#and then I realized today that the reason why week 5 was a 'break' was because it was half as long

[commanderfloppy]

Gw2 Huevember Week 4

I've been thinking a lot about Laurence and his past recently, and this cool color-scheme really went with the feeling.

Though he later found ways to escape it, there was an incredibly tight grip on his life. His purpose was to be perfect, be beautiful, be a shining jewel for the Bellamy family, not as an heir but as a trinket.

#gw2 #gw2 huevember #my art #Laurence Bellamy #So I kinda decided to make my 'break' week last week bc I was superbusy helping family with stuff #and then I realized today that the reason why week 5 was a 'break' was because it was half as long #and uhh #LOok this still counts for huvember I finished it at 1 am which..is 1 hour away from it being november #tw scopophobia #I thinkthat is the right tag #ANYWAYS Uhh Laurence has been on my mind A LOT recently #been really thinking about the details of how fucked his father was and what was going on with him #I realized that after his father lost his heir and wife #he would take a sudden turn from being horribly abusive to being 'nice' to laurence because he was all he had left #and if he lost anything else his future would be ruined #Of course even at the age of 10-11 Laurence knew that something was wrong with this sudden shift #and was deeply upset by the fact that his father now just pretended like he never did anything horrible to him #I should at some point make a longer post about all this and not just put an essay decribing abuse in the tags lol #new coping mechanism dropped: #make a blorbo with a somewhat similar past to you but make it so their abuser eventually goes to jail

[starlight-writer]

Fighting

A)n: Heyyyy... I'm back :)

Warning: none, angst, yelling, arguing

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Steven

He doesn’t yell

But it’s that exactly that makes it worse

He refuses to yell, but he’ll be a sarcastic little shit

“Oh really? How lovely.”

“Oh my dearest apologies, my liege, I didn’t realize I had to agree with everything you had to say.”

Steven won’t back down, he’ll keep this energy until he’s done talking about it and then he’ll ignore you

He won’t ask how your day's been, he won't hug you, he won't even look at you

And it’ll drive you crazy

The only reason this started was because Steven missed a date and didn’t acknowledge that he would be late or wanted to cancel

He was working late for Donna again, but this time it just set off something in his head

Normally you wouldn’t be too upset about him missing a date, seeing as he’s got other people to take care of and he’s got a shitty boss, but when you asked him about the date, he blew up

“God, it was one date, why do you have to nag me about it?”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t trying to nag you, Steven, I just wanted to know what happened.”

“You’re not my bloody parent, you don’t need to know!”

“Take that back.”

“No.”

And now you're in your room and Steven's sleeping on the couch

That night will give him time to realize he was in the wrong and he'll feel super guilty

When he wakes up with a stiff back and sore neck, he'll think he deserves it

He'll wait until you come out to get up

And then he's following you around like a lost puppy

He won't say anything, but he'll look so sad and just be following you everywhere you go

It would be cute if you weren't upset with him

You'll have to be the one to start a conversation, but as soon as you say a single word to him, Steven's apologizing faster than you can process

"Love, I'm so so sorry. I was an absolute knob, I was so stressed and upset yesterday and I know that's not a reason to treat you so terribly, but it was such a bad day. I promise I'll make it up with 3, no, 5 dates! We can do whatever you want today and tomorrow and all week! Please forgive me, darling. I know I don't deserve it, but please just give me another chance."

He looks like he's about to burst into tears and kneel for you

(Which would be hot in a different setting)

Depending on how passionate you feel about this, it might take some time to forgive him, but he's there every second of the day

Or if you want him to leave you alone, he'll respect that

You'll find little notes of lovey poems around the flat and your favorite snacks littered around the living room

He honestly feels like a terrible partner so when you do decide to forgive him, just give him a kiss and hug him

He'll cry and apologize a bunch more so just pet his head and tell him it's ok

He'll genuinely sit you down and ask if there's something he can do to get his 'anger issues' under control

Poor baby doesn't have anger issues, he just has a shitty boss <3

Marc

He yells

He yells loud and painful things

He doesn’t care, he can’t bother to care

He’s angry and that’s all he feels

He can’t think past it, it’s like he sees red

He’ll shout until his throat is raw, but he’ll get as many insults and sarcastic comments he can before that happens

He knows what he’s doing is wrong, he knows the only reason you’re arguing is because of him

But he’s not backing down

He wants to hurt you and he does

And it makes everything worse for at least a week

Marc came home absolutely wreaked from a fight and refused your help, preferring to drink and just sit there

If you weren’t so upset at the fact he refused your help and instead wanted the help of alcohol, you’d yell at him about staining the couch with his blood

You’ll either have to deal with Marc breaking out into an argument after the initial one, or leave to stay somewhere else

If you come back the next day, Marc will still be upset

He won’t start yelling at you again, but he’ll ignore you

And it really just stops there

It’s the silent treatment for a week

He'll make dinner for you and all that, but he won't talk to you

He'll stare at you, wondering if you'll be the one to apologize

Or he'll be staring at you to see if you're watching him

You're not

He'll stay silent for an entire week, festering in his anger and guilt until it overflows

And when you come back home from work or being out late, he's waiting for you

And he looks like a kicked puppy

It was no surprise Marc had no idea how to apologize and admit/accept his feelings but at this moment, none of that mattered

His guilt and the feeling of missing you outweighed his discomfort of voicing his feelings

He'll start with an apology, saying how sorry he was and how terrible he felt

He didn't give any excuse or reason for his anger, he just apologized and stood there

He expects you to yell at him, leave him, insult him

Just gently take him in your arms and kiss his cheek

You don't even have to tell him anything, he'll promise to never yell at you like that again

"If I do, you can hit me as hard as you want."

Marc will say, though if you did actually hit him, he'd probably cry

He'll be so genuine with his words and.the nail in the coffin was the fact that he promised

Marc never makes promises, even if he knows he can fulfill them

But he swears up and down that he will never yell at you again

And he does everything in his power to reverse or heal the damage his words did to you

Even going out of his comfort zone

He loves you so much and he doesn't understand why you're still with him, but he thanks every God and Goddess that you are

Jake

He’s dangerously silent

He’ll stand there completely blanked face, eyes set in a slight glare as you argue about something that was definitely his fault

Maybe he missed a date and didn’t bother to let you know he wasn’t coming or wrote off your worry about a few injuries and called you ‘clingy’ and ‘overbearing’

Either way, he doesn’t respond to your anger, just standing there like he didn’t care

And it hurt

Once you were done explaining how you felt or what Jake did wrong, he’ll roll his eyes, pull out a cigarette and sit in the couch

He’ll play the baseball game he may have missed or just watch the news to really set in that something that boring was more interesting than your feelings

“Do you seriously find the news more important than our relationship?”

He won’t look at you

“I can’t believe this. If you care so fucking little, then why are you still here?”

“This is my house.”

“Then maybe I should go if it’s just your house.”

“You should.”

And you do

You go to a friends house, or a hotel, somewhere that you can rest for the night because you’re obviously not going to get anywhere with Jake and you can’t stand his attitude

The second you’re out of the room, Jake curses and throws the tv remote at the wall

He throws everything that he can without any worry of breaking something or getting a noise complaint

He'll throw bottles, plates, pillows, books

Once he's run out of steam, he'll shamefully clean up everything, throwing glass away and putting pillows back

That's give him the time he needs to realize 'oh shit, I fucked up'

He won't come out and admit it instantly, no

He'll fester in his guilt and figure out what exactly he should say

He'll even plan out when he should breathe during his apology

And when you get home, no matter when that is, Jake it waiting patiently with breakfast, lunch, or dinner

He'll give a nervous smile and walk up to you, giving you a hesitant kiss on your cheek before pulling you to the living room couch

Your plate of food is already made and somehow still warm despite Jake no knowing when you'd be back

He'll give an awkward apology, explaining how he's still not used to being something more than a protector for Marc and Steven, how he's still learning to let people in, how he loves you with all his heart despite being such a monster

He might start crying, but he'll try not to show you

He doesn't want to show vulnerability, but he knows it's important in a relationship

So he'll just ask very quietly if he can hug you

Is you say no, he'll nod in understanding as tears fall into his lap

He'll quietly mutter another apology and just sit there, unsure as to what to do

If you say yes, however, he'll gently wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head in your neck

He'll silently cry, muttering 'i love you' over and over again until you say it back

Just rub his back and kiss his head, tell him you forgive him or need time to forgive him and he'll understand either way

He loves you with his entire being, almost like he lives off of loving you

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #marvel #jake lockley #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley x gn!reader #marc spector x gn!reader #steven grant x gn!reader #starlight writes

[myouicieloz]

Lean on me

Park Jihyo x member!reader

Synopsis: Jihyo takes you out for some ice cream and you finally talk about what happened.

Warnings: reader is recovering from an od episode. mentions of drugs. reader talks about her feelings. sensitive content. guilt, pain. tw: overd0se, recovery.

Word count: 1k.

Notes: -

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5

“Hey, Y/n… what are you doing here?” Jihyo asks, a bit surprised to see you at the company’s front area. She doesn’t sound mad or annoyed, though. Which is good.

You look at both sides before stepping into her benz. It’s familiar and makes you feel cozy, as you recline the passenger’s seat before turning to her and giving the older girl a shrug.

“My meeting got cancelled for some reason. I could have waited, though, but I don’t really feel like dealing with work today.” You explain, with a tired voice while she makes a curve. “So I was just heading back to the dorm.”

“Smart girl.” Jihyo eyes you for a moment, seeming to sense your exhaustion from simply existing. She always knows your feelings, your needs. She’s the best big sister you could’ve ever asked for. “So, ice cream?”

Your eyes light up a little, and you can’t help but smile as you nod. “Ice cream!”

-

You two sit in front of each other at your favorite ice cream store, not much further from the dorm. The weather is cold, but none of you mind; the gelato is still much appreciated. It reminds both of you of summer, and old times. Before the scandal— before things got so heavy, messy and just broken, overall.

“You know you can ask me about it, right, unnie?” You say, your quiet voice breaking through the awkward silence as you give your cookie ice cream a big bite.

It doesn’t hurt that much to talk about it, not anymore. And you know Jihyo has questions. You know you owe her explanations, too.

Jihyo waits for a minute, maybe two, before finally taking a look at your face, her strong hands gripping her own ice cream with perhaps too much strength.

“Why’d you do it? I know we’re not supposed to ask, but I just keep thinking it was all my fault. What did I do wrong? Why didn’t I notice? What if you do it again because I’m not here enough for you?”

She’s desolated, you know it, as your tears cloud your vision. Crying, unable to hide how hurt you still are, you let your emotions overcome you, just like the woman in front of you. Jihyo’s tears flow through her pretty face just like yours.

You shift uncomfortably in the chair, not interested in your ice cream anymore. You don’t look at her, either, as you answer.

“It wasn’t your fault, unnie; it really, really wasn’t.” You inhale deeply, diverging your eyes to the street as you frown a little. You don’t even know how to explain it to her. At the time, you’d been so angry and in so much pain… it was an impulsive act. One you deeply regretted.

You shouldn’t even be having this ice cream right now—after weeks, your stomach still couldn’t take it. The consequences of your actions haven’t been kind to you.

However, Jihyo wouldn’t understand. Now one truly would.

“I wouldn’t do it again if I had the chance. It was just… I got angry. And I had this pain in my chest that was going on for as long as I can remember, and I just felt so much but felt nothing. It was overwhelming. So, I remembered Nayeon-unnie had the drugs hidden in her drawers and I thought I’d take one, just to relax a little. But when I realized, the thoughts had won me over, and I’d taken just a bit more than the, ugh, recommended.” You take the older girls’ hand, staring deep in her soft brown eyes.

The guilty look on her face has not yet disappeared; you feared it would never really go away. Her new hair makes her look older than her actual age, giving her a mature aura. Just a few years older than yourself, yet it seemed like a hundred years separated you.

You thought about how much you’ve disappointed her by doing it. How guilty Jihyo must’ve felt knowing you overdosed — supposedly— under her care. Because of drugs that were so easy for you to just access and take in.

