#thank you again to everyone who helped make this happen you're stunning you really are
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A gift, from Tavylia and the Dear Abdirak fans who made this happen, and of course the star of the show himself~
Hello darlings, dear ones, and sinners all~
This cameo is our gift, for all of us who know pain a little too intimately. Written and joint funded by Abdirak fans and Lia, to provide some measure of comfort. Please, enjoy, know you are heard, you are loved, and you are never alone when enduring the most intense of Loviatar's affections.
(And all my gratitude to Declan for making this so very swiftly right before going offline for his holiday)
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The script, including content there was no space for, and some more notes from Lia, will follow after the cut~
This one is clean, no NSFW content, so feel free to proceed at your leisure.
For those new here, please be aware that the majority of my content is around NSFW writing with a few art shares and essays on fandom things. Welcome, and I hope you enjoy your stay even if you're only here for this one video.
About The Script
Even with the additional payment, the maximum character limit in a request is 650. My original draft? 1117.
We got out the knives, we cut it up, we boiled it down to the most pertinent line, and still had to defenestrate some of the punctuation. Far be it from me to ever know the meaning of brevity, loves, simply not in my extensive vocabulary.
I also cannot thank Declan enough for the stunning performance, both in the game and in the cameo, and for giving us a character who we can relate to and adore in so many unexpected ways.
The Script We Sent
[greeting] Loviatar Maiden of Pain felt the echo of your pain singing through infinite realities. In her mercy, she has allowed us to speak. Agony is a cloak that you wear, armour you cannot remove, it is as bound to you as the guilt you feel for its very presence. I might envy you, but you did not choose this path. Your penitence is unnecessary. Let go, dear one, do not punish yourself further. The ebb and flow of exquisite torment, the rise & fall of the tides, you need not try so hard to swim. Breathe. Whether it is of the flesh or mind, your devotions have been heard. [reminder to share burdens/rely on each other/not alone/anything else]
The Original Draft Script
Greetings, Dear Ones, beloved of Loviatar - perhaps too beloved, in your case… Your pain sang through the fabric of the planes of infinite realities, catching and pulling at the Weave like a loose thread.
My Goddess, the Maiden of Pain, she felt your echo through her web. Through her mercy, she has allowed me to speak with you.
Agony is a cloak that you wear, an armour you cannot remove, it is as bound to you as the guilt you feel for its very presence. I might envy you…but you did not choose this path.
Your penitence is not necessary. Let it go, dear one, do not punish yourself further. The ebb and flow of exquisite torment, the rise and fall of the tides, you need not try so hard to swim through them all. Breathe, keep your head above the water. Whether it is of the flesh or of the mind, your devotions have been heard by our most beloved Maiden of Pain.
You endure it well, and you are not alone. There are other voices that sing her melody, listen for them, share your burdens and know you are all very dearly loved by the most gracious Loviatar. Even if her affections are a little excessive…
Lia's Notes And Thanks
First of all, a HUGE thank you to the dear ones who helped this happen, with encouragement, editing advice, and throwing some pennies in the pot to cover the cost I couldn't do alone. I shan't name names but you are already well aware of the endless affection I hold for you all.
For everyone else, I really do hope this brings you some measure of comfort. It's important to recognise how much we tend to give of ourselves even when we suffer most, and how harsh we can be towards ourselves too.
You are not a burden, having needs is normal and natural, the people who matter most should be there to support you just as you would wish to be there to support them were your roles reversed.
We can rely on each other to a degree, even if it is just to listen, to say "I understand, it's alright to feel all of the things you are feeling. You do not have to be strong, you do not have to wear that mask of endurance with me."
So do let go of that guilt, dear one, it does not serve you.
If you would like to read more of a discussion on chronic pain, Abdirak, fandom, please see the main essay on the topic (click here) though be aware there is discussion of the more spicy topic of how pleasure and pain can be entwined, even for those of us who feel too much pain in our every day.
Tavylia's Offer
I'm going to round this one off with a simple offer to you all. Should you wish for words of comfort from a beloved character (probably BG3 but if I know the character well enough I can try others), send them to my ask box, or on Discord/Twitter/Anything on my Carrd.
This is what I have worked on before, mostly SFW (only some light suggestive moments) as the focus is on comfort to the reader.
Abdirak - Migraine Comfort
Yurgir - Migraine Comfort
Tav - General Comfort, with Audio
Multi-Character Comfort Drabbles (Including Abdirak)
If my little words can bring you any measure of comfort or relief, you need only ask.
Farewell for now, Dear Ones, darlings, loves, Pain Pals, - all of you. Please take care of yourselves - hydrate, nourish, and for the sake of the gods please allow yourself some rest and be kind to yourself for a change. And I do mean all of you. No exceptions, now.
Love yourself with grace and forgiveness, care for yourself as if you were the most precious friend you have ever made. I hope to see you all very soon~
May Loviatar's blessings be more merciful.
~ Lia
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How JJK men act when you have insomnia (can't sleep)
Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Toge x fem!reader; Megumi x fem!reader (special thanks to @belovedvamp for that jaw-dropping gorgeous Megumi requests, like wow)
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: nightmares, angst to comfort in everyone, I would like to point out that Megumi is my favorite part and that I'm thinking about doing a Part 2, so if you're invested definetely let me know 😭not 100% proofread yet
Gojo Satoru
„Huh, why are you still awake babe? Aren’t you tired?”
Satoru takes in your gorgeous sight, how you lay curled up in your shared bed with your sleepy eyes darted towards him. God, why do you have to be so stunning, why does the selfish urge to keep you awake a little longer become almost unbearable for him when he knows exactly why you’re unable to sleep?
The mattress gives in under your boyfriend’s weight next to you, his hand gently caressing your head. You feel drunk, as if your body doesn’t function properly anymore. No wonder, after all you were awake for more than 30 hours by now, fighting and fighting to finally exorcise a bunch of special grade curses while Satoru was busy somewhere else.
But you’re scared to close your eyes again, to get confronted with the horrible things you’ve saw today. After each and every mission, your brain haunts you with awful nightmares, reminds you of all the death, all the injured, all the things you’ve lost.
No, you just can’t take it. You’d rather stay up a little longer in desperate hopes to be spared than risking to have another bad dream.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it”, you mumble into your heavy blanket, eyes drifting to the window.
It began to rain, heavy droplets pounding against the glass violently, thunder erupting in the dark sky. Carefully, Satoru lays down beside you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.
“I know you’re lying”, he mutters against your sensitive neck.
“Is it because of your nightmares?”
You turn around to face him in utter surprise. When did you ever told him about those nightmares? You always kept them to yourself, suffered through them on your own. After all, Satoru is a very busy man who shouldn’t have to worry about something like a bad dream. Yes, it seems pretty ridiculous to whine about your nightmares when the strongest of them all is the one you’re talking to.
“Don’t worry about that, I’m fine”, you lie into his face, gifting him a small smile to convince him.
But your eyes don’t lie. They show nothing but terror and dread, nothing but fatigue and alertness at the same time. Suddenly Satoru’s heart feels heavy. He should have realized it sooner, the way you always go to sleep after him when you were out on a mission. Why did it never cross his mind that all of this might be too much for you? Maybe because you’re so damn strong, maybe because you make it look so damn easy every time, carrying the weight of all those missions so that his students don’t suffer.
“It makes no sense to lie to me. Why didn’t you tell me about it, babe? I’m sure Shoko might be able to help you-“
“There’s nothing anyone could do about this”, you interrupt him immediately.
“Trust me, I tried everything out there. I guess this is just how my brain tries to cope with all those things, the people dying and stuff…”
“But you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re a team, remember? Why don’t you wake me up whenever you feel upset? Why do you go to sleep after I’m already passed out? (y/n), don’t do this to yourself.”
Gently, he cups your cheek with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. Oh, how much you hate that familiar feeling. That feeling of being useless, of being weak. Are you really too frail to even sleep after a mission? Why aren’t you able to handle the things you see like the others, like Kento and Satoru? All that training, all that power just to cry in your sleep over the things that happened hours ago.
Truly pathetic.
“Do you really think you’re alone? Especially in the beginning, Kento was plagued by nightmares each and every night so much that he couldn’t even fall asleep. Suguru and I…it is always rough, remembering the faces of those you weren’t able to save. But don’t let them keep you awake, don’t think you have to simply endure this. I’m here each and every night to hold you, okay? I’m here, you’re not alone (y/n).”
Oh Satoru.
Without thinking twice, you turn around and intertwine your body with his, desperately trying to keep your composure. How do you even deserve a man like him? A man who seems goofy most of the time but hast the softest side, a man who cares more about everyone around him than himself.
Your boyfriend, the strongest with a heart of pure gold.
“I hate when they haunt me in my sleep”, you finally give in, hiding your face against his warm chest.
“I know, babe. Trust me, we all do.”
Ever so gently, he strokes your hair and back, embraces you in his very own warmth. Satoru feels like home, like the perfection you are chasing each and every day. What would you even do without his loving arms as your home? Where would you be without his constant support? All those nights he stood by your side, watched a awful romantic movie so you’d feel good again. The countless times he cooked your favourite meal for you, only to throw it away and order food afterwards. All those times he rushed to your side when you got injured, how he always manages to be right by your side when you wake up. And oh, how tender is touch feels against your skin, how his warmth embraces you with every inch of his body. He feels so good, so comforting…
Satoru watches with a small smile as your lids grow heavy and finally close, your breath leaving your mouth evenly.
“As long as I’m the one holding you, no nightmare in the world will dare to wake you up, babe”, he breathes against your ear, holding you tightly in his arms throughout the whole night.
Inumaki Toge
You stare at the full moon blankly, mind racing. How are you supposed to get out of this alive? Are you even strong enough to lead your very own mission without someone by your side? This will be the first time you’ll be completely on your own. Without Maki, without Panda, without Toge…You trained hard these last months, you know what you’re capable of. But still…
Is it enough?
“Kelp.”
His tender voice rips you out of your poisonous thoughts immediately, glossy eyes shooting up to take in his sight. Why does he have to look so delicate with the moonlight highlighting his features? Why does his mouth have to be so damn captivating?
Why is it so easy to fall hopelessly in love with Toge Inumaki?
“Sorry, I thought y’all were asleep”, you explain visibly uncomfortably.
How embarrassing, getting caught by your crush while silently crying into the night about a damn mission. A silent yawning escapes your lips before you can stop it, tired eyes covered by a curtain of tears. God, you are so tired.
“Salmon roe.”
Before you even comprehend what’s happening, the white-haired boy takes his hand into yours gently, staring at you so intensely that you forget how to breathe for a moment. It’s like he wants to tell you that everything will be alright, that you have nothing to worry about.
“I don’t think I can do this alone, Toge. I don’t think I’m strong enough to do this…”, you finally give in.
“Bonito flakes”, he immediately replies.
Without thinking twice, he takes out a small notepad and begins to write frantically. You know he always carries a writing block with him for time that require more than a few words, more than gestures are able to say.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you worked hard these last weeks. And you’re great! Just do as good as you always do, I’m counting on you, (y/n)! Please try to get some sleep now :)”
With every word you read your heart beats a little faster, with every word your grin grows a little wider. If he only knew how much his words truly mean to you…
“So you really think I can do it on my own?”, you question.
“Salmon!”
“Thank you, Toge”, you mutter touched.
You don’t know why, but suddenly your eyes start to burn in tears. Toge holds nothing but affection in his gaze, hand still resting on yours while squeezing it ever so slightly. He truly believes in you and your abilities, shows no doubt in your save return. Maybe…maybe you’re actually able to do this. Maybe you are indeed ready for your first solo mission.
Toge stands up again, signalling you with a gentle squeeze to stand up as well. You follow him through the dark hallways of Jujutsu High, right into the dorm you know so well.
“Tuna”, he whispers into the night before pressing you against his warm chest.
You feel as light as a feather, too stunned to speak by the way his arms feel wrapped around your body. He smells intoxicating, so good that you can’t help but sniff in and out. Is this really the first time Toge Inumaki hugged you for more than 10 seconds? It definitely is hard to let him go again.
“I believe in you, (y/n).”
Did he…Did he just speak?
“Toge…”, you breathe out, watching as his smile grows even wider.
With a last wave, he is gone in the darkness of the night, leaving you standing in the middle of your room on your own with your feelings scattered all over the place. Toge Inumaki just hugged you. No, Toge INumaki just spoke. He told you that he believes in you.
“How am I supposed to sleep now?”, you mumble to yourself.
Fushiguro Megumi
Your eyes snap open in an instant, ice cold sweat running down your face. Where are you? Is it over? You…
You breathe out. It was a nightmare. Again.
“Fuck”, you hiss to yourself while rubbing your aching head.
Why do you have to get haunted by these horrible nightmares, when will it finally stop? Even Gojo-sensei seems to be clueless about your condition, about what keeps you up each and every night.
But you know something that will help you to get through this night. Or rather someone.
Your bare feet stick to the wooden floor ever so slightly while you wander through the dark hallways on your way to his doorstep. Is he even awake? Maybe he won’t open the door at all.
Little do you know that Megumi sits in his bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the door knob in sheer excitement for your return into his arms. He knows it doesn’t mean much to you and at the beginning, it didn’t mean anything to him either. You just came into his room from time to time, searching for comfort in his hug to chase your nightmares away. And since you were friends, Megumi had nothing against stroking your head gently and wrapping his arms around you.
But something seems different now. Something about the sensation of you visiting him late at night sends shivers down his spine, your moonlit features let his heart hammer against his ribcage. It’s like he wants to hold you even closer, wants your breath to brush against his face. Why does it dawn to him how delicate your curves look and how soft your hair feels? There is no use in denying it, no sense in fighting against the obvious.
Megumi Fushiguro has fallen hopelessly in love with you.
The knocks against his wooden floor send him to his door straight away, opening it before you’re able to think twice.
“Oh, I didn’t knew you were still awake, Fushiguro”, you mutter into the darkness.
God, how much he hates the fact that you always call him by his last name. What would he give to hear his name out of your mouth once?
“What do you want here, (y/n)?”
His voice sounds harsher than anticipated while it takes all his strength to not swallow you in his arms immediately.
