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fairydollsteps · 3 years

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Hey

Can I request Zenitsu with a female demon reader who lost her husband because of demons and was turned into a demon too and Zenitsu reminds her of her husband when they first meet so she just starts to cry and hug, cling to him? c:

Hello! I find your request interesting and I would love to write it down! :D I do hope you don’t mind if I describe the reader's relationship with Zenitsu is platonic instead just see Zenitsu like a family member as the reader would be a lot older than him, like an adult and also there will be some changes here and there but is related to your request. I do hope what I wrote is what you wanted! There will be a short scenarios about the reader past and some headcanon along with it too. Enjoy reading! 💖

Zenitsu with a Sisterlike Demon Friend

The happiness that you thought would last forever with your dear husband was shattered into countless pieces

It all happens during the night where you and your husband were eating dinner together. The food served was delectable that you enjoy it so much. Just like how the demon enjoying itself devouring your husband after it has crashed into your home.

Just right before you were attacked by the vicious demon, your husband covers you and fights back. Even so, the demon has left you a severe wound that has its blood in it which you will suffer later on.

You were watching your husband fighting the demon back, watches his neck get bitten in the process while you try to stop your bleeding. He screamed at you to run and never come back, you can hear the anguish and pain in his voice.

You did what you were told by your husband out of fear and distress as you can’t handle another second to see the sight of your beloved getting killed. You head out of your house and run away, never looking back. You run as fast as you can, not noticing your blood dripping down from your wound, leaving a trail of blood behind you as you run.

You are turning into a demon as you kept running. It hurts physically but you ignored it and keep running but it worse as you can feel a sharp piercing pain from you wound. You collapsed down and started vomiting blood on the ground violently. Blood is also shedding from your eyes and you can feel your whole entire body tormented from this excruciating pain.

You are turning into a demon.

Now that all conclude the reader’s past, let dive into the headcanons part(cause I am lazy to put in so much effort in continuing this.)

You thought you are going to die at this point, what you didn’t know that the blood trail behind that you bled before has kill some demons with its lethal scent that was about to prey on you.

Little did you know, a young lady with butterfly hairpin both side, wearing a black uniform was watching the whole thing unfold. Watching you vomiting blood on the ground violently then collapsed unconscious.

The next thing you saw after you regain your conscious is where you in a cell. You also saw a bunch of people in different height and build. You also saw the young lady earlier right before you collapsed.

You expect yourself to be petrified because the people are glaring deep in to your soul but you felt nothing. Numb will be the right word for how you are feeling now when suddenly the lady you saw before walk up to you.

“Hello, I am Kanae Kocho. Please stay calm, we are not going to do anything with you. We just wanted to have a talk with you,” she said as she smile sweetly.

That’s when a man with a black shoulder length comes in. Kagaya Ubuyashiki.It’s his name you heard as he was introduced by his children.

He talks to you gently while you are in a cage with a soft smile. He asks you what had happened to you and you explains everything, the tragic events that you have to go through to him.

Of course, the people you saw earlier who were introduced as the Hashira, were suspicious about what you said but also shocked that you have saved many slayers from their corps.

Apparently, what they meant is that your Blood Demon Art has saved countless of lives from the corps where they were investigating the area you were in to hunt down demons.

None has died, only some suffer minor injuries.

Of course, there is some arguments here and there whether they should keep you as their most powerful weapon to hunt demons down or to just slay your head off for good.

It was then decided that the Demon Slayer Corps should keep you after Kanae express her opinion and concern that many casualties would happen if it wasn’t for your power and that you have no intention of killing humans.

Once all has been concluded, you were left to be alive instead getting your head cut off but you would many restrictions. You were later send to Tamayo and Yushiro to stay with them.

You started your lives with them. Tamayo welcomed you in warmly while Yushiro is just glaring at you which he soon get scolded by Tamayo.

Your Life as a demon

Let’s just say that, your husband’s death has put a huge impact on you deeply. You become cold and emotionless. The only person who you can trust for now is Tamayo as she also go through the same thing and also has similar demon technique.

You help her with creating medicine and stuff and soon become a doctor just like her.

Yushiro would later on have respect with you for how you work hard for Tamayo.

You don’t show it, you are disgusted of yourself for become a same species with the monster that has murdered your dear husband. You would left yourself a scar or cut on your face every time you see yourself in the mirror, just watching the blood drip down and hating yourself.

You don’t care about the injuries you had put on yourself cause it will regenerate itself anyway because you are a demon. You bottle and repress your feelings because you are demon and nobody care if you cry cause you are hated for what you have become. Even you never choose to become what you have become.

You are afraid of the thought of how your husband would think about because you have become a demon.

Because you are a demon.

You keep thinking about this often, degrading yourself while keeping a stern and empty face. Showing absolutely no emotions and weakness.

The only reason why you are still alive is because Tamayo was there to comfort you when you are feeling down although you never show it.

One day, you were the strolling around the street during the night. You just want to relax a bit from your mind. The street was dark and quiet. After all, you were out late in the night.

Until the silence was interrupted by a scream from a far distance. You follow it as it sounds like someone is in trouble and hopeless.

You saw a demon on your way, hobbling towards to you. You don’t care about it an annihilate it immediately using your blood demon technique.

That’s when the scream stops, you turn around and saw a blonde boy on top a tree, clinging tightly on one of its branches.

“IS IT DEAD ALREADY!?!?!??! IS IT!??! IS IT!!!! THAT THING WAS HELLA SCARY THAT I JUST RUN!!!!!! the boy screamed.

You walk to towards to the tree and reach out your hand to him.

“No worries, is gone now. Please come down. You might fall,” you said in a reserved turn.

“A-a-are you sure!!??!?!? Y-y-you s-should you k-k-killed it??? he said obviously not believing a word you say until he realized something. You are a demon.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! YOU JUST KILL IT WITH WHAT SEEMS LIKE A BLOOD DEMON ART!!! YOU ARE A DEMON!!!!?!?!? WHY THE HELL DID YOU SAVE ME!??!?! he yelled again after realisation hits him like a boulder.

That’s when you saw a clear image of the boy. He looks just like him. Your husband . You froze for a while and the way the boy knowing you are a demon reminds you all the past. The past that you wished to cover forever comes back.

Your knee drop and then you starts sobbing. All your hate and disgust on yourself is coming back at the same time and its too much for you to handle them anymore. You continue think how your late husband thinks of you. A monster? A strange creature? Not the person that he used to love?

You started to cry when the boy talks to you. “U-um...hey, I am s-sorry for w-what I mentioned earlier,” There is some fear in his voice but there is also some gratitude and sincerity in it. “E-even if you are a d-demon, you did s-save my life after all,”.

