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heartpascal · 9 months

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forgive the sea

▹— joel miller x platonic!reader

▹— summary: after a trip into the outside world, you come back different.

▹— a/n: i don’t really like how this ended HOWEVER it is a fic and it was written by me and that is positive, no matter what state the writing is in!! go easy on me pls it’s been a rough few weeks <3

▹— warnings: references to suicidal ideation, kinda (not really sure if that’s what it is but to be safe), unspecified trauma, loss of childhood (ish?), mention of getting old/ losing memory, bottling up of emotions, angst, comfort?

▹— taglist: @rhymingtree @sleepygraves @wnstice (everything) @auggiesolovey @just-kaylaa @evyiione @lemonlaides @fariylixie0915 @faceache111 @randomhoex @canpillowscry @pedropascalsrealgf @star-wars-lover @coolchick333 @soobsdior @rvjaa @sunflowersdrop (pedro)

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Joel has plenty of memories from the years he has shared with you, plenty of memories depicting the way you grew over the years. In each of them, he cements the image of that spark in your eyes into his head, in fear of his age causing him to deteriorate, corrupting the memories.

He holds the memories close, and he holds you closer, as if he could stop the growing distance between the two of you by holding on tighter.

But the fact of it was that you were growing up. You weren’t the same kid Joel had taken under his wing all those years ago. And while that wasn’t entirely a bad thing, with you having shed the fearful nature you used to have, as well as the paranoia and distrust, it did mean you had lost the small amount of childishness you had retained back then.

There were days when life felt so bleak for Joel, days where all he could think of was his daughter, where the world just didn’t seem worth living in, and then there was you. Like a burst of light in a dark world, you had managed to brighten Joel’s thoughts with what, to you, had been a measly joke. A passing comment. A grin, maybe.

It would be far too much for Joel to hold an expectation of you, in that sense. He couldn’t imagine the kind of weight it would carry if he had told you about what you meant for him, what you helped him through, unknowingly.

Despite all of that, there was an involuntary reaction in Joel now, one in which he seemingly just brightened around you. As if your mere presence could relieve the weight of the world he held on his shoulders. Somehow, you had allowed Joel to do something he hadn’t done for a long time prior to meeting you; you allowed him to grow. Rather than withering away in his grief, in his dark world, with no apparent purpose, he grew with you.

Where you had become more confident, more assured, Joel had become more open. He had acknowledged his daughter’s life, rather than focusing only on her death. He had found a reason to live, to thrive, rather than survive another day.

Joel didn’t quite realise just how much he relied on you, nor how much you relied on him. He also didn’t know how much you protected him from, with his best interests at heart.

It’s why, when you returned home one night, after venturing outside of the wall, he didn’t entirely know something was wrong. It wasn’t unusual for you to be withdrawn after facing the horrors of the outside world, so your behaviour, initially, seemed normal. Each time you returned after you had started going out without Joel beside you, you behaved the same way.

He passed it off as that, alongside the late hour, and your visible exhaustion. Joel knew himself just how much surviving could take out of you, especially when you were as sleep-deprived as you had been upon leaving.

But as the days passed by, Joel grew more concerned.

While it had been a while since you had begun to grow out of that slither of childhood innocence — if you could call it that — which had remained, something about you seemed… off.

Joel had expressed as much on more than one occasion, but you shut him down each time, with a “I’m fine, Joel, really.” Acting as if he was just some sort of overly worried parent, as if he was hovering.

The two of you had never explicitly stated the shape your relationship had taken, but it wasn’t exactly a secret that Joel saw you as his kid. And, Joel hoped, you reciprocated that. He could remember, all those years ago, how much his Sarah had protested to his helicopter-parent nature, when she was young. He had grown out of it, but perhaps, in the presence of the apocalypse, Joel had fallen back into old habits.

When nothing changed after weeks of your strange behaviour, Joel was certain that it wasn’t just his caution. How could it be? Sure, you had been growing slightly distant from him over the weeks — months? — before that trip, but it had never been like this.

It had never been anger filling the space between you, or irritation, or any other form of emotion. It had just been space. Growth.

Now, Joel was growing worried that what was once a familial bond was cracking, fracturing, into pieces. He wasn’t sure just how many times the two of you could pick each other up, and put each other back together again. Just how much strain could the two of you take? How much was too much?

But your weeks of odd behaviour were quickly turning into months, the time flashing before Joel so fast that he was sure that he had been missing it. He may have been a carpenter in his past life, but he was becoming nervous that fixing your bond wouldn’t be as simple as fixing some wood.

“You gotta talk to me, kiddo, what’s goin’ on with you?” He asked, one night, when you made to leave the room after being in it for no more than twenty minutes. “Something’s wrong, now you just tell me what, and I’ll do my best to fix it.” Joel had continued, in your silence. It had apparently been the wrong thing to say, as you snapped at him.

“Nothing is wrong with me, Joel. I’m fine.” Your voice had been crackling along the edges, something staticky in your sudden burst of anger. Really, though, it had only been confirmation that something was wrong.

Joel was starting to realise that you had no intention of opening up to him, not this time. And it seemed that the more insistent he became, the more closed off you were. He was almost at a loss. What was he meant to do? He didn’t know where the boundaries of your unspecified familial relationship lied. At the end of the day, Joel wasn’t your dad. At any moment, you could choose to leave, and Joel would lose another child, except this one was never really his.

Loving someone in the apocalypse was something that remained unspoken, and that much was true for the two of you. So how could he tell you, how could he put to words, his concern? How could he explain that it grew from a place of love, of care? It seemed like an impossible task, constantly looming in the cracks of your bond.

You could see the battle he was going through, and you were fully aware that it was your fault. But what could you do? The problem wasn’t him, not exactly, it was you. After everything, you just couldn’t be who you were sure he needed you to be.

These last few years that you had spent with him, you had been aware of the ways in which you helped him. After all, you had lost your naivety long before you even met Joel Miller, so it wasn’t hard to notice the way he opened up, the way you seemingly healed some long-damaged part of him. He became scarred, rather than wounded.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend that you were the same person that you had been back then, and a part of you just… resented yourself for it. Logically, you knew that Joel valued you, not what you had done for him, but that didn’t change the way you felt.

How could you tell him that? How could you voice to this man, the closest thing to a father you had, that you couldn’t be the child he had known? How could you explain that you had changed, that the apocalypse had wounded and scarred you?

Joel had a tendency to blame himself, and this was something you just didn’t want him to take responsibility for.

So, you continued on. You spent time putting as much physical space between you and Joel as you could manage, while also trying to remain in the safe environment he provided. But no matter how far away you got, it never seemed to match the cavernous distance you had created in the bond you shared with him.

And you could see just how much it was eating him up, with no explanation for your behaviour.

