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thisreadswhatever · 6 months

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The Chase: Part One

Pretty Sweet

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[description]: jax teller x female reader

[wordcount]: 2.7k+

[summary]: Jax Teller is used to getting what he wants. At least that was the case before he met you.

[cw]: 18+ only minors do not interact - AU, follows some canon characters & themes but timeline is different. otherwise none yet, but stick with me, I have a smutty plan!

[authors note]: this has been really fun to write. thank you so much to this anon for requesting this idea! I plan on writing a good few parts of this.. as I am really loving writing this reader insert. if you have any ideas or suggestions on where you would like this to go, please let me know! I absolutely love getting your suggestions. I really hope you enjoy!

It had been a long sixteen hour drive. You sighed with relief as you sped past the large wooden slice, “WELCOME TO CHARMING”. You rolled your windows down, the wind blistering through your hair as you took in the warm California sun.

You turned the music up, attempting to drown out the events replaying in your head that led you here in the first place.

Charming wasn’t exactly on your bucket list of places to travel. Your parents had split a few years back, after your mom decided she could no longer handle the baggage that came with the Sons of Anarchy MC. Your Dad was an avid member of the Denver Charter, and she soon realised she couldn’t sit back and watch as he grew deeper into the Club. It was a quick and amicable divorce, made easier by the fact you were an only child and more than understanding of why the relationship had to end. You were old enough to see the pain your mom went through trying to make it work, and you knew that it was the best decision for them both. Your Dad on the other hand, never really got over it.

When your mom remarried last year, he decided to leave Colorado and transferred to the SAMCRO Charter. Charming was his home now. He’d been begging you to visit him for months, and despite the fact you were genuinely pleased that he was happy, seeing him so far from home and content without his family wasn’t something you’d looked forward too.

Charming was a small place, and from what your Dad had told you, it had never really left the seventies. Denver was the total opposite, a city full of life and people, and ever growing with new expanding chains of business. Even with the freezing winters, there was always something to do in Denver. But Charming? They barely had a population of fifteen thousand.

You had evaded the trip for as long as you could, blaming college assignments and exams for the reason you couldn’t make the drive. Now that you’d graduated, the excuses had run thin, and it was time to visit your Dad in Charming.

You pulled into the road of the address he had given you, entering a long unpaved driveway that ended on the outside of a dainty cabin. Your Dad’s bike was parked stagnant on the dirt. You dug your suitcase out from your trunk and walked up the wooden steps to the porch, bringing your hand to the door to knock. Before your knuckles could meet the wood, the door flung wide and your Dad lunged at you with open arms.

“You’re finally here!”, he squealed in excitement as he grasped you into a giant bear hug.

“‘Finally’ is right. That was a serious drive, Dad.”

He took your suitcase and carried it through the entryway. “Sure is. I’m so glad you got here safely, kiddo. Come on, let’s get you settled. You hungry? I was just about to make some lunch.”

You followed him inside as you observed the interior of the quaint, dusty cabin. “I could definitely eat.”

—

Your Dad showed you to your room and then became sidetracked from lunch, giving you a full tour of his new home and the complete low down of all things SAMCRO. He’d explained that the place was owned by the Club, but nobody ever frequented it unless they were in hiding. Your Dad was housed here for the long term, or at least until he could find something he liked better inside the Charming suburbs.

Once he’d caught you up, he made his start on lunch. You watched as he strolled throughout the kitchen, sitting patiently at the small round dining table.

“It’s a nice place, Dad. Not sure how I feel that you’re out here all alone though.”

“I’m barely here, kiddo. Spend most of my time down the Clubhouse.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to make sandwiches, dropping a piece of turkey in the process. “I can’t wait for you to meet the guys, y/n. A lot more warm than the ones up in Denver. Some of them are your age too.” He placed the plate in front of you, and you grimaced at the site. Your Dad had never claimed to be a great chef.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him politely, taking a bite and struggling to swallow down the piece of dry sandwich. “I’m sure they’re great, Dad.”

“So, how’s your mom?”

You shrugged dismissively, unsure how to broach the uncomfortable topic of the newly weds. “She’s doing well. Mike is good to her.”

He nodded. “That’s good. I’m really glad she’s happy.”

It was hard to see your Dad try to be okay with the fact that your mom had moved on. The awkward silence was interrupted by his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up from the table. “Finish lunch and we can head on out. The guys are getting together at the Clubhouse tonight, you can meet them all there.”

You knew an evening with a bunch of Californian bikers was going to be inevitable during your trip. At least you could get it over with on the first night.

“Sounds great, Dad.”

—

You weren’t thrilled to be back in the confines of your car so soon after your long road trip, but your Dad knew better than to ask you to sit on the back of his motorcycle.

You rolled the windows down of your car as you followed his bike through the winding road from the cabin. As you re-entered Charming, you passed by locally run stores and cafes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a quiet, peaceful town. But you did know better. You knew what the Club’s presence actually meant for a small community like Charming. If SAMCRO was anything similar to the Denver Charter, the underworkings of this town would be anything but quiet and peaceful.

You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, instantly drawn to the huge row of Harley motorcycles lined up on the inner bays.

Your Dad parked up and met you outside your car, telling you all about his new job in the garage as you walked together. He led you across the lot towards a small black door, entering into the SAMCRO clubhouse. It was impressive, a comfortable space with its own bar and lounge area. The place was full of MC memorabilia and pictures from the club’s long history. The furthest wall was centered by two large double doors that were surrounded by mugshots of the SAMCRO members. You had visited the Denver Clubhouse enough to know that room was where the decisions were made.

Your Dad introduced you one by one to several members that were there, a few of which he’d mentioned to you that afternoon. Bobby, Chibs, Trager, Juice and Opie all greeted you with open arms. They were extremely friendly and welcoming, just as your father had promised. The one your Dad called Trager seemed very pleased with your arrival, hugging you for a little too long. Your Dad managed to break the long embrace, pulling you away to start touring you around the building.

“Don’t get too close to that one, kiddo. He’s a little out there.”

You giggled as you nodded in agreement, “I’ll keep my distance.”

—

You sat alongside the club’s Secretary, Bobby, on a leather bench that faced out with a view of the entire room. You observed as the Clubhouse filled with more members and women, a handful of which were old ladies. The rest of them, very clearly single. Of all the members you’d met so far, Bobby had been the easiest to talk to. He clued you in on some of the Club’s legitimate businesses, Cara Cara and Red Woody Productions. You figured that’s where most of the girls came from, retired and current porn stars.

It was a little strange, and anyone else may have felt uneasy seeing their father in this kind of environment. But you were used to the life of girls and guns from growing up with a dad in a motorcycle club. The Denver Charter had its fair share of women in and out of their doors, but mainly just bartenders and the odd crow eater looking for a way in. These girls were more forward, scantily clothed, makeup on point, and obviously comfortable with their surroundings.

Bobby nudged your shoulder, regaining your attention from the party happening around you. “You know your Dad talks about you constantly. He’s so happy that you’re here, kid. We all are.”

You glanced over at your father, a huge smile forming as he collected a drink from the bar.

“He does seem happy. Just weird seeing him away from home.”

“You got a home here with us too now, y/n.” He placed his arm over you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, “we’re your family as much as we are his.”

“That’s really sweet, Bobby. Thanks.”

He pulled his arm back as he chuckled to himself, his large stomach bellowing as he laughed. “I am pretty sweet.”

Suddenly, the front door opened and a roar of drunken welcomes filled the clubhouse as two more members entered. The President of SAMCRO, Clay Morrow, walked in smiling ear to ear, hands held up as though he was a celebrity greeting his adoring fans. You’d heard a lot about Clay from your father, mainly that he was the initial sponsor for his transfer from Denver, and some remarks about what an ass he was. Behind him, a much younger member followed, embracing Opie as he entered. He was different from the other members, not totally clean cut, but you could at least tell he had showered. Not only was he bathed, he wasn’t harsh on the eyes either. You watched as he talked with Opie, his hands pushing his long blonde hair behind his ears as he spoke.

“Who’s that?” You asked Bobby, your eyes never feigning from the man.

“That’s Jax. Club’s VP.”

As you watched him converse with Opie, he suddenly glanced your way, locking eyes with you. You quickly turned away from him and back towards Bobby.

“He looks a little young to be Vice President”, you mumbled as you took a swig from your beer, still conscious that he was looking at you.

Bobby laughed, “Yeah, well, he’s a Teller. His Dad was First 9 alongside Clay and Piney Winston, Ope’s pops. Jax has been SAMCRO since he came out of the womb.”

You raised your eyebrows, glancing back over your shoulder. Jax’s attention had now been obtained by one of the Cara Cara girls. She was pulling him in by his cutte, batting her eyelashes at him as she leaned against the bar.

Bobby watched as you observed Jax. He sipped his drink, amused by your interest. “He’s known for his way with the ladies.”

You wanted to press Bobby further, but your Dad suddenly was stumbling over beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Come on over here, kid. I want you to meet my sponsor.”

“The asshole?”, you whispered to him as you stood up from the chair.

He snickered back at you, patting you on the back. “He’s having a good day.”

—

You were impressed by the brotherhood the Redwood Originals shared. It wasn’t unfamiliar to the Denver Charter, but the way the members of SAMCRO loved one another was palpable. You observed quietly throughout the night as they all ripped into each other with lighthearted banter and spilled beer all over the place. You were conflicted by the fact your Dad fit in so well here. It was painful to know he had chosen this life over one with you in Denver, but you still felt at peace knowing he had found a place in this family.

He was now slumped over a leather armchair in the lounge, snoozing after one too many beers. You nudged his shoulder, trying to wake him. “I’m gonna head back to the cabin, Dad. I’ll meet you here in the morning?”

“You sure, y/n?” He tried to stand up as he slurred, but his balance failed him, collapsing back into the seat. “I can lead you back-”

You chuckled, placing a hand on his head as he closed his eyes, “No way are you getting on a bike in this state. I remember the way.”

Tig overheard and slid himself beside you, placing an arm across your waist. “We’ll take care of him, sweetie. Don’t you worry. Get back safe, okay?”

You unwound from his grasp, collecting your bag from the coffee table as you searched through the contents for your keys. “Thanks Trager.”

A strange laugh left his throat as he watched you leave, before his face turned straight as a board. “Call me Tig.”

You said your goodbyes to the members that were sober enough to communicate, and made your way to the parking lot.

Jax Teller was sitting outside the clubhouse, journal and pencil in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door opening, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

He smiled boldly, in a way that perplexed you. Almost like he was happy to see you, even though you’d never met. He took the cigarette from his lips as he asked, “you’re Ralph’s kid, right?”

“I usually just go by y/n.”

He placed his pencil inside the journal and tucked it snug in his cutte, standing from the bench. “It’s a nice thing you’re doing, coming all this way to see him.”

You nodded, “had to make sure my Dad wasn’t living with some crazed psychopaths, you know?”

He exhaled, his lips forming a perfect O as the smoke left his lips. “Pretty sure a few of those knuckleheads could pass for psychotic”, he teased. His mouth pulled into an infectious smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Jax walked closer towards you, your bodies now inches apart. He held out an open pack of cigarettes, prompting you to take one. You shook your head, declining the offer.

“And what about you? How’s your level of sanity?”

Jax hesitated. “A work in progress.”

You smiled politely as you walked past him, making your way to the car. “Anyway, I was just leaving. Was nice meeting you.”

Jax’s brow creased in concern, “you heading to the cabin on your own?”

You looked over your shoulder to see him pacing behind you, flicking his cigarette to the cement.

“My Dad’s not exactly in riding order.”

“I can take you back.”

You stopped outside your car and turned to him, scoffing at how forward he was. “I met you thirty seconds ago.”

“So?” He shrugged.

“I don’t really think that’s appropriate.”

“I’m not asking to get in bed with you, y/n. You can ride the Harley with me and I’ll leave the second you’re in the cabin.”

You opened the car door, sliding into the seat. “Not gonna happen.”

“I won’t lay a hand on ya, darlin’,” he raised his hand up, smiling, “scouts honor.”

You pressed your lips together, suppressing yourself from giggling at his innocent gesture. “I don’t ride bikes.” You affirmed.

Jax cocked his head at you, confused at the statement. “Denver girl’s scared of bikes?”

Your eyes rolled at his assumption. “No offense, but I just met you. I’m not sure my safety is your concern.” You shut the car door, realising your window had been left ajar from the way there. You wanted to curse aloud that the good Californian weather enabled the opportunity to ride with the windows down.

Jax didn’t push further, nodding his head as he watched you settle into the driver's seat. “No offense taken.”

Jax leaned his head into the open window, resting his arms on the roof of the car. You turned the ignition, letting the engine roar to life. “Nice to meet you, Jax.”

“You too, darlin’. Will I see you again?”

You were looking directly at him, your faces parted only by the frame of the window between you. “I’m here for the week, darlin’.”

His lips pulled from ear to ear, smiling playfully as you put the gear in reverse, forcing his hands off the car as you pulled out of the parking lot. You peaked in the rear-view mirror, finding Jax still watching you drive away into the Charming night.

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captain-mj · 6 months

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Mob boss Ghost Waiter Soap Au

Soap gets a migraine at work while serving Ghost and goes to leave Ghost stops him because Soaps his favourite and is a little sus about why he’s leaving

Soap says he’s got a migraine and Ghost can either shoot him or let him go home either option would be preferable (migraines suck)

Ghost is smitten and kidnaps him (affectionate) to sleep it off in his soundproofed block out curtained room and king sized bed.

Ghosts mum used to get migraines so he knows how to help someone through them.

Hurt/comfort happy ending

I might be taking a bit of a step back from writing on here (less frequent writing but I'll answer questions/give hcs) for the next month, I'm going to be moving and trying my best to do a form of NaNoWriMo.

That being said, please still send me asks!! I'll do my best to do them!!

Ghost waited to be served. This restaurant was a personal favorite of his. Not because the food was particularly good, though it wasn't bad. It was because of his favorite waiter.

Johnny looked a tiny bit irritated to see Ghost. He walked over and stood over him. "What do you want?"

Ghost tilted his head. "That anyway to greet your favorite customer?"

Johnny sighed before plastering on a smile. There was a tension behind it, almost like a grimace. "Hey, Simon. How can I assist you today?"

Ghost tilted his head. "My usual is just fine. And a black coffee."

Johnny nodded and walked away, stumbling a tiny bit. He looked a bit pale as he came back to pour a cup of coffee for him.

Ghost watched him through his eyelashes. "Love, you alright?"

Johnny huffed at him. "I'm fine, sir. Don't worry." He accidentally spilled the coffee, hands shaking slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry." He grabbed napkins and started to fix the mess.

Ghost took it from him. "I got it. Don't worry about it, darling."

Johnny nodded and left.

A different waiter appeared to bring Ghost his food and he smiled. That fake customer service smile Ghost hated. He understood it was part of their job and he'd never judge them for it, but he hated it. A lot.

"Who are you?"

"Your waiter wasn't available to bring your order so I took over for you. I know he's your fa-"

"No. Why did he leave?"

The waiter was starting to get nervous, glancing at Ghost's hips like he had a gun on him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ghost, sir. Soap wasn't feeling well and"

Ghost waved his hand and stood. He noticed Johnny walking past and perked up. He followed him quickly. "Johnny."

"Simon." Johnny whined, looking even more pale. "Please. I have a migraine. I know you like having me as your waiter, but I'm in no condition to work. And one day, I'm not going to be working here and where will you be? Huh?" He huffed at him.

Ghost shrugged. "Well, what's wrong?"

Johnny frowned. "Migraines. I get them sometimes. Now, please, sir, I'm le-"

Ghost put his arm around him, easily pulling him into his side. He lowered his voice to a hush. "Why didn't you say so, love?" He gently tugged him along. "I'll give you a ride."

Johnny relaxed immediately. "Oh, thank god. I did not want to handle the bus like this." He knew Ghost wouldn't hurt him. It would disrupt their Tuesday routine of Ghost coming in and seeing his favorite waiter. Perhaps, if he was a bit more clear headed, he'd think about the potential ramifications of being seen with a local mob boss who was known for being short tempered and dangerous. But for now, the idea of a car ride, hopefully with the ac on blast and no music.

Ghost helped him into the backseat of his car. Johnny expected him to get in the driver's seat, but instead he climbed in with him. Someone else started to drive.

Some very soft piano music, just loud enough to drown out the gentle roar of the engine, was playing and Johnny decided that was alright. He tried to stay sitting despite the pounding growing in his temples and behind his eyes.

Ghost reached over, being very slow with his movements. Instead of speaking, afraid his voice would be too loud, he simply led him to lay down with his head in Ghost's lap.

Johnny whined. "Simon."

"Shh, Johnny. I got you." Ghost gently ran his fingers through his hair before finding one of the pressure points he remembered helped his mom. With a great amount of care and love, Ghost dug his fingers in and started to rub in gentle circles.

Johnny whined and went to fight him back before the relief started to seep in and he melted. "Fuck that's good."

Ghost grinned. He started with an area right behind his temples and then towards the back of his head. Once he felt he couldn't do much more there, he moved further down to his shoulders, specifically the place between them. Johnny's eyes fluttered as his body fully relaxed.

The car drove in circles until Johnny fell asleep. Ghost wanted plausible deniability about not knowing where Johnny lived. He picked him up in a bridal carry and brought him inside.

His room had black out curtains with sound proofed walls anyway, so it made sense to bring Johnny to his room. He put him in his bed and sat in a chair nearby. After a bit of thought, he decided not to smoke. The smell might make it worse.