He still though keep his distance with you. You noticed a wound on his hand and some on the side of his forehead. You offer the boy to treat your wounds as it do looks pretty severe.

He was reluctant for a while until give in. You still keep your distance with him while tending him, as you do not wanted to scared him like before. Mainly because it makes you think that’s how your husband feel to you because the boy looks so much like your husband except the boy is blonde.

“What’s your name?” you ask. “U-um is Zenitsu A-agatsuma. You can call me Z-Zenitsu,” he answered. “I’m (Y/n) (L/N),”.

Once you finished tending him, you explain yourself a bit that you are working for Demon Slayer Corps along with Tamayo and Yushiro. Zenitsu soon trusted you a little after knowing that you are a no threat.

Just as he was about, you quickly propose to walk back with him as you are worry for his safety to go back.

You both begin to talk and knowing about each other as you both walk. You and Zenitsu enjoy together chatting and Zenitsu is smiling because he can finally talk to a women without making himself a complete fool and making himself look weird. You begin to smile and feel happy for the first time and forever after what you have gone through.

Your Relationship with Him

Once Zenitsu is comfortable with you, your relationship with him is quite similar with Tanjiro, Nezuko and Tamayo. Like Zenitsu helps you finally feel happy and makes you smile just like how Tanjiro and Nezuko makes Tamayo feel the loving feelings of a family.

You are pretty older than Zenitsu so Zenitsu calls you (L/N)-san as a sign of respect for you and you really appreciate it.

You begin visiting the Butterfly Estate during after for a long time just to see how Zenitsu is doing. Shinobu, of course was aware and distrustful with you but warm up a little after knowing that you just wanted to know how Zenitsu is doing after coming back from a mission. Shinobu started to welcome you when you come to visit and started to respect you after you are willingly to share some of your knowledge with poison and medicine with her. she stills don’t trust you but still has some respect and kindness for you.

Zenitsu would introduce you to his friends,Tanjiro and Inosuke. You heard a lot about them from Zenitsu during your conversation with him. Tanjiro would a little bit flustered because of how gorgeous you are and a little scared because you look so stern and cold but soon warm up to you after you treat him with kindness and respect. Inosuke would also like you after you give him some rice balls and shrimp that he becomes so touched that he was stucked for a while because of how generous you are and thinks you are some goddes or something.

Zenitsu would of course be pissed if these two were to hog your attention too much that he feels left out. You would of course meet Nezuko as both you and Nezuko suffered from the same tragedies.

Zenitsu won’t feel any romantic feelings for you because you are a lot older than him so instead, he sees you as like and elder sister and a role model.

You would act like a role model to Zenitsu. Always teaching him how to behave and collect himself when he lost his composure. Also giving him advice and so on. Zenitsu respect you deeply ever since then.

You would also act like a protective elder sister to Zenitsu. and zenitsu loves it. You would always check on him when he come back from a mission, making sure he is eating well, always making medicine for him when he is hurt and so on. You would sometimes offer to tag along a mission with Zenitsu so you can protect him and make sure he is alive. You did all of this for him because you do not want Zenitsu to suffer the same fate as your husband.

Speaking of your husband death, you have once mentioned your tragic past to Zenitsu and explained that he looks so much like your husband which explained why you are so protective and caring towards him. You also mention your hate and disgust on yourself for what you have become.

Then Zenitsu immediately freaks out after recalling your first meeting with hima and he apologies to you profusely. After feeling absolutely guilt for making you cry because of his overexaggerating reaction.

You reassure him that’s alright and is just that he didn’t know. He do still feels guilt though but you would give your sincere reassurance to him.

After you have talk about your past, he wanted to become stronger and more braver so you do not have to worry about him.

Zenitsu would come in a speed of lightning when he knows that you are upset on yourself and would try to comfort you. You really appreciate his effort in cheering you up.

You would also try to help Zenitsu in his training like explaining parts that he can improve and motivate him to continue fighting and training.

Because you are a demon and can’t walk under the sun, you and Zenitsu would hang out at the street markets or go shopping during the night. These memories you created with him are memorable and precious.

You were glad that you save Zenitsu from before as he has helps you heal the scar that was caused from your husband’s death.

All you wished for Zenitsu is for him alive and living happily.

Words: 2,340.....AAHAVIYQWVCKQW!!!! I am sorry that I got carried away for writing so much! I just have so many idea for this and would hate it so much to throw it away!!! This tooks me so long so likes and reblog would be deeply appreciated .Anyway, thank you for reading and have a good day!

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wexhappyxfew · 3 years

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SHANNON!! HELLO MY FRIEND ☺️☺️ hope you're having a lovely day!! Okay you know I absolutely your character Death, so whatever you want to talk about with him :)

KRYSTAAAA hello my friend! I hope you are having a great day yourself! You sent this yesterday but I wanted to take my time with this as discuss one of my *FAVORITE* things about Death in this post - appearance and reasons WHY he appears this way. I know we don’t see actual images, but I try to work with the description in Landslide to give Death, in my personified way, an appearance - because in my mind he has an appearance, quite similarly to a man - LET ME STOP MYSELF WE’LL GET INTO IT BELOW HAHA!!! AW THANKS!! :,) I’m so glad you enjoy it truly, that means so much and I’ve worked to really develop Him and His character all together along with His role with Natia because it is one of the most important connections Natia holds with someone in Landslide - even though they can’t ever speak - AGH I LOVE IT!! Let’s get into it!

SO -- we are going to work with 4 general images that I’ve always envisioned Death as and I’ll really talk about WHY I have Him as such because there are reasons why these pictures are the way they are and why I decided on these pictures for Him!

Let’s solidify two things first!

(1) When I created Death in general, I wanted to make Him a male, just because I saw Death as male in my mind and for the dynamic of the story it would work best. But for a spin-off from Landslide (there may be a few!) I’ve thought about digging into another aspect which is - in this sort of fic, Death is seen in the way the seer wishes to see Death, which I think is pretty cool! There’s a reason though Natia sees Death as male....ahem...Agent Mortem I’m looking at you.

(2) The two important things to touch on with the Death I’ve created - cloaks and wings - cloaks (+hood) have been broguht up a various amount of times already for Death n the 26 chapters of posted Landslide chapters and content BUT we have yet to discuss wings. I can’t jump TOO into that yet exactly, but that is the second most important aspect of Death I’ve crafted together! Keep that in mind!

