#im running away before i start seeing problems and try to fix it
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I cry when people yell at me(parent issues™️) and I was wondering how the peakys would react to that, like I can handle most things but yelling is like a big nono for me, would they be concerned or tease me for that, I don't think they will but I'm interested on how they'll react to it for the first time it happens, or if I yell back for the first time? You just do a great job at writing these characters💛
( im sorry if this is too personal or whatever)
AN: not too personal my lovely dw, here at Pacifymebby dot Tumblr dot com we (me) totally specialise in ✨ fanfiction as therapy ✨ haha. Sorry these have taken me ages to do. I'm also a crier when men shout at me so I hope I've written this how you wanted!!!!
Tommy
🌿 Is genuinely very shocked when, mid argument, you start crying. You've seen so much worse than this, you've witnessed some terrible things because of him and his brothers, the fights they get into every week. Only last week you'd watched with as calm a demeanour as one could manage, whilst Arthur had a violent breakdown and smashed a chair up at the dinner table. You'd not shown a shred of fear. But now, here you are, silent, heartbreaking tears streaming down your face and why?
🌿 because Tommy raised his voice at you.
🌿 you couldn't even remember what you'd been arguing about now. You'd seen red and blue fear in your mind the second he'd raised his voice. You'd watched him lose his temper with you, his jaw tense, his face going red as he yelled at you, his expression so angry, so cold and unforgiving. And it had shocked you. Tommy had never raised his voice at you before. You'd seen him shout at his brothers but he'd never shouted at you.
🌿 and the sight of you suddenly drained of colour, your skin taking on that strange bloodless translucency as you starred back at him wide eyed and fearful... it shocks him. You're looking at him like you don't recognise him and suddenly there's a lump in his throat.
🌿 He reaches out for you but you flinch away from him, backing away slowly and then suddenly fleeing, running away, vision blurred by your tears. You don't really know where to go and you can here him calling after you, but his voice raised shouting down the hallway for you only makes it worse. Only adds to your fear.
🌿 you're certain that you're in trouble so you don't stop even when he calls after you. Thing is he hasn't even said he's sorry. Hasn't realised why you're running from him.
🌿 "Y/N love for fuck sake what're you doin... we need to talk about this... Y/n stop!"
🌿 He's chased you out to the gardens, still shouting, still not getting the hint... it's only when he shouts again, louder this time, screaming your name across the lawn that you freeze. His voice seems to shake the whole world and it strikes the fear of god into you. So you stop. And he thinks thats the problem solved, that you've stopped running away from him now so he can return to you and you can talk like grownups.
🌿 but when he gets closer to you you back away some more, and even when he warns you to wait for him you edge away. Every step he takes you take one back until you find yourself backed up against a tree, looking at him with all this fear in your eyes.
🌿 He's careful as he approaches, one arm out to you, trying to coax you back to him... he can see that something has absolutely terrified you but it's only when he gets close enough to touch you, only when he brings his hand up to fix your hair that he realises what you're scared of.
🌿 "Don't hurt me!" You gasp, eyes squeezed shut, your body rigid with fear as you bring your hands up to protect your face. And it's that which makes him realise. That movement, that fragile tremble in your voice as you beg him not to harm you that breaks his heart.
🌿 and the realisation hits him like a freight train, chokes him. He can't believe you're frightened of him. He can't believe it's him who has caused you all this terror. You're trembling, your hands shaking the way a rabbit shakes when it knows it's being hunted.
🌿 He let's out a sigh, closes his eyes and tried to steady his own shaken nerves. He doesn't want to scare you anymore.
🌿 "Y/n, angel listen to me girl, I'm not going to hurt you..." he says, his voice a gentle caress as he takes your trembling hands in his, draws them away from your face and places them on his chest. He holds then both to his heart underneath his hand and with the other he cups your cheek. Makes you look up at him, catches your tears with his thumb and brushes them away.
🌿 "I scared you," he says looking at you ever so mournfully, he feels so guilty and you can see the hurt in his eyes. It just makes you feel worse and you shake your head trying to apologise. You can feel his heart beating beneath your hands, it's racing, his adrenaline too high and you feel guilty yourself because you made him angry.
🌿 "I'm.. I'm so sorry Tommy I made you angry I shouldn't have pissed you off its not..." but he cuts you off, finger pressed to your lips to hush you as he steps closer to you, his body so close to yours that you have to tilt your head back to look up at him. His head is bowed to look down at you.
🌿 "Shh now angel I'm talkin yeah, my turn to talk now eh so listen to me..." he's being ever so gentle, his hand holding your hip, the other tucking your hair behind your ear and stroking your cheek. He doesn't look harsh or sharp anymore, instead of anger his eyes are full of love. "Don't you apologise to me sweetheart, please don't do that... I'm sorry I shouted at you angel, shouldn't have done that but listen to me now eh cause this is important..."
🌿 You can't take your eyes off him, you're still shaking, still crying, your hearts still racing, but you're not frightened anymore. He's looking down at you with such an intense honesty, you can see the remorse in his eyes when he talks to you in that sweet gentle voice.
🌿 "I will never hurt you alright, I promise... even if I'm angry yeah, even if we're havin a blazing bloody row, I won't ever lay a finger on you like that sweetheart, I won't ever hurt you.."
🌿 You'd probably start crying all over again, burying your face in his chest, feeling his arms wrap around you and hold you tight. His hand stroking your back as he bows his head to place a kiss on yours. He'd cradle your head against his body and rest his chin in your hair. Close his eyes, hold onto you tight and treasure the feeling of you in his arms.
🌿 "You really fuckin scared me Tommy..." you'd sniffle struggling to calm yourself down.
🌿 "I know angel, I know and I'm really fuckin sorry alright..."
Alfie
🐻 He didn't mean to shout, Alfie's never raised his voice at you before because he doesn't believe in shouting at women and girls. He has a very firm, traditional view on that and he's stubborn about it too. No swearing, shouting and hitting women and girls.
🐻 The only reason he shouted is because he panicked, you were wandering around in a daydream so you hadn't noticed the tension in the bakery when you'd entered through the back door on your way to see your beloved. Tommy Shelby had just left, informing Alfie that he'd set up a trip wire to ensure his safety, that if he tugged on the string in his hand he would pull the pin from a grenade which would blow up half the bakery, starting a monstrous fire which would probably kill all inside. All those barrels of rum would go up in flames.
🐻 And you were one step from tripping that string which Tommy had tied to the leg of Alfies desk all, "I'll let you deal with this, have a think about what I've said whilst you work eh, careful though, its a delicate procedure..."
🐻 So when he'd seen you Alfie hadn't thought twice, shouting "Y/N stop! Stay there, fuckin don't move!" and luckily you'd frozen. Your body going rigid as the fear struck you like lightning.
🐻 He'd startled you for sure but more than that the sound of his voice ricochetting around the room, the voice of a man who was usually so tender and gentle with you, always so protective of you.. He'd never spoken to you like that and hearing it now struck ice cold fear into the very bones of you.
🐻 Alfie doesn't even notice at first, doesn't notice how you've gone white as a sheet, can't even move, he's too worried about that wire, too busy trying to work out what to do. Hoping there's a chance Tommy was bullshitting him. Hoping that actually there's nothing to fear.
🐻 And poor you, you're just stood there, hand clutched over your mouth starring at your love in shock. You don't know what to do because you don't want to embarrass yourself by bursting into tears over a little shouting, but you already know it's too late. Alfie really scared you, and he's never scared you before.
🐻 So you can't hold it back, you're trembling all over with the effort of fighting your tears, some have already escaped, you've swallowed down a sob already but it's the fact that Alfie's not even looking at you. The way he shouted at you so sharply, so harshly, and he isn't even looking at you now. You're struggling to reason with your own anxiety, convinced that you've done something wrong, that he hates you...
🐻 but then he hears it. The sound of your choked sob, one you'd tried and failed to hold back. And once the first escapes the damn breaks and you're in floods of tears. You don't move, frozen to the spot but your hands are over your face and your crying so mournfully that the sound sends an icy shard through Alfie's heart. Suddenly the hidden explosive is the least of his worries.
🐻 "Fuck," he grumbles to himself, telling himself off for snapping at you, "gentle Alfie what have I fuckin told you man, sometimes yeah you have to be fuckin gentle..." he's grumbling to himself as he reassesses his predicament. He knows he needs to get to you and get you to safety but he knows he can't get to you without risking your safety.
🐻 So he sighs. "Ziskeit, my dear, y/n poppet I'm sorry yeah, didn't mean to shout at you ziskeit, didn't mean to shout.. that was just me you know... panickin right, but I shouldn't have shouted at you yeah lovely girl I'm sorry..." he's making his way towards you very slowly and very carefully, talking soft and gentle, hands out because he doesn't want to startle you. His eyes flickering with concern between you and the wire you almost tripped.
🐻 "See my ziskeit, down there right by your feet yeah, there's a wire right and I need you to be very careful cause it's very dangerous yeah..." he doesn't want to scare you more than he already has but he also doesn't want you to move and accidentally set it off.
🐻 When he finally gets to you he doesn't hesitate to wrap his big arms around you and give you the warmest, tightest bear hug. He holds you firm against his chest, strokes your hair and cradles your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His beards tickley on your cheek and you're all wrapped up in the comfort of his musky scent.
🐻 "There, there my little ziskeit, s'alright now yeah, your Alfie's got you my darlin an he ain't lettin you go.."
🐻 He takes your hands from your face, won't let you hide and then he wipes your tears away with his thumbs. You can't just turn the waterworks off though and the tears keep coming.
🐻 Alfie feels so guilty.
🐻 But he'd hold your face in his hands and put his forehead against yours, looking down into your watery wounded eyes with such an intense devotion.
🐻 "Didn't mean to scare you poppet, please don't be scared now yeah, I'm here, I love you... I didn't mean to shout."
🐻 He'd probably call Ollie or one of his trusted men for help, he'd be instructing them on how to undo and disarm Tommy's trap, all the while still holding you and hushing you. The contrast between the way he barks orders at his men and then turns to you with the most tender, soft voice, shushing you and stroking your hair.
🐻 Promises he'll never shout at you again, but also, because he knows what he's like he also promises that if he does raise his voice at you, it won't be because he's angry and it won't be because he hates you. It'll be because he'd a stupid old man who forgets himself sometimes.
🐻 You'd sniffle, this shy smile on your lips as you tell him "you're not a stupid old man..." and he'd just chuckle, kiss your nose and brush your hair away from your tear stained cheeks, probably catching another tear on his thumb. "I am for making my ziskeit cry, but, you have my word now don't you girl, ain't ever gonna make you cry again..."
🐻 It's a big promise but Alfie is truly devoted to you and so protective of you that he really does hold it against himself forever. He's always viewed himself as your protector so the idea that you were scared of him is horrifying to him. He really does intend to keep his promise.
🐻 Will set a rule in the bakery and the warehouses that if you're around nobody is to raise their voice for any reason. He'll spin some bullshit about how it's very fucking rude and inconsiderate to shout when there are women and children present. If anyone breaks that rule Alfie will not hesitate to silence them in his own special way.
Arthur
🍂 It's probably not the first time this has happened let's be real here, this is probable not even the first time this has happend this week...
🍂 Arthur's emotions aren't exactly the easiest thing to endure... for either of you. He has a quick temper and he doesn't know how to express himself. If he's scared he turns to violence, if he's upset, he turns to violence, if he's angry, violence... even when he's happy or excited something usually gets broken, he usually forgets himself, talks too loudly... shouts...
🍂 And even though you're used to Arthur and his loud, uncontrollable and often unpredictable ways, you've never been able to get used to his yelling. You've always been easily startled and people yelling, raised voices has always set you on edge. And when someone shouts at you well, you always cry. You can't help yourself and you feel so stupid for it sometimes too... especially when it's Arthur who has made you cry because you know you should be used to it by now. You know what he's like... when he shouts and you start crying you always feel like a stupid child who can't control her own emotions.
🍂 But Arthur understands how that feels. It's not like he can control his either...
🍂 So of all the Blinders Arthur is the most sympathetic. It's not just that he feels terribly guilty for making you cry, it's that he hates how bad about yourself it makes you feel too and he wants you to learn not to be so hard on yourself.
🍂 So, he's always trying his best not to shout, for whatever reason... sometimes he comes home ecstatic about something that happened at the Garrison, he's half way through shouting through the house for you when he cuts himself off.
🍂 "Nah what have I fuckin told you Arthur Shelby, indoor voice for y/n, nice, gentle indoor voice..."
🍂 But of course this is Arthur and no matter how hard he tries he forgets himself and loses control on the regular. And when he does you also lose control... Arthur is an intimidating man at the best of times and when he shouts he is so fucking scary... especially when he's shouting because he's angry, and especially if he's shouting because he's arguing with you...
🍂 When that happens you probably don't just cry, you burst into tears, really dramatically... you'd shrink away from him, curl up on the floor crying your heart out, shaking, sobbing into your skirts and then when he realises what he's done it hits him in the gut and he does cold, panicks. He feels so guilty for scaring you again and rushes to try and hug.
🍂 Gets down there on the floor with you and bundles you up in his arms. His whole demeanor changes in an instant, all the fight knocked out of him in seconds as he rushed to comfort you.
🍂 Cradles you to his chest, rocking you to sooth you as he apologises over and over again. "For fuck sake darlin come here, fuckin 'ell I'm such a bloody idiot, I'm sorry my darlin I'm fuckin so sorry alright... didnt mean to scare you girl, y'know I love you don't I, ain't gonna hurt you, didn't mean to scare you just forgot meself that's all, you're alright my girl, I've got you eh, your Arthur loves you very much an he's very fuckin sorry for being such a fuckin dinlow eh..."
🍂 You'd be clutching at his shirt, sobbing into his chest, doing your best to calm yourself down, mentally chastising yourself for being so stupid because you know he didn't mean it, you know it was an accident, that you're safe with Arthur, that he won't ever hurt you... but even so, he scared you so much...
🍂 you'd push yourself up in his lap and try to wipe your tears away, probably trying to pull away from him and act as though everything was fine even though all you want to do is nestle deeper into his embrace and hold onto him until your heart stops racing.
🍂 And Arthur knows you well enough to recognise what you're doing so he isn't going to just let you go and pretend you're fine.
🍂 "Right now where dya think you're goin darlin..." he'd start, catching your hand and tugging you back into his lap, his arm locking around your waist, the other hand using his sleeve to dry your eyes. "Look at me yeah, got all the time in the world eh so I don't know what you're rushin off for darlin..."
🍂 "S'alright I'm alright now Arth was just being stupid wasn't I, you didn't scare me it's fine just bein..." but he'd cut you off shaking his head, giving you that frown which means 'dont give me all that rot y/n, I know you.'
🍂 "Nah," he'd say, "now don't start with all that shit now darlin, not wi me eh, I did scare you and you ain't stupid for bein scared neither... you ain't stupid at all..." "but..." when you try to argue he holds your face in both hands, your nose pressed up against his, his scruffy hair tickling your cheek as he gets right up close to you. His eyes are so intense when they lock with yours. "No buts now sweetheart, I fuckin scared you, I know I did and I'm fuckin sorry for it too... I'm the one who lost control so I'm the one who has to apologise right love, so I'm fuckin sorry yeah sweetheart, I hate scaring you an I never wanna do it again yeah... need to start using me fuckin brain eh love..."