Ghost kept a mini fridge in his room that luckily had some water bottles in it. He'd just have to wait for Johnny to wake up.

Johnny looked so peaceful. A little lamb. He relaxed more and snuggled into the blankets, sleeping peacefully.

He only got about an hour before a flare up woke him up. Ghost watched him with great interest. Despite the black out curtains, there was just a sliver of light in the room where Ghost had left it a cracked. Just enough for him to be able to see.

Johnny looked up in confusion before seeing him. He had a little color back in his face.

Ghost stood up and started to get closer. Johnny scrambled back from him. As if Ghost would ever raise a hand to him.

Quietly, he got him a drink and grabbed him by his ankle, pulling him closer easily.

"Here ya go." He handed him the bottle, watching the realization and then the embarrassment on Johnny's face. "Fell asleep before I thought to grab your address. I didn't want to go through your stuff."

Johnny looked at him for a moment before laughing, almost immediately wincing when he did. "You did it on purpose. I know you did."

"That's the store you'll tell everyone."

Johnny nodded. "Yes, sir. You keep all your guest rooms this dark?"

"You're not in a guest room."

Johnny looked up. "Not expecting any favors right?" Ghost must've looked as affronted as he felt because Johnny smiled. "Nah. Of course not. You're a nice guy."

Ghost hummed. "Most definitely not that." He closed the minifridge and then fixed the curtain, plunging them in to complete darkness. "I can leave, if you'd feel more comfortable."

"Can you do the thing with your hands again?"

Ghost didn't answer in words, just went over to him and shifted them around. He got in the bed with him and started to massage him gently. "There you go. I got you."

Johnny melted into him like putty. "Thank you."

"Course. Maybe you could stay for dinner."

"You keep doing this and absolutely I can."

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spadesolace · 8 months

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drag me down: fool for you

synopsis: you've seen it all, from family problems to being accused of cheating, and bullying... what more can you handle when the girl you love hates your guts?

warning/s: bullying, parental absence, honestly just full on perspective of y/n.

words: 1.8k

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You’ve seen it all.

The fact that your own distant relatives fight for the claims of your family’s hard work, the way your parents are always gone and going on business trips, or the very fact that the girl you like hates your guts.

Your parents decided that it would be safe never to expose you and your sister to the public unless you choose to partake in the family business. That conversation has not seen the light of day, and you choose to keep it that way. The other reason is that your very own relatives try to drag your name down. Jealousy, hunger for power, and mostly greed, was the driving factor.

Although given the circumstances, all you could do is understand your parents. The rare occurrences that they’re at home, giving you gifts from their travels ranging from books to puzzles, up until when you hit highschool they settled on giving you practical gifts, one that is the best of the best. That doesn’t mean your request for books regarding the business and law of each country they visit is looked upon. Somehow those interests made your parents provide even more than what you requested, a few lego sets so as to not make it feel as if you’re slowly becoming an adult.

It was compensation for missing your childhood years, holidays spent alone in the gigantic mansion you call home, watching home alone and wishing to do the same thing as Kevin. The definition of family is blurry when you never felt it with your own, yet you’re glad Jihyo’s family came through. All of the relatives residing within the village have collectively helped to raise you, from playing games, experiencing grazing your knee on the floor from playing chase with your cousins, and opening gifts on christmas day. Forever grateful for your relatives that wishes you nothing but peace and safety.

At the age of 10, it was as if your prayers were heard, your mother was pregnant with Hyejoo. For two years, the Parks were complete, business trips were handled by their right hand man, home cooked meals when you come home from school, and them actually helping you with your homeworks. It was bliss, you felt it being a true family, even being scolded made it feel like the real deal. Around the same time, a girl in your class had become your friend.

With the absence of your parents, it was a common topic going around that you were abandoned, an orphan, which led to bullies. Some days, it was just a few words thrown at you, but it was the first that you were cornered, the mischievous look, the scissors in their hands. Who knew grade schoolers could be dangerous. That was until a girl around your age alerted the closest teacher there was seeing the scenario slowly unfold. Luckily there was no harm done to you or else your parents would have sued the group of kids’ parents. The girl in front of you offered her hand, a soft smile yet worry was evident in her face.

“Hi. I’m Seol Yoona. What’s your name?” It was the first time you’ve heard her speak, despite sitting next to each other for days.

“Uh… my name is Park YN.” Sullyoon, your best friend, the first person you knew you could trust with your life. For years, you were together, she was keeping you safe as you provided the extra protection that is your bodyguard.

High school started, things turned for the worst, Hyejoo grew up with no parental figure, Sullyoon transferred schools, and you’re back to being alone. Weird part of it all, that was when you started showing interest in business, specifically in cafes. First year of high school consisted of doing extracurriculars, such as debate club, soccer; and going to Blueming cafe to work on brewing, baking, and the business aspect of it all. It was peace, Hyejoo kept you company at home, letting your inner child out as you took care of her.

There was something missing, a conversation you had with Jihyo. Sullyoon wasn’t there to keep you company, even if she had free time, she would stay at your place and play with Hyejoo, updating you on life. Jihyo cared for you so deeply that she was willing to help you with your dilemma without you knowing how it happened.

You never knew how Jihyo managed to convince your parents to let you transfer schools, but clearly she was doing some investigation on the students in your batch. In your second year of high school, you met Chaewon on your first day. She was older than you, a bit feisty, but she was fun to be with as you conversed about your experience in your old school. Slowly, you met Yunjin, Chaewon’s best friend and partner in mischief, the first friend you met who can speak english. Lastly was Kazuha and Eunchae, you were invited to lunch by Yunji. You were glad that orientation gave you a chance to spend your first week with the four.

Although you sometimes visited cafe to hone your brewing and latte art skills, that was where you met Sakura. Aside from Sullyoon, she was the second person who knew of your family, it’s the least she could do while studying and doing part-time in a foreign country. That was how your small circle came to be, Sullyoon was your classmate again, gained new friends you could trust without it being a connection from your parents.

Once the actual classes started for your new school, your eyes laid upon the most beautiful girl you’ve seen aside from your friends, she had your attention.

Pham Hanni, a pretty name for a pretty girl.

Luckily for you, Park and Pham weren’t that far off. Despite introducing yourself already in front of the class, you still did it. They did say first impressions leave an impact.

“Hi, I’m Park Y/N.”

“Pham Hanni.”

You believed that things could get better, that Pham Hanni could be your friend and someone you could trust. She’s pretty, smart, and immediately caught your heart. Messing with her was fun, from lowkey trying to one up her, joining her extracurriculars just to be close to her, and always sitting next to her despite it having no seating arrangements. For you, it was all fun and games with a hint of flirtatious banter because Pham Hanni has you wrapped around her finger.

Things couldn’t get any better but all hopes and dreams were shattered from a single rumour, a single accusation, all of it coming from her mouth.

“Just admit it, Y/N! YOU CHEATED!” Does she hate you that much to accuse you of such things? It’s not in your character to cheat or anything that would possibly bring your name down, despite the absence of your parents, you had a good upbringing. But this accusation was a bit too much for you.

Weeks of multiple discussions with the Prefect of Discipline and the Principal. Only led to one conclusion, you were innocent as to who planted the information, it was still left for discussion. From there on, you avoided her at all cost, sure sitting next to her isn’t completely avoiding her but you had no other choice. If it weren’t for the rumours you heard of people planning on bullying Hanni or the fact someone had already done it, you would have continued to ignore her.

Hanni never knew what could have happened if you didn’t talk to her.

Hanni never knew of your feelings since your first meeting.

Hanni never knew that you’ve fallen for her.

Even when she clearly showed her distaste for you, or how little she cares, somehow you still managed to stay and celebrate every time you two would hit a milestone. In every card you had given her, each states your appreciation for the girl, and hints of your feelings. There were no clear signs that she had read it but it was better to assume she hadn't.

So, you were out of it when Hanni showed signs of possibly reciprocating your feelings. The sudden call at 3 in the morning to tell Sullyoon everything, asking her to come over (to which she agreed only if you were going to pick her up). One of the little things you’re grateful for is that your parents had put you to driving school as soon as possible.

“You seriously better have a good explanation as to why we’re going out this late.” Sullyoon will always be your best friend, the only person you trust the most. Taking a sip of your hot chocolate as the climate slowly becomes colder as the year comes to an end, you could only look at Sullyoon with sadness in your eyes.

“I like Hanni.”

“Ok, this is indeed a good explanation. What happened? Are you ok?”

Clearly, you weren’t. Pham Hanni occupied your mind and heart and it's getting concerning to the point where you do feel the pain whenever she talks to Jungwon. The jealousy and knowing damn well that you don’t have the right to feel that way. So, no, you’re not ok.

Sullyoon listened to your rant, to how you’ve liked Hanni since sophomore year, so stopping a possible bullying from happening, to giving her letters in your anniversaries, and from the pain of seeing her with Jungwon. By the time you’re done, there are tears in your eyes as your hot chocolate is forgotten and you’re shivering from the cold.

“All this time, you never hated her?” You shook your head, not a single ounce of grudge or hatred for Hanni was in your blood.

“Even after being accused of cheating?”

“Sunoo already got his punishment for that, he was just intimidated by me taking his spot.”

Your best friend was aware of the rumours but you confirmed everything to her. Spilling your guts as if you have no other choice, growing tired of lying and keeping those feelings to yourself. She could only understand the situation; Sunoo had planted the idea that maybe the reason you transferred was because you cheated on your exams and got caught to the point supervision was needed. It pained Sullyoon to hear that, to be blamed for something she knows you would never do.

“Hanni almost got bullied because of that, if she got hurt then… there’s no one else to blame but myself.”

Years of bottled up emotions are finally out in the open, a conversation with your best friend and the moon. And maybe you were indeed a fool, falling for someone who showed little to no interest until the night before…

You were really out of it as Hanni continued to fill your thoughts and heart.

#newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #newjeans #hanni #newjeans hanni #nwjns #pham hanni #hanni pham #hanni x reader #hanni imagines #drag me down #dmd!yn

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I love the Unicron "I guess I'm a Sire now" au, like I adore it. But also I vibe the au "humans are other and terrifying, borderline uncanny valley to bots " line of thought......sooooooo, hear me out:

Unicorn sees his offspring: they are very tiny and deceptively weak (at least in comparison to his brother creations), so he decides to meddle and gives us a boon, he changes us....a bit. Maybe he starts with the little ones (to him we are little ones) that are closest to the conflict: the tfp kids + associated humans, and giving it a test trial before moving to humanity as a whole

They still look as humanly possible, but its obvious that they are very other to an external expectator (even to other humans). But one thing is for sure, he made them into predators using human skin...

He builds them stronger, faster and more cunning than ever before, with superior senses. More resilient to the trials of time and less prone to injury or disease (giving his children immortality is anathema to him; chaos brings the possibility of change, which is inherent to them as much it is to him). He re-makes them with a general idea, but gives them a singular extra gift, to make them unique between each other, and as proof of his care snd devotion, but not su much as to isolate them from each other...

If ever asked, he will deny the possibility of partaking in favouritism like his brother. And yet, its a fact that he holds his most favored very close to his core (aka: the tfp kids, much to Papa Op infinite dismay). His children have faced dangers beyond the capabilities, and still, they have percevered despite all odds being against them, and he couldn't be any prouder (he knows that his kids will bring down empires if given the chance, well...HE WILL GIVE IT TO THEM)

In simpler words: I want the kids to become wholly other cause of Father Unicorn meddling, their reactions (and the bots + cons reactions)

This idea is FANTASTIC! I'm mad at myself for not writing for it sooner! Dang. Well I will try to make up for it with my work! Let's see how this turns out. I've always been a bit fan of cosmic horror and uncanny valley type situations. They are fun to write about.

Previous part here.

Not Quite Human Anymore

It was not his wish originally to change his creations. They had adapted and evolved just fine on their own without his interference. However now that Primus's children were involved, things were different. The playing field needed to be evened once Primus's children inevitably failed to protect his in a moment of hesitation or a lapse of judgement. Unicron refused to watch his children perish to forced that were unnatural to their world. They were HIS creations, and they would die in a manner he saw fit, not as victims to Primus's creations ridiculous war.

Thus while he used his avatar to keep an eye on the children who were most affected by Primus's creations, Unicron began to think and plan. He observed Primus's creations, he saw what they gained and what they lacked. He saw their mentalities and watched how they behaved. Then he observed his own children, watching how they preferred to act and what would suit them best.

It took months of careful planning, he couldn't risk hurting his little ones after all. However once he had come up with a plan he liked, he looked to his three most affected children and decided to use them to test his newest alteration. He had never done this to any of his creations, so they would be the first. If all went well, they would be leaps and bounds ahead of the rest of humanity, his little heralds. But if things went south, they would have Primus's creations to guard them, especially the Prime that seemed to taken with them.

Thus very quietly, Unicron began to act. He twisted the essence of the children, molding their flesh, their senses, and their minds to better endure the presence of Primus's eternal creations. It was a slow process, one that had the children growing taller rapidly. The team and the adult humans wrote it off as growth spurts kicking in... right up until they just kept growing. Jack reached a startling eight feet and didn't even seem to be suffering for it. Miko stopped at around seven feet, and Rafael at six. They towered over their peers and didn't even end up being disproportionate in any way.

They were taken to doctors and had Ratchet look over them when they began to start developing other adjustments. Their teeth sharpened, their eyes restructured entirely to be able to see in almost any light condition, and their sensory capabilities skyrocketed to the point of being on par with the bots. Their skin evidently became tougher, not invincible and still very capable of bruising but far less likely to tear. Their immune systems shot up in ability, warding off any and all diseases that weren't severe and lessening the pains of those that were meant to kill. They became faster, able to jump farther, last longer, and more importantly, their reaction times became increadible.

Overall they looked largely the same, if not for the fact that they were now the size of smaller minicons. The only other noticeable difference in them beyond their leap in capability was Rafael's new agility to sense fields, Miko's near total resistance to climate changes besides the worst of temperatures, and Jack's ability to handle pressure changes and hold his breath without fainting or being crushed. The children were rightly panicked, June and Fowler especially so. For the children's safety and to keep the government off them, they were kept with the bots until Ratchet could figure things out.

The team were startled and confused more than anything else when it came to the children, especially as their abilities became more obvious after their run in's with the Cons. Optimus nearly had a spark attack when Jack ended up flying high into the air after grabbing ahold of Laserbeak during battle and being carried off. He was retrieved but Optimus was expecting to find a corpse with how fast and how high the cassette had gone. Instead he found Jack right as rain clinging to Laserbeak's back as the cassette landed on the ground again. He nearly had a similar breakdown when Miko went through a groundbridge without them knowing that led straight to the Arctic. He once again expected to find a body, instead finding Miko rather unconcerned sitting in the snow building an igloo. As for Rafael? He didn't panic when the boy began asking why he was sad even when he was masking it, no instead he focused on helping Rafael figure out his gift if only so that it didn't overwhelm him.

The children startled Optimus, but he loved them all the same even if he had a vague inkling as to what was happening to them.

Ratchet straight up thought they were creepy. He still cared for the children and often found himself staring and running tests, but they worried him. He grew especially more concerned when after the children seemed to settle into their abilities, reports from around the globe began turning up pointing towards humans everywhere gaining a few extra inches and having an increase in strength, skill, and will.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack worried for the children but found their changes more relieving than anything else. Now the kids would be safer and less likely to die from random things that even their sparklings could endure. They found it especially fun to start chucking small lob balls (softly) at the children only to watch Jack or Miko catch it and toss it back. Bumblebee was also relieved, if a tad worried, but mainly took the changes in stride. He had a grand old time setting the children on his shoulders and not having to worry about them as much. Arcee was concerned and took little joy in the changes with how distressed they made the children in the beginning. Most of her time went toward trying to help them adapt while Ratchet tried to figure everything out.

The Decepticons didn't know all the details, but when the children did turn up on the battlefield, they found the vermin harder and harder to kill. A blaster shot just wasn't enough anymore, especially with that squirrel targeting them as well. Of course they grew more and more concerned about the whole thing when they too began noticing the reports of humanity changing into something... other. It reeked of divine influence and they began watching the children more closely to see if they could figure it out.

Unicron for his part simply began his work in relative silence. To ease the transition he sang to his children, every last one of them. During dreams he gave them visions of what they could do with their newfound frames. When they grew fearful he would hum softly to them in their minds through the bonds he forged through his touch. The humans didn't even know it was him, nor did they "hear" his song. But their souls knew him for what he was, their maker.

He tried not to play favorites, but he adored his three heralds. They were gifted, special, and so very unique. Not only that, but they had Optimus wrapped around their fingers. He adored them, and as he watched them grow and learn, he could see their ambitions and their drive. He would give them to the world.

Thus in dreams he sang to them. He showed them all they could be. And just to spite Optimus because he knew the Prime knew he was the one behind the changes, he became more bold with his usage of power around them, showing them marvels and warping the world to his desire.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #team prime #tfp kids #unicron #unicron is a dad au #unicron loves his kiddos as always #gotta make sure they cant get turned into paste by alien robots #honestly half of what he does is to spite primus

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my love when it counted. 07

summary: With the approach of Wrestle Kingdom and his match with Ospreay, Kenny has to deal with both his feelings for you and his fears that his glory days may have come to an end. However, when he is leaving to Japan, he gets a big surprise as he sees you on the same plane as him. It just so happens that you too were going to Wrestle Kingdom. pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 8440 warning: we going with the angst tag again babes, sorry, also mentions of blood, general wrestling violence and the effects it can have on the body so, it seems chonckster is a common trait of these chapters now, sorry I wasn't planning this. this one goes from well that happened to kenny don't to aaaaawww to strangely horny to sad, that's how I'd describe it. I swear the next one will have a sweeter ending. guest staring mercedes moné and will ospreay. originally, it was going to guest star okada too, but it got too big so we see him in the next one.

