#''I'll make your life miserable for the rest of our lives''

[entername322]

One weird day

Yuri (Izone) x Male Reader x Minju (Izone)

Length: 11644 words

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Highschool, such a mixed bag of memory and experience. For you, entering highschool has been very, scary. Not because you heard about how shitty it is. Mostly because you're not ready to grow up so fast. It felt like just yesterday you reached middle school, now you had to live to highschool, and prepare yourself for college?

"Stop dozing off idiot"

A sharp pain on your arm wake you up from your crippling mid life crisis, well, quarter life crisis. "Damn it I don't like highschool", Hearing your words Yuri just rolled her eyes on you. "We haven't even reach school for our first day stupid" You shake your head, "And I already hate feels good man"

"Come on we're gonna be late for our first day" Feeling the tug in your arm you tried to fight her only to fail miserably. "Bro we still have half an hour left for our 5 minute walk", Disregarding your complain Yuri grabbed your arm and made you sprint the rest of the way to school.

"Bro, you look smaller than before vacation", Your best friend, Jin greeted you when he saw you walk in the school grounds with Yuri dragging you. "Fuck you, did you grow again?" He nodded proudly, "Fuck yeah, 189 cm, soon I'll be in the NBA" Yuri rolled her eyes at him. "Heh, keep dreaming dumbass" Jin turned to the girls that's holding you. "Yeah, yeah, nice seeing you here too Yuri, I think you grew shorter", Jin have a thing with death, he likes to tease them by pissing Yuri off. "Damn it, bro help me"

Such a shame, he was so young too. Walking away from the crime scene you went to find your class. 1A, none of your friend is here. Of course you have two friend, one is dead the other killed him.

"Why you leave me bro, et tu brute?", Your ears tingle hearing that name. "Stop it with that name" You don't hate it, it's just weird. "Can't, your performance was too iconic", You left Jin to his injuries as you get in class and put down your bag.

Far back seat, next to the window, the anime protagonist seat. Except, the windows are tinted, a way to make sure the sun doesn't get in the students eye. And the view doesn't get to their mind. You heard Yuri loud footsteps chasing after Jin who bolted out of the area. As Yuri went pass your class she saw you and walked towards you.

"I'm in the same class with that idiot", How does she know? "How did you know?" She sighed, "I checked the announcement in the group chat", Ah yes, the group chat for all the new year students, you didn't read it.

"Idiot", Yuri slapped your head. "Damnit Yuri, go back to your class", She slapped your head again, "Class haven't started yet"

"Jin talked shit about your fatty arms", A bait, a bad one. "Woohoo, Brutus is getting karma" The classroom turns to a colloseum filled with your classmate cheers as Yuri is deconstructing your whole body with her punches. "I'm sorry", You let out a small whimper as she let you go. "Tchhhh", She snorted before leaving you to bleed out from your injuries.

"Hey Brutus, don't step my back when I'm paying attention in class okay?", The guy in front of you tried to befriend you. "Actually Brutus stab Caesar in the front so that he knows that he got betrayed" You don't mind getting new friend. "Oh yeah, fix your glasses when you do that", You're not wearing any. "Here use mine"

Watching the glasses he offered you stare at him silently before taking it. "Ackkshually, Brutus stabbed Caesar from the front to gloat over his dead body to announce his betrayal", He laughed at you before giving you a fistbump. "Perfect, I'm Doyoung"

"I'm-", "Brutus, I know", Seems like you made new friends on your first day.

You glanced at the entrance seeing, an angel. "Who is that?", Granted, you're not the most social person in your middle school, but you are sure you never saw the girl that just walk in. You would've remember someone that pretty.

"New chick, the guys went ham yesterday at the group chat trying to stalk her", Your friend seems to be in daze. The girl looked around before taking the seat next to me. "Act cool brute", You are acting cool, Doyoung isn't.

"I hate that name", Not really. "It suits you", It doesn't. "How", Doyoung just shrugged at you. "It just does", Brutus is not your real name, but it seems the name has already stick.

"Alright everyone, quiet down, get to your seat", Your homeroom teacher silent the class before starting the day, the year, the highschool life. The first class is math, and of course, you don't understand a single thing.

"Alright, let's have an exercise, complete this paper in a group of two please", Ah yes, making group, something you hated. "Brute", Doyoung turned to look at you. You wanted to say yes, but then you glanced to your right to see the new girl is looking around.

"You want to pair up together?", Bros before hoes, since you've only met Doyoung today, like 2 hour ago, he's not your bro just yet. "Uhmmm, okay", She nodded meekly.

Doyoung just stare at you with disbelief before his mouth formed a smile and he shake his head. "I'll get you for this", He mouthed with a smirk before turning to his other friend.

The teacher walked around giving the paper and hand it to you after asking who my partner is. The room got a bit noisy for a second with the sound of tables and chair cluttering as everyone combined their desk to work together. You looked at your new partner before using some geture to ask if she wants to merge desk. She nods so you moved yours to her.

"I'm Minju", She sound shy. "Hey, just call me Brutus, that's what everyone call me anyway", You don't know why you said that but you don't mind the rebranding of yourself. "Right, let's see the exercise", It was a ten question exercise all of which is our of your range.

"It's pretty easy", God hand you help using an angel called Minju. "Full disclosure here, I'm pretty stupid, so I'm sorry but I might be a dead weight", You're an idiot but not scummy. "No it's okay, I can help you", She tried, she really did.

"Listen here Min, I know you meant well, but I think we need to pause our tutoring session. There's not much time left and I already feel bad for dragging you down. You should finish it so you don't get your grade fucked up by me", Saying that made you cringe a little. She has helped you study a little but you just told her off to finish the assignment yourself.

"No it's fine", She waved her arms trying to convince you. "I really feel bad, I already drag you down with being your partner now I have to tell you to finish it off yourself but I really think you should just prioritise your own grade. You can write my name off the assignment", She looked at you for a second.

Oh fuck did I piss her off?

"Sorry, I-i-i-i'll finish it then"

Shit I pissed her off.

You just sat there quietly as she finish the whole assignment. As she finished, she didn't write off your name before handing it to the teacher.

"Sorry" She shake her head, "It's fine", It's probably not fine, for your pride. "It's fine really, I don't mind", She reassure you. "Now you make me feel worse", You accidentally gaslight her. "I don't mean to, it's really fine", She looked concerned. "I'm hurt" Now the position has turned, "What do I do to make you feel better?"

"Uhhhhhh, make me buy you lunch for payment?", Smooth, even Doyoung glanced from the side giving you a thumbs up. "I, okay then", Sweet, you just made another friend, doubling your friend size in the first day already.

"15 more minutes, if you finish your assignment already just raise your hand and I'll take it", Minju nervously opened a book and start writing. "What you doing?", You don't mean to snoop around, you're just bored. "Oh, nothing, it's nothing", She hurriedly close it before looking at you nervously.

"Sorry, don't mean to intrude"

"It's fine"

"You say that alot"

"Sorry"

"Nah don't be, I'm just curious that's all"

"Oh well, ask away"

Bonding time I guess.

"Where are you from?", Kim Minju, recently moved to Seoul, no friend in the school or the city. Likes photography and watching K-drama. As the class ended you went to the bathroom.

Getting a few moment of quiet Minju opened the book she hide from you earlier. It's a diary, where she wrote almost everything that happened in a day. You, been in the school since kindergarten, had a friend named Yuri who likes to, 'send you to god' occasionally. Likes reading and watching movies or show. Not very smart, pretty self aware and open about a lot of stuff.

Your favourite food is honey fried chicken and a strawberry smoothie. Likes cookies and sweet stuff as well. Hobbies include reading and spending the day in bed. During your attempt to know more about Minju you actually spend more time talking than her. Something Minju appreciate since she get to know more about you as well. When you returned Minju immediately closed the book and throw it to her bag.

"Well, should I move back?"

All the other classmates left their table and chair still merged while chatting. You don't want to make her uncomfortable so you asked if you should move. "No, it's fine", Alright, more bonding time. "Okay then, do you know what's next?", You obviously don't know or care about it, but you want to make some chitchat. "The class? From the schedule it seems like Korean?"

"What schedule?", You said confused. "The one in the group" Oh yeah, the group, are you even in it honestly? "Oh, I didn't read that", Carefree and ignorant about school. Minju made mental note for later.

The Korean class was fine, the teacher doesn't mind the seating position and just start handing out essays for us to analyse. "Are you having problem?", Minju think you're an idiot, not in a demoralising way, but in a concerned way. "No, I'm fine, look", She was throughly surprised seeing how through and detailed your comment was. "Oh right, you like reading", Good at literature, another mental note for her.

"Yep, it's I've read more fictional than not but it still have the same rule more or less", Minju seems intrigued. "What's your favourite series then?", You're surprised she's curious about it. "Mistborn, although I loved a lot but that one is the one I find myself revisiting often", Avid bookworm, another mental note. "Oh I like it too, although I haven't really read the second era", Minju like to read, in fact both of you spend the rest of the period to talk about some of your favourite series.

Once the first break came around you still busy talking to her about it. "Bro", Jin announced his arrival with a thunderous roar. He raised his eyebrow watching Minju. "Sup, meet Minju, she's new around town", Proudly, you show off your new friend. "Hello, I'm Jin", Oh, Jin is pulling out his flirting smile again. Yuri squinted at Minju for some reason.

They exchanged greeting, then both of them take the empty seat in front of us. "What's up with the seating here?", Jin said looking around, "Math, they had us do some assignments in a group of two", Yuri immediately know what you did. "And you burdened her by teaming up with her?", Yuri pinched your hand, Minju saw it and frowned. "It's fine, I really don't mind", Yuri still glared at me before smiling at Minju. "Sorry about this idiot, you should be careful he might drag you down", Jin saw a chance and took it, "That's right, if he cause trouble just call me and I'll take care of him"

Minju doesn't like your friend, she thinks they're demeaning you too much. So she grabbed your other hand. "It's really fine, I helped Brutus in math he helped me in Korean earlier", Yuri look at her hand grab which cause some unpleasant feeling in her stomach. "Brutus? You really want to take that silly name?", Jin laughed.

"Listen, some rebranding needs to be done okay?" Such a cheesy name, you rather find it quite funny. "It sounds silly", Yuri find it annoying, mostly because how you got the name. "I think it's pretty funny", Minju find it to be quite cheesy but it's right up her alley.

"Goddamn Brutus already being fight over by two goons", Doyoung came back with his friend. "Doy did you turn this idiot to Brutus?", Jin and Doyoung know eachother from basket you believe. "Perfect name honestly", Perfectly cheesy, "Don't you fucking call him that", Yuri glared at him, "Come on now don't kill me"

You see Yuri's head vein started to pop. You grabbed her hand that's pinching you. "Come on now Yuri, don't be rude to my new friend", You tries to defuse her anger. "Friend, I'm still mad at you for leaving me at math" Doyoung whoped his head dramatically. "Are you good at math?", He smiled at the argument. "Touche, I'm Doyoung by the way, nice to meet you", Jin stare at Doyoung seizing him up. Do note that he doesn't do that when Minju grabbed your arm.

"Oh hello, I'm Minju", Doyoung stare at the two hand you're holding right now before smiling at you. "Very smooth Brute", You stop holding the two girls hand. Minju find it to be unfortunate, she likes how warm your hand is. It's another thing she should add to her diary. Yuri hate it and happy that you let go. That's what she admits even though she felt some disappointment in her heart.

"Sorry guys, we need our seats back", Jin and Yuri reluctantly get off and left the class. "See you at lunch, Brutus" Jin peaced out. "Don't sleep in class again", Yuri is acting like your mom. Minju doesn't like her, she thinks she's too controlling. The word abuser has come up for her to describe Yuri.

Minju is a vixen trying to play with your heart. Yuri doesn't like her, she thinks Minju is up to no good. She kept a mental note to watch her.

"So, your friends seems.......", Minju struggled to find the right word. "Rude?", You helped her, "I was gonna say blunt, but yeah" She smiled. "I mean, that's just how they are", You're all young, politeness is not a thing yet. "You've known them for long right?", She needs to know more. "Well me and Jin know eachother around middle school. He just hangout with me sometimes" Jin doesn't seems like a bad person, but Minju would rather avoid him seeing the visible interest he has on her.

"Yuri, well we're neighbors, like her home is literally next to mine. We've been buddy since we were 3", For a moment Minju imagined what it feels like to have a friend like that. She felt jealous.

I want that, a childhood friend that's always been there for me.

The next period is English. You and Minju is good at the subject. You because you read some English novel, Minju because she's just perfect like that. So during the period you just talk to her some more. An enjoyable experience for you and Minju. Once the lunch break rang you grabbed her hand.

"Let's go to the cafeteria, before it got full", Minju happily grab your hand and hop with you to the cafeteria. "You want some tteokbokki with fried chicken?", Minju was busy enjoying your hand holding and stayed quiet. "Alright", You take her silence as an agreement.

When you wanted to lay she insisted that you alread repay her with the Korean essay but you shut her down by giving your money to the cashier before she can. "Really you don't need to do that", Minju seems kinda cute when she grumbled doesn't she? "Nonsense, come on let's find a place to eat", She has the same idea as you to sit at the corner of the cafeteria.

"Brutus has a new girlfriend already", Someone yells, "Hell yeah bro, on the first day too", Another follows. You're not sure where you get the attention from. It's mostly because the guys was already watching for Minju ever since they saw her in the group chat. Seeing her with you they felt a little dejected, but it's not like they are in a rush. It's only the first day after all.

"Goddamn I never been this acknowledge ever since, well ever", Do you mind it? Kinda. "Yeah, me too", You looked at her with a 'really?' face making her surprised. "Come on now look at yourself", Minju liked your compliments, she never liked being complimented by guys before. "Thank you", She said with a proud grin, "Alright diva", You two laughed as Jin joined you.

"Fuck I hate math, he took so long to teach now the cafeteria is already full", Minju decided to sit a little closer to you to discourage Jin from making a move. "Well, you won't get your food faster by sitting here", Thankfully you accidentally sends him off. "Fuck you", Just like how he come, he goes without explanation.

"What's our last period?"

"Hmmm? I think history"

"I hate history"

"Hahahaha, I thought you'll love it, Brutus"

"Since when does our history teach about the wacky Roman empire"

"Well, you got a point there"

As much as Minju is enjoying the lunch with you, it doesn't last long as Yuri came by. "Move Udon", Yuri is very persuasive, especially when she used her knee on your ribs. "Can you just drop that name already, and there's space there", She doesn't care so you reluctantly moved.

The seat was two seater facing eachother, but since all three are you small as a stick it fits. Minju is next to the wall but she doesn't mind since you get to be very close to her. "Mom wants me to buy some milk and eggs so we're getting a detour on our way home", Yuri feels the need to say that in front of Minju for some reason. "Feel fre to do so, I'm gonna go home and-", She denied your request with a slap to the head.

"That's not very nice", Minju grabbed your head. Some because she's concerned for you, some because she wants to feel up your hair. "Hey, mind your business princess", Yuri feel a weird agitation seeing Minju is caressing your head. "No way I'm letting you abuse your friend like this", Oh no, Yuri vein is popping again.

"Hey, I know this guy ever since I know how to walk, don't snoop around our friendship", Yuri grabbed your hand again. She hate it don't think that she want to hold your hand. In fact she's done it a thousand time already, so don't think anything weird is going on.

"Are you okay?", Minju disregard the angry Yuri and turned to you. This act of disrespect is not gonna slide so easily. "Hey, back off", Yuri glared at Minju, "You first, you're making this place feel small, and we got here first" Yuri rolled her eyes. "It's probably because you're fat", Minju doesn't seems to got hurt over it, she just smiled. "Hmmm? Is it? I guess you are too small to make a difference anyway. By the way are you sure you didj tleft your height in middle school?", Maybe, making 2 friends is s little too much for your new day.

"Girls please, can't we just have a normal lunch", The two looked at you with a frown. "Please?", They sighed but didn't let you go. "Are you okay?", Minju is running her finger through your hair.

Fluffy, can I keep holding on to it.

"I'm fine Min, thanks", She sighed and let go fo your hair. She will find a way to hold it later. "Yuri, can you let me go", Yuri glared at you, she's holding you to keep you safe. Yeah, that's all. "Yuri please", Knowing her for a while you know how to make puppy eyes that she just can't refuse. She can't refuse it because she felt pity seeing you so desperate. Obviously it's not because that look always gave her a heart attack.

"Fine", The two of them have some staring competition here and there but they don't cause any more trouble with you. Jin never came back to your table, you didn't look for him either. You're too busy to make sure no world war happened in the table.

"You shouldn't sleep at the next class Udon. You're in highschool now, the teacher won't be as lenient as before", Yuri scolded you, "I'll be fine", Since you all finished your food you drop down your hand which Yuri took to pinch, and hug. No not hug, she's locking it so you won't take it away.

"It's okay, if there's something you don't understand just ask me", Minju smiled at you and grab your other hand. It's nothing but skin on bones, she needs to change that. "Tchhh, the teacher can teach better"Yuri have a point. "Sometimes a little lesson from your classmates can help you better", Minju does not agree. "A smart one" Yuri scoffed, "Thank you"

Yuri's furious burning gaze and Minju's cold sinister gaze fight over eachother with you in the middle of it all. Yuri  then grabbed your hand tighter, pulling to between her boobs.

Oh fuck that felt good. What? No focus Yuri.

"Don't trust this girl, she's playing with you", She whispered in your ears. For the first time, your childhood friend that's basically your sister has turned into a, woman. Minju frowned and pulled your hand, so much so that you almost fall to her. Reactively you put down your hand to keep your balance. Minju felt disappointed until she saw your hand is between her thighs. With a mischievous smile she immediately wrapped it with her soft pale thighs.

Hmmm, I should move a little bit to the front.

Thankfully for you she didn't. "You know I think since you pay for my lunch I have a debt for you, what if I buy you some smoothie on our way back"

Fuck her thighs is so soft and smooth. Fuck since when did Yuri have such big boobs. FUCK WHAT IS HAPPENING.

"Girls please, let's get to class", Minju showed Yuri a triumphant smile making the latter frown even deeper. "Oh yeah mom is cooking some quiche tonight, come and join us for dinner okay", You love quiche, you don't love it when it's used against you. The two then send eachother glare yet again before the bell rang. "I'll see you later after school Yuri, come on Min time for our last period", Reluctantly the two of them let go of you. You were also reluctant of leaving their embrace. Min didn't let go of your hand much to Yuri dismay. As you two walk into your class she stick out her tongue to Yuri behind your back.

