#but im going to attempt to keep this lighthearted LMAO

[fluffypotatey]

okay so:

the year is 2021. the month is june. the new season of hermitcraft, season 8, has just started, and everything is great! the hermits are all messing around, having fun, building insane things within the first week of the server being active, and generally having a good time. everyone's collected themselves into little factions, pranking each other, and it's all the fun, lighthearted, mostly-vanilla content hermitcraft is known for.

and then the split between minecraft versions 1.18 and 1.19 is announced. the delay of new terrain, and especially of new mobs like the warden, considerably disrupt several of the hermits' plans. but it's fine, they'll figure something out, they're professionals, and it mostly goes unnoticed.

about two weeks later, on november 9th, grian turns to mumbo jumbo in one of his episodes, and asks the famous question that would seal hermitcraft season 8's fate:

"mumbo, is the moon... big?"

suddenly, the fans panic. they search back through videos and streams, and realize that the moon had been abnormally large and stuck in a full-moon phase since october 30th. the Moon Big event has begun.

this is where the roleplay really starts. once the moon's size has been brought up, the hermits start a weird combination of scrambling to figure out why the moon's growing, and how to stop it- but also of ignoring it, hoping it won't be a problem, hoping someone else will deal with it. the moon keeps getting bigger, more hermits start realizing it's going on, and a creeping sense of dread starts to grow. but it's fine. it's fine, right? they do little plotlines like this all the time. they'll figure something out, the moon will go back to normal, and we'll laugh about it when this is all over. it's fine.

and then, blocks start flying away. just floating up out of the ground, and falling right back down! like for a moment, a square meter chunk of dirt has decided it's a ballerina and leaped out of the ground! but it's fine, right? the blocks are coming back. no lasting harm is done. they're going to fix it all... right?

the moon gets bigger. it's growing every day- local hermit weirdguy joe hills measures it every stream. the blocks start flying higher. gravity starts getting... weird, with players getting the slow falling effect at random, and being lifted off of the earth themselves. the players form cults and rituals and whatnot to try and appease the moon, convince it to leave them alone, making plans to escape. nothing works. things keep getting worse, and the moon keeps getting bigger. but it'll be fine. these storylines never leave lasting harm, or at least they never have before. they'll be fine.

and then the blocks stop coming back, just floating into the sky forever. the players have the slow falling effect more than they don't now. the moon is now so big it's visible even during the day, and fills the entire sky at night. they start planning their escapes in earnest, and say their goodbyes. some hermits jump into a void hole in the overworld (it was the centerpiece of their village). some flee to the End, some to the nether, some just fly with elytras and hope they can get far enough away in time. one brave hermit, tango, flies himself to the moon in a futile attempt to blow the whole thing up before it can crash.

but in the end, the moon crashes into the server, and everything they'd built was destroyed. and the whole time, there'd been nothing any of them could've done. season eight was over, a full six months before anyone had expected it to end, and season nine wouldn't start until about three months later. and im still not okay about it.

(here's a cool animatic of the moon's crash! honestly i dont think you need too much hermitcraft knowledge to get the gist)

(also the moon crash happened on the day before my birthday lmao.)

….

holy shit

#ok ok let me see if i have the timeline correctly: #1) s8 begins in June and so does the new update announcement #2) months go by with no issue (that they’re aware of) #3) it’s in November when they realize the moon has been growing #4) does the moon crash in January??? #but gawddam #that is one apocalypse story if I’ve heard of one #also fitting bc i think it was 2021 where we were getting a LOT of asteroid/moon fall movies #idk what was in the air (possibly the pandemic that led to unforced isolation & ppl coped with apocalypse stories) #and somehow that bled through to a Minecraft server???? somehow????? #wild #this also reminds me of an apocalypse movie i watched with a friend called ‘3 Días’ #very good movie btw #highly recommend (it is a Spanish only film which i don’t think will be an issue bc subtitles) #anyway #asks #smp 101 with gumy #hermitcraft edition!

[easy-revenge]

hey!! idk if tumblr ate my ask, the himeno brainrot has faded or if you just didn’t feel like it (which is so valid lmao no worries) but i would love to hear your headcanons for her!! xx

hiii so sorry !! i actually started answering ur ask when i was on vacation a couple weeks back and then i didnt have enough ideas and put it in my drafts....and to no one's surprise i forgot about it lmao so thank u for reminding me !!

also i can't NOT have himeno brainrot atp don't worry heheh

however im afraid I won't deliver too much on this bc instead of like individual headcanons ive mostly just filled in the blanks that canon left with my own things (often self-indulgent) and made up a life for himeno which i now basically treat as canon lmao (yes this is delusion central)

i will attempt this though but fair warning that a lot of the behaviors and things i associate with her aren't very wholesome or a jolly good time (i suffer daily with this brain)

(cw for mentions of addiction and a lil bit of drugs, i promise it gets more lighthearted after the first few ones lmao)

so, starting off strong, I don't think himeno spends a lot of her time sober. namely, i headcanon her almost always running on some kind of buzz. i think it's established that she handles her liquor well so i dont think it would be noticeable at work, but considering she trained under kishibe for a long time, i can see her having a flask of her own and sipping at it throughout the day.

in the same spirit, i think she would also take any opportunity to properly get wasted. friday nights with aki at her apartment, outings with the people from work etc, especially if she doesn't have work in the morning. i think maybe she believes she's more fun to be around when drunk.

i don't think these behaviors are about entertainment, but rather a way she's found to be more "functional" and able to keep doing what she does and uphold the carefree persona she's established, hence incorporating them into her life to the point of very rarely being stone cold sober.

i think she also doesn't like the idea of her family knowing about how she copes. maybe she doesn't answer her father's phonecalls sometimes, scared of sounding too noticeably drunk at noon on a tuesday. or she's often stressed about her sister's occasional surprise visits in case she comes over and finds himeno's place in disarray and her in a similar state.

apart from alcohol, which is basically canon, i once had a thought about himeno occasionally abusing pills. pain meds prescribed for recovering from a work injury hitting just right paired with some beer on the side one evening and boom yk. i bet it wouldn't be too hard for her, considering her line of work, to get her hands on opioids regularly enough, especially since the story is set in the 90s and doctors used to prescribe them left and right before the amount of patients getting dependent skyrocketed.

to complete the holy trinity of vices, again based on things mentioned in canon, i think himeno is also the type of person to sleep around a lot with distraction being the objective. she has a reputation for getting flirty and handsy with ppl from public safety when drunk and i think that speaks for itself. this is not inherently a vice ofc, but in her case I don't think she engages in this behavior being sound of mind. it almost never happens when she's sober and i headcanon her often regretting it at least briefly the next day.

oof that was a lot lmao. um chill anyways, on a lighter note i have a couple thoughts about her relationship with aki !!

i think it's a habit for them to take care of each other's injuries after missions. im actually writing a fic about aki showing up at himeno's doorstep, bleeding and expecting to be taken care of in his own begrudging, stuck up way lmao. i think himeno is less likely to straight up go to his house for that, but i see them leaving public safety and going home together to shower and bandage their wounds in companionable silence.

