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lovingjingyuan · 28 days

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It's Just The Past You Can't Remember

Blade wants you because you look like his past lover whom he married when he was Yingxing. The same name, birthday, face, hair everything resembled his wife who died to help assist him in his crimes taking the flesh of the abundance emanator that turned him immortal.

This will be hard to understand if you don't know the actual in-game lore how Blade actually became immortal so I'll sum it quick ***Jingliu said something along the line in the quest where they all meet up. Yingxing is a fool for taking an abundance emanator's(Shuhu) flesh to assist Dan Feng in saving Baiheng but ended up backfiring turning him into a immortal, becoming a curse for him*** Yeah that's the actual in game lore in a quest. Hopes this helps understand! I changed some parts to adjust to the story but the one I just said is the real version.

Yandere Blade x Yingxing's reincarnated wife

---♡𓌜 Bladie 𓁍

Blade laid his eyes on you through the coward. This wasn't the first time you two had met on another planet. You were in Elio's script so he always knew exactly where you are and what your every move is.

Even if he cannot remember his past fully he knew out of Five people Three must pay the price. And he pursues those very words. He remembered that Yingxing, his past self, had a wife who died in his arms.

Jing Yuan and Jingliu confirmed those very words. Pictures of their engagement kept in Jing Yuan's basement confirmed those dreams he had of his past life with you.

So now he stood waiting for the opportunity to take you. He will never let anyone take you away now. No matter how long he'll always hunt you down on every planet you go to just to pursue you.

You laid your eyes on Blade while he walked towards you pushing through the cowards of people.

Why is he here? You think to yourself as you push through the people to get yourself out of here. Fear rushed through your veins as you hurried out of here.

You ran to tell the guards on this planet that a wanted criminal from the IPC was here. A stellaron hunter. This was never your first encounter with him where he constantly harasses you with the idea you're his past lover and he's here to take you back.

You can't remember your past life! And you don't know this man at all so why is he here?! Every relationship you got in was over in a heartbeat. They all abandoned you due to fear of Blade and his sword slaying through their necks.

To Blade, you're still his wife even if you can't remember the past. Can he remember it clearly himself? No, but knows enough to put the pieces together and desire to live through those moments once again. To him; you being a new person is basically almost a win-win. He’s not his old self you’re not your past self so why not start a new beginning together? Just a refreshing start, just the two of you forever.

You stopped in your tracks when in one swift motion an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in his embrace.

"Found you," the harshness of his voice rang in your ears. Cold blood rushed through your body.

"You again! Why do you always do this?!"

"I'm here for one simple thing" his voice was deep and cold yet he was serious, "I came here to take back what's mine."

You plunged a knife into his abdomen. He grunted in pain but held you steadily refusing to let go. Those wounds won't hurt as much as losing you again. Even if the game and adrenaline is captivating as it is, he won’t lose you again.

"Is that the best you can do my dear?" His voice rang through your ears.

"I don't know why you're obsessing over the past! You're just a Stellaron Hunter. You should be focusing on atoning for your sins instead of this!" You used every strength in your body to push him away. It was never enough he didn't even budge.

"Why would I let you off so easily? You belong to me." His arms still gripped tightly around your waist having no intention of letting go. "You once belonged to Yingxing so you belong to me."

This made your blood boil. You held back every nerve in your body not to blow up at him calling him an imbecile and use profound language towards him.

"I don't know who Yingxing is or his wife. You don't have to hunt me down. Your wife. She's long gone dead. You know it so stop hunting me down everywhere I go!" You snapped at him, balling your hands into a fist.

He grabbed your chin tilting your chin towards his face. He blood orange iris staring into yours. You can see your reflection in his eyes. His pupils expanded. He was truly in love with the past.

Blade remains silent for what seems like a good while. His hands brushed against your waist softly holding you firmly.

"What if I want to reclaim what was once mine in the past?"

"Well, you can dig up your wife's grave then!"

His eyes harshed. His blood boiled. Even though he knew for sure you were his past lover. The dishonorable mention of his wife still angered him immensely when someone badmouthed his lover. “And you're the reason your wife died! She helped you take abundance emanator’s(Shuhu) flesh! Helping you betray the Luofu! Because of your selfishness, she died and you're immortal!"

Although you didn't fully understand his past relationships with his wife. You knew this from the books you read. How your past self had helped him betray Luofu out of love.

You know that you cannot deny that it may be true you are his past lover but a reincarnation. Yet your stubbornness prevents you from accepting the truth.

“You can't love someone from dreams and memories you don't even remember-" his hands covered your mouth preventing you from speaking any further as he immediately cut you off.

"I remember. My dreams are accurate to my past" He always told you he dreamt of his past when he was once Yingxing.

He continued, "You are her!" His words are swift and furious. He always reminded you that you have the exact same name, face, and birthday as his past wife.

"My last dream was you and me on bed during our wedding night." Blade always told you of his dream every time you've met. "You told me that you will always love and stay with me no matter the situation."

So that he dragged you away without your consent keeping you trapped with him forever. You'll live your life with him. And once this life of yours dies out he'll go on his hunt for your next life.

Maybe he'll give you the flesh of an abundance emanator to become immortal like he once did so he can keep this fairytale he longed for forever.

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Wish An Astarion x Tav (any gender) fic (wholesome/SFW) ((Also, contains spoilers for the game))

As the warm glow of the fading sun caressed the sky, he awoke. Alone, again. Astarion trekked up to the first floor window and peeked outside at the fading sun, longing more than for its warming rays. He looked at the note he had been carrying in his pocket again. The messy familiar scrawlings of his darling.

"There's something I have to do. Please wait for me. -Tav"

It had been days. Where were they? Why wouldn't they take him with them? His mood darkening with the sky, Astarion turned away from the window of his humble abode with Tav.

Or well, maybe "humble" wasn't the right word. Fabulous, well and tastefully adorned, just as Astarion liked it. Tav had smiled that adoring smile of theirs as they let Astarion decorate their home. "You always did have excellent taste, love", Tav had said as they helped Astarion put everything just so. They had been all around the world, looking for just the right drapes, cutlery, carpets, paintings and so on. Their home had two floors and a surprisingly large basement. The days spent finding and putting together the place were mundane and domestic, but full of so much warmth and gentleness that Astarion let a sigh escape his lips as he descended back to the basement floor, painfully aware.

Aware that while the house was exactly how he'd like his home to be, and that while he was excited to actually have a place to call home, it was just a place without Tav. Astarion walked the corridors adorning their nest with knick-knacks and memoirs from their travels together, chuckling at the vibrating dog-collar found in the Underdark, realising that the most at home he'd ever felt was with Tav. He opened their bedroom door and winced at the empty bed. Somehow, even though he had room to roam, and the right to leave the house every night, the empty loneliness of their shared bedroom reminded him of the year he spent in a coffin in isolation as punishment from Cazador. He shuddered. His back ached with the memory of abuse. But he also remembered how softly Tav had wrapped their arms around him, promising never again would he be trapped. And so far, Tav had more than kept their word.

He sat down on their bed. His and Tav's. Astarion absent-mindedly caressed the bedsheets, lost in thoughts.

Where was Tav? What could take this long? Why not take him with them? After all they'd been through together, didn't they trust him? Or… Maybe Tav needed to do something in daylight. Astarion felt the pang of loss. While being tadpoled by an elder brain had been a horror, he had enjoyed the unexpected side-effect of being able to walk in the sun, and missed it dearly. Maybe it was his elf blood that made him ache for the sun. Ah, but to be a vampire, and to walk in the sun! That had been power. That had been the first taste of delicious freedom for him.

Astarion let his thoughts wander back to Cazador's ritual of ascension. Would have sacrificing all those souls really been worth not having to thirst and to be free to walk in the sun? Gods. There were moments where he genuinely thought he'd give anything for that. Fearful, painful moments. And he was so close to giving in to his panic to never be caged ever again.

But then, he recalled Tav's hand in his. Their smiling face. Their selfless bravery in battle, shielding him, always having his back. The way Tav looked at him, how, even if Astarion was just joking that he only wanted vain empty compliments, Tav's responses were always sincere and full of affection. The gentle way they made love. Something about the way Tav loved Astarion was so true, he couldn't deny it. It was in everything Tav did. It was in the way Tav opened up about being a Bhaalspawn, and fearing they'd hurt him. How they weren't afraid of losing power or control or murdering innocents in general - Tav was more scared and willing to give up the one thing they truly loved, if it meant keeping him safe. Him. Astarion. A measly vampire spawn who, in the grand scheme of things, should have meant nothing to someone like Tav. Yet they had died at Bhaal's altar, giving up all that power to be a decent, regular person, and to have a chance to love Astarion. For Tav, it had been more important to die wanting to be good and to love than to give up their soul to live powerful but practically in slavery. Thank the gods Withers had been there to raise Tav as a mortal, no longer tied to Bhaal. To give them and Astarion a chance to live.

Astarion lied down on the bed. Tav loved him enough to set him free. Tav didn't want to own or control him. They never had. They had always let Astarion make his own decisions. Stood by Astarion when he confronted Cazador. Never telling him what to do, but supporting him through it all. If he had ascended, he would have been lost forever. He would have gained power, but he would have lost himself, and become a beast beyond reckoning… Probably very much like Tav almost did, like their sister Orin had. Astarion had read up on vampire lords after, and realised part of the reason Cazador had been so cruel wasn't only that his master Vellion had been equally brutal to Cazador… But also because the one edge spawns had over full fledged vampires, was that they were still capable of love. Of feelings. Cazador had hated him with a passion, partly because he couldn't feel anything else.

And what if it hadn't been him to have been swept up in the mindflayer ship? What if it had been one of his vampire siblings? If the roles had been reversed, and he was still stuck with Cazador while his sibling dealt with the Netherbrain with Tav, he would have hoped to have been given a chance to live as well. He chuckled. Gods. All those spawn down in the Underdark, wreaking havoc. Ah, to be a spider on the ceiling!

Astarion stared at the ceiling of their bed. Mindflayers and vampire lords weren't that different beasts, after all. Soulless opportunists looking to drain whatever they found useful until it no longer wasn't. Astarion turned his head to look at the empty pillow beside him. The longing and uselessness he felt almost made him want to be some emotionless monster. He got up, frustrated.

He felt alone and oddly fragile. More so with each passing day Tav was absent. He trusted Tav. They said they'll be back. So they would be. But Astarion was worried. He walked to Tav's bedroom table and picked up the Sending Stone. He had picked it up and put it down many times as the days passed. He rolled it in his hands again, pondering who to message.

He finally gave the Stone a squeeze, activating it, and uttered: "Shadowheart love, sorry to bother you on a wonderful night such as this, but do you happen to know where Tav is?" The Stone flashed, letting him know the message was sent. He waited for a response.

None came. Odd. They weren't exactly the bestest of friends with Shadowheart, but she had always given some sort of reply when he had messaged her. Was she missing with Tav? Did they take Shadowheart with them wherever they went, but not him? What was going on? He thought of their old companions. Wyll and Karlach were still in the Hells, as far as he knew. Halsin was rebuilding the Shadowlands now that the shadows were no more. Jaheira was rebuilding Baldur's Gate. Lae'Zel was long gone fighting for the freedom of her people. He didn't dare to even think what Minsc was up to, or how he'd respond to any message, really. This didn't leave him many options on who to try next. He squeezed the Stone again, activating it.

"Gale - would you be a dear and let me know if you have any idea where Tav is?"

The response came in surprisingly quick this time. "Astarion! A little busy right now - ack!" The response cut out.

Astarion sat back down on the bed, Sending Stone in hand. So Shadowheart was unresponsive and Gale, professor of magic in Waterdeep, was clearly in some kind of battle - what were the odds these two events were unrelated? What was Tav up to that they had called on Shadowheart and Gale, but left him at home to worry? He stood up and paced. What was going on?

He heard a weary sigh in his ear. "Astarion." It was Gale. He was sending a message back. Astarion stopped to listen. "Terribly sorry not to respond. In a bit of a spot of bother. We're helping Tav… Retrieve an item, and it is proving rather tricky. Not to worry! Shadowheart has patched up the worst of Tav's injuries and we're nearly done here. We'll bring Tav home tomorrow night once we've all rested from today's activities."