Fucking whore.

The history teacher told us to return our table to the previous state. Minju looked at you separating from her with a sad face. You're not stupid, you see what's brewing between her and Yuri. It's just, weird. Yuri have been your friend for so long you're practically inseparable. You've slept together, spend holidays together. Bath together when you were a kid. Yet today, she seems to find something new about herself regarding you. The changes has happened around late middle school already.

How she always try to protect you, how she doesn't like when other girl tried to group up with you. She's did not deter them from you, that part is on you with your edgy phase. Sometimes you would think about the future, and she will always be there. You think today, she was forced to confront that feeling seeing someone so pretty is around you. You can practically see the change in her mood the moment Minju came to comfort you after she hit you. It's like her whole existence is being tested.

Minju on the other hand is very pretty. Like pretty to anyone standard, but for you, she's the picture perfect manifestation of  beauty. Everything about her looks checked every box in your type. Then there's her personality. Kind and caring, patience too remembering she let you burdened her in math. Not to mention, she's actually a bookworm like you, how many girls you met actually have the same taste in book?

Her current situation is also perfect.

New girl in a new school, new town even remembering she said she just moved in nearby. A secluded girl who seems to be the perfect girl for your type. How many guy would kill to have this exact chances. While you were thinking this, your two friend is also thinking about the same thing.

Minju liked you, she felt a certain familiarity with you after one day. Just like how she's perfect for your type you're also, well, passable for her type. Personality wise, too early to judge but seems promising. Hobbies and interests, perfect fit. Looks? A little too skinny but she don't mind, helping you. More than that, she projected her old memory to your current friendship with Yuri. She wants to protect you, she wants to make sure you never go through what she did. Of course, she's reading too much into it, but she doesn't know that.

Yuri is in turmoil. Somehow, today, your smile seems very different than usual. Your touch seems way more warm. Your stupid smell is also lingering in her mind. She is angry at you for making her feel that way, distracting her from class. Yet above you, there's Minju, someone she's throughly furious at. The new girl just moved in and suddenly got all close and friendly to you? Minju is up to no good, that's the consensus Yuri has reached. She needs to stop Minju, she won't let her hurt you. She might be covering her anxiety of losing you with some stupid reasoning, but she doesn't know it.

The day ended, as Minju was pacing up her things she saw you is ready to leave. No, she can't let you leave yet, you're gonna be taken to the hand of that abuser. "Wait", She grabbed your hand. She has grow fond of the feeling from your soft hands. "All okay Min?", The little name he got for you made her believe that your friendship is already a strong one. "Can we, go walk together?", Inside you is two wolf. One want to spend more time with Minju and solidify your first day friendship. One doesn't want to be in the middle of war again.

"Sure, where do you live?", The former won, the latter screamed that you will regret this with it's last dying breath. "It's just down the street actually, 5 minute walk", Seeing you accept, Minju immediately grabbed her things and put it in her back quickly.

"Let's go", Minju speed up for two things, one she doesn't want to make you wait, second she sees other guy is trying to talk to her. In order to deter anyone from making a move she wrapped her arm around you. A gesture, you appreciate very much. The two of you walked out your class to see Yuri is waiting for you. The gesture isn't as appreciated as before.

"Minju want to walk home with us", With you, she wants it with you. Yuri's face contorted before grabbing your other hand and start dragging you out of the school. "Yuri slow down", You tries to stop her. "Mom need to make her quiche you're gonna make her wait too long", Yet feeling your hand yanked Yuri back, a painful feeling starts to stab her heart.

"Calm down first, Min where's your house?", Minju gloat over Yuri's visible turmoil. "It's down this street, right in that corner, that one", You can actually see her house from the school, it's on the way to your home and right after the convenience store. "Oh perfect, that's on the way home, come on let's get some milk and eggs", Minju smiled to Yuri who is frowning.

The three of you made your way to the convenience store. It was supposed to be milk and eggs, but Minju seems to have a shopping list to fill. "What are you doing, we need to go home", Yuri doesn't like that Minju is holding you up.

"Sorry, I just need a dark chocolate bar", Minju continue dragging you through 5h3 store. "If you really sorry let go of him and go find it yourself. It's faster", Minju stared at Yuri for a second before looking at you. "Ehmm, go find it Min, we'll wait at the cashier", This time, it's her that went to a turmoil, making Yuri smile victoriously. Minju hurriedly scurry off while Yuri dragged you to the entrance.

"You need to stop talking to her", You look at her confused. "What? Yuri are you insane?", She grit her teeth hearing you,"She's up to no good, I just know it", Yuri hate seeing your confused face.

He doesn't know, I need to protect him, I can't let him get hurt because of some whore trying to play with his heart.

"Yuri, we just met today, I'm getting to know her. She's nice, funny, beau-" She doesn't like it, she doesn't like hearing you praise Minju. "You don't understand", She might yell the last part too hard. Seeing everyone in the streets turn to her all the blood on her body start to rush to her face. "I, let's talk about it later", The second wolf was right, you will regret this.

Not long you saw Minju walk out to you. "Sorry for taking too long", Her smile, it's quite pleasant to look at doesn't it? "No problem", Your smile is also quite pleasant to look at, according to her.

"Look, try this on", Minju bring out a sunglasses and put it on you. "You buy a sunglasses?", You laughed fixing it's placement on your face. "I don't know, it looks cool", It's also at a scammy price. "Ughhh, come on, you've stalled us long enough", Yuri pulled you to walk again.

You felt Minju tugged your other arm. Looking back at her you see she has her phone out and took a picture of you. "Huh?", You're not really sure how to respond to that. "Oh no, you look cute when you wear it", Oh, you actually managed to spend the day with her without blushing once. Until now. "Hahaha, the glasses is really good on you", Another picture of you, looking away while the blush is creeping up in your face. "That's your house right? Bye bye", Yuri was squeezing your hand seeing Minju is flirting with you. "Okay, see you later oppa", Since when did you become her oppa? Both you and Yuri was pondering that question when Minju walked into her house.

"Alright, see, she's nice", Yuri just grimaced at you. "Take that sunglasses off", Oh you still wearing it. "Oh fuck, Minju", You ran after Minju while Yuri is squeezing your hand even harder. "Awww, Yuri stop it", She didn't, so you just continue walking in defeat. "Minju, your glasses", Minju walked out of her house again. "Keep it, I didn't buy you smoothie today", Is this gonna be a war between you and her? "Come on take it back", She shake her head while smiling mischievously. Damn does it pierced your heart. "If you don't like it, you can repay me tomorrow, good bye, see you later", She winked at you. Oh yeah this is war, of kindness and favour.

Yuri is fuming, "Alright see you tomorrow", You immediately drag Yuri with you. This time, the chance of murder is actually high enough to be a possibility.

During the walk Yuri can't stop hugging your arm. Her finger occasionally pulled on your jacket, her nails sometimes sinked to it piercing to your skin. "Yuri you're gonna make me look like a cat attack victim" Your hand tried to held hers making certain feelings wells up in her. "Shut up", You shut up.

Yuri dragged you into her house, against your will. "Yuri, don't kill your boyfriend on your first day of highschool", Her mom laughed seeing you two. "He's not my boyfriend", Yuri screamed while putting the groceries on the table before dragging me down to her room.

"Yuri, what is happening to you?", You rubbed your arm. "What is happening to me? You were the one who act like a stupid boy being overdosed by hormone chasing a whore like her" You felt your anger raise hearing her say that. "Yuri, Minju is not a whore", Your cold voice surprised Yuri which she hide by more yelling. "Yeah? I see how she acts around you, she put your hand between her legs just to tease you, she's a fucking whore", For the first time in forever, you actually got angry to Yuri.

"She's not a whore and I don't appreciate your fucking jealousy ruin my new friendship" Yuri's face contorted at your words. "What jealousy are you talking about idiot, you think I did this because I'm jealous of her?", Yuri felt her hand shaking, of all the time you scolded her you've only fought back a few times, enough to be counted in one hand. Yet now, out off all the time you could've fight her you choose today. "Listen, she's a-"

Hail Mary this shit.

You reached out to hug her. You know Yuri doesn't like physical touch. Ever since you two were 15 she stopped hugging you or holding your hands. She become self aware about her own sexuality and stop the physical touch between you. So today, seeing her so touchy with you, it might require drastic measures to calm her.

Why did you never hug me again? I've been missing your touch.

Yuri take a deep sniff of your body. If not for today she might forget how it felt. Your little skeletal body feels so warm and, calming for her. "Yuri, Minju is a nice girl, and I want to befriend her. Relax okay, she won't take me away from you", Your voice seems so calming, since when did you have such a deep voice.

Oh god, I am falling for him. All those time I denied him from any physical touch. I was rejecting my own feelings. Mom is right, this is my boyfriend. And I won't let that fucking whore get him.

As you were waiting for her to respond you felt a sharp pain on your chest. "Yuri", You pulled away from the hug only to find Yuri is already hugging you tight. "Acckkkk, Yuri stop", She let go, looking at you with..... Ecstasy.

"I don't like her, at all", Maybe hugging her was a terrible idea. "Yuri please-" She cuts you off with a finger to your mouth. "But I'll let you befriend her, for now", Well, not, a terrible idea?

"Thank you", She doesn't like hearing your relieved sigh. "On two conditions", No such thing as a free meal. "One, if she got touchy or flirty with you then I'm calling it off", Oh no, you realised you force her to confront her feelings and accept it. "And two, we are sleeping together", Still hugging you, Yuri felt your heartbeat rises, something she take pride off.

He's so nervous, that means he like me too. Oh god I was so stupid, if I would just let us continue our antics we would be married by now.

"What?" Your voice break a little. "We're sleeping together again, at my house, at your house, I don't care" Yuri sinked her head to your chest. "Yuri you know we can't do that?", You can, but you need to make up an excuse. "Why not?", Yuri suddenly whined like a kid making you very surprised.

"Because we're already grown ups", She frowned before grabbing your arm and pulled you downstairs. "Mom I'm sleeping with oppa", Two girls make you their oppa today. "Oh? That's a quick change, okay honey have fun", Yuri smiled happily before dragging you back to her room.

"Yuri, since when am I your oppa" The whole thing is so confusing. "Since now, get on the bed, we're having a nap", Without waiting Yuri throw you to the bed and jumped on you.

"Yuri" You tried to sat up. "Ssshhh, go to sleep oppa, I'll be right here, I'll keep you safe", Out of your expectations she reached in and kissed your cheek. Something that scares you, also arrouse you a little. "Don't be so nervous oppa, I promise I won't bite again if you play nice", That's a lie, she will bite you again, but later. "Yuri, I need to change my clothes and- ackkk", What a nice boyfriend, you gave her the chance to bite you again now. This time, it's on your neck. Despite you flaunting your limbs she doesn't stop until she's finished.

"There, that'll look good on you, oppa~~", Your hand reached out to grab your neck, feeling the stinging pain as you touch it. "Did you leave a mark?", She just giggled before putting her head on your chest again. "Yuri" Yuri pulled back your hand and sleep. "Enough oppa, it's been a long day, get some rest", She put her finger on your lips, and you feel she will put another thing on it if you keep resisting. Reluctantly you lay your head down, closing your eyes."Good night oppa, my oppa"

As you and Yuri is having a nice, platonic sleeping session, Minju is busy writing down her diary. All the detail she notices from you. All the funny feelings she has for you. She printed out the picture she took of you before and glued it to the diary. Writing and writing on, she didn't realised she's taken 16 pages writing just about you. The day already settled as the sun sets. Your two pictures is hanging on her desk. The realisation kicked in like a truck.

It's love at first sight. That's right, he's my soulmate, oh god I'm so lucky. So what if he's a guy, love doesn't care about sexuality or gender.

She quickly stripped out the name she have for you at her diary entry. The title of your page turned from 'First friend' to, well you know, 'Boyfriend' obviously.

I need to make some brownies for oppa, I can call him tonight, I can meet him again.

First thing she needs to do, is help you gain some weight.  You're perfect as you are, but she's scared you might break your bone from a falling leaves. Founding a new motivation her small elegant steps echoed around the empty house.

Around 5 PM you woke up, seeing Yuri is biting your chest. "Yuri", Surprised by your voice Yuri looked at you with an excited smile. "Morning oppa", Without warning you felt a soft pair of lips pressing up against yours. The kiss was so gentle, you almost didn't believe it was Yuri who's kissing you.

I'm kissing him, I'm actually kissing him, oh oppa how much I wished I never reject this feelings.

The kiss ended the polar opposite of how it started.

Slowly you two pulled away from eachother.

Your forehead still pressing up against eachother.

Your soft breath intertwined with hers.

Yuri was staring at your lips, her hand reached out to grab her cheek and her thumbs gently caressed your lips.

Her eyes darted upward to see your are in a daze.

"I love you oppa"

She whispered so quietly you felt like she was just breathing normally.

"Oppaaaa, I love youuuuu"

She hummed it as she pulled up.

"I, I don't know Yuri"

Intoxicated by the kiss and her own delusion, Yuri find your answer to be a cute reaction to hide your embarrassment.

"It's okay oppa, you can answer me later"

She came down again to give you a peck on your mouth.

"I need to take a shower"

Surprisingly Yuri let you go.

"I'll see you at dinner oppa, mwah"

She kissed your neck sending tickling sensation through your body.

You ran to your home, your loud footsteps drawn your sister attention.

"Where did you go?"

You saw her spawend in front of you.

She was just standing there, you actually got so much in your mind that you didn't realise it.

"I was just, with Yuri"

That's the usual explanation you had for her, now it felt so different for you.

"Ohhhh? I see, go take a shower then, and button your chest"

You looked down to your chest to find it riddles with lipstick mark.

"I need to go"

The only thing you heard from her is the echoing laughter that will haunt you in your dreams tonight.

You looked at yourself at the mirror, your mouth is so red that it might be mistaken as a cherry.

A cold shower, a really ice cold shower is exactly what you needed.

After finishing up your shower you saw a text from Minju.

"She wants to meet? Tonight? Fuck"

You tried to come up with some excuse.

The problem is, she can see that you're typing, so she called you.

"Fuckkkk"

You screamed, yet you answer anyway.

"Hey oppa, I was sorry for stalling you up earlier, so I thought I'll make it up to you"

Think fast cowboy, if you say no, it will mean that Yuri might discourage Minju tomorrow.

If you say yes, you might have a your lifespan shortened.

"I, don't know, I still owe you for the sunglasses"

"Hehehe, it's okay, you look good in it, come here oppa"

The Hail Mary strategy from before failed.

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.

But it won't fail twice in a row right?

"Okay, I can see you now"

"Perfect, see you here~"

You have 2 hour till dinner, you get dressed and ran downstairs.

"Noona, I'm going out, I have dinner at Yuri, and, probably gonna spend the night there"

Your sister smiles at you.

"Okay, have fun, don't forget to buy condoms, in fact I still have it from the last time my boyf-"

You are not taking three hail Mary strategy today.

You ran off to Minju's place, the moment you got at her fence you saw her walked out the house.

"Hey oppa, come on"

She grabbed your hand and hurriedly pulled you inside.

Her house, is big, you didn't realised it before since Yuri is tearing your hand apart while Minju is tearing your heart.

"Look, brownies"

The smell of freshly baked brownies made your stomach grumble.

"You made this?"

"Yep, I learned baking for a while now, come on sit, I'll prepare a plate for you"

She sat you down at the living room couch.

Looking around, this house looks expensive as fuck.

The wood walls, the high ceiling, the black marble kitchen counter.

Minju really is a princess.

She came back with a plate of brownies and a glass of, vanila smoothie?

"I know you like strawberry smoothie but I only have vanilla, I'll buy some strawberry tomorrow"

God damn the Minju option is getting more and more enticing.

"Dig in oppa"

She sat next to you and hugged your arm.

You noticed her outfits, a thin white shirt with a red side stripe pants.

No bra, and her short is pulled up so high you might be able to take a glimpse to her-

Brownies, yeah, you're eating brownies.

"Thank you Min, you really don't have too"

She smiled seeing you eating her brownies.

It was really good, you never really buy any brownies outside the store one so this homemade brownies taste heavenly.

"You want to go out with me oppa?"

You felt a piece got inhaled to your respiratory system making you cough.

"Come on slow down oppa, I still have a lot more for you"

She laughed seeing you coughed up the brownies before swallowing it down.

"Here, drink this"

She take the smoothie and you sip it.

It's a very enticing option really.

"Min, we just met today"

A fair argument.

"We're soulmate oppa, I feel it the moment we've met, I love you"

A strong counterpoint, mostly because of her face, and body, and voice, and brownies. It's a bit unfair for you isn't it?

"Listen-"

She crawled on top of you, putting her closing statement to the argument.

"Sssshhhh, don't be scared, time doesn't matter. We're getting together sooner or later, so just starts now"

The second part of her closing statement is her soft lips pressing up against yours.

If the aggressive and impatient Yuri had a super soft and gentle kiss.

The gentle and elegant Minju have a passionate and aggressive one.

Her tongue slitehered into your mouth, pulling yours to a fight.

You weren't sure if it's because your mouth is still coated by the brownies and smoothie but her kiss felt so sweet.

Minju looked at you with a lustful eyes.

"Stay the night oppa, I want to spend it with you please"

"I, I have a dinner with Yuri"

Why did you say that?

Minju felt annoyed, that's right, annoyed, not angry.

She find Yuri to be a non competitor but an annoying flies between you two.

"Please oppa? I'll make you a tasty dinner"

Ah shit, what now?

"Are you, free after dinner?"

It's an acceptable term.

"Okay then, when is your dinner?"

"In an hour"

"Then we have an hour"

You didn't have to ask for what because she returned back to kissing you.

As much as you were enjoying her kiss your mind is pulling out a plan.

You need more time to make your decision.

So you have to make this two girls have a ceasefire until you made up your mind.

"Min"

You pulled away from her aggressive kiss.

She frown at you, oh no, she's so cute.

"Aren't your parents gonna be mad when they walked in seeing us?"

"Oh, my parents doesn't live here"

"What?"

"Yeah, they bought the house for me to stay in during highschool"

A princess.

She lay down her head to your neck, to find, something.

"This wasn't here before"

Her cold finger touch the bitemark Yuri gave you.

"Yeah, something happened"

As she raised her head you can feel the temperature dropping down below 0.

"Oppa, I really don't want to ruin your mood by making you break your relationship with her. But if this is the kind of relationship you have with her-"

"It's not, it's complicated okay?"

Minju is not satisfied with your answer, but there's another matter to deal with for now.