Sweet Jihyo, who loved Christmas and helped decorate the dorm on every holiday because she loved family events (as much formal as they were. She still loved all of them.). Your big, big sister, who still read you bedtime stories whenever you had a nightmare. Who never complained about picking you up from places and driving you everywhere because you still didn’t have your license. Jihyo, who tells bad jokes and falls in love 5 times a week and makes sure you approve all of her possible interests. Jihyo, who has never skipped your presentations or recitals when you were still at school. Who knew how important it was for you to be warned about wherever the members were throughout the day because you cared about their well-being so much. Your strong sister, who would always argue on your behalf at meetings or interviews so you’d never be uncomfortable or nervous.

If there was someone you regretted disappointing and worrying, it was her. It made you feel even worse, like a failure.

You felt her hands on top of yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You looked up, sniffling, to find her smiling at you through her own pain.

“I’m deeply sorry you felt like you were all alone, back then,” You opened your mouth to tell her you knew your members were always so ready to help you, but you simply couldn’t reach out to them, even though you tried so hard to, “But you’re not now. We are right here, with you. All of us. We love you so, so much, Y/n. And we’ll support you all the way. Please don’t drift apart anymore. Lean on us.”

She hugs you, her strong arms evolving you in a warm embrace, and you are soon sobbing like a baby. All the emotions you’ve been suppressing now flow freely, and as much as it hurt, it also felt freeing. To know you have people who love you even though you are so very flawed. Feeling safe in your unnie’s tight embrace, you allow yourself to relax.

For the first time in so long, it finally seems like things will get better.

#twice angst #kpop x reader #twice x y/n #twice x reader #twice jihyo #twice imagines #park jihyo #jihyo angst #jihyo x reader #jihyo x y/n #twice x you #sol writes #sol’s works

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 || flowers au ♔

summary: violet’s first public cry for help and connor’s first time dealing with her own thoughts when it was this bad

warnings: depression, offing of themselves, stress, feelings of not being good enough, toxic thoughts, the lot

notes: so this is sad... but anyways. i didn't realize how much i've written for this au today but i am absolutely in love with connor and violet like actually its a problem. i've had so much fun with this au and i hope you guys have been too. i really wanted to incorporate mental health because i feel like violet is a person who wouldn't be picked out of the crowd to have mental health problems which made her perfect for this. i really hope to bring awareness to this and if you ever need anyone to talk to i'm here. feel free to ask anything for the au because i love hearing from you guys and i hope to answer some questions if you have any. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

reference links: choreography ➵ here! | violet's costume ➵ option 1! ; option 2! | the male costume ➵ here!

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She knew what she was doing when she posted that video. She wanted help but couldn’t say it. It was too hard. So she did it in the only way she knew how to, dance her feelings out. 

The day before she had gathered three of her closest friends from the dance program and went to one of the studios to hammer out choreography to ‘Rescue’ by Lauren Daigle. She had heard it when scrolling through TikTok and it had always been one of her favorite songs, and it described how she was feeling. 

She knew this would raise flags for everyone, especially her brothers and Connor but she didn’t care, isn’t that what she wanted? She wanted help but was too afraid to ask for it. Teaching them choreography didn’t take long, they were all in college and they picked up choreography quickly. 

As soon as she posted the video she would see calls and texts start to roll in. Ollie wasn’t home when she posted it, which she was grateful for. She hadn’t posted in a while so for her to come out and post this song after a month or two without posting, she knew it would be alarming. She posted the video and immediately locked herself in the bathroom, she was trying so hard not to relapse. She had been so good, 5 years of being clean, and she was close to throwing it all away. 

She didn’t know what brought this overwhelming, numb feeling on. It could’ve countless reasons but the only things that were coming to mind were the thoughts of guilt that she was replacing her best friends with new ones. The thoughts of guilt that she was replacing her UMich team with the UofI team. The thoughts of everyone loving and praising Adam, that’s all she heard ‘Adam this’ and ‘Adam that’. Luca was doing well too, and what was she doing? She hadn’t posted in months, she hadn’t seen Connor or even really talked to anyone in a couple of weeks. She had been doing poorly on tests and homework assignments. 

‘That’s what happens when you major in four different things and get a minor in three others’ ‘Adam is doing so well in the NHL. How come you’re not doing anything like that?’ ‘At least Luca’s doing something in school, all you’re doing is band. That’s not very impressive is it?’ ‘You’re such a disappointment.’ 

‘They hate me.’ ‘I’m not good enough.’ ‘They wish I was dead or I never existed.’ ‘They would be better off me.’ ‘They don’t need me.’ ‘Why are they friends with me?’ ‘I wish this would end.’

Their thoughts bled into her own, and she couldn’t escape the feeling. Why was this happening? I was doing so well. When do I get a break? She was frustrated. Frustrated at herself for letting this happen, frustrated at the Universe for making her feel like this, hadn’t I done enough? What did I do to deserve this? Why me?

It was a never-ending cycle that she was stuck in. And five years after believing that this was over, this feeling, these thoughts, came rushing back within weeks. Why? How? When? What? 

She was listening to her phone ping for minutes before she finally got the strength to throw the blade onto the ground and reach for her phone. 

Connor had been sitting in his apartment when he got the notification that she posted. He didn’t know where they were in their relationship. He wanted to be her boyfriend and could only hope she reciprocated the feelings. Sure it was a little weird that he had notifications on for when she posted but the girl thought it was sweet and blushed every time he was one of the first likes on her post. 

Connor’s eyes went from happy to sad from the very beginning of the video. He had known about her struggles since October, when she had come to visit and she thought if they were going to be in a relationship somewhere in the near future she would have to tell him. She was comfortable with him and it was just an easy relationship between the two of them. 

He listened to the lyrics, not focusing on the video. He noticed it quickly, her cry for help. He had paid so much attention to the girl because he loved her even if he didn’t know yet. The two were soulmates in every life, every world, every universe, and everyone who knew could see it. He didn’t waste any time swiping out of YouTube and into his messages to text her.

‘V, are you okay?’

‘I saw your video… you looked sad’

‘Please answer me, I’m worried’

‘Violet, please.’

‘Violet’

That’s when he panicked, rushing to call Ollie, “Ollie?”

“Hey, Connor. Why are you calling me?”

“Are you at your apartment?”

“No, I’m out with some friends… Why? Are you and Violet up to something that I shouldn’t come back?” He could hear the suggestiveness in her tone.

“Ollie this is serious. I need you to get to your dorm as fast as possible, please.” He was desperate, he needed to make sure she was okay.

“Connor, you’re starting to freak me out. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know if she ever told you this or ever wanted you to know this but Violet was diagnosed with depression when she was 11 and there’s been a shit ton of other stuff that’s happened with it but she’s been clean for 6 years.”

“ I’m not the brightest person and you know that too so I’m going to need a little more info here.”

“I’m scared she’s going to hurt herself again.” Connor’s voice was blunt with the tiniest bit of tears in it.

Ollie’s eyes widened, jumped off the stool at the diner she was sitting at, and rushed to her car. She drove to their dorm with caution because if she got pulled over, it would hurt everyone. Halfway home she got a notification from Connor that everything was okay. 

As she was driving, Violet had called Connor.

“Connor?”

He let out a big breath, “Oh thank god. Violet, are you okay?”

“Yes but no. Connor, I’m really scared right now.” She kept stealing glances at the metal that sat not far away from her, she would have to crawl to get it but the voice in the back of her head was haunting her, “I don’t know-”

“Hey, can you take a deep breath for me?”

“I don’t think I can, Con.”

“That’s okay. How about you want to tell me what you did today?”

“Not really.”

Connor sighed but tried not to let her hear, how on Earth could he calm her down? He took a minute to think, “You want to listen to what I did at practice today?”

She needs a distraction, “Yeah.” Connor started to ramble about what he did because he knew that she loved his voice, she loved to listen to him talk. She loved everything about him, truly. 

“And then I came home and guess what I had for dinner?”

“I don’t know. Chipotle?” 

“How’d you know?” She giggled a little, “Lucky guess.”

He didn’t have Chipotle for dinner, but did she need to know that at this moment? No.

“Can you take a deep breath now?” 

She nodded and took a deep breath in, her gaze and mind far away from the strip of metal that sat a few tiles away from her. She continued to breathe until Connor started talking again, “That’s good. Did you eat dinner yet?”

“No.” Her voice sounded small, afraid that he would be mad, “That’s okay! Do you want to ask Ollie if she’ll get something for you?”

“Can you?” 

“Of course, pretty girl. Give me two minutes.” Connor texted the girl that everything was alright and asked her to pick up something for Violet for dinner.

“How are you feeling?”

“A little bit better. I’m still scared though, I don’t want to do it, Connor. I really don’t.” Her cries started again, this time a little less harsher than before.

“Hey, no, no. Please don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s all gonna be okay, do you want me to come down?”

Violet violently shook her head, “You can’t. You have a game soon, I don’t need you to miss work for me. I’m not important enough for that.”

“You know I wouldn’t usually tell you this but shut up. You are so important to everyone. You’re important to your friends, Ollie, Jared, Mikey, and Justin. You know every time you’re with them it makes their day? Your followers, love it when you post a video. You’ve seen the comments, and even though there are the negatives the positives outweigh all of them. Adam and Luca wouldn’t be where they are without you. They love you so much, V.” Violet sniffles at Connor’s words. 

There was a silence before he spoke, “And me. I-I. Ever since I’ve met you, V, I’ve known that you were the one. I know this sounds stupid but you were the best part of the day. Screw the draft, screw the number-one pick, when you ran into me with your flowers and whatever was in that present for Adam. You apologized so much.” He choked out a laugh with a sob hiding in it, he was so close to crying. 

“And then I said it was okay and you gave me that smile. The fucking smile that made me lose it and still does. You bring so much joy into this world, V and I don’t think anyone would be happy if you left. If you want me to, I will drive down there. I’ll be there in two hours all you have to do is say the words and hold on.”

“Yes, please.”

Connor packed a bag as quickly as he could, taking no time to start his car and driving down to Champagne. He hung up briefly just to tell Luke Richardson that he needed a few days on personal leave, before calling Violet back as he listened to her make soft conversation with Ollie as they ate dinner. 

He got down there in record time, knocking on their door. Ollie was the one who opened it as Violet had gone to lie down on her bed. 

“Hey, Ollie.”

“Hey, Connor. She’s on the bed,” Connor peered around the girl to see Violet lying there watching the TV, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

Connor stepped in and Ollie stepped out and he approached her, placing a hand on her arm, “Hey, V.”

Violet all but launched herself at the boy, hugging him tightly, “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re fine.”

And that’s how they spent the night, Connor’s arms wrapped around her as they listened to the background noise of the TV. At that moment, Violet knew that things were gonna be okay, she wasn’t totally back to her normal self, but this was a step in the right direction.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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#sunny lune writes #sunnyluneflowers #hockey #nhl #connor bedard #connor bedard x reader #connor bedard x fantilli!sister #connor bedard x fantilli!reader #cb98 #fantilli!reader #fantilli!sister

[mcdonaldsplayground]

| actually the worst | part 3

ao’nung x f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | bonus part

summary: your relationship with ao’nung has become complicated, to say the least. every second you spend near him makes you hate him even more, but it’s hard to hate someone when they can’t stop touching you. however, things only seem to get worse when a fight breaks out and you get hurt.

includes: enemies to lovers, swearing, teasing, fighting, ao’nung being rude😤

word count: 3k

a/n: i’m sorry i did not think this was going to have so many parts, but i think i gotta just keep writing until it feels finished🫡 also pls lemme know if you want to be added to the taglist for this series:) i hope i already added everyone who asked in part 2

“[Y/N], hurry up!” Tuk whined, dancing around the entrance of the marui as she waited for you. You sighed, cracking one eye open.

“So much for napping, I guess.” You began to get up, stretching out your limbs, taking as long as possible.

“You said you would walk me to the beach for lessons! We’re going to be late!” Your sister frowned, crossing her arms as you continued to drag your feet. The truth was, you were putting off going to lessons. You hadn’t seen Ao’nung since the ilu riding incident and frankly, it had been relaxing. He had apparently been too busy with his warrior training for the past week, but Tsireya said he would be joining you all again today. Tragic.

“Tuk, maybe you should just tell them I’m not feeling well.” You tried, giving her a hopeful look. Of course, she wasn’t having it.

