.

"I'm fine, just wish I could help more around camp." You admitted and you didn't realise you were talking so loud because half the group all spoke up at once.

"You nearly got yourself killed saving Beth, you deserve a rest."

"You told us about this camp, that's helping."

"You have done more than enough for this group."

They all called out from around the campfire. catching you by surprise. All them were looking over at you with friendly smiles causing you to roll your eyes, but you just nodded, unable to stop yourself from smiling at their words before you all began to eat the squirrel and canned food.

A few hours later, everyone had fallen asleep around the campfire covered in blankets, pillows and sleeping bags. Glenn was the only one awake as he kept watch from the top of an electrical box, but neither you or Daryl were asleep either as you leant against Daryl's side fiddling with the Sharpie while you both stared at the small glowing embers of the fire.

"What's with the pen?" Daryl asked quietly.

He rested his chin on top of your head while you leant against his chest, but you didn't answer him straight away as you thought about how to answer it.

"Ya don't wanna tell me? That's alright, ya don't have to tell me."

"It's a therapy technique... Beth told me about it, to stop me from... you know." You trailed off lifting the sleeve of your new jacket -thanks Maggie- as you showed him the small pink stars you had drawn on your skin earlier and you felt Daryl nod his head slightly.

"I guess everyone knows about them now." You whispered, watching as Daryl ran his fingers gently over the old scars near the pink stars over your left wrist.

"Nah, they only know 'bout the rumours, that's it... Why do ya cut? Ya never did answer that question all those weeks ago." He asked quietly and you shrugged your shoulders trying to think about a way of answering that actually made sense.

"It's the only pain I can control." You answered and Daryl didn't say anything for a few seconds before he nodded.

"That make sense." He whispered, catching you by surprise slightly as you tilted your head up towards him to find him smiling softly down at you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You're the first person who's ever said that." You said, lowering your head slightly as you thought back to the first time you started cutting and about your life before the dead started to walk.

You were so young, but you had a purpose. You were taking down the people on your fathers list, you were making the world a better place, but now... you didn't have a purpose. Being an assassin was all you knew, what were you meant to do now?

"What's wrong?" Daryl asked a few minutes later.

You didn't realise you had been sitting there staring at your wrists in silence and you shook your head. It was stupid. You were alive and with a good group of people, your thoughts were stupid.

"C'mon, what's goin' through that head of yours?" He asked, his voice slightly concerned and you sighed.

"I was the best version of myself out there, following in my fathers footsteps, trying to make the world a better place... I had a purpose, I was fighting for something, but now... For the first time in as long as I can remember I don't have a purpose. And I guess, if I'm being honest, I'm just... I'm scared." You admitted, shaking your head at yourself because that sounded so pathetic, but it was true.

"Ain't gotta be scared. Ya have a place here, with this group, with me." Daryl insisted, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you into his chest.

You smiled, letting him hold you as you both stared at the campfire and for the first time in a long time, you could actually see the light at the end of the tunnel and you knew things were going to be okay.

A/N- Link in bio for Masterlist. I will reblog with my Daryl Dixon Tag List, if you want to be added to the list, just comment below.

Firstly, I just want to say thank you to all those who have stuck through this fic and have supported me throughout this journey. This fic was a first for me, it was completely different from anything I have ever written and darker than I have ever written, but i had to give it a happy ending and I am so grateful for all your sweet comments.

I will admit, i wrote some of this fic based off my own experiences with self harm and I just wanted to say to those of you out there who can relate, you are not alone. You are strong. You are brave. You are worth it. And you have to keep fighting. I know sometimes it might not feel worth it, it might feel easier to give in and give up, but there is light at the end of the tunnel even if you can’t see it yet, i promise you, there is and sometimes the brightest light comes from the darkest places. I don’t know who you are or what you have been through, but from the famous words of Jared Padalecki ‘ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING’

I love you all, stay strong, stay safe and thank you again for reading this fic xx

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A3! Act 3 Episode 9 Summary

Please read through this note before you start reading the summary!

whhhhew, finally finished episode 9 and THE EMOTIONS ARE ROLLING-😭😭

but ofc being the maniac that i am ive decided to provide a full summary of episode 9 for those who are interested!

Be warned that this is MAJOR STORY SPOILERS so i would recommend you be at least finished act 2 and all the events leading up to it before you read this. Otherwise you’ll probably have a hard time understanding the full context of things.

The last note I want to make is that this won’t be a detail-for-detail summary! I still want to keep things decently vague so people can still have the joy of experiencing the story for themselves while still providing adequate information to clear up any confusions and speculations. This summary will basically be a rough outline of the story that highlights some of the major events that went on. This summary will follow the order of how the episode played out, all the events will be listed in order.

Ofc, if anybody has any specific questions regarding the story that they want clarified or just simply want to discuss episode 9: always feel free to shoot in an ask or dm me! I’m always happy to provide with information and/or rant about these precious boys!

Well, without further ado, here y’all go~~

WARNING: EXTREMELY LONG POST AND MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD~

the new groups of people now are the following:

High schoolers- Yuki/Muku/Azami/Kumon

Yosei University- Juza/Tsuzuru/Tenma/Taichi

Amabi- Kazunari/Banri

Adult group is still adult group~~

Apparently Tenma’s parents decided it would be a good idea to let him attend university so it was decided on the spot that he would be going through exams. He had to get Chikage to tutor to barely scrape by passing bc of how busy he was. Taichi on the other hand....Tsumugi the GOAT-

Omi now works as a professional photographer through a job his friend introduced him to.

Masumi decided to go to Fuyou University which is Tasuku and Tsumugi’s old university to study. Misumi’s brother, Madoka, also studies there. Although Madoka does not look like it, he’s actually 19... I know...

Azami decided to attend the same high school as Kumon which warms my heart honestly bc it just showed how good of friends they’ve become <3~~ Here’s his new uniform look <333

not sure how i feel about the red hoodie but eh, boy can pull it off so it doesn’t matter aha~

Guy is apparently opening up a new Zahra style bar with the help of the winter troupe members such as Homare who introduced him to an interior design company (same company that installed that brick wall in his room orz). Hisoka will also be helping out in Guy’s bar.

The entirety of Reni’s backstory (5 episodes in total) which describe his initial meeting with Yukio during high school to how they built Mankai together was described through the format of portraits (the autumn troupe signature). HIs backstories are basically just narrations of Act 3 1/2 if any of you read that when it was first posted.

Reni’s real name is apparently “Kamikizaka Reiji” and “Reni” is a nickname that Yukio gave him in high school bc Yukio thought that his real name was too hard to write out in kanji and pronounce lolol.

Reni keeps a journal which documents his time with Yukio (basically Act 3 1/2) in a safe in his office.

Kasumi’s nickname back in the day was apparently “Juriko”: stems from “Juliette” and “ko” which is a way to feminize someone’s name in Japanese. This was because he was the crossdresser that had to play Juliette in the OG spring troupe RomiJuri- heh.

Shifuto is now the new “top” in GOD Troupe after Tasuku and Haruto who got demoted.

FRIEND ANGST BETWEEN AZAMI AND SHIFUTO HNGHHH and that’s all I’m willing to say oop-

GOD Troupe challenged Mankai to an act-off once again and this time appointed Tsumugi as the lead and Tasuku to be in the play and the theme as “devil” and thus...Devil Tsumugi was born.

The company was initially debating on whether to accept the challenge or not but Tsumugi and Taichi desperately wanted to show Reni who they have become as an actor and prove him wrong on all the things he’s said to them. Basically, everyone who was casted for this play had their own reasons on why they wanted to act.

Misumi’s dad’s name is revealed to be “Kusumi” which literally means nine-points/sides and I- top 10 betrayals? I was certain that his name will have something to do with a square but apparently not-

Although it was briefly revealed during Sky Pirates, Misumi’s dad is the official script writer for GOD Troupe. However, it is shown here that he has absolutely no talent in writing so what he does is get Madoka to act as his ghostwriter and write for him.

Hence this birthed Madoka’s complex of wanting to write in his own free will and not under the control of his father. Since everything he writes gets “edited” by his father but everything his father edited gets rejected by Reni and so Madoka has to fix it himself anyways.

Returning to backstory, Reni revealed that Yukio legit went to visit Misumi’s grandpa (Hakkaku) as a senior high school student to ask him for a script. As a note, Hakkaku was already a very famous script writer at that time and age wise he is about what both their dads would be. Ofc he was refused many times but Yukio wouldn’t give up and would not stop pestering Hakkaku until he finally caved in.

Honestly I loved the autumn and winter troupe dynamic throughout this entire episode- just the way they supported Taichi and Tsumugi is just-

Kumon had to act as the mediator between Azami and Shifuto to try and recover their friendship and the entire process was hilarious.

Yukio and Reni were actually Yuzo and Kasumi’s high school seniors at Nanakusa High. Yuzo was the “ghost member” that was only member of drama club in-name only that was mentioned earlier.

NAMIKAWA DAISUKE’S VOICE IN KASUMI- *deaded counter x1* as a tiny side note: i realized half way through that Tezuka (Reni), Sanada (Yuzo), and Ootori (Kasumi) were in the same high school together bc of their seiyuus. This is for my TeniPuri fans out there haha~~

During their last performance in high school, Yukio and Reni got boycotted by the other junior members right before their play. Reni ended up forcing a reluctant Yukio to go at speak act out the monologue Hakkaku provided for them and everybody ended up being overwhelmed by Yukio’s performance.

This is what ended up making Reni dedicate his post high school life creating Mankai with Yukio, he wants to see Yukio act on stage again. He describes Yukio’s acting as “someone who was chosen by God” and even went as far as using his own money his parents gave him when they kicked him out (strict family bs) to build the initial theatre while they both worked part-time. Reni was the one who designed the entire theatre according to Yukio’s wishes to “make it long lasting”. However, Yukio revealed to him that he has no desire to stand on stage again and instead wants to make others “full bloom”, this invoked a sense of betrayal in Reni.

Reni was also the one who recruited Syu, his childhood friend, into the theatre. From there on, Yuzo and Kasumi also joined. Kasumi was revealed to also be garbage at acting at first but Yukio appointed him as lead for their first play nonetheless.

There is apparently some outside force wanting to ruin Mankai as they even went as far as stealing a part of Tsuzuru’s script and provided it to Misumi’s dad who ended up plagiarizing. It is later revealed that Reni had nothing to do with this so it is currently unknown who the main perpetrator is.

In order to get a better grasp on his devil character, Tsumugi opted to spend one day with each of the other winter troupe members (Homare, Hisoka, and Azuma) individually. This is to get more insight from people who had lived such different lives and accumulated such different experiences. Honestly, one of the most heartwarming moments ever.

MY ANGST MAN IS HERE WITH HIS FIRST APPEARANCE!!! SAKURAI TAKAHIRO’S VOICE OMGGGGG *deaded counter x2*

He met Tsumugi in front of the GOD Theatre and asked him to “save” Reni.

On the day of the performance, Tsumugi and Taichi decided to walk to the theatre. They met Banri and Juza along the way who were planning to do a street act to release some energy. On their way, they ended up being surrounded by numerous punks who were presumably sent by the same outside force who stole Tsuzuru’s script.

The night before the actual performance, the plagiarism was revealed to both sides and both sides were just as much caught off guard by this. Reni, however, refused to change the direction of the play since it was too risky as the performance is the next day. However, Shifuto refused to act out something that is plagiarized since he promised Azami that they would have a “fair fight like men”.

And so, he managed to convince Haruto to use Madoka’s script that he has written for the first time according to free will and changed the entire play in one night. With the help of Haruto’s authority, they managed to do it in time. (I’ve failed to mention this until now but these three has been building up chemistry all through out this episode and im so down for them tbh)

Banri told Juza to take Tsumugi and Taichi and go ahead while he stays behind to try and buy some time alone against all the men. Just when Banri was in a tight spot due to power in number...

BAM THIS OLD MAN COMES IN AND SAVES THE DAY!! by now y’all already know... YASUMOTO HIROKI’S VOICE HAAAAAAAAAH *deaded counter x3*

After Banri revealed to Zen that he was autumn troupe leader of Mankai, Zen gave him a card of his restaurant, “Gentiana” and promised to treat them to a meal there afterwards.

Costume reveal for GOD Troupe. Honestly, I love the chemistry that was built throughout this episode between Shifuto, Haruto, and Madoka. Haruto really did give out redeeming qualities and i don’t dislike him as much as before aha (even tho he is still a snob) and I acknowledge him as a character. Madoka’s script consisted of two characters and basically talks about two estranged brothers (his way of writing down his guilt for towards Misumi)

Costume reveal for Mankai as many of you probably have seen already- devil tsumugi and sexy tasuku is just-

In terms of actual in-game plays, this was the second play that I’ve actually cried at, the first being Clockwork. Super emotional and well-written play and certainly it draws a lot of parallels to Sympathy for the Angel.

SAME RENI...JUST-SAME. TT

After the performances...i won’t reveal who won and by how much but Reni did officially apologize for all his past actions as he was reminded of his passion for acting through this play. Izumi thought this too but it is hard to 100% forgive him bc of the pain he’s brought on all the members.

He revealed why he quit Mankai, it was bc he and Yukio had become so divided that if he had stayed, the entire balance of Mankai would fall to ruins. He actually came to the conclusion to leave after being trapped in the time loop with Yukio for about three days aha~

Reni decided to create GOD Troupe bc he wanted them to win the Fleur Awards first and crush Mankai, that way, he may have the chance one day to accepted a lost Yukio in his troupe as an actor and not a director (obsessed much my dude??)

The last part of the episode is Reni wanting to talk to Izumi about the Ikaruga family and being invited to Mankai Dorms as a result. There he reminisced the days with the OGs before we are left with a cliffhanger-

Even though he only talked for two lines but ONO DAISUUUUKE~~~ *deaded counter x4*

The very last scenes showcased how the OGs are starting to come back together as they will be getting involved with the new Mankai members.

THIS OLD MAN LEGIT WENT AND HELPED THEM PICK CABBAGE I-

LOOK AT THIS EXPRESSION HE IS SO PRECIOUS-

~❀❀❀~

that concludes the rough summary of episode 9! i...this was an ordeal to get through aha and sorry for it ended up being such a long post...It was inevitable bc this episode consisted of 39 chapters.

Honestly im so dead by the end of this that i didnt have the heart to check for any grammar mistakes so there’re probably quite a few that i ask you kindly to just ignore~ 🥺🥺

now, time to dig a hole and cry until episode 10 comes out...☠️😇😭

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princessjungeun · 4 years

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Because I Love You: Jeongyeon X Reader

Request: Hi! I’d like to request a fluffy jeongyeon scenario where she’s jealous that you’ve been hanging out with another idol and then you two confess 🥺

You and Jeongyeon have been close friends since you two were in middle school. You were both JYP trainees together, however when she debuted and you didn’t, you left JYP company. You transferred from company to company for about three years before you decided the idol life wasn’t for you. However, you did still want to pursue dance so you auditioned to be a JYP backup dancer and assistant choreographer.

During your trainee days, you trained in JYP, YG, SM, Cube, and BigHit so you knew many different idols. You also went to school at two of the more popular schools for idols and trainees. Starting at one high school and transferring your third year to finish at another. Because of this you were friends with a lot of idols. Ranging from the members of BTS and Twice all the way to rookie soloists like Somi.