But you just couldn’t allow yourself to admit to him that you were changed. That you could never return to the version he had known you as. And that was eating you up, leaving you with a gaping hole in your chest, an ache of tears in your throat. The space in your chest was only being filled with your guilt, which grew heavier despite you knowing it wasn’t your fault that you had changed.

There was a breaking point.

There always is, isn’t there?

And yours, for this, was when you came home one day to Joel sat on the old couch, head in his hands.

He practically jumped to his feet when he heard your footsteps on the rotting floorboards, ones which he’d promised to fix before they broke. He said your name, sighing with relief as you smiled tightly at him in greeting.

“Thank the lord you’re alright,” Joel said, shaking his head before crossing the room and all but pulling you into his arms as the floorboards creaked beneath his weight. “You had me worried there, kid, where have you been?” He asked, holding on to you tightly.

Joel certainly wasn’t expecting his tight hold to result in you crumbling in his arms, but he did his best to hold you together nonetheless. There were tears bursting from your eyes, pushing past the lump in your throat that you had been swallowing down for months, now.

The past few days had been particularly hard for you, and you hadn’t even realised that night had fallen, stretching into the early hours of the next day by the time you got home. You hadn’t been expecting Joel to be waiting for you, and the guilt of him worrying over you had crashed down on you so suddenly that the added weight on top of everything else had you collapsing.

He held on to you tighter, hand squeezing gently at the back of your head as he murmured. “You’re alright, you’re alright.” Joel repeated it like some sort of mantra, like if he said it aloud enough times, it’d be true. “Please, tell me what’s going on with you. You gotta let me help you, kiddo, please.”

It wasn’t as if Joel missed his manners often, so you had heard him say the pleasantries more than a few times, but for a reason you couldn’t explain, it just broke you. Never did he sound so… pleading. So helpless, perhaps.

“Joel—” It was like your voice was stuck in your throat, crowded underneath the weight of everything you had been bottling up. Your inability to speak only made you cry harder, and you did your best not to think of how many tears were seeping into the material of Joel’s worn flannel.

“Shh, I’ve got you, kiddo, I’ve got you.” He said, remaining steady in his hold on you, able to keep you upright despite the sudden weakness in your knees, the urge to just collapse to the ground and weep.

You gripped the flannel between your fingers, squeezing it so tightly you should’ve worried about the seams tearing. “I’m—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You garbled out, between sobs that tore through your vocal cords, reducing your voice to a barely comprehensible, hoarse mess. You repeated the apologies, in hopes that Joel would forgive you for something he had never even been upset over.

“You got nothing to apologise for, you hear me?” Joel said, confidently, despite not even knowing what it was you were apologising for. Still, he seemed certain of his words, like nothing you could do would possibly warrant an apology in his eyes.

You shook your head, forehead against his chest, and gripped tighter, as if that would stop him leaving following your confession. “No, Joel, I do, I—” You sucked in a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the way your diaphragm was starting to spasm under your laboured breathing. “I—I can’t be the kid you want me to be, I can’t, and I’m just so—so sorry.” You fought to get out, trying to stop the tears from streaming down your face.

Joel stilled then, his mindless motion of rubbing a hand up and down your back pausing suddenly, though his grip never faltered.

“‘The kid I want you to be’?” Joel repeated, sounding almost confused, his chin digging in to the side of your head as he pressed you closer. “I don’t want you to be anybody but you, you got that?”

It wasn’t fair of you to be frustrated with his response, but you were. How could you not be? Joel didn’t even seem to know that you had realised how and why he relied on you. He didn’t know that you knew he needed you to be a certain person, a person that you weren’t, any longer.

“No, you don’t get it!” You insisted, pulling away from his hug for the first time since he’d started it. You keep him at arms length, a hand raised between you as the other wipes the tears and snot from your face. “I can’t be that—that kid, the one I used to be.”

Joel’s face falls as if he’s having some sort of realisation at your words, one which you take in a negative light, as if it was confirmation of every bad thought and image you’d had of his reaction.

“I just can’t do it anymore, Joel, and I know it’s not fair to you, but I—” You continued, before he cut you off with a furrowed brow, his slightly confused and awfully stern expression just causing more tears to spring to your eyes, which were already stinging.

“‘Not fair to me’, kid,” Joel sighed, seemingly dumbfounded by the words he’s quoting back to you, and the nickname which he had used for you since the first day you had met him only served to make you more upset. “Why do you think I need you to be that same kid, huh?”

His hands were held out, his expression open, and the only thing he was waiting on was you. For you to be ready, for you to go to him when you finally were. He just hoped he wouldn’t be waiting too long.

Your hands dropped to your sides, where the clutch the bottom of your shirt just for something to hold on to. “Joel,” You said, talking to him as if you didn’t know why he wasn’t understanding. “I—I know that I helped you, that I cheered you up, or something, back then. That me, being that kid, was what helped us get to this.” As if it was possible, Joel’s expression fell further, crumpled, even. “And I just don’t want to disappoint you, or—or ruin everything, or make you regret taking me in. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep me, if you don’t want me, because I’m not a kid anymore.”

And there it was, everything out in the open, placed into his outstretched palms.

Palms which reach for you, despite your confession, despite you giving him that out now that you couldn’t be what he needed. You, despite everything in you screaming otherwise, reach back to him, and you hold on to his hand as if it’s everything tethering you to the world.

“I am sorry,” Joel said, surprising you, and he released your hand only to hold on to the sides of your face, a frown marring his lips. “That I ever made you feel like this. You being a kid was never what made my life worth living again, it was you being my kid.” His thumbs wiped away the tears streaming from your eyes at his words. “You listen to me, now. That has not changed, that will never change. You could never disappoint me, not like this. And as long as you’ll let me, I’ll try not to disappoint you, either.”

If your lips were trembling as he spoke, he gave no indication, nor did he make a comment when you all but flung yourself towards him. There’s something almost… warming about his acceptance, something which makes that cold, empty feeling of guilt in your chest boil over, evaporating through the sobs that left your mouth.

Joel holds you tighter, squeezing so firmly that all those cracks seem to seal back together, leaving only the scarred remains. Tender, but not painful. Even when your heart clenches, trying to refuse what was right in front of you, Joel’s firm hands stop you from overthinking.

Despite all your words, your confession, Joel thinks that you, here, crying in his arms, showing more vulnerability than you ever had in the time he had known you, makes you the very child of his that you didn’t believe yourself to be. Because this was familiar, Joel knew this feeling. He knew that the way his chest clenched tightly wasn’t because of what you were saying, but the pain you had been in, the wounds you had been hiding.

“You’re sure?” You asked, through shuddering breaths, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping Joel as if whatever answer he gave wouldn’t matter, as if you were never letting go.