additionally to that whole thing, i personally do believe that their relationship could've had a non-platonic side to it, albeit still casual in its nature. leaving that aside, i think they share quite a bit of affection and physical touch regardless, considering how casually we see them invading each other's personal space in canon. so i think they sleep in the same bed a lot, after tending to each other's wounds, or getting too drunk in himeno's living room. i think it took a while for aki to stop being tense and relax into it, but they settled into a comfortable zone and it was sth they both needed more than they would ever admit.

fujimoto once talked about himeno and said that she is the type to leave a lot of her stuff behind at aki's place and u better believe i ran with it. clothes, hair brushes, a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, you can't change my mind. i also think that to some extent it goes both ways. himeno has a shitload of aki's tupperware at her place, from all the food he brings her weekly, and she never washes them unless aki comes over to do it himself and by the time he decides to take some back, there's always more. black hair ties are often littered in her bathroom cabinets and on one of her night stands. a book on her windowsill that aki brought to read before bed once and then never took home.

not to get dark again, but talking about them is bound to make me sad sooner or later :) based on the way she thinks about aki's death in canon, i think she would often panic when thinking about aki's shrivelling lifespan, especially at the beginning when aki had a lot of years to spare and surely used the sword more freely. i imagine her being restless in her bed with aki sleeping next to her, feeling compelled to check on his breathing or his pulse. reach over and touch his hand to feel him alive and warm, hoping it would soothe her to sleep.

i also think she's there a lot of the times aki cries. i bet the first time she saw him was accidental, or at least not a conscious decision on aki's part. i also bet himeno didn't really know what to think of it initially, but soon looked at aki under a different light bc of it. i think aki finds comfort in himeno being in the same room as the tears spill from his eyes after a day of watching people die. and i think himeno loves giving him that, even though it tugs at her chest in uncomfortable ways she can't quite point out.

i feel compelled to but i won't go into the whole being in love with aki situation, because first of all its not even a headcanon but very much there and secondly i will ramble indefinitely about how i think her pining for him would manifest and this is already a huge post god bless

on a slightly different note before i bring this to a close, i like thinking about her bond with kishibe a lot as well. it's not shown enough in the anime or manga, but i imagine them being friends. i think they would go out for drinks but more to talk than get wasted. i think they'd have the capacity to talk about very real things but also nothing at all. kishibe might be the only person himeno talks to properly about aki, aside from her letters to her sister, because he shares the same life as her and inevitably has more space tl understand. maybe kishibe gets to talk a bit about quanxi too.

haha oh well :D that's all i have for now. if u read this far thank you and also im sorry lmao. hadn't sat down to microwave himeno like this in a hot minute i loved getting the opportunity to do it so thanks for the ask anon !! till next time ~

#answered #take a shot every time u read the word think in this #its 5am bear with me #himeno #himeno chainsaw man #akimeno #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man #chainsaw man headcanons #himeno headcanons #akimeno headcanons #csm

[wioaase]

I drank tonight but it wasnt enough to get me to want to write and i still feel sober but im making myself do it because i said i would :salute:

Types of dates skz would take you on:

Chan

Something educational

Would already know more about the topic

Goes out of his way to make sure you're engaged

I can't come up with any specific educational type dates but he'd wanna talk about all the things you both found cool afterwards

Constant asking if you've eaten enough

Def includes music at least somewhere

Minho

Is a cat cafe too cliche?

Good thing I'm too tired to care

Impressed by your natural ability to get pussy

Quietly decides he wants to figure out your secret to doing it which leads to more cute dates with cats

Can't help but admire you while you admire the cats

He almost likes you as much as his cats

Almost

Constant lighthearted and playful relationship

Teasing but gets upset if others tease you

Will send unsolicited cat pics at 2am then ask why you're up

Happy that you always respond despite giving you a hard time for staying up late

I'm out lmao

Chsngbin

Gym date?

Nah fuck that gyms aint for dates

Would wanna do something for you personally

Your Eyes MV where he's grillmaster 76

Picnic by the han river(also cliche?)

Would jokingly go to feed you and when you accept he gets slightly flustered

You're looking at the river but he's looking at you

Lots of photos taken

Offering his jacket because he thinks being near the water is cold

You disagree but take it to appease him

While happy you're no longer cold more distracted at how you look in his clothing

Coming up with excuses for you to keep his jacket so he can see you wearing it again

Hyunjin

Art

Doesn't matter what kind

Would wanna do something more interactive?

Take a pottery class together

He's obviously good at it but you suck

Two of you laughing at how bad your attempt is until he comes over and helps you

Sits behind you

Hands on yours

Is more focused on fixing your mess of pottery than turning it into a hallmark moment

Eventually trade pottery pieces because you liked his better

He holds onto yours as a memory more than anything else and keeps it somewhere safe he sees often

Remembers more of laughing with you trying to fix it than making his own

Felix

Cafe hopping? Yes

A million cute cafes in the world and he has to see all of them

Keeps track of his favorite dishes from each cafe

After going to a couple cafes and gathering recipes he invites you over

Loves the cafe food so much he wants to make his own

✨️ Baking ✨️

You make a huge mess of the kitchen but finish each recipe

Watch reruns of a show you've both seen while waiting for the goods to bake

He falls asleep on the couch

You finish baking on your own

When things are finally cool enough to eat you wake him gently

Seeing you finish his baking while he rests mskes him genuinely happy

You eat together and agree its better than any cafe

He's already planning what cafe to go to next and come up with more reasons to have you over

Han

Would want something low-key because he does enough high-key stuff with the boys

At home self care day?

You both sleep in extra late

Fluffy pink bath robes

Bunny slippers to match

Your favorite drama in the background

Take turns doing each others nails

Dollar store face masks you picked out for each other

Not always talking, sometimes silent with the tv as background noise

It's comfortable

I'm starting to fall asleep so sorry

Maybe some noraebang while you're doing each others nails

Part of self care is just hanging out on the couch together and recharging from the stresses from the last week

Eye fungo yet t

[kleinstar]

i haven't read enough nu:carnival stuff to gauge canon so i'm skipping that part of the meme but this is a "favorite thing" about portrayal/muse anyways so let's go with that

i like how casual eiden is, like effortlessly so, whether it's dealing with hot dudes or annoying fangirls or vaguely dangerous non-human entities. he's very genuine as a person and wears his feelings (desires? lolol) on his sleeve, which i think makes him extra endearing because it's paired with kindness and sincerity. also it means he always ends up surprising me in memes and replies which? awesome, i love writing i can't predict lolol

it's like he's this giant safe zone where anything goes and nothing's too weird as long as you're not being cruel/evil and so it makes it fun to just throw whatever at him and see how he bounces it back. he's the quintessential rubber wall, bad stuff doesn't stick to him really, and this makes you want to hug him but also beat him up at the same time (or is this just me, idk it's complicated).

at the same time i do like how you let us peek into his more vulnerable side, because all his lighthearted relationships don't always give way to deeper, more intimate connections (beyond physical i mean) and i do get a sense of his loneliness behind the cheerfulness and innuendos. i appreciate sad eiden as much as happy eiden because you know, character depth and stuff and i AM curious to see how he'll deepen bonds here in isola away from his usual clan members (i mean, he already adopted a little brother which is cool, it'd be neat to see how much his "family" grows).

last but not least i didn't expect to app Wang Yi and have him end up in a FWB thing with Eiden but? ?? it's weirdly wholesome (like eiden himself actually now that i think about it) and they both seem genuinely content to leave it at that so who am i to complain; still, good thing Qin Xian isn't here or else he'd prolly try to murder Eiden unironically multiple times so i pray that day never comes b/c it'd suck to be responsible for his death!! ahem. (wait quincy won't smack wang yi either right i mean he already is, but i mean hit him again, man relationships are complicated)

anyways, he's a great guy who i think lives life to the fullest so he gets my thumbs up, keep spreading joy bruh

Please tell me your favorite things about my portrayal/muse?

