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lostinforestbound · 5 days

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I can't stop myself because this tiefling has taken over my damn life. Here we go again!

Romantic Rolan Headcanons

Gods, he is so unbelievably nervous when it comes to the romance aspect of dating, but he hides it behind of facade of confidence. He's master of the tower now, he has everything that his partner could possibly want; why doesn't it ever feel like enough?

In the beginning, he overcompensates in fear of messing up everything about the relationship. Lavish gifts, expensive dates, the whole nine yards with his newfound wealth he gained from the tower. It's a bit uncanny.

In all honestly, he figures his partner wants "The Master of Ramazith's Tower", not him. Rolan is a flawed creature who has piles of constant mistakes weighing on him; an utter, helpless fool. Why would anyone want that? No one has ever wanted him before, why now?

When Rolan realizes his partner seems confused and maybe put off by the facade, he thinks the worst things possible. Do they not desire him? Did he already mess things up so early into the relationship? Can he salvage this? Did they fall out of love?

In the beginning, he's not great at communication. It's horrid, even. He doesn't know how to verbalize how he's feeling. His partner would have to teach him as they sit down and talk about this facade he's put up. It will take a while, but they eventually will get his walls down.

I think his love language is complex, but in simpler terms, Quality Time is where I think he leans towards the most. Sitting with them as they read books, reading to them as they settle in bed, going on night walks if nightmares are haunting him, or something as simple as cuddling after a long day. One his absolute favorites is bathing together; the domestic intimacy of it all makes him feel loved and relaxed, especially if his lover washes his hair for him.

He's not the biggest fan of public display of affection, he gets bashful so easily. He'll outright refuse it if his partner tries. He prefers all of it to stay in the private setting. That doesn't stop his tail from winding itself around his lovers leg, though!

While it will take him some time, what ends up being one of his favorite things is eye contact. At first, he couldn't meet them in the eyes at all during vulnerable moments. It was too much. But the first time he finally holds their look properly, he's memorized. There is so much love in their stare, it makes his heart want to burst out of his chest with joy, and he's never been that flustered again.

He'll shout to the ends of Faerun that he's not cuddly but he is a liar. Every night, without fail, he'll at least a hand somewhere on his partner. By the time morning comes, their limbs are tangled with his and he has his face buried in their neck or chest.

Despite Cal being the main chef in the tower, Rolan does know how to cook! Any meal his partner wants, he will make, no question. He would love cooking even more if his partner joined and helped him out. He even has a mental list of all his partners comfort foods, so he can make them whenever they're sick or having a rough day. They wouldn't even have to ask for it, it's sitting in the kitchen already done.

He doesn't like being too vulnerable, so he's mortified when his partner has to shake him out of a nightmare for the first time. He's shaking, sweating, and apologizing. He's scared they'll see him as some weak, fragile thing. But all they do is stay up with him until his racing heart calms down and talk to him. It can be discussed in the morning.

He plans the most wonderful dates! Everything is scheduled in a timely matter every time, and he presents a gift at the beginning of the date every time. Sometimes small, sometimes extravagant if it's a special night. He gets gifts based purely on what he knows about his partner; favorite books, food, drinks, flowers, an outfit they were eyeing a few days ago, he'll get it no matter the cost.

I don't see Rolan as a man who uses a lot of pet names, but I can see him using terms along the lines of "my love" or "dearest". If his partner uses pet names with him though, he wouldn't mind it, just as long as it was in a private setting.

He has the absolute sweetest, longing stare. It can be quite obvious how much he's pining after his partner if you know what to look for. His tail gives so much away, with the way it flicks happily if they come over to kiss him. These stares hold on much longer after he gets himself comfortable with eye contact.

(NSFW Headcanons will be coming next! If you all have your own romantic headcanons for Rolan, please share! I would love to hear them!)

#forest-writes #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #rolan bg3 #rolan x tav #rolan x reader #rolan brainrot #rolanites

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sky-is-the-limit · 8 months

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(+18/NSFW prompt/AFAB reader x Philip Graves)

Disclaimer: I'm not a writer, if you are, feel free to continue this!!

Out of all CoD characters, I think the one with the biggest corruption/honorific kink would be Philip fucking Graves. He is possesive and though he's the most confident man in any room he steps in, he can't help but burn in jealousy if you give your attention to anyone but him.

Whether you work for him, with him or have nothing to do with his line of work, he'd have you on your knees, begging for him to touch you, begging his forgiveness for being such a dirty little slut who even dared to touch another man's shoulder while laughing at his stupid joke. As if he could make you laugh more than him, as if he could make you scream in pleasure the way he does.

He's the type of man to walk over with all the audacity in the world like he owns it, wrap his arm around your waist with the most menacing smirk on his face as he stares down the poor guy who even dared to approach you, watching him tense up, eyes not knowing where to look. He's observing this pathetic little man as he loses every ounce of flirtation in his body as Graves places a small kiss on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

If there's one thing that gets him going, it's having authority over people. Stepping into a bar with you, all dressed up in his favourite tight dress, love marks decorating your neck from fucking you in his car earlier, watching men not dare to stare at you longer than two seconds because he's there. It fuels him.

You know damn well what's about to happen next. Some might call it toxic, deep down you know it is but you don't care. You love provoking him, watching his beautiful blue eyes darken, knowing exactly the two specific thoughts going through his mind:

1. Kill the fucking asshole 2. Fuck you so hard that you forget you even met him.

This doesn't surprise you, the tight grip on your waist, soft enough not to hurt you but firm so you know that reckless actions have consequences when dealing with Philip Graves. You know the type of man he is, his self awareness gave you plenty of chances to leave, to find someone your age, someone 'healthier' who could calm down your storms but no. You chose him again and again. Like a fiend desperately needing a dose of him, crawling back to him every single time and you'd have it no other way. You'd rather be faced down buried in a pillow, mascara running down your flustered cheeks mixed with salty tears, your throat burning from screaming that you can't even hear your own voice, just the wooden headboard banging against the wall while he slips in and out like a madman. Yeah, you'd rather have that than anyone else who'd treat you gently.

"You know what happens when you act like that, don't you?" His breath burning against your skin, his hand holding you close as he guides you outside to his car. The excitement caught up to your brain long before a proper response could, a sly smile forming on your lips as you turn your gaze up to look at him with an innocent facade you know he will see through.

"Yes." It won't be long until you give in, you know it. He always gets what he wants. Philip Graves is not a tease, he won't kiss your neck and play with the end of your dress, sweetly messing with you to get a proper answer, no, that's not him. He craves control, he wants to break you into a pathetic mess, slurring your words, legs trembling, making you cling onto him like you're wounded and he's the only thing that can heal you.

You don't even register how quick you went from touching the handle of the door to finding yourself against it, your back touching the cold window with both of your hands pinned to your sides. There's the look you wanted. His slight smirk doesn't fool you when his eyes are staring at you like that, full of determination, looking down into yours like he's one second away from fucking the audacity out of you in this parking lot.

"Now.. let's try that again, shall we?" Game on.

"Yes, 'Commander'?" the dismissive, sarcastic tone in your voice must've struck a nerve. You can see from the way his bottom lip twiches, his smirk disappearing but never breaking eye contact, not even to blink. With a swift move, he uses the firm grip he has on both of your wrists to turn you around, your chest and forehead now pressed against the glass so you can stare at the pathetic state of your reflection.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, doll.”

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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the Jessica Rabbit was *chef's kiss*👌 can i also request a cold femme fatale reader with poseidon and loki and maybe odin and indra?(i don't know if I have a crush on them or i want to break their neck or both)

A/N: Hello there Anon! I just learned what a femme fatale was, so I hope this was the right thing you wanted here! Also, I agree with you, I just wanna strangle Indra and Odin sometime, but you can’t lie, simping material. Anyways, enjoy~~

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🔱 This tyrant did not appreciate your way of life when he first met you

🔱 You were the Greek Goddess of Seduction and Trickery, and he was one of the many men you had tried to seduce into a deadly trap

🔱 He, unlike many mortals, did not fall for it, instead he insulted you

🔱 That made your graceful facade fall, and it was replaced with a blank expression

🔱 The way you tricked many with such ease made him interested in you

🔱 That was what had caused you both to hang out, eventually date and marry, surprising many different pantheon leaders and their members

🔱 At the Gods’ Council, he had heard you voice your opinion, saying humans were very easy to trick, and maybe you could be of usage in ridding Earth of the bad ones

🔱 Poseidon looked at you and tapped his trident on your head, voicing to you how he was against that

🔱 In which, sparked the revolt of you both against Humanity

🔱 And you both swore, you’d defeat Humanity, no matter the cost, and you would

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🐍 When this guy first met you, he was quite frankly, too into your occupation among the Gods

🐍 Holding the placement in their pantheon as the Norse Goddess of Seduction, and sharing the title of Trickery with Loki

🐍 The Trickery title was what got him interested

🐍 At the start of your ‘relationship’, Loki was someone you didn’t trust, and he could say the same about you

🐍 You were known for seducing men into deadly traps for your own amusement, and Loki was known for being a psychotic tricker

🐍 Match. Made. In. Valhalla.

🐍 When your marriage was finalized, many were scared of you guys, a psycho and a seductress, what a mix!