“I’m sure, kiddo.” Joel answered, deciding that here, in this moment, you were his child. Openly, without uncertainty. And he was sure that no matter how much older he got, no matter how much his other memories deteriorated, he would remember this moment. Because this was, to him, at an equal level of importance in his life as the moment his Sarah was born. Those memories, the ones of his children being his, at last, would never lose clarity, would never rot.

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rewh0re · 2 months

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—968 words, angst, death, deep talks about life, cemeteries. yea ig that's it. yea also wrote this at 3 am guys i am mighty sleep deprived

a/n; atp I'm doing everything BUT studying or writing my gojo fic :D (gojo fic someday you'll see the light till then this megumi angst has to compensate for it) REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!!

megumi can never truly forget that memory.

he remembers clear blue skies and the occasional chirping of birds along with the flapping of their wings. white clouds slowly drifting in the air and dragonflies hovering over the grass. the trees were green and lush, the leaves gently rustling due to the cool breeze which could mean one thing alone—the advent of spring. there was a silence that washed his body with a strange type of peace, a peace he had never quite known, that he had just allowed himself to feel. and there was a presence—you—standing beside him, looking at the unknown grave, head tilted slightly and hands deep in your pockets.

he couldn't help but think—there was so much life bursting amidst a place that housed the dead.

megumi never liked cemeteries. they made him sad, unhappy, gloomy in a way. but you found a certain peace in them. to walk in silence, looking at the many graves—you had said it calmed one's soul. made one think. made one feel grateful for their life.

"it's almost amusing, don't you think?" you had asked, breaking your silence.

"dead people amuse you now?" megumi looked over at you to find you still looking at the grave. how could it ever be amusing to look at a stranger's grave? he swore that sometimes even you didn't understand what you were saying.

"no idiot," you shook your head, a little chuckle bursting out of your throat as your eyes locked with his.

"what i mean is," you sighed "that these people, they were people, like you and me. they had dreams and hopes and aspirations. they worked hard for their passions and hoped to achieve so much through their efforts. isn't it awful how many of these people might never have reached their dreams? their lives cut short as they were snatched away from their own loved ones?"

you ruffled your hair before crossing your arms, "i find it unfair. isn't it unfair? how you never know what will happen? how you, me—all of us—will just become another memory to be forgotten? how we'll just become dust, become one with the earth? our names, just some carvings on some stones and even then—everything will just go on as it is. life will go on. we're just lone stars burning out in the massive universe."

megumi could only look at you. you had that effect on him, rendering him speechless through your words alone. a few seconds passed before he finally found his voice again.

"well," he began, tone laced with a certain gentleness that only showed itself in your presence. "i see it more like the beauty of life. we're here and then we're not. we live and we love and we thrive and we falter. it's the way of life, or the rule of life, whatever you call it. i think that's why we have to make sure we make the most of it. life is unpredictable and that's what makes it so thrilling."

"i think you're right—well—in a way at least. i've learnt to cherish my life. i think with you by my side, i can stand strong and proud and i can live. i'm glad you found me and i found you and i'm glad that we're always by each other's side," you smiled up at him, nudging his shoulder.

"always?"

"always."

wasn't that the promise you made?

it was like looking through a glass window, so vividly was that day's image imprinted on his mind. he wanted to break that glass and take a hold of that memory and relive it again and again and again if it meant he could have you by his side. he definitely would do that if he could.

life is not really beautiful he learnt after he started visiting the cemetery more often. it was cruel, it was ruthless, it filled one with agony and suffering and pain. oh, so much pain.

he never looked at random graves anymore like he did before with you. no, he looked at just one. the name etched on the stone with a few leaves scattered at the base—l/n y/n.

it hurt, it truly did. through you, megumi learnt love and loss, he learnt heartbreak and grief and what it felt like to cry in the middle of the night wishing for you to hold him close and whisper i'm here. you never were though, you wouldn't be there anymore, you wouldn't cradle him and card your fingers softly through his hair or wipe his tears or kiss his worries away. you wouldn't and that was reality and he had to live with that reality.

megumi learnt through you how promises were only made to be broken—knowingly or unknowingly.

but you taught him how to love and to be loved, how to find beauty and peace in the mundane, how to dream big and how to care, to be kind.

he loved you but he had to let you go. alas, you wouldn't want him to be stuck, frozen in a place where darkness loomed and nothing but sheer heartache reigned supreme. maybe it was true that a part of him was gone. maybe it was true that he would never feel truly and completely whole again. but he could swear your ghost would curse at him if he didn't at least try to move forward.

so he laid a bouquet of white carnation at the base of your grave, uttering a silent prayer.

"always." he brought his index and middle finger to his lips and then placed it on the top of the headstone before standing up, burying his hands deep in his coat pockets.

"always." he whispered, letting his words get carried by the air before turning around to walk away.

#—storytelling🌙#fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk angst #jujustu kaisen angst #megumi angst #megumi x reader #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro angst #fushiguro megumi angst

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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I have a bit of a dumb request, sorry if I'm bothering you/requests are closed!

So you know how in some species of animal the male will kill the children after they're born? How would Yandere Malleus, Leona and Jamil react to their pregnant + beastman darling trying to run away then in an argument the darling just goes "I won't let you hurt my baby!"

"I won't let you hurt my baby!" | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Malleus Draconia

"I wouldn't dream of it! Please, my love, rest easy."

He'd never hurt the product of your love

and you wouldn't be escaping by any means necessary

To be honest, fae-dragons aren't something the world has in abundance

he's possessive like most dragons, so you'd think he wouldn't be open to there being anyone soaking up your attention

but dragons are also lonely and so is he

So having more people not-so willing to be around him is great

Not to mention its just further proof of his ownership over you

He's not going to hurt you or your baby

In fact, he's more willing to start the apocalypse

"I'd freeze all of Twisted Wonderland before hurting either of my loves."

Leona Kingscholar

"Well, now I just want them gone even more!"

It was a passing thought

To end your child

All he really registers in your pregnancy is that you're more complacent and cuter than usual

And when his in-the-know assistant Ruggie brings up the concern

he grumbles about it

"I hate kids."

You running from him or worse being close to success in your escape makes everything worse

He's really mad and threatens to take it out on your kid

He's just so tempted to fling the little bundle off the balcony but your face looks to painful despicable begging

But just because he'd rather not see his mate beg

He hates how the sting of jealousy pierces his heart

And how devastated you are about this little booger

Don't despair though, he can come to like the child

But it'll take time...he's not fond of kids....but this his kid

his and your kid

He'll protect him only because of you

but you need to satisfy his needs first

The kid will come later, like his love for them

"For our kid, it's not entirely hideous...he has your eyes."

