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lady-ashfade · 6 months

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Our comfort

Platonic!Yan!Camp Half-Blood x Comfort!Goddess!Reader. (Percy, Annabeth, Grover)

—£ Yes I know I haven’t finish the book but I actually couldn’t wait anymore. So, this is me with little knowledge so bare that in mind.

—£ Warnings: Book/show spoilers, Yandere! Behavior, Being bound to a place, Possessive behavior, Obsessive behavior, Manipulation, Characters fighting for the reader’s attention. Short.

You weren’t a known for too long goddess, much younger then rest of the gods. A teenager like age compared to them. It was strange to have more powerful gods look to you for comfort but you love it. As you are the goddess of comfort.

But, as the other gods started to have many demigods you saw how miserable they could get. You hated the fact they didn’t care for their children so you decided to stay at the camp for half-bloods when the time came.

The campers cling to you. You bring a comfort they never quite felt before. It was like a warm hug, like the ones they wanted from their parents.

You couldn’t leave, and at the beginning you were glad to accept that fate.

Almost always you are found surrounded by demigods and they just relax in your comfort. You are the one they go to with every worry in their mind.

Being close to Aphrodite, her seeing you as a sister and a younger child. Stories of your love for one another are still told today, as she gave ideas to the mortals of how great your relationship was. But in reality there wasn’t much to tell.

So her children have a mentality that they are your favorite and because of their mother, they have some sort of claim to you above the others. But that never works because you love the children equally.

The demigods have less nightmares with you around and watching over them.

Ares children fight often for your affection. They will constantly get into fights with others to show they deserve more time with you. Which you always scold them but it never sticks. They kiss their weapons each time to you, like a sign of good luck. Aries children are one of the worsts ones because they get aggressive at times, even with you. But the golds make them stop by punishing them, mostly their father.

Hermes children are hard to explain really. They aren’t aggressive, but they are mischievous. They take their revenge of stealing things from the other campers, pulling pranks. Or trapping some of them up and go straight to you before they can get there. Luke for instance, is always looking around for you and talking about his day. He’s either laying down next to you, or making you watch him train.

Many games of all houses take place just for you.

AnnaBeth, is constantly by your side when she has free time. She scares off people with a glare behind your back, knowing that she could put plan them. She also trains and makes you watcher her and needs your praise. Maybe, somehow you are her older sister. But, sometimes she just chills by your side not saying anything, she’s like a lost duck at times.

Grover however is actually a lost duck. You comfort him when his past missions fail and he loses kids. You are so nice to him and makes him feel special and brave. When he has to leave he keeps a coin in his pocket with your face on it and prays a lot. He’s not possessive much. He’s willing to take what he can get and is just happy to be there. But maybe if someone comes in when he’s “crying” and having you fuss over him then he’ll be a bit mad but never does anything about it.

When a new camper arrives you devote your time to them because they need it a little more. They come into a world they know nothing of, waiting for the parent they hardly know to claim them. You claim them like your own until the time comes.

So when Percy comes you feel something off with him, like he is special and in need of a lot. He lost his mom, taken from the world he knew.

Percy becomes the most possessive out of all of them.

He feels out of place but you are always there to listen to him. It doesn’t help that you follow him to make sure he’s okay. At the beginning you’re both following each other around.

“It’s okay, Percy.” You brush his hair lightly like his mother used to do. “You’ll get claim, and you’ll have glory.” And he doesn’t care if you say that to everyone because you make him feel special.

Also, you protect the new bloods. So you’ll show up when he gets bullied and just raise one brow and they all back off. Can’t risk making you mad at them.

When Percy gets claimed he’s all alone again, no friends and the campers looking at him funny. Being one of the top threes son isn’t fun or easy. He shares a cabin all to himself.

So he starts to be the worst of them all. Raising his voice when you try and leave him and he manipulates you to stay with him. Can’t you see how alone he is?

He can’t sleep unless he knows your watching over him.

You pick no sides of the war. Your family will figure it out themselves, while you take care of their children.

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sturniololoco · 4 months

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hiii <3 could you do a little sister fic where she plays hockey and gets into a fight with a player from the other team? Just go from there ig 😭

Mad

Warnings: blood, cussing, crying, etc.

A/N: Kinda a true story, but mine happened in a soccer game lol, it's also rly short and prob rly bad lol

SLS/N’s POV

I know I’m not supposed to let my hair fall out of my helmet, especially when you're playing in a girl's hockey league, but my low bun fell out and I was in the middle of a game so I couldn’t fix it.

The score was tied and there wasn’t much time left on the clock, but I was skating faster than I ever had.

I hear the puck being sent my way by one of my brothers, and I quickly snatch it before I can get bodied by the girl on the other team.

Just as I reached my stick back to slap the puck into the goal, I felt myself fly back, head first, a burning sensation on my scalp.

I was being pulled back by my hair, getting whipped around to the point wear I fell and skidded into the wall.

The girl looked at me with a smirk before skating off, slowly.

I hated the way she looked at me, it made my blood boil and my heart race.

Ignoring the pain in my hip, I stood, then skated as fast as I could to her.

Next thing I know, I'm fully tackling her onto the ice, and that's all I was gonna do until she punched me,

Right in the damn nose.

Blood poured down my front and all over the girl, until it eventually reached the ice. My eyes were watering like crazy, but I ignored the pain and focused my enraged thoughts on the girl I was practically straddling.

Just as I was about to pound her into the ice, I felt arms around my torso, pulling me off.

I fought against them, wanting to get back at the girl who ruined my game, but I stopped once I heard the ref.

"You need to stop or your team will be disqualified."

I quickly shoved the person's arms off of me and then skated to the penalty box.

I got inside and slammed my halpet against the glass, feeling all my anger and the pain in my face hit me at once.

Before I knew it, the buzzer was going off, right after the other team scored the winning point.

I don't bother going into the locker room. Instead, I go to the lobby of the complex, taking my gear off while I wait with my brothers.

As people passed me on their way out, they gave me dirty looks, especially the moms on the other team.

I just sat there, blood pooling out of my face, glaring right back at them.

Until the girl that started this walked passed.

Next thing I know, I'm behind her, ripping her braided ponytail.

Just as she was about to retaliate, Nick, my brother, got between us while I felt Matt and Chris hold my arms back, keeping me from tearing this girl to shreds.

They bring me back to the bench and sit me down as Nick apologizes to the girl's mom.

As he turns around, he looks at me, a disappointed look on his face.

I slouch against the wall behind me, crossing my arms over my chest as I roll my eyes, not making eye contact with any of my brothers.

We silently got to the car, me aggressively chucking my gear in the back before climbing in the backseat and leaning my head against the car window.

"SLS/N, we need to stop the blood," Nick says, handing me a t-shirt that he found in the back of the car.

I take it from him and wipe my nose, feeling the bruising start to form underneath the red coating my face.

As Matt begins to drive, I feel the emotion and pain well up in my eyes so fast, I don't have time to stop it.

As I cried, I let out a frustrated groan, hitting my fist into my thigh, as it was the only thing in the car to punch.

"Don't do that! I know you're mad, but don't hurt yourself." Nick says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him.

As I lean into his side, he takes the t-shirt from my hand, helping me wipe most of the blood from my face.

"These are just angry tears," I say to the car.

Matt laughs and reaches back behind his seat, finding my leg, and then giving it a little pat.

"We need to find a way to get all that anger out of you kid, you got way too much of it." Chris sighs, shaking his head.

This makes the car laugh, and I even manage to smile through the pain in my face.

I was happy that they weren't mad at me.

"Matt!" I yell from my spot on the couch, head in Chris's lap.

"I need some ice, please!" I yell again.

I hear a plastic bag being opened, then the sound of the ice maker.

Matt comes in and hands me the bag of ice, now wrapped in a kitchen towel.

Chris quickly takes it from my hand and gently places it under my eye where most of the bruising was, holding it for me.

As Matt sits down by my feet, Nick comes in, making me sit up and take an Advil, and chug a bottle of water.

As soon as I'm done, I lay back down next to Chris, trying to get the dizziness out of my head.

Chris must have noticed me squeeze my eyes shut because he says,

"Try and fall asleep kiddo. I'll be right here when you wake up."

I almost pass out as his words, and get comfy and smuggling into his side.

He holds the ice on my face and strokes my hair till I fall asleep, happy that my brothers aren't mad at me.

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year

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You’re My Girl

Rhett Abbott x reader

Synopsis: Rhett has always been stubborn and will stop at nothing to ride at the rodeo even with an injury. But after a fight with his wife leads to her being injured Rhett realised what is more important to him.

Warnings: mentions of injury, swearing, couples fighting, descriptions of hospitals

“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS?” Rhett shouted, shoving his chair harshly under the wooden kitchen table. “YOU’RE KIDDING ME!”

“Rhett, please just listen. I didn’t…”

“You didn’t what? You can’t ask me to not ride. You know how much this means to me.” Rhett sighed, running his hand through his unruly brown locks, “when we got married you promised you’d support me in everything. You promised and…”

“I DO SUPPORT YOU, RHETT!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face, your voice hoarse from arguing with your stubborn husband. Rhett had injured his back hauling bales in the barn but refused to back out of the rodeo on Friday. You loved your husband dearly but he was stubborn as hell when he wanted to be and this was one of those times. Rhett paced back and forth in front of the table, his boots hitting the wooden floor aggressively. You knew you were pushing your luck but you desperately wanted Rhett to rest up. He’d been on strong pain medication from the doctor so he could get out of bed in the morning but he wouldn't stop. How was he expecting to ride a bull? You stood from your seat, rounding the table and coming face to face with him. “Rhett, please. I’m not trying to hold you back, I’m trying to help you. Your back has had you in agony all week. Please just miss this one out, rest up for the week and maybe you can ride the following week. I love you and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Rhett glared at you as you reached towards him but he stepped back, holding his hand up to stop you. “I need this win and you know that better than anyone. I can’t believe you’d ask this of me.” He grabbed his hat from the table and stormed out the front door. You watched as the door ricocheted into the wall with a loud thud. Sinking back into your chair, your heart sunk and you finally allowed yourself to cry, shoulders shaking as you released the sob you’d been suppressing. You’d always hated arguing with Rhett, it wasn’t that his temper scared you, he was known for being fiery, you just hated seeing him hurting. The footsteps shuffling behind you made you turn as Perry and Cecila poked their heads around the corner, looking at you expectantly. You just shook your head, watching as your tears fell onto the table, seeping into the wood like the ink on the pages from the love letters Rhett had sent you. He’d always write you a little note before each of his rides, telling you how much he loved you. It was how he’d proposed. He wrote you a note and told you to read it when he’d won and as the scores came up on the board you’d read it, ‘will you be my girl?’ You had looked up over the crowds of heads to where Rhett stood in the arena, ring box in hand as he shouted, “so what’s your answer, Darlin’.” You smiled at the memory. Those had been happier days when everything was less stressful. Now you had to worry about the Tillerson’s advances on Abbott land, the fact that Perry had killed Trevor, the fact that your husband was on a suicide mission, let alone the secret you’d been keeping for weeks. Cecilia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You did everything you could, my Rhett’s stubborn sometimes. He will never learn.”