07.

The days following the Christmas party passed almost in a flash to Kenny. You’d left his home on Sunday and - after a mental breakdown in the shower - he managed to follow his previously determined plan. He worked himself to the bone in the gym and sure, maybe a small part of his brain reminded him that this wasn’t good for his health, but he needed it. Any pause was a chance for his mind to run a mile a minute, digging old pains and finding new ones. He needed the exhaustion to be able to just sit down in peace, and hopefully even get some sleep when night came. Kenny knew he couldn’t outrun his feelings, but he might as well try.

And so he did, pushing himself until his mind was barely coherent and every muscle and joint in his body were begging for mercy. Only then did he stop, almost finding relief in the pain as he dragged himself to a peaceful shower. Or a mostly peaceful one. Sure, he was too tired to overthink things this time, but he still couldn’t deny the messy state of his emotions. Between realizing he loved you and finding that goddamned ring, things weren’t quite so easy for him. Still, he tried hard to push these thoughts to the back of his mind and silence the ruckus of his heart.

It didn’t work quite as well, though. When Kenny sat down after his shower, ready to watch something completely stupid to numb his mind before he could sleep, he decided to check his phone. That’s when he saw a message from an unknown number. Opening it, he saw the photo, it was you. For a second, he just stared at your picture, not even reading the damn message. Tiny as it was, that was probably the first real glimpse he’d have of your life outside of work. It was also the first time in years that you had made any contact with him outside work. He had no idea how you’d even gotten his number

When Kenny finally read the message, he saw that it was essentially a thank you for the things he’d done the previous night. It was short but sweet, and you also reiterated how you were actually glad for his apology and how you hoped that you two could actually be friends. It also responded to his initial question. You said you’d gotten his contact from Nick, who had sent it to you so that you could thank Kenny. For a moment his mind went to how Nick, despite his nonchalant behavior, had been of more help in getting things to solve themselves than Matt, who had actually been trying. Damn, he was sure Matt would never hear the end of that himself.

It took some time for Kenny to know how to answer the message, laying on his couch just looking at the letters on the screen as he felt his heart making a ruckus again. Ultimately, he just ended up answering with something simple after giving up on thinking too hard about it. That night, he still laid awake in bed for a few minutes before he finally closed his eyes. The sleep that came to him was filled with a strange bittersweet calm, but at least it was a peaceful one.

He woke up on Monday feeling rested and less anxious. The morning sun shining through the windows brought him a soft sense of tranquility. He looked through his phone while still in bed, part of him wanting to see a message from you, though there was obviously none. His heart still ached a bit and his thoughts kept slipping back to you, but he managed to push through and follow his routine. Taking a shower, he prepared to go for a morning run. But before he left his room, he paused for a second, eyes looking at the bedside table as he tied his shoes.

That morning, Kenny changed the path of his run, making a route far from his common one. When he felt far enough from home, he threw the ring in the first river he could find. Let the waters carry the thing away, let them take this unhealthy attachment he was keeping to a past that wouldn’t return. He was a different person now, and so were you, and that thing belonged to a time long gone. It was better off this way. He almost felt lighter and more at peace.

Though, when Kenny came back home, his peace was quickly gone. He was scrolling through instagram while having breakfast when he saw a picture of you. And not one from a match, but from the party. It was in Nick's stories, the picture had you and him making some silly pose, and it had come from your account. That was the first Kenny had seen of your account in years, since your break up to be specific. You’d been pretty quick to just block him, no access to anything but your work on TV. To see this now could only mean one thing.

For a second he wondered if he should do what he was about to, finger hovering over the picture as he thought. Kenny knew he shouldn’t do it, he should just let this be and not feed the aching desire in his heart. Looking through your pictures would only make it yearn for something he couldn’t have. He should just let the damn thing starve, and maybe he could hope to be free. Though, he knew his chances looked slim. In the end, curiosity got the best of him, finger clicking on the photo as he bit on his bottom lip.

Looking through your profile felt weird to him. A strange reminder of how much of your life you lived without him ever hearing about it. Of all the people you knew in common, while your words still seemed galaxies apart. The first picture was the one he’d seen from the party, and even pulling such a stupid face, you still looked gorgeous. There were a couple more of you and Nick or Matt - mostly Nick, which made sense, you had always been pretty close to him.

There were also plenty of pictures of you on the beach. Kenny remembered clearly just how much you liked the sea and the sun, always taking any opportunity to spend a day out near the water. He had no idea how much he’d missed the sight of you, wet hair and bright eyes as your skin glistened under the sunlight. You were too damn beautiful, bikini framing your body as the water only worked to highlight your features. He couldn’t deny the effect the photos had on him, blood rushing downwards before he scrolled to go through your other pictures. He watched the shifts in your appearance and all the things that happened in your life that he never knew.

Afterward, Kenny decided to check your stories, sure, you could see he had looked, but he was past caring at this point. There were some pictures of the party, of you with Nick and others with Willow. There were also pictures of what looked like a small coffee shop - and of course a picture of your food. The next ones had already been taken at night in a bar. He saw a picture of you with Willow and one of your table, behind all the food and drinks he could see two other pairs of hands. The one in front of you he couldn’t recognize, but the one to your side seemed oddly familiar. His suspicion would be confirmed when the next thing rolled around.

It was a slightly shaky video, you were filming what seemed to be Alex Reynolds singing - badly - in the bar’s karaoke. Though, that wasn’t what caught Kenny’s attention. In the background, despite the owner not being visible, he could hear a booming voice he knew all too well. It was Adam. The next video to come only confirmed it to him, it had been shot from the table again, looking over the karaoke stage. This time it was you, singing with Adam. With a swipe of his finger he left the video, screen going back to your profile. For a long second he stayed still staring at your picture, trying to ground himself to it. Swallowing hard, he pressed the follow button before looking away from his phone.

Kenny tried not to think about the burn in his mind. Tried to think of anything but the jealousy rising in his gut. He forced his mind to wander away from those, and he couldn’t help but think back to all the photos he’d seen. How he’d spied with curious eyes as the changes in your life unfolded before him. In the years you had become such a different person. Kenny had watched you from afar backstage a couple of times, in awe at how you’d become a more open person, despite the edge in your voice. You’d become stronger, more sure of yourself, more free, in and out of the ring. He knew the photos only told part of your story, but he tried to piece together what he could from them.

He stopped in contemplation, looking back to your face on the screen. Truth is, he still loved you when you left, but that person wasn’t here anymore. But he still liked what you became. What he knew of you from the bits and pieces he could put together. From seeing you around backstage, seeing how you interacted with people, places, the job you had dedicated your life to. From hearing your voice through the walls and corners, cold rage or warm laughter. Even from how you acted around him, unafraid, unwilling to back down and always true to how you felt.

Kenny had grown to love this new you. This wild, untamed thing that filled every space it entered with its presence. All this seemed stupid, you’d never even given him a chance, but his heart didn’t care. It took the old love and changed it, tore it down to use as the building blocks of something new. Something that gnawed at his sore chest like a starving animal, while filling him with warmth at the simple sight of your smile. A love he knew would probably die without an answer, but his heart just didn’t care. Putting the phone down, Kenny drank the last of his coffee before getting up. He couldn’t let his heart stop his life, no matter how much it tried.

Time moved fast as December came to an end. Christmas passed, and New Years came and went, all the while, the ache in his heart only dulled, but never faded. Through these days he heard more from you, you’d replied to his message, and you even managed to maintain some conversation. It made Kenny happy to see that you were truly willing to mend these fences, truly willing to try and forgive him. On many days, he didn’t feel like he was deserving of that chance, deserving of your forgiveness. But he knew that wasn’t his call to make. So he tried to make the best of this chance, trying to build a new bridge where he’d burnt down the old one.

The year had barely started when Kenny found himself in a California airport, getting ready to make a long trip again. He’d gone to visit Matt and Nick before getting ready for a flight that would take about half a day. Wrestle Kingdom was just around the corner and that meant he had to go back to Japan for his match against Ospreay. Go back to a place he knew, now more than ever, would bring to the surface old memories and stab at his already aching heart. He had been trying to get ready for a while, he knew he’d need to be in his best state of mind if he wanted to win this fight. And by god, he needed to win it, to prove to himself that there was still a fire burning within him.

When Kenny got to the airplane, he managed to quickly find his place and sit down, the plane was mostly empty, so boarding had been easy. His flight had been booked near nine in the morning, a time people rarely choose for a trip this long. The good side of this is that an empty plane meant a peaceful flight. Relaxing on his seat, he pulled his phone from his pocket to mindlessly scroll while he waited for people to finish boarding, so the plane could take off.

Pretty soon he found himself looking through your stories again. The first one was from earlier that morning, but the next was from not even twenty minutes before. It was in an airport. An airport that seemed oddly familiar to the one he was in right now. The next picture had been taken not even five minutes before, it was the view from a large window, a plane taking over most of the background. A plane with the name of the same company he was flying with. A text on the bottom of the photo read ‘off to the other side of the world, I guess’.

A thought crossed Kenny’s mind, but he couldn’t actually believe it. No, it couldn’t just be that. Still, since the plane hadn’t taken off yet, he got up from his seat, looking around through the scattered people in the seats. And sure enough, it was exactly as he had thought. To his surprise, he spotted you sitting on the row by the other side of the plane, not too far from him, actually. Getting up quickly, he tried to make his way silently to where you were, sitting by your side as you were distracted looking out the window.

“Thought you had said you’d never go back to Japan?” He asked, not at all surprised by the scared yelp he got in return.

“Holy shit, Kenny! Jesus fucking Christ, my heart,” you gasped, words hushed and breathless. He chuckled, muttering an apology as you recovered your breath before responding. “I’m gonna let you know I meant it. But a friend of mine is going to Wrestle Kingdom, and she invited me to go. It’s Mercedes Moné, by the way. She gave me more of an ultimatum than an invitation, even bought my plane tickets and everything.”

“Though luck I see,” Kenny replied, voice low as he made himself comfortable in the seat. “But I thought you knew I’d be at Wrestle Kingdom, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Guess I just didn’t think much of it,” you state with a shrug, “only person I really remember telling it was Nick.”

Kenny paused for a second, thinking about how he had just seen Nick and the man hadn’t told him anything about that. Not even a single mention. He could fucking guess why, though. He knew very well what Nick was like.

“Well, I hope you have a good time at least,” he said with a shrug. “And how is that ankle?”

“Much better,” your eyes perked up with the words, he had noticed you weren’t wearing the brace, and it was good to know you were doing better. “Got rid of the brace right before New Years, which was nice, but the doctor said I still need like two weeks before he can clear me.”

“Two weeks will pass in no time, you’ll see,” Kenny replied, smile tugging at his lips at the news. “But I’m glad to know you are getting better.”

“Thanks,” you responded with a smile of your own. “So, ready for your big match?”

“As ready as I can be, I guess,” Kenny tried to hide the worry in his words but failed, his smile twitching at the thought of the match.

“Do I sense some hesitation?” you asked cautiously, tone gentle and calm.

“Ah,” he hesitated, afraid of what you’d think of him, of how you’d see him if you just knew how tense that match made him feel. He was afraid of not really being able to make it through, and now he also feared what you’d think of him for it. But in the end, he chose to be honest. “This is pretty much my first big singles match after the injuries. I stayed out for almost a year, guess my blood is running cold, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” he watched your smile drop as you spoke, brows furrowing as you hesitated for a moment. “I had a back injury a few years back, needed a couple surgeries and all. Had to stay like six months away. Nothing compared to how long you stayed out, sure, but,” you stopped, sighing long and deep before you continued. “I know how hard it can be to actually come back.”

“Shit, I,” Kenny paused mid sentence, breath caught in his throat, this was the first he’d heard of that, “had no idea.”

“Really?” You laugh, amused at how he didn’t know. “Still got a scar on my spine to prove, I’ve just accepted that that one isn’t fading. But yeah, those six months were hell, I hated every single second of it. And afterward I spent the next three months fighting with this weight on my mind,” as you told that story he couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes almost wavered, brows furrowed as your gaze fell to the empty space behind him, almost like you were lost in the memories. “I guess it just takes a while for you to really feel like you are back,” you shrug, giving him a small smile at the end.

“That sounds really terrible. I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he almost mutters, voice low and somber as his hand instinctively touches your shoulder in a show of support.

“It’s nothing that you haven’t experienced yourself, but thanks,” you smile back at him, a sparkle returning to your eyes.

Seeing your face light up again makes Kenny’s heart feel lighter, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your arm before it leaves the warmth of your skin. Just the idea of you going through anything similar to what he went sends shivers down his spine. He remembered how impatient you could be, how much you hated it whenever you had to wait for the doctor’s clearance before you could fight. Six months sounded like a long time for anyone, but god, he could clearly imagine just how torturous it was to you.

“Besides, I’m here aren’t I?” You add, voice brighter this time. “Back to jumping from high places and putting myself in danger,” you pause, expression softening as you lay a hand on his forearm, touch firm but soft. “Listen, I know saying don’t worry sounds hollow but just put some faith in your body. If you’ve gotten to this point, it is because it carried you here. So, just put your trust in it and I know you are gonna obliterate this match.”

You punctuate your words by squeezing his forearm, thumb caressing his skin. Kenny smiles back to you, heart racing inside his chest as you look him in the eyes. He was glad for the kind words, his fears driven back to the corners of his head, sure to be kept at bay for at least the rest of the flight. When you take your hand away from him, he immediately misses your touch, the soft warmth it brought to him. This time, instead of wishing he could hold you, it’s the opposite. His heart yearns for the return of your touch, wishing you could hold him, chase away the doubts that hunt his mind. But he knows better than to dwell on that dream too long.

He thanks you for the support and changes subject, trying his best to keep his racing heart at bay. It’s best if you never learn of it, best if he just keeps it quiet. You two spend a good time talking, keeping each other company through the lengthy flight. This was the first time Kenny had been with you since that morning after the Christmas party. You had both kept in touch through messages, but it was good to actually be in your presence again, to be able to sit by your side and laugh together almost like you could before. It was a nice change of pace, and one he wouldn’t mind having more of.

After a while, you ended up falling asleep while you two watched one of the in-flight movies. The sight tugged at Kenny’s heart like nothing before. The softening of your features as your chest slowly rose and fell with each breath soothed him to his core. Sure, he’d seen you asleep after the party, but now, without the fear of how hurt you were or how you’d react when you woke up, it seemed even cuter. Pulling his coat that he’d left on the chair beside him, Kenny covered you, careful not to wake you up. In time, he too fell into unciousness, and there, by your side, he had the most peaceful sleep he’d gotten in a couple of weeks.

The flight to Japan ended up going easier than you expected. It was surprising to see Kenny on the same plane as you, but it ended up being something good. You had always hated long flights, it wasn’t anything about being afraid of flying, you just despised being stuck in the same tiny space for so long. In the end, having his company made things a lot easier. It was nice, not having that fierce hatred for him anymore. A side of you still feared if you’d made the right decision but, truth be told, there were still aspects of him that you had missed. You were happy to see that some of those still remained, but that he’d changed enough that his flaws no longer made even the good things unbearable. It was strange to admit, but if this version of Kenny had been the one you met years ago, things could have gone very differently.

The day after your flight, you met with Mercedes at the Tokyo Dome in the afternoon. Wrestle Kingdom would take place the next night, and she had to go see the installations and get acquainted with the place. You’d forgotten just how big that arena could be, how vast and almost overwhelming it could seem from the inside. And seeing it like it was now, almost completely ready for the show, it was easy to forget that it was actually a baseball stadium too. When you two finished looking through the place, she took you to get some backstage credentials, just so you could go meet her after her debut. But when you got there, you discovered that Kenny had already put your name on the list. Like you imagined, Mercedes refused to let you live this down.

When the night of the event finally came around, you tried to make your way to the arena earlier. This way you could avoid the crowd as much as possible and be able to meet Mercedes before the matches started. She’d managed to get you front row seats, which you were more than glad for. You spent the pre-show with her, only going to your seat when the pre-show was coming to a close. The only things you were really interested in seeing that night were the Women’s Championship, Mercedes’ debut, Kenny’s match and Okada’s one at the end.

Soon after you found your place the first match started, it was the Tag Team Championship. Although you didn’t much care about it, it was a fun fight to watch. New Japan had always been entertaining, never a dull event, so you didn’t have much to complain about. It didn’t take long for the Women’s Championship match to start. This was an even better match than the previous one, there was denying that through your time in WWE you had missed deeply the energy you found in New Japan’s women’s league. In a way, it was good to be back to witnessing it live again.

After the match ended, Mercedes finally made her debut. She was incredible, gorgeous like always and someone with an undeniable presence. It was good seeing her leave to pursue other things, other places. Despite the weight of the memories you associated with this place, you were sure New Japan would treat her better than she’d been treated before. When the show was done, you took advantage of the small break to go see her backstage and congratulate your friend on her debut. You couldn’t stay too long, though, Kenny’s match was the next one.