“I had a bad dream again…”
The vulnerable tone of your voice kills him from the inside. Without saying another word, he steps aside, allows you to enter his dorm without hesitation. You position yourself on the left side of his bed like you always do, hiding yourself in his already warm sheets. Without hesitation, he crawls back into his bed, inviting you into his arms with a long breath.
You smell as good as you always do. Why did it take him so long to realize that you smell absolutely intoxicating, that the mixture of your shampoo, body scent and perfume is addictive? Maybe he should tell you about the way he feels, finally confess how you make his heart beat out of his chest. But how would you react?
Would you…reject him? For all these years of knowing each other, you were never more than friends. Good buddies, pals, but not more than that. None of you ever crossed the line of plain cuddling each other to sleep. Not once did your lips brush over his, not once did your hands move further than his chest. Would you even love him back?
“Come on, you have to have a crush (y/n)! Is it Chris Pine, Tom Holland? Are you more into Korean guys?”, Nobara inquired over and over.
You just rolled your eyes with a playful grin, almost making Megumi fall out of his chair next to Yuji.
“I don’t have a crush on anyone. I’m perfectly fine by myself”, you insisted.
“I like tall woman with a big ass”, Yuji interrupted out of nowhere, gaining a punch in his face by Nobara.
That was it, the first time he noticed something strange. The way his heart suddenly grew heavier than metal, sunk into his chest, took his breath away. He was hurt by your words. Megumi Fushiguro was hurt by the stinging fact that you didn’t say his name like he secretly hoped for, that your eyes didn’t even flinch towards him for the split of a second.
“Hey, are you alright? Why did you tense up like that?”, you mutter against his chest while drawing circles onto his t-shirt with your delicate fingertip.
“Oh, it’s nothing for you to worry about”, he lies into this tender night.
He presses you against his own body a little tighter, watches how your eyes grow heavy with every passing minute that you listen to his steady heartbeat. This shouldn’t mean more to him than comforting an old friend, it shouldn’t make his heart flutter and palms sweaty. But the soft snores leaving your mouth sound oh so lovely, the way your eyes move behind closed lids makes his heart skip a beat. You have to be the most precious creature on this earth, so valuable that he never wants to let you go again.
Until he has in the morning. Until you return back into his arms when nightmares keep you up another night.
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muse? pt. 4
pairing: kang haerin x fem newjeans!reader
summary: getting a new member way long after debut and before a comeback isn't really the best idea to haerin
category: enemies-to-lovers (?), kpop idol au
genre: slow burn, angst, and fluff
warnings: a bit frustrating and A LOT of jealousy
a/n: i appreciate all the love muse has gotten so far! tysm everyone :)
With a small sigh, you proceed to walk into the dressing room, following your hair and makeup stylists. Seeing the fellow '06 liner, you can't help but to already roll your eyes knowing she's probably going to say some remark to you.
"I would think you've gotten lost or something." Haerin immediately starts upon seeing you at the doorway.
Huddling the already soaked towel around your frame, you can't help but chatter your teeth. "I think I'm knowing my way around this building since we were here pretty early."
"Hmm. Good for you." Haerin shuts her eyes for the makeup artist to do her eye makeup.
You can't help but to let out another very obvious eye roll at the other.
"Y/N-shi, inside the changing room, there's a new outfit for you to change into." Your makeup stylist says, handing you another warm towel to which you immediately reach out for.
You bow at the older lady, thanking her with a smile before disappearing off into the changing room.
Haerin watches through the mirror, the door closing. She's still thinking about how there was a glowing energy around you, you're a different vibe when it comes to work.
However, Haerin will never admit that. Never in her life.
"Y/N-shi did amazing today." Haerin's stylist starts to talk to the other stylist. "I was so amazed at how well she grasped the cameras!"
"She used to be in a pre-debut show with other SM trainees." The other said, getting your seat ready and making it comfortable for you. "I heard that Min Hee-Jin wanted to bring Y/N with her after leaving SM but the other upper people didn't let her."
Haerin goes on her phone, pretending to not "care" about whatever the two pretty unnies are gossiping about.
"Really?!"
"Yes! She practically grew up in Min Hee-Jin's arms." The other explains, looking over and making sure each makeup product is sitting on the makeup table. "Apparently, not only did she grew up in Min Hee-Jin's arms but also in Yoo Young Jin's arms, he only trains the special trainees."
The cat-like female controls herself from rolling her eyes; yet again. Everyone is praising you for being this special star but why has Haerin not seen it yet? This supposed star that Min Hee-Jin went through lengths of bringing over here messes up the easiest part of the choreography?
Haerin doesn't get it; she really doesn't.
It pisses her off even more.
And because it pisses her off, something in her is intrigued by you.
"Unnie?" You call out from the changing room.
Haerin's stylist cannot help but to let out a small 'awe' at the tone of your voice.
"Yes, Y/N-shi?" Your stylist responds, coming over to stand in front of the changing room. "Is everything okay?"
You immediately panic at that statement, looking over in the mirror at the small rip in your dress. Only the second day of being in the group and you've already ruined a dress.
"Something happened to the dress."
"What's wrong?"
You opened the door slowly, peeking your head out with a derpy smile. "There's a rip in the dress."
"Let me see?"
With some shyness in the steps of your feet, you walk out the changing room.
Haerin almost feels her breath hitch at the sight of you in the mirror, her eyes looked at you, trailing from head to toe. Somehow, just somehow you manage to look stunning with wet hair and the "ripped" dress.
Wow.
This doesn't get past the pretty unnie who just finished up the last final touches of both Haerin's hair and makeup. She lets out a silent giggle at how cute the two groupmates are.
"Hmm, we don't have any backup dresses but..I think we can work with this somehow." Your stylist thinks, rushing out the room.
"Haerin-shi, take care of Y/N-shi. We'll be right back shortly." Haerin's stylist says before shortly following the other out in need of aid.
The feline-like female sighs once again. "You cause trouble everywhere you go."
"Here we go again.." You shake your head in astonishment, genuinely surprised at how someone could ruin the mood SO FAST. "Let me give you a word of advice. you should change your personality. no one would ever like someone who’s fussy and sensitive.”
Haerin snaps her head to turn at you. “I won’t ever ask you to like me, so don’t worry.”
“Who says I'm worried? Stick close to your words, Haerin."
Haerin could only stare back at you, blinking blankly. She opens her mouth to say something but nothing ends up coming out of her mouth. She lets out a huff silently before turning back around and paying attention to her phone.
"Always trying to start something." You grumble under your tone, which does NOT go pass the cat-eyed female.
Haerin is starting to feel ticked off.
First, she had to wake up early in the morning to do a reshoot for the album (keep in mind that these photos were taken a couple months ago). Second, as if the company wanted to torture her enough, she got assigned with you for the duo shoots (which wasn't even a thing til now because of six members). Lastly, you just LOVE to mumble stuff knowing that she can hear.
Before Haerin could say anything, the two stylists enter the dressing room with various of ribbons and different fabrics to layer over the slight tear.
"Y/N-shi, you can help in the decision of which one looks well with the dress."
The cat-eyed female is a bit curious, so she constantly darts her pupils back and fourth with the screen of her phone and the reflection of you and the two pretty older ladies through the mirror. And somehow, Haerin's eyes focuses on you more than her phone.
Your stylist holds up a pretty piece of pale pink lace and Haerin feels her throat dry up in the back at how pretty the pink looks against you.
"Haerin-shi, what do you think?" Haerin's stylist questions, smiling a bit too wide.
You look up at your group mate in anticipation on what she'll say.
"It's pretty."
The oldest member watches the couple shoot between Haerin and you with her arms crossed in dissatisfaction. Anyone could tell that Haerin and you don't get along like the others.
"Haerin-shi, could we have you whispering something in Y/N-shi's ears? Like you're telling her a secret only for the two of you." The director suggests, hoping the shot will turn out beautiful like the how the others did.
You can't help but to feel a sense of electricity at how close the two of you are.
Haerin fights her eye roll back, scooting a bit more closer towards you and she holds up her hand besides your ear. She slowly moves her face to your ear, she's a bit nervous and uncomfortable with how close this is.
"Y/N-shi, could you tilt your head towards Haerin-shi a bit more?"
Listening to the directions given to you, you move a bit too close but a butterfly leads you to move a bit too far to where Haerin accidentally kisses your cheek. Both girls turn pink at the sudden contact, looking shy afterwards.
What just happened?
However, this shot comes out perfect.
Minji smiles in satisfaction, pushing down the bitter taste in the back of her mouth.
"No fair!" Hanni protests, sitting down on the picnic blanket in a tantrum-like manner as she watches with envy at Haerin and you.
Danielle could only pat the back of her group mate while she too holds back the bitter taste in the back of her throat with a pout.
Hyein can only shake her head at the way the others are acting. "They are so down bad."
Both Haerin and you pull apart immediately after the accidental kiss.
"S-sorry." You apologize, playing with the grass in your hands while looking down to avoid looking at her.
She clears her throat, rubbing the back of her nape in embarrassment. "It's whatever."
Another shot came out perfect.
"They're naturals at this." Your manager views the photos, impressed with how they're looking so far.
The director and staff all nod in agreement at how the two of you look so perfectly paired up.
"There's something in your hair." Haerin points out, prompting you to look up as you brush your hand through your hair. "No, it's there. Careful, you might take off your headpiece."
"Here?"
The feline-like female lets out a small silent laugh, bringing her hand up to fix the falling elf-ears. Fixing your hair afterwards.
"Thanks."
She hums in response.
"Oh! Haerin is so going to get it for trying to get to MY woman!" Hanni fists the blanket in her hand in frustration.
Being in the van close to midnight is a nightmare for the girls. All they want to do is eat and go to bed. Yet, here they are. Stuck in traffic on the busiest road in Seoul.
"Unnie, I'm so hungry." Hyein whines to Danielle, laying her head down on the older's shoulders.
Danielle could only pat the youngest's head to console her. "We'll be home soon."
Haerin looks from the rear view's mirror of the van from her seat, noticing you asleep. Minji, being the oldest she is, besides you as she keeps trying to protect your head from falling into the windows.
Wait; did she just put your head on her shoulders?
"OMG NO!" Hanni whisper-shouts, looking at her ex-roommate in frustration. "Minji is making moves on MY Y/N."
There goes the Vietnamese's delusions again. Haerin wants to just roll her eyes at the way Hanni keeps claiming you as hers. Since when were you a property?
"She sleeps so peacefully." Danielle softly speaks, looking over at you with pureness in her eyes. Oh, how she wishes you were the one laying on her shoulder.
Hyein fights back a giggle at the way everyone is acting.
"She's my roommate at the end of the day." Haerin flatly says, inserting her headphones in to not get bothered and bombarded questions about why she just said that.
Haerin doesn't know either.
Why does she feel the need to tell everyone that you're her roommate? Like why did she even bring it up?
Resting her head against the window, the cat-eyed girl couldn't help but to let her mind flashback to the accidental kiss. Her lips softly grazing against the plumpness of your cheeks. Haerin brings her fingers to her lips again and she can't help but to smile a little over the moment from earlier.
Realization seeps in and her smile drops, eyes blank as she returns back to her usual expression and shuts her eyes. Drowning herself in the music coming from her headphones and traveling into her ears. (in the back of her mind; she doesn't know why her stomach is feeling funny).
"I think Haerin thinks Y/N is cute." Hyein smiles at the others, gulping nervously at the three girls' expressions.
The bang-haired girl waves her hand, brushing it off. "Yeah right."
"No. I'm being serious." The youngest defends her case. "She just doesn't know it yet herself."
The oldest of the bunch shrugs carefully, not wanting to wake you up. "It's only been the 2nd day, who knows?"
"Come on~ everyone knows Y/N is quite cute." Danielle says, understanding Haerin. "And Haerin does like pretty girls."
Hanni rolls her eyes, covering her ears with her hands. "Stop. Stop. Stop. She's my pretty girl, though."
Hyein sarcastically shakes her head while sighing. "Y/N unnie is actually mines, so..."
The other three could only look at her, assuming that it may be a part of puberty.
Pacing back in and out of the shared bathroom in the room, Haerin wonders if she should wake you up to freshen up. Each time she walks out the bathroom, she's met with you peacefully sleeping and she doesn't dare wake you up with how content you look in your bed.
BUT, there's practice tomorrow! If anything, Haerin would not want you messing up tomorrow. AT ALL.
With full decision in her mind, she strides towards your sleeping figure.
"Hey. Wake up." She taps on your shoulder repeatedly. "We have practice tomorrow."
Opening your eyes tiredly, you're met with your member peering over you. And somehow in the dim light of the bedroom, she looks somehow angelic and not annoying like the past day. If only she looked like this all the time, perhaps you would be able to tolerate the introverted member.
Haerin's eyes widen at the sudden eye contact you and her both made, backing away.
"It's 2 in the morning, I figure you'd want to wash up before going back to bed." She rubs the back of her nape, looking at the ground. "We have practice tomorrow."
Letting out a small incoherent noise, ultimately, you listen to your roommate and sit up from the bed. "Thanks."
"You need to get better at knowing the schedules." The other states, walking back to her side of the room. "I may be your member but it's up to you whether you want this spot on the team or not."
Too out of energy to defend yourself, you let out a nod before vanishing into the bathroom. Leaving Haerin wondering why you didn't argue back with her.
Could everything be okay with you? Perhaps, was Haerin a bit mean to you? Not that she cared or anything.
She was only just warning her; she has no idea why you would be upset by her words. The cat-eyed girl shakes her head to forget all about it and keep her mind CLEAR from you. She DOES NOT want you to be the last thought in her head before going to bed.
That sounds like a definite nightmare.
Charging her phone, she places it on the bedside table before drowning herself into her covers. Shutting her eyes to get some rest for tomorrow's day, your face suddenly pops up.
The raven-haired female immediately opens her eyes in a frantic state. What the hell? She sits up, trying to process what just happened. Alarmed and frightened, she gets out of bed to walk out to the kitchen for some air.
Grabbing some water from the fridge, Haerin could only chug it down in hopes of being able to sleep and it was all just a fragment of imagination because she was EXTREMELY drained and over-worked.
"Rin?" Jihye comes walking down the halls to a rare sight of Haerin. "Everything alright?"
Haerin shuts the fridge, smiling at her best friend to not worry her. "Of course."
"How's Y/N? Is she sleeping well?" The Australian asks, walking over to grab a cup of milk. "I hope she's not too exhausted, she just got here and she's getting into all these schedules all of a sudden."