“But what if it’s not enough,” you wailed, looking helplessly at your mother-in-law. “What if it’s not enough?”

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The rodeo arena was packed when you arrived and you struggled to find a seat where you could all sit. In the end, Perry had to balance Amy on his knee while you and Cecilia squished on either side of him. You wanted to see Rhett before he rode but Cecelia advised you against it.

“You know how he gets when he’s like this. There ain’t no good trying to talk him out of it.” She was right of course, she was his mother after all but you could help the growing discomfort in your stomach as you wait for him to ride. Royal had gone down to see him and you could see the two men talking. Rhett looked uncomfortable and Royal kept trying to support his son but in true Rhett fashion, he pushed the help away. You fiddled with the sleeve of your jacket nervously, watching as more and more people flooded into the already packed arena. By the time Rhett was ready to ride you were a nervous wreck, palms sweating and heart racing. You’d had to stop yourself multiple times from getting up to tell the judges that Rhett was injured and couldn’t compete but you knew if you did that he'd never forgive you. You watched as the bull hurtled out into the arena, throwing your husband around like a rag doll. Perry gripped your hand tightly and you squeezed it in return as a thank you. He knew how stressed you felt when Rhett rode and although he was generally awkward around you he always tried to comfort you in times like these. As the buzzer sounded you let out the breath you’d been holding, relieved that his first ride of the night was over. Cecelia went to grab some drinks, while Perry and Amy chatted amongst themselves. You got up from your seat, moving down to the metal railings to try and catch another glimpse of Rhett. He was talking to one of the other riders but you could tell by the way he was standing that his back was causing his pain. You were so caught up in what Rhett was doing that we didn’t see the loose bull come charging out into the crowds. People were shouting, pushing and shoving to escape the animal's wrath. The crowd swarmed towards you, shoving you harshly against the railings. Pushing with all your might you freed yourself, tripping and falling into the dust below with an almighty crack, your arm bent underneath you as your head connected with the ground. Searing pain shot up your arm, burning through you as you gasped for air. It was complete agony. Your arm hung limply at your side as you rolled over, avoiding people’s footsteps and propping yourself up against the railings. You could hear the Bullfighters herding the bull back into the chute, thudding hooves against the rough ground and shouts of men filling the evening sky. You blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings but the pain caused your mind to fog, eyes blurry as you tried to make out your surroundings. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear Rhett’s voice calling your name. You called out to him weakly, willing him to find you. The blurry figure approached you, kneeling and grabbing your face in their hands. You knew it was Rhett, even without seeing him you knew. Your body responded to his touch and you tried to sit forward but he held onto you, stilling your movements. Rhett's voice was full of anxiety as he spoke to you, his voice wavering as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. He pulled you into his lap cradling you close to his chest as he whispered to you comfortingly. “It’s ok, Baby Girl I’ve got you Darlin’. It’s gonna be ok.” You could hear him shouting frantically to Perry and the second set of legs appeared next to you. Everything was muffled and the pain in your arm only progressed until it was blinding, everything was growing darker and all you could hear was Rhett’s voice fading into the distance.

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Rhett had never been so scared in his whole life when he saw you collapse against the railings as the crowds of people pushed past. He’d run like his life depended on it, bringing you into his arms and cradling you against him. You had a large gash on your forehead and you held your arm against you, whimpering softly as he maneuvered you into a more comfortable position. Everything had happened so fast and before he knew it you were led in the backseat of Perry’s truck heading to the nearest hospital, his final ride completely forgotten. You looked so pale and Rhett felt helpless as you lay unconscious in his arms. Cecilia had ordered him to keep pressure on the cut on your head and the bleeding had now slowed. His mother had given him a small smile before he got into the truck. “She’ll be ok Rhett, she’s a fighter.” Those words circled around Rhett’s head as he watched your lifeless frame. Rhett shouted at Perry to drive faster which caused his brother to run three red lights and nearly got them killed crossing a junction. ——————————————————————————

The hospital was quiet when they arrived and a nurse ushered them straight into a room where Rhett placed you carefully onto the crisp white sheet. You looked as sickly pale and Rhett gulped audibly, trying to control his ragged breathing. The on-call doctor soon arrived and began asking questions but Rhett couldn’t concentrate, his brown eyes stayed fixed on your feeble frame. Perry spoke to the doctor but all his words jumbled into one, the harsh beeping of the heart monitor, the chatter of the doctor and Perry, and the buzzing, flickering light above your bed all blurred into white noise. Perry had to all but drag Rhett out of your room. “You gotta let the doctors do their work, Rhett. You're no good to her now.”

In the waiting room, Rhett sank into the squeaky chair. It had been well used with rips and the leather flaking and Rhett wondered how many family members had sat in this waiting room, just waiting for the news of their family. How many people had cried and mourned, how many had celebrated? Rhett had always wondered what it must be like sitting in the waiting room, wondering how people had felt. He had never been on this side of an accident, normally it was him led in that hospital bed while you sat here fretting. He hated that he’d put you through this feeling time and time again.

The room was no bigger than the hay barn of the ranch and was well-lit with fluorescent strip lights hanging from the ceiling. Rhett's adrenaline from the evening was dimming and he could feel his eyes trying to slip closed but between the bright lights and Perry’s leg tapping incessantly against the floor he had little hope of the rest he was seeking. It felt like an eternity before the doctor appeared in the doorway, white coat on and clipboard in hand. “Mr Abbott?” The tall elderly doctor asked. Rhett could tell by his uninterested tone that he’d been doing this for years, he didn’t even bother looking up from his notes. “Your wife sustained a transverse fracture to her right arm, several broken ribs and she has a concussion.” He continued reeling off medical jargon that left Rhett staring blankly at him, trying to comprehend the complex terminology. “She will be fine and the baby looks to be fine too.” Rhett’s heart stopped. The baby? The doctor left swiftly, leaving Rhett staring into the abyss.

“Rhett, you good?” Perry placed a hand on his brother's shoulders, watching as he swayed a little, with the adrenaline gone and the shock of the news Rhett’s knees buckled and Perry steered his brother back towards the chair. Rhett’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to regain his composure, trying to calm his nerves before facing you. How did this happen? Rhett knew very well how it happened. After his last rodeo win, he snuck with you to his truck. He always felt horny after a win but this time it was different, you were just as mad for him as he was for you. Rhett thought back to that passionate night, windows steamed, naked frames pressed together, your soft whimpers as he pounded into you seeking his release. Rhett’s face was a little flushed when he looked back up at his brother. “I’ve gotta see her.” With that he stood, taking long strides across the room and out into the hallway.

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As Rhett entered the room he couldn’t help the tears that pricked his blue eyes. You were sat up in bed, plum-coloured bruises littering your face, stitches placed in a neat line along the cut on your forehead and your right arm balanced in a sling. Due to having broken ribs, the expansion of your chest was feeble, but you still gave your husband a small smile.

“Rhett,” you whispered and he was by your side in an instant, clutching tightly onto your left hand. “Oh god Baby Girl, I’m so sorry.” Rhett could feel pressure building behind his eyes as the tears threatened to fall. He tried to blink them away and stay focused on you, but the tears trickled down his face regardless. You could tell he was doing his best to keep his emotions at bay. He was trying to be strong for you like he always did.

“It’s not your fault,” your voice was weak and croaky and Rhett instantly reached to give you a glass of water which you accepted and drank gratefully.

“This should never have happened. It’s my damn fault, if I hadn't been so stubborn we wouldn’t have even been there and you would have been ok.” Rhett was trying to reason with you but you just shook your head.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry, Baby. I never want you to feel like I’m holding you back, I only want what’s best for you and I want you to be safe.” You were crying now too so Rhett perched on the edge of your bed, pulling you close as you cried into his shirt. “Shh, don’t cry Darlin’, it’s all gonna be ok.” Rhett couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the baby. It was such a foreign thought to him. A baby. You were having a baby and he would be a father. Ever since you two had started dating you both knew you wanted a family, but after several years of marriage and nothing to show for it, Rhett had assumed that it wasn’t on the cards for you both and he’d accepted that. He was just glad that he had you. When you composed yourself a little, you pulled away to face your husband. “I’m so sorry… I d-didn’t tell you about the b-baby,” you stuttered, still trying to catch your breath from crying.

“It’s ok, Baby Girl, it’s ok. I was just a little surprised, that's all.”

“I was going to tell you after you won tonight, well I was going to tell you even if you didn’t win but I knew you’d win,” you laughed lightly, “but then you hurt your back and I was scared you ride and hurt yourself and I’d lose you and be on my own and…” you continued to ramble but Rhett stopped you, pressing his lips firmly to yours. You melted into him, gripping hold of his shirt as he deepened the kiss, cradling the back of your head gently.

“You're never gonna lose me ok, Baby Girl.” You smiled at the nickname he’d given you when you first started dating. “You're my girl, remember.”

“I’m your girl,” you repeated, taking his hand and placing it against your still-flat stomach. “You know soon you might have two girls.” Rhett chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and laying you both back against the hospital bed. “Maybe I will but don’t worry, you’ll always be my best girl.”

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stories4thepack · 5 months

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The Hyde: Part One

Wednesday x reader

(Requested)

What happens, when a Hyde is seen outside of Nevermore?

Wednesday was puzzled, no, more than that. She was perplexed, questions drummed inside her head and an unfamiliar, gnawing sense of dread clawed at her gut, why had Tyler not attacked Enid when she shifted? Why had he not defended himself when she attacked? Unless....the creature that Enid was pinning onto the ground, forcing her claws deep into the creature's flesh.... was not Tyler? What if the werewolf was defending her against the wrong person?

Her dark eyes glared at the Hyde as it collapsed, yelping loudly as it returned to its bloody form, its deep wounds barley covered by the sorry remains of a blue hoodie and what seemed to be jeans. The creature’s human frame shook violently, as if fearful of Enid’s wolf, flinching as the werewolf snarled aggressively. The full moon watched from the starless sky, a witness to the fight just moments before. The werewolf barked, canines on full display as the person attempted to clamber onto their knees, their arms failing them as they crumbled under their own weight, the dry forest floor doing little to assist the already injured creature, roots and stones dug themselves deeper into the open wound, the pain promoting a cry to fly from the person mouth.

And Wednesday recognizes the sound, the dread shifting into a feeling far more painful, she stumbled forward, anxiously awaiting the moment when Tyler’s face was revealed, and he was chained once more and successfully escorted to a secure location. Enid’s growl falters, her ears perk upward as the person turns to face her, a hand desperately held in the air, a silent beg for mercy. The wolf whines, her feral eyes softening to a look Wednesday regrets to call familiar, a look she herself had gifted to only one person.