You managed to make your way back to your place before the match started, sitting down just before the announcer started talking. It was weird seeing one of Kenny’s matches from the front row, instead of some TV stuck somewhere backstage. It was even weirder seeing it here, in Japan, a place you thought you’d never return to exactly because of him. Shaking your head, you tried to chase these thoughts away as Kenny’s entrance began. You’d caught a glimpse of him planning it the day before, but watching it now was something else. Sure, you found the Sephiroth cosplay a little funny, but somehow he managed to make it work.

For someone that seemed so hesitant back at the plane - to the point of almost seeming afraid - he felt powerful and unrelenting now. Kenny almost seemed like his old self again, the one you had been trying not to think about since stepping foot in Japan. As he walked into that ring he exuded power, like a chained beast finally set free, sky blue eyes filled with bloodlust. It was terrifying and beautiful, all at the same time. A sight to behold and one that appealed to the more instinctive parts of you, your body reacting to the view of his bare skin, his thick muscles highlighted by the stadium lights.

However, when the match started, your thoughts quickly shifted. Ospreay had clearly come with bloodlust himself, willing to do whatever he needed to take what he wanted from Kenny. Take what he saw himself as entitled to. There were a few times that even you found yourself worried about the outcome of the match - worse, worried about Kenny’s safety. Though, as the fight carried on, things started changing. Ospreay’s blood thirst just wasn’t enough, and it was quickly seeming like even himself was coming to that conclusion. Experience still proved itself a defining factor. And with every mistake Kenny capitalized on, the brutality heightened on both sides.

The match was a high stakes game, and although Ospreay was a good fighter, he lacked the experience to see all the things Kenny could. He put up a good fight, but he came to the other side bloody, beaten and defeated. When the bell rang, Ospreay laid with a bloodied face and a broken mind, while Kenny stood clearly shaken, but still victorious. Shaking your head, you tried to push past all the feelings rushing through your mind - this was probably one of the most vicious matches you’d ever seen. Quickly, you got up, making your way to the backstage again, weaving through the corridors to find Kenny’s locker room. On your way past, you even passed a bloodied Ospreay being carried by his friends from Aussie Open.

When you finally approached the locker room, the sound of grunting and cursing hits your ears. Kenny’s voice sounded rough, like barbed wire ripping through his throat. It made you stop, right at the entrance, one hand resting on the door as you felt your stomach drop. Your bones shiver as your body reacts to a memory from so long ago. You could still remember how Kenny would get after an especially hard fight. After the ones so dangerously close, they would force him to push past the limits of what is sane to do to triumph.

In defeat, Kenny became clearly someone else. But even in victory, he would become angry, snapping at anyone around, uncaring about anybody but himself. It was an ugly thing to experience. One that was very uncommon, but still terribly unpleasant to be around for. One that had your breath catching in your throat as you hesitated before the door, afraid of what you’d open it to.

Maybe it was all in your mind. Maybe you had just created this fear in your head. But you feared that being back in Japan might have had an effect on Kenny. Sitting in that arena, watching that match, you almost felt like you were seeing the old version of him again. You had watched all his matches in AEW since you joined, and not even the worst of them made you feel like that. But maybe, this was all just a manifestation of your fear of being back to the place where so much had happened.

Shaking your head, you try to push your worries away. It was silly to think someone could change so much just from crossing national borders. With a deep breath, you knock on the door before pushing it slightly. The thing groans a low but annoying sound, moving slowly as you slide one hand around it. Pressing your face into the small opening, you peek inside the room. Kenny turns his face just in time for your gazes to meet, but the person who greets you with a tired voice looks almost nothing like what you expected.

“Oh, hey,” Kenny says, but you barely hear, sound almost dying in the empty space between you.

“Hey there,” you reply quietly, only pushing through the door after he signals for you to come in.

You enter the locker room, finding him slumped on a chair, sitting in front of a large vanity. The man before you looks almost defeated, body slouched as he is still clad in his bloodied gear. His legs are sprawled before him, back curved in a position that doesn’t look all that comfortable, as Kenny holds an ice bag over his face. He takes a deep, harsh breath, and you can see the skin pulling tight around his muscles as his chest rises and falls. Moving with great effort, Kenny rests one forearm on the chair’s armrest, turning it around, so he can face you, an exhausted smile tugging at his lips.

“Holy shit,” you start, approaching him carefully, “you know that’s pretty much match of the year material, right?” You try not to convey just how uneasy you felt looking at his current state, worry coursing thick through your veins.

Kenny laughs at your words, a hoarse and pained sound that feels raspy to your skin. You rest your body back against the table mounted on the wall, hands gripping on the stone as you look over him again. He looks worse for wear, sweat still glistening over his body, skin marked by a thousand small scrapes. You can clearly see the veins popping on his thick arms, drawing winding roads on his muscles like an old map. There is dried blood on his body, and you can’t quite tell if it’s his or Ospreay’s.

He looks exhausted, and it worries you, but even in this sorry state you would be lying if you said he looked bad. He was disheveled, roughened, bruised in multiple ways, but he still managed to look good. Maybe more now than he ever did before. When you were still here in Japan, you had gotten used to Kenny seeming impervious, even at the end of a match. But now he looked vulnerable, less like the myth people had made of him and more like a human. This raw sight reframed him in a way that held a kind of crude beauty, one whose allure you couldn’t deny.

“The year just started,” Kenny responds in a low voice, he sounds so tired that it tugs at your chest, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“And you’ve already set the bar pretty high,” you shrug, letting your lips curl upward when he smiles at your retort. “So, how is the,” you trail off, gesturing to his face.

“Swollen,” he grunts, pausing for a second as he readjusts himself in the chair. “And very painful.”

“Can I take a look?” You ask, almost timidly.

Many years ago that would have been second nature, you wouldn’t even need to ask. Just barge into his locker room and check the state of his body. But that was then and this was now, no matter what your muscle memory wanted to believe. Kenny sighs deeply, slowly nodding his head. Moving forward, you come closer to him, torso almost brushing with his large shoulder and arm. You are so close that you can feel the heat from his body, feel his breath on your chest.

You take one hand to the ice bag on his eye, fingers slightly touching his thick ones as you grasp the thing. Carefully, you pull the bag away from his face, holding it by your side as your other hand touches his face. You brush your thumb softly below his right eye, feeling the cold of his damp skin. Yeah, it was already swollen and darkening, despite the freezing ice bag. By the looks of it, he was probably already losing use of that eye, and he was certainly going to spend the rest of the night like that.

“Yeah, that’s not looking good,” you snicker, wincing at the sight before you.

“You should see the other guy,” Kenny responds, tired laugh escaping his lips as he looks at you.

He watches as your eyes squint, mouth pushing into a thin line. Yes, he knew it looked terrible, and he knew he probably looked like shit too. But when you touch his face, Kenny takes comfort in the warmth of your hand against him. Your fingers holding gently below his cheek as your thumb brushes softly over his bruised skin. It’s so tender, the way you check on him, almost like you used to all those years ago. But the moment is short lived, and you soon pull your hand away from his face, replacing your warm touch with the cold ice bag.

“Believe me, I saw him,” you laugh, bright eyes meeting his tired one. “He is looking way worse, all I could see of his face was blood. Needed two guys carrying him, even. You came this close to murder on live TV.”

The mention of Ospreay irritates Kenny, the visceral rage of the fight still boiling under the surface of his skin. Despite the exhaustion, he feels agitated, body still ablaze and unable to rest. It’s like all his senses are burning and screaming at the same time. And your proximity isn’t doing him any good. Kenny can smell your perfume, feel the heat of your torso so close to his face, and it has his heart racing even more than during the match.

“Come on,” he scoffs after a moment, laughing despite the pain flaring in his side. “He had no broken limbs, he is gonna be fine.”

Kenny sighs as you gently hold the ice bag to his bruise. He can feel your eyes roaming over him, burning his skin as you look for something in as bad shape as his face. There probably wasn’t any damage quite as visible but, damn, he would be lying if he said the rest of his body wasn’t in pain. His neck and side were on fire, and his spine was waging a personal war against him. Closing his eyes, he sighed, he had seen better days.

Groaning, Kenny shifted in place, one arm reaching behind him as he tried to get to the ice bag between his back and the chair. As he struggled, eyes shut from how his muscles burned at the movement, the feeling of your body pressing against his shoulders caught him off guard. Kenny opened his eyes in shock, held breath leaving his lips when he noticed you were trying to reach for the bag for him. He felt your hand stroke a line down his spine as it moved lower in the narrow space between him and the chair. It was only a moment before your fingers reached the ice bag, but to him, it felt terribly long, body humming at the touch.

“Where?” you asked, tone direct but still soft.

“Neck,” he muttered, not having the courage to try and search for your gaze. Kenny felt the cold touch of the bag meet the back of his sore neck, a low groan leaving his lips at the relief. “Thanks,” he whispered, hand reaching for the one over his eye, fingers brushing against your own, “I can hold this one, it’s alright. So, still thinking the other guy looked worse?”

“Oh yeah,” you laugh, “I definitely still do. You didn’t see the shape he was in. Even if you didn’t kill him, I don’t think that guy is gonna be all that well in the head after this,”

Kenny shrugs, curving forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he hears you laugh once more, sound filling the place. You draw your body away from him, but he can still feel your warmth, feel the gentle brushing of your hand over his back as you inspect it. The smell of your perfume refuses to leave his nostrils, refusing to release the chokehold it has on his brain. He almost feels intoxicated, a burn spreading through his body despite his mind’s struggle. It runs thick like honey on his veins, warming his core like molten lava.

Your fingers tenderly touch his skin in an especially sore spot, but Kenny makes no noise. He fears the loss of your warmth, the loss of the proximity he so much missed. Softly, your hand brushes over the scratches on his back, the sting barely even registering in his mind. If he closed his eyes, Kenny could even believe the touch was a caress. He knew he should move away, but he didn’t have the guts to - he felt like a coward, taking advantage of your worry to feel the ghost of something beautiful. Still, your warmth had him in a trance. Even if he couldn’t touch you, just the proximity had his body rumbling in response, a deep shudder running through his core. Flesh craving something his tired mind knows he can’t have.

It all feels like a siren's call, feeding the visceral flame that adrenaline just won’t let die. The bad mix of old memories and this primal blaze only making matters worse. There was still violence coursing through his veins, throbbing inside his head and clouding his judgment, as the fire in his blood still burnt hot. A part of him wanted nothing more than to fall back on muscle memory, let the phantom of better days take over his body. It begs to just take you right then and there, claim your touch like a coveted prize. Screaming to fall back into your old New Japan routine and push you against a wall, feel the bliss spread through his body at the feeling of your pussy stretching to take his whole cock.

“You still have a fight tomorrow?” You ask, making Kenny resurface from these primal parts of his mind as a shiver runs down his spine, he can hear the worry in your voice, and it makes him feel even worse.

“Yeah,” he responds, looking towards you just as you pull your hand away from his back, still holding the ice bag to his neck. “Don’t worry, though, the only thing I really need fixed is this eye, but by tomorrow night I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be able to open it again,” he gives you the best smile he can muster, hoping he doesn’t seem as clearly on edge as he feels. “Besides, it’s a tag match, anything happens I throw Okada in there, let him take the heat.”

“You are tagging with Okada?” You ask, amusement in your voice.

“Things change, I guess,” Kenny breathes out, shrugging again. “And don’t worry, it’s not like Aussie Open could do me in, I’m not so terribly rusty that some sidekicks could do the job.”

“God, you are so dramatic,” you laugh out, hitting his head slightly with the ice bag, when he mutters an ouch in response you only laugh more. “I never said you are rusty, stop reading into things,” you pause for a moment, placing the bag back in his neck as you shake your head. “And even if I had thought that - which I didn’t - you’d have proven me wrong with this match. It was terrifying. I mean, it was beautiful, but in a very gruesome way.”

“I will,” Kenny pauses, looking at you with an inquisitive eye, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest, “take that as a compliment. And in my defense, Will had what was coming his way. If he was gonna walk around with his overinflated ego thinking he can sit at the adult’s table. Then, well, he can’t complain when he gets the taste of what it’s like on our side,” he stops again, brows drawing apart and expression softening, his voice losing the sharp edge it had suddenly taken. “Besides, he is one annoying prick.”

“He does seem like one,” you say in between chuckles, he can almost feel the soft rumble of the laugh in your chest from this close. “But I guess after that match he got a reality shock. Maybe a bit too much of it even,” you chuckle again, silently this time as you look to the side.

“Not really my problem if he is too much of a kid to keep a hold of his own head,” Kenny spats, voice rough with his aggression towards Ospreay, a scowl coming to his face for a moment before it’s gone.

“In a way, that’s his saving grace,” you muse, eyes meeting his again as you shrug. “He is lucky he is so young, that means he still has time to put in the work and actually become the best in the world. Right now, though, he wasn’t at all a match for you. That’s still your spot.”

“You are being too kind,” Kenny mutters, voice an almost silent rumble as he turns his eye back to the floor. That match had seemed a bit too even for his tastes, and in the back of his mind he was still worried if his days were coming to a close. He had won today, but he was starting to worry about the future.

“And you are being too humble,” you snicker, free hand giving his seat a hard nudge, shaking both the chair and him. The scare is enough to get his attention, his eye finding yours before you continue. “Don’t get me wrong, I prefer you like this than being a self-obsessed asshole, but you don’t need to take it that far. We both know you are still at another level, you just proved that.”

A small sense of relief washed over Kenny at your words. He had been tense for a while now, not only with this match but with everything else. Since his injuries led him to stay almost a year away from the ring, he had been very worried. Even now, there were days when he still didn’t really feel like himself. Sometimes he’d look at his reflection in the mirror and feel old, tired, a shadow of what he once was. In the depths of his mind, he wondered if coming back was the right choice, or if he was just swimming against the tide.

“I don’t know,” he chuckled, trying to make light of the fears that plagued his heart, but his gaze fell to the ground again, trying to evade the powerful pull of your eyes. “I’m getting old, the years have been wearing me down.”

“Come on, Kenny,” you call his name in a soft voice, sighing deeply, “if you start with that, I’m gonna start feeling old too.”

Kenny laughs, but the sound feels empty even to his ears. He knows you are trying to be supportive, but to him, just saying that out loud sounds funny. You weren’t about to hit forty, and damn, you barely even looked a day over thirty. And that wasn’t just his opinion, he knew that, and if you needed proof all he’d have to do was open twitter. Or not even that, Kenny had seen how Ospreay had looked at you when you crossed paths at the stadium earlier tonight, and he knew you weren’t so impossibly oblivious.

“Now, that’s a lie,” he responds, shaking his head, some laughter still echoing through his voice. “You are, like, six years younger than me. It’s not the same.”

He feels you hit his head with the ice bag again, and yet again he mumbles an ouch, only to have you laughing at him once more. Kenny doesn’t mind, though, it was better having your laughter filling his mind than his own thoughts. Besides, seeing you smile made him feel warm inside, and it almost managed to quell the constant raging of his heart.

“You know that isn’t enough to change the rate at which we age,” you state with a certain tinge of humor, placing the ice bag back in its place just as he glances at you before looking back down. “A year wears you just as much as it wears me, it’s the same for us both.”

“Doesn’t seem that way when I look at you,” Kenny mumbles with a chuckle, before realizing he had actually said it out loud, his one good eye widening as he swallows hard.

Shit, he hadn’t meant to do that. It was supposed to be just a thought in his head and nothing more. Last thing he wanted was to seem like he was trying to come on to you in any way. Now he sat there, tense, blood running cold in his veins. There was a moment’s pause before you spoke, and the silence seemed loud in his head, the bell ringing in the background seeming like it was going to explode his ears and shatter his bones.

“I’ll take the compliment,” you reply with a soft laugh.

It sounds warm and nonthreatening, and Kenny finally gains the courage to look back to you again. God, you are gorgeous, and he can feel his damn heart speeding up once more at the sigh of your smile. Your eyes hold his own in their powerful pull for a moment that seems to last an eternity to him. He has to break away from their spell as he feels blood rushing to his face, he’d rather have some dignity by the end of the night. Pushing the ice bag you were holding to his neck to the side, Kenny gets up, stretching his sore back as he does so. It cracks as he curves backwards, and he is pretty sure it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Anyway,” he shakes his head, taking away the bag that was on his eye and blinking twice before turning back to you fully, “aren’t you going to watch Okada’s match? I think that was the bell.”

“Shit,” you exclaim, Kenny watches as your eyes go wide, and you look back to the door before looking at him again. “Do you mind? I mean, if you need help, I could-”

“Nah, it’s ok,” he cuts you off with a smile, waving a hand in front of his face before signaling for you to give him the ice bag back. “I’m gonna find some TV to watch it from. You got front row, just go have fun.”

Just as you close the door, Kenny is left alone with his thoughts, body falling heavily back on the chair. The poor thing groans under his weight, shaking from the sudden force that hit it. His muscles felt like lead, an anchor pulling him down. He hurt all over and sure, he had won, but god, did he have to fight for that. In the end, Ospreay wasn’t good enough to beat him. He had proven his strength to everyone, but especially to himself. So, why the hell was he still so uneasy? Why was there something pulling him down so heavy that it made his heart sink?

Your words continued to ring loud through his head. Will Ospreay was still young, he still had time on his side. That made him fear. Time was now his worst enemy, corroding his body like water to metal, every day coming closer to the end. He was no longer the man he had been before, the pains of a match lasted just a bit longer, injuries took more time to heal. He could no longer take much of the back to back fighting he did while in New Japan, and in time, even his strength would fade.