So it wasn’t unusual if you were seen with one of your sunbaes on a day off. Recently, you’ve been hanging with one of your oldest friends, Lisa of Blackpink. She typically had nothing to do because her company won’t give Blackpink a comeback anytime soon. You on the other hand were preparing Twice for their comeback, but they had other schedules so you didn’t have to work for a few days.

You sat across from Lisa with one of her cats on your lap. “So any chance of comeback?” You asked her hopefully. She responded with a laugh then said “you are one funny girl.” You frowned and asked “rosie’s solo still hasn’t been brought up right?” Lisa shook her head and said “even if we don’t have comeback. I just want Rosie to have something. Jennie and I have been doing a little things here and there but Jisoo and Rosie have nothing. My Rosie Posie always gets the short end of the stick.”

You told her “You and Chaeng are cute, I want a relationship like that.” She rolled her eyes and said “Well then make your move on someone. Ooh how about Jeongyeon. You’ve liked her for a while!” You blushed and tried to cover it up but she you both knew it was true.

You both ended up hanging around the dorm until you two got hungry and went out for lunch. A few people recognized Lisa and asked for pictures and autographs. She was thrilled and told them to hold on a little longer when they asked about a comeback.

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When you got back to your apartment you saw Jeongyeon sitting on the couch on her phone. “So, how was your little date with Lisa?” You could hear a twinge of annoyance in her voice which caught you off guard.

You responded “I-it was good? Are you mad at me?” She replied “me mad at you? Don’t be silly? I’m not mad? Why would I be mad? You’re spending everyday with someone else but never me your best friend. But no I’m not upset at all. It’s fine I dont care.” You furrowed your brows and asked again “so you are mad at me?”

Jeongyeon stood up and said “no I said I don’t care.” You challenged her “well clearly you do if it’s got you this worked up. And besides Lisa is ROSIE’S GIRLFRIEND. Why are you jealous?” Jeongyeon scoffed “I’m not jealous. Who said I was jealous? You’re putting words into my mouth.” You laughed in annoyance and said “i’m just saying, that’s what it looks like right now.” She responded “well I’m not.”

You absolutely refused to lose this especially because you found it kind of funny. “Well it sure sounds like it. And why does it matter who I hang out with. You were literally working all day today.” She responded “even when im not working you never hang out with me! And when you’re with other girls they’re always all flirty and up on you!” Your voices began to rise “you said you didn’t care who I hung out with!” She raised her voice louder this time “like i said earlier. I don’t!” You responded matching her volume “Well you obviously care! And why do you care if someone is flirty with me huh?!”

This time Jeongyeon took a deep breath before yelling “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. IVE LOVED YOU SINCE WE WERE 18 YEARS OLD. SO IM SORRY IF I GET UPSET WHEN I SEE SOMEONE HUGGING ALL OVER YOU AND KISSING YOUR CHEEKS AND HOLDING YOUR HAND. BECAUSE THAT SHOULD BE ME!” You froze not knowing what to do and Jeongyeon slowly realized she just confessed her feelings to you. She responded “well say something.” You were still processing what just happened trying to make sure you heard her right.

“Ok then I’m just gonna-” Jeongyeon went to turn around and leave but you grabbed her arm. “Wait. Wait. I’m sorry I was just taken aback.” She stood in front of you and you took a step closer to her, your faces almost touching. You said “I-i love you too. A lot. I have for a long time actually.”

Without hesitation she pulled you closer to her and kissed you. You both fell onto the couch where she deepened the kiss. You stayed like that for a few more seconds until she pulled away. Jeongyeon’s strong arms wrapped around you and she asked “be mine?” You smiled and nodded earning a small kiss on the lips before she held you closer.

#twice jeongyeon #twice fluff #twice scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop readings #kpop fluff #jeongyeon #twice jungyeon #yoo jeongyeon

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bbaejohnnyluvr · 4 years

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Mistake at the First Sight (Chapter IV)

CHAPTER FOUR

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Enemies to Lover

Summary: You’re a transfer student from London and Park Seonghwa thought that you don’t know Korean language. Little did he know, you are actually a Korean who moved back to the place you were born.

A/N: I’m sorry I didn’t update for a month now since I was busy with my degree stuffs. Anyway, here’s an update and this is most probably the second last episode.

<< Chapter three

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Thanks to Seonghwa’s long legs, catching up with you is not a problem for him. As soon as he is near you, he wraps his hand around your wrist, stopping you from moving any further.

You stopped walking and turned your head to look at him with a fire ignited in your eyes. “What do you want, Park Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa is taken aback when he looks at your expression. You look so furious. Did he do anything wrong? What mistake did he commit? He is confused with the way you are looking at him right now.

“Why do you look so mad? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?”

You let out a scoff. You couldn’t believe that the guy in front of you has the guts to ask you that question. Did he just pretend as if nothing happened? Or is he naturally dumb?

“It must be easy for you to get any ladies you want, right?”

Your words make Seonghwa frown as he tries to understand where did that random statement come from. Seonghwa stays silent at your sudden outburst. You take your hand away from his grip before opening your mouth again.

“How many girls have you give tissue with your number written on it?”

Seonghwa’s frown deepens at your question. Tissue? What?

That is when Seonghwa remembered the incident in the café. He shakes his head before letting out a soft chuckle, changing your mood from mad to confuse.

“That wasn’t me. She wrote her number on it but I refuse to take it.”

Your facial expression softens a bit at his justification of what happened back there. However, you do not want to make it obvious, so you lift your chin slightly and cross your arms, looking at him with a challenging look.

“Why? Because she is too easy for you? Is that why you didn’t take her offer?”

Your statement irked Seonghwa. His face went from soft to mad as soon as you finish your sentence.

“Do you think I’m like that?”

You shrug slightly. A smirk forming on your face as you look at him with the same expression as before.

“Why? Are you not like that? You sure look like a guy who would get into woman’s pants if they throw themselves at you – or maybe you prefer… women?”

Seonghwa had enough of your attitude. He took a few steps forward until he is standing right in front of you. Only then you realized how tall he is compared to you. With that expression of his, he makes you feel more intimidated than normal.

“I’m not like that.”

You look up to him, trying to not lose your ground.

“Why? You can get any girls you want. Why don’t you just go to them and-”

Your words were cut off by the sudden intrusion from Seonghwa.

“Because I like you, Kim Jooyeon!”

His sudden confession leaves you stunned. Suddenly, it seems like everything stops moving. You blink your eyes a few times before searching Seonghwa’s face, trying to detect any lies. However, the only thing that you found on his face is sincerity – especially his eyes.

His expression might look scary but his gaze towards you is passionate. It feels as if you can sense the longing behind it. Seonghwa, who just acknowledge his action, straightens his back and turn his face to the other side. He gulps down his saliva as blush slowly creeping onto his face.

Your eyes fall to his chest, witnessing how it rise and fall rapidly.

“When did you feel like this?”

Seonghwa’s tongue swipes along his lips, trying to wet it and hide his nervousness. He turns to look at you but your eyes are still lingering on his chest.

“After you confronted me for the first time,” he said. You bite your inner cheek as you tighten your hold on the strap of your bag.

“I’m going home first. Thank you for today.”

And just like that, you walk away from him, leaving him alone – for the second time.

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It had been a week since you mutter a single word to Seonghwa, and so did he. In the class, he no longer sits behind you. Whenever both of you ran to each other, no one speaks a word and just walks away as if the two of you are strangers – and it is too obvious for the boys and Jiyeon not to notice.

There were countless times where Jiyeon asked you to have lunch together with the boys, go out to watch movies with the boys, go hang out with the boys. You refused every single offer because you know if ‘the boys’ are there, that means Park Seonghwa will be there too, and you were not ready to face him yet.

You need some time and Seonghwa acknowledged that. There were times where he would wait for you in case if you would join him along with the boys and Jiyeon hanging out or he would reserve a place for you to sit during lunch hour, but no. You did not join them.

Seonghwa would be lying if he said that he was not upset with your actions, but he knew you need to process everything because it came to you without giving any signal.

San, being one of the closest to Seonghwa, had never seen him being this sad before. He used to smile a lot. Whenever the boys would tease him, he would try to fight back even though he knew he will lose, making him look so happy. Nowadays, he seems to be spacing out a lot. Most of the time, San needs to shake his shoulder harshly just to make him come back to reality.

San had enough of this.

“Jooyeon!”

You turn your head to the voice that called your name just to see San leaning against the wall. Both his hands are in his pocket and a smile plastered on his face.

You return the smile and walk towards him. “Jiyeon went to the toilet so if you want to meet her-“

“Actually, I’m waiting for you.”

San’s words succeed to make you stop talking. You look at him with confusion displayed on your face before pointing your finger at yourself.

“Me? You are waiting for me,” you questioned, trying to confirm if you just heard him right. San chuckles at your actions. He nods his head, indicating that you heard it right.

“What is it that you want to talk to me?”

San puffs out his cheeks before straighten up and points his finger to the front, asking you to walk with him. You were still confused but you just follow his steps as he started walking.

None of you say anything for a couple of minutes. You just walk and walk without knowing the destination San is heading for. However, it does not make you feel uncomfortable or awkward. Probably because both of you are already close with each other that you no longer need to have a conversation to justify your friendship.

Few more seconds has passed when San decided to speak first.

“Seonghwa confessed to you, right?”

That question makes you halt your steps. Your hand that was previously clinging onto the strap of your bag, are now at your side. Your face fell and your eyes look at San’s back.

“Did he tell you that?”

San turns around to face you before shaking his head, flashing you a soft smile. “I’ve known him for too long so I could figure it out.”

You turn your head to the side as you let out a breath that you did not even know you were holding.

“And by the way both of you are ignoring each other right now, that means it’s either you reject him, or you left him without any answer.”

You bite your lower lips at the last sentence. Having a friend like San is great because he cares about your well-being. Even so, the downside is that you cannot really hide and lie to him easily since he can sense it well.

You let out a sigh before stating the truth to San. “I… left him.”

The smile on his face widens slightly. He knows he is right and he is proud of it. He took a few steps towards you to ruffle your hair, making you glare at him in annoyance.

“Until when will you deny your feelings for him?”

For the third time today, he made you stunned. You know that it is easy for him to detect Seonghwa’s feelings as they have been together for God knows how long. But, when he asked that question to you, without you saying anything to him – now that is on another level.

Judging from your expression, he knew that you are surprised by his nth attack of the day. His hand that was on your hair moved to your shoulder and pat it a few times.

“Even though you didn’t admit it, I know that you have feelings for him. A feeling that is more than a friend. Although you may not notice it, I’ve seen your face whenever girls try to get closer to Seonghwa and talk to him in more than friendly ways. You would either clench your jaw or rolled your eyes so hard it almost popped out of its socket.”

If San is not talking facts right now, you swear you would have punched his face and kicked his knee for talking nonsense. You wished he was exaggerating his points but no, he did not because that was exactly your reactions during those situations.

“It’s already been a week, Jooyeon. Don’t you think you have hurt him and yourself enough by now?”

You filled your cheeks with air before letting out a sigh. Your fingers are now playing with each other as you look down on the floor, a small pout formed on your face.

“I don’t know how to tell him. It all went too fast. Besides, I’m not sure how deep my feeling is for him.”

It’s true, you know that you like Seonghwa more than a friend. But, you are not sure if you are ready to face it since you know you are scared of commitment.

Despite that, You could not deny the warm and fuzzy feeling inside your tummy every time you picture Seonghwa as your boyfriend and how nice it will be if both of you get to spend time together every day. You never know that you can imagine scenes like that before in your entire life.

“Come and join us at Rouge Club tomorrow night, then.”

You spin your head around at the familiar voice, just to see Jiyeon holding her phone in front of her face, a smirk plastered on her face. You look at the couple back and forth before finally realizing that they have both sets you up in this.

“Yah, Choi San. Kim Jiyeon. Is this how you treat your friend? Recording illegally while your friend is pouring out her worry?”

Jiyeon put down her phone and smile widely at you. She walks towards her boyfriend and San’s arms automatically wrapped around her waist as he buries his face in her hair, copying his girlfriend’s smile.

“I’m sorry, Jooyeon. But, we can’t stand seeing both of you suffering like this. So, blackmailing you is the only way that works.”

You know that there is no way out with this. Looking at the couple, you tilt your head to the side slightly and cross your arms against your chest.

“What do I need to do?”

Jiyeon and San exchanges glance with each other for few moments before turning their head back to you. Your friend then faces the screen of her phone towards you and press the ‘delete’ button on the video that she recorded before.

“Honestly, we don’t want to force you to come. But, we think its best if both of you can come to closure to this. We don’t want to see our precious friends looking gloomy all day every day. We want to see the real smile on both yours and Seonghwa’s face again.”

You lick your lower lips as you thought about your friends’ words. You can hear how concern they are about you and Seonghwa. No friends want to see their friends being sad. Yet, you still feel like you are not ready to face the tall guy.

You were about to reject their offer for the nth time when San step forward and cut you off.

“Please, Jooyeon. Do it for my sake. Tomorrow night… it’s my birthday party.”

Your face softens and your heart melts at his words. Now that you remember correctly, it is going to be San’s birthday the day after tomorrow. It does make sense why he wants to celebrate it tomorrow night.

With a defeat, you mutter softly but surely, “I will come”.

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#seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa imagines #ateez imagines #seonghwa scenarios #park seonghwa scenarios #ateez scenarios

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Sleeping Beauty

Darkiplier x Wilford Warfstache

@grey-b0y ty for the request!(im sorry it took so long lol)

A/N: ight so. first time doin a ship. literally the best thing ive ever written. may like to do more. uhhhh Dark being an overworked bastard. Wilford being the caring boyf that he would be. Disney movies. If you couldn't already tell. Uhhhhh finished this in an hour, re-read it, may actually be the best thing I've ever made I'm ngl. Dark may be a bit OOC, but that's just cause he's a lil bit tired. uhhhhh yeah. Enjoy!

Requests are open

Dark let out a quiet sigh as he opened the door to his and Wilford’s house. He threw his suit jacket to the side with absolutely no fucks to give about where it landed. He stumbled through the house until he eventually landed in his office, plopping down in his chair and leaning back with a groan.

He had so much work he still had left to do, and it was already 9:00. He was so, so, so very tired. The egos had been especially annoying that week, all having the stupidest comments during meetings and refusing to shut up once they got started. Dark had noticed Wilford gave him a “look” whenever he saw the entity annoyed or angry. He didn’t want Wilford to worry, so he always brushed it off. In hindsight, it might have been a good idea to let Wil help him. They were in a relationship, after all. People are supposed to help those that they love. Dark never gave Wil much of a chance to do that. He felt bad for it at times.

Dark rubbed the bridge of his nose and yawned. He shook his head and cracked his neck and flexed his hands, trying to make himself more awake. “Trying” being the keyword here. He reached into his messenger bag and pulled out his laptop and computer mouse. He opened the laptop and opened a document of everything he was supposed to schedule, approve, and deny. He went through everything, the blue light illuminating his pale face, the bags under his eyes looking very prominent. Any person with eyesight and half a brain could see he was sleep-deprived and overworked.

He heard a noise come from somewhere in the house. He stopped clicking and raised his head a bit, trying to listen. Nothing else came. He shrugged lightly. He was probably just imagining things…

Probably…

Another noise. A THUMP. Louder this time. He took his hand away from the mouse and leaned back in his chair, watching the closed door of the office. He stared at it, waiting for another noise to show up.

The sound of shattered glass and Wilford cursing caused Dark to jump up out of his chair. He threw the door open and ran to the source of the noise.