“I overheard you and Kiri talking this morning about the reason why you don’t want to go…” She started, the beginnings of an evil grin showing on her lips. “It would really be a shame if I had to tell Ao’nung that you’re scared of him.”

“I am not!” You exclaimed, mentally kicking yourself. “He’s just an annoying pest is all.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about. Now, let’s go!” Sometimes you wondered if she was really your younger sister with the way she manipulated you and your siblings. Most of the time it was funny, but today you were irritated.

“You have no sympathy, woman.” You shook your head, watching as Tuk grinned triumphantly and began skipping outside.

The short walk to the beach consisted entirely of Tuk skipping and humming a little tune while you ignored her and went over the best plan for avoiding Ao’nung. You decided that avoiding eye contact was crucial to ignoring him. At least then you wouldn’t get that stupid feeling in your stomach and you could maintain some sanity.

“Look who decided to join us, how kind of you!” Kiri chirped teasingly when you and Tuk finally approached where they were waiting on the beach. You felt a little bit bad considering they had probably been waiting a while, but didn’t dwell on it long when you noticed Ao’nung and his signature cocky smirk staring right at you. You made a point of looking away, focusing on Tsireya instead.

“Sorry, Reya. I wasn’t feeling well earlier, but I think I’m okay now.” You apologized, though you knew what you had said was pretty much the exact opposite to how you currently felt, especially when Tuk decided to pipe up.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure [Y/N] felt sick because Ao’nung is-” She didn’t get to finish as you cut in hurriedly.

“Um, what are we doing today?” You didn’t miss the surprised expressions everyone wore, you just silently prayed they would gloss over it. Unfortunately, the last person you wanted to hear from spoke up.

“No, what was she going to say? That you felt sick because of me?” You continued to avoid looking at the boy, but you could practically hear the smugness on his face. You realized that the only way out now was through.

“Yeah, I was telling everyone that I think looking at your face triggers my gag reflex.” You watched the others’ reactions instead of Ao’nung, hoping your refusal to meet his eyes was annoying him.

“Funny. I was just thinking about how much your freaky forest face-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, bro.” Lo’ak cut him off in annoyance, though he was grinning at the bickering. You felt relieved, but still pretty tense. You had come to believe that was just a side effect of being near Ao’nung. Oh, how you longed for last week when he wasn’t around.

As the tension lifted and everyone started getting in the water, Lo’ak nudged you, grinning.

“Can’t you just get along with him?” He asked and you cocked an eyebrow.

“That’s rich coming from you. You hate him just as much as me.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have a crush on him.” Lo’ak cackled as your jaw dropped, nearly going into cardiac arrest.

“What! I- You- I do not have a crush on him, Lo’ak!” You hissed, glancing around to see if anybody could hear you. Luckily they were preoccupied underwater.

“Whatever you say, [Y/N].” Lo’ak shook his head, still chuckling as he dove underwater, leaving you seething.

While everyone practiced diving and swimming around the reef, you couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation with Lo’ak.

He was wrong. How could you have a crush on someone whose lights you wanted to punch out? His entire being made your nerves jump and your heart race because you hated him. Yes, Lo’ak was wrong, and you were going to prove it.

Well, you were going to prove it later when you weren’t so out of breath. You surfaced for the millionth time that day, breathing hard from trying to push yourself to stay down longer. Beside you, Neteyam and Lo’ak were in a similar state. Only Kiri seemed to be adapting well, but even she couldn’t stay down half as long as the Metkayina. You were about to try your hand again when Tsireya popped up, followed by Rotxo and Ao’nung. You silently groaned.

“This isn’t working. You have learned nothing.” Ao’nung jibed.

“Yeah, no offence, but you guys kind of suck at this.” Rotxo laughed, sharing a grin with his best friend. You huffed.

“I think we should go back to the basics. We can do some breathing lessons outside of the water to build up your endurance.” Tsireya explained, smiling encouragingly.

“Breathing lessons?” Ao’nung snorted. “That is how babies train.”

“Perfect for you, then.” You muttered, turning to follow Tsireya back to shore.

When everyone had been rounded up on shore, you all sat in a circle amongst the greenery. It would have been relaxing, except for Ao’nung, who chose to sit directly beside you. The close proximity reminded you of how his touch had felt on your skin, how he radiated body heat despite being in the water most of the time. The thoughts made you want to reach over and strangle him. The only good thing was that being beside you made it easier to avoid his gaze as you kept your eyes straight ahead on Tsireya.

She began to teach you about some breathing techniques, like how it was best to breath deeply from the abdomen rather than your chest. When she mentioned the importance of relaxing and slowing your heartbeat , you had to force yourself to forget about the infuriating presence beside you, which was proving difficult. Your heart beat was decently slow, but you were tense and very aware of your surroundings, like how Ao’nung’s knee was mere inches away from your own. The space between you felt charged with energy and it seemed to transfer onto your skin.

“Here, breathe from here.” You heard Tsireya say gently, and you cracked your eyes open. She had placed her hand across Lo’ak’s abdomen in an attempt to get him to breathe correctly. After a moment she said, “Lo’ak, your heartbeat is fast.”

You immediately shared knowing looks with your siblings, chuckling to yourself at how hard Lo’ak was trying to remain calm and nonchalant. Tsireya’s small smile convinced you that she knew what she was doing, making you silently laugh even more.

“What are you laughing at, skxawng?” You heard from beside you, and it took some effort not to turn your head toward him and make some snide remark.

“Nothing.” You replied blankly, trying to focus again on breathing.

“Nothing?” He breathed, quiet enough that only you could hear. Then, without warning, his warm hand was pressed firmly but gently on your abdomen, nearly sending you to Eywa. You froze, afraid that if you moved it would bring attention to the two of you. Your whole body shivered at the sensation of his touch, quickly warming as if a fire had blossomed right where his hand sat, calm and steady.

“If you don’t breathe sometime you’re going to pass out, forest girl.” His voice dripped with amusement. You seriously contemplated just passing out instead of giving in, but eventually let your breath out, making sure to remain quiet. “Your heartbeat is fast.” He mimicked his sister’s words and you could see the shit-eating grin he wore in the corner of your eye. You heartbeat was, in fact, fast. Fast enough that you briefly worried the others might be able to hear it.

“Do I still make you sick?” He breath fanned across your neck, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You stood suddenly, nearly knocking the boy out. Everyone’s heads snapped toward you, looking concerned.

“I’m actually not feeling well.” Your words rushed out quickly, not even bothering to wait for any response before you turned and walked as quickly as possible away from the group. It took everything you had not to break into a sprint.

“What the fuck?” You muttered to yourself, rapidly trying to process what had just happened.

Kiri found you sitting on one of the giant mangrove roots that was tucked out of sight from the village. It had only been a few minutes since you had rushed away, and part of you wanted to tell her to leave you alone for a while longer. However, when she sat down next to you, it was a welcome comfort.

“What happened?” She questioned, searching your eyes as if they could tell her the answer. You just shook your head, attempting to clear it before you spoke.

“Something is wrong with me, Ki.”

“What do you mean?” She had a way about her that made you feel entirely safe to say anything you wanted without fear of judgement. Kiri was not usually so empathetic, but the two of you had a deeper understanding of one another. So, you explained everything to her. How you despised Ao’nung and his arrogant remarks. How much it frustrated you that you didn’t have a good reason for hating him. And of course how odd he made you feel when he looked at you or touched you.

“So what I’m hearing is that he’s touching you without your consent?” Kiri finally said, breaking the heavy silence that had set in after your explanation. You snorted at her fake serious face, already feeling a little better.

“If he was, he wouldn’t have arms anymore, probably courtesy of you, Lo’ak, and Neteyam.” You chuckled, imagining how that would play out. “No, I mean, I think what bugs me about when he does that is that I actually don’t… hate it?” The last words felt sour on your tongue, making you regret them almost instantly. Thankfully, Kiri had the courtesy not to laugh at you.

“So you like him, then?” She asked and you whipped your head back to stare at her.

“No, of course not! I’m just not used to male attention like that. He’s using it against me because he thinks it’s funny. He’s arrogant, and stupid, and I would honestly rather eat sand than talk to him longer than five seconds.” You finished, hoping you got your point across well enough. You couldn’t tell if Kiri was buying it, but everything you said was true. That boy was a pain in the ass.

A few weeks later, you and Kiri were using your free time to mess around on the beach. Things between you and Ao’nung changed since that day during breathing lessons. You had decided to stop acknowledging him and his goading remarks, to his chagrin. When he would make a snide comment you would either ignore it or respond civilly, clearly frustrating the boy. In response, he had become crueler and crueler. At this point, he was a terror, someone to avoid at all costs.

This sentiment ran through your head as you looked up and saw Ao’nung and his terrible friends approaching your twin, who was blissfully unaware as she stared down at the sand under the water. Feeling protective, you quickly made your way over, trying to hear what they were saying.

“She’s just looking at the sand.” One of them remarked, followed by a few barking laughs. Before you could make it all the way over, Kiri seemed to notice them standing above her and started to stand too.

“Hm? What’d you say?”

“Are you some kind of… freak?” Ao’nung questioned, deliberately flicking his gaze up to lock with yours as you came to stand beside Kiri. There was a pause before Kiri sighed and began to walk away, you in tow.

“No.” She said, looking at the ground. Your fists clenched.

“Are you sure?” He taunted, clearly not content to let the two of you off so easily.

“She said no, dipshit.” You couldn’t hold back, replying in your usual manner for the first time in weeks. Something flickered in Ao’nung’s eyes and his smirk widened. He suddenly reached forward, trying to grab your hand.

“You’re not even real Na’vi. Look at these hands.” He managed to grasp onto your wrist, pulling it towards him in a surprisingly gentle manner. His tone didn’t match. “I mean, look at them!”

“Hey!” Lo’ak appeared from the trees behind you, looking pissed. “Back off, fish lips.” Ao’nung grinned, releasing his grip on you. A ring of fire blazed along your wrist and you tried to shake it off, annoyed that he still had that affect on you.

“Oh, another four-fingered freak!” Ao’nung exclaimed, laughing as he and his friends continued to mess with Lo’ak.

“Leave us alone!” Kiri said forcefully, eyes darting nervously between Lo’ak and the other boys. Thankfully, Neteyam came stalking over, shoving Ao’nung away from the three of you.

“You heard what she said. Leave them alone.” His voice was calm, demanding. Pride swelled in your chest at your older brother, always the protector and mediator. One of Ao’nung’s friends tried to step in, but Ao’nung pushed him back, clearly trying his best to look like he wasn’t afraid of Neteyam. “Back off, now.”

There was a stretch of tense silence before Ao’nung finally took a step back, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“Smart choice,” Neteyam said. “And from now on, I need you to respect my sisters.” A few of them hissed at his words, but allowed you all to turn and start walking away. Before you followed, you stuck your tongue out at Ao’nung, earning a scoff and a glare from him. You knew it was childish, but you couldn’t help it. After all, you had been civil for over a week, which was torture.

As you walked off, you could hear the boys giggling and continuing to talk shit. Beside you, Lo’ak paused, deciding to turn back around.

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam hissed, but it was too late.

“I got this, bro.” Lo’ak held his hand up, slowly making his way back to face Ao’nung. “I know this hand is funny,” He wiggled his pinky. “Look, I’m a freak. Alien.” The boys snickered. “But, it can do something really cool.” Lo’ak continued talking, but you mentally groaned, knowing where this was going. Before you could say anything, Lo’ak had punched Ao’nung, hard. “It’s called a punch, bitch! Don’t ever touch my sister again!”

Next thing you knew, Ao’nung was tackling Lo’ak to the ground, his friends joining in on what you were starting to think was going to be the beat down of the century. You and Kiri shared a look as Neteyam scratched his head, resigning himself to joining the fight.

“Stop it, stop!” Kiri called, exasperated.

“This is so stupid,” You muttered, growing a little worried as you watched your brothers in the outnumbered fight. Gathering your courage, you decided to step in when Lo’ak started getting hit a little too hard in your opinion. “Can you guys just stop before someone gets seriously-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before you got an elbow to the cheek from one of the guys punching Lo’ak. It was obviously not on purpose, but everyone stopped, silent for a moment as you hissed in pain, frowning.