The other could only roll her eyes, agitated at how other other girls are worrying about you. After all, you're her roommate not THEIRS. So why does it matter that you end up being on her best friend's mind at the end of the night.
"After the concept photos, I think I saw her in a new light." Jihye shyly confesses, looking down at the cup of milk with a soft smile. "She's just so fresh, I don't know how to describe it."
"Do you have a crush on her or something?"
The curly-haired couldn't help but to giggle lightly. "Of course not."
That was the biggest lie Jihye could've ever said.
"Good."
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the lakes (8) // finnick odair x f. reader
summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.
previous part / next part
prequel
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warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, manipulation of someone's feelings, drinking away problems, mental illness, mentions of suicidal ideations, savior complex Finnick and reader, codependent relationship, allusions to trafficking and forced sexualization of body, mentions of death/violence happening to children, unedited, no use of y/n, arguments, self-hate, self-doubt, a love triangle that really isn't a love triangle
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“Oh, you look so beautiful." Cambrie was crying, actually crying. Standing behind you in the mirror, staring the the gorgeous dress she'd designed. You wanted to cry too because even if she'd always treated you more like a doll than a living, breathing person it did hurt to know you'd never see her familiar presence again.
“You did an amazing job, Cambrie, it reminds me of home." Truthfully the dresses shimmery deep blue did make you think of the waters of home and the seaweed and pearl based jewelry was a nice touch. Of course it was a too low cut for your liking and regardless of the colors would be completely translucent if the light hit it right, it was stunning.
“You really think so?" Her eyes were full of tears and you nodded your head turning to hug her.
“Yes, thank you." It pained you too think about how even if she never treated you fully human she would still be deeply hurt by your death. Her favorite muse.
“I don't know who I'm going to model my designs off of anymore, unless you come back or course, but you make it so easy." Of course she had ulterior motives, but it was somewhat amusing to hear her problems when yours were so much more lethal. She pulled away from you, “I wanted to go more bridal, but President Snow wanted Katniss wearing her wedding dress, so we're going to go for the more subtle route.”
It wasn't subtle in the slightest, a similarly shimmering, translucent veil was in your hair although not covering your face and adorned with sea thrift. Your arms had bouquet-like bracelets of yarrow, lavender, and sea oats from your shoulders down to your wrists. Then there were the sandals covered in pearls and seashells, if it hadn't been purposefully forced to be more sensual you would have genuinely loved it. More of a “natural" makeup look had been preferred to create the essence of more of a sweet mermaid than a sultry, seductive siren.
Suddenly you could feel the tears threatening to pour over, “I wish you would have been able to just design my wedding dress with normal circumstances. Thank you for this.”
"Oh you're such a sweetheart, I can't fathom how they could do this again to such a sweet girl. Everyone loves you, there's so much outrage. You'll certainly have lots of sponsors.” She cupped your face, shaking her head sadly. "We'd best be on our way.” She sighed, leading you out of the room for the last time.
There all the tributes stood waiting in their line, Katniss was already waiting in her wedding gown. She caught you staring at the dress, "Snow made me wear it.”
"Make him pay for it.” Johanna remarked ok the side, in another one of the tree related get ups her designer has such an attachment too. She looked you up and down,"Even in death they just can't leave you alone?” It was true, you were basically naked if people were staring at the way the colors caught the light.
“Just making sure to squeeze out every last drop before I go." One last glance at the body they'd controlled before you took it back forever. Johanna scoffed.
“Make him pay for that too." You took your place in the line next to Finnick, whose shirt was heavily unbuttoned.
“Is this our own wedding get-up?" He asked, arm sliding around your waist. You hummed a yes as you pecked at his lips.
“Do you like it?" You asked, hand playing with his sleeve.
“You look stunning. Do you like it, would it be your top contender when I finally get you that real dress?" He asked, a loving grin adorning his face.
“Maybe, if it wasn't so see-through. Reminds me of home though.” Finnick nodded in agreement.
“Look like you came straight from the moonlit waters, angel." You rested into his warm arms which were a godsend when the fabric did even less to protect you from the chill in the air. Cashmere and Gloss both proclaimed how difficult it would be to let go of their friends from the Capitol. How they were all like brothers and sisters to them, trying to further manipulate the audience's feelings into somehow getting them to prevent the games. Snow would never let that happen, but taking a shot at it couldn't hurt. Enobaria and Brutus both acted like it was a normal game, with just as much intensity as they had the first round. Wiress was rambling on and on, sometimes coherently, but the audience simply laughed like it were some huge joke about how unstable she was. Beetee’s rationalization took hold, talking about all he had done, all he'd offered to the Capitol, and questioned how legal this type of Quarter Quell was, couldn't it just be unwritten since it would have such a negative effect? Finnick rubbed circles on your arm as you nervously tapped your foot. “You've got this, my love." He reassured you as you were lead to wait off stage.
“Our very own Capitol Princess!” Caesar Flickerman’s voice blared and you put on your most charming smile to enter as he said your name. Waving at the audience, blowing kisses. The cheering soon calmed down and he turned to look at you, “Now, I think we're all a little bit upset with you and your husband. Aren't we?" The audience gave out enthusiastics agreements.
“I'm sorry!" You giggled, breathily. “We didn't want to take away attention from the star-crossed lovers."
“Oh we have enough love for the both of you!" The audience cheered in agreement.
You looked out at the crowd, “And we love you! It breaks my heart to know we won't get to share our journey with you." The tears that wanted to spill about other things you willed to appear now.
“So a secret marriage? How did that come about?" Caesar asked after the ooh’s and aww’s had quieted.
“We just knew that if we were going to die in the arena, we needed to be one with each other, and the waters." The first tears began to roll, “Now that we know we can't ever again have those moments. Especially to share them all with you." You could vaguely see tears on obscured faces and you knew it was working. "We'd been quietly planning how we'd get engaged in front of all of you, but when the Quarter Quell announcement came it just couldn't wait. So now we can't do the dress, and the wedding, and the house decorating, and the kids with all of you.” Wiping away the tears falling down.
"We'll certainly mourn that just as much, won't we?” The crowd boomed with agreement and cries. "One more thing, last time you were here you were also going into the arena with a romance, now it's happening all over again, does that add to the emotions we’re feeling tonight? The idea that if you win you'll have lost another love?”
Your tears glistened under the lights as you nodded, "All I have to say about that Caesar is that I have no intentions of leaving that arena if I can't be with him. We are one and I couldn't bear to live my life without knowing I'd see him everyday. This hurts so bad because I know it'll be my last time seeing all of your kind faces.” By now the audience was sobbing and suddenly the tears began feeling real, creeping up on you.
Caesar nodded solemnly, “And we'll be sorry to see you go. Ever romantic, our Capitol Princess!" Tears were blinding you and it was difficult to find your way to the pedestals where the other tributes were standing. Suddenly your face was being held and honey tasting lips were on yours, Finnick. You could hear the audience cooing and crying, he wiped the tears once he pulled away and led you to where you needed to stand.
"Sorry, Ceaser I couldn't help myself." His warm voice filled the room, his gorgeous smile being zoomed in on by the cameras.
“Oh no worries! Making ever the entrance, Capitol darling Finnick Odair!" The audience let out a resounding cheer for him. “Finnick, can I be honest?"
“Of course, Caesar." That gorgeous, sunshine smile rested on his face and it was no wonder it left the Capitol citizens swooning for more.
“I don't know what we're going to do if you don't come back. Right?” The audience loudly agreed and Finnick chuckled. "I mean you've been such a favorite, both of you have, and the world will not be the same without it.” How ironic, if it would be so painful then they really should make more of an effort to put a stop to it, but they wouldn't.
"I'm very sorry about that Ceaser, but my hands are tied. If we could, we would spend every moment with all of you, we're so grateful for your love.” A bold-faced lie, every party to keep up appearances, each call from the Capitol was far more draining then just spending a peaceful day together which could be endless.
“We wish you could too. Being married in the arena, how's that going to work? I mean we've heard from her that there's no grand plan for her to come back, but I assume as the husband you might have something to say about that?" This elicited a laugh from the audience and Finnick nodded.
“Well certainly, Caesar, what kind of husband would I be if I let her have her way in that? I will say, my love, you have my heart for all eternity, and if I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips.” You were sick, honestly nauseated with grief. This was so unfair, you'd tried not to think about it, but in just over 12 hours you'd be forced back into the arena and risk losing each other.
"We wish you the best luck with that." People were weeping in the audience and Finnick's face had become so sober that it was jarring how naturally it fell back into an easy smile. “That's Finnick Odair, Capitol darling." Soon he was right beside you on the podium, kissing you again for the audience to be giddy with joy, but also hearts ruptured for the lovers torn apart for only the first time of the night. You could taste your salty tears mixing with the honeycomb of his lips before he pulled away, giving another grin to the audience.
His hand stayed intertwined with yours, but something wasn't quite right about his demeanor. Even if physically he kept up the same presence as always you could feel the shift in his aura, in his touch. He was upset, but not in the way you were. You couldn't stop yourself from continually glancing over at him, silently trying to get his attention so you could see what was wrong. Squeezing his hand with yours to try and get a response when he finally did meet your eyes it hit you that the look was disappointment, dread and when you shot a quizzical look back he looked like he was going to cry as he put his focus back on the stage.
You were stuck in your own head no, had it been something you said? Did? It was all for the performance which he had to know. Your foot was tapping and you were zoning out of the interviews until all the sudden the audience was shrieking. Katniss’ wedding dress disappeared in clouds of black smoke and when they disappeared the dress had transformed. Upon lifting her arms you could see what it was, a mockingjay. A public symbol of the rebellion, Caesar was trying to cover, but the cameras already would have caught it.
One more interview before the night would be over and you'd wait to be shipped back off to the arena where certain death awaited you. Charming Peeta insisted that he and Katniss too had a secret wedding to have the traditions of District 12. The audience ate each crumb he gave right out of his hands when suddenly he made the world stop, “If it weren't for the baby." Shock, outrage filled the room. All of these people who'd been fine watching children fight to the death and suffer after they won for personal entertainment couldn't stand the fact that Katniss could be pregnant. The irony of it all, how smart Peeta had been on his feet made it hard for you to suppress the smile. As Caesar desperately tried to do damage control once again you noticed how everyone of the tribute's hands began linking, placing your free hand in Beetee’s who bobbed his head before holding Wiress’. Hands joined, you lifted them above your head increasing the audience's screams and Caesar was yelling for lights to be turned off, all this did was illuminate your figures in the low lights.
Then you were being filed off of the pedestals and to the hallway. You instantly met eyes with Haymitch, holding some glass filled with some type of drink. You didn't say a word to him before taking it from his hand to take a drink.
“Dealing with pre-game jitters with alcohol really seems like a great idea." He said sardonically, scoffing. He didn't try and grab the drink back though even when you scowled at him. Right when you'd taken another drink of the bubbly liquid it was Finnick who took the drink from your hand, handing it back to Haymitch. "What? Trouble in paradise?” He took a drink too.
“Just need you to be rational instead of hungover in the morning.” Finnick muttered, he was angry at something, that much was obvious.
Haymitch took something off of his wrist and handed it to Finnick, “Show her this and she'll realize I gave it to you, since she won't ally with you of her own accord." It was a gold bangle and Finnick nodded as he slid it on his wrist. They were whispering something to each other and you pulled away to an Avox holding a tray of more bubbly drinks nearby. Grabbing one you nodded a thank you, swallowing it down as fast as you could before Finnick had grabbed it again, looking at you sternly.
“I'm not going to be hungover.” You rolled your eyes and he handed the second, nearly empty glass to Haymitch as well.
"Well you don't exactly make great decisions for yourself.” You rolled your eyes at him as he ran his fingers through his curls.
"What's your problem? I made them sympathetic, I did what I was supposed to!” You couldn't fathom why that would upset him, it was a performance and he did the same thing.
"You have a death wish, that's the problem, I'm not letting you die for me!” You stared into his gorgeous sea-green eyes and scoffed before turning around to walk straight back to your floor.
"Thank you, Haymitch.” You heard Finnick say before he was following you to the elevator.
"You're really gonna argue with me about what I said in the interview right before we head back into the arena?" You pressed the cold buttons before crossing your arms, refusing to look at him.
“When this started I begged you to talk to me, to stop punishing yourself for whatever you did six years ago to survive, but you still are. You didn't say anything until right before we headed back into the arena, informing the world all about how you plan to die in there.” The elevator opened and he stepped in as you followed.
“I don't plan too, I just expect it. I'm not going to keep going if you die."
“Yes, you are, Annie needs you, Mags needs you." He pointed to the bangle quickly to put off anyone who could be listening in, “Needs you. This insistence that you're going to die is ridiculous, angel, I'm not going to let you.”
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You stood backstage with Conway, having to consciously force your leg to stay still, to not keep tapping as you waited to do on stage. The air was chilly which wasn't helped by the thin material of your dress, it's low-cut, or the huge slit in it's side at least Conway got to be in a suit. Your eyes were glued to the screen where the male tribute from District 3 had just begun his interview.
“Now, how old are you?" Caesar asked, the boy was small, he couldn't be that old, it looked like the seat was going to swallow him whole.
“Thirteen." His voice was shaky and your ears started ringing. How were you supposed to do this, that was a child, a tiny kid whose family was sitting back home watching their baby boy be shipped off to certain death. You could feel the tears approaching and your breathing getting more shallow. Cold hands were suddenly on yours.
“Are you okay?" Conway asked, as you began to hyperventilate.
“I can't do this." You whispered out as the first tears began falling, “That's a little boy, I can't-"
“I get it." Conway reassured, his big, brown eyes trying to comfort you. “You've got this though, you can't do anything about him being here, but you can make a good impression with the audience. We have to focus on that no matter how screwed up you feel like it is. Go up there and do what you have to do.” What you have to do, charm them, be sweet, and pretty, but a little mysterious. Finnick had all types of angles for you. You gave a final look back at Conway who tried to give a reassuring smile, but you could tell he was bothered too. Caesar's booming voice called your name and you stepped out into the bright lights of the stage. Beaming for the audience, waving, giggling at their cheers.
“I have to say, everyone was blown away with how charming you seemed at the tribute parade, but then that training score came out. How did you do that?" Caesar asked as the two of you sat down, the audience murmuring in agreement.