LETHEEEE IM GOING EAT YOUR SON

thank you so much though i dont even know what to say other than thank you for loving the lad .... but LMAO i would love eiden getting murder attempted by Qin Xian (i havent read the series but!!) lmaoooo - but tRUE Wang Yi's and Eiden's fwb thing is wholesome lmao wang yi bullying is an honorary tradition by now (good luck with eiden bullying he seems to need it loooool)

ALSO gl with quincy wang yi

#nobully #ah cotton candy - pulls hair off wang yi #is the pink natural

[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ Reaction To: Having a wet dream about you

yourusernames: Omg can I request ATEEZ reaction to having a wet dream about their friend? (Who would start developing a crush, who would want to have a one night stand and who wouldn't care at all?) Thanks!!

A/N: These reactions are based solely off of what I think they’d do, I am in no way, shape or form, telling you that this IS how the members would handle this scenario. Like shit, I dunno the guys :/. This is a gender neutral reader reaction btw :)

(This is very explicit, you have been warned!!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• It felt like the actual thing

• Your lips; sweet like pink lemonade and eyes staring into his with a soft sparkle that originated from his bedside lamp

• but what felt more real than anything was you

• Your scent, your taste

• Your touch...

• It was all overwhelming in the sense that he found himself breaking out of his dreaming state, breath heavy as if he’d been sprinting for hours, and a lusty sheen screening his mind from acting with any sense of rationality

• He was horny horny, dawg 💀

• I feel for that man, it’s tough...

• He could already tell that he had an...accident, before he pushed the duvet off his body due to registering the last couple twitches of his restricted cock in his shorts

• No wonder he could ‘feel’ everything so well

• He wasn’t able to sleep the rest of the night.

• Couldn’t help but begin to feel a crush blossom for you

• As y’all already know, the man gets attached to the ones he spends the most time with

• You’re no exception

• Would end up telling you about his feelings. It was eating him up inside to keep it to himself

Seonghwa ♡:

• He has no right looking this good, dawg. It literally makes me so mad lmao

• Lemme lick your face, I bet it tastes like expensive concealer and everything I’ll never have >:}

• Anywhore

• He felt feverish, even inside his dream

• It was odd; he could feel you, but he couldn’t feel you. He remembers the surreal sensation of warmth under his palms as he grabbed onto your bare ass whilst you bounced you on top of him, panting hard and clutching at his damp hair to pull his head back

• He groaned, and just as he went to switch positions, he was snapped out of his dream

• Was like “Fuckin pardon?” when he realised where he was; his empty bed, alone in his own room, no sign of you

• Frowned, pushing the covers off of him because dawg, he was heating up OwO

• Then realised the large wet spot at the front of his sweatpants

• “What the...”

• Was never the same™ 

• Everytime he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel that same heat in his hands, and he felt guilty about it. 

• Didn’t know how to approach you about it at all. What was he supposed to say?

• “I nutted in my pants because I dreamt about doing the dirty with you”

• Just wouldn’t bring it up

• Good chance he’d catch feelings. Seonghwa builds bonds with the people he knows, it’s very easy to tell that when he cares, and he would care dearly for you. Once the chance that anything intimate between you two arises, I’m sure he’d begin to think of you romantically once you’re shown in said light.

Yunho ♡:

• Now wouldn’t a flustered Yunho be a sight? Damn...

• He loved looking down at you

• The way you smiled at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his bare chest into yours as you whispered how good he felt inside you, cooing out words of praise and encouragment 

• It was hazy, but he can still vaguely remember how you kissed him so sweetly. How your fingers smoothed his bangs away from his eyes, and how you moaned into his ear softly with each thrust

• It was only when you cupped his cheeks and spoke, did you break him out of his dream;

• “Wake up.”

• His eyes shot open

• Only a blue ceiling stared back

• “Mmm...?” Yunho sits up and rubs his eyes roughly, already aware of the blush that paints his cheeks and nose because he can feel the heat in his face

• Said ‘What the fawk 😃’ when his brain caught up with what he just experienced, as well as the stickiness that clung to his inner thighs when he moved to go get some water

• This bitch was contemplating his whole life after that

• Is ‘UwU’ with you from then on cuz a babie caught butterfwies ;(

• Rlly bad at hiding his feelings lol, you’d catch on eventually

Yeosang ♡:

• It was messy, to say the least

• Kitchen island sex? Yup :D

• The dream wasn’t at all put into play with any sense. You guys were just... in the kitchen, when you confessed your feelings and made a move on him

• A deep kiss mixed with the pounding of nervous hearts all put Yeosang in a fever outside of his dream

• “Say you like it,” You panted, using the hand on the back of his head to push his forehead against yours while the other kept you from laying onto the island

• “I like it.. Fuck, I like it”

• “Yeah?” His hips stutter when you clench your walls around him, and in turn, he lets out a choked-off gasp

• “Y一Oh my god一Yeah...”

• Damn... he was FEELING it lmao

• Funny thing is that he slept throughout the entire dream and woke up only when his foot did a little mid-sleep spasm

• Stared at the wall while frowning for soooooo fucking long

• Whole time he said ‘ya know wot, that’s real interesting 🤔’

• Then was like “Prolly just horny 😃. oh well, time to change my underwear”

• And that’s what he chalked it up to in the end. Would maybe make a joke about it to you next time y’all hung out if he’s feeling loose enough and doesn’t mull over it for too long

San ♡:

• HEATHEN

• Hold on, lemme get a half-assed feel for the man... yes... mm-hm... ah, I see... OK!

• So, from what I can tell, San would distance himself from you slightly. Maybe. 

• That night, as he lie in his bed, breath coming faster with each motion that went on in his head, he saw you in a way that he never thought would happen.

• Skin, slick with sweat and eyes like burning coals as they focused on him. There wasn’t much to remember before it was already fading, but he could still make out how much his stomach lept and spun, heart oh-so thunderous in his chest. Whatever you did with him in the dream... it sparked something inside him.

• San was in a daze as he woke up, his body not quite cooperating with him when he tried to sit up, and instead, falling limp with the next couple of attempts.

• WHEN I TELL YOU THE SOUL WAS SUCKED FROM THIS MAN AISDIUBFADEBI-

• Really just stared into space with the look of a dead man

• What did he do when he finally saw you again?