“Wil!” He called as he stopped in the living room. The panicked look on his face died down into indifference and mild annoyance.

Wilford was laying on his back in the middle of the room, margarita glass in hand, with the window shattered and shards of glass surrounding him. He turned to Dark and smiled.

“Good evening, pumpkin!” He greeted joyfully. Dark exhaled deeply and walked over to Wilford. He had no problem with the glass because his shoes were still on. Wilford, apparently having some sort of supervision when it came to Dark, noticed this small fact. “Why do you have your shoes on? When did you get home?” Dark, ignoring the question, pulled Wilford to his feet.

“Where’s your key?” He asked, exasperated.

“Now, hold on. I asked you first. It’s not fair that I have to answer questions when you haven’t answered mine!” The reporter pouted. Dark rolled his eyes.

“Stuck in a meeting. Stuck in traffic. Got home a couple of minutes ago,” He sighed, “Where is your key, Wil?” Wilford looked around for a moment before his eyes landed on a clock. He let out an exaggerated gasp.

“Dark! It’s so late! You must be exhausted!” He said, cupping Dark’s face in his hands. He can’t help from melting into the touch of his favorite person.

“No, no, I’m fine, really,” Dark mumbled, obviously lying. Wilford frowned.

“Come along now, darling, you know you can’t lie to me,” He said, stepping a bit closer to him. He looked into Dark’s eyes while the entity avoided eye contact. Wilford huffed before his eyebrows raised and a smile formed on his lips. Dark noticed and furrowed his eyebrows

“What?” He asked, slightly worried. Wilford grabbed his hand and led him to their bedroom. Dark sighed.

“Wil, I don’t-” He was cut off by a T-shirt being thrown at his face. Dark, being extremely tired, didn’t process what had happened until he looked down and saw the shirt. He looked back up at Wilford, squinting a bit. Wilford had somehow already changed. He was wearing pink shorts and a white shirt with a rainbow on the front. Dark glanced down at the shirt and raised an eyebrow. Wilford cleared his throat.

“My eyes are up here, Darky-poo,” He teased. Dark would have blushed if he were less proud. Would have.

Dark rolled his eyes and picked up the shirt, ushering Wilford out. God knows how long into their relationship and Dark still refused to change in front of his boyfriend. Wilford shook his head and chuckled, heading into the kitchen.

He made two bowls of popcorn, knowing for a fact he would scarf down his in a matter of minutes. He walked into the living room. He heard creaking and looked back to see Dark walk in after him. The pale entity wore black boxers and the grey shirt that was thrown at him. Wilford smiled.

“What took so long, darling?” He asked sweetly. Dark scoffed at the third pet name that night.

“Resting my eyes,” he claimed. Wilford hummed, knowing it was a lie. He wouldn’t push it, though. Dark sighed. “What are we doing, Wil?”

“Watching Disney movies. Only the musicals, though,” Dark groaned.

“Wil-”

“Listen,” Wilford said, suddenly sounding serious. Dark closed his mouth. “I know you won’t listen to me when I tell you to rest. So, if you’re gonna stay awake, you might as well do something vaguely fun, right?” Dark smiled softly.

This person. This person loved him. This person cared about him more than anyone else did. And this person that cared about him was trying to help. Dark sighed, but not in an exasperated way. In an “I really can’t argue because a) I have nothing to argue and b) I kinda sorta really don’t wanna argue but I still wanna act like I do” kinda way. He shuffled his way over to the couch and plopped down next to Wilford, scooting as close to him as possible. Wilford grinned and settled himself.

“But do we have to do all of them?” Dark complained. Wilford stroked his mustache a bit.

“Well, no, but we gotta start somewhere.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you get to tell me which year to start from.”

“Last year.” That earned a small glare from Wilford. “Fine, fine… uh… 19...8...9?”

“The Little Mermaid it is!” Wilford said excitedly.

“Wait, you know all the years?”

“Of course I do! What do you think I am? Some sort of commoner?!” Dark slowly blinked at that wreck of a sentence and turned back to the TV screen. Wilford put an arm around Dark, who snuggled into the touch. Then, Wilford hit the play button on his remote.

Two movies later, Dark was out cold. They’d barely gotten through a third of “Newsies” before Wilford looked over and saw the entity sleeping. Wilford had been mindful enough to keep his singing voice to a minimum, and so Dark hadn’t woken up. Wilford wasn’t even sure how long he’d been asleep. When did he last look? Halfway through “Beauty and the Beast?” Aw, too bad. 30 more minutes and they would’ve started on “Aladdin”! Wilford shrugged and paused the film.

He gently shifted in his spot and lifted Dark into his arms. He slowly carried the “Sleeping Beauty”(shut up I’m funny) to their room. He gently laid Dark down on the bed, covering him with the blankets. Dark almost instantly cuddled into them. Wilford bit his lip as he stared down at his lover. Well, since they didn’t watch Sleeping Beauty…

Wilford gently leaned down and brushed a small curl out of Dark’s face. He gazed at his sleeping figure in admiration before leaning down further to connect their lips in a small kiss. Very small, more of a peck than a “kiss” kiss, but still. Dark slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times as Wilford pulled away.

“Aw, Dark,” Wilford whispered, “I woke you with true love’s kiss!”

“You woke me, period,” Dark grumbled but stretched out his arms, tempting Wilford to go to bed.

Wilford climbed in next to Dark, spooning him. He held his arms tight around his partner’s torso, burying his nose into the entity’s hair and inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing?” Dark almost chuckled. Wilford smiled.

“I like your smell…”

“Oh?” Dark twisted around to look at Wilford. “And what do I smell like?”

“Home…” Wilford answered with a lovestruck look on his face. He could’ve sworn he saw a blush before getting hit in the face with a pillow. He laughed as Dark turned back around.

“You are the cheesiest person in the galaxy,” Dark said. Wilford’s lips curled into a grin as he snuggled up behind Dark again.

“Maybe…” He answered. Both of them sighed contently. “I love you…”

“I love you too...” Dark mumbled, still very tired, “Goodnight, Wil.” Wilford smiled as he tightened his grip ever-so-slightly.

“Good night, Sleeping Beauty…”

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buckys-forgotten-plum · 4 years

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The One Who Came After

Prompt- To normal Terrans, the Tesseract was strange and confusing, no one really understood how powerful it was or what it really did. That was until you came along...

Warning- Endgame Spoilers (Does that even need to be a warning anymore?), cursing, angst, maybe smut at some point idk

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It had only been a minute since the dust had settled, since Tony had taken his last breath and was being tended to by a crowd of medics, since Thanos had taken his and was left alone. No one had the time to sit down and recuperate, to come to the realization that it was actually over. Pepper was still beside her fallen husband, along with Peter and Rhodey. Sam, Steve and Bucky were all together, making a plan to scout out all of the injured. At this point, nothing could surprise any of them, each person's soul, body and mind was drained of all feeling.

So, when a bright blue flash of light erupted a few feet away from the fallen hero, it seemed like some robotic movement to everyone as they turn and point every weapon available at the sudden movement.

“Which one of you mortals...keeps fucking... With. My. Stone,” Your breathing was labored and each word was a desperate, dry wheeze.

It took everything in your entire being to not drop down and pass out. Within a week (your worlds week anyway) the universe your world resided in had been flipped upside down three separate times. It had taken an entire unit from each planet to keep the universe from collapsing on itself, and after the third strike, they sent you out to see what in the ever living fuck was happening.

“Who are you? What do you want?” You turned to see a tall, blonde man walking towards you, a hammer and shield in hand.

“I want to know who the hell keeps trying to turn my universe inside out like it’s some kind of reversible jacket!” you growl out, meeting the strangers gaze and refusing to back down, “Don’t you dipshits know to never mess with another universes stones? W-who are you to decide what ha-happens with my world?”

The exhaustion that racked your body made it hard to focus on the figure that stood directly in front of you, and it didn’t take long for you to fall down to your knees. “You-you have no idea-” your vision blurred and you had to place a hand on the ground to steady yourself.

The man who originally approached you knelt down to your height, forgetting about the threat you might have imposed and making sure that you weren’t about to die, “Okay, okay. We can talk about this a little later, we’re all exhausted and need to deal with...things” The stranger states, glancing around at all of the injured and fallen soldiers.

“What happened here?” you ask quietly, weakly looking up into the man’s bright blue eyes.

You didn’t get to hear his reply before your consciousness slipped into the darkness.

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“S-so, let me get this straight...” Dr. Banner mutters before looking you in the eyes, “You’re from a different universe? Dimension? Thing? That resides inside the Tesseract, and almost falls apart every time the tesseract is used?”

“Yes, I came here to stop whoever was having the bright idea to activate it every five goddamn minutes,” you mutter out groggily, fisting the burn of sleep from your eyes, “which turned out to be a pack of nimrods that, where I’m from, wouldn’t do any of this shit-“

“How’d you travel here? Get outside of the tesseract?” Steve, asked curiously, eyes squinting in suspicion.

“Some magical shit that this dude-“ you lazily motion toward the man in the red cape, “did, I’m not sure what he called it. It doesn’t matter anyways, what matters is that you stop using that stone or I’ll kill you all,”

“Trust me sweetheart, we just defeated the most powerful being in the universe, you don’t have a chance,” scoffs a man from the corner of the room, stripping himself of his red tinted goggles and placing them on a small table next to him.

“Hey bird boy, we didn’t have to fight him twice in my universe. Oh and your goggles look stupid,” you snap, glaring at the man who now looked at you with shock and anger in his gaze

You didn’t have the energy to deal with this group of random miscreants. You recognized all of them, though. Each one was a part of your world back at home, but none as important there as they are here.

“Your from an alternate dimension where Thanos didn’t win the first time?” Dr. Banner asks from his corner by a lab table.

“Um yeah. My team got to him when we found out he was the cause behind the Loki disaster in Los Angeles. We knew he would be a future threat so we didn’t let it get out of control...unlike you guys who almost let your entire universe get destroyed,” the harsh pain in your head hadn’t subsided and you really wished these bafoons would leave you alone.

“There’s a Loki in your dimension too?” You looked at the...thick...version of Thor before answering.

“Yeah Pillsbury doughboy, he’s alive and well there too. Yours isn’t though, I can tell from the emptiness radiated from your body,” your comment was thoughtless as your powers weren’t a big deal back home. Almost everyone had them, the special few were the ones who were born sterile of all supernatural genes.

The room fell into silence after your words and some of the onlookers left the room, including Thor. You were left to be stared at by Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts and a young boy who you hadn’t recognized.

“I-is Mr. Stark alive in your dimension?” The boy asked, tears falling from his has as his trembling body struggled to keep upright.

You managed the strength to get off the examination table and walk up to the poor boy, “if it makes you feel any better kid, in my universe, Tony Stark retired and is living an ordinary life with his daughter and wife in Tahoe. Has been for the last five years of his life. But let me tell you, your Tony did an immeasurable thing to save an immeasurable amount of lives. Is he still here?” You ask quietly. You felt the piercing hurt from this lost boy and easily found it within you to try and help, forgetting about the pain these people had caused your world.

“Why? What do you want with him?” Steve asked crudely, a hard stare set your way.

“I can help him. I know I might seem like a threat but tell me, what more could I do to this world that hasn’t already been done?” Your statement seemed heavy on the three pairs of eyes that followed your lumbering movements as you clumsily made the short journey to the door, “please let me help you so you can help me,”

Miss Pepper Potts was the one to move first, quickly helping you out of the room and into the quiet corridor where she proceeded to lead you to another medical room. This one was filled with machines and IV poles, all of them hooking up to one, completely broken man.

“He’s brain dead, can’t breath on his own, his heart stopped beating on its own, almost all of his bones are broken, lungs are punctured...h-he isn’t even really living right now,” Pepper choked on her words, a trembling hand covering her mouth to mask the sobs that bubbles up from her throat.

“I can help, just, be ready to catch me when I pass out,” you mumble calmly and walk up to the lifeless body.

You knew this had to be done. It would hurt but these people needed this man.

Though it was normal to have some form of powers in your universe, it wasn’t necessarily normal to have the type of powers you specifically possessed. Sure everyone had some for of mild self healing, but yours was a bit different.

“Tell me what the biggest issues with him are again,”

At this point Steve and the broken boy had entered the room and were watching from the doorway.

“I-I can’t remember it all-“ “it’s okay, just tell me the body parts and I can heal them,”

“Brain, heart, and-and his lungs,” she shot out quickly as you placed your hands on his chest and forehead.

“Okay, y/n, don’t freak out...” you mumble to yourself, “Please don’t touch either of us before it’s done. It could mess up the process,” the warning was short and you left little time after for the others to agree before a bright blue light seeped from your hands and into Tony’s body.

Pain instantly went into your brain, heart and lungs and you had to lean onto the man so you wouldn’t collapse to the floor. “Come on, come on,” you mumble and strengthen the flow of energy from your body to his.

You let out a loud groan of pain as the process finally started to work properly. You could heal anyone, anything you wanted. That’s what made you special, but there were always two sides to ones powers where you were from, and the other side of yours was taking parts of the victims injuries and moving them to your own body. You thankfully had a say of which injuries you would take on but you had to take on a certain amount for your powers to work. At this point in time you chose to take on a few broken bones and a couple of punctures to your lungs. Best to spread out the pain than focus on one area.

“Somebody. Call, Dr. Banner,” you call out the order and put your last efforts into healing the parts of his brain that were damaged the most and suddenly there was a different source of wheezing and coughing in the room.

Tony had woken up.

“Oh my god!” Pepper gasped, a trembling hand shooting out to cover her mouth.

The teenager that had remained quiet for most of your consciousness suddenly broke out into violent sobs and fell to his knees, quickly being comforted by Pepper wrapping her arms around his shaking form.

“Tony can you hear me?” Your eyes found his and it only to a moment before he shook his head, wheezing out a quiet ‘yes’.

“Alright, Alright. You’re gonna be okay, y-your gonna be fine. Stay calm, I know it f-feels weird but you can’t fight it. don’t fight it,” your words began to slur together as your consciousness started to slip away.

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A/N: yeah that’s right, i'm writing another series when I have no time or effort stored away to properly finish this or any of my other series or drafts. Please enjoy and don't forget to like, comment, and reblog!

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ashleyswrittenwords · 4 years

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Of Gods and Goddesses (IV)

Note: I finally revisited this one. Here is the final installment of OGAG! This is dedicated to my burning love for HyLink. A final thank you to @royxhe for the inspirational fanart!

First Chapter

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Of Gods and Goddesses

Hyrule had been torn to pieces by Demise’s hoard. It had been years since Hylia’s descension and the Hylians were cornered. Refugees from all walks of life met at a single point to defend both the Triforce and their survival. The goddess of light was at the forefront, organizing forces and splitting resources to sustain the camps. It would be wildly convenient if her sisters would return, but they never did. Hylia was left alone to pick up the pieces. All the while, looking forward to the day she would drive a blade through Demise’s dark heart. Her people were calling him a demon king and refused to refer to him as any sort of god.

Then one day, one of her commanders approached her with word that a man with the Triforce imprinted on his right hand was found. She rushed to the entrance of her tent and threw aside the drapes. Lightening boomed through the sky and she found him knelt in the pouring rain, knees sunken in the mud. Sandy blond hair was soggy, and his forest green attire was drenched by the travel. From what the commander had said, he was from the frontlines.

