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hana-no-seiiki · 11 months

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REJECTION

YANDERE! IDOL! OC! (EVE) x IDOL! READER BLURB (ft. new ocs!)

Before we start, I’m excited to announce that I’m finally starting an HNSVerse webtoon/comic series w/ our starting story ( being the one Eve/Jisoo is featured in ) Love ♡ Multiplied ! Invasion of Your Heart this fall. Hope to see you guys during its release ehe.

If you’re new to my blog, go ahead and check the tag hns.eve for more works of him, or check out my master list.

Without further ado, here’s Eve’s first ‘solo’ fic! Enjoy!

warnings: yandere themes (obsessive love, violence, unreliable narrator). mentions of alcohol abuse/alcoholism. incel/nice guy jisoo. profanity.

status: unedited

©️ both the art and story belong to me, please do not redistribute, repost, translate or share without credit/permission.

this particular fic is safe for minors (16+) so no mdni on this folks. feel free to enjoy.

[previous fic / prequel to this fic]

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like you that way.”

Jisoo never truly knew the power of words til he heard you after his confession.

He prepared months in advance, with a dedication that was unusual to him at the time.

He picked the perfect venue, the one convenience store you two always ate onigiri at. He picked the perfect time, sunset — to really set the mood — and a week after monthly examinations so that emotions were not running too high. He spent hours, days, maybe even weeks just agonizing over the words to choose when he finally poured his feelings out. He even prepared for times after the

Throughout his whole time as a trainee, nothing felt as bad as the dejection your words gave him.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You’re more of a dad to me . . .” He saw your eyes flick left and right, clearly uncomfortable with the arrangement despite the plan he meticulously concocted.

Still he could not control the poison from injecting itself within the crevices of his inflection, his delivery coming out as awfully sour — maybe even petty, “A dad? You’re older than me.”

“Yeah, a dad friend. You’re the more mature one between us and . . . I just — I just can’t see you romantically.” If the damage wasn’t enough, you ended your explanation with an emphasis. “Ever.”

You then grabbed your belongings and left. Though, being the polite and kind person you were, you made sure to at least give him a farewell.

Jisoo sighed, looking up towards the convenience store ceiling lights. The sting from the bright luminance distracted him only a little bit before his mind went back to you. Consumed by his thoughts, his heart suddenly began beating a million times a second. A sudden adrenaline rush overcame him.

If you didn’t like him because of his personality, he’ll just go ahead and change that up a bit.

The day right after, Jisoo found himself doing something he would have never even thought of. It was amazing how much you made him realize and change. It was actually why completely fell in the first place.

Though, the changes before were natural and a bit too slow. Jisoo needed to have you as his as soon as he possibly could. And so, change had to happen now and under his jurisdiction.

You weren’t present that day, so it wasn’t too out of the ordinary to follow a couple of trainees out when lessons concluded. Usually he was completely stuck to your side and your side alone. Conversation didn’t come naturally to him, as such friends don’t either.

It took him a few minutes to man up and a long, deep breath to finally attempt getting one of the trainee’s attention.

Daehyun was his name, Jisoo thinks. When getting the former’s attention he opted to tug the guy’s sleeve just to be safe.

“What’s up? Oh, it’s you. ” Daehyun turned around. His silver eyes sparkled underneath the late afternoon’s sunlight. He was one of if not the best dancer in Celestial Entertainment. In addition to that, he was known for charming personality and magnetic stage presence.

Frankly, Jisoo only saw him as annoyingly bright and cheery. They were exact opposites. They fought on a daily basis.

But that was exactly why Jisoo needed him in particular.

“You’re childish.” Jisoo began.

Daehyun’s jaw goes slack at this cool, raven haired giant’s audacity. Most of the time he’d come back with a retort but he was utterly drained from practice. “Ah. . .Okay then. . . Well I gotta go — “

Daehyun jerked his arm away, but that only prompted Jisoo to fully grab him by the bicep, “Teach me.”

“Sorry, I think I’m misunderstandiny you. You want me to teach you how to be childish?“

Jisoo nodded vigorously, “I want to be a better idol. And . . . a better fellow trainee. Listen. I’ve been a terrible person to everyone here. I just want to be better.”

Daehyun doesn’t answer for a long time. Maybe even minutes pass before he did. At least, enough time for the trainee walking alongside him to realize his partner wasn’t near him anymore.

His jaw was still wide open.

“Wow, points for self-awareness yo. Finally.”

“Bold words for someone in punching range.” Jisoo lets go of the shorter man’s arm and crosses his. An eyebrow raised.

“Fine, fine. Guess your short temper hasn’t gone anywhere. Time for Being Chill 101, yeah?” Daehyun then shouted to his companion, an even shorter guy that Jisoo dreaded asking help from. But he was desperate. Beggars can never be choosers. “Hayate! C’mere! Jisoo needs a lil help!”

“Eeehhhhh—?! Jisoo? Asking for help? The gods have answered our prayers!”

Jisoo soon realized that he asked help from a bunch of hooligans.

If he faces rejection again after all this trouble, he might just murder a man.

“Hey.” You walked towards Jisoo with your usual smile.

“Heyyy!” He greeted back. Earning a confused look from you as you sat beside him.

You chuckled at his strange demeanor. Well, maybe it wasn’t so strange. You knew Jisoo could be quite awkward at times. Considering you haven’t seen each-other for months by now, he must feel weird talking to you all of a sudden. Especially after what you did last time. “What has gotten into you?” You asked. It was either your earlier theory or the effect of him hanging out with other people. You heard he started spending some more time with other trainees. Even going on drinking sprees with large groups. You didn’t approve of such activities but were too busy to scold him on the topic lately.

But apparently both of your guesses were ‘wrong’ as he had answered, “Huh? Me? Pffft. Nothing. Justa — think I drank too much coffee.”

You could smell the stench of soju and beer in his breath now that you were closer. “Right. I just wanted to say that we can still hang out you know. Doesn’t mean that I rejected you that we can’t talk anymore.”

“Oh, sorry! Sorry. Did it feel like I was avoiding you? I was just busy with Idol Image training.”

“Idol Image training? I thought you hated those lessons.”

“Ya know me. Indecisive and impulsive as always.”

Jisoo grinned at you. But all you could do was cringe out of pity and guilt.

Apparently the guilt you felt wasn’t enough however as you decided that it was now or never to rub some salt into gaping hole of a wound.