•  ✨ pretend he didn’t see shit ✨

• Not the masked uncomfort-

• Depending on whether you’re one for confrontation, he might just cave if you press him about his weird behavior enough, but be fast, because I’m sure he could push his feelings down succesfully if he tried hard enough.

Mingi ♡:

• Dude... the fucking happiness of the dream...

• Silly giggles when you’d accidentally bonk eachother while switching posititons, bright smiles when you stared at eachother after a long time, random compliments, and nothing too serious that you couldn’t find playfulness in. Even when you’d both stop smiling to let out small moans and feel the moment together, it was always lighthearted.

• FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IM SO ANGRY-

• It was some shit you’d see at the sundance ;(

• Then he woke up-

• You were the first and only thing he thought about as he gained conciousness. He wanted you... you, you, you, just you.

• He’d never wanted anything so bad. A sudden longing that made a lump form in his throat and an overwhelming feeling of how much he’s always wanted you.

• So, like Mingi does, he strived for that goal >:D

• He made an effort to see you as many times as he could and whenever you were free to hang out. And finally, one night when you both lie in his bed and gazed thoughtlessly at the ceiling, he told you.

• “I had a dream about you, you know.”

Not me basically making a summary of a could-be fic-

Wooyoung ♡:

• Now believe it or not, this bitch is hard for me to get a grasp on. All I can say with confidence is that he has the sex appeal of a milf stripper and is kinda stubborn-

• Hmm.... bothered.

• That is the feeling it would pull from him.

• Hungry; frequent patterns of warm breath against sweat-slicked skin, mumbled curses past wet lips, nails dug into his stomach deep enough to draw blood yet barely acknowledged through animalistic films over both your eyes, and teeth furrowed into the flesh of his shoulder as you scratched at the blank canvas of his back.

• It was all raw sexual aggression from both sides. So much so, that you both practically fought during it.

“I hate you. I hate you like you don’t even know, Wooyoung,” You speak, breathless, and reach up to weave both fists into his hair, “I love you so much that I fucking... hate you.”

• Then...

• Gone.

• Just like that, the dream was replaced with the sight of familiar bedroom walls as Wooyoung opened his eyes, a sigh escaping past his lips when he finally pieced things together.

• “As if I wasn’t already stressed enough...,” He murmurs, staring down at the new stain on his sweatpants.

• From that point on, it’s a new habit for Wooyoung to catch sight of you and keep his gaze there; just staring when you’re not looking, and feeling terrible afterwards. He feels like he violated you somehow, and with that ball of dread in his stomach whenever he sees you, he becomes distant.

• It’s not catching feelings so much as it is a new desire.

Jongho ♡:

• Jongho, Jongho, Jongho... whatever will we do with you?

• Upfront about it, surprisingly.

• He caught feelings. How could he not when you’re one of the most breath-taking people he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing?

• That face of yours, along with your voice so soft and encouraging in his ears, was enough for him to cave.

• “Just like that, baby... Just like that.”

• He doesn’t even remember the details of the dream. Just your words and kisses, which still make the touched skin of his body heat with excitement whilst he blinks down at his hands.

• He clenches them; one, twice, then lets them fall back to his sides. He doesn’t need to look into his pants to know that he’s soiled himself.

• He feels kinda... empty? After the dream. Lmao just as exhausted as San was, really, but both at the fluttering his heart when he thinks of you, and the dream itself, so cleans himself up real quick before going back to sleep. 

• The fluttering doesn’t go away the next morning.

• So... he tells you :D

• As soon as you walk through the door, holding a bag of snacks and drinks for preparation to crash at Jongho’s apartment for a little bit, he sits you down on the couch, much to your confusion at the serious face he has.

• “I know that this kind of thing can ruin friendships and I don’t want that. At all. But, I had a... dream, about you last night and now I can’t really stop thinking about you...”

• Not the pounding of his heart making him dizzy :*

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #Smut #kpop reactions #idol reactions #idol reader

[wh6res]

sedan | jaemin

—part 2

synopsis. it was only a matter of time until he snapped. he was right, you should've seen it coming.

warnings. noncon, swearing, yandere themes, there’s a knife lmao

note. yalls idk :( it keeps deleting paragraphs when i add a readmore wtf is this sorcery IM SO SORRY

[read part 1]

apparently, your captor had enough respect for your dignity not to take you in the backseat of his old sedan. saying something along the lines of how you had completely ruined the mood by how much you were crying underneath him. “it’s not even pretty crying!” jaemin had exclaimed, hauling you up to your feet and carrying you bridal style towards the house. 

respect? pft. he has long passed the line of respecting your dignity—the moment he forced that drug into your system and shoved you inside his car, he was a goner. 

you don’t bother thrashing against his arms, having thought better. with your wrists and knees duct-taped together, running seemed like a joke. instead, you stare longingly at the outside world over jaemin’s shoulder—it definitely isn’t the last time you’ll see it, but if you were here because of his fucked up possessiveness over you, then escaping will be a challenge. 

three months of working alongside jaemin is enough for you to know how thorough he can be. he’s quite the perfectionist, and you remember admiring his keen attention to detail but now you only fear for the things he has in store for you to make sure you’ll never leave his side. it was due to this train of thought that you involuntarily start shaking against him. the automated lock in the front door beeps into place and now you were stuck here with him, once and for all. 

before you are able to take a look around the house, scoping enemy territory, a hand comes up to cover your eyes. the moment your fingers wrap around his wrist to pry it away, he hisses, and you let go immediately. 

“stay still or else,” you obliged, scared of what he can do now that he has you all to himself inside the house. “i know what you’re thinking. still so fucking predictable. you’d have to earn my trust until i let you roam around here.”

the loud clicks of your restraints locking together prove that he is a man of his word. 

the basement he keeps you in is disgusting. the tiles beneath you are cold, a few leaking pipes in the corner, dust everywhere, and a tiny window across the room—you doubt your chains can reach that far. but what captured your eyes the most is the numerous pillows stuck onto the walls and ceiling. the colors of its casings are faded, none of them matching one another at all. it was as if everything was messily put together at the last minute and you almost feel a tiny bit of relief that maybe, jaemin isn’t as thorough as you thought he’d be. 

“i soundproofed the walls and everything, isn’t that romantic?”

you don’t answer, too caught up thinking about how you’ll stay warm that you don’t notice the way his eyes trail over your shaking figure, knees tucked under your chin, pressing yourself firmly against the wall to appear smaller. to create as much distance from him as possible. 

jaemin frowns in distaste, a low hum resounding in the back of his throat as he thought; no, this won’t do.

“are you cold?” he asks. 

once again, he’s met with silence. 

if there is one thing jaemin absolutely hates with a passion, it was being ignored. the feeling is so foreign to him. maybe it was because of how much he naturally expects to bear the spotlight, that when you refused to even slightly acknowledge him as anything, he was confused. fascinated but frustrated at the same time. 

it is the same frustration he felt when you turned him down. the same frustration he felt when you fought against him. the same frustration he felt when you don’t stop crying underneath him. the same frustration he felt right at this very fucking moment.

