#also i hope everyone is doing well ! ily and stay safe !

[jjkeverlast]

No cause I've been inactive for idk how long, but i missed you sm😭 and honestly I'm so stressed about some roommate situation i have going on rn idk how is it gonna get okay!

But anyways i just thought i gotta push it away and gocus on positive things in life and good people i have that I'm grateful for.

Also after this experience with roommate, i feel so damn happy about Jk having his Hyungs at that early period of age, i mean he says it that he had good people around growing up I'm so grateful for that🥺💜

Idk whem will get some peace of mind here but imma be okay.

I haven't been too active but your cute small updates make me soo at peace some times, thanksssssss😭

Ik I'm rambling but i needed to tell you this, you've grown on me 😭💜I feel so much better whem i talk to you even though we have a hugee barrier but it's so cool that you connect to people u Don't know, or just idk ily😭🥺

Also, Tannies keep me sane😭💜 i miss them sm 😭

How have you been doing? Did you do something new recently? And how's the job i hope it doesn't tiers u too much

Stay hydrated and healthy ✨️ keep on updating about cute little things like u always do💜

awww bub it’s okay to be inactive!! tumblr isn’t supposed to be your whole life. we have other things besides it! i’m sorry to hear you’re stressed regarding a roommate situation. ☹️ good thing is that situations come and go and this one will pass in not so long so you’ll get better soon! i’m glad you’re focusing on positive things rather than letting this tear you completely down. that’s really great to hear 💘💘💘

jungkookie growing up with his hyungs is definitely heartwarming cause they truly raised him to be his best self 💗💕💓💗💗💕💖💞 i’m grateful for it too!! right behind you on that.

you’re definitely going to be okay. here to give you a warm hug through the screen whenever you need one! 🫂🫂🫂

my updates make you at peace??? i— i’m gonna sob in the train jesus christ omg 😭😭😭 i had no idea me rambling about fucking nonsense would ever bring comfort of some kind to y’all. i’m so happy they do please, all i want is for everyone to be okay and feel safe on here.

omg baby i love youuuuu!! i feel connected to all of you as well. you guys are on my mind non stop!! i truly love you and thank you for wanting to be on here and follow me along the way. i love hearing from you, brings me such warmth and comfort so thank you 🥺🥺💞💗💖💘

i miss bts as well, so so much!!!! i still watch try not to laugh with bts videos whenever i’m feeling down 🥹

i’ve been a lot better!! my treatment went well so now i’m meeting a friend and afterwards i’ll finish the thursday drabble and upload 🤭🤭 my job is okay, not too stressful but i’m gonna be looking for new jobs! so that’s gonna be exciting!!

i’ll keep you guys updated with anything. no worries on thaaattt 🥹🥹

#winter bear 18 #lati's mailbox📬

[genacity]

HI GEN!!! its been quite a while 😞

I LOVEE YOUR NEW BLOG THEME. ITS SO COOL OMGGG

i also just read ur new kinktober fic for gojo and ITS SO GOODD I LOVE IT

I HOPE YOUVE BEEN DOING WELL AAA 🫶 -🍷

OMG HI 🍷!!

its felt like forever since i’ve heard from u!! hope ur doing well and staying safe!!

LMFAOO THANK U IM GLAD U LIKE 😆 i don’t like it very much but who gaf about what i think. as long as everyone else enjoys it then i am very happy

thank u for checking in!! i’m doing great and i hope you’re doing the same!! stay safe and stay healthy ily!!

#@ letters to the devil ☆ #@ 🍷 anon ☆ #MY BAEFY 🍷 ANON

[clatoera]

it's been a long time coming but

GOD here's the full review i promised I HOPE YOUR STUDYING IS GOING WELL!!!! you are going to crush your exams

about ten asks ago i asked why glimmer (and the others) were encouraged to go into the games despite people close to them knowing what goes on when you become a victor. the answer is.... harrowing at best. all the sections with glim glam and the horrors beyond your imagination that comes with child prostitution!!!! KILLED ME. GUTTED ME. i've reached out into the fic and have put her in a little tupperware with holes at the top and leaves in it and she tells me that she's much happier there and doesn't want to be a part of your fic anymore!!! LEAVE HER ALONE SHES A BABY!!!

For a girl who spends her entire life with her body and her skin on display– there's something incredibly personal and intimate about being covered up.

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT!?!?! marbles and glim glam are THE couple of all time... marvel seems a little goofy but the way he understands her intuitively CHEFS KISS MA'AM.

also thank you marvel for giving us the funniest moment in this chapter which was the hypothetical red alert everyone was going to get if cato was let loose in the streets if clove died.

the color scene in the train with everlark vs this one with clato. my god. both of their favorite colors being red like do these babies know ANYTHING that's not related to bloodshed. makes you wonder what they would actually do without the hunger games. especially cato now that he's a canon nepo grandbaby. im obsessed with the thin line between violence and tenderness that these two overstep all the damn time. will they stab each other only for it to feel like a kiss? only time will tell.

when it comes to the actual games, all of them being directly opposite each other is a CRIME and i need plot armor for all 24 tributes by next chapter STAT i better not lose anyone in there!!! they will hold hands and host the first annual talent games IDGAF i want to see marvel juggle flaming knives i want to see mags catch the weirdest goddamn fish with a hairpin we don't care about killing each other killing is overrated!!! we love friendship and peace in this house actually and everyone is friends with everyone and we all visit grandpa snow for cookies and milk he dgaf about the games either so everyone's families are safe!!

GOOD LUCK AGAIN ON YOUR EXAMS ily have a great day!

BESTIE YOU ALREADY KNOW I WAIT SO PATIENTLY FOR THESE!!

Starting with saying THANK YOU for your support and confidence in me on these exams that makes ONE of us!! I'm falling apart!! having nervous breakdowns and all that jazz!! So thank you, this means so much to hear.

Yeah so..when you sent that ask I already knew this answer. I knew it would be answered at some point, and I feel like the horrors of reading it in this chapter was far worse than the answer I gave to that ask? Like more graphic. This chapter actually LITERALLY increased my rating on the fic, because I just..felt it wasn't doing justice to tone down what Glimmer experienced. Because..it is horrific and it is awful and it's violent. I consider it one of the most heinous, horrific things that can be done to someone. And while I hated doing it to her, I felt it was realistic as to what we know from canon, the capitol, and the price she pays for being a beautiful young girl. It's horror. It's horrendous. And as you sawy you want her out of the fic and safe..theres only one sure fire way to get her out of the fic and I dont think you'd like if that happened!! (i wouldn't either). Put her in her little jar like a firefly and shake her up. You actually hit one of the big horrific points in this paragraph-- She is just a baby. Fifteen. She was a child, a little girl. And she has faced horrific horrific things .

Listen here bestie. Marbles and Glim Glam have weaseled their way into my heart and they are there to stay!! I love them with my whole heart!! I want them to be happy! Now I don't let them be happy..but..maybe one day! Marbles is a silly little man. We know that. Thats true. But he is intuitive to her and he loves her. For who she is. And thats all that really matters. Also noone gave me the right ❤️ I am a felon ❤️ breaking the law.

Also yes. Everyone knows they want to be no where near cato if clove died. He would be busy being a menace. The purge on panem streets. Hunting down Cory Snow himself.

These babies know nothing of life without the hunger games. LIke truly. What would they do, who would they be, etc, in a life without the games? Maybe his favorite color would have been evergreen or hers a pretty oceany blue. Maybe they would have had hobbies. Maybe Cato would have spent his free time getting berated as a baseball coach, and by berated I mean Enobaria by the fence absolutely verbally assaulting him for his foolishness. Cato is a legacy!! Clove would've been but her mother died. As you can tell his grandparents died before the victors vote because they may not have sent their grandson into the games. And yes! They walk SUCH a fine fine line between love and violence. It's inextricably tangled with them-- who would they be without it?

When it comes to the games!! Well!! The good news is I decide who gets plot armor and how!! I have control who lives who dies who tells this story! So uh!! Fear not!! or Fear a lot!!

THANK YOU again for your support and confidence in me! Truly Someone has to have it because it isn't me!! I'm having literal meltdowns!! Thank you thank you i love you and I cant wait to see you after next chapter!!

@lwveless

#arwbfb tag #arwbfb reactions #glim glam deserves better #than what i give her #but alas #cato is an aggressive violent simp #like if somehting happened to her god bless the capitol bitches who get in his way #also i noticed the taylor reference dont think i didnt

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Just caught up on what happened and what the fuck??? Like the absolute fucking gall it takes to PUBLICLY POST that kind of shit and also to request it from someone who has made it incredibly clear that that crosses a line. Dude I am so sorry you had to deal with that you deserve so much better. Just know that you’re the best and ily and I’m proud of you for handling this as well as you have even though you shouldn’t have had to to begin with 🥺💕

Yeah this day has been a fucking mess K for real. It truly crosses a line.

I found out this 23 chapter fic does in fact have confirmed bad touch and a lot more that is far, far too descriptive.

We all know I am the least judgmental person around but I draw the line at this, the line always has been and always will be shit that depicts this. So! I never do this but I recc you all stay away from Darkness Takes Over on FF.Net (like anyone still uses that) but that is also their name on ao3, I dunno if they are on tumblr, I hope not.

Seriously if you reading this aren't into "cheese pizza" which I sure hope you aren't, if you are you need to fucking leave, I would avoid them heavily at all costs, they are starting to pull over old fics to ao3. Bless the block button and stay safe everyone.

#Thanks for the concern K #Love you lots #BHF asks #I am not fucking around #I am so serious about this shit #This person is gross #People who write CP and CSA are fucking nasty #They need to stay away from me forever

[ghoste-catte]

Hiiiii, just here to say i'm a big fan of ur writing! c: in love with the way you write intimacy (through moment/ metaphors especially), its so poetic, beautiful, descriptive im literally swoon. And your gaaleesbian fics, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! I hope u do more even if theyre not that popular cause, i am ur #1 fan for those. You were the first fic writer I came across when i got back into Naruto early last year and you kinda introduced me to gaalee hell, so yea i'm stuck here now :p anyways ily pls keep writing <333

Also… can I please join the gaalee discord? ;u;

Awwww, thank you so much!! I'm so glad you've been enjoying the fics. And welcome to GaaLee Hell; I hope you stay for a long time XD

You don't have to worry about me not writing more GaaLeesbians, lol. If I was interested in playing fandom for accolades I would never have picked an OTP that had less than 250 works when I started writing. Unless it's a gift fic, I'm usually just writing to sate my own id, and, well ... I am a huge lesbian, so.

To get a link to the GaaLee Discord, you'll need to send me a DM through the messaging system here on Tumblr - we only give out one-time use invites that are for a specific person so we can make sure the server stays a safe environment for everyone.

