#and then accuse you of doing everything they did @u@;; ask me how i know!

[snekdood]

ive been disillusioned with a lot of the left for a while, it's nice to at least see that other ppl see it now, though the reason why kinda fucking sucks.

#i used to think i could trust ppl bc of pride flags in their profile or them being trans or whatever #and then i put allll of my trust in that community not realizing theres a Multitudes of types of ppl in it #aside from even the fact some trans ppl can be nazis- some trans people- as much as it might make us look bad to admit- #are also predators and abusers and want to lie to you and use you for money and sexually abuse you and dump you like trash #and then accuse you of doing everything they did @u@;; ask me how i know! #so on the one hand im happy ppl see it now- it's not that leftists or queer ppl or feminists are better ppl- ppl more worthy to trust- #they're just as diverse and as good and as shitty as any other demographic of people. #you're gonna find shitty people everywhere. obviously you're more likely to find predators on the right but that doesnt mean theres not #plenty on the left too. #at a certain point calling yourself 'on the left' doesnt mean much aside from idk. thinking ppl need basic human rights? #and even then its apparent that some leftists dont think that. so who can say. maybe you wont misgender me? but nah- you will #if i disagree w you or if we get in a fight- i've seen plenty of leftists do this. #i just think the term is useless now. #i think the left is about to fracture into different groups at this point #anyways be weary traveler of ever putting all of ye trust into any group of people. #its possible to like ppl and enjoy being around them and still not fully trust them. and if something tells you to gtfo? you should #also putting all your trust in a group of ppl is a one way ticket into possibly joining a cult on accident #or at the very least a culty friendgroup

[be-good-to-bugs]

i love when my sister tells me she will do something, and its a really important thing, and the just doesnt do it. one of my all time favorite things about her

#the bin #and i especially love how she does this with nearly every single thing i ask her to do or she says she will do #its more likely that she just wont do it #id be more willing to except it if she didnt get so angry at me and accuse me of stuff when SHE forgets to tell me things #she will just lie and say she did tell me and blame my poor memory and schizophrenia. but like. there have been many instances where there #was concrete proof she didnt tell me. AND i write almost everything down #specifically because i forget things! so i have a log of stuff shorly after thibgs happen that i can go back and look at and know #its more reliable than the memory of soneone who doesnr have memory issues becayse its not memory #she ignores that fact that she also forgets things so isntbit equally likely she just forget to tell me? #it botheres me a lot that she will say she eill do something and then stop responding to me for days and then turn around and 'surprise im #coming over todat in 1 hour fuck you' i make such an effort to plan around her schedule as best i can. i dont pry into what shes doing or #why. i know ehich days she works and i know she generally cant do stuff on those days so u dont ask. and when she says she has plans on the #other days i dont pry. but she completely disregards all my plans or wants or anything. she knows i dont leave the house besides for work #and so she decides whatever plans i might have arent important because shes decided i can just do them whenever

[strawberry-cowmilk]

i NEED mc being upset that Mammon constantly wants to hide that he likes them! Like y r u ashamed of me? U want me to love u and only spend time with u and not pay attention to any one, but every instance u could have to prove that u love me u fold? Mc who DOES love him back but isn't willing to be treated like an embarrassment/burden??? I neeed this 🥺

hi anon! I really like this idea! I hope I do this right, enjoy!

be honest

-> mammon x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: fighting

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Every day Mammon brags about being your 'first man' to his brothers. Every day he gets jealous any of them sit next to you at dinner. One time, Levi accused him of being 'absolutely smitten' with you and like usual, Mammon started avoiding any eye contact, his body language turning more reserved while denying Levi's statement. At first it was sweet right? Having such an energetic, confident demon turn all shy the second it's clear he loves you. It honestly made you like him back more too. But, it's been years. Years of Mammon clearly having a crush on you to the point the average person passing by on the street could tell but denying it in the least subtle way possible. You know, maybe he doesn't want to commit to you. Is it because you're a human? Is Mammon afraid of what others may think of him when he starts dating a human?

You finally had enough during game night with Mammon, Levi and Beel. In the game you were playing, you needed to be in teams of two. Beel and Levi were one team, leaving you with Mammon. Levi was joking about how Mammon kept using every healing item he got on you, while Beel nodded silently in agreement Of course, the second brother made up a silly excuse like 'Mc has lower health' or 'it was an accident.' The more he kept fighting Levi on this, the more annoyed you got to the point of going to your room early this game night.

Of course Mammon went right after you, calling your name until you finally turned around. The confusion, anger and sadness in your expression was clear to him. Before he could ask what was going on, you kind of blurted out how awful you have grown to feel about his 'I don't love Mc' act. You told him to just drop the act if you're so enbarrassing to date and reject you properly. It would hurt, but not as bad as the constant denial. Like just be honest, Mammon!

Mammon however did not see this coming. He feels awful for making you feel this way, especially since he really didn't mean to. You must really hate him now, no way you'd agree to be his lover, right? He apologised to you. 'I, well, it's my own issue' he explained. It's not you he's ashamed of, it's his own way of acting. But now is not the time for shame, you want him to be honest.

Mammon confessed to you. It was not how he imagined it to be, over a candlelit dinner with roses, but in front of your bedroom door after a fight. 'I'm sorry I hurt you, Mc.. I'd still like a relationship, you know, if that's alright.' Clearly embarrassed and afraid, Mammon looked down at his shoes until you gently touched his arm. Despite everything, despite still being mad at him, you still love him back.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me angst #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #gn!mc

[pablitogavii]

hey, could you do one we’re Gavi went to work out and when he gets back home, he finds her crying in bed over a tiktok of a dog

thank u and i love ur writing

Something similar, hope you like :))

“I’m home Princesa!! And I want all your cuddles right now!” Pablo was in quite a good mood having done well during training and gym session and happy to be with his girl for the rest of the night.

“Amor?? Que pasaba?? Why is it dark in here??” he walked into your shared bedroom to find it completely dark and you curled up under the blanket.

“Are you crying???” He sat down trying to move the blanket to find and see your face but you clenched onto it tightly sobbing a little.

Pablo was worried now especially since he talked to you an hour ago and you were perfectly fine and excited for cuddles…what happened???

"Preciosa, can you come out and look at me please?" he said pulling on the covers only to revel your tearful face that broke his heart. Who dared make his precious girl cry!? Not while he is alive!

"Que pasaba? Tell you Pablito. Huh?" he moved to lay besides you pulling you into his lap and you cuddled up to his side hiding your nose into his neck while whimpering.

"H..he c..cheated" you were mumbling and Pablo couldn't understand you clearly feeling scared that some fake news made you think he cheated which he would never do! You were it for him...the love of his life!

"No, amor!! I didn't! I promise!" he started but she shut him up by placing her small hand on his mouth muffling his apologies.

"Not you P..Pablito..um..this other footballer on his girlfriend" you said and Pablo relaxed knowing that it was your 'girl days' and you got super sensitive during those time. He secretly loved it!

"So why are you crying about it cariño?? Do you know her?" he asked moving a piece of your hair from your face before drying up your tears with his hand while you shook your head.

"But..but..how can he do that?" you were hiccuping between words and he forced himself not to giggle at how cute you were right now kissing the top of your head. He loved how much you cared and how you wanted everyone to be happy.

"Shh princesa..I don't know....some people are weird and they think doing it makes them cool" Pablo spoke calmly and you appreciated that he wasn't calling you stupid but instead talking to you about it.

"He..kissed another girl at the club when his girl was waiting for him at home..que horribles!" you said and he raising your chin up kissing your lips while he nodded his head.

"You feeling a little better amorcito?" he asked and you nodded although there was still something that bugged you and he could tell.

"You can tell me everything, mi vida..I promise to listen, bueno?" he said and you smiled knowing he knew what you were talking about.

"Do all footballers cheat, Pablito???" you look up with a pout and he knew you had every right to ask him this. Footballers have certain record of being disloyal, but it was nowhere near that every one is the same. He knew he would rather die than cheat and hurt you!!!

"Its easier for them to cheat, amor..all the garotas that want them for fame but I think it takes someone owning your heart to keep you loyal..like you own mine, princesita" he said kissing your nose while giggling and you blushed nodding your head while laying it down on his chest and he let you relax in his hold.

"But which footballer you know that hasn't been accused of cheating???" you say and Pablo smiled immediately knowing the right answer to that question.

"Frenkie...and me" Pablo said and you smiled looking up and nodding your head really knowing how much he respected and loved Mikky. When you heard they were waiting a baby, you were both so happy!

"You did say you look up to him recently in an interview???" you smile and Pablo nodded leaning down and kissing your lips.

"Mhm..I want to become as good of a midfielder as him..and I want to have a baby with you in the future" he whispered the last part and your whole body contracted. He never said something so directly before..you were in a happy shock..all your insecurities vanishing!!!

"Amor!!!" you blushed hiding your face into his neck and he smirked knowing his work has been done now that you were a blushing mess clenching onto him. It might sound silly to you now, but Pablo meant every spoken word :)

Ik it's short and that I don't post as much (sorry for being inactive!!!) but I hope you enjoy it <333

#gavigif #gavi #fc barça #fc barcelona #fc barca #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #pablogavixreaderfluff #pablogavixreadersmut

[joshsbimbo]

bento box

part one ♡ part two

dedicated to @luverstream

pairings: stalker! mike schmidt x victim! reader

warnings: mike’s a weirdo and a creep wth is he doing here? he doesn’t belong here, mentions of pregnancy, it gets kinda cringey at times bc i’m silly, he jacks off, idk LOL

a/n: sup ladies i hope u likey

♡ when mike came home, all he could think about was you. of course, you're all he thinks about, but he finally felt your lips on his cheek. your lips.

♡ even after jacking off in the mall bathroom, his cock stayed hard. his face flushed from not being able to stop thinking about your praise and lips. he left work early, complaining about how "sick" he felt to his boss. poor mikey, such a lovesick boy. he pathetically thrusted into the mattress, still in his uniform. excess amounts of precum leaked out of his pretty tip and went through his boxers, leaving a wet spot in his khakis.

♡ "please... hmm... such pretty lips," he whimpered into his pillow as he enjoyed the friction, flipping over to desperately trying to pull up a picture of you on your laptop. palming himself with one hand while the other tried to enter your password, tears pricking from the corner of his eyes from how painful his cock felt.

♡ as soon as he unlocked your laptop, the picture he was looking at earlier was still up. your mouth open, tongue poking out, cum in and around your mouth, your eyes half-opened, and tears trickling down your pretty cheeks. his heart skipped a beat as he came, panting heavily as he gripped his pillows. "fuck, need your lips again," he thought before getting up to clean himself.

♡ his morning was way better than usual. he happily ate his breakfast and scrolled through your laptop, instagram, tumblr... learning more about your sick, pretty head.

♡ ding!

♡ “‘her: you better bring something for him hehehe.’” his heart fluttered. could this be about him? he clicked on the notification.

you: heyyy bae, i just got back from the mall, and guess what?

her: WHATTT? :3

you: ok, ok, so i went to the mall and earrings were in my bag?!? WHICH I SWEAR I DIDNGT PUT IN THERE

her: ok...

you: STFU ANYWAYYYY!!! the alarm went off and this ASSHOLE accused me of stealing and i think he was gonna call the cops but then this CUTESTSTTS guy ever in the world saved me from him :000

i think i'm crushing.

her: did you get his number omg INDJNDJNAKJD

you: hehrheh .,DIJNDIOIK he asked for mine!!!!

her: :0000 he likes youuuuuu

you: i know and i kissed him on the cheek and he was blushing????????? today imma go to the mall again and LOOK 4 HIM he's so cute 😭

her: u better bring something for him hehehe

you: ur so right wtf do i bring

her: :00000 you should bring him food!!!

you: YESYYEYS OK ok imma make something i love u

her: i love you too, bestie <3

♡ mike got up from his seat, mouth agape... you think he's cute? he ran to the bathroom and washed his face, shaved, trying to make himself look presentable. running his fingers through his curls, putting on lip balm, brushing his teeth for an extra long time, even flossing!! his dream girl actually likes him..

♡ he took out his uniform and ironed out the wrinkles, making sure everything was amazing. he wanted to look perfect for you. he put on cologne before leaving for work.

♡ you excitedly held a bento box. inside was homemade fried rice, salad, and a cupcake. peeking around the mall, you find mike sitting at the food court. he was on his phone, checking your location and wondering why he hadn't seen you yet. he put his phone away in frustration before looking up and meeting your eyes, a blush crept on your cheek. he must think you're a creep! staring at him from afar…

♡ "hey, mikey! i was hoping to bump into you..." you shyly make your way to his table, sitting in front of him. how the fuck is he making you nervous? you've met actual scary men, and this is who's making you avoid eye contact? blushing?!?! who does this man think he is?

♡ "i didn't expect to see you so soon, y/n," mike smiled, and god was he beautiful. you were so mesmerized by how pretty he looked that you didn't notice him saying your name despite not giving it to him.

♡ "hmmm, i just wanted to say thank you for yesterday." you pushed the bento box closer to him. "i made you lunch... i'm sorry if you don't like it, i just didn't know what you liked, and i-"

♡ "thank you. genuinely," he cuts you off, practically killing you with his perfect smile. "it's my fault, i should've texted you, don't worry." his words felt so comforting to you. he knew how all the men treated you before, but he’s different. he knows everything you like, how you want to be treated, your love language, how fragile you are..

♡ he started unwrapping the bow, his heart thumping so loud, trying so hard not to shake, feeling his face warm up as he tried not to seem like a loser. the poor boy was so busy after you left, collapsing into bed as soon as he came home beforejackingofftoyou. by the time it was morning, he had no idea what to text you. ‘sorry it was a busy day’??? ‘i love you and i wish we could be together 24/7’ too creepy!

♡ "n-no!" you cough, feeling embarrassed for stuttering, "don't be sorry, you literally saved me from going to jail."

♡ “jail? probably a warning at most!” he chuckled softly. the conversation went back and forth for a while… they tried so desperately to put the blame on themselves.

♡ "ok! shut up and eat your food, mr. security man!" you teased him while smiling, and he felt like he died. he yearned for this for months, and he finally felt it. the butterflies in his stomach turning into hawks, the chance of becoming your lover becoming even more realistic.

♡ "ok, ok, ok!" he opened the box and gasped, "is this really for me?" he looked into your eyes with an appreciative smile.

♡ "yes, silly!" you giggled as you picked up his spoon, scooping some rice into his mouth excitedly. it didn’t even fully go down his throat before you asked, "do you like it?!"

♡ smiling as he swallowed, loving how eager you were to please him.. he felt so grateful for this moment. “of course i do. thank you again, seriously.” as his lunch continued, he kept offering you bites. you kept refusing but when he got to the cupcake, he split it and forced it into your hand. as you two ate, you guys talked and got to know more about each other. well, you got to know more about mike. mike already knew almost everything about you, silly!

♡ "hold on, stay still..." he wiped the side of your mouth with his thumb, taking a crumb off your face.

♡ you weren't used to this type of intimacy. usually, guys would've already tried to sneak their hand up your skirt, but he actually cared about you. he listened, showed compassion when you told him stories about your life, waited for your approval before touching you... "i could've gotten a napkin!" you squeaked as you covered your mouth in embarrassment.

♡ "so? it would've been easier for me to do it instead of you blindly cleaning your face, dummy.” his genuine smile. the crinkles beside his eyes. the shine in his white teeth. his rosy cheeks. his stubble. you felt like there was a frog in your throat, having no idea how to respond because you were in such a gaze.

♡ his smile disappeared and was replaced with a concerned look, “are you okay?”

♡ “yeah!” you eat the rest of the cupcake awkwardly, “you know, i have more at my place i made, like.. 12 of them..”

♡ “oh, really?” he smiles teasingly, knowing what’s coming next.

♡ “mhm, do you maybe.. wanna-”

♡ “yes. when?”

♡ “right now.”

♡ as you two walked out of the mall, he quickly texted his boss telling him he was sick again. there must be a virus going around... a loveeeeee virus!

♡ he shut the door and barely had time to turn back to you before you pulled him into a kiss, he moaned as he tasted your cherry flavored lip gloss. his hands held onto your waist, his stubble giving the best burn against your cheek, his tongue slipping in and tasting more of you.

♡ you led him to your bedroom, holding yourself up on your bed with your elbows as he took off his shirt, his warmth surrounding you again as he laid on you before-

♡ “wait- stop- i’m sorry..” you covered yourself with your blanket, and he moved to the edge of your bed. reminding yourself that you were pregnant… and that you actually liked mike. he wasn’t like anyone you’ve ever met.

♡ “are you okay? i’m sorry if i hurt you-”

♡ “no no, it’s not your fault, i just..” you buried your face into your hands, “i really like you. usually.. guys would get annoyed at me but you asked if i was okay! and you were so sweet to me at the mall..”

♡ “i mean this in the nicest way possible, you have the lowest standards.”

♡ “shut up!” you threw your teddy bear at him. it was so hard for you two to get comfortable with other people, but it felt so natural right now. like this wasn’t the second time you ever talked to him. he knew exactly what to say and do to make your palms sweat.

♡ “i really like you as well,” he admitted, his cheeks becoming flushed. he LOVED you, but he didn’t want to scare you off...

♡ you leaned in and kissed where the teddy bear hit, his forehead. he could smell your perfume, which made his pretty brain fuzzy. he pulled you into a hug and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, loving everything about you. his arms felt like home. his musk and cologne felt like home. he felt like home. you felt crazy even for thinking he’s so pretty from only knowing him for a day, but it’s true. you were already addicted, but he’s been addicted to you for six months already..

♡ “we can count this as our first date..” you mumbled into his arms, smiling contently as you looked up at him.

♡ “no. i’m taking you on a proper date!” he looked into your eyes. “ will.. you go on a date with me?”

♡ “yes, dummy!”