"Tav is hurt?" Astarion found himself nearly shouting. He contained himself and poised his next words to be more his usual lax self. "Do make sure to tell them to not drag any blood on my Calimshite carpets when you return. They were very expensive. I suppose I'll have dinner waiting after sunset. You still drink wine, don't you Gale?"

Gale chuckled. "Tav says they wouldn't dream of dirtying your precious carpets. And a fine wine with some cheese sounds wonderful. See you tomorrow."

Astarion put the Stone back on Tav's table. Honestly he couldn't care less about the stupid carpets or even this entire house - he just wanted Tav back safe and sound. Tav getting injured worried him, as he knew how annoyingly self-sacrificing they could be. Didn't they agree to look after themselves first after the whole mess with the Netherbrain? What was Tav thinking?

Astarion walked upstairs and put on a coat. He needed the air to calm his nerves, and a meal to quench his thirst. Plus, now he'd have to prepare dinner for at least three since Tav was coming home with an entourage. He thought back to where Tav placed the recipe for that strange sauce Gale kept harping on about, and with a put upon sigh determined to make his best effort to make the stupid thing. Tav would be happy if he tried to be kind to their friends. And if they brought Tav back to him alive, maybe slaving over a meal wasn't such a big thing.

The next sunset, Astarion felt a little pathetic, sitting by their door waiting. But he couldn't help it. He was anxious to see what Tav had gone out to retrieve that was apparently worth dying over. And mostly, just to see his beloved idiot again. It had been horribly lonely and empty without Tav. And honestly, just mind-numbingly boring. He had started preparing dinner early as he couldn't really sleep the day, waiting. It was simmering on their stove. He had gone a bit overboard with setting the table as well, picking out Tav's favourite flowers and bringing out their best cutlery for their friends.

Astarion gingerly stole a glance at the last rays of the sun diving underneath the horizon, and as soon as they disappeared, a teleportation circle promptly manifested in their yard. As expected, Gale walked out, looking behind him as if encouraging whomever was behind him to follow. Out came Shadowheart and surprisingly, Jaheira, supporting a limping Tav between them. As soon as they were through, Gale shut the portal behind them.

Astarion couldn't contain himself. He flung the door open and ran to hold Tav. He held them hard, as if afraid Tav would vanish if he let go. For a small moment, he was lost in Tav's familiar scent. The one he had come to associate with being loved and being home, and he managed to hold back his tears on how good it felt to have Tav near him again. Tav gently kissed Astarion on his head, laying their head on his. "Hello, darling. Miss me?"

Astarion suddenly felt acutely aware they weren't alone and broke off their embrace. He tried to ignore Jaheira's knowing smirk and Shadowheart's little smile as he turned to face the latter. "I thought Gale said you'd patch my precious knucklehead before sending them home. Why are they still injured?"

Tav looked embarrassed. "Well, uh-" They were cut off by Jaheira. "Because we only have so many healing spells to spare a day, spawn, and we did as much as we could after a night's rest for the reckless cub, Shadowheart and I." Jaheira smacked Tav on the shoulder, as if to reprimand them for needing healing in the first place. Astarion's eyes widened in shock. "How hurt were you?"

"Exhaustingly so." Shadowheart sighed. "For a moment there, I wasn't sure Tav was still among the living, or that we could even bring them back, but we did, thank Selûne."

"Aye, burnt to a crisp by that one trap we missed. Shame the temple was filled with so much undead-repelling magics that we couldn't risk bringing our favourite vampire spawn in there to check for all of them, but we managed."

Everyone stopped when they noticed how quiet Astarion got. There was an awkward silence that hung among the group, as everyone realised even without tadpoles to connect them that Astarion was not okay with the news given. Tav looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't ask you to come along. I know you would have come even if I didn't ask if I said I was going. But, there is a reason for this." Tav signaled for Shadowheart and Jaheira to release them, and stood up on their own feet.

Astarion sighed. "Just don't do it again. Now, I've made enough dinner for all of you, and there are guest bedrooms upstairs if you want to stay the night. You can tell me all about it over dinner." Astarion walked up to Tav, offering them a hand to lean on as he led them home. Their friends smiled and walked behind them, grateful for the offer of a hearth, a meal and a warm home.

Tav whispered in his ear. "Just like that? You forgive me for taking off without you?" Astarion gave their arm a gentle squeeze. "Yes love. I said I trust you, and despite all the evidence to the contrary, I still do." They walked together into their home with their friends. "But please don't leave me alone like this again. I don't like being alone with my thoughts for so long." Tav kissed his pale cheek. "I promise. This was the last escapade I'll ever do without your blessing."

As they sat down for dinner Jaheira laughed. "Astarion, seems I have misjudged you yet again. Not only was I right in mistaking you for a good man, now I am beginning to believe I might mistake you for a great husband. This is a beautiful setup!"

"Oh hush, you old crone. It's just dinner among friends", Astarion quipped back, smiling despite himself.

Gale sniffed the air as he sat down. "Is that Hundur sauce I smell?" He took a small dab of sauce on his spoon and tasted it. "By Mystra, you even got the flavours just right! Astarion! I didn't know you had the makings of a cook."

"There are many things you don't know about me, darling."

Shadowheart piped in while breaking bread for herself. "Indeed - I for one, am having a hard time telling which one of you loves the other more, you or Tav. Especially after this stunt we helped them pull. It'd be disgusting if you two weren't so adorable together… What isn't a mystery though, is who decorated your house. Really, Astarion?"

"You're just jealous you don't have my sense of style, love."

They all smirked, Tav smiling the biggest of them all. "Thank you, everyone. For being here. For you three for helping me with this… We can talk about what we did, but I'd like to tell Astarion in private what we got out of it, if that's okay. And… Just, you are all my family and I love you all very much. I am honoured to be among such amazing friends, and could not ask for better ones. If you ever need anything, anything at all, call and you know I will be there."

A choked silence hung among them, as no one really knew what to add to such heartfelt words of affection. Astarion smiled. Tav was one-of-a-kind. And all his. Jaheira turned her head to wipe a tear. Shadowheart smiled. Gale cleared his throat. "Well, let's not waste our gracious chef's efforts by letting this feast go cold. Shall we?"

They ate together as mostly Gale and Shadowheart regaled them with the story of how they had found a long-abandoned temple of Lathander, and plunged into it's surprisingly sunny depths, with occasional snarky remarks from the wizened Jaheira of all the blunders they made along the way. Tav focused on the meal, following along the story, nodding in places in agreement on the retelling of their past few days, and laughing at everyone's quips and remarks on their mishaps while at it. Astarion wondered what was worth this much trouble. The Blood of Lathander was still with Shadowheart. What more could the sun god offer that was worth the risk? He also noted that Tav seemed oddly nervous, and avoided his gaze throughout the dinner, shyly blushing into their dinner whenever their eyes did meet. Astarion found himself anxious as well, every now and then letting his foot tap under the table before he caught himself, and composed himself once more.

Eventually dinner came to a close, and they saw their guests to bed. Shadowheart promised to finish healing up Tav as soon as she woke up and before Gale teleported them all back home. They wished their friends a good night.

Astarion gently helped Tav down into their basement bedroom, and then to take off their armour and clothes. Dawn was already approaching, which was their bedtime, as Tav had adopted Astarion's nocturnal schedule with ease. He noted the bruising, the burns, the barely closed wounds from the battles Tav had recently fought without him while undressing them. He got lost in softly caressing Tav's battered body, until Tav's hand found his, and gently held it. Astarion looked into Tav's eyes. "Alright. We're alone now - could you please tell me what was worth nearly killing yourself over, again? The suspense is killing me, darling."

Tav looked at their knees, searching for their words. "You know how you showed me your grave stone", they started.

"Of course love, how could I forget? We made such excellent love on top of it that night. I cannot think of a better way to celebrate my rebirth at the time", Astarion shot back with a devilish grin. "I fail to see how my faded grave stone has anything to do with your little adventure", he added.

"Well that's just it - your grave was so faded, we couldn't make out the day you died. Or the day you were born. And you still can't remember, right?"

"Well no, I can't and honestly, I don't really care to. That person is long gone and can stay that way for all I care. Why does it matter?"

Tav played with their hands in their lap. "Today's a year from the day we first met. I was afraid I wouldn't make it back on time, but I did." Tav used the bed post to stand up, and limped to their satchel. They took out an unassuming scroll case. "I figured, today could be both yours and my birthday. Since I can't remember my birthday either. It could be our anniversary. A day of celebration. Our day. And I went out and got the one thing I really, truly want to give you above all... I've been plotting ways to find one for some time now." Tav limped in front of Astarion and painfully but meticulously got on one knee. Astarion could feel his cheeks getting hot - a feeling he wasn't sure he was even capable of anymore, being undead and all.

Tav presented the scroll case to him. "The temple of the sun god had been rumoured to contain a Wish spell. I risked everything to find out if the rumour was true, and it was. With this scroll, anyone can wish for anything; once." Tav placed the scroll into Astarion's hands.

"I know how much you loved walking in the sun, Astarion. Your life was taken from you. Your freedom. Even the sun was stolen from you. I give you this scroll, so that you can wish for anything. You can wish to ascend without sacrificing all those spawn, you can wish to be rid of your vampiric curse, you could wish to rule the world - anything you want." Tav gently squeezed Astarion's hands, holding the scroll case, and looked up at him with their piercing eyes. "I love you, Astarion. And I always will. I give you ultimate freedom to choose anything you want, anything at all."

For a moment, it felt as if time stood still as Astarion fully absorbed what Tav just said. What they were offering him. Suddenly, he couldn't help but cry. He threw the scroll case into a corner of the room and knelt down to hold his precious Tav as close as he could. How had he gotten so lucky? After centuries of misery, how was he here, now, with this amazing creature? He kissed them deeply, passionately, as if trying to convey all his overwhelming affection and gratitude in one, two, no; dozens of kisses and caresses. He didn't care he was still crying. He didn't care if he seemed insane. He just wanted to feel Tav, and never let go. To tell them without words Tav meant more to him than anything he could ever bring home.

After awhile, he stopped and they leaned their foreheads together, holding hands. Astarion noticed Tav was crying too, but Tav gave him a little smile nonetheless. There was an unanswered question in Tav's eyes -

What did Astarion want to Wish for?

Astarion kissed Tav on the forehead once more. "You are a reckless idiot." He got up and picked up the scroll case, and took out the scroll. Such a mundane looking piece of paper, to give out a moment of godlike powers to mere mortals. He played with it as if it was nothing. Tav smirked. "I know. So love, what are you going to use it for?"

Astarion grinned back at Tav. "Oh, I don't know. World domination does sound like an awful lot of work, doesn't it? And I have never heard of a happy vampire lord, now that I think of it. Powerful, to be sure - but not happy."

"I could wish for a sea of puppy dogs and kittens for you", Astarion joked. Tav laughed. "I got the scroll for you, smooth brain. I already have everything I need - what I want, is you to be free, in whatever way you want to be free." Tav dropped their joking demeanor and picked up their surprisingly disarming sincerity. "With or without me, I want you to be happy. You helped me find freedom and regain myself and my life back. Without you, I'd still be a slave to Bhaal's endless fervour to murder, or a mindflayer. You believed in me when no one else did, and supported me through bouts of madness. I owe my life to you… So I want you to choose yours. And whatever you choose, know I'll always love you for carrying me through my darkest days."

Astarion looked at Tav. He didn't need to connect through the no-longer-present tadpole to know they meant every word. He looked down at the scroll of Wish in his hands. He could be anyone. He could do anything. He could be the most powerful, influential and beloved man in all of Faerûn - all he had to do was say the words.

The scroll knew he meant to make his Wish. It glowed in anticipation. He smiled at Tav. "I wish to be cured of vampirism and to be an elf that's capable of walking in the sun with his beloved."

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dinaanana · 2 months

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How would they react to you getting in trouble at school [BSD]

Synopsis: how would they react to to you being in a trouble at school

Characters: Verlaine (Stormbringer) Chuuya ,Kouyou. x Reader (Platonic)

TW: Nothing just fluff N crack in (Verlaine's part)

He was deadass Working in his Office,His desk full of some papers.

you Went into the Hallways of PM HQS And The employees there didn't even Bother Telling you That Chuuya's Busy or anything They just Let you in who tf are they To not Let you in

You Didn't even Bother Knocking you just walked in his Office,He doesn't notice You At First (He was Cursing to Himself)

When He notices He stares up At you and sees your angry face he raised his brow

"ya good?" He stands up and puts his hands on his hips "how was school today?"