She leaped to your neck, and bite it.

"Min"

The hickey from her felt, sensual, mostly because she's grinding on you.

"Min I need to go"

You hear her growl before she let go of your neck.

"Come back soon okay oppa? Don't make me wait too long"

"I promise it won't be long"

She smiled happily and gave you another kiss before seeing you off.

You opened your phone to see Yuri has been calling you non stop.

Gritting your teeth you ran to her house.

Her parents look at you surprised.

"Yuri just went to get you in your house"

"Oh I was from the convenience store, I'll go get her"

Let's try to calm her down before dinner with the parents.

"Where were you"

Yuri bolted to you the moment she saw you walk to your bedroom.

"I'm sorry I wa-"

"With that whore"

Her grip tightens on you.

"Yuri after-"

"She even marked you, oppa you were cheating on me?"

"Listen Yuri, I need you to come with me after dinner okay?"

She looked at you angrily.

"I need to talk to both of you"

"There is nothing to talk about, we belong together, we're already together since we know how to walk and we will still be together until we die"

She shake your body while her eyes got teary.

"Listen, Yuri, can you just, listen to me for once"

Within Yuri mind, a thought is forming, the thought is that she's losing the fight.

It hurts her, it hurt her very much, it's so painful she might just break.

"Why, why oppa I know you for so long already, why did you have second thoughts already? Just because of some girl you met today?"

"Yuri, I just want to make sure"

"Fine, I'll make amends with her"

You're not really sure what she meant by that.

"Thank you Yuri"

Yuri will have you in her life, she will make sure you're not taken away from her, even if she has to compromise with a whore.

Your hug managed to calm her down.

"Yuri, are you crying?"

She answer with her muffled sobs.

"Yuri... Calm down"

You caressed her hair as she hugged you.

"Oppa, don't leave me"

"I won't Yuri, I won't"

"Don't leave me"

"I won't"

"Oppa"

"Yes Yuri?"

"Oppaaa"

You keep answering her as she calm herself down.

Yuri like the way your finger ran through her hair, it's so comforting.

It's decided, she will have to compromise, anything to keep you in her life.

"Yuri let's fix your hair"

You don't want her parents to start asking questions.

A smile formed on her face seeing you wipe her tears and brush her hair.

"I think that's good enough, let's go"

She didn't move, her smile was frozen in place so is her body.

"Yuri?"

"I love you oppa"

"I-"

"It's okay, come here"

She reached out to pull you for a kiss.

So soft and slow, especially compared to Minju's kiss from earlier.

"Let's go"

She whispered before pulling you to her house.

"Bye you two, don't forget to use protection"

"Noona"

"We will unnie, bye"

You glared at Yuri who's smiling happily.

"Ah there you are, well come on, dinners ready"

Yuri grabbed your hand and intertwined her finger with yours.

Her parents smiled seeing her actions.

You two sit next to eachother while facing her parents.

"So, what happened between you two"

Her mom is smiling curiously while her dad, he just doesn't care.

"I'm dating now"

"Good for you sweetie, and you too darling, you two are so perfect together"

"Thanks mom"

Yuri kissed your cheek while you're just sitting there eating.

"Dad aren't you gonna congratulate me?"

"No, you two are meant to be anyway so it's just the matter of time"

"Tccchhhh"

Yuri's dad is an absolute apathetic, her mom is a gossip girl, how did Yuri become an MMA fighter?

"How was your first day in highschool?"

"Everyone called oppa Brutus now and he just force them too"

"Really? Because of that drama?"

"Yes"

You can't really eat properly since Yuri is busy cuddling with you, at the dinner table, in front of her parents.

"Yuri, sweetie, why don't you take your boyfriend to your bedroom, you two seems like you need a room"

Her mom said as we finished the dinner.

"Me and oppa is going out for a walk, see you later Mom, bye dad"

Yuri and I walked to Minju's place.

"What is she doing here?"

Minju's open hostility made Yuri answered with her own. However she managed to keep herself calm.

Be patient, I need to be patient for oppa.

"Can we get in?"

Minju carefully eyes Yuri before grabbing your free arm.

The three of you sat at the living room, the two girls refused to acknowledge the existence of the other one.

"Listen, I know, you two are in love with me"

"I love you more, we're soulmates"

"I know you longer oppa, we are already meant to be together"

"Shut up, now, Minju, I know you for one day, Yuri, we've been growing up as friends, until today. So I can't make a decision yet"

"What decision, we are soulmate oppa"

"Shut up, oppa is talking"

The two exchanged glare for a moment.

"I need sometimes okay? I need time to make my mind, and I want you two to have a ceasefire until I made my decision"

The two doesn't like your proposal.

"How long"

"A month at least"

"No, a month at most"

Minju is very unpleased.

"Oppa, I need to talk with Minju"

"No, you two gonna kill eachother"

"Oppa, just leave for a second, I promise I won't kill her"

Minju stare at Yuri cautiously trying to gauge her intentions.

"Minju?"

"Fine, wait in the kitchen oppa, you can watch us from there"

Reluctantly you left the two girl to their own devices.

Yuri and Minju stare at eachother for awhile.

"Share him"

Minju definitely didn't expect that.

"What?"

"I'm not losing him, and I don't like to gamble, so share him"

"Are you stupid? Why would I share him when he's already mine"

"Because you might also lose"

The two stare at eachother angrily.

"We're soulmates"

"Does he know that?"

"I will make sure he does"

"I know him long enough to know he's not believing those kind of things"

"You know him for so long yet he still thinking about me, the girl he met in the first day"

Yuri felt her patience is slowly draining.

"Just share him with me, we can get a piece together"

Minju is not stupid, she knows the possibility of her losing you is a 50/50.

Yet she still doesn't trust Yuri.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why you want to share him? You're antagonising me the whole day and you want to make peace with me?"

"Because he's conflicted. And I know, if he chooses you it will hurt, so much I might lose my mind. And if he chooses me, he will feel hurt for hurting you that I might also feel guilty"

Those thoughts has also went through Minju's mind.

"You're scared aren't you"

"Of course I am"

"To me?"

"My whole life I've known him and you come in and managed to threaten my position in the first day, of course I'm scared"

For a second, Minju realised, Yuri might not be as bad as she thought.

"Awwww, are you insecure?"

Minju patted Yuri's head making the latter frown.

"Don't do that"

"Hehehe, you're just a timid little girl aren't you, I'm sorry for scaring you"

"Minju stop it"

"Fine, I agree, I'll share him"

Seeing the changes on Yuri's face Minju felt a little relieved. Yuri might be a good partner to have as well.

She's cute, pretty, also when she got all embarrassed like this it make her heart flutter.

"Let's set up the ground rule then"

"Fine, we're the same priority, no main girl or something like that"

"That one is acceptable, second is group chat. I don't want any private chat between us and oppa. Everything need to be said in the group chat"

"That's, acceptable too I guess. Then you can't have too much date. If we both have two date and you took him out in one you can't have another one after I get one"

"You read my mind cutie"

"I'm not cute"

"But you're blush is so-"

"Stop it, another one is I want a budget limit on our dates"

"Oh come on, I want to pamper him"

"I can't keep up with your money, look at this house, you're definitely rich"

"I am, and that's okay cutie, he will still love you even though you won't be as rich as me"

"Fine, guess I'll just have to take him to dates with my family and parade him as my boyfriend"

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.

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"So the spending limit, let's say, 100 thousand won?"

"Are you insane?"

"Ughhh, fine, how about this, I won't take him to super expensive place, and we don't buy him anything. Our gifts need to be made by ourself"

"Good, I like that"

"Butttt, I want to buy him some new clothes, I want my boyfriend to dress well"

"Ughhh, his wardrobe is so bad"

"Hehehe, shopping trip with us then"

Minju hugged Yuri making the latter develop a smile.

"I'm looking forward to work with you, Minju"

"I'll be looking forward to work with you too, Yuri"

You are watching this weird interaction and was completely baffled seeing the two girl hug.

Ah shit I made them gay and fell for eachother.

Then the two of them turned to you with a creepy smile.

The wolf you pick has changed sides and tell you this is a bad idea.

"Oppa, come here"

You're not sure which one called for you.

Slowly you walked back to them.

Once you're close enough Yuri grabbed you and sat you down between her and Minju.

"Alright oppa, we will have a ceasefire"

Minju draw around your chest with her finger.

"Good, I promise one-"

"Forever, because we don't need to fight for you anymore"

Yuri start nibbling on your arm.

"What?"

"We are sharing you, aren't you happy oppa?"

It would be a lie if you never thought of the harem option. It would also be a lie if you think that the option is a genuine option to take. Yet, it's also a lie, if you say you're not excited right now.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I can't believe you're actually second guessing yourself for a girl you just met today oppa, bad oppa"

You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder as she sank her fang to it.

"That's okay oppa, I won't make you have the painful responsibility to hurt one of us, so we compromise"

Minju kissed your cheek.

"So first of all oppa, you have to love us equally"

"That's right, we are also using a group chat for now on, no private chat between us"

"Then, we will keep track of how much date to make sure it's fair", Notes, you need notes. And maybe some water splashed to your face. "Are you two, actually, serious"

The two of them looked at you, stare at eachother before attacking you. The two of them wrapped one arm around your neck locking it in place. Then they kissed your cheek. So synchronized, so creepy. Of course you're overwhelmed already so you're not feeling the desperate self preservation your brain is trying to send off.

"You're our boyfriend now okay?","Our oppa" They are synchronized now. "Okay, okay, okay", The two are ecstatic with your response and giggles before they bite your neck.

"Ahhhh, girls", Your moan of pain only made them even more excited. "Who kiss first?", Yuri raised her hand in response, "Rock-paper-scicors"

Yuri won and get the first bite of your lips. The lips of her new boyfriend. Minju is watching you with smiles all over her face. Once Yuri had enough fill she slowly parted from you, her mind is in a daze. She tried to inhale as much as your scent. "You're so shy when you kiss Yuri, so cute", Minju smiled.

"I'm not cute", The sight of your tomboyish childhood friend turning to a tomato is too cute. "You are kinda cute", You supported Minju's words. Yuri hide her face letting out a squeal before dropping to your chest.

"Hehehehe, my turn", Minju crashed her lips on to yours. Her passionate kiss only seems to get rougher as time went on. Your tongue and lips turned numb at the end. Minju is happy with how meek you are, such a perfect boyfriend.

As you two pulled away you saw Yuri is watching you two in a daze. "See? That's how you kiss cutie", Yuri frowned. "I'm not a horny bitch like you" Yuri pouted, "Really? Our boyfriend seems to like it"

She turned to you who's still in a trance. "Oppa", Yuri pouted making you wake up from your daze. "Yuri it's fine", Doesn't convince her. "Here, let me teach you" Before any of you can react, Minju grabbed both of Yuri's cheek before kissing her. Oh boy, it's getting harder and harder, you know what it is.

As they parted you see Minju is smiling at Yuri with a mischievous smile while Yuri was in a trance. "On second thought, your soft kisses are also enjoyable, good job cutie", Minju's hand let go of Yuri and wrapped itself around you. The two of them slowly came to hug you and stay quiet for, an hour?

"It's late already, we should go home", You don't want to go home, but things might escalate if you stay. "Come on, sleep with me, I want to sleep with oppa", Minju tightened her hug on you. "I told mom I'm going to sleep with oppa tonight" Yuri looks conflicted if anything, "So do it here, with me too" Minju said. "How though, I can tell mom I'm sleeping at oppa's place", You opened your phone to check if the coast is clear. "Then, I should ask Noona"

"Who's Noona", Minju squinted her eyes angrily. "My Noona, my older sister", They still have their jealousy trait, that's good to know. "Oh that's fine then", She smiled and turn to cuddling you again. You see your sister already texted you that she's leaving for the night so I can use the house.

"Oh? Should we move to your bedroom then oppa?", Minju whined at Yuri in response. "Here is better, I'm living here alone", Minju said making Yuri raised her eyebrow. "What?" Minju then smiled confidently, "Yep, mom and dad buy me this house for my highschool life", You hear Yuri curse under her breath but you can't make out what."Okay princess, but oppa's house is also empty, and that way I can also show to mom I am sleeping at oppa's place"

"Empty?", Minju turned to you. "Oh yeah, my parents passed away a while ago", She looked at you with concern and guilt. "Oh baby, I'm sorry",Well, a kiss always a good way to cheer someone up.

"We should go out to a date this week"

"Three of us"

"Of course cutie, I won't leave you"

"Let's go to the park again"

"Let's, go to my place, because I'm tired"

The two of them smiled and kissed your cheek. "Let me put on something more covering clothes then", Minju let go of you and skipped away.

"She's such a vixen", You tuned to Yuri who's doesn't seems to be mad."Yuri?", She turned to you, "I don't mind it, but she's too flirty, she might try to take your virginity oppa", This, is going to fast no? "I mean, Minju is a bit more, brazen? But I don't think-", She put her finger on your mouth to shut you down. "She will give you your virginity, and so do I, the question is who will take yours"

Alright, how do you tell them you're not a virgin anymore. "I'm back, let's go", Minju is wearing a baggy sweatpants and jacket. "Right, let's go", Maybe they don't need to know.

The three of you walk back to your house, you slipped Minju in while Yuri tell her mom she's sleeping at my place. "Hmmm, this place, smells just like you", Minju was looking around your bedroom with lusty eyes. "I miss sleeping at your bed again oppa, come on"

Yuri is definitely thinking about something other than sleeping. You lay on your bed with the two girls hugging you. Minju take off her sweatpants and jacket turning back to the previous very open and very thin outfit. Yuri actually changed as she went to her house earlier to a big oversized t-shirt that cover her mini pants.

"Oppa, this bed is so comfy, I can't believe you've been sleeping here with him this whole time"

"Hehehe, childhood friend advantage"

"Ssshhh, let me sleep"

"Yuri, you're thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeahhhh, oppa, we want some goodnight kiss"

Minju jumped on you and start making out with you. She pulled your hand in between her crotch and start grinding on it. "That's unfair", You hear Yuri whined.

As you are busy kissing Minju you felt Yuri pulled your hand inside her t-shirt. "Rub it baby", Minju moaned, you comply and starts rubbing her pussy through her pants making her moan.

Your other hand was led to Yuri's bare tits. "Squeeze it oppa", You comply again and made her moan. This continue for sometimes before you felt the wet pants Minju is wearing pushed itself onto your finger.

"I'm coming oppa", She pressed her forehead to your temple as she whispered in your ears. You saw her body quivered for a moment before slumping down. Yuri the jumped to your free mouth and start to get her own kiss. Your hand travel down to her pussy and starts doing the same thing you did with Minju. Your other hand travels up to start massaging Minju's breast.

Just like before Yuri started quivering and pressed her head to your neck. "I'm cumming oppa", She screamed, thankfully your house is empty.

"Oh my god, that was great"

"Yeah, we should repay the favour now"

The two of them look down to your erect cock."So big","So warm" The compliment only made you even hornier.

You felt one of them grabbed it through your clothes making you moan. "You're so hot when you moan oppa", Who said that? "Let's get this out of the way", Who said that too?

Feeling your pants being pulled down your cock got free from it's cage and the cold air washes over it. "Follow me cutie, I'll lead you", Okay that one is Minju.

You felt two sets of hand grabbed your cock, their warmth made your precum leaked."Slowly, go up and down" Minju take the lead as Yuri followed her, "Okay", Fuck the feelings of being jerked by two different hand is something else.

"Are you enjoying this oppa?"

"Yes"

"Yuri focus on your rythm"

The two girl continue their sensual and slow Handjob. Minju then come to whisper in your ears. "Can you cum for us oppa? I promise I'll drink it", Oh fuck, "Oppa, cum please, for me", Yuri followed her and made this whole experience a little too much for you.

"It's squirming"

"That means oppa gonna cum, come on oppa, cum all over our hand"

Can't keep up any ore your sperm shoot out, Minju closed off the tip just in time to make sure it doesn't spray anywhere. Looking down you see Yuri is also doing the same, making their hands covered with your sperm. "So warm"

Yuri whimpered. Minju smiled before licking her hand."Minju?" You hear Yuri's questioning tone, "So sweet, you taste amazing baby", Seeing the ecstasy on Minju's face, Yuri did the same, and start sucking on her own fingers. "Hmmm, it tastes good oppa"

The two of them went down to your cock and started licking it, getting any excess cum off of you. The sensation send your cock back to it's glorious form. "So vigorous, Yuri, follow my lead"

Minju climbed down to get to a more comfortable position, Yuri followed suit. "First, you kiss it", You felt Minju thick lips pressing up against yours. Then Yuri's soft pair of lips pressing up against the other.

"It smells so good"

"I know right? Now you start licking it"

The two started licking around your shaft giving some ungodly feeling.

"Now, watch me first", Yuri moves to the side before Minju started swallowing your cock whole.

"Whoa", Yeah Yuri, whoa, you did not expect Minju to be so good at this. The feeling of her throat massaging your cock while her tongue reached out to lock your shaft and balls is too good.

"Yaaaa, my turn", God damn Yuri looked so cute when she's pouting. Minju let go of her mouth before moving aside. "Now, first you need to try with the tip first Yuri"

Yuri was inexperienced, for like 30 second before she start giving you deep throat as well. "I'm so proud of you Yuri"

Minju get down and start sucking on your balls. Needless to say, as you're still sensitive from the ejaculations from before, you didn't last long.

Minju pulled Yuri up to only have your tip in her mouth while she use both hands to jerk you off. "Come on, cum oppa, cum all over cute Yuri's mouth"

Your hips bucked forward and start spraying your sperm to Yuri's inside. As your ejaculation subsided your cock fell limp to your crotch.

"Open your mouth Yuri, learn how to share", Yuri opened obediently and Minju's tongue slitehered to Yuri's mouth before they kiss. You see Minju's tongue scooping out your sperm into her own mouth occasionally. Then the two parted way, a loud gulping noise can be heard before they let our a satisfied moan.

"Thank you oppa"

"It was nice oppa"

The two gave you a kiss to the cheek before slumping down to your chest.

"Fucking hell, you two are, dangerous", The two giggles before they let out a sigh. Your breath and heartbeat seems to synchronize with them as your consciousness start to slip away.

It's been a long day.

#kpop gg #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #izone yuri #izone minju #jo yuri #kim minju #minju #izone smut #jo yuri smut #minju smut #male reader

[a-jynx]

buried promise (Astarion x reader)

bg3 has had me in a chokehold, specifically a certain vampiric rogue.. and i felt angsty, so i hope you enjoy !

maybe this will get me into writing after years lmao - this may be out of character, but i just needed this for my lil heart okay ;-;

angst warning tbh <3

You swore you'd find a cure. You swore to fight for him.