🐍 Loki and you were set to fight in Ragnarok together against a duo of fighters, and everyone knew, this match, was gonna be good

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🪶 Our local Norse old man

🪶 This Norse God had met you through Zeus, long ago

🪶 This old man aged decently, on the other hand, you aged like a goddess, which you were, but still!

🪶 As the Norse God of Wisdom and Knowledge and the Norse Goddess of Seduction and Trickery

🪶 When he had first met you, he could tell you were a fairly troubled soul, you had tricked humans who had caused pain to people, and you would lure them away before killing them brutally with the help of your minions

🪶 When you looked at someone without your signature grin, it scared people, especially when your husband joined in the glaring session

🪶 Odin didn’t appreciate your trickery, as you and his nephew Loki, were very dangerous when put together

🪶 He would watch him and you screw around like a duo of troublemakers, which you were

🪶 Odin loves you, but oh sweet Asgard, calm down with the pranks! AND DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMPETING IN RAGNAROK, HE WILL FIGHT YOU.

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🌊 When Indra first met you, he was fascinated

🌊 You had fooled many different Humans and Gods to get stuck in a very scaring trap, and it got the Hindu Pantheon member invested in you

🌊 He had tried speaking to you, but he would almost always put it off to the side, thinking it was pointless

🌊 When you guys started your relationship, it didn't really shock anyone. Since you're both fairly cold appearing, and just all around calm

🌊 Indra was known for his calm and confident nature, but when you’re around, it just fades just the slightest bit

🌊 If you were to ever flirt with a human, he would try hiding his jealousy, but he knew it was your role as the Hindu Goddess of Seduction and Trickery

🌊 You and him looked at each other when the eldest Valkyrie declared Ragnarok, you and him just sighed, knowing you’d have to make sure Shiva, or the others, didn’t go overboard again

🌊 Indra and you would just stay standing side-by-side, making sure nothing happened to the other

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haruchi-slit · 4 months

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PLEASE MASTER!!

synopsis:

You're a servant under Suguru Geto's temple, for he is known as a "god" in his temple. for some circumstances, you caught his attention, a mere non-sorcerer caught his attention.

warnings: dubcon, suguru fooling the reader (you) that you have a monster inside, virgin! reader, reader is mentioned that she had masterbated,

"Y/n..." you hear Getou called you, causing you to look back,

"Master, you called?"

"There's something inside you, a Monster." He says causing your eyes to widen in shock,

"M-master, please, please tell me you can expel the Monster inside, please master!" you nearly cried, quickly kneeling down to the floor begging for him to exorcise the devil inside you.

"Then come here, silly girl." he says with a stern voice, a commanding voice, that made you obliged in a matter of second.

"Come" he sits infront of the massive statue of himself, tapping his lap, signaling you to sit on his lap, you walked your way on to him, sitting on his lap, he seems calm, but don't be fooled! it was his facade to hide his devious plans, planned just for you, only you.

He stares at you, deeply, looking at your figure, helpless and fragile beneath him while you were unable to contain the eye contact.

"Master, have you felt t-the curse yet?," you breath out, stuttering. Getou then slides his warm hands beneath the hem of your skirt, playing with the edge of your panties.

"Shush your mouth servant, or i won't be able to feel the curse and save you." he warns, as he continues to roam his hands on your body, your neck, waist, boobs, stomach and all, leaving no spot untouched by him, his warm breath against your neck and ear.

you'd be lying if you said you're not turned on, by the way he touches you, the way he makes you feel him, and the way your back gives out to lean on him, you're legs were spread wide, luckily the other servants and belivers were at town, spreading getou's words, while the other were asleep and doing temple chores, it's just you and him.

"Follow me to the confession room, you need you confess your sins while i exorcise the devil out off you."

you nodded in response, following him in the confession room.

he stood infront of you while you kneel before him, "lift your head and stand, servant" he commands which you soon obliged, he grabs your jaw and asked, "what are your sins?"

"I've been, I've been not spreading your words for a while now..b-but-"

"Shush, sit down, and open wide for me.. you've been cursed by a evil curse, i need to fuck it out you." he shushes you down.

"O-open wide?, Fu-fuck it out off me?! But master I'm pure, I'm a-a virgin" you jolt

he nods in response "That's not a problem servant" he respond as he awaits for you to open your legs, you were hesitant to do it but...you trust your master, he won't do such thing! Without any choices left...you opened your legs lifting your skirt up, revealing your pink laced panties with wet stains on the its middle.

"Geez, wet already?" he groans, sliding your panties aside, he leans you back to the hard wood of the room as he puts your left leg on his shoulder and bucked your hips infront of his face he stares on it "so fucking wet" as he slides his digit in you, scissoring it's way to your g-spot.

"Getou-Sama nnn~ please mhmm!~" you wailed as he pushes his thick fingers in your gummy walls. "Confess." he says you pressed your eye lids together while your jaw hung out,

"mngh, i-i masterbated once on my b-bed!"

you screamed gripping on the hard wood behind you.

"Such dirty secret you have for a pure maiden just like you.." he cackled making you more embarrassed, "master~ the monster..have you felt it yet?" you asked as getou's hand scissors deeper on your tight pussy

"you're making such mess" his finger still going in and out of your hole, you shiver from the pleasure as he latches his plump lips on your clit, sucking on it,then he slides his free hand on your clothed boob tugging on your nipple, "soo good~ im g-going to c-um!" you said as you spurt on his mouth..

"mhm, the monster's gone, for now..." Getou says, smirking on your mess, "you'll have to meet me more often servant" he wasn't done yet, not yet.

a/n: part two?

#jjk gojo #jjk smut #jjk #smut #suguru smut #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #jjk suguru #freak nasty #smut suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru x you #suguru x you #suguru x reader

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deathbxnny · 11 months

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Hi, this is my first time active on tumblr community, English is not my native language, so please forgive me for spelling mistakes <3

I have an idea for s/o Mitsuri (kny) with Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng and Luocha please. who were dying in their arms and praying for another world, when they were reborn, and were turned into ordinary people with an ordinary past. Before I die, I want the reader to ask: "If we were to be reborn in a more beautiful world where there is no pain and loss, would you be my bride?". I am really looking forward to the reactions of the characters in hsr. Hope this angst idea is good enough-

Pray for you when you go, someone often remembers. When you return when someone is waiting. Pray for you to become the best memories in the world. Wishing you a life filled with love and happiness. I really appreciate you for the quality articles <3 Take care of yourself and I love you so much. Sorry for writing so long. (Sorry for the second post, I realized I forgot to add the character's name, so sorry =( )

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A/N: I know exactly what scene you are referring to here and I'll never recover from it tbh... Also thank you so much for your kind words and for the request! I hope this is okay!<33

Content: Potential Spoilers for kny! (?), Reader dies, hurt/no comfort (kinda), established relationships, angst, mentions of fatal injury, just pain

Reader has no set pronouns! (Though they do refer to themselves as a "Bride" per the request, but that's not outright mentioned here.)

((Not fully proofread))

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan's usual calm and playful facade drops instantly, when he has your bloody and near lifeless form laying in his arms. He holds you close, knowing that your end is near and that there is nothing he can do now. He tries to still appear so calm and collected like he always is, but it's hard, when the love of his life is dying.

And it becomes even harder, when he hears you utter those heartbreaking words, as you look up at him with pleading, weak eyes. He can't bring himself to speak at first, mainly because he wants to believe that there is still some hope left in saving you. But he is no fool. He knows, that you are doomed.

And so he nods, promising you that he will, his arms holding onto you tighter, when the last breath escaped your lungs and you smile in satisfaction at him, already looking forward to seeing him again.

"Ofcourse, my love... I'll wait eons for your return, if I have to."

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》Blade

He nearly loses his composure at the sight of you, the blinding rage of the loss he felt in his heart making him nearly dip completely into insanity. Yet he keeps it at bay for a moment, just to hold you in his arms. He's trembling and for once in a very long time, he feels afraid and lost.

Your words make his already broken soul break even harder, burn up into fine ash, until it gets blown away by the wind and leaves a gaping hole in his existence behind. He can't process them at first, wanting to be stubborn even in the face of your inevitable doom. He doesn't want to show, how much this weakened him, just to spite the grim reaper himself.

And yet, it all fails, when he just let's out a pitiful, broken sigh and agrees in pained defeat, just to give you your peace. You smile at him, as the last of your life fades out, your eyes looking right through him. Only then, does he allow himself to break completely.

"Very well... but don't keep me waiting for long... I beg of you."

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng didn't know, how you two got to this point. It shouldn't have happened. He should've protected you. And yet, you protected him from the attack. You were bleeding out, your life draining from you faster than he could stop it. Once more, a person he loved dearly was slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do.

He felt like a failure, like all of this was his fault. He should've died instead. Not you. And that thought gets only solidified by your heartbreaking, hopeful words. You didn't deserve this fate. You deserved someone much better than him.

And yet, he selfishly agrees to your final wish to bring you satisfaction. Your smile made it worth it, the relief in your eyes before they were drained of their beautiful spark and dulled making all the heartache disappear for only just a moment. Left behind was the emptiness Dan Heng felt, as all he could do was stare down at you in defeat, his heart broken once more. And for good, this time.