“Well, Caesar, a lady has to have some secrets for herself." You made your laugh airy and winked at the laughing audience. “I have to save some things for the show, don't I?"
Caesar nodded, laughing along. "Of course! You know when I saw your face at the reaping I couldn't help but feel like I recognized you from somewhere, did anyone else feel that way?” The audience cheered out agreements and your stomach knotted. What was he talking about? You certainly didn't know how they knew you. "I mean this was literally keeping me up at night.”
You leaned forward, the dress putting a little too much on display, but you persisted. "Well do tell.”
"Months ago we were doing a catch up piece of Finnick Odair and you were in some of it, very briefly, but you were.” The audience was wild, they adored Finnick and loved any type of connection. Your stomach clenched, how were you supposed to seem in love with Conway when this was being chosen for you.
You blushed, “Oh yes, Caesar! I didn't imagine anyone would remember that!"
"Well we did and we love it!” He proclaimed and the audience agreed. "So tell me, just between us-” The audience laughed and you did too. "Are you and a certain victor pining for your return to tell us all some very exciting news?” You shook your head slowly, trying not to look as embarrassed as you felt. “No? I don't believe that, look at you, charming and obviously extremely talented. There was definitely something going on when that program came out, not anymore?" Time was running out and this was not going the way you planned.
So new plan, “No, Ceasar.” Your voice was light and sounded shaky on purpose. You shook your head.
"Oh, so this is a tale of heartbreak?” He asked and the audience cooed. "Well if you win, he'll have to take you back won't he? I'm sure we won't let up until he does!” He laughed and the crowd seemed to agree with him.
“I'm afraid it's much more complicated than that." You smoothed out your dress even if it needed no smoothing.
"Oh! Is there another man as well, we live for the drama!” You nodded slowly.
"Yes and I'm afraid winning won't help me in either case.” You were alluding and there was only a few seconds left. Caesar stood up.
"Well now you have to win this thing, so we can all know about this tale of romance. It's going to be keeping me on the edge of my seat!"
“And I'd love to share it with all of you." You let a few tears fall as you blew a kiss out to the audience who adored it. The two of you bowed as you walked off the stage. Heart pounding rapidly as you were escorted out to the hall where Finnick, Ondine, and your designer Cambrie stood.
“Oh you looked divine!" Cambrie announced, hands on your shoulders. “All of my friends are going to want to sponsor you, I'm certain you'll be the talk of Panem, leaving us on a cliffhanger like that!" She was basically shrieking in joy when she got distracted by some hors d'oeuvres an Avox was holding.
You buried your head in your hands as Finnick approached, “I didn't know they were going to side swipe you like that. It could be good for your image though." You were now hyper aware of the eyes on the both of you even if technically he was your mentor just giving you advice.
“Could be bad for that, unless he picked up what I was putting down." You pointed at the screen where Conway sat with Caesar.
“So Conway, I'm sure all of us were very impressed by your training score, a big, strong man like you, what's your strategy?" Caesar asked and the audience made comments under their breath, acting as if they were also part of the conversation.
“Let's just say I know what I'm up against and am confident in the people I've decided to trust." Looking at him made you see flashes of your childhood, of him crabbing with your family as kids, hair billowing in the wind as he made sure you didn't slip on the water covering the boat’s deck.
Caesar nodded, “Well alright, making us wait for tomorrow as well?"
Conway smiled that kind, loving smile he gave everyone, “I guess you could say that.”
"Now everyone is dying to know if you have a special girl back home, I mean you’re a good looking guy and even girls in the Capitol are swooning.”
"Well, it's a lot more complicated than that, Caesar.” Conway and his boyish charm was sure to bring in more sponsors as well. Caesar took a second, looking at Conway and the audience with as much drama as he could, like he was slowly connecting the dots.
“You're not saying what I think you're saying are you?" He asked and the crowd screamed in agreement, eating it up.
Conway adjusted his shirt collar, “Regretfully, I might be."
“Well isn't this straight out of a fairytale." A dark, corrupted one if that. “That sure complicates things doesn't it?"
Conway nodded, “Yes."
“You're certainly going to be keeping all of us on our toes, a love triangle. Well I certainly wish you the best of luck in your endeavors." Caesar laughed. What luck? Only one ‘choice’ would be alive if you won.
“Thank you, Caesar. All I can say is even if it's doomed, hopefully she doesn't pick the one who already broke her heart.” Even if it wasn't meant that way to you it felt threatening, hopefully you didn't or he'd be forced to kill you? You honestly had no idea what the best outcome was, maybe him asking you to take care of his family before sacrificing himself? But now you were overtly aware that you not only had him observing you, but all of Panem desperately wanting to know where you would land.
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You were laying on the bed, hands covering your face as Finnick went on and on about how self-destructive you were. Maybe he was right, but you didn't see why it mattered. It's not like you were going to do anything intentional, you'd just do what you could to get Katniss out of the arena alive and be with Finnick.
“How are we supposed to do this if you don't believe you can survive?” He was pacing the room,"The moment that gong rings you need to come find me, I need my eyes on you.”
"I will, Finnick! But you need to focus on other things too.” You defended, sighing.
"How am I supposed to do that when the person I love the most is a danger to herself?” He stopped moving for a moment to stare at you, even with your face hidden in your hands you could feel his eyes burning into you.
You finally moved your hands,"I'm not! I just want to go to sleep, Finnick, can't we just rest?"
“We can sleep when I can rest well knowing you're not going to make impulsive decisions or give up if I get hurt. Don't be dependent on my life, angel, you deserve to live." You stood up only to walk to the open bathroom door and begin removing your makeup.
“I don't know what you want me to say, Finnick." He followed you and stood behind you watching you in the mirror. You were passive to his pleas, you couldn't understand why it mattered so much to him. If he died it's not like he would know if you did too and if he lived there were plenty of other women who would be glad to comfort him, plus the revolution would keep him distracted.
There was a pause as you continued with your routine before he removed the bottle from your hands and turned you to face him, he'd always been much stronger than you and there was no use trying to release yourself.
“That your life matters to you just as much as it does to me and I want you to believe it when you say it."
You sighed, “Finnick I will do whatever you tell me to do, I'll stay right by your side if you want me too. All I want is to be with you, that's all that matters to me."
He closed his eyes, exhaling shakily, “I can't believe I let us get so codependent." You watched a tear make its way down his cheek and felt you swarmed with guilt. “I can't make this better overnight no matter how badly I want to, but I do want you by me every second in that arena. Don't you dare go sacrificing yourself for someone, anyone. Angel, I can't live without you either.” His warm arms brought you to him, caught in his embrace as the guilt overwhelmed the numbness. "We're both getting out of there alive, no matter what it takes.” He whispered and although your brain told you not to believe him, to accept your fate you would trust him to the grave so you nodded your head into his shoulder.
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thank you so much for reading and all the support I've been receiving, I love you all so much and am glad you're enjoying my little thoughts. next chapter we can finally get into the games of it all, not gonna like this chapter was a lot of fun to write but took forever because I was having too many thoughts. if you enjoyed it feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments are all super appreciated. my inbox is always open! I love you all, thank you again! 💋
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Can I request Glitchy red being followed around by a Child NPC with Ice types who he defeated..and at that moment they gained sentience/snapped outta the NPC behavior and now..travels and follows him around bc they’re like “WOAHHH YOUR SO COOL!! :00 :3” and like chats up a storm and and see him as they’re idol and as a big brother figure and wants to be friends with him headcanons? He isn’t lonely anymore! :3
Awe yeah wholesome times <3
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"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"
Although it may have been humorous to the player, Glitchy Red wasn't laughing at your post-battle line at all.
Nor did he feel any sort of victory in defeating you, one of the only NPCs with a functional Pokémon battle.
You did have some high-leveled ice types for such a young trainer class, but that just reminded him of how broken this game is...and how you really weren't any different from the others.
You were merely puppeteered by scripted dialogue, standing in the same place forever as you handed him his prize: a thousand pokedollars.
Yet he didn't wanna take them. He had millions in his inventory already, but it was all useless to him.
So he tries returning them to you, insisting that you deserved it more.
But you don't even react, instead repeating that same phrase over and over again.
"Take the damn money, kid. You need it more than me."
"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"
"I swear if you say that one more time..."
"I guess that's one way to-!"
"Shut up." In a small fit of frustration, Glitchy Red takes your hand and puts the money into your palm himself, fingers curling around it as he stares intensely at you with glowing eyes.
Yet his anger quickly subsides..and he wonders why tf he thought anything would be different with you.
He's just so lonely here and wishes somebody would wake up.
But after seeing you glitch, he steps back and thinks you're gonna disappear into oblivion thanks to him.
He turns away, not wanting to see it.
However he barely takes a few steps forward before he feels something grab the back of your shirt.
And it's...your hand????
"Red, it's you!! The champion!! Oh my gosh...what happened to this place? Why is everything so weird?"
He's stunned into complete silence, taking a moment to process the fact that someone must've heard him.....because you broke free of your programming!
He doesn't know how you did it or how he could've done it, but he's shocked as he watches you heal your Pokémon, bringing out the Cloyster, Dewgong, and Lapras he just defeated.
"Everyone! This is Red, and he's the coolest!! Can you believe we had a chance to fight him???" You whisper excitedly to your team, completely aware of the tall menacing glitchy man standing next to you.
Ever since then, you've been following him around the map, but mostly in Glitch City where you saw the same anomalies as him.
Yet you weren't have a total freakout or a crisis over it like he did....as you're too busy chatting about everything you admired about him.
And even though you have sentience now, you still retained your habit of using ice-related puns
He's certain you're mistaking his achievements for the actual Red's...or the version of himself in Gold that got casted as a "final boss" NPC.
However, you didn't seem aware of that. So who was he to crush your dreams?
Especially the dreams of the only other character in this cursed world that liked him and could talk to him?
Besides, being deemed a failure by his creators and basically left to rot took a toll on him....he never thought himself worthy of praise or positive attention.
Not even the words from NPCs helped, because he knew they were all scripted lines written into the game. They were empty.
But he believes yours 100% because you're alive and truly do mean them.
You wonder why he looked so angry all the time...and when he finally tells you the reason, he's afraid you're gonna run off scared.
Yet you hug him and promise to never leave his side.
That also makes him absolutely TERRIFIED of you possibly despawning/getting corrupted from touching him...
But nothing bad happens at all.
He may have shed a few tears after hugging you back, only to hide his face with his hat after letting you go....completely denying the fact he was crying.
Although he doesn't show it, he's genuinely happy not to be alone anymore and finds living here a little more bearable.
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|i’m all yours| (dokyeom)
you've always found dokyeom's tendency to be shy around new people endearing, loving the way he tries extra hard to be friendly and upbeat. you think it's silly, of course, because you have never met a person who didn't fall in love with him the second they met him. he has no problem making a conversation flow with a stranger, although he second guesses himself every time. he's been invited to a fashion week fashion show as a brand ambassador, and he's thrilled about it. the event is finally happening, and his nerves kicked in right before we arrived. "it feels so weird without the guys here'", he kept saying. he would balance it out with saying "i'm really excited to talk to all the carat's though" with his infamous smile. you're excited for him to talk to them too, you love watching him do his thing. he's always so immensely grateful and filled with radiance.
we walk onto the carpet together, where most of the interviews and introductions take place before everyone settles in for the show. dokyeom's been fiddling with his fingers the whole car ride here, seemingly distracted and in his head. as an extrovert yourself, he's told you countless times how happy he is to have you here in moments like these, as you help him come out of his shell. he looks damn good tonight though, and he has to know it. his proportions are just right, his patterned shirt tucked into leather pants, squeezing his legs in all the right places. a puffy leather jacket sits on top of it all, pulling the look together. if he wasn't so nervous, you would have been all over him already.
he's already been greeted by a lot of people, making casual small talk and introductions. some carat's are line up on the outskirts of the carpet. dokyeom doesn't hesitate to go over to them. you watch as he interacts with them, signing their albums and taking selfies with them. he giggles softly at their jokes and talks to them as if they have been friends forever. you, of course, can still tell he's shyer than usual as you watch his body language. he blushes occasionally, feeling all the attention on him. you watch him proudly as he walks over to you after meeting with them all. when he gets to you he sighs a sigh of relief, shaking off the anxiety and collecting himself.
"you're doing so good baby" you encourage. you reach up to run your hand through his hair, but stop when you remember that it's been done and placed exactly where it should be. you bring your hand back down, saying "sorry, it's really hard for me to not do that" you admit sheepishly.
he smiles down at you, thinking about how he doesn't know what he would do if you weren't here with him.
"i know, i wish you could do it too" he states, kissing your forehead. your cheeks heat up at the act as you look up at him. once again, you are hit with his beauty. you don't know how someone could be so beautiful.
"you're so beautiful" you speak, hoping he truly understands.
he stares back down at you, watching you look up at him with doe eyes. he could melt.
"thank you, sweet girl" he smiles, butterflies in his stomach at the compliment. "but you" he says, taking one of your hands, "look absolutely stunning". he holds your hand up above your head and makes you spin around, smiling at you as you giggle at him.
and he means it, you do look absolutely stunning. your red dress hugs you everywhere it should be, flowing down to the floor with a high slit exposing your leg. if he hadn't been so nervous, he would have been all over you already.
"i am so lucky" he breathes out, more so muttering to himself, but you hear it anyway. you can't hide your smile. sometimes you don't know how you don't just combust with happiness every time you're in his presence.
eventually he's taken away from you, pulled to the side for a little interview. you stand off to the side with his manager, watching from behind the person filming. it's a simple instagram video, but the woman interviewing is doing way too much. she's gorgeous, and she knows it. she's shamelessly flirting with him, and it honestly kind of makes you laugh at first. i mean, you can't blame her. dokyeom shifts uncomfortably on his feet, feeling awkward after it goes on for a while. he stays polite and happy, answering everything straight to the point. he looks over at you briefly, shooting you a quick smile. you give him a goofy thumbs up back, making him relax. the lady doesn't give up though. she asks a question completely unrelated to the show, something about relationships and if he's single. you see him try to hold back his laugh at the nerve she has.