Kenny had been feeling the years, like the constant ticking of a clock that tortured him, each day coming closer. And sometimes, when he looked at you, he felt them even more. While the passing of time seemed to be eroding his body, it seemed to be doing the opposite to you. Like the ticking of the clock took favorites, a cruel god with immaculate tastes. Time had made you better, stronger, more successful. And in appearance, you didn’t look a day past thirty. Closer in age and looks to Ospreay than to him.

Kenny felt that deep into his aching bones, a fear that crawled through his veins and seeped into his mind. Maybe you would be better with someone like Ospreay - or even Adam - than with him. Someone with the potential to do more, to conquer more, and maybe offer you more than he could. Kenny felt old. Looking at his beaten appearance in the large mirror, he felt that his glory was quickly coming to an end. The man standing before him, only a fading reflection of what he once was. And you deserved better than that, better than someone who, soon, wouldn’t be able to accompany you in your prime.

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mako-neexu · 7 months

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guda-chan idol AU reverse harem + past life remembered AU that includes everything i ever want that caters to my needs, romaguda where romani secretly hides his crush on ritsuka as the school nurse but also hes a helplessly in love fan and absolutely does Not pour his savings into buying merch of her (da vinci and mash says its creepy for a 30s to do this, ritsuka doesnt think so and romani agrees), as the school nurse he really cares for her genuinely since for some reason, he feels soft towards her ever since meeting her- the girl having stumbled across an empty classroom he was using where they talked for a bit and he felt this closeness and familiarity towards her that he cant describe, and if he oversteps boundaries he'd do dogeza insantly, he would combust if ritsuka so much as holds his hand though,

kadoguda where kadoc doesnt care about her career, very chill friend ritsuka loves to hang out with, really likes the music that ritsuka makes since a majority of it is composed by her or the lyrics are by her when she's invited to help out on another artist, he likes her MVs, her voice, some of the animation she made by herself, hes impressed by her skill in art, and especially her being multilingual, wdyM she can converse in fluent russian with him?? where did she learn that???yes she can she even knows a few dead language and speaks it well. not sus at all. and also nonope he doesnt have a crush on her. he definitely doesnt volunteer to be the one to drag her to her bed to rest instead of practicing another dance routine.

also obeguda where oberon is an actor-seiyuu-singer and because they voiced two characters in a show called 'Avalon le Fae', another sequel to an ongoing anime series that was popular in japan and their characters' ship blew up locally and internationally, they did collabs sometimes, they were invited to do dramalogues, also to radio broadcasts, gameshows, talkshows together etc. hosts even try to ask the both of them if theyre dating but they always somehow dodge the topic. since oberon's character almost matches his own feelings during the avalon le fae voice recording session, he's surprised by ritsuka having immediately understood the assignment as "Master of Chaldea". the studio decided to pick the female Master this time to take over for the male Master. just a one time thing (but could change depending on people's views since the director of the entire series liked using male Master as much as possible for fanservice and bc shounen genre) so with Master of Chaldea being a girl this time, everyone is excited to see how it would play out. after all, female Master of Chaldea never got the chance to shine in the soptlight in the main story.

the way ritsuka voices 'Master of Chaldea' feels... raw, natural. she understood their pain as someone who has killed innocent worlds just for a chance at survival, she understood the burden of being a commander for ghosts who can kill her in an instant, she understood the weight of what 'Master of Chaldea' entailed in the entire series. theres a pleasant lilt to her voice when the moment is quiet in the scene, especially during her nightly conversations with the Fairy King who was the "only servant summoned in the lostbelt to help Chaldea" . her voice is strong and determined yet there is fear, there is that sense of "i have to move and save someone. i have to try even if it will be useless in the end. i have to try. i cant save everyone but i have to try." in her voice when someone dies, when someone is hurt, when someone close to her disappears. ritsuka's voice acting especially shines during the 'Lost Will' episode/scene. where she conveys 'Master of Chaldea's feelings as if it truly truly is her own. and either shes just really passionate or something about the character resonates with her. so this makes oberon watch her more carefully. avalon le fae also gives ritsuka the chance to befriend artoria again, who was the star (hehe) for this show despite being a little new to the entertainment world. and because ritsuka loves castoria no matter the world, ritsuka devotes every spare time she has into spending time with artoria. and artoria is almost always flustered bc wtf wtf fujimaru ritsuka is holding my hand?! she's kissing my cheek!? wtf do i do!?aaaaæåâa. ritsuka also teases oberon, which then leads to oberon breaking out of his princely facade to retort back because of course, no matter the world, only yakudou trio can mess with each other's masks and call each other out haha. in anycase, this AU's oberon is also looking for his titania in a way. and so with avalon le fae's story, it feels like ritsuka is constantly calling him out for real and not just towards his character but to himself too. maybe there is even a party...maybe a ball for the entire staff that lets oberon and ritsuka do a more intimate talk as just 'themselves'. they could even dance together which would fuel more rumors of them dating and also for my obeguda needs. oberon also notices she has so many very faint scars that can easily be covered up by makeup or photoshop which would allude to her past life but of course she keeps that knowledge secret. again, oberon's attention towards her is sharpened. her work as an entertainer with her multiple talents allows her to do maybe even thrice of what he usually does with his own roles and things only he can do. theres of course that natural enormous pressure she feels as an entertainer, multilinguist and artist, and also because she's only a 2nd year student, even she herself wouldnt know when to take a break and stop. naturally, there would be haters, people who think of her annoying, people who thinks she is a leech taking credit, people who think she's just sleeping her way through. there would even be some people trying to harass her or even try to ruin her. of course, she takes it all with a smile. and maybe at a fansign event, someone throws food at her as revenge for not replying to the fan in one of her tweets. but of course, she's strong. that's how she was even back then. this is no place to be weak. you dont deserve to show a sign of weakness or arrogance. you have to keep up with your image just like back then. instead, she's just forgiving which angers oberon. maybe obeguda also do a small commercial up in the mountains for filming, which naturally of course rains, ritsuka gets lost, knocked unconscious, oberon goes to get her despite other staff protests, when he finds her though its raining harder and he cant see but theres a small abandoned house nearby they could use for temporary shelter. they spend the time together warming themselves. augh fluff and angst moment basically but they talk more, there is more understanding...a majority of this post is basically obeguda now wtf.

for romaguda, i can think of ritsuka surprising romani with a really expensive slice of strawberry cake she gifts him with on a random day, romani tending to her injuries after she sprains herself and he catches her in time, ritsuka staying over at romani's place since she just missed the last train home. also romani doing his best to hide his merch of her as fast as he can with the unplanned visit from her. ritsuka also teasing him with 'roman-kun' as if they were classmates which would KO romani...then out of nowhere ritsuka one day hugs him tight on what was supposed to be a happy christmas for everyone. and she's just... really sad yet happy as she hugs him tight, (someone describing her expression to be 'romantic' back then). ritsuka tells romani how much she appreciates having him by her side and seeing him happy, living a relaxed life. of course, romani is confused but nonetheless he appreciates it and is flustered by ritsuka saying this. he doesnt know why she's suddenly soft towards him. softer than usual but he doesnt like seeing her look as if she was on the verge of tears. he doesnt truly know the answer until... he finds her sketchbook that was left in her classroom. he knows he shouldnt peek but hes curious... so he could just pretend that he didnt see it. her sketches are wild to say the least. theres somehow drawings of orleans in early century with... two identical women fighting with flags, companions and dragons, theres even rome drawn? she drew the argonauts? is that nightingale? she's cetainly scary.. theres even some knight of the round table too... was she a fan of myth and legend? then on the last page... romani sees an awfully familiar throne, with rocks floating about, black and red tendrils around stone white pillars, a huge band of light as well as... a man with white hair and dark skin but he couldnt see his face due to the man facing the throne, his hands stretched out into the sky as... rings float away from his grasp and there was ritsuka herself, drawn bloody and crying as she clutches at a massive shield on the ground and somehow.. somehow a pang of pain shoots right through him seeing this scene. he swallows. his hands grow weak, he carefully sets the sketchbook back on the table as he takes a moment to breathe. what was that? what was that? he doesnt know what to think except... it was familiar in a way he cant describe. nevertheless he looks back at the beautiful artwork again, this time seeing the cursive title and date "The Time of Parting has Come, He is the One who Lets Go of the World (12/25/20XX)" today, this piece was finished today, which was accomanied by ritsuka's signature under it. even though romani doesnt completely understand, he does understand the pain ritsuka was feeling when she hugged him earlier.

i also want to add edguda but i still have to think of what kind fo good position gankutsuou can take that allows him to be able to be close to her...

#fgo #someday ill make this into a real fic but for now its just ramblings beamed from my brain😭#obeguda #romaguda #kadoguda #fate grand order #fujimaru ritsuka #guda #gudako

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stillsaltyaboutmcr · 1 year

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Hangover J.S- Part 3

Find chapters 1 and 2 here

I finally found the effort to rewrite this part because originally i had it written andddd tumblr deleted it

soooo PLEASE READ BELOW

I really contemplated if I was even going to post this or go with this storyline. It’s just such a touchy subject and such a dark one at that. It’s horrible what people go through in their own homes and I didn’t want to post this originally on fear of upsetting anyone, but at the same time, maybe this can bring light to an evergoing problem and hopefully the resources I attached might spur someone on to think about reaching out for help.

If this is not well received, I have a plan B for a storyline that isn’t as dark, so please comment your thoughts, good or bad. Thank you for taking the time to read all of this pre-story information.

I love you all dearly, stay safe and don’t be afraid to reach out to me. I am always here for anyone of you need to talk. 🤍

This chapter is kind of heavy, it’s a deep dive into why the reader is the way they are. Please please PLEASE read the warnings before continuing on. This chapter is NOT MANDATORY to read due to the darker story line i chose to go with.

Warnings: Mentions and scenes of DV, mentions of cheating accusations, a lot of fighting, yelling, cussing, mentions of mental illnesses and SH!! Please read at your own discretion.

Warning (but not really): Jake being really protective and sweet over you despite you still hating him, it’s kinda adorable (towards the very end)

If you or someone you know is dealing with DV or SH, please use these resources below to seek help, it’s never too late.

DV Hotline: 800-799-7233

SH/Su!cide Hotline: 988

Please reach out and seek help. Talk to someone, whether it be a friend, family member or someone you trust. Stay safe, I love you all. :)

On with the story….

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Rooster took some convincing before Jake was able to pry your address from him. He was determined to apologize for upsetting you. He loved you and wanted nothing but to see you happy, especially if he could make you happy. The drive to your house was tense. He kept trying to figure out if he should just turn around and go home. Maybe, he thought, it would be weird for him to just magically pull up to your driveway late in the night to apologize for his behavior at the bar. Watching you walk out so upset made his heart shatter and he wanted to make up for it.

He thought over what he might say about a million times, or maybe you weren’t even awake anymore. He couldn’t dare wake you up this late.

Finally he decided, he check of the lights were on, and if you were even home.

Pulling up to your house, he noticed your car, and a truck that he knew deep down wasn’t yours. Were you staying with a friend? A family member?

He pulled his car up and noticed one light was on, presumably your bedroom. He walked up to the door and knocked. He waited for a couple of minutes with no reply, and he was about to walk away until he heard your voice cry out in what he could only assume was pain. His hand shot to the doorknob, praying to himself it was unlocked.

It was.

Entering your home, he noticed it was awfully dark except for some dim lighting coming from up the stairs. He went to go check on you and follow the source of the noise when he heard doors slam and make voice he didn’t recognize book through the house.

“Stop following me.”

Your voice followed up his demand, and you didn’t sound like yourself. “Please…I’m sorry! I’ll do better! I’ll never go out again! Please come back to bed.” You sounded defeated, tired. He could hear the pain in your voice like you’d been crying.

“No, you know how I feel when you go out. You dress like a whore, flirting with all those coworkers of yours. I’m not sleeping next to you until you finally realize that I’m the one that gives you a roof over your head and puts food on your table!”

“You don’t understand!” You were pleading at this point. “I moved away for you! I can’t help it that the Navy wants me back here. I could get in trouble!! I could lose everyth-“

Before you could finish, a loud smack rang through. Jake’s blood boiled at the sound of your cries.

You had been hit.

He wanted to step in, tell this douche off but he knew it’d only make things worse for you. “Look at what you made me do!! Don’t talk back to me!! There’s no excuses for what you’ve done. I know that one pilot was there, the blonde. He only wants in your pants!! Talking to him and egging him on is cheating on me!! Don’t even get me starting on that bird guy! You cry to me that he’s your best friend and that’s why he texts you all the time. I know what you did with him!! Don’t play dumb with me! You slept with all of them didn’t you?!” He was angry and Jake knew it. But he was so wrong. Jake didn’t want in your pants, he wanted to marry you, love you for the rest of your life!

“No! I’ve told you it’s not like-“ Again, you were cut off. A loud boom this time, and Jake’s guess was that this guy shoved you against the wall.

“Stop talking back.” Jake heard footsteps coming down the stairs and he quickly dicked behind the couch.

“Please don’t leave.”

No response.

You and this guy were in the living room by the door now. He was at the door, hand on the doorknob, with you standing at the bottom of the stairs.

What you said next, broke Jake.

“You’re going to see her aren’t you?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Yes it is!!! I’m your girlfriend!! Seeing another woman is cheating!!” Jake thought he’d turn around and hit you, but instead this man just walked out the doorway.

Jake listened as the truck started and left, and the only sound left for him to hear was your crying. Jake sat behind that couch for what felt like years before you finally went upstairs.

He stood up when he knew it was clear and thought about heading home.

But before he could decide, he was standing in front of your bedroom door, your sobs sounding from the other side.

He hesitantly knocked and heard you startle. He listened as you approached and when you opened the door, you looked like you’d seen a ghost.

“Seresin!! What the fuck are you doing here?! Get the hell out of my house!!” You went to shut the door but Jake caught it. You jumped at his quick movements and that’s when he realized he’d have to take a different approach.

You backed up, “How do you know where I live? You’re a fucking psychopath!! I will call the police! Get the fuck out!” Your voice was filled with hatred, venom dripping from every word.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” Jake put his hands up where you could see them, his motions slow.

“I don’t care! Get out!!!” You were pushing him now, but you weren’t strong enough to move him from his spot.

“Listen to me, I’m not here to hurt you. I heard what happened with that guy. I want to help you.” You froze at his comment.

“You? How did you-?”

“Please relax. I promise I just want you to be safe.” Jake took a step forward towards you. “Tell me who he is. Who is doing this to you?”

“That’s none of your business! Get out of my house!”

“Y/N, listen to me. I don’t care what I have to do to get you to tell me, but I want to get you out of here. Tell me his name.” Jake’s voice remained calm, as to not startle you or make you think he was going to yell or hurt you.

“That’s none of your-“

“Yeah, you just said that. Y/N, what he’s doing isn’t okay. You can’t keep living like this. Let me take you somewhere else, Phoenix’s? Roosters? Any family out here? You say where and I’ll take you right now.”

You stood there looking at him with disgust. “Get. Out. Now. I will call the police on you.”

“Go ahead.”

Your eyes widened as you picked up your phone, and you froze as you saw something Jake could only assume was a text. “Please, let me help you. You do not deserve this treatment. All I ask is you pack a small bag of what you need, and you tell me where you wanna go.” Jake took another step forward. You looked up at him from your phone with fear written all over your face.

“He’s on his way home. You have to leave!!”

“Come with me.”

“I-I can’t!! Get out of here!! Please!”

“Come with me.”

“He’ll kill you!!”

“Come with me.”

“I-he’ll…” your voice trailed off as you met eyes with Jake. You noticed he was crying. Jake had been crying for awhile. Seeing you like this was something he couldn’t handle.

Jake lowered his hands, and took another step towards you, closing most of the distance. “Please.” He was pleading with you to take his hand and let him help you. You stares at him, watching his every movement, and he took the time to note every injury on you.

Something particular caught his eye though. Just below your shorts, where they’d ridden up, he caught a glimpse of what looked to be wounds of your own doing.

You had been hurting yourself just as much as your boyfriend been hurting you.

Jake looked up at you again and your phone buzzed again. You looked at it quickly before returning your gaze. Jake felt a ounce of hope when you sighed.

“We have 7 minutes.”

Jake helped you pack what you could into a backpack and got you into his truck as fast as he could before he took off.

“Where do you wanna go? I can call anyone you want.”

You both agreed for you to leave your phone behind so you couldn’t be tracked. “Rooster, please.”

Jake nodded and without another word, Roostee was suddenly on the line. “Hey Brad, I know this is weird and odd but I need you to have your house open and unlocked and be outside and ready to go in 5 minutes.”

“Uhh, you do know it’s like midnight right?”

“I don’t care, I have Y/N and she needs somewhere to stay so please do what I say.”

“I’m up.”

Without any other word from Rooster, he hung up. Jake knew you’d known Rooster for years, and that you felt safe with him, you trusted him. Jake also felt safe about you being in Rooster’s care.

“Jake-“ you spoke up.

“You don’t need to tell me anything-“

“No, I feel like I need to apologize. You shouldn’t have witnessed that.”

“I’m glad I did.”

“He just gets so mad that I’m around you guys all the time. He thinks I’m cheating with you, he’s seen tou flirt with me. Everytime he finds out I was somewhere you also were, it gets worse. He wasn’t always like this, it started during the Uranium Mission.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“No, I feel like I need to-“

“We’re here. There’s Rooster.”