"For you, I will do anything, my love. So I'll see you then..."

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》Luocha

Luocha didn't want to believe, that it was over. That there was nothing he could do for you. He tried everything he could. He was a doctor, surely he could save you from this simple injury, right? But it was no use. You knew it. He knew it. And yet, he still denied it to the bitter end, until you gently grabbed ahold of his arm and just shook your head. A signal, that it was truly over.

And for once, he breaks down, holding you close, begging you not to disappear and yet all you could do was chuckle and utter your last wish for him. It was a promise, that eventually, you'd return to him. You'd find eachother in the next life, you were sure of it.

He was reluctant, still so stubborn and heartbroken to accept your doom, until he did. His soul died with you, when you took your last breath, he swore it. And he blamed himself, for not being able to save you, when he surely should've been able to.

"I'll find you in the in next life and the one after that one too, my dear... I promise you that."

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A/N: I hope this was alright! It was honestly heartbreaking to write... also thank you for the request!<33

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yourgirlniki · 3 months

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Jackie and Wilson

"For whatever poor soul is coming next"

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

3k words

Tags!: No use of y/n, fluff, down bad Johnny MacTavish, not completely canon accurate Soap, first fic! 😎👍

A/N: This is based on Hozier's song Jackie and Wilson - I'm thinking I want this to be the beginning of a collection of one-shots based on his songs, depending on my free time! But again, first fic so please any comments would be greatly appreciated! Was nervous to post but ya only live once Hope you enjoy!

The cushion on the back of the booth wasn’t the most comfortable thing ever. The deep red bump didn’t do much to help an aching back, more of a thing that somewhat fixed the posture of those who sat at it. But who goes to a bar for comfort anyway? Dingy bars aren’t the first place most people would think to go back to after nearly dying halfway across the world.

The sticky floors, the mesh of posters and old mementos hanging on the brick walls. The neon lights, the potent smell- its headache inducing and you don't even have a hangover yet. And there are too many people in here, crowding pool tables and the small dance floor, (if you can even call it that), to be called someplace one would go to calm down and relax.

This is a fact that is true for most people.

But most people aren’t military. Even fewer are SAS.

And absolutely none are John MacTavish.

The man who idolizes the chaotic ways of the world above all else. That’s what has him still in the job quite frankly. The chaos, the ability to live and thrive in an insane environment. For someone like him, these things never truly bothered him. In an odd sense, the smell of alcohol, sweat and far too many bad ideas feel closer to home than he’s been in a few months. A comfort that most don't understand. But he does.

So even as exhaustion tries to take hold, the scott wears a signature giddy smile, adds a seemingly impossible pep to his step, and he drags the 141 into a back table, somehow always energetic. Even after practically wasting away in a desert for the past 3 months, he has energy. It’s honestly absurd.

Even worse is that he always finds a way for that energy to become contagious. As much as his teammates joke and grumble about it, Johnny was their way of restoration, to push forward. He would choose a shitty bar, and even shittier alcohol over a quiet apartment or the pile of paperwork that had to get done at some point. And so, the boys would too. Even if they hid it behind the facade of “babysitting” the grown man.

So now, here they sat, against the trashy cushions, with crappy music, in the dimly lit bar, with smiles and a sense of belonging. They call it a “celebration” of a mission well done, a nod to their success. Definitely not an excuse to just drink the night away, to get the mission out of their heads for a bit. To laugh with comrades and just be… domestic? Is that right? Close enough.. Yeah? Finding their small slot back into normal society.

Don’t get him wrong, Johnny loves his job. Loves what he does, but who doesn’t want to just have a drink at a bar with his mates every once and a while? And that's why he has his third beer in his hand and is snorting and a story Gaz is telling about one of his most recent hookups. A lady who was.. “Bloody crazy! I mean it. Seemed nice at first but don't be fooled, she was insane!”

Yeah, this is home. It’s where he belongs, where he wants to belong, he thinks. With his men, in the middle of nowhere chatting about anything and everything. Confiding in and teasing each other. He trusts them with his life, he can trust them to listen when need be. And yet… there is always that ache. The strange pull in moments like these like something is still missing. It’s been happening more often lately. And it's like an itch Johnny can't scratch. A puzzle piece he can't find but is still absent mindedly searching for. The only issue is he doesn't know what it is, that it just- isn't.

The chatter fades to a muffled sound in the scotts ears for a moment as he lets out a small, genuine smile looking at his group, sipping at the drink in his hand as his forearms lay themselves on the table, hands clasping. Taking a moment to truly thank whatever may be pulling the strings. Bringing him and his boys to safety. And maybe even a small prayer to tell him what the odd nagging in his brain is about. He takes a breath and relaxes, just for a moment. Looking around the bar, truly just admiring the world around him, the bustle of it all, the people with their own lives and ambitions.

How was he supposed to know that was a fatal mistake on his part?

He couldn’t. He didn’t.

He found out a second to late, registered it after he knew he was done for. It was one moment, a mistake, a pause, that would stick with him for as long as it dared. It was a magnet, an invisible force that pulled his very being toward it. The moment he nearly drooled his drink out from his now slack jaw.

Because when his eyes connect with the woman walking through the door, he swears time stopped.

Suddenly, the crappy bar didn’t smell as bad, the music wasn’t too loud, the cushion no longer made his back ache, the room got brighter just from her smile. The very ground shifted, and not in the drunken haze way. He warmed up, eyes wide. A thought process that if he opened them more he would see more. God, it felt like getting a cavity by now, she felt too sweet to even look at.

In a single moment the world shattered around him, everything he knew was thrown out a window, as his mind was occupied by one thought only.

It was only a moment… but by then he knew he was fucked, utterly and completely.

Fate or destiny, call it what you may. An answered prayer, an utter coincidence. It didn’t matter. The bar turned into a museum, a place to observe and admire as his eyes widened impossibly more as his head tilted watching her move. A giggle slipped under his breath as he thought he could be mistaken for Ghost at this point, with his starring.

But your pull, it was undeniable. Even the thought of looking away would cause you to vanish in a blink, never for Johnny to see again. And he couldn’t have that. Not when it was astonishing in the way you simply were.

It only got worse as your group got closer to theirs. A mere table away. When you first walked in it was a trap, a line that was cast into his pond and he was falling for the bait. Confidence is something he is used to in his line of work, but it was usually the cocky kind. The kind that made him want to kick a recruits teeth in for. But you were something different entirely. You demand attention, even if you didn't know it. A high held head, a testament to the world that you were there, and you were aware of it. Thank god it was his attention it demanded, because it was nothing short of a miracle.

The air you lived in became breathable, spreading to his little corner of the bar as he had to remind himself to actually inhale and exhale as he took in the sight over and over again. Committing it to memory. The world became a movie, a fictional place where he wasn’t. One he could only watch and revel in. It was the type that you knew was going to be good before it even began. The one you had been anticipating for and knew wouldn’t disappoint. His heart rate picked up, the same way it would in the field, but in a much less stressful manner now. Jesus, what was happening to him? You must have cursed him. That’s it. The only explanation. Bewitched by not only the view, but the melody of your laugh flooding his ears now at the closer proximity. Leaning against a standing table with a glass in hand, head slightly tilted enough that a stray hair fell to cover your face.

It was comical the way his heart sped up, watching as you chatted with your own group. Something so normal, something you see every single day, was making the big strong man’s hard race like it life or death. And he knew life or death.

Romeo had nothing on him.

Absolutely nothing in the way his brain knew he was to be yours. It had to be, he had to be. It’s how the story will be written, and he will play his role. Stealing your hear that way you have entranced his own. He wouldn’t be able to tell you when he got up. He can’t tell you how his body moved on its own, knowing what needed to be done but not conscious enough to alert his brain.

What he can tell about how perfect it felt to so much as stand there by you. Soaking in your presence was one thing, standing in it next to you was another entirely.

And that's how he found himself face to face with you, who turned to him with a puzzled look, but a kind smile.

He was a goner.

“Oh… umm- Hello, can I help you?” Is all you had to say to him to confirm his every thought. This woman could heal every wound with her voice alone. And her eyes so much as finally looking back at him felt like he was seen for the first time in his life.

“Uhh.. sir? Are you alright?” Your voice rang out again, pulling him back to reality as you hand waved in front of his face slightly. A flattering smile on our lips and your eyebrows furrowed slightly, almost concerned. What came over John MacTavish in that moment is unexplainable.

“I seem to have lost my number—can I have yours?”

Her eyebrows raised. She blinks. Then tilting her head slightly.

He could die right then and there.

Leaning against the table next to her with a stupid, crooked smile and a raised eyebrow, as if he didn't just embarrassed the hell out of himself. A pick up line? That's the best you could do, John? Really? Welp, there goes every chance you had, cut your losses and- Laughter chimed in his ears like wedding bells. And that’s when he froze, every negative thought draining him as he became light. You laugh was intoxicating more than any drink or drug. The kind that was unapologetic and genuine. The kind that has the back of your palm finding your lips as you cover your giggles, nose scrunching and eyes squinting due to the smile. One that made both of you have pink cheeks for different reasons. A joke that probably shouldn't have been laughed at, but coming from the man before you, it eased the tension in the air.

It must have been the prettiest sight Johnny had ever seen.