"I got Into a fight And the principal Told us to bring our parents,I don't have one .."

He looks at you and sighs "I'll come,I'll come don't Cha worry kiddo.."he pats your head

The next Day He went To your Principals Office,The principal Couldn't speak a Single Sentance without His Voice cracking when he Talked to Chuuya while Wearing fancy ahh coat,Suit,Hat etc Everyone Looked at him with fear and didn't dare to Utter a single word (The whole school fears you since then)

You two Are Walking out of the school And There's crowd of Kids Staring at his Motorcycle With awe,You both sit on it Wrapping your Hands Around his Waist to not fall off.

While He drives around Yokohama He asks Real Reason for why did you beat the Guy up and you explain That he was Harassing 2-3th graders If they didn't Give him their Money

"Ya did good,Dont worry,next time you can Take my gun." He Smirks As He speeds up the motorcycle

"Ya hungry Kid? I know You Are so let's go to the new Restaurant"

He's a Best parental Figure you could ask for tbh

She was With Mori Helping him Out on something While You were at School,She would Always Sent one of Her Subordinate to Come and Pick you up Safely (She's Scared of Losing you,Like she did with Kyouka) so she Tries to take the best Care of you

She Also Sometimes Helps you Out with your Homework or Projects if you dont understand,She's glad To be the one helping you.

"If Something Happens,I'm here for you,I love you Like My own child which I never had.."

Soo let's go back to the Scenario,You Got into a huge fight with your Girl Classmates who would always throw your things Away,You would warn her to stop doing it that it wasn't Funny but she just laughed and Threw A scissor At your Face That Left a small Cut Below your eye Thats When you had Enough And punched her a straight in the jaw strong enough to knock her Out for good 15 minutes

You Both got called into the principals Office And The principal Told you Both to bring Your Parents tomorrow.

You went back into the PM head Quarters And then you saw Kouyou standing near A big colourful Window with her Back turned to you,As you walk clos she Hears your Footsteps And Turns to look at you she smiles down at you

"How was school Today dear?." her Voice was Full of care and Sweetness,Until That Sweet face turned into a Horrific One when she saw your Cut you never had.

"Tell me,Who did this to you?" she Puts Her Hand On your cheek Caressing Your little bruise Carefully

You explain Everything To her And She Just nods telling you that she'll out all of her work aside for you and come.

Next day after all of Your Lessons End You and your Girl classmate go to the Principals office while Waiting for your Parents.

The day went Good,Kouyou had a Talk with Your principal and you Transfered in different school Much more better Than Your Old One.

One day you and Kouyou Were Standing Infront of Big window With Amazing Sea view,She Embraced you For a Hug,And patting your Head

"If anything Bad happens,tell me and I'll always be there for you.."

His Musty ass Ain't coming Out of The basement and Bothering himself to come at your school for Just a lil Kids fight. (he says)

"I'm not gonna Come Over there,Just For Your little kids Arguments,I have Some more important Things to do,And I'm not ready to Come out yet.."

You roll your Eyes at him "But...the Principal Won't allow me in school if you don't come..."

"You don't Need to,I can Teach you More things Than those teachers,What do these Humans Know That I don't?”

"Whatever...Okay I agree,You can be my Teacher from now On..." you pause For a moment wait do you even know Basic Math? ." You spin Around the Basement "But still...Yay, I won't have to wake up at 7 AM just to go to the damn school!"

"Excellent, alors notre leçon commencera demain." (excellent Then our Lesson will Start tomorrow)

"are you cursing me Out in french or what?!" you look at him while Raising your Brow in suspension

He Smiles and shakes His Head As A no "Therefore I'll also Be Teaching You French aswell."

"Excellent Idea Then Teacher Verlaine" You smirk And Shake your Hand with him As an Approval

"oops,The bell Rang,I'll go To cafeteria now." You wave your hand At him and Leave his basement.

"Bon alors, à bientôt." He sighs To Himself and Gets Back to Writing something He was writing earlier.

#bsd fandom #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd kouyou #bungou stray dogs kouyou #ozaki kouyou #paul verlaine #bsd verlaine #verlaine x reader

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Here, take a lil ficlet of Kas flirting with Steve while sharing Eddie's body.

"You're not Eddie", Steve breathed out as they stalked towards him.

"Oh I'm him alright. I am all that he tried to hide away. His shame, his fear...his desires."

"You're not real."

Steve swung his bat, sure that this was another one of Vecna's illusions. Sure that this vision of Eddie would either disappear in a mist or reveal itself to actually be Vecna. Anything other than one of his greatest regrets. Instead, not-Eddie caught the nailed end in his hand no problem.

"I'm as real as anything."

When Steve pulled away, not-Eddie let him.

"But if it makes things...easier, you don't have to call me Eddie." He stalked towards Steve. "You could call me...hmm, Kas." Then he grinned like he had just said a joke.

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"Kas?", Dustin repeated.

"That's what he said", Steve relayed, still reeling from the experience. "That mean anything?"

Dustin looked to Will. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit", Will echoed.

Then they both started to scream and jump and Steve felt like he was losing his mind.

Meanwhile, Eddie was sure he had lost his mind. There was no other explanation for being trapped in his own body while some demonic entity walked around in it and allowed him to get lectured by Mike and Lucas while tied to a chair.

"Do we have a deal?", Mike asked.

The deal was, 24 hour supervision, controlling what he ate, and absolutely no killing. Oh and no conferring with Vecna or the Mind Flayer unless explicitly asked to. Eddie would've agreed in seconds if it meant he could be free. But Kas thought he had more leverage than that.

"Do I get to choose my bodyguard?", he asked, just as Steve and the others came up from the basement. "Because I'd like Hawkins' number 1 babysitter."

Steve stared like a deer in headlights and then looked around as if making sure he meant him. With very little effort, Kas broke through his restraints and walked up to Steve, ignoring the shouts and how the others backed away from him. But Steve stood his ground.

"I know Eddie would prefer it this way."

What he would prefer was if a hole could swallow him up. Which was sort of his situation anyway. He was stuck in a dark hole. Problem was he was still witnessing everything first hand, right down to Kas twirling a lock of Steve's hair around his finger.

So if someone could just actually end him now, that would be great.

Hey I went and made a part 2

#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #kas!eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #idk what this is #im just throwin it into oblivion

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revehae · 3 months

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like oxygen

pairing ↠ abductor!seulgi x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, noncon, pussy slapping, kidnapping, choking, drugging, pretty vague mention of stalking

summary ↠ you tried to escape her, but it was too late. she’s not letting you go; she needs you like you need oxygen.

wc ↠ 1.2k

a/n ↠ this is a repost!

don’t like it, don’t read.

it feels like you’re taking your first breaths when you blink for the first couple of times, eyes fluttering open and shut, vision a blur until that moment when everything finally focuses — and then everything hits you hard. the chase. the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. the feeling of her breath on your neck as she held the cloth over your mouth, and she whispered ever so soothingly, “shh, don’t try to fight it. you won’t win. just go to sleep.” in that moment, you thought that you were taking your last breaths.

clearly not.

the setting is unfamiliar, though as dull as the alleyway you had previously ran through. your brain works slowly, but you soon come to the realization that you’re in a basement. her basement, most likely. you try to move, but your body works slowly, too. it’s only when you feel some kind of material digging into your skin that you realize you’re being bound down.

you feel so damn sluggish. the cloth - whatever chemicals were on it might as well have paralyzed you.

“wakey wakey,” a familiar voice sings. if you could, your neck would have snapped in the noise’s direction. but you don’t need to look to tell that it’s her. your abductor.

she finally steps into your range of vision, still smiling menacingly. god, if it weren’t for the fact that she had kidnapped you, you would have thought that it was cute. now, it was nothing more than haunting.

seulgi rubs her forearm, in a bit of pain, but she doesn’t show it well. “you really put up a fight back there, you know,” she tilts her head, staring into your fearful eyes. in all honesty, she had gone easy on you. there was no need to exert too much force, she loved the thrill of chasing you and letting you believe that there was a chance of you getting away. though you knew now that there was none. ”even left a mark on me when i haven’t even hurt you - yet,” the emphasis on the word yet makes you tremble. “don’t you think you deserve to make up for that?”

and then, she begins to walk closer to you. your eyes widen and every rational thought remaining in your body is begging for you to move even a muscle, but you can’t. you’re trying, you’re trying so hard to move, but your body won’t listen.

she crawls on top of you, beginning to tug at your clothes, and as much as you want to try and get her to stop, you’re utterly powerless against her. you manage to shake your head a few times, but all seulgi does is smile in your face and shake her head back at you mockingly, unbuttoning your top and letting it fall to the ground. “stop,” you exclaim, “stop!” but she doesn’t listen, moving to take off your bottoms. the moment you’re naked she’s between your thighs, almost in awe at the sight of you. “you’re so pretty,” seulgi sighs, ignoring your pleas. or maybe she’s so in her head that she really doesn’t hear you, too focused on your cunt.

seulgi loses every bit of restraint she had and latches her mouth onto your cunt, the sudden earning a surprised noise from you. in revolt, you try to close your thighs, but to no avail. the only person capable of moving your limbs at the movement is, oddly enough, her.

the taste of you has seulgi in a trance-like state. finally, the moment she’s been waiting for. seulgi’s had her eye on you long before now, planning exactly how and when she would finally make her move. that moment happened to be today, and the wait was worth it. one taste of you has her knowing that she’ll never ever give you back to the world - not until you’re so equally hypnotized by her to the point that you’re the one coming back for more.

and arguably worst of all, it feels good. you’re suppressing all of the noises of pleasure at the tip of your tongue, replacing them with ones of anguish. nothing gets past seulgi, though. one look at your face, and she can tell that you’re into this.

seulgi lifts her head, replacing her mouth with her pretty fingers to keep you occupied. “you like this,” she laughs, the most taunting look on your face. it’s humiliating, but you know that she can feel your pussy gripping around her fingers, which only heightens the sheer embarrassment you feel. “you fucking like this!”

you shake your head (maybe the drugs were losing effect. it was hard to tell how long you had been in there), denying it, but seulgi’s relentless, moving her fingers harder and in search for your spot. she finds it soon enough, which is obvious by the moan that manages to escape your mouth. you put your hand over it, hating that you’re entertaining her. “admit it,” she orders, removing her fingers to give your cunt a little slap. you make a noise of pain, but she doesn’t care, looking you dead in your eyes. “admit that you like this.”

“no!”

another slap. another noise from you.

the cycle repeats itself again, and seulgi purrs with that stupid smile on her face, “i’ve got all day and night, baby. and i’m starting to think that the only reason you’re denying it is because you like me hitting you, too.”

she hit the nail on the head, but you would never admit it. your cheeks are burning and so is your cunt, but something about it is dangerously arousing to you. and seulgi is still determined, feeding into your lies for a moment before she decides to change her m.o. “fine,” seulgi says, and you think she’s giving up until she reaches over and wraps her hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply. her fingers are wet with your arousal and it sticks to the skin of your neck, but you’re more focused on the fact that you can’t breathe. seulgi tilts her head, demanding in a sweet tone that betrays her actions, “admit it. your pretty little pussy’s so wet that i already know you do. so just admit it.”

you want to fight it, you really do, but the hazier your vision gets the more you crave air, and you just can’t resist it anymore. “i… i like it. i like it…” you admit through croaks, hardly able to speak with her hand so firm around your neck.

“hm, what was that? i didn’t hear you,” seulgi teases.

“i like it!” you say with struggle again, hands trying to claw at hers in an attempt to pry them off of you, but you’re still too weak. “please. can’t- i can’t breathe.”

she’s half-tempted to ignore your pleads, loving the way you look with every last breath leaving your body, but seulgi’s kind enough to release you, watching as you pant and cough, tears strolling down your cheeks when the air finds you once again.

“see how easy that was?” seulgi giggles. she leans over to kiss you briefly, then whispers in your ear, “next time you want me to hit you, just ask.”