♡ when he left later in the day, you texted your best friend..

you: i think he’s the one 💗

her: huh?? wtf did i miss

♡ you tell her everything that happened.

her: that’s like the bare minimum LOL i think he’s a maybe.

you: ugh u don’t like anyone thokjdniufniue

her: and rightfully so!! all the men u date r losers…..

you: he’s a cute loser….

her: like the others, right?? 🙄

you: WHATEVER im going on that date with him <333

♡ you swiped off insta and texted mike all night, planning your date for tomorrow!!

a/n: haiii!! this is longer cuz i felt bad for part 2 being lame! gimme date ideas!

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader

[darkestcorners]

polarity | 05 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x (f) reader

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+ , toxic relationships, unhealthy and obsessive behavior , mentions of mental health, manipulation, blackmail, cheating,

word count: 13.1k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you…

Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | CS | 03 JK | 04 | 05 

A/N: So sorry for the delay but my wifi was doing me dirty again. Hope you guys enjoy !:) ALSO this is not edited yet so forgive me .

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Neither of you said anything at first, not a single greeting or question was uttered. You both stood there, letting your eyes wander over each other in curiosity for god knows how long.

There was still one thing that stood out though. How the woman’s gaze kept returning to your necklace.

“I’m sorry, you are?…” She was the first one to speak, you were yet to form the appropriate response to acknowledge her and explain what you were doing in her son’s apartment.

You debated what you should tell her. The truth? It was out of the question, you were naive but not that naive. The first time meeting her and you immediately jump to accuse her son of blackmail and tell her everything wrong with him? Those were dangerous waters, you still didn’t know if what Jungkook told you about his family was true or not.

There was so much left unclear and so much yet you didn’t know.

“I-,” You take a step back, further widening the door open. “I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend.”

The lie sat surprisingly well on your tongue, as if that’s exactly what you truly were now. You supposed it was, not willingly but that’s  the title he would undeniably give you.

His mother doesn’t seem as shocked as you expected her to be despite the way her eyes widened momentarily, and her mouth opened slightly as a gasp left her.

“Oh!” She told you, her face relaxing as realization slowly seemed to hit her. “Yes, of course. He told me about you.”

He had?

You can’t help to be taken aback, not expecting Jungkook to actually mention you to his mother. How long had she known about you? Was it a recent thing? You wondered if Jungkook had already fed her too many lies , convincing her that he had formed a normal relationship with you.

The thought made you uneasy, how far had Jungkook planned this exactly?

“O-oh, really? I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting you.” You glance behind you, awkwardly shifting your gaze as you try to figure out what to do next. It felt unnatural and you weren’t sure how to go about any of this.

Had Jungkook been so confident that he  didn’t expect you to tell his mother any bit of the truth or about his demented actions? Or did he simply not care?

“Please, come in.” Feeling like the outsider , you moved to the side as the woman gave you a smile and slipped past you. Her heels clicked against the floor and echoed throughout the entire apartment.  You shut the door gently before taking unsure steps behind her.

The food she had brought in the tupperware filled the air in no time, overpowering the scent of the breakfast that Jungkook had placed for you on the counter. She set the container next to your food before flashing another smile, a tight lipped one that was arguably weaker and more hesitant.

“I apologize , I didn’t want to meet you this way. “ She tells you as she takes a look around. “ I assumed Jungkook would bring you over for dinner to our house eventually..”

You wanted to ask her so much, your curiosity was threatening to overflow  but you had to force yourself to reel it back in.

“U-Uh yeah, I’m sorry. I just, I didn’t even know Jungkook had said much about me to you.” You explain as you cross your arms over your chest and stand awkwardly on the other side of the counter. “ He left to go run an errand, he won’t be long.”

She nods in understanding. You begin to wonder how often his mother visited him, he gave the impression that he wasn’t close to her anymore for obvious reasons but if they truly had that bad of a relationship, you assumed she wouldn’t be showing up at his apartment with a home cooked meal for him.

You could feel Jungkook's mother stare at you again, her eyes going downwards as she took in your attire. A bubble of embarrassment took over you, not only because you probably looked like a literal mess but because you somehow thought she just knew of the activities you had been up to all night. It almost made you feel shameful.

“He actually hasn’t told me much about you, he’s only mentioned you occasionally but I had no idea you two were that serious.” His mother says to you and when you don’t immediately reply, she quickly voiced her regret.

“Unless you aren’t that serious, I apologiz-“

“No! No it’s okay, we are.” You confirm, just finishing up digging your grave.

Her face relaxes, giving you a sympathetic look.

“I’m glad. My son is a bit private, even with me, so I don’t really know what goes on much in his life.” She adds as she stares down at the tupperware container.

“There’s plenty in here for you too by the way. don’t be shy.” She motions down to the food as you take a seat, realizing that standing still like a statue isn’t going to help the tension.

“Thank you,” You force out a smile. “You two are close, then?”

As soon as the words leave you, they feel rude and invasive which makes you stumble over your next sentence.

“I-I don’t mean to intrude, he just hasn’t told me much about his family.”

Her face doesn’t give away any discomfort by the question.

“Don’t worry, you’re not.” She assured you as she fixed her gaze on you. “ I don't know what my son has told you exactly but no, we aren’t as close as I would hope.”

At least that part was true, your thoughts whispered to you.

Perhaps Jungkook wasn’t a complete liar but you couldn’t yet be convinced , there were certain doubts still in place. What you had found in his bathroom was just one of the many hidden parts of him.

“Jungkook can be difficult but I suppose I can’t blame him. “ She continues as she turns, her eyes landing on the upper cabinets.

You listen intently, her words catching your attention as you watch her pull out a plate.

“It was my fault, I spoiled him too much. I gave him everything he wanted until I noticed how much I was ruining him so I stopped.” Her words remind you of what Jungkook had told you on Christmas, now it seemed like you were finally hearing his mother’s side of the story.

“The change was drastic but our family therapist urged me to fix my bad habits with Jungkook so he wouldn’t end up with bad behavioral issues. “ She states nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t discussing some intensely private matters with you. You wondered if she probably assumed Jungkook had already told you this. 

She takes the lid off the tupperware and scoops up some of the hot food onto the plate. You can’t help but notice the way her hands slightly tremble as she does so.

“He really was the sweetest boy, he was so clingy to me always. I had quit my job completely  since the moment he was born so I spent all my time with him. “ Once she finishes pouring a good amount of food on your plate, she clicks the lid back on.

“But as he grew older, I noticed he had formed some pretty bad separation anxiety.”

Separation anxiety.

You took the plate she handed over to you, distractingly picking up the chopsticks as you nodded along to her words. She took a long pause, leaning over the counter and rested her chin on the palm of her hands.

“It was normal, you know? The therapist told me it happened to lots of kids. Especially  since he was an only child,  he had all my attention.” His mother smiled fondly as she said it, her eyes were sincere and twinkly at the memory.

“But our therapist told us that we needed to fix that, Jungkook was an angel with us but he started having some behavior issues at school. Not listening to the teachers and having tantrums about wanting to go home, he hated leaving my side.” She chuckled breathlessly, rubbing her temples.

“So I did what the therapist said, I stopped giving him everything he wanted. I also went back to work and that helped me balance the attention with my own life.”

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary with her words, you thought. To you, it sounded like a normal parent doing the best for their child and some regular family issues but then you wondered why Jungkook had such a more negative and dramatic view of it, had it impacted him a lot more than his mother realized?

“My husband hated the idea, he wanted me to stay home and give all my attention to Jungkook. “ You took a bite out of the delicious food she had given you, trying not to seem too put off by what she was telling you.

“He had an old fashioned mindset. He still blames me for Jungkook resenting me until now but he doesn’t understand, the therapist told me Jungkook had an almost unhealthy attachment to me and that it would cause problems later in his life if I didn’t try to fix it then.” She sighs, looking genuinely upset but she quickly masks it with a sad smile.

“But I feel like Jungkook is finally letting go of  the past, you know?” His mother tilting her head at you as her fingers played with the ends of a paper towel in front of her.

They even shared similar mannerisms, you thought to yourself in dark fascination.

“ Lately, he’s been visiting more often and I do wonder if it’s because of you.”

You nearly choke on the food in your mouth when she says that. You let out a cough, swallowing down the last bits of rice.

“Me?” You ask her with an evident confused expression.

She nods, her eyes lingering on your neckline again.

“That necklace. My son gave it to you, didn’t he?” Her tone is inquisitive but light. There is no doubt she’s an attorney, she held that intimidating yet persuasive stance to her.

You can’t hide your shock  as you peer down at the dainty butterfly pendant.

“Yes…how did-“

“It was mine, well it used to be mine.” She gives you another long stare and a smile tugs on her lips. “ My husband gave it to me when we first started dating. I told Jungkook I’d pass it down to him for him to give to the love of his life.”

“Granted, I told him that when he was only about 13 so he laughed in my face and told me I should just keep it instead because he’d never love someone as much as he loved me.”

You could practically feel the blood draining from your face. The food in your stomach threatened to come right back up.

“Of course this was before we had gone to those therapy sessions and he ended up resenting me completely not long after that so I thought he had forgotten about it.” She laughed, looking a bit stunned at her son’s erratic behavior and how he managed to remember something so seemingly insignificant.

“It gives me so much hope, you know?” His mother beams suddenly, her expression fully morphing into one of pure happiness. “My son finally is starting to talk to me more, little by little. It must be this positive change in his life.”

She was referring to you.

She thought you were the positive change in her son’s life that was causing him to finally start to rekindle his relationship with her. You wanted to laugh at the thought but you couldn’t even completely deny it with full confidence. Could that be partly true? You supposed it was strange that Jungkook had a strained relationship with her all these years and suddenly starts talking to her more and visiting her more often the moment he formed this sick relationship with you.

Or was it just a coincidence? You didn’t know what to think anymore.

Why you would have any sort of impact on him bettering his relationship with his mother was beyond you.

“You…you think that’s because of me?” You had set the chopsticks down, giving his mother your full attention.

“I mean, yes.” She nodded, knitting her eyebrows. “ You seem like a sweet girl, it could be that he’s simply needed that love and encouragement from someone in his life to push him to get close  with his family again.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, your mouth hung open slightly .

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to put this amount of weight on your or anything but I’m just so glad my son is happy with you.” His mother rushes out the words, standing straighter. “In return, he’s probably just naturally been wanting to change and get close to me again.”

“Love does that to people, you know.” Her eyes meet yours and you can’t see any deception in them, she truly meant what she was saying to you.

Love.

You don’t know why you would doubt it, his mother seemed so heartbroken when she was explaining how much Jungkook had turned against her when she thought she had been doing the best for him. It seemed as if she was desperate to finally have some of her son’s love back and for them to be close again.

It wasn’t as if you were a mother so you couldn’t exactly judge her. You knew it must have been hard for her, she clearly seemed to want the best for her son, as any mother would.

It made you feel bad for him, and you knew you were nearing dangerous waters with those types of feelings surfacing inside you. But somehow the image of a young Jungkook being left so  confused by the drastic decision of his mother’s attention being taken away was slightly heart shattering.  From what his mother said, this likely happened when he was thirteen so just at the start of his preteen stage, it had probably made things even more difficult for him to cope.  He was only a young boy.

Vulnerable and helpless.

You pushed the pitiful image away, scolding yourself.

It was concerning how much you were willing to sympathize with Jungkook, no matter how sad some parts of his childhood were. This was the person who had you blackmailed and cornered into being his girlfriend. This was still the guy who came in and shattered your relationship with your best friend .

He also showed you the true colors of your best friend, your thoughts reminded you bitterly.

“I really hope I didn’t scare you off with that, I just got too caught up in the moment.” His mother’s voice brings you out of your inner turmoil.

“No no, it’s okay. I understand.” You reply to her with a reassuring smile. “ I’m glad to know more about him.”

She nodded at that, a new expression taking over her soft features.

“You’re pretty quiet, I always thought my son would go for the opposite.” 

Her comment sits uncomfortably with you, not knowing exactly what she meant.

“Really?” You reply instead.

“My son is just really strong minded at times, he's a lot to handle so I just imagined he’d go for someone that would keep him in line. More outgoing or bold perhaps.”

You can’t help but wonder what she would’ve thought if Eunji was in your place. She seemed to fit the description better, no matter how much Jungkook denied ever liking her you couldn’t deny that they looked like they fit each other.  You also can’t help but wonder that if maybe Jungkook would have given Eunji more of a chance, he would have actually fallen for her instead.

That scenario would have been a dream come true for you a few weeks ago, it would have been your saving grace, even if it meant you’d have to completely resign to Eunji’s love forever and watch her be in love with someone that wasn’t you.

Now though, that scenario made your stomach turn for a completely different reason.

You found yourself scared at the realization that you didn’t like the thought of Jungkook preferring Eunji.

It made a familiar burning sensation bubble  inside you, a feeling you thought you could  only ever feel in regards to Eunji in the past when you saw her kissing and flirting with anyone.

Now, that ugly feeling of jealousy was not for her but for Jungkook.

“But I like you,” His mother added in a whisper, almost playfully as she raised an eyebrow. “ You kinda remind me of myself when I was your age.”

That made you feel even more bewildered, a mix of emotions ran through you , each one too contradicting to dissect.

“Jungkook told me you used to suffer from anxiety, “ You comment gently, swallowing thickly. “ I do too.”

“Is that so?” She seemed a little surprised by the sudden reveal, but she processed it fairly quickly. “ Well, it looks like we are quite similar.”

“I bet my son takes good care of you then, he was also so sweet to me when I used to have panic attacks.” She comments and you don’t why that brings you comfort.

Deep down, you were afraid Jungkook had possibly lied about that just to feed into your weaknesses.

“Yeah, he does.”

He does.

You weren’t as reluctant to admit that to yourself as you should’ve been because it was simply true. He did provide comfort to you in those moments of terror and uneasiness. But he was also the one who caused so much of those feelings. He was the one who had cornered you, the one to push you into his life without asking or caring for your willingness.

Was it fair to say Jungkook knew how to give you the sensation of safeness you longed for while also being the one to so easily rip it away?

He could be two things at once, you supposed.

Two things could be true at once. No matter how contradicting they were.

——

You were left staring at the wall in silence for far too long after Jungkook’s mother left with a chaste excuse of being late to a meeting and you reassured her you would tell her son that she came by. Picking at your nails, your eyes danced across the living room, the silence would’ve been uncomfortable if your thoughts could let you rest but they never did.  You soon came to realize that you were never truly alone but  your mind always proved to be bad company.

The dishes were washed and you tried to tidy up the room to kill some time, not to mention you felt the responsibility to do something while you were staying here.

Glancing behind you, you eyed the plastic container. The food his mother had brought was sitting on the counter, and you were tempted to warm it up before Jungkook came home. It would surely be cold by now.

You untangled yourself from the curled up position you had been in on the sofa and crossed over to the kitchen. A part of you felt like you were intruding and that you shouldn’t touch any of his stuff but the other part of you felt ridiculous for even thinking that. Jungkook had practically forced you into his home, the least you could try to do was get comfortable in it.

It wasn’t as if he would mind you heating up food for him, would he?

You put the container in the microwave and your fingers twitched over the buttons until you clicked on the desired time.

Wandering off to the side, you turned your head down the hallway. Curiosity seems to get the best of you, that or your restlessness that you couldn’t put a stop to. You walked a few steps forward until you came across a room you had not yet explored. The door wasn’t fully closed and it only took a slight push of your fingertips to crack it open. The first thing you saw was a monitor planted onto a wide L-shaped desk that wasn’t  occupied with much. It was organized with regular stationery.  The room wasn’t as spacious as the others and you quickly realized this must’ve been Jungkook’s office where he got most of his work done.

Much like the rest of his apartment, nothing stood out much. The walls were blank here, no pictures hung up and it was minimalist in its appearance. You eyed the couple of folders on the desk, with some papers sticking out at the end and a coffee cup right beside them. You let yourself walk fully into the room, with your arms tightly crossed over your chest.

It was apparent that you didn’t exactly know what you were looking for, or why you were even looking for something. But after finding those pills in Jungkook’s bathroom, you couldn’t help but feel that you really didn’t know him at all. It wasn’t as if a certain medical condition was something he was obligated to tell you but you found it strange how he didn’t bring it up when he was so open about your anxiety disorder. Did he simply not find it important for you to know? You supposed it didn’t change anything but you felt a bit paranoid about him even more now.

It made you wonder what else Jungkook had not told you about. Was there more to him that you should know? After meeting his mother, it was clear to you that Jungkook had technically not lied to you but had simply given his side of the story. Was it possible that he was genuine in his feelings and that not everything he told you had an ulterior motive? 

Was it possible that you may have made a misjudgment on his overall character?

But of course, you couldn’t forget the obvious. Your eyes met the corners of the walls, searching for a little red dot that resembled the one of the night you first spent with him. To your surprise, there was none. Craning your neck, you inspected every inch of the room with alert eyes.

You let out a sigh as you mindlessly near his desk, your hand landing on the mouse. The movement caused the monitor screen to light up, a dark background popped up with a white bar that demanded the password to unlock it. Biting your lip, your fingers hovered over the keyboard. It took you a while to remember it but you did, you had recalled Eunji mentioning Jungkook’s birthday a few times and despite your unreliable memory at times , you managed to track it down.

Typing it out, you shakily clicked the arrow but it didn’t go through.

“Obviously..” You let out a dry laugh at your stupidity. Jungkook was not dumb enough to have his birthday as a password.

Why were you even doing this? What were you hoping to find on Jungkook’s work computer?

You didn’t know but for some reason you felt the urge to explore every area of his life. It felt unfair to you how he seemed to know everything about you, to know how even your own brain worked but yet you didn’t seem to know some mindless details about him.

A door slamming shut broke you out of your daze and you flinched, quickly pressing the backspace button.

“Shit.” You cursed, not even wanting to risk Jungkook catching you snooping through his things.  Backing away, you quickly slipped out the room and made your way back down the hallway.