He doesn’t know how he did it, probably because it wasn’t him at all. Must have been pure luck that after that horrible entrance she seemed kind enough to humor him that night. He bought you a drink and hung on every word you so much as muttered in his direction. You laughed at every joke, good or bad. He made it his mission to make sure he always heard that laugh from then on. To produce it from you.

Oddly enough, it turns out you were one of few words when it came to the actual conversation. And yet it was never rude, ore quiter nature. But more like you were always listening. Every word John rambled on about you picked up, asking questions or simply nodding, expressing your thoughts in your facal expression. Because of this, it seemed like he never looked away from you either, not that it was a bother, it was strangely alright. It wasn’t judgemental, only observant.

He thought he might go buy a ticket for the lottery after you agreed to give him your number by the end of the night. He was more smitten than he’s ever been, and on the dates to follow the swooning only got worse.

Every moment with you felt exhilarating, like he found that missing piece finally after a long search. And that piece loved him back He was insufferable, always gushing about the woman he has the opportunity to take out on a date. And the dates where nothing less of spectacular. The pair was stupid like teenagers in love, but more sentimental, understanding the weight of things better. Arguments never lasted long and if they did they were cleared up before any damage was done. She understood what his job ment to him, and told him she would never make him change that about himself. It was his passion, she can share.

“Just so long as you promise to come back to me.”

And from that day forth he would make a pinky promise every time he left. He was to come home. Time passed quickly, in flashes. It felt like his life went from downtime in between missions, to missions in between downtime. His heart ached for you in the days he was gone, but he always knew he would be home. He would see you again. He found a want to live, even more now that he found his world.

And as time passed them by, he found out she was perfect in the all the ways he could dream of. Especially in the impossible task of calming him down as well. Rough mission? She already had his favorite meal ready and was soothing him over. Nightmares? She was there either on the phone or more recently next to him to hold him and run her fingers through his hair. To much energy? To rowdy? You always found a way to settle him down. His anchor. And he would do the same for her if the day presented itself.

Another plus that made it all that much more, everyone liked you.It wasn’t hard too of course, but it proved even moreso how lucky he got. His family adored you, his sisters taking you in as part of the family already, much quicker than any of his other past relationships. It made him well up with pride.

Even when he officially introduced you to the 141, it was with open arms as well. If he wasnt a unit before, he absolutely was one now. Maybe just a tad bit more annoying with his bragging but of course he brags. Those boys knew how much you were doing for him, and you knew they were keeping him safe. It was a harmony that both sides respected.

A part of him knew that even if all of those people didn’t like her, (an impossible feat if he does say so himself), nothing would change for him. You were his, he was yours. Irrevocably and absolutely. If the world didn’t want them, the world wasn’t for them. Simple as that. Life became sweeter, dreamlike as he fell into a comfortable rhythm. It was almost unbelievable, no, it was unbelievable.

One day, as he was laying on the couch, laying gently on you, nearly dozing off. Then he felt your hand on his shoulder, a soft pat that made him stir but not move as he hummed in response. “Johnny?” You said, soft enough that he had to stir slightly closer to your voice. But he didn’t look up, kept his heavy eyes shut as he mumbles a small “what?”

“Earth to Johnny..” Hmm, that's odd. It mde him sit up the slightest bit more. Must have been laying on his ear wrong, your voice sounded weird. And another pat on his shoulder, a bit harder this time.

“MacTavish!”

And then he blinked. He was sitting up straight, eyes wide as he made eye contact with his Captain across from him, in the same place he left him at the bar. The bar? His cheek stung from the movement of no longer resting on… his palm? His? No that’s not right. His head hurt slightly as the smell of bar flooded his nose. What was he doing in a-

“Soap, you alright? You were out for a bit. Staren’ at nothing.” Gaz said with a smile, slightly concerned.

He looked around, baffled as he took in the same dingy bar he had met you in. In fact in the same spot exactly, same clothes, same drink. Hold on, that can't be right. His head swung back around as he took in the table next to them was, empty. Bottles and cups discarded to the side, napkins crumpled. He heard the bar door shut as his eyes flicked over and spotted the same woman walk away outside, smiling the same as she was before. Only then did it make sense.

His mind filled in the blanks for him as he rubbed his face with a groan. When something is too good to be true, it's probably because it is. Gaz was patting his back as Ghost and Price shared a look that had Price hiding a smirk. But it didn’t matter to Johnny.

What mattered was she’d already left.

The boys decided that's where the night should end, Johnny's head almost embarrassingly hung low as they paid their bill and called a car to take them back to base. This is the first time Scott has sulked in a while, running his hands through his mohawk as he kicked himself for being so stupid. Caught up in a daydream of a random woman at the bar, what a stupid fantasy to get caught in. he was practically mourning something he doesn't even have, never did have. And now something he wouldn’t have either.

The moment changed his life for sure, a memory of fake memories that will haunt his little brain every once in a while when he's bored and remembers this night.

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lovelynim · 11 months

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YES YES YESSSSS hi my love i’m so proud of you congrats on 400 hehe

may i please request dan heng and caelus and discovery tickles (i want you to pick the lee bc i love your brain) ?? you’re awesome i can’t wait to see how this event turns out it’s so fun

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Both for the message and for this request huehuehue

I got a little carried away and I haven't played a f*cking second of HSR but im in love with them so i hope they don't sound too ooc

Dan Heng looked over his shoulder when the sound of the door opening reached his ears. Narrowing his eyes, the archivist tried to recognize the figure by its silhouette before saying something.

“Dan Heng, are you here?” Caelus said, walking inside the room and letting the door close behind him. With the sound of steps coming from behind a shelf, Dan Heng showed up, wearing a rather calm look on his voice.

“Yes, I’m here,” he said, looking at the trailblazer. “Do you need anything?”

Caelus shook his head, scratching the back of his head as he tried to come up with a proper answer. “I… just wanted to check on you. I haven’t seen you all day, so I got a little worried,” he admitted, hoping his ‘futile’ reason wouldn't annoy the archivist. “I hope I’m not bothering you or anyth-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dan Heng interrupted and, despite his usual cold facade, Caelus could tell he was being kind of friendly. “I wasn’t working on anything important.”

The answer gave Caelus a mixed feeling, making the man raise an eyebrow in curiosity. As much as it soothed his previous worries, it opened room for a new question. “Wait, what were you doing back there, then?”

As the silence started covering up all the noises in the room, Caelus’s curiosity only grew larger. “I mean, I could barely see you from the entrance, it was almost as if you were hiding,” he joked, letting out a nervous chuckle as he hoped to at least ease the tension between them.

Dan Heng sighed, his intuition telling him that running from the topic would only lead to further questioning and, even worse, ruin his whole “plan”.

“Truth to be told, that was what I was doing,” the archivist replied, trying to make it sound as normal as possible.

“Ah, I see- huh?! You were?!” It took him a few seconds to realize, not expecting his suspicions to be confirmed like that. “Why? Hiding from what?”

Dan Heng pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out an audible groan. It was such an absurd situation, such an embarrassing position to be in. But, looking on the bright side, maybe talking it out with Caelus would help.

“From March,” the archivist sighed, crossing his arms as he looked away, avoiding eye contact out of shyness, “she is probably… hunting me down right now.”

“W-what? From March? What happened?”

Was he really doing it? He guessed so, “we were hanging together earlier today and, for some reason, she started complaining about ‘how cold I am sometimes’ or something along these lines…”

“Uh-huh…” Caelus nodded, trying to follow Dan Heng’s line of thought.

“So, at first I didn’t care because it should be just another one of her ramblings, but she felt like I was ignoring her and started poking me.”

Caelus widened his eyes. From that sentence, he could guess where this was going and why Dan Heng seemed so annoyed. Taking some slow and quiet steps towards the archivist, the trailblazer nodded, humming in agreement.

“And- ahm, well, it felt… a little- ugh, a little ticklish,” he continued the story, not noticing how Caelus was slowly approaching him, to disturbed by the idea of voicing something like that, “a-anyway, I think this flipped some switch inside her; She started saying things, I guess to try tease me, and making a fuss over the idea of me being ticklish.”

“So… that’s why you decided to hide here? To avoid March tickling you?”

“Yes- Well, no, I mean, it’s not like that. It’s just that I’m not in the mood to fool around with her and I have work to do-”

“But are you?”

Dan Heng quickly turned his face towards Caelus as those words landed on his ears. The boy was merely inches away from him at that point, making the same face as March did when she made her little discovery.

#400 followers event #milestone event #honkai star rail #dan heng #caelus #dancae #asks #danibby #lee!dan heng #ler!dan heng #lee!caelus #who knows?#up to you guys to decide who is going to get got here

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roxineedstosleep · 2 years

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RUN DARLING RUN!!!

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(Batfam reaction , after their succesfully escape plan)

REGUEST: What about a Darling/Reader who was able to escape froma Yan!Batbam? Darling/Reader work sooo hard to prepare everything. It it worked?

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We are talking about the most paranoid family in the world.

Batman has a contingency plan for basically everything. And I mean it.

Even to be able to cover the nationwide chocolate chip cookie delivery shortage. This man is prepared for all the diferent crisis you can even imagine.

How could they be so dumb?