“Almost forgot. I have to tell you something. I got a deal to be a solo artist.”

“Solo what now? I thought we were debuting together.”

“Looking at how you’re dealing with my rejection. I think it’s safe to say that us working and living together won’t go too well. I don’t want to lead you on. We’re friends. Nothing else. Sorry if I did so before.”

You didn’t even let him show you how much he’d improve. How much he worked on his way with words and conversation. Before he even had the chance to show his work you had not only rejected him once again but extinguished any hope from forming.

For once in these past few months when Jisoo had been the most talkative he had ever been in his life, he found himself speechless again.

“Soo?”

“I’m . . . proud of you. Really.”

The awkward air was too much for your to bare, so you left right after. Not a goodbye or even a wave.

Instead he watched as you swiftly made your exit. A frown laced your exquisite features.

He then spotted a man. He looked quite a bit older than you. Elegant and refined, he wore a classic black suit with a long coat draped on his back. Short leather gloves that no doubt hid hands as attractive as his own face. His hair was somehow darker than the one Jisoo was born with.

But what struck the young trainee the most was the man’s pine green eyes. It was like a forest one could easily get lost in. A cliche description he knew. But it was the best he could think of.

Jisoo doesn’t realize the trance he was in until the man suddenly turned straight at him —

— and smirked.

People often saw Jisoo leave early during drinking parties. They chalked it up to his shy nature and he didn’t really have a good tolerance.

In reality it was mostly because he found a perfect victim to vent out his frustrations on that night.

It was usually a person too drunk to even understand or realize what was going on.

“Useless.” He muttered, kicking the random man’s stomach before the latter curled up in the floor in pain.

“Stop! Please stop!”

Jisoo scoffed at his protest. His red eye held no light as he continued his ministrations. This time stomping on the stranger’s cheek. “Utter piece of shit.”

The man stops protesting. All that could be heard in the cold chill of the night, was sounds of harsh impacts and Jisoo’s complaints and self deprecating words.

“Too mature? Bah. Bet that was all a fucking lie. They just couldn’t fuck a pathetic piece of shit like me.” Jisoo gave one last stomp, aiming specifically towards the man’s hazel eyes that reminded him of the person that took you.

Wait.

Eyes. Green Eyes.

That man was the CEO of Celestial Entertainment. A man known to be cut-throat and ruthless. A man who’s infamous for his apathetic nature regarding business. He probably saw your potential and thought that putting you in a group would dim it down.

Ace.

That’s it! You didn’t want to actually go solo. Jisoo understood now. Why was he so stupid?

You were just forced by that smug-faced bastard.

He leaned down, happily whispering in a sing-songy voice to his victim. “Thanks man. You really helped.”

“Woah.” A familiar cheerful voice resonated from behind him.

Jisoo froze.

He was done for. He was going to jail. This was it.

No, he had to calm down. Think rationally. He studied for this goddamn it.

Jisoo slowly spun his head. The happy expression on his face was instantly replaced with a horrified one. A look of confusion, fear and sadness. “Daehyun - 형 . . . he . . he came unto me— “

“Shit bro. No worries I got you covered.”

With rejection came realization. With charm came blind support. And with the right words and proper delivery, any person could be swayed.

“Wanna go drink after this?”

“You paying?”

Jisoo wished, for the good of everyone else and himself, that this green-eyed monster would not freely give rejection as you did.

[ TRANSLATIONS ]

형 - hyeong - older brother (not literal). honorific used by men towards those who are older (also men).

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

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gege-wondering-around · 19 days

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The Sheriff about Derek

During the end scene of the movie, during Derek's funeral, Noah talks to Eli about the jeep and I wanna dig deeper into it.

You know, I’m not sure how your dad would feel about me giving you the Jeep. But, um, something tells me it’s the right thing to do.

This is the first thing Noah says to Eli about the jeep and also about his father and it's strange that he says that, cause at the beginning of the show they haven't had the best friendship since Derek was basically a fugitive and the Sheriff had to catch him somehow. But, during the later seasons they become somewhat 'friends', yet to me it doesn't look like they knew each other so well in the seasons to actually ends up as they are in the film.

So, maybe after Stiles left for the FBI and Noah had learned that Derek wasn't the bad guy of the situation, they grew closer since they both fight for justice in their own way, in fact Derek helps Noah whenever a case looks a little too much supernatural.

Yet, maybe they talked a lot and not only about work cause Noah, in that bit of dialogue, seemed to know Derek rather well despite the little time we see them together on screen.

Maybe they talked about Stiles and how he ended up being Derek's anchor or something similiar which made them stick close during the time between the end of season 6 and the beginning of the movie; which could explain why he feels like it's the right thing to do - to give the jeep to Eli and with it all that comes - despite being aware of Derek's feelings about it - maybe it was a mixture of such deep emotions that were so in contrast that he loved and hated it at the same time for different reason but ultimately, he ended up in love with it despite feeling something else too.

And then Eli answers him

He hated that jeep

Which means Eli probably knows about the hateful and maybe even resentfull part of Derek's feelings for the jeep, maybe he even felt betrayed or hurt by just looking at the car. But he isn't aware of the other half of them, which maybe explains why Noah changes the course of the conversation talking about how, metaphorically, the jeep was Derek.

After my son left it behind, Derek towed it in, thinking it was probably beyond repair. But then he opened up the hood and he pulled off all the duct tape Stiles had stuck on it. And he managed to fix it.

This basically says how deep care and love can put back together things that hold together by weak - or non permanent - solutions. Derek took it and put in all the effort to get it back to function despite believing it was beyond repair and that it would've ended up as a useless attempt, but he was wrong. He put in the effort, the time and care while also being mindfull of what the jeep meant to Stiles - cause why would he ever even try to put the car back together it if didn't mean anything to him? he did it thinking of a reason of why it would be good to have the jeep functioning again - and fixed it. Probably surprising many he managed to do that and maybe Stiles knows about it, or maybe he doesn't.

That Jeep, no matter what’s been done to it, it just keeps running. He could never figure out why it wouldn’t break down and stay down. And I don’t think he ever realized that that’s exactly the way we saw him.

This is literally Noah telling Eli how his father, just like the jeep, never gave up and somehow, despite almost everyone knowing he was broken and damaged and therefore probably useless to even try to help, he ended up beinf the man that he was, the 'force of nature' that never shuts down but just keeps running.