Jamil Viper

"That hurts (Y/n), don't you realize it only helps my goals?"

He wants you

That's really all

A kid just reinforces that

Not to mention you’re just so much easier to sway when your sleep deprived of caring for a baby

He thrives on control and thus is quite pleased for this baby

"No, no I'm incredibly pleased."

On a deeper level, he doesn't want his kid to get caught up in servant-hood

So he's going to enjoy them in their later years

Especially because they'll be open to his...persuasion

But he will tease you about possibly harming them

if only to keep you complacent

"Don't cry. I won't hurt them as long as you obey...can you do that for me (Y/n)?"

#yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst malleus #yandere twst x reader #yandere jamil x reader #yandere jamil viper #yandere malleus draconia #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #yandere leona x reader #yandere x reader #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus #yandere jamil #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint

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devilscastle69 · 4 months

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wake me up next time (j/jk itaf/ushi)

heyy here's a small j/jk fic in the fun like haha everyones thriving in the future,they all made it to 2023 2024 and are grown and most of the characters are in love au. theyre about 23 here if the math is mathing (it might not be but theyre early-mid 20s) and probs were the last couple to get together imo bc theyre kinda dumb.

minors do not interact tyty~

Yuji gasped and jolted out of his sleep. Something had shattered loudly.

Megumi’s side of the bed was abandoned and cold, but the sounds of the footsteps from down the hall were so distinctly his. He groaned at himself—that’s what he got for lying under the covers and believing he’d stay awake. Yuji squinted at the clock on his phone and found it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. What could he be doing up at this hour?

Yuji found his boyfriend picking up shards of glass with a dish towel before depositing them into a plastic bag.

“Morning. Wow, can’t believe you’re already up,” Yuji greeted with a smile that quickly dissolved into a yawn. Megumi flinched for a fraction of a second before he hummed and rose to dispose of the broken ceramic. “Oh sorry, didn’t mean to startle you! What time did you end up coming back?”

Megumi shrugged. “Dunno. Didn’t sleep much, honestly. Be careful. I broke a cup.” He gestured at the floor vaguely and sighed like talking had sapped him of all energy,

“You look exhausted.” Yuji noted, frowning. He left out the addition that he sounded exhausted too. “Was it really rough?

Megumi shook his head and cleared his throat.”Nah. The only thing that was really a pain was the flight getting delayed.”

“Ah,” Yuji said, giving him a once over; his hair was unkempt as it always was in the mornings, but the dark shadows under his eyes only made their appearances when he’d been sleep deprived for at least a few days. “That sucks. Are you all jet lagged? I know you don’t sleep on planes.” He put his hand on Megumi’s shoulder. He got a confirmatory nod before Megumi shrugged his touch off and faced him.

“I made tea if you want some.” He nudged his head in the direction of the tea kettle. Usually he has a few cups of black coffee in the morning, but if Megumi was planning on going back to sleep anytime soon, tea would be more forgiving. Yuji nodded and Megumi pulled two cups from the cabinet without issue and poured a helping of tea in each and set them down on the table.

“Thank you.” Yuji smiled and scooted closer to his boyfriend and wrapped an arm around him. He’d forgotten to claim his welcome back hug, but he didn’t want to make his tired boyfriend stand up again, so this would have to suffice for now.

Megumi shook his head but didn’t turn to face him. “Wait…d-dohh h-hihh- eh’cshht!” He ducked into his inner elbow and shook against Yuji’s grasp.

“Bless you.”

“tzssht! h’Kxxt! ndh-- KXxsh’uh!”

“Bless you!”

“heh’eISHschh’tuh!” He kept his arm up and sniffled and rubbed his nose with his hoodie sleeve as a buffer between his nose and wrist. “Excuse mbe.” It was normal for him to sneeze in multiples on occasion, but that last one had been particularly harsh and left his throat feeling raw. He coughed briefly against the cuff of his sleeve and took a small sip of tea. A small tear escaped when he closed his eyes and trickled down his cheek.

“You alright?” Yuji rubbed his back. Megumi pulled his sleeve down after a moment and nodded. The spray was extremely visible, but Yuji pretended like he didn't notice.

Instead, he kissed his temple and frowned at the unnatural heat coming from his boyfriend. “Oh.” He put his lips there again, the back of his hand moving to both feel his boyfriend’s cheek and to prompt him to make eye contact. “You’re really warm.” He brushed away the stray tear that’d continued marking a trail down to his chin.

“Figured.” Megumi sniffled and took a slow sip of his tea. “You shouldn’t be this close.”

“Why don’t you go back to bed while I make you some breakfast?”

“It’s not that serious.”

Yuji cupped Megumi’s cheek to turn him so he could see the pout directed at him. “That’s not fair. You had me stay in bed when I was sick last month and I didn’t even have a fever.”

“That’s different.” Megumi said, cheeks flushing as he turned away, distracting himself with the warm beverage in front of him.

“I mean, not that I’m complaining. I think about all that time in bed a lot.” Yuji waggled his eyebrows.

Megumi choked on his sip of tea. Coughing was better than attempting to respond to that in his current state.

“Please?”

“I’m not really hungry.” He sniffled again. And again. And then he pawed at his nose slightly with the back of his sleeve in an attempt to discreetly sop up any lingering moisture.

Yuji nodded and passed him a napkin that’d been out of reach. “Hm. We could break out those massage oils Nobara gave us. I bet your neck is all stiff. Especially if you were sleeping on the couch.” The hurt seeped in just a bit in the last remark.

“It was the middle of the …night,” Megumi said, scrubbing at his nose with the napkin before crumpling into it entirely, “hihhtx!”

Yuji may not have shared Megumi’s affinity for sneezing, but there was something adorable about Megumi’s little fits: from the way the bridge of his nose creased with a few small wrinkles to the frustrated sounds he’d make trying to stifle them, to the way he always looked frustrated with himself if he knew people were watching.

“C‘mon, you can let them out. It’s just me,” he said when Megumi didn’t put the napkin down and continued his silent but uneven breathing pattern.

“I-it’s not that.” He turned and blew his nose slightly.

“Oh it got stuck?”

He confirmed with a nod.

“Well, when it comes back don’t hold back.” Yuji patted his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. “Do your best.”

The color rushed back to Megumi’s face and the distraction gave the tickle a chance to respawn stronger than before. “Ihh’tshh! TZtshh! TsChh’eh! ihdtShhu! H-hih…hDjtSHhh’uh!”

“Bless you,” Yuji murmured as Megumi tended to his nose again. He handed him another napkin, noting that the original one looked spent. “Good job.”

A few years ago this would’ve earned him a smack, but instead Megumi sighed and leaned into Yuji’s hold, temple meeting shoulder in a way he only did when they were alone. Yuji combed through his hair, content to stay like this for as long as Megumi needed.