Well… it's all about their special, beautiful Reader.

They got carried away. For a few moments at least. That mistake won't happen again.

Although, to their self-defense, they managed to be completely fooled.

A perfect plan several months in advance, planning, development and organization. Other several months just to be safe and . There wasn't even any real proof of how this whole event was organized!

Notes on safe places? they don't exist

Source of savings? nobody knows

Means by which you can escape? Unknown at the moment

Safe house? remains to be seen.

Basically they had only dedicated themselves to enjoy everything the reader offered them. So calm that they didn't realize that the reader was finding his own hole to escape.

So… Quality time!!!

What better way to get rid of your enemy than to stick it to your hip?

They wanted Reader to stay by their side at all times, give the reader all their love and vice versa?

Well, they want it, they got it. It's that simple.

Spending time together before dinner with the family? You got it

Preparing lunches with Alfred? Lovely... but Reader must be banned of the kitchen (for real, reader manage to burned water... how?)

The reader had to have undergone hours and hours of exposing the likes and dislikes of all the family members to start planning how to gain their trust. Baby step, but in a safe way.

Spend so much quality time together that even they themselves find themselves needing to be able to have some alone time. After all, they are completely emotionally constipated.

Being Yanderes is how to channel all that ill-designed affection. If you ask me.

And so it all begins.

The reader spent so much time with Jason that he wants some alone time? That's when you figure out ways to escape the mansion without setting off alarms. also, those pants don't benefit your ass at all Jaylad.

Bruce and Tim have created so many trackers in front of the reader…that's the discussion of a possible renovation…the reader discovers how their sensors work and what factors can cause them to deactivate. Not to mention that the color of the facade isn't pretty either. Does everything created in the Cave have to be gray or black?

Damian and Dick are so tired during the patrol that they want to have a safe place? Well, that's when the reader (thanks to GPS discoveries) finds out which places are safe from which factors. Their favorite is the garbage truck, with several GPS included in the truck itself. There is NO way to determine if the Reader is really there or not.

Tim doesn't hesitate to teach things? Languages, places? All so that the reader is not bored? HAHAHAHA good one, basically made him fill up with data. So much data that the most stupid ones were actually the most useful for the reader to keep things in order.

Family movie nights? Of course! Is the best wey to determinate is an act seems to be realistic or not. The accents, the expressions, the history, the places. Full of info, if you ask me.

And yeah, Mean Girls is a cinema Jewell.

BUT. no doubt the reader had a harder time fooling the cameras.

Fooling the humans? yep, no doubt. Fooling his actions so the security cameras wouldn't fail Reader when they checked his means of escape?…there's the rub.

The reader was not only supposed to act in front of the audience, like a play-actor, but also in front of the camera. Make it believable not only for the viewer, but for the security guard who would review the recordings afterwards.

And that's how he managed to escape.

Messages, mixed, unrecorded or over-recorded containers, places that no one suspects but at the same time they do. Reader is like a ghost for them. And is more complicated to find Reader since... well, they made Reader a ghost for the rest of the wolrd.

They removed, deleted, erased, destroy and dissapear any kinf of evidence of Reader's existence. A clue? no more, there's not prove that even exited in first place. So that was your best move. Go across with that.

The reader really created pandemonium with his escape, but best of all was the contingency plan.

Bruce and his family, after all, had created a great presendent for the other billionaire families in Gotham. Adopt a poor homeless minor? Three wealthy families followed Bruce after he adopted Jason.

Now half of the billionaires in the city and in sister cities did remote or full adoptions by the time you arrived to the mantion.

Many of them, as in the case of the reader now, did not even have decent medical records. So the rich families did everything for it. Create names for them, give them identification, a fake backstory that everyone in the house learned by heart and… done. The perfect lost child or foster child for the family.

The reader is the perfect orphan. Quiet, adaptable, will love you with all his being. He is not aggressive with other children and is always cheerful as long as he is not cooped up for long periods of time in small places; not suitable for families with two mansions. (Yes, the reader must market himself as a puppy for adoption).

It was demeaning for the reader to go back to being a rich family's pet…a little. But reader was determinated to win to that Bat Hell family.

But, wasn't it better to have a rich family that only wants you as a propraganda than a family that won't hesitate to take away everything they has of privacy? Be a cute pet is better.

When the reader least expects it, is a continent away, being the foster child of an Arab-French family with many children from different countries. Just a little of makeup and that is!!!

The reader is so drawn into the character of the orphan traumatized by the streets of the USA that the family has never set foot in the country again.

Reader has managed to win their hearts, to the point where no one doubts their word. The reader never exaggerates, of course, the reader just wants some peace.

And with so many adopted children and so many siblings from different countries? Bruce will really take years to find out what really happened. And when that happend, it would be quite late to do something.

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#yandere and reader #yandere batman #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere bruce wayne #yandere tim drake #yandere dc #yandere damian wayne

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Jungkook's Natal Chart: Virgo Sun in 8H, 8°

Virgo Sun

Virgo are usually very professionals. It's a cliche that appears to be true most of the time. When it comes to work, they are very professional, perfectionist, they hate laziness. It has to be organized, perfect and clean. It does not mean that Virgo placements can't be lazy, it just means that when they enjoy something, you'll never meet someone that studious. (For ex, my best friend is a virgo sun but is extremely lazy when it comes to cleaning, but whenever she loves something, you'll never know someone better than her). In this case, we all know how professional Jungkook is. In this case, they are great colleagues, the kind you can talk to, have a funny chat with when it's time, yet very professionals when it is time. You can always count on them. Jungkook has this reputation of being extremely professional, yet also an amazing colleague. Yet, he hates people that are not professional.

Virgos are not one of the most extroverted sign in the zodiac, yet they appear to be very funny and very loyal once you are close to them. Some Virgos appear as cold and distant when you meet them. One of the cliche about Virgos is that they are not funny because most people only focus on appearance. Don't be fooled by that! They are very fun, and nice, loyal people, you'll be surprised! But they won't accept anyone in their life. I always noticed Virgos are observant and are careful when it comes to accept people in their life. They have this kind of witty humor too most of the times, and they like smart people. Overall, they are still their calm self, they aren't the drama type of humor. He does not have a lot of very close friends, and talked often how he doesn't go out often. Once a virgo trusts you and calls you their friend, you should feel special! Oh, I forgot! Jungkook was shy and veryyyyy introverted when he was younger! I got so used to his nowadays persona that I forgot how shy he used to be around members. I feel like there is still

Speaking of being calm, I noticed Virgos don't get mad often, they are rather calm in most of situation. Of course they can be stressed, anxious, and all, but their calmness are like no other. As we can see with Jungkook, he is pretty chill in most of situations. He always does his best, and often succeeds to be the best. Jungkook does not get mad often, if it happens, it's definitely serious! And this idea of wanting to be perfect that Jungkook has is not a coincidence. Virgos are perfectionist, so they often want to study to do the best (His Capricorn rising makes a lot of sense with this part of his personality).

Virgos Sun are perfectionist, I don't know how many times I said it there. But they also tend to expect the same with people around them. They are so very into helping people they love. They think helping someone to improve is a form of love, and it is. Sometimes their help can be seen as a critic but it's not the case. Virgos also have this thing for details, they notice so many things about people. This cold, shy, introvert appearance they have before knowing people, it's really a facade. In reality, it's also a way to observe people. Are you someone they can trust? Are you a nice person? Will you be able to be their friend? But mostly, what do they like? It's a way to get to know you secretly. They are very into making the life of their loved one either. You said you love that food? That virgo friend will remember forever. You said you often get cold? They'll find a way to help you with that. They remember every details of their friends! Their likes and dislikes! Virgos are so precious :(

Sun in 8H

The 8th House in astrology is ruled by Scorpio, so the house of sex, intimacy, secrets, finances that are shared (inheritance, partner's finances, taxes, loans), goals, mysteries, etc. This makes the aspects of Jungkook's personality more mysterious, meaning this boy is good to hide thing when it comes to him. The sun is the basic personality of the native, so let's just focus on this today. It's not you can't trust jk, it's more that he will be good at keeping things he wants to stay private. He will def not talk about something he doesn't wanna talk about, mostly if it's about his private life.

The Sun falling in this house makes the people around the native wanting more, more and MORE. Always wondered why Jungkook got so many thirsty fans? This placement. Jungkook has a strong scorpio influence on his sun (go down also to see the degree), meaning he will just attract people generally. People can tend to be obsessed about him because he has the kind of aura you can't get enough. He'll just naturally gonna make you wanting more lol. Also, now we know why jungkook LOVES to wear black.

Also, hear me out on this one. Jungkook might be interested in the occult, or anything that is not from our world. That could be something spiritual, to something more "spooky". I'm gonna leave that here, but don't forget what I said! Jungkook, if you find this post, I get you boy.

Sun in 8th makes the native very special too. They can like stuff that is not considered normal, or even hate stuff that are unusual. It's not the same vibe as Aquarius though, but it's still special in some sense. This placement makes the native even more introvert. And selective with the people they love and let in. Jungkook knows many people in the industry, but he doesn't have a lot of friends. Many people like him and want to be close to him, yet he doesn't let anyone in easily at all. This is the kind of person you should cherish if you are friend with him. He is gonna keep your secrets and even all the informations he knows about you like his own secrets, very trustful.