🍂 But you hate seeing him put himself down so you're there holding his face in your hands too, looking up at him with such intensity, such stubbornness, it would be infuriating for him if he didn't currently feel so guilty. "You're not a fuckin idiot Arthur... don't call yourself stupid alright..."
🍂 For you and Arthur these scenes always end in the most loving of embraces, him holding you tight against him, you sitting in his lap on the floor, the two of you holding onto one another so carefully, so lovingly, your eyes locking as you tell eachother again how much you love one another. Your lips meeting in a desperate adoring kiss. One neither of you want to pull away from.
🍂 "Fuckin love you my darlin, don't even mean to upset you eh, I'll try harder yeah, Indoor voice from now I promise..." he says in as close to a whisper as Arthur Shelby can manage, kissing your face all over. Kissing away the last of your tears.
🍂 He always promises he won't shout at you again, you always promise you'll stop crying when he does. Both of you know that in a couple days time you'll be going over the whole routine again.
John
🌼 For all that John is a very laidback man, he has a temper on him and he has a very strict sense of morals, right and wrong (despite all of his moral activities) and when he feels strongly about something he will argue about it... and he has a temper on him.
🌼 When he loses his temper things can get messy, too emotional... He doesn't usually lose him temper with you though and so when he does it comes as even more of a shock.
🌼 He doesn't mean to start shouting at you, he already knows you don't deal well with it... Your voices have both been raising slowly as the arguments been escalating and when he finally starts really shouting you shout right back...
🌼 He didn't even realise he'd shouted until he heard your voice shouting back... suddenly cracking because you're trembling, because you've been fighting back your tears and they've just escaped.
🌼 He sees the tears streaming down your face and realises that you aren't even shouting because you're angry, your shout was one of fear. A "Stop it! Stop fucking shouting at me John fucking stop it!" Your hands over your ears as you shout at him from across the kitchen table, your eyes desperate with heartache and fear.
🌼 For a second you're looking at him with real upset and shock, like you don't recognise him at all, like he isn't your John anymore...
🌼 He feels terrible. He's gripped with guilt, a pain in his throat squeezing and aching, he's choked up by tears in his own eyes. Sometimes feelings are too big and John can't handle them.
🌼 Views himself as being the good family man, a loving, caring husband, a protective father, the man who looks after everyone, provides for them, so the idea that he could have done to his wife the one things she really can't handle, disgusts him. He's really disappointed in himself and he's determined to make it up to you.
🌼 He'd raise his hands up in surrender, his eyes full of guilt, his cheeks a little flushed as a tear escapes his eye, he's stepping away from the table, approaching you cautiously.
🌼 "Am sorry flower, I'm sorry..." his voice is wobbling but he's talking quietly now, as if lowering his voice like this is going to make up for the violence of his shouting at you moments before... and it does a little, or at least, his sudden effort to be gentle and careful calms you, lets you know you're not in danger.
🌼 He'll wrap his arms around you carefully, waiting for you to come to him, waiting for you to let him hold you. But when you feel the outline of his embrace you crumble, throwing your arms around him, sobbing into his neck as he closes his hold around you a little tighter, keeping you secure.
🌼 He'll hush you and rock you, doing his best to calm you down, all the while apologising for losing his temper.
🌼 "I'm so sorry little flower, I shouldn't have shouted at you, shouldn't have lost me temper that was fuckin stupid of me wasn't it..."
🌼 Lots of kissing your hair and your forehead. Will hold you as long as you need to calm down.
🌼 Will wipe your tears and tap your nose. Will hold your face in both his hands, thumbs brushing over your cheeks, forehead to forehead promising you very passionately that he'll never shout at you like that again. You can see it in his eyes how strongly he feels, he's got tears in his eyes and he's perhaps crying a little too. He's talking but his jaw is clenched and the words are forced through his teeth so they come out really shaky but certain.
🌼 You catching his tears on your thumbs and brushing them away. The two of you eventually smiling at that, making a little joke about how over emotional you both are.
🌼 If you try to apologise for having cried, or if you try to joke about your tears, how silly it was of you to cry just because he shouted at you he will shake his head, cut you off all "no, no... no way flower, you ain't silly for cryin, you ain't supposed to like bein shouted at and your husband definitely ain't supposed to be shoutin at you like that neither..."
🌼 He'll be extra sweet to you for many days to come, bringing you flowers, talking particularly gently to you too. Lots of affection, hugs, kisses, holding your hand whenever he can, layering it on thick so that you know he still loves you... he knows how sensitive you are and knows that you'll still be worrying about the argument days later, so he'll do as much as he can to show you he loves you.
🌼 Once during a particularly heated family meeting Tommy shouted down the table at you for something you said, John was livid, white as a sheet with rage as he put his arms around you and stood protectively behind you. He was glaring so sharply his stare could have sliced Tommy open. Later you heard them scrapping when everyone else had left.
Bonnie
🍀 Bonnie is such a calm lad, he never shouts even when he's threatening other people. He's not the kind of man who raises his voice unless he really has to, he's usually the quietly threatening, controlled anger, spitting his threats through gritted teeth, not yelling...
🍀 It would take one hell of an argument, you'd both be feeling fragile and desperate, both of you shaking with he strength of the heartache and distress you're feeling.
🍀 Whatever you're fighting about it's been brewing for awhile so you both have so many thoughts, so many troubled feelings you need to get off your chest...
🍀 And when he does shout its because he feels a sudden panic, has a sudden fear that he will never be able to explain himself, never be able to make you understand... it's a truly desperate shout, almost a plea... "Would you just listen to me for a second love I'm trying to..."
🍀But he doesn't even finish the sentence, the second he realises he's yelled at you he feels a wee bit sick, his hands shaking and suddenly he can't speak at all. He's watching you, you're frozen, starring back at him with these terrifyingly sad wide eyes...
🍀 he can see he's just broken your heart.
🍀 For a moment theres silence, you're just starring back at him in shock, he's watching you, scared to move or say another word because if he does he's worried something between you will break. That you're both hanging on by a thread.
🍀 And when the thread snaps and you come back to life, your hand rising to cover your mouth and catch your sob, your eyes closing as your whole body shivers with the effort of fighting back tears, Bonnie watches you with this hollow weight in his stomach, this cold lump of guilt.
🍀 Swallows a lump in his throat, his voice quiet and shaky when he speaks again.
🍀 "Fuck, fuck I'm so sorry dove... don't cry, don't cry dove I'm sorry," he's speaking softly, hesitant to try and hug you because he saw the fear in your eyes and he's not sure you want him to come any closer now. "Please forgive me y/n I'm sorry, can I..." he trails off reaching for your hand, tugging you gently into his arms.
🍀Whatever you were fighting about it simultaneously ceases to matter to him and also becomes completely unsolvable...he's scared youre never going to look at him the same way again. He's supposed to be your man, your protector, the one person you can always trust and now he's let you down, he's scared you... he really resents himself for that, can't forgive himself for scaring you.
🍀"I'm sorry little dove," he'd whisper, his voice soothing, his breath brushing your cheek as he promises he won't shout like that again, "s'okay sweetpea, s'alright..." but he doesn't feel like its alright.
🍀 He'll hold you as snug as he can, but carefully too, treating you extra delicately, he's really hesitant to hug you too tightly or kiss you in case you're scared of him now.
🍀 "Don't be scared of my dove, you're breakin me heart," he says it with a teasing little smile, trying to get a giggle from you or something but you can hear the heartbreak in his voice and you know he's really telling the truth.
🍀 When you settle down a little you nuzzle into him, "Sorry Bon..." you sniffle trying to dry your eyes, caught out and speechless when he catches your hands in his and, strokes his thumbs over your palms. "What you sayin sorry for eh sweetpea? Am the one whose sayin sorry now..." he chuckles, holding your palm up to his lips and kissing your hands.
🍀 Even if you feel better quickly, soothed by Bonnie's sweetness, he won't feel better about it. The guilt will stick with him for a long time, one of those memories that comes back in the middle of the night and makes him cringe.
🍀 He's extra soft with you for the rest of the day and the morning after too, treating you like he's scared you're going to break. He speaks quietly and gently and he'll treat you with such tenderness, holding you at every opportunity, holding your hand even if you're just sitting together. Any excuse to kiss you or tell you he loves you.
🍀 Because he knows how upset you get when someone yells at you, if anyone else ever makes you cry by raising their voice at you Bonnie's fierce protective side will snap and he will be raring to defend you. You have had to talk him down from fights because of this.
Isaiah
🐀 He'll be so shocked when you start crying... he's seen you witness so much "worse" than shouting before... so he really wasn't expecting you to burst into tears when a drunk man at the bar raised his voice at you. He turns with a frown, brows tugged in in confusion as he blinks at you struggling to process the sight of you with tears streaking your face. He honestly didn't think anything could phase you...
🐀 For a second he's stunned but he soon snaps into action... "For fuck sake man now look what you've done!" He groans turning to the man behind your tears, "gone and made me girl cry ain't you... now I have to hurt ya..." he says with a cruel grin, as if he hadn't been intending on hurting the stupid cunt who'd been eyeing his girl up with lecherous eyes all evening anyway. "Don't get me wrong like... I wanted to anyway yeah, you've just given me a good excuse..."
🐀 Once he's satisfied he's fucked the stupid bastard up enough, he turns his attention back to you. He's not expecting to see you still crying, in fact he'd kind of been hoping he'd just imagined it, been hoping he was just going crazy like Arthur... but he isn't, and you are still crying.
🐀 And Isaiah isn't good with crying girls, doesn't know what to do about all those tears, feels totally at a loss.. especially because he's never seen you cry before.
🐀 will try to joke about it, not teasing you harshly, just making a little joke about how 'easily' scared it turns out you are... "You had me fooled mousy..."
🐀 This earns him a pretty firm slap from Ado who's jaw has just hit the floor... "Fuck sake dinlow whatre you doing making it bloody worse!" She'd be all arms crossed and shaking her head, muttering about how men these days are all the fucking stupid same.
🐀 but her slaps gotten through to Isaiah at least who is looking at you now with a somewhat more awkward smile, but he takes your hand and offers you a hug. This is the most stunted a conversation with Isaiah could possibly be and you're beginning to feel a whole different kind of anxious.
🐀 "Right for fuck sake, I've had enough of this.." Ada cuts in, "you.. give your girlfriend a fuckin hug alright," she'd say pointing at Isaiah and then pointing at you, "and you.. god sake girl get yourself a better fuckin boyfriend eh?"
🐀 "Alright Ada piss off yeah I've got her, she's alright now ain't you mousy..." Isaiah would groan, he's embarrassed by Ada pointing out his flaws but hes showing it as frustration instead. He will take her advice onboard however, he isn't that stupid.
🐀 He'll put his arm around your shoulder and squeeze you into his side steering you outside for a cigarette and some cool night air. He knows you'll be embarrassed about crying so he wants to take you somewhere quiet.
🐀 "Sorry for laughing at you doll you just took me by surprise... ain't like you is it... crying..." he'll say gently, he's sharing a cigarette with you, taking a drag or two and then placing it between your lips carefully. This is something he only does when he's trying to make you feel extra close and cosy with him.
🐀 He's quite curious about it, wants to understand why you cried, wants to know what it is about raised voices that you just can't deal with. And this curiosity isn't so that he can mock you, it's so that he can help you. He never wants to see you cry like that again so he wants to help you get over your fear...
🐀 He will offer you lots of reassurance, "you know I'm always here for you love, won't ever let anyone hurt you yeah... so even if someone does shout at you you ain't got nothin to be scared of yeah?"
🐀 He'll remind you that now you're with the Peaky Blinders you're always going to have someone near by to protect you. That men like "that cunt inside" will think twice about raising their voice at you...
🐀 Will hold your hand for the rest of the night, giving it reassuring squeezes at seemingly random moments. His affections will be subtle but constant all night and he'll make sure you feel safe.
🐀 If ever he shouts when you're nearby he'll remember himself quickly, apologising to you as soon as he can, making sure you're alright. If other Peaky lads chastise him for this he'll sock them round the back of the head no hesitations.
🐀 He's too easy going and because he doesn't want to shout at you, he avoids arguments like the plague, he'd rather just let most things slide until an issue absolutely has to be addressed because he's worried that if he gets swept into a row with you he won't be able to stop himself from losing his temper. He isn't sure yet whether this tactic is going to serve him well.
Michael
☘️ Its a heated argument, one which really give meaning to the phrase "blazing row." You and Michael are both furious with one another over a disagreement which has been stewing and bubbling away for weeks. One about Tommy Shelby and the unreasonable pressure he puts on his younger cousin.
☘️ When the row started it was because you wanted Michael to stand up to his cousin, you'd tried to encourage him to put his foot down, to start saying no every now and then when Tommy's demands crossed boundaries, but Michael didn't want to. he said you didn't understand the family, that you were sticking your nose into something which doesn't concern you.
☘️ And because you care so much about Michael you can't let go, won't back down. And because he cares about you and doesn't want you winding up in trouble Michael refuses to back down too. And thats how you end up screaming at one another in the middle of breakfast one morning.
☘️ He's so angry he doesn't notice that you aren't just shouting to match his fierce temper. He doesn't notice that you're trembling all over, that your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are wide and white - more like a deer in the headlights than a dragon.
☘️ The argument would peak with you unleashing all your fear and hurt, all your desperation into one shattering scream, "Leave me alone Michael for fuck sake leave me alone!" you shout over your shoulder when you go running off into the garden and he follows. HE doesn't listen however and it takes you picking a rock up and throwing it in his direction for him to get the message and let you go.
☘️ You run away for the rest of the day, go disappearing down the lane storming into the park up the street, finding a bench or a tree to sit beneath, hugging your knees to your chest and sobbing into your skirts.
☘️ Meanwhile at home Michael is pissed off, pacing, getting angry, damaging furniture as his temper gets the better of him. He's fuming, he can't get his head around why you ran away. Why you were so upset. . He thinks you behaved childishly and doesn't understand why you ran off like a little girl...
☘️ It takes you both a long time to calm down and when you do you really don't want to go back to the house, so you go to Polly's instead, you don't tell her about the row but you drink tea with her and wait for Michael to turn up. (Pol assures you he always comes to her when you've been fighting)
☘️ And when he does show up that evening he's been drinking whiskey and his mood is bitter and self pitying.
☘️ "Let me guess Michael my boy, you and y/n had a row... she got upset, she ran away, she..." "Came here," he smirks shaking his head with a small self deprecating smile, "hiya love..."
☘️ He won't apologise for shouting because you were shouting too, and because Michael never apologises for anything. But he will pour the two of you some tea and try to talk to you a little more softly than before.
☘️ "You worried me love, running away from me like that...gave me a scare..." "You were shouting at me," you shrug sullenly. He would be struggling not to let his temper flare again. "You were shouting at me too to be fair love... and anyway, you're not a little girl are you, you don't run away from someone just for shouting..."