“i don’t think ignoring me will do you good, sweetheart. i asked you a question, didn’t i? i’ll say it again, one last time,” the edge in his voice is unmistakable. “are you cold or not?”

at this point, jaemin feels stupid for even thinking about granting you the slightest bit of leniency by leaving you alone tonight. jaemin had been willing to put aside his desires and wants for you. but his patience can only stretch so far until it comes snapping back. 

and boy, were you in for it. 

he utters your name, low and threatening and you just knew what it meant. as the victim, it should’ve been in your best interest to keep your captor from losing his shit and hurting you… and yet, you remain silent. you don’t know what’s gotten into you. the words are right at the tip of your tongue but you don’t say anything. it was as if time had stopped and your brain had short-circuited, making you forget how to speak. 

when he stood up from the stool and started stalking towards you, you knew it was too late. 

“jaemin…” your voice shakes. “jaem—yes, yes—i feel—i feel cold—”

the sting on your right cheek is the only thing to register in your mind for a few good seconds until it all clicks into place. he just backhanded you. 

“i never thought you’d be such a fucking bitch,” he hisses, pulling at your restraints. “you were so silent, i thought you went mute, baby. how can you treat me like that? it’s no way to treat your lover.”

his soft tone catches you off guard for a fraction of a second. it was the same way he spoke to you before… all of this. it was the same tone that had once lulled you into a sense of security when you were stuck in a new environment, scared, making mistakes left and right, but jaemin had proved he can be someone you can depend on.

and look at what that cost you.

jaemin’s eye twitched when he noticed the slightly dazed look on your face, eagerly slotting himself between your thighs before holding your legs down with his shins. his hands dart out, grabbing your jaw in one hand before placing the other snug around your neck. the man can feel the rush of his blood flowing through his veins, ears ringing as he admires how pretty you were underneath him—pretty and helpless.

with a sudden urge, he darts his head forward to take a long whiff of your hair, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. he barely even registers the tears wetting the hand holding your face. jaemin is too far gone in his head because finally, fucking finally, he has you right where he wants you and absolutely no one can steal you away from him anymore.

meanwhile, you try hard to push him off of you but the pressure he’s applying to your legs proves too much. the hand encased around your throat pulls away and your happiness was short-lived as jaemin reaches for something above your head. it glints against the sole fluorescent light in the basement—

you freeze at the sight of his pocket knife.

he laughs, sounding too sweet and lighthearted. “now, now. i won’t hurt you…” 

you hold your breath when he drags the knife across your body. from your collarbones, down the valley of your breasts, and finally settling at the bottom of your shirt. “i won't hurt you if you don’t move around too much.”

the sound of fabric ripping against the sharp blade made you want to thrash as hard as you can but jaemin had purposely angled the knife so the tip dragged against the surface of your skin. bile rises up your throat when you notice the way he eyes every inch of your torso as its slowly revealed to him. 

“see, i know you’re a good girl. i just have to force it out of you sometimes, huh?” he mocks, quickly hooking the knife under your bra so he needn’t struggle reaching for the hook in the back. 

his reaction is immediate the moment he sees you bare before him. he doesn’t even grant you the chance of hiding when he’s managed to hold your wrists in one hand, the knife clattering loudly on the floor as he surged forward, lips latching onto one of your breasts as his free hand feels the other one up. you turn your head to the side, not wanting to see his ministrations. until one particularly hard nip makes you yelp, his teeth latching painfully against a nipple before glaring at you through his eyelashes. 

“eyes on me.”

jaemin can’t have you turning away from him. it simply looks like another act of defiance, as if you were depriving him of the expressions of pleasure found in your face as he continues to lick and suckle at the skin of your breasts, purple and red blooming on your skin. 

when jaemin retracts from you to pull his shirt over his head, you made the last feeble attempt of trying to escape him. you’re able to free one of your legs from underneath him and have successfully delivered a kick to the groin. jaemin folds in pain. you managed to flip onto your stomach, dragging your body away with just your arms. you’ve only managed a few inches, chains rattling aggressively, when you felt his nails dig into the back of your thighs. 

“fuck,” he grunts. “you’re going to fucking pay for that, pretty thing.”

he turns you around with one hand, unfazed by the pitiful look of your tears and snot cascading down your face as he looms over you, his knife in one hand as he fists your hair. 

you shook violently as you brace your hands against his bare chest. jaemin would’ve revelled at the feeling of you touching him if you hadn’t kicked him in the balls only seconds ago. 

“jaemin, please… i don’t want any of this—”

“you’re so cute, begging like anything could get you out of this.”

you flinch, eyes shutting closing on instinct. you feel something sharp poking on your neck, and it only takes you a fraction of a minute to register that jaemin is now holding his knife against your throat. digging the blade enough for you to know it’s there but not hard enough to draw blood. 

“look how much you’re shaking, baby,” he coos, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable as he gives you a one over. “such a sheltered kid, aren’t you? no wonder you’re so fucking naive, always making mistakes. always making the wrong judgement. you’re used to depending on someone, right? well…” 

jaemin slices the skin above your collarbone. you don’t scream, the fear of him slicing your throat all together lies heavy in the air. 

“…it’s a good thing you met me, huh?”

fuck you.

“i’m here, baby. you can depend on me all you want,” the giddiness and the sudden spark in his eyes make you dread what he’ll do next—you hear the sounds of a belt unbuckling. “i’ll bathe you, i’ll feed you, dress you up, but…”

there are no tears left when you feel his fingers pulling your shorts down together with your underwear. no tears left when you feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. 

“…you’ll have to give me something in return. that’s what good girls do, right?”

you screamed.

#yandere nct #yandere jaemin #yandere kpop #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw knife

[isagisyoichi]

25 + isagi? hope you’re having a good day :33

EVANGELINE'S 100 EVENT ⭐️ (NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS)

ISAGI + PROMPT TWENTY-FIVE, “I’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU”

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi yoichi

WARNINGS: one swear literally just one LMAO but also italics are someone's thoughts

A/N: thank u for requesting this im in love with him and i’m also delusional so this was fun to write. i'm getting better at making these shorter but these are still relatively long FNFKXKDN also i hope ur having a good day too <3

you can’t help but smile at the boy on the other side of the facetime screen. isagi’s tired, you can tell. you can feel how heavy his blue eyes are. he struggles to keep them open for anything longer than a second, and almost every other word that comes out his mouth is interrupted by a drowsy yawn. he’s so cute when he’s tired, you think to yourself dreamily.

you know that isagi’s only staying up because you are. the act is sweet, just like your boyfriend, but you can’t help but feel a tad bit guilty when you see how hard isagi struggles to stay awake for you. even though it’s only like, 12am. (there’s many things isagi is good at, but you've come to find out staying up isn’t one of them).

“you know, you can go to sleep if you want to, yoichi,” you inform isagi with an understanding smile. as much as you’d like to stay on the phone with isagi until the sun rises, you’d be willing to sacrifice that to get your weenie of a boyfriend the sleep he so desperately needs. “i don’t mind, i promise.”

almost immediately, isagi sits up in an attempt to make himself look more awake. “it’s fine, i’m not tired,” he affirms, even though the yawn that erupts from him says otherwise. “i wanna stay up with you.”