The man refused to do no less than bow in reverence before her until she demanded to see his hand. The wavering words and the sight of the triplet triangles made their eyes meet for the first time. However, to Hylia, it felt like the countless time she had seen those blue irises.

“Alikah?” she breathed out in disbelief.

His expression twisted in confusion but held an odd air. The man couldn’t quite place her. He knew who the goddess was, of course, from the tales and legends. But this was altogether different.

“Actually, Your Grace. My name is Link.”

Alikah’s death echoed pain through the years and her heart seized. Eyes wide with a tight grasp around his hand Hylia knew it was him, although now in a mortal form. It had been over 25 years since she felt him take his last breath. Usually that span of time would be nothing, yet each morning felt empty and each night lonely. It had been so long and here he was, albeit different. He didn’t have a godly glow around him, nor the perfections that came from being holy, but this was him. Alikah’s eyes, his voice, his hair, his mark that he had tattooed on his back was in her hands.

Even so, he did not recognize her. She was to him as she was to the rest of the mortals. Hylia could see it in his face. The mother goddess and the light of Hyrule.

Biting down a wave of grief, she released his hand and it fell to his side. Link returned to kneeling and she realized what Alikah had meant. He wasn’t useful as a god and there were strains in her chain of command. They revered her, but when it came to drawing out battle plans they refused to speak their minds. Having their own at the table beside her would potentially change the course of this war.

With a steady breath, she pulled the sword from her side. The master sword had been her companion since the beginning and she was no stranger to Alikah. He had wielded her once before, and he would have to unwittingly do it again. His eyes flickered up to hers as she held it out, “Link, I must ask of you to give more than just yourself. To wield my sword and stand by my side until the Demon King is defeated.” Hylia forced her voice to be strong, but the implications of forcing a mortal to endure conquering Demise… is this what Alikah would have wanted?

“You’re free to walk away. I will not hold you to this,” she finished. His eyes fell from hers and all that could be heard was the rain falling around him. When he finally spoke, all she saw was resolve.

“If it means protecting this land and your people,” Link spoke as surprise filled her, “I wholeheartedly accept, my goddess.”

My love…

Then, it was done. He took the Sword that Seals the Darkness gingerly from her grasp and the crowd that formed around them watched in awe as the chosen hero accepted his destiny from the goddess of light.

Time went by steadily and the war dragged on longer with it. It wasn’t like the War of Old where centuries went by without a notice. Each year was grueling and tore at Hylia whose army beat down on Demise’s hoards. It didn’t matter how efficient they were, the monsters regrouped greater in both strength and number. She felt that every life that fell was by her own hand. Even still, she had to keep positive. The Hylians depended on her and saw hope in her being. If she were to lose face before her people, she feared all would be lost.

Hylia found comfort in wearing their clothes and actively participating in their customs when war wasn’t immediately called for. As she charted out where each battalion would move next, she wondered what Din would say at her discolored and seemingly bland skirts. It made her smile despite the weight on her heart. Even the generals have insisted on more elegant apparel. She had expressed her profound disapproval of the notion. Why would she wear anything different than the people that fight for her?

The opening of her tent shifted, stilling her quill. A head of blond hair popped through and the rest of the man followed.

“Ah, Link,” she smiled. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

The sword on his back glowed warmly as it always did in her presence. It was rather late in the night and she hadn’t expected him. He nodded in her direction, “Your Grace.”

She glanced around, “Please sit anywhere.”

He did, drawing a chair to her desk and looking curiously at her plans. These past few years were cruel, but Link’s presence was a great help. His prior years climbing the ranks until his mark was found out gave him an edge that many generals did not have in the fight against the demon king. The man knew the varied monsters and strategies to take them down. His expertise only solidified Hylia’s conviction that he was the rightful one be by her side. Not to be forgotten was their growing friendship.

“I had a premonition last night,” Link said in that quiet voice of his. He didn’t speak loudly and the only times she had seen him upset were in the manner of his words, not his volume. She straightened, fully taken with his speech. “A premonition?”

Link’s hands rested on his knees, thumbing the seams of his trousers. “I have no other explanation for what it could be,” he looked up at her then. In his eyes there was a pleading. “Hylia, if I were to die… what would happen?”

A pregnant silence settled so softly that she hardly noticed how much he sounded like a god who was killed nearly three decades prior. Her gaze left him to rest on the melting candle before her. It wicked away at the wax and she wondered if the appropriate action were to cry. Though, she decided against it. Whatever stirred within her had to wait.

“You won’t. I do not think I could bare a pain like that again.”

He was quick to reiterate her words, like he knew something she did not. In his seat, Link leaned forward, “Again?”

Hylia searched his face. He looked so much like him. A wilted, weak part of the goddess wished to make him hold her as Alikah did. Another part desperately tried to separate them only to see their mannerism, their words, and features grow so similar that they melted together in her fantasies; causing her to start the process all over born from the frustrations of her own inadequacy. Even now, she could see that in his patient waiting the man was picking apart her words and trying to read her as she read him.

If her hunch was correct and he was the reincarnate of Alikah’s wish, there was danger in speaking too much. Hylians simply weren’t built to carry the soul of a god. If, for whatever reason, the memories of Alikah were to surface there was no telling what would happen. It was easier for Hylia to avoid talking about him altogether – no matter how much it hurt.

She wore a plastic smile and folded her hands in her lap. “I misspoke.”

His body seemed to sag at her words. It concerned her. “Link,” she reached for his hand and he did not stop her. “If you want to walk away-”

“No, it’s not that,” Link interrupted, curling his hand in hers. “I need to know if… if you would be able to endure.”

As it was, the strategy was to incapacitate Demise. At best he would be dead. Link was the driving force. Once they pushed through the hoard, the demon king would be forced down by the chosen hero. With her light, Hylia would then plunge Demise into light. If she was able to reach his heart, his life was as good as over.

If the goddess could labor both, she would. Forgoing the downfall of Demise was her ultimate goal, but if she were to slip and succumb to his darkness at any point there wouldn’t be enough power vested in her to make one final act to save her people. After all, Demise was an ancient god in himself and it took an army of immortals to vanquish three of his kind.

“Unfortunately,” she started, “even I have limitations. The future would be uncertain.”

They grew close, she found comfort in his trust. Link’s forehead brushed hers. A sad smile graced Hylia and her voice dipped into a whisper, “But you must know already that when it comes to it, I will give myself for you and this land.”

“In all of your plans, do you see yourself staying with me?”

The question was plainly stated, but it had brought back the aching. She was certain that without the dark reign of Demise, the people would be able to cultivate the land once more without her. Everything her sisters gifted them would remain. It had given her hope that when she uses herself to bring the god of darkness to his own demise, they could continue without her.

Never did she afford herself a dream where she survived.

“It would be a lie to say I haven’t tried.”

Alikah had told her that Hylian culture had many odd customs, although she found nothing odd in the way Link pressed his lips to hers. As his hand threaded through her hair, she realized that he had hid more than she thought.

The demon below her screamed has Hylia’s light burned it from the inside. Around them, the hoard was thinning as they cut through the monsters. Black blood coated her armor as she waved the battalion forward. It was a smaller group of men and women, but their loyalty to the cause was of gold. Link retched the master sword from the head of a Hinox. Her feet touched the ground beside him.

“He’s inside,” she said gravely. A spiraling building was before them. Above that, thick clouds swirled and drowned out the daylight to create perpetual night. Link stared up with a grimace, “To think someone would want the world like this.”

Wind was rushing by them with a fierceness. The dark hurricane had been roaring since they broke through the second wall of monsters and now it was almost deafening. To Hylia, there was no doubt in her mind that this was where the portal lies – and with it the creator.

Link then turned to his soldiers and barked out orders to keep any incoming hoards away while he and the goddess confronted the demon king. They followed suit, taking defensive positions as Link and Hylia walked towards the entrance of the dark tower. This was it. This was what years of violence had led up to.

Hylia hummed, “Most of this is an illusion. He’s expecting us.”

She willed her power to course heavier through her veins. With it, any petty illusion that she used to blend in with the Hylians slipped away. Golden hair softly wavered around her in a halo and if you looked in her eyes, you’d see heaven.

Wordlessly, the hero and the goddess walked along the drawbridge. Below them were serpents in the moat that moved in the same manner as water. The walls were lined with torches and the sickening scent of death. It opened up into a cavernous throne room where a single sword laid in the center. Everything was the color of coal, yet the weapon still burned darker. Link voiced his curiosity and began walking towards it.

That was when Hylia realized she couldn’t feel its presence.

“Link, don’t!” she shouted, making him twist around in confusion. It was an enchantment. While the hero’s back was turned a sharp void shot from the sword and the goddess leapt, creating a wall of light as she did. The blast hit the wall and sent shocks through her magic. The darkness withered her light into faint sparks.

A laughter haunted through the room in several directions as black sludge melted the sword. From it an arm emerged, curling against the stone floor before birthing a twin. In long drapes, a cloak stood from the darkness. The whisperings of black magic plucked at Hylia’s consciousness for this was its father. In Demise’s grasp was a jagged weapon. Orange flames licked down his face, matching the fire in his eyes.

Blown back from the force of power, Link steeled himself at Hylia’s side.

“You been locked in your own dimension all this time,” the goddess stated bluntly.

A crooked, mangled smile spread itself on his face, “Always the clever one of your sisters. Why should I waste away on the Surface when I could be saving myself for you?”

The god walked a thin line around them slowly, eyeing Link with some curiosity. “The Almighty has assorted with dirt for so long. I wondered if perhaps you would simply guide me to the Triforce yourself. How is it living with rodents?”

“It will never be yours.”

Her words made him laugh.

“You’re living in a pipe dream, Hylia. Though, there is still time to leave everything for my good graces. I wouldn’t mind a pet,” he left her for Link. “But it looks like you’ve adopted your own to send to the slaughter.”

Light burned in her hand and in her palm formed a hilt up to a sharp point. Her feet tapped on the ground in a quick burst as she jumped through the air for her sword of light to meet his. It clashed and sent shockwaves. With a spare hand, she pressed it to Demise’s chest. Before she could gather enough power, he gripped it in his own and twisted it. She bit down and gripped his forearm in a vice, flinging him into the opposite wall. The goddess needed to buy time.

Demons poured through the hole in the wall Demise made. Link and Hylia looked upon each other. Their defenses outside the fortress had fallen. In a desperate attempt, she visualized a boxed room in her mind and made it so. As the vision became reality, the shield started at her feet and crawled along the floor like spilling water. The demon king growled, already recovered and sped towards Hylia with red eyes. She braced herself for the impact.

A different clash was heard; it was familiar. The master sword whispered in her mind and she saw Link’s red mantle, now long muddied by the journey, in front of her. His feet slid on the ground from Demise’s force but stayed upright. The shield around them was almost complete. She could feel Demise fighting it and pushing his own poison to will her light away. Distracted by the Hylian, the shield was positioned.

Demise was trapped.

“You insolent-!”

The master sword slipped in a grating sound against the spiked tips of the dark sword. Link ducked out of the way. Enraged by his actions, Demise suddenly doubled over into a hunch. Screams tore through his throat, knocking back the goddess. Before her eyes, he grew in a mangled fashion. Spores burst from his back and his veins split. Screams turned to laughter.

“He turned himself into one of them,” Hylia couldn’t look away, horrified. “I have to stop him.”

Link shouted her name, but it was too late. The goddess started out in a sprint and sent a charge through her sword. With enormous strain, she stabbed into the god’s back only to watch the wound heal. Each attempt let darkness infect her sword just as the void did her wall of light. The whispers of fear adhered to her as she tried to evaluate what to do. He was merging with his demons.

With all her might, she drew her light cleaver upwards and slashed deeply into his back. The swords dragged down with the sickening noise of wet flesh flaying. It shattered in her grasp. She thrusted her now empty hand into the bloodied tear before it could regenerate and bellowed as light burst from her fingertips. Her power drained slowly as if he were absorbing it.

Suddenly the world went sideways as Demise roared over her in more voices than one. In a blast, she hit her own shield and then the floor of the throne room. The goddess could hear her chosen hero scream her name and the wet, sinking footsteps of a monster coated in his own blood.

“Do you think I would suffer through isolation for millennia to squander at your feet?” it said through scratchy and inhumane noises. “I find happiness in your misery, goddess of light, and I will perpetuate it longer than you have mine.”

Unable to recoil from the coldness that dripped on her, it took everything to keep the shield steady. In the least, she had dislodged whatever kept him healing. Another set of footsteps and then Demise let out the awful yell that deafened her. Hylia opened her eyes to find Demise being sunk to the ground by the master sword. Her weak heart leapt and she forced herself to her feet, swaying from the drain of lifeforce.

“Damn you, Alikah!” the demon king growled. “I will take the pleasure of killing you twice!”

As the tip of the blade evaded Demise’s monstrous arms and touches what was left of his chest, the corrupted god pierced his own sword into Link’s abdomen. Link plunged the sword deeper, ignoring Hylia’s screams and the pain that would inevitably kill him. Even so, she couldn’t get to him fast enough. His hands slipped from the hilt and the master sword wavered in the chest of their enemy, Tears poured from her eyes as she fell to her knees in front of him. With a broken cry, she willed the sword to stay, knowing it wouldn’t hold him for long. Tears fell from her cheeks as Link gasped for air. The shield had shrunk around them and Demise’s hoard pounded on it.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried, pulling him into her lap. “This is all my fault.”

Link denied her with a slight shake to his head, then with a withered voice, “You don’t have enough left in you, do you?”

He grasped her wrist; her pulse was faint. Without heaven’s source, she was limited. After years of putting protections of villages and crops, this was what she was left with. A nod confirmed his fear. She wouldn’t be able to vanquish the life of a god so easily, instead she would need to seal him away and nothing was permanent. The sword shook again.

“It’s okay,” Link smiled weakly. “I’m so proud of you.”

And she saw Alikah again, instead he was dying with red blood in place of gold.

She took his face in her hands, “I want to see you again.”

“I would happily die if it meant I could know of your smile in another life,” he said. Hylia felt herself faulter as golden light surrounded them both. He was slipping away; a god’s soul was dangerous to hold onto for long. The demon king hoarsely screamed out curses as words melted from Hylia’s lips.

The light was blinding now. Around them, the Surface groaned and shifted. Link’s fingers lacked the warmth they once held. The green of his tunic was beginning to match the dark scarlet of his cloak. Far away, where they met, land was being uprooted.

Along with it, the Triforce.

Hylia was giving herself to the darkness and the darkness with giving in to her. The curses of Demise faded with his demons.

She wasn’t there anymore.

When the goddess opened her eyes, warm breeze hit her cheeks. She sat under an oak tree in a field of grass. In her lap with a languished grin, Alikah stared up at her. No longer was he bloodied. Hylia ran her fingers through his hair, “We lost.”

“Though, you’ve succeeded them.”

“The world will change drastically.”

“And they will still prosper because of you.”

She sighed, sinking deeper into her seat in the grass. Her sisters had influence in this place. There was truth in his words and despite her body not surviving, she felt comfort.

“Our destinies have become intertwined, my love,” she brushed blond bangs from his eyes.

Alikah’s smile softened, “Then I will see you again.”

#hylink #zelink #hylia #legend of zelda #loz #link #original link #of gods and goddesses #goddess hylia #zelda #idk she's there later #skyward sword #fanfiction #ashleyswrittenwords #you know when i first wrote this fierce deity totally escaped me so shout out and sorry to him i guess #fierce deity #my bad dude i changed your name

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Non-Sequential [Ch. 9]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 2,500

A/N: Inspired by the film The Time Traveler’s Wife. But not one of those fics that just literally rips off the whole movie and plugs in characters where they please.