"actually, my wonderful girlfriend y/n is here with me tonight. i'm really happy she's here and i would be nowhere without her support" he answers honestly, smiling ear to ear. you blush as everyone around turns to look at you as hide behind his manager, making him chuckle.
the interviewer looks at you, literally eyeing you up and down. you smile at her with a sarcastic smile, one you know another women would catch immediately. you send her a quick wave, you swear she rolled her eyes. she ends the interview quickly, having no interest anymore. you have the best boyfriend ever. truly. he starts to walk back over to you, and you notice two girls checking him out as they pass. they giggle to themselves as they walk by, saying a quick hello to him. he says hi back, shooting them a smile and they walk away giggling even louder. you cross your arms and pout, noticing him walk towards you with a raised eyebrow.
"can you stop being so hot and sweet and lovely? every girl here is falling in love with you" you huff, not knowing you had the ability to be this jealous.
dokyeom chuckles softly, smiling at your words. he finds it cute, actually. you don't usually get jealous, and he would be lying if he said he didn't kind of like it. to be honest, he's been looking at you all night, still stunned by how good you look. he hasn't noticed too much of what else was going on, besides the creepy interview lady.
"is somebody jealous?" he smirks, moving in closer to you, taking advantage of this moment.
"yes, yes i am actually" you pout, still keeping your arms crossed.
he just smiles at you. he uncrosses your arms and holds your hands in his, leaving a light kiss on your pouted lips.
"i'm all yours baby, hmm?" he hums, placing a hand on the small of your back and pulling you into him until you're pressed firmly against him. he keeps a hand on your waist, rocking you both back and forth slowly.
all you can do is nod quickly, feeling shy all of a sudden at how speechless and riled up his words left you. you know your face is red hot, and you bury it into his chest before he can see. you were too late though, as he caught it right away. before the words even came out he knew you would react that way. he chuckles as you hide your face, squeezing your hip lightly.
"baby" he hums softly into your hair, trying to get you to look up.
you place your hands on his waist now, peeling your head away from the comfort of his chest. you look up at him, waiting for what he has to say.
"i love you" is what he lands on, smiling wide as he says it.
you stand up on your tip toes, pecking his lips before saying "i love you too".
#dokyeom fluff#dokyeom imagines#dokyeom x reader#seventeen#dokyeom#dokyeom fanfic#lee seokmin#svt dk#dk#svt seokmin
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Hello hope your day is ok!
I was wondering if you could write a Muriel x florist reader where when Muriel is making his once in awhile trip into vesuvia he goes past the readers shop and she gives him tulips because he looks sad and he takes them but after he's gone they forget him obv but the next time he comes into town it happens again and again until he finally gives the reader myrrh and then they remember all those times and get really embarrassed
[Your face... I know it!]
Pairing: Muriel x Florist!Reader
AN: I did this so late I'm so sorry—but here's your request! I hope you enjoy it <333 also sorry of there's any mistakes, Tumblr is being weird lately.
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It was never easy being Muriel.
Living, knowing he was a burden to his own family. Knowing he has to live with the guilt of who he killed for the rest of his life. Those memories haunted him, especially in moments like these. When everyone purposely stood far from him as he walked through the busy streets of Vesuvia.
Even in the crowded place, people still found a way to avoid him. His appearance alone struck fear in the hearts of people. And it made him... Sad? Annoyed? Want to scream out? He wasn't sure himself.
"Sir? Excuse me... Sir!" A soft voice pulled him out of the dark space in his mind. He looked to the side, a woman was calling him. How long was she doing that?
You smiled as the man finally looked at you. He didn't seem annoyed that you stopped him, thankfully. Just confused.
"Here..." Reaching into the basket you held, you pulled out a stunning orange tulip. You looked at him and then put your hand out, offering the flower.
Muriel was shocked at this. So shocked he didn't even do anything, he just stared down at the flower. Why were you being so kind and caring towards him—warily he narrowed his eyes.
"Flowers often brighten moods. Especially ones with colours like these." You glanced down at the flower in your hand before looking back into the man's eyes, "You seemed a little down... Maybe it could help."
"...Oh." His face goes pink, and he hoped the shadows casted by his cape made it hard to see.
Slowly, he reached out and took the tulip from you. Then quickly, he muttered "Thank you..." before walking faster than ever and leaving the area. It confused you, but you quickly went back to nurturing your flowers.
A week passes.
Muriel is back in Vesuvia.
Once again he roams through the busy streets and markets. It's what he's always done for the past couple years. Nothing is new.
As always, people avoid him. They're terrified of what he is, of what he can do. And many make it clear by hugging their bags and items close to them as he walks past, even though no one even knows him.
Then he reaches a familiar place. Your flower stall. He remembers it because you gave him a flower out of kindness. No one has ever done that for him. That small act never left his mind.
And when he passes by, thinking you'd simply ignore him, he's surprised when you do the exact opposite.
"Um... Sorry, sir? Sir!" He heard your voice for the second time and freezes before turning.
Again you smile at him, and again you pull out a tulip—this time a yellow one—and again you offer it to him.
"Flowers often brighten moods, you... Seemed a little down, maybe it could help?..." You hoped you didn't offend him. His intense gaze kept flickering between you and the tulip. He had almost a shocked expression on his face, but you couldn't exactly tell.
Gently, he grabbed it and uttered, "...Thank you." Before anything else could be said between you two, he left. But you failed to see the tiny traces of a smile on his lips.
Then Muriel notices the pattern.
This goes on for another two weeks. He'd take his usual route past your stall, you'd stop him and offer a tulip, and that would be the end until his next trip into Vesuvia.
It takes time, but he finally concludes and accepts that you're a person not wanting to hurt him.
"Um... Excuse me, sir?" He turns almost immediately this time, a neutral look on his face.
As expected, you smile at him and reach into your woven basket for a tulip. You really liked tulips, didn't you?
"Here... Flowers often—" "—brighten moods," Muriel unconsciously finishes the famous line for you. His eyes widen when he realises what he did and he looks to the side when your eyes go wide.
"You've um... Given me flowers before."
"I... Have?" You don't remember seeing this man before, let alone giving him your flowers. Did you forget one of your customers? A friend? Oh, now you felt bad.
"I... I'm sorry, I don't—"
You cut yourself off when the man sighs and almost hesitantly reaches into a pouch, pulling out a bundle of something. You recognise it as myrrh.
He gives it to you, and you slowly take it from him. The smell of myrrh fills your nostrils and your brain, it's delightful, but then it brings back memories.
You have seen this man before. And you gave him tulips! How could you forget?!
Your face flushes almost instantly at the embarassing fact that you didn't recognise the man you gave flowers to every week. You don't even think about how myrrh is what helped you remember him.
"I'm... Sorry." The man just nods, he himself looks flushed, "It's fine. I... liked... the flowers."
Then he actually smiles at you. It's small, but It's the first time you've seen him do so.
That makes you smile. "What's your name?"
"Muriel...".
"Well, Muriel." You offer the same tulip from earlier again, "Flowers often brighten moods, care to take one?"
At least your flowers finally brightened his mood.
#the arcana#the arcana x reader#the arcana muriel#the arcana Muriel x reader#muriel x reader#x reader#reader insert
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Buddha x reader
Torn
Anime/Manga: Shuumatsu no valkyrie
Warnings: y/n has a mental breakdown/panic attack
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Only a handful of gods voted against the destruction of humans, such as Buddha... while you've been indecisive. Watching humans destroy their own planet, burn down forests, pollute the oceans, cause species to go extinct, the list goes on and on. So as more and more Gods showed their X to vote for the destruction of humanity you stared at yours.
"I know that it's wrong but..." your voice sounds, barely above a whisper, going under on between Shivas suggestions on how to eliminate humanity as you hold up your X as well.
As a goddess of nature you've always gotten along with Buddha pretty well. Both of you cherish nature and would often meditate under the Bodhi tree. But after what happened today you were not sure how to talk to him. Deep down you were thankful that Brunhilde came up with the Ragnarok suggestion, but that didn't change your vote.
"Y/n, siding against humanity now~"
"Leave me alone Loki." you walk around the green haired trickster, just wanting to wrap your head around what just happened.
"It's always good to know where your allies are." he chuckles before leaving.
"Just perfect, just what I needed, Loki giving me advice." you groan, making your way to your room, a huge forest with a tiny lake in the middle. Once you got there you let yourself fall onto the green grass, inhaling the scent of flowers blossoming everywhere.
"Great, how will I be able to explain my decision to Buddha? You've got any ideas?" you ask a rabbit that jumps towards you. "Yeah, me neither."
"Why don't you just explain it?" a voice rings from the entry.
"Buddha!?" you shriek, sitting straight up again. "Well, you see..."
"Mhm? You're always babbling about something why are you so quiet now?" he throws a new lollipop into his mouth.
"Aren't you mad?"
"Mad? At who?"
"Are you sure you're enlightened?"
"Hey!"
"Okay forget it." you sigh, falling back into your back.
"You feel guilty don't you?"
It's less than a question than a conclusion. This guy knows you so well, better than you know yourself sometimes.
"You feel guilty about voting for humanities destruction."
but not this time...
"I know it's wrong to kill humanity, but that's not what I feel guilty about. I feel guilty because I know you would be disappointed in me."
Buddha is at a loss of words, too stunned by what you've said. "What?"
"I don't want humanity to die but I... I do. Don't you see how they treat the earth? How they destroy her? They already are destroying themselves. I can't watch this anymore."
"I agree with you, humans need to stop destroying the earth, but they don't deserve to die for it." he calmly makes your way over to you. "y/n, do you really believe that humanity should die?"
"Yes! No- I mean-" you groan, nails digging into your head. "I don't know okay! I don't want humanity to die but those who destroy the planet I wouldn't mind!"
Taking a deep breath after your outburst you retract your hands from your scalp to cover your face, rubbing it, trying to make your headache stop.
"I see." his head is lowered, you've never seen Buddha like this before. "So you're just like them."
And there it was, silent for everyone around you, and yet so loud inside your mind as you hear your heart shatter into thousands of pieces.
"Yeah, just like everybody else." you repeat, not trying to hold back the tears that are forming in your eyes. "I'm sorry for trying to protect that I love, sorry that I'm helpless because no one helps me protect the earth, sorry that I'm just trying to protect what I love!"
"I'm just trying to protect what I love as well." he responds, voice calm and distant.
"Then go ahead, protect the humans! Then let's just be enemies from now on!" your emotions clash all together as they burst out of you. Standing up you keep raising your voice until you're screaming. "Go help them destroy this planet! Destroy everything I fought for! I'm done! Leave! Just get lost and leave me alone!"
You'd breath gets stuck in your throat, regretting every word you'd screamed at him, not able to speak no more you sink onto the ground and sob heavily.
Buddha takes some steps forward, kneeling down next to you and waiting until your breath has called down.
"We can help them get on the right path again." he reasons, feeling his heart ache as he begins to see your point of view, your hurting and your desperate desire to bring harmony to nature and humans.
"How!? How Buddha!?! How!?" you cry. "Do you have any idea how often I tried that?! I've repaired the trees and the next they they burned them down! If I stop fires they start them again! Humans don't learn!" tears keep running down your cheeks.
"You've tried y/n but please give me a chance to try now. I've not helped you as I should have, so please let me do this now" he reaches out towards you, trying to cup your cheeks but you lean back, out of his reach. .
"You really think humans will listen to you?" you slap his hands away. "Look at them. They're ignorant, egoistic and superficial. And you think you can change them? All of them?"
"I can try."
"Try? Trying won't save this planet, it won't save them! Buddha, I can't... I can't take this no more it's too much. I'm far beyond my breaking point. I just want this to end, I hear the earth cry every day, every night, it drives me mad!" your body starts to shake as your hands cover your ears, making yourself as small as possible.
Not able to take this anymore he pulls you into a hug, pressing your head against his chest, one hand over your ear and the other wrapped around your back. He hoped that his calm heartbeat would be able to make your head grow silent again. After staying like this for a few minutes he slowly loosens his grip, but you stay in your position, still holding onto his top.
"y/n?"
"Buddha, please, help them." you sniff, wiping the last frees tears. "I never wanted humanity to die, I just wanted them to protect their planet."
"I know." he rests his chin on the top of your head. "I will help you. And I am sorry that I didn't help you earlier, and that I've said that you're like every other God."
"It's alright." you mumble, still feeling your heart clench as you remember those words.
"It's not. You're the only one up here actually who is trying to protect something they love besides themselves."
"You're protecting humans, you protect who you love." you answer, playing with a strain of his hair that is falling onto your shoulder.
"Not everyone, I wasn't able to protect you from getting hurt." he digs his nose into your neck, head resting on your shoulder. "I'm sorry y/n, I will protect your happiness and this planet from now on, just like I protect humanity."
"Do you have like a ranking or?"
"You didn't loose your humor, I'm relieved." he chuckles, always loving your bubbly and sarcastic personality. Seeing how unhappy you were and deeply torn his whole world scattered.
"With you I can't help myself but feel lighter."
"That's good, because I don't plan on living without you." he plants a small kiss on you neck before nuzzling his nose against your skin again.
"Me neither. Let's find a solution together." your take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers and kiss the back of his hand. "Sorry for yelling at you earlier, and thank you for calming me down, also for being there for me."
"I will try my best." he hums in response. For the rest of the day neither of you has said a word, you just enjoyed the silence and comfort the other gave you. There were no words needed to understand that you both just bonded on a deeper level as you have ever been before.
#record of ragnarok#Ror#Snv#Shuumatsu no valkyrie#Buddha#Buddha x reader#Ror Buddha x reader#Snv Buddha x reader
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Okay so thank you for the detailed answers for my ask! It was amazing! I loved everything about it…but now I need to ask, what about an S/O that was isakai’d for Red Son? Our favorite flame boi?
- OKAY BUT YOU STILL FALL ON TOP OF HIM BECAUSE HIS LUCK REALLY DO BE LIKE THAT AND YOURS IS TOO.
- OFFENDED AND UPSET FOR SURE, LIKE HE'S YELLING AND IS ALL: "HOW DARE YOU-" but then he sees your face and his hair is even more on FIRE than it already was, if that was possible. BUT HE'S STILL MAD AT YOU!!....WHOEVER YOU ARE.