Derek never rsally gave up. He changed and was hurt, learned and taught, he kept believing that - maybe - there was more than just sorrow ahead and he found his peace. He had a son and a nice, calm life. Derek never stopped being alive despite having many reasonable excuses to just leave everyone behind and hide somewhere else, but he never did. He kept being there for everyone and helped people as best as he could, he only way he thought he knew.

Just like the jeep never definitely shutted down forever, so did Derek. Somehow they managed to push further and with other's help - which could mean Stiles for both or the pack for Derek - they ended up in good people's care.

The jeep ended up being fix by Derek and Derek had Eli and a good life despite the odds.

Then Noah goes on...

I have never seen anyone take the kind of punishment that Derek Hale took… And kept taking… In order to protect the people he loved.

This is almost self-explanatory...

Noah, after understanding who Derek Hale was, was able to see the way he just kept adding weights on his shoulders. How Derek never really forgave himself for what happened - which could be many things, like the fire because of Kate or what happened with Boyd - and just kept it all inside, almost stabbing himself with guilt from the past and pain from the present; from still fighting and protecting the people he cared for.

Noah says 'punishment' and not another word, he chooses it among hundreds of other words to describe Derek. He says how he just kept taking all the pain and suffering to protect the people he loved, which we have various examples of:

When he lost his Alpha power for taking too much pain from Cora and saving her

When he stood by Stiles' side despite him being possessed by the nogitsune and still fighting for him

When he saved Jennifer from Boys and Cora and didn't even fight them back, not really

Noah knew Derek better than most and he wanted Eli to know his father was a great man.

I'll probably edit this tomorrow and add more

#derek hale #derek x stiles #noah stilinski #teen wolf theories #teen wolf #teen wolf movie #the sheriff

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maochira · 5 months

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I've posted about this months ago, but I feel like it's time for me to open up a bit again.

This blog mainly consists of dad and big brother fics and headcanons, thanks to my massive father and big brother complexes. Writing these fics and headcanons has helped my mental health A LOT because they brought (and still bring) me a lot of comfort and I put my own life experiences in some fics. They gave me a chance to at least imagine experiencing a normal childhood.

There's people who read what I write who told me they don't have a good relationship with their family members, and that my writings bring them a lot of comfort. I'm so happy I can help some people, because I've been through so much myself.

Writing these family fics was like taking back control. Writing my own scenarios and having control over them. Especially whenever I write dad!Ego because he's not really the type of character most people would expect to be a good father. And writing him as a good father helped me a lot.

TW: talks about emotional and physical abuse, child neglect and trauma

I grew up in an abusive household. I mainly went through emotional abuse, but also physical. I was manipulated, controlled and neglected. I escaped that household when I was kicked out of it when I was 13, and even after that my abusers still found ways to damage me.

One abuser was my ex-stepfather, who is completely out of my life now. He abused me the most and even though he was supposed to be a second father figure, he made me go through hell. My mother divorced him shortly before I turned 16 and her new boyfriend is SO MUCH better

But oh well, my mother was my other abuser. But I was more neglected than abused by her because she was at work so much I saw her 1 or 2 days a week despite living at her place. I always visited my father on weekends and during holidays but not being allowed to visit him was used as a threat to make me "behave correctly."

By now my mother has acknowledged her mistakes and apologized. Doesn't make what she did okay but she doesn't behave like she did anymore. My mother and I have a better relationship nowadays.

I've been living with my father since I got kicked out of my previous home at 13. But I still had to go through awful stuff even after escaping my abusers. (My dad is great btw he never did anything to hurt me, he always wanted the best for me and tried to help)

When I was 14 I spent 3 months in a mental hospital. I was diagnosed with multiple things, PTSD was one of them. That therapist assigned the wrong event to my PTSD, though. That mental hospital wasn't the best experience in general.

I tried looking for help ever since I was 11. Teachers, a social worker, CPS and a psychologist literally watched me being in misery and I never got proper help until late 2019 when I was 15 and finally got a good therapist.

On top of that comes the fact that I've shown signs of being autistic, or at least neurodivergent in general, ever since I was a kid so I barely understood the way the world is anyways. (I have no autism diagnosis but an okay from a therapist to say I'm autistic. I usually call myself neurodivergent because having PTSD makes me neurodivergent anyways. I still want to dig deeper and talk to my dad about how exactly I was as a child especially before the abuse happened.)

Trauma rewires your brain. The brain can't develop properly if it's constantly in survival mode.

But I survived. I have the damage, but I survived.

And I'm in control over myself now.

#💟 mao meows #tw vent #cw vent

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aheckinmess · 14 days

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Weak Spot (Dad Sukuna)

(Part 1 of Cursed, Not Cute.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Dad Sukuna, OC Child, Mildly Out of Character?, I Mean I Tried, I Really Tried to Keep Him in Character, Given the Circumstances, But Just in Case, Sukuna's Daughter, And Yes She Has His Sass

Word Count: 1,021 words

Summary: After Ryomen Sukuna has complete control of Japan as the King of Curses, he has a child that he's determined to train into a vessel of villainy, just like him. Things don't exactly go according to plan.

Sukuna should have seen it coming the second the damned woman told him she was with child. A night of passion and lust had resulted in a child of his own. One that he knew would be hellbent on destruction, just like him.

“I will raise you to be stronger even than me.” Flames reflected in his red eyes as he glared over the crumbled city below. He rocked her in his arms to the cadence of screaming victims below. “You cannot be weak if you’re going to inherit my legacy.”

A little girl with pink and brown hair looked up at him, babbling and cooing with a radiant smile. A smile reflecting paternal affection, dependence, and unyielding trust.

These were emotions he’d always thought he’d easily dismiss when the child was born. But truth be told? She wrapped him around her finger a little more with every passing day.

“We will rule this world together, you and I.” He promised.

The moment he felt such buzzing warmth for her, he should have killed her. Hell, he should have killed Asuka as soon as she’d said she was pregnant. Killed two birds with one stone.

But now, looking into his daughter’s eyes, his resolve crumbled. Her dark, pleading eyes squeezed a part of his soul that should have been dead long ago. He grit his teeth, raising his hand again to slice off her head. She’s just another obstacle in my reign of terror and misery! She has to go!

So what stopped him?