“Okay that’s it-” Lo’ak was about to go in for another punch before you aggressively tugged him away.

“No! No more fighting!” You barked, marching Lo’ak steadily away. “Stupid boys acting like stupid mongrels. I can’t believe I just watched you all be so stupid, and for what?” You muttered angrily, mostly to yourself.

As you and your siblings walked away for good this time, you glanced back at the Metkayina boys. You thought maybe they would be laughing, but to your surprise, Ao’nung appeared to be scolding the boy who had accidentally hit you. You stared for a little too long because Ao’nung seemed to feel your gaze and looked up, meeting your eyes. It was unsettling to see his usual smirk replaced with worry.

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[bambikisss]

OMG GUE SUNG CHO IMAGINE WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU ARE PREGNANT OMG IT WOULD BE SO SWEET PLS MAKE IT

A/N: I saw this an immediately gasped. This man would be so wholesome!! This has not been proofread as I wrote this during a class break, lol.

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"Aunt Y/N, can you give me the salt?"

You smiled as you handed one of Guesung's nephews the salt shaker, helping him to add a suitable amount to his food before placing it back down next to you. You had gone out with Guesung and his niece and nephews, deciding to end the long day with some dinner.

"Here, baby," Guesung placed a thick piece of steak onto your plate before starting a new one. You thanked him, cutting a piece before holding it to his lips. You knew he hadn't eaten yet since you all came to the restaurant, focused on cooking the meat instead for everyone. He accepted it, humming as he chewed it. "I want one too, Aunt Y/N~"

You laughed softly, cutting up pieces of your steak for them as Guesung scolded them softly for not eating their own food, but instead asking for yours. His niece and both of his nephews loved you to bits, even a bit more than Guesung. That meant that they were very possessive of you, so you weren't able to do anything with Guesung without one of them trying to push their way in between you and him. You fed the kids, enjoying how sweet they were as Guesung placed the newly cooked steak onto your plate.

"Eat up, Y/N. You haven't really eaten all day," he placed his hand on your thigh as you ate, his thumb comfortably rubbing your leg as he finished cooking the food. You rubbed his back, thanking him for cooking as the table quieted down as everyone focused on eating.

You didn't know why, but you weren't fond of any food at all today. All of your favorites were making you sick. Throughout the day, he offered you many things to snack on, pouting whenever you declined. He even got you a big bag of cheese-its, which is your favorite. So, after dinner when you declined to get ice cream, he knew something was up.

When you got home, you suddenly paused as you felt an overwhelming craving for those cheese-its he had gotten you, which were in the car. You found your husband getting ready for a shower, stopping him as he removed his shirt. "Can you go grab those cheese-its?" Guesung paused, asking why you couldn't get it yourself. You gently wrapped your arms around his bicep, offering him your best puppy eyes, making him sigh. He put his shirt back on before making his way to the car, getting the food before handing it to you.

He noticed how clingy you had gotten lately as well, using your famous puppy eyes whenever you asked him to do anything. He wasn't complaining as he loved to have you close, but he was worried about you.

Guesung took you with him to train in Spain since you could work remotely, hoping to see why you changed. When you weren't with him, you were with the other significant others going around town. You hadn't thought anything about how you had been acting as of late until one of the other girls mentioned it. "Maybe you're pregnant?" you almost dropped your drink, declining the idea immediately. There's no way you could be, especially because you hadn't had sex with him in a few weeks. "You never know, Y/N, until you take a test." You nodded, realizing that may be the reason that you may have been acting differently.

You popped into a nearby convenience store to grab a box of tests before heading back to your shared place with Guesung. You hid in the bathroom, taking 5 before turning on a timer, sitting down on the tub as you waited. You weren't nervous about it coming out positive; in fact, you were excited. You had seen how happy Guesung was when he spent time with his nieces and nephews, so you weren't worried about how he felt about having kids.

"Baby? Are you in there?"

You jumped as Guesung knocked on the bathroom door, quickly placing a towel over the tests before he could open the door. He smiled as he kissed your forehead, now unfazed by your nervous appearance. You smiled, wrapping your arms around your his sweaty body, looking up at him. He looked down at you with so much love, kissing your forehead once more as your phone's timer went off. "Are you timing yourself using the bathroom or?" he chuckled, making you stuff your face into his chest. You turned it off before asking him to go wait in the bedroom, gently pushing him out. He now looked worried, asking if you were alright. You nodded, saying that you just needed some privacy. He obliged, closing the door behind him as he left to go sit down on the bed. You took a deep breath as you checked the tests, smiling as you noticed that they all came out positive.

You were pregnant.

You picked them up before making your way out to where he was sitting, taking in his caring appearance. When he noticed you approaching him, he sat up, wrapping his arms around your thighs. "Are you alright, Y/N? If you don't feel well then we can go to-"

"I'm pregnant." He paused at your words, his eyes widening as you showed him the tests. While you thought you should've waited and told him in a cute way, you were satisfied with telling him this way. He took a second to look over the results before leaning forward, kissing your stomach. Everything you had been recently doing now made sense; how clingy you were being, your rapid change of food preferences.

He tried to stop himself from crying, squeezing you tightly as he could, repeatedly kissing your stomach as you run your hands through his hair. You could tell from how he was acting how happy he was like you knew he'd be.

"Are you alright, baby?" you rubbed his back comfortingly. He at first didn't say anything before whispering "we're going to have a child of our own...a baby." You could tell he was on the verge of crying, which made you cry. He smiled as he stood up, kissing you lovingly as he picked you up, placing you on the bed as he held you close.

"I love you, baby. And you," he leaned down to whisper against your stomach "I love you so much. I can't wait to meet you."

~ <3 ~

"Baby, I couldn't find the ice cream you wanted."

You pouted as you waddled over to him, rubbing your stomach as he took out the groceries. He apologized as he kissed your forehead, rubbing your stomach before he handed you the ramen you had been searching for. Your eyes lit up as he offered to cook it for you, ushering for you to rest back on the couch. "Love has been making me crave it so much. Besides ice-cream and that ramen, that's all I've been wanting to eat."

The day after Guesung had found out you were pregnant, he began to call the baby "Love." Whenever he talked to your stomach, he would always say "Hi Love, it's daddy." He would read to your stomach or talk about his most recent soccer game. He even had a pillow he would place on your lap while he talked to the baby so you could run your hands through his hair. You thought it was so cute and the sweetest thing you'd ever seen.

He was keen on taking good care of you and your baby, having you rest more than you usually would. He would go out in the middle of the night to get your cravings and would always bring you any food you requested while he was out training.

"Be careful, baby. It's very hot," He placed the ramen down in front of you to give it time to cool down, leaning down to kiss your stomach. You relaxed as "Love" kicked, happy to get some attention from Guesung, making him smile. "Love is awake, baby," you placed his hand on your stomach, watching as the kicks moved toward his hand before calming down. Guesung's smile grew wider as he spoke softly to the baby, hoping to help the baby calm down so you didn't feel the harsh kicks. "I think Love is going to be like daddy and be a soccer player," you laughed, wincing as the baby did a harsh kick. Guesung kissed your stomach, asking Love softly to calm down, rubbing the area. "I hope so. I think Love is a girl, though."

You ran your hands through his hair, asking how he knew. He only shrugged before saying "I just have a feeling."

Well, his feeling was correct.

"Look at her little nose!" you turned in your hospital bed as Guesung showed his soccer team D/N, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He had a proud smile on his face as she sighed cutely, everyone's heart melt. When Guesung noticed that you were awake, he made his way over to you, kissing your forehead before placing D/N next to you. "She looks as pretty as mommy does."

Guesung kept that same attitude as D/N grew up, helping you the best he could, whenever he could. You had to admit that D/N was a bit of a daddy's girl, clinging to him whenever she could. You didn't mind, though; it was cute to see D/N and Guesung all snuggled up together.

And soon enough, she turned 5.

"Mommy! Daddy's coming!"

You held D/N up as Guesung and the rest of his team came rushing over after the game, all sweaty but happy with the win. Guesung picked up D/N as he kissed your cheek, then kissed hers when she pouted. "I won my first soccer game!" Guesung smiled as D/N told him about the game she had on Friday, his face showing how proud he was. That was another thing he was right about; she wanted to be a soccer player just like him.

When you all arrived back at the hotel, you put D/N to sleep while Guesung showered. She chose to sleep in the middle as she wanted to be in between you both, which you didn't mind. When he came out and saw her asleep, he felt his heart melt. His two favorite people in the world all snuggled up together; it was like a dream to him. He kissed you lovingly before slipping into the bed next to her, smiling as she snuggled up to him. "I'm so happy I met you, Y/N." You furrowed your brows as you met his eyes, smiling at how much love he had in his. "I got to marry you, and now you've brought D/N into the world...It's all I could've ever wanted and more." You felt your eyes well up as he kissed your cheek, his wedding ring clinking with yours.

"Daddy, you're being too loud!" you both looked down to see a slightly awake D/N pouting at you both for waking her up, making you laugh. "Sorry, we'll be quiet." You kissed her forehead as Guesung laid down fully.

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[unhappytimeleaper]

Hello, may I request Q, T, and Y with Kuro x reader? Thank you and have a wonderful day. 💟

requested by anonymous

Word Count: 3,150+

I love Kuro. It was a while ago on a chat, but I realized I kinda have a type for delinquents. Oops. This mainly doesn’t go too much into the actions that make him a yan, I do touch on it occasionally or try to slip some of it in there, but I didn’t want to get too off-topic from the letters which meant I had to leave a lot of it out. Also, I wrote half of this 7 months ago and the rest today, so I’m sorry if it’s a little disjointed.

Also, I finally gave in and watched up to part 5 of Jojo, and I have… feelings. My poor friends are being subjected to all of them,, and someone should come to save them. TLDR for those curious, but I did not care for part 3, parts 1 & 2 were decent, I love part 4, from the art style to the characters, and part 5 I adore the characters, but I’m weak to character deaths :(. Maybe with time, I’ll possibly add them to my list but no hopes. Anyway, Kuro.

Kuro Kiryu; Unedited. Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings; yandere content, mentions of potential threats, alludes to minor manipulation, self-isolating, and simple fights. Nothing is in detail nor is there truly anything bad but as always it is yandere. 

This blog is 17+ please have your age in your bio or tagged; any ageless blog and below the age asked for will be blocked at the end of the week.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

This would vary on if you leave or die rather than escape as he is also one where a lot of the relationship borders on unhealthy. It mainly is because Kiryu has some self-awareness to where things run too far but gets lost in the minor details. His delinquent past might affect some of his actions, but it's not as of he's one to ever use physical harm against you to get you to obey. He tends to focus more on voicing opinions. While he rarely might force you to not interact with others [generally completely strangers rather than friends or family unless he has proof they are bad news], there is a self-imposed guilt you feel when doing so, causing you to avoid others. Unlike others who force rules, and force isolation, Kiryu doesn't make it, so there ever is something you need to escape from. This would be unlike Eichi or Shu, for example. Even being yandere, it’s likely that with Kuro, the relationship develops naturally– or at least appears that way to an extreme extent that there never was some sort of reason to fear Kiryu in the form of genuine escape.

Leaving might be the most common reason or situation the two of you might face. Various reasons; thinking you need to experience life outside of a relationship, becoming tired of the relationship, dating an idol being too stressful, realizing you and Kiryu just don't connect past a honeymoon phase, etc. There are many reasons why you might want to break up, not wholly reliant on his yandere behaviors, but regardless of what it is related to, he often will have the same reaction.