#seulgi smut #red velvet smut #tw: noncon #gxg smut #girl group smut #tw: kidnapping #tw: drugging #revehae fics

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blessedtobebangtan · 2 years

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jungkook 13 pretty please

" I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.”

trigger warning(s): mention of the mafia, yandere themes, manipulation, cursing, mentions of abuse, bondage and restraints, toxic themes

word count: 1K

a/n: wow, this requested a while back, but i am slowly trying to clear out my drafts and finish these requests for you all. i would really just expect random posts like these from time to time to be honest because i really have to be in the mood to write because forcing it is the worst. but nonetheless, please enjoy loves.

Your head bowed and your eyes found the floor to be the most interesting thing for the past couple of days. Your mind began to go blank being isolated for the past couple of days and you were beginning to lose consciousness. Bruises littered almost every inch of your body making every move you made feel like a sharp stab to your flesh. Your wrist and arms ached from the restraints that held you to the wall. The collision of your knees to that hard cement floor made you lose feelings in your legs hours ago, but a stinging pain would return every couple of hours for a reminder of your current situation.

Everything was good until it wasn’t. That’s how it always is with Jungkook. One second, he’s happy and loving towards you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. He’s the irresistible, sweet man you fell in love with, and he makes you feel like the only woman in the world.

The next second he is a mafia leader, who doesn’t take the slightest ounce of opposition from you and will do anything to make you fear his authority. And he never failed to.

He brought you to the basement of his mansion, but to you it was a torture chamber. Where Jungkook would inflict a word of pain onto you in a matter of minutes, where you were hidden from the world, but every inch of your being discovered by him, where you were kept for days at a time for not having his dinner ready by the time he got home.

Every time you thought you feared him as much as you could, Jungkook proved there was always more room for fear.

The door across the room began to creak ever so quietly and you immediately knew who it was without lifting your gaze. Maybe yesterday or the first day, you would have been engulfed by your fears hearing the noise. But after what you endured last night, you didn’t have the energy to cower into yourself.

His shoes clicked against the ground, breaking the everlasting silence that had taken over the room. You waited patiently with your head down, not having the strength to look at that monster.

Jungkook's eyes never left you, he watched as you found it hard to breathe and your inhales of air sounded like that of an injured animal. The way your body shook from the cold, crisp air and the soreness that consumed your muscles and joints with every passing hour.

You hushed your breathing feeling his intimidating aura hang over your body. The smell of his signature cologne invaded your nostrils like some type of illegal drug that you should’ve never taken in the first place.

Jungkook’s hand reached out and made contact with your messy hair, softly brushing his hands as you let him be too weak to fight back anymore.

“ Good morning, my love.”, he spoke softly in contrast to his voice the last time he visited. You groaned quietly as his hands traveled down to your face caressing you gently.

“ Please don’t hurt me.”, you softly begged, your voice barely strong enough to speak anymore after not being fed or given water for two days.

Despite the pain that shot through your body, you slowly made an effort to look up at the man who claimed to love you. His eyes were dark, but unreadable at that moment.

“ I’ve never hurt you before, Y/N.”, he stated with a sincere expression of concern, bringing your face up, so you caught a glimpse of his expression. He smiled a psychotic smile and licked his bottom lip, “ I’ve only ever helped you, princess.”

You shook your head at him with quivering lips and sniffling quietly, “ This is helping me ? Keeping me trapped in here, punishing me whenever I make you mad, that’s not h-helping me. It just feels like you hate me.”, you trembled over your words, scared to say something that would piss him off.

He clicked his tongue in disagreement, almost disappointed at your accusations. His hand glided over a fresh bruise on your left cheek causing you to cringe and jerk your head from his touch. Your eyes watered in seconds as all of your feelings went into the fresh bruise and tears fell one by one.

Your reaction didn’t fazeJungkook or offend him at all, but only made him feel more powerful and slightly aroused. He smirked to himself as your hushed sobs filled his ears as a gift.

“ Of course, I don’t hate you.”, his tone laced with disappointment, “ I could never hate the love of my life, however sometimes you need a reminder of my love- how you receive it is of your own jurisdiction.”

“ I only do these things because I love you.”

Silently you reminded yourself of the last days of your life, how he’d beaten you within an inch of your life and was now blaming it all on you. What the fuck did you get yourself into?

Jungkook watched you intently waiting for a response that would never come, you had nothing left to say. You were disgusted, scared and broken. You couldn’t begin to speak against him because you hadn’t the strength to as of right now and there was too much to say. He didn’t want to admit that your silence might have hurt his feelings a bit because in his eyes he really did love you and he was expressing himself in the best way possible. He just loved harder than anyone you had before.

He sucked his teeth in annoyance and proceeded his speech with sincerity, " I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.”

The sound of keys hitting each other awoke you from your trance of silence, you looked back up and found Jungkook holding these keys that would release you from your imprisonment. A small ounce of joy infused into your brain as he looked over to you with a single eyebrow raised.

“ Now, if you’re done with your deranged accusations of my love for you..”, he bent down, so that you and he held eye contact smiling sweetly, “ let’s get you back upstairs because I’ve missed the delicious breakfast you make for me every morning.”

#jungkook smut #yandere imagines #yanderejungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #yanderebts #yandere bts #jungkook mafia au #jungkook x reader #jungkook yandere

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clownprince · 1 year

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Joker's motivations in Joker War

Now idk if I was the only one initially confused by wtf Joker's actual intentions were in Joker War. Maybe I'm just a bit schewpid and everyone else got it but regardless here's my attempt to piece together what's going on in his weird little mind.

Imho, the first lines we get about Joker's underlying intentions are here:

It's extremely important that he was aware of Bruce's intentions to redesign the city. That was definitely the catalyst for the whole thing.

Speaking of Bruce's plans to redesign the city:

He mentions multiple times that his goal is to build a city that doesn't need a Batman.

Regardless of whether he actually mentioned something like this at a press conference or something, I'm sure Joker would be able to pick up on it anyway.

And it's very well-established that Joker needs Batman. The Best Man arc has this whole beautiful monologue about it:

Joker NEEDS Batman. A city without Batman is a city with no place for Joker.

The whole Best Man arc takes during the same year (year 17) as Joker War (prior to it, obviously).

The Batcat engagement took place in year 16. (In which Batman also had Joker locked up in his basement. And he deliberately tracked down amnesiac!Joker and made him Normal Joker again so he could get information. Yowza! Not cool, Bats.)

Additionally, the events of Endgame took place on year 15 and Death of the Family in year 14.

Joker reveals more of his motivations in the final fight scene between him and Batman:

Very interesting that Joker initially chooses to stab Batman in the back. Hmm I wonder if that has any deeper meaning or reveals anything about Joker's own feelings in this situation /sar.

Also very, very, very significant that Joker chooses to battle Batman in that particular suit, after he essentially desecrates it:

So, by now, it's apparent that Joker's direct intention with Joker War was to essentially destroy the possibility of Bruce's vision of Gotham:

He even directly says that all of this was about them.

Hm... I don't think he's just talking about the city, here...

And then we have this:

There's been a recurring theme since Death of the Family, that Bruce isn't being the Batman that Joker wants him to be.

To me, this line feels like "okay, Batman is ruined irreparably, let's just destroy him and start over from scratch."

Then we have this panel. Whew. I think this might be one of the most revealing panels in the entirety of Joker War, largely because of how Joker is depicted in it.

He doesn't look angry, he looks genuinely distraught.

And I didn't notice this until someone else pointed it out but if you zoom in, it definitely looks like he's crying.

I don't think this is just an artistic thing, largely because of this panel from a few issues back:

So those are definitely tears of laughter. But it looks roughly the same. Except based on the context and his expression, I don't think those are tears of laughter in Joker War. At the very least, he's hysterical.

Somewhat of a tangent but it's important to tie everything together: Joker War reminds me very much of DOTF and Endgame in that Joker is depicted (or tries to portray himself) as this terrifying, ruthless, inhuman thing, but if you actually look into his motivations, he's being driven by his emotions, particularly his feelings about Batman, which are almost inarguably the most human part of him.

In DOTF he talks about how Batman isn't being the Batman he wants him to be and yadda yadda, but then in the tie-ins, we have this section, which I think does a beautiful job of explaining his real motivations:

It's jealousy. Jealousy and fear. He's terrified of losing Batman.

And then there's a similar thing in Endgame.

Initially, he says this:

"Haha yeah I'm just bored of you lol."

But then in the final scene we get this:

He's not bored, he's heartbroken. He's genuinely hurt by Batman (in his perception) rejecting him, and he's lashing out in a major way.

I think it's definitely similar in Joker War, except he's not as afraid of losing Batman to the Batfam, more so he's afraid that Bruce's new design for the city will eliminate the need for a Batman, although the Batcat almost-wedding and Bruce's growing family definitely play a role in his motivations.

I think that might be where his whole idea of making Batman start over with nothing came from. Because when Bruce started, he didn't really have anyone except for Alfred, and later Dick.

I think that Joker could tolerate him having a few allies but he can't handle the idea of Batman having an actual family. Both because he doesn't want to share Batman's attention, and because he doesn't have a family, so why does Batman get to have one? Why does Batman get to connect with people when the only person he's truly connected to is Batman? He wants Bats to be as dependent on him as he is on Bats.

So, that's just my Hot Take (read: mediocre interpretation) of Joker War. I wasn't too fond of the storyline until I kinda pieced everything together and it's still not my favorite arc but I definitely like it better than I did initially.

#batjokes #joker war #meta #my silly little thoughts #my timeline might be slightly off my only source was the batman continuity project lol #i am not putting myself through the hell that is tom king's run #and i haven't read batman metal and all that shit yet #i'm going based off of the rebirth timeline though if that isn't clear #my stuff

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wfanfic56 · 1 year

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I got some boost from @coldqueenuv, so here it goes.

"Understand me"| Ghost x reader

Chapter 2

Few years have passed, by your side, Makarov did a lot of missions successfully. But now, you were on your vacation, not your will, but you had to for two and a half years.

While Makarov is working hard to protect you two, you're raising your daughter somewhere in the wildness, away from other people and away from Makarov's sight.

It's hard for you, raising a child on your own, but you know it has to be like that for few more years. She was 5 years old, you were pregnant, after two months after you came to Makarov, you told him you were pregnant. It would be a perfect new start. Well it should have been like that if HE didn't show up.

Your daughter Sonya, was trained for situations like this. You had your code "The play begins!" and she'll hide herself in a basket in the basement. They captured you after a good fight with them, but you hid her, and that's the main 'mission'.

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"Where's Makarov?" –"In your ass!" Ghost couldn't take it anymore and without thinking he punched you. "WHERE IS HE?!" –"You'll never find them!!"

"Them? You mean there are more Makarovs?" -"Yeah, you're looking at one of them." silence was between TF141. They didn't expect to see you alive, then they found out that you're married to the terrorist.

Price was looking at you with sympathy, he is like a father to you, and he can just think what have you been through. With him, you spoke normally after they captured you like you never left their side. He knows why you left them, but it breaks his heart knowing you're with a person who's once your enemy.

Kyle and Soap were betrayed, they would like to hug you right now, but their inner self was against it. Once the best trio, was now looking at eachother in annoyance.

And Ghost was destroyed inside. There wasn't Simon Riley anymore. Just a monster called Ghost. He was looking at you with disgust. How could you, not Kyle, not Soap, but YOU, his closest comrade, a person he had feelings for but he didn't show it because he was afraid he would lose you, betray him. The only thing he could see in you is anger and fearless leader that's ready to sacrifice herself for the one she loves.

"I won't ask again, L/N." –"I won't repeat myself, Lieutenant."

"Okay, you two that's... Do you hear that?" Just as Price said that, the explosion happend that made you all blind for few moments. Your team came to save you from the base, together with your husband.

"Don't let them escape! She's everything we got!!" Ghost yelled at the guards, but it was too late. While they were trying to save you, Makarov made three teams for different missions: 1) team for saving you; 2) team for distraction; 3) team for picking up intel. And they didn't have a chance against Makarov's army.

After Makarov and you have left, TF141 was, together with the other teams, cleaning base from dead bodies. You could fear the frustration in the air.

"Ghost, maybe you should sit down a bit." Soap said to him when he saw him throwing things around.