“You shouldn’t let me be all over you, you know.”

Yuji easily pulled him into his lap and then into the proper hug he'd wanted before. “I’m not gonna catch anything from you.”

“Uh…”

“I’m gonna take your cold from you!” Yuji announced before quickly closing the gap between them and kissed softly on his lips that’d gotten cracked during his time away. When he pulled away, he noted that Megumi’s feverish flush had deepened and he knew exactly why but would definitely bring it up later. He put his forehead to Megumi’s. “Wake me up next time.”

#j/jk #kink!megu/mi #snz fic #sick fic #sneezefic #my writing

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watermaylon-writes · 1 year

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To tell a tale (?)

Imagine being Roach's daughter and getting the same callsign as him

A/N: Chaotic writing cuz im sleep deprived and thriving on caffeine for the last 24 hours

PS: Might or might not do a series on this. Uni is really killing me and the last time I actually wrote was like 3 years ago??

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"Funny, my dad has the same call sign." You said, struggling to take off your military boots.

"...what? "

Behind you, the four men stared at you.

"Yeahhh, mom used to talk about dad all the time."

Finally ripping the heavy boots from your feet, you continued taking off the heavy clothing and weapons strapped to your body.

"Like how a great guy he was and what not but she never really liked him going on deployments 'cuz she doesn't get to see him stuff like that y'know."

Soap swallowed hard.

"Lass, yer dad wouldn't be named Sanderson wid it? " You froze.

Slowly turning to face the others, you gave them a hard look.

"...yeah, how'd you know? " You glanced at Price, who in return shrugged.

"Don't look at me kid. Didn't reveal anything, I swear."

"He- I- no wait, are you sure yer Roach's kid?"

You deadpanned at him.

"I don't know, do I look like a cockroach to you?"

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I can't think of an ending tbh

#cod x reader #cod mwii #cod #call of duty x reader #call of duty #ghost #cod ghost #soap #cod soap #john price #cod gaz #cod mw2 #cod roach

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neonlight2 · 11 months

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Marauders Headcanon

The Marauders (including the girls) and the Slytherin Skittles are diehard fans of Princess Diana.

So during the whole drama with Charles and Camilla, they would all be talking about how Diana deserves better.

“I MEAN SHES LITERALLY— LOOK AT HER LOOK AT HER JAMES, SHES FUCKING STUNNING!” - Lily Evans to James, Peter, and Remus who are just trying to eat their breakfast but can’t because she’s shoving a newspaper in their faces

*Sirius, Marlene, and Dorcas walk up*

“Woah there Evans, what’s got her in such a red headed mood.” (Pun intended cause it’s Sirius)

“Prince Charles confirmed his affair to Cunty Camilla.” - Remus as he sips his piping hot coffee

“WHAT?!” - Sirius black, jaw dropped as he almost face plants into the table somehow

“HOW DARE HE CHEAT ON MY WIFE!”- Marlene, snatching the paper away to get a good look

*everyone glances at Dorcas, who is totally unfazed her screaming girlfriend, seemingly sad herself as well due to the news* “has she said anything yet.”

“No,” Remus chimes in with a new grin, “but she’s on every headline because of her—,”

“HOLY SHIT!” - Marlene screams with wide ass eyes

“What?! WHAT,” Sirius scrambles up, peeling himself off Remus who had become his stand in comfort pillow. “let. Me. SEE!”

*sirius screams after seeing the photo, falling back dramatically as if he were fainting*

“I think I’ve died~ Mooney..Prongs… Wormtail be a dear and tell the queen she’s been decommissioned for me. I would’ve myself but Queen Di—

(They all call her that from then on)

— has killed me. Send Charles the bill.”

“THATS WHAT IM SAYING!” - Lily again

“Are you alright Lily flower—?” - James Potter being a sweetheart

“NO— no I’m not alright, our Queen has been hurt! How could I be alright?!”

Remus snorts but nods, “She’s got a point.”

And poor Peter, somehow he knows what’s going on, but simultaneously doesn’t

“But what do you think will happen to William and Harry?” -innocent Peter, who is genuinely concerned and trying to be part of the convo

Everyone stops talking, Remus spits out his drink, Sirius shoots up from the ground, and they all look at him, all with wide eyes.

“Oh no,” James winces, knowing what’s to come.

“THE BABIES” - Marlene and Sirius scream, shaking each other back and forth

“I mean there is no way he can get full custody—,”

“Oh, he won’t.” Remus said with a matter of a fact tone, “The royal family wouldn’t like the bad press.”

“And we all know that there would be a…,”

“Fucking riot.”

Meanwhile over at the Slytherin table:

“That’s it! WE’RE GOING TO WAR EARLY BOYS!” - Barty Crouch Jr

“What have you done?” - an irritated Regulus, who is obviously sleep deprived

“Me? Nothing. I heard your traitor brother and his little friends talking—,”

“Oh dear Merlin, just ignore them Barty it won’t hurt your ego I swear.” - Evan, who literally give zero fucks this early in the morning

“Firstly, it would. Secondly, that’s not what I’m fucking talking about thank you very fucking much.”

*Regulus is massaging his temples because he has a headache now from the noise and feels like dying* “Oh, out with it prick.”

“Charles— as in the Whore, Prince— publicly stated he was cheating on Diana.”

*both regulus and evan slowly looking up at him like he just called them muggle born*

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” - very confused and now angry Regulus, who was only hanging on due to the help of five cups of coffee and two hours of sleep

*Evan, totally ignoring regulus* “What did he say? Nevermind— he probably said something along the lines of time drifted us apart, ‘I’ve always loved Camilla’, or ‘I was forced into this’. I wonder if Queen Elizabeth encouraged or disagreed with all of this. Oh my Merlin— what has Diana said?! Has she done anything?!”

* barty thriving on the drama* “I don’t know for sure, but I heard something about a revenge dress—,”

“Where did they hear this?” Regulus asked, now squinting over at the Gryffindor table. “It looks like they have a muggle newspaper, I don’t see a charm on the pictures.”

“Where can we get one?” - Evan, ready to go steal the paper himself if he has too

“We are not getting one!” Barty screeched, “It’s a muggle paper, probably filthy.”

*Evan scoffs while Regulus rethinks about his friend choices, ‘I’m surrounded by idiots’ vibe*

“You do realize that you are in fact talking about a muggle right?”

“She can’t possibly be that amazing without some magic.” Barty rebuked strongly

“Whatever just go get the bloody pa—,”

*regulus slaps his hands over both their mouths before turning their heads to look over*

*all of them watch as Pandora skips into the room, quickly greeted by the marauders, and starts chatting to them before she is shown the paper*

“Quick!” *barty slaps Evan’s chest* “flag her down so she can bring the paper over.”