Turning the corner, you saw Jungkook’s familiar figure next to the kitchen counter, he let his keys drop and turned his head to you with impeccable timing as you were just emerging from the entryway.

“Hi.” You say in a higher pitched tone than usual, you clear your throat almost immediately and watch his eyes trace behind you for a mere moment before he gives you a smile.

“Hey baby,” He drawls, holding his smile. A dark folder is held in his hands.

“Good news, everything is fixed.”

He hands it over to you and your hands greedily open it, feeling your heart hammer against your chest as you look over your transcript and a paper that holds the name of another university that isn’t your own.

“Your record will stay clean, they forgave your plagiarism accusation with no issues. Now all that is left to do is for you to apply to this new university.” He runs a hand through his hair, casually walking back over to the kitchen counter.

“God, I’ve been starving all day.” You hear him grumble, from the corner of your eye you watch as he picks up an apple but then just tosses it back over into the pile of fruit.

Your eyes return to the letters on the papers, eyebrows knitting together as you read  what seems to be enrollment information of a college you wouldn’t even dream of ever attending.  Jungkook nods over to the paper in your hands, tapping it with his index finger.

“Much better upgrade if you ask me. You can apply online today, I already told them to email your transcript over with a few….extra recommendations.” He explains with a knowing look, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

“But…if they forgave my scandal,” You begin, confused. “ Why must I transfer schools?”

Jungkook’s shrugs, “ I figured you wouldn't keep attending a place where there’s likely rumors spreading about you already. “

Rumors?

You had thought about that when they told you about the accusation, you remember thinking everyone already knew and would treat you badly because of it. I mean, who would want to befriend a student accused of plagiarism? It filled you with embarrassment.

“I’m sure nobody knows though.” You reasoned, not fully believing they could’ve figured it out so quickly. Besides, how would they possibly know?

Jungkook tilts his head, seeming to consider your words.

“You’d be surprised how quickly gossip spreads.” He tells you instead with a tone that entailed he already knew all about the college experience.

“I also figured you wouldn’t want to deal with Eunji anymore.”

You look up at him in surprise, eyes widening despite your attempt to keep your expression neutral. It’s a rookie mistake because Jungkook evidently takes notice,his dark eyes studying you.

You’re reminded of his threatening words this morning before left.

I never want to hear you even mention her name.

If Jungkook still felt so threatened by Eunji still, why was he the one bringing her up now?

“I mean, she likely has spread rumors about you sleeping with her boyfriend already. “ He frowns, a distasteful look morphing on his face. “ and it’s not as if you can deny them.”

His words hit you harder than you would’ve preferred and they answer the mental question. It was nothing new, you had already tormented yourself with the same thoughts since the night you first slept together. It’s not as if you expected Eunji to keep her mouth shut either, not with the way things had ended.

Yet hearing the words out loud from him was almost like confirmation of the less than ideal reality you faced.  It made you feel sleazy, gross and like some type of home wrecker. If it made you feel like this now, you couldn’t imagine how you would feel having complete strangers talking about it, much less if they threw insults about it your way.

It was like you could already hear the taunting whispers of gossip.

What a slut.

I can’t believe she did that to her best friend.

Trash.

They were so close, I wouldn’t have expected that from her.

You knew it shouldn’t matter to you as much as it did because it would simply be a fleeing moment in your experience there. Your peers would forget about it in a few weeks, the only people who would truly remember it would be Eunji’s friend group that you had not even interacted much with before. But your stomach still churned at the thought of those stares filled with judgment, those well-deserved dirty looks from left and right.

“She’s a bitch but she has a big circle of friends, she’s pretty and likable. “ Jungkook continued, not breaking his stare. “And you have to admit she’s in the right, at least from an outside perspective. “

A burning feeling thunders inside you.

“A-Are you taking her side or something?” You can’t believe the words that leave you but you can’t help but feel defensive.

You didn’t like the way he seemed to be implying she was right, that she wasn’t the bad guy here and that it could be you instead.

His eyebrows scrunch together, a low chuckle leaving him.

“What?” He asks in disbelief. “Of course not baby. “

You swallow, “Well, that’s what it sounded like…”.

His fingers trace below your jaw and you keep your gaze down.

“I’m just saying she will make your life hell there.” The words don’t comfort you but they do make you recoil at the possibility of him being completely right.

“Can’t be worse than what she already has done to me.”  You shake your head, crumbling the papers in your hands.” She’s such a fake person, I can’t believe I never saw it.”

I can’t believe how blinded I was by love, you think to yourself.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, he merely stares at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes slowly trailing down your face.

“Don’t you agree?” You can’t help but ask, not knowing how to feel about the look he was giving you.

Maybe it was your own paranoia but he always seemed to be eager to insult Eunji, his silence now made you want to shout at him for some reason. Just this morning , he was evidently pissed at the thought of you possibly texting Eunji and having any lingering feelings .  You figured that he’d take this moment to jump at attacking her again, to take as another opportunity to rub in your face how much of a bad friend she had been.

It was ludicrous really, you didn’t know why your emotions were running so erratic. Even worse, you didn’t know why you felt such a need for him to agree with you.

He raises an eyebrow, a few seconds pass before his lips tilt upwards.

“I can’t believe it…” He states, mouth forming into a full grin as his thumb caressed your cheek.

You frown.

“You’re jealous.” Any little space between you two disappears in an instant, his free hand lands on your hands that had curled into fists clenching your papers.

His eyes peak down.

“You’re actually jealous.” He whispers down at you with a beaming glint in his eyes.

“What?” You reply. “No I’m not.”

You’re not, you deny to yourself.

It wasn’t jealousy, right? That was impossible. Those feelings were not meant for Jungkook and they never could be. Not for someone like him. But it was if he could see right through your hesitance, through your bluff. Your eyes lock on his lips as he shakes his head.

“No?” His hand wraps around your waist, pulling you into his chest despite your frustration.

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind me raving about how beautiful Eunji is, how interesting she was…how sexy she looked on top of me everytime we fuc-“

“Shut up!” You hiss at him, pulling yourself away from him instantly.

The image of them together sneaks its way into your head and you absolutely loathe it. It makes you feel sick for all the wrong reasons.

“You’re disgusting.” Jungkook doesn’t seem bothered by your jab at him, in fact, he seemed to be having the best time of his life watching how upset you were.

He feigns a pout, grabbing you by your waist again and this time you try your best to push against him but you fail . His grip is strong around you as you hit his chest.

“Here I was thinking you were still stuck on some pathetic puppy love for her but it’s the opposite isn’t it? You want me to hate her as much as you do now.” His nose touches yours and you can’t escape his gaze, you can’t free yourself from the heavy truth in his statement.

“You’re too cute baby but you should know by now that I don’t give a fuck about anyone else but you.” He breaths, his eyes darkening and you don’t have time to react before his lips press against yours.

Against your better judgment, you relax against his hold and let his mouth claim yours.

By the time he pulls away, you’re out of breath.

“I think you’ll love a fresh new start at a new university,” He tells you as your eyes flutter open.

Your stomach dips, the pitter patter of your heart intensifies.

“With no Eunji and no reminders of her betrayal…” A stray piece of hair is tucked behind your ear, a habit of his that you have just become aware of. “ or yours.”

Jungkook was so confusing to you, that's one thing that never seemed to change.   Sometimes he said the sweetest and most reassuring things to you, sometimes you felt like you could see his controlled demeanor crack. In very rare moments that his vulnerability shined through, he seemed like just a scared boy.

Other times, it seemed like he enjoyed placing so many doubts inside your head, like he took pride in being able to install so much insecurity and fear in you. His words didn’t sound intentionally malicious but why did they feel it?

“Unless I’m wrong?” His lower pitched tone made you look back up at him. His hand had stilled on your hair, his lips a straight line.

“Unless you really want to see the person who said so many horrible things behind your back everyday.” He cocked his head, eyes drifting away from you.

“And who knows? Maybe your presence will upset her enough to leak that tape herself.”

You bite your lip, shaking your head at the thought.

“I couldn’t save you then baby, no matter how much you begged me. It would be out of my control.” Jungkook states firmly, giving you a warning look as he taps your cheek.

Another habit of his.

You blink away your tears brimming at your eyes. “ I’ll transfer.”

Perhaps it was cowardly of you to give into him, to give into the doubts and insecurity but all you wanted was a bit of peace. You were exhausted, so incredibly exhausted with the panic that ran through you, with not knowing what to expect next and feeling so out of place. You didn’t want to return to school, yearning for some normality just so Eunji could take out her anger and vengefulness on you.

If anything , you should be the one seeking revenge . But you suppose you already had, you took the love of her life away from her.

That would have stirred up some guilt in you before, it should’ve now but you felt hollow. Numb. Eunji didn’t seem to evoke any of the deep feelings you spent years feeling for her anymore. It was starting to feel like you actually managed to rip her out of your heart completely, replacing the love for her with pure emptiness.

Thinking about her feels draining now.

The satisfied look on Jungkook’s face is momentarily disrupted by the  loud beeping sound of the microwave which makes him  flinch his head towards it.

“Are you cooking something?” He asks, letting go of you and crossing over around the counter.

“No,” You respond warily. “Uh, your mother stopped by earlier.”

He pauses in his steps, glancing back at you with a questioning look. You follow behind him like a lost puppy, awkwardly shifting to his side.

“ My mother?”

He didn’t sound upset.

That was good, wasn’t it? You felt like you were walking on eggshells again. Was his mother still a touchy subject? She had given the impression that their relationship wasn’t as bad as it used to be but you weren’t sure how much of that was true on Jungkook’s end.

You nod at him, giving him a nervous smile.

“She brought you food , I was warming  it up for you.”

He opens the microwave, taking a look at the heated food before glancing back down at you.

“For me?” He placed a kiss on your forehead, pinching your cheek with his thumb and to your surprise, it feels like it’s the first time you don’t shiver at his touch. “That’s so sweet of you baby.”

It seemed like he was mildly shocked at your small act of kindness. You supposed it was a tad out of character after all. It wasn’t like you ever went out of your way to show him kindness except for when you had been trying to fool him.

The thought of him thinking you were being disingenuous crossed your mind immediately.

“I wanted to.” You inch closer towards the counter. “ I mean, you’re letting me stay here so that’s the least I could do, I guess.”

“I also washed the dishes and tidied up a bit, I hope you don’t mind.”

He closes the microwave after placing the food in front of you both and gives you a perplexed look.

“I don’t mind at all.” He frowns. “I want you to feel at home here, just like I want you to stay here. This is your house as much as it is mine now.”

His eyes are on you again as he leans forward, the dark curls tickling his forehead.

“You know it bothers me when you say stuff like that, as if I physically forced you into my house.” His fingers play with the lid of the tupperware. “ Like you’re some charity case to me… because you’re not. The only reason I had to say those things to you is because of how blind you’re being.”

“So your solution to everything is blackmailing me?” You lift your gaze to see his eyes sharpening.

He bites the inside of his cheek, obviously not liking the truth being thrown back at his face.

“Yes,” The lid is thrown to the side, the smell of the spices filling your nostrils again. “ At least until you realize how much you need me like I need you.”

You blink at him in awe of the audacity he always manages to have.

“Jungkook-“

“What did you and my mother talk about?” He cuts you off with another glare.

The question evokes a few seconds of uncomfortable silence and it leaves room for the inevitable tension to make its way through. Your fingers start to twitch, the flighting feeling that is a regular guest in your body makes its hourly appearance.

“N-Not much, she talked about you mostly.” You say, making sure your voice didn’ waver and he catches your hand when you attempt to move away from his side.

He keeps you in place, fingers wrapping against your own. 

“What about me?” He didn’t sound curious but he didn’t sound interrogative either.

You think over how much to tell him, what if his mother didn’t want him to know about your conversation? Would she mind? What she has said was personal, very personal. She had revealed a big chunk of Jungkook’s past and his traumas, how his childhood had impacted him. Would he find offense to her saying that to you? Your head hurts with the endless possibilities of ways this could go wrong for you.

“About how much she misses you…how you guys seem to be getting closer now.” You say with a tight-lipped smile and watch him simply study you, awaiting more details.

“S-She thinks it’s because of me. That I’ve been a …positive influence.”

“Really?” He hums, looking down at the food in front of him that he still hadn’t touched. “ I suppose she’s right, you know? Ever since I met you, I’ve been in a far better mood.”

His eyes twinkle, a more upbeat playful look taking over him and you feel the atmosphere slowly shift. The tension lingered but it seemed like a distant cloud now, making its way out of your vicinity.

“I didn’t realize you had told her about me.”

He nods, sending you a relaxed grin.

“Why wouldn’t I? I figured I’d at least have to tell her about finding the love of my life. She’s still my mother after all, whether she acts like it or not.”

The love of my life.

You swear your heart stops momentarily hearing him say those words. You couldn’t get used to them and you’re afraid for the day that you might.

You want to tell him that he shouldn’t throw that word around, that he couldn’t possibly love you. But if you knew Jungkook even a little, you knew it was unwise to deny his love for you. Or more so his obsession.

“She also said she was kinda surprised that I was with you..” You rambled on causing him to raise an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Was she rude to you-“

“No! No..It’s just, I think she was shocked because we seem so different.” It was taking a lot of strength to withhold so much information, you wanted to ask him so much. You wanted to confirm what she was saying, to ask Jungkook himself what was his fascination with you, to deny what you were already brewing inside your mind.

You wanted him to deny your doubts, to tell you that what you had concluded wasn’t true and to bring some sanity back into you. Because if what you suspected was true, his feelings for you truly did run much deeper than you already feared.  It scared you that it could all be connected to his mother. It was something you didn’t want to come to terms with, your entire body squirmed with the possibility of him attaching himself to you to the point of no return, to the point where he could turn against you if you made even the slightest mistake his mother had once made.

It was more concerning how you didn’t want to be like his mother, you didn’t want him to think you would abandon him.

The fleeing thought left as quickly as it came and your entire body squirmed at what you had just admitted.

No.

Something was wrong with you.

He was starting to get inside your head, mess with your perception of him. It was a known manipulation tactic, right? These feelings couldn’t be good, and they couldn’t be real. You couldn’t let yourself start to make room for him in your heart but it was as if he was forcing himself in without any warning.

“Really?” He bites his lip. “ I guess we are but that’s what I like about it. None of my exes  compare to you.”

Exes.

That sparks another storm of curiosity.

“Were they all like Eunji?” Or were they all like you?

Jungkook paused, fingers playing with yours as they traced the skin of your palm.

“More or less, I don't really remember. “ He tells you. “Why does it matter?”

“I just feel like I don’t know much about you.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes squinting slightly.

“What’s with the newfound curiosity, baby?” He rasps. “ Did my mother already fill your head with my sob story about how traumatic my childhood was because of her?”

You’re thrown off by his bluntness and his spot on prediction. Your fingers tremble restlessly under him as your breath hitches.

A smirk tugs at his lips.

“Seems like she did.”  He brings your hand to his mouth, leaving a firm kiss. “Having a change of heart?”

You want to scoff, hating how his words cut right through you because he’s not completely wrong.

“I-It was just a question.” You pull your hand away, stepping away from him.

He looks amused as if he’s holding back a laugh and turns his attention back to the container.

“Did you eat?” He swiftly changes the subject and you nod as you make your way towards the other side of the counter, opposite of him.

You watch as he picks up the pair of chopsticks, motioning the food over to you.

“You should eat more, you probably spent days eating only ramen at that motel.” He comments as he picks up some of the meat and holds it to your mouth.

A little taken aback, you hesitate before taking the bite.

“I’m already full.” You manage to say between chews.

He ignored you, pushing the food towards you as he walked over to your side with lazy steps. A sigh leaves him as he brushes up against you, his arm coming to wrap around your waist.

You’re pushed against his chest, his chin resting on your inner shoulder. The action sends a shiver through you but you undeniably enjoy the warmth of his body. Part of you wondered why he still had that type of effect on you despite being with him in the most intimate way possible already.

“Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?” He mumbled against you, his breath hot on your ear.

The image of his pills you found in the bathroom flash through your head, painting an unfortunate picture. Suspicion makes its way through you.

Did he know? He couldn’t possibly know and you decided against bringing that up right now.

Was he referring to something else? Your thoughts wandered off to the texts on your phone. Hoseok. You were positive he didn’t know about that either, he hadn’t looked through it and he had thought it was Eunji.

You shake your head, fingers tapping against the counter in rapid motions.

“No..I don’t think so.” You made it clear to sound confused.

He hums against you, his other arm sneaking around you and hugging you tightly.

“No?” He repeats, laying soft kisses on your neck.

Falling silent, you crane your neck, allowing him more room for his lips to explore your neck and your eyes shut tightly. The feeling of his mouth against your skin was making you feel hot all over, the pleasure seeping through every inch of you. Your breath quickened and you let out a gasp when his teeth grazed your earlobe, his hand sneaking to palm the swell of your left breast.

He pulls away abruptly, his fingers lingering on your lower waist as he moves back.

“Finish eating, I have some work to finish.” He whispers gently, sending you a smile before he fixes your hair over your shoulder.

You swallow thickly, he doesn’t give you a chance to reply as he turns on his heel and makes his way down the hallway. You’re left a little shaken up, with a familiar feeling pooling at your core. Scolding yourself again, you bring your nails back to your mouth, biting away the nerves.

You let your head fall, your free hand touching the spots where he kissed you and your fingers slowly slip to wrap around the necklace on your neck.

What should be over is still drilled under your skin, you could feel him all over you even when he was nowhere near you anymore.

Glancing down, you stared at the container in front of you, boring holes into it as another observation crossed your mind. One that you weren’t sure held any significance.

“God, I’ve been starving all day.”

Yet Jungkook had not touched his mother’s meal for him at all. Not even one bite.