OKAY...now that we have all of that put together, let’s jump into it - 4 pictures, 4 ideas - WE LOVE TO SEE IT!! There may also be a cut somewhere below - idk where, but it’ll be there! Enjoy!

AND AS A SIDE NOTE - THESE IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST SO NONE OF THESE IMAGES ARE ACTUALLY MINE OR CREATED BY ME!!!

FIRST IMAGE: This is probably the best, accurate description and image of Death in my eyes at least - I’m sure the readers have envisioned Him differently (just imagine He has a cloak on and it’s covering His head LOL!) - but in many ways this is my portrayal of how I envision Death. Almost looking as if he is a regular man - dark tousled hair, a grey coat, dark boots - the works! But he’s quite sad, this wandering person, aimlessly moving about and he’s quite grief-filled. And so, that’s a reason I particularly love this photo because we get the head focused downward to convey this portrayal of grief and how consuming it is. I really wasn’t out to make Death this emotionless person who just takes and takes - I wanted in my portrayal to show how much pain he holds - and how he is protecting Natia with all His might from someone like Himself because He can’t bare to do His duty that He has for eternity on Natia.

AND THE WINGS!! Okay, wings - we get more into the wings at the end of part 3 and extremely expanded in part 4 - but wings are extremely important. They are in fact black and feathered - I begin to reference him at the end of Part 3 as if he were a ‘Father of Ravens’ in a sense because of what a raven represents and for Death’s character I feel that is very true to his character specifically His role He takes in with Natia. You might even see him int he form of ravens as we come particularly out of Bastogne and the weather gets warmer - it will be very prominent.

I would say this is my absolute favorite - if you ever need a reference - this is image is 100% what I would have crafted for Death if he were portrayed in a picture!

SECOND IMAGE: Here is an absolute FAVORITE!!! (1) We know Natia sees Death essentially as male (for various reasons regarding Agent Mortem who literally is Agent Death or Agent of Death if we want - but that’s for another ask!) and so this I would say is a very good representation of the wings + ravens + eyes + profile of Death. The narrow-eye expression of his facial features if very prominent - Natia does much of the same - and let’s just say Death has picked that up as well. He sees the world really in blacks, whites and greys - similar to how Natia views the world because of Agent Mortem ( a morally grey character) and so I really took all of that and worked with it in this way! Natia, Death and Mortem are the mains in my mind and so they all see the world in grey - but who will break from that? They’re all connected with one another in many ways - who will break that?

But yes, in this picture, I go off the fact that in Landslide, Death will take the form of a raven as his best chance to get closer to Natia, to even try and interact with her and that is very prominent at the end of Part 3 and all of Part 4 and even some postwar!

THIRD IMAGE: OKAY - so here is where we get into more of the ‘cloaked figure’ that encompasses Death and this image of his cloaked figure. The cloak hides quite a lot of things and one of those things are his wings - which don’t really make an appearance until the end of Part 3 for various reasons! Which I can’t say just yet :) But it also hides his face - his expressions - why might you ask does he want to particularly hide that?

Let’s reference the most recent chapter update - Chapter 26, entitled Weapons Don’t Weep. (1) Natia is in fact a weapon, not only crafted by War, who makes his somewhat annual appearance, but also my Agent Mortem - who’s to say Death might’ve also crafted her? (2) Death and Natia have a unique connection - they can’t communicate through words, they can’t really communicate through much if you think about it - just feelings, emotions, thoughts. SO - this just adds onto evidence of how Death actually can control her a bit. The chaos that ensued at the end of Chapter 26 was a precursor to that - he can control her chaos, she can’t control his. The closing of his eyes - he uses a cloak to hide that he is abusing his power of control on her - and letting chaos warp her. NOW THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING - A MERE PRECURSOR AS STATED. We’ll get into it much later on and why, but the cloak covers wings + facial expressions for good reasoning.

AND THE HORSE YOU MAY ASK? Well...I did call Natia a dark horse right? The definition of a dark horse is “a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds.” Not only is Natia a lone wolf BUT she is very much a dark horse - you don’t know much but she manages to win her battles - she may not win the war, but she will wage a battle and win what she must to survive, that’s the name of the game currently. Plenty of times in discussion - it’s like Death and Natia at a game of poker, in a black room (as described by a friend!!) and that’s very real almost every chapter that is written and published - a tension continually building, awaiting to see what will happen next, and just a constant build off of that over and over again. She takes on the persona of a dark horse more often than not - she’s underestimated, never entirely trusted, yet she survives?! People start to take that into consideration, especially in Bastogne - BUT THAT IS FOR ANOTHER TIME!!!! :D

FOURTH IMAGE: OKAY NOW -- this is sort of the expected image - Death with his cloak, a cane, dark gloves, shadowed face that you can’t see. This is the image I imagine when I am writing and Death is sort of watching Natia from afar - purposely I place him in those scenarios for various reasons depending on what is happening in that time during the story. And this is the image he sort of takes on. I don’t have many notes particularly for this image, only simply the fact that this is what masks what is portrayed in the first image - it covers the wings, the facial expressions, the man that is evidently underneath and simply that a man - yet a being forever wandering aimlessly, doing his duty given for all of eternity. But I really think this is what most will remember the Death I chose to personify him by! :D

OKAY SO THIS WAS SERIOUSLY JUST SO FUN OMG!!! This is the first time I’ve used pictures to really dig into what I’m getting at with characters - especially handling a character to the capacity in which Death withholds - there’s a lot to unpack with Him! But I truly hope you enjoyed this - I’m always happy to do more of these for any of my characters - especially even War, or Natia, or Agent Mortem - I might even just do it for fun who knows - OF COURSE WHEN I HAVE TIME HAHA!!! But I really enjoyed this so thank you for indulging and enabling Krysta!!! This was super fun to give my in-depth take on someone like Death and how I decided to craft and personify him!