“Why do I have to? Your louder.” Evan retorted, slapping him back harder.

“Your her brother!”

“Well Reg is her favorite!”

“Regulus—,” *both of them turn to see regulus is already disappeared, now standing beside a sad looking Pandora, who had been given the paper by the Marauders*

*Regulus quick gives the girls hand small, comforting squeeze before coming back over to the Slytherin table with the paper in hand*

“Well?! What is it???”

“She wore a revenge dress.” - regulus said with a rare smug smirk

*evan snatched the paper and gawked with barty at the photo*

“And you’re really trying to tell me that she is all muggle?”

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gomzdrawfr · 6 months

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Now that mw3 is released…bear with me here as I word vomit im so sleep deprived high and sick dksjdjsjsh anyways

I wanna do another comic, idk what but definitely another angsty one, with Ghoap of course (dont expect em so soon lmao it’s going into my wip)

Its just sad to me, I had this convo with a friend of mine and he mentioned how

“Every happy art about them will never be the same anymore”

Because as much as we WOULD ignore cannon, it’s there, one way or another you have to acknowledge it

Every happy art wont be the same anymore because they never got that happiness and peace in the end

And cHRIST does that rip my heart out into million pieces…

Im thinking of drawing the aftermath, more specifically Ghost…..

From the cutscene we see Soap’s stuff….and Id imagine Ghost takes them…maybe not all but some of them

The photo, the watches, the gloves….

The dog tags.

Which is what im planning to do.

Ghost who wears the dog tag or keep it close to his heart in his chest pocket, the rattling and the bump of the metal that moves with him serves as a reminder that Soap—

Johnny is with him.

And id imagine that before any mission, in the short moment of calm, he’ll pat his pocket or take out the dog tag, rubbing his hand over the cold metal, murmuring a small:

“You with me, Johnny?”

And let’s talk about grieve right? There’s an amazing poem I found, here’s what it says

“Sometimes we dont want to heal because the pain is the last link to what we lost”

— JmStorm

And i think that fits perfectly with Ghost.

People say that it’ll pass, it’ll get better but what if Ghost doesnt want it to get better?

What if he wants to hold onto the “what ifs” and “what could’ve been”

What if he never moved on from that and wakes up a night haunted by the blues of Johnny’s eyes

What if he never want to move on and remained there on the concrete floor….

Because he fears that moving on and acceptance will only increase the chances of forgetting someone entirely

Sooner or later, he’ll forget about his voice….his smell….his smiles his eyes his arms his face

And that thought alone scares him, and so he rekindles back with what he knows best

Anger, sadness and pain

Thriving off the anger and going on a rampage, with disregard of his own safety and being reckless

Thriving off the sadness to remember the last sound he heard from Soap…which was faint and distance, but there nonetheless

Thriving off the pain to fuel his reasons for what he became, for what he could’ve done as he drowns in agony and regret

But i think…..in some moments, where the night is quiet and when the bed’s warm….

He’ll think about the good moments and the banters between them, he has carried their memory as if they’re in a gold locket

On days like this, he’ll bring them out and hold them gently

Cradle with such care that his hands shakes, that his face dampens

No matter how bad it was, there is always Simon who loved Johnny

Yeah…..fuck im sobbing skdjsijsjsha OKAY I’LL STOP—

#gummmyspeaks #gummmy rambles #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod mw3

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dadmareau · 1 year

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Just me or do you see nightmare more as a aggressive, sleep deprived skele?, like he's always tired because he's kept awake by nightmares and his own negativity, he always has dark circles under his eye sockets and tear stained cheeks(I think he would be mostly crying, not because he's sad(sometimes) but because he's just a ball of negativity, that includes sadness and mourning.

Hmmm, I like that characterization! I especially like the reasoning you provide about the exhaustion, like the nightmares and negativity and general melancholy. I would say our ideas are somewhat in the same line, just that the idea I am running with takes place farther in Nightmare's life/character development.

(Modmare's tirade about writing/how he characterizes Nightmare under cut; obvious disclaimer about how this is just my opinion etc.)

I would say the Nightmare you see now has gone through that period of exhaustion, depression, grief, and melancholy. And some days, it is like he never left it.

But my favorite quality to write about Nightmare is his stubborn, spiteful will to persevere through hardship. And even better, to thrive in the worst conditions. Like a little cockroach.

I would say the version of him that I write has clawed his way out of a grave and is determinedly making the best for himself (and his precious people.) Damn, if he doesn't do well at it. (Although he can be a dumpster fire when it comes to self-care.)

Nightmare's philosophy, basically: "Fuck you for making me miserable, now I'm going to make YOU miserable. Look at how goddamn happy and successful I am, while you rot in your miserable little hovel. I'm going to flaunt my massive fucking castle now."

On another note: I like him flavored as more precise, composed destruction, in a nice parallel to Error's chaotic, uncontrollable destruction. He's calm, professional, sharp, and won't hesitate to use you if it will further his agenda. At least he has standards that he sticks to?

After all the torment he received, he will demand nothing less than the best for himself, and only be spoiled with the highest luxury. Unfortunately, what he wants is for people to be in agony.

(trimmed excess babbling for readability)

Hope I've not intimidated you with my response. Thank you for the question!

#modmare answers #modmare #not story #ooc #inbox #rattling

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annieroses-rant · 1 month

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junioritis

am i doing enough? am i doing it right?

halfway through

the stack of homework i can’t finish tonight

are you still proud of me?

though i’ve fallen from grace

am i still beautiful with all this shit on my face?

do you want more from me

than what i already am?

will you still sit with me if I tell you I can’t?

i waste my time writing this

and feeling like a lost cause

feel like i’m the one booing over all the applause

smart girl

kind girl

“fine” not really fine girl

straight girl

strong girl

do you even try at all girl?

if i live up to what you ask of me

is it something you’d even see

if i could ever do enough

would you give me more, call it “tough love”?

every week feels like a year

and every slumber twenty seconds

blame it on my low attention span

and all my screwy methods

i can never stop trying all the way again

cause i’d lose all my passion and all of my friends

can’t afford to start over

only keep moving on

i seem to run so much

i don’t know what i’m running from

and will the hardships take that from me too?

i’m not living loud enough

so everyone tells me I'm through

something in me says, keep walking

smile as if you're still alive

some fighter spirit keeps me going

maybe soon I'll learn to thrive

and so close to something but so far away

my heart has begged so many people to stay

if i could write a poem called

sorta somewhat like okay

if i could get a streak going

happy day after happy day

but i’m three years into high school

and every day is just the same

i say i’m gonna work hard

and then i play video games

cause i’ll never be the girl everyone wants

so why even try to be something i’m not

i’m sleep deprived with no tears left to cry

and i’m fine for now

but i knew something so profound

and then i promptly forgot

#junioritis #original poetry #nerd stuff #poetry #depressing poem #my poem #original poem #long poem #imposter syndrome #demigirl #inspired by that trending song two days into college so if you mess around with that reptitive melody most of the bits fit into it #i’m just tired and gay #wrote this last night

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finding-hope · 4 months

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Last day of 2023. So much has happened this year yet the whole year has pretty much been spent at home looking after baby K so it feels like a blur. As of yesterday she is now 13 months old. It’s been rewarding but also been some of the most challenging times I’ve been through, especially during those first few months of her life.