—-

The days went by rather quickly and not as dragged out as you initially expected them to be. Despite spending the week mostly inside Jungkook’s room reading and preparing yourself for the transfer of schools , you found yourself almost falling into a routine. The mornings were filled with that anxiousness that had gotten gradually worse every day. You tried to ignore it at first but it was impossible . It would resurface every other hour at the most random times. The panic attacks were becoming a more regular occurrence and you knew exactly why.

You had run out of your meds days ago but you still had not mentioned it to Jungkook. You weren’t sure why you were holding onto that small piece of dignity you had left. Making him purchase your prescription just made you feel like you were going to fully be depending on him and it would rip away all little control you had left.

But yet he was the person that comforted you every morning. He was the one to calm you down, whisper that you were okay over and over again until you believed it. He was the one to bring you the tea that always made you sleepy. He was the one to hold to his chest, turning on the TV and switching through the shows until he found one that peaked your interest.

You were right in thinking that Jungkook noticed every small detail, he proved it more to you everyday.  He was so attentive , clingy almost but not the point where he suffocated you. He had let you have your moments alone during the day, leaving to go work at his office or at times you would see him just lounging around in the living room.

You were waiting to get sick of him, to feel so overwhelmed and cornered like you thought you had felt every time you had been with him before. You were waiting to feel that same uneasiness and fear you always had but that seemed to be diminishing as the days and nights went by.

The girl in the mirror that stared back at you felt foreign, not only because she looked drained beyond belief but because of the flaky bumps on your face. You had a tendency to pick at your skin whenever you felt incredibly anxious which happened to be nearly everyday now. Your meds had helped with that but ever since you stopped, the habit came back stronger than ever and last night had been your tipping point.

Not enough air.

Not enough air.

That’s what your brain kept repeating to you. The bathroom walls seemed to be closing in on you, the tiles were blinding and you swore your vision felt blurry. You didn’t know where it came from but you supposed you never did.  You had been brushing your teeth, just finished texting Hoseok another excuse as to why you had to postpone your cafe meeting to another day yet again. To your luck, he was rather persistent and it would’ve been cute if you had not been blatantly lying to him in the first place.

Before you knew it, your toothbrush fell out of your shaking hand and your heartbeat skyrocketed. The reflection in the mirror didn’t even feel real, nothing did when you were in this state.

“No no.” You mumbled to yourself, backing up against the door as your hands shook uncontrollably.  Convincing yourself you were okay was the goal but unfortunately you were rarely ever successful.

Your mouth dried as you tried to swallow repeatedly. Running your fingers through your hair, you let out a sob and let yourself slide down the door. This was going to pass but it would take a while.

A long while.

You brought your knees up to your chest, your breaths came out uneven and hurried.

The knock on the door only made your heart beat even faster, as if that was even possible.

“Baby?” Jungkook’s voice rang through the other side of the door.

You didn’t reply, you only scooted over when you heard him rattle the doorknob and eventually swing it open. It took him a second to process the scene, his doe eyes widened before he sprung into action.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong?” He demanded kneeling down immediately, concern washing over this face as you flinched at his touch on your shoulder.

“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!” The sobs left your mouth and each one seemed to shatter his heart because he shook his head and placed both his hands on your shoulders.

“Baby, you’re fine. You’re okay, I promise.” He said but his voice sounded distant as you continued to rapidly shake your head in denial.

“No! I can’t! I-I can’t.” You wheezed, taking another deep breath that didn’t feel like it was allowing enough air inside your lungs.

“Yes you can.” He firmly stated, his grip tightened around your shoulders, face lowering to yours as he met your teary gaze.

“You’re breathing just fine, if you couldn’t breathe you’d not be as conscious as you are right now.” More tears left you as you nodded your head at his words despite your mind still convincing you that he was wrong.

“But it feels like I can’t!” Your hands moved over to your face, your body in need of releasing the unwanted energy so you went to pick at your face, nails scratching down a part of your cheek until Jungkook’s hands yanked them away from you. He held both your wrists in one hand while he used the other  to wipe away your tears.

“Stop that, I said you’re fine. You need to take deep breaths.” He instructed and just like last time, he imitated the action, breathing in and out as you copied him.

However, this time it didn’t seem to be working.

“No! N-No.” Your breaths quickened again despite how much he assured you that you were doing good.

“Baby, stop it. Stop it.” Jungkook ordered as you tried to escape his grasp but he only pulled you towards him. You let out a scream as you gave him another tug in your desperate state and managed to free one hand from his strong grip. You used that hand to throw a hit at his chest, it didn’t do much to waver him so you went up a bit further but he shifted, causing you to throw a punch directly at the side of his jaw.

He shut his eyes at the impact but didn’t flinch back, barely reacting to the blow.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean that!” You whispered, voice breaking slightly. “Just let me go! Let me go!”

His nostrils flared and for a moment you think he'd lash out at you but he doesn’t. He lets out a sigh instead and catches your hand again, tugging it forward.

“Shh it’s okay, baby.”

“I-I didn’t mean to hit you I swear! I’m sorry.” You swallow in another hurried whisper as you start to taste the tears on your lips.

“You didn’t hurt me, I’m fine. See?” He leans down to meet your eyes again, craning his neck so you can see his cheek. “I’m all fine.”

You nod, another whimper leaving you as you shut your eyes tightly. You hated feeling like this.

“You need to breathe with me, okay?” He stated. “You need to listen or else I’ll have to take you to the hospital.”

That made another wave of sheer panic run through you.

“The hospital? N-no, why? I’m okay, “ You said with pleading eyes, you relaxed in his grip a bit, your fingers curling around his white t-shirt instead. His hair was still damp from the shower and you felt a few droplets of water hit the top of your head.

“I’ll breathe, I’ll breathe.” You reassured as you started taking deep breaths again, your hands still trembling against him.

The last thing you wanted was to be at the hospital. You couldn’t fathom that, you knew what they would think, where they would likely recommend you heading to.

“Good, breathe with me. You’re going to be fine baby, you’re just fine.” Jungkook nods, wrapping both hands around you and laying your head against his chest.

You stay in that position for what seems like hours, breathing in and out until you finally feel the air return to your lungs. Your heart still pounds against your chest but it slows with every new breath and you feel like you might actually pass out this time but not from panic, from pure exhaustion.

The tears dry on your cheek and you're left with nothing but a runny nose that stains Jungkook’s shirt. He continues to run his fingers through your hair, shushing you everytime he feels your breath quickening again and forcing you to listen to him talk about the day he first met you, everything he liked about you, every little detail he had noticed ever since you moved in with him.

He cracks jokes even, ones you try to not find funny but fail to. It earns a smug smirk from him when he looks down to see you breaking into the slightest grin.

The memory slips away as you turn the faucet on and rinse your toothbrush. You felt incredibly vulnerable, more than you ever had been. Last night made you realize how much of yourself you had revealed to Jungkook, it felt even more intimate than sex. Not that you hadn’t indulged in plenty of that with him as well.

“The tea is ready,” The sudden voice makes you jump back, turning your head to see Jungkook leaning against the door frame with a mug in his hands.

“Jumpy?” He mumbled as he handed you over the mug with a grin.

You take it from his hands, hoping to wash away some of the exhaustion from last night.

His grin drops when he notices the marks on your face, a frown taking over his handsome features.

“We need to buy an ointment for these. ” His eyebrows furrow as he runs a long finger along your cheek, inspecting them further.

Embarrassment bubbles inside you as you pull away and take a long sip of the tea.

“They’re fine.” You swallow down the sweetness. His eyes follow your movements .

“You’re too pretty to be marking up your face.” He says in a scolding tone, glancing down at your hands. “We need to work on how you manage your anxiety.”

It was almost insulting that he sounded like a  therapist in this situation given the ironic circumstances. That made you remember what you had been avoiding bringing up the past two weeks.

“I wanted to ask you about something…” You start, drifting your gaze from him. There was something about him that always seemed to carry an intensity when he looked at you that you couldn’t stand to look at for long.

He raised an eyebrow, urging you to continue.

“I…I saw some pills in the medicine cabinet,” You point behind you casually, chewing on your lip. “I’ve heard they can be used to treat…certain conditions like bipolar disorder or BPD.

His eyes shifted over behind you, towards the medicine cabinet and if you were expecting his face to give away something , it didn’t. His expression remained relaxed, no signs of being upset by you snooping through his things.

“Yeah, I have BPD.” He nods.” I have been diagnosed since I was a kid.”

You can’t help but be surprised at his calm demeanor . You expected him to be upset at you for looking through his things and prying into his health because who wouldn’t be? The more you knew about him, the more contradicting he seemed. When you thought you had him a part of him figured out, he proved you wrong again. Were you just never truly aware of his actual personality? Jungkook had not seemed to lash out once the entire time he was with you but yet you had made a complete villain out of him already.

“Oh.” You reply , eyeing him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go through your things.”

He gives you a tight-lipped smile in response, leaning against the doorframe again.

“It’s fine,” He replied nonchalantly before he glanced behind him.

“I made breakfast, we should go eat before it gets cold.”

“Right, yeah.” You nod, walking past him and making your way out the bathroom. He followed behind you as you both walked out the room and into the hallway.

You passed his office as always and as always, your eyes lingered on the half creaked open door. Eyes boring into the little glimpse of his monitor. It was killing you to not be able to go through it, you didn't know why you felt such a need , a pull towards the room. It almost made you feel like some insane crazy girlfriend who threw her boyfriend’s things but you couldn’t help the itch.

It made you feel even crazier that Eunji’s words rang through your head every time you passed by it.

There’s something seriously wrong with him.

You thought you knew what she had meant but now you weren’t so sure you did. If Jungkook was capable of acting like a complete saint around you, making you even question if what he had done to you had even happened in the first place then you could only imagine how convincing he was towards Eunji, to someone he didn’t even like.

What had Eunji had been referring to? There was no way she knew of what Jungkook had put you through. Of how he had blackmailed you, how he formed you into making the worst betrayal.

Or had she? Had she suspected? Had he made some sort of slip up?

Was there more to this that you didn’t know? Those thoughts kept you up every night, they ran through your brain over and over again.  They were almost as infuriating as Hoseok’s texts, asking you how you were , what you ate and how your day was going. You knew the best thing you could do was to block him, you would be doing him a favor but for some reason, you couldn’t let yourself do it. The guilt would eat you up alive every night too if you did that.

You broke your stare from the door and finally entered the kitchen, seeing a plate of bacon and eggs at the counter. Without a second thought, you poured a glass of orange juice in an empty cup and turned to give it to Jungkook.

The action was small, simple and domestic. But you saw the bright glint in his eyes, a smile quickly taking over him as he grabbed the cup and gave you a kiss on the cheek in return.

“This is how I always wanted it to be, you know?” He tells you as you lean over the counter to grab his plate and put it beside him.

“Hm?” You reply distractedly.

“You at my side, always. It’s how I always want it to be, I want us to be happy.” His voice is closer now, and you realize he’s right next to you. You look up to see his soft gaze, a rare look of vulnerability flashing through his features. . “You make me happy.”

You wonder how he’s capable of saying these things after what he saw last night, a complete meltdown like that would send almost any young guy his age questioning the entire relationship but Jungkook didn’t seem to mind at all. It was like he didn’t see any flaws with you, as if even your flaws made you perfect in his eyes.

It was concerning and you knew it wasn’t healthy but why was it so comforting?

“I’ll make you happy too, I promise.” He stared at you with that same pained look he had the first night you spent together ever since you moved in, the night when he asked you if you thought you could ever love him. It was the look that made every instinct in you want to hug him and tell him he didn't need to feel that way.

You blinked at him, eyes wide at his entire confession.

“I’ll make it so that you never even think about somebody else,” He whispered slowly, voice dropping an octave.

You were afraid that was already happening but perhaps not in the exact way he expected.

You started to back away but he stopped you, hand landing on your waist as he peaked down at you.

His lips tilted upwards as he took notice of your attire.

“Have I told you how much I love these little skirts of yours baby?” His hands tugs at the ends of it , making you let out a yelp at the exposed skin he caused by his wandering hands.

He chuckled, a playful yet mischievous look drowning his eyes. His half lidded gaze continued to completely eye fuck you as your thoughts ran off to a completely different route that promised a horrid ending for both of you.

You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, the familiar hot feeling returning to your face as one of his hands snaked under the skirt and palmed your inner thigh.

However, in the midst of your undeniable pleasure you couldn’t help but glance back at the hallway, your mind unable to escape Eunji’s haunting last words to you.

“W-Wait,” You tug his arms away from you.

He lets you go and shifts next to you.  His overgrown dark curls messily brush up against his forehead and he pushes them away as he tilts his head down at you with a questioning stare.

“Not now.” You say and you realize it’s the first time you have actually rejected him since you moved in.

It seems to shock him as much as it shocked you, his eyebrows knitting together as a few seconds of silence pass. But then his face returns to the familiar neutral expression you’re used to, a smile plastering on his lips instead.

“Okay,” He simply says with a quick nod, sitting next to you as he hands over a fork to you.

You let out a shaky sigh, not liking the tension you unknowingly created because it’s obvious that Jungkook noticed a shift in you in that second.

——

It was a mistake. You knew deep down that you shouldn’t even be thinking about this. 

While you got dressed, you kept telling yourself to back out of the idea. Sometimes you wondered if you had a thing for self sabotage because every decision you made only seemed to dig you into a deeper hole than the last.  

Despite that, you threw your bag over your shoulder and took one last look in the mirror before heading out of the bedroom. It was weird how much this place was starting to feel like an actual home to you. Your mark on it had been placed on it without much thought, it started with tiny things like suggesting your preferred candle scents to Jungkook and now it ended in you picking out certain decorations that you thought fit the apartment better. 

In a way, you thought the flowers in the kitchen and living room added some life to the dull interior. The pictures of your parent’s on Jungkook’s  nightstand made it feel more homely. Your makeup in his bathroom added a more feminine touch maybe, your scent all over his sheets made you feel like you were in your own house back with your parents. You suppose you didn’t mind his scent either though, his cologne lingered on your clothes as well so perhaps you weren’t the only one leaving a mark. 

You gripped your bag tightly as you emerged into the living room, shivering at the cool temperature that Jungkook always insisted on having. 

He was sitting on the couch, a laptop in his lap as he deeply concentrated on whatever was on the screen. But once he noticed you, his head immediately turned your way and scanned the bag around your shoulder. 

“Hey,” You give him a small smile and watch his gaze still glued on your bag until he slowly meets your eyes at last. 

“Going somewhere?” He asks, ignoring your greeting. 

Things had not been awkward like you had suspected they would be after that scene you pulled on him the other day. You thought that he had noticed something in you , that he may be suspecting something off with your behavior but everything had gone back to normal. 

Well, as normal as it could get. 

“Um yeah,” You glance towards the door. “I, uh, just thought I’d get some fresh air. I haven’t been out in nearly two weeks.” 

The lie felt natural. It was partly true after all, you were always the type to prefer staying inside so with the lack of college classes, you had not felt the urge to leave the apartment much at all. That with the added anxiety you always tended to feel in public didn’t help either. However, you would start classes at your new university in a few days so it was best to start to get used to people again. 

What better way to do that than to visit Eunji. 

You almost laughed at your idiotic self, the last person you should be meeting is her and if Jungkook found out where you were headed, you were afraid that eerily calm demeanor he had exhibited this entire time would break in that second. 

Jungkook’s eyes darkened slightly, his once soft gaze sharpening at your words. You could see the clear mistrust in them. 

“You haven’t mentioned wanting to go out, we could’ve planned something.” He tells you, closing the laptop in his lap as he sits up straighter. He was dressed in his usual work attire, which you didn’t tend to see him much in since he preferred more casual clothing. 

But earlier today he had a meeting at his father’s company and he was dressed in a button up black shirt with equally dark dress pants with a belt that hugged his waist. 

“N-No, it’s fine. I just want some alone time, it’s no big deal.” You keep your voice steady, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

“Right,” He nods, licking his lips. “Where are you planning on going?”  

“Um, just around the park. I’ll probably just sit there and read a book for a while.” You start making your way towards the door and hear him lift himself off the couch behind you. 

“Don’t be long, I don’t want you being out late at a park alone.” His words are firmer this time, no room for gentleness. 

You turn back at him, “Yeah I know, I’ll be back soon.”  

“Baby.” His voice causes you to halt in your steps again. 

 You expect him to call out your lie. Your heart drops for a moment, anticipating his next words being a direct insult of a condescending reminder of how stupid you were for trying to fool him. 

But instead he simply reminds you of the obvious. 

“Make sure to answer your phone.” 

 —— 

You have to admit you felt a lot more sane and in control this time around. It didn’t take any hesitation to knock on Eunji’s door despite how terrible of an idea this was. The warning signs kept blaring inside your head, demanding you to turn on your heel and leave. 

Glancing down at your phone, you make sure that there is no possible way of Jungkook seeing your location. You turned it off immediately after leaving the apartment and you had never shared it with him in the first place but to be sure, you double checked that you weren’t sharing it on any social media platforms or with anyone in your contacts. While you tapped to exit out of an application, it was taking longer than necessary for it to close and you frowned. Your phone had been freezing up lately and acting slower than usual. 

You sighed as you placed it back into your pocket. Despite how much you felt compelled to leave by your better judgment, you  couldn’t let things go unfinished. It felt wrong to let things end like they did. It felt wrong to let things go like they did. In a way, you feel like you didn’t do yourself justice in the way you handled the situation. 

The door in front of you swung open and you braced yourself for the wrath that you were about to be faced with. 

Eunji looked as good as ever, you should’ve expected nothing less. It was clear that what had happened impacted you far more. Her long hair sat beautifully below her waist and her skin practically glowed, you’re remembered why you had been so infatuated with her for so long in that moment but you’re also remembered that you felt absolutely nothing now. 

Seeing her should’ve made your heart face again but you’re glad to find yourself simply observing her instead of admiring her. 