#band of brothers #landslide #bob fic #bob oc #natia filipska #natia + death #we have some pictures we have some descriptions #we have analysis #we have just a whole lotta stuff to unpack here #YEAH ITS QUITE JUST CHAOTIC THIS ENTIRE THING BUT WE LOVE THAT DONT WE!!! HAHAHA

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paradise-creator · 3 years

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Hi, can I have a BNHA and Haikyuu haven matchup ? I describe myself as much as I can I am a 163 cm INTJ girl with curly and light brown hair, brown eyes , I’m a little fat and I wear glasses I like to listen to nightcore or slowed music. I usually do not care about what people say and I do what I think is right. I am very introverted and I prefer to be myself(ngl sometimes I get annoyed really fast). I can be funny or serious around people and be quiet outside but from the inside I'm very shy and like to read books / manga and watch romance, horror movies and animation, and I usually get emotional watching them. I am a direct person to the people. I prefer to stay home to read comics, sleep, play, rather then go out with people. I like to take care of my appearance and take the time to get ready (I NEVER wear pants so I usually wear shorts or dresses) and people tend to say My personality is really edgy(idk what that means I think they mean I’m a bruh girl?). I’m really tsundere so sometimes some of my friends say that they think I’m emotionless and I never cry but if u look closely i actually do care about people I just show it to them with my little actions bc I’m not really good with words oh and one of my bestfriends always says that “U do not know how to express your feelings properly and people say that you do not know your worth and you hide ur true feelings” oh alsoooo Ive been to a karate and boxing class before but I hate sports that includes running and ummm My fav subject at school is maths but I’m really good with languages too!(I can speak 3 fully language and I can understand Arabic too)and I really like to teach people the studies that they don’t understand

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Old habits die hard

- A girl like her

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I'd match you up with

Akaashi Keiji, Fukurodani's setter

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- My plan A was Tokoyami

- My plan B was Iwaizumi

- SO PLAN C IT IS

- I paired you up with Akaashi!

-THIS DYNAMIC IS CUTE

- Akaashi is a very sweet and patient

- Since he deals with Bokuto, he is grateful taht he has an escape (I mean he lives Bokuto but this man needs a break-)

- He could definitely help with anything you need

- SILENT HYPE MAN

- He would also often help you express your emotions

- Expect a whole lot of "Darling" here

- He doesn't mind your Tsundere tendencies

- HE LOVES ALL SIDES OF YOU

- This man treasures you

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Old habits die hard

- He ALWAYS plans a date once every week

- He also bought this reversable mood plushie

- He has notes on you. Don't question why, but he did

- He loves laying his head on your lap and just nap

- He treats you differently compared to others

- He smiles more around you vuae eyou said you loved his smile.

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A girl like her

“Akaashi~ I heard you got yourself a girl,” Bokuto said to his younger friend. “Yes, I do have a girlfriend now. Is that a big of a surprise?” Akaashi said as he looked at Bokuto. “No! No! Just surprised as all,” Bokuto said as he chuckled. “Can I meet her?” He added excitedly. “I’m sure you would get to meet her soon enough. However, be gentle when it does happen. She is quite shy,” The shorter said before they parted ways. And throughout the whole school day, Bokuto and the rest of the volleyball team has been trying to find out who this girl is. They’ve heard a lot about her through Akaashi but they never really met her. And they’ve never seen Akaashi with anyone else. As they continued to stalk Akaashi in their free time, the pretty setter was merely sitting alone at lunch. “Okay, so he declined eating with me to sit alone? Am I annoying him now?” Bokuto sulked. He was then shushed when the team saw a girl walk towards him.

The stone faced he had faltered and a soft smile appeared. “Hey there, Love,” He said as he stood up. “Hello, how are you?” The girl responded. And that was a start of a long conversation. As time passes by, the volleyball team observed the couple. Well, that was until, Bokuto because he is Bokuto. “Hey Hey Hey, Akaashi! There you are,” He said as he walked toward the couple. His other team mates tried to stop him but it had not worked. “Hello Bokuto,” Akaashi said. “Who is this?” Bokuto asked as he gazed at the female beside him. “Bokuto, this is my girlfriend. Babe, this is the man I’ve been talking about,” Akaashi introduced. After the pleasantries and introduction, the three seemed to clicked. Bokuto didn’t feel like a 3rd wheel at all, which was kinda nice.

“Well, I’ll be going! You two enjoy the rest of your break,” Bokuto said before he left. And so the duo were left in a comfortable silence. “Are you okay, darling? If you are uncomfortable I can ask him to lower down the volume?” Akaashi asked. The curly haired female chuckled and shook her head. “No! No it’s fine, I don’t mind his energy,” She responded as she smiled. “That’s good then. You’ll see him a lot more,” The taller male then said as he kissed her forehead. “What did I do to deserve a girl like you?” He asked as he placed his head on her shoulder. “It just seems so surreal,” He added as he smiled. “You deserve the world, I should be asking that instead of you,” The female responded. “Then we deserve each other, because you are my world and I am yours. I think that’s how it goes,” Akaashi said. He then kissed her flustered cheek and smiled. Oh how he loved this girl, and he wouldn’t give her away nor hurt her. He just fallen in love all over again.

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I'm so sorry for taking so long! School has been hectic--But I hope you like this matchup!!

#☁️matchup #anime #fanfic #fiction #Akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #BlackPearl

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quinoaquinao3 · 4 years

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Unknowable (part 2) - dark!Crowley fic

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Crowley offers a reluctant Aziraphale an outrageous amount of money in exchange for doing one very simple, yet very difficult thing. (Human AU, mind the tags)

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"Wipe that smile off your face, dude, you're giving me the creeps," Anathema said as she dropped down in the empty seat next to Crowley. "Christ, you know Alice just told me to, and I quote, 'be more approachable, like Crowley over there'?"

Anathema's rant resulted in Crowley's 'performance smile' being replaced by an actual one, and Anathema smiled back. Granted, Crowley's real smile was far, far more unsettling than the other one, but not to Anathema, not really. She cherished any expression of genuine (positive) emotion from her friend, rare as they were. They were small victories - proof of progress. Usually.

"Would be easier if I weren't capable of being approachable, wouldn't it?" Crowley said, his fake smile back.

It was such a charming and charismatic smile, Anathema really couldn't stand to look at it for long. She swallowed loudly and knew Crowley must have noticed she was uncomfortable. Even after all these years, Crowley still made her feel... weird. Anathema's theory (which she never shared with Crowley) was that her body was learning to ignore all the subtle signs of danger that he radiated, and her brain was trying to ignore many of the facts it had stored concerning Crowley. It was like moving closer to the source of danger when all of your instincts were screaming to run like hell. But when they were around other people, when her friend was putting on the performance, Crowley fit right in the dip of the damn Uncanny valley curve - others couldn't see it, but it unnerved Anathema.

Crowley was staring at her. "You done?" he asked, his real face on just for her, and Anathema relaxed. You trust him, she told himself. He's not manipulating you, he's doing this for other people, it's not his fault he can't be himself around other people.

"Yeah, yes," Anathema breathed, smiled. "Sorry. It's just- you know. Hate it when you're- when you have to be like this," she said sheepishly.