You went to get out of the truck to get to Roostee, but you paused and looked to Jake. “Thank you Seresin.” With that you hopped out and Jake watched as Rooster waved before hastily taking you inside.

Jake had no clue if Rooster knew of your situation or not, but he knew you’d be in good hands.

His drive home was deafening with silence.

He felt like he had a part to play in the shit you went through. He had to stay away from you, for your own safety.

Not for forever, but at least for awhile. He was the reason you were being hurt.

#jake seresin #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun rooster #top gun au #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #bob floyd x reader #hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 8 months

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Hello,i wanted to ask you if everything is alright and if you could do some hc, remember my ask where musashi's and mumon's S/O almost died?Well... could you please make some hc where their S/O didn't make it either because their enemy found them and killed the on the hospital bed or due to organ failure and how would they react, but then they would come back in the form of a spirit because they didn't want to leave their side.

Thanks for posting and here's a bear hug

These kinds of ideas need a story/one-short to develop them properly… And all I can offer are miserable headcanons 🥺🥺 I'm so sorry, I'm sorry for giving so little when I get so much 😭😞

Situation: Spirit! S/O who follows their man Baki even after death / Espíritu! S/O que sigue a su hombre Baki aún después de la muerte.

Characters: Mumon Katsuragi and Musashi Miyamoto.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon is so sad when you left, he worked hard at the funeral services so he could have a good place to bury your body. He cries when he has to say goodbye to you and stays even when everyone has already left. It was there when he felt you for the first time, it was a breath that caused a chill down his spine, he didn't know it was your intangible hand that was trying to caress his back to console him for your death.

The second time he felt your presence was when he was cleaning the house, he thought he saw a diffuse figure moving in the corner of the room and he could only see it out of the corner of his eye, his gaze remained at that point for a few seconds until he decided to let it pass and continue doing his thing, your ghostly self sighs of relief when he ignores you; You tried to help him clean the house with small air currents that would dissipate the dust faster.

The third time, and when he realized that it was really you, was when a month had passed since your death. You had decided that you would just observe him and not try to get noticed for a while so that he would forget the first two incidents. That day Mumon had returned home early and cooked a big dinner for two people, he set up a stall for him and another for you, you couldn't let him eat alone. You couldn't help but take your rightful place at the table even in your intangible form, you smiled melancholy when you realized how much you missed Mumon despite following him all the time and as you lamented with the memories Mumon smiled at you.

“I don't know if I finally went crazy, but if you're there, I want you to know that I love you a lot.”

Musashi Miyamoto.

He's not exactly the best at describing his grief, nor is he the best at experiencing it. He has no idea what to do now, death is not something new to him, God knows it is not, Musashi walks on a crimson red path of the spilled blood of his opponents, but he has never experienced anything like the emotional pain of the death of a loved one. He doesn't handle it well at all.

But he is undoubtedly calm, he is handling it too well to be him. The people around him notice this strange pattern of him; He stares at one point in the room, hums affirmations at nothing, and lingers for a few seconds before leaving any room, as if he were giving way to someone else. Furthermore, he turns to look at anyone who talks about his S/O as if he were warning them to watch their words before he glances around the room, nods, and goes about his business.

Musashi knows you're there, you know, one of those weird strength things that explain why Musashi can sense the fluctuation of energy your spirit gives off. That is why he is not affected by your departure, because he knows you are there. With him.

"I know you are there. I got some green tea, do you want to join me?”

Versión en Español.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon está tan triste cuando te fuiste, se esforzó en los servicios fúnebres para que pudiera tener un buen lugar en donde enterrar tu cuerpo. Llora cuando debe darte el último adiós y se queda aun cuando todos ya se han marchado. Fue ahí cuando te sintió por primera vez, fue un soplo que le provoco un escalofrío en toda la espalda, no sabía que era tu intangible mano que trataba de acariciar su espalda para consolarlo por tu muerte.

La segunda vez que sintió tu presencia fue cuando estaba limpiando la casa, creyó haber visto una figura difusa que se movía en la esquina de la habitación y que solo pudo verla de reojo, su mirada permaneció en ese punto unos segundos hasta que decidió dejarlo pasar y seguir en lo suyo, tú yo fantasmagórico suspiro de alivio cuando él te ignoro; trataste de ayudarlo a limpiar la casa con pequeñas corrientes de aire que disiparan el polvo más rápido.

La tercera vez, y cuando se percató de que realmente eras tú, fue cuando se cumplió un mes desde tu muerte. Habías decidido que solo lo observarías y no tratarías de hacerte notar durante un tiempo para que él olvidara los dos primeros incidentes. Ese día Mumon había regresado a casa temprano y cocino una gran cena para dos personas, coloco un puesto para él y otro para ti, no podías dejar que comiera solo. No pudiste evitar ocupar el lugar que te correspondía en la mesa aún en tu forma intangible, sonreíste con melancolía cuando te diste cuenta de cuanto extrañabas a Mumon a pesar de seguirlo todo el tiempo y mientras te lamentabas con los recuerdos Mumon te sonrió.

“No sé si finalmente enloquecí, pero, si estás ahí, quiero que sepas que te entraño muchísimo”

Musashi Miyamoto.

Él no es precisamente el mejor para describir su duelo, tampoco es el mejor para experimentarlo. No tiene idea de que hacer ahora, la muerte no es algo nuevo para él, Dios sabe que no lo es, Musashi camina sobre un sendero rojo carmesí de la sangre derramada de sus oponentes, pero nunca ha experimentado nada como el dolor emocional de la muerte de un ser querido. No lo lleva para nada bien.

Pero está indudablemente tranquilo, lo está llevando demasiado bien para ser él. Las personas a su alrededor notan este patrón extraño suyo; se queda mirando fijamente a un punto en la habitación, tararea afirmaciones a la nada y se demora unos segundos antes de salir de cualquier habitación, como si le cediera el paso a otra persona. Además, voltea a ver a cualquier persona que habla de su difunto S/O como si le advirtiera de que cuidara sus palabras antes de dar un vistazo a la habitación, asentir y seguir en lo suyo.

Musashi sabe que estás ahí, ya sabes, una de esas cosas extrañas de la fuerza que explica que Musashi puede sentir la fluctuación de la energía que desprende tu espíritu. Es por ello que no se ve afectado por tu partida, porque sabe que estás ahí. Con él.

“Sé que estás ahí. Conseguí algo de té verde, ¿quieres acompañarme?”

#mumon katsuragi #mumon katsuragi baki gaiden yuuenchi #mumon katsuragi x reader #mumon x lector #musashi miyamoto x lector #musashi miyamoto x reader #musashi miyamoto baki #miyamoto musashi #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki headcanons

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autistic-ben-tennyson · 29 days

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Used to hate, now I love

I used to hate anime and think it was cringe. I would trash it and joke about banning it if I became president. At the time, all I knew of was Pokémon and Beyblade and both seemed boring to me. Little 8 year old me wanted to watch Octonauts or TTG because that was what caught my attention. Learning about the amount of alt right fans who fetishize the more conservative elements and Japanese girls did not help its image to me. I kind of had a similar view of SU. I enjoyed it at the time but held some homophobic beliefs due to being ignorant and didn’t fully understand it. While I thankfully never watched Lily Orchard’s garbage video, I did watch Misanthropony’s video which is just as hateful, full of bad faith criticism and mean spirited. That soured my image of the show for some time as did learning about the toxic behavior of some fans.

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If you’re curious on how problematic Misanthropony is just watch:

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Around two years ago, this started to change. I started rewatching SU and falling in love with it. It was at this time that I was starting to question who I was and figure things out more which is why I related to it so much. I started watching other queer shows like The Owl House and even Twelve Forever despite that one having a problematic creator. Getting back into SU as well as other shows I liked such as Ben 10, Teen Titans or Ninjago that had anime influences pushed me to start watching more. Being disappointed in Disney, for reasons completely different from right wing dudebros, was another reason. A few years prior, my image of it had already started to change after watching Your Name in a literature class and being blown away. Last year, I noticed another film, Suzume, by the same director, Makoto Shinkai, and decided to check it out. I ended up watching it in theaters and it was the Japanese version. That cemented my view that anime was far more than just Shonen for “anti woke” guys. I started watching other movies and shows such as A Whisker Away, Akira and Ghibli films like Spirited Away and gave Pokémon another chance. I tried watching the 90s Sailor Moon anime and found it hard to get into. I ended up watching Puella Magi Madoka Magica instead and was blown away. I will end up giving Sailor Moon another chance especially since I didn’t initially like Princess Tutu but ended up enjoying it. I am currently binging Dennou Coil on Netflix which I learned about from a tumblr I follow @angrysnakes. I feel like I missed out on a lot and am trying to get caught up. One thing I learned is that you have to give something a chance rather than let the haters and toxic fans ruin it for you.

#steven universe #anime #makoto shinkai #ghibli #puella magi madoka magica #princess tutu #dennou coil #suzume no tojimari #Youtube #a whisker away #sailor moon #your name

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OH! so anyway! that awful book review about the stupidest book in existence “An Angel//// For ////Emily” by J//ude De///ver//aux

So the book is about this boring with a capital B woman named Emily who’s a librarian in some podunk West Virginian town that delivers books to poor patrons that can’t make the trip into town (this is the single good deed that’s listed to prove she’s a Good Soul(TM) uwuwuwuwu)

She’s engaged to the local news presenter who’s handsome and has eyes on running for governor soonish

It’s important to note that she sounds like some morman grandma despite being idk 27 or 30 - she wears beige khaki’s, conservative bland tops that do nothing for her figure, and cardigans to cover up whatever else was not covered up. She’s described as pretty but not beautiful.

She’s gullible, extremely stupid, and a doormat for her fiance. One day she was supposed to win a prestigious librarian award and her shitlord fiance never showed or called, so she drove home in the backroads of WV crying and slightly tipsy from drinking her problems away when she hit someone on the road

that someone turned out to be an angel named Michael, who’s the blandest, condescending, incompetent idiot that ever fell to earth

turns out he’s her guardian angel and he was sent by THE Archangel Michael to watch over her and sus out some Big Evil that as going to happen to her

BUT since he’s an angel he couldn’t manifest in the physical realm without borrowing a body, who WHOOPS is wanted by the FBI and the Mob and the body’s Ex Wife, so his face is plastered all over the news

she goes to see if he’s ok, was sensibly scared that this weirdo could read her mind and knew some of her memories, but she wound up trusting this dumbass because of his angel vibes and he just radiates “GOOD GUY TRUST ME”

then she joins the dumbass club and accepts a stranger into her car, drives him to the local hospital, where WHOOPS they discover he’s a wanted man, then escapes with him and is basically on the run from everyone

AND she continues to aid and abet him because she’s a softhearted idiot that can’t even say the word sex and calls it hanky panky and has fade to black boring sex after trying to discourage this sexy angel’s lovelorn looks and touches for half the book because she’s ENGAGED, but then had to be shown that her fiance was a shitlord that was using her

LISTEN, i KNOWWWWW this story was published in like late 80s/early 90s, but NOBODY after the 1950′s ever says hanky panky with a straight fucking face

this story is like fanfic written by your grandma

so they’re on the run and she suggests that MAYBE the Great Evil(TM) is that haunted house in town that gives off spooky vibes

and it turns out that this moronic dude can talk to GHOSTS because all humans are spirits/souls, only the alive ones have a body

so this guy just straight up talks to ghosts that no one can see in front of everyone, and even when he starts to really fall in love with Miss Boring, he decides it’s OK if the ghosts spectate on their kisses and fade to black whatevers

because it turns out that her guardian angel has been watching over her soul for centuries, she’s his favorite human only he “doesn’t know why”, in fact, after watching her soul fall in love with shitty men who abused her “Kind Soul” he decided that her last two lives that she would remain a virgin and scared away all her suitors

it turns out that he’s loved her all this time and then explains GOD’S LOVE and how because GOD LOVES EVERYONE and human’s have FREE WILL, angels really aren’t allowed to interfere with abusers and p*dophiles etc.. because GOD LOVES THEM and FREE WILL(TM), so that’s why he was a bad angel because he, in his own dim bulb brain, thought that was wrong, especially in her case

and when i say he’s a moron, he’s the type where “Emily, your soul is so beautiful it outshines your mortal shell, despite you being an absolute pill throughout this story” then gently pats her on the head whenever she looses her temper for never really explaining anything or ruining her life

BUT THEN in a sting operation they concocted themselves to catch the bad guys, Emily has to dress up in a smoking hot dress where suddenly it’s revealed that she had great big tiddies, i mean really big badonkadongs, held up in this dress by narritivia and tape probably. ALSO she wore these gorgeous ruby jewels that was discovered in the SPoooooKKKyy House because it WAS haunted by a SEA CAPTAIN. In West Virginia!

Turns out the people who were trying to kill Michael, were actually trying to kill HER, and it wasn’t her cheating fiance (who surprised only wanted Emily because she was a poster child for repubs everywhere and he used her for her literary and journalistic prowess as a librarian, because he’s just a pretty face that was actually cheating on her. multiple multiple times).

NO, the people trying to kill her were after her inheritance, which she had no idea about, because she was actually the granddaughter or great granddaughter (who the fuck knows god this book sucked and I skimmed a lot) of the SEA CAPTAIN. Who DIDN’T murder his wife, she was killed by her own ex fiance.

So the rubies were actually HERS and the people trying to kill her were extended 2nd cousins or something (again who the fuck knows I skimmed through the last few chapters).

They ran from the bad guys to a cabin, where Michael’s body’s ex wife tracked them down, and tried to kill them too since Michael’s body was idk some kind of shitlord too and his wife was an evil harpy

The actual bad guys tracked them all down and set a bomb on the house, which killed the ex wife, but Emily and Michael escaped due to Michael’s angel senses.

Emily’s own shitlord fiance broadcast that it was EMILY that was killed for aiding and abetting a known criminal and that she was in on everything too. Turns out that her shitlord fiance’s lies were discovered and that he actually never wrote the reports he presented and won awards for, and he couldn’t have Emily ruin everything so he tried to silence her.

Emily and Michael stole his computer and found out what he was up to and idk presented it to the police or something. I don’t care, this book was so stupid.

However in their showdown with her shitty fiance there was gunfire, i forget who pulled the gun out, but Emily jumped in front of Michael like a dumbass and died, but Michael used the last of his angel powers to save her and got his ass yoinked back to Heaven for fucking up his assignment so bad

Michael pouted and refused to do any of his duties and I guess the lesson for his assignment was for him to realize that he’s loved Emily’s soul for the past 500 years (fucking dumbass) and he needed to make up his mind to either become human and fucking marry her already or fucking do his job as an angel and help other people (stupid fucking idiot)

so then the lightbulb went off for him and the dumbass realized “wow, i love this dumb boring lady and I should just go be a human already”

and that was that, everything was blurred over using GOD POWERS and Michael and Emily married and had stupid babies together

THE END

#sephie's book reviews

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enlighten3d · 2 months

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fuck this, i have more thoughts abt buttercups eva au!

(if this is your first time seeing buttercups eva au: its an au where grian, mumbo, and scar are pilots of evangelions. like, from neon genesis evangelion. i dont think much knowledge of eva is required, but im prolly wrong shfjfj. other things abt this au can be found in the #buttercups eva au tag.)

character backstories! made this up while trying to sleep last night . this is scars, ill write grian and mumbos later

reminder that im kinda partially saying 'fuck the lore of eva' bcs i literally watched this thing two days ago and it does not make sense to me but i like the Vibes. also am maayyybeee??? calling the angels watchers in this au.

so, scar goodtimes: (this is more of a character profile... a rly rambly one.)

his parents were... killed, and he is under suspicion for being the one to do it. i am unsure whether or not he actually killed them, but the alternative is that they killed themselves and then he got blamed for it. whatever. he doesnt particularly care that they died; they were assholes. so hes on the run, hopping countries whenever he can. he tries to stay in places the longest he can, but he can never stay too long as it gets unsafe + he gets paranoid. also he pissed off a SHITTON of people during his travels so hes also hiding from them. at some point tho he gets weary of always running, despite being scared of stopping, he says fuck it and tries to settle down someplace, even just for a bit. probably fuckin... germany or something? he IS technically supposed to be the asuka of this au.

so he settles down in say, gemany. tricks the government into giving him a new identity via the loophole of him being born right after the second impact, when the world was in SHAMBLES. he says that he never like, officially registered in the government databases due to the disarray and is only coming forth about it now. the government is like 'okay sus but sure'. mooostly cause hes a viable eva pilot i think. anygays he gets an identity, goes to school, is very Normal, but then he gets approached like 'hey do you want to pilot a giant mech? okay great you have no choice'. he wouldnt have said no either way; nerv being a government facility means that its safe. besides, hes curious.

so he becomes the second child, the pilot of eva unit02. he doesnt find it particularly great but its fine enough. he likes feeling like he actually has power for once in his life. he knows he doesnt, not really, but what matters is the feeling of it when it comes to these things, isnt it?

and if youre going like 'lime, his parents being mysteriously killed and him being on the run is a rly flimsy backstory', my answer to that is that i KNOW. but this is silly au and i can do what i want. all of this is subject to change hjksdfsnamd

also hes trans (because i said so). when he got a legal identity, they were like 'we are not going to call you scar'and he was like 'boo'. and then still went by scar.

hes been in a LOT of countries over the course of the course of his life, which means that hes picked up quite a few other languages. how can he trick convince people into letting him hitch a ride if they dont understand him! so hes a polyglot but like, a really bad one if that makes sense fsjdkfnds. id say hes fluent in english, german, japanese, which are the obligatory languages for this, but im sure he knows several more, even if hes not necessarily fluent.

his whole life, especially while his parents were alive but even after that, hes been told that hes worthless and that he wont ever really accomplish anything. how could anyone like him ever do anything with their life? so yeah, spite. hes decided that no, theyre wrong. even though hes never been in one consistent place for most of his life, hes always been determined to somehow prove them wrong. so that definitely plays into being one of the first eva pilots beside the whole safety thing.

hes... determined. but hes never had many close relationships, having always left before anything true could bloom (boom, the whole being on the run thing is a metaphor now as well cause hes running from himself too haha). he puts up a confident façade to hide the fact that he very much does not know what hes doing. hes trying to prove people wrong, that hes better than what they say, but he usually always leaves before he can do that, afraid of actually doing it. here, hes forced to actually stay. so even if he doesnt particularly want to (he does, he just doesnt want to acknowldge it because surely hes better than personal connections? surely theyre a weakness?), he becomes close friends with grian and mumbo and learns that yeah maybe he doesnt have to run. maybe he can stay put.

and thats it mostly!

hope this makes sense, thank you so much for reading! if you have any questions or thoughts abt this au, shoot them in my askbox. this is a very very unplanned au, so anth is appreciated. Ɛ>

#tw suicide mention #buttercups eva au #goodtimeswithscar #hermitblr #evangelion #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #gtws

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rezzyromance · 3 years

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Idk if this is how you request things or if it's just asking, BUT-

How would the Lords react to an S/O that's usually the chillest person that you will ever meet (not to be confused with a pushover because they are not), they've never seen them even mildly annoyed when something bad happens. But then something happens and, turns out, the S/O is utterly TERRIFYING when they're mad.