- "JUST WAIT UNTIL I TELL MY FATHER!"/ "...And?"/ "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? RED SON OF THE DEMON BULL KING FAMILY."/ "...wait do you mean Sun as in...the sun or son as in...father and mother make a son-"/ "SON WITH AN O, PEASANT."/ "Wow. That's...thats a name. That you have."
- Literally you don't know why this guy is shouting at you and he doesn't know why either but at some point he stops yelling and then demands to know who you are and why you're here. You're only able to answer one of those questions.
- Honestly I could also see him promising to bring you home because you're oblivious to the DBK family and the power and he's all: "MY FAMILY CAN DO ANYTHING! EVEN SEND YOU BACK TO WHATEVER WORLD YOU CAME FROM."
- BRINGS YOU TO HIS PARENTS IMMEDIATELY. He thinks they'd find you interesting since you come from another world but, as always, they undermine him and dismiss him completely. You aren't sure how but you end up sitting in his room on his bed as he rants about how his parents never listen to him.
- And you kinda vibe with it honestly. Are you still terrified out of your mind because of this man? Absolutely. Does that mean you still can't interject with a: "Dude, I feel you." here and there when he talks about his parents? Yes you can. You understand that he still loves them and wants to feel like he's enough and you two end up just...talking.
- So after that jarring first day, Red Son decides to keep you and help you get home, if only to show you the might of the great Demon Bull King family and to his parents that if he can find a way to bring you to your home AND OPEN A PORTAL TO ANOTHER WORLD RIPE FOR THE TAKING, THEN THEY'LL HAVE TO TAKE HIM MORE SERIOUSLY.
- So yeah expect to be treated like a "test subject" but a test subject who he sometimes rants too about things like "noodle boy" and his parents. Also he is very protective of you and concerned over you're well being...at least thats what it sounds like when he yells at the Bull Clone Robots who walk past you or shove you when they walk in YOUR way. Like he will not tolerate any disrespect towards you.
- NOT GONNA LIE, YOU TWO START GOING OUT WHEN HE ACCIDENTALLY CALLS YOU HIS FUTURE SPOUSE. Like MK and friends are trying to "save" you from him and he gets so angry that he goes on a tantrum and then he says that and everyone is stunned to speak or move, including you, so in his seething he just grabs your hand and walks you away. He doesn't realize what he said just yet.
- HE'S SO EMBARASSED WHEN HE DOES REALIZE WHAT HE SAID and when you ask him about it, he tries to snap and change the subject but then you assure him that its fine because, well, you kinda like him too.
- His hair starts on fire again, poor kid isn't gonna be given a break.
- He still yells at you a lot in your relationship but its mostly praise and when his heart can't handle his love for you but if you have a problem with it then he will quiet down.
- "BEHOLD PEASANTS, FOR IT IS MY BELOVED-"
- "Red Son, you're being a little too loud."
- "Oh, sorry. *ahem* Behold peasants! For it is my beloved, (Y/n)!"
- Red Son is also definetly not selfish enough to make you stay in his world but its one day he's trying to figure out how to bring you back when he realizes...What would happen to the both of you if you do leave?
- Would you still be together? Would you still WANT to be together? He still wants to be together and he kinda can't imagine his world without you anymore.
- He would want to go with you but he also doesn't want to leave his family, and he does bring those concerns to you and you honestly don't have an answer for him, so you tell him that and obviously, he doesn't like it but he understands.
- You both make an agreement that you will make the decision when the time comes and that Red Son will be supportive of it, at least, he really hopes he'll be able to handle it. So he cherishes every moment he has with you and trying not to think about the day you will eventually have to go.
#I also feel like this ooc but RED SON.#Red Son x Reader#lmk x reader#red son lmk#lego monkie kid x reader#lego monkie kid
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Hi there! Love your work 💕 I’ve recently fell into the Son Heungmin hole so your blog is like nirvana to me. If you are still taking requests, can I request a scenario where Son cheated and Y/N has decided to forgive him but is having a hard time returning to normal with him? My husband cheated on me 3 times and I’m suffering from severe depression and anxiety. Thanks a lot in advance and please don’t bother if you are no longer taking requests. Keep shining!
Hi, first of all welcome to the family and thanks for the request, there's always a place for Sonny here. I am sorry for what you're going through, I hope you can be better with time x
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Sonny is the classic good guy next door. He is kind, always helpful and has a good word for everyone. He is caring, very good with children and his smile would cheer up even the grumpiest person. He is respectful, rarely loses his temper and has a great talent for football.
Yes, but what if you told everyone he's not like that at all?
Sonny is a human being and like everyone makes mistakes.
Sonny is married, but he has cheated. But because of all the years and moments together you have decided to forgive him and move on with your lives. But it's not easy at all.
He was the one who told you. You thought everything was going wonderfully between you and instead he had dropped this bombshell that had turned your whole life and what you believed in upside down.
At first you didn't want to believe it, you thought you were the victim of a well-orchestrated prank. There was no way that Sonny, your Sonny, the one who made stuffed animals speak to make you laugh was also the one who had broken you in two.
But that's how it works, isn't it? You give your whole self to one person, trusting them blindly and making plans and plans for the future, and they bring you back down to earth. And it happens just like that, out of the blue, leaving you stunned.
Maybe you did it more for yourself, you didn't want to admit that your marriage was over. That you had failed. You were sure you could overcome that moment, a bump in the road to your happiness. Things work out with dialogue and time, you used to tell yourself; nothing is fixed by running away.
But somehow his good-guy image in your head had broken, he could hurt too. This was not like the time he had broken that vase you had inherited from your grandmother, so precious for the memories. It wasn't like when you had a fight because you didn't understand his family's traditions.
Still, you were proud of him. You were there when he had won the golden boot, fingers crossed from the start of the game and cheering like crazy until you lost your voice. You were there when an injury had forced him to the bench for a few weeks, ready to give him the support he needed.
There were days when everything was normal, or at least it seemed so.
It was the other days that were unbearable. The ones when he was away and you wondered if he was alone, if she was in the stands, if he had ever seen or contacted her again. You even went so far as to think if he was lying to you, but you always called yourself stupid because he was obviously going where he said you could see him from the tv.
All it took was nothing to make you remember the moment when in your kitchen at home he had confessed to you that he had cheated on you, the cup slipping from your hands shattering into a thousand pieces as well as something inside you.
And it's that something that you have to put back together if you really want to be with him and continue your life together. You have to figure out, if it is really worth it or if you are just afraid to start again. You have to make a final decision whatever it is, and to do that you have to prioritise yourself first.
"Hey you changed your mind! Are you coming with me?" the impending departure for the world cup gave you the final push.
"No Sonny" the smile on his face fades, suddenly those suitcases in front of the door scare him. "I'm going to my parents. I need to think and I can't in here, and since you're leaving too it seems like the right time"
"Just tell me you'll be back"
"That's what I need to figure it out"
"Hey no no look at me" Sonny gently places his hands on your cheeks making a slight pressure for your gazes to meet. "I love you"
"Good luck at the world cup Sonny"
Part 2
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Sanji x Reader: An icy trick
This a y/n x sanji fic with Iris as a side character. Updates on Iris soon. me know if i shd make part 2
Iris is tired. She's been sitting crossed legs in front of her brother for HOURS, just waiting for him to tell her what's he’s been thinking about. She tried to walk out 30 minutes ago but that didn't go as planned.
Flashback
Iris: I got club in 15 minutes so I'm going back to my dorm to get rea-
Sanji: *aggressively* NO! STAY HERE YOU DAMN WOMAN!
Iris: *holds her hands in surrender* Yes sir…
End of flashback
Sanji paces around his dorm, biting his nails. Then he stopped, muttered something angrily, before pacing again. Iris huffed at her twin. Truthfully, she knows her brother has a huge crush on a certain girl named, Y/N. Yes, Sanji likes you. He made is quite obvious but you couldn't pick up his advances due to the workload you have as the student president's assistant. Skipping club to be her brother's personal therapist Iris can understand but making her bail out on a promise to spy on Luffy’s date with Sabo and Ace? She simply cannot let that slide.
Iris: You know, f you like her that much, tell her how you feel!
Sanji: It's not that easy sis!
Iris: Look, I skipped club and tagging along my 2 best friends to spy on their brother for this and I'm not in a good mood. You know what happens when I'm not in a good mood.
Sanji: *sigh* I know, but I need desperate help… I don't want to ask our idiot brothers for help…
Iris: Ok, FINE. Y/N and I are going ice skating during the weekend… Meet us there at 8AM sharp…
Sanji: *excited* THANK YOU SIS! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! *platonic brother kiss on Iris's forehead* See you tomorrow!
Sanji could not sleep at all that night thanks to his sister. Even his roommate, Zoro, got tired from seeing Sanji awake. He only falls asleep when Iris threatened him to not go hang out with you.
The next morning, Zoro has never seen Sanji move so fast. He quickly wrapped himself in something warm before basically sprinting to the ice rink. When Sanji saw you, you could've sworn you never seen his eyes light up so fast. However, you could see a flicker of nervousness, but it was covered up by him looking for his twin counterpart. Not knowing who he's searching for, you approach him.
Y/N: Sanji! Hi!
Sanji: *blush* Y-Y/N… You look stunning…
Y/N: Thank you! Are you here by yourself?
Sanji: Uh.. No, I don't really skate… My sister said she's going to be here with you so I wanted to-
Y/N: Wait, Iris said she's going to be here with me?
Sanji: Yeah, isn't she here?
Y/N: No, she said she went on rampage went she found out Hiyori asked her boyfriend out on a date. Don't worry, Ace and Sabo are with her…
However, Sanji isn't listening anymore. His sister tricked him! If Iris was here he would beat the crap out of her despite his reputation as a gentleman. However, his anger melts away when you take his hands in yours.
Y/N: Well, since you're here, want to skate for me?
Sanji: *blushes* But I don't know how to…
Y/N: That's alright, I can teach you! *blush* If you want…
Sanji: I would love to learn ice skating from the most beautiful girl in the world~
From then on, you and Sanji meet up regularly at the ice rink to skate. Sometimes you two meet at other places thanks to Iris constantly tricking Sanji. In school, Sanji flirts with you shamelessly and you pretend not to notice. However, when you both are alone, Sanji drops the simp act and shows genuine, gentlemanly actions to show his affection towards you. Basically you two are dating secretly without even Iris knowing and she knows EVERYTHING about EVERYONE to the point you and Sanji think she is an undercover FBI agent.
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My Mom Spanked Me AND My Bully
"Help, help! I'm being assaulted!"
My name is Hisame. I just got a job at a Black Company. And right now, I'm watching my mom spanking my co-worker, Kuroha.
How did I get into this mess? Well, it's a bit of a long story, so we need to rewind a bit to about a month ago...
You see, I work in the accounting department of my company. My job is simple; to crunch numbers for clients. Recently, we got a new girl joining our department; Kuroha. When on break, I tried to be her friend over tea. I even offered to pour a cup for her. But...
Kuroha: Help, help! I'm being assaulted!
She yelled it so quickly that I was just left dumbstuck. Before I knew it, our co-workers ran in and Kuroha ran to them.
Kuroha: Save me! She tried to sling hot tea at me when I just asked her to pour me some!
Hisame: W-what?! That's not what happened!
They didn't know who to believe. Human Resources had to get involved, but ultimately, they just told both of us that fighting isn't tolerated. They couldn't really do anything about it since it all came down to 'he said, she said'.
I tried talking to her the next day while in the locker room. We were both in there alone, and...
Kuroha: Help, help! I'm being assaulted!
Once again, our co-workers came running in while I was left there, stunned.
Kuroha: She threatened to steal my street clothes if I didn't give her my money!
Hisame: W-what are you talking about?! That's not what I said!
HR got involved again, but this time, they made sure to tell me to stop harassing Kuroha because she's new. I couldn't believe I was told that. Looking back, I guess it makes sense to assume I'm the aggressor; Kuroha made herself out to be so nice and I think everyone was already liking her. And the idea of a sweet new girl getting bullied is an easy story to swallow than the reverse.
From that day on, I did my best to avoid being around Kuroha. I never wanted to be with her if I could help it. Thankfully, our job didn't require to work with her closely. And when on break, I never let myself be alone with her - or alone for that matter. But at least once a week, when i let my guard down, she'd spring up behind me.
Kuroha: Help, help! I'm being assaulted! Hisame just slapped me!
Kuroha; Hisame stole my lunch from the communal fridge!
Kuroha: My stapler's missing; Hisame took it!
There was never proof, but with how much it was happening, rumors were starting to spread. It was getting so bad that everyone started to avoid me! Which meant that Kuroha could keep sneaking up on me, getting us alone, and calling foul!
It got so bad that the office decided to start an investigation into all of these bullying accusations. Which means they were definitely investigating me and my actions. Which means they were definitely trying to find definitive proof to fire me.
I went home that day feeling miserable. But just when I thought things couldn't get worse...
Kuroha: So, this is where you live?
Hisame: Eh?! What are you doing here?!
Kuroha: Oh, I heard something really interesting about you, Hisame~ That you don't live alone.
Hisame: What are you-
Before i could ask what was happening, the door opened.
Kurumi: Huh? Hisame? Who's your friend?
This is my mom; Kurumi.
Kuroha: Miss Kurumi, thank goodness you're here!
And once again, Kuroha was putting on the crocodile tears.
Kuroha: I came over to maybe talk with you about Hisame! She has been bullying me all month! Ever since i joined the accounting department! It's been horrible!
Before I could say anything, my mother's glare was right on top of me. And when she has that look in her eyes, I just can't bring it in me to speak. I didn't matter if I was a child or an adult.
Kurumi: Hisame, come inside. Now. We need to have a word about your behavior.
Inside, the house was filled with the rhythmic sound of slapping.
Hisame: WAAA! Mama! Stop!
The familiar sound of me getting spanked...
Kurumi: I don't know what has gotten into you, Hisame! But you are not too old to be spanked! Especially when you live under my roof!
I couldn't exactly hear it at the time, over the sound of my own wailing and crying, but I managed to catch Kuroha's condescending smirk looking down on me as she got a front row seat of my humiliation.
Kuroha: Ha, ha! This is what you get for being such a spoiled brat and hogging all the guys' attention!
Hisame/Kurumi: ...What?
The spanking (thankfully) stopped immediately and the both of us were staring at Kuroha. I watched that big smirk on her face slowly fall as she realized what she said. My Mom let me off of her lap and she immediately marched over to Kuroha.