☘️ You'd bristle, getting defensive, fresh tears glossing your eyes then, a painful lump in your throat when you realise he doesn't understand and maybe isn't going to.
☘️ "No," you say, voice catching in your throat, "but what kind of man likes screaming at his girl?" When you ask him that he won't be able to ignore the guilt he feels. He'll be struggling to swallow down the lump in his throat too and he'll reach for your hand across the table, brush his thumb over your knuckles as he looks you in the eyes, tries to find an unspoken equilibrium between the two of you. Something to two of you can hold onto despite your differences.
☘️ "Alright," he says finally, let's out a little sigh and squeezes your hand. "No more shouting eh how does that sound?"
☘️ When you nod your head, your smile forming slow but wide, he mirrors your warm expression and leans back in his chair, tugs your hand across the table so that you'll stand and come sit down in his lap.
☘️ "No more shouting it is then y/n," he says holding your waist in his hands, feeling closer to you at last, enjoying the comfort of your familiar shape beneath his hands. He'll point to his cheek then all, "come on love, give us a kiss eh? Forgive me?" and he'll wait until you do lean in to place a kiss on his cheek before he catches yours in his palm and steers your mouth towards his.
AN/ hope these were what you were hoping for lovely, I honestly am not sure I've done your request justice but I don't think I can write much more so sorry about that :/
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Holy Mother Of Many
Summary: You are the wife of God himself. You both made many amazing angelic children such as Lucifer and Sera, one day in many of the galaxys and cosmos problems occurred, so you set out to fix the problems while intrusting your husband with your children. But what you didn't know was when leaving many bad things would happen, making hardly any good come out of it.
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You had a relationship with the holy father God himself. You were his devine wife, the holy mother of all creations. You were together since the start of everything.
You had many devine children, one of your favorites being little Lucifer. Just seeing him when he was a baby, you knew he would have a similar personality to you. Sadly, you never got to find out due to you having to leave to do other things like glaxeys and cosmos to look after. Before you left, you instructed your husband to look after both of your creations. You then left the home you loved.
Oh, how would you regret that decision.
??? Years later
You were now working on a glaxey in your main form (which is like atleast 300ft tall) when you realized you should really take a vacay and see your husband again and all your angelic children, I mean it has been many many many many many many many years.
A few mins later, you arrived in front of heavens gates in your smol form (7 ft tall). About to walk in, you saw a blonde male at a podium. "Oh greetings, mister!" You said to the man. "Welcome to heaven ma'am! May I please get your name." The man said to you.
"Name? Why do you need my name?" You asked. "Well-" "St Peter, let me deal with this," Sera interrupted Peter and told him so while flying down from somewhere. "Yes, Sera," St Peter said, then flying away. "Wait, Sera?" You said, "Hello mother, " Sera said softly, smiling. You quickly hugged her. "Oh, Sera, my darling daughter!" You said.
You moved slightly backward so you can have eye contact with her. "Oh, sweety, you're all grown up! Im so sorry that i haven't been here!" You told Sera. "It's alright, mother," she told you. "Anyway, what's up with the whole name thing? And where's Luci? And all my other beautiful children?" You asked her.
"Let's go and talk about this somewhere else," Sera said as she telaported you both into what you assumed was her office. "Take a seat, mother," Sera told you. You listened to your daughter and sat down on the comfortable seat.
"You see Mother when you left. Father decided to sleep once i and some of the others were old enough, and he is still sleeping. When he first fell asleep, some of the oldest ones and I made a project called Earth, and we made these creatures called humans. And well... Lucifer destroyed it with childish actions. He brought evil into earth, and in turn, he created his own doman fill of that evil. He lives there, ruling the doman of evil." Sera told you.
"WHAT⁉️"
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"You know what, I'm going down there to check on him," you told Sera. "But mother," Sera began "no don't even think about it, Sera," you said, getting up. "Yes, mother," Sera said, making a portal in front of the hotel for you. "I'll talk to you more once i return," you said, entering the portal. "Yes, mother," she said not trying to upset you anymore.
"I wonder why Sera telaported me in front of a hotel." You sighed. "Oh well, he's probably in there. I can sense my boy," you said, walking up to the door.
You knocked on the door, and a few minutes later, a pink and white spider looking guy opened it and looked at you in shock. "Hey uh Vaggie there is an angel at the door!" The guy said toward what you saw to be an ex angel, going by her aura, wings, and lack of halo, at least.
"Oh shoot, I'll go get Charlie you let her get comfy," Vaggie said to the pink and white spider guy. "But isn't she busy with something important with Alastor?" The guy asked. "Oh, right! I guess I'll get Lucifer and be nice to her Angel!" Vaggie said, running up the hotel stairs. You smiled at the mention of Lucifer, You were so excited to see your son.
You now sat on the couch, which the man named Angel kindly led you to sit on and wait. While waiting, who you now learned was named Angel dust tried making small talk with you. But it did not really end up well he seemed to be nervous for some reason, but you decided not to overlook it in some way.
After a few minutes of waiting, a portal finally opened. Lucifer walked into the hotel lobby and made eye contact with you. You immediately telaported to him and tightly hugged him. "Oh Luci, my son. I'm so happy to see you again!" You told him.
"Mom? What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked you. "To see you ofcourse" You told him, holding his rosy cheeks and looking down at him. "I would have came much much earlier if I knew what happened to you all those years ago, but I intrusted your now excuse of a father to you and your siblings."
"Are you alright, though? I'm aware the... Fall. Was, alot," "Of course im alright Mom, i have a daughter now. " Your smile increased at that information. "I have a granddaughter?!" You asked Lucifer, squishing his rosy cheeks even more. "Indeed you do, mom," Lucifer told you. "Oh my word, im a grandmother! That's crazy so where is she?" You asked him.
"Well... she just walked through the doors right now. " You looked behind you seeing the splitting image of your son in a female form. You smiled cheek to cheek upon seeing this just seeing her. You knew the both had at least a similar personality.
"Dad, why is there an angel here?" His daughter asked. "Charlie, this is your grandmother." "It's nice to meet you, my granddaughter." "It's nice to meet you too. My name is Charlie, but you already know that, i have one question, though: how come i did not see you in heaven?" Charlie asked.
"Well, i was busy with a lot of work at that moment," you told her. "Oh! uhm! Can I tell you about this project im working on!?" Charlie asked you. "Sure ofcourse go ahead. I'd love to hear of such" Charlie bounced up upon hearing that and started walking you through the hotel with your son that Vaggie girl and what you sensed to be a smiling fellow behind he did not speak yet though.
You needed to wake up your husband and scoled him for his passed actions and Sera as well, but for now, you would enjoy the company of the Hazbin Hotel.
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Don't get lost P2 (Zosan x Reader)
Zoro x sanji x reader, polly relationship, reader is GN.
plot: Zoro gets lost and its up to sanji and reader to find him and bring him back but there's one problem.
warning: strong language, violence, making out, angst and fluff
Part 1
The north side of the island wasn't that busy so it should be easy to spot zoro around, unfortunately this part of town had the most dead ends but you knew that since you did chose the north side for yourself. As you walked around looking at everyone and everything trying to see if your green haired lover was there you looked down at the map trying to see a place he might be until you hear a voice "Oi" you perked up at the sound seeing none other than Zoro walking towards you. Before, you thought you would be so mad at him and give him a good telling off but now that the dreaded anxiety and worry has vanished you couldn't help but run at him and wrap your arms around his thick muscular body not caring at the cry of shock from Zoro. "You had me so worried" you say with your face in his shoulder afraid of letting go, the swards man relaxed at your words realizing that he worried you "hay i would have found my way back" He states and now the anger come, you grab him by the ear pulling him down slightly so your face to face, "You cant be serious? you get lost easily and this place is like a maze, you may have never found your way out. how lets go" you say still holding into his ear as you walk south. "Ow ow ow, ok ok just let go" Zoro protests grabbing your wrist, you stop in your tracks and turn to face him letting go of his ear, he on the other hand doesn't let go of your wrist instead he being your wrist up to his mouth and kisses it "im sorry for worrying you" he whispers slightly hoping you didn't hear him but you did and smile at his apology "lets go back to the ship" you say starting to walk south.
A few minutes of walking later you hit a dead end and have to look at the map again making zoro let go of your wrist. your fixated on the map trying to work out where you went wrong and then, you see it you took the second turn not the third, you turn to relay this to zoro only to find him gone. Panic sets in and you run the way you came looking around for him yelling his name but there was no answer and no sign of him. Great he's lost again and this time your the one who lost him.
Sanji walks around the west side of the island trying not to get distracted by any food or women around, it was hard to do so though, some of the girls here were beautiful, he tried to keep his head down and move on going down street after street until he hit a dead end. He sighs and take a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it trying to calm himself, after a few puffs he feels calm enough to start walking again and heads back the way he came only to bump into some one coming around the corner "Hay watch it" they both yell out before staring at each other, Sanji found Zoro and now he was pissed. While chewing angrily on his cigarette he grabs zoro's kimono and pulls it towards him making sure their face to face as he yells "Where the hell have you been? We told you not to leave the ship but you can't follow one simple order" Zoro's eye squint's as his anger boils grabbing the cook's shirt collar and pulling it closer getting in the man's face even more "If you haven't noticed your not the captain, i dont take orders form you" a growl leaves Sanji's lips before connecting their foreheads "Well if you had listened to me or Y/N then we wouldn't be out here looking for you." It's lucky no one is around to see this argument take place but even if their were the two wouldn't care and would most likely tell anyone who interrupts to fuck off. "Well for your information curly brows, i already saw Y/N and they seemed pretty happy to see me unlike you." Zoro yells shoving the cook away from him and fixing his kimono.
Sanji signs and fixes his jacket readjusting the cigarette in his mouth "Don't get me wrong i am happy to see you. I just don't want you getting lost again. If you've seen Y/N than that means you lost them on the way back to the ship" he states finishing off his cigarette and stamping out on the ground. Zoro watches and runs a hand over his head, looking away to hide the slight blush on his face "Actually they lost me", Sanji raises an eyebrow at the comment before braking out in laughter "What's so funny?" The swards man yells in shock redness now covering his cheeks as Sanji wipe away a tear and starts to calm down. "Damn you moss head" The cook whispers under his breath approaching Zoro and wrapping his around around his neck pulling the green haired man in for a hug. it doesn't take long for zoro to hug back "im sorry" Zoro mutters before pulling away the redness fading form his face "so how do we get back?".
After checking out the map and making sure Zoro doesn't wonder off sanji checks his watch "Oh shit" he lets out gaining the sward man's attention "its almost 1, I should have been back by 12" clinging onto zoro's arm sanji rushes threw the streets trying to get back to the ship as quickly as he can, Zoro not understanding the rush is getting pulled along, He was going to ask what the rush was for but the look on the cook's face said all he needed to know. they were both in trouble.
After not finding Zoro again you made your way back to the ship finding chopper waiting, the little reindeer perked up at seeing you but it soon faded into a frown when he realized Zoro wasn't with you "I did find him but i lost him again. I should have held onto him" you say before sitting down on the side of the ship, Chopper joined you hopping up on the railing beside you. As the minutes went buy you started to tense, Sanji wasn't back yet. After half an hour you couldn't take it any more and got up only being stopped by chopper grabbing onto the sleeve of your jacket "Don't if you get lost too then..... I'm sure he'll be back, maybe he found Zoro on the way back and that's what's taking so long" The Doctor didn't want anyone else to leave, the others hadn't come back for lunch yet so they'ed have to wait to send out a search part. You take a breath trying to clam yourself, worry and sadness fills your heart, you know that if you don't calm down now a panic attack will hit you. Chopper seems to notice the change of breath and heart beat sending him into Doctor mode "Sit down, I'll get some stuff for you. i'll be back" The reindeer jumps and runs off as fast as he can, you only just sit down on the deck your back to the railing of the ship when Chopper run's back, blanket in his arms and some kind of bottle.
The doctor wraps you up in the blanket and hands you the bottle "Its a smelling salt i found on our last island It should help to calm you down" he says undoing the cap for you, a sweet smell fill's your senses with a mixture of cinnamon, lavender and Coconut, a strange combination but it worked to calm you down, your shoulders relaxed and the knot in your stomach fading away. Chopper joined you under the blanket cuddling into you, the fluffiness of his fur also helps to calm you down. "Thank you Dr. Chopper" you whisper to him, the doctor looks up at you with a big smile "Calling me Doctor doesn't make me happy or anything you idiot".
Half an hour goes by and the sound of voices hit's your ears. You get up from the floor leaving a now sleeping chopper in the blanket. Honestly you expected to see some of the crew coming back for lunch only to see Sanji and Zoro coming up the dock. You'r heart fills with joy at seeing the two but tears start to sting your eyes threatening to fill them and flow down your face. Your legs move before you can tell them too, running off the ship and down to them spreading your arms out to crash into them both pulling them into you. The relief you feel at the contact knowing both of them are safe and back makes you break. Tears stream down you face letting out little sobs. Both boys hold you tight to them "Hay hay love its ok, don't cry where here now" Sanji says panicking that he made you cry. Zoro manages to pull you away enough to look at him. he places a hand on your tear stained cheek running his thumb under your eye to wipe away the tears. Words dont need to be said, you can tell he's sorry. "There we go my love, no more tears" Sanji says seeing the tears stop falling all togeather, your attention turns to Sanji who has a small smile on his face "What took you so long? i was worried you got lost too" you state, your throat slightly dry form the crying and the sting of salt form the tears that fell over your lips. "I lost track of time, im sorry but at least i found our love" The cook reply's placing a thumb over your lips and wiping the salty tear stains away from them.
The moment was cut short by a surprised shout from behind you, Chopper came running up behind you and ran to Zoro hugging his leg and crying his poor little heart out, apologizing over and over again. Zoro reaches down and pets the doctors head before waking back to the ship Sanji still clinging onto his arm, poor chopper holding onto Zoro's leg all the way along while You take zoro's other hand and walk back to the ship heading to the kitchen. On the way you pick up the blanket and the bottle from before taking it with you. It takes a while for zoro to get chopper off of his leg and to stop crying with no help from you or Sanji, honestly there would be no point in helping, Chopper was only focused on the swordsman no one else. The Doctor soon relaxed and sat in the seat next to Zoro feeling tired from all the crying, wanting to repay choppers kindness from before you place the blanket on the reindeer and the bottle on the table hoping it will make him feel batter. The tired reindeer pulls the blanket closer and closes his eyes to take a nap, soon little snores leaving his mouth. Sanji was preparing dinner as quickly as he can since it was later than it should be. "The others aren't back yet Sanji so dont worry, luffy's not gonna be bothering you" you say seeming to make the cook relax a bit, as much as you all love your captain he can be a big handful when it comes to meal times.