Yet, you forced him to promise to live if you died- he laughed when you said it, not truly believing such words from you... Why would he? You were cursed. Easily fixable... Right?

He sent for anyone - everyone - that could and would help you, but no luck came your way. The curse was progressing faster by day, he could see it. Draining the color from your skin, sucking up your warmth like a fire being snuffed out. Even, your eyes changed colors. Becoming something dull. Lifeless.

You saved the city. You helped even the most miserable low lives when you wouldn't benefit from it. And you... You helped him. Saved him. He swore to save you just like you did for him. Nights became longer as he sat rereading the books Gale had scavenged up for you. Rubbing sleep from his eyes while glancing at your sleeping figure curled up in one of your armchairs; snuggled into a cocoon of blankets to help you keep warm. You looked peaceful. No pain, just peace. Rolling his shoulders, he grabbed another book before practically stabbing his nose into the musky pages. He was going to save you.

"You promised to try, my love," he murmured into your hair, brushing it from your eyes as you curled further into your shared sheets. Cold nipped at your fingertips, biting at your blood supply as if it were your lover. "I tried, my star, but I just want to rest-"

"You've rested enough," he bit, crawling into bed behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His grip shaking. "It's time for you try and get up. Move. You're letting this curse take hold and.." His voice trailed, feeling his chest ache. A tight bubble strangled his voice, quieting it. "Please." His voice was barely a whisper. "Please, try." You glanced over your shoulder to see him. His ruby eyes brimmed with tears. Turning in his hold, you pressed yourself into his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. Your shared ring catching on the fabric as you felt your own tears well up. "Aeterna Amantes," your lips pressed a careful kiss to his exposed skin. Dotting your way up his throat as you felt tears drip past your lips. "Lovers Forever."

He remembered teaching you that. That was his promise to you the day you slipped a ring on each other's finger. Now it's become your promise to. Even if you lay on Death's doorstep, your last breath would be a promise of love to him. A promise for his peace.

"Aeterna Amantes," his voice shook before he buried his head into your hair, lips fangs catching his already chewed lip. Pressing quick kisses against your crown as you allowed your own tears to caress your cheek, he bit back a bitter laugh. "I'll find something." He whispered, hiccupping back a sob. "I'll save you." Wrapped in your sheets and each other, somehow you felt more... Alive than you have in these last days. "I know you will."

Time had not been kind.

He failed. And he kept failing, and failing, and failing - everything seemed to work against him in this rush against time. This curse had sucked your very life from your bones and left you bedridden, hells, you couldn't even make it to the other side of your bed.

"There's not more we could do?" He could beg..

"I'm sorry, my friend, but we've exhausted all of our options." He could slaughter. He could give away the ring that keeps him from bursting into ashes at dawn. He should've protected them. He could've- "The best you could do now is, just be with them. Fill these last moments with peace." He was tired of peace. He wanted life.

"Right. Well, I trust you can find the door," he turned away from his friend, the one person he thought could save his lover - his darling - Had failed him. "I need to keep searching."

"Astarion, these might be their final moments and they're withering away-"

"Do you believe I haven't realized that, Gale?! I'm watching them become a husk of their former self!" He couldn't fight back the laugh, yet tears dripped down his cheeks. "I am the one who watches as they wither away in our very bed. The bed that should've been warmed by them for years to come have it not been for the wench we met! I busy myself with every book and scroll that the lands and seas could offer me! I sit beside them waiting," his lips trembled. "I sit beside my lover waiting for their breathing to stop. For their heart to quit. To take them away from me,"

"I meant no harm,"

"And yet, you suggest I sit idly by and allow my love to perish." Astarion moved upstairs, listening to the front door slam shut behind his friend. He felt his legs give from beneath him, his knees slamming into the stairs. Kneeling there, he pressed himself against the wall, gripping his white curls with shaking fingers. Tugging at the ends, he jumped at the loud thump that came from the top of the stairs. Moving quickly, he nearly fell at the sight.

You sat up from your kneeling, holding your knee as he rushed over, grabbing the blanket that rested around your shoulders as you leaned into his chest. Sweat dripped down your brow while you wheezed, trying to catch your breath. "What happened," he searched over your body for any marks. His fingertips grazed over your old battle scars and even his old love bites, the ridges seemed to chase his touch. "Why're you out of bed, my love? You should've called for me-"

"I heard you and Gale," you murmured into his shirt. His grip seemed to tighten around your waist as you curled further into him. "I know our time is coming to an end." Your breath seemed to be so hushed that even his ears could pick it up. Or, more so he didn't want to hear it.

"Godsdamnit.. Gale is a fool." He snipped, carefully maneuvering your body to fit against his own as he lifted you. You shivered against him, wincing at the movement and bitterness in his voice. "We'll find you something," he paused, pushing open your bedroom door and quickly setting you back into your silk sheet prison. You felt your heart shatter at his state. His skin seemed more transparent, his eyes a duller yet still brilliant red, and dark circles curled around his eyes as they seemed to be sunken in.

"What if there is nothing for me, my love," you sighed, caressing his cheek as he tsked, grabbing your hand and pressing gentle kisses to your tattered knuckles. "What if you're... Wasting our time?"

"Any time I have that is searching for something to help you," he paused, pressing a kiss to your wrist. "Is." Anther kiss to your shoulder. "Never." Another pressed to your neck, you shivered. "Wasted." He pressed his lips firmly against your own. Both of your lips chapped and scratchy, but he moved further into your bubble, pressing his body against your own. His hands slithered up your body, tugging you into his lap while his lips ventured down your throat. His fangs ghosted your flesh, barely leaving a mark in their wake.

You lurched away, your chest squeezed, and your lungs felt as if they were burning from the inside out. You turned away, attempting to cover your cough as Astarion laid you back against your pillow. Blood trickled past your cracked lips as he stared at you with wide eyes, reddened lips agape. "I'm, I'm sorry," you quivered over each shake, covering your mouth as more blood smeared across your chin and palm. He moved closer, ripping a piece of his shirt and pressed it against your lips, wiping away whatever blood spilled.

"Hush, just let it out, darling," His voice trailed as your coughing fit continued. More blood came and more clothes were ripped from his very back. Time had run out..

He left you to sleep, wandering outside into the crisp night air, feeling his lungs burn as he inhaled as deeply as he could. His chest tightened as his mind flickered back to your blood smeared across your lips. The gags and cries as you tried to stop, tried to swallow water to make the copper taste leave, but you said it reminded you of him. The smell and taste. Balling his fists, he moved through the forest behind your home. No clear direction in mind, just movement. Clear air. Dampened colors of the world. He stumbled as he came to a cliff. With a hiss, he stood at the edge, feeling the heightened breeze push past him as if trying to make him stumble and fall.

Fall.

Oh, he fell. He fell for you.

You were a rare gem in his eyes. Someone who could roll with the punches of life and still come out with a smile. Perhaps someone's blood smeared across your cheek, but he would happily wipe it away before pressing his lips to yours. You were his reason for freedom. Hells, you found him something to help keep his freedom amongst the world after 200 centuries of torture and forgetting who he was. But you gave him someone new. You showed him there was a way to a good life... A precious life. But now his reason is being ripped away from him. And he can't fight or kill this beast.

Astarion watched the horizon, his gaze twitching down to the two rings that cladded his fingers. His other hand moved towards it, trembling as he traced the golden bands. One glittered with rubies, a slight glow to the band itself. The other could be seen as just an ordinary ring, yet it held the most value to him. It was his promise to you. The shared rings between you. His gaze settled on the trees to his left. Moving towards it, he smiled softly as his fingers grazed the bark. Your initials carved jaggedly into it with his last name attached. Memories flooded his mind as tears washed over him once more, yet he couldn't fight back the smile gracing him. Turning around he noticed a rather large pair of rocks near the cliff, swallowing thickly he moved closer and grabbing them, plucking his dagger from its sleeve and began to carve.

Hours had passed. He found himself back in front of his - your - home. More memories danced around his mind as he walked inside, his hand grazed every surface it could reach as he moved up the stairs. His chest felt tight, yet he pressed on.

Opening the bedroom door, his gaze softened as it fell to you. Your chest barely pushed up the blankets as sweat matted your hair to your forehead. Your lips were a chapped pink, torn from your nervous chewing - possibly his fangs work as well. Your eyes fluttered as he settled onto the bed next to you, caressing your cheek as you blinked awake. "Finally coming to bed?" You tried to smile as he mirrored it, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I thought we could go somewhere first.. Remember our cliff?" His voice hushed as you sighed, gently nodding. "How could I forget the most magical place of my life?" He smiled again, brushing hair from your eyes. "I would say this was the most magical," he grinned as you scoffed, quickly turning away as you coughed shaking gently.

"I'll help you, my love," he rose from your shared bed. Carefully moving his arm underneath your knees and caressing your back, your body cradled against him. The movements felt like that of a mother rocking her newborn child as he descended down your stairs, still holding you close as you sighed into his ripped and stained shirt. "You... You should wash this, my star," you murmured, feeling the scratch of your old blood stain as he tsked.

"I'll be alright, darling, you just rest..." His voice seemed softer than usual. Lucid even. You heard a door open and shut as the world around you chirped and sang with birds and insects songs. The breeze chilled your skin as you gently shook against Astarion's chest, goosebumps lining your flesh. "We're almost there, my sweet, just a bit longer, please." You nodded against his chest, sighing softly.

All movement stopped as your body met the dirt and grass, Astarion following as you leaned into the curve of his body. You smiled, moving your head to where you could see your vampiric lover. He seemed... At peace. Whole. You caressed his cheek with your trembling hand, your thumb dragging across his skin. His lips caught your thumb, pressing a soft kiss to it.

"Thank you for bringing me here." You whispered, afraid to disturb the gentleness surrounding you.

"Thank you for being with me." He whispered back, catching your lips in an almost blistering kiss. You inhaled, feeling your chest tighten and your eyes began to flutter, yet your lips still danced along with his own. Seemingly chasing his, begging for more time..

He felt his lips quiver as you slumped into his arms. Your mouth falling away from his own while your head rolled into the juncture of his shoulder and neck. Tears stained his cheeks as he held you close, shaking with gasping sobs.

You were gone. Just... Gone.

Licking his lips, he gently stood, taking your limp figure with him before moving towards the hole he had made before.. He knew your time was over when he saw the blood. The thing he once thrived to take from you, now all he could wish for was for it to return to you. Carefully placing your body into the earth, sinking to his knees as he pushed and shoved dirt over your body; more tears blurred his vision as he pushed forward, wanting to dive in after you. Once his hands were dusted in the dirt that now held your body, he glanced to the stone he had carved earlier, Y/N Ancunín. Reaching over, he plucked one of the few wildflowers and laid it on top, releasing a shaking breath.

Astarion blinked once, twice before swallowing thickly. Early sunlight peaked over the horizon now, awakening the world around him and yet... All he wanted was to rest. To sleep. Carefully standing, he moved around your grave, and pressed a kiss to your gravestone. Standing to his full height, he turned towards the cliff and watched as the sun rose over head. Feeling the warmth that caressed his cold skin, he huffed out a sigh as he walked backwards, settling into the spot next to your grave. Licking his lips, he glanced towards your sight once again as he smiled softly, closing his eyes and seeing your smiling face greeting him.

"Aeterna Amantes, my darling.. Lovers Forever. I will find you again," he paused, swallowing around his tongue as he reached towards his left hand, gently tugging off your wedding band and pushing it into the earth underneath him.

"After this life, and the next... I love you, my sweet love."

His voice fell into a sigh as he tugged off the last ring. The sunlight bit and bullied through his flesh, burning and peeling at it as he began to sparkle and crumble. His final thought of hugging you tight while pressing a firm yet loving kiss to your lips. Tugging you into his chest, while you laugh and smile into the kiss.

The sunlight ring glittering in front of your shared burial site. Your headstones he carved with a gentle caress, love, and kindness. You were lovers. Soulmates even. Beings that were crafted to fit one another and Astarion knew that... If he lost you, he would lose himself all over again. Besides... He promised you.

#bg3 x reader #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion #reader insert #bg3 astarion #baulders gate astarion #baulders gate 3 x reader #baulders gate 3 #astarion angst #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion romance

[swiftispunk]

hello phenomenal writer (it is your name now because i said so, deal with it)

i finally have a few minutes to send you the request i mentioned yesterday so here we go!! the main idea is basically domesticity/intimacy and i had javier peña in mind but to be honest, it can work with joel as well. either way, it would be about soft mornings, waking up together. maybe reader helps javier/joel to shave, they get dressed together and have breakfast. it’s normal and it’s soft and there are a lot of giggles and kisses and love and everything that there isn’t in either shows because i’m a hopeless, hopeless romantic

also you being a swiftie makes me love you even more, i just had to say it

okay byeeee

this is our place | javier peña/joel miller stories

REQUESTED~

for sweet @lily-inbloom <3

pairing: javier peña x reader + joel miller x reader summary: four short slice of life stories aka domestic bliss with javi p (two stories) and joel miller (two stories) rating: T word count: 1.3k total warnings etc: mentions of smoking, food, pet names, mostly fluff A/N: i couldn't pick just one of anything for this so i hope you like these little slice of life thoughts of mine bestie

javier peña x reader

stay a little longer

Monday.

The alarm clock cuts through your blissful dreaming, but it's not till you feel Javi rising up beside you that you actually begin to wake up properly.

"Wait," you plead, fingers trailing over his bare back before he can roll out of bed.

It's too easy - he falls back into bed beside you with a low groan, curling up into you and kissing your cheek, reaching an arm over you to snooze the alarm and hold you close against him.

You stay like that till the alarm is going off again, ten minutes gone in the blink of an eye.

"I gotta go, hermosa."

You sigh - a miserable, moaning sound.

"I'll get up, too," you suggest against your better judgement.

"Vamos, then," he presses, dragging you out of bed with him finally, both of your giggling when you stumble out of the sheets. It's quiet then as you get dressed, Javi sneaking glances at you - which of course, you catch.

"What?" you ask coyly, smirking as you slip a t-shirt on. "You looking?"

Javi shoots you a crinkly-eyed smile in return as he finishes up doing the buttons on his shirt. "Obviously, hermosa."

It's really saying something that this man can still get your heart racing.

"You got time for breakfast?" you ask, rubbing at your eyes as the two of you shuffle out of the bedroom and into the living room, Javi grabbing at your waist behind you. He catches you in the hallway and you feel his lips find that spot behind your ear - the one that always makes you shiver.

"No," he admits, his lips trailing down to your neck, planting another warm kiss to the skin there. "But I'll make time."

You crane your neck so you're face to face, his lips finally finding yours. It's soft, delicate as his hand reaches across your front to cup your face and hold you there against him.

You don't get the chance to lose yourself in it though, Javi breaking the kiss too quickly and guiding you into the kitchen with his hands still on your waist, both of you chuckling at how clumsy the constant contact makes the short journey.

You know he's pressed for time, work beckoning him away like it always does, but still he doesn't rush it, waiting with you while the coffee brews and agreeing to at least eat a bowl of cereal (breakfast for Javi is usually black coffee and a cigarette - but of course that won't fly when you're up to keep tabs on him).

"Okay," he says after too long (or not long enough), slapping his hands against the countertop. "I really gotta go now."

He quickly downs the rest of his coffee - going cold now, he's been hanging around so long.

"Well I'm really gonna miss you," you hum as his gentle lips find your cheek again, one last time. "Be safe."

"You too, mi amor."

precision

"Careful - "

"I'm being careful, stop moving."

You've got the razor to his throat, gliding it gently over his jaw, short greying hairs falling from his face and down into the sink. He can do it himself, but it's an important day - you're attending the wedding of an old friend, one of yours. Javi's only ever met your family, which had gone surprisingly well (he's got a way with your folks), but your friends are a whole different story.

"There," you say as the last patch of his beard is erased by the blades. You run your fingers over the smooth skin, checking for any imperfections.

"Want me touch up the moustache?" you offer.

Javi turns to look in the mirror, somewhat indignantly. "What's wrong with the moustache?"

"Nothing," you assure him, but you're turning him back around by the shoulders to face you, tilting his face up to the light to get a better view. "The ends are just a little long. You still look handsome."

You kiss his lips just to prove your point, a quick peck that does nothing to relax the furrow of his brows.

"Let's just leave it, querida," he suggests, gently swatting your hands off his face and ducking out into the bedroom.

"I haven't even picked a tie yet," he mutters as he walks away.

You sigh, faint smile pulling at your lips. He's cute when he's nervous, easily agitated and a little short. You don't take it personally; it's a big day for him. You get it.

"Show me the options," you say, leaning against the door of the en suite, oozing calm.

Javi holds up three - one burgundy, one light tan with dark brown stripes, and one blue.

"Do the burgundy," you instruct him. "It'll bring out your eyes."

He displays it alongside his face for good measure, eyebrows shooting up his forehead dubiously. "You sure?"

You smirk, thoroughly endeared. "I'm sure, baby."

joel miller x reader

grow your hair long

"You need help, baby?"

Joel catches your eye in the bathroom mirror, looking rather desolate with the kitchen scissors in his big hand, trying unsuccessfully to trim down the lengthy curls around his ears.

He drops his arms in defeat then.

"Yes," he admits.

"C'mere," you hum soothingly, taking the scissors from him and assessing his unruly hair with your fingers.

"S'just the back and - around my ears, y'know?" he says.

He looks at your reflection with helpless, distressed eyes, pulling at the long pieces of salt-and-pepper curls sticking out around his neck.

"Alright, sit down, I've got you," you tell him, holding him by the shoulders and gently easing him down on to the covered toilet seat, so his face is in line with your stomach as you begin to carefully snip at the overlong hairs, clutching little greying bundles in your fingers and cutting them down the way you know Joel likes it.

You're not good at it, Joel knows that. But you're the only person he trusts to do this for him. Plus, he doesn't care how it looks. He's just glad to have the mess tamed and your tender touch looking after him.

As you finish up, his arms wrap around your waist, his face pressing into your tummy, his embrace laced with gratitude.

"Thanks, sweetheart. Feels much better now."

"You wanna check it in the mirror?"

"S'alright, I know you got it."

reach where i can't touch

Joel is always little spoon.

He spends his waking hours as protector, father, elder brother. He spends his nights wrapped in your arms, a comforting backpack behind his broad frame - for once, the protected.

Of course, it comes with other benefits.