No. Okay, maybe it comes off scarier than he intends when said like that, but Kiryu means, no, we can work this out. You know he's not attempting to come off as scary. He has never been in the relationship, and more so, his fear factor comes from how he traditionally is himself. Kiryu rarely even goes out of his way to threaten others to avoid you; the way he talks and carries himself does that for him unless he can find some valid excuse that even you can’t deny being a good option. Kuro also has never had a past of lying to you when he says he didn't threaten them or did something— it really was the others who picked to act that way post their conversation– although it’s hard to say for sure if there truly was never any violence or threats under his actions. However, no reason to doubt him is still no reason to use it in a breakup. It's not to say that he isn’t aware of his fear factor and thinks of it as a benefit in these situations, but honestly, he tries extremely hard not to do anything bad. He's changed from the delinquent days anyway when he would have quickly jumped to use violence to get them to stay away from you. Really, he doesn't want to do anything to tarnish his new reputation to you, nor have his actions come back and likely affect his sister or career. Leaving him becomes a lot more difficult because while he isn't necessarily the smartest at problem-solving or convincing you to stay as others might be, he tries. He tries so hard that it's impossible to stand your ground firmly. He works to make it so you can compromise [in his favor] to stay with him. Or a break up isn't really a break up— yeah, you've agreed to label it as a break, but this only if it's clear you don't want to date anyone else. Kiryu, even in this situation, hovers around more; not quite a relationship way that you feel you need to tell him to back off, but enough that it feels you're always on the brink of appearing still together. You can blame it on ES, for such a large building; it seems everyone is always wrapped up with each other in some way, although all of it is still profoundly intentional in Kiryu’s actions to stay near. If it is the route of still dating with compromises, these can vary but rarely will it alter or break aspects of his yandere traits as most of these result from his stoic, straightforward, and scary appearance. It's more working on adding things into the relationship to keep you more excited or understanding while a honeymoon phase is over; there are still think you can do together/have in common. Just cause one stage ends doesn't mean to give up; it means working to enjoy the next phase too. So ever really leaving is quite tricky because Kiryu's directness just results in a rebuff of finding reasons to stay, even if it gets to the point staying is just easier than leaving. There even is sometimes a sinking fear that you’d be throwing away the best partner you might ever get because of his personality over this. What if there really never would be anything better? Would you have to come crawling back to him begging for another chance– it’s entirely self-inflicted, but a tiny part of your mind would have to eat away at the possibility.

If you do manage to break up unless you are leaving the country as a whole, where it is hard to avoid Kiryu even if it's clear the relationship is over. Most of his actions feel like he's trying to win you back, such as cooking your meals or asking to spend time with you while he works on a sewing project. It's often weird, but his ability to be direct can make him easily be able to pass it off as being over you. These are just him, well, being him. Even in ways other idols can verify this is just his personality, even if he is being that awkwardly kind self. Under the surface, you know it's more than that… but there is no proof, the uneasiness no one else can understand. Though it's not misplaced, Kiryu's kindness might appear as just his standard attempt to make amends for his past as a delinquent, but everything he does is his goal of making you regret ending the relationship. That maybe you'll fall back in love with him, or you'll come crawling back, calling it a mistake. It’s undeniable that even with his jealousy and misplace tendencies he’s a wonderful partner, brother, and teammate. Kiryu deep down is still a good person fighting against his past and urges– and it’s hard to find someone who would likely treat you as good. Post breakup you’d likely fall back into seeing only happy couples too, it all sinking in just like you feared that even though you have so much life left to live you just tossed aside the best person you could have been with. Perhaps all that anxiety and weird feelings you were getting was from something else– your mind making all sorts of excuses to convince you to just text him those simple words. “Let’s get back together.”

Also all of this is his way of hovering to ensure no one else can pursue or harm you. Kiryu is well aware that even if he's changed from his past, others might hold grudges, and much like how he feared that might impact his sister, he knows that if it got out you were his ex, there is always a chance they might you use against him. Or there might be jealous fans— both upset you hurt him by breaking up or upset that you had the opportunity to date him. There is no telling what might happen, and he might not directly admit these reasons to you as it could become a bigger fight, thus harming the chance of ever getting back together.

Would he move on? If you're around, no. There is always a lingering chance, and if he is around just the same, you’ll unlikely be able to meet someone new. Okay, well, if you were gone completely… maybe. Just like how Kiryu has changed from his former delinquent lifestyle, he also knows there is a point in growing and changing in other ways. Not to say his yandere tendencies heal from this, but he knows it's unfair for him to forever pine after you when you are entirely gone living away from him. It doesn't happen quickly, he locked his heart away for years after this loss, and it's easy to tell even to others he becomes even more reserved [something most won't think was possible, but you proved them wrong]. He might become more snappy with subjects and reject many other forms of care, such as friendships. But in five years… ten years… things might change, and some of that ice might melt again, allowing him to try again. However, the second you show up once again he would be ready to start anew.

Furthermore, if you were to pass away either while dating or post-break-up, where you are still around, the answer is no. Kiryu will have believed that he was lucky enough to have met his soulmate so young, and unfair it might be he doesn't deserve a third chance. His personality is the same as if you were to move away forever; colder, and that stoic nature becomes bitter and quick to tell others off. He doesn't need anyone else, not friends, not someone to love. His sister really would be the only one who would have close contact with his personal life and understand on a deeper level his feelings, usually being the voice of reason to others as to why he became the way he is now [assuming this is in the future and she is also growing up]. He'd care for a grave site weekly, and overall, it feels like a piece of him died along with you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

There are more what feels like two layers, and it depends on the reason and reason you might be having a moment of out-lash at him.

Take, for example, isolating yourself because you’re upset with him or an action he took or an argument. In this sense, Kuro would probably think you’re being childish. This is the behavior his little sister would have if upset or pouting, not an adult in a relationship. He would likely become more closed off and stoic at the moment and find himself annoyed at the action you are taking rather than settling to deal with the problem at hand. Ironically, it’s just as contradictory that he closes himself off too and doesn’t work to resolve the problem, but if you want to act like a childish brat, why should he have to fix the case you started? Kuro isn’t really the type to make it so you’re fully locked away, unable to have any form of life, and thus resort to isolating yourself in disdain for him. If in a fight, you do resort to isolation to calm down or whatever, then it’s expected you should be able to talk for a short moment before coming to Kiryu to resolve the issue. The longer you wait to talk over the ‘tantrum’, the more frustrated Kuro will get and likely leave him in a grumpy, cold mood to you for longer, unable to express his emotions as he doesn’t want to take them out on you either. Like this, his fear factor only increases, and his hovering nature seems to double for the amount of time you hid progressively. Even if it wasn’t forced isolation or him actively trying to scare other people off, they are now wanting to avoid him and you, by extension, even more. In the end, it only seems to backfire creating a cycle of loneliness problems.

As for something like screaming or crying in a fight, Kuro gets quiet for a reason of self-reprimanding. Not that he feels too guilty over his actions but that his actions once again come back around to hurt someone he loves. Kuro is well aware that his jealousy isn’t normal, and that his actions have never been the healthy solution, but he’s trying. He so desperately wants to amend his past, to melt and burn and tear up the negative and harsh feelings of jealousy boiling in his mind and heart. That this could all be normal, you could love each other and not have to feel this way if he just had done something different. And while he’s quiet, appearing perhaps slightly disinterested or the scowl on his face making you only fear more, he does nothing. He doesn’t take a step; he doesn’t flinch his hands, it almost looks like he’s not breathing with how steady he goes, telling himself not to lash out like the delinquent side of him wants to. He’ll simply wait, running scenarios and words over and over in his head while you exhaust yourself. Honestly, he’s probably not even processing the majority of your comments, so fixated on his thoughts. And as your screams turn into whimpers and tears begin to dry along your cheeks— too exhausted to keep going, Kuro will finally make his move coming over to comfort you. He’ll wipe away the crusting tears with a personal handkerchief and wrap you in his arms slowly as you hiccup those feelings away. In the end, you don’t remember what you were even screaming and crying about; Kuro too distracted to fully reflect the cause either. The fights are usually too far and few in between, but they are draining, with nothing ever being resolved waiting for the next time it comes around.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Kuro takes a long time, at least compared to the majority of the other idols. And it stems from keeping his guard up— both because of his past haunting him and his natural exterior from being a delinquent, his personality, and his wish to change.

To start, Kuro knows his personality is… rough at least from an outsider’s perspective. He’s aware he’s intimidating, his a wall of a person, and his face doesn’t always convey the intentions in his heart. It’s no secret to anyone that even the softness he has is not easily exposed in his demeanor, nor that his ability to pick and throw grown men isn’t terrifying in itself. Even if you don’t come off as frightened by his rough exterior and bluntness to topics that come off as harsh or off-putting at times pre-relationship, there is a lingering doubt in his mind to rush into things. And this leads to the other point; Kuro wants to change. As mentioned, he’s deeply aware not only of his feeling of being over-driven to a not-so-standard degree but being a delinquent doesn’t come with an easy change. It’s not even the fights that are hard to shake off; it’s all of the mentality, the lessons, and skills that come from that life. He doesn’t want, you know, to see that person he once was. He might still be underneath everything because change is more complicated than people expect. Kuro wants the soul mate relationship he feels; he wants to be the knight, not the villain. He wants the fairy tale love from the stories and movies he watches with his little sister— more than giving in to his jealousy and unsavory thoughts. So he waits. Hoping that things can change, not progress.

And the other reason I touched on a little before. His guard has to be still and shaking when getting into a relationship is not easy. Kuro wants to relax, give in, and just let things happen. But being a delinquent means always being on guard, and his softness, while a strength can only be shown in small amounts, tries to keep himself safe. It falters around you more than others, even more as time goes on, but it takes a long time to chip away that shield. And the other guard is, like I said— Kuro knows delinquents make enemies. He has plenty, and while being a famous idol can protect him more so now others might seek revenge on his sister or you. It’s one of the key factors that both hinder and progresses his yandere tendencies because if his guard is up, you can’t love him back, and you won’t be a target. But you’re around him anyway… and it’s unlikely that delinquents care to verify a relationship’s true nature as long as it’s exploitable.

Between these contradicting factors, it takes months. This is beneficial for Kuro means everything can play out, and fall into a relationship like an average couple. One void is his tendencies fogging up the back of his mind, eating away at his heart. It genuinely starts off simple… progressing into seeing him while he sews— one of the few times he lets down his guard— and hanging out with him more and more. It turns into bringing you lunch and hands brushing over each other. It’s hard to suspect him of doing anything wrong, or thinking anything wrong. His rough exterior becomes a flustering teasing point that makes his ears burn, chin buried in his hand. And the bluntness is useful. Asking you out is direct. It’s effortless and more of a command, so you can only blush and agree when the time finally comes. Kuro doesn’t need to snap or to lure you into something. He’s one of the few that isn’t genuinely trapping you, but that doesn’t change the manipulation and fear dripping down his heart; one day, you’ll see past his facade to the delinquent locked away but never truly gone.

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Sorrowful Love | Ch#3 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook × Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Sena's Pov:

It's been a whole week of non-stop hustle and bustle, and today, as I reluctantly opened my eyes at 8:00 am to start another day at work, I was greeted by a pounding headache and an achy body. It felt as if every single part of me was screaming in pain. To make matters worse, I had a strong suspicion that I was running a fever.

Realizing that going to work in such a state was out of the question, I reached for my phone on the table beside me. With a heavy heart, I composed a message to one of my colleague, explaining my deteriorating health and requesting a two-day absence. After sending the message, I placed my phone back on the table, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.

As I sat there, tears began to well up in my eyes. The realization hit me hard - when I'm sick, it often feels like I'm all alone. The thought of reaching out to someone for help seemed daunting, as if they would only look at me with pity and sympathy. So, I kept my suffering to myself, silently battling through the pain.

I get up from bed to fetch some medicine, but as I take each step, a dull ache pulses through my body. I shuffle over to the kitchen cabinet, my hand reaching out to open it. Inside, I find the painkiller I desperately need. With a sigh of relief, I grab a tablet and then head to the refrigerator for a water bottle. I twist off the cap, taking a long sip of water before swallowing the pill. Sitting down on the kitchen stool, I cradle my chin in my hands, hoping for some relief.

After a few moments, the pain begins to subside slightly. I rise from the stool and make my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Once I'm feeling a bit more presentable, I select a sky blue crop top and a pair of blue trousers from the wardrobe. After changing, I slip on a pair of my sneakers, secure my mask in place, and grab my phone from the table along with my handbag from the dressing table.

Stepping outside, I make my way to the medical supply store to pick up some much-needed medication.

After a brisk 5-minute walk, I finally reached the pharmacy, eager to pick up my much-needed medication. As I push open the door, a mysterious figure materializes out of thin air, startling or fluttering me to the core. My heart instantly goes into overdrive, pounding against my chest like a wild animal trying to break free. I can't quite fathom why this stranger's sudden appearance has such a profound effect on me, but as he walks past me, time seems to stand still and my gaze fixates on his back.

Feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment, I gave myself gentle pats on my cheeks to regain my composure. Determined not to let my emotions get the best of me, I take a deep breath and step into the pharmacy. As I make my way towards the counter, I can't help but notice that the enigmatic stranger is already standing there. Once again, my eyes are drawn to his back, and I can't help but marvel at how it manages to send my pulse racing like a Formula 1 car.

Shaking off my fascination, I focus on my purpose and head straight for the counter, and stand right beside with this captivating stranger.

'Fuck'

My mind was supposed to be focused on my purpose, but instead, it seemed to have a mind of its own. As I stood there, waiting, I couldn't help but mentally compare my height to his. And of course, I came up short in comparison. It was as if my heart was playing tricks on me, refusing to listen to reason. I tried to ignore the rapid beating in my chest, but it was impossible.

Then, something unexpected happened. He started talking to the pharmacist right in front of me. His voice was like music to my ears, so captivating and wonderful. At that moment, I felt a surge of emotions. It was as if I was falling in love with him right then and there. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his presence.

As I continued to stare at him, I couldn't help but notice every little detail. His jawline was so perfectly chiseled, his side posture exuded confidence, and his hair was effortlessly stylish. Everything about him seemed perfect, and it made my heart flutter.

But then, he looked directly at me. It was as if time stood still, and everything around me faded into the background. At that moment, I felt a mixture of excitement and fear. Excitement because he acknowledged my presence, and fear because I was afraid of what he might be thinking of me.

"Uh, you have been staring at me for two minutes straight. May I ask you why?" he asked, his eyes filled with curiosity. It was at that moment that I realized just how long I had been lost in my thoughts, fixated on him. Panic washed over me, and I desperately searched for an excuse.

"Ahh, I'm sorry," I stammered, avoiding eye contact. "I didn't mean to... I was just... I'm sorry." I quickly turned around without purchasing medication, not daring to look at him again, and hastily made my way out of the pharmacy.

As I walked away, my heart still racing, I couldn't help but wonder what could have been. Maybe one day, fate would bring us together again..

As I finally reached my apartment, my heart continued to race, pounding in my chest for the entire five minutes it took me to get there. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me feel both excited and anxious. Seeking some relief, I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle. The simple act of drinking the water felt like a temporary distraction from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the task, thoughts of him consumed my mind. It was as if his presence lingered in every corner of my thoughts, driving me to the brink of insanity. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. Was it love? Infatuation? Or something else entirely? All I knew was that my heart couldn't seem to calm down.

Placing my palm over my chest, I could feel the rapid thumping of my heart beneath my touch. It was beating far too quickly, as if trying to escape the confines of my ribcage. I knew I had to find a way to suppress these overwhelming emotions, at least for now. So, I took a deep breath and tried to push them aside.

‘shit’

How foolish of me? I forgot to buy the medicine, the reason I went to the pharmacy, but I came back with a fast beating heart and still aching body from fever. And there's nothing I can do now, I can't go again to the pharmacy.

‘because I'm lazy’

I made my way to the bedroom, seeking solace in the comfort of my bed. I settled down, making myself cozy amidst the soft blankets and pillows. As I did, I reached into the bag’s pocket and pulled out my phone. With a quick swipe, I unlocked the screen and opened Instagram, hoping to find some distraction in the colorful world of social media.

But as the app loaded, a sudden realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. I had completely forgotten about the painting I had been meaning to order, one that maybe would capture the essence of my tumultuous emotions. Without wasting another second, I accessed my contact list and scrolled until I found 'jungkook' name on my contacts.

With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, I tapped on his name and then on the call icon. The phone began to ring, and with each passing second, my heart rate seemed to rise once more.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

#jungkook ff #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts x oc #book series #bts series #jungkook series #thriller #jungkook angst #angst #action #sorrowful love #tumblr writers #ff writer #first person #multiple povs #pov story #jungkook au #oc #original character

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KKSK Week 2023 Submissions

Realizing I didn't do much self-promo on here for my kksk week fics, so they get one big post instead :) Day 1: Sharp Tongues Rating: M

Historic AU | Trapped in a small space | Innocent | “Never cruel or cowardly”

Sakura is 18 and set to be wed. It’s out of her hands, as most things are, but as the only child of her family, and a daughter no less, she’s expected to marry someone of prestigious status in order to secure her family’s future (and fortune). She’s been told for years of what life will be like when she’s finally married. The security, the contentment… What she didn’t anticipate from the process was the complete and utter boredom.

Day 2: What Trembles Underfoot Rating: T

Someone else’s show | Wingman

The Avatar has disappeared, and the Fire Nation is quickly expanding their influence across the lands. Kakashi is one of the generals leading the charge against the Earth Kingdom villages, and the days drag along in weary sequence, until a strange woman with green eyes captures his attention.

Day 3: Like To Get To Know You Rating: T

Modern AU | 3AM | Missed connections | “You have my sword”

You have my sword Considering it was the middle of the night and she had a completely ridiculous classload tomorrow, Sakura knew she should just shut her phone off and go back to bed. Yet for some reason, her fingers were already typing out a response. Who is this? The response was an immediate ping back. You’ve stolen more than one?

Day 4: Say What You Wish Rating: T Fantasy AU | Seduction

How does one get unlimited wishes from a genie? Seduce them of course.

Day 5: Office Hours Rating: E (Fem!Kakashi) Swapped | Booty call vs butt dial | “Oops”

She’s in the middle of teaching when her phone starts buzzing. Generally, Sakura has a self-imposed rule not to look at her phone during class since she expects the same focus from her students, but for some reason, today’s buzz has her fingers itching towards her pocket. She glances up to see if anyone is paying attention to her, but the class seems to either be occupied with the video on the projector screen, or asleep on their desk. This feels like as good a time as any to break her rule. Slinking down slightly in her chair, she pulls out her phone and flips it over. Call from: KH

Day 6: Death and the Maiden Rating: Unrated but not explicit Mythology AU | Morning after | “Not if you were the last person on earth”

“Who’s there?” The pause that follows is stifling, unsettling as it seeps into her bones. The room seems empty except for her… did she only imagine the voice? A hallucination borne from one too many sniffs of the red poppies blooming in the field? Then he steps forward.

Day 7: What You Don't Know (Sure Can Hurt You) Rating: T

Canon Divergence | Pakkun makes a startling discovery | Arranged Marriage | “Why are you in my house?”

“I found it,” the pug interrupted, pausing for a moment before he finished his statement, “in the study.” Kakashi’s next words were more of a snarl than anything, “What the hell were you doing there?” “Isn’t that besides the point?” the pug deflected. “Legally, you’ve been married since the girl turned 16.”

#kakasaku week 2023 #kakasaku #masterpost #it's me hi I'm the author it's tea

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A Ghost Playing Hangman {J.Seresin} Part 4

Warnings: Not too many, Swearing, Hangman being Hangman

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Ghost was one of the most recent graduates from Top Gun quickly making a name for herself. When she gets recalled with the best of the best, she realizes her work is cut out for her if she wants to make the team. And one of her biggest obstacles is a blonde hair pilot with the world’s most annoying smirk. Will she make the team? And if so, at what cost?

A/N:Part 4 is here! Thank you all for the love and feedback I received on the other parts! Excited to share this all with you!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

It had been a week of the early wake up calls and you were getting close to nailing the course. Maverick voiced his concern early on, but knew it was a losing battle and settled for watching on the side. Even though the group trained together, it still seemed like it was everyone for themselves. Things between Bradley and Hangman only seemed to worsen, and Maverick was at his wits end. Today was the last straw for everyone.

Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote were up running through training while the rest of you sat in the room watching the simulation. You were falling asleep sitting up in a chair until Bradley nudged you. “Maybe you should take a break for a few days and get some actual rest. You look shit.”

“Wow, Rooster. Way to make a girl feel good about herself. And I almost have everything down. A few more training days aren’t going to make a difference.” You heard someone scoff from the other side of the room and didn’t have to look to figure out who it was. Bradley was all over it.

“I don’t know what you said to her, but you are the reason she’s doing this. So do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut for once.” You tipped your head back and closed your eyes, not wanting to get into any of that.

“All I said was that she wasn’t ready. Same thing I said to you except she actually realizes she needed to do something and not just mope around like a kicked puppy.” Hangman didn’t know when to stop, and you mentally noted that it was his biggest downfall. You opened your eyes when you heard a chair get knocked over and saw Bradley red in the face.

“And you are ready for this? Because the only thing I’ve seen you do is leave your team behind and still not make the time. You should be the one out there working to get better, not Ghost.”

You stood up to leave when Bradley asked where you were going. “We have a job to do and sitting around here pointing the finger isn’t going to fix it. Say what you want about each other, but the last time I wasn’t prepared for something, my WSO died.” Both froze when you said that and decided now was the best time walk away. Nearly running into Maverick on the way out, he stopped you and asked what was going on. “Dumb and dumber are at it again. Didn’t feel like playing the middle child.”

The look on his face told you he was done with everyone’s shit. “Grab stuff for a workout. We are getting off base.” Trying your hardest not to groan at his choice of words, you walked off to your locked to get changed.

Maverick took us to the beach and refused to say why until we were all there. You all carpooled with each other, but there were seldom any conversations. Bob, bless his heart, tried to talk about something he saw on TV the other night to lighten the mood. It was more of him awkwardly talking to himself about it, but you appreciated his attempt.

The group of you were at the beach in front of the Hard Deck. Maverick very clearly had a thing for Penny, and you didn’t think this spot was chosen at random. He began to explain what the hell you were doing out here and it didn’t take long for you to label him as crazy. Dogfight football was the team building exercise Maverick deemed would work. Everyone was split into two teams, both playing offence and defense at the same time. From the outside looking in, it looked like a whole cluster of a mess.

But thank God for sunglasses because all these guys with their shirts off was a much welcome distraction. You had to keep reminding yourself to keep your eyes off Hangman, because it would do you zero good if he caught you looking. It should be a sin for someone to look that good but have the personality of a teenager on steroids.

Teams were spilt up and you of course had to be on opposing sides of Hangman. The smirk he gave you when he lined up in front of you made you shake your head. “Better stay focused, darlin’. Wouldn’t want your feelings to get hurt when you lose.”

Even though you tried your hardest not to, a smile broke through. “My only goal is to make sure Mr. All American gets his ass handed to him by a girl.”

Surprising you both, he full heartedly laughed. “Good luck with that, sweetheart.”

The game started and it took a few rounds of all of you to grasp the concept. Maverick played the first bit with you, showing off that he still had it after all these years. Him and Bradley exchanged a few laughs, making most of the tension from the last week dissipate. The California sun was beating down on you and you needed to cool off if you wanted to keep playing. You didn’t want to admit it quite yet, but this was a pretty good idea on Mav’s part. A whistling sound caught your attention as you took your shirt off, leaving you in a sports bra and shorts. Phoenix wasn’t too far behind you and the pair of you smirked when you realized most of the eyes were on you.

You snuck a quick glance at Hangman and the butterflies erupted in your stomach when you saw he was staring right at you, taking you all in. “Thought it was a bit of an unfair advantage for you boys and decided you needed a distraction.” You walked back over to the group and got in position in front of Hangman again.

In the most ridiculous southern accent you said, “Better stay focused, darlin’. Wouldn’t want to hurt your ego.” The pair of you smiled at each other and a spark of competitiveness took over.

Hondo blew the whistle, and you side stepped Hangman, successfully getting around him. The sudden quickness caught him off guard and gave you a few second advantage to get near the end zone. You knew he was hot on your tail when you made eye contact with Rooster to throw you the ball. Putting everything you had into it, you jumped up in the air to grab the ball that was sailing your way. The figure behind you did the same thing and grabbed your waist to try and pull you away from the football. Somehow you managed to get a hold of it and landed on the ground with a thud. The breath was knocked out of you, and it didn’t help that Hangman was kneeling over you with his hand on side.

“Shit, Ghost. Are you okay?”

You caught your breath and nodded your head. “Does it hurt?”

He looked down at you confused. “Does what hurt?”

A smirk appeared on your face as you asked, “Your ego?”