You

Your broken cries stab at the girl's black heart as you attempt to stand, managing to catch yourself just as you are about to fall once more. Enid slides forward, each step completed slowly and cautiously, her paws pressing against the ground with a deliberate lightness. When she reaches you, her nose nudges against your skin gently, guiding your arm over her strong shoulders before helping you to your feet. Wednesday watches your fingers curve softly into her fur as you fall against her steady frame, the pain of both your injuries and the energy used to shift seizing control of your usually tough figure. The raven hair can hear the effort it takes for each ragged breath to be forced from your lungs and she watches the way your eyes dart away from her own, a horrified look on your bloody face. Wednesday hates how she swiftly removes her black trench coat and drapes it over your shoulders, covering your exposed body. You don’t talk, either choosing to remain mute or far too battered to be able to form words, but a strangled noise vibrates up your throat, as if you were thanking her. Enid walks carefully beside you, the intimidating werewolf replaced by your concerned friend, no doubt feeling the same painful sense of betrayal and confusion Wednesday herself suffered with.

Your free hand clutched at the fabric, covering as much of your skin as possible, hiding most of your injuries beneath the clothing. Wednesday observed silently Enid steps closer to you, no doubt allowing you to rest all your weight against her, but you don’t, you keep your arm securely around her broad, wolfish shoulders accepting the girl’s help, yet refusing to truly use her for your own benefit, your eyes remained locked on the ground as you struggled to walk alongside the girls, limping through the darkness, hissing as pain shot up through your leg.

Not once did you look up. Not once did you speak. Not even when you were guided through the crowd of Nevermore: you never glared as the sirens turned to mutter to one another, didn’t pause to give the growling werewolves an insult clever enough to create tears, you didn't even flinch as the vampires snapped their fangs in your direction. And yet, it took a Goron jumping in front of the three of you, screaming at the two Outcasts for bringing a Hyde into the school grounds, that made you snap. Your eyes flashed yellow as your head snapped upward, a fierce growl darting through your bared tusks and echoing around the courtyard.

“You have a problem with them, you have a problem with me.”

You roared at the boy, the voice not belonging to you and yet, possessing the same protectiveness as your usual character. The boys hand snapped fearfully up to grasp his beanie, prepared to rip it from his head and turn you to stone. Enid trudged forward before Wednesday could, a commanding bark silencing the dissonant commotion. With a scowl, the boy steps out of your way, muttering under his breath

“We already have a problem with you, Hyde.”

Your head returned to its original position, your eyes faded back to their natural color and your tusks vanished behind your bleeding lips. Wednesday threw glares at each outcast she passed, making them shrink away into the crowd. The commotion started up again the second you three disappeared behind the vast, wooden doors, but you did not speak again, not when they got you into their dorm room, not when Wednesday sat you on the edge of her bed. Wednesday began to scan the wounds in your face as Enid vanished into the bathroom, Thing scuffling after her with a shirt clasped in his fingers. You never responded when Wednesday spoke to you, the only sound she received were hisses as she cleaned the tender wounds on your face. She hadn’t noticed the tears sliding down your cheeks until she was wiping them away, caught up in the pain your brokenness caused her to endure. You stiffly moved your arms as Enid returned (in human form) allowing yourself to be guided into one of her massive hoodies, the trench coat removed and dumped onto the Goths desk, the long, rugged fabric soon replaced with soft Cotten tracksuit pants. Enid shuffled beside you, allowing your head to fall onto her shoulder, she never complained as your tears soaked her top, but Wednesday could see the questions behind her roommates softening gaze.

“There was no need to stand up to that Goron Y/n”

Wednesday muttered, handing the werewolf a fresh cloth, the intense alcoholic scent making you scrunch up your nose. Enid carefully rolled up your sleeve, revealing the claw marks in your arm, blood spewing over the skin and onto your leg, no doubt staining the grey tracksuit. Enid stifled a horrified gasp as she stared at her handywork, it had not looked this bad when you were in your other form, but this-

“Y/n!”

Wednesday shouts as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you fall limp into the werewolves' strong arms. She immediately rests you down onto the bed, shouting for you to wake up.

“She is losing too much blood, apply pressure to the wound on her abdomen!”

The werewolf stares in shock at the blood seeping through your clothes, taking in the cuts decorating each and every inch of your skin. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face, her body shaking more violently than yours had. Wednesday darts in front of her immediately, a stern, almost desperate look on her face.

“If you do not help me, she will die Enid.”

The werewolf nods, running to your side as the psychic desperately tries to save your life......

#fanfiction #jenna ortega #wednesday #requests #vampire #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #ghostface #scream 6 #jenna ortega werewolf #werewolf #werwolf reader #wednesday x werewolf

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windtooweem · 2 years

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My Comfort Characters Comfort you

Cartoon/Anime version

Ft. Tanjiro, Nezuko, Entrapta, Adora, Pidge, Callum, Rayla, Violet, Bee, and Puppycat. In that order.

Tw! Angst, fluff, comfort

This can be read as Platonic or Romantic

Tanjiro and Nezuko

They hate seeing you sad

They are the two eldest siblings, comforting is in their DNA

They are willing to listen to you rant and give you advice

Or if you want to they will sit with you in comforting silence

Tanjiro makes food for you because food makes everyone feel better

Nezuko will run outside at night and make you a flower crown or if your allergic she will make a picture of you, Tanjiro and her playing under the sun

Tanjiro will give you a big hug and let you cry it out

They will do anything in their power to make you happy again

If you’re scared they will stay with you until the sun goes up

If you forget to take care of yourself they will remind you to do that

Both of them will cuddle up with you to remind you that this will pass, your not alone and they will support you to no end

100/10 would recommend coming to them for comfort

Entrapta

She doesn’t really understand but she will try her best to help you

She will offer you a tiny cupcake with a heart on it

She will tell you about her failed experiments and she never gave up on them (Except the one that tried to kill everyone)

Is a strong believer that failures help you learn

No one as smart as her could make her way in the world without making flaws along the way

Will try to take your mind off whatever is bothering you

100% understands if you don’t wanna talk about what happened and won’t ask why

And if you do tell her she won’t tell

It’s your story to tell, not hers, not someone else’s

But will be very happy that you trust her enough to tell her about what’s bothering you

She will hold you in her hair if you want cuddles when she’s doing a experiments

Adora

She doesn’t really know how to comfort people

She has some experience with Catra at the horde but other than that, that’s it

She will awkwardly give you a hug with her muscles

As someone who loves hugs, people with muscles are good huggers

She will tell you story’s of when she was in the Horde and tell you horror story’s of ghost Princesses seeking revenge on the poor Horde soldiers

Yes the story’s were made by Shadowever

She will get Glimmer and Bow to help you out

She cares she really does but she can’t comfort people well

Pidge

She will use her very poor sense of humor to comfort you

Like Entrapta she thinks that failure helps you learn

She will yell at you to stop mopping around and get back up and try again

She knows that mopping around dose nothing to help the situation

She will get Lance to cheer you up

And her sarcasm as well

She and Hunk will attempt to make a cake to make you feel better

She will let you cry it out if you want to

She will invite you too see Lance’s butt get kicked by her in training or Video games

Will Jump someone who makes you sad

She doesn’t care if it was family or friend no one gets to hurt you

She knows how if feels like to be hurt a little too well

Callum and Rayla

Rayla knows nothing about comforting people at all

But Callum on the other hand is the king of comfort as the older sibling

Rayla will suggest keeping it bottled up or fighting the person who made you sad

Callum will baby you like Tanjiro would but more aggressive

Kinda like Ted from HIMYM comforting Robin when she found out she can’t have kids, but 10x more aggressive

Rayla won’t smother you like Callum but she will do her human impressions it make you laugh

And Callum will interrogate you for answers about who hurt you

Callum is scary when he tries

Rayla is a dork but also very dangerous

Glares to the person that hurt you

Bee, Puppycat and Violet

Violet has a natural gift for comforting people with interesting ways

To shorten it She will jump people

Bee is the one REALLY comforting you

Violet and Puppycat are planning that persons downfall

Bee will wrap you in blankets and watch Pretty partrick with you in her arms like a baby

Puppycat is given stolen Crispins bat and is willing to start violence

He is given too much power, please stop him from bashing people on the head demanding to see the person that hurt you

Violet will keep you and Bee home and will help Puppycat find that person

Bee will be rocking you back and forth like a baby trying to help you feel better

Puppycat is so petty he will grab a snack that person was gonna get and lick it all

Gremlin honestly

#bee and puppycat x reader #voltron x reader #tdp x reader #kny x reader #she ra x reader #pidge x reader #tanjiro x reader #nezuko x reader

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ms-fade · 1 year

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Baby boy

Poly!Dark!Lockwood&lucy x male!reader

I miss these two and just randomly had a thought, so here’s these two baddies again.

Dead dove do not eat! (Idk if I used this right! But please read the warnings)

⚠️Warning: Male receiving, hand jobs, blow jobs, spanking with a belt, chocking, forced mommy & daddy kink, Dark!Anythony and Lucy. Them being really aggressive towards the end. ⚠️

It was aways fun to watch you squirm, I mean really it was their highlight of the day. When they could lean close to you, just by your ear and listen to you talk. When you’d catch them staring at you with that look, darkness and teasing. You hated how they affected you.

You weren’t their boyfriend, they never asked you out or anything but you wanted them both so bad. You’d blush when they’d give you the slightest touches, like hitting shoulders or their hands on your hips. It was like they were a drug, one that you were addicted to.

The couple wanted you back and decided a long time ago that you were theirs. They’d threaten and glare at anyone who came close to you or even looked at you. You, sweet boy, were only theirs. And now they had you in their claws.

You arched your back and whimpered as the hand that wrapped around your hard cock was moving at the speed of light. “Slow-” you whined and you started to squirm on the bed you laid on. There were tears falling from the corner of your eyes as you were overwhelmed by the pleasure you had felt in the passed hour.

“Don’t move, baby boy.” Anthony pushed his hands on both sides of your hips down into the mattress. “You’ve been so good for us already, that pretty little cock can’t handle any more can it?” His voice babying you, like you were pathetic.

“He’s just stressed. I mean he’s never been touched by another,” Lucy looked up at her boyfriend as she continued to stroked her hand, never missing a beat. “But he can take as much as we give him.” She looked back at you. “Right?”

You whined and threw your head back to try and not anger them. It was too much for you to handle, I mean you’ve already came two times already and another one was so close. And you couldn’t tell them you’d already been with another, no that wouldn’t go over well.

“Good boy.” Anthony praises. He leaned down and pressed kiss on your chest, you would whimper when he used his teeth to make marks. You held onto him tightly and tried weakly to push him away but he just smirked and kept going. “Such a weak little thing compared to daddy.”

You open you eyes at the title he gave himself. You wanted to fight it until you feel something warm and wet swallow your cock. “Fuck.” You look down to see Lucy taking your cock into her mouth and start to bobble her head.