Chapter 8

“Y/N! Y/N, look at me!” Steve urged as he practically ran her to the medical wing of the compound. He knew the jarring that came with his rush was probably causing her more pain, but he had to get her to a doctor as soon as possible.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“You gotta stay with me, OK?” Steve practically begged.

She just nodded, failing to fight off a wince as her wound sent another wave of pain through her entire body.

Steve looked down at her seeping blood. Y/N wasn’t a superhero. She hadn’t made the decision to risk her own life, to take the injuries without complaint. She was just a civilian. She never asked for this life.

He shoved his way through the swinging doors of the medical wing. Suddenly a team of doctors came swarming over to him, asking him a million questions.

“I-I don’t know what happened. She just appeared back in the present with a bullet to her abdomen,” Steve tried to answer in his captain voice that the medical team was used to hearing.

No matter how bad his or his teammates injuries were, Captain America kept it together.

But this was Y/N, his best girl. Captain America was nowhere to be found. This was just Steve seeing his girlfriend dying in his arms.

They had taken Y/N from his grip and lightly placed her on a gurney, instantly pushing her away from him.

Steve took a step to follow, but was stopped by a grip on his shoulders.

He looked over, ready to break the wrist of someone that tried to keep him away from Y/N.

When did Tony get here?

“I know you want nothing more than to stay with her, but you gotta let them do their job, Steve.”

Tony’s mature and serious tone actually made Steve feel worse. It was unlike his friend. Tony should’ve been making jokes and not taking anything seriously, like he always did. So his seriousness only panicked Steve more.

Steve put his hands on his waist and kept shifting his weight.

It was making Tony anxious. He’d never seen him like this before. “Tony, if she…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Tony gripped his shoulder. “Hey,” his voice was stern. “Hey, look at me, Cap.” Steve finally did as he asked. “Those are the best doctors in the world in there. They know they’re working on precious cargo. So, they’re going to do everything they can. You got it?”

Tony waited.

Steve nodded.

“So, what I need you to do is keep it together. Because Captain America causing scene isn’t gonna help your girl, OK?”

Steve nodded again and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. ———————————

Steve was sitting on the floor of the hallway when he heard footsteps jogging toward him. He slowly looked up to find that it was Sam.

“I came as soon as I heard,” Sam told him while he was out of breath.

“She just got out of surgery,” Steve told him evenly. “They won’t let me see her.”

Sam’s brow furrowed and he frowned angrily. “Why the hell not?”

“They think me being close to her might make her time travel. And if she does, she won’t survive it.” Steve’s tone had never sounded so numb.

Sam’s heart broke. He could only imagine how Steve felt after hearing the doctors tell them such a theory. And to Sam, it felt lazy and lacked research.

Sam slowly slid down the wall so he was sitting on the cold floor alongside Steve.

“Doesn’t make much sense, does it?” Sam thought aloud. “If she only travels to when and where you are, clearly her powers just want you. So, if anything, being with her will just make her stay in the here and now.”

Steve didn’t say anything.

A few moments of silence passed.

“I’ll distract the doctors and nurses, you sneak inside?” Sam asked.

Steve nodded quickly before shooting to his feet.

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Steve sat next to Y/N’s bed, not feeling close enough unless his legs were touching her bed.

The doctors had finally let him sit in her room after finding that he had snuck in, and then both Tony and Sam had a yelling match with the medical team.

Steve had been reading one of Y/N’s favorite books to her, quietly.

It had been days since her surgery and she had yet to wake up. The doctors said Y/N was lucky that the bullet hadn’t hit any major organs, only skimming her large intestine. They kept talking about how much of a miracle it was. But Steve could only think about how Y/N never should’ve been shot in the first place – there was nothing miraculous about it.

“Is this what the patients feel like on ‘Grey’s Anatomy’? Just constantly waking up to hot doctors?” Y/N mumbled next to him.

Steve dropped the book to the floor and leaned forward. “You’re awake,” he breathed.

“Or I’m in heaven,” she smirked at him.

But Steve found no amusement. There seemed to be a permanent crease in his brow and his lips formed a completely straight light.

“Are you in any pain?” He asked her seriously.

She shook her head. “They must’ve given me the good stuff.”

Steve just watched her for a moment, taking in her face and her eyes that were open and awake for the first time in days. There were moments in those few days where Steve wasn’t sure if he’d ever see them alive again.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “What happened?”

She sighed, knowing that Steve wouldn’t rest until he knew the whole story. The problem was that she also knew how he was going to react when her learned when and where she’d been taken by her powers.

Her gaze lowered, looking down at her lap as her fingers fidgeted.

“I was at the Battle of DC.”

“What?” Steve shot back without helping it.

“One second, I was sleeping in bed with you, the next I was on one of the hellicarriers with people screaming and shooting around me.”

Steve was quiet. But the clenching of his jaw and grinding of his teeth told Y/N he was anything but calm.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Y/N finally looked at him with a narrow gaze.

Steve scoffed, “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” she sassed back. “I know that you think that this is all somehow your fault. That I wouldn’t have gotten shot if it weren’t for you being a part of my life.”

“Yeah, seeing as you were only brought there because of me, Y/N. Because I love you.”

“For once in your god damn life, can you not act like everything is your fucking fault, Steve?”

He went quiet again.

“It won’t work,” Y/N stated.

He narrowed his eyes in question.

“So don’t you dare try it, Steven Grant Rogers.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled.

She sat up, trying to hide her wince from the pain the movement caused. “Listen here, I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know how this goes. Guy sees his girl as a damsel in distress, all because she’s dating him. Guy leaves girl because he thinks it’ll keep her safe. Guy pushes her away. And guy breaks both their hearts in the process.”

Steve had nothing to say for himself. His eyes refused to meet her accusatory gaze.

“You should watch Twilight. That shit-hole of a movie will prove how terrible it would end for us,” Y/N teased lightheartedly.

He finally shook his head and huffed out a laugh, “You’re nursing a gunshot wound and convincing me not to leave you…yet you still find a way to be remarkably charming.”

Y/N giggled and then Steve knew he was finished.

His hand was shaking as he grabbed her’s, careful of the IV embedded in her skin. He kissed the back of her hand and she looked heartbroken as she saw the tears he was trying so hard to hold back.

“Y/N, I don’t think you understand… I can’t-If you ever…” then he was overcome with silent tears. He tried to hide them by dipping his head and moving his fist to cover his mouth, but it was useless.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she cooed. “I came back to you, didn’t I?”

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” Steve was practically whimpering. “I feel like I finally just got you. And I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“I know, Steve,” she shushed. “I know. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m so sorry.”

She pulled his head so his forehead was touching hers. They both closed their eyes and just let the feeling of touching each other wash over them. It grounded them. She had to convince Steve that she was still here, that she was OK.

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Two weeks had passed since Y/N returned to the present with a bullet in her side. She recovered quicker than the doctors expected. While she wasn’t allowed to do any strenuous activity – sex included, to her annoyance and Steve’s amusement – but she was at least allowed to leave the infirmary.

Steve insisted she stay with him at the compound. That way she was close to the doctors and specialists if anything were to happen.

Y/N knew he was being overprotective. But he needed to be that right now. So she let him do it and decided to keep her sarcastic comments to herself.

However, as the days went on, Y/N started acting strange.

She was oddly quiet. And it didn’t get past Steve.

There was a piece of the story that she had yet to tell him. She didn’t know how he’d handle it. And not knowing his reaction was what worried her most of all.

Y/N looked up from where she sat on the love-seat in the living room of the compound.

Steve was never far from her these days. He was subtle about it, doing his best not to be overbearing or making it blatantly obvious how overly watchful he’d become of Y/N.

Now he was in the kitchen, surely making both of them lunch.

Y/N marked her spot in her book before getting up and slowly walking to the kitchen island and sitting in one of the high stools.

Steve gave her a small smile at her joining his company.

“Steve?” She said gently. “I have something to tell you.”

He paused what he was doing to look up her worriedly.

“I didn’t tell you the whole story. There’s something else.”

Steve’s face visibly paled. What could be worse than her getting shot? He stepped forward and leaned over the kitchen island toward her, his hands gripping the edge of the countertop.

“I saw Bucky.” Then Y/N blinked. “Or, I guess, the Winter Soldier. But I swore there was a moment when it was Bucky.”

Steve frowned. “Y/N…was it Bucky? Was it Bucky who shot you?”

She blinked again, snapping out of the memory. “No, Steve. He saved me.”

He leaned back in shock at what she said. But he crossed his arms. His face was stern and made him look more like Captain America than Steve Rogers. He wanted – no – he needed answers now.

Y/N’s eyes glazed over as she was dragged back into the memory. “I was right in the middle of the fighting. A Hydra agent saw me. Decided I was an enemy and that’s when I felt the sting. I fell to the ground, convinced I was going to die there. I saw him walking toward me, obviously determined to finish the job.”

Steve was grinding his teeth together.

“Right when he raised his gun, finger on the trigger…there was a shot. But it wasn’t his gun. It was Bucky. He’d had shot one of his own men. He saved me. I looked at him, called his name.” She looked at Steve now. “I swear he recognized me, Steve. For a split second, his face changed like he remembered who he really was.”

Then she shook her head. “He picked me up…carried me to some semblance of shelter, away from the fighting. He looked at me for a moment before running back into the chaos.”

Steve seemed to relax. That was not what he expected to hear.

Y/N reached across the counter to grip one of his hands.

“Bucky’s still in there, Steve. He isn’t lost,” she whispered.

Steve felt a wave of hope wash over his heart. Yes, Bucky had snapped out of it that day when Steve fell from he hellicarrier. His old friend had a moment of lucidity and saved his life. But after Sam followed dead end after dead end, Steve became more and more pessimistic of ever fully recovering his best friend.

A new surge of determination overtook him. He didn’t want to just find his best friend. Now he also had to thank him for saving his girl’s life.

Later that night, Steve called Sam.

He was in Poland, following another possible lead that Nat had sent their way.

Steve often wondered why Sam continued on this wild goose chase. Bucky wasn’t his friend. In fact, he had nearly killed Sam far too many times. But Y/N reminded Steve that Sam was also his best friend. And helping friends was what people did. “You’re not the only person that’s allowed to be selfless, Steve,” Y/N had once reminded her boyfriend.

“He’s always one step ahead of us, Steve.” Sam sighed on the other end of the phone. “Whenever I get to the lead, it doesn’t even seem like he was ever even there. It could’ve been a completely fabricated spotting. This dude’s a ghost.”

Steve glimpsed through the open crack of his bedroom door. Y/N was still sleeping soundly in his bed. He could hear her soft breathing.

“He saved her life, Sam.” Steve muttered sadly. “I already owed him. But now…I owe him everything.”

Sam exhaled. “I get it, man. Really, I do. But did you ever think there’s a reason he hasn’t come out of hiding? You know… a reason that he hasn’t come to you.”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “What are you trying to say, Sam?”

“Maybe he’s not the only one he’s trying to keep safe, Steve.”

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Chapter 10

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littlemisskookie · 5 years

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Loveless: Chapter 3

Loveless: Index Ship: Reader | OT7 Description: Spy/Men in Black!AU | You worked at an institution that dealt with aliens- aliens that were the fictional creatures we were told were from fairy tales. The job entailed love only for it, and nothing else. That’d all change when a mission goes wrong. Warnings: Future Smut, Comedy, Torture, Lots of Manipulation, I promise the next chapter will be farrrr more light-hearted, Angst, general guilt it’s pretty intense Word Count: 5,003

You opened your eyes, adjusting ever so slowly to the blinding white of the walls and lights. You blink, slowly processing the machinery around you, busybodies in scrubs or suits. Beside you sat Jungkook, dark circles beneath his eyes, seeming more corpse than human. As soon as he sees your waking form, he sits up abruptly, as though the 5-hour energy drink was finally beginning to kick in.

You felt sore, as though every muscle, even those you didn't even know you had, was aching. You groan, sitting up slowly, noting the fact you were in a hospital bed, an IV attached to your arm. Ah, were you sick? Injured? You felt a bit tired and drained along with the sore ache of your body. You also felt very hungry. But for what you weren't sure.

"What's up, Agent Z? Mind filling me-"

Your sentence is cut off abruptly as you he tangles his long fingers in your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you forward to bring your lips against his. Your eyes widen at that, taken off guard by what was happening.

Since when did Jungkook like you?

He presses his lips firmly against yours, as though trying to make sure you were real. His eyes are screwed shut, almost as if he were trying to embed this moment into his memory. If you weren't trying to figure out exactly what was going on, you would've seen it as more endearing.

He lets go, breath heavy as he shakes, almost collapsing into your arms. He wraps himself around you like ivy, using you for support despite how much bigger and stronger he was in comparison. It takes you a moment to comprehend the fact that he's shaking.

"Jungkook?" You decide to use his real name now, too perplexed to think first about his code name. What was going on? You had never seen the younger boy so shaken, so broken. It was just everything an agent was supposed to keep hidden.

"I'm sorry, I just- I thought you were dead, and you were all hurt because of me, and I'm so so so sorry," he sobs. You feel some of his tears on your skin, but you console him nevertheless, hugging him tightly. "You got hurt because of me. It was all my fault. I should've done better, I should've done anything else. You tried to stop me, you tried to warn me, but I was so stupid that I let my overconfidence get the better of me."

"Agent Z, give her a minute to at least gather herself, will you? I'm sure you can kiss her to your heart's content when she's at least out of bed."

You hear somebody else grumble beneath their breath. "No doubt she's got morning's breath, anyway."

You look up to see Jin walking forward beside Yoongi, both shocked, despite how they were trying to compose themselves. You had a feeling it wasn't because of the kiss, either. They weren't as good at hiding feelings as you were, however.

"I'm glad you're ok, Agent Q," Yoongi says gruffly, aloof as always. You could sense the sincerity in his voice, however, and it warms you to the pit of your core.

"Oh? Is the infamous Agent D admitting he cares about me?" You wag your brows up and down to tease him.

"Never mind, I change my mind."

"How do you feel? How much do you remember?" Jin questions, sitting at the foot of the bed.

You slowly piece together what had happened, blurry fragments coming to mind. "We were meeting the new species, trying to ally ourselves with them..."

"And their leader attacked you. Bite into your jugular and ripped it out," Yoongi finishes. "You were dead before you hit the ground, no doubt about it."

"How am I still alive then?" you question, eyes wide, hands flying to your neck. It felt completely fine.

"That's what we're trying to find out," Jin says, hands ghosting along your neck to examine it. "You've got a bit of scarring where the bite mark was. But of white but nothing that you can feel. I'm going to leave for a bit and bring the others, ok? Stay here. Not like you have much of a choice." He chuckles a little at that before departing.

"How'd the paramedics even fix me or revive me?" There was one power no one was able to have, as it was the way of life. No one could bring anyone back to the living from the realm of the dead. Any misconceptions were brought upon by hopeful humans and no one else. If what they said was true, how on Earth were you still alive? "I should really thank them."

"That's the thing- they didn't do anything. You began healing on your own," Jungkook explained. "Flesh and skin just began to grow where it was before. We have no clue what happened. You were about to be brought to the morgue and we were setting up a funeral. Instead, you began breathing again, and all the... emptiness began to be filled. We couldn't believe it."