He tipped his head back and laughed then reached forward to help you up. You took the offered hand, and it was nearly comical watching your hand disappear in his. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

You looked up at him as he said that. “Sports may not be my thing, but I don’t like being second best.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing Maverick’s made-up game and all tension was gone from the group. You all knew it was back to work in the morning, but for once you put that worry to the side and enjoyed the moment.

The excitement and carefree attitude were long gone when you woke up from a nightmare. Memories from the past riddled your dreams and dread was the only thing you felt as you got out of bed. It was only 3 in the morning, but you knew there was no chance you could get back to sleep. It had been months since the last time this happened, and you foolishly thought you were getting better.

You decided to start getting ready for the day, maybe getting away with starting your morning training earlier. Your body went through the motions as your mind seemed to be trapped in the past, struggling to find its way back. Throwing yourself into training was the only solution you had, even though it wasn’t the healthiest.

Within the hour, you were walking through the familiar halls of Top Gun and starting to feel a bit more like yourself. It was quiet, peaceful almost, as the base wasn’t yet awake. You slipped into the locker room and grabbed your flight suit, pausing when you saw the picture tapped on the inside of your locker. The nightmare hit you with full force and you could feel the beginnings of a panic attack setting in. You had pushed these feelings off for so long that you had no choice but to give into the spiraling terror.

Hangman got to base early to try and get in a few laps before the others. Rooster was right when he said he had no room to talk. He had no idea when Ghost would get in, only knowing the spitfire pilot was always here and done before the rest of the group. The base was nearly silent except for a noise he heard in the locker room. It was close to 5am and it honestly didn’t surprise him that Ghost would already be getting ready. He quietly opened the door and froze with what he saw. The normally put together girl he’s come to admire was sitting on the floor against the lockers, struggling to catch her breath.

It took him a second to snap out of the initial shock and quickly walked over to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, kneeling in front of her, but she either didn’t care or didn’t feel it. “Ghost, hey I need you to look at me.” She was focused on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

He squeezed her shoulder to try to get through to her, “Darlin’ I need you to breathe for me. You’re going to pass out if you keep this up.” She seemed to understand that someone else was here with her, but that state of panic didn’t let up.

He took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him, “Sweetheart look at me. You need to mirror my breathing.” He placed one of her hands on his chest and watched her eyes follow the movement. “Good girl. Deep breath in with me and then out.” The blonde pilot overexaggerated the movements for her to follow them. He kept it up until her voice broke through the silence.

“I should’ve been better. I was the reason he was killed.” And in that moment, Hangman had never felt more heartbroken in his life.  

A/N: Likes? Dislikes? I’ve had so much fun writing this story so far and cannot wait to share the rest with you!! Thank you so much for reading!!

-C

Tag List: @blue-aconite @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @rosiahills22 @dempy @broosters

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[lennsart]

KHOC Week Day 4 5 : Alternative Universes

@khoc-week

Today is a day that is a little scary to me, since I want to share some of my writing for the first time !

I'm constantly writing about KH, and my current obsession has been to imagine an highschool AU with the KH kids. I know, taking away the magic isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I was inspired !

The main characters of this fic would be Xail and Vanitas, who would meet... In a closet. Thus, I eloquently call it "The closet AU"

The first paragraphs are under the cut ! It's not too long, less than 1000 words.

Sometimes, Xail was able to function with very little sleep. Her insomnias were tough, and she was used to short nights. 

But today wasn't one of these days.

She fought to stay awake for the whole hour before lunch, too focused on keeping her eyes open to listen to the teacher. 

And she knew for a fact it wouldn't do any good long term.

So she grabbed a sandwich at the cafeteria and decided to find a hiding spot to sleep during the break. If she could only get one hour, it would probably get her back on track, at least for the rest of the day.

She had noticed one of the stairs had a space below it, and though it was closed by a door, it was worth trying. Thankfully the corridor around was empty, probably because everyone was eating.

But no one waited for Xail during breaks anyway.

...

Pushing the door, she realized it was unlocked. If that wasn't a sign that it was the perfect spot, she didn't know what would be !

She entered, closed the door and enjoyed the dark for a minute. 

Just a minute, because before she knew it, she was fast and sound asleep.

It really was the perfect spot.

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Vanitas Hated people, with a capital H. If school had taught him one thing, it was that everyone had their own way of being insufferable. He'd rather spend his whole time alone, even though he didn't particularly find his own company pleasant either.

But everything was better than a conversation with people who forced smiles to conceal how much they thought he was a freak.

Thus, like a freak, he hid in a hole.

Well, not a real hole. More like an abandoned closet. 

The thing was out of use and sealed off, but nothing that his studded boots hadn't been able to open.

And as long as he was careful to close after he left, no one would know better.

That was what he thought.

But two days ago, he found his closet open. It was empty, so he thought nothing of it. Well, that wasn't true ; he did think something, and it was : "fucking wind".

Today, though, he opened the door, and someone was there.

" - What the hell ?! "

It got out before he could think of anything else.

There was a girl. In his hiding spot.

And she was sleeping.

Well, she had been.

" - Dude, " she just said, hiding her eyes from the light.

Vanitas felt inexplicable shame, realizing someone found this closet. And he hated that.

" - Get the fuck out ! " He grunted, teeth gritted. " That's my spot ! "

The girl sighed.

" - Yeah, well that was also mine.

  - Since when ?? "

He had spent all his breaks there since the year before, so obviously this girl was a liar.

" - Since last week, actually. "

...But he hadn't been in school last week.

Of course. Of fucking course the week where he wasn't here, someone discovered his spot.

Somewhere deep down, he knew his anger was unexplained, and that it was silly to get worked up for a closet.

But it had been his private hidden spot for a year now.

Who was this girl to claim it as her own ? 

" - Look, I've been spending my time here since a whole fucking year now, and it's only for one reason : being alone. So if you don't get out of here, I'll make you. "

She looked pretty unimpressed, which was infuriating. Half the school was scared of him. Why would this newbie be so indifferent ? 

" - Ok, " she started, " I don't know why you hide here, but I slept like 4 hours in two nights, and I'm hanging on by a very thin thread right now. I'm not even sure I could walk away if I wanted to. You can do whatever you want, I'm about to pass out anyway, so please, close the goddamn door. "

At this moment, he could have grabbed her and threatened her. He meant it when he said he could've made her leave ; he fought bigger people than her, and she didn't even look that heavy.

But something in the fact that her bravery was only sleep deprivation had maybe, just a tad, made this girl's presence more bearable. And it was maybe, just possibly, because it made him think about himself.

He closed the door, furious that he was listening to her.

" - You rock, " she declared, and he heard her turn over. 

He would sulk for way longer than he'd ever want to admit, conflicted about the fact that it was nice to hear.

That's it for now ! I just wanted to show their personality and the context, but it's still a draft. And since I drew a little something for this AU just yesterday, I decided to add it as well :

...Where Xail ends up by buying Vanitas' friendship with chocolate !

That's it for today, and probably the rest of the week ! If I post anything else for this year it'll probably be late. So I'll only watch the other posts and wish you all a nice end of the week !

#This is so short but I am. stressed. #khocweek2023 #kingdom hearts #kh oc #xail #khocweek #khocweek my posts

[sangfielle]

favorite songs last week

#1 - i had this list a little different before sunday night, but then i saw jhariah live again (i saw them for the first time during their i believe first tour in '21), and this song live is really special - to them, i presume, given the fanfare they give it, but also to me. it's not quite the same as when it was performed for a group of people so small it couldn't be reasonably called a crowd, but it still means a lot to me. i didn't want to put two songs from the same concert on here, so this beat out reverse (also fantastic to hear live) because of the personal significance. these are both some of his older works, and he expresses that he thinks he could do way better with them if they made them today instead of when they were in high school, but i don't know, i think they're really good as is. i acknowledge that i have nostalgia goggles on. i've just been into them since before any of their newer shit that they like better came out, and s/r in particular helped get me through a really rough patch in late '21 after the show.

#2 - g-d, danny brown is such a good artist. he had, apparently, been adjacent to my music taste for years and has featured on a number of songs that i loved in high school and really early adulthood without realizing it, but i didn't really start listening to him until i saw him live during the scaring the hoes tour last year (i'd liked him on that album a lot, but i'd listened to it for peggy). i now... have my issues with peggy, but the two of them put on what was almost certainly the best show i've ever been to. he's a captivating performer, and i always love live music more, but even without that, he's got a fantastic backlog of music & is basically always putting out cool and creative shit. i love the sound of this song. it's much softer in sound than a lot of music i tend to seek out these days, but i do need a break from all the shit i put in my ears that's designed to be abrasive now and then. i think it's great, the production is great, q-tip is obviously a powerhouse, and danny's always fantastic. this one is mostly my track of his of the week because i hadn't paid attention to it before. i'm so put out that he's not coming back to my area for the quaranta tour.

#3 - i'm a huge clipping.head. everyone knows this. i'll like to love anything they put out. this is no exception. it's probably my most played track of the week (and the week before last). i played it enough in the first day after i heard it that i immediately forgot what the original sounds like. i've relistened to it, and i prefer this version. the b-side midnight is also a pretty cool little project. though not as earwormy as the first part, lol.

#4 - this one's another cover. i like covers, okay? i like when they sound different than the original. i'm very taken with this one. spotify recommended black alley to me recently. i don't remember why and i don't know what the context of it was, but this was the first song of theirs i heard and i really enjoy it. i'll be going through their original music shortly.

#5 - paramore is good. i like paramore.

#reverse live made me feel a little sick (in a good way). felt. #anyway. hi. i am not going to keep myself to a schedule of doing this weekly. lol. we all saw how quickly i threw away the sotd thing. but #i like to share music. so i might throw together little lists of my favorites of what i'm listening to right now on occasion. #effortposting #personal #music #sotd #Spotify

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

fuckin nanowrimo progress (i’m strugglin’) (days 1-4)

word count before beginning: 10,995

chapters completed: 3/21

chapters outlined beforehand: 11/21

(will update those top statistics every week probably :))

okay I’ll fuckinnnnnnn do this. days 1 - 4 of nanowrimo, condensed in a singular post because no way am I making one individual post every time. formatting this Update sorta like @/callipraxia’s because it’s actually very fun to read and short! cramming soooooo HERE WE GO

day 1:

words written: 1099.

writing sessions had: 1

percentage of manuscript completed: 2%

goal reached?: nope. 568 words behind.

scenes/chapters worked on: 1, and Chapter 4.

interactions written: some quick context of what’s gonna happen in this installment. we meet hastur, see how normal and burning his life in hell is, before getting summoned by beelzebub with a very odd order: go to earth and literally just attack aziraphale unprovoked. they don’t give any reasons for this, don’t even tell hastur to capture him or anything useful, just hurt him. there IS a reason, obviously, and it’s actually pretty valid, but we don’t know that yet. and we won’t until a good bit later….

curse words/nicknames (in-world and otherwise) used: eight. one derogatory ‘pet’ and two derogatory ‘angel’ from the demons and me quietly cursing hastur to kingdom come very quietly . I’ve been logging them. I wanted a random statistic okay? they’re fun.

amount of breaks had in between: one bathroom break. I didn’t take that long tho so it doesn’t really factor in much

random thought of the day: how the fuck do I write in hastur’s voice. his voice is fucking. weird. schrodinger’s voice. is he british is he from wales like what IS THIS FUCKING THING???

day 2:

words written: 1858!!!

writing sessions had: 3. two small ones with a big one in between :)

percentage of manuscript completed: 6%

goal reached?: YES! 191 words over the minimum too!

scenes/chapters worked on: 2, and still Chapter 4.

interactions written: the first one was a brief interlude of domesticy. aziraphale and crowley were just chilling at a cafe watching a few humans struggling with some coins placed and glued to the sidewalk by crowley for a bit of entertainment. crowley, however, is suspicious of aziraphale’s apparently innocent intentions with this date day. he will be right eventually.

and scene two is just the very beginning, because I couldn’t do much more afterwards. crowley and aziraphale are just having a nice walk before the atmosphere changes drastically and crowley gets tackled like an american football player. things only get better from there /sarc

curse words/nicknames (in-world and otherwise) used: four. crowley calls aziraphale angel twice, aziraphale drops a ‘dear’, and crowley uses ‘blessed’ once. I didn’t curse anyone at all!

amount of breaks had in between: soooooo I kind derailed for like 30 minutes to eat some pancakes. I was hungry and the opportunity came so perfectly I just. things happened! I still got my limit tho so hell yeah

random thought of the day: why are this fuckers so fucking romantic. Stop It 🫵 also apparently hastur’s signature weapon is a crowbar according to my Two Fics with hastur in it (this and another). He used a crowbar once in the show and I was like yeah. yeah that’s his weapon now🔥

day 3:

nothing. I couldn’t write that day, sadly. tired as hell

day 4:

words written: 568

writing sessions had: 2

percentage of manuscript completed: 7%. i should've been at 13. crying

goal reached?: nnnnopre. 1667 - 568 = 1099. ironic, isnt it? so. ironic. right? yeah. its weird isnt it. inversion. like i missed 2 days instead of one. i am on the brink of extinction

(also i just realized that the daily word count increases by the day. day 1 is 1667 and day 5 is 1788. i am actuallly about to die)

scenes/chapters worked on: 1, and STILL chapter 4. i plan for today (nov 5th) to be thr last chapter 4 day PLEASE ITS 5K WORDS

interactions written: the first is a brief acknowledgement of the demon brave enough to comediacly tackle The Demon Crowley very bravely. the second is aziraphale and hastur, who very kindly wacked him acrosd the head and was very confused when all that did was make him stumble a bit. hit him again, didnt even get him to his knees. he switched to a Fear Tactic after the third.

the third is crowley and hastur, who did their song and dance. it was funny ngl. the final one was aziraphale and crowley, who debated on whether or not to flee to the shop and if demons can follow them inside. concensus: no. probably.