“i can see how tired you are.”

“how can you see what i’m not?” isagi’s attempt at a retort (and that’s being generous) makes you let out a small snort of amusement. he’s lucky he’s cute, ‘cause that was terrible.

“that was fucking awful,” you say with a lighthearted laugh, as you ultimiately choose to verbalize your contrustrictive criticism towards his comeback.

isagi rolls his eyes at your crack at him. “shut up, y/n.” you give him the finger through the screen, making him smile at you affectionately, despite your actions being less than sweet. “but, it’s fine, i want to, i swear,” he reassures, “it’s for you, and i’d do anything for you.”

both you and isagi’s eyes go wide at his statement. isagi didn’t mean for that last part to be said out loud. it’s not that he didn’t mean it. he does, he really would do anything for you, but he doesn’t know if that came off as weird. he really hopes it didn’t.

and he’s right, of course, because it didn’t. “weird” would be the last thing you could have ever thought when hearing that. your stomach starts to twist and turn, and you feel yourself getting more shy as you really start to process his words. you start to fall a little harder the more you do.

it’s almost embarrassing how soft this boy makes you. stupid isagi yoichi, you think. stupid isagi and his stupid words and his stupid face. stupid, stupid, stupid.

trying to hide your bashfulness from his words, you reply with, “you’re so lame,” which is y/n-speak for “i love you.

luckily for him, isagi is fluent. “shut up, y/n.” i love you, too.

#🏷. evangeline's 100 event #loll i love writing for him sm pleaseee #isagi yoichi #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #isagi x reader #blue lock headcanons

[lorelexi]

can i request suga with a long distance relationship? love you ❤️

A/N: ok so i went kind of overboard BUT IT'S OK bc i’m usually not good at coming up w stuff for suga so this is good. I hope you like this anon🥰

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•Babies!!!

•You lived and grew up in Miyagi but moved away at the end of your second year :(

•At this time the two of you hadn’t been dating yet but you were still really close so it was hard to leave him

•Suga is really determined to keep in touch with you after you move and he does!!

•Lots of texting and the occasional phone calls

•Eventually he confesses to you and you reciprocate his feelings but you guys are

sadddd bc you can’t really see each other in person for dates and stuff

•He’s super good about making your virtually facetime dates fun tho 

•GRRRR he's so so good to you,,, you love him sm🥺

•There’s probably a timezone difference which is extremely annoying at times but he doesn’t let that stop him!

•100% would stay up so late for you and not even complain

•Warning tho, once you start to hit crackhead hours he starts acting even more chaotic than normal 

•He’s definitely the kind of guy who will order you presents and have them sent to your home bc even if he's far away he will make sure that his baby is TAKEN CARE OF😭💖

•He leaves you goodmorning and goodnight texts,,,, my HEART PLS

•Long distance relationships aren’t for everyone but I like to think that since you guys had a strong friendship before you started dating, despite the distance, it would translate over once you started to date

•It can be pretty difficult to keep up with someone’s life and be there for them when you can’t be there physically, but he tried his absolute hardest to check up on you and see what’s going on in your life and you do the same!

•He can get pretty busy with volleyball and such but makes sure to set aside time for you and when it’s hard he tries to at least shoot you a text!

•He secretly has been saving up money to come visit you since you left 

•When he finally has enough to visit you he will surprise you and be waiting for you on your doorstep with flowers when you get home (brb im crying)

You blink a few times, attempting to process the sight before you. “Koushi?” Your voice is a bit shaky and you can feel tears start to prick your eyes.

Suga grins at you. “The one and only!”

You nearly throw your things to the ground and rush over to capture him in a big hug.

“Hi my love.” He says it so softly that you immediately lose it and bury your head even further into his shoulder.

•The rest of the day is spent cuddling and kissing and making funny tiktoks honestly LMAO

•He finally gets to take you out on a proper date and it’s so fun

•Suga’s presence is really refreshing bc he’s so sweet and genuine but it isn’t overbearing and he knows how to have a good time and keep the air sweet and lighthearted

•It’s BIG SAD when he has to go back home,,, i don't even wanna think abt it, i’ll cry

•Tries to visit as much as he can and you do too

•After graduation he makes it a goal to move in somewhere with you at some point so that yall don’t have to be so far away anymore😭

•But in the meantime he’s gonna make sure to do what he can to make sure that he’s the best boyfriend he can be

#suga x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #hq fanfic #hq x reader #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #hq images #hq suga x reader #hq sugawara #ibbwrites

[myherogroundzero]

‘til we meet again (hawks x reader)

A/N: i literally DIED bc like idk school is stressful but im back and im in LOVE with Hawks. i’m gonna be writing more parts to saving grace, but i needed to show my birdy some love. and let me freakin tell y’all, there’s so much dialogue and it’s all written so bad but i hope you love me regardless LMAO i’m just a bad writer. also i’m so bad at writing like angst and shit bc my heart can’t handle it so it went from pain to not really wanting to talk about pain bc pain is bad and bad makes me sad and sad means not happy and thats not good. but anyway, hope you enjoy and i’m gonna try to be more consistent but,,, no promises. the summer tho? that’s gonna be my prime. have a great day!!!

word count: 1.1k

warnings: language, blood

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the moon was rising and the stars were twinkling. the sky was such a beautiful ombré of blues and black. it was peaceful, quiet. though when you took a look down, there was chaos among the streets. the roof of the hospital building was where you went to unravel. after a long day of being second to an arrogant surgeon, it was the only way to relax.

though relaxation didn’t come easy when you knew that people were being attacked and heroes were risking their lives in the very town you call home. from the looks of it, it seemed you wouldn't be getting the rest of the night off. your eyes, however, went from the trainwreck of a town to the beautifully jeweled sky. it somehow still shone, even when bad things were happening. perhaps it was a sign that, although things got bad, there was still a light.

your thoughts had quickly disappeared when you heard a rather loud thud and a painful grunt come from behind you. you turned and immediately recognised the bright red wings of the number two hero, Hawks. he pushed himself up slightly, gripping his side as he tried to catch his breath. you rushed to his side to help him, though panic began to set in when you saw the blood that covered his entire left side, drenching his clothes.

“oh my God! are you okay? wait, that’s a stupid question, you’re clearly not— let me help you, yeah?” you panicked. you did your best to help him stand, making him drape his arm around your shoulders while you gently held his torso. his quiet pants and pained expressions were making you uneasy.

“thank you,” he managed to breathe out, hugging his side tighter with his right arm.

“i should be thanking you. after all, you’ve saved so many people. but i suppose that’s to be expected from the number two hero, right?” you smiled softly at him, attempting to take his mind off the pain in his side.

“i guess so, but people like you save others as well. what do you do exactly?”

“i’m actually an intern. i’m going to school to be a surgeon, but that won’t be for awhile. take a seat in that room, okay? i’ll be in to help in just a moment.”

⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆

“i’m going to be honest with you, that blood is not going to come out of these clothes. would you mind if i just cut it open?”