Your moans got louder and reach down to her hair. You focus on the feelings as Anthony watched you with admiration, you looked too cute. “Thank, her.” He got close to your ear and kissed the skin. “Say: “Thank you, mommy.” she deserves it.”

Feeling your heart skip a beat and mind flood back, you look at him with a hesitant look. You didn’t want to use those names, it was to dirty for you. And it was embarrassing. So you decided to not say it and close your eyes hoping he wouldn’t care.

How wrong you were.

“I’m sorry!” You scream as his belt hit your already red ass, you were crying now and sobbing on his lap. Lucy was beside you and kept her hand in your hair, she looked sympathetic but she enjoyed watching you be in pain. “Are you?” Groaning in pain as she yanked your hair up and held your head to make you look at her.

Another hit made you jump and nod your head quickly. He was bruising you, the skin blue and purple and he could see a bit of blood come to the surface. You needed it to stop and you knew what you needed to do.

“I’m sorry, mommy!” You cried out.

You made them stop and Lucy looked at you prideful. You waited for another slap but it never came, “And what about me?” He asked from behind you. “Sorry- I’m sorry, it wouldn’t happen again Daddy.” It was adorable to see you back being obedient for them.

“That’s a good boy.” Lockwood hummed. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back onto the bed beside him. His hands wrapped around your throat and squeezed tightly and it hurt. The pressure was getting to you immediately and it was scaring you how they acted.

He keep his grip and looked into your teary eyes as you tried to speak, eyes and lips quivering. Lucy took off her skirt and underwear then hopped on top of your lap, you tried looked at her but were yanked back to him. She lined your cock up to her hole and rubbed it along her folds to tease herself and you.

Gasping as the air got back into your lungs as he let go and pushes you back with force. “Be a good boy for Mommy, and cum in me.” She demanded with a sweet tone as she lowered herself on you. You groaned out at the feeling of her wet, warm pussy.

You wanted to go, to leave, but you knew there was no chance of escaping. You could imagine the bad things they might do you if you tried to get away from them. So you did the smart move to stay and be willing. You did love them both and as long as you were good for them, then you should be safe.

Or so you’d hope.

#lucy carlyle x anthony lockwood #poly lockwood x lucy #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood x reader smut #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood smut #lucy carlyle smut #locklyle #poly!locklyle x reader #locklyle x reader #lockwood & co x reader

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embersofthewoods · 7 months

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The Way I Loved You ~ A Soukou fanfic

It was twilight, and Chuuya was sat on the roof of the mafia building, overlooking the city, smoking a cigarette, and completely lost in thought.

“You should smoke so much you know. You’ll damage your lungs – like my brother.”

Chuuya almost leapt out of his skin. “Jesus, Gin, I didn’t hear you coming.”

She only shrugged before adding, “I am an assassin. And quiet is kind of my thing.”

She sat down beside him, and swing her legs over the edge of the building. They sat in peaceful silence for a few moments, before Chuuya finally asked, “Why are you up here anyways?”

Gin gave him a look. “You’ve been up here, alone, for almost an hour.”

“So?”

“You miss him.”

Chuuya felt his face flush bright red. “What!? No, I- I mean… who are you- I don’t even know what you mean.” he declared.

“It’s alright,” said Gin, “I miss him too.”

“You- you do?” Chuuya couldn’t hide his surprise.

“Yes. Despite being excessively cruel to my brother sometimes, Dazai-san has taught him much. He was also the first person to ever give us a home. So yes, I miss him.”

“I suppose so. Why would I miss him though!?” asked Chuuya. His attempt to bluff his way out of the situation failed, as Gin gave him another look that quite clearly said ‘Don’t give me that crap.’

Chuuya sighed resignedly. “Okay. Fine. We were secretly…friends.”

“…”

“OKAY. More than friends. We- I- … Much as I hated him, - and I did hate him, - I… I think I loved him. And now… now that I’ve realised and accepted that… I miss him. So much.”

Gin looked at him silently, her soft eyes clearly indicating she understood and was listening.

“What was it like, to love him?” she asked softly.

“Wow.” Chuuya leaned back on his hands and gazed up at the stars.

“That’s a big question.

“Well, we would constantly be screaming at each other, especially in public obviously, and fighting to prove our strength.

“But then he would randomly come and drag me out of my apartment and we would kiss in the rain…” Chuuya sighed and smiled at the memory.

“And I was constantly up at like 2am, thinking of him. I would curse his name because I just couldn’t get him out of my head!! I was… I was that madly in love it made me act insane!” Chuuya punched his palm aggressively and covered his face with his hands. He peeped through his fingers and Gin, who was still listening in her quietly comprehensive way, before continuing.

“I had so many mental breakdowns, like panic attacks, and times when I would just… I had to cry in a corner.” He stopped again and glared at Gin suddenly. “You won’t tell anyone about this. Will you.” he said gruffly.

Gins eyes, filled with kindness, stared back. “Not if you don’t want me to.” she promised.

Chuuya relaxed slightly. “Good. Yeah. Well, when… that happened, it was always okay, because he was there to comfort me, and tell me ‘its okay, I’m here’. And I would always be there for him. And now…” Chuuya broke off, his voice filled with emotion. He composed himself quickly and resumed, in still a slightly shaky voice.

“Also… he was the one who encourage me to come out to you guys… do you remember?”

Gin nodded, “I do. That was so brave of you.”

Chuuya sighed sadly, “well, Dazai was the reason I has the courage to do it.

“It… I mean… the whole experience gave me a rush, like I was on a rollercoaster, ya know? It made me giddy with love and happiness, but now, its over, so suddenly. And all I feel is kind of… sick.

“But mostly… I just never knew I could feel that much. Like… I’m… I don’t… I’m hardly human. Yet all these emotions that I couldn’t explain, let alone understand just filled me, and… it was all because of him.

“So yeah. That’s the way I loved him. And God, did I love him. I see that now.”

Chuuya sniffed, and breathed deeply.

“It’s alright,” said Gin.

“I know! I’m fine!” insisted Chuuya.

“Yes. But… that’s a lot. I think you should tell him how you feel. Then maybe… he will come back. For all of us.”

Chuuya looked at her sceptically. “I could never say all that to him.”

“Well maybe, you don’t have to.”

The confusion was evident on Chuuya’s face, so Gin continued,

“You’re a musician, right?”

“How on earth do you-“ Chuuya interjected.

“Never mind how I know. But you could write him a song. Saying everything you’ve just told me.” she suggested softly.

Chuuya stared vacantly at the city.

“I… well, … maybe I could.”

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain,

And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name,

So in love that I acted insane

And that's the way I loved you.

Breaking down and coming on out,

It's a roller coaster kind of rush,

And I never knew I could feel that much,

But that's the way I loved you

HELLO MY FRIENDS I have returned from the abyss. This fic took /ages/ as I just kept procrastinating it but it is now finally here.

Obviously I based it on the lyrics to the Taylor Swift song "The Way I Loved You". I just thought the lyrics fit Soukou so damn well. I like taking inspiration from random stuff like this :) I have more lyrics fanfics in the works so lemme know if you'd want to see that and if there's any songs or ships you'd particularly like to see :)!

AS USUAL any feedback is gratefully received. I want to know what you guys think!! I had loads of fun writing this so I hope you like it too!!

K bye I will return. Soonish. :)

Edit: oh yeah tags are a thing

#YAY SOUKOKU FICS #fic based on lyrics #bsd #fanfiction #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd dark era #soukoku #soukouku #bsd skk #skk #skk fanfic #bsd gin #gin akutagawa #bungou gay dogs

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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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Hey! You said in a previous post (the glamrocks x reader on their period) that when the reader is on her period gr Bonnie would make the reader beg and plead for the bear essentials but gr Foxy would be caring and provide for the reader. So what if both gr Bonnie and gr Foxy are yandere for the reader and Foxy walks in on Bonnie treating the reader like that while she's on her period? Would he just leave him to it? Or will a fight break out? Or neither, would he go about it different?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐱𝐲

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝙵𝙽𝙰𝙵: 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎, 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚡𝚢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎-𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎

Ah yes, THEM who are barely canon, I love them so much.

"Bonnie quit it!" You hissed in annoyance at the bot, tears swelling up in your eyes from the unfair treatment, flinching once a tight squeeze hurtfully made itself apperant in your stomach "O-ow- fuck..." You hated the situation you were in, a chain wrapped tightly around your ankle and your hands handcuffed, you didn't even know where the key was either, nor did you know where you were.

All you knew was that Bonnie was being a bitch right now.

"Haha~" Bonnie laughed, it sounded so gleeful and cheery, almost like he wasn't holding the medicine right out of reach "Come and get it star, it's not that difficult... Or I can give it to you if you beg me better." The bunny bot sent a grin your way, sadistic glint in his eyes.

"Please just give it..." You clenched your jaw when you nearly felt yourself ready to vomit from the pain, tears rolling down your eyes "So cute~" Bonnie laughed at seeing your crying, pained expression.

"That's a good start, continue some more and I'll change my mind~" Bonnie hummed playfully with an innocent smile as he waved the medicine around.

Only for the medicine to be snatched away, Bonnie's face fell into an annoyed yet unamused one as he was grabbed by the back of the neck and pulled backwards, falling into the floor as a result "And here comes prince charming." The rabbit bot huffed in annoyance, sitting up and playfully glaring at the newcomer.

Glamrock Foxy paused, turning to give Bonnie a sharp glare before scoffing and turning back towards you.

He didn't say anything as he approached, only kneeling down to your level and handing you the pill, quickly opening the water bottle and helping you drink considering handcuffs prevent your hands from doing much "Better?" Your gaze softened a little once Foxy gave you a sympathetic look, patting your head ever so gently.

"You spoil her too much." Bonnie huffed in annoyance, staring at the two of you. It was an inconvenience that Foxy happened to fall for you too, but Bonnie made use of him because of his strength.

Yes it was annoying that he had to share and couldn't have as much fun as he really wanted to, but it was a better outcome than needing to get his own hands dirty.

"And you should stop entertaining yourself this way." Foxy growled back at him. He HATED the fact he had to share you, let alone share you with Bonnie out of all bots, it just made him even more aggressive in general whenever the purple rabbit was in sight. But he knew if he even laid a scratch on Bonnie that damn rabbit would do something to put him out of commission.

'Just for a little while and you'll be taken away.' Bonnie smirked as he stared at Foxy who was ever so carefully tending to your needs 'Too bad, if you cooperated with me we could've been more peaceful about this.'

Glamrock Foxy didn't believed that he was all that great, but his sense of pride was deeply rooted when he saw the relief wash over your expression once the pain started to disappear "Do you need anything else?" Sure he couldn't release you from the chain and handcuffs but he could make it more comfortable.

He cared little of what Glamrock Bonnie was planning, mostly because he didn't pay attention to the bunny bot unless you were in the picture.