Those eyes. Those wide, loving eyes. Eyes that still stared at him with trust and adoration even as he held her life in the balance. A respect for her father that stood unshakeable even in the face of death.

“Are you going to kill me, Father?” Her lip quivered, though he’d long since taught her to be brave and keep her head high during her final moments.

Sukuna, for once, found himself speechless. With a roar, he threw his hands down before pacing across the balcony. Four sets of knuckles gripped the railing until they turned white, flattening metal with his great strength. This damn child. This. Damn. Child!

“I apologize, Father.” Her soft voice floated over to him. “I never intended for my weakness to cause you dishonor.”

“Silence.” Sukuna’s throat tightened in his fury.

The sound of crackling flames drowned out the silence between them as she listened obediently. Perhaps that’s why I’m so remiss to end her life. She's strong. Strong and obedient. Sukuna’s eyes met the gaze of a frantic woman clutching her child to her chest on the street as a curse cornered both of them. He flicked his wrist and the woman and her child dropped in a bloody mass without a second thought.

“I raised you to carry on my legacy,” He growled, slamming his fist down against the damaged metal and turning to her. For once, his brows wrinkled with pain, something he hadn’t felt in years. “Yet you stand before me, unwilling to follow the path of destruction I’ve set. Do you think I would just support your path of good fortune to others?!”

Her second set of hands always gave her away. While the bottom pair stayed by her side, she hid the top pair behind her back, fidgeting as her eyes glistened.

“No, sir.” She whispered.

“Do you expect me to accept such weakness from my own flesh and blood?!”

“No, sir.”

“Then what do you expect, Besu?!” He snapped, digging his nails into her cheeks as his frustration mounted.

“I don’t know.” She admitted.

Blood marred the sides of her face as he tried one more time to use his great strength to bring her a swift end. But he could only watch the blood drip from her chin before he pulled his hand back.

“Well, I don’t know either!” He huffed, raking two hands through his hair as the other two rested on his hips. With a heavy sigh, he responded as softly as the Curse King had ever dared. “I know what I should do.”

She didn’t say anything, and neither of them needed to. Sukuna knew she was a brilliant child. She was his offspring, after all. So she knew he should kill her, as opposed to giving her a gentle ending. They both knew he lacked gentleness with everyone.

Everyone but her. Why her?! I killed Asuka as soon as Besu no longer needed her milk. So why? Why, why, why?!

“I love you.”

Those words. Those damned words! Only she had ever uttered them. He’d never found a need for them from anyone else.

He whipped his hand around and bruised her cheek with the flat of his palm. She barely flinched and kept her back straight.

She knew not to say such things. She knew. Words had power. Those three little words already drove him to his knees as he rubbed a thumb over the growing welt, healing it in seconds.

“Love is weak.” He hissed, looking directly into her eyes. “I’ve told you that time and time again, Besu. You know that love is weak and…and…” He paused, waiting for the anger to pummel relentlessly into her before he broke. “And…and dammit, I love you too!” He clutched her against his chest. “I love you and I hate it!”

For those few moments he could only hold her and wish she were a newborn again, reveling in the fallen world with him. He wished she were not this sweet and precious 7-year-old holding his heart in the palm of her hands as she told him she didn’t want to be evil. He wished he did not feel this overwhelming urge to protect her until his dying breath. He wished he did not enjoy the relief that flooded him knowing she still breathed against his chest, trusting him with every inhale and exhale.

No. He wished he did not have a daughter at all. Because for the first time in history, Ryomen Sukuna had a weak spot.

And he knew it wouldn’t take long for the world to notice.

#jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #child oc #Dad Sukuna #Angst #Ryomen Sukuna's Original Form #Mildly Out of Character?#I Mean I Tried #I Really Tried to Keep Him in Character #Given the Circumstances #But Just in Case #Ryomen Sukuna Has a Daughter #And Yes #She Inherited His Sass

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ninjastormhawkkat · 3 months

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“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

😈

(You have no idea what you just unleashed.) "It's okay Becky. I got you sweetheart. Just stay with me please." Two Brains tried to stay calm. He knew if he got emotional right then and there it would do only more damage than what has already been done. But he was only human, okay part human now, but still. He could feel his willpower trying to force himself to remain calm and collected failing. He could feel the logical side of his brain being overpowered by raw emotions. The image of seeing his child bloodied, bruised, broken, clinging on to the fabric of life. How was any sane or insane person supposed to react to this type of situation? How was any parent supposed to keep calm and cool with their child's body being all but limp before their eyes! The only thing left of Dr. Two Brains that is helping and hurting the scientist is deep paternal instincts that are driving him to focus on caring and saving his daughter from a horrible demise. Becky was shaking in his arms. Two Brains had no idea where Bob was....he had no idea where Huggy's body laid. Becky, in her tattered Wordgirl costume looked up at her dad. Two Brains could see the fear in her eyes. He could see the foreboding look in them as well. She knew what was happening. One thing Two Brains could not see were any tears of either pain or fear. Tears like he had right now falling down his face. Becky coughed up blood. She was trying to say something. "I..Is everyone okay?" Becky shakily asked. She was mustering what was left of her strength to try and speak. Two Brains gave a forced smile. He wasn't surprised that even now she was thinking about the safety and wellbeing of others before her own. 'My little hero.' The mad scientist mournfully thought. "Yeah starlight. They are alright you saved them." Dr. Two Brains shakily replied. Becky gave a soft smile. "I did a good job as a hero?" She asked as tears finally appeared in her eyes. Her smile did not falter. "You did good. Don't worry you...you did so good." Dr. Two Brains choked out as his emotions were making him hard to speak. Becky took a deep and haggard breath, mustering every last part of her, to quietly mutter, "I love you dad." Two Brains could only helplessly watch the light fade out from his little star. (As for the person Wordgirl had her final battle with. Yeah they are dead too. So no revenge.) @erraticeris @melodythebunny

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #angst #tw: character death #tw: child death #tw: blood #tw: gore #prompt #erraticeris #answered ask #bob/captain huggy face #dr two brains #becky boxleitner au

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howlingday · 11 months

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If mama Harley can handle ren let’s see how she handles the big guns….and by that I mean the emotional mess that is Ruby

"C'mon in, sweetheart." Harley sweetly offered from the doorway. "I promise I won't bite on the first session."