Kurumi: Excuse me, but...what?
Kuroha: I-I mean, uh...i-it's her fault! When I got to the department, she was friends with almost all the guys! It's not fair! Girls like that are sluts and they hog all the good men for themselves! You should punish your daughter every day for- OW!
Kurumi: You. Come here. Now.
And that's how we got here...
Kuroha: Stop! This is assault! Stop it!
Kurumi: That's not gonna work here! And you are going to march right to your HP Department and tell them exactly what you did!
Kuroha: What?! No way! Y-you're not the boss of me!
Kurumi: You're going to do it or I'm going to beat your ass with THIS instead!
Then my Mom pulled out a bat! Where she kept it, I don't know, but it was covered in nails and looked more like a demon's club than something to spank someone with!
Kuroha: W-wait, wait! You...you wouldn't do that!
Kurmi: Don't try me...
So, the next day, my Mom actually walked me to work and one look from her got Kuroha to run to HR and turn herself in. The HR Manager apologized for not believing my previous testimonies. My reputation was quickly apologizing; everyone was sorry for what they did.
My Mom was especially apologetic for spanking me like she did the other day and said she'd take me out to my favorite restaurant to apologize properly.
I told her I'd be happy to, but if we could postpone a little bit. Until I can sit comfortably again...
This commission was brought to you by someone who liked my last Etra-Chan Saw it pic and decided to commission something based on a similar YouTube Channel's characters: Mona Lisa's Silly Talk. I'd be watching them if, you know, I could read Japanese. ^_^;;;
Nonetheless, I had a lot of fun both drawing this pic and writing the fic to go with it. And I hope everyone else likes it!
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2 | Beneath the Lotus Moon
Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader
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When you arrive at Mitsuri's front door, you knock and wait for someone to answer it in an awkward silence beside Sanemi. But somehow, the awkwardness only gets worse when Genya opens the door. Sanemi is less than thrilled. He simply grumbles and pushes past him, while Genya mutters, "Welcome in, I guess."
Smirking, you remark, "Seems like he has a problem with knocking."
Genya shrugs, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "He has a problem with lots of things apparently."
You pat Genya on the shoulder reassuringly and make your way into the house. He shuts the door behind you, and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the night ahead.
Just as you step further into the room, Mitsuri approaches you with a wide smile. "Y/N! I'm so glad you made it!" she exclaims, linking her arm with yours and guiding you through the crowd.
She parades you around to see the others, including Giyu, Shinobu, and Rengoku, who all greet you warmly. Rengoku can't help but bring up your earlier encounter with Ubuyashiki, asking with a hearty laugh, "So, how did your lecture with Master go? I bet it was super important, right?! We still have so much to learn from him!"
You roll your eyes playfully. "Oh, absolutely. Riveting stuff," you reply sarcastically. "But next time you're more than welcome to take my place."
Just then, Zenitsu gasps dramatically, his eyes widening while all the attention goes to him. "Y/N! You look absolutely stunning!"
Inosuke grumbles in response, "Are you really gonna say that to every girl tonight?"
Zenitsu defends himself with a pout. "Well, it's true! I can't help it if everyone here is so good-looking!"
Giyu chimes in, grumbling, "That idiot even said it to me. I can't believe he thought I was a girl."
You and Mitsuri exchange a small grin, sharing the amusement of the moment. But Mitsuri then nods towards Sanemi, who's leaning against the wall nearby, listening to the conversation, and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
"Seriously," you roll your eyes as you whisper to her, "that's not gonna happen."
While the others continue to talk, you find a comfortable spot on the couch and take a seat. Mitsuri announces that she's going to put on a movie, and everyone begins to gather around. Inosuke declares he's in charge of getting snacks, but when he sees the romance movie that Mitsuri put on- with a backdrop of the Alps, he passes them all off to Obanai who just so happened to be standing right beside him at that moment.
Obanai then sits down beside you, offering you the snacks. Gratefully, you thank him and start digging in as the movie begins. But, on your other side, Uzui tries to steal some of your rightfully owned snacks. Not too keen on sharing, you playfully slap his hand away.
"Ow! Dammit, Y/N, I'm not some kind of demon. You don't need to hit my hand so hard," he whines.
In the background, you hear Sanemi mutter, "You don't need to steal other people's food."
"What was that? You got somethin' to say there, shorty?" Uzui shoots back. Genya then grumbles, confirming that Sanemi always does. You can see Sanemi's fists begin to tighten and you know he's trying his best to hold himself together.
Shinobu, sensing the brewing tension, stands up and intervenes, her voice firm but calm. "Enough. If you're going to talk, do it quietly. Nobody else wants to hear your bickering, and it's not fair to ruin the movie for everyone else."
Sanemi rolls his eyes, seemingly unbothered. "Fine, whatever."
"Yeah, stop talking, Y/N," Uzui whispers to you, taking advantage of the distraction before swiping another handful of snacks from your plate, a mischievous grin on his face.
You let out a playful groan, knowing Shinobu's disapproving gaze is fixed on you. "Alright, fine. But don't push your luck," you warn Uzui.
As the movie starts playing, you hear a soft sound of sniffling, and you look around to see if it's Himejima again. But surprisingly, it's Inosuke, tears streaming down from under his mask as he sobs uncontrollably.
"Are you alright?" Tanjiro asks, poking him gently.
Inosuke replies through his tears, "The movie, sniff, is just so beautiful!"
Zenitsu chimes in, completely thrown off guard, "But the two characters haven't even met yet!"
Inosuke wipes his tears and says, "The mountains," Inosuke then clarifies. "They're just so beautiful!"
Obanai, with a whisper, comments, "That's stupid. It may be a lovely sight, but crying over a movie seems pointless."
Curious, you turn to Obanai with a big teasing grin on your face, "Iguro, do you like the movie, too?" However, he doesn't answer, his attention elsewhere, only to backfire and answer your question without even opening his mouth.
Giyu interjects, reminding everyone, "Shinobu is right. We won't hear anything if you guys keep talking."
Uzui, never one to back down, then asks, "Are you always going to take Shinobu's side?"
Giyu's face lights up and he can't seem to find the words to reply so it's Shinobu who pipes up instead. "No, he never agrees with me."
Sanemi smirks and adds, "Now look who's talking."
Rengoku groans, feeling the tension rising once again, and says, "This is never going to work."
Obanai nods in agreement, seemingly uninterested in the ongoing banter. Mitsuri, eager to diffuse the situation, suggests, "Fine, let's do something else then."
The room falls silent for a moment as everyone ponders Mitsuri's suggestion. You all exchange glances, unsure of what to do next. Finally, someone speaks up, asking, "Like what?"
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Valentine's Blessings
Chapter 1/5: The Crush
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Alex was a bit bummed. It was Valentine’s day tomorrow at his high school, and being a senior, it felt a bit weird that he was the only one who didn’t have a partner. It's not that he was going out of his way to get girls like other guys, but he did still want someone to be with. The day always made him feel like he was super lonely. The ringing of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts.
“So class, remember to get your assignments in tonight. I know a lot of you might have plans for tomorrow and don’t think you wanna spend time still working on it” The teacher said.
He got up and started putting his stuff in his bag. It was his last class of the day and because today was Thursday, it meant he was taking the bus home.
“So Esther. Anybody interesting ask you to be their valentine?” A girl asked the person standing next to her.
“Ugh… Just the usual ones. None of them are the right one, you know?” Esther said.
Esther, one of the prettiest in school. She had the eye of every guy in school and that meant everyone of them would try to have a chance with her. Of course, Alex also had a crush on her though he never did take his chance. He would learn that every guy who would ask her out would get turned down, so he didn’t out of fear of the same thing happening to him.
“Well maybe that cuz those chumps are me. So what do you as baby, wanna be mine Valentime?” A deep masculine voice said.
“You mean Valentine, Walter?” the girl next to Esther said.
“That's what I said Menia.” He said.
“Marina.” She corrected.
“Yeah yeah. So what do you say Esther?”
“Once again, the answer is no Walter.” Esther said nonchalantly.
“Oh come on. What, am I not good enough for you?” He whined.
“Maybe because you have more muscles than brains.” Alex accidentally said out loud.
They all turned to face him. Well now he’s done it. Walter walked over to him. The big jock only towered 2 inches above him, but was much more built then him. Alex's shaggy black hair, red t-shirt with a black jacket, jean pants, and flat footed shoes, didn’t really help him stand out much. Whereas Walter’s smooth back blond hair, varsity jacket, football team jersey and pants, and nice looking shoes, made him look like the coolest person alive. Although most knew he was kinda dumb.
“What was that twerp?” Walter said aggressively.
“I’m mean… Didn’t your recent girlfriend break up with you cause you couldn’t remember anything about what she liked? And so did the 3 before that?” Alex said.
“So?”
“SO, maybe if you used your head instead of your muscles, you might keep a girl for more than 2 days.”
The girls giggled at that comment. Walter looked like he was in a stun lock.
“Y-yeah well… Y-You're just jealous that you don’t have these.” He flexed as he walked out the room, before running off sadly.
“Why could he not be a girl instead? He’d be a better bimbo than himbo.” Marina said.
“Yeah, and we all know how much you’d love that.” Esther said. She walked over to Alex.
“Hey thanks for that. Alex right?.” She asked.
He nodded. This was one of the few times he got her up close. Her dyed blue-cyan gradient hair went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a neon yellow shirt, with a white jacket over it. Her blue leggings and cyan shoes complemented her legs and he could help but notice how thick they were.
Why must my mind go there? He thought to himself.
“Umm Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with him, Esther.” He says.
“That’s alright. It was really nice of you to do that for me.” She asked
“Oh, don’t mention it. I just hate it whenever guys do that.” He said moving towards the door where they were.
“I know right!? They think they’re super cool, but they come off really lame.” She laughed, “You know, given your build I’m surprised that they didn't try to make you one of them.”
He seemed to shrink down at that comment.
“Oh no, I don’t really fit in with other guys. Never really have.” He said meekly.
“Oh sorry, I didn't mean anything by it.” She apologized.
“No, it's fine. Look, I gotta go catch my bus. See ya.” He said as he ran off.
Esther was left there a bit stunned.
“Esther! Did you see what I saw?” Marina asked, her eyes softly glowing with hints of pink and blue.
“Yeah, I did.” She replied with the same glow in her eyes.
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As he got off the bus, and walked inside he noticed that his parents were still out town for work. He went to the kitchen, and put some pizza bites in the microwave. When they were done he took them up to his room. In his room, he sat on his bed and played a game, one of his favorite RPG’s. As he loaded up the game, his character spawned in.
He thought about his interaction with Esther. Why was he always awkward around her and other girls? While he sure he did like Esther most of the others he didn’t yet he still felt odd around them. He looked at his character, a cute tech girl he made in the game, and then around his room at all of his figures of anime girls. He flopped back onto his bed feeling bad for having the figures as felt was just being a weirdo.
I should get rid of those figures, they’re kind of weird to own. Tho they’re very cute, and I feel… Happy when looking at them? Ugh… What's wrong with me? He thought.
He didn’t know why he felt like this, but it happened almost everyday. He decided to head to bed early for the day. He hoped that maybe tomorrow, life would change. Little did she know, she would get her wish.
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This story was requested by the lovely @mistresskabooms. I hope you enjoy this little set up, cuz it going to get a bit longer from here. And yes I know valentine's day was a while ago I still wanted to write something leave me alone.
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Mini #Fanfic #YunAsta #AsYuno
❤️-> It’s You. <-❤️
-"Here it comes"-
-"What am I supposed to do?"-
- "Just say hello for God's sake Asta, you know almost everyone and you're embarrassed to say hello to him?"
-"It's not the same, the others don't look like prince out of a story"
Asta and Vanessa were standing hidden by a column, cautiously spying on the members of the “Golden Dawn” study club, its last member and his two friends were walking calmly down the hall.
This boy just got transferred, he has less than a month in the College, but Asta can't stop thinking about him.
Yuno Grinberryall, tall with white skin and golden eyes that have half the student community fascinated.
It's not like Yuno really cares, he's not very sociable as far as Asta can tell, nor very expressive. He always has a stoic face and goes quietly with Klaus and Mimosa who usually do the talking.
But Asta knows that under that mask of indifference he must be a sensitive person, he has cute little expressions when he sees something he likes (like strawberry shortcake) and grimaces when he doesn't like something (like injustice).
In this case, Asta is one more boy who longs to be able to talk to him but still doesn't know how, with the difference that Asta is the most popular boy in school.
Asta sighs in frustration. -“Let's go, they're getting closer and I don't want them to see us”-he begins to turn around, leaving his back to the group of friends who are approaching when Vanessa takes him by the shoulders and smiles slyly at him.
-"Thank me later"-And with a strong push he is thrown backwards.
He starts taking small steps to try to regain his balance, waving his arms funny and ends up bumping into someone taller. By inertia he holds him by the waist so that the other does not fall and he can also stabilize himself.
A fresh perfume with a hint of mint reaches his nose, he can't help but inhale and fill his lungs with that pleasant smell.
It is when a calm and somewhat doubtful baritone voice slips into his ears. -“S-Sorry”
Asta recognizes that voice.
That voice that's been in her dreams lately.
Without letting go, she looks up and sees Yuno look at him sideways with a slight blush. Both remain static and no one dares to break that expectant tension that is in the air. Nor Mimosa, who until a moment ago was laughing at the situation.
It's when Yuno puts a hand on Asta's that is on her waist and gives it a light squeeze that Asta reacts and jumps away nervously. -"F-Forgive me Yuno, I didn't mean what-what happened"-
The other nods -"Hmm"- adjusts his uniform -"It was my fault too, I didn't see where I was going, excuse me..." - He makes a sign that Asta doesn't understand, and his stupid face must be obvious because Asta's friend intervenes Yuno, the guy with the glasses.
-"What Yuno wants to say is that he doesn't know your name, let me introduce you, Yuno he is Asta, the President of the School Council, my name is Klaus and she is Mimosa, we are from Golden Dawn"-
-“Hi-Hi”-she hesitates embarrassingly, Yuno doesn't take her eyes off her. -I'm Asta, forgive me I didn't see where I was walking and I accidentally hit you.