For you it was clear favoritism towards Foxy, Bonnie always had the upper hand except for this case... Maybe that's why he's been even more playful -sadistic- towards you, because nothing was going as his plans since a big obstacl was added in.

"Once he goes away let's play a little more, okay sweetheart?~"

"Don't listen to him darling, I'll always be here with you alright?"

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere security breach #yandere drabble #yandere imagines #yandere glamrock foxy #yandere glamrock bonnie

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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JAM OUT - eighteen! worst day ever

synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?

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you weren’t one to barge home just so easily. even if you did, it was probably cause heeseung wanted a quickie before he went to play basketball with his friends (or hookup for the night)

but this time…you couldn’t take it. you had to question to boy.

“what the fuck is wrong with you.” you asked the boy as he was busy aggressively clicking on the controller. he looks up at you and pauses the game. which he did surprisingly. a bottle of soju next to him, pretty evident he had been drinking.

you noted that he probably went out with that girl earlier hence he had a new bottle of soju in his hands.

“what’s wrong with me? what’s wrong with you?”

“dont fucking contradict my question with another question, lee heeseung. answer me why the fuck you are so salty about me being with jake?”

“jake will only hurt your heart sweetheart.”

“and you haven’t been doing that?”

“(name), what do you mean?”

“I thought we were loyal to each other. we made that the number one rule of this fucked up relationship have!”

“but we also made it rule to not tell anyone else.”

“BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU CAN GO AROUND FUCKING OTHER GIRLS WHO ARENT ME! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LOYAL TO EACH OTHER.”

“well you fucked jake.” heeseung shrugs.

you groaned and tugged on your hair, “YOU WERE THE FIRST ONE TO BREAK THAT FUCKING RULE.”

“but you still did it.” heeseung says.

“heeseung you’re fucked up in the damn brain. I cant believe I fell in love with you, god.”

then it hits you. the words spilling out faster than you could stop yourself.

“you fell in love with me?” heeseung asks

“heeseung, can we please just forget what I said?” your voice strained.

“no, listen. you fell in love with me? while we hold this relationship? you know i dont do relationships (name).”

“EXACTLY, YOU WERE THE IDIOT THAT MADE THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP.” you say.

“AND YOU AGREED TO IT.”

“FUCK YOU, I WISH I NEVER BECAME FRIENDS WITH YOU OR FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU.” you yelled.

something crashes and when you turned to see who it was. it was your other friends. the boys, yeji and ryujin. their jaws were dropped. your eyes with the last person whom you didn’t want to know of this relationship with heeseung.

jungwon.

you ran up the steps and simply ran away. jake, sunoo, yeji and ryujin following in your steps. ni-ki, jay, sunghoon, hueningkai, taehyun and jungwon stayed.

jungwon balls up his fist and swings right at heeseung. heeseung holds up his jaw, shocked that the younger boy swung at him. jungwon gives heeseung the nastiest glare and jay only holds him back from causing more trouble. sunghoon goes to help heeseung up.

“LET ME HAVE HIM. HE HURT MY NOONA.” jungwon growls (which was cute to jay but now was not the time for simping)

“come on, hit me more. I’m proud to admit that I hurt your sister and made her cry a bunch. I am proud to say, I successfully played with your sister.” those words spill out of heeseung faster than he could stop himself.

jungwon fights to get out of jay’s grasp and jay tries his back to hold jungwon back. tears stinging jungwon’s eyes, it was angry tears. he was filled with rage.

“sunghoon, huening, ni-ki stay with heeseung hyung. me, taehyun and yedam will bring jungwon up to meet (name) and make sure she is alright.” jay instructs. sunghoon nods and so jay goes up whilst dragging jungwon.

the door opens and all jay sees is jake comforting you as you were bawling your eyes out. he lets jungwon go and jungwon falls to the ground crying equally as hard you. jay wraps his arms around the boy, caging him and letting him cry as much as he wanted.

everyone felt the sick tension in the air and they hated it. yedam, taehyun, sunoo, yeji and ryujin stole glances at each other, knowing this would end horribly.

“noona.” jungwon suddenly looks up. you looked up at your younger brother and simply held out your arms. jake lets you go and jungwon ran into your arms. crying harder by the second.

you hated this. you hated seeing your brother cry because of you.

today was officially the worst day for both you and jungwon.

and it was all because of

lee heeseung

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Favorite Jackson

Day of five celebration marathon

Yan!camp half blood x Male!Jackson!reader

-£ Ask: Yan camp half bloods (specifically Grover, Percy, and Annabeth) for Percy's older brother, also son of posiden who takes after Sally just SO much, and bakes cookies for everyone and takes care of them even if they are mad at him.

-£ words: 900

-£ warning: short, yandere behavior, protective over the reader, stalking themes, reader being a bit naive, drowning themes?

it was always the son of Poseidon to calm down the campers in their time of need. ares cabin hated that they couldn’t find it in themselves to be mean to him. they only wanted to be near him and fight anyone that came near him. even his own brother, percy.

y/n was always near his brother when he was at camp. he was protective over his little brother but everyone new that Percy was the one to take care of things. sure, y/n would glare at someone that would say something mean but it was percy who handled things much differently.

“do you have everything?” Y/n looked over his brother with a worded look in his eyes, looking so much like his mother.

“Yeah, calm down.” Percy smiled and laughed at his brother, “I’ve done this before.” y/n huffed out his cheeks and flicked his forehead.

“I’m worried about you! Now don’t be a little brat,” percy could only smirked and rub his forehead. “I baked some cookies for your trip, make sure you share with Annabeth.”

percy took the bag of blue cookies, “no problems.”

speaking of annabeth, she often watched him from afar to make sure no one bothered him. but she loved him like family. someone that took the roll of Luke when he left but annabeth would make sure he would never leave her. this time she was going to have family that stuck.

Grover, the satyr was very manipulating. he only liked it when y/n hung around the trio. he’d say that the other kids were mean to him so he could get attention. you had to take care of percy when he got picked on at school, so you were protective over anyone who got bullied.

“Guys,” you groan as they tug your arm around camp, “I was enjoying a meal.” Your own stomach making noises at the thought of food.

“We need some to watch us train,” percy looked up at his brother, “I thought you’d help me? Or, maybe- oh, I get it. You think it’s lame to help your little brother?” and you played right into his little trap.

“I can’t believe you’d say that, you know that’s not true.” You push his head and roll your eyes and end up following them to the training ground where they fought to get your praise and attention.

now, you did try and take care of the younger campers of any cabin but ares and aphrodites childs were clingy, and so were the hermes kids.

ares kids likes to try and impress you with their fighting skills and aggression. aphrodites kids like to tug you around and play with your hair, even if it was short, and make you learn how to braid.

hermes kids like to pull you away by any means necessary. infected someone’s clothes so they break out in hives and itch like crazy. maybe start to stealing things and hind them around. or, simply ask you to help them because you could never refuse.

percy hated everyone for stealing his brother away from him, didn’t they know you cared about him the most? as much as everyone hated to admit, but percy had you wrapped around his finger. just like his mom you wanted to care for him, make him happy and keep him safe.

all he had to do was look at you with his puppy eyes and say, “please big brother?” and it was like he was five again and needed your help to pick up his toys. hints why you always helped him do his chores.

but when it comes to protecting you? Percy doesn’t care who he has to team up with, someone is going down.

“I’m fine Percy, really.” You wiped the tear off your check and feel ashamed of crying in front of your brother. but you were so frustrated and embarrassed! you were a few years older then percy and still you couldn’t fight like him! Heck your own father didn’t trust you to go on missions with percy, or anyone else at camp.

“Don’t give me that,” Percy patted your shoulder with a small drop in his voice. you couldn’t see the darkness in his eye as he tried to soothe you.

“Who were you training with?”

as soon as you answer he knew exactly what he was going to do, have a little chat with that person. once he got you to calm down he gave you a smile. he offered to go get you something from the kitchens and you just nodded and stayed put in your shared cabin.

which is why he was next to clarisse who stood with her arms crossed. both had a glint in their eyes but for the first time not at each other but the kid on the ground.

“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt him! he asked me to teach him something but he didn’t do as I said,” the kid kept backing away from the two but they just kept creeping closer.

“And who said you could train them?” clarisse asked with darting tone.

“Yeah, who said you could train my brother? Out all people, you don’t have the right.” Percy hissed and leaps forward to grab ahold of the collar of his camp shirt.

“I think you need a lesson.” the boy whimpered and shook his head while pleading but it feel deaf to their ears.

clarisse took him from percy and dragged him to the lake as the sun had almost set. she threw and evil look at percy as the corner of her lips tugging into a smirk.

“water is your specialty, Jackson.” She threw him back down into the water.

“Show him what you got.”

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Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 12

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Faith

12 Months earlier

I stood with my hands jammed into my pocket, Olivia putting her hand on my shoulder and Zeke glaring at Calloway across the stage. I made eye contact with Calloway briefly while he mugged for the camera, Marty keeping him busy as he talked about how he’d ‘annihilated us.’

“-But yeah, that’s why I’m gonna win the championship this year,” Calloway said with a smug grin plastered to his stupid face.

“You are definitely becoming a favored underdog, but so are your opponents,” Marty pointed out. “Aren’t you worried about Team Dai Gurren coming back with a vengeance?”

“No, I think one-shotting them tonight was a good indicator of the quality-gap between us,” Calloway said.

I grinded my teeth together as the microphone was brought over to us. Olivia, bless her, took point for the interview. “So, what happened tonight?” Marty asked.

“Calloway definitely took us by surprise- we had no idea Polyphemus was that fast, or that it could hit that hard,” Olivia said diplomatically.

“And what about your own performance?”

“I mean it wasn’t much of a performance, was it?” Olivia said with an awkward laugh. “We didn’t get out the gate fast enough, and Calloway got a lucky shot in-”

“Cheap shot,” I said under my breath. Calloway had sprinted right for us the instant the fight started, faster than any of us were prepared for. Olivia started to swerve out of the way, but that just meant Polyphemus’ ax caught us on our right wheel axis and severed the tires clean off. Along with our break wires. We wound up careening directly into the screws, not able to stop while we got caught under it and then got counted out.

“A lucky shot,” Olivia insisted.

I spaced out the rest of the interview, stewing in frustration as my ill-fitting clothes swung around the body I hated. The team and I hauled our amputee victim of a bot back into the pits, where, surprise surprise, we found Calloway humming and working on his machine.

“Hi,” he chirped. “Great fight, guys!”

“You already won, there’s no need to be passive-aggressive,” I snarled.

“I’m not being passive-aggressive, I just had a good time,” Calloway said, furrowing his brow. He stepped forward, away from his work station and towards ours.

Olivia stood behind me, already zoning into work. I wanted to as well, but I couldn’t get my mind off of this Calloway being a raging tool one minute and a happy little himbo the next.

Zeke put himself between Calloway and I, grabbed Calloway by the shoulders and stared directly at him. “Dude. You’re giving off real mixed signals. Dial it back. And give us all some space. Please.”