Ruby gave a nervous chuckle as she passed Harley and sat herself on the couch. Since arriving in Beacon only a few weeks ago, it seemed Harley- er, Dr. Quinn was comfortable enough to move herself in. Her diplomas hung from the walls, though a few looked like they were taped together from torn shreds. But her friends gave their words that these sessions were good for them.

"It's a joke, ah course." She seated herself in the comfy chair across from her. "Somthin tah put yah at ease."

"Uh, thank you." Ruby let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous about this."

"An why is that?" Jaune's mom asked. "Is it because I used to be a criminal?"

"You did?" Ruby asked, more curious than afraid.

"Mhm, and I used to be one of the worst people in Gotham." Dr. Quinn nodded. "But then I learned bettah, an now I help girls like you learn bettah."

"What would I need to learn better?"

"What do yah want tah be bettah at?"

"Um..." Ruby scratched her head. "I'm kind of confused."

"Hm, well..." She tapped her chin. "What do you think yer not good at?"

"I guess," Ruby closed her eyes as she spoke, "I don't think I'm a good leader sometimes, but I think I'm getting better at it."

"That's good." She scribbled in her notes. "What makes you think you're not a good leader?"

"Well," Ruby twiddled her thumbs, "I kind of get my team into trouble. Like when Roman Torchwick got a hold of an Atlas Paladin, there was... a lot of damage that the school promised they would cover."

"And you feel it was your fault?"

"Wouldn't you?" Ruby asked. "I mean, have you ever led a team?"

"Several, sweetie." Harley beamed. "And you bettah believe I got us into trouble. But I also got us outta trouble. That's what leadahs do, right?"

"I... I guess..." Ruby sighed. "I just wish Mom warned me before she..."

The room was quiet, save for the novelty clock on the wall. Much like the face of the clock, the space was open for interpretation, with the numbers piled on the bottom perfectly representing Ruby's self-esteem. Unlike on the clock, however, Harley could actually pick up the pieces here.

"I know this might sound cliché, but why don't ya tell me about yer mothah?"

"She was... She was my hero. From what I can remember, she was everything I wanted to be. She was strong, brave, pretty, made the best cookies ever." Ruby chuckled, then sighed. "But then she left one night. I never got the chance to say good-bye, or I love you, or... anything. Not until I was standing in front of her grave."

"That must've been hard fer you." Harley said.

"Yeah." Ruby sniffed. "It was. Until I left for Beacon, I would always visit her grave and just... talk to her."

"What did you talk about?"

"School. Yang. Dad. Uncle Qrow. Anything that I thought she would normally ask me about." Ruby wiped her eye with her finger. Harley pushed the box of tissues closer to her. "Sometimes, though, I wish," Ruby gulped before taking a tissue, "I wish I could see her again. Even if she really was gone. Just so I knew what happened to her."

Ruby blew her nose and sniffed. Harley set her notes down and took a tissue herself. Doctor-patient confidentiality meant any tears shed by either of them would be kept quiet on her end. Ruby's end, not so much, but it was something she was willing to risk.

"Ruby," Harley blew into her hankie, "when you stepped into my office, you were very nervous. Scared, too, I bet. But now you're here, showing your emotions with a stranger. That takes guts, and I can't speak for yer mothah, but I want you to know that, as a mothah, I'm proud of you."

"Th-Thank you." Ruby sniffed.

#rwby #jaune quinn au #dc #harleen quinzel #harley quinn #ruby rose #rwby au #mama harley au

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Hi Salty~ Hope you're doing great in college! Here's the next set of gifts! You were correct in guessing Hoffnar!

With how I saw tricky was drawn before by Krinkles, I decided to not make him chubby, Instead, I gave him less definition in the musculature.

Speaking of Tricky, I needed to make him gross. Hank shot this guy a lot.

And finally, Sheriff. He was rather fun to do, I only noticed when I colored him that he looks like my dad a bit. oops.

Krystal, these are fantastic. Just straight up, I almost don't have words for how good these are haha. :D 💕

To actually give feedback though, starting with Hofnarr, I really like how friendly you made him seem, it's almost like he's ":-)" incarnate. Given his job, it also makes a lot of sense that he'd be devoid of any of the scars other grunts would have, and it's the same with his softer pads. Also, I find it really funny that he's technically taller than Sheriff, but it makes complete sense given how Tricky is. I guess I never considered how tall Hof actually would be, so this is cool. I also don't believe I've mentioned it before, but I think you do the profile view of grunts really well; you show just enough features to make it realistic and allow them to wear glasses and such, but don't abandon the fact that grunts don't have human features like us. It's just perfect.

And the doodles for Hof too, omg, he's so sweet in them. 100/10, would absolutely watch T.V. and be friends with him and Jeb as Phobos and Crackpot fume in the background.

With Tricky, I really like how you drew him in general, I think the shades/colors you went with fit together nicely. To get more into it though, I love how you detailed each of his injuries (including those on his hands, which are a very nice touch), and I can actually recognize some as being from the animations. It's just amazing attention to detail and continuity, as always haha, and that's not to mention the little doodles on the side again too! I always feel like you capture the characters so well with them, and here it's especially obvious with his facial expressions (and his ongoing feud with Hank lol). Honestly, I feel like this made me love Tricky even more, which is an achievement haha.

Finally, with Sheriff (who apparently looks a bit like your Dad lol), I absolutely love the fact that he's unharmed except for the shot to his head, and that he has soft pads. Given his [cowardly] disposition, it makes sense that he wouldn't have too much damage or signs of serious work. Yet he has his claws sharpened for supposed combat, which could play into the whole thing he has of acting more intimidating than he actually is. With the doodles, I also like the clothing you went with for him (especially the bolo tie, it's the perfect touch!) and again, I really like the varied emotions you give him here.

Really, I'm just blown away yet again, thank you for these! They're going in the ref pile with the rest of them. :) ❤❤❤❤

#Also I love that the Player was wearing Hank's shirt #you're just so good at this I cannot lol #Sheriff's definitely gonna have a tough time with Church and Jorge there haha #FAV #krystalkitdemi #other's art #Look at this. I love this.#chat tag

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jellyfishdoodler · 3 months

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Three years ago yesterday, my friend took his own life and I still miss him almost every day. I hope he would like this little piece.

I also wrote something under the cut- mostly just kinda rambling about him but its more just for me.

Take care of yourselves out there and I beg of you, if you are struggling, please reach out to somebody. Because if you leave then you will be so dearly missed by more people than you know.