"How?! Y/N is with that Russian pig that attacked our base, now you're telling me to sit down. I don't even have.....cigar..."he put his hand in his pocket and found a piece of paper –"Simon, what is it?"

"A note. This is Y/N's handwriting."

"What does it say?" Kyle asked

"I did left, I made a mistake, but now I can't come back because I need to protect my blood, my younger self, but she has to know that she doesn't share blood with Makarov. Save her, Simon, that's all I ask from you. It's too late for me... I know you'll understand what I wrote to you."

"We have to save her. Both of them." Simon rushed to take his equipment and start preparing for a new mission. –"Who is she talking about?!" Price asked

"My daughter."

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erina-writes-headcanons · 1 year

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🥀 🥀🍭 🍭

With jason silver you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to

💔Jason Silver, Nash Gold Jr, and Haizaki Shougo Disregarding Their S/O Hard Work and then Realizes it. 💔

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A/N: Hello there Anon! I hope you like the final result of this Headcanons and Scenarios. I had a little bit of difficulty writing this characters because I don't really understand their personality one hundred percent but I hope you like the final result. This headcanon was inspired by one of Haikyuu headcanons.

Warning: Angst and Profanities

Gender: neutral

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Jason Silver - Jabberwocky

I don't know about you or if you have seen the page yet but my friend sent me a picture of Jason Silver harassing a poor woman so in my opinion. Jason would very often be toxic to you and would often disregard your hard work.

If you made a lunch for him and accidentally made the food salty? He's going to make fun of you for being a bad cook even though you're not as bad as Momoi or Riko.

You cleaned his apartment and it's not really clean because you just got home from school workplace? He's going to say you did a horrible job.

You don't take care of yourself because you tried to take care of him and you don't dress up like other boyfriend or girlfriend? He's going to comment on you that he's embarrassed to have a girlfriend/boyfriend like you and that's why he 'didn't bring you out' or show you to his friends.

You didn't give him the gift that he wants so bad even though you don't have much money? He will comment that you're poor and would purposely give you the silent treatment until you give him the gift that he wants.

Nevertheless, Jason Silver is a human being so he can feel guilty after he realizes how much bullshit he gave to you whereas you already treated him nicely.

He is not the best boyfriend and not boyfriend material like Kiyoshi Teppei and Kuroko but he will try his best to control his words even though most of the time he accidentally slips out.

He does apologize to you once he realizes how much shit he is and tries to spoil you to say how sorry he is by protecting you from his friends who try to harass you and bring you to VIP parties.

You cannot say no to him once he tries to spoil you because he would be sent you a glare so you would accept his treatment. Jason Silver would also leave you alone, he would be around you all night at the party and not leave your sight.

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It was late in the afternoon as the sun is going down and the stars are coming up to show up in the sky. It has been such a tiring day for you after working all day inside the small cafe and working as a barista making drinks for the clients. You usually have lots of free time but this day there were lots of people in the cafe and you had to work hard whether you like it or not.

The ride to the apartment was really long around fifteen minutes on foot or ten minutes on a bicycle. Every inch of your body was screaming in pain, especially your feet since you have to stand for more than an hour and walk around to take some ingredients to make the customers drinks or snacks.

Parking inside the bike in the basement, you locked the bike to keep it safe from the thief and went to your room by a lift before going up with the lift on the third floor. Getting inside the shared room, you began putting the bags on top of the chair and swiping the whole room to clean the dirty floor before mopping it.

Sadly, you don't have much of the energy and strength to continue your job and put the broom along the mop away in the corner before sitting on the couch. The lid of your eyes feely heavier in each second and not realizing what happen, everything turns dark and the dark vision calls you from reality.

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Sounds of footsteps get louder and louder and alarm the other residents of the apartment who immediately shake in fear because of the loud footsteps. From the booming voice, they could tell the Silver-haired basketball player are pissed off, having one in a bad mood for losing one of his basketball games.

It was a miracle for you that you did not wake up to the loud sounds of the door slamming open, showing your angry boyfriend Jason Silver. He was tired from the game and the condition of the apartment still not clear like he hopes made him, even more, angrier than before.

"(Y/N)!! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY!!" Jason's eyes laid on you.

"H-huh? What?" Your eyes slowly open up. His loud voice definitely woke you up from your slumber.

"BABE! WHAT THE FUCK- WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY?" He snarls as the slit in his eyes gets smaller.

"S-sorry. I just got home and accidentally fell asleep," you tried to reason with him with a shaky voice in fear of him beating you.

"I DON'T CARE! I'M ALSO TIRED BUT I NEVER COMPLAIN!" He shouted back.

"That's because you never clean this apartment while I'm always the one who always clean it while you were drinking your beer.." You stood up at him, not liking that he starts acting like a kid.

"Well, I'm resting! Am I not allowed to have a relaxing time?!"

"I should be the one asking that while you just came home and start screaming at me....You know what? Leave and think about what you just did, Jason Silver. You are basically almost the same as Nash, being a tyrannical piece of shit. I always clean everything in this apartment while you never clean but once I need to rest. You're treating me as if I have never done anything to you," you look at him in the eyes with the glint in your eyes disappearing.

You always call him babe, baby, and darling, and never Jason Silver unless you're pissed. Jason's eyes immediately widened, and he realizes that he hurts your feeling for a small matter and that he can also do it by himself "Uhh B-babe, wait. I'm sorry- I didn't mean-"

"Just leave me alone...I need to rest," you walk away from him.

The silver-haired basketball player hisses in anger as he slumps down on top of the couch, pondering about his recent action and how to make it up to you until a bright light appears on the side of his head and the gear in his head are turning around with an idea popped into his mind.

On the next day when you don't need to go to your working place, the sounds of birds chirping could be heard and your vision was blurry, trying to wake up even though it was really hard for you since yesterday's work. Once the blur was gone from the sight, your eyes widened to see a black blazer with pants/sexy black dress on top of the table.

Next to the table, there was a little note messily written but still readable to your eyes even though you had to blink your eyes repeatedly to read every word correctly, 'I'm not good at saying sorry but I hope you like the suit/dress. That blonde idiot (Nash) helped me by booking a VIP room for the two of us only in the club. Also, the apartment I already clean it.'

Even though he didn't say sorry directly to your face, you could not help but smile a little bit. Jason tries to make up for his yesterday's action and you knew the last words in the note shows that he felt guilty for screaming at you when in fact he's not someone who isn't tidy but he cleans the living room and the kitchen without your help.

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Nash Gold Jr. - Jabberwocky

Nash might not be as loud as Jason Silver when he is angry. Nonetheless, he would still be one of the most toxic characters because his words can be very sharp.

Just like Jason Silver, if you made a lunch for him and you accidentally made it a little bit salty or haven't cleaned the house even though you were tired. He will comment on how much of a slob you are.

He would also comment on how your look even though you don't have much time to take care of yourself and spend your time doing your job so that you look messy.

There is also a chance that Nash is going to compare you with his flings and one-night stands with you, trying to body-shame you and making fun of your look.

He might not be as violent as Haizaki or Jason but he was much more cold-hearted so it takes more time for him to realize he was being toxic and apologize.

Unlike Jason Silver in a term of apologizing, he does feel guilty and bad when he realizes he hurt you really badly and he can make himself more gentle and doesn't have difficulty with it like Jason Silver did.

Nash would apologize directly in front of your face and tries to wrap his arm around you, pulling you to his embrace as his hold gets tighter.

If you are still hurt, he will try to make it up to you the next day by bringing you around the town and spoiling you rotten. He would buy the kinds of stuff that you want since he is rich.

Nash would be also twice more affectionate than Jason Silver as he keeps holding your hand or his hand would be always on your back casually.

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It was like your usual day in your working place where you had to finish all of the important files and send them to your manager as quick as you can. However, it was very unusual for you because the office room isn't usually this loud where most of the days it was mostly filled with the sound of only a few people chatting and ringing phones.

From your sitting place, you hear your friends gushing about their husbands or wive cooking lunches for them and how much their spouse appreciates their sweet treatment. It's not uncommon to talk in gossip where people talk about romance but it made you think about Nash's reaction if you try to cook for him.

You're not a chef like Gordon Ramsey but you're not a horrible cook either like Riko and Momoi since you remember their uncut glazed honey lemons. For this reason, you were a little bit confident to make some healthy and delicious dinner for your boyfriend the golden-haired basketball player to make him happy.

Without anyone noticing you stopped your work for a while, you began writing down the recipe that you need to make for him on a piece of paper and asking some of your friends who can cook on how to make certain foods and their secret recipe to make the food more appetizing before thanking them and ending the chat or the call.

As your eyes land on the clock watches in the corner of the office room, you realize you could go home and quickly make dinner for your husband. Packing up your bags as quick as you can, you began leaving the office room and going back to the apartment on a bus that you share together with Nash.

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Your hands gently scoop the diced tofu along with the seaweed into the pot but you didn't see how much tofu you add into the soup along with the miso powder so it doesn't have a strong flavor before serving it inside of a small bowl after serving the rolled omelet on the plate with the rice on the side.

After it was done, you carefully put the plate and the bowl on the table with Nash looking at the dishes. From the corner of your eyes, you notice he scrunches his nose a little bit but tried not to show it as his eyes land on the miso soup that you made for him. You tried to ignore it but you couldn't help but feel a little bit insulted.

"What's this.." Nash raises his eyebrows at you.

'It's..miso soup with omelet and rice." you told him nervously.

On the table, there was not only omelet, rice, and miso soup but there were also pickled vegetables and grilled salmon on the corner. He was foreign to the soup and the rolled omelet but he didn't want to complain about it so he took a spoon of the soup. Instead of enjoying it, the make spits it back out before he looks at you with such a glare.

"It doesn't taste good, are you even can cook?" He crosses both of his arms.

"I tried...." You mutter.

".. It's better you're not cooking anymore. It's horrible," he looks away, not realizing his words cut your heart like a knife embedded into your heart and shreds it.

"Fine, make your own food and never ask me to make food for you," You were done with his horrible treatment before spilling the soup away right in front of his face, making his eyes widen in surprise as his eyes watches you storming away from the kitchen with such cold eyes.

As you got inside the room, tears slowly slid down from your eyes before you curl yourself up on the bed and wiped the tears away. Those words from his lips instantly made your day change from nice into a bad day as your mind began flooding with thousands of opinions, 'Should I leave him?' and ' I tried to make him happy but is this how he repays me?'

But that thought was interrupted by the door opening to show your basketball player boyfriend, both of his eyes were different than before where it was holding much more tenderness. Nash carefully sat next to you as his arms slowly wrapped around you "Baby....I'm very sorry for what I did. My words really uncalled for, I just had a bad day because my team was beaten and I shouldn't have taken my anger out at you." he whispered to your ear.

"Please...forgive me, baby. I promise I will never do this again" He whispered once again.

"....Fine. If you don't like it, just....tell me what I did wrong instead of insulting me like that again," the tears stop flowing out slowly before your eyes meet with his eyes.

"I promise" the skin of his lips gently touched the skin of your forehead and gently kissing the tear marks on your cheeks.

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Haizaki Shougo - Fukuda Sōgō

Bless whoever his s/o is because he is almost the same level as Jason Silver but with the difference that only SIlver didn't raise his hands to hit the girl in the manga, Haizaki is another level.

He may be a laxer when it comes to not appreciating because I feel like he would only grumble and didn't eat the food if he thinks your food isn't good enough.

Or he wouldn't really comment that his place isn't clean enough when you cleaned your guys' house because I believe he doesn't mind if his place is dirty.

He just doesn't appreciate you enough to dress more sexily and putting more makeup to make yourself look hotter and he starts comparing you with his exes.

Also, he doesn't appreciate it if you keep don't want to have sex with him despite him already having you as his s/o. Without your knowledge, he would have six with another person who he thinks is hotter than you.

If you try to fight him back, he doesn't mind wrapping his hand around your neck and choking you as he did to Alex. He doesn't mind giving another bruise on you.

Despite Haizaki feels guilty after he knows what he did was very harmful to you. He's not like Nash and Silver who would look at you in the eyes when they say sorry.

In fact, he has trouble saying sorry so he would just leave you alone to have your own space and think about all of his actions. He wants to apologize but his ego is HUGE.