"They wanted to wait for you to wake up before they began to question you," Jin confirms. "This one here's been waiting beside you every day for the past week. Refused to leave your side. Of course, we all took shifts to look over you, but the kid decided sleep wasn't a necessity."

You give Jungkook a soft look, stroking his cheek fondly. "You didn't have to do that, Kook."

His eyes water up again with tears. "I did, though. It's my fault that you were injured. That you were killed. If I weren't so stupid-"

"Shh, don't say that. Ok? I'm alright, see?" You stretch your neck for emphasis, tilting it from side to side. "Next mission we'll just be more careful, don't worry. Live and learn."

"Next mission? You're going to have bed rest, no way we're letting you out yet. We don't even know what really happened to you or your body," Yoongi reminds you.

"I'm not going to just sit here while you guys are out-"

"Actually all seven of us have refused to begin any missions until you woke up. Part of the whole staying next to you and keeping watch." Jungkook looks a bit nervous, pink dust covering his cheeks.

You give him a warm look, pulling him into your arms once again. "I really appreciate you staying by my side, Jungkook, coma or not. It was kind of you to do."

Yoongi coughed, interrupting the moment. "You know the rest of us looked over you as well."

You quirked your brow at him, a cocky smile pulling at your lips. "Oh? Do you want a hug too, Agent Dick?"

Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "You wish."

You laugh at that, outright and easy. "Tsundere as always."

Jin arrives, the other four boys traveling behind him.

Hoseok seems to be in a state of shock, frozen. It was as though he were paralyzed at the very sight of you. "Oh my god, you're actually awake."

You smile back at him, beaming. "You doing alright there, Agent A? You look scared of me."

He shakes his head, walking forward. "No, no of course not. I just can't believe it, you know? I thought you were dead. We all thought you were dead. I'm just... I'm really happy you're ok."

"It's definitely assuring, for sure," Namjoon says, pulling your hair over your shoulder. "May I?"

"Go ahead," you say, twisting it around and tilting your head back. You try not to shudder at the feeling of his fingers against your neck, tracing the scars.

"And all this time I had been trying to convince myself it was just a bad dream," he whispers softly to himself, disbelief lacing his words.

"I can't be more ecstatic!" Jimin says, hugging you tightly and giving you a kiss on the head, holding you close as though trying to imprint the feeling of you in his arms into his brain, like a new tattoo that would never fade away. "It's a dream come true!"

You smile, hugging him tightly too, despite how it hurt your aching body. "I missed you too, Agent P."

You look over to Taehyung, confused as to why he hadn't greeted you yet. He catches your eye, and with a shaky hand reaches forward, as though to touch you, make sure you were alive and well. His hand shakes, however, and he pulls it back.

"Agent V? What's wrong?" You give him a worried look, wondering if everything was alright.

"Nothing. I'm very happy, it's just..." He trails off. "I need to go to the restroom."

"Oh, alright." You don't bother to cover your expression of disappointment, watching as he walked out of the ER room. You look to the boys, all of them wearing the same look as they tried to avoid your eye. "What happened?"

"Agent V is doing worst off, admittedly," Jimin tells you. "When you died, he took it the hardest. He had a panic attack, and ever since he's been a bit like a ghost. I don't blame him. It's confusing going through the stages of grief, and in the middle of it what you're grieving over changes? He's scared he's going to break you or hurt you, and by extension, him."

Your face crumples at that. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I want him to know that he shouldn't be scared of that. I can handle myself."

"Of course he knows. He's just worried, that's all. It really shook him up. All of us," Namjoon explains. "It was traumatic."

You chuckle, shrugging it off as you try to joke. "The traumatizing part is when I tried to heal, I bet. You thought you finally got rid of me."

"Y/N, this is no joking matter," Yoongi tells you seriously.

"Yeah, we were all pretty shaken up over it. We might be coping better than Agent V, but we weren't handling it hot ourselves," Hoseok assures you. "If you had seen what it was like after you died... the moment right after... It was like our world came crashing down. For all of us."

"It was the worst pain any of us could've felt. And that's saying a lot for agents like us," Jungkook tells you.

"Oh." Your face softens at that. "Why are you so shaken up by my death, though? We've seen agents die. We've seen friends die. We've gone through traumatizing experiences, all of us. I would've figured this would just be another day."

"You don't get it, do you?" Jin says, sighing.

"Don't get what?"

Jimin chuckles, ruffling your hair fondly. "For such a smart agent, you sure can be dense sometimes."

"Just explain to me already, then."

"Don't you see? You're... we..." For once Namjoon seems to be at a loss of words, unable to even finish the sentence. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, mouth dry.

"We care about you and we aren't complete psychopaths," Yoongi finished. "Simple as that. We know you better than we knew the others who died, it's only natural you're the one we're going to be affected by."

"Oh, alright." You felt too tired to pry, but sensed something was up. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, though, still a bit disoriented.

"I'm going to check on Agent V," Jungkook says. "He's been gone for a while. He just needs to compose himself."

The boys watch as he leaves, and Jin turns to you with a questioning look. "Why'd the kid kiss you anyway?

"Wait, Jungkook kissed Y/N?" Jimin questioned, eyes wide.

"Yeah, walked in and he was shoving his tongue down her throat. It was the moment she woke up, too." Jin laughed a bit at that.

"Alright, he didn't shove his tongue down my throat or anything. I think he was just happy to see me, alive and all." Besides, Jimin, you've done more than just kiss me. You shouldn't be so shocked."

"We were all happy to see you. Even if some of us have a harder time of expressing that," Hoseok bluntly says.

You soak in his words and wear a sorrowful face. "I'm really sorry about Taehyung. I know there's not much I can do but... I don't know. I feel bad."

"You just need to assure him you'll be ok. For the first time, we really saw the mortality of you and how fragile human life is. None of us had really taken much consideration in losing you. We'd figure you'd last long when we were all in perhaps our thirties and experienced. We didn't think it'd be in front of us in one of the most vicious ways possible. So... young. We knew you could take care of yourself, but another part of it was the fact that we couldn't protect you. We all felt... useless. And I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we would've traded places with you in a heartbeat," Namjoon explains.

"Don't say stuff like that," you tell him. "I'll talk to Taehyung. I don't know how much I can do, but I do what him to be able to look me in the eye and heal. I'm sure he's expecting me to drop dead in front of him any moment."

"Just give the kid time. You've always meant a lot to him. Losing you was a reality of his worst fear. Healing doesn't happen in just a day, and getting over a death takes a while, whether the person ends up alright or not."

For a moment you think back to your family, who you faked your death to. Would they feel that way if you suddenly showed up at their front door? Would they react the same way Taehyung did? Did they grieve your death? Did they get over it? Would they see a walking corpse before them?

"Ah, gentlemen, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave Agent Q with me a bit. I'm the head doctor at this institution, and it'd be best if I examine the patient alone. Even with her lovers here."

You turn to look at the woman, a doctor who matched the cold, distant, and cleanly atmosphere of the ER. The boys didn't comment further, instead shuffling out to join Taehyung and Jungkook.

You smiled up at the woman, smoothing over your bedsheets as you stood up a bit straighter. "So, when will I be able to leave and get back to kicking butt, doc?"

She didn't seem humored by your enthusiasm, instead looking through her clipboard, flipping over papers.

"Never, I'm afraid."

Your expression turned blank with disbelief. "I'm sorry- what?"

"Never," she repeats, looking up at you. "Please look at this, Agent Q."

She hands you the clipboard, the page turned to a picture. In it were red blood cells, though some of them looked... different. Tiny patches of the universe in the shape of the blood cells, as though a virus had infected some of them. You began to look throguh the other pages. It detailed your own background, as well as other papers that detailed all known information about the species that had attacked you and your group. The other papers described the healing process, as well as day by day photographs of your healing neck. You winced seeing your corpse, the bloody and gruesome death tangible past the ink.

"What is this?"

"It appears that you've been injected with the Anancite's DNA, and it's becoming intermingled with your own. It explains why you were able to heal so quickly and be brought to the death practically, and this sort of thing we can't simply have running around the country, disarming bombs in South Africa or flying aircrafts."

"What else am I supposed to do? I'm an agent! I'm supposed to be on the field with my fellow men defending my country! I'm supposed to be out there creating harmony for humans and aliens alike! I can't just sit here in a bed and let some goddamn DNA get in the way of that. I earned my position just like anyone else, and the only way I'm leaving it would be through death."

The woman sighed as though both agitated and expecting your answer. She seemed prepared to counter it, however. "You signed up to protect your planet, no? Well, sometimes it isn't always chit chat or karate with aliens. A lot goes behind the scenes. Who do you think makes your weapons? Your jets? Your goddamn suits. Who do you think takes care of all of you and gathers enough intel for you to carry out your missions? There's a lot more that can be accomplished besides running off to the middle of nowhere. One of those things is through data and research and science."

You open your mouth to argue, but she holds up a finger, indicating she wasn't done.

"I don't think you realize just how special all of this is. Never before have we seen this species, and never before have we had half human half alien. Try as some might, the most we could get would be full alien spawn from incubi and succubi, and full vampires from the vampires who infect humans. However, yours seems to be mingling enough where you still have human characteristics. We don't know what else will be brought to you by the alien DNA, but looking at how fast you healed, I think it's a safe bet to assume there's more. Now, tell me, are you really going to let this pristine opportunity of doing something no one else has accomplished, to discover something that's never been done, all for your own selfish qualms of running around with your boy toys?"

You're quiet at that. She continues.

"As a woman, I would assume you'd want more for us. Contributing to science, a field so many men occupy. Finally, we have something for ourselves. Think about how many will look up to you for your noble sacrifice. How much knowledge this will bring the world. And all because of a woman. You'd be doing the world a great justice. You said you'd give your life to serve this planet, and you won't even have to do that. You said you'd do anything for this planet though and now is your chance to prove it. I ask you, Y/N, as two women who are trying to make our mark on the world, are you really going to give up all of this opportunity, for not only yourself but for billions all over the world?"

"No," you confirm. She had brought up many great points. Were you really going to be so selfish when you had signed up offering much more? You put your life on the table. You should've suspected at some point they were going to take it. Still, you didn't expect it to be so... soon.

She gives a victorious smile taking the clipboard back from you. "I knew we could trust in you, Agent Q. Your name will be remembered for generations to come."

She turns to a tray of tools, rolling a small bottle between her fingertips before plunging the needle inside, filling it all the way. She held it up, some of the liquid spilling from the tip, which was long and intimidating. She reached inside your mouth, her rubber covered thumb pressing down on your tongue as she forced your mouth open.

"Now, say 'ah'."

You lost time of how long it was since they started doing experiments on you.

Most of the time you were kept in a solitary room, bound to a hospital bed as though you were in an asylum. They claimed it was for the doctor's safety and your own. After all, they didn't know what you were capable of. Truth be told you suspected that it was because you were slowly becoming the creature that attacked you.

You had to face the facts. You were no longer human to them.

The experiments were closer to torture in your opinion. Every day they would draw blood. Every day they would poke and prod you. Every day they would push you to your limits pain wise and psychologically wise, trying to see how far they could go before they got an unnatural reaction. Sometimes things would happen, little or big, and they'd get excited, talking amongst themselves and repeating the process a dozen time more before they figured out another way of bringing you misery.

It wasn't long until you broke, crying and sobbing for them to let you go. You'd thrash about, demanding they'd let you go, lest they wished for each torture session they indulged in to be brought upon them times three. They'd never listen, however, looking at you as you pathetically pulled at your bindings, only sedating you when you began to hurt yourself, letting the leather burn or cut into your skin.

You wanted this, they said.

You asked for this, they said.

You agreed to this, they said.

No matter how much you begged for it to stop, they insisted that ever since you agreed to the process, you were no more than agency property now. You had been reduced to nothing more than furniture, or a pet.

You belong to the agency now.

You can't hurt yourself. That's destruction of EAA property.

Property. Property. Property.

After a while, you began to believe it.

And by god, you were tired. No matter how much they fed you or gave you, you felt completely drained. Your face had sunken in, dark circles beneath your eyes no matter how much sleep you got. You actually looked like a walking corpse now, and it wasn't pretty. You were becoming no more than a skeleton, withering away before their very eyes, becoming a skeleton with skin. They were trying to fix it, though. Couldn't have their favorite guinea pig die on them.

You wondered to yourself how you let it get to this. You were one of the most esteemed and respected agents in the field, at the top of the world, and you crashed to the bottom as nothing more than a lab pet. You hadn't seen any of your friends since you got locked away. Did they think you abandoned them? Did they miss you?

You felt abandoned. The worst moments were after all the experiments, when you were just left alone in the dark, bound and unable to move. You were alone with just your thoughts.

You got a lot of thinking done during that time, not all of it pleasant.

You thought a bit about the boys, and all the fun adventures they were going on without you.

You thought about the new Agent Q they inevitably got to replace you. Was it a boy or a girl? Did the boys like them better than you? Were they glad you were gone? Despite how frazzled they had seemed after your death, your mind wandered to dark places with your isolation.

You thought a bit about your family. You wanted to apologize to your mother for leaving her. You thought about your little sister. She'd be a grown up by now. How much you had missed in her life. You missed her getting her license, her graduation, her getting into college. You wondered how many birthday parties, love interests, and more you had missed.

If you knew things would've gone like this, you would've never left.

But you couldn't repeat the past. You couldn't rewind that clock and change what would happen.

You were glad for one thing, though. That it was you that got bitten rather than Jungkook or one of the boys, as originally intended. It was better for you to be here enduring this fate, rather than any of your friends. If one of them had to go through this, you didn't think you'd be able to handle it. You'd go mad on your own.

You deserve this.

It's your fault.

No one will even notice you're gone.

You squeeze your hands into fists, tugging against your bindings.

Fuck the paramedics.

Fuck the aliens.

Fuck everybody.

You hear a rattling above you, and strain to listen in. Finally, you hear it.

"Agent Q?"

"Yes?"

"It's me, Hoseok. Where've you been? What're you doing here?"

Figures he couldn't see in the dark. You had no doubt he was in the ventilation system, but none of it entered your room. He wouldn't be able to get in that way, but the most he could do was hear you.

"Oh, y' know, getting experimented on. Apparently, I'm part alien which has never happened before. Who knew, right?" It felt good to finally talk to a friend. Even if you couldn't see him, you knew that listening to his voice would be enough to get you through at least a few more days of torture. It felt good to quip again. "Other than that, pretty standard. How's your day been?"

"Wait- did she say she was getting experimented on?"

"Ah, Agent P, is that you?"

"Agent Q, what's going on? What're they doing to you down there."

You chuckle, leaning back into your bed. "Better me than you, Jimin. Better me than you."

"Are you alright at least?"

"Never been better!" The sarcasm drips out of your voice like honey, slow and sweet.

"Is this why you've been gone so long? Have they taken you away from us because..."

It was hard for Hoseok to wrap his head around this, evidently. You didn't blame him in the slightest.

"Well apparently I was injected with some of that alien's DNA, and now it's spreading throughout me to the point I'm half alien. I've got some superpowers or whatever, which I'd say is neat if I were able to use them. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, am I right?"

"Jesus Christ- are they ever going to let you out?"

Your face sours, and you can hear the worry in his voice. "No."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I'm afraid that for once I'm completely serious. Apparently, this is a 'divine opportunity' for our planet that can't be compared. If I were to leave it'd be a disaster. A stolen opportunity to get information and research and data- I'm the first of my kind."