#answered #anonymous #gaalee

[sttoru]

Hello, Anya!! ♡ How are you? I feel so bad, even if you're patiently waiting for me. (◞‸◟) I'm a lot better now, thank you!!◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜And I hope you are, too. <333 You're always so sweet, I don't even know how to respond.

My jjk favourites are Yuji, Megumi, Nobara and Satoru heheh. But I really like many many others!! The following arcs are going to hurt (I'm not a manga reader, but I... know (v_v)), but I'm still excited!! (•̀ ᗜ •́ ) Yeah, the movie was great and entertaining, I was just surprised hahaha!! (>ᴗ<)

My parents have been trying to find a solution for the ants, but nothing seems to work... I hope we figure something out soon, I've had enough of insects. "( - ⌓ - )

Update on the ecological bird park trip: I went there with my family yesterday and it was amazing, the birds are so beautiful (there were some very cute bunnies too) and it was very worth it!! ^_^ I really enjoyed my day and I really want to visit it again soon. <3

I missed you more, there isn't a day that goes by without me thinking of you and hoping life hasn't been too hard for you. ♡(ᴖ̈) You better take care of yourself all the same and stay well. (It's pretty much always hot where I live, but I went to see my doctors and I'm taking my vitamins and following their health suggestions, so I'll probably be doing even better soon!!)

Ps: happy 3k!!! ♡ You have the best ideas and I love the way you always treat everyone with respect and kindness. <33333

Pps: your new theme :cc (I adore it)!!

- ☀️

HAIII IM SORRY FOR BEING LATEE T_T i was contemplating on how to respond for days and every time im like ‘oh ok got it, im gonna respond now’ i get distracted and forget about it 😭😭 ILY TY FOR BEING PATIENT W ME TOO MWAH

ur favs aaaaa i expected u to be a megumi girlie kind of tbhhhh hhehehe but damn not the ants still stalking u :/ i hope they disappear from ur house soon enough ewewew

THE PARK TRIP SOUNDS SO CUTEEEE im glad u had funnnn!!! it must be a while ago for u now since sending the ask but i still hope u enjoyed that day & also made v fun memories kisskiss

BUT PLEASE BAEE stay safe & healthy ☹️ take ur vitamins and follow the doctors’ advice ! i wish u nothing but the best in life & want u to stay happy no matter what ilysmmmm

#sttoru responds. #BLESS U BBY BLESS U #ithank u for the compliments im hugging u digitally #KISSKISS

[space-mess]

little update on this account! pls read!!

I posted this on twitter as well, so I thought I should keep you guys updated as well!

Hi everyone, hope you're all doing a bit better. I've been thinking a lot about what has been happening and forming my own opinion over it. Although I will not go too far into details about my reasoning (as the story as it is rn is way too messy), I will say that I'm staying neutral and not taking any sides. That being said, I think that this was the last straw for me. I will keep this account (as well as my other socials) active no matter the outcome, as this has always been my art account. However, I will not be posting anymore about drm, or the dteam, if not permanently, then at least temporarily. I will not take down the fanart I have already posted, I dont see any point in trying to do so. As for the future of this account, it will probably be focused a lot more on animes I'm really into (bsd and knb are sure to be there as you can probably imagine), as well as my OCs stuff. I'm not sure but I will probably keep tweeting from time to time about other ccs, as I enjoy their content too much and they're not to blame. Being part of this community brought me incredible joy and inspiration. I got to meet, support, and interact with so many incredible people and talented artists. It also literally made me meet one of my best friends and I couldn't be more grateful for that. I will, nevertheless, take this as an opportunity to do an unfollowing spree (moots are safe dw) and clean my account a little. To my mutuals, please take care of yourselves and I will continue to support you if you decide to leave too. Even if I began following you for the cc, I continued there bc you're amazing people and for your incredible art (no matter of what fandom it is). If any of you are changing accounts, feel free to tell me your new one so I can follow you again. If you want to keep following me and coming along my art journey, it would really mean a lot to me.However, your internet experience should always come first. lf any of the content I am going to be posting isn't of interest for you, feel free to unfollow me and I wish you all the best of the best. It's okay to hurt and grieve and all of your feeling are valid. Pls remember to take breaks and do things you enjoy. If any of you need it dms are always open as well as discord (space#2974). Ily all very much so pls stay safe and take care <3

#not-art #srs talk for a bit #space spam… spamce!

[tomatoart]

what if arizona was real

#johnny joestar #jjba #steel ball run #jojos bizarre adventure #queue are lovely #ok i might post more art later instead of waiting till next week bc while i like having a queue of art to make sure i dont go on hiatus #i have an overflow and im starting to hate the pieces bc they were just sitting so maybe there will be more who knows #like this is over a month old bc ive literally finished jjba art every day. HELP #anyways he is so trans #i know he has a huge ass in canon im sorry guys i didnt attempt it i was scared JXDHNJSDH #also i hope everyone is doing well ! ily and stay safe !

[nadineselfships-archived]

Sorry I've been wierd with posting lately I am just recovering from a throat infection and my brain is just bleh atm so sorry if you've tagged me in something and I haven't seen it I just have not had the energy to tumblr asdfghjk

#i don't even have the energy to ramble post y'all know i can ramble for a hot minute okay i am not doing too good #it may be because i missed my meds for two days and it's hitting me so maybe my bad but also maybe not idk asjfjfjdj #i feel bad because i am not being active in the community?? i know there's not a rule saying you have to be but i like being active here #nd i feel like i've just been falling off?? of what idk #i also haven't been interacting with my mutuals much and i don't want anyone thinking i'm ignoring them or something #gosh idk i am a mess #but on the bright side i'm on break from school for a week so i have a week to myself finally #so maybe i can try to be active somehow in that time frame idk #i don't wanna rewrtie my tags but i feel like i sound whiney idk i get whiney when i'm depressed i guess #if you could read it how i say it in my head it wouldn't sound as bad as it does with unemotional text idk #okay #i'mmmm gonna go think about my life and what i'm doing with it #i hope everyone is well and happy and good #stay safe be happy smooch ur f/o's listen to music have a nap drink some water eat something ily bye✌ #personal

[downins]

yandere!Sae Byeok x fem!reader headcanons :

TW‼️ : Killing, Cursing, Yandere stuff, Cursing

MINOR SPOILER !! 

requested :>

If the both of you were in squid game together

◦Sae Byeok is very protective of you in the game, when she saw you, she quickly ran towards you and just held your hands tightly. She told you to always stay close to her and don’t talk to other people in the game if it’s not important. 

◦Her protectiveness can turn into jealousy so if she sees you smiling while talking to others, she’ll just straight up tell the person to fuck off and pull you away. 

◦”Why were you talking to that bitch?” She was mad, she wanted you all to herself. “Don’t worry he was just telling me to stay safe, it was nothing.” She scoffed. “Never talk to him again.” You nodded your head. 

◦In every game, she will always have her eyes on you. She didn’t care if she’ll die, she just wanted to make sure you’re still alive. 

◦There were a lot of guys that found you attractive and they even tried hitting on you while Sae Byeok is busy. You would simply run to Sae Byeok and explain to her what happened. 

◦”You pillocks will never fuck off do you? Can’t you see that she’s mine?” Sae Byeok grabbed your jacket and kissed you in front of them. They were all quiet and shocked. She threatened to kill them in the next game if they won’t leave you alone. 

◦During the night where everyone fought each other, she told you to sleep next to her so that she’ll have a little assurance that she can protect you. And when it happened, she stabbed five people because they tried killing the both of you. 

◦And after that, she checked if you were alright. You hugged her tightly. Your grip was strong, she could feel your body shaking. She waited until you calmed down and brought you to the toilet to wash off the blood on both of your clothes. 

◦Sae Byeok would do anything to find out about the next game and plan a strategy on how to make sure that the both of you are going to make it out alive. 

◦Most nights she’ll try to get some sleep and wake up again to make sure no one hurts you. The last thing she’d want to lose is you. The money was huge but you worth more than that. And she’d much rather leave without the money but still have you by her side. 

If squid game never existed

◦Sae Byeok would still be protective of you no matter what, you both acknowledge how scary and cruel the world can be so that’s why you understand her protectiveness.

◦But yes like I said, protectiveness can turn into jealousy, she tries to not be jealous easily but sometimes there are just people who don’t get the hint that you’re taken. 

◦When Sae Byeok is jealous, she would give a death stare at the person talking to you. 

◦You’re a really attractive person so when the two of you are walking there are a lot of people turning their heads at you, just looking at how someone can be so astonishing. 

◦However, Sae Byeok notices this a lot and she’ll just flip them off to remind them that they don’t stand a chance with you because you’re hers and she’s yours. 

◦If you’re working, she will purposely make food for you and send it to your office to make sure you’re eating well and also make sure that there’s no one else trying to snatch you away from her. 

◦If you’re going to college, she would enroll in the same college as you and always walk with you and sit beside you in every class. She’ll always make sure that you’re not overworking yourself and your mental health is in a good condition. 

◦When you laugh or smile at your phone too much, she would just glare at you and ask who are you texting. You love cursed memes so you would show it to her and just tell her that it’s nothing. Make sure to kiss her because it makes her feel like you’ll only going to love her, and her only. 

◦She talks to you about her feelings a lot and shows her vulnerable side to you, she explained to you why she would get possessive of you. Sae Byeok does understand that she can be a yandere sometimes but who can blame her? You were too precious to let go, and she only wanted your love. Not anyone else, just you, y/n.

a/n : this is my first time writing yandere headcanons so im really sorry if it’s bad :/// but i do hope you enjoyed it <3 stay tuned for more Sae Byeok headcanons. ily all and have a great day/night. make sure to eat and take good care of yourselves. 

#squid game #squid game imagines #kang sae byeok #sae byeok #jung ho yeon #hoyeon jung #sae byeok x reader #kang sae byeok x reader #squid game x you #squid game x reader #sae byeok hcs #netflix #headcanon #imagine #player 067 #067

[dreamwritesimagines]

Twisted 23 - Surrender [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.

Word Count: 4400

Summary: Secrets can’t stay hidden forever.

The possibility of you sitting with a killer who had sworn to destroy you was scary for sure, but thinking that the said killer could be much closer to you than you had thought was enough to make your blood freeze in your veins.

It was as if you were going through the same thing that had happened with your dad ages ago, but with a small difference;

Your dad had never tried to hurt you, but this time the killer was coming after you.

Spencer stood beside you as you exhaled the smoke of your cigarette into the air, your hands still shaky but you forced yourself to focus on the police and the FBI escorting people out of the building while he kept his gaze on you.

“You might be wrong though?” you managed to ask, looking up at him, “Right? Maybe it’s not—maybe it’s not someone as close to me?”