Hope this makes sense!

Aw man I'm gonna feel awful scaring Moreau and Donna :(

Alcina

You're relaxing on a beautiful morning. The sun is shining through the window just enough to warm the room but not hurt your eyes. You hadn't even changed out of your sleep wear. "How are you feeling, my dear?", a sweet voice rang from the doorway. You were sitting in your favorite chair near the window. You turn and smile at her. She walks over and rubs your face in her large hand before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. "I'm feeling amazing. And you?", you grab her hand before she pulls it away and you place a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm feeling alright. There's a new maid here. She's a bit slow. I'm giving her until tonight to finish dusting the entire castle or else she won't see another sunrise." It was almost comedic how dark her words were as you both stared out the window and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "Come on Alcina.", you stand up and place your hands on hers, trying to hold them despite the size difference. "Give the girl a break. It's a huge castle AND it's her first day.", you knew your words would probably change nothing. Alcina was rather cruel, but you looked past it. You tried your best to make the nervous maids comfortable whenever they arrive.

"We'll see how she does." She gives you one more kiss before leaving the room. You sit back down in your chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a little while longer. You lose track of time, minutes maybe even hours go by. Suddenly, there's a crash not far from the door. You jump and stand up, no longer comfortable after being startled. "What in the name of Mother Miranda?!", you leave the room and look down the hallway. The new maid stood there with a terrified look on her face. In front of her was one of the paintings Alcina had on her walls, now with a broken frame and a hole punctured. Your blood began to boil. It was a painting of you, her, and the girls all together. It was your favorite. "How in the hell did you manage to do that?!", you begin to stomp towards her. She cowers and struggles to find her words. "I-I-I was just dusting! It fell and I-I didn't mean t-", you cut her off. "How the fuck did you knock such a large painting over just by dusting?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MAKE SUCH STUPID MISTAKES HERE?!", you unravel. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!", she almost begins to weep. "SORRY ISN'T GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS!"

"MISS DIMITRESCU PLEASE HELP!", she cries out. You freeze, realizing that the lady herself is right behind you. You turn to face her. Her eyes are wide with shock. She has never seen you like this before and never even knew you had this type of side to you. She was impressed as much as she was terrified. "(Y/N)? Are you alright my love?" She had no idea what to do as your seething slowed down. "Why don't you go back to the room, yes? Settle down a little and deal with her later.", she places a hand on your back helps walk with you back to the room. Once you're there, she bends down to whisper in your ear. "I don't know where this side of you has been this whole time, but I am so amazed by you. And also a little frightened."

Donna

The Beneviento house was usually a calm place despite its creepy aura. You and Donna are both quiet and chill people. Never once have you fought or even raised your voices at each other. It was pleasant.

You had planned a nice dinner for the both of you. You wanted to try out a new recipe and surprise her, so you made your way to the kitchen to get started. "Okay, what first? I guess I'll need a pot.", you go rummaging through the kitchen and you find the pots stacked within each other inside one of the top cabinets. You groan and stand up on your toes, grazing the pots with your fingers. It didn't take much to cause them to tumble down, crashing on top of you with a loud sound that followed. "Aw shit.", you sighed and picked up the knocked over pots. A small but annoying pain began to throb in your head from where it made contact with a pot. What you didn't notice was you forgot to pick one of the pots up. It remained unnoticed. "It's fine.", you say to yourself as you maintain your composure. Next, a cutting board and knife. You turn around and begin to walk forward to find the cutting board, but you slam your toe into counter. You wince in pain and grab your foot. "SON OF A BITCH!", you yell.

You calm yourself, still wanting to have a pleasant meal with Donna. "Alright. Everything's fine." You step forward and kick the pot that you had forgotten to pick up. It caused your freshly kicked toe to ache even more. "OH COME ON! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!", you scream and swear as you throw your arms up in pure rage and shock.

"...(Y/N)?", a gentle voice whispered from the doorway, causing you to whip your head in that direction. It was Donna. She looked absolutely horrified and almost looked like she could cry. "Is.. is everything... are you alright?", she worried. "Yes. I'm sorry. Just got a little pissed off.", you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, feeling bad for scaring the poor girl.

Moreau

You were sitting on the dock together, looking into the water as your feet swung back and forth above it. It was a sunny day and you two decided to spend it outside. Your hand slowly made its way over to his. His feet stopped swinging for a second as you entangled your fingers. "I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)." his words were bitter sweet as a gentle smile formed from his lips. "Oh, Sal. You don't have to think like that. I'll always be here for you.", you kiss his cheek and continue to relax as you sway your legs.

"There it is! There's the beast!", a voice yelled from not so far away. You both look in the direction of the voice and see a few young village boys. Possibly between the ages of 13 and 16. Moreau had become some what of a scary story for the villagers. A tale that kids spread on school court yard and bring up during dares. But, you've never seen a kid brave enough to actually make it far enough into the reservoir to actually see Moreau. Now, there were about 3. All of them stood and pointed, shocked and terrified.

"Hey beast! Come get me!", one kid teases. You glare at the kids as a newfound rage begins to boil inside you. "Let's go back inside.", Moreau says before standing up from the doc. The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Suddenly, one of the children gathers the guts to pick up a rock and throw it as hard as he could. His aim was off, but not by much. It slammed into the wood near Moreau's feet, startling him. "Take that you devil!", he laughs. "THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!", you begin sprinting in the direction of the immature brats. Two of them run from the direction they came from while the one who threw the rock was frozen in fear. You took the opportunity to grab him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little waste of space. I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to turn around and run for your goddamn life. If you or any of your little snot-nosed friends come around here again, they'll be goddamn fish food. Do you understand?" The kid was too scared to speak and instead began to nod rapidly. You let him go and watched as he ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole way.

You walk back to the shack and find Moreau standing in the same place he was when you took off. His mouth was agape and he looked almost as scared as the kids. "You alright Sal? I made sure those little shits won't be coming around here anymore." "Yeah... I didn't know you could be so... scary", he says. "I'm sorry. But those kids were being cruel. I had to do something.", you say. "Well... it was awesome!", he smiled. "But also very scary!" You laugh which helps sooth him a little.

Heisenberg

"Screw driver.", is all Karl said with an outstretched palm. He was working on some type of mechanical heart for his experiments. He wanted you to lend a "helping hand" even though he could easily do it all by himself. He did this because he wanted to be around you, he was just too stubborn with too big of an ego to simply say it. So here you were, handing him every little tool he asks for.

"Do you want the big one or the little one?", you say with a hint of boredom in your tone. "Aw c'mon don't sound like that! Isn't this exciting? It's like you're working on it with me! Also, hand me the big one.", you do as he says and hand him the big screw driver. "I just don't get it. You literally have powers. You can easily do this by yourself and have been for so long. Why do you need me to help?" He pauses for a second and looks over towards you, his brow slightly furrowed. "I don't NEED you to help. I just thought it would be nice for you to help out. Plus, you're the one always bitching about me constantly working. Well, here you are! Helping me work! So, either suck it up or you can leave." His harshness had no real ill will in it. He was just confused and a bit too ignorant to consider his words. But, he was testing your patience. He continued to use the screwdriver until handing it to you without saying a word.

"Hand me a screw.", he demanded with his hand facing palm up again. "Which size?" "They're all the same sizes, dumbass." You feel your blood begin to boil. "They're different fucking sizes! This one is smaller than this one!", you hold up two screws that are obviously different sizes. This makes Karl angry. Not because you were right, but because you seemed upset over something that seemed so insignificant.

"If you came here just to yap in my ear, then I don't think I need your assistance.", he huffed. You put the selection of tools and supplies he was making you hold on the table he is working on and ball your fists. "You're the one who told me to do this in the first place!", you yell. "Yeah, because you won't stop bitching! Non-stop you're always compla-" you cut him off before he can finish. "SHUT UP!", you yell. The room goes silent. "YOU SAY I'M BITCHING? HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KARL YOU BITCH AND MOAN ALL THE TIME! I'M DONE TAKING SHIT FROM YOU!" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He felt something much more overwhelming. Was he.. intimidated? He didn't move from his seat. All he could do was look up at you with a confused expression. What now? What is there to do? If he pushes you further, what would happen? He was actually too scared to find out.

You take a deep breath to calm down before speaking. "Now, if you want me to help with your shit, I'll stay as long as you keep your mouth shut. Can you possibly manage to do that?" He gulps nervously. "Yes ma'am."

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: When they accidentally kill you

Requested by: okokok121 + @RitaRoseFromBBB

(Ok, I know you did ask for the doctors + Mikell and Strelnikov, but I've decided to add the SCPs in here if that's alright with you. And also, sorry if I didn't capture Strelnikov's attitude well as I'm not as familiar with him compared to Mikell, yet again I'm not familiar with Jack Bright's family other than TJ and 321)

Sorry if it wasn't up to your standards. I just felt that some of these characters weren't the type to kill the reader, even if it wasn't intentional.

WARNING: Slight Angst

Dr Simon Glass

Simon wouldn't be the one to accidentally kill you himself, but it's more of the situation he put you in without realising the full extent of the consequences. He was just busy writing his patients' reports, and you just strolled in his office to check upon him. Simon stopped what he was doing and smiled with you as you both ate your food in his ever so clean office. As you were about to leave, Glass requested you to deliver something to Jack Bright in which you did. You and Jack were close friends (not so surprising since you're both equally as mad as each other) so if Simon wanted to know where he is or if he needed to give him something, he would go to you first. You managed to deliver the parcel to Bright in 682's containment cell and you both laughed before you returned. Unfortunately, 682 was having a rough day due to being a subject to Bright's test (I would be too tbh) which caused him to become more aggressive than usual and attacked 3 researchers. One of them being you as 682 dragged you down to the acid bath with him and Jack rushed to save you. Bright wasn't able to and he had to fulfil;l his duty to tell Simon Glass that you passed as 682 had killed you during a test. Needless to say, Glass was forced to take time off with Bright due to this event and he became more distant for months to come. Bright had to keep it together just so Simon wouldn't have to lose the shred of sanity he had in him.

Dr Jack Bright

You and Bright were doing some tests on one of the more dangerous SCPs (no, it's not that giant mf lizard of that warrior killing machine) in which your job was to handle these creatures while Jack was doing all the lab stuff. The SCP you both were conducting your research on was ●●|●●●●●|●●|● (SCP 2521 - We're getting ripped tonight, RIP my friends) and you were doing all sorts of things which resulted in you summoning this creature out of the blue by accident. Bright had to drag you out away from the creature and you just stood there observing its behaviour until it noticed you. Jack Bright had to take you on the run yet again (cuz you do be stoopid and stubborn so all yall wanna do is stare at something that's gonna kill ya. JUST RUN BIATCH!!!) but the SCP managed to catch up with you both and snatched you before Bright could even get help. Jack was astonished and deeply depressed since the incident and was left increasingly agitated after every walking day and even Glass couldn't get him out of his shell. He would pretend that everything's fine, but deep down, everyone knows that he's not (that's a whole ass mood right there buddy). Bright was extremely guilty for making you research 2521 and tried to summon it again, but all other scientists stopped it.

Dr Alto Clef

Clef was just doing his job, managing all the Keter class SCPs with ease and without hesitation. You know this from first-hand experience on your very first day on the job 3 years ago and Clef took an interest in you so he took you under his wing. So on this mission, he's on, he wanted to take you with him so you went along (not like you'd say no to this madman anyways right?). It was a breach on one of the sites with a sh- ton of Keter class SCPs and your jobs were to exterminate/neutralise them and save all the other researchers in which your team did do well and were still alive. You on the other hand were killed in action by SCP 939 (NOW WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS RELEASED MY PETS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?!). Clef wasn't able to save you on time, but he managed to kill 2 of those SCPs. When he got back, he hid in his office and was depressed for 23.3 weeks and when he managed to drag himself out, he was bawling his eyes out. He deeply regretted taking you on a mission with him and swore an oath that if he were to ever take another person under his wing (probs in like 50 years), he would do anything in his power to not take them on a life-threatening mission.

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

You were out with Kondraki, just laying on the grass like you normally do as you just watched Kondraki take photographs of various and random stuff. Not long later, you asked him if he could teach you how to become such an avid photographer like him, so he did. However, little did you and Kondraki know that his butterfly friends felt danger lurking around the area you were in and quickly transformed into a threatening SCP to defend you both. Lurking around the woods were uncontained 939s running loose on the ground in which the booterflies attacked it. One of the red lizards was ready to pounce onto Kondraki to which you ran and pushed him out of the way (BAD DOGGO ))),:<). Luckily he was unharmed, but you, on the other hand, was heavily injured so Kondraki rushed you back to the foundation's medic. You died there shortly after and Kondraki blamed himself for getting you hurt on a harmless visit to the woods for some photographs. Bright and Clef begged Glass to do some psychological evaluation on Kondraki despite him telling them that he needs some time alone before he could do such things.

O5 Council Mikell Bright

When you're with Mikell, he would be his true self, being honest and relaxed since you're his most trusted partner. Moreover, he would tell you everything about what the O5 Council has been doing and their top secrets and you would always keep your lips sealed. The other members are wary of this at first but soon warm up to you since you're one of the most trusted individuals. Being with the cowboy is quite entertaining and you'll be quite protected being with him, so most of the time, you get free reign over the foundation, however, you still had to obey the rules as you weren't exactly a member of the O5 council and that would also help you from making people think you're sus for being treated so differently. That day was one of the days where your freedom got the better of you as you were on a mission with Mikell and he was about to aim at the target until you pushed him out of the way from danger. He quickly gained his composure and tried to shoot the anomaly behind you which he missed and shot you instead. Mikell was in shock and tried to get the medics, but by the time they arrived, you've already passed. Jack had to check up on his brother regularly to see how he's doing and to make sure he doesn't fall off the edge, reminding him that you wouldn't want to see him this way.

Agent Dmitri Arkadeyevich Strelnikov

As an agent, Strelnikov's life and his closest friends and relatives would be on the line. He wouldn't know when, where or how he would die and is in constant fear of losing everyone around him, especially you. One time, he took you on a mission with him since you were trained under him and he felt that you were ready to go onto your first-ever mission (well too bad, it's your last mission since y'all just suck at your jobs and this poor man has to drag you up from hell and y'all just fall back in) and so you guys went and attempted to gain information and track down some SCPs. Dmitri had to save you a few times since you didn't heed his advice and looked behind your back and that one time he left you on your own, you were murdered by a ruthless group from one of the GOIs. This, of course, deeply saddened agent Strelnikov as he was washed away by the guilt he had from leaving you to stand by your own 2 feet. You were a bright and gentle person who always looked up to him, always eager to learn and never want to fail him. These traits are what drew you to him and he was hoping to have you on his team permanently, however, that dream was long gone (just like your non-existent brain cells trying to keep your life together so y'all don't do stupid things) as you were snatched away from him in an instant. He wrote the report once he went back to the foundation and locked himself up for so long the doctors had to get him out (like your guardians whenever you don't wake up in the mornings).

Extras:

SCP 073 (Cain)

You and Cain were strolling around site 17 until a containment breach happened. Cain had to drag you by your arm since you froze (like a deer in headlights XD) and didn't react to anything since you were afraid. Luckily you did manage to get your senses back together and ran with him. Not long later, a Keter class SCP came charging at you and in a panic, Cain pushed you aside without a glance which caused another SCP to kill you since you were blocking the way. He looked over to you to see that you were wounded, lifted you up, and found a medic. Cain blamed himself for not looking carefully and had he done that, you wouldn't be dying. By the time the medic and you both arrived, you were already at the brink of death and when 343 finally arrived, you were long gone. 343 had to calm 073 down from trying to seek revenge once again but he can't due to the overwhelming guilt he had on him. 343 managed to ease his mind a bit which caused him to blackout. The researchers had to put him under their watchlist to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid (like you when you're studying for your important exams).