You walk over to Zoro who is leaning back in his chair and you take the perfect opportunity to climb onto his lap straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his neck burying your face in his neck. He immediately wraps one arm around you waist and the other hand runs threw your hair "you really missed me, hu?" You can feel his cocky smile near your ear "I hate you some times...... Don't leave me again" you whisper into his neck, the swards man lets out a sigh placing his hand on you cheek and moving your head to face him his nose brushing against yours. "I'll try but you know me" he says with a wink before placing his lips on yours, the kiss was sweet at first before he shoves his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, the taste of salt from your past tears being replaced by him, just him. he explores your mouth with a slight hum running his hand threw your hair. unfortunately air is needed and you both pull away leaving you both panting for breath. A giggle of sorts comes form behind you too seeing Sanji standing there with drinks in hand "You want some too cook?" Zoro asks leaning his head back to look up at Sanji who places the drinks down on the table. "How can i refuse?" Sanji states before bending down to kiss the swards man. Zoro again deepening the kiss buy shoving his tongue into the cooks mouth humming slightly at how easy it was for him to do so. Sanji try's to pull away after a little bit but Zoro grabs his tie pulling him back down. you giggle at the two as they brake apart "I have to get back to cooking" Sanji states with a slight pout but not stopping Zoro from pulling on his tie. "Just a few more minutes" The sward man whispers giving both of you a cocky smile.
Your both so happy to have your moss head back.
Thank you so much for reading i hope you like. please tell me what you think. i have more on the way with this ship and Zolu x reader.
#one piece imagine#one piece#sanji x zoro#zoro x sanji#zoro x reader#roronoa zoro#sanji x reader#vinsmoke sanji#polly relationship#Zoro x sanji x reader#Zosan x reader#Zosan
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Hello💗💗💗, I was wondering if you could write headcanons about König, (fluffy and spicy), I haven't seen to much of him, so I would really appreciate it.
Kiss, kiss👄
OH HOHOHOHO ANON THX FOR FREEDOM! Alright, I read Wikipedia. Now let's get to this! IM SORRY IF I BUTCHERED HIM VERY LIMITED INFO
WARNING AFTER THE FLUFFY IS SOME SPOICY AND DOES MENTION KINK NOT IN SPECIFIC BUT YEAG
ALSO READER IS FEMALE
We Gonna start sweet~
Meeting:
+You met him on a mission and he caught your attention! You knew he wasn't very chatty but that was no biggie.
+ You accidentally scared him off cause he isn't used to such attention. Poor baby needed a minute.
+You didn't know but you thought he just didn't like you.
+When you stopped talking to him, he would search you out. Cause he liked to listen and no one talks to him.
+ you got the hint after a bit of him making very subtle hints.
Relationship:
+Definitely a friends before lovers thing going on here.
+Not even being his closest friend, you barely saw him without his face covered. EVEN DATING, IT TOOK HIM A YEAR! Then again, I do not blame him.
+ If he shows you his face, you are under oath to not tell a single soul. If he shows you his face, HE TRUSTS YOU WITH HIS LIFE! YOU COULD NEVER BREAK THAT!!
+You really get him to reach the limits of his comfort zones when it comes to PDA. He really likes it but he's much too scared to initiate it himself.
+ Bubbly GF with tall intimidating BF All the way. Sir scared men away for miles and not a single soul knows he's such a sweetheart.
+very much a gentleman, the Gentlest of man's ever FR FR!
+YOU TWO ALSO HAVE POKE BATTLES! POKING EACH OTHER RAPIDLY TILL SOMEONE CANT TAKE IT. Mainly you, cause this man plays a dirty poke game...
+he loves to listen to you talk about your day while he does his various hobbies.
+Once you finish he like to show you what he did. Most of the time its really cool and he’s so proud of himself when you like what he did.
Comforting:
+Comforting each other was def a challenge for both of you. König has to reach out of his comfort zone to be there for you when you needed him most and you comfort König without overwhelming him and making it worse.
+It took a few months to get it down for both of you.
+When he is stressed he realized soft reassuring touch helps him a lot. Touch is huge for him and luckily you saw no problem with that.
+The best way to calm him down is in a private place, remove his helmet, and rub his head. Running your fingers through his hair.
+for you, he tries his best to be ideal but, in the happenstance where he can't, he will still be with you the entire time. Listening intently to all your issues, he knows he can't fix all your issues and cure all your pain. But he wishes to help you love your scars and carry your baggage.
+You two rely on each other, and to him, he can't see it any other way. He is overjoyed by having someone willing to understand and learn how to help him.
+In turn, he is your forever, he hasn't told you yet but it's in his head already. He isn't leaving and is def ready to kill for you.
OKAY OKAY
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NOW ITS TIME FOR SOME RANDOM SPICY SHIT
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LOOK AWAY CHILDREN
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BEGONE NOW
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OKAY, they should be gone
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I REPEAT NO KIDS! NADA YOU HAVE HAD PLENTY WARNING FROM THIS POINT.
Okay spicy time:
X König I could see as a switch.. but I'm more leaning to a bottom. If he had to dom he’d be the softest dom ever.
X being dom scared him cause he doesn’t want to hurt you and that terrifies him. You reassured him that's its okay and he can try if he wants.
X HE DID WANT TOO
X Surprisingly, he handles himself well. I mean r e a l well. Like you were screaming in pleasure well. That surprised you alot.
X “are you sure you never done this?” He only nodded back.
X when you top, he melt. By the end of the night he’s so high of bliss that it takes him a minute to move.
X and if you wanna know, yes, he is packin’. A real good balance of length and girth.
X about kinks though, he has some he wants to do. But he doesn’t tell you till you asked him. What chocked you most is how much he wanted to try. Like a list…
X NOT THAT YOU WERE AGAINST IT!
X You went through marking all the ones you didnt feel comfy with and he was very hap. He now refers to his “To do list of Sexy time things” when he feels spicy.
#könig#call of duty modern warfare 2022#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#cod#modern warfare#cod mw#cod mw22#könig HCs
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for the ask game: shoyo + childhood friends to lovers
weeee thank you for playing! this is kinda all over the place bc i have (shockingly) never thought about this trope w hinata 😭😭😭 i always slut him out in my head tee hee. not that i haven't slutted him out here too.
cw: childhood friends to lovers, sexual tension, making out, that's about it
hanging out with hinata at twenty is different than hanging out with him at thirteen. what used to be easy and childlike, now has a deeply rooted tension that places itself in between all of your actions and conversation.
since graduating high school, hinata has grown big. two years in brazil left him broad and tan, with defined thighs and calves, and smooth back muscles that you can see under the thin t-shirt he wears. his arm, muscled and defined, sits around you on the couch and you find yourself strangely aware of his proximity to you.
you'd been feeling it for a while, this new anxious feeling he brings with him. you've started noticing the way people look at him, how girls look at him. the definition of his muscles and the flirtatious way he carries himself has become impossible to ignore and you find that the fire in your belly is alight more often than it is calm. desire makes it's way up your throat, where it lodges itself as it threatens to have you spilling your want into his ear and down his throat.
if hinata notices the change, he's good at hiding it, even going so far as to pull you into his chest while you watch whatever is on the tv. his touches are the same and, while they linger, they've never overstepped. if he wants you the way you want him, you'd never be able to tell. still, desire bites at your stomach and you find it everywhere. it's in the way he looks at you, in the way he touches you, in the lingering glances and insinuating statements. all of it sends you syrupy and leaves you trying to push the familiar feeling of want away.
maybe you're just perverted. maybe you're just letting your mind run wild, thinking about his arm around your shoulder and the way his chest feels against the side of your head. maybe you're the one with the problem, imagining the way his hands would feel running up your sides and the sounds he'd make if you let him.
hinata offers you some of the snacks on the table and then, just before you grab it, he yanks it away. his laugh bubbles up from his chest and you pound it with your fist, rolling your eyes.
"the hell was that for?" you snort.
"dunno," he shrugs, looking at you. "you're being a little weird. i wanted to try and like... fix that?"
"weird how?" you stiffen, distracting yourself by trying to grab the snack which he's holding out of your reach.
he says your name and you ignore him, grasping again at the bag.
"___," he says, grabbing your wrist with his free hand. you turn to face him and he's staring directly at you, his expression serious. "you haven't looked at me once in the last hour."
you feel your face heat, stomach flipping from the tone of his voice and try to wiggle your wrist from his grasp.
"what are you talking about?" you laugh.
"that!" he exclaims, letting go of your hand. "im talking about that! you barely looked at me just now, dude. what's wrong?"
i thought too hard about your penis and now i'm a little embarrassed about it. "literally nothing, i didn't even realize i was doing that."
"liar," he says.
"m'not lying," you push back.
he looks at you for a second and you bite your tongue, glancing back at him and fighting yourself to keep your eyes focused on his. it's hard. hinata has eyes that look directly at you. they're genuine and his gaze, no matter the emotion, feels heavy.
"i like it when you look at me," he says, a little softer this time.
you don't really know what to say, furrowing your eyebrows as he leans forward a bit.
"especially lately," he adds, and you notice the red creeping up onto his face. "kinda like i make you nervous now. do i make you nervous, ___?"
"shoyo...?" you lean back, trying to calm the way your heart hammers in your chest. this is not the boy you knew at thirteen. this is a man.
"you've gotten really pretty," he says softly, desperately. he reaches for you, his fingers trembling slightly. you instantly reach out to steady them.
hinata's face is merely an inch from yours and your chin is tucked down to your chest. his weight is shifted forward against you and he has one hand secured around your wrist with his finger against your palm and the other gripped tightly in your grasp.
"am i about to fuck something up?" he asks softly, uncharacteristically so.
you pause and then shake your head. by the time you've registered your own answer, his mouth is on yours. hinata kisses you hungrily, moving his lips with yours and reaching to tilt your chin up towards him. when he does, you open your mouth and let his tongue in, screwing your eyes shut as he licks into your mouth.
you knot your hands into his shirt and pull him closer, a rush of desire flooding your lower stomach as he pulls himself up and on top of you. you pull at the fabric covering his back, sitting up further to push him back and onto his back. he groans into your mouth when you do and it sets you on fire.
his fingers streak across your back and hips and shoulders. they ignite you and burn, touching all of the places you'd always imagined him touching. you let yourself tilt his head up, biting at his bottom lip while he digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass and eagerly gives whatever you've wanted to take from him.
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sksjskdjskij lovesick!Eddie trying to paint reader's nails but he's distracted by the overwhelming urge to kiss their fingers, knuckles, wrist etc skfaksldj
this this this this @uglypastels got a dm about how much i loved this idea I hope ive done it justice
"that's like the twelfth kiss you've given me since we started this" you responded to the chaste kiss placed against the back of your palm, his lips running over the thin and delicate skin almost in fear of breaking it
"im not sorry" eddie peeked up at you, his soft eyes peeking at you from beneath his curly bangs "just can't help myself round you"
there was absolutely no way you could say no to him, even though it was making the process of painting your nails unbearably long
"ok let me see..." he grabbed at your hand so he could angle your fingers better, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, you could see the quick flash of a wicked grin form on his lips before they pressed another kiss to the back of your hand, and one on your wrist, and the inside of your wrist, and up your arm
"eddieeee" the whine wasn't anything more than playful, you made no attempt to push him away or take your hand back
"no... let me have my fun"
"can we at least finish my nails?"
"one more?" the pleading look in his eyes was all you needed to see, you were done for completely, responding only with a quiet and simple nod, your eyes not wanting to leave his
rough and calloused fingers grasped at your wrist with the most care eddie could possibly muster, turning it slightly, the leather cuff decorating his wrist contrasting with the delicate and dainty bracelet eddie had placed on your wrist some weeks ago
his lips pressed against your pulse point, lingering over the skin for the few fleeting moments he was taking up, but if he'd asked you probably would have granted him enough fleeting moments to fill a lifetime and maybe some more after that
"thank you" he breathed with his lips still millimeters away from your skin, thanking you for being allowed to give you a kiss, something only eddie would think of to do
but he wasn't so quick to let go deciding to steal a few more moments, his fingers still lingering along your hand, the rough pad of his thumb tracing your fingers, your knuckles, before stopping just at the knuckle of your ring finger
"what you looking at?"
"nothing"
"and that's a problem?"
"exactly that's the problem, there's nothing here to look at, buuuut don't worry i have some ideas to fix that"
send lovesick eddie thoughts!! comments reblogs and feedback is always appreciate and encouraged <33
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Playing The Odds: Herman Kozik x Reader
Tagging: @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @words-and-seeds @danzer8705 @yourwinchesterbros @mysoulisasunflower
When Kozik first meets you, it’s because you’ve come to his door asking for your basketball back. You’ve been shooting hoops in your yard trying to decompress when you’d bounced it over the wall and into your neighbour’s garden. When he sees you there, in an old Linkin Park t-shirt and bike shorts he thinks he falls in love. He’s been in Sonora just shy twenty-four hours and already his life has changed completely.
His place is a mess, there are boxes everywhere half unpacked, he can’t find most of the stuff he needs because his brother Nate helped him move and Nate is fucking terrible. There’s no order to the items he’s shoved in each cardboard box, and it drives Kozik insane.
“You should get out the house a little bit.” You tell him when he hands you back the orange ball. “You look like you’re going a little stir crazy.”
His palm rubs over the back of his neck, he has that itch, the one he always gets when he needs a fix. He’s been clean a eight years now but sometimes he can still feel it scratching away at the surface of his brain. He wonders if you recognise the restlessness inside him. Junkies tend to find each other but he doesn’t see any of the tell-tale signs on your skin, you look healthy, vibrant, alive.
“Come to the court around the corner, shoot a couple of hoops with me.” You request, jerking your head in the direction of the court. You’re the first person he’s met in the neighbourhood, and he already knows he’d follow you anywhere.
To be fair, it’s a nice court, not one of the run-down ones he’s used to playing on back in Tacoma, the tarmac smells fresh and he can see it practically sizzling in the afternoon sun. The two of you must be mental to play in this heat, but there’s something in you, something that tells him you need to get out of your own head as much as he does.
You play one and one, and he finds it exhilarating because you aren’t scared to get up in his face despite his size and your trash talk…
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He teases you, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. You shoot him the middle finger before pulling the twenty-dollar bill from the strap of your sports bra and flaunting it in his face.
“Remember when you used to have twenty bucks.”
Yea, you hustled him good.
Where he’s got the height and the range, you have the speed. You run rings around him, while he blocks your shots. The problem is he’s rusty. He hasn’t played since his last stint in prison a few years ago, but in a way it’s like flexing old muscles, his body remembers the moves it just takes a while for it to translate. When he bumps you, it isn’t intentional. He knows you’re going to take a tumble before it happens. He’s 6’1 and built like a brick shit house, you have no chance. He loops his arm around your waist, hauling you against him as your balance wavers.
The feel of his body against yours, that raw power and the hard plains of muscle…
You’re a goner even before those brilliant blue eyes meet yours.
“You good?” He asks, concern etched into his features as he studies your face.
Your breathings a little ragged, you can’t tell if it’s from the game or the proximity. There’s a deep throb inside of you, a heated ache that starts between your legs and rushes through your body like a narcotic. You want to pull away and you want to kiss him all at the same time, it’s a war inside of you, a tempest of visceral yearning and self-preservation because the last thing you want right now is to get involved with someone, even if it is this man, the one who makes you feel like there’s an electrical current zapping through your synapses.
“You gonna let me take you out?” He asks as he releases you from his grasp.