-"You... know my name"-Yuno observes with curiosity, tilting her face towards him. Asta blushes furiously from being under the scrutiny of that powerful golden gaze.
-“Ah… yes, I… heard the girls talk about you. And they mentioned your name, I hope you don't mind." -Of course he didn't mention that the girls in question didn't exist and that he was the one who followed him in a creepy way for 3 weeks.
Yuno's look is sympathetic. -"Hmm, okay, I hope you'll excuse me for hitting you."
Asta was about to start apologizing again when an extra voice distracted everyone.
-"Come on, come on, it didn't happen much, but if you're really sorry to hit our president why don't you invite him to a breakfast date Yuno-kun?"- Vanessa approached smiling and put her arm around the shoulders of a stunned Asta - "I think it is the least that our Asta deserves"
-“Da-date?”-Mimosa stammered in complicity with Klaus, they both love Yuno but God knows he needs to have more than two friends in the world.
To the surprise of both Yuno accepts with great ease. -"Yes that's fine. I was going for some food to have breakfast in the class room, but if Asta likes we can have breakfast in other place, I'm free"
A very, very stunned Asta reacted to his friend's nudge and with hasty steps followed Yuno to the school dining room, leaving the other three in the corridor.
-"This is really new"- Klaus said adjusting his glasses.
-"I swear I was waiting for Yuno to complain like always!!"- Mimosa exclaimed, beginning to jump with excitement. -"You know, 'I don't like unknown people Mimosa'" - I imitate Yuno with a poor accent.
-"If I could be a goddess, I would be the goddess of love"-Vanessa pointed out smiling. – “How much do you bet that they will go out together?”
-"Go out?? Don't you think that's a lot? I've known Yuno for years, he's never been romantically interested ”-Klaus murmured.
-"Just look at his eyes, they shone with Asta, I'll give them a month"-Vanessa winked at them and advanced to the dining room well behind the couple. Asta stuttered, something she never did. And Yuno was talking meekly, with a slight blush on her cheeks.
Yes, Vanessa gave them a month.
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Sutokuin/Akihito Main Story Chapter 14
Chapter 13
-----Part 1------
Kuge: "You're misunderstanding! I was just doing this for your own good!"
(Tch, he's still trying to make excuses...)
Akihito-sama's eyes narrowed sharply.
Akihito: "You don't seem to understand."
Akihito: "Only I, the King of Curses, am allowed to commit atrocities."
Akihito: "Not just Kyoto....but to the whole world."
No Kotodama was used, but still the heavy and oppressive pressure is placed on my shoulders.
And the noble, with his head down, is also trembling.
(Akihito-sama....also looks serious)
Little boy: "Ah Umm.."
It was the little boy who broke the tense silence.
Akihito: "What is it?"
Little boy: "....are you god?"
Akihito: "God?"
He asks in a trusting manner and I pat his little back that was freaking out.
The boy then looked up at me and then started to speak again, as if he had made up his mind.
Little boy: "My dad used to say that until the tax suddenly went up. He said life has gotten easier for everyone these days."
(Really.....?)
Akihito: "........"
Little boy: "The man next door, who had lost his job, was happy that his boss had given him a job to build a dyke on the river."
Little boy: "The women who were selling themselves because they didn't have money are now safer than they were before because of the new rules and regulations."
Akihito: "......Little kids must not say things like that. Selling themselves just to survive is not working."
Akihito: "It's the fault of those who allow the environment to be like that."
Akihito-sama melancholily exhales.
(Akihito-sama....?)
Little boy: "We were all talking about how the nobles couldn't suddenly become good people, so maybe it could be a God."
Kuge: "Tch...."
The noble glares at the boy hatefully, but he is turned down by a warning from Akihito-sama.
Akihito: "I'm the opposite of God."
Little boy: "But...."
Akihito: "You may go now. I'll make sure your father gets out of jail"
Little boy: "Really!?"
The little boy's face lit up.
Little boy: "Thank you. Thank you so much! Big brother is a god after all."
Little boy: "Big sis too. Thank you for saving me earlier."
Yoshino: "Your welcome. Be careful on your way home!"
After seeing the small figure running away.
(At least for that child, Akihito-sama is god)
I suddenly remembered that when I was in Kamakura, Akihito-sama offered a helping hand to a little bird that I could not save.
(What happened to Ruri? Did he already release her?)
It has been stuck in the bottom of my mind ever since I met Akihito-sama again, but I missed the opportunity to ask him.
(No, actually I was probably scared. That was a precious memory for me)
I didn't want to think that even the kind look he had when he looked at Ruri was a lie.
Akihito: "Sorry for being late, Yoshino. Are you okay?"
------Part 2------
Akihito: "Sorry for being late, Yoshino. Are you okay?"
Yoshino: "Y-Yes....thank you for coming."
(I mean, I thought he would scold me for running away....)
(What should I say now? Now that Ibuki is not here)
But despite my impatience, Akihito-sama is looking at me with concern.
Before I could say anything on top of it, he suddenly took my arm.
Akihito: "....This red hand mark."
Yoshino: "Oh...."
There was a mark on my wrist that had been forcibly pulled by the noble earlier.
Akihito: "...."
Without warning, Akihito-sama touched the neck of the noble casually.
------When I looked down, he didn't have the bracelet on his left wrist.
(No!)
Akihito: "Stop breathing"
Kuge: "Nn...Nn...."
The noble who can no longer breathe freely struggles with his hand on his throat.
Akihito: "It's a survival order, but it works pretty well."
Akihito: "People with fragile wills like you would be better off without power. Even for those around you."
(He'll die if no one stops him!)
Yoshino: "Stop! Please stop!"
I rushed to Akihito-sama and strongly wished for it.
My palm started getting hot and I saw golden balls of light rising....
Akihito: "-----That's stunning, fox princess."
The fact that the different skills have been successfully drawn out is evidenced by the silver hair that sways at the edge of my vision.
(Thank god, this happened after the little boy left....)
Kuge: "Please....haa....haa....."
The noble, freed from Kotodama, coughed violently and backed away.
Akihito: "I told you I love her like crazy, but maybe your ears were just decoration?"
Kuge: "....No. I just didn't recognize her!"
Akihito: "So that means you're blind as a bat. Even your big mouth doesn't help. Maybe I should shut you down completely."
Kuge: "No...I was just trying to help her get out of here....."
Akihito: "I hope it was. It's heartbreaking to cut down on something, even if it's useless."
The teary-eyed noble is huffing and puffing in fear.
(I'm glad, he didn't kill him for the time being....)
As if on a whim, Akihito-sama pointed to the floor ahead.
Akihito: "The floor is all muddy."
Kuge: "Ah yeah....the someone sprayed water just now."
Akihito: "I'm taking her home. Do you think it's pleasant to have her feet covered in mud?"
(Eh)
Akihito: "What are you going to do about it?"
-----Part 3-----
Akihito: "I'm taking her home. Do you think it's pleasant to have her feet covered in muddy?"
(Eh)
Akihito: "What are you going to do about it?"
Kuge: "Eh? Ah...."
Yoshino: "No! I don't mind."
Kuge: "No wait."
The noble impatiently takes off his haori that had his family crest and lays it on the muddy ground.
Then Akihito-sama wore the most beautiful smile.
Akihito: "You could have taken a board or something and put it down, but this is fine too."
Akihito: "Come Yoshino."
(Ah)
The moment he pulled me, I found myself floating.....
I realized he was carrying me in his arms.
Yoshino: "Put me down, please. I can walk on my own."
Akihito: "Sorry, but I can't do that."
Passing by the stunned noble, Akihito-sama steps on his haori without any hesitation and walks away.
Akihito: "This is still something, I don't want Yoshino to step on anyway."
The figure was ruthless and graceful to the point of being out of this world.
..................
Akihito-sama made me sit in the ox cart and sat down in front of me.
Akihito: "You're such a bad girl to run away like that."
Yoshino: "Sorry...I don't mean to run away."
Akihito: "Just kidding. Ibuki I know you're here. Come out."
(Eh?)
When Akihito-sama calls out to the outside the ox cart....
Ibuki: "What? You noticed?"
The curtain was lifted from the other side and Ibuki peeked in without a hint of offence.
Yoshino: "No! Where have you been all this time?"
Ibuki: "I was watching you."
Akihito: "So you're saying that you knew I was coming, then you disappeared without any warning leaving her just like that?"
Ibuki: "Have you ever heard a demon saving the princess?"
(That's why you left me there!?)
Yoshino: "I was scared you know!"
Ibuki: "Your scared face was really cute to look at."
Akihito: "Now, Ibuki."
The calmly scolding Akihito-sama is like a different person than he was a moment ago.
Akihito: "I understand your feeling, but you shouldn't be mean."
Ibuki: "You're the same. You act all classy, but when push comes to shove, you're an egomaniac."
Akihito: "Because I was born bad."
After making a quick bad joke, Akihito-sama points a finger at Ibuki.
It was strange that even such gestures felt noble.
Akihito: "As punishment, you take the noble to prison."
Akihito: "You will have to interrogate him and decide what to do."
Ibuki: "Annoying."
Ibuki: "You're the only person in over a thousand and two hundred years of life who would try to bully a demon king, Akihito."
------Part 4-----
Ibuki: "You're the only person in over a thousand and two hundred years of life who would try to bully a demon king, Akihito."
Akihito: "Keep up the good work so can give you more work in the future."
After a light banter, Ibuki leaves with a pout.
As the ox cart began to move gently, Akihito-sama turned to me with a wry smile.
Akihito: "I wouldn't recommend taking that demon's sweet advice."
Akihito: "To be honest, I don't find it funny when you're swooned by a sweet-talk from someone other than me."
(....As usual, I can't understand if you really mean what you say)
Akihito: "If you're going to run away again anyway, I think a glamorous city or a beautiful flower field would be more appropriate for you than this place."
Yoshino: "That's not my goal. I didn't run away to see something beautiful."
Akihito: "Then?"
Yoshino: "Don't you know? I'm talking about Akihito-sama."
There is no chance of winning if I keep on this word game.
That's why I cut to the chase frankly and waited for a response.
Akihito: "Oh. What did you wanna find out?"
Yoshino: "..........."
Yoshino: "Akihito-sama's rule is undeniably oppressive, at least to the upper echelons of the Imperial Court."
Yoshino: "But you were a savior to....people who know nothing."
Akihito: "It just happens. The masses are desperate for the illusions they want to see at any given moment."
Yoshino: "If you didn't care about your people at all..."
Yoshino: "You wouldn't have lightened the tax, given employment opportunities, and also create a happy environment for them."
Akihito: "............"
Yoshino: "If Akihito-sama wants a people-friendly government, how can he run the Imperial Court in that way?"
Yoshino: "Even the threats you made today were a bit much, weren't they?"
(Yes, that noble was a terrible person, but Akihito-sama was too unforgiving)
Akihito: "When you pull the fangs out, you might as well do it thoroughly."
Akihito: "If I let up, these people are ready to eat us alive."
Yoshino: "But....is it okay for Akihito-sama to remain feared and hated by people all the time?"
Akihito: "I don't care about things like that."
(Eh....)
Akihito: "I want to be the very terror of the Hinamoto people."
Akihito: "I want to be a thing that's is horrible like a demon....crueler than a human and that no one understands."
Yoshino: "Such a way of life..."
At the end of the hesitation, a few words spilled out.
----Options----
Wrong
It's sad...
You can't be happy (+4/+4)
---------------
Yoshino: "You will never be happy."
Akihito: "If you don't know happiness from the start, it's not something you want to become."
Yoshino: "....Why do you think like that?"
Akihito: "It's a question I don't want to answer."
Yoshino: "-----Then let's play our game."
The instinct was mastered not to back down here.
Akihito: "You're being reckless, you've lost so cruelly last time and still haven't learned your lesson?"
-----Part 5-----
Akihito: "You're being reckless, you've lost so cruelly last time and still haven't learned your lesson?"
The soft tone of his voice is still intact, but a dangerous sex appeal is evoked.
Akihito: "Oddly enough, the setting is the same as last time, in an ox cart."
Yoshino: "So are you going to use the same Kotodama, like that time?"
Akihito: "More humiliating to lose the same way huh?"
Provocations are returned with provocations, which are very unlikely to be fulfilled in a battle of words.
Akihito: "Then let's make it quick then."
Akihito: "St---"
(----Now)
Akihito: "Nn..."
I quickly took Akihito-sama's hand and bit his fingertips before he could finish his words.
Yoshino: "If you think about it, I too can disrupt your concentration with my different power."
Akihito: "........"
The slitted eyes widened slightly reflecting me.
Akihito: "----I see."
Akihito: "Haha....I must try hard to not get agitated."
Akihito: "You're a dangerous woman for me."
(.......! Why are you smiling like that?)
Heat ripples and shimmers in eyes reminiscents of deep blue lakes.
(Maybe I've done something irreparable)
(But I can't and won't turn back)
Yoshino: "So, I won right?"
Akihito: "Yes. I admit, I lost."
Akihito: "As you wished, let's talk about my past for some time."
Yoshino: "-----Yes. Please."
Akihito-sama quietly kissed the mark on his finger, where I bit him earlier.
He then continues with a few words.
Akihito: "Do you remember when I told you about the curse I got from my father?"
Yoshino: "....Yes."
(At the time, I didn't think that Akihito-sama was royality)
------FLASHBACK------
Akihito: “When my mother was pregnant with me, my father put a curse on me.”
Akihito: “It was said to have been an out-of-this-world curse, with extensive rituals and inhuman offerings.”
------FLASHBACK ENDS------
(Now that I think about it, such a ceremony was possible because Akihito-sama's father was a powerful man---the emperor of the time)
Akihito: "My father often derided me, calling me 'Uncle' (叔父子)."
Yoshino: "Uncle?"
(What do you mean)
Akihito: "There was an open secret whispered in the court at the time."
Akihito: "I am not the son of my father, the Emperor Toba, and my mother, but a sign of the iniquity of my great-grandfather, Emperor Shirakawa, with whom my mother had a secret affair."
(Eh....)
Akihito: "If I am the son of Emperor Shirakawa, then I am an uncle to my father, right?"
Yoshino: "That's...."
Akihito: "Is it horrible?"
I stared in dismay at the arc of Akihito-sama's red lips.
Akihito: "One of Hinamoto's noblest blood had such ugliness from the start."
Chapter 15
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