You are loved, you are cared for, you matter so somebody.

Take care 💛

I think about you a lot.

But the things that come to mind are mostly about the video games you used to play with me.

You adored the giant mushrooms in minecraft. We explored far lands and deep caves together. You always killed the mobs for me because I was scared of dying even though we had Keep Inventory on. We would have long strip mining sessions and talk about how we were doing. Tell jokes and stories from our lives or just quietly enjoy each other's company. You always got so excited to see any of the in-game critters. You would have loved the cherry blossoms they added.

You always picked dark green in Among Us but always changed your hat for silly situations. Once you thought I was smart for going back and killing you while you were behind the Admin table, but I was just panicking. We laughed about it in the lobby after I lost. I tried looking for screenshots but I think they got lost. But we'd always run around the boxes while we waited.

You loved to wear the cute outfits in Animal Crossing. I gave you the pretty umbrella and it became your favorite item. We gathered on my island like it was a party to catch shooting stars and spin our umbrellas in unison in between the showers. I remember you lighting up like the sun when you got the New Horizons themed Switch for a really good price because it was in a small local game shop everyone overlooked.

You enjoyed playing Grounded in early access. Telling me how decorating your base was your favorite part even though you couldn't sit in the little grassblade chairs. There's been a major update with story and more items added. It's also multiplayer now...

I would give almost anything in the world to be able to play with you again, Gydeon.

I think about you a lot.

You were deeply protective and loved your friends with your whole chest every day. Even when it was damaging to you.

We would talk privately outside the server we met in. Saying how so many of them were in the wrong for so much of the drama they caused and that what they were doing was not okay. But they were our friends. We held each other's hands while walking on eggshells together. Trying to settle their emotions and each other's when we had nothing left to give.

I still remember your bright laugh. I remember your sleepy mumbles not wanting to leave the group call when it got late in your timezone. I remember you being bored out of your mind while you waited in your dad's car. I remember you getting furious over the actions of someone and losing your cool. I remember you being so excited when you figured out and came out as Pansexual. You decorated all your avatars with Pan flag stickers and were so giddy to find out that part of yourself. I remember you joking about your depression. I remember you being down low and I remember how we would go online and play together to escape for a while.

I think about you a lot.

Finger snapping has become a stim for me because you taught me that the sound comes from when your finger thumps against your palm.

Whenever I need to feel brave I think about you standing up for what was right even though you got backlash for it.

You had so much courage and pride but the thing you inspired in me most was to choose kindness above all else. No matter what. Its easy to be rude and angry and violent. It takes a strong spine and head to be able to let petty shit go and to choose to remain soft and gentle in spite of everything.

I think about you a lot.

Its been 3 years and I still hold some guilt in my heart for what happened. I don't think it will ever go away and I almost don't want it to, but I've worked hard to make it bearable. Your memory still weighs heavily in my chest when I think about you, but it's more like a comfortable weighted blanket rather than an unrelenting mountain trying to swallow me whole.

You were an incredible young man and I'm one of the luckiest people in the world to say I was able to meet you. Even if the time spent with you was far, far too short.

You were funny. You were smart. You were the kindest, sweetest person I have ever had the honor to get to know.

You were one of my close friends and I miss you dearly, Gydeon. I love you, buddy.

#personal #TW suicide #suicide #my art #we all have our own personal battles and unfortunately he lost his #if you think for one moment you wont be misses when you are gone you are wrong #it will have more of a rippling affect than you could ever realize #you are cared for #i promise you that

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melxhunter · 6 months

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You got to be kidding with me… I seriously have to write a four pages essay about copyright?????

And add downsides of it? What kind of downsides does copyright have? Are there even any?

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chidoroki · 9 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 109

Chapter 109: “Keep Going”

Once again loving the Oliver & Paula team up even if they’re simply keeping watch together while everyone else is trying to get some rest.

This is such a good moment for Emma. Yeah it hurts seeing how much she’s doubting herself and her choices along with all the fear and anxiety she’s feeling, but it makes her feel more real and human, ya know? She may have plot armor and a boundless amount of optimism like a majority of shonen protags typically have, but this is a great reminder of how she’s still just a thirteen year old kid trying to keep everything together and act like the leader her family needs her to be without falling apart due to all the stress and hardships of recent events. I know I compared this moment to Emma hating herself in s2ep5 once or twice before but that’s only because that moment was the closest thing we would ever get to seeing her doubts like this. Goes without saying but this moment is superior than that randomly added scene by far though. No doubt about it.

It is so ridiculously unfair to get her hopes (& ours) up like this.

I get how Emma’s quick thinking to step in is what managed to have the bullet graze Chris’ head rather than it deal a lethal head shot, but I still don’t understand how said graze was enough to put this child in a coma.. like by definition a simple graze shouldn’t cause that much damage or bleeding, much like Yuugo’s bullet that grazed Emma’s cheek when the escapees first arrived at the shelter, sooo what?

This is all a handful of my favorite Yuugo quotes honestly. He just seems so profound and inspiring. The part about “unfavorable results” and “continuing to strive anyway” makes me wanna believe Emma held onto these words specifically when she eventually creates the new promise and hears about the reward the demon god asks of her.

Ahh my heart is gonna break all over again, especially with that last head pat. Makes me wish we had a moment like this between Lucas and Oliver, or at least more detailed look of the flashback between them that we’re shown next chapter.

Don’t feel bad Emma, both bunker dads feel like a dream to us too with how the second season left us feeling.

I wish had more to say about Yuugo’s last flashback other than it being straight up depressing and making me somehow wonder now of all times if these WM pens have an endless battery life to function properly for so many years, but I’m so thankful the escapees showed up just moments before this man pulled the trigger on himself.

Honestly a bit relieved all this didn’t get animated because if simply reading his internal dialogue is enough to make my heart ache, then hearing him speak with such a soft, upsetting and regretful tone while some sad as hell soundtrack played over all his memories would’ve definitely made me sob.

Sseeing/hearing the aftermath of an explosion that took the lives of both your father figures is certainly not the best way to start your morning.

We’re not gonna talk about it took me a good year or so after first reading this chapter to realize that this dream of Yuugo’s actually gave Lucas both his arms and removed the scar off his face.

I need to join in on this hug too. This chapter makes me feel many emotions and none of them are good.