You step away, picking the ball up from where it’s rolled before bouncing it off the tarmac below your feet.
“I don’t know.” You tell him honestly, dipping your knees and lowering into an offence stance. “Now’s not really a great time for me.”
“It’s not a great time for me either.” He responds, following your lead and spreading his hands into a defensive position. “But a guy’s gotta eat.”
There’s something in the way he says it, the left corner of his mouth quirks up as your skin flushes and before you know it, the ball is out of your hands and sailing through the hoop. You give him a look and he shoots you one back.
It looks like you aren’t the only one doing a little hustling.
“Best of three.” You say to him as you reclaim the ball. “You win, you can take me out. You lose and I double my money.”
What Kozik hasn’t told you is that he almost went pro before he got addicted to coke, he’d had a scholarship lined up and everything. These past few games you’ve played, they’re just a warmup, a way of shaking the dust off because now he’s got something to aim for, an actual goal to achieve and that rallies him. He grins at you and it’s like you’re seeing the sun appear over the horizon for the first time since your life caved in on itself.
“You know what?” He says that vibrant blue eyes focusing on yours. “I really like my odds.”
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Nice to see that apparently we’ve all read it runs in the family. It was my guilty pleasure fic and i didn’t expect to see other people talking about it. I started reading it like a month after i got into bad and dsmp and i was /obsessed/. It’s one of those fics that changes your brain chemistry and makes you stare at a wall after reading it. To this day im still subbed to it on the off chance that it gets another chapter.
like genuinely its an enamoring fic it has an odd premise but like the author has so much potential in, like, being able to write genuinely engaging narratives. i'm shocked at how much setup is put into the work and you can tell where the narrative is going in a way that's like watching a trainwreck. You know exactly where it is going but the journey of getting there is so fascinating to watch.
anyway i want to ramble about what i liked and what i didn't like in the fic. so. huge reader discretion advised, go look at the other warnings i posted about this fic before reading this (also spoilers for the fic ahead)
like part of its most interesting facets is it is one of the few fics that tackles this sort of heavy subject matter of assault and kidnapping and doesn't really shy away from how genuinely negative it is and can be. like don't get me wrong ive enjoyed other psychological horror before, but it was, like, nice? to see the "pets" all be like genuinely upset and respond realistically to the situation they're in. no "they really like it secretly" undertone.
not a criticism but my favorite part of this story is the random ass normal human names they try to give everyone. they made skeppy have a white ass last name. bbh's name is Bad Halo. purpled doesn't even show up but his name is mentioned to be, like, "nolan purpled but he goes by purpled because his cheating whore of a mom named him nolan and he hates her" genuinely funniest line of the whole fic one of my favorites i can never ever forget it. i need to find all the human names in this theyre so fucking funny.
also badboyhalo? while he IS woobified and made much more demure and defanged, he's still like... that IS badboyhalo. his moments of complete suspicion at every encounter. his doubting. refusal to break the mould and rock the boat out if fear something bad would happen. VERY badboyhalo sentiments. also the fact the writer knew about skephalo divorce. going to be honest, looking at how their other work contains a6d, i think the writer was/is a bbh watcher. and then the schlatthalo. the fact they made schlatt ask to curse? and then bbh laughed when he did? this person understood both of these guys. they did their homework. schlatt isn't a megalomaniac evil villain one note. i don't know if i'd call both of them "in character" per say, but i can definitely say they had consistent characterization and i could understand how their characters got to these versions.
also the technohalo multifaceted concept? techno seeing bbh as too innocent? putting bbh on a pedestal and denying his humanity in that way? WILD. the setup and writing was all there for, like, bbh using his body and manipulating techno to turn against phil.
like the good parts of this fic are such crazy highs and peaks it makes the lows look so much worse.
speaking of which: wilbur soot.
by god is wilbur soot not a character, he is a force of nature and just continuous digging deeper on trying to fix a problem the writer accidentally started. none of sbi really are fleshed out or rounded characters, but wilbur soot is like by far getting the worst treatment. im not even a wilbur fan LOL.
he's supposed to be a schizophrenic serial killer which already isn't a great start, and then you watch the writer realize the issue and try to fix what they've started. this is when schizophrenic medicated slimecicle comes in. followed by badboyhalo looking at the camera and going Not All Mentally Ill People Are Bad. which was just really funny in such a morbid way. but then the writer DOES go in an interesting direction with phil denying his condition and refusing to help him get medicated. however with the slimecicle medicated moment it comes off as a medication = The Good Mentally Ill Person narrative. genuinely i dont know how id solve the wilbur issue without extensive rewriting. he's just a mess.
phil i think is one of the most interesting of sbi, being made into a central antagonist and a genuinely good villain. his scenes have well made tension and poses actual threat and stakes to the narrative. he's a good villain! techno has an interesting arc with bbh but just isn't given enough screentime and doesn't have much beyond "brute to be manipulated" which sucks a little. tommy is tommy. only one of sbi i could see not dying in a fire at the end. wilbur, despite his other issues is a narrative driver with his capriciousness, but the schizophrenia plotline is such a mess that he just is not a person here, he's a plot device more than anything.
more abstractly i do wish they committed and, like, had sex scenes or were blatant about sex happening. like they keep dancing around it but so much of the fic does not make sense if sex isn't what's occurring here. like i get subtlety if the avoidance of sex is what they're aiming for! but its okay to, like, maybe make it more clear whatever techno and bbh have going on is obviously sexual, because that can be used to advance the narrative and make it more clear bbh is using his body to manipulate here, because that'd be a good plot point to continue the themes and motifs of the story. i also just do not know how else to interpret the relationship lol.
my other biggest criticism is make it less misogynistic. the only three named women are the dead samsung smart fridge (who is now a dead mom named samantha), minx the alcoholic witness, and puffy, who is somehow ranboo's mom. like the ableism is horrific here but its so over the top stupid in the ableism, while the misogyny is subtle and just reeks. genuinely why is puffy ranboo's mom that sucks so fucking bad. make her be his aunt or guardian or something. but mom? c'mon.
i rambled way too long lol there's more i can say but this fic is my roman empire. the writer has so much potential but just needs more life experience to understand mental illness and misogyny. also a beta reader to fix their formatting. and maybe make their dialogue more human. shoutout to ranboo giving his name and phone number to tommy after tommy literally fucking tells him he'd "make a beautiful corpse" CRAZY exchange. no human would do that.
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Gt Big Bend - Chapter 26 - Revelations
Cw: cursing, violence, death (non graphic)
Word count: 1440
Previous chapter
Dave
I heard Angie inhale sharply, but I kept my gaze fixed on the ground in front of me. I had never spoken about what had happened before - hell, I’d spent the better part of the last decade trying to forget about it. It was too late to go back now, though. I could practically feel Angie’s eyes boring into me as she waited for me to continue.
“I - my grandpa used to live in this cabin, in the middle of nowhere,” I started, trying to force myself to keep my voice steady. “When I was a kid, I’d go there in the summers sometimes. He’d take me hiking, and fishing, and camping, just the two of us. It was what made me want to become a ranger, actually. At least until what happened when I was 12. My grandpa had started letting me explore the woods around his property more and more as I’d gotten older, and on this particular day I wandered further than I’d been before, real deep into the mountains in this section of woods that had been ravaged by wildfires a few years prior. I spent the first part of the morning looking around the burnt remains of the woods, enthralled by the almost otherworldly appearance they had. I didn’t find anything too interesting at first. Some trash, plenty of charred wood. At one point, I saw a campsite off in the distance. I purposefully went in the opposite direction from it, not wanting to run into anyone else. It was around lunch time that it seemed like my exploration was finally paying off. I found this cave near a cliff face, and curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to see how deep it went. Stupid, I know, but that decision ended up saving my life.”
11 years ago
My flashlight only lit up a thin strip of rock in front of me, darkness otherwise consuming the narrow passageway. I glanced back over my shoulder. I shouldn’t go too far - I had no idea how long this cave went on for, or what types of animals might have decided to call it home. Still, standing at the entrance, on my own, I felt like one of those explorers from various adventure movies I’d seen. It wouldn’t hurt to go a little further in, I decided. After all , I was almost 13, which was practically an adult - at least im my mind - and practically an adult meant I was old enough to do so, and old enough to handle whatever trouble I might find in there. My sense of bravado didn’t last long, though, for moments later, everything around me shook.
My first thought was that it was an earthquake. Those weren’t common at my grandpa’s cabin, but my parents lived in California, so I had some experience with them. The shaking outside wasn’t like the earthquakes I’d experienced before, though. My first thought was that I should get out of the cave. In case it collapsed. Before I could do so, though, a figure appeared from behind the hills across from the cave. It looked almost human in shape, but there was one major problem with that. The figure towered over the burnt remains of the trees, easily reaching over a hundred feet high. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I’d heard about giants existing on Earth, but I’d been told the ‘smaller’ ones were the only ones I’d likely ever meet.
The figure in front of me was not one of the smaller ones.
Which means they’re an aphirial.
I felt my blood run cold at that realization. The figure drew closer, now fully visible from behind the hill. It was a man, a strikingly human looming man with pale skin and equally pale hair. He hadn’t seen me yet, namely because his attention seemed focused on something else.
Someone else, I realized moments later. There was a smaller figure across the burnt expanse as well. I almost didn’t notice them in comparison to the giant. The giant, however, had definitely noticed them. They had obviously noticed the giant as well. They were attempting to run away, an attempt that was quickly cut short as the giant caught up with them in ease, blocking their path with one foot. They were yelling something. I couldn’t make out what it was from my distance. I could, however, make out the giant’s voice. It boomed clearly across the expanse between us.
“Now what do we have here?”
I found myself frozen in place. My heart was beating so loudly I half expected both the human and the giant to notice me. Fortunately - or unfortunately for the human - the giant’s attention was focused solely on them. I watched in horror as the giant crouched down, picking the human up by one arm. The human struggled futiely against their grip. The giant raised them up so they were level with his comparatively huge face. They were still yelling, though I suspected it was more panicked screams than actual words at this point.
“So, I take it you’re the one that little campsite belongs to?”
If the human replied, I couldn’t make it out.
“You know, I’ve never seen a human up close before. You’re smaller than I imagined,” the giant said, looking unconcerned at the human’s panic. I felt like my own almost matched theirs. I desperately wanted to turn and run, but I found myself rooted to the stone floor of the cave as I watched the scene unfold.
I didn’t think it was possible for my level of horror to increase anymore. That assumption was proven wrong as I watched the human continue, jerking upwards in the giant’s grip. The sudden movement apparently caught the giant off guard. Things seemed to happen in slow motion after that. The human’s arm slipped from between the giants fingers. I watched as their small form plummeted to the ground. The giant crouched down, still looking unpertubed. When he picked the human up again, they were limp.
“Shame,” I heard him murmur. I wasn’t sure why that was what broke me from my trance, but I found myself able to move again. I scrambled towards the back of the cave, not stopping until I felt cold rock against my back. Then I started to sob. I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there, but when I finally found the courage to make my way to the front of the cave again, it was dark out. I hurried home after that, half expecting the giant to appear from the shadows and scoop me up at any minute.
That didn’t happen, though. Instead, I arrived home to find my grandfather organizing a search for me, having grown worried when I didn’t return by nightfall. He asked where I’d been. I found myself unable to tell him, unable to recount what I’d seen. I wasn’t sure anyone would believe me anyways - aphirials weren’t supposed to be on this planet, after all. So I just said I’d gotten turned around, and it had taken me a while to find my way back home. The story that I’d gotten lost accounted well enough for the fright still shimmering in my eyes, and my grandfather accepted the explanation. I was banned from exploring the woods for the rest of the summer, something I hardly minded at that point. I waited for weeks after that to hear something about a disappearance, the guilt of my silence growing. Fear of what moght happen if I did say something kept me quiet, though. Fear of being disbelieved, fear of being called crazy. Or, even worse, Fear of having to face that what I saw really happened. I never did hear anything. Eventually the summer came to an end, and I went back to California. Still, I couldn't forget what I’d seen. No matter how much I tried to.
Present day
I finished my story, realizing that tears were freely running down my cheeks.
“Fuck,” Angie said. “That’s-“
“Yeah. I-I’ve never told anyone that before,” I said quietly.
“Thank you for trusting me with that,” she said softly. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like. Seeing that, keeping that to yourself for this long.”
“I wish I hadn’t sometimes,” I said quietly.
We were both quiet. After several moments, Angie broke the silence.
“You don’t have to answer this, but…why on earth did you agree to work with Easton after that?”
I’d asked myself that same question thousands of times, and I had yet to find an actual answer. “I don’t know,” I said. “Face your fears, I guess?”
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I liked your last female reader x reader you did I was wondering when your requests are open I was thinking Pirate Hunter X Female Reader or a Midevil Hunter but he will be a king.
I love both bbg but the idea of hunter being a king is appealing to me <3 (also its spelt medieval) and I don't know traditional coronations so whoopies 🥲😘💀
My Plan
Summery: You attempt to rob the newly crowned king, King Hunter, in a covert of 'robin hood's.
Warnings: Swearing, blood/bruising,
A/n: This is not proofread (We die like clones) and Im known to screw my tenses' up so warning to anyone who notices that 😘💅 also Alex is some random dude I just had to name 💔🧍
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The crowds cheered, and roared as they watched the crown being raised into the air. They die down and silence covers the people like a blanket.
"Today!" The wielder of the crown yelled his voice practically ringing across the kingdom. "Today! A Prince, Prince Hunter... becomes... a KING!"
The crowd erupted into cheers once again, but I on the other hand, frowned. Glaring straight at the new king. He doesn't know what it was like to live like this. To live like rats in a scrapyard full of dogs.
He'll have a party that could feed everyone in our ranks. Hog. I sneer and turn away, dropping down from the tree I was perched on. I push past some swooning women, continuing on away, glaring at the bold but mostly keeping my head down.
Over the years, our ranks have adapted the name, 'The hoods', because we do Robin hoods work. The story book tale? We represent what that tale taught many.
I have planned for this, the coronation will bring so much gold to the kingdom from all the supporting kingdoms, that are of course part of ours. Those dogs that live in their ivory towers deserve nothing more than the sewers. The rats.
The people, that make this kingdom whole, deserve every penny and more. Its why we're going to commit everything to making sure this works. It has too.
Tonight, when the mighty new king is talking up his many servants and high ups that are attending his feast, we strike... take him for all his money, and give it to the poor who need it.
I gaze up at the horizon, the purple and orange hues blending together. I smile lightly, admiring the scene in front of me. Like calm before the storm.
I huff, ripping my gaze from the sky as I walk away from the raging crowds and the newly crowned king. He might become a bigger problem than his father, he did of course used to command the military.
Some people in our ranks had run ins with him or his close-knit team. I did see them at the coronation... I must say they all are quite some warriors. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts so I can focus. Focus on tonight.
The afternoon slips from me and next thing I know I'm knocking on the door. I heard locks clack and then the hard wood opened with a loud creak.
"Good to know your joining us. We're just waiting for our bait to show." He spoke up, his eyes unmoving from the plans that lay on the table. I hummed and did a once over of everyone. This was tighter than normal jobs. Everyone was serious. Tense. But I can't blame them, we're about to go for our biggest job yet, and it's against our new king.