Calloway… Blinked. Then he looked away, down at his shoes. I cocked (heh. Cock) my head in confusion while I watched the scene play out.

“Okay,” Calloway said in a soft, quiet voice.

“Good,” Zeke said, letting go of his shoulders and turning around.

I watched Calloway stand there another moment. He seemed to refuse to make eye contact with me, and finally, after a moment, he turned around and went to work on his machine.

Finally, I did the same.

Always last to act.

***

Now

I slid back against the surface of the wall and sobbed. I’d read the signs, because they were loud and clear even to me, so I made myself leave. I hiked around to the back parking lot and just… Just…

I didn’t even make it back to my car before I started crying.

He liked her. And she clearly liked him. Why the hell wouldn’t she? I certainly couldn’t blame her. The only one I could blame was myself for waiting too long.

I thought back to the night Calloway… Kate gave us our first defeat. I still got mad about that fight sometimes, still got annoyed at myself for losing to cheap shot like that, still got annoyed at Olivia for not moving fast enough. But that wasn’t the point; the point was that… When Zeke had put himself between me and Kate, when my own girlfriend wouldn’t do the same… That was the moment I started becoming attracted to him. And looking back on it… It was probably the same for Kate.

I always waited too long. I could have come out in high school or college, transitioned younger. I could have been competing in robotics younger too.

I could have told Zeke how I felt about him any time in the past year.

So why the hell hadn’t I? Because I wanted him to do everything for me?

I buried my face in my hands and wept, feeling my makeup running off my visage while the warm night air of late June grew colder around me.

“You okay?”

I yanked my hands away from my face and looked up, where, to my horror, Olivia stood. “Do I look okay?” I said bitterly.

“No, you look like you’re in an absolute state,” Olivia said.

“Still not one to mince words, I see,” I said.

“It’s part of my charm,” Olivia said.

“Yeah. Sure it is.”

“Ouch,” Olivia winced.

“... Sorry, I just…”

“May I sit?”

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead,” I said.

She sat next to me on the grass pressing against the outer wall of the building. “So, are you just broken up about losing tonight, or is this about me-”

“No, to both,” I said.

“Is it Zeke?” Olivia asked.

“...”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Olivia said.

“What does?” I asked, dreading the answer.

“You like him,” Olivia said.

“... Am I that obvious?” I said, my chest deflating.

“No, actually you’re not,” Olivia said. “It was just something I picked up on from the way you two have been interacting this year. Plus, you gush about him on instagram sometimes, posting pictures of the two of you together… I kinda just figured you were already dating, to be honest.”

“We’re… Definitely not,” I said. “There’s… There’s someone else. A girl named Kate. And Zeke has been spending all his time with her lately. They’re spending time together right now, actually. Getting real close and cuddled up. I made a retreat because I… Didn’t wanna be a third wheel.”

“That’s… Honestly shocking to hear,” Olivia said.

“What, that I actually had the social intuition to make myself scarce?”

“No. Well, yes. But also, that he’s interested in someone else.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not. Zeke followed you around like a lovesick puppy even when he thought you were a boy. You asked him to join our team and he said yes without even having to think about it. He was instantly supportive when you came out- which is certainly more than I can say. Plus… He’s incredibly protective of you, dresses up and dances with you when you two win fights… That’s all a lot for someone who just sees you as a friend.”

I blinked rapidly, a million interactions taking on a new context as the final proverbial horse crossed the finish line. “Dammit.”

“The question, though, is- does he know you like him?”

“I… I mean I’ve never told him directly-”

“Then he doesn’t know.”

“What do you mean he doesn’t know- if it’s so obvious-”

“Because- and I feel like you already know this, but I’ll just give you a reminder- most guys who were, ya know, raised by parents, constantly get the message drilled into them that just because a girl hangs out with them doesn’t mean she’s into them romantically. And Zeke’s parents, if you recall… Well they tend to assume the worst. Always.”

“God, they really do,” I said, clenching my jaw and speaking through my teeth.

“So, if you haven’t told him, and he hasn’t done anything that would indicate he knows… He probably just assumes you only see him as a friend. I mean, hell- does he even know you’re into guys?”

“...”

“Have you ever been watching a movie or a show together and been like ‘wow that guy is super hot?’ Just to, like, get the information out there that you’re into fellas?” Olivia asked.

I said, “No, because he has low self-esteem and I don’t want him to feel insecure and oh goddammit he has literally no idea. The possibility that I like him back has probably never even occurred to him.”

“And this Kate girl, I’m guessing she’s a bit more on the direct side?”

“I think so, yeah,” I said, bunching my legs together and squeezing them against my chest. “She was the one who asked him out earlier this week, and she’s the one who started cuddling up to him a few minutes ago… Dammit. I just… I kept waiting for him to make the first move because it sounded so… Nice! Being the one who gets courted for once-”

“‘Courted’ wow, you really are old fashioned, aren’t you?”

“Apparently, yeah,” I said. “It just seemed… Affirming.”

“Fair enough. But you gotta admit, with Zeke specifically… That probably wasn’t the best course of action.”

I nodded. “What should I do?”

“Are you seriously asking me of all people for advice about your boy problems?”

“... I see your point.”

“That being said, I do wanna make things up to you, given how awful I was,” Olivia said, cracking her knuckles. “Way I see it, you got two options: option one- tell Zeke how you feel, and put the ball in his court. He and this Kate girl have only started getting close to each other in the past week, that means it’s all still new enough that there’s no guarantee it will last. If you’re lucky, he sees the whole situation as a case of the girl he’s actually loved the whole time finally telling him you can be together, and he breaks it off with the girl who’s, yeah sure, new and exciting and forward, but whom he doesn’t have as strong a connection to.”

“And if I’m not lucky?” I asked.

“Oh, he decides that you waited too long to tell him, that it’s not cool to wait until he’s found someone else to spring this on him. It’ll probably make things horrifically awkward between you two, which is, uh, not great in the middle of tournament season.”

I sighed and looked up, trying to peer through the smog and light pollution blocking out the stars. “What’s option two?”

“Do nothing,” Olivia said, standing up and facing me. “Say nothing. Keep all of this to yourself. Swallow your feelings till they go away on their own. It’ll take a while, and it will hurt, but… If you really care about him, you’ll want him to be happy on his own terms. Even if it’s with someone who’s not you. Be honest with me- are you okay with that?”

“... I wanna say yes. I really wanna say yes,” I said, my guilt and shame a dumpster fire burning inside my chest and releasing noxious fumes.

“You need to do better than that,” Olivia said. “If you’re not sure, then you’re gonna drive yourself crazy by not telling him. Especially if she’s not a good fit for him. Do you think she is?”

“I… Also wanna say yes to that, but to be honest, me and this girl don’t have a great history. We’ve been patching things up lately but… Not a great precedent.”

“That certainly complicates things,” Olivia said. She offered me a hand up, and I took it. “But you’re smart. You’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks,” I said. “For everything.”

“Just doing what needs to be done,” Olivia said with a smile. “I should probably get back to my team, finish up repairs for the night. You take care of yourself- and let me know if you need a shoulder to cry on about all this!”

“Will do!”

And with that, I watched her walk away from me again, but this time… I was okay with how we left things.

I sat there a few more minutes, then wiped off my messy makeup and looped back around to the Calloway clan and the man I pined for. Kate had changed clothes- I assumed her mom had brought a dress for her and that was what she’d gone to get. She and Zeke were standing next to each other with very little spacing separating them, but at least they weren’t cuddling anymore.

Kate leaped towards me and said, “Faith!”

“Hey,” I said, “You’re in a better mood.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, radiating a palpable warmth and giddiness, her eyes shimmering in the light of the streetlamp above. “Can I hug you?”

“Uh… Sure?” I said, wishing to God I’d said no.

She wrapped her arms around me and giggled. “I’m trans, Faith. I’m trans!”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that,” I said. She wasn’t letting go of me, but her hug was… Not unpleasant. Her happiness was almost infectious. “Good for you.”

“Thanks. And, uh, I was wondering if you could help me with something?”

“... Depends on what it is.” Please don’t say ‘advice about Zeke’, I am begging you to say literally anything else-

“Can you help me with my voice?”

“Oh, uh… Sure. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Eeeee! Thank you thank you thank you so so so much!” she said, exuberance pouring through her and into me. She pulled away from the hug and looked me in the eyes, smiling wider than I’d ever thought possible, a smile that wasn’t a sneer or a smug grin or one that was in any way, shape, or form punchable. She was just… Happy, and pure. She was… Adorable, honestly.

Her face was very close to mine- I don’t think she even realized it, given how bad she’d always been about personal space. But I had to admit it, she was cute, and the look Zeke was giving her told me he was thinking the same thing.

Dammit.

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MISERY Misery Chastain x Elizebeth Chastian (plationic!)—

Notes: plationic relationship ofc, they’re litteral siblings, Misery is the perfect child, Misery can litterally do anything amazing, Misery hates it, Elizebeth is jealous of Misery, Mainly one sided hatered till the fight scene, Crying, Anger, Agression, Guilt, self-hate, distancing, disreguard for someones feelings, jealousy, yeah they both arent good people, Elizebeth is kinda werid, slight gore, Elizebeth is rlly eerie, She sorta mainuplates Misery??

A brown-nette with red hidden underneath a sheet of brown hair that fell at her neck sighed. Her red eyes watched as her sister, Elizebeth, practiced baseball with the rest of her team. They were all smiling.

Unlike the latter who was stuck inside a stingy gray closed quarters room, filing stuff for the student council. She shook her head before grabbing another packet and stappling it together. This process repeated a few times before someone knocked on the door, startling Misery.

“Misery, can I come in??” A familar voice asked.

Misery sighed, setting the packet in her hand down and looking at the door before speaking.

“Yes, come in.” The brunette with red stripes replied.

A girl with long white hair in two low buns entered the room. She had mixed light and dark red shadded eyes. She was pretty, sure.

“Hello, do you need help??” Kai asked.

Misery looked away for a second before looking towards the white-nette.

“I’ll be fine, now, did you need something??” The guartist asked.

The other girl sighed before placing a hand on the bridge of her nose. She pinched it before making a frustrated face.

“Your sibling, Elizebeth, got hurt while playing baseball-!”

Misery stood up almost immeditly when she heard that.

“Ah, ah, ah! She’s in the infurmiary, it was only a bloody nose and she’s a little dazed is all.” Kai shruged.

The eye-patch wearing girl simply nodded before breifly walking past Kai without another glance.

The girl left in the room took a passing look at the stappled papers while they walked towards the window. They peaked out, watching as the sun slowly began to set, school was over around two hours ago.

The youngest Adachi family member, strained to keep her eyes open and that’s when she decided it would be best to head home for the day.

The brunette girl slammed open the door to the infirmaray and walked over to Elizebeth.

“Mis-!” Before Elizebeth could plaster the stupid grin on her face, Misery death glared the younger.