They spent the next hour keeping to themselves in the corner of the bar, talking (well, Anathema did most of the talking) and drinking (Anathema did most of the drinking, as well), and Crowley, mercifully, kept his features honest – that is to say, eerily calm and emotionless most of the time, putting little to no effort into maintaining the conversation, reacting inappropriately at things - like his eyes softening and looking at her with interest when she described the wounds on a burn victim she treated a few days ago, then returning to an expression of boredom and - possibly - disappointment when she told him the man was alive and well.

"Anathema," he said suddenly after they'd both been quiet for a while, with an urgency to his voice. Anathema twisted in her chair, turning around from where she had been watching some hot guy's terrible dance moves.

Crowley looked… afraid?

"Jesus, what?" she asked.

Crowley looked down at his half-empty glass. Fiddled nervously with it.

Christ, what the hell, Anathema thought, staring at him expectantly. What the hell, what the hell, what the hell did he do-

"That... man," he said, and his eyes darted behind Anathema, to the left.

Anathema turned in the direction of Crowley's gaze. Somehow, among all the people crowding the bar, she knew immediately who Crowley was referring to. One of the bartenders was a shorter man, dressed in white, with bright blonde hair sticking out in all directions. He looked… incredibly kind as he spoke to a customer with a gentle smile. Anathema swallowed, twisting quickly in her chair to face Crowley.

"Come on, Crowley," she said urgently, "don't do this."

It was Crowley's turn to look nervous, eyes dropping to avoid hers. Crowley only ever looked nervous when he thought he was about to disappoint Anathema in some way. She took a deep breath, feeling dizzy in her seat suddenly. Too drunk for this, too fucking drunk to deal with-

"He's been watching me."

"What?"

"He's been watching me all night. He's been seeing me," Crowley said, voice uncharacteristically fast and hushed.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"He's been seeing me!" he practically whisper-screamed at her, leaning so far over the table their faces nearly bumped.

Anathema reared back, breathing heavy. "You need to calm the fuck down and start making some sense! Jesus fucking christ!" Crowley's face was still showing an alarming amount of emotion. Anathema had no idea what that emotion was, exactly.

Crowley leaned back finally, deflating. He did this sort of thing often – he felt something strongly and expressed it, and then it wouldn't be long before he was back to his usual self and he'd have this cold, slightly perplexed look on his face, like he couldn't quite understand why he reacted the way he had.

"I think he can tell I'm… that there's something wrong about me."

Anathema stared at him in disbelief. "Are you shitting me? You're a handsome man in a gay bar, a cute, probably bored guy is looking at you, and you think he's, what, an angel of the Lord that's been sent down to expose the Spawn of Satan to the world?"

Crowley observed Anathema's outburst with a neutral face. "Think I'm the spawn of Satan, do you?" he asked, maybe teasing, maybe serious.

"Christ, I thought this was- I thought you wanted to- look, let's just leave, alright? Just ignore him, what does it even matter if he "saw you"?" Anathema said, mocking with air-quotes.

As Anathema started to stand, Crowley grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down. "I don't want to leave," Crowley said quickly, meaningfully.

"Wha-" Anathema started to say, stopping with her mouth open. Oh.

"Okay, we're leaving, right now," Anathema suddenly said with faked confidence, though Crowley might have been able to hear the pounding of her heart even over the loud music. She took Crowley's arm and tried to pull him upright. Crowley let her.

"I don't want to ignore him," he said, more urgently, as though he thought Anathema didn't understand the gravity of the situation. "I-"

"God, I know, alright, I get it! That's why we're leaving, right now!"

But Crowley didn't bulge, and even dared to look away from Anathema and in the direction of the man. Anathema felt her blood boil and run cold at the same time, and she squeezed Crowley's arm as hard as she could, allowing herself to feel a small satisfaction as Crowley winced.

"You know, I'm well aware just how selective that memory of yours can be, but surely you still remember the hotel room, don't you?" speaking slowly and clearly, anger apparent in her voice.

Crowley's eyes darkened. "Yes," he said after several beats.

"Yes. Yes, so do I. I also distinctly remember our agreement that we'd never bring that up again. That I wouldn't have to."

Anathema's hold on his arm was still painfully tight, but she had to keep Crowley here, in the real world, not in the endless, black fucking void that was his mind. All the while she struggled to do the same, and not let her thoughts wander to the details of… that night. She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing deeply and counting to three before opening them and looking at Crowley.

"Yes," Crowley repeated, 'sorry', she could see forming on his lips, but it never came.

"Excuse me," came a voice behind Anathema, and Crowley's face attempted and failed to put on his fake smile. Anathema turned.

"Your friends ordered this for you,« the man said, holding a bottle, his voice loud to overpower the music, but soft. »And they said to t-tell you to- er," he fiddled with a piece of paper with his free hand, "to 'calm the fuck down and party'."

He looked up at Anathema, then, slowly and reluctantly, at Crowley.

Crowley was right, Anathema thought as she watched the reluctant and fearful expression on the man's face, he does see him.

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#psychopath!Crowley #unhealthy relationships #manipulation #violence #dark crowley #not like.. evil!dark :)#good omens fanfic #crowley/aziraphale #heavy angst #dubious consent in the chapters ahead #gaslighting #good omens fanfiction #crowley centric #crowley needs a hug

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New story: A Doctor in the institute. chapter 1: Doctor who?

William Herondale stood atop the raised edge of Blackfriars Bridge, staring down at a swirling black mass of water below; thinking – in all honesty- about death. In the past three weeks six bodies – if they could be even described as bodies- had turned up in random points in the city. They had all had been skinned to the bone and left for someone to find. This led the police to believe that the bodies had been either dug up, or had been left to rot.

At first the London institute had brushed the first body off as a long dead mundane that had only just been discovered; after all the police, these days, were as useful as ten men absent. What really had drawn the shadowhunters to this case was that after two weeks there had been three new bodies that looked exactly the same. The confusing part was that when Will and his brother-in-law, Gabriel, began to dig deeper in to the investigation they found that there was no other cause of death other than aging and the obvious… well, death.

There was no mark on the bones, no bite marks, no sign of splintering on the skull, nothing. None of it made any sense. The only plausible explanation was… that there was no plausible explanation; but even that theory was flawed. It had been the bafflement of Scotland Yard and now the London institute were in over their heads too.

He’d been staring down at the river for a long time just waiting for anything at all to happen. Alas there had been nothing. Not that he’d known what he had been expecting but exactly nothing at all had been rather disappointing.

Behind him the city was punctuated by the clatter of carriages returning from functions and men’s clubs melding with the calls of the poor and dying. As a young boy- living in London with nobody but himself and the people he tried not to get too close to- the calls of those people shook him too his core. He had thought as an adult he would have learned to block it out, but he hadn’t. Their cries, if anything, got louder and more noticeable.