“do what you need to,”

you nodded and cut through his stained clothes, revealing a rather large gash. your stomach turned at the sight. sure, you wanted to be a surgeon, but you weren’t quite used to the bleeding and gruesome looking cuts just yet.

“you okay there?”

“huh? oh, yeah! i’m just… not used to this yet,” you muttered.

“well, tell me the news, doc. am i gonna make it?”

you laughed quietly as you began cleaning the wound.

“i don’t know, sir. that’s a pretty nasty cut you got there,”

he chuckled before hissing at the sting from the disinfectant you used.

“sorry… gotta clean it. it would suck if this thing got infected. you’re gonna need stitches, too.”

he nodded as he watched your hands. it was amazing how still and gentle you were. though he was in searing pain, your softness made it easier. you were kind and you joked in order to make the situation more lighthearted even if you were panicking, he appreciated that. he leaned back gently when you went to grab the things you needed to start the stitches, his head spinning. he tried to focus on his breathing to make the pounding in his head dissipate.

“Hawks? are you alright? what hurts?”

“fuck… everything,”

“are you saying ‘fuck everything’ or ‘fuck, everything’?”

“my head is killing me.”

“i’m gonna guess you said the second one, then. hold on, i’ll get you some medicine.”

you grabbed some water and painkillers for him to take while you stitch up his side.

“here, maybe this will help with your side, too. what’s your favourite colour?”

“what does that matter?”

“just some small talk to get your mind off the fact i just pushed a needle into your skin to stitch up the gaping laceration on your side. ooh! winter of autumn?”

“autumn, easier to fly. what about you?”

you stood still for a moment as you thought.

“well, autumn is gorgeous, but the snow is too. hard to say, honestly. probably autumn, though. your turn to ask a question!”

your fingers worked quickly as you tried to ignore his soft groans. you felt bad putting him in more pain, and the sounds he made were making you more worried.

“what’s your name?” he asked quietly.

“that’s your question? pretty boring, if you ask me. but it’s l/n. l/n y/n. and we’re done! that wasn’t too bad, yeah?” you beamed at him as you put your tools back where they belong. it hit you hard when you realised he'd have to pay for everything you did tonight if anyone else found out. it’d be kind of hard to sneak someone with giant wings out of a building, not including the security tapes.

“do you think you can fly?” you asked.

“yeah, i think so. why?”

“i don’t want you to have to pay for this. if you fly off the roof to your house, it’d be like you were never here. but you need to rest when you get home, which means no flying unless absolutely necessary!”

he laughed lightly and nodded.

“yes, ma’am. thank you for all your help, l/n.”

you grinned as you put a sticker on his hand, giggling softly at yourself.

“no problem, mr. pro-hero! now go home so you can get better and keep kicking ass.”

you walked him up to the roof, the two of you talking about yourselves to fill the silence. it was going to take awhile for him to heal, and it’d likely take longer if he decided to disobey you.

“can i see you again?” he looked at you, waiting for your response.

you got a funny feeling in your stomach when he asked you that.

“i’d like it. you know, if we saw each other again. maybe under less… intense circumstances. like a drink, for example. if that’s alright with you,” his voice was soft and inviting, and it made your heart jump.

“yeah, i’d love to! i come up here every night. meet me here whenever you’d like. i can’t guarantee i’ll be free, but you’d still get to see me.”

“it’s a date, then. ‘til we meet again?”

you smiled softly as you watched him fly off the roof.

“‘til we meet again.”

#hawks x reader #hawks #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #x reader #x you #reader insert #kinda angsty :( #keigo takami

[doyouevenshipbr0]

gruvia drabble

author’s note: imma keep it real w/ yall... im a lil drunk rn!!! hope this fic is still good tho lmao! this is pertaining to the plot of the anime rn like how gray and juvia reunited after six months... well we never did get to hear gray’s explanation or apology..... so here it is! enjoy! side note: after actually writing this 1. im not rly drunk anymore, a shame. and 2. all my fics as of recently literally have the same exact format lol!!! cool! great!! we love a boring queen! ok hopefully i can stray from this format in the future but for now! here is ~this~.<3

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“Oi, Juvia,” Natsu turned and called out to Juvia. They were finally beginning their long awaited journey back to Magnolia, to reform their guild, after just defeating Avatar. “Did you and Gray wanna’ go back to your cabin and get some of your stuff before you go back?”

“G-g-go back?! Just the two of us?! After all this time?!” Juvia’s face turned a blistering red as she cupped her fiery cheeks in her hands. It had been so long since they were both alone in that house together. What would it be like? How would they act? Would things be different?

“Oh yeah.” Gray calmly chimed in. “There are some things I wanna’ get.” He then turned to Juvia. “We should probably go.”

“O-of course! If Gray-sama insists!” She perked up, suddenly eager to go.

They caught a train back to the village they stayed in and made it there in a fairly short amount of time. Gray looked around their old home with suspicion.There wasn’t a soul to be seen. The town was once so full of life, and bright with spirit. Now the grey clouds above seemed to reflect the dreary village.

“Did something happen?” Gray asked Juvia as they casually walked through the town. “There’s nobody here.” He continued looking, looking for any sign of life.

“Oh.” Juvia remembered, and slouched slightly, partially ashamed. “Everyone kind of, well, left.” She said simply.

“What?” Gray was surprised. “Why?”

“Well...” She paused and took a moment to breathe. “Juvia’s rain sort of... came back, and it was, well, constant.” Her voice was sheepish. “It sort of drove everyone out of the village Juvia supposes.” She forced a smile and a fake lighthearted laugh.

That got Gray’s attention. He stopped looking through the village and snapped his focus onto Juvia. “What do you mean it came back?” He seemed annoyed.

“After Gray-sama left, Juvia’s rain came back.” She shrugged. Once she saw Gray’s look of what seemed like agitation, she began to panic. “It’s not a big deal or anything! Juvia was just being over-dramatic!” She gave another plastic smile, attempting to ease Gray.

“Tch.” Gray looked away from Juvia and turned back to the path to the way to their house, dropping the conversation.

Eventually, they approached their cabin. The wood that the house was built out of was seemingly becoming moldy, or at least dingy. All of the drapes to the windows were now closed, although Gray remembered Juvia always insisted they leave them open. The plants that Juvia adored that were littered around the porch were dead from drowning in her storm.

“Juvia is sorry the house is so out of shape, Gray-sama!” Juvia was embarrassed. She only ever had Gray on her mind, so she never took the time to worry about the appearance of their home once he was gone. Even though that place meant everything to her, she seemed to completely disregard it.

“Stop it.” Gray said, harshly. He didn’t need Juvia to explain herself. It was ridiculous of her. “It doesn’t matter anyway. We’re just here to get our stuff.”

“Right.” Juvia nodded.

Inside, the rooms were dark, and dusty. It was hard for Gray to believe they even lived their at one point, that this was the same home they shared. He remembered Juvia always making a fuss about keeping the place clean, and decorative, and so full of life: some things that this foreign lot was lacking.