Spencer heaved a sigh, “We need more evidence, but you need to keep that in mind that it is possible. I mean— it makes more sense than it being just a stranger, don’t you agree?”

“I don’t agree that I’ve had the misfortune to be close with two serial killers throughout my life, no,” you murmured through frozen lips, “Maybe it’s me. Maybe I was doomed to survive one serial killer to be killed by another.”

“I will never let that happen.”

You took another drag of your cigarette, “I have a feeling the killer might end up not asking for your permission, professor,” you stated and turned your head when you heard the sound of heels coming closer. Mina ran a hand over her face, clearing her throat.

“I sent Kenz away from here,” Mina said and it didn’t escape your notice how she was deliberately avoiding giving any details, just in case. “We’ll regroup at mom’s place, you, me and mom.”

“Just us?”

Mina clicked her tongue, “All things considered,” she murmured, “So I’m not going to beat around the bush; we both agree that it’s not Kenzie right?”

You nodded, “Clearly,” you said and pulled your brows together, “Wait, we’re sure it’s not Kenzie but we still suspect each other?”

“I don’t know, do we?” Mina asked back and you shifted your weight, looking down at the cigarette in your hand.

“Mina, I don’t—”

“Listen, it’s not the place for this conversation,” she interrupted you, “Mom’s place, half an hour.”

“That might not be the best idea,” Spencer said, looking between you two and Mina scoffed.

“It’s not our first rodeo with a serial killer among us, Dr. Reid,” she said, “I already gave a list of my alibis to your colleagues, so did my mother. There’s nothing to keep us here.” She nodded at you, “Don’t be late, we have a lot to talk about.”

With that, she walked away from you two and grabbed her keys from the valet while you stubbed your cigarette.

“So did you check everyone’s alibis?”

“Yeah, at least the people close to you,” Spencer said, “They all look solid.”

You raised your brows, “But?”

Spencer clenched his jaw, “I need to go over all the files, all the recordings with your father—”

“I don’t think it’s my father who’s behind this. Not this time, and not at the cabin. He wouldn’t dare.”

He frowned, “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Well think about what happened the last time I-“ you snapped your fingers, “Right. You weren’t there.”

“What happened? Luke just said you walked away because your father got on your nerve.”

“That’s one way to put it,” you muttered and motioned at the valet to give him your ticket so that he could bring your car, “Listen, I gotta go. Mom is probably at home and Mina is going there and I can’t….I need to talk to them.”

“It might be dangerous.”

“Spencer, it’s my family we’re talking about,” you insisted, “I can’t— if I start suspecting them too, I have nothing left to hold on to.”

He opened his mouth to disagree but you saw Luke coming closer to both of you.

“Hey, Rossi says we need to get back to the office. Emily and Tara are already there,” he told Spencer and turned to you, “We need to stop meeting like this, trust fund baby.”

“Dude, you guys are the ones who show up and scream murder everywhere I go.”

Luke chuckled, holding up his hands and mocking surrender while valet pulled over in front of you.

“Here you go ma’am.”

“Thank you,” you offered him a small smile before you looked up at Spencer. “I’ll see you later I guess.”

“Call me when you get there, we’re also sending a car to your mother’s place and your place just to be sure.”

You nodded, heaving a sigh and Spencer squeezed your arm as if to assure you before pressing a kiss on top of your head.

“Be careful.”

“Hey I was trained by a serial killer, how many people can say that?” you tried to joke as you walked to your car, “I’ll be fine.”

You got into your car and valet closed it, then you started the car and drove off.

                                                 ***

The living room was completely silent in your mother’s house. In fact, the whole house was silent, the only noise was the constant ticking of the huge clock on the wall while all three of you sat still, waiting for someone else to talk. Your mother drummed her fingernails on the table, something she would reprimand you for doing if it were another time, Mina bit inside her cheek, her gaze fixed on the wall and you downed the whiskey in your glass, then filled it again.

“Okay,” Mina said and sat up straighter and looked between you, “I just want to say, if it was someone in this room this whole time, we can- I can fix this.”

“Jesus Christ, Mina!”

“You can’t possibly suspect-“

“We’ll say it was dad’s influence, we’ll call it trauma after-“

“Do you hear what you’re saying?”

“I’m just saying, if it is one of us, it’s dad’s fault.”

“It’s not one of us!” you insisted but then you turned your head when you heard the doorbell ring. The sound of heels came closer and Mina threw her head back as soon as Kenzie walked inside.

“Kenz, I told you to-“

“Yeah, spare me the bullshit, I came as soon as I made sure Lily was alright and safe,” she waved a hand in the air and you closed your eyes for a moment.

“Kenzie, you really shouldn’t be here.”

“Why? So that all of you can dramatically blame each other? I know how you guys get, there’s not an ounce of logic between the three of you.”

Your mom heaved a sigh and got the whiskey bottle from you, “What did Spencer say again?”

“That it was possible it was someone at our table. It’d make more sense than it being a stranger.”

“So either one of us, or Lincoln, or Nolan.”

Your mom gasped, “Nolan had nothing to do with that!”

“Just saying, it wouldn’t be the first time some man you loved didn’t turn out to be the man he pretends to be-“

“Mina, low blow,” you cleared your throat and your mother narrowed her eyes.

“I know it’s not him.”

“Then it has to be Lincoln.”

You let out a small laugh, “Dude, don’t you remember what he was like when we were children? He cried when he saw me scrape my knees and his mom had to take him away.”

“People change.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d know if one of my best friends were a serial killer, Mina.”

“He came late to the auction.”

“So did all of you!” you insisted, “You don’t see me blaming you- by that logic where were you?”

“Are you kidding me? My meeting took longer than I expected, go check my security camera footage. Where were you?”

“Mina!”

“I was literally talking to Spencer while it was happening!”

“Are you two seriously blaming each other?” Kenzie gawked at you and Mina shrugged her shoulders before turning to your mother.

“How about you mom?”

“What is this, an Agatha Christie novel?” your mother asked, exasperated, “Ask the driver, it took us more than an hour to get there because of the accident.”

“It could be anyone in that auction hall, yes, including someone in this room but they checked our alibis. Spencer said it was a possibility, not that it was certain,” you managed to say, “They still need more evidence and I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to start blaming the only people in my life that I actually trust.”

A silence fell upon you and Kenzie sat down beside you, then filled herself a drink as well.

“The moment we start blaming each other, we’re lost,” she said, looking Mina in the eye, “Your dad almost tore this family apart once, don’t let this copycat do the same. It’s not one of us and you know it.”

“No one is blaming you Kenz,” you rasped out and Mina ran a hand over her face.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, “Jesus, I’m— it’s just that… It fucks with my head.”

“You get used to it,” you sipped your drink and turned to your mother, “For what it’s worth, I really don’t think it’s Nolan either. I mean what are the chances of getting married to a serial killer twi—“ you stopped talking as soon as Kenzie kicked you under the table and Mina gasped, shooting you a look as you covered your mouth. Your mother stared at you, her jaw dropping and you cleared your throat, trying your hardest to come up with something.

“I mean—“ you stammered, “I’m drunk and I just saw Spencer being all hot and whispering in my ear after there was a murder so my feelings are all over the place, I don’t know what I—“

“Now that she fucked up first, I can say it.” Mina said, “Nolan will ask you to marry him.”

“I was un-fucking it!” You hissed and Mina scoffed.

“You haven’t un-fucked a thing in your goddamn life.”

“I can’t believe this is how I’m finding out about this,” your mother breathed out, still staring at you two and you let out a whine, burying your face into your hands.

“I’m sorry!” your voice came out muffled and Kenzie let out a giggle, patting your arm as you raised your head again, “I- well- my dad was a serial killer!”

“What is that, your out of jail card?” Mina asked, “The same guy was also my dad but you don’t see me giving out secrets and spoiling surprises.”

“When did he say that to you?” Your mother asked, sitting up straight, “Y/N, you’re telling me everything right now!”

“I saw my ex looking hot tonight and someone got murdered while I was flirting with him, I’m allowed to mess up once or twice!”

“That’s a strange way of describing your whole life.”

“Shut up Mina or I swear—“

“Y/N!”

“He asked for my blessing and I said yes,” you murmured, “So did Mina and Kenzie. But I think we all threatened him first, right?”

“Nope, you’re the creepy one in this group.”

“Yeah I think it was just you.”

“Fine! Okay, I threatened him first,” you admitted as your mother stared at you, “In my defense, I was also pretty drunk back then because of my break up with the love of my life, in case anyone at this table forgot—“

“I wish. Maybe I could try to forget it if you stopped talking about it for five fucking minutes though.”

“Babe!”

“And my serial killer father—“

“Having daddy issues isn’t an excuse to be a snitch, bitch.”

“Mina, stop insulting your sister for a moment,” your mother told her and turned to you, “What did he tell you?”

“That he has been in love with you for… I don’t know, centuries because he’s like a five hundred years old vampire.”

“He feeds on money though, not blood.” Mina pointed out, “I actually can see him as an evil lord somewhere, now that you mentioned.”

“Getting information from this family is a nightmare,” your mother heaved a sigh, “And?”

“And nothing. Make sure to get your nails done when he takes you on a dinner now that we all gave him our blessing but I’m so not planning your wedding, my client list is full.”

“Nobody buys that excuse Y/N,” Kenzie reminded helpfully and your mother shook her head.

“Oh but I can’t possibly—“ she heaved a sigh, “I can’t marry him yet.”

Instantly, all three of you turned to him with the same surprised expression on your faces.

“…Were you gonna hit it and quit it mom?”

Your mother pinched the bridge of her nose “Mina, what is wrong with you tonight?”

“I have no idea. Is this what being traumatized is?”

“Yeah welcome to the club, I’ve been here for a while,” you waved your hands in the air, “Mom, I thought you loved Nolan. Don’t you?”

“No, I’m completely in love with him!” your mother said quickly, “He’s the best man I’ve ever known or been with.”

“Meh, let’s not pretend the bar is—“ Mina started but stopped talking when Kenzie elbowed her, “Sorry. I’m just going to keep drinking over here to keep my mouth busy.”

“But?”

“Sweetie, I can’t get married when…” your mother gestured at you, “When you haven’t found a partner yet!”

You made a face, “Why did we teleport into Jane Austen times all of a sudden?”

“No, you know what people would say.”

“Since when does that stop you?” you asked her, “Come on, who the fuck cares what anyone thinks? They can all go to hell.”

“Y/N, I appreciate the thought but-“

“Mom,” you said, “I might just end up alone, okay? You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for me to get married or find a partner or something just because of some stupid unwritten rule. Fuck those people, let them talk.”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to have an actual wedding either.”

“Who’s coming up with these rules?” Mina exclaimed, “Mom, do whatever you want. This family threw appropriate out of the window long ago.”

Kenzie nodded fervently, “People will always find something to criticize, you can’t let that get to you. If you love him, go for it.”