Her eyes immediately glared at your presence, her stunning face twisting in annoyance. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” There was the tiniest bit of surprise layered underneath all that anger. 

“I’m not here to fight with you,” You made it clear despite the bubble of anger inside you growing. Instantly you are cruelly faced with the reminder of betrayal and her lack of remorse. 

“I need to talk to you about Jungkook.”

Eunji’s eyes darken further and a scoff leaves her lips.

“Are you serious right now? What made you think I’d even want to see your face again?” 

Her words aim to cut you deep but you feel hollow. Empty. It reassured you that your love for her no longer took up a place inside your heart.

“I don’t care what you want,” You say through gritted teeth. “This is important, I need you to tell me what you meant when you said there was something wrong with him.” 

You watch as her eyebrows furrow, her fingers tightly gripping the edges of the door. 

“What happened? Did you realize your Prince Charming isn’t all that great?” She sneers, inching closer to you. “ Are you regretting fucking my boyfriend?” 

You want to scream the truth to her, to tell her that you were the one who knew all along how demented her supposed perfect boyfriend was. It enraged you that she still had the audacity to blame you for this, to see you as the bad guy when all she had done was ruin your friendship and ignore you when you had warned her. 

If only you knew how much I regret, Eunji. 

“No.” You smile at her. “ That’s the part I’d never regret.” 

Pain flashes through her eyes, and you watch as she tries to blink away the tears forming in them. Her lips are set in a straight line as she watches you with the most resentful look you had ever seen on her face. You can’t lie and say it didn’t tug something inside you. That was the type of look that nobody with a beating heart was immune to.

“Fuck you, Y/n.” She whispers to you, her face now only inches away from you. “ I hope he really does ruin your life.” 

You ignore the dread that fills you with her words. “ Tell me what you meant.” 

“What did you see in Jungkook that made you say that?” What did she know? 

A spiteful smirk tugged at her lips, knowing how much it was eating you up brought her some satisfaction. It made the experience a little less horrible for her.

“And why would I tell you that?” She asks, feigning a look of obliviousness. “I think it’d be much better for you to figure it out yourself.” 

You felt like ripping out your hair and for a second you considered throwing your promise out the window and completely lunging at her. This time there was nobody holding the either of you back.

“God damn it Eunji! Tell me what you meant!” You raise your voice, the clear frustration making its appearance in your crazed expression. 

Eunji’s eyes scan your face, looking a bit alarmed by your lash out. You didn’t blame her, she had never seen you this way and you couldn’t even say you recognized yourself either. You let out a loud sigh as you run your hands over your face.  

“Forget it, I should’ve never fucking come here.” You snap at her and turn on your heel, hating how belittle you felt even when you were meant to have the upper hand. 

Was this how it was always going to be? You tried to have a backbone for once and she managed to throw you down beneath her once again. It resembled your relationship with Jungkook , with how he mentally always seemed to be ahead of you and no matter how much you would try to one up him, he came out as the winner time and time again. 

“Y/n!” You groan as you hear Eunji call out your name, turning to look back at her.  

You sent the dirtiest look her way as she peeks out the doorway and gives you a look full of pity. 

“Ask your little boyfriend what he was doing walking into Professor Clark’s classroom a few weeks ago.” 

 ——

The walk to the apartment was nightmarish. You feel your throat closing up before the elevator even reaches the desired floor and you’re seeing nothing but red as you make your way through the extravagant corridors. 

Eunji’s words were not what you were expecting at all. For a second, you didn’t know if you should’ve believed them but you knew better. 

Life was truly playing a sick game with you at this point. Why did everything feel like it was a plot to specifically ruin your life? Why did the people who were meant to care for you turn into your worst enemies? It felt unfair, so incredibly unfair. 

What had Jungkook been doing with Professor Clark? 

In his classroom? Eunji couldn’t have been referring to what you had initially thought. That she may have seen him when he went to go sort out your accusation. No. She knew what she was saying to you. What she was implying.

What had he been doing at your college in the first place? 

And most importantly, why did you keep asking yourself these questions like you didn’t know the answer already? You think back to your plagiarism accusation, to how you remembered how vital it was to never plagiarize and that you had never once done it in your life. You think about how the entire situation played out, how odd it all had been. How you ran to Jungkook for help. 

How easily he offered a solution, how easily he had fixed the situation. 

It couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? 

Was Jungkook really willing to go this far? Had what he had done not been enough?  

You felt sick to your stomach as you neared the apartment door, your key card sliding with ease as you swung it open. Your legs felt wobbly as you made your way inside, not even knowing how you were going to go about this. 

“Baby, you’re home.” Jungkook’s voice greets you as you walk further inside, the door shutting loudly behind you. 

His figure appears before you, a hard look on his face as he presses his lips onto yours in a quick firm kiss. Your jaw clenched as he pulled away. 

“We have a guest.” He informs you roughly, eyes boring into yours as he flashes you a forced sickly smile that you had not seen on him in what feels like ages.

It throws you off completely that you physically stumble to the side a bit.

Your entire body stiffens at his expression and your eyes trail over behind him to see the person sitting at the kitchen counter. 

Hoseok.

—-

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hihiiiiii!! I'd liek to request val w reader and reader on her period/being sick jus fluffy comfort w that ?? I'm going through it and oml its terrible and I wanna b coddled by my comfort character lmao, thanks if u do do it. if not totally ok!!! hope u have a nice dayyyyy <3

I feel that pain in my soul! Enjoy and I hope this story brings you the comfort you crave. <3

He knew it was coming before she did. 

So when he came home from another long day and found her curled up in her bed with a heating pad, he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. 

“Princessa, why are you in here?” He asked, as if he didn’t know the answer. 

She was embarrassed. He knew it, she knew it and they both pretended that wasn’t why she curled up in her own bed on the seventh day of each month. He wasn’t sure if it was the event itself or the fear of ruining his bedsheets that led her to crawl away from him, only for him to chase after her, reassure her each month that yes, he loved her, and no, he didn’t want her to sleep away from him. A little blood never hurt anyone, after all- it was the gift that would allow them to have children someday, if they so desired. 

But he didn’t say that- he knew better. The last time he tried to make a positive comment on the event, by telling her that his videos starring actresses on their period made the most profit, was met with general resistance and quite a bit of accusations about the stupidity of men. 

“It’s a curse,” she had proclaimed with tears streaming down her face. “And it hurts, Val!”

And so, he resigned himself to privately tracking her cycle- simply so he could be prepared for when the time inevitably hit. 

“I’m here,” she muttered in response. “Go away. I don’t feel good.” 

He knew she didn’t mean that. 

“I know, mi amore.” He replied as he sat on the bed next to her. “How can I make it better?”

“Something for the pain, and chocolate. Please. Lots of it.” She replied listlessly. 

Unease settled in Valentino’s chest. She never took painkillers- let alone asked for them. He pushed his hand against her forehead and to his relief, his palm was met with coolness. Probably just a bad bout of cramps. 

Carefully, he helped her sit up and held the heating pad in position while she swallowed down the pink pills. Once they were safely in her system, she tucked herself willingly into his arms. 

The weight of her head on his chest as she curled into a tighter ball made him wonder how she could handle this each month, handle the pain and continue to go about her life as if she wasn’t actively fighting her own biological battle. He tucked her head under his chin and kissed her forehead softly. She needed to understand that she didn’t have to be miserable by herself each month. That he loved her, no matter what was going on in her life. 

“Will you let me take you to our room, reader?” he asked gently, “I have your favorite stashed away. And I can order in dinner for us both, if you feel like eating. But you belong in there- next to me. Not hidden away in darkness.” 

That, at least, seemed to pique her interest. But as quickly as she considered it, her head rested back against him and she shook her head.

“It hurts to walk,” she whined quietly. “I don’t want to move.”

“Then allow me,” he responded. 

He wrapped her into his arms and, making sure the heating pad came with them, carried her off to the safety and comfort of their bedroom. He settled her against the overstuffed pillows and gently tugged the now cool heating pad out of her hands, replacing  it with a bar of chocolate and the television remote. 

She tore into the wrapper and took a bite. He raised an eyebrow at her. Had she eaten anything yet today? He mentally kicked himself for not checking on her earlier. He knew she had a tendency to not eat for the first few hours and then eat everything in sight. That usually resulted in a tummy ache in addition to the pain. His poor princessa didn’t need anymore pain. 

“I’m going to warm this up for you, you decide what you want for dinner,” he said slowly. “Can I convince you to drink something in the meantime?”

“Water, milk, I don’t care. And I know what I want for dinner.”

“Then text it to me, princessa, so I get it right,” he replied as he walked back towards the kitchen. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her settle back and flip on the television. Good, if nothing else, she seemed to be more content. 

In the kitchen, he tossed the heating pad into the microwave and checked his phone. Ah. Of course, she wanted her favorite meal from her favorite restaurant. He could have guessed that, but better to let her tell him.  He placed the order and pulled the now warm pad from the microwave. He carried it back to her and to his relief, she looked a little brighter. 

“What did you give me, Val? This is the best I’ve felt all day,” she demanded.

His eyes met hers. “Nothing you would object to, Princessa. I promise. Just relax. Dinner is on its way.” He laid the heating pad against her belly and smoothed back her hair, pressing his lips to her forehead. 

“Snuggles while we wait?” She asked as she reached for him. 

He gave her a smile and wrapped her into his arms as he climbed into bed with her. She snuggled into him and he held her gently, careful to keep the heating pad in place. Whatever his princessa wanted, he would make damn well sure she got. As he reached to rub her back, a realization came to mind. 

She asked to snuggle with him. That never happened during her time of the month. Maybe, just maybe, she was starting to trust his love for her after all.

#valentino x reader #valentino x you #the vees #valentino x wife #valentino #hazbin hotel #hazbin fluff #valentino hazbin hotel

[ztarvokwrites]

Dracule Mihawk - Actions Speak Volumes

a/n: yo yo yo! had this scenario in my head for a few days n decided to write abt it before i lose my train of thought haha! here u go <3

synopsis: it's only when you finally snap that he realises just how much you're hurting, thus he does everything he can to make it up to you.

reader is gn!

warnings: none, just angst, fluff, comfort, maybe a bit of sexual tension at the end if you squint hard enough.

word count: 1,626

Your actions as of recent have been nothing short of frustratingly annoying. After Mihawk returned from a 3-month escapade for only the best supplies for the Guild (he does not trust Buggy’s lackeys), you’ve been acting uncharacteristically cold towards him. Alvida knows what’s bothering you, yet refuses to tell him why you’re suddenly so ice cold, a harsh and bitter contrast to your warm and kind personality that he adored so much.

“You should already know that, seeing how you’re so perceptive of everything,” She says as he asks once again what your problem is. His eyes are on you as you silently help Cabaji set up some weapons in case they need to battle the Navy again. “But, if you can’t see they’re hurting because of you, you’re dumber than I thought.”

“And what exactly did I do to them, may I ask? All I did was go out for supplies,” Mihawk responds sharply, looking at the young woman beside him from the corner of his eye. Alvida looks at him, dumbfounded at the density of the former Warlord. She grunts, putting her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, for 3 whole months without telling them,” Exclaims the woman, brows furrowing as she looks towards you, arms folding over her chest again. “Honestly, I’m surprised they’re still with you considering how bad you’ve been treating them!”

This made his head snap towards her so fast that Alvida jolted back, eyes wide in fear. His golden eyes, usually cold and unfeeling, look surprised at her statement. Surely she’s bluffing, right? Mihawk can’t recall treating his partner poorly. Sure, they might’ve had a little argument here and there, but he was still devoted to them. 

“...What makes you think I am treating my beloved so poorly?” He asks, his cold voice holding an edge of offence to Alvida’s accusation.

“Well…” Alvida hesitates, voice weak for a moment before she continues speaking with confidence. “You haven’t been spending much time with them, your attitude towards them is just downright mean, you brush off their concerns like they’re a waste of time, and-”

“Alvida,” You interrupted, walking up to her with your arms folded. “Stop complaining, would you? Me venting to you when I’m drunk doesn’t permit you to go to Dracule about our relationship troubles. This is something between Dracule and I, so keep your nose out of it.”

Dracule.

You’ve never used his first name before, let alone with such… Unfathomable coldness. Mihawk stares — no, gawks at you, his stoic expression faltering slightly into one of pure confusion. Was what Alvida said true? When your eyes meet his, he watches as you narrow your gaze, a silent command for him to speak to you privately now that he knows too much. His gaze holds your own for a few seconds until you walk away. Following you, he tries to strike up a conversation, but you shoot his attempts down with a simple, “We’ll talk when we’re in private, so be quiet and follow me.”

And so, in uncomfortable silence, Mihawk follows you into your shared tent, staring at you with his arms crossed as you sit at the table. You speak first before he can even open his mouth, airing out your grievances and spilling your heart to the man, knowing he can shrug it off like before. You speak of the neglect as of late, how he has been nonchalant and uncaring towards you, how you’ve been feeling unloved by the man and how you’ve been constantly put aside now that you’ve all formed the Cross Guild.

And perhaps you’ve seen this coming — no, you have seen this coming; the way he deflects and tries to downplay how badly he’s been treating you because he simply refuses to believe it. Of course, this turns into an argument that eventually gets heated, as tears sting your eyes and threaten to spill down your cheeks. You’re practically screaming at this point, desperately trying to get him to see your point of view.

“For once in your life, Dracule,” There you go again, using his first name as if it were venom on your tongue. “Think about me! Think about us! Instead of your top priority being disappearing without a trace for months on end, making me worried sick about you — you should be prioritising what this relationship means to you because this means everything to me! You mean everything to me!”

Mihawk goes silent at your outburst, his arms unfolding and resting by his sides as his attention falls on you. He’s not focused on what he refuses to believe anymore, he’s only focused on you. Only you. It’s like his world stops once he sees your grief-stricken face, your tears finally escaping your tear ducts and caressing your cheeks as they drift down to your chin, your lips pulled into a tight frown. His face remains stoic as he listens, finally listens to you. 

Oh, how he wants to hold you in his arms and apologise, but he doesn’t. He just lets you yell at him and open his eyes to the truth… But you’re gone once you’re done speaking, you're pushing past him and walking out of the tent to get some well-deserved air. The former Warlord steps out of the tent, trying to see where you ran off to, but you are nowhere to be seen.

It’s then that he decides he’s going to make it up to you. He isn’t a fool, he knows he hasn’t been as affectionate as of late, and this argument has made him realise just how much he’ll lose if he loses you. Mihawk certainly doesn’t want to lose you, not after all you’ve been through together.

Throughout the day, he gives you your space but finds little things that remind him of you as he explores what Emptee Bluff’s Island has to offer. Whether it be flowers or your favourite drink in the town that’s opposite Buggy’s Town, he soon returns with three or four bags of gifts and groceries — ignoring the questioning looks on peoples’ faces as he casually carries the heavy bags to your shared tent with ease.

As the week progresses, he slowly starts giving you these gifts in secret, leaving them in your chair or your side of the bed in the morning. Whenever you’d see them, your heart would skip a beat and ache with confusion before a small blush would rise to your cheeks. You know he’s a man of few words, so you are glad he is acknowledging you like this.

Finally, the time comes for the perfect last gift — a romantic dinner under the stars, far away from the chaos of the Guild, even if it was just for an hour or two. You show up wearing your best outfit, a little nervous as it’s been a while since the argument and neither of you have properly talked since. It’s not hard to find the spot, as the candles on the grass illuminate the blanket that you find your partner patiently sitting on. A small pang in your heart strikes as he lifts his head, his golden eyes meeting your gaze and scanning over your outfit. 

You can almost see it, the way his eyes light up behind his cold exterior upon seeing you dressed up like this. Honestly, it makes you flustered the way he just stares at you before motioning you to come forward and take a seat beside him.

“...I thought I’d treat you to something special tonight,” Begins Mihawk, pouring you a glass of wine as you sit down beside him. With a small smile, you take the glass from him and have a sip. “...I’ve been thinking about what Alvida had exposed to me, and what you said during our latest quarrel about a week ago.” A lump forms in your throat as you swallow the sip of your drink, feeling dread fill your stomach. There’s a small silence that overtakes you both as you avoid his gaze, looking up at the stars as he looks at you with those piercing eyes.

“...I don’t want to lose you like I almost did before,” Mihawk continues, staring at you as he puts his drink down on the blanket, his hand gently touching your forearm. “So let me make it up to you. I’m sorry, I promise to never make you feel unloved ever again.” You avert your gaze from the stars, finally looking towards him with tears glistening in your eyes. The hand that rests on your forearm now caresses your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that dares to slide down your flushed skin with his calloused thumb.

“...You’re an asshole sometimes, Mihawk,” You respond, your tone slightly playful yet mixing with a twinge of hurt. “You don’t notice how much you hurt me until it’s too late, and you’re a man with so few words that it surprises me you argue back… But, somehow, you eventually find the right words to say and I come crawling back to you. But I’ve noticed that this time, it’s different. Your actions have spoken volumes louder than your voice has, and it…” You stop rambling once you take in the way he’s looking at you.

The way a small smile barely tugs at his stoic lips, the way his golden eyes soften and pupils dilate as he takes you in. You blush, yet he finds himself smiling just a little more, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. The two of you find yourselves leaning in, and for a moment you think your lips are going to collide, but instead, Mihawk opens his mouth to say, “Would you like to see what I’ve prepared for this evening, my dear?”

starnote: i'm sleepy :)

dividers by @/ saradika!

#ztarvokwrites #one piece #dracule mihawk #op mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk #cross guild #dracule mihawk x reader

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.1

tags: rick sanchez x reader, love triangle, rick being rick, rick being mean af as usual, age gap, it will get dark, angst, double ended - you decide it, some chps will be smut, slow burn, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour this chapter: rick sanchez x reader, rick being mean, sfw with some sexual indications word count: 1750

“Listen to me, you bi-bitch. I am not doing this for you, got-got it? I was challenged by someone, and I am not someone who loses and if you spoiled bitch call me an old man again, I’ll make you scream it, understand?”