However, on the next day, you would find a bunch of other gifts that you like such as food, jewels, books, or other goodies that you really want for an apology and a messy note that he is sorry for what he has done.

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You know Haizaki is quite popular and almost everyone would invite him to their party even though he's a huge asshole, especially to his teammate in basketball and it did not stop those people to like him. You saw all of his friends are those people who would also bring their partner out or those typical 'players'.

You don't have a problem with them since they are either focusing on your boyfriend or their partner because most of them respect your space instead of harassing the two of you. It was your boyfriend with who you have a problem, his eyes would be looking at other girls' busts or asses even if you caught him red-handed.

Even though you wore those types of clothes to impress him and wore dark yet lusty makeup for him only, his eyes would also be landing on other guys or girls before a wolf whistle escapes from him. His actions weren't subtle at all. This makes you insecure a lot even if Haizaki always tells you 'She/he doesn't mean anything. I'm just messing around~" with his stupid grin.

It was not only once but it always happens to you every time he brings you out to the club together as he chases another girl instead of you. Sighing, you glance at your stupid boyfriend with silent anger for a long time until his eyes catch you glaring at him with disdain.

His grin was immediately replaced with a scowl, "What are you looking at? Stop glaring at me."

"I don't like it.."

"You don't like what?" He got more annoyed.

"You keep staring at other guys/girl while I'm here. Am I not enough for you" You hiss.

"What if you are. You look ugly in that dress/suit and it makes me fucking embarrassed for bringing you to this club. You look ugly as hell and those girl/guy looks even better than you. So, why don't you just shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing me," he snaps, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at you.

His words were more than hurtful both of your eyes widened in surprise. You didn't expect Haizaki would say that to you right in front of your face as his friends also looks at him with surprise. Sure, they were players but they have much more dignity than him and wouldn't hurt their partner like that.

"I see how it is....Alright, go home by yourself. I'm not gonna drive you home," you stood up before walking away.

A loud 'SHIT!' came out from his mouth as he stood up and tried to catch you but you were already gone in the crowds. He wanted to scream. not only he would go home on his feet instead of using your car but he also realizes that what he has done was totally fucked up. "Bro...you're really messed up. Even though I cheat a lot, I never said that to my girls," one of his buddies said.

"Shut the fuck up! I know! Just leave me alone," He stormed away from the club.

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On the next day, the hallways of the school were dim and it reminded you of how much an asshole of your boyfriend is as your eyes were bloodshot from crying too much along with eye bags underneath your eyes from lack of sleep. Your lips were chapped and your skin was pale from yesterday, it was an understatement that you look miserable.

Sauntering in the hallways, you catch a glimpse of a male looking around from the class before he quickly walks away as fast as he can. From the hair color, you knew it was your boyfriend but it was strange why he looks so scared and ran away, trying not to let anyone see him.

His actions made you curious before you trudges up to your classroom and walked up to your table. Your eyes widened as your eyes landed on top of the table where you usually sit, there were many objects on top of the table. There was a bunch of chocolates and an adorable teddy bear plushie he got from the arcade.

There was also a small note on the table beside the gift as you carefully pick it up and unfold the small letter in your hand. Even though it was a bunch of scribbled words, you were still able to read what was inside the small letter that he gave to you.

"I'm not good at apologizing but I'm fucking sorry what the word I said yesterday. You are fucking beautiful unlike other people, you are smart, funny, and fun to hang out with, and you are so goddamn gorgeous unlike the bitches that I dated, especially that bitch that used to be Kise's ex. I promise I would never say that to you again- from You're amazing boyfriend," You couldn't help but smile at the words in the letters and the promise he made as your eyes landed on the gift he bought for you.

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monstersinthecosmos · 1 month

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September 26, 1973

His things are neatly stacked by the hotel room door, waiting for the sun to come up, and he sprawls on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his gaze circling round and round, following the shape of orange light cast by the bedside lamp.

Nerves almost calm now, but the sedate white face flashes in his memory every time he closes his eyes. As the hours pass, these jolts of fear lose potency. Each a little weaker than the last, until it barely rouses him. Maybe he’s too tired, or too hungry. He’s not sure.

His stomach hurts.

It’s not really hunger anymore, maybe. Just pain, cramping around the memory of starvation. He glances towards the windows; curtains drawn but no light spilling through the cracks yet. Too early. He wonders when the cafes will start opening.

Fingers drum in little patterns against his hips. They take on a rhythm. Everything aches and his thoughts are scattered by music drifting in and out of his thoughts. His foot taps against the floor to the song in his head and he considers listening to the tapes again.

This song was everywhere when he was in high school. It bounces back and forth inside his skull and he remembers listening to it in Alice’s car. She used to belt out I wake up feeling sorry I met you! speeding down Route 15 after her boyfriend dumped her. Daniel bounces through the song, wondering how long ago that was.

What time is it over there, anyway? He can’t remember how the time zone works. Maybe he should follow up with that publisher.

“How can I fight a love that shouldn’t be?” he mumbles, barely singing, voice scratching into the empty room. “When it’s so deep, so deep, deep inside of me…”

It feels like Alice is dead already. And her fiance. Her mom and dad. Daniel’s mom and dad.

And Connie and Jeff and everyone else he’s ever met. Even himself. The shelf of tapes in his old apartment is like a graveyard now. And the fear rises again; not the way Armand had shattered him, but something murky. Swelling inside, throbbing in his poorly-healing neck wounds. He presses his fingertips against them, feeling for each hole. There would never have to be a trace of them if he’d stop picking, he knows that. It doesn’t make a difference anymore, though. He feels marked.

His eyes burn with sleep deprivation. For a moment he wonders if it would be safe enough to sleep for a few hours—maybe he can take off this afternoon. The sun would still be up, it might be okay. He thinks maybe he should fly somewhere far from here and sleep on the plane, though. Vancouver. Buenos Aires. Sydney.

Everything had happened too fast, back when he saw Armand. Whole body screaming in fear, unable to feel his face for a good three hours. But later, once all the sediment sank to the bottom of his head, he thinks he felt Armand’s presence in the wound. He rubs against it again, feeling the dull throb, wondering if it means Armand is nearby.

It reminds him of his dad. The way his war wounds used to ache when it was going to rain.

Armand doesn’t seem like the same person Louis described. Daniel’s hands twitch, and he turns to look at his bag. Thinks about listening to the tapes again, even though he probably has them memorized by now. As if one more time will really make everything make sense. He’ll hear something he missed before, some piece.

There were holes in Louis’s story, though, Daniel thinks. Or maybe some sense of dishonesty. Some emotional part that wasn’t in focus—perhaps even vampires lack that same self-awareness that people do. Because, sure, Armand was beautiful—Daniel saw it himself—and perhaps to Louis he was the patient mentor, perhaps he was wise and kind. But he’d let his friends kill Claudia. And he’d let Louis kill his friends. And he’d locked Daniel in a basement—

You are like a dog, he remembers Armand saying, cutting through the fog. He presses two fingertips to the two scabs, unsure if he’s imagining it. The night Armand took him… what?

When had pain started turning him on?

He lost his virginity to one of his classmates in junior year, on an ugly orange couch in her basement lounge. They were sneaking shots out of her parents’ liquor cabinet and she kept playing the same side of Sgt. Pepper over and over, kept starting it again instead of flipping the record, but Daniel was buzzed and horny so he didn’t complain. Anyway. She’d scratched up his back pretty bad, and it was nice. Overwhelming, and it would take a few more partners before he would start narrowing down what he liked in bed.

No one’s ever really been too rough with him, though. And he hasn’t really asked. And he knows now that vampires disarm you, they trick you, so coming in your fucking pants when they attack you might not be Daniel’s fault.

Maybe he’s been ruined, because he’s hard again, just thinking about it.

The strength. The steady hands on him.

Strength had turned him on when he first slept with a man. And that, too, took a few partners before he started understanding his type. He closes his eyes, relaxes into the bed, still anxious but exhausted enough to allow himself a break.

Armand was short, definitely looked like a teenager. Not Daniel’s type at a glance, except for that sense of his power. Of danger, Daniel starts to tell himself, but rubs over his pants with his free hand. He still touches the scabs on his neck, wincing as he digs a nail into the edge.

Daniel had fucked one of his professors, back in his first year. His film lit professor, who invited him for a drink when he’d stayed after class to talk about Persona. It hadn’t been like the couple of nervous makeout sessions he’d had with boys in high school, with anxiety shredding through his whole body the entire time. Not like the fumbling handjobs in a friend’s car. No, this maybe felt like a man.

Stronger, and Daniel hadn’t been able to stop staring at the veins in the backs of his hands as he sipped his wine, or the soft blonde hair on his forearms that peeked out from beneath the red sweater. And sex had been fun, up until then, as a kid, not really knowing what the fuck he was doing, but it had never felt like this, with someone so confident in control.

Armand was clean shaven, and would be forever, not like Daniel’s professor. Armand’s jaw won’t leave the insides of Daniel’s thighs pink afterwards.

It’s hypothetical, anyway, Daniel thinks. Louis made it sound like vampires don’t like sex, and for some reason that sorta makes sense. But he lifts his hips, enough to slide his pants down, enough to curl his fingers around the tender head of his cock. And he remembers how his professor had lifted him by the thighs, pinned him against the door frame to suck the skin below his ear. The weightlessness he’d felt, the way his stomach flipped when his feet lifted from the ground, but the way it tangled into the arousal.

Armand could do this, Daniel knows. He would bite, though.

He gasps as his thumbnail finally finds give against the scab, as he tears at his healed skin in the wake. Needling, sharp pain for a moment, and he feels how the blood rushes in, feels it trickling down the side of his neck. He strips harder at his cock, cupping his hand around the blood to keep it from getting on his shirt, and it stings as his palm makes contact.

“Fuck,” he hisses, but doesn’t stop.

Something disarming about his professor, about being cared for, about the warmth in the blue eyes as he sized Daniel up. Daniel doesn’t always have the best filter, has a short fuse for mouthing off, but even discussing the film over a glass of wine, feeling like the lecture never ended, hadn’t bothered him. Made him feel special or something, made him feel safe. Not disarming like how the vampires had been; not some sinister energy trying to rearrange his brain. It had been, just… something else.

He remembers it now, for some reason. Doesn’t think of Jeff or any of the others. Goes back to that first time, and how it had been a little frightening, overwhelming, how he’d felt so small.

Armand is short. Not small, really. Curvy in the places it matters. But he makes Daniel feel that same way, that fragile. That overwhelmed. His neck still stings, and his palm is sticky against the trickling blood, and he tries to remember how it felt to be bitten.

To be fed on.

His toes curl inside his sneakers, and he digs a heel into the floor, arching his back as he comes. And he’d saved his shirt from the blood, but not from he pearly load that paints across his belly. Breath heaves in his chest and his ears ring as the release pulses through him, and he tries to relax again.

There’s a tiny voice telling him to hang onto the feeling for as long as he can, to enjoy the glow, because he can’t remember the last time he felt good. His body goes lax against the mattress, and he can feel his pulse slowing in his hand, still holding there until he’s sure the bleeding has stopped. The fizzy, irrational light-headedness, the warmth of the orgasm, the blessed quiet nearly convinces him that being almost-murdered was the best sex of his life.

For a blissful minute he floats, doesn’t question it. Holds the doubt at bay and tries to just stay with it.

Because it will disgust him soon, and he knows it. The haze will clear and he’ll remember where he is, remember his clothes are dirty, remember he has to flee, remember he forgot to shower.

And he’ll wonder how long before his parents realize he’s gone, and he’ll feel bad he forgot to send Alice’s RSVP back. How long before he feels bad that his dad is disappointed in him? At least he’s still too angry for that, but while the cum soaks into his t-shirt and goes cold, he’ll ask himself if he’s a bad son, if he was a bad person.

He lets go of his neck, stares at the rusty smear in his palm, how it darkens the crease of his lifeline. He covers his eyes with his right hand.

It’s not that he feels guilt for disappointing his dad. It feels a million miles away, too unimportant. More that it’s a cold fact now, something etched into him. Part of his old life, and it doesn’t matter anymore, except that he knows it’s how he will be remembered.

You died a disappointment.