The door creaks once more and the light banter and subtle chatter vanishes. Boots clack in an odd pattern as she nervously walks up to the table.
"Now that we are all here, I'd like everyone to pay full attention. If one thing doesn't go to plan this whole operation may as well fail." He started up, his voice booming in the house.
After the long dragged-out meeting, many departed. scattering throughout the city, readying themselves for their roles in the giant elaborate plan.
The crackle of far away thunder pulls me from my wondering thoughts. Everyone had already scattered, getting in position for either the distraction or-
"Get up" Alex ordered, knocking my feet off the table where they rested. I fix my posture and readjust my jacket, casting my gaze at Alex expectantly.
My hand twitches, even though I brewed this plan, Alex took it up to the Robins and took credit. He thought he could take my plan out of under my nose and then order me around like a slave?
"I said get up," Alex growled, "Everyone is in position, we need to start."
I frowned, glaring at the floor as I pulled myself up from the chair,
"Fine."
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Time passed quickly and the night grew colder, the festival was now in full swing. Me and Alex pushed through the crowd, waiting for my plan to unleash.
Instead, four knights came running this way, heavy armour and all. Alex yelped and slithered away between the people. I, on the other hand didn't get time to run before a large armour clad knight tackled me.
A sickening crack sounded, my shoulder jarring out of its usual position. A agonised yelp left my lips before I could stop it. The only thing I found comfort in now, was the cold floor.
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"What were you doing at the festival that night, Hood?" A slimmer knight questioned me now, it was all a blur from the cold floor to this uncomfortable chair.
"Listen peg arm, None of you had the courtesy to at least put my shoulder back in place. What makes you think I like you better now?" I snapped, my glare permanently drilling into his helmet.
"Answer the question and I'll get the doctor." He hissed,
"I. Would. Rather. Die." I growled, spitting in his general direction for good measure. The man growled out what I could only guess was curses, but it was in another language.
His blurry figure flicked his hand, I think, and stood up. I blinked, trying to focus. He huffed and stomped to the gate, the metal groaned as it moved.
A loud echoing clang sounded as the mysterious man slammed the heavy door. I relished the silence while it lasted, letting my head hang. A dull throb in my shoulder was the only reminder that I wasn't dead.
Some time passed before the clacking of boots sounded down the hall. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the chair again.
My vision had mostly cleared so I could recognise the king enter, the four knights that accompany him are posted outside of my dull cell. A doctor scurrying in quickly before the gate slammed shut once more.
The doctor made quick work of my robes, cutting the whole of my right sleeve off.
"Please relax your shoulder." They ordered, I grumbled and glared at the king who waited patiently near the door. I sighed, attempting to relax.
The doctor snapped my shoulder back in and a sickening pop rung. I squeezed my eyes closed and bit down on my lip, feeling something trickled down my chin.
When I let go of my lip and cracked my eyes open, ragged breaths left my lips. I leaned forward, doubling over in agony but barely making a whimper.
"Thank you," The king bowed his head, and the doctor scrambled out, the gate slamming shut and ringing in my head.
"What do you want from me..." I rasped desperately, my gaze lifting and locking with his. He leaned down, his robes and cape cascading around his frame.
"What's your name, hm?" He pulled his glove off, roughly grabbing my bloodied chin. I could feel his eyes carefully picking me apart.
"You know, I would have thought a man should know a girl's name before you... Oh so kindly invite them to your dungeon." I jab almost humorously, my eyes squeezing closed as a chuckle painfully leaves my lips.
He frowned, his hand gripping my chin harder as he examined me. "Where are the robins?" He growled,
I hissed, his hand digging into my skin like claws, "It's on a need-to-know basis..."
"Yes, well, I need to know. Cough it up hood!" His majesty growled, voice raised and his frame looming over me.
"Fuck off." I spat out blood, the crimson liquid splattering over his freshly polished shoes.
He frowned, his glare turning to the roof. He whipped around the gate groaning as it opened.
"We will continue tomorrow, let's return to our ball." The gate slammed shut and all five waltzed off, zoning everything else out as I doubled forward.
The gate groaned again and I huffed, "Leave me alone..." I grumbled,
"How kind, maybe I'll leave you here." I shot up, glaring at Alex. He circled around me and cut me loose.
I picked myself up from the wooden chair. Suddenly, as if my instincts kicked in, I dodged (what, I'm not sure).
I cried out, a dagger lodging itself in my other shoulder. I whipped around and my knuckles met Alex's jaw with a wonderful crunch.
"What the FUCK!" I yelled, stumbling back and into the open iron wall, the dagger clanging against it.
"Your traitorous! YOU told them about my plan!" He yelled, as if he actually believed that.
"YOUR PLAN? YOUR FUCKING PLAN? IT WAS MINE. YOUR SO FUCKING LAZY, YOU HAD TO STEAL MY PLAN TO KEEP A SEAT IN THE ROBINS NEST." I screamed back, throwing another punch to his face. And again. And again.
Purple bruises bloomed across his face and blood coated it like icing. Kicked him in the groin, pushing him back out my cell door.
Like always the gate groaned but it slammed shut soon after. Alex laughed hysterically, locking the gate shut as he ran off down the hall.
I tried yelling after him, cursing him straight to hell. Yet as the rhythmic sound of knight armour clanged down the hall I felt myself slip into the warm embrace of darkness.
When I pulled myself back to reality, I could feel silk wrapped around my body.
My brain snapped awake and I rose almost immediately, the silk gathering at my waist. Some maids yelped at the sudden movement and I heard a cough, a lot of people shuffling around.
I blinked and slapped away a hand that was reaching for the silk.
"You would do well to respect the maids, Hood." King Hunter grumbled, his back facing me.
"What would you know of respect." I hissed, snatching the clothes a maid offered to me.
I pulled the shirt on tightening the strings over my chest. I pulled myself out of bed and slipped in the pants.
I rather my robes better but I'm probably never going back to the hoods. By now Alex would have told every hood of my 'treachery'.
"I was raised to value it. What about you?" He replied whole-heartedly.
"Why do you want to know? Trying to get in my head?" I inquired, stalking up behind him.
"Maids, your excused." He spoke up, ignoring me. They all dipped their heads and quickly high-tailed out of the room.
King Hunter whipped around and glared me down as the door shut with a lovely click.
"You are nothing. You have nothing. No one wants you but your enemies. Your creed doesn't want you. Why's that?" He jabbed a finger at my sore shoulder and I glared at the shoulder, as if it was the cause of this.
"Your majesty. Frankly, you don't have big shoes to fill. Women only love you because of your face and wealth. Your father was a deadbeat. What makes you think you'll be any better?" I growled back.
He reached out his hand toward my neck, I acted so quickly I barely noticed before my fist met his jaw aswell.
"Serves you right, you asshole." I growled watching him clutch his jaw and groan in pain.
"Jesus woman! I was going to fix your shirt. It's crude." He groaned,
"A little warning would have been nice!" I bit back.
"Duely noted!"
And as all fairy tales go, there is always more to a story. *Wink*
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Conflating Arousal
An Office love story <enemies to lovers>
Paring : Jeong Yunho x Jowha (Reader)
Genre : Office Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Kdrama vibe
Synopsis : What happens when the man you hate become your CEO?
"If you have problem with me, Ms. Im, you can give your resignation letter and leave, we don't need employees like you in here."
- Jeong Yunho
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Prologue
"On the couch? Really?" Suddenly they both hear Iseul's voice echoing in the living room.
And the scenery in front of her, makes her heart beat go faster. Not because she knows any of them, neither because she knows Mr. Jeong loves that woman. Johwa's eyes start trailing on them, the couch.
No, no, I can't lose it. I-I have healed so much. I've gone to therapy, I can't give up now. This is not the time.
She keeps trying to make herself calm but her heart clenching badly while her mind is filled with the memories she has accepted years ago. Then why do they still bother her?
Is it her fever? Cold? The medicines she took? Why can't she handle these? Why can't she come back from those thoughts?
She feels like her whole body going paralyzed as she couldn't move. Mr. Jeong... He is in front her. Maybe, maybe he can hold her, save her from falling.
Am I falling for real or it's just a hallucination?
"Mr. Jeong," she doesn't realize when his name leaves her mouth and he wraps his hands around her immediately, "Ms. Im..."
That's all she hears before losing her mind.
"Ms. Im, are you there? Ms. Im?" He keeps calling her, feeling uneasy about not believing her being sick.
What have I done to her?
"You're going to be fine, don't worry," Yunho stands up taking her in his arms while Iseul starts chasing him, "Yunho, wait..."
But he doesn't look back neither wait for her.
I am never looking back at you.
He doesn't understand should he grief, cry, become mad or tensed. He runs outside the house, keeps Johwa beside the driving seat.
As he sits on the driving seat after fixing her seatbelt, he looks around for her phone. Maybe calling Wooyoung is the right thing. Taking her phone out he realizes, it's dead.
"What the hell?" He punches his car as he doesn't know what to do.
He looks at her keeping his hand on her forehead again only to realize her fever rising higher time by time. He takes his phone immediately and, "Hello, can you come to my penthouse early? I'm fine, it's someone else. Okay, reach immediately and also, come with a nurse."
He starts driving his car cutting the call, I can't let anything happen to you. I won't be able to face Wooyoung anymore if anything happens to you. I can't make any mistakes again. Not anymore.
But you wanted her away from them, didn't you?
Yunho grabs the steering wheel hearing his own voice.
Now it's not the time to think all these.
Didn't she take the place where you always belonged? Why do you care about what happens to her? Why are you saving her again?
Because I don't want to hurt them.
He replies himself as tears appear in his eyes while driving giving him memories of seeing his old friend being covered in blood in the car.
"I don't understand why does your sister keep leaving the house out of nowhere. I can't take it anymore. She has become a whole mess," the woman beside Yunho tells him while they're sitting behind the driving seat. "It's not her fault," Yunho looking outside the window, hoping to see his sister soon.
"She should have listened to me or else these won't happen. Now, where do I find her? I've come in these clothes, this is disgusting!" Yunho doesn't say anything in reply, he is only concerned about his sister.
"Ma'am, there she is," another woman in the car, beside the driving seat says showing them the girl a little far from the car.
Yunho starts leaving the car but his mother grabs his hand, "Emery will bring her, go Emery."
Yunho watches as Emery drags his sister inside the car. As soon as his sister gets pushed inside the car by Emery, Yunho holds her hand firmly, "Are you alright, Noona?"
"S-someone is...is... dying," her words make him worry.
"What do you m-" he again tries to ask but gets cut off by a sudden hit on their window, "Help us, please! Help us," Yunho looks at the girl being scared not understand what happened, why was she covered in blood.
He tries to tell something but his mother says, "Your sister caused it, we should leave now."
Yunho looks at the girl with trembling lips, "Drive the car back home," he orders their driver and he nods. As the car starts, he sees the girl falling on the ground.
"I have some works to do," he says afterwards looking at his mother.
"I know what type of work you have, don't go there. You'll mess things more," his mother says gritting her teeth.
"If I mess things more, you may punish me the way you want to. Take care of Noona," he says and leaves the car behind.
Running to the place where the girl fell, he found a car nearby. He reaches towards the car only to see his old friend being covered in blood in the driving seat, "Wooyoung!"
He takes his phone calling an ambulance. He keeps his hand on Wooyoung's neck checking if he is still there. Wooyoung seems like he is still breathing so Yunho tries moving him.
No I shouldn't move him, it may hurt him more.
He looks at the girl on the street then reaches towards her and keeps her on his lap to check if she is still alive. She is breathing too.
As soon as the ambulance comes, he tells them to take Wooyoung out, she is bringing the girl. And as he takes two of them to hospital, after making sure they are out of danger, he left the hospital telling the staff to inform their family.
But it's different this time. Wooyoung isn't even here but he is feeling obliged to save her. It's like even she is alone, Wooyoung is somewhere with her and his possessiveness for her. It's not new how Wooyoung is possessive for someone he loves and for Johwa, Yunho has noticed something different. It wasn't simply messing around Johwa or helping her or taking care of her. It was something more than that which is making Yunho worried.
Yes, this is the reason.
Finally able to come his mind, he reaches in front of his house and takes her inside. Her wet dress makes him guiltier for torturing her all the time.
I never belonged there. I always have been a stress for them. I never deserved love from anyone. I couldn't even take care of Iseul, neither my friends. How did I think I can get it all with a simple interaction?
He thinks staring at Johwa, measuring her fever. It's 103F right now. Someone starts ringing the bell so he runs back to open the door, "Hyung, are you alright?" That's the first thing Jongho asks seeing Yunho half drenched in rain.
"I'm fine, there is a girl...my employee. It's complicated, let's go," Yunho takes Jongho and his nurses upstairs.
After checking her and giving her some medicines, Jongho tells the nurse to change her dress while he leaves the room to talk to his older brother.
"You don't look so well. You should probably change," Jongho tells Yunho keeping his hand on his shoulder.
"I'll, you may go now. Will she be alright?" Yunho asks and Jongho nods, "She looked out of energy for her flu."
Look at him,not even asking who she is or why she is with me.
"Take care," Jongho says staring at his brother for the last time while his nurse leaves the door.
He doesn't want to leave his hyung alone in these lonely house but he knows, it won't help much. His brother has always been like this, stubborn, lonely. Not always, but he has become like this.
On the other hand, Yunho enters in the guest room to check on Johwa sleeping with a blanket covering her.
He takes her phone and tries charging it but the port isn't matching with his, so he just tosses her phone on the sofa.
I need to sleep or else I might die.
He tells himself changing his dress and opening his laptop. Instead of sleeping, he ends up reading chapters of his favorite writer's book.
Next day
Johwa's eyes start fluttering as she tires to understand where she is. Opening her eyes, she gets startled, "Hell, where the fuck I am."
Looking at herself she almost screams finding herself in an unknown t-shirt without bra and her last night's short jeans.
"Where the fuck am I exactly? Wait..." She remembers Yunho holding her, calling her name.
"Is it his house?" Realizing where she is, she hears a woman's voice echoing somewhere. As she leaves to see the owner of the voice, she sees three people sitting in the living room.
"Why are you wearing this color, Yunho? Don't you know I hate this color on you? It's not a color a boy should wear," her appearance tells Johwa that she is her CEO's mother.
"He is wearing something in his own house, Siyang and I gifted him this pair," a man says who is most probably his father.
"Send me these pairs, I'll change the color," Yunho's mother says staring at her nails.
"Why did I even come to ruin my morning trying to meet you? I should have gone to parlour and fix this mess on my nails," his mother says making Johwa's jaw drop.
His son literally got cheated on and this is how she is behaving?
"Then let's go, you should not ruin Yunho's morning either," his father says earning a death glare from his wife.
She gets up taking her bag, "Whatever is wrong with Iseul, fix that. I'm sure you've done something to make her go this far."
"Siyang! He got cheated on and that's what you say to him? For God's sake, he is your son," his father says standing up, getting so mad at his wife.
"Yunho had never been a good boyfriend, you won't understand it when all you do is scream at me. He should learn from this mistake and get back together with her instead of showing his back at her," his mother again says where Yunho keeps quite looking down.