“What happend???” The taller girl asked, looking at the slightly bruised and bleeding girl.

Misery noticed that her sister had slightly dialiated pupils. Elizebeth’s normally settled curly dark brown and red striped hair was down and ruffled. Her lip had a particularly deep cut in it.

“What the fuck happend??” Misery asked, more worried.

The younger sibling laughed, rather hoaresly. Her own deeper red eyes closing and opening.

“Oh, just the usual..beatdown from some of your more…aggressive fans..” Elizebeth’s expression changed when she looked at Misery’s.

“Your name suits you, you know. Your sorta’ causing me Misery here, Misery.”

No matter how off putting the comment or joke that Elizebeth said was. It still made a gut wrench at the said girl’s stomach. And it seemed like the other enjoyed it.

“Your acting..strange..did they drug you up?” The older sibling questioned, looking away again.

“If your gonna’ ask me something, you might aswell look at me. I deserve that much, don’t I??” Elizebeth’s voice took on a hurt tone.

Again, the eye-patch wearing girls stomach yanked at her but she made eye contact.

“If your asking if they gave me medicine, obviously, yes.” Elizebeth took on a sneering tone.

It really was the duality of her. She could mainuplate pretty much anyone. Not misery though, atleast..not fully. Her older sister, oh, her beloved older sister knew her so WELL.

“I’m sorry, I will tell them to cut it out or I will put in a referal to get them expeled.” The older said, biting her lip again.

Elizebeth sighed again before running a hand through her hair.

“Of course I do! Why would-!” She was cut off.

“Do you actually like baseball?” Misery asked.

The other brunette perked up at this and made a face.

“You seemed to be having fun playing, but as soon as you got out or someone started talking your expression changed.” The older sister replied.

Elizebeth’s own red eyes widend for a second, shock overtaking her other expression. Before shortly after she let out a string of laughing.

“Ahahaha! Oh please, ahaha! You should know that I don’t take kindly to people, Rey’.” Elizebeth smiled with her eyes closed.

Misery raised a eyebrow but shook off her sisters werid behavior.

“Well, I have to go back to the council room, head home when your feeling better..” The brunette nodded at her sister before leaving.

The injured ladder looked at Misery how she almost silently left. Elizebeth’s own deeper red eyes narrowed at the door before she turned towards the window next to the gurney bed.

She sat up and sort of had to stretch to see the moon. It was already out, and the sky was a navy blue, almost black. She watched as it slowly moved across the sky.

“The moon is really pretty tonight, isn’t it?..” The girl asked out loud.

No one responded to the question. The only people who responded were the shadows whispering towards one another.

Misery rubbed her head when she finally entered the entrance to her house. She looked around, looking for any family members.

“Oh, Misery! There you are!!” Misery’s mother sweetly called, already clinging on the tired girl.

“Hello, mom..” The brunette highschooler smiled nervously and tensed at the taller brunette.

“Did you finish your homework already?? Ooo, and how about council work??” Her mothers green eyes lit up in excitement.

“Yes, now if you’ll excuse me..I’m very tired..” Misery smiled before heading up the stairs.

“Oh? Without dinner?” The adult questioned, slight concern showed in her eyes.

“It’s fine, goodnight mom..” Misery smiled, more softly this time before heading upstairs and to her room.

As soon as Misery entered the room, she saw Elizebeth laying on her own bed in the same room. She had her headphones on and she was laying on her side with her eyes slightly open.

“Hey, Rey’, you tired?” The younger asked, looking at misery’s state.

That wasn’t what the older was concerned nor focused on. She could smell smoke and weed. Also, Elizebth’s red eyes were very narrowed. She was also covered in bandages, on her arms to her elbows, one on her face, and her one leg and the side of her hip were wrapped whole.

“Were you smoking?” The eye-patch wearing girl asked, setting her bag down and undoing the first two top buttons to her school dress down shirt.

“Maybe…” Elizebeth answered, looking away.

“You should only smoke when your not feeling well or hurting, didn’t I tell you th-!”

“I am hurting, Misery.” The beaten up girl scoffed, gesturing towards basically her whole body.

“….” Misery didn’t reply as she started changing into her pj’s.

Misery finished changing, wearing a black velvet crop top and low waisted black velvet pants. She grumbled when she had to take her eye-patch off. The brunette slowly removed it and blinked a few times.

“Come, I never get to see your other eye, or you up close anymore.” Elizebeth gestured for the older to sit on her bed.

The heterocromida girl sighed before walking over to Elizebeth’s bed and sitting.

“What?” Misery asked.

The younger twin turned towards the other and sat up straight. She leaned towards Misery, squinting at her face.

“…?” Misery turned a little red at the proxtimty, probably because she never let anyone get this close to her.

“Your so pretty..” The darker eyed girl marveled, almost in awe.

Misery blinked before making a face. She turned her head away and composed herself before replying.

“We look almost the exact same, Liz.” Misery said.

Elizebeth shook her head before sighing.

“Do you see people fawning over me almost everyday?” The beaten up girl’s eyes sunk.

“……” No response.

The non-eyepatch wearing twin all of a sudden laid down on her pillow and closed her eyes.

“Goodnight.” She said.

The older twin of the pair blinked a few times, confused. Before getting up and going to her own bed and turning the light’s off.

“Goodnight, Elizebeth.” Misery said.

It took a while for both of them to actually drift off to sleep. At one point, Elizebeth had to grab her headphones and start playing faint music, five minutes later she had fallen asleep. Misery, on the other hand, tossed and turned before she was actually able to fall asleep for a while.

Misery had gone to school, again. She woke up normally and walked to school with her twin. She didn’t feel right, today though. There was a bad feeling in her gut. She couldn’t act on it until the end of the day though, not with all of these people surrounding her.

So the feeling simmered and stirred within her, but she merly smiled and replied.

“Misery?” Elizebeth said, entering the hallway were Misery had opened an award displayed, everything in there didacated to her acomplishments.

“Oh, hey Elizebeth.” Misery blandly replied, not even sparing the other a glance.

“What are you doing??” The still bandaged twin asked, confusion shown in her eyes.

“Just…adimiring??..” Misery hesateintly replied, like she didn’t know the answer herself.

Elizebeth’s face srunched up but before she could reply her mood dropped.

“Yourself?? Isn’t that a bit..egostitcal??” Elizebeth took a jab at the older out of spite.

“You think so..?” The eye-patch wearing girl asked back, finally turning towards the ladder, holding a trophy.

“…Why don’t you seem greatful??” It was just question after question with the two, wasn’t it?

“Greatful?? Why would I be greatful for something I earned??” Misery seemed geniuley confused.

The two of them were silent for a while before Elizebeth replied.

“God, your so annyoning, it should be me in your place!! Why can’t you understand?! You don’t deserve it!!” The younger finally snapped, grabbing on the olders trophy and trying to snatch it away from her.

“…You?? Your jealous..?” The mismatched eyed ladder seemed more confused by figuring it out.

“Obviously!! You’ve had everything I’ve ever wanted!! God!” The younger sneered, yanking harder on the trophy Misery wouldn’t let go.

Misery seemed to get geniuley upset and annoyed with that statement.

“Oh? You want it?” The taller asked, eye twitching as she suddenly let go of the trophy, making Elizebeth stumble back.

The younger’s deeper red eyes widended when Misery start toppling over the trophy stand. She had got it half way and it fell to the ground with a—

𝑆𝑀𝐴𝑆𝐻

Eliebeth’s face changed into one of horror when Misery panted and picked up pieces of broken trophys. Glass cutting into her flesh in the process.

“Misery!! Stop! I’m sorry, ok?! Please!” The bandaged twin pleaded, concern on her features.

“I’ve always hated you. Always. Your always saying shit like ‘You don’t deserve this!’ Or ‘It’s your fault.’” Misery turned towards the one who was still on the ground, glaring down at the younger.

Eliezbeth didn’t even reply as she saw Misery start to walk towards her.

“You have no idea what it’s like. You have no idea what it’s like knowing that people only care about your grades and how pretty you are!! You want this??!!” The eyes of Misery shown brightly when she shoved the now bloody trophy’s in Eliezbeth’s arms.

The other brunette sluggishly and scaredily picked the trophy’s up, her hands shaking. She moved her line of sight to the now heavily bleeding hands of Misery.

“Take it then!! I’d be more then happy to trade spots with you! You think I enjoy being good at everything I touch?! No!! I just want to dissapear!! But you wouldn’t get it, would you? No, no. You think I’m overeacting. You’ve always been annyoing. I’ve always despised you. And your so blinded by the fact that I have more then you, that you deicded to hurt me, and hate me. Not even consedring that I might not even want this! Not considering my feelings!” The older vented at the younger who had stood up and hugged the bloody trophy’s to her chest.

“….” Elizebeth didn’t respond.

“I hate you, Eliezbeth.” Misery spat before fastly turning around and walking out of the school.

The younger stood there in shock. Her lips trembling slightly. Maybe she was blind. Maybe she was a monster. Maybe she should just die. Her older sister just left her. Her dark eyes spilled out with tears. The tears cascded down onto the bloody trophy’s. She could see her own vague reflection in it. And that made her cry more.

She was alone. Alone with the dark school building. The moon practically the only source of light she had. She had nothing, truly nothing.

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Thinking thots about bully/teasing bakugo and kirishima who gang up on you 24/7

Tw: noncon, bullying

Kiri would be the middleman, trying to act as your savior (even tho he acts just as bad as bakugo sometimes) and bakugo would ofc be the instigator at all times

They constantly harass you, sometimes kiri will playfully snatch up your homework which you were so diligently working on and hold it behind his back, just so you can lunge your arms around his middle and try to grasp it behind him. But it’s too late, he’s already dropped the paper and grabbed your wrists so you’re trapped with your arms around him. Bakugo sees the opportunity to cop a feel, snickering when you squeal and thrash against kiri’s bulky body (much to kiris delight ofc)

“Come on bakugo, don’t tease her so much. Look at how nervous you’re making the poor thing!”

“Shut the hell up shitty hair, if she really hated this she’d call for help.”

But something tells you they wouldn’t give you a chance even if you wanted to call out, based on the way they bare their fangs at you and tighten their hold on your body.

If they feel like you’re ignoring them and not giving them the attention they want, you’ll soon feel erasers bounced off your head from the back of the class, and various catcalls. When you whip your head around to glare at them, you’re met with an innocent smile from the redhead and a disgusting leer from the hothead.

“The fuck are you looking at princess? See something you like?”

“Don’t be so harsh on her man. But hey, Y/N, if you’ve already got your attention on us, could you come over here for a sec? We need some help on this assignment.”

You can’t say no after seeing Bakugo’s hand glow a fiery orange under the table, his show of quirk scaring you into scuttling over to their table.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re not really struggling at all on the assignment, bakugo especially. Kiri was the only one who had legitimate questions, but you knew bakugo could always help him without your presence.