“But wait for him to propose first, I have a feeling it’ll be the biggest ring I’ve ever seen,” you clinked your glass with hers and wiggled your brows, “Can I please be the one to tell dad though? I want to record the look of devastation on his face. I’ll make it my wallpaper.”

                                                  ***

The next day, you tried your hardest to focus on work. Even if Spencer’s words kept echoing in your ears, you couldn’t help but think that he had to be wrong.

Maybe he was. Maybe it was someone else in the hall, other than your family or Nolan or Lincoln. It was impossible for you to suspect anyone in your family, and Nolan and Lincoln had had more than enough time to be alone with you and hurt you, but neither of them had given you any sign of being dangerous.

Besides, you were sure that after spending so much time with your father, you’d be able to tell if it was someone around you.

Or at least you hoped so.

You took a sip of your rosé and bit inside your cheek, staring at your dinner table in the middle of the living room which now looked like something pulled out of a horror movie. You heaved a sigh, holding your hand over the various types of knives, the memory flashing in your head.

“Alright Petal,” your father tugged you by the hand so that you could get closer to the coffee table full of knives, “Let’s see if you studied like I told you, hm?”

“I have!” you gave him a bright smile before you bit at the stick candy and he raised his brows.

“Honey, don’t bite at candy, you’ll ruin your teeth.”

“No I won’t,” you said stubbornly, still holding the candy tight, “I’ll brush my teeth afterwards.”

He heaved a sigh and grabbed a blade off the table, then held it up.

“What is this?”

“A trench knife,” you said, looking at the handle that looked more like brass knuckles your father had shown you before, “You can hold it over your fingers so it’s better for…for…”

“Close combat.”

You nodded, still chewing on the candy and your father put it back, then showed you another.

“This?”

“Push dagger!”

“How do we use push dagger?”

“When you hold it in your palm, the blade is between your fingers.”

“So that…?”

“So that the prey can’t see it until it’s too late.”

He nodded, “You really did pay attention, Petal,” he commented and you giggled, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet and turned the candy in your mouth as he held up another blade.

“This?”

“Butterfly knife!” you said and motioned at him, “I want that one.”

“Because it’s called a butterfly?”

“Daddy I love butterflies!”

He smiled, then grabbed another from the table, “Do you know what it is?”

“Another butterfly knife?”

“No honey, this is called a trainer, see?” he showed you, “I want you to practice with this first. It has no knife, so you won’t be cutting yourself until I say you can switch to an actual one.”

You clicked your tongue, twirling the butterfly knife between your fingers, the motion almost automatic. You had become so good at it when you were a child that you didn’t even need to think about how to flip the knife after all these years, your hands already remembered it.

“Trench knife, push dagger,” you counted slowly as the thunder lit up the dark sky outside, “Good for close combat, good for stealth….Stiletto, good for deeper wounds. Bowie is good for—“ you were cut off when you heard someone banging their fist on the door. You could feel your heartbeat getting faster and you flipped the butterfly knife in your hand, approaching the door but as soon as you looked through the peephole, your stomach made a happy flip.

“Spencer?” you muttered and opened the door, “What’re you—”

“Are you insane?” he cut you off, glaring daggers at you and you pulled your brows together.

“Huh?” you asked as he walked past you into the apartment and you closed the door before following him. He ran a hand through his curls, clearly the rain outside had made his hair even messier and he turned around to say something, but then got distracted.

“Why are you holding a butterfly knife?” he asked and you flipped it again before throwing it on the table and he frowned at the sight on the table.

“What the hell is this?”

“Uh, butterfly knife, trench knife,” you pointed with your finger as you counted them, “That’s a stiletto knife, that’s a switch blade, right next to it is a push dagger and the one over there is called—“

“I know what they are, why am I looking at them?”

You arched a brow, “Take a guess.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What?” you let out a bitter laugh, “I’m done taking it lying down, okay? Last night was the last straw, if that copycat wants to come after me, I say let them. The man who they’re looking up to was the same man who trained me for my whole childhood, I like these odds.”

“Yeah?” he scoffed, his eyes narrowed in anger, “Is that why you threatened one of the most dangerous serial killers of our time?”

You tilted your head, “My father?”

He threw his hands in the air, frustration getting the best of him,

“Yes, your father!”

“So you basically ran all the way here to yell at me because I threatened my father?” you asked as you walked past him, then grabbed your wine glass and leaned back to the table, “Don’t worry professor, it’s a family thing. We’re impulsive. He’ll be fine, unfortunately.”

He ran a hand over his face, “What were you thinking?”

“To be honest with you, I kind of wasn’t thinking,” you pointed out before you took a sip of your wine, “How is he these days, by the way?”

“I’m glad you find this entertaining,” he said through his teeth, “Because I can assure you, this is not funny.”

“Oh come on, it’s a little funny.”

He took a deep breath as if he was trying to control himself, “You think threatening a serial killer with murder is funny?”

“I mean have you seen the look on his face? I don’t know if the video got that but—“

“Why did you break up with me?”

Well, Spencer had a way of taking you by surprise, that was for sure. You lowered the glass and blinked a couple of times, trying to pull yourself together.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me. Why did you break up with me if you were going to threaten a damn serial killer because he implied he might come after me?”

“I hope you know that normal exes don’t have these kind of conversations,” you tried to joke but he only raised his brows.

“Y/N.”

“Spencer,” you heaved a sigh “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think I do,” he said, his voice almost too low, “You just don’t want me to know what I’m talking about.”

“Listen, I know how it might look like but I can assure you I’d do it for any—“

“Garcia was with me while I was watching those tapes.”

Your eyes snapped up to his as your breath got caught in your throat. You swallowed thickly, painfully aware of how he was probably seeing all your tells but even that thought didn’t stop you from drumming your fingernails on the fragile glass you were holding, pursing your lips for a moment before you cleared your throat.

“What—um—what did she say?”

“You mean before or after she said you broke up with me to protect me even if I’m an FBI agent already working on this case?”

God damn it Garcia.

The thunder boomed outside again and you frantically tried to find the right words, but it felt impossible to do so. He took a step closer to you while you stared at him, completely frozen and you closed your eyes for a moment.

“Spencer…” you muttered as you opened your eyes again, “Whatever training they gave you, trust me, they didn’t train you for my father.”

“Is that why you said all that stuff back then?” he asked slowly, “When we broke up?”

“It doesn’t matter—“

“Yes it does.”

A sad smile pulled at your lips as you put your wine glass down, and shrugged your shoulders.

“I thought—um, I thought it I hurt you that badly, you’d never want to see me again,” you admitted, “So if you were away from me, you’d be safe. Away from my father, away from the copycat, away from all of this. Working on this case is not the same as being caught in this fucked up web, you know that.”

“You didn’t think you should’ve at least asked my opinion on this?”

“You would’ve said no.”

“Of course I would’ve said no!”

“Exactly!” you threw up your hands, “You might not care about your survival in this situation, but I do, okay? I love you too much to let you get hurt because of me—” as soon as your brain acknowledged what had just slipped from your lips, you stopped talking, your breathing getting faster while panic seemed to flood your system. He stared at you, a soft light appearing in his eyes and you shook your head at yourself.

“Fucking great,” you muttered, “Yeah, um you— I’m— it doesn’t matter. Do whatever you want to do with that information.”

You took a step to walk past him but he had already grabbed your arm and pulled you back. Before you could even ask him what he was doing, his lips found yours, letting that warmth shoot through your stomach into your whole system. The feeling was so sudden but so mind numbing that you thought Spencer was right before, this was definitely like a drug, an addiction. His fingers caressed over your neck while your body pressed against his like some sort of a magnet and a soft whine escaped from you as he pulled back slightly.

“Don’t run away,” he whispered against your lips “Not this time.”

You felt the tears rushing to your eyes. “Spencer-“

“I love you.”

“You shouldn’t,” you murmured before he stole another kiss from you.

“I love you,” he repeated, his hazel eyes locked in yours, “And I’m done pretending like I don’t.”

It was a bad idea. You knew it was a bad idea, you knew it would put him in danger, but none of that seemed to matter to you after hearing that he loved you. For some reason, you were convinced that you two would find a way, that everything would be alright as long as you loved each other, naïve as it was.

The happiness burst through you, wrapping you in a soft and warm haze as you reached back with one hand to sweep everything off the table, sending all the knives to the floor with a loud noise before you jumped to sit on the table. A small chuckle left his lips when you tugged at his jacket and he tilted his head.

“What, you don’t have a bed?” he taunted you and you grinned.

“The bed can wait,” you murmured as he dragged his fingertips up your bare legs to pull you closer to him, drawing a giggle from your lips before he kissed you again.

Chapter 24

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagines #spencer #reid

[soupbabe]

Could I get the Bucci gang and Diavolo with a ghost sibling? (like the one you did with Dio and the Crusaders) I really appreciate your writing and you've inspired me to try to write my own reader stories sometime!

Ghost Sibling HCs: Bucci Gang Edition! (+ Diavolo)

Oh my god that's so nice of you to say!! I think it's so cool that I actually inspired someone!! Ily so much anon!! <3 My only impression of Diavolo just has been his fight w Bruno, so I just wiki'd everything for him. So I apologise if he's not entirely in character!! Also, I genuinely had nothing for Abbacchio so he's not in this one. I really hope you don't mind

Warnings!: Goes into how reader died, Spoilers for Part 5, and Mentions of abuse from Giorno's part! Please stay safe !

Bruno Bucciarati

You were an older sibling of Bruno and you also stuck around with your father when the divorce came along

You commonly worked along with your father and ended up getting murdered when the gangsters infiltrated the boat

While your father was able to survive, you died at the scene. Your soul set to haunt the surrounding dock

Although it was tricky trying to see you due to the lingering fear of potential gangsters, Bruno always managed to find a way to visit you

It was hard for the younger Bucciarati, he cared about you as much as he did his father

Almost every visit was paired with a somber undertone, no matter how normal you tried to make it

But you were proud of Bruno and the man he's become today and you two still keep in touch

I do believe that as he gets older, he'd look at this place with a bit more fondness. Replacing the tragic memory of you and your father with all the times you tried to be there for him

When he became Capo, Bruno made certain to keep tabs on the small fishing village, making sure your resting place is in pristine condition

He's well aware that you might not get to pass on and he just wants to do what can to get you the best

Giorno Giovanna

You were Giorno's older step-sibling, having there be a 5-8 year age difference between the two of you

You were well aware of your father's abuse and did what you could to protect your little brother

Of course, your father didn't take too kindly to your behavior and it only made your punishments worse

One night, your father took out most of his anger onto you and it ended up killing you

Your soul latched onto Giorno, wanting to keep on protecting him even in death

You were there for him through everything and you were happy that he was able to find better family through the gang

And even in the gang, you were able to find your own peace in a way

(mostly) everyone welcomed you with open arms and it was a nice change of pace from talking to only Giorno for the past 10 or so years

Pannacotta Fugo

You were an older sibling, praised by your parents and used as an example for Fugo to follow

He never really resented you because of it though. You were helpful when he had the toughest lessons and treated him with the care that your parents never gave

I can imagine Fugo accidentally killing you during one of his rages, you got too close and he lashed out at you

As if he wasn't freaked out and panicked over your murder, seeing your ghost wasn't any better

He ignored any note of your presence, leaving it up to some hallucination rather than a ghost of all things

It took him a while to actually accept the fact that you're still with him and it was really awkward for a while

It made his guilt about the situation worse tbh, like it's been too long that he can't really apologize for what he did to you

And I don't imagine you being too happy either. Spending your eternity with your murderer and have him deny your existence for a couple of months does hurt

It's just one of those cases where your relationship couldn't be repaired after death, leaving you both to spend each other's company with an awkward weight on each other's shoulders

Both of you were never well taught in emotions so trying to cope with something as strange as this is not likely.