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#vamptember 1973 #stuff i wrote #daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #LMAO SO IVE BEEN X-POSTING TO AO3 IN MARCH #i had a few more days that i never posted here but i waited until they were up on ao3 so #anyway now im in a panic i have ilke 2 days before i catch up to myself and have to finish or else ill look like a fool #wish me luck 😂

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marshmallowprotection · 11 months

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How *would* Suit Saeran react to Ray’s assistant?

Well, right off the bat, I need to talk about Suit Saeran as we know him in Ray Route. He wakes up in the basement, alone, sick, and he can feel the waves of elixir in the back of his throat. Ray was tortured for hours because he turned against Mint Eye. He kissed you, lied to his Savior, and debated if he could run away from this place and live as a free man without fear with you.

He risked everything and now he has paid the ultimate price. So, the pain Saeran feels at that moment is anger and despair. He knows the Savior won't hesitate to punish them again for this. He knows what's supposed to happen next, and he takes on the role of a monster with every intention of destroying everything that could risk his safety or Ray's.

That's because Suit Saeran acts with the intention of surviving in hellfire. No matter what it takes to survive, he will do it. Even if he becomes a monster in the process. His actions were a manifestation of trying to be everyone who hurt him, and even then, he couldn't truly become the people who hurt him.

He donned a suit too big for him like his father to feel like a monster and he tried to do what his mother did by holding back food for a day while you were trapped in a room. He tried to recreate what hurt him, thinking that was the only way, spurred on by what he'd learned from Rika, and knowing what happened to Ray for fighting it. He had to be strong in the right way. In Mint Eye, being strong means owning your demons and becoming them.

To stay alive... to keep Ray from being erased... to maintain your life in that room... he became a monster. Make no mistake, he is lost when he wakes up because nothing makes sense to him. Ray was willing to drop everything for you. He shunned the safety of Magenta and let a dream of something they can never have take control of him. Why in the world would he do that?

Why would he risk everything for some... nobody like you?

Suit Saeran is trying to be a monster. He is trying to scare everyone away. He is trying to break everything so he doesn't get hurt again. If he lashes out and proves his demons are strong, he'll survive. That's what he was taught. Rika instilled the fear of God into him by warning him that he needs to destroy to survive, and that's that.

Yet, at his core, this is a character that is bouncing between hurt and misguided "protection." He acts with the goal of beating people down so they don't fight back. Stop fighting, his mind wants to say, you'll... end up in the basement. They'll destroy you. Stop it. Submit. Give it up and let go. There's no winning here. You will lose. Just accept that Mint Eye is the only place for us. It's this or nothing. I either suffer in this place for crumbs of happiness or I leave this place and my father kills me.

He acts out of malice because there is no other way to survive or get by in Mint Eye. He has to be strong, in this way to get out. Add that on top of him not understanding you as a person, feeling angry that you and Ray caused him and suffering, and worse… how you won't break or crumble from the torture, and that you don't even hate him for doing horrible things in the end...

It's like he wants to self-destruct just to make it all end. "Scrub my head clean. I don't want to exist anymore," is what he says when the realization of what he's done and what's been done to him is finally starting to set in.

So, changing direction, what does it mean when Suit Saeran doesn't have the ability to wake up in the basement? What happens when he wakes up in a different situation? V's BE1 makes it clear that Saeran is interested in you... he's just lingering beyond the surface, and he does want to have you just like Ray does. Do you want that? Ray lets you in on that "secret" because he knows that Saeran will surface eventually and corner you.

Not that he minds.

If he and Saeran are on the same page, that's fine by him. Rika said you belong to them now. You belong to Ray, which means you belong to Saeran, too.

Now, I'm going to show you the two phone calls you're allowed to get with Suit Saeran in V Route. You get these during the brief period in that route when Ray has overwhelmed himself from despair and his fear of losing you. Ray gets what he always wanted, he got a chance to torture V for hurting him, but it doesn't do what Ray thought. The torture feels good for a while... until it doesn't.

He hesitated in the middle of the cleansing. Then, you were taken away from him. Those two things together were enough to break Ray's constitution. He lost the one person he always wanted to be close to and making V pay for everything he did didn't feel as good as he wanted it to. In fact, it felt bad in the end. He couldn't take it. His mind just couldn't accept what happened. In his influx of emotions, he shut down and Suit Saeran woke up.

His words tell us about what he thinks of you in this context. In this world where he didn't wake up with hatred directed towards you or Ray's kiss. So, what do I think he thinks of Ray's Assistant when I've been granted insight into this perspective?

If you ask me, you are a curiosity. You are something he doesn't understand. It's not that he understands you in the context of most situations, but in this specific moment, it can be said that he doesn't understand why you are so fascinating in the first place.

What is it about you that makes Ray so infatuated? What makes you feel good in the first place? He wants to know what makes you tick... so, you'll make him tick.

It's no different than him seeing you as a toy to play around with. I often make this allegory a lot where I point out that Suit Saeran sees you as a toy, and that is something that can be replaced or played roughly with because it's just a toy. Ray, on the other hand, thinks of you like a porcelain doll. It's something you take extra special care of and place on a shelf so you can admire it for ages.

It's a bout of objectification but it's used in opposing ways if that makes sense. You are a possession in many ways but the way that they treat you is contradictory. Yet, it is so similar at the same time. It's two sides of the same coin, and why you shouldn't let your guard down around either of them when it comes to Bad Endings. There is always going to be a threat that you need to watch out for.

When I think about him in this situation where you are an assistant and nothing more, the only thing I can imagine is that you are going to be used as a stress ball. He can corner you and push you around all because you're stuck with him and there's nobody else to go. It's obvious that he wants to push somebody around and torment them for the sake of doing it.

Oh, it's not like he hates you or anything, he just wants to see what will make you break down and cry. There is a difference between the hate he has in the other route and what he would feel in the context of this situation. He wants to break you apart and see what makes it hurt. He wants to see you squirm... for fun!

He wants to have "fun" with you.

You decide what that means.

This is about being able to have something so nobody else can have it. That's why he wants to make sure you understand that he's going to take you and you're going to enjoy it.

You're going to enjoy it because he's going to enjoy it.

Don't you want to know all of the things Ray thought about? Don't you want to know all of the things he's thought about? Don't you just want to get to experience everything the two of them have thought about doing to you? Don't you want to do it with them? Doesn't your silly little head want something good? Don't you want to know all of those fantasies?

Well, it's too bad if you don't want to know everything, you're going to find out because he doesn't intend on letting you get away. If I had to say that Ray and his assistant would have an unhealthy situation with dependency and infatuation... I would say that Suit Saeran would give you something suffocating and dangerous because he might go way too far... further than Ray would go... at least, further than Ray will go before he's comfortable with you.

[Ray's Assistant Post]

#ask #anon #mystic messenger #mysme #mm #assistant au #suit saeran #saeran choi #choi saeran #saeran mysme #saeran mystic messenger #saeran mm #mm saeran #mysme saeran #mystic messenger saeran #mod kait #character analysis

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marinetteplztakeabreak · 9 months

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My personal “screaming about the lack of Ladynoir in the finale” post TM

Don’t know how to preface this???

this isn’t hate for the finale,

this is more, me reveling in the Angst of what they Chose Not To Put and screaming and wailing about how ladynoir has me in a chokehold

Im coming to terms with the s5 finale and finding bits of hope for my Ladynoir heart, etc. And i have decided that the finale has a ton of very very cool potential.

But i still can’t stop imagining… what if Adrien had gotten the messages from Ladybug??? What if he was About to give up being Chat Noir and give in to hopelessness and nightmares and terror and the cage he was trapped in and THEN (probably via Plagg, they could make it work) he got the frantic terrified messages from ladybug that were like “hi where ARE you?!?!?! Kitty cat come in NOW i NEED YOU!!?!? Hawkmoth knows my identity i think i am going to die i am all alone please please please show up i need you pick up pick UP.”

What if he was like. “Oh.” And his world just. Shifted. He thought his worst fear was ending the world as chat or being trapped even further by transforming in front of his father and being Caught but now Neither of those matter… now the only fear is just… not being Enough for ladybug… the fear of losing her or letting her down or making her feel as alone and abandoned and hopeless as he does right now????

What if he just????? Transformed without a moment of hesitation??? What if he was there taking to her on the phone coaching her through breathing and telling her he promised she would be okay and he promised he would be proud of her no matter what happened???? What if his own nightmares and fears started slipping through on the call and SHE turned around and reassured HIM that she trusts him fully and if he can’t trust himself he can at least trust HER judgement????? What if they both managed to avoid the mind control by being Each Others’ alliance?????

What if Ladybug found out that Chat Noir was in London ,,, because if Her identity’s been revealed to Monarch and she’s In His House than it’s Already going to hell and secrets don’t matter anymore, it just matters that they trust each other??? All they ever WANTED was to be open and trust and now its all they have left??? And theres not identity reveal or speculation bc it doesnt MATTER right now it just matters to SURVIVE or at LEAST be together for the end.

What if she told him not to come to Paris because it’s too dangerous to be in the same spot and he was like “im so sorry but i Cannot do that i cant leave you there Alone” and she was like “i know. and i love you. And id do the same. And that’s also why i cant tell you who monarch is or where the house is because i KNOW you’ll come here and i cant stop you. We cant both be in his grasp i just need you on the phone”

What if she fought in the basement for her life while getting support from him whilst he rallied all the other heroes and the resistance across the surface of paris???? What if we had ladybug and chat noir fighting the same battle on two different fronts, both Very Aware of each others’ situation nonstop,,, working as a Team despite the distance????? What if chat was just nonstop doing everything he could to reassure ladybug that they were doing okay and everyone supported her and he Trusted Her to do anything because the nightmares were STILL debilitating for everyone including them and they couldnt afford for either of them to get akumatized or even DISTRACTED and they just told puns and reminded each other when to use their powers and when to breathe?????

And chat could be captured or whatever and have to call out to ladybug and she could be like “send me your kwami its okay you did so good, i’ll be okay ill see you again”

Bug noire could still happen but it would be a strategic choice BOTH of them made TOGETHER with pain and love mixed together rather than the result of major decisions that they both were forced to make Independantly with no communication only fear and guilt and lonliness???

I dont know how to explain this but this is not salt this is not hate towards the episode this is just,,,, UGH this show has made me SO INVESTED in the dynamics and they had a CHANCE to do stuff and make it so fun and they DIDNT ,,,, they CHOSE to make it darker and grittier this time and i think it’s probably going in a cool direction,,, i think that ladybug and chat noir are gonna have some Fun (for me not for them) things to Discuss after this and some brand new abandonment issues combined with weird bits of Hope that Apparently they can survive on their own, all in a messy weird blurry pool of fears and relief and guilt and lonliness!!!!! And there’s so much to explore

But ALSO i miss my ladynoir goddammit i miss when it was the ladybug and chat noir show and i feel a little bit hollow seeing how ALONE!!! BOTH OF THEM were!!! this entire finale!!!!!!!!! Why are they ALONE those are my LADYNOIR they are PARTNERS do not SEPARATE THEM!!!! Stop doing PLOTS and HARD DECISIONS and IN CHARACTER MISTAKES to them and PLEASE just let them be perfect and together anyways aaaaaaaaa

(Bonus u can read the absolute essay i accidentally put in my tags for more scrambled thoughts)

#ml spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml s5 finale #ml recreation #ladynoir #me screaming #ml meta #i guess #i have no idea how to tag this #complicated feelings where i loved the finale i think #but also WOW did that hurt #which is kinda #proof of how impctful these chatacters are #and how hard this show makes you root for relationships #ive been thinking for So Long and i am just SURE #that after the themes and narratives this show has chosen to hold dear and make the audience care about #there is No Way this is the end of ladynoir #but i fear it may be Migrating #it might have to Go Away for a little while to let some character development happen #and i can imagine so many cool scenerios with ladynoir falling apart conflict #and so many ways for them to fall apart and fall back together #but all of them HURT like HECK and AAAA #i think the long post filter will help this and i wont have to add a read more but if theres issues with it being too long lmk #also whoopsie didnt mean to put essay in tags #i just. i have soooo many feelings #waaaaa #please please friends i am begging #someone write fanfiction of ladynoir being togeyher in the finale #just for . like. being in denial reasons #for reveling in the past and the eventual future reasons

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siremasterlawrence · 11 months

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The Frat Initiative Part 3 - 4

This former house with friends now is a den of major sin a frag house controlled by a dom nerd and the two studs totally stripped of old memories.