Like on Sundays such as this, one of the only times the two of you get alone time together. There had definitely been a plan to use it for something productive - a good walk perhaps or a thorough cleaning of Number 38 - but that had quickly fallen through, the two of you instead curled up in bed together, you snuggled behind Joel, just like always.

It's not quite a nap, but it's not sexual either - it's just proximity. Comfort.

"Sweetheart?" he asks quietly, sounding a little timid - wanting something, you quickly deduce.

"What's up, hon?"

"Could you - would you mind scratching, just - right in the middle of my back?"

"Of course," you say, unraveling yourself from him to run your nails over the space between his shoulder blades.

"There?" you ask as you claw your nails over his clothed skin.

"Down a bit?" he requests and you oblige, itching your way downward till he's keening under you, a low groan as you hit the spot, a smile spreading across your face when you know you've got it.

"There?"

"You got it, darlin'. Thanks. Love you."

It’s rare for him to say out loud, tends only to slip out when he’s a little tired - and any time he’s being properly cared for. You'd figured that out a long time ago.

"Love you too," you reply, planting a sleepy kiss to the place your nails just were.

#joel mille x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #javier peña drabble #joel miller drabble #javier peña x reader #javier pena x you #joel miller x you #javier pena fluff #request #i want to scratch joel's back lol #hope this was worth the wait love <3

[riniworld]

happy ever after

yandere!emperor oc x general! f!reader

summary//what happened after tarron captured you?

warning//obsession,yandere behavior,forced marriage,mention of killing/war.

reference:you,she/her,flower(pet name),general

a/n:trying to end these so I'll start writing randomly for them ಥ‿ಥ

you lost count of the days by now.

you've been in this prison for a good long time.

the smell of your blood from the last battle you were in filled the place, All your limbs are numb, You reserve the last strength you have for any emergency that might happen.

taron has been visiting you everyday,telling you that you'll get out once you accept to be his.

taron didn't want to see you like that,it's not easy on him he swear it's not, but you're too stubborn and he need to make you learn how to obey him.

you don't know if he's even serious,why bother marrying an enemy general who will ruin his image instead of marrying any other girl from a ruling family?

but you've already decide that you won't gave up to him, If your life is in exchange for no one from your household calling you a "traitor", so be it.

you were convinced until...

"you won't dare" you say gritting your teeth as you hold taron from his collar as strong as you can.

"believe me darling i can" he placed his hand on yours. "it's your choice, saving your empire or becoming my wife?"

You swear, if the prison bars weren't separating you, you would have smeared blood on his face.

"stop looking at me with those eyes flower,you're unresistable"

you cringed at how he looked at you and pushed him back but he didn't move an inch,you was in a miserable state.

"how can i trust that you will keep your word?"

"if i don't,kill me"

you don't know if you should be surprised, you've got used to his crazy thoughts by now.

all the people you love where on the line now,does it worth to lose them all just for your name?

"fine."

"that's my flower" he said as quickly, like he was expecting you to agree.

taron has left and after some minutes, a guard opened the door of the prison for you to get out.

once you're out you see three maids waiting for you, they give you clothes and took you to the bathroom to take a bath.

once you're done they patched your injuries and lead you to a room.

it wasn't that luxury or big, it was a medium sized room with a normal furniture...well too normal for an emperor at least.

the maid left you alone to take some rest.

you lay on the bed looking at the roof, reviewing all your life and decisions,how you got here,Why do things got like this? and most importantly will you ever escape?

"My wife." Taron said, as he smiled with joy.

"I am now a happily married man, and I do not plan on letting anyone take you from me." He said, looking at you.

"no one will never have you. Not in a thousand lifetimes could anyone ever touch the beauty of your heart."

"You are my wife."

"My beloved wife."

"We were meant to be." Taron said, as he placed the wedding ring on your finger.

"I don't want anything more, than for you to be my one and only wife."

"You will love me, y/n. I know you will."

He paused...with a smile.

"Even if you look at me with such hatred now" Taron said, with a slight laugh

His marriage had finally been accomplished.

"May our empire and love of each other live forever. May we be able to overcome any obstacle that stands in our way."

I'm always satisfied with how i write taron

have a good day/night♡

masterlist

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yanderexreader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere emperor x reader

[blazerwyvernmaster]

So uhh

I like In Stars and Time. You should play it if you haven't already. It's extremely good. And I will be subtly spoiling a lot of it during this analysis.

Recently I have thought of thr trend if assigning tarot cards to characters in media, or my on characters. So I thought...what if I did that to ISAT?

...so yeah. I'll be doing that. Please tell me if I mess it up, or give me your opinions.

Again, spoilers under the cut.

Siffrin(Fool of Hanged Man)

Fool: The Fool is generally seen as the start of a journey. Even though he is at the end, the time loops and the fact that they have a lot of things to worry about/trauma means that they have a long journey ahead of them.

Hanged Man: A reversed Hanged Man, to be precise. Siffrin is INTENSLY afraid of change. To be more specific, he's stuck in this time lopp because he doesn't want to forget or leave his friends behind. His family behind, his country, his memory. The hanged man is about sacrifice and moving forward, and they do NOT want to do either. But they must.

I would also like to add that they may also be linked to The Devil card. Mostly because it's about desire and stuff and Siffrin desires amny things and can do a lot of selfish and cruel things to his family members.

Mirabelle:Lovers or Chariot.

Lovers:Mirabelle is aroace and perfectly fine with that. It’s a shame that she lives in a society where being perfectly fine with staying stagnant forever is discouraged.

Mirabelle is very religious. She believes strongly in the word of Change. So strongly that she is willing to ignore her feelings of being happy with who she is. She loves expressing platonic and familial love, but...romance and sex ain't it.

I chose the Lovers because it is about choice. Crossroads in one's life, that decide your fate. She was about to make the wrong one, the one that would make her miserable. Luckily, she didn't.

Chariot: Mirabelle may not be the Fool, but the thing that helps the fool move forward is a trusty chariot. From the beginning she's been trying to move forward and save Vaugarde from the King, and especially in the clocktower and higher levels of the house, she is determined to bring her home to its regular state.

If she doesn't, she will let everyone she cares about down. Also, again, she loves in a society where she feels she has to change, even if it means being in a romantic/sexual relationship and hating it. It's all for change, it's all for moving forward.

Isabeau: Strength.

Before the story, Isabeau may have been a reversed strength Arcana. Or at least that's how would see it. He was weak, and had low self-esteem and self-worth. And he hated it. He hated it so much that he became...well,*he*.

While he doesn't necessarily appreciate being treated as an idiot now, he seems happy to be a stronger, more confident, and upright version of himself, both inside and our. Though...judging by the fact that Siffrin's comments got to him during their uhh..darker moments, there may still be some doubts left in him.

(Sidenote I think Isabeau may be my favorite character besides Sif and Loop)

Boniface: Sun and Magician

Sun: Bonnie is a ray of positive energy wrapped in a small little crab with a potty mouth and I love them for it. And so does the rest of the party. They support the others with their cooking and miniscule damage. And it's good.

The rest of the saviors would do anything to keep that ray of positivity alive. Even if it meant they would die in the process.

Its no wonder that when they die to the king in the end of Act 3...Siffrin considers that the end.

Magician:This is mostly coming from their hangout quest. Bonnie can heal and cook, but they can also fight...barely. The fact that they are technically the only other party member who can use rock attacks at base(without using a spell like Odile or Sif) shows that they have some potential. And they want to use and grow that potential to go on kore adventures and help their friends.

Odile: Hermit

Odile, while serving as the party's mature voice of reason, and probably fitting for roles like The Empress or Hierophant, I personally see her as a Hermit because of how isolated her story is.

The only one who ever knows what she's doing with her research is Siffrin, and only if/when you do her quest. Every other time, she seems to be isolated and actively hiding it. Its not that she doesn't rely on her friends,but...she's simply doing this alone.

It's a very personal journey for her about being more connected to your heritage and reflecting on yourself.

To be honest, Hermit works REALLY well for Siffrin, too.

#in stars and time #isat #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #isat bonnie #isat boniface #isat odile #isat isabeau #isat spoilers

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Masterlist

Yes! I love this idea! Sorry I couldn't answer the ask directly. After I saved it to my drafts, it wouldn't let me edit it again. @rosekins621

Content: mentioned past trauma, mentioned past captivity, regression, self-deprecation, self-hatred, former pet whumpee

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Elliot stared blankly out the window as the world rushed by in a blur. The storage truck behind the van lurched over a pothole and Elliot cringed at the sound. He wondered if any of the team's belongings would be broken by the time they arrived. Fortunately, Elliot didn't own much, so it didn't really matter to him

"Are you excited, El?" Broderick asked from the driver's seat.

Elliot shrugged. Truthfully, he wasn't. He didn't like moving. He'd moved too many times as a kid and the process only served to make him anxious. Moving from foster home to foster home, then back to the children's home. That's what this felt like.

Lyra gently rubbed his shoulder. "It's not your fault we're moving, if that's what you're thinking."

It wasn't, but now that was all he could think about. "Aren't-Aren't we moving because of M-Master?" He asked timidly.

Yvonne shook her head. "No, of course not." Karine cleared her throat and nudged Yvonne, who chuckled awkwardly and said, "I mean...that's part of it, yeah." Elliot sighed and turned back to face the window. "It's just that Christian knows where the old safe house is. Our best chance at evading him is moving far away. Don't worry, though. The new safehouse is gonna be almost exactly like our old one."

Elliot glanced over at her again. "Almost?"

Yvonne pressed her lips into a tight line and flushed. Karine pinched the bridge of her nose. They were clearly hiding something, but Elliot didn't care enough to push the subject.

Lyra, of course, knew the real reason behind his reaction to moving. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, sunshine. The only thing that's changing is our house. We're all still here and we always will be." Elliot nodded, but it was the only reaction he could muster.

The truck came to a sudden stop and Elliot felt his heart sink. This was exactly how it felt whenever he was forced to meet a new family that would inevitably give him up in a few weeks.

Lyra held his hand as the team spilled out of the van and continued to do so as they entered the house. Elliot refused to look at the house as they entered, but he could hear the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the empty walls.

"Elliot? Do you want to pick out your room first?" Karine asked.

Elliot briefly looked up at the hallway of open doors before them. He shook his head.

Landon shrugged. "Guess I'll choose first then."

Karine elbowed him in the ribs and whispered, "You know where you're going, moron."

Landon groaned. "Can't we re-vote? Why do I have to be in the basement?"

Elliot gasped upon hearing that final word and tears instantly sprung to his eyes. "B-Basement?"

Karine smacked Landon upside the head, which made Elliot flinch.

Lyra knelt in front of him and gently held his hands. "Sunshine, it's okay. It's nothing like Christian's basement. It's like a little hang out spot with a bedroom attached. It's fully furnished with a TV and a mini bar."

"But since three of us don't really drink, we'll probably use it as an extra kitchen," Yvonne added

"Speak for yourself," Landon said. "If I'm living in the basement, I'm doing whatever I want with that area."

Karine flicked him. "You need to stop talking," she scolded.

Elliot started crying. "I-I don't w-wanna go b-back in the basement. P-Please, don't l-lock me up. I can be g-good."

"Oh, sunshine. You are good. You're the best, in fact. We're not locking you up, I promise," Lyra assured him. "Why dont we show you so you can see for yourself?"

Elliot's eyes went round.

It's a trick. They're gonna take you down to the basement and put you in chains and leave you there for the rest of your miserable life. You'll never see the sun again after today

Lyra held his hand and gently led him to a door along the opposite wall from the bedrooms. "Look, it's right here. I'm just gonna open the door and show you, okay? I just want you to look. You don't even have to go down." Elliot's breath hitched as they started to turn the doorknob.

They're gonna push you down the stairs and lock the door behind you

Lyra opened the door to reveal a carpeted staircase leading down into darkness.

Look at it, mutt. Look at the darkness. That's where you're going. Down into the endless dark and cold, and you're never coming back up

Elliot started sobbing and instantly dropped to the ground, groveling at Lyra's feet. "No, please! Please, Master, I'll do anything! Please, don't l-leave me in the d-dark. I p-promise I can be a g-good pet. I-I'll sleep on-on the floor or-or even outside if-if I have to. P-Please, a-anything but th-that." Tears began to pool on the floor and his pathetic sobs echoed in the empty house.

"Elliot," Lyra gently said. Elliot Pet flinched and wrapped its arms protectively around its head. "Sunshine, it's okay, really. No one is going to hurt you and you never have to set foot down there if you don't want to, I promise. You're safe."

Pet was quivering uncontrollably. "I'm s-sorry, Master."

Lyra's heart shattered. Karine leaned over to Landon and whispered, "Go get Elliot's things from the truck and start setting up his room."

"What?" Landon whisper-shouted. "Why me?"

"Because this is your fault. I told you not to mention the basement and now he's in his pet headspace again," Karine pointed out. "He doesn't have much. It's just his mattress, his comforter, his bedside table, and his lamp. He needs something comforting and familiar, so go do it or I'll lock the door to the basement and you'll end up sleeping on the couch from now on."

Landon ground his jaw until he looked at the pitiful state that Elliot was in; the way his shoulders shook, the humiliating position he'd willingly put himself in, the tears pooling beneath his head. Landon sighed. "Fine."

As Landon left, Karine quickly ushered Broderick and Yvonne out as well until it was just Lyra and Elliot in the hallway.

"Sunshine? Can you look at me please?" Lyra asked. Pet did as it was told. It lifted its tear-streaked face from the floor and locked eyes with Lyra. Lyra smiled at it. "There's my boy," they said. "Can you tell me your name?"

Pet answered without thinking. "S-Slaves don't h-have names."

Lyra slowly shook their head. "Even if that were true, you're not a slave. Not anymore. I know you know it. What's your name?"

Pet had to think for several long seconds before it figured out the answer Lyra was looking for. Everyone on the team had their own nicknames for him, but there was one thing that they all called him. "E-E-Elliot."

Lyra's smile grew. "Good job," they softly praised. "Now, where are we?"

Pet Elliot glanced around the empty space they were in. "Our-Our new s-safehouse?"

"Exactly, and who am I?"

"L-Lyra."

She nodded. "And have I, Lyra, ever hurt you?" Elliot shook his head. "Would I ever hurt you?" He shook his head again. "So, what do you have to be afraid of?"

Elliot glanced to his right at the—now-closed—basement door, then back to her. "N-Nothing."

Lyra's smile grew again. "Exactly. I won't ever let anything happen to you, Elliot. As long as I'm here, you have nothing to be afraid of." Elliot nodded in understanding. "Can you tell me your name one more time?"

"E-Elliot."

"Very good. And do you feel more like Elliot or more like Pet right now?"

"I-I feel like E-Elliot."

Lyra gently kissed his forehead, a proud smile on her face. "I'm so proud of you, Elliot. How are you feeling now?"

Elliot thought about it, still glancing at the basement door. "I-I feel o-okay. Do-Do you p-promise I-I won't have to go down there?"

"I promise," Lyra said. "Don't think of it as a basement, okay? Just think of it as Landon's room with a downward staircase. Can you do that?" Elliot nodded. "Great. Are you ready to help unload the truck?"

Elliot's gaze wavered. "Can-Can you h-hold me for-for a little while f-first?"

Lyra smiled and opened her arms. "Always." Elliot crawled into her embrace and relaxed. She rocked him back and forth, carding her fingers through his hair.

Elliot couldn't help the smile that began to crawl across his face as he let Lyra hold him. He was still frightened of the basement, but he truly believed that Lyra would never let anything bad happen to him. If she promised him that he wouldn't have to go to the basement, then he believed her.

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I hope you enjoyed this! This was a lot of fun to write. Unfortunately, this is going to be a non-canon drabble, as the team is not moving (for a very specific reason that I will be happy to explain at some point) but I do consider the end scene of Lyra comforting Elliot to be canon because I like to believe that Elliot slips into his "Pet" headspace every once in a while and Lyra is always there to help him out of it.

If anyone else has any drabble requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please feel free to send them to me!

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"boring adult things" I'm excited for in my (queerplatonic) relationship

my recently new relationship has got me thinking that adult life isn't so terrible. someday I get to do these things, yknow?

figure out how to cat-proof our apartment together (both regularly and for christmas decorations, the tree)

decorate our apartment. the living room omg

decide who gets which bedroom and view blahblah

organizing our bathroom, ie shower products + the counter

hugging each other while one does the dishes because "ohmygod thank you I hate doing the dishes" "I love you too"

being who your partner brings to work events (like holiday parties or social events they're supposed to bring a guest with)

setting a budget together, using our strengths and weaknesses financially

grocery shopping

first moving in together after college and having to work out our career paths together

teasing each other over our "silly" food preferences (ex: the consistency of mashed potatoes, which cheese is best, fork or spoon for ___, etc) but strictly sticking to them anyways when the other cooks

picking a standard-ish time we want our dinner to be every night

watching jeopardy together

one of us taking off our jacket and shoes and immediately collapsing onto the couch with the other, taking time to hear about each other's days and feel at home

we don't intend to live in our home state, so navigating that independently while together at the same time

memorizing each other's orders (even more so) and surprising the other with coffee or treats occasionally

making the other's bed (we already sort of do this, also separate beds)

cuddling on the couch, one falls asleep and the other can't move without waking them so they set an alarm 'cause they know the sleepy one has work in the morning

if we do marriage for tax benefits kind of thing, doing taxes together

planning our holiday visits together -- who are we going to see when, buying plane tickets or choosing a route

using our vacation days every now and then to just do something small together

not seeing each other a lot for a few days because of bad work schedules and then choosing to spend time near each other no matter what other things have to get done -- you're cleaning the bathroom? sweet I'll help you, I miss you (the key to this is that the work schedules mean you just have more alone time, not that you don't have *any* time)

sharing calendars n stuff

working out family things together. giving distance when needed but discussing issues like parents aging, sibling emergencies, attending funerals

making sure we've taken new medications we're not used to remembering yet

supporting each other's new habits, like stretching every night or wearing a retainer (*nervous laughter*) or drinking a certain amount of water or eating less red meat

in my case, planning out when I eat nuts because of my partner's tree nut allergies

miserably cleaning out terribly silly things to clean like the oven but Together and with Music so it's tolerable

grabbing the mail for the other person

going to go vote together (have already done this but <3)

taking out the trash together

going to our high school reunion and afterwards we're just like "wow. huh. kay bye losers. shall we go get custard?"

the point is, I can't wait to keep spending the rest of my life with this person

#qpr #platonic #queerplatonic #relationship things #adulthood #I love you #and I'm so glad you're going to be my partner every day #grayromantic #arospec #ace

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Breaking the Rules- Chapter 1

Guess which nasty little man is back with more games.. ✨🖤✨

I thought I was ready to let go of Al Shaw/The Grabber. I concede defeat, and have planned a whole new fic/sequel!! You don't HAVE to have read 'Rules of the Game', but it's here.