Johwa doesn't understand why he is listening to all these bullshit. If he has been a bad boyfriend, she should have broken up with him and it didn't even seem like Yunho had been a bad boyfriend to her.
What is this woman saying? Is she his step mother or something?
"Siy-" Yunho's father starts saying something but Yunho grabs his hand.
"I'll fix things and throw this dress too," Yunho says licking his bottom lips, bitting it down so it doesn't start trembling in front of them.
"You must," his mother says before leaving.
His father hugs him and starts patting his back, "Don't listen to her. Iseul is not meant for you."
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice I was wearing th-"
"You are not fine. So, it's alright. I'll buy you a new suit which is lavender color," Yunho's father says smiling and then he leaves waving at Yunho.
What's wrong with this family?
Johwa wonders watching Yunho closing the door, falling in front of it trying to picking the pieces of his but not being able to fight strongly because of tears.
"I should not cry," he tells himself but the more he tries not to cry, he cries more while covering his ears.
"I am not a crybaby, I don't cry. Stop fucking saying all these," Yunho keeps rubbing his ears trying to fight with his overflowing emotions which starts scaring Johwa.
San sighs, "I am disturbed. Yunho, Mingi used be our friends from middle school. He was quite at first but started to show up who he was slowly. He was such a happy pill, taking care of everyone of us, making us happy when we felt down. But his mother is such a dangerous person. She is so manipulative and controlling which is why Yunho ended up losing himself, losing us. But what is worse is, Yunho respects his mother blindly and he thinks whatever she does is for his good. He doesn't know how far his mother can get to control him. And Wooyoung thinks he has turned into his mother now. But I know, I feel like he needs us. I feel like we shouldn't ignore how his life is getting ruined like this," San finishes and Johwa notices a glimpse of tears in his eyes.
He again sighs, "He must feel lonely but I'm glad Mingi is still by his side. But I'm sure, Yunho is in trouble and he needs us to become what he was. This is not like him, Johwa. This is not the real Yunho. This is a Yunho with a mask put by his mother. I can't see him like that," San finishes and a drop of tears fall from his eyes.
"I don't understand him either. I haven't seen his good side, I won't be able to understand like you do. But Wooyoung is never wrong unless he thinks about anything being mad," Johwa says.
"Wooyoung is mad because he doesn't have a good history with Yunho. It ended badly with them," San tells Johwa.
Johwa starts realizing how San was worried about Yunho being controlled by his mother which hurt her too. A mother should never act like this with her children. Maybe that's why Yunho has become rude, maybe he craves safety which his mother didn't give him. This can be really bad in the future.
Johwa doesn't realize when Yunho wipes his tears and gets up.
Suddenly, "Oh my," she realizes Yunho staring at her. She starts retreating, "What do I do? Where do I go? Wait, this is...his house. Holy crap, he is coming this way!" Johwa starts looking ways to run but Yunho appears in the room.
"Ms. Im," hearing him calling her name, her heart starts bumping in her chest faster.
Calm down for fuck's sake, don't burst out.
She looks at Yunho smiling awkwardly but guiltily, "Mr. Jeong, I didn't meant to see all these, I f-"
"How are you feeling now?" Yunho asks gently but she starts panicking again, "I swear, I didn't mean to hear all these. I just wanted to know w-"
"Ms. Im, why don't you ever hear anything carefully?" Yunho starts rubbing his forehead closing his eyes.
I'm not going out alive today.
"I asked about your health. How is your health now?" Yunho asks again.
"Health, my health. Oh, health? I am fine. I am perfectly fine. I can run now. Maybe I can leave too," she says running to pass by Yunho but he grabs her hand, "Ms. Im."
She looks at him almost crying, "Yes, sir?"
"Here, take my phone," he leaves her hand handing her his phone, "Call whoever you wanna to take you after you have breakfast."
"Eh?" She doesn't get what he says but he walks away not answering again.
"Gladly, he didn't slaughter me today. Johwa, you should slap yourself for acting like a kid," she says slapping herself for real and then looks at Yunho's phone.
Whom should I call?
9:19 a.m.
"Have you called someone?" Yunho asks in the breakfast table which is in front of the kitchen.
Johwa's eyes are still sparkling from the entire decoration of the house. She has never been inside a penthouse, it feels like a dream being inside one. Not that she wanted to buy one but now she is itching to buy one in future.
"Yes, I called," Johwa says moving constantly in her chair while eating. The food is so good that it's melting in his mouth.
For sure, Jeong Yunho is a good cook.
Yunho looks annoyed with it but doesn't say a word to her.
"You can take some days off if you want to," Yunho says.
"I am fine no-" and she sneezes.
Yunho sips his juice staring at her and she smiles awkwardly, "Sorry."
Finishing her breakfast, she hears nonstop bell ringing. She stands up and follow Yunho taking her purse.
"Where is she?" Seeing Wooyoung in front of Yunho's door, Johwa's eyes get big. She immediately runs outside moving Yunho, "Here I am. Let's go," she grabs Wooyoung's hand and starts leaving but Wooyoung doesn't move an inch. He is still glaring at Yunho.
Why did he come when I called Eunseu?
"Mr. Jeong, thanks for everything you did for me," Johwa says bowing.
"What did he do for you? Why were you in his house? Why was your phone switched off?" Wooyoung keeps questioning her so Johwa keeps her palm on his mouth, "I will explain later. Let's go home, please?"
Wooyoung grabs her hand placing it down, "Alright."
Leaving the penthouse, Johwa explains everything to Wooyoung including the fact that Yunho got cheated on.
"Well, he didn't deserve it," Wooyoung says sighing.
You chose hell for yourself all the time not even knowing it. I can only pity you at this point.
"Of course, he didn't. I felt so bad fo-"
"Is it his t-shirt?" Wooyoung asks noticing the black oversized t-shirt almost uncovering her shoulders.
"Oh, this? Yes, this is his. He said that he called a doctor and nurse. He wouldn't have to do all these but he did," Johwa says smiling.
How hurt he was from his mother's words but didn't say anything about it. Isn't he too much pretentious?
"He was guilty for making you work too much," Wooyoung says not looking at her t-shirt time by time.
"Whatever. What's up with you?" Johwa asks showing Wooyoung all of her teeth making Wooyoung giggle, "Ew, ugly."
Johwa pouts looking away, "You are ugliest."
"So, miss ugly wanna go see a movie with me today?" Wooyoung asks raising an eyebrow.
"Okay and I'll make you call me pretty," Johwa says stopping to sneeze.
"You still have cold?" Wooyoung asks and she nods, "Doesn't matter, I'll be fine."
"Okay then, get ready by 7. I'll come to pick you," Wooyoung says and Johwa starts clapping, "You're paying then."
"As you wish, ma'am," Wooyoung says and drops her in front of her house.
7:14 a.m.
"Are you coming or not? I have been standing in these heels for almost 15 minutes," Johwa says screaming through the phone.
"I am literally on the way. Why did you come down in the first place?" Wooyoung asks.
"Because I am punctual unlike someone," Johwa and sees Wooyoung with his Bentley Mulliner Bacalar car. He always shows off with it.
"You bought my wife?" Johwa says clapping as she touches the car, "Only good thing about you."
"She is m-" Wooyoung stops smiling staring at Johwa. Her red short silk outfit with one sided lace sleeve, uneven ending of the dress. Those red glossy lipstick on her and smokey makeup making Wooyoung nervous.
Why is she looking like that right now?
"What Jung Wooyoung? Can't take your eyes off me? Of course, you can't. Because I look prettiest today. Look at your face man, you look like someone took your heart away," Johwa starts giggling seeing Wooyoung mute.
On the other hand, Wooyoung's eyes start filling with tears as he smiles. Her smile melting him, making pieces of his poor heart. It's not like he can't move or something, it's just he is mesmerized.
Not the cherry lips or the pretty dress you're wearing. It's your aura, Im Johwa. Your aura filling the air around me with sweetness, and the way your body reacts when you're happy, the way your lips carves in a smile.
I have fallen for all these, Jo.
She keeps giggling still making fun of him and his expression.
I have fallen badly this time that there is no going back...
"Call me pretty now," Johwa says bending over him.
"You look like a tomato slice. Why so red? Get in the car" Wooyoung says raising an eyebrow.
Prettiest, you look like the prettiest woman I've known so far.
"You're such an idiot," Johwa hits him with her purse and gets inside the car cursing him.
......................................................................
After finishing the movie, they enters in a club for having drinks also some foods.
"Take me to a strip club one day," Johwa says making Wooyoung surprised.
"What about the strip club now?" Wooyoung asks.
"Don't act so coy, I know you go to strip clubs and look, you're not even denying," Johwa says sipping her tequila, her favorite one.
"Why do YOU want to go?" Wooyoung asks.
"I wanna see your choice, hehe," Johwa says laughing creepily.
My choice is here, right in front of me.
"You're just a pervert, that's it," Wooyoung says taking her tequila away. She starts hitting him as he drinks her tequila, "Give it back."
"Cry in the corner, I won't," Wooyoung says standing up and finishing it up.
Johwa throws her purse at him, "Fuck you," and walks away from the club.
Making you angry is my favorite thing, don't you understand it?
Wooyoung follows her and sees her jumping into the dirty water by the street for raining. Holding the heels with one hand, playing with the drops.
"You are not the main character of your book. Stop acting stupid and let's go home," Wooyoung tells her exposing himself in the rain too.
Stop acting like this or I might start kissing you.
"I wish I was," Johwa says still enjoying the rain stretching her hands, making circles in the air.
"You look like a spring right now," Wooyoung says.
"You look naked," Johwa says and Wooyoung looks at his white shirt getting fully wet.
He starts smiling hearing her, crossing his hands.
Not always you can watch such a view in front you.
Wooyoung can't stop smiling as his heart is so sure about being in love with the person in front of him. He doesn't understand when he should tell her everything. The first time he saw her dancing in the rain, playing alone, enjoying the drops, it was when he realized that he wanted her more than a friend would.
Though people of the street are judging her, she doesn't seem to care about those judgmental gazes which makes him want her more.
No, you are not what I want. You've become a need.
"You should join me too," Johwa says kicking some water at Wooyoung but he retreats, "You seriously need some lessson, Jo. Come on, your cold will get worse."
She just shows her tongue at him and starts jumping again.
"This girl," Wooyoung hits his forehead and notices some guys staring at her with lust in their eyes.
You are so careless when you're having fun.
Wooyoung grabs her hand, "Enough of it. Let's go home now."
"But-"
"Your pretty dress will be ruined," Wooyoung says showing her the little mud stains on her dress making her scream, "No way," she starts rubbing it while Wooyoung drags her inside the car with him.
"What a day it was!" Johwa says falling on the seat, "Thank you, bestie!"
Johwa starts hugging him but he pushes her, "Don't hug me just because I spent money on you."
"It's not like I don't spend money on you," Johwa says crossing her hands.
"You're such a annoying ass," Wooyoung says driving.
"SAYS WHO," Johwa says getting more angry at him.
As they keep bickering their night passes by and Johwa suffers from her cold for more days taking break from work.
As she enters in her office after a long break, "Just because I told you to take break, doesn't mean you will stop coming to office for month," Johwa's dancing while walking stops staring at the person behind her.
I was at peace for days but unfortunately I am back in hell again.
"It was too bad. I swear, sir," Johwa says getting inside the elevator.
"We have a meeting with some Japanese colleagues today. You're coming with me," Yunho says.
"TODAY? WHEN?" Johwa almost screams making Yunho pissed.
"8 p.m." Yunho says and Johwa starts hitting her head with the elevator.
I have arcade plans with them today.
"What happened?" Yunho asks.
She looks at him and fake smiles, "What about the details?"
"I've sent you an email days ago," Yunho says and she checks her email.
He sent it twice, man!
"Aren't you getting out?" Yunho asks as he is outside the elevator now.
"OH YES, SIR," Johwa runs outside following him.
As he disappears inside his office, Johwa drops her head on San's desk, "Why would you say he is a good man?"
"Who?" San asks with an unusually happy voice.
Johwa looks at him with her hands on her own cheeks, "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Something is wrong with San today. He has been smiling like an idiot since he came," Yeosang says trying to take a look at the screen.
"Wait, did you have a heated night yesterday?" Wooyoung asks shooting San a suspicious look.
"Excuse me, why would I be with Ahnjong? She left after we had d-" San stops realizing he talked whimsically.
They start laughing hitting the desk, "You two had s-" Yeosang hits Wooyoung for stopping him.
"Whatever that's true," Johwa says clapping, "Finally she made a move."
"How did you know she make a move?" San asks.
"Are you dumb or something?" Johwa starts laughing again, "You are so innocent, Choi San."
"Uhm," hearing Hongjong they all sit on their own desk fixing their laptops.
As Hongjong leaves, Johwa whispers, "Is it only me or Hongjong is becoming like tallroach for real?"
"Im Johwa, focus on your work," Johwa doesn't understand how Yunho notices her from his room so well.
She starts working afterwards.
Tallroach, Demon, Bastard, Trash can, ugh I've lost words to describe him.
9 a.m.
"You did well today, Ms. Im," Yunho says staring at the signed contract.
Johwa smiles, "Thank you, sir."
"Mingi, we will drop Mr. Im first," Yunho says and he nods.
"No, wait. I...am going somewhere else," Johwa says and tells Mingi the address.
As Mingi stops in front of the arcade, Yunho rolls his eyes.
How much stamina she has?
"Thanks for dropping me," Johwa says leaving the car but again knocks on the window, "Mr. Song and Mr. Jeong, you can join us if you want to. We are two person short today."
"What?" Yunho gets surprised hearing her.
Johwa shoots her brightest smile again remembering about that night her friends made a scene in front of Yunho. Later, Ahnjong told her.
As Yunho sits on the sofa, Wooyoung calls, "San, Yeosang, we have nothing here. Let's go outside."
"Will you cut it out already and stop acting like a kid, Wooyoung? He is Johwa's guest right now," Ahnjong tells him but he doesn't look satisfied.
"Yeosang, San?" Wooyoung again glares at them.
"Wooyoung, leave this room right now," San says keeping the last cushion on the sofa.
"What?" Wooyoung asks not being able to believe his own ears.
"I said, leave. Stop making a scene," San says coming in front of Wooyoung.
"YOU'RE TELLING ME TO LEAVE BECAUSE OF HIM?" Wooyoung asks pushing San.
"Yes. Because he is not making a scene," San said.
"Will you two stop?" Yeosang asks.
"It's all because of him. He is again ruining our happiness. You suffered the most because of him and now y-"
"WOOYOUNG, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE," San screams this time which makes Yunho stands up and leaves the apartment fast.
Wooyoung rolls his eyes and San gets mad at him, "Seriously, Wooyoung?"
And that's how Johwa wants them to stand face to face again but in a different way. She wants to see where is the problem and by San's description, the whole problem looks like this is related to Mrs. Jeong. So, she wanted to fix it, make her friends happy. Specially San who misses Yunho the most.
"Arcade? That's great," Mingi says and looks back earning a death glare from Yunho.