Favorite panel/moment:

Well, okay, of course there’s one good thing about the chapter I guess, but sorry to both Emma and Yuugo and all their precious moments, but this spot belongs to Ray. I love how Ray knows Emma’s not in the right state of mind to give orders or calm everyone down while she’s so concerned over Chris, so my boy steps into the leader role for the time being and everyone follows him without question. Honestly wish we got to see him in such a position more often.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years

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Oh, y’all, I was hoping to get Part 2 of Pink Scarf out today, but instead I’m all up in my feels and wrote a stupidly long post about EP to mark this 45th year of his passing…I’m sharing it here because it seems the best place to do so.

45 years ago today, the world lost an icon. Elvis Presley’s early death, at just 42, shocked millions. Elvis was more than just an entertainer; he is a facet of American culture and history, changing the landscape of both and paving the way for many artists after him.

I’m so grateful that I’ve been able to reconnect with and rekindle my love for Elvis this summer. For a lot of reasons, this season of my life has been very challenging and uncertain, and in June, I was at the height of emotions related to all of it. It feels serendipitous that it was also the moment I discovered there was an Elvis movie coming out, and thus began my deep dive into the trove of information related to him and the movie. This has been a welcome distraction and fuel for my other passions of music and writing. It may seem silly to some, but I find him endlessly fascinating—a one of a kind charismatic, talented, beautiful, tragic, and tremendously flawed human.

My dad loved Elvis, and I will forever cherish being able to share that love with him and my mom. I have so many fun memories of watching his concerts with them and listening to Elvis CDs blasting at full volume in the middle of the night when my dad would go on an Elvis kick. That kind of joy and fun is contagious! It bonds you.

This week is one of strong emotions. I find it strangely fitting that Dad died almost 35 years to the day after Elvis and exactly 54 years after EP’s mother, Gladys. Honestly, I hope they are all out there somewhere in the ether having a good time together! Regardless, while I feel deep sadness this week, there is also the celebration and homage of lives that made a profound impact on others (albeit on a different scale!).

I know that EP struggled a lot in those last years with his purpose, thinking that no one would remember him or wondering if he’d done anything of any value in his life. To me (and millions of fans with more fervor than mine), I ultimately think that Elvis brings people together through music and his beautiful and tragic life story. He makes us feel. That was, and continues to be, his superpower, and why, 45 years after his death, his otherworldly magnetism is still drawing in new generations of fans.

I will always be tremendously frustrated with the sensationalist way his death was treated and how it affected his legacy. Finally, after 45 years, some light has been shed on the subject—Elvis did not die of a drug overdose or even simply from complications from prescription drug use. He was very, very ill, and his heart gave out. It is likely that he would’ve died early with or without the drugs.

I highly recommend reading Elvis: Destined to Die Young by Sally Hoedel. According to her extensive research, Elvis had several conditions (many of which he suffered from since childhood/were genetic) that detrimentally affected nine out of his 11 body systems, including (but not limited to):

- severe glaucoma & iritis,

- Chronic insomnia,

- Hirschsprung’s disease (bowel paralysis due to missing nerve cells in the colon that would’ve caused excruciating pain) resulting in megacolon,

- an immune system disorder called hypogammaglobulinemia (an under active immune system) resulting in frequent infections and left untreated, can lead to heart, lung, and digestive damage, Crohn’s, and cancer. (We know that Elvis suffered chronic infections throughout his life, especially tonsillitis, ear infections, sore throats, fevers, intestinal infections, and flus)

- Presence of the genetic disorder Alpha 1 Antitrypsin Deficiency (a condition affecting the liver, lungs, and heart which is now believed to be what killed his mother at such an early age)

- Congenital heart disease & hypertension

- Cushing’s disease

- adrenal insufficiency

- Anemia

- Rheumatoid arthritis and Reactive arthritis

- Enlarged spleen

- Enlarged liver/non alcoholic hepatitis

- Diabetes

- COPD (Based on the combination of many of these, Elvis may very well have suffered from Common Variable Immunodeficiency Disease or CVID.)

- And finally, his prescription drug addiction. Having so many conditions had him relying on, and eventually abusing, many prescription drugs just to function, especially as his touring and performing schedule demands increased.

I am amazed that Elvis could even function at all with even a fraction of these conditions, much less perform physically demanding shows twice a day and tour.

I truly hope Elvis is at peace and that he knows what a tremendous impact he’s made and continues to make on the world. I hope he can see what a wonderful job Austin and Baz did portraying him. I’m so happy that new generations are discovering him and his legacy. I hope we can continue it in for generations to come!

In memory of Elvis Aaron Presley

January 8th, 1935-August 16th, 1977

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis 2022 #if you’re looking for trouble #you came to the right place #elvis movie #my heart #austin butler elvis #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis the king #elvis music #personal #Pink Scarf #sorry guys

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carito-dorito · 1 year

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The way Billy parentifies Max reminds me how much I had to "parentify" my own younger brother (He's AFAB, so he grew up being seen as a girl)

I saw this other post on how antis say Billy was supposedly "isolating" Max when he didn't but just picked her up. That is a teenager doing what he was ordered by an authoritarian figure rather than someone who wants to hurt her entirely.

My dad would have this weird view within me and my older brother of: "take care of your sibling but do not discipline them" to a point it was frustrating because him being the kid outside his marriage he'd give him more stuff and attention he gave to us because he has ADHD but also being so permissive to a point whenever he did a mistake or made us feel bad my dad excused him for everything.

Also the infantilisation of Max by Neil is an interesting point to analyze since he allows her to go and see her friends to a certain point. Enjoy comic books and movies her age, something Billy wasn't. Everything I did as a kid was criticised by my dad, my hobbies, my interests, etc. He even allowed my brother to play instruments while he criticised me for wanting to choose violin and piano making me lose complete interest on playing instruments (despite my dad being a complete fan of classical music) Even showing basic emotions to my dad was something "childish" and "vile", but those childish things were okay for my younger brother.

And yeah we also did react like Billy did to Max but because we were tired of always being conditioned to just serve to our younger brother and being unable to understand neurodivergency at all even when we (me mostly, adhd+autism) were also neurodivergent. I remember pulling my younger brother's long hair at the time because of a prank he did or just hitting them because I was tired of being his nanny and my resentment towards him (and how I was raised by my mom and treated at my schools which was mostly hitting) and my older brother also used to hit me as well whenever he tried to give me some discipline and I couldn't say anything about it.