I'll be posting here and over on AO3, where more detailed tags will be, but this is 18+, MINORS DNI!

Might make a chapter index once it's a little longer, but enjoy the start for now! ✨✌

Chapter 1- Free Time

A thin, tapering shaft of sunrise crept through the window, blinding you awake. You turned groggily away from the light, rolling over on the mattress but freezing when your eyes fell on the man beside you in bed. Such a rare sight, finding Al asleep; he was usually the one coaxing you into the land of the living with his warm breath on your neck and his soft touches trailing down your thighs. 

An early summer heatwave had begun to suffuse itself through Denver’s streets, imbuing the air with the fragrant smells of hyssops and goldenrods, but bringing with it a cloying, suffocating atmosphere. You secretly welcomed the heat; it meant that Al slept shirtless, the silky sheets turned down for a more comfortable nights’ rest with you, with his little dove. You continued to watch silently, entranced at his broad, sinewy chest and his stomach, rising and falling in rhythm with his soft, slumbering breaths. There was no guilt about covertly watching him- you knew all too well that Al enjoyed watching you sleep too.

For months after you’d first arrived, you had barely seen such a sight. Initially, he had simply left you alone to cry yourself to sleep, leaving after he’d taken things from you, willingly or otherwise. Back then, you were grateful that the monster abandoned the basement once he’d been satisfied, lingering only momentarily afterwards to leer at your bruised body or to make a threatening or obscene remark before swiftly departing. 

After a while, when the pair of you had grown closer, more trustful, he had begun to stay until you fell asleep in his arms, though you’d wake in the small hours, suddenly alone again in the damp basement. There would be no comforting arm around you to keep away the chill of that prison you’d been caged in. It seemed a betrayal of sorts. Like Al had snuck away in the night. It had felt cheap, and left you confused, your body muddled with a paradoxical feeling of both heaviness and hollowness. 

Things were different now. Now, you woke every morning in Al’s bedroom, in Al’s bed. Even at Al’s insistence that you call those things shared (our bedroom, our bed), it still felt strange to define them in such terms. You wondered if that feeling of being a foreigner in his house, and his bed, would ever fully subside. Perhaps it stemmed from a fear that Al would snap one day, the darkness he was more than capable of would resurrect itself, and you’d be thrown back down into the depths of the basement. That the devil would watch with a grin on his face as you tumbled back into that hell. 

You retreated from this invading thought- even now, you could let your mind wander to such miserable places if you weren’t careful. Al helped bring you back; the low, growling vibrations of his breath, the steady movement of his torso hypnotizing you, anchoring you back to reality. You smiled, ruminating on the unlikely situation in which you’d found yourself. A captive willingly in her captor’s bed. You’d drive yourself crazy trying to rationalize it, if madness hadn’t taken you already. Whether you were brave or cowardly, strong or resilient, all that mattered was how you felt. A heady mixture of bliss and contentment and, yes, even the sheer thrill of danger that charged through your body like electricity when you and Al resumed a certain little game…

You felt so fortunate that things had ended up here. Not that you pictured that things with Al were concluding- far from it in fact. Your life alongside Al had barely even begun to blossom. But before, there had been immeasurable difficulties, interminable conflicts, where a resolution seemed impossible and only dark outcomes were envisioned. But you couldn’t justify calling it a new beginning either. To forget what you’d been through would be a disservice to the things you’d overcome. A false memory. Besides, you could never truly forget the past that both of you shared. You had determined instead to push those thoughts aside in order to achieve your endgame. This felt like your happy ending, right here in this bed beside Al. 

This happy ending had come at a cost, but you believed it was worth the price you had paid. A few days, stretching from the start of the weekend to its end, cemented itself as fundamental to everything you now had with Al. Those days, comprised of both unbridled joy and unmitigated anguish, were crucial. You’d hold each second close to your chest, regardless of whether those seconds had served to scar or heal your heart. 

— — — 

It had been a strange weekend, even by yours and Al’s standards. One of extreme highs and lows. It had started like a dream that Friday night, your birthday filled with innumerable pleasures lavished on you by Al. The idyllic night was the antithesis to the morning after. Al had found that damned knife hidden in the basement, and you had brawled fiercely, the pair of you scrapping like wild animals. You thought that Al had regressed into his dark former self, that the Grabber was enraged enough to kill you. Then, you thought the blade was going to tear through Al’s own heart when he turned the knife on himself, urging you to end things. Miraculously, neither of you were killed, just bruised, bloody and more sorrowful than either of you had ever felt in your lives. Even more miraculously, the consequence of your fight was exoneration. Apologies. Reassurances. Comfort. Absolution. From Al to you, and vice versa. Al didn’t want your apology, had said he deserved nothing from you, but you gave it freely regardless. You’d both done things to hurt the other, you figured. Both of you said that fateful phrase, those three little words. For you, they had been words that had been left unsaid too long, kept inside your chest like a caged bird. Those secrets had spilled, the bird set free as “I love you” finally escaped from your lips. You held each other for a long time in that basement. 

You weren’t sure who finally pulled free from the embrace, but you and Al regarded each other, both covered in blood and tears that had finally dried. You didn’t think there were any more words to pass between you, but Al was always full of surprises. Always a flourish to his trick, another thing he’d magic out of his hat. This time, it was another promise to add to his catalog of commitments: he was never going to make you stay in that cold basement cell again. You believed him wholeheartedly, but were too overwhelmed right then to tangle with the logistics of the idea. Nodding was all you managed before you were being helped off the spongy dampness of the mattress. Al scooped up the small pile of clothes and books from the floor in one arm (clearly, he didn’t want to return here later either), before guiding you to the basement door.

You almost dared not turn back, but a voice inside you urged your body to pivot, taking in the basement one last time. A closure of sorts, you supposed. The dank stone walls and barred window that had been inescapable. The mattress, stained with pains and pleasures of both your bodies. The black phone that never rang; no salvatory dial tone to be heard. Connected to no one and nowhere. Countless agonies suffered here, but moments of bliss too, you remembered. But you had to call a spade a spade. It was a prison, a dark cell for The Grabber’s victims. A term that no longer applied to you. With an acknowledging nod, you climbed the first step outside of the room, and your gaze fell into those deep blue eyes of Al’s. A much better place to be trapped. It would be a mercy to drown in them if it meant you were out of the basement’s depths from now on. 

Thud, click. The sound of the basement door locking shut was one of finality. You’d heard that habitual sound countless times, though never from this side of the metal door. A sealed tomb, with only ghosts inside now. A hand secured itself to yours, gripping tightly. You ascended together. 

It was a quiet few days after that, an atmosphere of trepidation falling over the house. As if any raised voice or sudden movement might disrupt your renewed reconciliation. You tended Al’s wound as best you could, wrapping the chaos of scars on his chest tightly. Al kissed each of your own cuts and bruises individually, a sorrowful apology accompanying each one until he was hoarse. You bathed together, ate together, made gentle love together. There was no Naughty Girl that weekend. Only soft, tender comforts. The scars of your fight were still raw, literally so, but you had the silent thrill that you could initiate the game when you wanted. Or more accurately, knowing you’d ask for those punishments when you needed them. Because it was a need, a compulsion: just like it was for Al. For him to inflict, and for you to receive. No shame in that admittance, and denying you both opportunity to play would be cruel. You had the rest of your lives to play; you could afford a few days of healing. 

The weekend passed all too quickly, no matter how much you and Al both tried to hold it in your grasp. You clutched furiously at each hour, minute, second of the weekend. Not wanting to sleep, not wanting to breathe if it meant the passing of time. Nothing was said, but your shared glances grew more frantic as Monday morning grew near, voiceless displays of worry. You made countless efforts to keep things light; encouraging smiles and squeezes, promises that things were going to be ok. But you could see the disquiet in Al’s cerulean eyes. After all, he had more to lose, so he thought. If he was true to his word and gave you free roam of the house once he was at work, why wouldn’t he think you would run? Even if you had said you loved him, said that in time things would be forgiven, he wouldn’t forgive himself for his transgressions. 

You knew the first morning would be the most difficult. But you also knew: if you got through today, you could prove to Al that you weren’t intent on leaving him. Set his tormented mind at ease. All the subsequent days would easily fall into place. After the first day, the fog of uncertainty would finally lift. Once this final test of loyalty had been proven that would be it. You’d broached every subject, told every secret, gave every ounce of yourself over. And Al had given you the same courtesies, hadn’t he?

A tight embrace woke you, Al’s arms encircling your waist, his head nuzzling into your neck. His hold was both possessive and fearful, like a child clinging onto a favorite toy that they were scared some other kid might snatch away. You returned the embrace and stilled for a while, savoring his warmth, his smell, the feel of his body against yours. But reality called, and Al had work. It felt like if you didn’t make a move, Al would have stayed under the covers all day, so reluctantly you pulled yourself away from him and padded to the bathroom. 

You just hoped he didn’t take it the wrong way, perhaps thinking you were eagerly anticipating his departure. 

You gave an incredulous exhale when you heard the shower door creak open behind you, felt wandering fingers come curling around your waist as Al joined you under the warm spray. 

“The idea is to not be late for work, Al.” You chided, though you weren’t sure how stern you sounded as you mewled at his touch and the soft kisses being placed delicately on your bare shoulder. 

“It’ll save time showering together.” he hummed in between kisses. You didn’t need to face him to know that his trademark sideways smirk was plastered on his face. You weren’t convinced by his suave words; Al had obviously no intention of cleaning just yet. But you’d be equally to blame now as your body arched into his, pressing your back into his solid frame. You braced your arms on the tiled wall, obliging him this morning pleasure. It wasn’t as if you weren’t equally enthusiastic for his touch, his slick manhood inside you and his exploratory hands finding all the right places on your body. He stilled himself after finishing, holding himself inside you, his hot breath ghosting your ear as if wishing to speak something. But it went unsaid. His brash demeanor had all but vanished. He needed reassurance, that’s all it was. You gripped his hands that had been trailing your stomach, turning your head towards him. 

“Al-” teeth clamped down on your neck, stifling your words, but you allowed him to leave his mark, biting like a condemned man enjoying his last meal. Why wasn’t he letting you reassure him of your vow to be his? Did he think he was savoring you in these last few precious moments together? You steeled yourself to remind him, but he spoke first:

“Why don’t you make a start on breakfast, Y/N? How ‘bout some eggs, huh?” 

It killed you to leave him alone in the shower. He’d pushed you away, but you knew he was the one feeling bereft. It seemed he didn’t want to hear any more of your assurances- did they feel like empty promises to him? It irked you a little, but you knew, by the time he came home after work, that he’d been worrying over fictional scenarios that had manifested in his head, but which wouldn’t ever become reality. A small, vicious little thought fluttered in your own mind- if he thought your promises were so easily broken, then maybe he deserved a little mental torment. Let him have these absurd thoughts that you would leave; it would be his own self-flagellation, a punishment he would administer and receive all by himself. 

A quiet breakfast between you and Al. So quiet and tense that the clock on the wall, ticking away, its percussive beat echoing a fresh taunt with each passing second. Inching its way to the hour of departure, moving ever forward- though it felt more like a countdown. You clenched- your stomach, your jaw, your brow- wondering what zero hour would bring. Al’s nervousness was all too apparent. By now, you could read him all too easily. He stood from the table and glanced at his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes before dropping his arms awkwardly by his sides. 

“I’ve got to go.” His fingers twitched in his palms. You rose now too, skirting the table to take his hand in yours. Any suave pretenses he’d been acting out had dropped; he was clearly pained at the thought of leaving. Your stomach roiled at the malicious thoughts you’d had in the bathroom. Of course you cared if Al was hurting, and you were sure as shit going to make sure he knew where you stood on the matter. 

“Al,” you began, not quite sure of where your sentence was headed, “Would it be easier for a little while if…” Your nod towards the stairwell door gut-punched even you. Had you just offered yourself to be put back down there? For Al, maybe you were crazy enough to propose such madness. If you’d shocked yourself for offering such a thing, he looked utterly appalled.

“N-no!” he stammered, before cooling his tone, though the tight grip on your hand didn’t relent. “No, dove. Not ever. Like I said, it’s just an empty room now.”

At the door (now free of the bike lock- when had that been removed?), Al picked up his keys from the bowl on the nearby shelf. Fiddling with the bunch, he took a single gold-colored key from the ring. It was yours, he said. For emergencies. Or escapes, you knew that look on his face was suggesting. If you’re gonna go, no need to break a window or force a lock. He pressed it into your hand, but you tossed it back into the bowl with a clang and shrugged nonchalantly, showing your indifference to its presence. For emergencies, you hoped your action suggested right back. 

Al had given you everything but your freedom since you’d first come here. He wasn’t offering you an escape (he would never ask you to go- in his eyes, you belonged to him entirely). But he was aware it was a possibility now, and he clearly saw it as one you weren’t going to pass up. But he wasn’t about to break a newly-forged promise and put you back in the basement. You could see these two notions working at odds in his mind, a tug of war with no clear winner. He was really so ardent in his belief that he was nothing but a monster, a frightening being that anyone sane would run from. He couldn’t seem to realize that freedom was no longer something you desired. Whether monster or man, you weren’t running.  

A bold step forward was the only move you needed before Al lunged, palming the side of your face and smashing his lips into yours. You gripped his shirt lapels and returned the kiss, open-mouthed to accommodate his clawing tongue. His other hand snaked its way around the nape of your neck, pulling you in impossibly closer. It felt like a final farewell. It absolutely wasn’t, but you let Al indulge in the passionate kiss anyway. 

You finally pulled away, flushed and breathless, holding Al at arm’s length as you smoothed down his shirt. It felt like such a wifely act, the thought of this reddening your cheeks further, silently wondering if Al would return later with a remark of “Honey, I’m home!”. It felt like such an ‘Al’ thing to do, one of his little quips that would crease you up. You’d tell him about this amusement later, but, noting the pained look reappearing on his face, you changed tact.

“Al, Do you trust me?”

“I- yes. Y-you know I do, Y/N.”

“Then trust me when I say I’ll see you when you get back.” You spoke in a clear voice, confident and reassuring. You needed to keep your own composure to balance out the uncertainty you still saw in those endless blue eyes. You could see his deep-rooted fear in the depths of those ocean blues, fear that everything up to now might still be too good to be true. That he would come home and you’d be gone. 

Al nodded, but his face was tight-lipped and solemn. He unlocked the door, stepping out and closing it again behind him. Through the glass pane of the door he gave a final, lingering look before pulling himself away. You heard his van door click open and slam shut again. An engine revving to life. And a muffled sound of tires on asphalt, eventually fading until you could hear only the low hum of a now-empty house.

You let out a long exhale. Not a sigh of relief that Al had left, more a frustration at the look of consternation on Al’s face. The next time you’d see him, he’d be so happy, truly understanding the reality that this situation could be permanent. He’d just have to suffer one little day of unknowing agony to realize you were here for keeps. His for keeps. 

Even with your adamant resolve to stay, your curiosity bested you almost immediately, and you plucked the key from the bowl by the door. Just to see. The gold ridges slotted perfectly into the keyhole, and you met no resistance as you turned it. The lock clicked open. With a twist of the metal door handle, the door sprung free on its hinges, just a couple of inches. You gasped at the light morning breeze that infiltrated itself through the gap- not shocked that the key worked, per say- but a shock to the system that you were truly no prisoner anymore. 

You considered all the times you hadn’t been in the basement, when freedom had appeared something you possessed. But just because it didn’t look like a prison cell didn’t mean you weren’t locked up. The bike lock had been firmly bolted shut. Al within earshot, ready to chase you down should you try anything. Now? This was the true definition of freedom, just a step outside the door, the rest of the world open to you at last. 

With that heady thought, you slammed the door closed, the wood rattling in its frame from the force. You had the means of escape now. You had the opportunity to do so. But now, you had no motive- nothing compelling you to leave, and everything compelling you to stay. That’s what Al was now, to you- your everything. Hadn’t you danced together to words along those lines? You twisted the key back, feeling a sense of reassurance as the lock clicked shut. It felt safe, not like you were trapped in a hopeless situation. It was strangely uplifting, that the noise of a locking door had such an association for you now. 

The phrase ‘free time’ had never felt so literal, and you wondered what to do with the expanse of the day. You found that tidying up around the house, with the Eagles and Fleetwood Mac as background music, took up most of the morning. If Al had expected, even demanded, you become some sort of domestic help while he was out, you might have been affronted. The fact that he expected nothing from you regarding household chores meant you were happy to do them. It felt nice too, that you could actually do something useful, as opposed to when you spent your days waiting inertly downstairs. 

Around midday, you made yourself lunch and settled at the breakfast bar, but without Al to talk to, your attention kept involuntarily turning towards the basement door. As if a ghostly hand had gripped your chin and maneuvered you to face towards those depths you were no longer confined in. As if whatever was down there missed your presence- but you certainly didn’t miss it. The specter’s presence lingered, your body shivering at the thought of ever going back down there. But you weren’t going down there, and your focus returned back to the kitchen, turning your head with a self-satisfied hmph that you wouldn’t be trapped in that shadowy place any longer. 

With the rest of the afternoon spent reading in the quiet serenity of the living room, it felt a perfectly pleasant day, though you wondered if you might have to take up some more hobbies to pass the time. As late afternoon drew in, you grew anxious, impatient even. But it wasn’t boredom- you were missing Al, you realized. You’d started on dinner when you heard the unmistakable sound of Al’s van pulling up, and rushed to the door in anticipation of his return. 

He’d just closed the door behind him as you walked into the living room. He froze. You smirked at the sight of him. Al looked equal parts happy, relieved and obviously a little sheepish. That look of guilt on his face soon dissipated when he saw how amused you were, that you’d proven all his fears were very much unfounded. He grew his own smirk then, mirroring yours, his mouth tilting sideways at the realization; what he thought might never happen in his wildest dreams was manifesting itself as reality. 

“You’re here.” he said on a breathy laugh.

“I’m here.” you retorted smugly. It took a lot of willpower not to just blurt out ‘I told you so’. 