Also can be a bit moody sometimes? Not in a sense that his mood changes everyday, but some day you would feel like he just enjoys everyone, and the next day he just doesn't wanna talk to anyone, and everyone feel like his enemy. He could be a good stalker too, just saying. To be honest, I was always sure Jungkook never deleted Instagram, he just deleted his public account but still uses it with a private one. Privacy is important to him, and he could totally lie for the sake of it! This placement makes him enjoy having control over his life, he hates people that are gonna stalk him. But he could enjoy stalking lmao.

Also, this is a major sign of a lot of rebirth in his life! Like this man could go through many eras, and glow ups too! Did I already talked about the Sun in 8th house is an indicator of beauty? No? Well now you know. Something else: this man is thirsty. I knew it when I saw Scorpio mars, but man, Sun in 8th house is literally "I attract everyone sexually". We knew. He HOT. So even without flirting he could totally attract people naturally.

Through his life, Jungkook is going to receive money from his parents or, if he marries, through his spouse. This aspect could signify the native is destined to receive some kind of inheritance. It could happen to be money or just something that is considered important. Or it could be from his job, but def gonna inherit something important.

Sun in 8°

I feel like degrees are never very appreciated in astrology but I wanna add some spices hehe... The 8° is part of scorpio degrees (8°, 20°). The 8° is mostly connected to death, wealth, taking from others, manifestation, secrets, insurance, sex, jealousy, pregnancy, etc. I feel like Jungkook could go though many "rebirth" in his life, as his persona. For example, he was very shy being young, he seems to be more confident in his life now. This rebirth will never stop, we will see many parts of his personality in the future too! This guy also has his secrets... if you know what I mean. I mean, we all know now, with Seven, and 3D... lmao. By the way, pretty sure Jungkook knows about spirituality and the divine! And pretty sure he is into Soulmates & Twin Flames stuff! When he says "I can touch you in the Universe" in 3D, that made me thing of 5D thing (also not a coincidence the song is called 3D lol). Here, the 8° talks also about manifestation, and I think Jungkook has some interest in that thing. Which could be manifesting, spirituality, meditating, knowledges about the divine, angels, guides, and all this area. But I feel like it would easier for him to manifest, he could find it easy. Or even if he is not aware much about it, it might be a secret talent of his.

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Dooku and Anxiety?

So I completely made up that Dooku regularly had panic attacks as a kid for chapter 4 of This Story Can Kill You in Biting His Own Tale.

The kind of dignity Dooku projects absolutely reminds me of a person feeling like if they can just control their expression and appear totally aloof then they can control everything around them too.

By the time we meet him as Darth Tyranus, so much of him is image, and that image is specifically dignity and solemnity. To me that speaks of a need for control, because seriousness and solemnity are a fabulous way to stall for time in trying to figure out what to do without revealing you have no idea what you're doing.

There is the consideration that Jedi in general are known for their composure, but when other Jedi do it, there's obvious personality injected in it. Obiwan has his sarcasm and straight up flirting banter alongside that focused calm. Yoda makes exasperating, silly jokes in between giving cryptic, meaningful advice--I aspire to make old person jokes half as funny as his when I'm old. Anakin is as blunt as ever, even in his best moments. Even Luke picks up some of that Jedi calm, but is still manages to show he is forthright, caring, and just a little winy.

Dooku on the other hand, my entire impression of him is his composure, and the moment when it cracks--the moment he's about to die. All that is beneath it is fear. Admittedly, that's very reasonable in the particular moment, but I think it would hold true even if he hadn't been about to die. As a Sith, Dooku could totally decide to let out lots of his emotions, physically, verbally, whatever, just like we see Vader do, but he doesn't. There's a reason the Jedi don't realize Dooku has changed until he attacks them, and it's at least partially that he hasn't changed his behavior significantly. Despite the "breaking of chains" promised by the Sith Code, Dooku keeps his facade even when he no longer needs to fool anyone at all.

In the clone wars episode Ambush (one of my personal favorites), we get the fabulous moment of Yoda and Dooku seeing each other over a holocall. Dooku speaking to Ventress is angry and commanding. He feels in control of her, and so he doesn't need to control himself. When Yoda--someone Dooku knows very well he does not control--arrives, it's a different story. Yoda initiates their verbal exchange, and Dooku mainly follows his cues in their conversation, just deflecting Yoda's assertion that darksiders are cowardly. His anger and impulse is tucked away and hidden, and he becomes passively reactive. Even those reactions are tied up in being witty and formal, rather than expressing any personality.

The image of a young Dooku struggling with anxiety and panic attacks and Yoda, who would be only a little shorter than him at that point, helping him calm down, gives me a lot of feelings. It so deeply echoes what Obiwan and Anakin's early years together must have been like (though the anxiety is from different causes) that it just--I'm a sucker for lineage feels ok?

#SW rant #star wars #Biting His Own Tale #count dooku #disaster lineage #it's not projecting if im right #would sell my soul for an actual image of Yoda and young dooku #maybe this will make me finally paint something #star wars yeeteth

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Requested by Anonymous, I do not have the original request. Prompt list used was mine. Not proud of the ending but... it is what it is.

Yandere! Ultimis Richtofen Prompts 9, 28, 31

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

"Do you know how hard it is to wear a facade? Just to get people to like you?"

"I'd make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Violence, Punishment, Guns, Wounds, Forced intimacy, Forced relationship, Blood licking, Sadism, Darling may be influenced by Element 115 and not know it, NSFW implied but nothing happens.

Richtofen acts more sane than he is. It's the only way he can complete his job. Even if the Element 115 samples he tests make him give into much darker parts of his mind... he acts so calm.

Hiding insanity is difficult to do for him.

When alone with his experiments, he talks to himself. He laughs and takes joy in the suffering. He loves playing around with the guts of his test subjects!

Although, Richtofen had to tone down his sadistic side when he was presented with his new assistant. A being so vulnerable... you made him shiver. He always fantasized about what he could do with you.

Experiments, mostly. Although fantasies of manipulative romantic desires also cross his mind. If he reveals his intentions too quickly however such dreams will never come true.

So he lies, manipulation and charisma are skills he's good at.

Oh you're just so innocent to him. You have no idea how unstable Richtofen really is. To you, he was a man testing a new element for teleportation.

An advancement you were really excited about!

Although... you never understood Richtofen's behavior. The staring, the lingering touches, even his praises. Richtofen had an attachment to you....

You were just too naive to know how much of an attachment it is.

You thought it was just you helping with teleportation. That is until you saw Richtofen let it slip. Just a minor mistake that made you suspect something more...

You saw one of his experiments one day. You just needed to get something to prepare for another teleportation test run. The shock had made you unaware of Richtofen. He then catches sight of you and frowns for a moment.

"Do you know how hard it is to wear a facade? Just to get people to like you?"

His words catch you off guard. When he steps away from the body, clothes covered in red and traces of blue, his stature is intimidating. His gaze is even worse, looking way more deranged than usual.

"I thought I'd be able to fool you much longer. Oh well, it seems my assistant is too curious for their own good."

Your heart nearly stops when he picks up a gun from the table. He always kept one on him due to war times. When he aims it at you, you panic and hold up your hands.

"I'm sorry! Don't kill me- You wouldn't, would you?"

A laugh comes from Richtofen.

"You're right, I would never kill you... but..."

The gun goes off twice, two shots propelling into your leg. The pain comes quickly and you're falling onto the floor. Over your scream you barely register what Richtofen says next.

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

Richtofen takes his time stalking towards you, savouring your fear with every step. You try to crawl away yet the pain in your leg hinders you. Richtofen pulls you closer and tilts your head up.

"What? Can't take my discipline? Would you rather be punished... some other way?"

You widen your eyes and shake your head. The vulgar suggestion chills you to the core. How did he see you, was it really like that?

"Aw... how upsetting. I was looking forward to it."

He looks towards your wound then back to an operating table.

"You'd be a poor assistant if I didn't patch you up...."

You're swiftly picked up and carried to a clean operating table. Clean as in it currently had no body. Richtofen then gets to work removing the bullets in your leg.

"The punishment was just meant to scar you. You don't need the bullets to stay there."

You thought he'd be gentle with you. However, the lack of pain killers contradicted your thoughts. Richtofen seemed to relish your screams and whimpers of pain. He adored the way your blood coated his gloves even more. The pain was enough to make you light-headed, barely registering anything except the pain of him digging into your leg.

Surely there would be more moments like this to come, Richtofen thinks as he admires the way your blood covers him.

"You know..." He chuckles, bandaging your leg. "I discipline you like this because I love you."

"What the... hell...?" You gasp, pain still pulsing within you.

"Yes... honestly I've been waiting for when I could get you on my table. Been waiting even more for this...."

He changes position so his head is near yours. You stare at him in fear and confusion before he quickly devours your lips with his. You struggle slightly but he holds you down.

You hear him moan into the kiss and feel him shiver. He invades your mouth, smearing blood onto your face with his dirtied glove. You push his chest yet he only laughs into the kiss. He then pulls away, watching you pant.

"You taste divine... I can't get enough of you."

He then looks to your neck and kisses it. It feels disgustingly good until he bites you. You cry out in pain once again, Richtofen lapping at the bleeding wound.