Chris is bush constructing a thrown with aid of an assortment of materials to build a one of mind treasure for me his king with the aid of Sebastian.

Leaving me the time to set the trap for my next victim their older brother who is way too frequent in his visits to the property in a weekly visit.

His shadow can be seen adorning the front door in an annoying way he knocks the door swings open to his surprise he steps in to an empty home.

One large thud sends him flying in to the hall way where I wait for him quietly he slips on an orange peel sending his head on the wall he falls forward.

He drops unconscious to the floor in a deep panic he attempts to stand up a few minute later and he leans back down in soaring pain.

Clapping loudly with the sound bounces on he knelt down by his swell buff body hard and radiating with fear as my hands slip in to his pants.

I begin to grope his tense, hard and tender body feeling him up and down no torso til I

reach his cock I begin to pump him slow and then vigorously.

In pride I flip my shirt pocket open taking a vial with a plastic tin on top and dig a ring needle pricking it and fill it up to the service of the bottle.

Removing it I place it on the ground on top of paper I lay on the floor preparing the skin site and inject him one hard jab the nano tech falls in to the blood stream.

Going in to action I watch the blood on a fire high boil percolating in a steamy effect I can see the serum lose it spreading throughout his body.

Micro chip settles on the back of his neck in a multicolor patch significantly giving me the full range control over his mind, body and soul.

“Master did it work?” Chris ask walking in to the room with my thrown.

“Please say yes” Sebastian begs.

“Obviously! Don’t be stupid” I yell.

“Sorry sir “ they say in sync.

“Thank you Chris!”

“Well crafted”

“I am so beaming with pride.”

“I’m filled with love”

“Taking him to the basement “

“Strip him of his clothes”

“Begin the processing “

“Yes Master”

“Did we do well?”

“Most definitely “

“Mmmmmm”

“Hurry up !”

“YES SIR!”

“Precisely “

“Hhhhhhhheeeeellllllooooooo!”

“Anyone there?”

“Hey kiddo down here”

“Master he is here”

“Go inject him”

“I love it “

“I love you “

“Kiddo”

“Dad? Are you ok?”

“Give me a hug”

“Yeah sure!”

“Sorry kid! It’s for the best”

“Wait! What dad?”

“Ssssshhhhhhhh!”

“Aaaahhhhhh….ffffuuuccckkkk”

“He will fuck you “

“In to the elevator we go”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Off…go”

“I am your everything “

“I am your world”

“Set him up”

“Just like your dad”

“You will succumb “

“No other choice “

“You will agree”

“Soon”

“Soon…yeah”

“This is my jock body”

“Yours”

“I own you “

“You own”

“Me”

The end

The Frat Initiative 5 - 6

The second eldest brother to Chris, Ian and Sebastian waltzes in to the room with his son in hand.

I type in a few codes in to the lap top main frame and it is so amazing to see it go to work.

I can’t help myself staring at the man on the

screen so tall, muscled and magnificent you I can’t believe what I see.

He is a man alright long boar and main line a lion so built like a tank only toppled with a sexy bubble butt.

I can bounce a quarter on it and it would fall right back in to my palm I like to squat it so hard he cries.

My tongue is squirting like crazy to imagine how I would use this sexy titan from the army.

Snapping my finger they all jump to right fully standing at attention for me the one and only commander.

“You guys exasperate me.”

“This is the last few “

“It’s fine”

“Should we go up?”

“Drop the gas bomb instead “

“The right lever”

“Yes Master”

“Good boi”

“I am your light”

“Tying him down “

“Inject him “

“Begin the process “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“BABY”

“Master”

“Uh huh”

“Master Lawrence “

“That’s better”

“I love that “

“Me cupping your chin”

“It’s fantastic “

“I am complete”

“Bake this shit for your son”

“Mix my formula”

“Give it to him”

“Inject it “

“Guide him”

“Lead him back to me”

“Serve me”

“Love me”

“Kiss me”

“Oooooohhhh”

“Master Lawrence “

“My love”

“This is so hood”

“Face me”

“I am your man”

“You belong to me”

“I give in to you “

“Hold on to me”

“Your body “

“Your waist”

“Master “

“Master Lawrence “

“Can I kiss you ?”

“Naturally”

“My king”

“Kneel”

“Suck me off “

“Undo my pants”

“Dummy “

“Suck me off “

The end

#ian bohen #brenton thwaites #colton haynes #android #robot #mind control #mind control chip #henry cavill

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venuswrites777 · 1 year

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THE BACK OF THE CLASS.

Yandere Bully x Shy Reader. (Sorry for my bad English)

⚠️Color code: Red and Orange. (if you don't know about my color code, please check my pinned post)

Please run away if you don't like: mentions of murder, abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, kidnapping, stalking and other ugly things...

One morning in school, you and your friend were walking in the corridors, talking about all types of themes, but by accident, your shoulder collided with him... That guy you would never have liked to know, but here you are now, he sees through your eyes and the fear wins, you take your friend and run away. He just stays seeing how you run away from him.

—Running away… Bad choice. —He just continues his way.

Your friend starts to get popular after some time, obviously, she is beautiful and she can become a cheerleader so you start to lose her, and… after that party, things go down.

—After all, I did for you, you took the nerve to stab my back!! —She screams at you angrily, her messy hair and her makeup ruined by crying.

—Please, listen…

—No, I don't have anything to listen to… You are a fucking monster. —And now you are alone, she goes with the cool "kids" and you are alone, in the back of the class or that's what you think because he starts looking for you, all you love and everything you care about.

—You want to… Study with me?? —You ask, so confused, he looks so happy and something is off, so running away is the best option at this point, but he puts his hand on you and stops you from escaping.

—I recommend you to not run away, I love your fear, but it will be worse if you dare to… —You don't understand but you feel something is going to get a bad ending. —And, for your bad, if you don't accept I can go with your brother.

—He doesn't have anything related to you. —You said trying to get his hand away from you but it didn't work.

—Well, he's going to be related to me if you don't accept my invitation to be partners in this project.

—...Fine… You win. But stay away from my brother.

A yandere Bully who is always behind you bothering you and making your life a horrible hell, he sits in the back of the class just behind you, and he plays with your hair because he loves your smell. When your skin touches his skin by accident he feels like in heaven. And that's why he always pins you on the wall after classes grabbing your neck and telling you things that you don't like.

—I love your fear, it tastes good. —And everyone knows what's going to happen next.

You were shy but when others start to have conversations with you and make you happy, he loses his temper and without hesitation makes their lives something that no one can handle, making them leave you or in the worst of cases, commit suicide. (And if they don't get away from you he kills them)

—Stop doing that!! —You begged, fighting to escape his grab, in the middle of the night in the back of a car, your legs open by force… And you cry with fear. —This is not funny!!! Please, stop!!

—Aaw, do you really think I'm going to leave you just because you beg?? Sorry honey, but… That turns me on!!! —And he puts his hand over your mouth with a big smile and a little laugh.

And now you are here in the basement of his house, tied and in a bad state, you can't even walk because of what he did before this. You can see the bodies of some of your classmates, you are so scared breath is even impossible.

—At least, your brother will be okay. —He kisses your lips but you refuse, and with that, you write your death sentence (not literally)

#yandere x reader #yandere bully #yandere writing #yandere drabble

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 1 year

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Breaking Up with Giselle

(Yan!Giselle x GN Reader)

******

“YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! ARE YOU TOO BLIND TO SEE THAT I AM CLEARLY THEIR GIRLFRIEND?!? Don’t worry too much though. I like people who are unable to see my baby and you won’t be seeing anything real soon.”

******

Congratulations! You fucked up big time.

Somehow you managed to pick the only route where you see from your own two eyes Giselle’s “hobby.” And trust me, that isn’t a good thing. Killing anyone who poses a threat to “stealing” you from her isn’t something you would expect your girlfriend, well, ex-girlfriend, to be capable of.

She would have too many emotions going on in her head when you announced you were breaking up with her. She wouldn’t move, even as you walked away from her.

You gained Giselle’s love and trust the moment she met you. Then you decided to figuratively stab her in the back. It’s almost funny how she manages to cry as much as her victims do when she literally stabs them in the back. Don’t worry though, she won’t stop loving you. She trusts you just as much as she did before the breakup, but realizes how naive you truly are. It’s endearing really. You poor thing. You must have been manipulated till you couldn’t tell the difference between left from right. She wasn’t the type of girlfriend who you have to stay with 24/7. As much as she loved you, you both had your own lives. As long as you were thinking about her and made her feel like the only girl in the world when you were together, she was fine. Now she sees where she messed up.

In her eyes, she clearly hadn’t done a good enough job with keeping you safe and to herself. Don’t worry too much though. She always fixes her mistakes, starting off with who you are leaving her for. If you really do have a new girlfriend, it’s much easier for Giselle. If you don’t, she will find some girl who clearly is your new girlfriend despite their objections. Maybe that coworker who called you to switch shifts with or if you’re still in school, that classmate who asked you what she missed when she was absent. Whoever it is will get shot in front of you. The girl doesn’t need an explanation, she already knows what she did wrong.

Giselle will keep you locked up until you start loving her like you used to. She needs to cleanse your mind from the manipulation. If you behave during the process, she will keep you in a nice furnished basement with no need of being tied up. You have full access to everything and it’s just like a normal home. The only differences are that the only door out is locked, no windows, and the indoor cameras seem to follow your every move. It won’t be too hard to forget about that though. There are plenty of games and activities to bond with your girlfriend with!

If you misbehave though, you will be staying in a cold, dark storage room. You will be upgraded to the basement once you stop hurting her feelings. You wouldn’t be able to move an inch with the way you were tied up. If you were able to move,, your fingertips would have been able to touch the wall across from you while leaning against the door. It would be a claustrophobic nightmare. To go to the bathroom or eat, you had to yell out how much you needed Giselle. This way you can be trained to start relying on her again. It’s a mocking sight to see her open the door with the biggest smile greeting you. With the only light source coming from her direction that she almost looked like a heavenly angel.

If you decided to be a total brat and be mad at her for getting rid of the obstacle in your relationship, she might start to lose some patience. If she had enough of you being ungrateful, she would explode at you. She wouldn’t touch you while she’s mad in fear of hurting you. It would be your first time hearing her yell because she is usually her calmest with you around. After she finishes her rant, she would look down and take a deep breath. Looking back up, she would start smiling at you once again, calling you silly and how you shouldn’t talk to your girlfriend like this.

Once you start to get your act together and are ready for the outside world again, she will remind you not to leave her. If you do, she will pay your family and friends a visit. If you do anything that makes her think that you are straying away from her love, she whispers your parent’s address in your ear. She has also made arrangements to get rid of your family if you try to call the police on her. She won’t be arrested for long anyways considering the fact that you don’t have proof that she did anything. She covers her tracks well. Besides, she can buy the silence of a few corrupt cops. What can’t money do?

Finally, you two can live happily ever after. Fate has already told her you were destined for each other.

Just you and Giselle.

******

“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T LOVE ME! WE HAVE BEEN IN LOVE THE MOMENT WE MET EACH OTHER AND YOU ARE TRYING TO THROW THAT ALL AWAY! I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU GET RID OF ALL THE MANIPULATIONS THAT BITCH HAS BEEN TELLING YOU! I GOT RID OF HER FOR US AND THIS IS HOW YOU REACT?!?”

*Giselle breaths calmly*

“Babe, you know you shouldn’t be this mean to your girlfriend. It makes me sad. Since I’m your girlfriend, it hurts when you joke like this. Don’t do it again. It was silly of me to see it as anything other than a joke.”

******

Subby Anon :3

I will repeat myself, but, subby Anon, you're really talented in writing. You should definitely open your own blog, because you would have success, I'm sure about it.

Other than that, yeah, yandere Giselle is a freaking Psycho, and not in the Red Velvet way. This could easily be the transcription of something that really happened, because it's so much realistic.

But, Hey, subby Anon, I know that you like it, despite being a walking-talking Red flag.

Lots of love bestie ❤️

Zazá

#kpop #kpop girls #ask me anything #aespa giselle #yandere

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