"This... This is inhumane!" Jimin sputters, guffawing.

"Well, I'm reminded often I'm officially property of the EAA. I wouldn't say they still see me as human."

There's a moment of silence between all three of us.

you take a deep breath, as much as it pains you to say the following. "Guys, I know what you're thinking. It's going to be harder than you think it is because they also know what you're thinking. I don't advise it, it'll cause more trouble than it's worth. And... And as much as I hate to admit it, it might not be safe for me to even be around you. I can do things now that I was never able to do before. I can't even control it because they just keep me bound and locked away. The last thing I'd want is to hurt you in the process."

"To hell with that!" Hoseok spits. "I don't care if you're part alien or full alien or whatever! This is wrong and we're getting you out of there no matter what, you hear me?"

"Agent A...."

"Don't 'Agent A' me. This is non-negotiable. "

"It's a bad idea. You'd have to be on the run for the rest of your life. There'd be nowhere to hide. They'd find us and they'd kill us. I'll just be brought back here at square one."

"Agent A is right, though. We can't just leave you here," Jimin protests.

"Guys, it's alright, really. I... I agreed to this."

"You... agreed to this?"

"Not necessarily the torture part but... yeah. I agreed to this."

"Why?"

"Is it important? The point is what's done is done. They probably wouldn't have given me a choice anyway. It'd be best to leave me here. It'd cause way more trouble to try and rescue me and I've sealed myself to this fate. Better me than you, as I said."

"No, it's not. You don't deserve this, Agent Q. Any of this. We're getting you out of here," Hoseok insisted.

"No. Please, don't that's not what I want. Maybe just... Just talk to me once in a while, like this, y' know? It helps. It gets so negative, being here... all alone with my own thoughts. The paramedics don't exactly help. But I feel a bit more like myself when I'm with you guys, even just listening to your voice. I think I can get through this if you guys just talk to me once in a while. I hate to admit it but... it's lonely. I'm so tired now... So drained, I guess? I feel like I'm slowly withering away so my last moments, and I don't think I'll last long. They don't even know what's wrong with me. So please... I don't want to ask for too much or impose, but just talk to me a bit in these last moments, ok? It's ok to say no, but I'd appreciate it. I feel a little bit stronger, more human, with you guys. Makes me feel like I can last at least another day in this hell hole."

There's a moment of silence.

"We'll talk to the others about it," Jimin promises.

You close your eyes, nodding despite the fact they can't even see you. "That's all you can do, I suppose."

"We'll be back, though. We promise," Hoseok assures you. You can hear a bit of rustling above you, and before you knew it they were gone.

No one came to talk to you again.

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darkwoods-darkdreams · 4 years

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Imagine you’re a dancer (IV)

Any and all attempts at escape were stopped well before you even got close to a door or window. It was like he could feel when you were tempted to run. He would always appear behind you, just close enough for you to sense him but not actually touching. He’d warn you to stop whatever you were doing if you didn’t want to be punished. You never made him follow through on that promise. You always shrank away from the exit and into his waiting arms.

At some point, he had started requesting that you bring him his afternoon tea. You had tried to protest at first. He ended up putting you under his spell and had you strip yourself bare. He led you through the entire process of making his tea just how he liked it, all while his cock was prodding against you. You ended up taking the easy way out and making his tea without a fuss.

It was in those moments that you hated him most. You were just a toy to him. Not an equal. Not even a person. A broodmare. Your grip tightened on the silver tray as you carried it. A servant opened the door for you. You could see the way her gaze lowered to the swell of your belly. You saw the way her mouth twitched. How her eyes narrowed. She was jealous. You would never understand why. You used to be a dancer. You used to have the perfect body. You used to be free. Now you were just a slave, filled to the brim with something that wasn’t even human. It sat low in your belly. It made your back ache. There were times that it felt left it was nestling right against your cervix, making your knees quiver and squirm. It was becoming more active. A flutter here. A press there. It was fidgeting now. Your hands were full. You couldn’t try to soothe it into submission. If that woman could take your place, you would gladly give it to her.

“You’re right on time, my dear,” he was sitting in his usual chair. One leg crossed over the other. By appearance alone, he looked human. But he wasn’t. It was just a mask. A way to slip through crowds and did as he pleased.

You didn’t say anything to him. You set the tray down on the table next to his chair. You put the finishing touches on his tea. A kick within your womb made you stiffen. You couldn’t swallow the tiny groan that escaped your lips. Your hand instinctively went to cover the spot.

“They’ve been restless lately, haven’t they?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t look at him.

“Pet,” it was a warning. He’d grab you by the jaw and make you look at him, if he had to.

“I suppose,” you finally spoke. You straightened, “Some days more than others.”

He lifted his leg so he was sitting normally. He patted his thigh, “Come here.”

You scowled. You looked away. You didn’t want to. You were already carrying his child. He didn’t have to take everything else from you, too, “Why?”

“You’ve been on your feet for a while. You must be tired. You deserve a bit of rest.”

It was a lie. It was always a lie. Concern was just a veil. Beneath it was the desire to take something you had. But you were too tired to refuse. You stepped toward him.

“Hike up your skirt,” the tips of his pointed teeth were visible as he spoke. His eyes were dark. He was hungry. For what, you couldn’t tell just yet.

You begrudgingly did as he said. The air hitting your legs and stomach brought a shiver down your spine. You sat in his lap. The weight of your belly was heavy against your thighs. The firmness pushing back always brought the reality of the situation crashing down around you. He had bewitched you, stuffed his cock inside of you, and bred you like some concubine.

His touch was feather light at first. His fingertips brushed over your skin like it was satin. It barely gave way as he gently pressed his palm against the swell. His hand moved to the bottom of your belly, holding up some of the weight. You choked back a moan of relief as some of the tension was taken from your back.

“Healthy. Strong,” his other hand settled on your waist. He pressed a kiss against your neck, “It won’t be long.”

You swallowed. You were dreading it. You were afraid.

“I’ll have the midwife visit you this evening and make sure everything is going along as nicely as it looks.”

You frowned a bit at that. You hated him the most, but the midwife was second. She was clinical and thorough. She would examine everything she could if her presence was requested. She would call for the maid to come and hold you down if you put up a fight. The measuring and the pinching and the prodding was one thing. The way she chastised you made your blood boil. She took note of how you didn’t want to be pregnant. She told you that you were lucky to be given such a role, to be blessed with the presence of someone so powerful. So virile. When she slipped her fingers inside of you and saw that he hadn’t taken you, she would berate you for not fulfilling your role. You were supposed to please him. You were his servant. He owned you completely. That you didn’t have the right to refuse him. He gave you food and a proper bed. At the very least, you could let him sink his teeth into your neck, to bend over and take his cock until he was satisfied and his seed dripped down your thighs.

The feeling of his hand slipping into your smallclothes brought you out of your reverie. You grabbed his wrist. Your mouth fell open as his fingers delved inside, “St…Stop it,” you tried to pull him away, but he only pushed further.

“You’re in the position to make any demands, pet,” he pulled you toward him. He leaned you back against his chest. His free hand brushed your hair away from your neck.

“Please,” you whimpered, “I-!” the familiar sting of his fangs burned through your neck and into your shoulder. You didn’t move. You couldn’t, for fear of him ripping your throat out. You could only listen to each swallow. When the pain faded, you were left with the feeling of his fingers pressing up into a spot that made the grip on his wrist tighten. You could only watch the maid stand in the doorway, scowling as she watched.

He withdrew from your neck with a ragged gasp. He had taken more than usual. You were beginning to feel lightheaded. Blood still seeped from the puncture wounds and seeped into your dress, staining it beyond repair. His tongue laved over the marks. He wanted to taste every last drop until your wound clotted and the blood stopped pouring.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hissed. In your time with him, you had found that blood was like wine to creatures like him. His voice was lower now. A rumble in his chest that you could feel against your back.

You couldn’t help but whine as he removed his hand. You tensed as he lifted you and reached for his pants. You grabbed the arm of the chair. You needed to get up. You had to get away from him before-

His nails dug into your hips so harshly that you knew you would bruise. He pulled you down onto him, hard and fast. You cried out as he filled you, as he pressed against your cervix like he was trying to impregnate you all over again. You threw your head back over his shoulder.

“Look at you,” with one hand clutching your thigh, the other rose to your belly. He bounced you on his lap. The child in your womb shifted with each thrust. You could feel the weight pressing into his hand, “You’re doing so well. My child is flourishing inside of you. You’ll struggle through the birth. You’ll toil until you give me an heir. All because you’re a good pet. My only pet. My darling. Your blood is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted,” his hand slipped between your legs again, “Your womb takes my cock like it was made for it. You’ll dance for me again, won’t you? You’ll sway your hips and make those gold discs you wear sing. You’ll climb on top of me and let me fill you with another child because that’s what you were made for. You were made for me.

He was drunk. He was saying things that made you want to hit him. But your dizziness was getting worse. The blood had stopped, but he had taken too much. You couldn’t lift your head from his shoulder. You moaned and gasped as he fucked you harder. You couldn’t respond. You couldn’t tell him that you wanted to run away. That you never wanted to see him or his child. You wanted to be free. You wanted to return to your old life. You didn’t want any of this. This had all started because he had put you into a trance.

“Ngh!” you were about to break. The tension was about to snap. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to clamp around him like a vice and milk him for everything he had. You couldn’t. Not when he wanted to keep you. You couldn’t give him another reason.

The pressure of his fingertips shattered what strength you had left. You whimpered and keened. He didn’t stop. He coaxed you through your orgasm until the pressure was so great that you feared that he would induce childbirth. He pulled you flush against him. Warmth pooled inside of you.

You stared up at the ceiling, thighs twitching. His fingers cradled your jaw. He cleaned away what blood remained. He kissed all of the skin he could reach. Softly, like you were lovers. Not just a master and his slave. Something else. Something different.

And it terrified you.

#fpreg #vampire route #dub-con #good ending route #bad ending route #series #a dancer

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queerhargreeves · 5 years

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Hey this is dark af but if you’re taking requests still: can you write one of the siblings finding out Luther has an eating disorder that’s actually pretty severe? In canon he only really drinks those juice pouches and then binge eats hotdogs when he’s having a breakdown but maybe he also purges? And then it gets really bad after the apocalypse as he feels guilty for being so dismissive towards his siblings for so long? If you’re not comfy I understand ~

ive actually been toying with an idea very similar to this for a week or so now, so this gave me the push to finally write it out. i hope this is ok!!

BIG TW: graphic descriptions of body dysmorphia, restricting, and disordered eating ideations. explicitly written binge/purging. if this is something you’re not comfortable with pls do not read !

Perfection. That’s what Luther Hargreeves defines himself as. Well, used to define himself as that is. He was Sir Reginald Hargreeves perfectly crafted soldier: 6’5 in frame, blonde hair, blue eyes, washboard abs, strong arms, thick thighs, massive shoulders, unmatched super human strength. He was the spitting image of the dream boy next store.

Or Luther used to be said dream boy. Reginald defiled him, stripped him of the agency he once had over his own body. He was no longer gorgeous, no, far from it. He was a monster. He turned into this hideous, heinous creature. His body, something he took so much pride in, something that quite literally defined him, was no longer what he knew. It was something he despised. After all, Reginald sent him away because he couldn’t stand to look at what he turned Luther into. So how could anyone stand to look at him? Look at this eyesore? Especially after he hurt them all so terribly. He was too blinded by his intense dedication to a man who could never be pleased. His siblings all learned that light years ago but it took quite literally the end of the world for him to realize.

So he just stopped. He stopped coming downstairs for breakfast with the rest of them. He could smell the bacon and french toast from his room, hear the light chatter and the sound of laughing fits, but he refused to budge. They would never want his company. He was doing them a favor - he was saving them from the inevitable pain he would cause to his siblings. Really they should be thanking him.

He was as content as could be with his cooler packed full of juice pouches thank you very much. This body, it demanded food. A lot of it. But he didn’t deserve food, didn’t deserve to be healthy. This body needed to suffer. His mirrors were no longer intact but in pieces scattering the floor. He didn’t bother wearing shoes; If he bled, he bled. He liked to bleed.

Sometimes though, like tonight, Luther would find himself in front of the fridge at the wee hours of the morning. 3:20 AM to be exact. His siblings aren’t opposed to being up at this hour themselves, but they don’t bother each other unless there’s a reason to be concerned. And this does not concern them.

He hadn’t left his room in a couple of days other than to restock his cooler earlier that day. He ran into Vanya, who started to shrink in on herself upon seeing him. Of course she would - he hurt her. He hurt his baby sister who needed him so desperately. He betrayed her just like he’s betrayed all of them.

He couldn’t handle it. He can’t live with himself. He can’t, he can’t he can’t.

So here he is, wearing four layers during the dead of summer, grabbing every single hot dog package he can possibly fit in his grotesque arms. He walks over to the pantry, grabbing the five packs of buns and rushing back to his room. His hands shook, the sound of the bun package crinkling in his arms. He can’t stop the way his arms tremble, he couldn’t quiet himself down. But Luther needed to do this in his own little personal solitary confinement he called a bedroom.

He quickened his pace as he made his way up the stairs and down the hall, beelining right to his cave. He closed the door behind him as softly as he could manage with his arms full. He drops the pile of food on the floor before turning on the lamp on his desk. His room is softly lit, the lamp being the only light source. He hadn’t really bothered to keep any lights on in his room anymore. The darkness was comforting - it helped him feel like he didn’t really exist.

He finally takes a seat on the ground, criss cross applesauce and inspects the pile in front of him. He knows what he’s doing - the empty ache in his stomach is growing more intense as each second passes. He wastes no time ripping the hot dogs packages open, placing each of the eight hot dogs in their respective buns until all five packages are in a crumpled mess beside him. The smell of hot dog juice on his fingers wafts through the room and his stomach tightens at the aroma. It’s been a while since he’s had anything solid.

He has 40 total hot dogs in front of him. He eyes each one, fully aware of what he is doing. Luther is about to eat each and every one of these hot dogs. Why? Because he needed this. He needed this fix. He needed to taste. He needed to suffer. He needed to repent.

He finally brings the first cold hot dog to his lips and carefully takes a bite. The flavor explodes in his mouth within a millisecond and his brain just shuts off. Well, at least the part of his brain that tells him he’s worthless does. All he can think about is the food in front of him. He hasn’t had anything other than the taste of fruit and water in almost two weeks. He finishes the hot dog in two bites, the next hot dog in one. He’s chewing loudly at this point. He’s established a comfortable rhythm now: pick up hot dog, take one to two enormous bites, swallow. And repeat. Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

This mindless, repetitive motion goes on for the next ten minutes. He doesn’t think about a thing. He doesn’t have a single anxiety, a single doubt in his mind. He can only process the taste and the feeling of food going into his body. But just as quick as it started, he’s on his last hot dog. He savors this one, taking it in three bites instead of one or two.

Luther takes a few moments before regaining his thoughts. He leans back against his bed, his ungloved hand resting lightly on his stomach. His stomach felt tight and hard and he found it was getting harder to fully take breaths in. He isn’t a stranger to this though, absolutely not. But it didn’t mean that this feeling was exactly comfortable or welcoming. But it didn’t matter anywho because he was going to get rid of it anyway. His body is already repulsive, so what’s a few extra pounds going to do? It’s not like he can get worse.

But it didn’t matter. Phase two is about to commence: Luther needed to expel the food from his body. He doesn’t deserve the nutrients or calories albeit his binge was few in nutrients and large in calorie. He gives himself five minutes before enforcing the next part of the process. He’s played this song and dance before.