SCP 076 (Abel)

It was a normal day for you and Abel to hang around until this one mf guard angered Abel to which caused a containment breach. He went on a rampage (you do be here like Hercules! Hercules! XD) in which you had to try and calm him down. By the time you went to the main part of the facility, you saw many of the D-classes and researchers beheaded (like the previous queens in- never mind). When you had found Abel attempting to slaughter a guy, you jumped in front of the victim and by the time Abel realised that you were there, his sword cut you open in half (KO! 10 points to Gryffindor). He was overwhelmed with guilt and anxiety about him killing you by accident and returned to his box as demanded by the MTF members. The scientists noticed a change in Abel's behaviour and never questioned it. Those who knew what had happened never mentioned it in fear of another breach and left him be.

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

It was an ideal Saturday night at the foundation. You and our adorable 999 was wandering around the facility minding your own business until some madman came charging into the foundation. The alarm for the breach went on and everyone was confused since there weren't any dangerous SCPs on the loose. As it turns out, it was an intruder from one of the other GOIs trying to kidnap some of the SCPs. You and 999 just so happened to be in the exact same spot as the intruder and was holding a weapon of some sort. Realising what's happening, 999 pushed you out of the way just as the intruder fired her weapon which missed you both. One of the agents caught up with both of you and tried to shoot the intruder but ended up shooting you just as you got up which killed you. 999 never greeted any visitors in his cell ever again for quite some time and the researchers attempted to bribe him but failed.

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

You were requested to take part in a test with 682 and another Keter class SCP in a test room and your job was to make sure 682 weren't allowed to lash out at the researchers because of this test. However, this certain Keter class SCP has decided that it wants to attack you in which 682 shoved you aside to protect you. The researchers ran in to save you but the other SCP managed to pounce on you and suffocated you to the brink of death. 682 was about to take a chonki bite out of that SCP but instead, he bit you instead, killing you instantly. He regretted every decision he has ever made and never attacked the foundation staff for months.

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

This doctor was just minding his own business until some dumbass researchers rushed into his room like some fanboys trying to get their noona's signatures. 049 was entertained by this remark but was soon agitated as they disturbed his work and wouldn't leave him alone. So, 049 used his lethal touch on some of the researchers as the rest ran. Luckily, they ran into you, so you managed to calm down the angri bird doctor. Unfortunately, that didn't go as planned as he had mistaken you as one of the other fanboys and stabbed you right into your heart. As soon as he had realised what he's done, he rushed you into his cell and performed surgery on you. Mid-surgery, he soon realised that you were losing too much blood and died right then and there. He mourned for quite some time as the other researchers were severely punished as it had led to your death which could've been avoided.

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Like the other SCPs mentioned in the list, there was a test that resulted in your death. 035 was instructed to change to another human as the black goo was secreted from the mask and so he obeyed as you were slouching by the corner of the test room. Except for this time, it is being worn by a taller and more muscular man who was a wanted man due to his former job as a mercenary. As the researchers watched intently, the mask soon felt slightly overpowered but was resolved quickly due to his evergrowing abilities and experience in possessing those who come near it or is wearing the mask. The mask spoke of the discomfort of being overpowered to which the researchers took note of this statement and watched. You were somewhat concerned to you went closer to your beloved partner to check up on him. However, upon coming closer to 035, he switched his usual persona to the man wearing it, becoming more aggressive and unable to control this body, killing the first person he sees, which was you. This stunned the researchers as the guards tried to pry him off you. When they managed to get him off, you were no longer breathing. In the next interview with 035, he displayed extreme guilt and sadness of his inability to possess the man well enough to control him fully and made a request for him to be left alone for a while.

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

You both met up during the breach a few steps away from 096's cell. He was wandering around to find you while covering his elongated face. All the other researchers were outside trying their best to stay calm and deal with this massive breach until they just saw 096 walking about looking for someone. It instantly clicked in their mind and offered to look for you as long as he goes back to his cell afterwards to which he agreed. Upon finding you, another SCP was attempting to attack you but was soon neutralised by the other MTFs. 096 managed to push you away beforehand but his throw was so strong that you died on the impact when you fell to the ground (you really did get yeeted lmao). As 096 and the others ran towards you to make sure you were ok, you had stopped breathing and 096 screamed in sadness which flooded the whole field. As he was contained back to his cell, they noticed a small detail about 096 which was him wailing every now and again about your death.

SCP 105 (Iris)

You and Iris were just strolling down site 17 to meet with Cain and Dr James Dantensen. Once you've arrived at the agreed location within site 17, you guys were just catching up with old times and sharing your memories and stories about your everyday lives. However, this jolly moment only lasted for so long as someone had breached the containment to target you as you were close to a lot of the SCPs, especially the humanoid ones. As you, along with the others, ran to safety, the enemy caught up with you and threatened you for your knowledge of the SCPs. Iris finally caught up with you just in time to see the commotion and shoved you out of the way. Cain managed to shield you from another guy who attempted to shoot you in which Iris retaliates by throwing a knife back, but instead, injured you instead. She ran over and screamed as you slowly blacked out. Cain had to carry you over as Dantensen was calling the medics and you barely managed to survive. During your days in the hospital, the suspect managed to suffocate you which alarmed everyone. During the days that followed, Iris had been seeking out revenge as Cain tried to make her stay calm and think more rationally.

SCP 106 (Old Man)

It was another day spending some time in 106's pocket dimension as you relaxed with him. You both talked about your past experiences and the obstacles you both had overcome. Once you both were done relaxing (aka never you lazy catto so get up and do something useful for once cuz I don't wanna see yall get screamed at by your family and non-existent friends (jk jk i hope they're treating you well)), 106 took you back to his containment cell and just sat there as the researchers looked at you both blankly. 096 caused a containment breach which, of course, freed you both from 106's cell and you made a run for it (RUN FOREST RUN!). As you and 096 came into contact, 106 tried to put himself between the both of you, knowing what 096 was capable of. Unfortunately, this resulted in 106 being attacked and you died from looking at his face (wear a damn mask 096, you're in the middle of a pandemic). Saddened by the news, 106 seek revenge but was briefly neutralised and shipped to another facility so it wouldn't cause another breach due to his rage.

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delicrieux · 3 years

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #myso #make you say oh #imagine #imagines

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november 1869.

to remember what has been lost; to protect what still remains.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: drama. words: 2.4k contains: descriptions of blood/death, a reckoning.

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 26. start from the beginning?

Before Queen Jeonghui’s tomb, you stand with hands bowed in reverence, mind laden with warm memories as sticks of incense burn above your fingertips.

“We all miss you, daebi-mama. I hope you are resting well,” you murmur, letting the smoke mingle with your breath in the air as you bow, deeply. “Happy birthday.”

A little ways away, the single guard that accompanies you is also offering his thoughts to the raised, grassy mound that the queen lies beneath. You’re glad it’s Myungho to come with you today. He’s a good man, one who allows you as much freedom as possible. He understands your need to escape sometimes. Nearby, the horses you rode here are grazing on the field, quietly snorting as their tails swish from side to side.

As you look upon the tomb, you wonder wistfully if mother has found the queen in the spirit world. If they’re playing the game of janggi they so loved in life, when both could find the rare time to continue their decade-long (friendly) rivalry while indulging in cups of strong, dark tea. The thought brings a smile to your face even as fresh tears fall at the remembrance.

In your peripheral vision, you see a swish of fabric, the sign of someone approaching. You give one last bow and slot your incense in the traditional tray, realizing it must be time to leave before it gets too cold and your limbs begin to freeze even under the layers of clothes. You must go back eventually, you know it, but that doesn’t make it easier.

But when you turn, the man that stands beside you wears royal robes — the scarlet fabric and golden dragons unmistakable.

“Jeonha?”

The king’s face holds only sorrow as he holds matching incense in his hands. Staring straight ahead, he bends into a bow, dipping his head repeatedly low, low, lower until he’s almost on the dying, waterlogged grass with it, the lit grey tips flickering in the wind as they are nearly doused from the force of his movements. He bites his lip hard, so hard he draws blood as he punishes his own legs with the bows but he doesn’t stop.

You watch him with emotion clinging to your throat, but you swallow the questions you want to ask as you swipe at your wet cheeks. Why are you here? Why did you change your mind? How are you? Are you okay? All these impertinent questions are for you, to satisfy your own curiosity, and that’s not what he needs right now.

Quietly, steadily, you wait until he has finally stuck in the incense in the memorial ash. You wait until he opens his eyes, red-rimmed as they are, and finds your gaze.

“I… decided at the last moment,” he murmurs. “You… were right. I had to see her.”

You nod. Think you understand everything else he means as well, even if he’s left it unspoken. “Me too.”

“She would have liked that you’re here.”

That simple sentence threatens another wave of nostalgia and longing. You let it pull you under. Sink yourself into it. The mourning, the grief. And the love. The love that was there. The love that still remains, the traces of it held in you both. Your fingers twitch with a sudden, daring want to take his hand. To meet your palms and find the warmth and the life pulse that beats so closely, so resolutely just beneath the surface despite all this pain and all this loss. If you could just reach out. If you could just take another risk…

“Jeonha, run!”

The scream comes from the hill behind you. You both whirl.

The head of the royal guard comes running over with his sword drawn. His teeth are grit, hair blown from the wind that sweeps through the grass, rippling. His blade is already stained with a color that makes your stomach lurch at the implication.

“Hoseok— What’s going on?” The king yells back.

“Rebels! An ambush. We don’t have enough men!”

These few seconds are all the warning you get.

An incredible roar of voices comes exploding up and then you see them. The thick crowd of men that come surging over the hill, fighting their way towards you. The unforgettable clatter of metal on metal desecrates this once-sacred ground. Your legs go soft as you panic, scrambling. You’re trying not to watch as guards and rebels alike are cut down, but the enemies are steadily advancing still. What should you do? Where should you go?

“Myungho, get the horses!” The king barks out. But one look at the steeds tells you that they’re frightened, rearing back as men descend upon them. They’re off, running away on instinct to preserve their own lives while damning yours.

“Jeonha, what are your orders?” Myungho’s grip on his weapon is tight.

“Go. Help Hoseok.”

“Yes, jeonha!”

But as the battle wears on, the dread in you only grows. The king’s men are skilled, but it seems there were only a few to begin with. They are overwhelmed by sheer numbers, yelling for jeonha to escape but he doesn’t move. You don’t know what to do. You are at a complete loss, standing beside him with fingers growing steadily numb. You have to do something. You— You can’t just let it end here, at the hands of these men bellowing with violence and anger and pain.

“Jeonha, w-we have to run,” you stutter, forcing yourself to move, tugging at the fabric of his robes. But when you look back at the opposite side, your only escape route, a throng of rebels come scattering across the grass. Cutting you off; rendering you helpless.

“Myungho, cover the rear!” Hoseok spits out as he takes down another three by himself, the quick whip of his blade reflecting a beam of sun. But even he, with two other guards in front, cannot hold all of them off, though there are less of the rebels now that remain standing.

Caught in the middle, you can only watch your allies strain and sweat. In your heart, you promise desperately that you heal them in the end, if only they will hold on now.

With an awful cry, one of the guards hits the ground and a rebel uses that chance. Breaks through the line of defense and charges right towards you both.

“Fuck the king!” He yells, his face smeared with dirt, his sword raised as his bare feet trip upon the grass but he just keeps coming somehow and you have no weapons and you have no shields but the very first instinct, the most primal one you have is to throw yourself in front of the king and take his pain for him and—

Hoseok dispatches the rebel from behind just as you move a single step forward.

“You…” The king’s voice is hoarse. His eyes are wide with shock as he stares at you, at what you just did. Then he’s shoving you aside and stooping to pick up the abandoned sword from the ground.

You realize what he means when he sweeps up his sleeves, adjusts his grip on the worn handle. “Wait, no, jeonha, you cannot—”

“Stay behind me.”

“I cannot allow you to—”

“Do not argue with me.”

Again, he leaves you with no choice but to watch his back.

Fear pounds away in your body like a thousand drums, thunder booming through the pulse of your clenched heart in your ears as the king takes a first brutal swing at an enemy. Somewhat out of practice against the towering man, he’s shoved back by the sheer force of the clash, feet skidding across the wet grass but he refuses to yield. Stubborn as he always is, he rushes in again only to be pushed back. Again.

The king tilts his blade, slices it quick only to have one sent right back at him, barely missing his shoulder by an inch. He doesn’t even flinch as he stands firm. Adapts in the moment and tries a new strategy, a new tactic that has him spinning, robes fluttering in the winter air as his shuddering breath comes out in a puff of white and ends in a fury of red. And again. And again until finally, finally, only the strongest of the rebels remain standing with the few allies you left, along with your brutal, bloodied king.

Before you, all the men are panting, open mouthed, every last one of them desperate for a victory that spells the doom of the other.

“Come on then,” the king goads, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a show of nonchalance even though he’s obviously fatigued. “Attack.”

“You little shit!”

This man is enormous, easily a head above the king and he’s strong, muscles bulging from his torn tunic as he thrusts the sword ahead with surprising speed. The quick rush of air slices through two layers of robes, splitting the dirtied fabric open as the king narrowly escapes without a new scar. But his return stab doesn’t meet a mark and he’s slow on the rebound, steps lost some of the agility he had at the start.

Please. Please, you beg to whatever god may be listening, don’t let him die. But that rebel seems to have an endless strength as he forces the king back, meets him blow for blow for blow and you are so worried, terrified you’re going to see his last moments like this. Like this you will have been with him until the end just like you once stupidly wished. You’re so caught up you don’t realize what’s going on behind you.

“Su-uinyeo-nim! Watch out!” Myungho’s voice cracks as he cries your name, but you turn too slow. Myungho’s on the ground and the rebel that beat him is sprinting towards you, savagery in his scowl, his crude axe already suspended in mid-swing, just a few more steps, just one more shove to land right across your heart and you, you who has never held a weapon before in her life, you who has lived to heal and mend instead of hurt, what can you do right now but die?

“No!”

The scream is hoarse, a furious sound matched with a rush of robes that whip past your own.

You peel open your eyes in time to watch the king take the axe blow meant for you with his left arm. Despite his bark of pain, he swings with his right in exchange and it’s enough. The rebel falls, his axe plummeting uselessly beside him. Then the king falters too, sword clattering down as he finally drops to his knees.

“Jeonha!” You scramble to him. “Oh god, oh god, jeonha, why did you do that— Jeonha, how could you do such a thing? Jeonha!” You part the stained robes, stomach churning at the raw sight of his sacrifice. “We need to fetch you help. You need medicine, oh god, oh god.” This is panic like you’ve never felt it before as you look around, as if some miracle could occur, as if it hasn’t already occurred by the fact that you’re both still alive.

To one side, Hoseok is alone, gasping hard with the enormous rebel lying prone beside him, evidently having finished him off. Myungho has a gash running down his side, but he’s crawling towards you both still with a hand pressed to his wound for pressure. There is no one else. You have to do this on your own. You have to calm the hell down.

Using the nearby sword, you force yourself to focus and stop shaking as you cut strips of the inner layer of your skirt. You have to save his arm even as nausea swims in your mind, nerves making you want to empty your stomach.

“Hah...” The king’s chest lurches as he struggles for air. His eyes are hazy but he manages to fix them on you, as if to ground himself. “You’re… safe?”

Nodding frantically, you start to wrap the cloth around him, willing your fingers not to slip. “I-It’s deep, jeonha. Your wound is so deep.” You’re quietly sobbing as you tie the makeshift bandage to stop the worst of the bleeding. How could he be thinking of you at a time like this? It must hurt excruciatingly so, yet he is still trying to be strong.

Beside you, Hoseok is carrying Myungho’s weight, using the extra cloth to help his ally with his limited medical training.

“…Hoseok.” The king sucks in another long breath. “They… Those rebels were peasants, weren’t they?”

“Yes, jeonha… I think they were.”

He accepts this knowledge silently as you finish your preliminary treatment, but lack the resources to do anything else. You stare at the fresh red seeping through the flimsy cloth and hope desperately that it will be enough for now, until one of you can return to the palace and gather reinforcements to take you home. Feeling your fingers stop, he immediately tries to move his arm but winces, bites his lip at the sudden jolt.

“Don’t move, please,” you instantly say.

The king huffs a long, exhausted sigh as he sinks into the ground. Lets the tension seep out of him, though likely not by choice. His dark eyes flicker to the tomb briefly before they slide closed, the scar ever slashed startlingly crimson across the right side. Despite his best attempts, he is still winded, depleted. Human, after all. After all of this.

You brush matted strands of light hair away from his forehead, and pat at the drops of sweat that linger and prove how hard he pushed himself to fight. He shifts into your touch like a stray animal, allowing you take care of him for once without argument until his breaths even some, settling only in your arms.

“It seems it’s been a long time,” he says softly after a moment, his eyes remaining shut.

“Since?”

“Since I’ve protected someone.”

Your pulse catches. Blood thrums through you as you whisper, “but you did.” Your voice is viscous with relief, and gratitude. “You did.”

Only now do you dare to reach for his hand, to lend him some of your strength, even though you have seen again just how much of it he already holds in himself.

Wrapped in your warmth, he squeezes back just the once. Lets you know he is here, he is here, he is here with you still.

a/n: because i could never forget the way he wielded that sword in the mv. so... how you feel about our king now?

#ficswithluv #btsghostie #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts angst #yoongi angst #historical au #moonlit throne #rain writes #things only continue to shift don't they?

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