All of this made him wonder if the people who had died had been one of the people he had walked past in the streets; given money too when they had held their dying children close and whispered the only words of comfort they could without lying. He wondered now if he had made any difference to their lives. He supposed he would never know.

As he turned to get down from the edge of the bridge he caught sight of a figure in long parchment robes making their way towards him. Turning he jumped down on to the path bellow and walked the rest of the way towards the figure; plastering a grin on his face.

“You, my friend, are late” he said, placing a hand, pointedly, on his hip. He knew the figure like he knew his wife and son and was just as fond of him. Jem raised an eyebrow at him – something that was uncharacteristic of a silent brother. But then again Jem was no ordinary silent brother.

“I am sure you found a way to entertain yourself in my absence.” Came the other man’s –almost emotionless - reply.

Will internally shivered as Jem’s familiar- yet strange- voice whispered in his mind. He still hadn’t gotten used to hearing his friend’s voice while watching as his mouth didn’t once open. Externally, however, his grin widened and leaned against the rails of the bridge with an air of serenity.

“By the angel, Brother Zachariah, did you just use sarcasm? I didn’t know silent brothers were capable of such a thing!” he watched as Jem lowered his eyebrow quickly, and schooling the amused expression that had crept up on him.

Will’s face dropped at that. Why had he said anything at all? Jem would never have noticed and Will would have had a few more minutes to see his Jem behind the dark façade of the bone city. He missed the other boy with such intensity it amounted to agony; to be without his parabati was agony. It was never –as the great writers say – a stab wound, but a million little tiny papercuts to his heart all day, every day. It may have been melodramatic and he may have to take the grief from others who didn’t understand, but he knew better than them. He felt it.

When James had first arrived at the institute Will had been- at worst- unreasonably cruel to him, and Jem- being his usual unaffected self- had laughed it off. To this day Will still didn’t understand how he could have just brushed what he’d said aside. Granted he had – even back then- always been able to read Will like a book, but anybody else would have recoiled like a scalded cat. Instead his former parabati called him an dreadful shot and suggested he let him train him. And that had been it; the day will had met his best friend, his brother, his soul, his parabati .

And for one shining moment everything was perfect… and then that moment ended. Jem had been severely ill – even then and as the years went on he only got worse. One day – as is always the way- he got as bad as you can get – without being dead. Jem had run out of his medication – namely his Yin Fen- and was deaerating fast. Will had been helpless through it all; something he was not used to being. In the end all he had been able to do was for fill his friends dying wish; which in the end hadn’t quite worked out the way he had intended. Even now it still kept Will up at night that he hadn’t been there for his friend when he had died and been born again as a brother of the silent city.

“You are troubled, old friend.” Said Jem, pulling him out of his train of thought. “ you are thinking of the bond.”

“don’t read my thoughts James” will snapped sharply, instantly regretting it as he saw the miniscule flinch that invaded Jem’s person. “I’m sorry” he sighed, in an attempt to amend his blunder. “ I know you cannot help it, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“no it is my fau-“ Will cut him off quickly with a shake of the head and his signature don’t argue with me on this James look. It was one of the few things that they had still been able to retain about their friendship and Will was glad.

Jem’s facial expression shifted ever so slightly to exasperation; which did make Will laugh. Sometimes Jem’s struggle to fully integrate himself into the role of Silent Brother made Will’s heart jolt painfully and bleed for the other boy; however most of the time he selfishly revelled in the fact that he was still able to arouse an emotion from him.

“Why do I get the distinct impression that you are stalling on me Mr. Herondale?” There had been humour in his voice then – much to wills entertainment.

“James Carstairs, when have you ever known me, William Herondale, to stall?” Jem didn’t give Will the satisfaction of an answer, only stared at him blankly trough his closed eyes. “On second thought, refrain from answering that in any way.”

“Oh I fully intended too.” Said Jem. “Now why have you called upon the brother hood at this ungodly hour, shadowhunter?”

Will snorted at that; what a James thing to say. He turned gesturing for the other man to follow him. As they walked Will was acutely aware that, while he himself had used a silencing rune, Jem’s foot-steps left not a whisper of sound in their wake.

Out of all the differences between shadowhunter and silent brother, the solitude and silence, in which they lived their life, was what disturbed Will the most. Everything else was simply white noise.

Making their way to the end of the bridge Will filled his former parabati in on the investigation and Gabriel’s concerns that these resent deaths may have been demonic in origin. All the while Jem stayed silent next to him. Only when Will was entirely finished did he speak.

“And you say there is no connection between any of the people?” he asked

“None what so ever; well, except that they all live in London.” Answered will, as they passed bishop’s gate. “It’s as I said there’s no reason for any of the poor buggers to have died, it’s why Gabriel reckons it’s all demon related.”

Jem turned his closed eyes to him in an almost quizzical expression. He needn’t have done it really; Will knew even when he’d asked Jem not to, the silent brother could still hear his thoughts, but he appreciated the gesture all the same.

“but you do not think so?” Jem’s tone was almost curious, as if the idea of having to work with someone, other than those in the brotherhood, had brought back part of his humanity. Not that he had lost all that much of it.

Will sighed heavily, considering his answer for a minute. “The thing is, there is not enough evidence to suggest otherwise; but there also isn’t enough evidence to suggest it is either.” He scuffed his shoes against the dirt road they walked across; watching as the stones came loose of the earth under his feet.

“What do you mean by that?” Jem questioned further.

“Well, demons aren’t exactly the cleanest of beasts. They usually leave behind at least a trace of sulphur if nothing else.” The logic behind will’s theory was unquestionably sound; it was true that demons left behind some sign –some small trace – that the blood was on their own fangs. However it was increasingly possible that this was a demon the likes of which no shadowhunter had ever seen. The idea frightened him more than he would ever like to admit.

As they approached the top of white chapel, the gas lamps that lined the road side flickered ever so slightly in the gentle breeze that blew from the south. Will stopped for a moment as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. There hadn’t been a wind all evening and if there had been it hadn’t been coming from the south. Something felt off about the street; not exactly bad, just off. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly.

Reaching instinctively for the seraph blade at his hip Will pulled it free from its clip. “Tabbris” he whispered and the adimas set ablaze. Jem – as he often did when he sensed Will’s discomfort- tensed and slid quietly into a fighting position; his staff in both hands ready to strike.

The air seemed to get slightly heavy, as if it was being pushed on and manipulated to fit a strange alien object. Will strained his ears, leaning forward ever so slightly. In the distance there was a wheezing, groaning sound that pressed in from all sides. Will spun three sixty on the spot, surveying every possible opening and attack point. It wasn’t a noise either of them had heard before, which was never a good sign.