Maybe Al sensed you were about to voice such an impetuous remark. Maybe it was that hint of brattiness that signified a little game, after you’d been such a good girl for staying put. Or maybe it was the simple fact that he’d missed you. Whichever was the case (you figured a little of each of those reasons), before you had a chance to utter another syllable, he had attacked. He pulled you into a greedy, clawing kiss, his mouth, tongue and hands wanting to explore everywhere at once. You smiled through the kiss, laughing at Al’s eagerness as his mouth probed your jaw and neck, the wild laugh turning to a shriek as Al cupped your butt and hoisted you up. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist and he began the journey to the bedroom. You were already unbuttoning his shirt and peppering his broad shoulders with endearments of your own, gnawing softly at his neck, before he kicked the bedroom door closed behind you both. 

Languorous in bed in your shared, blissful afterglow, you softly stroked the gauze covering Al’s still-fresh wound. Right above his heart, reminding you of his close brush with death, a cruel magic trick where he would have vanished forever. 

“Were you worried today Al?”

“I never doubted you for a second, dove. You’re my perfect girl, my good girl.” You spared him an eye roll at his obvious fib; he didn't want to admit how scared he had truly been at the thought of never seeing you again. His sweet talk, together with his fingertips brushing gentle circles on your bare hip, melted you completely and you allowed a comfortable silence to envelop you both.

You had taken a leap of faith by allowing yourself to fall for Al, to drown in those forbidden feelings. And now, he’d taken that leap too, trusting you to stay. You’d both risked everything, and now there seemed to be nothing left to say, no more skeletons in the closet. There was an underlying tension that Al would fret over what these new boundaries meant, whether true freedom was still something you sought, or something you already had. You weren’t quite sure- the definitions and technicalities were too blurred to define, a murky bog of uncertain rules. But you could write new rules together. You knew the first morning was going to be the hardest. But it had come and gone and you were both still here.

— — —

Those 72 hours (give or take a couple) turned the tides of your relationship. It could have gone so wrong, in so many ways. But you’d found the path that led to a life you wanted, waking up besides Al every morning. You still felt uneasy sometimes, worrying that everything was a dream, or (more accurately), a terrible nightmare. That events that weekend did go south. That you’d wake up, and you’d be in the basement, tormented by a man you no longer recognized as human, the Grabber using his belt to beat you bloody, taking your body by force if you refused to play his sadistic games. Or perhaps, you’d awake to find that your love was a distant memory, just a vision in your mind and a dark bloodstain on the basement floor all that remained of Albert Shaw. Or maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t wake at all, unable to think up any of these ghastly scenes because you’d become just another victim of The Grabber, buried with the Naughty Boys in an unmarked grave in some distant, unknowable location.

“Morning dove.” The soft cadence of Al’s voice coaxed you out of your thoughts and guided your eyes to his face.

“Morning Al.” you yawned, shuffling towards the voice. An arm dug its way behind you and pulled you in close. His body was warm and solid, but you always found his chest comfortable to rest your head on. The comfort and the heat of him made you suddenly tired again, and you barely kept your heavy eyes open as he spoke. 

“Is it time to get up already?” he asked lightly, 

“Nuh-uh….a lil’ longer… with me…” you murmured, letting your drowsy voice trail off as sleep took hold of you.

— — —

Al lay in bed, his dreaming little dove pressed tight against him- thinking about how things had turned out. It was an intoxicating feeling, but it was a dangerous game too- and not one of those dark, salacious games he enjoyed. Like walking a tightrope: straight ahead, a path to the life he wanted; but snapping at his heels were those dark creatures in his soul, where one mis-step meant everything would end in a swift, embracing oblivion. It was hard for Al to relax when these demons invaded his mind, a malignant threat that he suppressed. But he was able to suppress them, ever more easily- because of her, of course. 

She enraptured him completely. Al was spellbound by her delicate features, soft skin and pretty face, but it was more than that. It wasn’t just skin-deep. He adored her compassion, admired her strength. And when she asked for those games, it was of her own volition, her choice to be hurt- never harmed, only hurt- and it was Al obliging her requests now, even if he did take pleasure in the bruises and the screams and the broken skin. To believe his little thing had found peace in the monster’s arms was baffling, but to keep questioning it would be lunacy, a jinx on everything he was determined to cling to. 

If Al thought too long and hard about it, he’d begin to worry about how much of herself his little dove had given, and how much was taken. And, most worryingly perhaps, how much was taken under the guise of being given freely. Al doubted either Y/N or himself would ever truly know the answer to that million dollar question. At first, of course, he had snatched her away, so remorseless in his cruel treatment of her, a captive that he toyed endlessly with. 

Things got better, infinitely so over those transformative weeks, until their shared confessions of love seemed to cement it all in reality. His little love said it was her choice to stay with Al- but he supposed he’d never know how much he may have forced her hand. Of course, his dove would admonish him for that, reassure him in every way that she wants all the things he does. But Al was sane enough to know how trauma might really affect a person, rewiring their brains until they thought their actions were normal, real, justified. He was living proof of that. Maybe now, she was too. 

But, looking at her in the morning glow, she really did look peaceful. His dove had fallen back asleep cradled in his arms, her head resting soundly on his strong chest, a hand unconsciously fingering his web of scars on his left pectoral. He used to watch her sleeping frequently, gazing lecherously as she writhed on the filthy basement mattress. But that was a lifetime ago, and everything was different now. He still liked to watch her dream, the small twitching movements of muscles on her face that he found so endearing to see: a wry smile, a cute furrowed brow, an involuntary moan. But to actually hold her as she slept soundly with him- well that was an incomparably more wonderful feeling than being just an observer. Al planted a soft kiss on her head before drifting back to sleep with his little dove safe in his grasp. 

A final picture reeled through his mind as he floated back into a hazy dreamstate. It was that weekend where everything had changed, where he was so uncertain if his little thing would really stay. His mind skipped over the fretful hours of worry, wondering if he’d return to an empty house, or whether police sirens would ring in his ears at any moment. But neither did his thoughts jump to their lustful reunion in his bed. No, it was just that one moment that played in his head: 

“You’re here.” Al had said, incredulous but overjoyed at the sight of her.

“I’m here.” 

Al’s chest had panged with guilt, that he hadn’t fully believed the promise that she’d be here until he saw her in the flesh. His own misguided doubts were eclipsed by the absolute happiness he felt, happiness he never thought possible for someone like him. Only Y/N, his sweet dove, could make him feel this way.

#the black phone #the black phone fanfic #the grabber #the grabber x you #the grabber x reader #albert shaw #albert shaw x you #albert shaw x reader #minors dni #sequel fic

[thebramblewood]

Anonymous OC question of the day!If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be: your bestie, your spouse/partner, your secret lover, Your friendly rival, your enemy! BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too! Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

Thank you so much for asking, Scout (and also anon from a few days ago that I've been ignoring while I overthink everything)!

Bestie: Julia or Grace

Julia would've been my dream bestie in high school! She would've intimidated me with how cool and confident she is, so I probably would've been too scared to approach her. But she also seems like the type who wants everyone to feel included. She's not really elitist or exclusionary in any way, so I could see her noticing my shyness and making an effort to get me out of my shell.

My other choice would be Grace because she would always give me really honest and thoughtful and usually correct advice. She's level-headed and good at thinking through problems, so she'd be the perfect confidante! Always having her magic on hand would also be incredibly convenient. And, of course, I wouldn't say no if she offered me one of her special potions. 😉

Spouse/Partner: Morgyn

I know we haven't seen much of Morgyn, but they are so tender and adoring I can't help but fall head over heels. 😭 Let's just say I get why Caleb loved them so much. I feel like Morgyn would always be conjuring up the sweetest gifts and showering me with compliments. Just know all this is happening in an alternate universe where they aren't tragically killed and also where they never met Caleb. I wouldn't want to come between them, so I'll let them continue to happily exist together in that other alternate universe.

Secret Lover: Ulrike

Listen, you know I'm going to bag Ulrike one way or another, but our girl's a commitmentphobe so I'm hardly going to make her miserable by pinning her down for life. She's a canonically phenomenal lover (in my canon anyway) so I would absolutely be taking advantage of that. What Morgyn doesn't know won't hurt them.

Friendly Rival: Helena

She would've been the easy pick for bestie since we're so similar, but for that same reason I feel like we would more likely be rivals. Neither of us are confrontational enough to make a thing out of it, but since we're both really strong performers academically, I could see us constantly in a head-to-head battle to score the highest on tests, win the most scholarships, get accepted to the most colleges, etc. It would be intense, but then we would probably meet up at our high school reunion, laugh over how dumb our unspoken competition was, and become friends from there on out.

Enemy: Lilith

Is there any other option for this? Just like Helena, I would probably be drawn into Lilith's orbit like a magnet and then get my shit entirely fucked up. I would have no choice but to become a vampire slayer with exactly one target in mind. I'd have to spend the rest of my life hunting her down in order to both avenge myself and get payback for everyone else whose lives she's ruined and/or ended.

BONUS: If my first spousal option were unavailable, I would absolutely marry @fizzytoo's Amaya (or Karlie, let's be real) and @gunthermunch's version of Lilith (sorry, Gunther). Also, if Winifred ever found herself suddenly single... she could call me anytime too!

#asks #the zhaoverse #this was actually quite fun #and yes these are all MY ocs #ea? i don't know her

[imabillyami]

Hii I I'm back 😂

Okay so I would not have guessed English was not your first language 👀😳 you are doing amazingly well!

21 parts!! *fainting* I'm sooo happy to hear that haha Please please in your words - get over yourself and post that stupid (not stupid) chapter 4 😂 - I say this in the most loving and polite way possible 😁🥰 butttt obviously what I really mean is don't stress about it too much and post only when you're happy and comfortable with it (we'll be patiently waiting 😊). I'm glad to hear you're excited for the rest of it though!! 😁

On another note... My curiosity got the better of me 😆 Gentle Cottagecore Emoji Asks 🌱🥛🍯🐄🌳🐓🐇🌲🥞⛰️ answer as many as you like

(as always no pressure to respond) 😊

Ta

🐨

Hi Aussie anon friend 🥰

Took me a while to get to your message (April is this crazy busy month for me every single year, but in a mostly positive way), but here we are.

Yeah, the writing thing is delicate and very fickle. But I've been writing for 15+ years at this point and it rarely stresses me out anymore. I just gotta do things in my own time and remind myself from time to time to trust the process. We'll get there, always do in the end. Patience is key.

Thanks for sending those emoji asks, I'll be answering them under the cut 💕

Hugs to you 💜🌻

🌱 Seedling: What is a scent you find relaxing?

Sandalwood & the scent of the air when you walk through the woods after heavy rain

🥛 Milk: What is a food you find comforting when you are sad?

I dealt with some stuff in the past, so I’m not an "eat my feelings away" person anymore these days, and I’m really trying to prevent finding comfort in food or spending money when I feel sad, so I don’t have a specific food. In fact, I really struggle with eating when I’m sad these days, a complete 180 from when I was younger. 

🍯 Honey: What is one thing you like about yourself?

Personality wise - my kindness. A lot of people think I’m faking that or playing it up, but I’m genuinely not. I just don’t see the point in making anyone’s life harder or miserable when I can spend my time putting smiles on people’s faces and leave them with good memories instead. Physically - probably my eyes. I like the dark color of them and the way people tell me I have kind eyes. So that.

🐄 Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate?

Picking one is impossible, really, cause we’re all here for different reasons and good at different thing and I’m just glad we get to share this space together and love the thing we love.

I’d like to shout out some of my dear friends though. Tay @taydaq for her incredible art and being an all around lovely person who’s always there for others.

Mahi @mahi-wayy / @bangazaii for being a complete sweetheart and our lovely fic writing sessions and idea spitballing sessions / rarepair shenanigans in our dms.

Shanie @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict for always being there when shit gets rough and calling me out on my bullshit, but never judging (& also writing the most beautiful kayfabe compliant steenerico fic + side stories).

Carla @samijey for providing me/us with the most beautiful gifs and the most gorgeous writing (and giving me a chance when it was easier not to).

And last but not least my dear friend E. @bremmommye who’s been my friend and comfort person in & out of the internet for many years by now and who I miss dearly cause we rarely ever get to see each other in "real life" (that's what living on opposite ends of the same country and being busy does).

I love all my moots and my followers and all the people I follow who don’t follow me back, but these people are the ones that have carved out that extra bit of space in my heart for themselves and made themselves a forever home in some shape or form. Sorry, didn’t mean to get that mushy, but I really love talking about my friends.

🌳 Tree: What is one thing in your future you are looking forward towards?

Honestly, it goes hand in hand with the answer above, I think. Being able to watch the people I adore, family, friends, acquaintances, strangers I have yet to meet, grow and evolve and live authentic lives that they’re feeling happy and fulfilled with. That’s what makes me happy - seeing the people around me happy. 

🐓 Chicken: What is a comfort movie/show for you?

Sooo many. But one constant is The Princess Bride. Another one is The Breakfast Club. Grey’s Anatomy (very early seasons), Skam, Legally Blonde and more recently Heartstopper. I could go on and on, there’s a whole lot of them. 

🐇 Bunny: What’s a song that you really like?

If you could see my music library - it’s WILD. And I love every single song. I listen to music basically every single minute I’m awake and able to. So picking one song - good god. I’ll give you my 5 most recent played ones.

Thoughts of a child - The Lathums

Dublin in Ecstasy - Inhaler

Dreams - The Snuts

I bet you look good on the Dancefloor - Arctic Monkey

Poundshop Kardashians - Sam Fender

🌲 Pine: Do you prefer the cold, or the heat?

The heat. Don’t love the heat, but I can stand it a lot better than being cold.

🥞 Pancake: What is your favorite breakfast food?

Not a big breakfast person, don’t have a sweet tooth either (not anymore I should say), so probably something savory. I had this yummy grilled veggie & hummus on rye bread breakfast sandwich when I was traveling the other day, that one came to mind. On a normal day, I’ll just have a cup of tea (no sugar, no milk alternative), a handful of almonds, and a banana or an apple to hold me over till lunch. But yeah, if I’m going for actual breakfast, I prefer savory over sweet. 

⛰️ Mountains: Would you rather live in the mountains, city, beach, or the forest?

Grew up living near the forest and spending a lot of time playing in the woods as a kid, lived in a couple a large cities over the years, now living close to the mountains, but still in general vicinity of the city (albeit a smaller one), I’m really enjoying being able to go for a hike in the mountains if I need to catch a break. Reconnecting with nature and the quiet from time to time is real nice. 

#lovely anon #anon #asks #m answers #replies #ask game #ask games #tw ed

[divine-knight-hand]

Imagine Wanda Coming To See You After Having A Nightmare

Wanda Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Content Warnings: Angst, mention of death, and nightmares

Word Count: 950

Dividers by @transbro

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I woke to the sound of a soft knocking at my door. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before looking at my alarm clock. It read 4:30 A.M.. Who would be awake at four in the morning? I swear, if Tony’s about to ask me to make coffee for him instead of having Friday do it again, I'll kick his-

“Detka?” A soft voice—which was definitely not Tony's—called from the other side of the door. “Are you awake?"

I would know my girlfriend's voice anywhere. Wanda and I had been dating for about five months now. Why is she awake this late? Early? Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't right.

"Yeah." My grogginess added a rasp to my voice. "Come in."

Wanda slowly opened the door and softly closed it behind herself before quietly making her way to my bed. Her round face was tear-streaked, and I wanted to erase whatever pain caused her to look this miserable.

"I’m sorry to bother you." A guilty expression crossed her features.

"Don't be sorry." I sat up and beckoned to her with open arms. "Come here."

Wanda sighed before climbing onto my bed and into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, rubbing her side before moving one hand to stroke her hair. She was silent the whole time, only moving to rest her head against my chest.

I kissed the crown of her head before asking. "What's the matter, my love?"

Wanda sniffled. "I just… I was having a nightmare and I didn't want to be alone right now. The first person I thought of seeing was you."

"And I'm glad you did… Come to see me, I mean." I pulled her closer to myself as she curled up on my lap. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

She took a shaky breath before continuing. "I've been having the same nightmare for a long time now." She sniffled. "Ever since... Well, It always starts with that battle in Sokovia. Instead of fighting off Ultron's army, I'm running through the broken streets trying to save him, but..." She sniffled again. "I'm never able to make it in time."

"Who?" I wanted to kick myself for even thinking of asking when the answer was obvious.

"My brother," She breathed. “Pietro.”

Then, she let out a soft sob, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. I knew how Pietro died, but I had no idea Wanda was still actively grieving for him.

I hugged her close to my chest. "Wanda, I'm so sorry. I wish I could take your pain onto myself." And I was being honest.

Over the course of her life, Wanda had been through a lot. She lost her brother, Pietro, and her first boyfriend, Vision, on missions that she was on with the Avengers. Every moment I looked into her eyes and saw the hurt behind them, I wished with all of my heart that we would trade lives. It really didn’t seem fair that I was fine while she was carrying years worth of hurt inside. I would do anything to take that hurt from her.

"Wanda," I wiped some stray tears from her cheeks. “There was nothing you could have done. You tried your hardest, and so did Pietro." I kept stroking her hair, moving it away from her tear-streaked face. "You both gave it your all that day, and you both knew what you were risking. It wasn't your fault." I kissed the crown of her head. "And don't ever think that I'd be bothered by you coming into my room at night to be with me. I'd stay up all night just to make sure that you're okay."

Wanda sniffled as she looked up at me with watery eyes. "You mean it?"

"I do." I tried to muster the brightest smile I could.

Wanda sat up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders before leaning in to kiss me. I laid back down, holding her on top of me as she trailed her hands along the sides of my face. I moved my hands along her waist as she laid on top of me. I only broke our kiss to trail kisses down her cheek and the side of her neck.

With the sadness slowly leaving her voice, Wanda whispered. “I love you, detka.”

“I love you, too, my witchling.” I rose back to eye-level with her to peck the tip of her nose.

"Aww." The two of us jumped apart in surprise at the sudden sound. "This is so sweet!" There was no body in the room to accompany the voice, so I began to grow suspicious.

"Hello?" Wanda called out into the empty room.

"Friday," I commanded. "Do a surveillance check to find who said that."

"Right away." Friday stayed silent for an agonizing moment before reporting back. "It appears Agent Barton had observed your and Ms. Maximoff’s exchange from the ventilation system, but retreated at your request of a surveillance scan."

"Typical." I muttered. Wanda’s face flushed red. We could never have a private moment as long as we lived in the Avengers tower.

Luckily for him, Clint wasn't as obnoxious as Tony, who found every excuse to make fun of just about anyone in the tower. In a sense, that was what I liked and hated most about him. He was an odd character, but an entertaining one at the least.