Gray was finished packing up first. He had all of his belongings in a duffel bag with a couple other things held in his hand. The door to Juvia’s room was open, so he walked in and leaned on the frame of the doorway.

“Yo.” Juvia flinched to Gray’s low voice, it had been so long since she heard it. She paused her packing and turned around. “I’m all packed up. If you need any help just let me-” Gray paused. As he looked around, Juvia’s room seemed to follow the same format as the rest of the rooms. Dull, gloomy, muted, but something caught his eye.

“What’s this?” He set his belongings down. He walked over to her bedside table towards a vile of red liquid, which was now almost empty. 

“Oh, well, nothing really.” Juvia sporadically said with a forced chuckle and quickly was at Gray’s side, hoping to take the bottle before he could get a good look at it.

“Medicine?” He read the label of the bottle. “And it looks like Wendy’s handwriting.” He turned to Juvia.

“Y-yes.” Juvia took a step back and nervously held her hands together. “Wendy-san made that potion for Juvia.” She looked away.

“Why?”

“Juvia was, uh, well, sort of sick.” She remained avoiding eye contact.

“Sick?” Gray’s voice and tone raised. “You were sick? And Wendy couldn’t cure it with just her magic? She had to make a potion?” All of these little things were building up to one big slap in Gray’s face.

“Juvia had a very bad fever. I was sitting outside most of the time, so it was caused by my rain...” She said to the volume of that of a mouse, fidgeting her hands.

“Oh my god.” Gray sunk. He put the bottle back on the table and collapsed onto the bed, holding his head in his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. Just what had he done?

“B-but none of this is Gray-sama’s fault!” She was quick to perk up and defend Gray.

“All of this is my fucking fault!” Gray lifted his head and snapped his gaze to Juvia with sharp, blunt eyes, glistening with a sheen of tears. Juvia dropped her defense, and looked back beneath her.

“If it weren’t for me, this place wouldn’t look like shit, your rain wouldn’t have come back, and you wouldn’t have gotten sick!” He was angry. Juvia said nothing. “Am I wrong?!”

Juvia’s shoulders began to bog, jaggedly, up and down. She had finally broken. She was out of false excuses.

“Why did you leave me, Gray-sama?” She looked back up to him, tears overflowing in her piercing, yet helpless gaze. 

Gray’s eyes widened, the sight before him caused his breath to catch itself in his throat.

“I-it was a secret mission.” He looked away, bringing the blank look back to his face. “It was to get more info on Zeref. I had to go, and Erza told me I couldn’t tell or bring anyone.”

Juvia’s tears fell onto her face, and then onto the floor.

“Juvia knows.” Her head was down, once again. She gathered her composure, slightly, for a mere moment. “Juvia understands. Putting and end to Zeref and E.N.D is very important to Gray-sama. This was all for the best.” She sniffled. “So, why..?” She brought her hands up to her eyes, and lost the weak grip she had on herself for that second, and began sobbing into her palms.

“So why is Juvia so hurt?”

Gray said nothing for a brief instant. He looked at her, although she did not return the contact, with shock and sorrow in his eyes. He didn’t know what to think, and he couldn’t place Juvia’s emotions, but he knew what he was feeling.

Remorse, guilt, responsibility, sadness, Gray’s heart was a melting pot of these horrible things. He couldn’t bare to see her in so much pain before, and all because of him. He would not be the reason she shed tears. He refused, especially after all she’d done for him. She was by his side, supporting him through everything. Even after he abandoned her for six months, she still did nothing but be there for him. 

He quickly arose from the bed and wrapped his arms around her, with her hands still covering her eyes, causing her breath to stop in surprise for a second.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry.” His words were soft though his face was flinty. He stared at the wall as he brought his hand up to the back of Juvia’s head, firmly bringing her face to his chest, as he rested his chin atop her.

“G-Gray-sama should not have to apologize.” She shook her head as she sobbed into his chest, her voice muffled.

“Like hell I shouldn’t” His voice was even lower. “So cut the crap. You’re allowed to be sad. From some aspects, what I did,” He paused. “What I did to you was a shity thing. Really shitty.” Her cries were much softer as he spoke. He remembered all the scolding Natsu gave him, and manifested it into his words.“So let me say I’m sorry.” He grumbled through his pouted lips as his cheeks were colored pink.

Juvia finally removed her hands from her face and wrapped her arms around Gray, being encased by his warmth. The warmth that she had missed, so very much.

“It’s ok.” She hummed; her mood was already much better just by appreciating being in Gray’s hold. “Juvia is glad Gray-sama is ok.”

She held on even tighter, and in about a minute, her instincts kicked in. Her mind began to soar with thoughts of Gray, and his big, toned arms that were engulfing her. She subconsciously began to sniff him, and exhale with delight.

“Ahh.” She swooned. “Gray-sama still smells just as delicious as he always has.” She snuggled up against him. 

“O-kay” Gray announced. “That’s enough of that.” He said, avoiding Juvia’s odd comment. He pulled her away from him and turned back to his things. “We should probably head out. The guild isn’t gonna’ rebuild itself.”

“Aw!” Juvia said, defeated, and dramatically slouched over.

“Don’t sound so disappointed cause’ I stopped you from smelling me! Don’t you realize that ain’t normal!?” He exclaimed.

“Juvia doesn’t care about what’s normal! Juvia hasn’t smelled your sweet scent in six whole months! You can’t blame me!” She defended, reaching her arms out for Gray.

“Quit bein’ creepy and meet me in the living room when you’re done packing.” Gray asserted with an annoyed, but familiar look on his face as he quickly made his way out of her room and shut the door, as Juvia sulked on her bed.

They soon packed all of their belongings and walked through their front door, back into the village where a ray of sun peaked through the dispersing clouds.

“Juvia is so sad to say goodbye to she and Gray-sama’s home.” She frowned with exaggerated sniffles.

“I wouldn’t call this a goodbye.” He said frankly. “It’s more like a ‘see-ya-later.’“ He turned to Juvia with a smirk on his face. Her eyes began to glow, and she settled onto a content smile.

“Yes, Gray-sama.” She looked to the ground with her fulfilled smile.

On their walk to the train, Gray grabbed his arms and gave a small shiver.

“It’s gettin’ kinda’ cold out.” He simply said.

Juvia pondered and looked around a little to see any signs of anyone or anything being cold, which she did not, and felt her own body temperature at a fairly normal level, and for Gray especially, this weather was hardly anything.

“Really? Juvia doesn’t think it’s too co-” She turned back to Gray with confusion and quietly gasped as she saw him wrapping himself with a grey, poorly knitted, homey/cozy looking, seemingly worn in scarf. He did not make eye contact with her, and kept his sharp expression on the road ahead.

She knew that scarf all too well.

“Actually, Juvia is a little chilly.” Attempting to keep her overjoyed reaction in line, she simply wrapped her one arm around Gray’s and with the other she reached out and held his hand, causing him to initially flinch, but he kept his hand intertwined with hers.

They made their way to their true home, Fairy Tail, walking in bliss, putting the bad parts of the past behind them and looking to a hopeful future.

One where Juvia’s rain would never return.

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