"So, are you in?" Johwa asks.
"N-"
"Yes, we are coming," Mingi says cutting Yunho off.
"Okie dokie, come quickly," Johwa says running inside, jumping twice.
Learning about Mingi, she has come to know how much fun he is. He doesn't like to work at all, always sleeping around, browsing phone. Games are his second home. He smiles often, makes Yunho annoyed and paranoid too. They are not professional at all though Mingi is scared of Yunho sometimes. So, Mingi is the weapon of controlling Yunho.
"When did I say we are going?" Yunho asks Mingi.
"I said. You don't boss me around after work," Mingi says leaving the car and opening Yunho's door.
"You will get a payback," Yunho says following Mingi inside.
"We will see about that," Mingi says dancing with the music playing inside.
They see Johwa already with a controller kicking Wooyoung away and winning level.
When did she even start?
Yunho wonders and sees Wooyoung strangling her,"You die tonight."
"He already died twice," Yeosang tells Johwa while playing with the controller with San.
Johwa notices Yunho and Mingi, "Come here, join us," she and looks at Wooyoung as he faces Yunho again.
Mingi sighs staring at both of them, full of rage and hatred.
"Guys, I have a plan. Let's team up and play a vr combat. We don't have Seonghwa and Hongjong today," Johwa says trying to change their thoughts.
Wooyoung keeps his control on the table, "I am not playing with them," Wooyoung starts leaving but Johwa grabs his hand, "Please? We haven't played for a long time."
"Let's go, Mingi," Yunho starts leaving but Mingi stops him, "Yunho, I haven't had fun for so long."
"I told that you won't be able to have fun if you choose to stay with me," Yunho says.
Why do I feel like I am in some high school drama?
Johwa starts thinking hearing all these.
"There is an awesome game, it's a game with powers. Here come with me. Follow me everyone," Johwa says and starts walking.
"I didn't say I was coming," Wooyoung says.
Yunho sighs, she is so annoying.
But they notice San, Yeosang and Mingi following her, "We are coming."
They start playing after reading the instructions leaving Yunho and Wooyoung in one place which is making them more uncomfortable.
"I-I am coming," Wooyoung says running towards them.
"You can't enter, it has to be 2 vs 2 or 3 vs 3," San says staring at Yunho.
"Mr. Jeong, please join us," Johwa calls him and Yunho comes glaring at Johwa, "You're working overtime tomorrow."
"Whatever, go and bring your things," Mingi says showing them the counter.
As the game starts, it's Yunho, Wooyoung and San vs Johwa, Yeosang, Mingi.
They tricked while putting the names and that's how Wooyoung ended up being in the same team as Yunho.
First, Johwa's team starts earning points. Specially because of Mingi. He is playing better than everyone.
"We can't let them win. Guys, we are a team now, come on. Be serious," San says trying to motivate them to focus but they are glaring at each other time by time though San is in the middle.
"No, Mingi you're a badass. You can do this," Yeosang says fully focusing on the game.
As they are almost losing, Yunho gets tensed, I can't lose against that annoying shortie.
Therefore, Wooyoung starts working hard earning more points. His competitive ass didn't wanna lose this easily.
He starts using his powers on Johwa more than Mingi and Yeosang, earning points and ends up winning.
"WE WON," Wooyoung screams starting to jump removing their glasses
"Thank you, Yunho," he starts screaming out loud jumping with Yunho.
"Yes, we defeated those idiots, uhu," the lights appear in the room making Johwa look at Yunho's sparkling eyes filled with pure joy as she removed her class in disappointment.
"WE DID IT," Wooyoung says not noticing everyone is staring at their happiness which feels so contagious that is making Johwa wonder how beautiful a person can look while being so happy. Their joy felt overwhelming in this environment, why?
What happened to your smile, Mr. Jeong?
Someone's beauty comes out suddenly when he or she is the happiest and it can only happen when the sickening worries are gone with the bloody voices.
I wrote this chapter so quickly so don't know how it turned out.
Does anyone ship Wooyoung and Johwa?
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I had a nightmare last night (unsurprisingly, I've been very stressed) but!!! I wanna talk about it!!
It's not often I have a genuine nightmare, since alot of my normal dreams tend to have some element of body horror, but last night I did and I just wanted to tell someone the ridiculous way my brain decided to end it. I'm vaguely annoyed that it worked in my dream, and any grown up younger siblings here will probably understand why
So I was dreaming that my siblings and I were sleeping at a wierd mix of my grandmother's house and a new apartment. There was only a small door to the bedroom we were in, kinda the size of the door for Coralie. And while they were asleep, something on the other side was rattling and opening the door. I kept closing it and telling it to go away, mostly by cursing at it and trying to scare it off back, and it would work for a bit before I'd wake up to see the door moving or open again. Some times I would just KNOW what ever was on the other side would rush at me and stop, like when you pretend to run at someone to make them flinch.
Eventually I jokingly decided to try praying, but I'm not religious and accidently said 'satanmos' instead of the actual words, and the thing roared and rushed for me, but I managed to by time with yelling 'Jesus christ' and then started praying to the thing I actually worship, which for me is stories. I was basically just evoking for the story to protect me and have this be over, and then my brother and sister were awake. So I guess that worked??? But whatever it was, it was still outside the door which I closed again.
I explained to my siblings what I had been dealing with, and the door started moving again to prove it, and they immediately jumped into action also closing the door and telling it to go away. And then, for some reason, my brain decided that what had driven it away the last time was the fact that I actually believed in what I prayed to rather than just pulling from Christian stuff. And I've always believed my sister is basically in charge of the world, because for me as a child, she was the only one who took care of me so obviously that means what she says goes.
Here's the ridiculous ending though, and im still a mix of frustrated and amused about it. With that realization, I basically turned into a smug little kid again, turning towards the open door and with all the faith of a kid yelled "My (sisters name) says you can't BE here anymore!" In just the most whiney, annoying little sibling voice. Like same voice as a kid says 'my dad could beat up your dad' but at a ghost.
And I guess my subconscious was like, dang! Sister said no more ghost! But I don't wanna get rid of ghost! Fine! I'll get rid of problem instead, and I was suddenly awake but with sleep paralysis. And like . . .yeah sure, I guess that fixes the problem, but COME ON!!! it was like I evoked the power of annoying little sibling to force myself awake, and NOW I can't go back to sleep and it's 6 am!
If anyone feels like psychoanalyzing this feel free lmao! It's just such a dumb way for me to wake myself up!
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December 15 - 2022
10:19 AM
The new episode of Mob Psycho got me thinking like every episode does. The whole show is built around Mob having suppressed his emotions and the effect that has on him as a person and his relationships. I think a lot of people can relate to this, me included. Maybe not to such a huge degree as represented in the show, but still. My entire personal journey has been based around opening up to my own feelings and accepting them as part of who I am rather than trying to eliminate them. This show basically reinforces this line of thinking and gives other context for it which has been helpful.
Sometimes I catch myself slipping up and suppressing things again. I think I should avoid that at all costs since its like the foundation of all my growth. I’ve started underplaying my anxiety with the explanation of “I’m getting better.” That is true, but I think I’m expecting myself to have improved more than I actually should have by now. I have to remain realistic and compassionate about my progress. There is no deadline for when I should be “fixed.” No one is holding this to me. This is a personal journey that I’m allowed to take at my own pace.
12:17 PM
My tummy had a bad little episode this morning but I did see this coming. I wasn’t SURE it would happen because sometimes it feels like it will but it won’t. But it did. I’m okay right now, I didn’t freak out or anything. It just sucks because it’s still physically miserable. I’ve abandoned commissions today because I’m 2 days ahead and I still have requests to do and I feel like garbage now so I figure I should take it easy. I can afford it.
I want to get better about not checking my temperature so much. Usually if I just remember it exists, I figure I might as well check even if I feel okay. I want to stop doing that. However there are days like today where it was more warranted and helped to set my mind at ease. The biggest thing that worries me in general is not knowing because it’s easy to assume the worst. Im gonna try to reserve using my thermometer for when there’s an actual reason for it.
Maybe I should try to be more active to help my tummy. I know my problem could be caused by many things I’ve looked into. I might try making sure I eat plenty of fiber, exercising more, and continue working on my stress. I feel like I need some daily physical activity but not necessarily a whole workout. Just something to get me moving. Maybe strenuous VR games to start. Like the boxing game I have or doing Just Dance in VRchat or something.
1:07 PM
UGH my tummy isn’t quite done yet but I predicted this too. Usually there’s a second smaller incident. I just hope it stops here so I can recover and salvage the day.
2:33 PM
I hate to do this but I gotta chill today. I’m not gonna try to be productive until 6pm, I’m gonna consider my day done right now. I hate that this has to happen while I have Christmas things to get done.
5:52 PM
Holy SHIT I make a big mistake. When I went to take my parent’s dogs out and check their fire, I let my dog out too and forgot about her. I think it was only for about 30 minutes but that was still really bad. I’ve never forgotten her outside like that before. She could have run off or been attacked. The good thing is I don’t see myself doing this again.
10:46 PM
Something is still going through my body but it hasn’t been painful at least. I just don’t have an appetite which is worrying because I don’t want to skip dinner but I can’t find anything I wanna eat. Maybe I can start with a little applesauce, it might kickstart my hunger. This should all go away tomorrow. This kind of thing generally doesn’t last more than a whole day. Although there was that time in June where it went on for a couple weeks and kickstarted the massive change in my life I’ve been going through ever since. A lot of that was probably in my head though.
I know if I make myself snack until I get the appropriate amount of calories that I’ll be healthier for it. Its tricky because I try to listen to my body but my body says not to eat. But I will feel worse if I don’t and I know it. Sometimes my body is wrong.
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im not chronically online. but i have been trapped for the past few years.
maybe its my need for stimulation and the endlessly providing nature of instagram and the facebook ecosystem. ive spent ~1h43m per day on the app this week (with a minimum of 1h1m and maximum of 3h12m). when i wake up i grab my phone from its place 30cm from my head. i check my notifications and open instagram. i dont get up for 20 minutes. these are the lucky days.
when pick up my phone, i turn it on out of habit and open instagram from muscle memory. by the time i notice, im already a few posts down the explore page. this happens when i start a meal, and when ive finished a task, and when theres a pause in the conversation, and when theres not.
i learned not long ago that the purpose of screensavers on computers was not merely something to entertain the user while the device sat idle. they were also to protect the computer, since having the same image on the screen for too long could damage it. this can be seen in arcade machines for pac-man and donkey kong especially, since the image is essentially the same whenever the machine is on and running.
mobile instagram has five icons at the bottom of the screen that stay there until you close the app. one day, upon opening instagram once again, it took longer to load than normal. the blank white screen stared at me, with nothing but the logo in the middle and a message about meta at the bottom.
on this day, i noticed that, over the loading screen, sat those same five icons. burned into my screen.
the app didnt load, so i closed it and reopened it. nothing. it felt poetic that instagram wouldnt open, my phone wouldnt allow it, and any time i tried, the white loading screen let me see the icons burned into the screen. a reminder of how far id fallen. how bad it was. i already knew i spent too much time on instagram; id open it at 9 when i woke, and then finally get up at 12, phone burning in my hand and eyes already tired.
i felt lucky that the app wouldnt open. finally, there was a physical barrier between me and frankly, wasting my life away. if i couldnt use the app, then i would be forced to use the web version of instagram, which works, but is significantly lacking in what makes the mobile version so addictive. i wouldnt be able to spend too much time there, just enough to catch up on my feed and watch friends' stories, and maybe try to use the explore page. i wouldnt be able to spend anywhere near enough time to burn anything into my screen.
but then my phone had storage/processing issues that would be resolved by simply restarting it. i restarted it, fixing the problem. but then i picked up my phone and reflexively opened instagram, and it loaded within seconds, and i was already scrolling before i realised what happened.
the addiction follows me. and yet i cannot bring myself to delete the app.
august 21, 2022
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In the end, after telling me you didn’t want to…you did. Its not so much the argument in itself; but its how you treat me afterwards that hurts me. You once admired how I was willing to talk things over with you, you once admired how I said “its me and you v the problem, not ‘me v you”’. You liked that about me and I was led to believe that it was a good quality to have. But the moment the tough get going, YOU turn your back, YOU run away. While im left alone with the burden. You go about your day, do what you do…not me.
You see it’s difficult doing things on your own sometimes; and when I need you most, youre not there. You dont exist. Its iust me and i hate it. Im exhausted and i dont deserve this. Now to be fair, Im no saint, Im not perfect….i too have had my trespasses. But i never gave up on you. Regardless of how you acted, I never gave up on you. Despite that, I still chose to see the best in you. But ultimately it was all for nothing. I don’t deserve this, and fuck…was i good to you.
Im worth more than you leaving me high and dry mid convo, Im worth more than all the times you hung up on me all because you don’t like what i have to say. Its for reasons like that , that i decided to talk to you only on certain things, its for reasons like that ; that I became more and more quiet perhaps even distant. You’re always mad and I don’t want to be on the other side of it. I never know whats going to tick you and its scary because you take it out on me. While you’re wound up in that moment; you cut me off, i have no say, you refuse to listen, and sometimes you go as far as to bash me, even mock how i feel. Its impossible to resolve anything like that.
Your attitude never helped. You getting mad because something bothered me, also never helped. And once that started going; it was over before it even began. Next thing I know ‘click’. Then again, just like now i find myself alone in need to tell you these things. But we both know you wouldnt want to hear it. Im being annoying. Im being dramatic. Its bullshit. Right? These are your words.
You used to say ; im your favorite person, you dont want to lose me, you wouldn’t miss me for the world, i miss you, i wanna kiss you, i love you. But its doesnt hold up. If any of this was remotely true, youd grab the problem by the balls and face it with me. If i upset you? Ok talk to me about it. Help me , help you. If you upset me? Ok. Best believe im going to tell you, its going to bother you like it bothers me. But its within conversations like these that we respectively grow. But no, youre not ready to hear all of that. Youd rather stay mad, and look for things to be mad about even.
I already knew we were different. I already knew we would disagree. Maybe disagree on most things….but I never gave up on you. Regardless of the mold this took, i gave you all i could. You were just too angry too see it. I know ive upset you, and oh man have you upset me…the difference is, im willing to talk about it. Because thats what i do. And maybe that’s my fault. Perhaps i care too much. Maybe if i didnt give a fuck, i wouldn’t feel like shit right now. And it’s unfortunate that i have to resort to this because ironically youre still the only person i want to to talk to.
But youre not ready for that. And youre never going to be. Just like how i don’t expect you to be there when i need it. Maybe its time i turn my back also. But unlike you, once I turn my back…it stays that way. I love you. I love you so much. But i cant be the only one willing to constantly try no matter what, and no matter how difficult.
No one likes to argue. But arguing with you is losing battle. You have to win, you have to be right, you have to have the last word. This only shows me that you dont care. You dont give a fuck about me. You liked the attention i gave you, you liked how i was quick to reply your txt and answer your calls. I was your momentary fix, i was your errand boy, your fluffer.
But now that i see this; how you see me?? Its only pushed me away. And you’ve pushed me away way before I ever did with you.
And now…..Im already gone.
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