„What-what the actual fuck is this?!“

The whole Smith family was staring at the most recent weird event in their living room. A girl lying on their floor, alone and unconscious. It was obvious that she wasn’t an alien – judging by her appearance. Summer was focused on her outfit, Beth was checking if she still had a pulse and Jerry was being Jerry (useless).

“Morty – Morty you disgusting little shit! Did you buy a girl from space? Fucking pervert. I’m going to kill you!”, Rick’s voice echoed through the room, spit dripping from his mouth. His grandson instantly denied the accusations vehemently, saying that he is a pervert but not that kind of pervert. Rick was angry, furious even, someone like him – the smartest man alive – didn’t have time for shit like this.

“Um…Dad?”, Beth was holding a piece of paper in her hand instead of her usual glass of red wine, “It’s for you.”

“Wow, Grandpa Rick, maybe you were the one buying some girl like some creep.”

Rick narrowed his eyes at Summer’s remark. As if he would ever need to buy a girl at all. “Shut the fuck up, Summer, before I tell your mum where you hide your sh-shit.” That was enough to shut the redhead up and earn a disapproving look from Beth.

Quickly Rick snatched the note from his daughter’s fingers. A note – something so traditional…weirdly interesting.

Hello Rick C-137, Probably asking yourself why some girl is lying on your floor and why you’re reading a note right now. I’m not going to tell you shit though. Aren’t you the “smartest man” alive? The “rickest Rick”? You’re nothing more than an experiment to me and a dumber version of me anyway. I won’t tell you why she is in your dimension and your universe. I won’t tell you what experiment and what you should or should not achieve. Fuck, I won’t even tell you who she is or where she originated from. I also made sure that you won’t be able to track where she came from and on top of that you will never know who I actually am. Wait until she wakes up or wake her up yourself. I know damn well I piqued your interest, C-137.

He was right. The note did pique his interest, but it also pissed him off. Obviously, it was another Rick – an arrogant motherfucker who challenged Rick. “For f-fuck’s sake. What fucking bullshit is this”, his pale hand dragged down his face before he knelt down, right next to the stranger’s face.

“Wake the fuck u-up, dumb bitch. How can-can you sleep with everyone screaming.”

Dumb Bitch…Those words echoed through your head, jerking you awake. Who was this disrespectful to call you that? You blinked several times, the light from the lamps blinding you.

“O my God, Dad! She’s waking up.”

“Oh geez…I don’t think this is goi-going to end good.”

“I hope she’s cool like a new sister or something, Morty is like so annoying.”

Who was talking? Slowly your eyes adjusted to the new surroundings, and you were met with some old man staring into your soul. His scent was a mixture of alcohol, musk and after-shave. Not a bad smell at all.

“What…Where am I and who the fuck are you, old man?!”, the first thing you did was check your body. Missing limbs? Naked? Bruises? Chained up? No, everything seemed fine yet at the same time nothing was fine.

Your head felt like it was exploding, as if a belt was strapped around it and getting tighter and tighter. The room was unfamiliar just like the people around you. Everyone was screaming. Strangers. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Did they drug me? Your mouth was dry, as if you haven’t drunk any water in days. Did they kidnap me? Thousands of thoughts flooded your brain, and no answer was in sight. The room shrank and shrank and shrank. Why is everyone yelling? Who are these people? Where am I? I can’t breathe! I can’t- 

Rick injected a needle into your neck, pushing a milky liquid into your system. You were having a panic-attack, and he didn’t have the nerves to deal with anymore shit thrown his way. Almost instantly the girl in front of his feet stopped shaking, your breath calmed down as well as your excessive sweating. Meanwhile Rick took a long look at you – you weren’t dirty or anything, the opposite in fact. Your hair was clean and shining while your clothes were spotless and on top of that you smelled phenomenal. A rich vanilla with an undertone of cherry, sweet and sultry. 

“Wh-What did you in-inject her with, Rick?”

“Relax, Morty”, Rick rolled his eyes, “Just didn’t – didn’t want her to lose her shit. Give her a minute, we’ll be able to talk to her then.” Only Rick and the grandkids were left with you now. Beth had to go to work and Jerry was simply overstimulated, not being able to comprehend anything that happened in front of his eyes.

You took a deep breath and sat up; your eyes never left the tall, skinny frame of the older man. “Who are you guys…?”, your voice was timid, but your stare was stern.

“Rick, Morty, Summer. Y-You’re at our house. Don’t ask us why, you were probably tele-teleported here from someone who looks like me. We don’t know shit about you either, dumbass. Do we look like some human-traffickers to you? Another fucking dumbass.”

Suddenly it clicked – Rick Sanchez. You’ve seen his face all over the news again and again. Some mad scientist who was known for teleportation, universes and interdimensional traveling. And he was a fucking asshole. Morty and Summer were his grandkids. At least I know who they are.

“Now, tell me who you are”, Rick reached out and cupped your chin with his calloused fingers. His fingertips felt rough against your soft skin, you felt warmth creep up to your cheeks and spread across your face. With a hiss you slapped his hand away.

“My name is y/n. I’m 21 years old and a psych major at college. I will also be known as the girl who castrated you if you touch me again, old man.”

The last part earned a chuckle from Morty and Summer “Oh, Grandpa Rick got burned! I love you already, girl!” Their joy was short-lived though. Rick yelled at both of them, insulting them every way possible, demanding them to leave the fucking room before he feeds them to his alien-prisoners. Both complied to his command.

“F-fucking listen to me you wannabe mean girl bi-bitch. Some other Rick left a note-note for me, talking about some dumb ass experiment. What happened before you ended up here? Do you even know where you live or you wanna share a bed with this o-old man?”

“I live in….huh…Where do I live? I remember who I am but not a single thing about a family or a living space”, no matter how hard you tried you didn’t actually remember anything about your own life, “The last I recall before waking up is someone saying, “Last Chance, Sweetheart” and that someone sounded exactly like you.”

“For fuck-fuck’s sake! I’m going crazy! I’m going to kill that motherfucking R-Rick!”

Two hours. Two hours passed and Rick tried everything to at least receive a single type of information, just anything. Nothing. Nothing worked. He tried to trace you back to your original universe – apparently you didn’t belong to any. He tried to find other versions of you – a big red error appeared. He couldn’t even extract past memories from your brain. Literally nothing has worked. He failed. Rick Sanchez, the smartest man on earth, failed.

“You know, maybe some memories will come back to me after some time. You don’t have to be yelling all the time…”, you were sitting on a chair, your elbows propped on his workbench and your hands cupping your face. Rick was in fact a weird guy – loud, rude but determined. After hours of listening to his drunken outbursts you just wanted some peace and quiet. Due to Rick kind of being famous on the internet you knew a thing or two about him and what his work was about. “I know you mean well and your actions could help me go back home…if I have a home, that is. You still need to chill though, old man.”

Once again you called Rick an old man. Is that girl serious? “You dumb little…”, you heard him growl as he turned around to face you. The burping, belching genius known was anything but amused. His typically wry grin twisted into a snarl of pure contempt, revealing a glint of madness in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

The furrows on his forehead deepened, accentuating the lines of his craggy face as he scowled, his brows knit together in a storm of frustration. His eyes, usually glazed with a combination of apathy and brilliance, now burned with a fiery intensity that could rival the brightest supernova in the universe.

“Listen to me, you bi-bitch. I am not doing this for you, got-got it? I was challenged by someone, and I am not someone who loses”, Rick made his way over to you. Slowly, like a predator nearing his prey. His hand gripped your chair to make you face him. You felt yourself push back into the seat. He was too close and you two were all alone in his garage. One hand was now next to your head while the other was gripping your thigh. You could feel his breath blowing against your now hot, blushed face, his musk clouding your senses, his hand burning into your skin. “And if you spoiled bitch call me an old man again, I’ll make you scream it, understand?”

“Listen to me, Rick old man Sanchez. I’m neither spoiled nor a bitch. And your pathetic attempt of whatever this is isn’t working.” Harsh words which didn’t match your bright red cheeks or beating heart. Your own body was betraying you. “Fuck you and fuck this garage. I’m going to chill with your grandkids.”

A smirk grazed Rick’s lips as you stood up and left without looking back. Interesting. Who knew that embarrassing you would be that much fun? You’re feisty, witty and bratty and not a bad sight to the eye.

“Ah, makes me want to tame that little girl.”

#𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 #rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x self insert #rick x reader #rick x you #rick x y/n #rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez x y/n

[gold-rhine]

(can answer privately if u want)

how did you manage to write enjou stirring shit up. i need to know for Reasons

(Reasons being: i wanna write him doing that as well so i need to know how you figured that specific brand of Manipulation out)

oh, i love talking about Enjou, he's so fun to write.

Okay, Enjou's main rule is that he doesn't *technically* lie. If you've ever written fae with no-lie rules it should be similar. Everything he says should be true, even if he's seemingly joking - like when he tells traveler you never know what can happen in magic rituals, I could turn into a flame-throwing monster haha! He only lies by omission or by using leading questions. He often answers direct questions with his own questions, which lets him evade, or by what he makes look like a joke.

Like in Enka when traveler arrived and asked him who he is, he asked question in return, like Didn't they tell you there's gonna be a priest who will guide you? Traveler went yeah, they did. Enjou was like Great! You can't be expected to learn new language haha! i'm here to help translate.

He didn't say "I'm the priest who Kokomi said will help you," he asked a leading question to make traveler think about the priest with connection traveler trusted, then he didn't directly confirm he IS the priest and instead re-directed to his function "I'll help to translate", which is true!

Enjou's second rule is that he's a little shit and also a corny nerd. Like there's often a boring stereotype of manipulators being cool and sleek and charismatic, but Enjou is not that. He's a jokerified librarian. He consciously acts lame and corny to make the other person underestimate him and roll their eyes. He loves repeating how he's just a weak bookworm. He will go on info-dumping tangents to bury the lead of manipulation.

He also loves playing with his food, burying little inside jokes which only make sense in hindsight, like "I could turn into a flame-throwing monster". He likes doing the weak nerd routine, he enjoys watching the other person feel superior to him, while knowing he's in control of a situation, and he says corny shit on purpose to make it more pronounced. He should sound corny and just a bit unhinged. He says shit like "Exactomundo". I had to physically restrain myself, bc Enjou absolutely would say Exactomundo while watching a man's world crumbling before him, but I didn't want to ruin the tone for the reader.

So, to write Enjou's brand of manipulation you need to first formulate his end-goal, like what is the purpose of this manipulation? I assume you read my fic since you reference me writing enjou stirring shit up, so i'll use it as example of my thought process. One of the examples in my fic, he wants to convince rizzley that Neuvi gave him the title to buy his loyalty. What are the true facts here? Neuvi did fight hard to give rizzley the title, he says it in his own voice lines. What do we need to add? Malicious intent.

Enjou can't say "Your title was a bribe", bc that's a lie. Instead, he starts with "you know what I would do if *I* was the Hydro Sovereign with an ability to take human form? <...>I’d make sure I have people loyal to me in some key positions. Such as Royal Duelist… and the Warden of the Fortress.” It's not a lie, bc if Enjou was a sovereign, he'd probably really do that. On paper, he's talking about himself, but in context of overall conversation it will be obviously extrapolated to Neuvi. This is a form of switching the goal posts from Enjou to Neuvi without outright saying so.

Then, he says true facts:

“He didn’t make me the Warden,” Wriothesley gritted out. 

“No, but he did make you the Duke, didn’t he?” Enjou smirked with a wink. “Our sources say the Court was not thrilled to give the highest noble title to you. And if the Iudex did not throw his own weight behind it, it would have never come to pass. How generous of him.”

It's true, it was actually generous, he doesn't lie. But in context of previous implied accusation, it will be read as sarcastic, as saying it was done with selfish reasons.

And then he reinforces with “Ah, you’re starting to get it, don’t you?”, which is a leading question that again, doesn't say anything false outright.

he should also offer the person hes manipulating to beat him up repeatedly, bc hes a freak.

#rhine talks #enjou #hope this helps! #for the readers at home you can have fun narrowing down what was the main sleight of hand that enjou used #to implicate that neuvi forced focalors to die and give him power back

[yesimwriting]

I agree that Art and Patrick need each other.

How do you think their dynamic would change (if at all) if they were in a throuple with someone?

I want to know your Challengers opinions on EVERYTHING but I suck at coming up with things to ask

this is such a fun ask!

sorry if i'm all over the place, i just had so many thoughts :)

disclaimer: this is based on my interpretation of the plot and characters, so it's very opinion based,, and if you see them differently that's totally okay bc room for interpretation and analysis is what makes an artistic work art :)

okay so i think some of the dynamic changes would depend on the personality of the third person, if that person is similar to tashi (and they actually managed to get into an official relationship) i think everyone would be happy but still a little toxic

this isn't me fully blaming tashi for all their issues btw!! i think fully assigning blame to one individual ruins the point of the movie and oversimplifies their relationships, but i digress

i think part of the reason that the plot of the movie worked out the way it did is bc tashi helped bring out the "hubris" of both art and patrick--patrick's pride and art's ability to trap himself in his head

to me, these are the main traits capable of ruining their relationship

wanting someone like tashi drove patrick's desire to be the "best", i see him as someone with a slightly obsessive personality,, and having someone so desirable, strong willed, and talented kind of becomes an ego thing

however, wanting someone like tashi works the opposite way for someone like art,, he wants to prove himself "worthy" so bad it traps him in his head and actually makes him more insecure

so with patrick constantly working to maintain his improved ego and art struggling to keep up the way he sees himself, ofc things get a little toxic bc even though they care about each other, it's more about their headspace than actually wanting to compete with each other

also i think tashi wanted to want art more than she wanted patrick, but she just wasn't there, which brings me to the dynamic i think would work best

patrick cares about art sm, idc argue with me if u want but i will never be convinced that patrick wasn't in love with art that the entire movie would have been maybe 20 minutes long if art said he wanted to fix their friendship/relationship

this isn't to say that art doesn't love patrick, i just think that they express love in different ways

patrick is so open in his affectionateness, and that's ideal for keeping art from getting stuck in his head, and art loves in a way that emphasizes consistency, which is ideal for someone like patrick, who places sm emphasis on external factors when it comes to his self worth

bc of this i think that the ideal third person for them would be someone that prioritizes art a little more,, i'm not saying someone that would love art more, but someone that'd take care to focus on art's feelings to make sure that art feels like he exists at the center of things

that might sound like a reach, but if you think of the moments in which tashi and patrick connected most, i think it makes sense, for example:

in the dorm room scene when tashi and patrick are about to hook up, they're literally talking about and complimenting art, when tashi and patrick hook up in atlanta it's after finding out about tashi's engagement to art (which 'proves' that tashi loves art), and they hook up in the car after tashi explains why she'd want patrick to throw the match, which implies she still cares about him

also the conversation in which patrick accuses tashi of hating art is arguably one of their least connected moments, even if he's flirting a little, that moment kind of felt like patrick was probing, trying to see where tashi was at

if they were in a throuple, i think they'd be happy, especially with someone that balanced out their pride and insecurities

patrick would become even more affectionate, he's definitely the type to pull in a s/o and kiss them mid sentence and then say he just couldn't help it

art would be even more open about his feelings, he's the type to mention how much he loves his s/o so casually it actually knocks the wind out of you

#ask #challengers x reader #art donaldson x reader x patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #art donaldson x you x patrick zweig

[fangirlfrom-hell]

Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead sister

Request: Hey! Could u do some sort of imagine of when halstead sister (becca or not:) sees pat halstead die. Obviously they’re relationship was a lil Distnat but he had a soft spot for her..blah blah blah. Basically just like Jay having to literally force her out of the room while she’s sobbing and screaming etc. lots of fluff and whatever!

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

There was a siren, and soon the sound of two car engines parking in the garden indicated that her brothers had arrived.

-"He's in the living room, he can't stand up!" Becca whined going outside of the house, approaching to Jay and Will.

-"Ok, what happened?" She was so stressed she didn't even know who asked. She was now following her brothers inside of the house. Everything was happening so fast.

-"He--uh--he had a pain in the chest and fall down the stairs".

-"I told you not to call anyone!" Pat's angry accusation was heard from inside the house.

-"I know dad, but--He didn't want me to call 911, but he looked so bad that at the end I did anyway. But he yelled to the paramedics, made them go".

-"I'm fine!" Their father insisted with annoyance when his two sons and daughter got to the living room, where he was laying on the couch. Immediatly, Will ran towards the man to check on him. It was obvious that he was having trouble breathing and he was sweating a lot.

-"No, you're not!" Becca raised her voice: "They said he should be taken to the hospital as soon as possib--".

But her father raged before she could finish: "That's enough! Shut up now, Becca".

In a sudden movement, Jay positioned himself protectively in front of Becca and pointed at Pat with his finger, his voice stern: "Hey, you shut up! She's your daughter and she's just trying to help you".

-"Jay!" Will scolded him, it was not the moment.

Scared and crying, she lowered her voice: "He--he refused to be attended and made them go away".

-"Yes! I refused to go and you shouldn't have call your brothers!" He coughed and his doctor son made a sign to calm him down.

-"I didn't know what to do!" Becca cried out to her siblings, mostly explaining herself to Jay.

-"You did good in calling us, Becc". Will reassured her. -"And you are comming to The Med with me". He turned to threaten his father.

Will and Jay carried Pat to one of the poorly parked cars outside the house. "I'll take him. I can turn on the siren and get there faster", Jay ordered. Both brothers placed their father inside the truck, all the while he cursed his kids for what they were doing.

-"Hey! Take care of her". The detective nodded towards his sister, who was freezed in the framedoor of the house entrance.

-"Becca, come on! We gotta go!" Will called her at the same time that the siren sounded, and the truck sped away.