Narancia Ghirga

You were Narancia's twin sibling

you were just as loyal as him so you didn't bat an eye when he proposed that you both take Polpo's test

It's not like he would do it without you anyways, you two were a package deal

What he didn't take in account was you not surviving the stand arrow

It really did break Narancia seeing you dead and then seeing your ghost, looking like nothing happened

I feel like you haunting him furthers his denial of your actual death. That it doesn't actually matter since you're still next to him and able to laugh like nothing happened

It would be a combination of you and Bucciarati to help him with his grief, but he was still joyful to have you around

Even though you couldn't interact much with the physical world, he still invited you to his math lessons with Fugo and treated you as a valid member of the gang

Guido Mista

You were Mista's younger sibling that haunted his apartment

He'll admit that it was a bit freaky dealing with you at first, but he managed to adapt to it pretty quickly

He was able to live his usual carefree lifestyle, the added money from being apart of Passione was used for making the house a bit more comfortable

He felt bad that you couldn't leave and tried to make it more bearable

Plus he did it as an apology for all the times you cleaned up the pigsty that is his room

He also enjoyed that you were also free home security

He's made a couple of enemies in his time and having someone who can't be injured through typical means was helpful

He always enjoyed the occasional stories you told of the intruder's terrified faces at the fact that their guns and knives had no effect on you

But even if you were already dead, he'd ask for the faces of the idiots who disrespected and tried to kill to you.

Just because you're dead doesn't change the fact that you were still his family and he needed to teach those losers a lesson when you can't do it yourself.

Diavolo

Oh my god I'm so sorry for you

Listen, this man was not above attempted murder of his own daughter to hide his identity. You would've been one of his first targets

When he'd see that you never actually died, he would use whatever he had in his arsenal to get rid of you

But of course nothing worked, having to come to terms that you were a ghost

I don't think this could make his paranoia worse because technically you are gone and you can't go outside without him/Doppio, it's just a great inconvenience

He usually acts like you don't exist, yelling at you if you were to interact with the mafia boss

To Doppio you were only known to be a close friend of the boss and nothing else

He would happily chat with you, blissfully unaware that he was talking to a corpse

I think being anywhere near Diavolo in this state is a fate worst than death

Being around such a dark and negative energy already isn't good for the living, imagine how the dead feels

Plus not to mention the rough period of occasional murder attempts, all in new ways for Diavolo to get you gone for once and for all

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #golden wind #golden wind x reader #platonic x reader #platonic headcanons #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccerati #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo x reader #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #narancia ghirga x reader #guido mista x reader #guido mista #diavolo x reader #jjba diavolo

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NUISANCE | chapter 2 (or, i hate him so much my heart skipped a beat)

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pairing.

| lawyer! jeon jungkook x lawyer! reader

summary.

| all you wished for was a relaxing two weeks in a big ass boat eating some big ass shrimps, away from the real world. but instead you’re stuck with your arch rival with no means of escape — and goddamit why does the bastard smell so good.

tags.

| 2 BROOKLYN 99 REFERENCES TELL ME IF U CATCH THEM; paragraphs dedicated to jungkooks back muscles; im so sorry like a few parts were really thirsty; but there’s a very sweet paragraph dedicated to jungkook’s smile; reader and jungkook bonding???; jealous reader; smug jungkook; love sounds like hate; a lot of plot convenience if you haven’t noticed

a/n.

| hello everyone! first off THANK U FOR THE MASSIVE SUPPORT ILY. i feel like this could’ve been better but i’m not sure how. but no they’re not moving too fast bc… well 😃😃 also i’m planning on writing more serious pieces after this series even though i’ve barely started :P anyways, i hope u all have an amazing day lots of love

“What kind of neanderthal doesn’t go outside for two days?

Jungkook asks through the open bathroom door as he’s sitting on his couch, your mouth still too foamy and minty to give him a quick-witted answer.

You spit into the sink and glare at him through the mirror, “I was being productive and I cooked horrible food all day,” you splash water on your face and pause at the door frame on your way out, “Unlike some people that spend their hours hunting for their next prey.”

You don’t stick around to watch the way he rolls his eyes, walking over to your bed to grab the orange wrap skirt and white top for today’s outfit. But you couldn’t really put it on since someone was still in the room.

There isn’t an inkling of a thought in Jungkook’s doe eyes, the time it was taking for him to get a hint was more than enough for you to pass your eyes over his black tank top, stinky green shorts and dark sandals. How did he look better than you in a tank top? Fuck him. Wait, no he doesn’t. Still, fuck Jungkook.

Once your eyes are back on him, the fiend has a shit-eating grin on his face as if he’d just caught you red-handed in the middle of a dirty sin — you were just judging him.

You raise your eyebrows in an attempt to maintain your composure, “Well?” And wave the clothes in your hands to help him understand the situation.

No sound comes from the ‘Oh’ of his lips, his small brain finally coming to terms with reality. But just before he heads out the door, “We’re having lunch at the deck,” and he doesn’t wait for an answer, slamming the door behind him.

Who the hell did he think he was?

Now, you didn't have to go along with Jungkook’s plan — hell, it was probably the last thing you wanted. However, does going to the rooftop deck to have a nice lunch and a-little-too-early drinks really sound like a bad idea?

And the answer to that question is what led you to pulling your clothes over your head and reassuring nobody but yourself that, “I’m only going because of the fucking food,” cursing Jungkook here and there too, of course.

Just before heading off, you grab the cruise’s complementary sun hat, a long string of pastel beads for your neck and your favorite pair of sunglasses — not that you were going to use them for more than keeping your hair away from your face anyways.

Breathe in, Y/N.

You’re out the door, “I’m ready.”

Your exposed skin stings as you feel Jungkook’s eyes go from your leg exposed from the slit of your skirt, to your fluttering stomach and slowly — as if he didn’t want to miss a single detail — up, up, up, until his gaze meets yours. And that look is back, the one he’s only ever used whenever he couldn’t hide what he truly felt for you: aversion.

Yet, instead of the slander you were expecting, Jungkook does nothing but shake away whatever was on his mind and lock the door. Beep, And he goes the entire way to the elevator without uttering a single word.

Still, even if the silence was deafening you don't make much of a fuss, only observing Jungkook’s silent figure as he stared ahead and around anywhere he wouldn't have to meet your eyes.

He was a pain in the ass even when he wasn't speaking.

Ding.

You’re the first to exit, part because you were excited to get a breath of fresh ocean air and part because you couldn’t stand whatever the hell was happening in the elevator.

There were half naked people everywhere, kids running around and chasing after each other through the zig zag of chairs and tables. From the wooden floor to the samples of blue and yellow on the umbrellas, cups and slides, the view was the very core of vacation.

Jungkook suddenly stands before your wide eyes and takes you by the wrist, taking the lead as he shoves his way to the stairs that lead to the highly-expected rooftop restaurant, the place safely guarded on the opposite side of all the commotion.

As your sandals flip-flopped against the wooden stairs, you start to see a flood of blue and beige chaise lounges, white coffee tables centered in the space of each one and the alabaster bar surrounded by people in all sorts of summer attire. Maybe Jungkook was onto something.

Speaking of, he grabs your shoulders — ruining the view as always — and pushes you down the first empty couch he finds. “Stay here, I’ll get us some food.”

You don't fight him on it, deciding to just let the sea breeze caress your face, closing your eyes and taking it all in. Things were nice.

That is until you look at the entrance and see Jungkook talking to the same raven-haired girl from yesterday. The sight bothers you and you can’t quite put your finger on as to why, perhaps it was because he could’ve at least had the fucking decency to not hit on people while he was ordering your food. God. Only he could put a stain to an otherwise perfect morning.

And you could’ve looked away, but just as a bee is attracted to pollen or a driver is allured with the sight of a car crash, you simply couldn’t — not that you were attracted or allured to Jungkook in any way, though.

The woman’s cotton cover up flowed with her hand as she playfully hit Jungkook on the arm. You envy her, you’d never touched an implant before. Jungkook crosses his arms at this movement, probably thinking his biceps were going to pop out even more. Your body threatens to convulse in second hand embarrassment.

But the lovebirds are interrupted when the cashier calls out for Jungkook, his order ready and trayed up. You look away and could only hope it was just in time for none of them to notice that you were ogling, but Jungkook’s mystery girl catches your stare and her angelic smile dissipates in front of your eyes. Chills, literal chills.

You feign surprise when Jungkook sits beside you, placing the tray of colorful drinks and drool-worthy pasta on the table with a clang.

“I hope the mimosas are a good enough treat for your highness,” he bows his head.

You can’t repress your squeal nor your smile as the glass meets your lips and you have a real summer drink for the first time in forever, the girl’s glare fading with every sip you take. Jungkook simply watches, amused when you down half of the drink in one go.

You’re content, only with a simple worry in your mind. “What time is it?”

Luckily Jungkook had brought a watch on his wrist, your phones long forgotten on the nightstand, “One something,” he grabbed both plates, handing over yours, “Why? Gotta run away from me again?”

You try to scoop as much chicken, sauce and pasta as you can twirl on your fork, practically salivating once you're munching down the food. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

Jungkook crosses a leg over the other as he eats the chicken from his own plate, “What are you up to today?”

Huh. You asked yourself the same thing. “I actually have no idea,” you admit, “I just saw the words massage and wine and thought ‘I have to go’.”

“Of course,” and he doesn’t sound the least bit surprised — or judgemental, at that. “You did the same exact thing at the last firm getaway.”

Your hand flies to your mouth, “Oh, God. Why would you remind me,” Jungkook is slapping his knee at a miserable attempt of stifling his laughter, “Nothing will ever compare to the misery of being surrounded by a bunch of sobbing tipsy widows.”