Wanda and I waited for a moment in silence before I took her by the chin and kissed her again. On the off chance that Clint was back, he'd at least have enough sense to know to stay quiet this time.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fluff #fluff #wanda fluff #fluff fanfic #wanda angst #slight angst #wanda x reader

[justimagineok]

2:30 series - 🕑 2:25

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

Recommended song: Inevitable by Suzy

A/N: hmm, its almost 2:30.. stay with me till the end? :) feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

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"I felt the connection when our eyes first met

Was it a misunderstanding of my own?

With that sunny and innocent smile

I made a fool of myself

The day you left my side

All those many pink colored memories

Faded into blue"

Seokjin helped Haru put her bags in the car, taking her home and leaving Jungkook at his apartment. The two arrive and unload Haru's bag at her house and say their goodbyes, promising to FaceTime with each other later. Haru saw your car at the door, so she knew you were home, but she was surprised you haven't come to see her yet.

"Wide cat, are you there? I'm home", she saw the light of your room up. "Where are you going, YN?!", Haru asked in shock, as she saw you putting the rest of your things in the suitcase.

"Home.", you lied, and Haru shook his head.

"WHAT? Tell me you're not going to that house again! That place is not your home, YN, and you know that!", she takes the bag from your hand, and you see the sadness in her eyes.

“Please, don’t look at me like that, Haru…"

"Like WHAT?", she asks, exasperated.

"Like you're disappointed."

Haru saw you were about to cry, but she couldn't back away now, or you'd do something you'll regret the rest of your life.

"Stop it, YN! Enough of this self-sacrificing bullshit! Stop acting like you have nobody who cares about you!", she throws her arms in the air in frustration. "You have me! You have Jungkook and so many people here for you! So no, you don’t have to go back and deal with your crappy parents again. I won't let you do this."

"I just don't know what to do, Haru.", you confessed, letting the tears come again. Haru didn't know exactly what you were talking about, but one thing she knew for sure is that she wasn't gonna let you go that easily.

"You can do anything. Any fucking thing, YN. Just don't go back there. You can't do that."

You sat on the couch running your hands through your hair, and she sat right beside you. "You can talk to Jungkook about it. You can.", she assures you. "Stop letting them make you miserable, YN. You had enough. I really think you could talk to Jungkok. If he doesn't understand then fine, you'll move on, but you didn't even give him a chance. I feel like you are so overwhelm 'cause you insist on taking all this heavy stuff in your chest alone. Stop trying to live like you're all alone, YN."

"I wanna talk to him about it… I just… I wouldn't know where to start. He doesn't even want to see me anymore."

"You're wrong.", Haru assures you. "I think he's jus-"

~knoc knoc~

You both look at the door, unsure of who was knocking.

"YN?", you heard the voice you love the most in this world. Jungkook's. He knocked hard again. "YN, open the door! I need to talk to you, and I'm not leaving until I do!", he kept knocking hard, desperate to see you.

You look at Haru who's just as shocked as you.

"I saw your car outside! C'mon!", Jungkook yelled, knocking again.

"What are you waiting for?", she signs for you impatiently. "Open that door before he breaks it! YOU BETTER STOP KNOCKING ON MY DOOR, JUNGKOOK! SHE'S GOING!"

Jungkook stops knocking, his heart beating fast. Thank God you were there. You open the door slowly, not knowing what's going on or why is Jungkook knocking at your door after literally say he didn't have hope in your relationship. He doesn't waste a second once you open the door, pulling you closer to him and kissing you.

"Now, you listen to me, carefully", Jungkook rest his forehead on yours, holding your face between his hands, catching his breath. "Whatever it is you have going on: You don't have to tell me. I'll listen if you wanna tell me, but I don't have to know, ok? I trust you and I love you, YN. I just need you to understand that you're not alone. Not anymore. I'm right here with you. I've always been, and we'll figure all the rest together. I love you in every possible way."

You nod, kissing him back, letting the tears fall down. Why he was saying that? What changed?

Jungkook pulled away, holding your face again, making sure you were paying attention. "I don't wanna let you go, babe. I tried and I can't. I don't want to. So yeah, let's be friends or whatever you want us to be, 'cause I'm not willing to let you go again, YN. Come back to me."

"For you who came back to me

I'll give you everything

Forever as we are

We will never part ways"

#jungkook fanfic #2:30 #jk x reader #jk x y/n #jk x you #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook fic recs #jungkook fiction #jungkook fics

[queen-diamond-serenity]

The irony of this is

Dutch haters are far more toxic than Micah fan base in fact I in all honesty have not come across one microfan that I have actually dislike. And I hate Micah I cannot stand him as a character and nothing will ever change that. I do love his voice actor and there is one picture of Micah I like. Other than that the fact that Dutch haters are more toxic than Micah fan base really does say a lot about you. A majority of RDR fan base is toxic as hell and you're the main ones who cause trouble in Mayhem and then try to make it look like we're the ones being Troublemaker Just because we're Dutch apologist. I never thought that I would say this I would rather be around a Micah fan at this point than to be around the rest of you. So when y'all say we deserve to get blocked or blocked us I don't give a fuqk. What am I missing out on? Most of y'all have crap content most of y'all come up with shit scenarios and lore and theories regarding the entire rdr. Y'all don't have a creative bone in your body's half of you steal from other content creators and then think that we've lost something by you threatening to block us are thinking it's wholesome to block us we don't give a fuck and I think I've made a post like this before not caring. I haven't posted anything in weeks and when I come back here a fellow friend of mine's is dealing with toxic Dutch haters. Y'all can say what you want to about Dutch but we're not the one causing trouble or bring it all the toxicity in the community y'all are. But go off.

What is our crimes other than being a fan of Dutch?

I have set back for years and kept quiet and have watched on every platform you can think of concerning RDR fan base and see where all the problems are stemming from and coming from.

block me I don't care cuz you can't fuck with me no way. I don't want to be on your shitty side of social media. I am a living nightmare for a lot of you because I don't take the bullshit that everybody else do. LOL I'm from up North we are feisty out here lol. Stay in your lane because we not coming in yours you blocking a bunch of us who don't want to deal with you any damn ways. Y'all are a damn joke. To all you Dutch and Micah fans continue to stay to yourselves create good content and enjoy life. Have your fun have your ships have at it and continue to stick up your middle fingers to the rest. They got a majority of the fan base on the other side and they're still not happy. That already right there should tell you something. They just a bunch of miserable people in real life in general. Y'all should take an example from somebody who hates Micah I cannot stand him like I said before. But I don't give his fan base hell especially when they aren't coming at me. The only time I'll say something to somebody come at me sideways other than that I'm not bothered by them being a fan of his. Because that's what maturity looks like. You should try it sometimes and grow the fuck up. Other people in this Phantom will be nice about it not me I'm a proud azzhole.😁

Understand something about the woman I am I come from a very huge family so I'm never lonely I'm surrounded by a lot of love. And let's just face it a lot of you people on social media are lonely miserable people looking for love and most of you have found it in all the wrong places. So I don't care about being blocked. I got people who give a shit about me in real life. Trust me I will not lose sleep over wondering over a complete stranger who blocked me that I don't even know ever existed.

Everybody else give y'all this polite and light? But me? Oh I'm going to call out the elephant in a room and best believe I'm going to do it with a little bit of hot sauce.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #dutch van der linde #dutch apologist #micah bell #Block me I don't care. You're a complete stranger I'll more than likely never meet. The trash took itself out if anything. #Block us we won't lose sleep I promise. #A complete stranger blocking me? Well we don't miss what we never had. So there's that.

[burrowbabe]

Give and Take - Chapter 5

"Travis is here." you respond, grimacing in his direction.

She turns to look over her shoulder.

" ... and he's coming this way."

Your ex proved to be one of then worst people on the planet. While that is the consensus amongst most couples who have broken up, you like to believe he takes the cake.

He quickly makes it to your table in a few strides with a smug look on his face.

"Hey guys. Long time, no see."

He leans his arm on the back of your chair, looking down at you.

"Can I help you?" you question with a look of disgust on your face.

"Just being friendly, Anna."

"For once ..." you quip. "I'm trying to have a nice night with my friends if you don't mind, thanks."

He looks around the table as if waiting for someone to beg him to stay. Of course, no one does considering your past with him. Your friends were never his friends despite what he thinks.

"Nice to see no one has changed." He mutters.

Putting his hands up to surrender, he backs away from the table.

"Jeez ... tough crowd. I'll be seeing you around." he directs at you with a wink.

With a roll of your eyes, you quietly apologize to the table for the interruption and motion for the waitress to bring the check.

"No, no. Please, it's my treat." Joe insists, taking the check and handing over his credit card.

"I just want to get out of here." you say and the rest of the group thanks Joe for dinner.

"He's a tool Anna. Forget about it!" Tana says, caressing your back on the car ride home.

"I'm fine ... just annoyed is all."

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you feel a stress headache coming on.

"He always does this. Pops up out of the blue to remind me how miserable our relationship was."

"He must be looking for me to beat his ass again." your brother comments from the row behind, garnering a defeated laugh from you.

"Who was that girl?" Tana wonders aloud.

"I don't know, and I don't care." You reply, watching the nightlife whizz by the window to distract yourself.

--

Travis was a class A narcissist. You had met him for the first time at 15 years old when you attended the Grammy's after party. You had swept the rap category with your debut album.

As you awkwardly made small talk with your music idols, Travis had approached you, offering to sneak you some alcohol. Taking him up on his offer, you and him sipped champagne behind some bushes. He was charming, he made you laugh, and he was incredibly handsome.

You didn't meet again for 2 years, spotting him at a night club one night with your friends. From there, you both were inseparable.

3 long years of dating turned into the most tumultuous experience of your life. The honeymoon phase was far over just a couple months in, but you were convinced that if you love someone, you make it work no matter the circumstances.

It had been 10 months since your very public breakup, and running into him was not getting any easier.

--

It seemed everyone had caught on to the fact that your mood was soiled for the rest of the night. So, the group went their separate ways when the town car dropped you off at your house.

You let the hot water run down your neck and shoulders for a long while, hoping it would relieve some of the tension your ex had caused.

While you felt more comfortable in your sweats, you still weren't totally relaxed.

When you go downstairs, you see Tana passed out on one side of the couch and Joe watching TV.

"Where'd everyone go?" you ask as you approach the living room. Pausing the movie he was watching, Joe turns to look at you.

"Ja'Marr went to meet some friends at the club, Nick went home, and your brother invited a girl over." he explains with a shrug.

Nodding your head with pursed lips, you sit down on the couch next to Joe.

He resumes the movie for a while, you both just silently enjoying Pootie Tang.

"Are you OK?" he asks after a long while.

Taking a deep breath, you shrug.

"Yeah I guess."

You bite your inner cheek and make eye contact. He looks at you intently, noticing the glaze over your eyes from tears that could spill any second.

"I don't even like his music anyway." Joe says, drawing a weak smile from you.

"He's terrible." you say, shaking your head.

A beat of silence goes by.

"I can't say that I didn't see the gossip in the media when you guys broke up. I don't know how guys can just dog girls like that." Joe says.

"Me neither." You mutter. "Took me a long time to figure it out."

You meet Joe's eyes as he nods. You can feel tears rush to your eyes and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him. You didn't even feel sad about the situation anymore, just incredibly exhausted by having to rehash it.

Biting your lower lip, you swallow hard to keep from looking like you were ready to burst into tears.

"I think I'm just gonna put myself to bed." You say, getting up from the couch. "Goodnight."

"Night." He replies. When you're gone, Joe is too lost in his thoughts to realize Tana was awake.

"There is some serious tension there." She says, snapping Joe out of his trance.

"What do you mean?"

"You were totally 2 seconds away from kissing." She says, matter-of-factly.

Shaking his head with a furrowed brow Joe denies it.

"If you say so." She says, definitely not convinced.

"He hit her you know." She says, causing Joe's head to whip around.

"What?"

"Right here in the house. They had a fight and he punched her and threw her down the stairs. Him and AJ got into a brawl, the cops came ... all that." She explains.

"Are you kidding me? That's insane!" Joe replies, flabbergasted.

"Yeah, we couldn't believe it. All because she confronted him about cheating on her." She scoffs and shakes her head.

"She disappeared back home to New York for like 4 months and we didn't hear from her. She was really fucked up over the whole situation. Then randomly she just showed up again, happy as hell." Tana continues.

"Do you think she's OK now?" He asks.

"She's stronger than me, that's for sure. I think she just needed a break from LA. She's definitely back to her old self, which we're all happy about, but I do think she should branch out and find someone new." Tana says, whipping the blanket off of herself.

"Welp, I'm going up to my room. See ya in the morning Joey boy."

Joe spends the next few minutes staring off into space in silence, going over what Tana had told him. Call it mid-Western, mama's boy values, or just plain morals, but he was furious that someone could disrespect a woman like Travis had disrespected Anna.

He couldn't imagine hurting Anna, or any woman for that matter intentionally. She was different, nothing like he had ever encountered before.

He was attracted to her confidence and success, her kindness and generosity, and their difference in upbringing and culture intrigued him.

He put himself to bed that night fantasizing about the ways he would treat Anna differently than her ex. This somehow aroused him and he ignored the urge to touch himself, at least for tonight.

One step at a time. He tells himself.

He wanted whatever might transpire between he and Anna to be organic.

Friends first. He thinks.

Whatever distrust she had in men romantically, he was determined to fix that.

#cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #au #joe burrow fan fiction #fanfiction

[memestockpile]

drive my car (2021) feel free to change as needed.

that's so weird.

want to know the rest?

don't bother coming.

i can't go on like this.

pull on your trousers.

i'm not sure if this is the right sentiment, but it was moving.

you're a strange young man.

sorry, did i wake you? you must be tired.

you'll miss your flight.

here, have some tea.

nobody knows how i feel.

i can't sleep at night from frustration and anger.

i could have attained so much from life, but it's too late now at this age.

by the time one notices it, it's often too late.

you were lucky it was diagnosed early.

hey, that could be considered verbal harrassment.

there's no use in me wanting something that you don't want.

i really do love you so much.

the silence in this room is very similar to under water.

that just means it wasn't worth remembering.

when you speak to me of love and romance, i feel like i'm in a daze.

i'm miserable. if only you knew how miserable i am.

shut up, waffles.

we found a place about an hour away.

it's an important routine for me.

this car is pretty old and has quirks.

i'm gifted and intelligent. courageous, too.

i'm sick of this nonsense.

i'll pick you up at 8am.

how coy you are.

don't talk like that. no need to swear.

you're so beautiful.

until my life comes to a natural end, i'll keep enduring it. so, you must endure yours, too.

what a stunning view.

i’m empty. there’s nothing inside of me.

she used to be a lamprey in her previous life.

hush, someone will hear you.

i might have been another schopenhauer or dostoevsky.

i feel uncomfortable knowing you're waiting in the cold.

smoke outside.

i actually sometimes do a search of your name online.

that's embarrassing.

all you have to do is say no.

i came here because i wanted to feel it again.

sex isn't the only way to get to know someone.

what's the matter? you look so glum.

please come inside.

may i invite you over for dinner?

there's no need to worry about that.

that's mean.

you don't have to be nicer to me than you are to other people.

people not understanding my words is normal for me.

do you like spicy food?

i'm sure that the truth, no matter what it is, isn't that frightening. what is most frightening is not knowing it.

oh, to flirt with a man like him and to lose oneself in his arms.

people might forget, but god will surely commend you.

does that tape creep you out now?

why are you crying?

it's nothing. i just started tearing up.

don't look at others like that. it doesn't suit you.

you should trust people, or else life becomes impossible.

as for me, i'm unimportant, like an accessory.

happiness for me doesn't exist in this world.

do play. i'd love to hear you.

don't be glib. i'm serious.

you can't control yourself very well.

i can't pretend it didn't happen.

the story leaves a bad taste.

even if you think you know someone well, even if you love that person deeply, you can't completely look into that person's heart.

if you really want to look at someone, then your only option is to look at yourself squarely and deeply.

i grew up among liars. i had to discern it or i couldn't survive.

you were caught on camera.

do you know of a place where i can think in peace?

are you willing to show me the place where you grew up?

i can go without sleeping for a day.

it’s auspicious.

i hated her, but that wasn’t the only thing i felt about her.

i was told surgery could make it less conspicuous, but i don't feel like erasing it.

if i were your father, i'd hold you around the shoulders and say, "it's not your fault. you did nothing wrong."

i was so deeply hurt, to the point of distraction.

i want to apologize. for not listening. for not being strong.

those who survive keep thinking about the dead. in one way or another, that will continue. you and i must keep living. we must keep living.

it'll be okay. i'm sure we'll be okay.

we'll live through the long, long days, and through the long nights. we'll patiently endure the trials that fate sends our way.

i strongly believe it, from the bottom of my heart, when that time comes, we shall rest.

#ask meme #inbox meme #roleplay #inbox rp meme #askbox meme #askbox #meme #rp meme #ask #roleplay meme #askbox rp #rp inbox meme #tumblr roleplay #tumblr rp #rp #roleplay sentence meme #rp sentence meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #sentence meme

[a-student-out-of-time]

Aww Papa Hajime

I'm really proud to call all you guys my parents.

Kotoko...

That's...

Thank you, Kotoko.

Thank you, Papa.

I...really don't wanna think about what would've happened if I didn't have you guys...

But it's never gonna happen now. I'm gonna be better than either of those ugly, miserable excuses for trash I used to know!

And I've got a much better one now.

*Kotoko rests her head against Hajime's chest*

You got that right.

You'll be a wonderful big sister too, Kotoko. Our kids already adore you.

Yeah. And when you guys make a baby, I'll help too!

Hey...do you think I'll be a mommy too someday?

You just had your first date, let's not get carried away.

Overprotective papa!

I know, I'm just looking out for you is all.

I know, but...I just wonder sometimes, y'know? Cuz of my HIV...

Kotoko? You've been taking your medicine, and your viral count is low. With that, you'll be able to live a long, healthy life. I'll make you always have the best medicines and best care I can provide.

And that means, if you do become a mommy, your baby will be healthy too. You have my word.

I want the best for you. Whatever you want to do, we'll be there for you.

Absolutely. Whatever makes you happy, Kotoko, you've got a lot of parents who'll always be there to help you, no matter what.

...

*Sniff* M-Mom...Papa...

I love you so much.

*The three share a group hug*

#danganronpa #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #udg #ultra despair girls #mikan tsumiki #hajime hinata #kotoko utsugi #a student out of time #DR #valentine's day arc