"I'd make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...."

It was obvious Richtofen was not only deranged, but a sexually starved man. The way he slurps at your blood and mouth proves as much. He scared you.

It scared you even more that you didn't mind, the craving for pleasure probably due to a need to drown out your pain. For this, you tolerate his actions. If only to distract you from the burning pain....

The table is cold to even your clothed back and in the next few moments it would only get even colder. Perhaps the fear of death made you tolerate him. That, or maybe he made you excited in a strange way you never knew.

Perhaps the Element 115 affected you a bit too much too. The stuff was everywhere and whispered desires into your ears.

At this moment, you didn't care if it was the hysterics or insanity that made you compliant, you just cared about smothering your pain with his help.

#yandere call of duty zombies #yandere cod zombies #yandere ultimis richtofen

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speedystarshine · 2 years

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hi hi! I read ur escape the night fanfic about lele and Matt and it was SO GOOD!!!/gen

If you can, can you do Yandere Manny and Yandere Matpat hcs? Separate hcs if that’s alright with you. Preferably with a male reader but g/n is fine!!

take your time with the request, if you don’t want to do it it’s fine! :)

Of course, anon! I'm glad you enjoyed the last one! Bro I swear everybody in escape the night is so gender/pos- Manny might be a little ooc, sorry! I did him first since I was a bit worried about that :)

Yandere Manny Mua and Yandere Matpat x M!Reader (Separate) Headcanons!

Yandere Manny Mua (The Record Producer)

*inhales*

Right, I feel like Manny would have a better grip hiding his feelings for you.

The most you'd notice is how he stares at you when you think he's not looking, or a slight blush here and there, but definitely better than Mat.

He gives you that kind of.. polite parent kind of smile a lot? Outwardly looks like he has everything in check while inwardly being like "jsjsinsjajanajhelookdatmeholySHITNSKWJNDNMA"

He's actually quite tame for a yandere!

But don't let that fool you, any yandere can become dangerous when pushed enough.

I feel like he'd be more manipulative, giving things a slight push into where they need to be rather than going in physically.

Constantly babies you, I'm sorry I don't make the rules.

He believes that you're someone who needs to be protected, and that he's the only one who can protect you!

After all, you are trapped in time in a spooky mansion with nasty little secrets around each corner, you need to have someone watching your back!

Conversations with him are nice, he acts like how he normally would, apart from the slight difference of badmouthing someone a whole lot more.

He has this kind of persuasive way of talking, to the point of where even if you were best friends with said person you'd either be slightly suspicious or wary of them.

He would definitely be a self aware yandere, but instead of freaking out or feeling bad he's calm and goes "okay, what next?"

This may seem like a good way of thinking, and it is!

But...everyone has their breaking point.

If he was on a challenge with someone else, calm facade is immediately gone and man is ready to play dirty.

After all, haven't you technically won if the other is dead?

No, but don't tell him that.

He's super supportive of you, no matter what it is!

If it was a personal thing? He's behind you 100%!

It is was a challenge? Very worried for your life, but still behind you 100%!

Ajajjdns this is a kinda domestic hc that cant exist because of setting but ima plop it in here anyways, you two do each others makeup sometimes. Thats it that's the heacano-

Would just kinda.... Stop working if you were to die. You're the main reason his brain is going at like 68fps everyday so if you were suddenly to just? Die? It would break him.

Tries to move on, but hates it. He's just kinda numb now. :(

If you were to be brought back, he would be ECSTATIC. Actually has to do a double take and starts crying on the spot-

He would do a silly little hand wave dance before giving you all the hugs and kisses ever, whether or not you two are together.

Now when y'all are hanging out he's slightly more quiet when you two are together, your death made him realize it's the small things that count so sometimes he just wants to hold you :)

5/10, (danger levels) only really cares more about your safety then taking care of others.

Yandere Matpat (The Detective)

Mat our beloved

I'm gonna be honest, it's not hard to get him to fall for you. It's actually kinda sad-

Just, basic human decency. Or give him a complement or something, dig your own grave ig 🙄.

Instantly has him going awooga

Mans is a total simp he just sees you and mentally goes "😳 P-Pretty........boy.....😵🥰"

Enough of that tho

When he's not being a total mess, he'll help you quite a lot with puzzles and more often then not will trust you with information he wouldn't tell anyone else.

He doesn't want to risk making either you or him seeming suspicious too much, so the most he'll go for when he sees something he doesn't like is a light glare or a little 'talk' :)

Poor guy guilt trips you without even realising sometimes. I mean, just look at those puppy eyes, how could you say no?

It's not all just lovey-dovey and sunshine though, however much he'll try to make it seem that way. He is still a yandere, after all.

He has trouble getting a handle on his emotions, so he can be a teensy bit unpredictable.

One second he'll be pulling you away from the group so you can look for clues with you alone, being super clingy and smily and shit

Then the next he'll be giving someone the death glare of the century because they made a joking little comment about you two.

Just, eerily silent with a crazy look in his eye. Yikes.

You know he would rig the votes for sure.

People don't even notice, either! It only starts to get suspicious after the second time someone who no one wished ill will against got voted in...

Speaking of rigging, you know he'd do it for you too. Simp.

Like, if you somehow do get voted into a challenge, he'd make it hell on earth for the other contestant.

Sneaking off to try and trip them up, giving them helpful little 'tips' that end up screwing them over...

It's all for you, of course! <3

Little mini hc, he snap pictures of you sometimes. I-It's for evidence checks, he swears!

Bitch pulls them out randomly and fucking swoons and sighs while tracing your face-

He's like an awkward teenager smh. I think it would probably be obvious to literally EVERYBODY EVEN THE FUCKING CLOWNS- somehow apart from you- that he loves you.

Just picturing a sweaty and blushing Mat holding your hand while you just go "eh, he's probably just cold-" like for fucks sake reader/j-

Has a odd fascination with the 'creepier' aspects of the mansion.

Probably planning who to off next 🙄

And he would! Matt and Lele wouldn't , much since their actually levelheaded enough to reason against that, but mans in unstable. Actually believes he can play it off as some spooky thing from the mansion swooping down to kill them.

*person is lying dead on the ground with their head missing and body mutilated beyond comprehension*

Mat, covered in blood: it was probably just a bug <3

The sad thing is (or good, if you enjoy having a yandere on your tail) is that he has an advantage here.

He is the detective, after all, and the person who would find it easiest to screw up all evidence is the one who would have it figured out in the first place.

If you were to die, Mat would be in HEAVY denial. Constantly looking for someway to bring you back, something to tell him that your still there.

It gets to the point where he refuses to leave, even if it's just before sunlight or he can. Why would he leave without you?

If you got brought back, he would be sobbing EVERYWHERE.

You best bet you're never getting a second of privacy ever again. Crazy levels have now upped 100%, won't let anyone else come near you in fear that they'll take you away.

Sometimes you kinda just need to hug him and convince him that you're actually still here :(((

He'll get over it eventually, but it's always there just in the back of his mind.

I'd say 7/10. Giant simp most of the time, but he can be VERY dangerous when provoked.

Djiahwhsb. Hope you liked them anon! It's like 1 in the morning so brain juices are flowing FAST rn-

I wasn't 100% sure if these were in character since I only recently finished season 4, hope you like them anyways!! <3

Also I'm not too sure how to add a readmore on mobile so sorry to those that had to scroll past this post-

Edit: added read more!

#anon asks #escape the night #escape the night x reader #xgnreader #xreader #yandere escape the night x reader #matpat x reader #manny mua x reader #yandere matpat x reader #yandere manny mua x reader #i loved writing this ajwjndjwj-#xmalereader #the detective x reader #yandere detective x reader

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whumpshaped · 11 months

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If he doesn't respond to physical torture, mental torture is always an option.

Tell him he's breaking. His shaky hands and the way his eyes dart around the room are obvious, even if that's not true. Make him believe he's weaker than he is.

tw interrogation, blood

"At this point, you're really not fooling anyone." You sit back down, as calm and collected as you can be. He's finally showing some signs of breaking, little cracks in the facade- maybe you can use that. "You're scared, just like any other person would be. You're scared, you're hurt, you want it to stop."

He tilts his head, his mouth twitching into a bloody smile. "I'm not trying to fool anyone. I am scared! I'm sooo scared, so terrified of a little rookie. But you know what makes me better than you spineless little shits? It's the fact I can keep my mouth shut regardless. I'd make you into minced fucking meat within seconds if the roles were reversed."

"But they're not," you interrupt before he can gain more momentum. "And honestly, this whole show you're putting on is just making you look more pathetic."

He spits some blood onto the table between the two of you. "You think I care how I come across? You think I care about your opinion?" He tries to lean back in the chair, but his hand that's still fixed to the table is making it awkward and difficult. He bursts out laughing. "Hell, a man can't even look a little cool nowadays. Luckily, I don't give a shit about that."

#asks #abhainn35 #break that man 2023 #whump #whump drabble #interrogation whump #blood

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unityblair · 2 years

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Master Eddie Munson Fanfiction Part 6

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Melissa (Made-up female character)

Word Count: 0.8K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Drug mention, Sex Mention, Poverty Mention

Story's premise: Mel comes to Eddie’s trailer to make a deal, but then everything spins out of control.