His laugh only booms alive and you try to convince yourself that it scratches your ears, but it doesn’t and you find yourself giggling as well. What the hell was in that mimosa?

“God, youre such a fucking idiot.”

“Lower your voice, boozer,” you slap his thigh — hurting you much more than him — and catch a few glares in your direction.

Jungkook drinks his entire glass, “Eh, screw them,” not sparing a second thought to the strangers, “Are you heading to the fifth floor again?”

The alfredo pasta in your plate has been reduced to nothing, “Yeah, why?”

“I’m heading that way too.”

You snort — you know, like a wild boar. “Gonna meet up with yesterday’s catch?”

He has a conceited smile on his face and you fear the next words to come out his mouth, “Maybe,” he places his plate on his lap and leans closer to you, his breath tickling your ear, “Jealous much?”

Scoff.

You push him away, drinking the rest of your orange juice. Scoff (again). You’ve never met someone so egotistical. How dare he?

“Don’t act like being seduced by an incubus like you is such a big deal,” you hope to poison him with your words but he only bites down a sweet smile, “And it’s not like she’s seen anything that I haven’t in the past two nights.”

Goddammit, Y/N. Where the fuck did that come from?

Jungkook drapes an arm over the couch, “Someone’s been enjoying the view.”

You try your best to scowl at the demon, but when your eyes accidentally tarry on Jungkook’s collarbones and arms — why is it always the fucking arms? — for a few moments too long, red paints your cheeks instead and you simply fiddle with your empty glass.

Jungkook’s victory weighs heavy on the lifted corners of his lips as you wait for him to finish the rest of his food — he ate like a five year old.

“This is where I leave you, I guess.”

The walk to the fifth floor was a quick one, you and Jungkook standing in front of the familiar entrance, that same chalkboard from yesterday scribbled with roses this time.

A woman is the one welcoming you at the door today, the same list and my-boss-forced-me-to smile on her face, just like yesterday’s guy.

“Ms. L/N,” she calls out as you and Jungkook come closer, “You must be the last couple to join us today!”

She manages to sneak her way behind you, pushing both of you into the dim room before her words could even reach your eardrums. Did she say couple?

Jungkook attempts to correct her, “I’m just here to drop her off—,” to no avail.

The woman has a menacing smile and look to her eyes that shuts the both of you right up, “The first activity was just about to start,” she rushes to the exit and shuts the door, but not before a friendly, “Have fun!”

Was this cruise actually full of psychos?

You and Jungkook are frozen in place, only noticing the handful of couples sitting on the floor, the petals spread across the room and romantic candles sticking out the walls, a moment too late.

“Welcome! Welcome!” An elderly woman approaches you, her short hair wrapped in a pink bandana, the boho print matching the rest of her clothes and chunky jewelry, “I’m Hattie, your instructor. Why don’t you two sit down so we can start?”

Though you're both in shock, none of you attempt to make an escape, taking quick but hesitant steps to the last empty space in the back. A flustered Jungkook is the first to talk once you’re sat down, “What the fuck, Y/N?”

Hattie seemed to have been saying something when Jungkook whispered a tad too loud, both of you putting on a smile when she looked. “I have no idea what’s happening either,” you grit through your teeth,

Once she looks away, you and Jungkook take a breather.

“I legit didn't see anything about onboard couple’s therapy, I was really tired,” you rub between your brows, “You can go, Jungkook,” your head gestures to the sealed exit, “I can take the embarrassment. Plus, that’s kind of the whole point.

“But that guard lady locked us in here,” his fading hope is visible in the way he buries his head in his hands, seemingly forgetting who he was with when he asks, “Am I really stuck here with Y/N?”

Are you fucking kidding me. You can’t believe you were empathetic with the monster for even a second. “Don’t be over dramatic, it’s only until six.”

His shock takes over his hands and the volume of his voice when he hits his legs, “WE’RE GOING TO BE HERE FOR FOUR HOURS?”

The murmurs and whatever that instructor was saying, are quickly silenced.

“We’re sorry,” you apologise on his behalf as he struggles with reality, “Please, continue.”

She coughs and puts back that old lady smile of hers, clasping her hands together, “As I was saying, we have three tasks ahead of us,” she puts up a finger for each one she lists, “A loving touch, a loving conversation and a loving drink.”

Her voice is drowned out by your dread, your eyes glancing at the couples holding hands and touching, whispering what were surely forbidden secrets into each other’s ears, the candle wax melting and falling in a picturesque way and how the music was crispy to the ears. It was all so… romantic.

And then there were you two idiots that stuck out amidst the crowd, both awkward yet number one is redder than the roses and number two was sweating like a hog. I’ll let you decide which is which.

Hattie’s words are what bring you back to the present, “For us to loosen up, we will begin with the loving touch session,” please say massage, “Each couple should head up to their respective massage rooms.”

At last, the sun is found in the storm.

You follow with an excited sway when Hattie finally comes to bring you to your room. She closes the door behind her with an, “Enjoy!”

A masseur is waiting on the opposite side of the massage bed with welcome arms, “Good afternoon, Mr. and Ms. L/N.”

Jungkook raises his hand, “I’m actually Jeon, she’s the only—.”

“My mistake, Mr. and Ms. Jeon,” Goddamit, Jungkook can’t you say anything helpful for once? “Which one of you will be massaged first?”

You practically leap to grab the robe in his hand before Jungkook could steal the chance, pointing to the jade door, “Is this the changing room?.”

The man nods, a little taken aback from your excitement.

You're out of your clothes and in the backwards robe in the blink of an eye, laid down on the bed in less than a minute, your head now resting on the top of your crossed arms.

“So, Mr. Jeon,” you feel a cold oil drizzle over your back, experienced hands spreading it across your back, “You’ll be placing your hands—,” wait, where did they go, “— right here.”

And just like that Jeon Jungkook’s hands were on your bare back, the concept of a loving touch finally flickering in your mind. His hands were a little more rough and shakier than you would’ve imagined.

Why was that going through your mind?

You should’ve been wishing death on him, yourself and everybody else in the boat, shouldn’t you?

“A loving touch is all about, not only a physical connection but really feeling your partner’s body, go ahead.”

Jungkook, being the pet he was, followed his orders and he did it a little too well, he slowly moved his hands from the knots on your shoulders to the very low of your back and you’d be lying to yourself if you said it felt horrible.

“It’s connecting on a whole new physical level with the other,” Jungkook’s hands travel to the dimples of your spine and linger for a moment too long, but they quickly come back up and focus on the crevices of your neck instead, each movement seemingly aiming for all of your stiff muscles.

Not too bad at all.

The masseur’s philosophical rant about touch and love is completely ignored, your mind hyper focused on every inch of skin Jungkook set his fingers on, his hands sailing further down the sides of your body, the extra attention he pays to your waist not unnoticed.

“Fuck.”

Indeed.

Oh, God. What did you just say?

No, no, no.

Perhaps it was just low enough for nobody to hear it—

“I guess that means you should switch now,” the masseur chuckles with a cringed tone.

It was not.

You prop yourself up and look at Jungkook who you could only hope wasn’t laughing at you, your eyes glassy and pleading for something unclear.

And the bastard was snickering, looking in no direction in particular with a blush to his cheeks and a mocking, lip-biting chuckle on his face.

Once you’re up and standing, it quickly dawns on you that it’s Jungkook's turn. Meaning you had to touch Jungkook and massage Jungkook and touch Jungkook.

The world did hate you.

Jungkook realises he was taking too long and mutters a quick, “Uh,” before pulling his top over his head and you shut your eyes — weren’t you Ms. Jeon, though?

The masseur has to call out your name for you to open them back up again, Jungkook laid on the bed with his head on top of his arms.

“I suppose you know what to do, Miss,” the man smiles.

“Yeah, Y/N,” he exhaled and you can hear his smug, “You know what to do.”

The square footage of Jungkook’s back intimidated you the tiniest bit now that it was splayed out before you, you must admit. Still, you place gentle hands on his back and you’ve confirmed once and for all that those bumps were indeed not from a disease but muscles. Rock hard muscles.

You don’t even remember you had to repay him the favor of embarrassing you — because yes, it was his fault — as you get lost in every dip and fold of his skin, your fingers moving on pure intuition.

The curve of his back, the ridges of his shoulders and the little jolts on the surface of his skin, you could feel all of it.

A hand to your wrist jolts you awake, Jungkook stirring with a glaze to his eyes as you both look up at the masseur, “It’s time for your next activity, Miss.”

Oh, God. What just happened?

You cough and don’t bother to excuse yourself as you leave the room, Jungkook grabbing your forgotten clothes and putting on his robe as he follows behind you.

You try to shake away the burning that creeps it’s way to your fingertips and cheeks as you sit back down on the floor. But it doesn’t work, your sweaty palms joining the party instead. Great. Just great.

Hattie’s voice saves the day, “I hope we’re all relaxed and ready to converse with our partners,” not at all, “If you could all just face each other, cross your legs and hold hands. This intimacy is important when facing important feelings and questions with your partner.”

As if Jungkook slathering oil on you like you were a nice roast chicken wasn't enough, now you had to hold hands with him. Is death still an option?

You’re facing each other, Jungkook’s palms up, “Shall we?”

Uneasiness settles in your stomach, a feeling you’ve never felt with Jungkook before. Sure, you’ve felt judged or uncomfortable but never truly uneasy. Maybe it was just your body reacting to the physical trauma you had to endure.

You nod.

“You know,” Jungkook seems to still be waking up, “You’re not too bad with your hands,” and he laughs.

But it’s a welcome sound that unbundles your nerves in the most peculiar way, your own smile coming back. “You’re not shabby either.”

“I could tell—.”

“I suppose you honeymooners didn’t hear my explanation,” None of you bother to correct her anymore as she places a deck of cards between you, “But all you need to do is pick a card in turn and answer the question. Don’t forget to look into each other’s eyes,” she winks and stands up, making her way to the front of the crowd.

“I guess this is when we start asking each other the questions,” the cringe in your tone is all that rasps your ears as you hold hands… with Jungkook.

“Go ahead,” his head points to the pile of cards in front of you but his eyes only look at Hattie and the way she seemed to ignore every other couple in the room except the both of you.

You breathe in as deep as you can, your hand grabbing the first question, your uncontrollable blush heating up tenfold when you realise this was probably even more intimate than the event-that-shall-not-be-named that occurred in the massage room.

Your mouth stumbles before properly saying, “How long have you been together?”

But Jungkook doesn’t seem as embarrassed as you, the same tint painted on his cheeks but he manages to laugh all the same, your chuckles joining his.

“I’d say about two years?”

Sly bastard. “I’d say two years too.”

He’s the next to grab a card, placing both of your hands on his left one before reaching.