He got up from the pile of wrappers and stumbled to the closest bathroom that was just a room over. He was thankful he turned out the lights. His feet padded against the wood floor as he walked the few short steps. Once in the bathroom, he locked the door behind him and fell to his knees within seconds. He pushed the toilet lid open and got in position, his large elbows leaning on the bowl.

He took a deep breath and shoved two fingers in his mouth, moving them up and down in haphazard, frantic motions. He felt the back of his throat, his fingers grazing at his epiglottis. It took a few more jabs before the the familiar feeling of nausea hit him like a wave. He promptly removed his fingers before he could vomit on them. This was a deep one. He hurled loudly, a seemingly never ending stream of contents escaped from his mouth. He tried his best to keep his volume down. Tears were flowing freely down his face and the front his skull was throbbing with intense pressure. It didn’t matter though - he certainly had more food left in his body that he needed to get rid of.

He shoved his fingers back in, gagging a few times but his body not cooperating with how he wanted it to. It never did. It took a few more valiant attempts before he was victorious and another round of food landed in the toilet. He couldn’t hear the hushed whisper shouting from outside the door over the sound of the contents of his stomach splashing against the water and his intense gagging filling the air.

In a sudden flash of blue light, Five appeared into the bathroom and he opened the door from the inside. The remaining five siblings were outside the door, all with varying degrees of concern on their face.

“Oh Luther…” Vanya gasped, her hands covering her mouth as a tear trailed down her face.

Luther’s head whipped up from the toilet bowl, his eyes meeting the six pairs staring back at him. His stomach dropped, this time not from his own doing.

They couldn’t see him like this. No, no, no. They couldn’t see him weak. They couldn’t see him vulnerable. Some number one he is. He’s a failure of a leader, incompetent. Some Number One he is.

He flushed the toilet before doing anything else, unsure of even what to do. He’s never felt so small before, a feeling he once thought would be welcoming.

“Luther? You..? Jesus christ, man I’m..” Klaus spoke up softly, being the first one to enter the bathroom. He fell to the floor next to his brother and wordlessly brought him into a hug, one arm around his wide shoulders and the other cradling his head into his neck.

Luther tensed at the contact, his arms hung loosely at his side. He doesn’t deserve their kindness. He doesn’t deserve Klaus’, not after he had his hands around his neck just a few months ago. Not after he flung him across the room, abusing his power once again. Not after Klaus quite literally died trying to look after his inept self. He wanted to shrug Klaus’ wiry arms off of him. He wanted to disappear.

“Lu, please.” Klaus’ voice shook, “It’s okay. Fuck, I promise it’s okay. You don’t have to do that shit, being strong and all that. You can let go…God knows we’re not going to judge you for it.”

And with that, his shoulders began to tremble and he let himself be held. He let himself break for the first time in god knows how long. Too long. Klaus rubbed circles along the man’s back as he felt his shirt dampen with tears, whispering soft affirmations as his brother sobbed.

The rest of the siblings watched the scene unfold in front of them. None of them had expected this. They just thought Luther was brooding. Processing. Needing time alone as that’s what he was used to and what they had assumed comfortable with. They had hashed out their apologies a few months back, so they thought that they were fine. He was fine. The Hargreeves couldn’t imagine anything like this. After a minute or so Luther’s breathing started to even, his sobs subsiding. All that remained were just tears silently streaming down his face. He felt Klaus kiss the top of his head, his heart fluttering tightly in his chest. “Ben told me…he saw your room and fuck.” Klaus breathed, after a few moments of silence.

“I’m sorry, for not realizing sooner. We just,” Klaus paused, thinking carefully on how to word the next part. “We didn’t think. Us Hargreeves are famous for that, ya know?”

Luther could hear the small smile in Klaus’ voice. He slowly lifted his head from his brothers shoulders and gulped. His throat was raw from both crying and the episode that they all had intercepted.

“Luther, we love you man. I’m sorry I called you a-a monster.” Diego affirmed, his tone without it’s usual defensive edge it tends to hold when talking to Luther. “You’re not, okay? We’re gonna do better this time, we promised that. That means you too.”

“I,” Luther cleared his throat, wincing slightly as he did so. “How can you be so kind? I’ve hurt you all. I’m…not good.” He said simply, refusing to meet any of their eyes.

“Luther, listen to me.” Five started, walking over to Luther and demanding he meet his eyes. “I’ve killed hundreds of people. People that you said were innocent. But do you remember what you told me? You said I was still a good person, that you could see that. I see that in you too. We all do. You don’t have to isolate yourself from us. We care about you. So let us.”

“You need help, Lu. Let us help you.” Allison strained, her voice still not fully recovered but she was adamant on making sure he heard her.

Vanya finally shoved her way into the bathroom and practically fell into Luther’s arms. She was unable to speak clearly, her soft cries becoming louder with each second.

“I’m not scared of you. I-I don’t hate you. I love you so much Luther, god I love you, I love you..” She sobbed. This sound, this scene, was all too familiar to Luther. But he hurt her then, and he’s hurting her now. He wrapped his little sister in his arms, her small frame shaking in his.

“I’m sorry, Van. Everyone. I just…I don’t know how to…” Luther trailed, unsure how to even begin to explain himself.

“You don’t need to know how to. We’ll help you through this. You’re going to be okay.” Ben said, finally corporeal from behind Klaus. Luther met his eyes and nodded, his mouth pursed in a thin line before he devoted his attention back to Vanya in his arms.

For the first time in years, he felt like things might be okay. They won’t be okay for a while, no. But it’s a start. It’s a god damn start.

#TW eating disorder #b/p #luther hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #tua fic #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #ive been struggling w my ed lately so this is also highkey a vent fic #if anyone is struggling and needs someone to reach out to my inbox is always open!!! stay safe #luther defense squad

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➳ park jimin scenario

you didn't come to see your friends, I know you came for me. I like your dress, but you fit better in my wrinkled tee. We moved on to newer things, but we got history

➳ word count: 2156

➳ genre: angst/fluff ig

a/n: hey yall, ik ive been pretty MIA. im trying my best to find time to stay active. college rlly sux, but this is based off of the song, history by rich brian, it’s a really good ass song and it reminded me a lot of jimin. and i had this in my drafts ever since October so im glad i was able to finish it on my birthday and to release it as a birthday present for myself and everyone else that i finally released some content.

You were more than an ex-girlfriend to Jimin. You were his whole world for a brief moment of his life. If anyone were to value you anything less, he would not hesitant to defend you. You and Jimin dated in sophomore year of high school, almost being destined as high school sweethearts, almost.

Long distance had become strenuous for the both of you, mainly you. Jimin didn’t stray far from your hometown, but you had traveled miles away. It wasn’t until your second year of college when things were becoming clear that you two were not working out.

Phone calls slowly became a hassle. You never really came back home for the holidays, so Jimin saw you a lot less. It was simply two separate lives and no matter how much Jimin wanted to stay together, the relationship had been taking a toll on you.

Jimin was definitely more emotionally stable than you were. He didn’t have to move far from home for college, so his support system was still close. His best friends, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook went to the same college as him. He didn’t need you as much as you needed him, physically.

You were thousands of miles away from your family and friends. You went to the college of your dreams, but you had to start over. So being in an old relationship in the next chapter of your life was hard. You were meeting new people every week your first quarter in school, but every happy face felt fake. There was no familiarity and the loneliness ate you up by the end of your second quarter.

Seeing Jimin through your screen only made you miss him more. Hearing his voicemails made you cry harder. You’d always think you’d adjust, eventually, but you never did. And admitting all that pain to Jimin was the hardest thing you had to do.

The breakup was not bad, but it also was not the best. You knew you couldn’t stay friends with Jimin, because you were still madly in love with this man and so was he. To move on, you had to avoid any contact with him and that didn’t sit well with him. He was too stubborn to move on. He kept telling you that he’d wait for when you’d come back for him.

Those were not the words you wanted to hear. Jimin respected your decision to break up, but it was his own to decide whether or not to move on. Frankly, you thought he’d give up on you the moment the second quarter started. It was college, and you were never the one to hold him back from having fun and going to parties. The boys went to parties practically every weekend, some were for the sake of meeting new people to hook up with.

As much as his friends did those things, Jimin remained incredibly loyal to you. No other girl could compare to his girlfriend and if someone were to make a move on him, he’d stop it immediately. He’d text you when he got back to his dorm after every party, drunk or sober (most of the times, he was drunk). He didn’t hesitate to brag about his wonderful girlfriend to his entire hall. Jimin was all about you, it had always been like that for him.

So it was no surprise when he reacted the way he did during the breakup. Jimin swore that he’d come back for you one day. You meant everything to him and he knew you like the back of his hand; he knew you better than yourself. You two had a history that no one else had.

Jimin was coming down for the long weekend with the boys for a close friend’s weekend long birthday extravaganza. It had been six months since you two last spoke, but the mention of your college caused his heart to shake.

“I highly doubt we’d see her at the party. Namjoon told me that he has never bumped into (y/n).” Hoseok waved off Jimin’s nerves before Namjoon greeted the boys with open arms and a big grin.

“My favorites, I’m glad you were all able to make it down here for my big birthday bash.” He wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s broad shoulders and bumped at Jimin’s arm, “lighten up. You won’t see her here tonight.”

“And what makes you so sure about that?”

Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly, “you’ll be too drunk to register her face if she does show up.”

His statement earned several laughs from the boys, but Jimin could only roll his eyes. He really debated on simply going home and skipping this weekend trip because now, he was too close for comfort. He was on your territory and he wasn’t sure what to do if he saw you again.

Six months was not enough time for Jimin to fully move on. He slept around with a few girls, but you were always in the back of his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, your sweet smile would flash in the darkness. He would have reoccurring dreams about your shared memories. He’d hate to admit it, but he really missed you.

But your words rang in his ears whenever he would selfishly indulged in your past, “I don’t want to see you for a very long time, Jimin. I just won’t be able to do it. I won’t be able to move on if we stayed friends.” He wanted to uphold your wishes because you still meant so much to him, it was the least he could do.

Jimin entered Namjoon’s huge house, the scent of alcohol and weed filling his system and music traveling through his pulse. There were occasionally greetings from a few mutuals and smiles from pretty girls, but Jimin went through the house without much defeat.

Jungkook was lost in the crowd after passing by a group of girls. Namjoon was bombarded with hugs and birthday wishes. Jimin headed towards the standing bottles of alcohol, pouring himself a cup full of something dark. He sipped his drink, scanning the house as he leaned against the kitchen island.

He finished his drink with impressive speed, not entirely aware of the rate he was consuming. The moment he turned around to pour himself another cup, a voice caused him to freeze. “Can you also pour me one?”

He had thought the alcohol was tricking him into believing the voice belonged to you, but when he turned around... he knew it wasn’t the alcohol messing with him. “(y/n).”

You blinked back at his stunned figure, equally as shocked. He admired how good you looked. He had to stifle in a laugh at your revealing, black dress. It hung loose around your shoulders and wrapped around your middle --- the dress he bought you for your guys’ 2nd anniversary.

He wasn’t sure what to believe at this point --- the fact that you’re actually standing in front of him after such an extensive time or the fact that you still wore the things he bought you.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice was just above a whisper and your hand automatically went to twirl the necklace around your neck. It had a small pendant of the first letter of your name and your fingers instinctively went towards it whenever you got nervous.

Jimin set down his drink, “I’m close friends with Namjoon.”

“No way. My friend has the same writing class as him.” You tried to act normal, like you didn’t bump into your ex-boyfriend at a party. He looked exactly like how you left him, maybe a bit more tired and gray. Oh how you missed his soft, plump lips or how strong his arms felt.

As much as you wanted to forget about him, he always resurfaced in your mind at the strangest times. You could be studying and he’d pop up. You’d be clubbing with your friends and you’d think he was across the room. You still held onto him.

“It was good seeing you again, (y/n).” Jimin said before he handed you a cup of your favorite mix.

“Wait---” The words were flowing out of your mouth before you could catch them. “---Do you want to dance?” You couldn’t see him go anymore.

His eyes lit up and he smiled, something that always ran chills down your spine. “You want to dance with me?”

“Why not?” You smiled back and finished your cup before hitting the crowds of drunk, dancing people. You had gotten really close to Jimin, to the point where your chest was against his.

You could tell he was holding back, like he was trying so hard to respect your space still. But you blinked back up at his sad eyes, and noticed they were filled with love and wonder. And almost every memory you two shared came crushing down, wrapping you in nostalgia.

Grabbing his hands, you let them rest on your waist and his eyes widen at your bold action. Maybe it was the alcohol doing all the work, but you really wish he’d stop holding back. You always remembered Jimin to have huge restraint and patient. He was strong willed --- stubborn --- and was reserved. But once his boundaries were gone, he was something amazing.

“Why are you holding back, Jimin?” You asked before you could process the question. An evident pout appeared on your face and his hands dropped from your body.

“I can’t, (Y/N). I refuse to give you all of me just for you to hurt me again.” He whispered and walked off the dance floor. That was one of the biggest blows you’ve ever felt. You hurried on after him, trying to find a needle in a hay stack.

It was difficult, everyone blended with one another and you weren’t fully sober to play Where’s Jimin. You spotted a frantic Jungkook being mauled by girls left and right, so you hurried toward the crowd. You grabbed Jungkook by his collar and dragged him out of the sea of desperate girls.

You two stood outside of the house and Jungkook took several deep breaths before thanking you for saving him, “now, what do you want?”

“Where did Jimin go?”

“Why do you care where he went?” He said leaning against the stature of the overflowing building. The stern look on his face caused much intimidation and it was as if he had forgotten all the great memories you two had shared as friends.

Sighing, you racked your brain for any reasonable explanation besides that you want to see him. It was selfish of you to not consider how Jimin still felt about you, but you had been restraining yourself from viewing his social medias and even thinking about him at night. It was as if something went off when you did see him, you simply wanted more.

“Because I want to apologize to him for what had just happened. Please.” You were on the verge of tears and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Follow me.” He grumbled and started walking up the stairs to the second floor. He walked past several doors in the hallway before reaching the end. He knocked a specific pattern and the door cracked open slightly. Jungkook gestured for you to enter and whispered, “don’t hurt him anymore. That is all I ask of you.” Jungkook walked away as you entered the big room.

Jimin sat on the edge of the neatly made bed, back facing you. “Whatever it is, Kook, I don’t want to hear it right now.” His voice was hoarse and raspy.

“Jimin, I’m sorry for pushing you out there like that.”

His body turned stiff, like a thief caught in a crime. He cleared his throat, “it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine. I was never considerate to how you felt, and I want to change that.” The bed shifted with you weight pulling the mattress. Jimin’s warmth surround your left side and it hurt for you to remember how safe you felt in it.

He was hesitant to reach for your hand, but you grabbed his to reassure him. “I’m still so in love with you.” He admitted. His thumb ran across your knuckles. “Every time I see you, I feel nostalgic. There is no one in the whole world that knows me like you do and that means something. You will always mean something to me.”

And you blinked at him with words unspoken. Your heart was shaking in the palms of his hands. A part inside of you felt okay with that, like if were to let anyone ruin your life, it would be him.

Jimin picked up your chin. Looking into his glossy, red eyes, he read every bit of you and searched for the one sign he needed. Then he saw it, the familiar small twinkle in your eyes, and he knew exactly how you felt.

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