Mel’s pov

Me having nothing to do with Eddie lasted until I was arrested for suspicion of grand theft auto. And by the way, there were Riffer Rick’s drugs hidden under the rug in the back of the van.

Old Munson showed up to the police station and reported his nephew’s car stolen right after he came home to an empty driveway and saw a young boy not wanting to say a word to him.

He of course assumed the worst, so he went to Sheriff Powell for assistance.

Unfortunately, it didn’t turn out well for me. I was busted at the county border, while I was driving around, trying to calm down and come out with some type of plan.

Scared and lost, I sat calmly in the corridor, both of my hands cuffed. I felt glad that they didn’t cuff me to one of the chairs. If I wanted, I could make a clean escape out of there. But then I’d be wanted. It would be like an admission of guilt. I wanted them to be fooled by my facade.

Melissa Salewski, she’s a good girl next door, right? She wouldn’t hurt a fly! She’s a good student and an outstanding cheerleader. She’s living and breathing the American Dream. She’ll go to college and then come back, marry a highschool quarterback and bare him six little nuggets.

Fuck that shit! I’d rather die - I thought to myself, as I heard someone storm into the station.

“Where is she?” Eddie asked a woman at the reception desk.

“I’m here” I wanted to wave to him, but I forgot my hands are still cuffed. So I got both of them above my head in an attempt to signal to him my location.

“She’s waiting for an interrogation now” Woman shouted after Eddie as he ran to me, taking my face in his hands. He seemed terrified seeing me in cuffs.

“Whatever it is, I’m not pressing charges” he said as he looked deep into my eyes, all of the sorrow deeply visible in his features.

“You’re not?” I was surprised.

“No, baby, I’m taking you outta here asap” He kissed the top of my head “Uncuff her right the fuck now”

“Okay, but sir… Your uncle said some things and now we can’t give you your car back” The woman explained as she emerged from behind the counter with a set of keys.

“What?”

“We need to process the evidence. Your car may be linked to an unsolved case”

“What case?” I asked, feeling my throat go dry.

“I can’t disclose that kind of information,” She explained. “Not at this phase of investigation”

“Jesus” Eddie shook his head, trying to process all of this bullshit “Just uncuff her and we’re leaving for now”

“We can’t let her go, sir” the woman stopped him, as he tried to make me go with him “Her parents or legal guardian must pick her up”

Shit - I was drop dead at the spot.

“Is there any other way?” I asked hopefully.

“Child protective services”

“Hell nah” Eddie scoffed.

“Have you called my aunt yet?”

“She’s not picking up but we’re trying to reach her”

“Please” I started to beg her, tears pricking in my eyes “Please don’t call her”

“Why don't you want to go home?” Police woman quizzed.

“I-I… I just don’t want to disappoint her” I told only half of the truth. In reality I knew she'd probably beat me black and blue if she ever found out.

“Baby, I’ll find a way to get you outta here” the boy cupped my face in his hand. Cold metal of his rings almost made me shiver at sudden contact.

And for a moment there wasn’t anyone there. Just us, two quarreling lovers making up after the great thunderstorm. Hearing nothing, but the beat of his heart - I said “Master, can you make me invisible for this one night?”

“I wish I could” he whispered, gently kissing my forehead.

“They say I did something bad?” I looked up at him, his puppy eyes watery from infirmity.

“I’m not pressing charges, they are just waiting for Linda to pick you up” He explained, leading me to a chair. “I wish you were older” He sighed, ruffling his hair. He relaxed, but his face stayed tense, as he was bouncing his fingers on my thigh.

“I wish you were less stupid” We both laughed at that. “That’s not how I imagined our evening” I admitted after sitting in silence for half an hour, smirking at the ridiculousness of my thoughts.

“I wish we were naked in my trailer” he sighed, masking the excitement in his voice.

“Yeah we shouldn’t have left for this stupid practice”

“I’m sorry, I said what I said” He squeezed my hand “No lies from me, sweetheart. I’m so bewitched by you and our secret was so hard to carry… I know you’re mad, you have the right to, but I want everyone to know you’re mine”

“You’re crazy” I gasped, feeling the air becoming heavier with each breath we took.

“You can call me crazy, dumb, a complete psycho. You can call me names, that’s fine with me. But please never do that again because without you I feel like my soul is incomplete”

“You’re in love…” I heard a familiar voice say.

We quickly looked up to find my aunt staring at our joined hands in disgust.

“Auntie…” I began, gently removing my hand from Eddie’s.

“I knew you were trouble, young Munson” She concluded sternly.

“Yet we aren’t here because of me” he snapped.

“Eddie stop, please. Auntie let’s go home” I turned between them, to keep them away from ripping each other's throats out.

“Mel you don’t have to leave with her if you don’t want to” he took my hand, the fear in his eyes crushing my spirit.

“But I have to…” I looked away because my voice was shaking. “I’ll see you in school”

Just like that, his castle crumbled overnight. He could do nothing against a person who was older and respected in the community. He didn’t have any proof that she was hurting me or doing anything illegal or straight up bad, so he sat still, feeling his legs grow concrete and his eyes go blurry as he watched me go.

And I felt like entering oblivion as he disappeared from my sight.

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cresctsukiko · 8 months

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"Much time had already pass, would you still look at me the same?"

—

In the sweltering heat of summer, a season traditionally associated with reconciliation and making amends, such sentiments held little relevance within the place of the mafia. If anything, it signaled a time for daring raids and heightened activity.

No respite had been granted to anyone in the past month, with each day demanding relentless effort. The influx of illicit goods seemed ceaseless, an all-too-familiar occurrence that had numbed the senses of those involved—until a particular executive succumbed to the temptations of alcohol during a hectic week.

"Chuuya, I'm thoroughly disappointed to see you in such a state at a time when our workload is overwhelming," the fatigued red-haired woman named Kouyou remarked. Exhausted, she added, "If this behavior persists, I will bring the matter to the attention of our boss. I did not raise you to mourn in this manner." Kouyou took a deep breath and massaged her temples in an attempt to maintain composure.

"Huh? Whatddya mean?!" Chuuya, visibly intoxicated with half-closed eyelids and a flushed face, asked. He rubbed his eyes to focus on Kouyou before speaking again.

"I'm fine. It's just three bottles. What's the problem?" he slurred, sniffing as his eyes welled up. Kouyou sighed once more, abandoning her facade of calmness and revealing her irritation.

"The issue isn't the three bottles, Chuuya. I know you can handle that much. But your yearning for him will drive you to consume more alcohol," she stated, her patience wearing thin. Her agitated expression was now fully exposed to the intoxicated ginger.

Chuuya stared at her in confusion before his eyes widened. "Huh?! What are you talking about? I don't miss him—ugh!" He abruptly jumped from his seat, glaring at her. "You react so violently when no name was even mentioned. How amusing," Kouyou snickered.

"I DO NOT miss that mackerel!" Chuuya retorted angrily. Although he wanted to deny her words, his flushed face betrayed the effects of alcohol. "You're fooling no one, Chuuya. Don't be ashamed of it. It's alright; I can always keep your secrets," Kouyou taunted him, a mix of teasing and genuine concern evident in her expression. Chuuya knew he could trust her, considering she had practically raised him.

"Tch, what's the point? We don't even talk anymore or have any form of contact," he huffed, attempting to salvage his pride. Yet, it was futile, for how could that ever work?

Kouyou sighed once again. "Chuuya, dear, that's exactly why you're falling apart. I can't fathom how you've managed to survive without being by his side for so long." Kouyou slowly approached him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "You were inseparable from him, always together because he was the one person you trusted, despite him being the most dangerous man around. It's amusing how you continue to deny it," she murmured, her hands gently massaging his shoulders in an attempt to provide comfort.

"Hah! Looks like I was the only one holding on to him. He left the mafia without telling me and then blew up my car!" Despite the sarcastic smile on his face, deep down he was already emotionally wounded, and Lady Kouyou knew that all too well. "That's not true," she whispered, her eyes closed.

Indeed, it wasn't true. Dazai had regarded Chuuya as one of the most important people to have around in this wretched existence. Otherwise, he would have cast Chuuya aside long ago, seeing him as nothing more than another face among many. But he hadn't; he cared deeply for him.

Kouyou slowly withdrew, adjusting her kimono. "Apologies, Chuuya, but I have many matters to attend to. If you need assistance or if you've made up your mind, just call for me. I'll do my best to help you. Furthermore, I'll find a way to speak with the boss, perhaps even secure a day off or, more likely, a night off for you. Please remember, Chuuya, you're not alone in this. I must go now," she conveyed, ensuring he was listening, before leaving the room with a troubled expression.

Chuuya watched as she picked herself up and exited his room. His facial muscles relaxed, leaving behind an expression of emptiness. It was yet another lonely night in Yokohama, Japan.

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On a familiar rooftop, a man lay gazing at the stars, pondering how things would unfold if they were to meet again. Would Chuuya be regarded as someone with shared memories or merely a stranger? How deep would the pain cut?

Such thoughts were enough to make the ginger weep himself to sleep.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fanfiction #chuuya nakahara #ozaki kouyou #dazai x chuuya #bungo stray dogs

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