Out of the corner of his eye, to his left, Will saw a blue box; A blue box that wasn’t there a second ago. Both shadowhunter and silent brother swung, in perfect unison, towards it as the sound faded and the feeling left. A new feeling invaded Will’s senses now; one he knew all too well. It was the cold sense of battle that lingered across every inch of his skin and filled his bones. Pointing his sword at the box he advanced slowly forward, gesturing for Jem to flank him on his right. As they advanced it became more and more apparent there was someone –rather than something- inside. Voices drifted from behind the door, barely audible but still there. The door rattled slightly before opening and a man emerged, walking backward.

“See Clara, like I promised nineteenth century London!” he exclaimed excitedly swinging his full body around in an exaggerated manner as he continued “still in the reign of queen Victoria and – ah. “ He cut himself off as he came very close to taking his -rather absurd- chin off on the edge of Will’s blade. The man was very odd looking from the front; not bad, just, odd. His clothes were a dark tweed three piece with a bow tie and a bowler had atop his head. His disposition was more childish than demonic but Will refused to back down just in case. Too many times had he been lured into false security by someone he thought was trust worthy and turned out to be a monster.

“What was that doct- oh!” Somebody else –presumably Clara- popped their head around the door, gazing out on to the scene. It was a young woman, about twenty four years old and roughly five foot three in height. She wore the typical Victorian attire but with an unusual air of someone who was not used to such constricting clothes. Both of them were out and out odd. Clara ventured further out, standing on the Doctor’s right; looking just as shocked as him as Jem raised his staff closer to her neck. “Doctor, I thought you said we were in the Victorian era?” she said none too discreetly as she tried in vain to stay still under Jem’s staff.

The doctor put a finger to his tongue and then held it up in the air. “We are.” He answered, sounding as though he wasn’t even convincing himself.

“then why,” asked Clara “are there people pointing glowing swords at us?” To Will –as confused as he already was- it sounded like quite a good question; what threw him off however was the question about the date. Of course it was the nineteenth century, what other century could it have been?

“who are you?” he questioned them, sounding a lot more confident than he actually was. The doctor seemed to observe Will and Jem for a minute before a look of dawning realisation took over his features. In a strange jolting display of movement the Doctor smacked his own forehead and slipped past Wills sword.

“oh, yes, of course, your shadowhunters aren’t you? It’s okay Clara they’re only shadowhunters, see?” Will froze in surprise and the next thing he knew he’d been grabbed by the shoulders and air kissed on both sides. As the doctor disarmed Jem and gave him the same discerning greeting, Clara relaxed slightly and asked.

“uh, great! I think… Doctor what’s a shadowhunter?” this seemed to bring will back to reality a little bit as the doctor then went on to shake his free hand for no apparent reason. “Doctor!”

“yes! Shadowhunters, sorry.” He returned to Clara’s side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “shadowhunters are a race of beings descendent from a race called the angelis, not actual angels as you can imagine, but they are what the stories are based off of. Shadowhunters are half human half angelis and are on this earth to fight the demos, or as they call them demons, who come from a parallel pocket universe that’s slowly rotting away, all very interesting stuff.” Will looked at Jem now and saw that he was just as disturbed as he was. Hat this man was implying was that they were ignorant as to their own heritage. And to add injury to insult he had a feeling this Doctor was right.

It was Jem who recovered his voice first. His voice held no anger or fear; merely curiosity and even a hint of amusement. It appeared he had searched through the Doctor and Clara’s minds and found nothing too threatening.

“Excuse us we didn’t mean to startle you.” Jem spoke in all of their minds. “I am Brother Zachariah and this is my companion for this evening, Mr William Herondale.” the two strangers looked Jem up and down and smiled.

“well that’s alright, no harm done. I’m the Doctor and this is my friend Miss Clara Oswald.” Replied the odd man.”

“doctor?” The question burst out of Will like an explosion, there was something odd about this Doctor fellow; something not quite honest. He had the same look in his eyes as so many other veteran Will had seen in his time; it was the cold look of sadness and the knowledge of so much death and suffering. However there was also a childish quality to him, a curiosity to know more about the world and the people around him; he had the stars in his eyes. “Doctor Who?”

#the infernal devices #doctor who #clara oswald #the doctor #will herondale #jem carstairs #crossover

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taegdcl1018 · 7 years

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Color Me Blue - Rap Monster/Kim NamJoon

Summary: It’s a simple fight due to lack of love, and he’s willing to fix it.

Genre: Angsty and fluffy at the end

Warning: None really

A/N: I honestly don’t know why I titled it this, and this might be shit. Enjoy. The first request is now taken care of today! Sorry, I know that smut was supposed to be in here, but I can’t write smut for my life, at least not yet. I hope you like this though! I don’t know if I love it honestly speaking. It’s my first BTS scenario though! My inbox is always open and loves being filled with messages!

~ Brooklyn

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People have described your relationship with Kim NamJoon as the colors red and blue together. They’re beautiful opposites; ones a warm color, the other cool. One color is bold, drawing everybody’s attention. The other color is calm, loved by those who notice it. You were blue, cool and calm. NamJoon was red, warm and bold. He’s the eye catcher, not that it’s surprising, he is an idol after all. The idol life isn’t always comforting though. The fans, although they love, can be so hurtful. He knew it could be hard on you, but he didn’t realize how hard it could be.

Two weeks ago NamJoon let the cat out of the bag about your relationship. Honestly, you thought that you were ready for the response, but you weren’t. His fans came at you with no regrets. Twitter, Instagram, YouTube comments, hell people even sent you letters. You knew to stay away from social media for a while. Only text your family and your close friends, and the boys of course. It still wasn’t exactly easy for you, all the threats to your life causing your mental health taking a toll on you.

To make matters worse, comeback season came. He was always at the studio, always with the boys. Always making the fans love him, but hate you more. You knew you shouldn’t care about what the fans think about your life. What you don’t know is how NamJoon sees you. He hasn’t been there for you in a good few months, not that you completely blame him, it’s his job. It wasn’t the first time he’s had a comeback while in his relationship with you. You knew how to take care of yourself with him gone, but this year's comeback took its toll on you.

You sat on the couch, a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, warming them up. You weren’t exactly planning to wait up for him, but you couldn’t sleep. You had been alone for too long, and it wasn’t going to be easy for you. The TV was on, being the distracting background noise that was needed to fill the silence. You aimlessly staring at it, your eyes straining to see the bright TV light in the dark room. Your head shot up as your front door opened.