“This is a great one,” he snorts, putting on a serious face when he replaces the card with your hand, “Are there any issues you’d like to bring up?”

You throw your head back just like the exorcist girl, and cackle— were you okay?. “Well, where should I start?”

This was actually kind of fun.

“Okay, but let’s be real for a moment,” he lightly squeezes your hands, “What is your issue with me?”

Or, maybe not.

“Well,” you curse at the old woman for putting you this close, your eyes left with close to no space to avoid Jungkook’s, “There’s just this way you look at me.”

Your gaze is back on the confused boy, the furrow between his brows strong enough to be considered a wifi connection. “What are you talking about?”

“Like—,” you try to come up with some way to explain, “—The first time we met, right? It’s like, you just go silent for a few seconds and literally look through my soul. It makes me feel like I murdered your entire family.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide with every word you spouted, the flush on his cheeks practically steaming from his skin.

Did he seriously not know? Oh, well.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and grab the next one,” you say to the top of Jungkook’s head since his face was pointed to his lap.

“Oh, God,” you squeeze Jungkook’s hands with a little more force than necessary, but at least it makes him look up, “You ready?”

Nod.

“What do you love most about your partner?”

Now that was a real couples’ therapy question. Great job, Hattie.

“I think you should answer this one,” you seem to state the obvious, “Since I was the only person to answer the last question.”

Jungkook’s shoulders fall from their perfect posture, “Fine.”

His eyes have that same glint you mentioned before as he scans you up and down. Was that the fifth time today? New record, guys.

“I guess,” he purses his lips with a slight smile, “She always knows how to make a moment memorable. Oh?

Your palms were sweating once again and you wouldn’t have taken note of it if you weren’t holding Jungkook’s goddamn hands at the moment. Why you of all people?

“Coming of a little strong, partner,” the nervousness in your giggly tone ever the obvious thing.

A small smile, “What about you?”

Oh, right. You needed to answer.

It wasn’t like you were an actual couple, “Uh—,” but why is the air between you so thick?

You struggle to find an answer and decide to go with the first thing that pops in your mind,“Well,” Shut up, Y/N, “He always manages to sneak his way in my thoughts.”

Why didn’t you shut up?

However, at this Jungkook smiles, but it isn’t the taut one you’ve seen hundreds of times before, no. Jungkook’s entire face scrunches up and the moons under his eyes seem to have constellations that creased outwards; the way his nose rumpled, his cheeks puffed up and his front teeth steamed the spotlight. Jungkook wasn’t smiling, the boy in front of you was beaming.

And he was beaming at you.

“Next one?” He asks, his face still shining.

You can’t even move at the sight.

Shuffle. “What is your favorite memory with your partner?” He puts it down, “I have like three answers for this one.”

The lightness is back in an instant and you keep that picture of Jungkook on the back of your mind, “You do?”

“Yup,” he pops the P, “First, at the last Christmas party, I go to take a piss at the men’s bathroom, as one does.”

“Please, don’t say it,” you groan and you can’t even hide your face because Hattie would probably slap your hands into Jungkook‘s.

“But, wait,” he feigns shock, “I hear someone gagging in a stall, more specifically a woman. And who else could it have been but the Y/N L/N.”

The almost forgotten memory of you retching your heart out in a smelly toilet and a suited Jungkook carrying you back to Seokjin comes back, and though it’s fuzzy and the mere thought of it is dreadful, Jungkook’s laugh is contagious, even to you now.

“Ah, I never thanked you for that.”

“You don’t need to—.”

“I didn’t finish,” you look at him disillusioned, “And I shouldn’t, because Mother Jin rubbed it in my face the rest of the night about how I was the boss and he was the lousy, underpaid assistant.”

“Classic Jin,” he chuckled. “Okay, second of all, when you threw a coke at my face two seconds after meeting me.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny, Jungkook,” your voice is dry, “But to my defense—.”

“I looked at you weird, totally a justifiable course of action,” he raises his brow, “What about you?”

“What about me?,” Your confusion is cleared up when you’re reminded that you were simply playing a silly card game, “I would have to say… Watching your boss throw a drink at your face after you asked her to make you a partner in the firm.”

Jungkook seems to have buried the memory, “What is it with you people throwing liquids at me?”

You put a thoughtful hand to your chin, “You just have a very drink throwable face.”

He’s quick to snatch your hand back into his and it doesn’t even ring in your mind, “Another one.”

Groan. “Fine, uhm—,” you purse your lips, “Honestly? Maybe, right after that when you were on the sidewalk crying and piss-drunk and you just kind of talked to me.”

Jungkook’s surprised expression has a genuinity to it, “Oh, no. What did I say?”

You shake your head as if to say ‘Nothing’, “You were just going on about how hard you’ve been working and you couldn’t even go out with your friends and you didn’t look at me in the eye even once,” you’re staring into the empty space, “You just said ‘this was a nice dream but I have to wake up now’ and blacked out.”

Your giggle is akin to a little schoolgirl’s and you look backat Jungkook, the night sky in his smile back once again. Hm. Cu—

Hattie claps and the noise bounces you back from your trance. You whip your hands out of Jungkook's hold, afraid they were going to end up drenched from your heart palpitations — Seriously, why was it so hot in the middle of the ocean?

You avoid Jungkook’s searching eyes to the best of your abilities. This could only be a fever.

“We seem to have reached the end of our loving session,” the biggest smile on her face, she can’t wait to get rid of us, “Each couple’s loving drink is awaiting at the exit. The robes are complementary, please do not forget your possessions and stay in love!” Thank God.

You’re on your feet in no time, practically jogging to the exit when Hattie suddenly grabs hold of you, making Jungkook stop in his tracks.

“You two kept on interrupting my class,” she narrowed her eyes but there’s a nicety to her, “But I let it slide, it’s not like I haven’t dealt with worse. Plus, you two have something special that most of the other couples in this room didn’t have.”

A woman scoffs at Hattie’s words when she passes by with her own wife.

Your lack of response is filled with Jungkook’s curious words, “And what is that?”

She leans in a little closer, “Shine,” she whispers this time, “A shine to your eyes and a shine to the way you dance around each other, it’s envying.”

The shine she was referring to was surely the dislike you had for each other. Surely.

You were so sure that you wouldn't stick around for another crazy word of hers and you go back to your almost-running pace to the elevator, not looking back to check if Jungkook had followed behind you.

Why were you so embarassed?

You reach your room in no time and hide yourself beneath the sheets. For a few moments you don’t move, as if you were waiting for something, or someone, to come knocking at the door; and when no one does, your chest weighs a little heavier as if you were disappointed.

“Are you telling me that Jungkook made you moan?” Jin’s voice shrill through the speakerphone, your knees to your chest as you sat at the balcony.

“That’s besides the point, Jin,” you groan, “But, yes.”

He hisses through his teeth, just like the snake he is, “Yeah, there’s no coming back from that.”

“Please,” you’re begging at this point, “Help me.”

“I don’t know what to say Y/N. The symptoms you described don’t sound like the flu, it sounds like raging thirsty hormones.”

Beep, you hear through the glass doors, making you turn, “You’re the worst,” the handle was rotating, “I gotta go, Jin. Love you, bye,” you whisper into the microphone as you grab the phone and make your way into the room for who knows what reason.

And there you were, like a fucking idiot, standing in the middle of the room when Jungkook walks in, scratching the back of his neck when you lock eyes.

“Hey.”

You bite your lip, “Hey.”

The air weighs down with words that wanted to be said and the uncertainty of what they meant, and nobody says anything as you fidget with your skirt Jungkook makes his way to his pile of clothes.

You watch as he digs his way and he seems to be looking for something.

Does he need help—

“Fucking hell, Y/N?”

Excuse me?

You come closer to his little circus act with your hands behind your back, “What?”

Jungkook stands up and you can feel his breath on the tip of your nose, “Where’s my shirt?”

Now, you were truly baffled.

“What shirt?”

He goes to the bathroom and continues his search for said shirt, “My hawaiian shirt,” his voice echoes, “It’s pink, it looks exactly like yours.”

Wow. And he picked on you for that on your very first night together. Wow.

“Why would I steal it?” You start searching through the pile of clothes on the chair, sure to find something.

“I didn’t say you stole it,” Jungkook is striding towards you, “You could’ve just gotten them mixed—.”

His sentence never finds an end when you stand up and turn at the very same moment he comes behind you, your bodies clashing and falling to the floor with a bang. Jungkook is on top of you, the only thing stopping your faces from touching being his upend arm, you don’t even notice your hand was holding onto it until you feel something flex beneath your fingertips.

Could this day get any better?

It takes a few moments for any of you to move, but when you do it’s up and rushing, both of you dusting off your clothes as if there was anything to dust off and staring intently at the ground.

“Uhm—,” Jungkook is the first to break the silence as he grabs something from behind you, “Found it.”

And you both wait for someone to say something else, still no one does and Jungkook puts the shirt back in the pile, walking towards the door.

But just before he could take those final steps, you grab him by the wrist and breathe out. You hated this.

“Look, Jungkook,” he does, “I’m really sorry for running off, I just felt really weird, you know?”

He early waits for you to continue.

“It’s just—,” you let go of him, your fingertips burning from the touch, “—today was a lot. I think we’ve never had real, sober time together that lasted for more than an hour and there was so much touching and talking,” you find yourself rambling, “It was just, really overwhelming because we’re not that close, “So, let’s just go back to insulting each other every two seconds and have a good dinner?”

He seemed to be expecting more, but if he was he doesn’t say a word about it and puts on a happy façade, “Only if you promise to not moan in the middle of our meal.”

Your expression falls flat. “You know what, forget it—.”

“Fine, fine,” he puts his hands up in defeat and unlocks the door, “They’re serving sushi tonight,” he doesn’t wait for you as he heads to the elevator, “So hurry up, dumbass.”

You smile, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Dumbass.

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A fic where reader is erwin's sister and before he dies he tells levi to take care of her and levi protects her but he also falls in love (btw this is the first ask I've sent to anyone in this fandom_ I'm a member here) but I also fell in love your writing 💕🌹

thank you 🥺!! ily I tried my best I hope you will like it! i loved writing this so so much ,i hope i made justice to your idea

“please levi,take care of her “

Erwin let Levi with two missions : killing zeke,and protecting his sister.

He failed the first one,or at least,didn’t fulfill it yet. Which let him with the second one,protecting y/n smith ,taking care of her. While this mission seemed more easy than killing a titan,Levi will have gracefully chose to fight a beast titan everyday to escape it,at least at first.

He wished to avoid y/n after her brother’s death,her face and personality being too similar to his,and this only reminding him of his loss. But,as the days passed, as he saw y/n fall apart,the weight of her sadness slowly breaking her, Erwin’s words were the only thing Levi was able to think about.