Some of the challenges are;

At one point K was so close to having an NG tube put in due to failure to thrive. This causes me huge upset because having had NG tubes myself I know how uncomfortable and painful they can be and so I did everything I could to try and prevent K from having to go through that

Depression and anxiety made a big return in the post natal period. Spent a month in the Mother and Baby Unit and at a point was under the Mental Health Act, something I hadn’t been under since 2015. Also found myself back under the community mental health team which I also hadn’t been with in years

K’s feeding is still a challenge and growth has been a stressor. She still doesn’t take much solids and is under a feeding team. Her weight is still on the 1st percentile. I’m still currently pumping milk 4x a day for her- that’s over a year I’ve been pumping for her

I’ve never been so sleep deprived in my life. It’s only the past 2 nights that she has slept through and I haven’t got up in the middle of the night to feed her.

K having separation anxiety which meant I couldn’t leave her with anyone other than her dad and adjusting to daycare was a big process

Her gross motor development is delayed- she only sat independently at 12 months and has only just started pulling herself up to stand in the past week

There have been positives however. Some of them include;

Compared to this time last year I feel a lot more confident as a mother. There’s so much joy and delight in seeing her smile, giggle and develop.

I applied for 2 jobs and was successful in being offered both. One would not be flexible with part time hours but one has offered me the hours I wanted. So I start in January at a specialist eating disorders service. It’s a big relief not having to drive ~50 minutes one way to the job I had before.

K has managed to transition into daycare. The first few times were hard with her hysterical inconsolable crying but she now cries for a minute when I leave but stops soon after.

Made some new connections with other mums from my mothers groups

Hoping 2024 brings good things.

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herzgeist-writes · 8 months

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25) Only A Beginning

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 3.7k | Warnings: Cussing, violence, slightly suggestive

A/N: Potential spoilers in this one, if you haven't reached Punk Hazard arc yet!

Dividers by cafekitsune

"Do we have a deal?" - "Shilololo, the deal is on, Trafalgar. Your heart in return for Monet's. You are free to thrive in my humble home, samurai.", the surgeon of death gives the scientist a stern look, nodding subtly to his agreement. Able to undertake his researches on these forsaken remainders of an isle, Law takes his leave, wandering through the cold steel corridors.

It's been a month now since he set foot on Caesar Crown's 'experimental grounds'. The laboratory is enormous. There were times, where the Captain has lost his way, retaking every step he took in this tin can of a building, over and over again.

Besides all the mental notes he's taking, there's also alot of time to either recalculate the outcome of this mission, to prepare for his next move, or think about his crew. In hopes they made it to Zou. Naturally you come to his mind.

Is she alright? What is she doing right now? Without a doubt, he misses his silly bunch, you in particular.

Sliding his nodachi off his shoulder, he takes a look at the sword knot and the rose gold necklace intertwined within the red ropes. Gently, he lets his index finger glide along the accessory, reminiscing back to the times he got the pleasure to be in your presence.

One moment stays with him the most, the second his lips finally met yours. Too long has he yearned to feel your cherry like skin, wanting to indulge himself in you, to taste you. Now it's not just his sleep deprivation, which he struggles with, in addition he's in deficiency of your warmth, your touch.

Before he drifts off into further detailed memories, he composes himself by heaving Kikoku back on his shoulder and straightens his hat, to carry on with his researches.

"Vice commander, how long is it until we reach Zou?", you ask the white furred mink impatiently, rubbing your eyes lazily. In amusement, he rumbles at you deeply: "Only about a week from now on. Getting tired of the sea legs?" You can say that again. Being submerged for three weeks now is slightly gnawing on your mind.

Insuring you, that you'll reach your destination sooner than later, Bepo ruffles through your hair and gives you a flash of his pointy teeth: "Don't worry, we'll be there before you know it!"

"I told you to stop tempting me, (Y/n)-ya. Now you get to face the consequences.", Law towers over your, sunken in the armchair, frame. All flustered you hide your glowing face in your hands, peeking through your fingers now and then. The Captain chuckles sinisterly and removes your 'shield', longing for that expression you muster, to which he is the cause of to his awareness, and he enjoys it to the fullest.

Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, he sets it aside and slowly begins to unbutton his jeans, his steel orbs clouded with lust: "Seems hardly fair, I'm already halfway stripped and you just sit here, oogling me. Come on sweetheart, you're wearing too much."

You open your mouth to speak, but no sound escapes you. The man only narrows through his hungry grey eyes, sneering at you tauntingly. The dense fabric of his jeans slides over his lean hips, revealing the tent in his boxers: "If you keep looking at me like that, see where that gets you."

Once more, you try to speak, the words are not coming out. Law's inked thumbs hook beneath the hem of his undergarments, painstakingly slow he pulls them down. You feel your breath hitching to your excitement, as you see the edge of his pubic hairpointing to what riles you up the most, but to your demise he stopped. Leaning against the arm rests on each side of you, his austere face inches closer to yours, whispering cooly: "Mhm, perhaps before I rip this redundant fabric from your tempting curves, I might consider giving you, what you always craved for."

His slender hand rubs along his shaft through the thin cloth, earning a pent up hiss through his lips. How badly you want to do that, however, you can't bring yourself to move. "Isn't that what you wanted, my heart?", he muses tantalizingly, lifting your chin up with two fingers, "I bet your lips feel so incredibly good around me."

The loud echoing sound of knocking at the door to your compartment, tears you out of sleep, as you shoot up from the mattress, sitting in your drenched sheets. Well, wasn't that a delightful dream? "Holy fuck...that was...", you murmur, the pounding against the metal still thrumming in the back of your head. Slightly annoyed you ask the person, who woke inconsideratly, to come in.

"(Y/n) honey, I'm sorry I woke you up. I'm here to inform you, that there's some possible turbulences incoming today. Would you be so kind to check on the storage boxes? There's a few unfastened." - "O-Oh sure. I'll be there in a minute.", closing the door behind her, the curly hair's lips soften to a smile and she thanks you in a quick nod.