NamJoon stepped in from a long few weeks of work. He was tired, and all he wanted was sleep. He slipped off his shoes and placed them at the front door. He looked at the living room, light from the TV radiating out of the door frame. He sighed and walked towards your background noise. You smiled as you saw him step into the room.

“What are you doing up? Go to bed.” His eyes showed how tired he was. Your smile faded, a frown starting to form. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing back the messy and greasy locks.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I missed you.” You said, trying not to sound dead inside. He just aimlessly nodded his head. He turned to go to your shared room. You got off the couch and shut off the TV, placing your hot chocolate on the coffee table. You followed him as he dragged himself into the bedroom.

“Are you hungry?” You ask. He nodded his head, a muffled groan following it. You sighed and nodded your head, leaving him as he took off his shirt and left for the bathroom.

You stepped into the kitchen, getting some hot water ready for ramen. You didn't exactly think that it was the time to be making anything more. The early time of 1:23 AM not exactly being the ideal time to eat, but you knew he hasn't eaten a lot while working. You try to draw out the time as long as possible - boiling the water to the hottest temp, making sure that the ramen is fully cooked until it almost burns.

“Is it done?” NamJoon's voice echoed down the hall. You looked back and cleared your throat, quickly looking back down at the bowl of ramen. “Yeah, it's in the kitchen. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Beer.” Your face is emotionless as you opened up the fridge and grabbed a beer for him. As you turned around you caught him staring down at the ramen.

“Ramen. Seriously?” He looked up at you questioningly. You looked at him, raising one eyebrow.

“Yes, seriously. Is that a problem?”

“Well I don't know, your home all the time I just expected something good.” His words hurt just a little, but it also agitated you. You rolled your eyes and handed him his beer.

“Well if you, I don’t know, let me know that you were coming maybe I would’ve made you food.” NamJoon was a little surprised at your sass. You usually weren’t the bold type. Usually, you would think through the situation and talk about it. You were always so calm that your sass had surprised him.

“You know what my job requires me to do. You know that I can’t just stay here and do nothing.” He started to get irritated. You frowned and rolled your eyes once again.

“Whatever,” you said, leaving the room as fast as you can. NamJoon grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him. He frowned at out you, his eyes full of frustration and a little bit of anger.

“Don’t whatever. Something's seems to be off with you lately, why?” He asks, demanding an answer. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Like you’re here often enough to see how I’ve been lately,” you say bitterly. NamJoon's eyes widen in realization, but then he frowns once more. His eyebrows creasing together in frustration and increasing anger.

“Is that what this is about? Seriously?” NamJoon said, releasing your arm, dropping it to your side. You looked at the floor. Avoiding his intense gaze seemed the best thing to do at that moment. “Seriously? You know what my job is like. You’ve been through comebacks and tours with me before. Why is this one any different?”

You didn’t say anything, but you were sure he had already assumed. It’s not exactly easy to hide the death threats and the insults about you. Especially, when they’re all over social media. NamJoon frowned as you continued to look down and ignore him.

“Fine (Y/N), don’t talk to me. I’m just trying to help,” NamJoon said, his tone harsh. You sigh and sit down on of the chairs. He looks at you and sighs. He knows that it’s not easy for you, it hasn’t exactly been easy on him either. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down. He began to eat his food, which was good. You were glad to know that he at least had one meal today. He opened his beer and took a sip. You watched him as he ate, focused on something else in his mind as he ate.

“The boys miss you,” He said. You looked at his eyes, which met yours in an instant. You smiled lightly at the thought of the crazy bunch of boys. NamJoon smiled lightly as well. He hadn’t seen you smile in a while, and it was a wonderful change. “They wanted to know if you would come over one day. We have to stay in the dorms for a little while, but you could come over.”

“Sure,” your short and simple reply left him in silence. He continued to eat in silence, finishing off his ramen quickly. He watched you as he drank his beer. You were looking anywhere but at him. Currently, the microwave seemed to be better to look at than him. He frowned as your gaze quickly shifted over to him, only to leave in the next second to look at the pantry.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, looking for some explanation.

“Peachy,” you quickly replied. He eyed you, knowing that it wasn’t true. You yawned, a wave of exhaustion taking over your mind. “I’m going to bed.”

“I’ll see you there,” he said. He finished his beer in silence. It was odd. You were off from the usual happiness you had. It was as if something made your attitude darker compared to the normal you that always smiled at him. He sighed before finishing off his beer and heading towards the bedroom.

You laid on the far edge of the bed, facing the wall. You were curled up in a ball, the blankets covering you. NamJoon looked at you, frowning before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He took off his shirt and got in bed with you. He pulled you closer to him, but you made no response or effort to get closer to him. He sighed once more, before settling with you being near him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep.

The tension of that night had carried on into the morning. You had woke up before him and left the bedroom quietly, not wanting to wake him up and start something. You quietly cooked breakfast, your pancakes coming out a golden brown. Sleepy NamJoon entered the kitchen, sleep hanging from his eyes. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. He then looked up at you, cooking in your shorts and a loose shirt. He smiled and went up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Good morning,” his deep voice said by your ear. You hummed in response, your expression not showing any sign emotions. He frowned and sat down at the kitchen table, letting you go. He pulled out his phone and went on Instagram, looking through his feed. He smiled as he saw a pic of you and Jimin together on his account. His smiled fell when he saw the comments that were left on there. Most were directed at you. They were about your appearance or your background, saying how you didn’t deserve to be around them. Others were inappropriate comments towards Jimin, which didn’t exactly lighten the mood.

“(Y/N), have you been on Instagram lately?” NamJoon asked, already guessing why you were in a mood.

“Not exactly, I know that they’re still saying stuff,” you say. Your voice was quiet and was almost drowned out by the sound of your cooking.

“Is that why you’re being distant?”

“No NamJoon, I don’t care about them. I care about you and how you think of me.” You say, snapping at him a little. He looked at you shocked, and then his eyebrows furrowed.

“I think that you’re amazing and beautiful. What else should I think of you?”

“I don’t know. What they’re saying?” You said. You sighed and moved away from the pancakes. You turn to face him. He sees how hurt you are, and he goes towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug. “I know you have work, and I understand that you can’t always be there, but I need you now. I need to know that you don’t think those things about.”

“(Y/N), jagi, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world, and I would do anything to prove it to you. I’m sorry that I can’t be there for you.” NamJoon made you feel warm as you held onto him tightly. He made you feel loved and cared for. It was something that made your heart flutter and something that will always complete you.

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