My older brother went misdiagnosed with bipolar disorder and went through a series of bad treatments that damaged him a lot + being kicked out of university was a very damaging thing going on our family. So I had to assume this role of being the scapegoat of my dad meanwhile my younger brother was given this treatment of "don't tell him anything bc he's disabled" and letting him do whatever he wanted and wished while I couldn't.

Last time with my therapist when I mentioned her how I reacted with reactive abuse in my family because of generational trauma she told me: "sometimes is done by people who are not trying to do damage." and it resonated with me, because many people will repeat those cycles involuntarily and not willingly like Neil's. Billy had serious issues dealing with behavior and temperament but that's because he was carrying this role of caregiver. Neil used physical abuse as a dynamic to terrorise Billy and have him under his control while Billy was reactive.

And honestly even tho my dad never reacted physically with me, but he threatened me and gaslighted me a lot I grew up confused, exhausted and broken because of given roles I wasn't supposed to take at all.

#the perks of being a glass child while being also disabled yourself #billy hargrove

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katsushika-division · 10 months

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Rintaro's Thoughts on Toyama Division

Asato Rikiya

“Hold on...” Rintaro blinked. “There's deadass a farmer in the Divison Rap Battles. What is he gonna do rap about how I should eat my veggies?” Rintaro burst into laughter. “Chuohku really lets anyone join, don't they? I mean, look no further than us. I know looks can be deceiving, though, so let's see what this guy is about.” Rintaro looks at the photo of the farmer. “Although this guy looks like he wouldn't know an emotion even if it hit him straight in the face.”

Yano Ietsuna

“Wait a minute … that's Crybaby Yano!” Rintaro barks out laughing. “Looks like he hasn't changed a bit. Back when I was in university I had to take an art class that I.. didn't do all too hot in. So, in order to get some extra credit, I had to do some work for an art studio. One of the options they gave me was Glassara Glass Studio, and I chose it mainly because of how glassblowing involves fire. It wasn't all that bad but goddamn this bitch was so annoying constantly crying over every little critic. I swear I wanted to shove him in the furnace to get him to shut up sometimes. I’m not joking either.”

Kensaku Morimoto

“Hey, it's Dr. Mori. His company is the one we get all our medications from. Me? I get meds for these.” Rintaro lifted up his shirt to his entire torso covered in several horrifying burn scars. “When my bastard of a dad burned the house down, Akari and I were trapped inside, literally burning alive. We survived obviously, but we both suffered severe burns. Thankfully, I took most of the damage, but I was left with seventy percent of my body so badly burnt that the damage even reached my bones.” Rintaro sighs “I have lasting effects from that like my scars constantly flaring up in pain or that they're itching like crazy. Akari has the same problems with her scars and Dr. Mori’s medicine is one of the few things that really works for us. So, for that, he has my thanks.”

ECO BooN

“A farmer, a glassblower, and a medical researcher? That sounds like the beginning of an unfunny joke. Dr. Mori knows a thing or two about those. Sorry to say it, but I'm not holding my breath on them going far in this tournament. There are far more interesting people in it. But what the fuck do I know? They might surprise me."

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #rintaro himura #toyama division #eco boon #asato rikiya #yano ietsuna #kensaku morimoto

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i’m so soft for them 🥹

TC!dad!JK

divorce?

you were just cradling your oldest children not too long ago and swore to them that you and jungkook would be fine but here he is putting it on the table. he’s giving you a choice to be separated from him because in the end, it’s your happiness that matters to him the most.

you’re so glad jungkook vented his feelings to you because the release of his pent of feelings could have been worse yet here you both are talking and crying to each other about how you both feel.

just two souls bruised, damaged, and in love. yes, you’re in love with the big bad monster whose mercilessly killed for his own selfish gain but you’re also in love with the sensitive emotional man behind the monster. you’re in love with the scared boy who just wants to be loved.

years ago, you might have taken the offer to be apart from jungkook in a heartbeat but now, it’s deeper than that. no one has ever loved you as hard and as much as jungkook does. for years, you thought he was this delusional, power-hungry man who wielded a stone as a heart but you’ve grown since then and you see things differently now.

you see him differently.

you’re quiet for a few minutes because you’re thinking long and hard about this. should you stay or go? should you take the kids with you or should you come visit every now and then? should you split the kids with him?

“jungkook, i…i do want to leave but i want to leave with you and the kids” you lift your head up to look jungkook in his teary eyes “i’m not going anywhere without you. so if i leave, i want you to come with me. we can take our kids and live in a small town where no one can bother us. or we can live in a quiet forest, i don’t care. as long as you’re with me, then i’m happy”

~🫧

He actually doesn’t hear the part where you mentioned that you want to leave with him too. So he panics before his brain register your words.

“O-Oh my God.. you gave me a heart attack yn..” he breathes out… He does want to live with you in a small town without any responsibilities with his children, and maybe even make more children with you and watch them all grow up with you together, but..

He cannot abandon his kingdom too.

You are smiling, so sweetly and him, and he’s falling in love with you all over again and he’s falling hard just like he’s always loved you.

“Y-Yn I love you so much and thank you for not leaving me… I really love you a lot.. I know my love is suffocating and overwhelming, but.. I just love you” jungkook cries out, it’s his turn to put his head on your shoulder- he snuggles into you.

You feel like Home you are his home. When he doesn’t see you first thing in the morning? He’s grumpy and he’s angry. Do you really think that he can survive without you? He wouldn’t last a day without you, but he doesn’t need you to know that because he doesn’t want to hold you back anymore.

“Yn… I just want to be happy with you and our children.. this is our paradise.” He whispers, so tenderly. You see a different side of him because he’s a different man with you. You change him for the better every day.

He’s so in love with you that it hurts. You are his first love and you are the mother of his children, you are his dream girl and you are his wife. And he doesn’t want to let you go.

“S-So that means that you’re not gonna divorce me?” he asks you in a way just like jinseoul did the same eyes and expressions filled with tears.

Like father like son.

“Yn… I promise I will get better and I promise I won’t be so immature anymore.. please don’t leave me. I really cannot live without you.”

#ask: tc!jungkook #awwwwwwwww 😭#The way you described him as a big bad wolf that’s so true but he’s such a baby sometimes #🫧 anon

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