« Please Levi...You know her,or at least you’re the one who knows her better. You saw how every death affects her. How is it going to be if she lose her own brother ? Please Levi,take care of her. »

And,since then,because of his respect for Erwin,Levi became the secret gardien angel of y/n Smith.

....

It wasn't an easy task. He had to be careful and stay discret about it,knowing damn well that if y/n learnt about her brother's last request,she'll ask Levi to leave her alone and tell him that "she didn't need him". Which was pretty false since she had the habit to get in trouble almost everyday,always bumping into the wrong person,causing her to be the subject of their anger.

She also inherited of her brother's enemies. Since they couldn't get revenge on Erwin anymore,many of them thought that,if they couldn't kill the brother,they'll have the sister. But when any of them tried to touch even a bit of her hair,they had Levi Ackerman on their back in the space of a second,and died on the next.

Levi was more exhausted than he used to be at the end of his days. He was maybe protecting her too much,always being near her and intervening whenever he felt like she might get hurt,physically or emotionally. But he couldn't stop himself,his protective Ackerman instinct taking the lead of his thoughts.

The most challenging part of his mission was to protect y/n from herself. Making sure no one hurt her or that she wasn't include in a risky mission was easy for him,but taking care of her was something else. He never did that to anyone,except maybe to his old best friend Isabel,but this experience happened too long ago for him to still know how to act around someone who's sad.

At first,his behavior was pretty awkard,his acts sometimes causing more damage to y/n's mood. He felt useless ,not knowing what to do ,only being able to bring her a cup of tea. He couldn't comfort her with words,he knew that he wasn't good with these and he'll probably end up saying something harsh that will hurt her. Levi Ackerman could exterminate at least fifty titans without being exhausted,but he was left without weapons and solution to face the problem that was y/n .

But after a while,and some talks with Hange,he finally managed to bring some comfort to his dead friend's sister. He would randomly spend time with her,remaining silent or talking about a book he read,trying to keep her mind away from her memories. He gave her more works,knowing that it'll distract her. He brought her cups of tea on the daily,sometimes drinking his with her,and he slowly,with a lot of times,started to enjoy her company more than the one of anyone.It was strange to think that this girl he was so annoyed to spend time with at first slowly became the one he was looking after when he came into a room.

He stopped looking after and taking care of y/n because of his promise to Erwin,and started to do it because he wanted to.He didn't know if his feelings toward her where the one of a brother,friend or more,and he didn't want to think about it,the last possibility being too scary for him. He haven't even told her yet about her brother's last words,the fear of her turning her back on him and taking her distance stopping him from even thinking about it . He didn't know when she started to,but it seemed that y/n had the ability to turn Levi Ackerman into a weak man .

....

However,as time passed,their relation growing stronger and closer,y/n started to ask more questions about how her brother's last moments went. Levi always tried to avoid the talk,changing the subject,not answering or simply leaving the room . Y/n first thought that it was a too painful memory for the captain,but she soon realized that it was maybe something else. Levi didn't seem sad when she was asking him her questions,he seemed more...awkward,scared,stressed,ashamed and a bunch of other feelings she couldn't put a name on . So,after some thinking,she decided to confront him,her need of answer growing too strong for her to be able to wait until he decide to tell her what she deserved to hear,it probably being the last thing she needed to end her mourning.

She organized everything,wanting to be sure that he won't be able to avoid her request once again,and,one day,when he came to take some tea,she locked the door and confronted the black haired man.

"Levi.I'm going to ask you this question one last time,and i except an answer.What ...How...What did Erwin said before dying ?"

He remained silent,his eyes staring at his tea. He tried to act like he didn't heard,but the sudden clench of his jaw was denying it.

"I need to know Levi,please.I know that it'll help me"

"And what are you going to do if i don't answer ? "he suddenly asked,still not looking at you

The question took you by surprise and you thought for a few seconds before answering.

"I...I'll probably take my distance. I don't want to,but i don't see why...why you won't tell me. Maybe it's selfish of me,but Erwin his my brother,i deserve to know."

Levi eyes met yours,and you swore you could see fear in them. He didn't want to let you know because he was afraid you might think he spent all this time with you because of Erwin,and not because he truly cared about you,but if you ended up leaving if he remained silent,he might as well tell you the truth. With a sight,he put his tea cup on the table,and proceed to tell you everything. You remained silent,eyes opened in shock,tears filling them. You didn't say anything until he got to the promise part,to the moment he agreed to protect you. Your face turned blank and it felt like your heart was being beat up.

"Wait...So all these years...All these moments together...All this time,when I thought you were being caring because you had some sort of sympathy for me,it was because of Erwin ?"

It shouldn't have hurt like that,but you almost felt betrayed. Thinking your brother last thoughts were about you being safe and protected warmed your heart,but thinking that Levi hadn't been sincere this all time,only staying with you because of his honor,was the mort hurtful thinking no one ever did to you.

"No ! "he shooted,his voice being so loud that everyone probably heard him. He seemed hopeless,his whole body tensed by the fear of losing you. It's only in this moment,when you were ready to turn you back on him,that Levi realized the intensity of his feelings for you. It wasn't the love a brother give to his sister,or the love you give to a friend. It was the type of love you only gave to one person,the type he never wanted to feel but managed to without noticing it.

« I...Yes,at first ,yes I was doing it because of Erwin. But not any more. It’s been years since I stopped. »

You didn’t seem to believe him,the tears your were trying to hold ruining on your cheek whiteout you noticing. He hated it,he hated being the reason you cried,but he couldn’t think of a way to make you stop and believe him. Or,more exactly,he knew one and didn’t want to put it in action.

« Why didn’t you tell me sooner then? If you really had stopped doing it for my brother,why didn’t you tell me everything ? »

« Because ...Because ... » he was stuttering on words,your presence and his stress making him lose control. He was playing with his hands,his breath locked into his throat,and it was the first time that Levi Ackerman looked this vulnerable.It made you reconsider your anger,and a strange idea appeared in your head. What if ...No it couldn’t be.

« Because ? » you asked,your voice so low he wouldn’t have heard it if his intention wasn’t concentred on you.

« Because I...I started to...To ...I.. »

His eyes were begging you to understand,but your own mind was too confused by all the things he could mean,and you wanted,you needed to hear what he meant. The realization that he’d had to say it ,to put words into this thing he tried to avoid for so long ,hit him,and,in a low voice,he said very quickly :

« Because I fell in love with you. »

Your eyes opened in shock and you were left breathless. Your heart was pounding into your chest. So,you hadn’t dreamt all these years ? You were right about the way you thought he felt about you?

« It’s okay if you don’t feel it back. It’s okay . I’ll...I’ll leave you alone. Goodbye ,y/n. »

His eyes were shut to the floor,and with the saddest expression you ever saw him with,he went to the door ,ready to leave. When he started to open it,it was like you finally took control of your body again,and you grabbed his arm,making him look at you with surprise.

« I love you too Levi. »

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[nanamisflowerfield]

AHH I RAN HERE WHEN ON THE A3 X READER TAG YOUR REQS WERE OPEN I AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THEY ARE!! ^-^

Could I please request headcanons for hisoka mikage with an s/o who is really strong but also short like when he is sleeping somewhere unsafe his s/o will quickly pick him up and lay him somewhere where its safe and everyone is just so shook?? I am pretty short and people have made this whole assumption that I have to be protected because of my height, they get so shocked when I do something out of strength 😭😭

Anyways I hope you have a great day I heard that tumblr is making your requests dissappear like a magic trick when they shouldn't be, why tumblr gotta be so mean sometimes >:( please stay safe, drink lots and eat properly!! 🌻🌻

— 🐸 anon

AAAHHH! *hugs you* you are so adorable!! ily! ;w;

Yeah, that really made me super sad Dx And thank you so much for your support and love ;w; it means the world to me! Thank you! I really hope that you like it and have a great day, my dear froggy!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

💤 Everybody knows about Hisoka’s bad habit of falling asleep everywhere, like really everywhere! Even in dangerous places or anywhere the actors could trip over him. 💤 Whenever no one dragged the poor man away, you were the one who did it, but no actor had ever seen you doing it… 💤 One day, they just got tired of dragging the sleepy white-haired man to his bed, so jokingly, Banri told you, Hisoka’s s/o; “Hey, can you bring him back to his bed?” Thinking that you can’t do it, as you were so small. 💤 Pretty small people aren’t strong after all, right? Well, that’s what all of them thought, while Banri chuckled at his own little question, only to get shocked by the sight. 💤 You smirked at your friends, walking to your calm boyfriend, that dreamt about a paradise full of marshmallows and picked him up, as if he weights nothing! 💤 Taichi was the first one to gasp. “Wow! How are you so damn strong!? I want to be so strong too! Maybe then I will be cooler too!” 💤 That was the day, everyone of the Mankai Company got that small voice in the back of their head, telling them to never mess with you, as you could probably kick their asses too… 💤 But it was also the day in which you got a new job. “Bring your boyfriend back to safer places.” You were strong and the other ones, might be a bit lazy sometimes… 💤 Hisoka could truly be happy by having you as his s/o! You were after all the one person who always bought him to safer places, so he can continue his nap there!

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[sandbees]

May I request yuu's voicemail that never went through i need more ANGST! also how are you?:) Stay safe and hydrated! ily and your writing 💛

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“I’m hoping this gets through, because if it doesn’t I’m going to lose my mind...”

“Where do I even start? Well, I tried to do a group call and that failed, so I guess I’ll leave a voicemail for everyone!”

“This is my...what is it? Ten thousand, two hundred and twenty third attempt? Yeah, probably.”

“I may be exaggerating, but it’s felt like it. Five years and not one single response. Really; I expected Malleus or Riddle to at least call because of courtesy, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Way to make me feel better, guys.”

“……”

“You know, I’m an adult now. Which is weird to say out loud. It means that you guys are also living your lives. Doing adult stuff.”

“And I’ve been thinking…as we get older and there hasn’t been any contact between us…did you forget me in all the magic that is magic? Would you guys forget a friend?”

“…maybe it’s because I’m not as interesting as everyone. I mean, Malleus and Leona are literally princes, and Vil is a celebrity, so compared to them - and also everyone else - I’m just…that one magicless student who was just there.”

“Oh jeez, that’s depressing to think about. Being so unimportant your friends forget about you while it being justified. A plain person who doesn’t have anything to offer.”

“….”

“Sorry, I’m letting old things get the better of me. I know that despite everything, these voicemails may not be getting through, and yours haven’t either. You guys wouldn’t be the type to abandon a friend. Completely the opposite.”

“But…I can’t help but think…”

“….”

“Oh, I, huh. This is…this is embarrassing. Uh, you can’t tell but I’m uh…I’m…”

“You know what, this is a perfect- perfect time to end the call. So- so bye and I hope to hear from you again!”

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