They pressure you into coming to their dorms later in the evening to aid their studies, giving half assed excuses for the choice of time with grunts of “we have trainings the afternoon, wouldn’t expect your weak ass to understand,” followed by an arm swat from Kiri.

You make it into their dorm, wishing they had picked a library instead (that idea was shut down when kirishima sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and gave you puppy eyes, whining about how he can’t focus in public settings)

The boys have cleaned up nicely, surprisingly. It takes no time to settle down onto their couch and opening up your projects, going over the problems they concocted. It almost seems too perfect, both are shockingly mute in their usual abuse, even though they sit a little too close for comfort. You brush it off in favor of focusing on explaining various formulas that even bakugo himself doesn’t quite understand.

But your ease is short lived when you feel two pairs of hands wandering up to your thighs.

You try to subtly push kiri’s big hands away from the juncture of your legs, but he merely activates his quirk and grips your skin tighter.

Abruptly trying to stand up fails too, as bakugo yanks your arm towards himself, causing you to stumble and fall back against his heavy chest. His own meaty fingers trail down the valley of your shirt, pulling down your V-neck shirt. You cry out for them to stop, that you want to go home, but you’re silenced when a hand claps over your mouth so hard that you’re sure you’ll have bruises the next day.

Your hands flail around, trying to hit whatever they come in contact with but are promptly seized as well.

You can feel kiri grab your chin with his hardened hands, and he yanks your head to look at him

He doesn’t have puppy dog eyes anymore. Bakugo chuckles as he hears your muffled whimpers, the rumbling of his chest vibrating against your back.

“We’ve tried being nice and patient with you babe, okay? You were the one who came here at your own will, so don’t try and fight us now. Be a good girl for me and bakugo, and I promise we’ll make you feel good.”

Nice? Coming at your own will? They truly were crazy, you thought as you felt the jagged edges of the hardened hand make small cuts and scraped against your jaw.

To prove his point, bakugo activated his quirk to heat up at the same time kirishima went halfway hard on his hand. You wail against your makeshift gag, but refuse to fight back any further, opting for their mercy instead.

They get the idea, and they deactivate their quirks in favor of striking various parts of your body, hands creeping in and out of your clothes, dipping into tight crevices across your figure.

“Well look at that. What’s wrong slut, don’t wanna fight your big, bad bullies anymore? That’s cute. I’m honestly not surprised a weak little fuck like you gave up so easily, I’m almost disappointed in how predictable you are.”

He removes his hand and starts to rub the undersides of your tits, relishing at how soft they are.

“Please, please don’t-I have to...to meet up with Mina and Jirou later! They’re gonna wonder where I am!” You make up some bullshit excuse as a last resort to salvation, but your heart drops as their ministrations merely gain aggression.

“Yeah? At this time of the night? Wow, I knew you were weak but after helping us with all that schoolwork I wouldn’t have suspected you’re brain dead also. Better luck next time with a more believable excuse, little bitch.” You yelp as the blond ducks his head down and sinks his teeth into your neck.

“We’ll just have to show you that you belong here, with and under us. Your friends can wait until later...unless you think they’re more important than us?” Kiri glares at you from between your legs.

You meekly shake your head, and he lets out a happy hum as he rips off your pants.

At least you had the right mind to not mention hanging out with other boys, too.

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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[4.11] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ you thought he didn't care, he was sure he doesn't, he had said it so himself to you. that was, until he almost lost the chance of being able to care for you.

⇁ tw : running away, mafia life (criminal/illegal acts)

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

At first, Wooyoung thought you had really ran away from him. After the fight you had the previous night, how could he not ?

"All I ask is a little bit of attention! I know you could spare some for me," you exclaimed, following after Wooyoung into the home office in his mansion. Yes, his, he never once said it was yours too so you treat it as such.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at you, "and I ask you shut that big trap you called your mouth before I shut it for you, but we can't all get what we wanted now, can we ?" He spat.

You're used to his aggressive words, it used to hurt but now the pain just comes and goes. But you're at your wit's end, he was distant when you both were first forced into engagement but he was still polite so you thought that was just the shock, but now that you're married, things got worse.

"Wooyoung," you called, leaning both of your hands on his desk aa he sit on his office chair, "it's been 8 months since we got married," he glared at you when you said that, so you sighed and change your choice of words, "since we were force into marriage... But I've been trying so hard to make this less of a chore for both of us, I don't know what else I could do! You're not even bothering to hide the fact that you hate my guts to your very core even though it wasn't my fault that we got into this! Heck, you don't even bother to acknowledge that I exist!"

Wooyoung slammed his hands down on the table, standing face to face with you, "that's right," he chuckled darkly, "I don't even bother, you know why? Because you're nothing in my life, I never ask for you, I never wanted you, you're still here because your dad's business fell through with my dad and he used you as mean of escaping because that's all you are, princess," he leaned closer to your face and spoke through gritted teeth, "a worthless burden that people toss around,"

It would've been a lie if you said that his words doesn't affect you whatsoever. Because it does.

Maybe deep down that was one of your biggest fear and having someone confirmed that made you feel sick to your stomach. You recoiled from the table, as if having been struck across your face.

Though Wooyoung had a satisfied smirk on his face, "you should know I've been planning your assasination ever since you said 'I do', I would've made it look like an accident so that my dad wouldn't be up in my ass talking about losing his insurance of control over your dad, maybe I should move the schedule up so I can get rid of you quicker,"

You stared at him for a while, not knowing that he actually hated you that much. All this time you thought it was just petty reluctance of being tied to you, but this just brought things to a whole new level.

"No..." you choked out, trying to hold back tears, "I'll take care of it myself," and with that, you ran out of his office to pack all your belongings with tears streaming down your face.

And that was the last time Wooyoung had seen you. He had heard from one of his butlers that he had seen you running around the house retrieving your things where it supposedly was earlier, you looked frantic and you hadn't even taken a second to take a break.

"And did she got out of the house today?" Wooyoung asked from his position on the couch, loosening all of the buttons on his shirt. "No, master, not that any of us know of," said butler then leaned close to Wooyoung's ears, "the cctv has been cut off, her bodyguards are dismissed, no one has tended to her nor got close to her, and I personally see to it that all windows and doors are unlocked just as you had requested,"

Wooyoung couldn't believe that he's probably a free man now, that YOU had left him so that he wouldn't be in hot water with his father.

With a glass of whiskey in his hand, he decided to look around to see whether or not you had really left while telling his maid to prepare dinner for him.

True to what he expected, he made two laps around the mansion but not once did he find you. Not even in his office with a divorce paper, as dramatic as it sound.

He finally step into his shared bedroom with you to make his final confirmation.

At first he knocked on the door, not really knowing why he did that, but when no sound came from the room he simply opened the door and walked in. He hadn't returned the night before, spending half of his night in his home office before going out with San to a bar, not realizing that it was his guilt that drove him out to drink his memory away.

Looking around the room, he couldn't really tell whether or not you had ran away. The room looked like it had been slept in the night before, he could see the spot where you laid in comparison to his side that's perfectly neat.

When he stepped into the walk-in closet, he was quite surprised at the sheer contrast to the bedroom. Your clothes thrown haphazardly, it seems like you were urgently looking for things to pack, and the more he analyze the items on the floor, the more he realized that you hadn't taken anything that was bought with his money.

But that wasn't the thing that got his attention.

It was your wedding dress that had been taken out of its garment bag, across from it, an empty bottle of wine and a box of tissues with crumpled tissues surrounding it. It looked straight out of a movie.

He walked closer to the dress and trailed a hand down it.

He remembered seeing you wear it on your wedding day. He remembered being too pissed at his father to be able to fully appreciate how ethereal you looked. He remembered how when you looked at him, he could see the redness in your eyes, indicating that you had been crying.

But over all, he remembered how his heart skipped a beat when he saw you walking closer to him. Of course, he would never admit it outwardly.

His train of thought was broken when his butler knocked on his bedroom door, "master, dinner is served," he said.

Wooyoung cleared his throat and straighten out his posture, "yes, of course, I'll be there soon," he called out.

As the footsteps of his butler fade, he carefully zip your wedding dress back into its garment bag, making sure that the dress is stored perfectly.

After that, he went to the dining room to have his dinner.

Usually, you'd be seated in your seat, across from him at the other end of the table that seats 10 people. He'd have to admit that it feels weird not seeing you smile at him after a long day of working, but he forced himself to believe that it was a good kind of weird.

Strangely, as he eat his food he felt that it doesn't match his palate, that something feels off. So he called for his head butler and asked him about it.

"Did we change cooks? Why does today's dinner taste so bland?"

His butler seemed hesitant to answer him, looking at the head maid for a bit. The middle-aged woman stepped forward from her spot, bowing slightly to avoid Wooyoung's eyes, "we did not have any change in staffs, sir, it's just that the mistress used to prepare all of your meals and considering... the circumstances, she had not prepared anything for you," she said, not even bothering to hide her bitterness that he had drove you away.

Considerably, he was shocked that you had never brought the fact up to him. But as usual, he masked his true feelings and just nod at her, continuing with his meal even though he can't seem to enjoy it.

The shock didn't stop there, though.

Over the course of the first 5 days of you leaving him, he began noticing the things that indicate your presence in his house. Or used to indicate your presence.

He never knew that you were the one who always put flowers around the mansion. He noticed this when he passed by a vase of wilting aconite. It almost broke him when he see the maids cleared all flowers, leaving an empty vase that he now associate with your absence.

He never knew that you kept tabs on food he likes and dislikes. After 3 days, he gave up on eating the food his cook made for him, firing the poor man on the spot and resorting to take outs.

He never knew that you were the one who personally arrange his wardrobe. Usually, every morning he'd find his favorite shirts or favorite sets of clothes on the front, ready for him to pick out and wear. Now that you're not here, he had to spend extra time deciding what to wear.

And lastly, he was surprised at the fact that you had never made it to your hometown.

"What do you mean she's not with her parents?" He growled at his henchmen, making them visibly scared. "W-we tried looking for her, even asking around, but no one had seen her," he explained.

All Wooyoung wanted was to hear about how you're happier without him, how you've settled back to your life without him, how he'd be assured with the fact that you leaving him was the best thing that could ever happen to you two.

Feeling that he owed this for the sake of his own closure, he ordered everyone under him to find out your whereabouts.

The desperation suffocated him, he hated the feeling.

So he ran out of his office to his garden, going to the furthest side where it is practically abandoned so that he'd be all alone to calm his mind.

What he hadn't expect to see though, was several pieces of clothes on the ground. At first he just thought that the laundry might have flown away due to the wind, but when he inspected them closer, he recognized them as yours.

"Why would these be here?" He muttered to himself as he began picking up the scattered pieces of clothes one by one. When he picked up the last piece, he noticed your suitcase by the corner of the tall wall that surround his house for protection.

The sight that made his stomach drop was a rather huge hole that could fit a person.

Wooyoung's brain put 2 and 2 together and the only reasonable conclusion made him feel like blowing up.

You had been kidnapped.

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