The road to The Med was silent. Will was frowning in concern while driving, thinking on what to say to make Becca feel better. There were tears welling up in her eyes, though she never let them truly escape; she wiped them away with the sleeve of her sweater, trying to keep her brother from noticing. He understood how she was feeling. Dealing with Pat was hard and emotionally draining, especially for Becca, who was just a teenager and had to face his insults and neglect all on her own. No words were necessary; he simply reached over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze before refocusing on the road.

By the time they arrived to The Med, Pat had already been admitted and Jay was standing up in the waiting room. Will wasted no time and immediately entered the ED to inquire about his father's condition. Jay and Becca just stared at each other and he gave her a sad smirk before hugging her. "You were so brave back there", he said.

-"Will hasn't sent you any text yet? It's taking too long" Becca faltered after an hour.

-"He'll be out as soon as he has news". He wished to reassure her that everything would be fine, but his certainty wavered.

Those were the only words they exchanged while waiting. A few minutes later, the head nurse arrived and ushered Jay to his older brother's side. Maggie, with a warm smile, ensured that Becca wasn't left alone and sat down beside her.

-"All I can tell you is that he's in stable condition. Delicated, but alive". Maggie grumbled noticing the teen's anxiety growing.

-"Good". She answered curtly. -"Or whatever". She tried to appear indifferent, but she couldn't completely hide her concern. Pat had been neglectful and offensive to her throughout all those years of upbringing, but he was still her father, the only parent she had left.

Maggie was about to say something when a beep on her phone interrupted her. She clicked her teeth as she read the text. "Come on, I'll take you to your brothers, sweetie".

The Halstead brothers were inside a tiny, empty room, both pale with expressions that were hard to read, but it was obviously nothing good. Jay frowned and pressed his lips together as soon as he saw his little sister coming in; there was this pinkness under his eyes noticeable whenever his eyes were watery. Will sighed and invited her to sit, but she refused.

--"Alright, I'll get straight to the point," the redhead exhaled. - "Dad had a heart attack..."

-"That's what I suspected," the girl interrupted, emotionless.

-"Becc...his heart stopped; he was gone, but Dr. Archer brought him back. This is worse than the last time. Much worse."

-"Oh. Ok, but he is alive". That came out sounding as a question.

-"He's stable for now, yes." He gazed deep into her eyes, and it felt as though he had pierced her soul.

-"What does that mean, Will? Is he going to be okay?" She shuddered.

Silence.

-"Will..."

-"It's uncertain, Becca." Jay joined the conversation to help. "Doctors are still working on him, conducting tests. We still don't know how serious this is. Anything could happen..."

She finally sat down, sniffing.

-"I know this is hard, but there's nothing we can do, but wait and pray". The doctor concluded.

Neither of the siblings moved from their spots; it was as if they had become frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped. Will's phone disrupted the solemn atmosphere: "He's awake".

Jay walked alongside Becca, following Will to the section of the ED where their father had been admitted. Pat lay on the hospital bed with oxygen to assist his breathing, surrounded by numerous cables and machines. He raised his hand when he spotted his sons and daughter entering, but Will hurried to signal him not to make any effort. Becca stopped abruptly, and Jay had to give her a gentle nudge to encourage her to enter. He squeezed her shoulder to let her know he was right there with her.

She felt confused, her emotions all jumbled together. Was she feeling this way because, not so deep down, she was worried and scared for her father? Or was she afraid of how he would react after being brought to the hospital on her account?

-"You wouldn't believe me, but I'm glad you three are here," Pat interrupted Becca's thoughts.

-"You shouldn't be talking--" Will rushed to his side.

-"I don't think it matters at this point, son," their father struggled to reply. Will shivered upon hearing how he was addressed.

-"I know I--I've been an idiot," he groaned in an attempt to sit up but failed.

-"Dad, don't--"

-"Will, please... just let me--" He sighed. "I've been an idiot. And I need to apologize to you before--."

At that moment, Becca started to cry uncontrollably, and Pat noticed her precense as if no one else was in the room: "...specially you". He conffessed looking at her right straight to the eyes. She had never heard such sweet tone on his voice before. After a few seconds of contemplating her, he smiled with teary eyes.

-"Come here, Becca."

The girl turned her head back to look at Jay, as asking for his permission and he nodded encouragingly. She slowly walked to the bedside but didn't dare to approach too closely.

"Look at you, my beautiful baby girl", he sighed. -"You resemble your mother so much. Oh, she will never forgive me. I think I will never forgive myself. But I hope you do... for your own sake". He struggled to catch his breath with each word he pronounced. "I know I've got no excuse. I was so hurt when your mom died, I couldn't even take care of myself, and you were so little and reminded me so much of her that I couldn't---I couldn't even look at you. It was too late when I tried to compensate for it with you, I couldn't even try". Pat confessed, his voice filled with sadness. "I regret it so much, to have seen you grow and become who you are from the distance, uninvolved. I wanted to be for you, but I didn't know how to go back to you...".

Will got distracted with one of the machines and focused on reading the signs from it.

-"I'm sorry, Becca. I am so sorry, sweetheart. For everything. I'm proud of you, know that. And even if you don't believe my words: I love you".

Becca was weeping as she got closer to take his hand.

-"Alright". The doctor said with a lump in his throat. "Enough emotions for today. Dad, you really need to rest now".

But he didn't listen: "Keep taking care of her, Jay. Promise me that".

-"Always". The detective answered simply, taking a step forward, his arms crosses.

-"I'm proud of you both too. Despite me, you've grown into fine men."He turned to his sons: "My boys". A violent coughing fit overcame him and all the machines started to make a sound, indicating that something was wrong. After a hard pain in his chest, Pat loose consciousness. Everything happened so fast.

-"Dad!" Becca yelled, still by his side.

-"What's going on, Will?" His brother jumped.

-"You have to clear the room!" He gently tugged at Becca, trying to pull her away from the bed, but she hesitated. Jay hurriedly joined her side, attempting to separate her from the scene. Suddenly, they found themselves encircled by a team of nurses, led by Dr. Archer, who were speaking rapidly in a whirlwind of medical terminology that Becca and Jay couldn't quite comprehend.

Jay persistently pulled his sister, but it seemed futile; she clung to the bed, sobbing and screaming for her dad, refusing to leave his side. Her distress was palpable, and Jay's efforts to move her proved challenging in the face of her deep emotional turmoil.

-"Jay, take her out of here!" Will pressured.

Jay knew he had to take drastic action to get her out. With tears in his own eyes, he firmly hugged her from the back and started pulling her harder, as he would do with any other victim at work. Her resistance made the process challenging, the girl's sobs and screams reverberated in the room. Come on, come on, Becc, he kept repeating.

The vitals monitor indicated that the patience heart had stopped, the sound it made as an announcement was like a dagger in the Halstead siblings. Doctors kept working, trying to resucitate him, and Becca gave up fighting her brother.

-"No!" She screamed long. If it wasn't for Jay, she would had fall to the floor. "I love you too, dad. I love you". She cried out.

Jay lifted Becca firmly into his arms and managed to pull her out. She clung to him, her cries muffled against his shoulder. Her grip was tight, and her protests were heart-wrenching, but Jay remained unwavering. She couldn't even hold herself up, so they both sank to the floor and settled in the hallway, where he cradled her even closer. She buried her red and tear-streaked face in his shoulder. He began to sway gently back and forth, as if he were soothing a baby.

-"It's all right, it's all right. Take it out" his voice was both comforting and broken. -"I'm here by your side, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered softly as she kept bawling.

-"I should have called you earlier," Becca blubbered, her voice filled with guilt. "Or somehow made him go in the ambulance."

Jay gently separated her from him, noticing the wet patch she had left on his t-shirt. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze: "Hey, this is not on you. Don't you even think about it."

Defeated, Will emerged from the trauma room and spotted his siblings in the heart-wrenching position they were in. Jay glanced at him with questioning eyes, and the doctor simply shook his head in response, conveying the grim news without words.

Jay kissed Becca's hair and took his head back to close his eyes finding his own solace. Quietly, Will sat down beside his brother and sister, sharing the grief.

#one chicago #chicago med #chicago pd #halstead sister #jay halstead #will halstead #jay halstead x sister #jay halstead x halstead sister #will halstead x sister #will halstead x halstead sister #jay halstead imagine #will halstead imagine

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 15: levi / games (i.e. amogus)

ao3 link (i recommend looking at the end note of this one after you're done reading!! there is some supplementary stuff :^)

note: okay i did intend on fnaf for this prompt, but when it came to it i couldn't figure out how to write a proper thing - so amongus it was. thus the request list i published is a little inaccurate- hope you don't mind, vari! (requested by @valenrien

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“Ready?” Levi asks as soon as I slip into his room. “I’m all set up.”

“Ready,” I confirm, heaving myself over the edge of the bathtub and landing smoothly on a mound of cushions. “Are they online yet?”

“Raphael’s here,” Levi says, running his orange crewmate in circles around a completely stationary grey one. “Hang on, I’m gonna teach him how to put a hat on.”

“You do that…” I tip myself upside down, hanging my legs over the edge of the tub, then pull out my D.D.D. and ask, “Did Thirteen say she’d be free?”

“Should be. Hey, there’s Simeon.” Clicking, then a rustle as Levi turns to glance at me. “You’re gonna drop that on your face.”

“It’ll be fine,” I dismiss as the game boots up. Mammon’s out, so I decide to nick his colour for the game. “Thirteen in. Aw, look!”

Raphael’s little grey crewmate is wearing a halo. Simeon is still standing completely still in the middle of the waiting room. I’m not entirely sure if he remembers how to control the game.

“Solomon’s in,” says Levi over his shoulder, tapping the table restlessly. “Luke should— there he is. That leaves Diavolo, Barbatos…”

“...that’s everyone,” I conclude a few minutes later as Mephistopheles warps in. “Has Simeon moved yet?”

“Uhh, he walked a bit.” Levi types something at lightning speed.

-

[ Leviachan: simeon r u good ]

[ Salmon: We’re handling it ]

[ Mephistoph: The colour selection here is atrocious ]

[ Leviachan: just pick one n we can start ]

[ SSSime: 1 ]

[ SSSime: Pleas ]

[ Salmon: Could we get another five minutes? ]

[ Leviachan: fine ]

-

“I still don’t know what the plan is,” I say, setting my phone down as we wait for Simeon to get his bearings.

“Do we need one?” Levi asks, fiddling with a speaker. “We just need to point at Solomon.”

“Yeah, but if he is the impostor…”

“Eh, then we can wait ‘til the next game. Do you want your playlist on?”

“Oh, sure.” A bassline starts up. “...but we have to have a strategy, right? Otherwise everyone’ll know we’re trying to pull one over on them.”

“Eh… got any ideas?”

I hum. “Well, we need to keep track of him, otherwise we'll give it away if we accuse him when he has an alibi. So it won’t matter too much if one of us dies - we can track him better if one of us is a ghost. It’ll be a problem if we both die, but we might look suspicious if we just stick together the whole time - especially if someone figures out we’re trying to point to him. If we’re lucky, we put the idea in their heads, and they’ll start thinking everything he does is suspicious. We have to play the long game, though, or else they’ll vote him out in the first round and it won’t be any fun.”

“...you’ve been reading with Satan too much,” Levi concludes, but shoots me a grin. “Nice thinking, Counting on you, mastermind.”

Simeon’s little crewmate has started running excited circles around a motionless Barbatos. Diavolo is still cycling through hats, but everyone else seems ready. I give Levi a thumbs up, and he hits start.

“...huh.”

Levi glances over as the game loads in. “You okay?”

“Fine, yeah. Let’s split up first…”

I get a little worried about Simeon - he remains completely immobile at the main table for a good minute after the game begins, but soon enough he’s on his merry way. I head down to electrical, where Barbatos is evidently already having trouble with that spinning button-match task. I stop by the wires on the wall; I can tell when he finally completes it, because his little crewmate actually seems to jump when he notices me in there with him.

He comes a little closer. I step away from the panel and run a quick circle around him. He doesn’t move for a moment, but then does the same thing, and is soon on his way off to the next task, passing Mephistopheles as he leaves. I soon follow.

The action starts soon after that. I’m standing by one of the data download nodes when the buzzer goes off. Body reported!

-

[ Leviachan: where ]

[ 13: Electrical ]

[ Diavolo: Haha!! This game is delightful!! ]

[ Barbatos: If you could concentrate. ]

[ Barbatos: I was there earlier. I believe I passed the deceased on my way out. ]

[ Barbatos: I believe IK is innocent. We were alone in there for a while, but we both left unscathed. ]

[ detectiveik: barbatos is safe ]

[ Salmon: Barbatos, it’s just a game. You don’t need to type like you’re writing a telegram from the warfront ]

[ Leviachan: didn’t i see u go into electrical? ]

[ Salmon: Did you?? I haven’t been yet ]

[ Leviachan: pretty sure i did. 13 did u see him leave ]

[ 13: Don't think so ]

[ SSSime: How DO i VOt ]

[ Luke: We’re voting already? ]

[ Raph: Too soon to make any conclusions. Let’s play it safe ]

-

“Sowing the seeds,” Levi says triumphantly. “Hang on - what if he has medbay? If anyone sees…”

“I don’t think he even knows you can use it like that. He’s just gone into admin, anyway.” I run down and turn right, passing Luke.

A little while later, alarm goes off. Levi tuts. “Comms is down.”

“Oh, what? I’m up by O2. Hang on, I think Simeon’s stuck.”

“Solomon’s still in admin. There’s no one else in there…”

Body reported!

-

[ Barbatos: What a shame, Young Master. ]

[ Raph: Found him by the communications thing.

[ Raph: Whoever killed him left already. ]

[ Leviachan: any1 got an alibi ]

[ detectiveik: i’ve been watching simeon run in circles so i think he’s alright ]

[ Barbatos: And IK and I have both testified to each other’s innocence. ]

[ 13: Luke’s been with me on the left ]

[ Luke: Yes ]

[ 13: We were both on our way to fix the sabotage ]

[ detectiveik: solomon? ]

[ Salmon: I can’t get the damned card swipe to work ]

[ Leviachan: cmon its really not that hard ]

[ Leviachan: isn’t there a vent in admin ]

[ detectiveik: does it go anywhere close to comms? ]

[ Leviachan: idk i don’t remember ]

[ Salmon: I couldn’t vent! I was stuck doing the cards! ]

[ 13: Yeah right. Does anyone know where you were for that whole round? ]

[ Salmon: Yes?? Admin, obviously ]

[ Luke: It’s not like we were watching you in there the whole time though ]

[ Salmon: Well I haven’t left ]

[ SSSime: WHAtre we doing ]

[ detectiveik: i think it’s still a bit early to vote ]

[ Salmon: Yes good call ]

[ Raph: Hmm. ]

-

“...I think we’re getting there,” Levi says as we both leave the cafeteria together. “Who do you reckon it actually is, then? It looks like Thirteen and Luke are both clear… unless one of them just moved really fast. Or Diavolo was dead before comms even went down.”

“Could’ve been… maybe one of us should be tracking vitals. D’you wanna check security?”

“Sure. Oh, I’ve gotta do the fuel task down below first. Don’t wanna slack off.”

We pass Simeon on his way into the reactor. I think I see someone already on the cameras, but I don't get a long enough look at them to tell who it is.

There isn't peace for very long. Levi’s only just finished filling the fuel when another alarm goes off.

“Reactor’s down,” I say aloud, even though neither of us really need the confirmation - we're both already on our way there. “D’you wanna take the bottom one? I’ve got— oh. Hang on.”

Body reported!

-

[ Luke: SIMEON!!!! ]

[ Raph: That was fast ]

[ Luke: Raphael! Simeon’s dead!! ]

[ Raph: Ah, what a shame ]

[ detectiveik: top of reactor ]

[ detectiveik: might’ve been killed before sabotage but there's a vent right next to him as well ]

[ 13: Impostor pulled the same trick again? Really not slick ]

[ detectiveik: i think i saw someone in security just before as well ]

[ Barbatos: That's nearby. But that also could have been anyone. ]

[ Salmon: Well, I’ve been in admin, so it wasn't me ]

[ Leviachan: dude are you still on the card swipe ]

[ Luke: Maybe you should do a different task first? ]

[ Salmon: Nonono. I’ve got it. I can feel it. Next time it will work ]

[ detectiveik: are we going to avenge simeon or not ]

[ Barbatos: We still lack conclusive evidence, It might be wise to hold off on vengeance for now. ]

[ 13: Sure, if you stop using all those stupid big words ]

[ Barbatos: We shouldn't vote just yet. We don't have enough reason to. ]

[ 13: Now was that so hard ]

[ Raph: Makes sense to me. ]

-

Levi and I split up again this time. I stop to watch Raphael blast some asteroids - Barbatos runs past on his way to the cafeteria and briefly detours to run a loop around me. (Out in the real world, idling as he waits for some data to upload, Levi reaches into one of his drawers and tosses me a pack of gummy candy.)

Raphael finishes his task and goes straight down to shields. I toss one of the peach-flavoured ones into my mouth, then say, “Well, I don’t think Simeon's it."

“Duh. Hey, Solomon’s in admin again. Ooh, now he’s leaving… I’m gonna tail hi— argh! Oh, that’s just Barbatos.”

“Did Solomon get the card swipe?” I come back up from navigation and head to the cafeteria through weapons. “Did the task bar go up at all?”

“No idea. I turned it off in the lobby.”

“Now we’re never gonna know if the ghosts are slacking off.”

He snorts. “Well, we know Simeon definitely is.”

“Hey, not on purpose. And maybe he’ll be better at it now. It’s easier to get around when you can go through the walls.”

“Sure, sure. I reckon I’ll check admin now, actually— uh oh!”

Body reported!