(btw, i measure words by using the FINAL word count afterwards, like whats been added to the day before, so these sound like longass interactons they are. either i had them before already and i added on or Smething Else. idk im tired)

curse words/nicknames (in-world and otherwise) used: none that i can remember. im not gonna go back and check atm

amount of breaks had in between: derailed very intensely eighteen minutes in *i was usingthe stopwatch today* to rearrange like 3 chapters of my outline and introduce a new subtle miscommunication plot point that will probably break at least One person's heart. thats the desired outcome. why cant these guys TALK

random thought of the day: wow i dont know how to write this guy (hastur). hey you think he should use that power where he can eat the inside out of someone's body. yeah lets use that its nightmare fuel ✨️ HASTUR LA VISTA!??!??!?!

and day five’s gonna be it’s own post soon. so. yes. gonna answer my asks first tho bc they are very important to me. either way, I’m back on track now and it took me TIME but I’m MAKIN IT!!!!!!!!! I WILL!!! WISH ME LUCK PEOPLE BECAUSE GUESS FUCKING WHATTTTTT I HAVE TO DO ERRANDS TODAY!!! AND WRITE 5K WORDS WHEN I GET BACK!!!! IM SO TOTALLY READY FOR THAT :))) *eye twitch* have a good day, guys. or, if you’re ferret, a good night/early morning . hi stanley 👋👋

#:333 #remembering the stars #oddly enough literally almost every single one of my mutuals is living here. and presumably american. hm #I mean idk if any of guys are american or actually something else I would never know. but I’d like to think I would know. probably not tho #WAIT tea isn’t. yes I knew it. KNEW IT !!! hi tea if ur reading this :)))

[posswrites]

Break

#vss365 prompt 5/23/22

Pairing: Draco/Hermione

Word Count: 1,554

Rating: T

Hermione never ate lunch in the break room anymore. It was always too crowded, too busy, too social. Someone always wanted to talk to her, and it was usually about work. Just because she was in front of them and technically available, she deserved a break as much as the next person. Probably more, if she was being honest. She’d been staying late most nights to skim back over reports without the distractions of every member of the DMLE calling her for opinions on cases she didn’t even know anything about. She’d snapped at Harry a couple times before she’d realized it was him.

A couple weeks prior, she had discovered an empty office on the way to use the restroom when the closest one to her office was being cleaned. It was a door she didn’t remember seeing before, but when she made the effort to take trips by it the following day to see who was using it, she never saw anyone. At least it would be different scenery from eating in her own office.

The past few days had brought her peace she hadn’t felt at work in a long time. She could eat without disturbance, and even bring a book in there if she wanted to do some reading while she had the chance. Once she came to a stopping point, she grabbed her lunch bag, tucked a book under her arm, and slipped away to the empty office. This time, though, it wasn’t empty.

“No,” Hermione groaned before she could realized it, slumping against the door frame as Draco looked up at her from the desk. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Good to see you too, Granger.” He set his sandwich down and wiped his hands on a napkin. They had been working together for a little over a year and did their best to avoid each other during the day, which had seemed to work pretty well so far. It was just easier to stay away. “How’d you manage to find me?”

“Find you?! I’ve been having lunch here for over a week now and I’ve been by myself every single time. How’d you manage to find me?” She sighed, but conjured up another chair across from him to plop down in, setting out her own sandwich on the desk.

“That’s why I haven’t seen you lately, then.”

“Yes, well, I get very tired of talking about work when I’m just trying to have a meal. I’m hoping that I can at least leave at a decent time today.”

“That would be nice. I won’t mention it, then. We can just eat.”

Hermione nodded, tucking into her sandwich while he did the same. But she couldn’t stop looking up at him every few seconds. He looked different for some reason today. “Is that a new tie?”

“This one?” He glanced down at it. “No, I just haven’t worn it in a while. Do you like it?”

“It’s nice.”

“Do you want to wear it?”

“What?”

“You heard me. It would look good with that blouse.”

Hermione looked down at herself. She didn’t think so, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “No it wouldn’t.”

“Without it, then?”

She nearly choked on her drink in shock. While she was covering her mouth and trying to breathe through her nose, Draco was sitting across the desk, forearms resting on the top like he had asked her what the weather was going to be on Saturday. Once she recovered, she gave him an incredulous stare, but the spark in his eyes was undeterred, and she couldn’t help the warmth making its way down her chest. “Draco, we’re at work...”

“I didn’t hear a no.”

Hermione glanced over her shoulder at the door. No one had walked by in the entire time they were there, and she was sure that with a couple of charms, no one would even know they were in there. As soon as she thought about it, the door swung closed and locked, and a film appeared over the small window to keep away any prying eyes. Hermione swallowed and looked back across the desk.

“You said you wanted a break, didn’t you?” 

“This isn’t exactly what I meant,” she said a little breathlessly. Draco’s fingers were slowly pulling at the knot on his tie, loosening it just enough to slide it over his head. Hermione was frozen to her chair - whether it was from nervousness or excitement, she wasn’t sure. Surely someone would walk in. Admittedly, she’d thought about this before, but now that the opportunity had come, the nerves were threatening to take over.

Draco quirked his eyebrows up, ushering her to the other side of the desk with a single finger. She couldn’t help but obey. Draco wheeled his chair out to make just enough room for her to sit on the desk in front of him. In this position, she was a just a little less than a head taller than him, and it was admittedly a nice view. Silently, the smirk on his face seemingly permanent, the tie found its way around her, resting warmly against the back of her neck from where he’d had it on all day.

“Doesn’t look too bad after all, does it?” His fingers wrapped around a stray curl, pulling it straight before letting it go and watching it bounce back into place. Hermione could even think properly with the way he was touching her and looking at her. Draco took a long, slow look up and down her body. “Have I told you how amazing you look?”

“N-No,” she managed, swallowing hard as his hand trailed over the side of her thigh before taking the tie in his palm.

“Well, you do. You always do.”

He had her pulled down for a kiss before she could even protect, and her hands quickly found purchase and balance on his shoulders. His cologne flooded her nose as the taste of peanut butter lingered on his tongue. It was utterly intoxicating, and the fact that it was certainly something she shouldn’t be doing on her lunch break had her heart thumping against her ribs. His free hand grabbed her waist, bunching her shirt between his fingers.

She wasn’t sure how long they’d been kissing, whether it was seconds or minutes or hours, but every nerve felt like it was on fire, and the urge to start shedding layers was getting harder to ignore. He seemed to have the same thought, too, because he roughly pulled her towards him by the tie.

Any further plan of action was immediately halted as the heel of Hermione’s shoes caught on the carpet and Draco trying to get her onto his lap turned into her falling on top of him, leaning them back in the chair so suddenly that the wheels flew out from underneath it and they were falling with a loud thud as the back of the chair (and incidentally, Draco) hit the floor with Hermione landing in a flail of arms on top of him.

“Fuck,” Draco groaned, leaning up on his elbows while Hermione propped herself up with her hands.

“Are you okay? Did you hit your head?” She’d ended up straddling him, but that didn’t even matter. Hermione moved to squat next to him, using the edge of the desk for support and immediately running a hand over Draco’s forehead. “Is your back okay?”

To her surprise, though, Draco started laughing. “I’m fine. I’m fine. I don’t believe the chair is, though.” As he scooted to the side, it was clear that the plastic supports were cracked and the seat was bent at a weird angle, even on the ground.

“I told you last night it wouldn’t hold both of us,” Hermione managed with a smile once she was sure Draco wasn’t hurt. “I also told you it probably wouldn’t work with a rolling chair, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have to brag. You’re usually right.”

“Usually?”

“Yes. Usually,” he defended, standing up and stretching his back before helping Hermione to her feet. “Hope I didn’t ruin your lunch break.”

“The only one that was ruined was yours. I’m sorry, though.” She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Just means we need to practice more at home.”

“Maybe with one of the bar stools instead of the office chair?”

“Height instead of wheels. That’s not much safer. What’s wrong with the couch?”

“The couch has seen it all already. Might as well give some other furniture a chance to shine.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, nudging Draco’s shoulder as they walked back to her office. Once they got there, Draco leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“Same time tomorrow, then?”

“Sadly, I don’t think the fantasy is quite what I expected,” she sighed. “But if you leave me alone, I can be home earlier, remember? Then we can put some cushioning charms on the whole flat and do whatever you want with the bar stools.”

“I’m absolutely holding you to that,” Draco replied with a smirk. “I’ll see you later?”

“Don’t you dare tell Harry about this.”

He smiled into one last kiss before heading back to his office, and it wasn’t until Hermione looked in the mirror in the bathroom that she realized she was still wearing his tie.

#vss365 #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #hp #hp fanfic #fanfiction #draco x hermione #drabble #possumwrites #dramione drabble #dramione fanfic

[anonymousfoz]

Crimson Eclipse #6

Part 5 | Part 7

The next day, Luna came over earlier than ever. She had done her job and eaten her lunch so she decided to visit Crimson at noon. With a record 30 rats caught, her boss decided she earned a break, and they could be a snack for Crimson. Crimson awoken to Luna at the front of his lair. "Knock knock!" Luna motioned a knock on the air as Crimson grabbed his cloak. "What are you doing here so early?" "Finished my job and got you breakfast. 30 rats today." Luna smiled showcasing all the rats she had caught. She was hiding her other gift from him but he had the feeling she was hiding something. Crimson took the rats and started up a fire. "What else do you have?" Crimson looked up to see Luna head outside the cave and come back inside with a bag filled with items. "My dad was a big hunts man, often leaving us for days to live out in the wild. This was his kit for cooking. Pots, pans, multiple recipe books and things I clearly don't know." She began pulling out things out of the bag while Crimson just stared in disbelief. "Why are you giving this to me?" "Because you deserve it more, and this is what friends do right?" Crimson's tail began to wag like crazy to the point he had to try his hardest to stop his tail. Luna giggled and hugged Crimson only causing his tail to go crazier. He still disliked the feeling of affection however he was warming up to Luna. Was it because the two of them found joy in the small things? He didn't care as Luna went on to start setting some of the cooking supplies up, and putting together shelves. He questioned why the 14 year old had a strong connection to him as they only known each other for less than 2 weeks. Was it that she had no other figure in her life? Crimson was stuck in his thoughts to not realize that Luna was getting annoyed. "I just find your company refreshing from the gruesome city. I don't have a reason." Luna sighed and continued trying to build the shelf. "Did you just read my thoughts?" Luna went quiet before responding with a small yes.

#crimson eclipse #fiction #writing #story #writeblr #fantasy #my writing #pre-rebel arc