-

[ Leviachan: admin ]

[ 13: Hmmmm… Solomon’s haunt. ]

[ Salmon: No!! I left admin ages ago! ]

[ Salmon: Barbatos saw me ]

[ Raph: Barbatos is dead ]

[ 13: Sure, he saw you. When you KILLED him ]

[ Luke: So it’s Solomon? ]

[ Salmon: Wait no ]

[ detectiveik: do we have proof of that ]

[ Leviachan: well whos been in admin this whole time? ]

[ Leviachan: isn’t it super convenient that barbatos dies as soon as solomon leaves ]

[ Luke: When you put it like that… ]

[ Salmon: Isn’t that just proof that I was keeping admin safe with my sorcerly presence (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) ]

[ detectiveik: please don’t ever use that again ]

[ 13: I’m voting you out right now ]

[ Raph: Hold on. We don’t have any hard evidence ]

[ Raph: All we know is that Solomon is the most probable suspect, but we can’t confirm that right now ]

[ Salmon: IT’S NOT ME ]

[ Salmon: I’ve been perfectly well behaved and trying to do my tasks ]

[ Luke: You’ve been doing ONE task and four of us are already dead!! ]

[ Leviachan: every1 who isn’t dead weight sound off. what tasks do we have left ]

[ Raph: I’m finished. ]

[ detectiveik: me too ]

[ Luke: I’ve still got to finish the test tube one ]

[ Leviachan: and ofc solomon still has like 10000 things left ]

[ Leviachan: if u even HAVE tasks.. sus ]

[ Salmon: I haven’t done anything wrong! ]

[ 13: We’ll see about that ]

-

“...tie,” Levi concludes as the voting ends. “Wait, who voted for Thirteen??”

“Solomon, probably.” I watch his little crewmate run straight up into the top corner of the cafeteria, probably to sulk. “...aww. Poor guy."

Everyone else has already left. I decide to do the same and head left to the medbay.

“Don’t go spilling the beans ‘cause you feel bad,” Levi says warily. “At least wait until we get him out, alright?”

“Why are you mad at him, anyway?”

“I’m not mad,” He objects. “Just betrayed. He knew I wanted that pack! He doesn’t even collect those cards! And— and what’s the deal, dangling it over me for a pact? How shallow does he think I am, huh?!”

“It’s like a best friend bracelet from him,” I say, running a brief loop around electrical and then heading out towards storage. “He does it to everyone in the Newspaper Club, too.”

“Well, it’s not funny. I’m not in the market for making any new pacts, anyway. Or new best friends... do they usually come in two-in-one deals?”

“He’d have way too many best friends to keep up with if they did.”

“Guess you’re right. I’m just lucky, then.”

Body discovered!

-

[ Raph: I found Thirteen in that big room with the boxes ]

[ Raph: Oh. Luke’s dead, too? ]

(“This is it!” Levi whispers loudly.)

[ detectiveik: a double murder? unprecedented ]

[ Leviachan: uhh we really should vote someone out. there’s only four of us now ]

[ Salmon: Not unless you’re sure! Because if you get it wrong, it’s a guaranteed win for the impostor ]

[ Leviachan: good thing we’re gonna get u out first then ]

[ Salmon: What???? ]

[ Salmon: It’s not me! ]

[ Leviachan: who do YOU think it is then huh ]

[Salmon: I don't know! I was in the cafeteria the whole time ]

[ Leviachan: well then even if u weren’t killing, u were skiving ]

[ detectiveik: solomon i don’t think any of us have seen you this whole round ]

[ Salmon: But I really haven’t done anything. Won’t anyone believe me? ]

[ Leviachan: u’ve been sus from the beginning ]

[ Leviachan: just accept it, we caught you ]

[ detectiveik: sorry solomon ]

[ Salmon: What did I do?!!? ]

[ Salmon: Someone??? Anyone??? ]

[ Salmon: Raphael….. please say something ]

[ Raph: I think you killed them, yes. ]

[ Raph: I have to admit that you acted the fool quite convincingly though ]

[ Salmon: Am I alone in this world ]

[ Salmon: I feel like I'm going crazy ]

[Raph: No hard feelings, Solomon. Justice is justice.]

[...]

[Salmon was ejected.]

-

The game, of course, doesn’t end. The map fades back into view, leaving the three of us standing alone at the centre table.

“Nice one!” Levi crows, and we send each other an air-high-five from across the room. “So it was Raphael? Didn’t think he had it in him. Guess there’s no winning for us now.”

“Nope…”

“He’s not chasing us,” He notes, running around the centre table, then stopping by me. “Or sabotaging anything. What’s he planning? He’s basically got it in the bag now.”

"Hmm."

"He's not even moving. Weird..."

“Very weird,” I agree, then hit kill.

Levi’s yelp rings through the whole house.

#the formatting on this is kinda wonky in tumblr so please do read it on ao3 instead if it's tricky to navigate! #3rd anni event #obey me leviathan #jtta ik #idk if i should tag the others #obey me solomon #obey me raphael #i'll just leave it at them since they're the most prominent #writing

[mrs-monaghan]

Hey Shaz,

it's been a shit day so far. Do you have anything jikook-related to cheer me up? Much appreciated 💜

I'm so sorry you had a shitty day love. Something about Jikook in NYC gave me heavy Bon Voyage Malta vibes so let's talk about 2 or 3 moments. But first, have u ever heard about the Jimin pregnant allegations?

I mean its the bloody wind's fault but still, it definitely gave Mpreg creators original content to work with.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Okay I'll be serious. 😂😂😂

There is this really small blink and you'll miss it moment that I never see anywhere. I loved this part so much.

So basically JK sings mic drop adorably and when he looks around he finds Jimin looking at him and smiling. They then quietly stare at eo for a while 🥺🥺🥺

I rewinded it so many times it was so cute. It's the little things guys. It's the little things. Like when JK holds Jimin's hand in pretense of holding the rail thingy.

Guys... Jikook are so obvious its insane that the fandom as a whole doesn't just support them 🤦🏽‍♀️

Anygays, I wanna bring up Jikook feeding eo here. JK is the one who offers. A rare moment of him using honorifics 🤭

So JK looks at Jimin's mouth, but it's the way Jimin looks at JK's eyes.

It's something he always does; looks str8 up at JK when his boyfriend is feeding him. Kinda gets my explicit senses tingling. Remember this?

That's JK feeding him a sausage in one of the many dynamite behind the scenes. (Thanks @chicknbunny13 as always 😘)

Tell me that doesn't give u an accurate picture of how Jimin looks like when he's shouting in JK's briefcase. 👀

It kind of reminds me of this

Whoever made that fuck you. Seriously 😫😩😩

Oh God. We are getting sidetracked here. Get it together guys. What's wrong with you? 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

Moving on swiftly, I also like this part where JK says he wants to dye his hair and Jhope asks him

Of course Jimin already knows;

He knows everything about JK. Everything. He's the only one at the table who seems to be aware of this whole JK dying his hair thing before hand. 🥰

Can we take a second to talk about this here?

He was annoyed that they started getting filmed immediately. Even though he knows that's why they're there; to create BV content. And this is the guy they like to heavily accuse of feeding fans?? Okay, sure.

Anyway I love BV Malta for Jikook. We like to say they were on their honeymoon but it really did look like it. Even Suga noticed

Jikook really had a great time in Malta. Thats why I wanna know how they looked like off camera seeing as on camera they looked like honeymooners. 🥺🥺🥺 damn those lucky Malta Armys gatekeeping images and footage 😭😭😭😭

Bonus: a Bon Voyage 3 compilation

Hope this short trip down memory lane cheers u up my lovely 😍😍

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #bts #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jikook analysis #bon voyage jikook #jikook sexy times

[elirastudio]

It’s au explanation time

I will just drop here a little of plot nothing too detailed cuz I want to draw it

But this way you can see if you like this or not.

Pls be nice with me I’m an artist not a writer and this was my first time,so I’m really really sorry if there are mistakes or bad stuff.

PS: we need a name.

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If then have any questions, pls ask so if u want I can explain things better✨

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So sweeties for my story I need to put down some premises for who didn’t read “the journey to the west”

-I have no idea why Guanyin knows everything that happens, I don’t think that she can see all; for me it’s most likely that she is informed by the spirits that guards Tripitaka.

-wukong has 4 generals: ma, ba, beng and liu. (In my opinion they were likely killed by macaque cuz when he took the monkey king throne they are not there anymore)

-sun wukong was kicked out two times from the group;

One time during the LBD arc. (The second during macaque arc but we won’t get there)

-people can be resurrected in many ways apparently

Ok it was short and I’m sure many of u knew this already but I wanted to make sure.

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After leaving his monkeys, his generals and macaque with a promise of a soon reunion, sun wukong the monkey king, along side zhu bajie, came back to the pilgrim group to save Tripitaka. Again.

In this particular occasion out of happiness the Chinese monk assured to the monkey king that as an act to show his gratitude for the monkey, he would never recite the migraine spell again. Sun wukong felt a sense of relief that unfortunately didn’t last long…

At the first occasion Tripitaka used the fillet spell again…

It was so painful.

Once again his master trusted more the words of others instead of his.

this was also painful.

He was again used, he was again a weapon, he was once again fighting to save his master and brothers from some demons, a situation that could have been avoided if the monk just had listened to the great sage…

Why didn’t he listen? Why NO ONE ever listen?!

This.was.painful.

I guess that if you pull too hard a rope, no matter how strong it is, it’s going to snap.

He wanted to leave but couldn’t or Tripitaka would have found a way to get him back.

He felt so miserable, his monkeys would have never let him feel this way…

His monkeys…

Macaque!

Sun wukong was able to contact macaque with his astral projection.

The black monkey was so happy to see the king, he had been waiting for him for months and he was sure that his friend didn’t abandoned him…

He couldn’t have abandoned him…

But this happiness was really one sided.

Wukong needed to be “rescued”.

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Wukong was on his knees, he felt his head exploding for the migraine spell that Tripitaka was reciting no stop.

The monkey king tried to attack the monk, to finally gain his freedom, maybe something more, maybe he wanted his master to feel the same pain that he constantly felt.

now he couldn’t even move, but he thought of it, macaque emerged from the shadows.

Wukong with one of his many tricks had got away sandy and pigsy; and it was very easy for the shadow monkey to take care of the monk and the white dragon-horse.

It was over…

He was free, wasn’t he?

Wukong cold hear his brothers coming back, he needed an excuse.

A demon attack!

From someone that he couldn’t have expect it!

Someone he knew!

Someone like…

When his brothers arrived wukong accused macaque to have killed their master and he, taken aback, had been unable to do anything to prevent it.

Macaque was confused, shock , so shocked that he couldn’t even make up words, he could just watch wukong and something about him was off…terribly off.

Before macaque knew pigsy and sandy were over him, he tried to escape but was stopped by sun wukong himself, fangs very visible.he was terrifying.

Pigsy and sandy were once again at his tail, macaque saw no other option but to fight, and he did and he killed the two pilgrims.

Eyes on wukong, the king was once more of his knees and he held his head very tightly,exactly as if someone was reciting the fillet spell again, he was agonizing at this point, but no one was telling the spell, macaque would have hear it.

Was sun wukong faking it? It looked pretty real to macaque.

He got close to the sage, still very confused about his betrayal.

why didn’t wukong just got away with him?

Was he afraid that his “brothers” could find them again?

Why did wukong stopped him from escaping?

And why is he agonizing like this now?

But as soon as macaque touched the king shoulder he jumped over him, keeping his staff again macaque throat, with a scary grin on his face,shouting about how macaque killed his master and brothers;

The black monkey didn’t know what to think at this point…

This wasn’t his sun wukong.

The last thing macaque saw was the king staff up on his head.

Now he was free…

Then what was this terrible sensation?

He needed to be punished, his master would have punished him from what he did.

But the only thing wukong could do was to keep moving like if someone was telling the fillet spell, but there was no pain.

There was nothing.

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When macaque woke up everything hurt, sun wukong wasn’t there anymore…and he should be either! Wukong killed him! How could he be still alive?

To stop this stream of consciousness was Guanyin and her disciple Moksa.

She had brought him back to life and she was expecting an explanation…

“Would you be my warrior this time?” She gently asked.

Wukong needed to be stop.

in the meantime The monkey king was back on flower fruit mountain where his generals were waiting for him.

Wukong told them everything what they needed to know but in that moment once again the king was keeping his head in his hands, like if was having a strong headache, but once again there was no pain.

The four generals were concerned but incredibly happy to have their king back…

It didn’t last long tho as macaque,along side guanyin,soon arrived on FFM to confront the monkey king.

They exchanged some words, too few for macaque, then wukong was ready to fight but Guanyin started reciting the fillet spell.

This time while wukong was on his knees the pain was there and it was real, this made the monkey king so mad , so mad that yet someone could recite that spell, so mad cuz he wasn’t free yet. All this rage made him stood up and he was moving towards Guanyin with his staff in his hands. He had to get rid of her so he could be free!

Macaque stopped him and the two of them started fighting but even with Guanyin constantly reciting the spell the two monkeys were evenly matched.

They fought for a really long time…

(I would like to show this fight drawing it maybe in a cool way)

The four generals and the monkeys couldn’t do anything if not watch everything in disbelief.

Wukong had macaque on the defensive and he decided to throw his staff at macaque and ends things there but then macaque grabbed it. He grabbed the monkey king staff!

It was heavy yeah but he could lift it, and so he could use it!

He hit the still shocked monkey king crashing him on the ground and immediately stopping him from moving;

He should have killed sun wukong right there but he…he couldn’t…he couldn’t kill his sun! And he shouted it to Guanyin.

And the goddess just smiled at macaque.

With the help of the four generals and moksa, macaque was able to seal away the monkey king on his beloved mountain…

“The monkeys will need a new king” she said with a warm smile at macaque; the six eared monkey still had the monkey king staff in his hands when he turned his face to the generals and the monkeys, they were all bowing before the new monkey king.

Guanyin brought back macaque where he and sun wukong killed the pilgrims…actually it was just him.

The budhisattva gave him 4 pills of immortality and she told macaque to resurrect the pilgrims.

Why didn’t she just resurrect them? Like she did for him?was she giving him a choice?

Macaque slowly gave the pills to sandy, pigsy and the dragon-horse; but when it was Tripitaka turn he esitated…

he was the reason wukong went away from him. he was the reason for wukong pain. he was the reason wukong was seal away. he was the reason they had to fight. he was the reason wukong was like this now.

He crushed the pill of immortality in his hand, maybe wukong would have eat it and this thought made him smile a little.

Just a little.

He explained everything to the 3 pilgrims… the four of them got the scriptures and the journey to the west seems to have a different ending.

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Many many many years in the future…

After everything that happened bai long ma, zhu bajie, sha wujing and macaque the monkey king became brothers.

They stopped the circle of reincarnation and continued to live as friends in the modern world.

Meeting at pigsy noodle shop one day macaque found a baby, an abandoned one…

“What do mean “me”?!” Macaque was basically screaming at this point.

“You found it. Besides it can’t be so different from taking care of the baby monkeys.” Bajie said not even looking at the monkey king, he was too busy making noodles

“It’s.very.different.” Said macaque through gritted teeth

“Older brother could you-“

“Sorry liu’er” said wujing “I don’t have the space to raise a child”

“Ao lie pleaaaaaase” macaque was practicing beginning at this point “u have a granddaughter that should be the same age-“

“C’on liu’er” interrupted pigsy “we are not saying that u need to do all by yourself, just that you are the best out of us to take care of this human child.”

Macaque scoffed but he felt something for this child “alright…but I want full support”

“You got it, so how do we want to name him…”

Macaque smiled “Qi Xiaotian, I really like it.”

And so macaque raised MK everything went well. until the day MK lifted macaque wukong staff…

#art #plot #elira #alternative universe #lego monkie king #lego monkie kid #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #sunwukong #liu’er #fanfic #mk #pigsy #guanyin #sandy #ao lie #ask questions

[illogicallyx]

Hey! You can ignore if this makes you uncomfortable but I was seeing your asks on my dash and couldn’t help because what if Nanami with a young reader? The way Nanami is with yuuji is canon, same age gap and everything. How do you think that would be?

hey nonie!!! it doesn't make me uncomfortable aghh i live for platonic rls with my fav characters more than romantic ones (shhh dont tell anyone its a secret)

ANYWAY

i will be writing this with a fem!reader in mind i hope you dont mind that <3

sorry in advance for pushing my Nanami Girl Dad agenda here but i very much believe he is like a dad to you!

blame his age or just the realization how fickle life is but he will be so much softer with you like he gives you soft smiles and cracks jokes with you to the point when yuji sees this he gets a lil jealous bc "nanami???? u never did that for me >:(" but there's no accusation in the statement he likes this side of nanami that you bring out — no matter how surprising it was for him and for others

it was surprising for nanami too

i love thinking how yuji and you would have like "beef" between u two where he complains to nanami abt u and he's like 🤷🏻‍♂️ and you stick ur tongue at yuji to which he pouts bc what is this special treatment but its all jokes

idk why but i loveee the idea of nanami with a clumsy reader like i can 😔😔😔😔 i know he will bend down and do ur laces for u while u are forgetful abt them bc u are too busy talking to notice

i love the idea of his mentee eating his ear off OEKFKDKDK imagine like staying in his office sitting on the couch talking abt ur fav shows and books like he's ur bestie while he makes coffee for himself and he is listening intently to you, nodding when appropriate, raising his eyebrows at ridiculous theories of ur fav media that u read online and giving his own input as to what he thinks

i personally like to believe he would love to talk with you bc u are emotionally intelligent and he even opens up but like not in a way that he uses you as his therapist no no but like he loves listening to ur input over trivial things in life like why people behave a certain way, why money is so important and etc etc yk

but like he still treats u like the kid you are doe i love the idea of him taking u to get ur fav snacks after a mission and giving u headpats while telling u that u did a good job

and when u become a second year or leave his mentorship do not expect a change in this routine doe bc ur bond with him is too strong to just stop after <3

#answered nonie! #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #kento nanami fluff #kento nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #kento nanami jjk