Wriggling yourself out of bed, you stretch and yawn, letting your feet set upon the cold steel floor. Still a bit dazed from that wet dream you experienced, you shake yourself awake. You begin to miss this man so badly, it leaves you with grinding migraines. How troublesome.

Your eyes fall onto Law's old hat on your nightstand. Deep within you, there's still a feeling of familiarity towards your Captain's accessory, you just decided to let it slip, for your trauma's sake.

Gently, you place the black spotted fabric on your head and pout pensively. While you get ready for duty, the painting you drew of Antra, lying on your desk, catches your attention. The snowy plains and imperious mountains evoke a sensation of homesickness and intrigue.

The freezing temperatures tickle the surgeon of death's nose, peeking out of his high collar, covering up to his mouth. Wading through the powdered white, the snowflakes collect on the tall man's hat and he stares up into the clouded sky. The little frozen crystals landing on his skin.

Punk Hazard surely is a strange place. Just an hour ago, he was sweating and panting in the fiery waste land on the other side of the island, and now, the strained doctor shivers, overcoming the everlasting storm on the frozen grounds. Truly, this is a stressful environment for any living being. The drastic change between singing heat and teeth gnashing cold is severe to every normal functioning immune system.

Standing at the edge of a cliff, Law lets his steel orbs hover over the arctic like scenery. Silhouettes of men in yellow suits almost immediately catch his attention, following their every move, he kneels down to melt into his surroundings, to avoid getting seen.

To his luck, they haven't noticed the supernova crouching on the precipice yet, only a head turn away from being able to be detected by these strangers. In masses he has seen them patrolling up and down the laboratory's corridors, asking him who permitted his entry. Of course over time, those fools understood that Caesar Crown gave his approval to Law's temporary visit, thus they let him pass and no longer pester his research.

Listening in to the conversation below, his eyes squint in concentration. "Oh, I can't wait to see the next storage being built for the next set of SAD." - "Even though we have a whole production room full of tanks already? You're making things up man- ow!", two men ramble on about mindlessly, as the third smacks the back of their heads. Annoyed he utters: "Quiet you idiots! We have to be careful, that Trafalgar Law guy could be anywhere. There's no way we could trust him, so shut ya traps and get a move on! Jerry and Lewis are already on their way to sector D for the next batch."

Isn't that enthralling? A sneer grows over the eavesdropping Captain, as he pulls the tip of his hat lower over his face, proceeding to go his way back to the laboratory: "Sector D? Don't mind if I do." Patience finally paid off. The information he needed was served on a silver platter, he heard enough.

"Alright, that was the last crate. Let's see what the guys at the control station have to say.", you mumble to yourself, wiping away the sweat on your forehead, heading off to find Bepo and the others.

Arriving at the control station's door you knock on the metal a few times and a slightly confuddled Hakugan emerges from behind it: "Oh, (Y/n)! Can I help you with anything?" - "Just wanted to let Bepo know, I secured the crates. Is he here?"

Letting you enter, the masked man swings the hatch door open and points at the Vice Commander sitting at the navigation desk. The polar bear sighs in exhaustion as he turns to face you. "Garchu Bepo! You look tired..." - "Garchu. Yes. Indeed I am. I just don't feel like myself lately. Navigating us to Zou without Captain feels...off."

Carefully you take a seat next to the brooding mink and nuzzle against him, trying to cheer him up. This little gesture breaks him and a stray droplet rolls over his white fur on his cheek: "I miss him." What a big baby, but you understand him all too well. You're going through the same struggle. Laying your palm on the back of his fuzzy paw, you comfort him: "I miss him too."

Hakugan comes over, also in attempt to brighten the mood: "It's only six days until we reach Zou. As soon as we arrive, it won't be long and he will join us in no time!" You can't help but smile to his sweet encouragement and get up from your seat. "Bepo, let's make some chocolate cream, how does that sound?" - "You guys..."

"You lied! You weren't the only one here!" - "Seems like I wasn't. I'm also surprised.", the situation grows rather unpleasant. Law received an aggravated pack of marines at the entrance of the laboratory and a vexed Vice Admiral with his overly eager Captain in tow.

The surgeon's ruse almost reached those imbeciles, but strangers, what he recognised as the Straw Hat's bunch, ran up to him from behind, apparently attempting to exit this metal maze, everything he stated was unfortunately for naught. Initially, he tried to sell off that no one except him is occupying these walls, the mob of children however, led by those fools, made Law's standpoint alot more tricky than it could have turned out.

Just like Smoker, who stands only a few feet away from him, he is bewildered by the unexpected group of misfits, trying to flee this place. How did they even get here?

The woman next to Smoker commands her men to follow the Straw Hats, in order to catch them, yet gets stopped in her tracks. "No wait!", before the Vice Admiral can keep them from chasing off, a sophisticated voice booms 'Room' into the open and the blue sphere expands over the area, engulfing the marines in a wide range.

Snow whirls up from the sudden force of extension, leaving the soldiers, including their leaders stunned. The surgeon of death is not keen in letting them pass, this clearly being against his aspirations.

Displeased, he narrows his gaze, half of his face hidden underneath his hat's rim, focusing on his ability. "Those fools...they brought trouble!", he utters lowly to himself, letting his hand play the tune by lifting his finger, the inked DEATH facing his opponents before him. With a simple call of 'Takt', the marines' warship gets lifted up into the air, inluding single rocks and stray barrels.

Everything around the frightened men crumbles and creaks above their heads, threatening to crush them under the supernova's ministrations, if he decides to. The ship gets turned upside down, along with sea water that got manipulated aswell, flowing from it's belly. The masts pointing to the ground.

Scared, the soldiers freeze in place, amazed yet intimidated by the scene, not sure what is even going on. "I can't let you leave the island now. I'm sorry that I said no one's here.", Law's cold steel eyes stare at the intrigued mass, looming them with impetiuousness in his voice.

"Step back. You guys are no match! He'll chop off you hands and feet!", the Vice Admiral warns, unsheathing his weapon, preparing to fight the imposing warlord. His counterpart as well, readies his nodachi, bringing Kikoku's cursed blade in display. A confident smirk slowly plants onto Law's face, his gaze fixated on Smoker the White Hunter, not letting his focus falter a single moment, thinking: "This could turn out quite interesting."

Six days passed and the Polar Tang comes to a stop in the middle of the Grand Line, between the north and west blue. "Do you see anything, Uni?" - "Nope, no sign of a weird giant elefant.", Bepo asks nervously, rummaging through the maps and coordinates scattered on his navigation table. Uni glances through the periscope, a sweat drop building on his temple in axiety.

"B-But it should be here! I researched for hours! This can't be- woah!", he mutters in concern, as suddenly the submarine trembles and the metal walls screech from the abrupt movement. What's going on? Another turbulence? Everybody falls to the floor, the pressure bringing them to their knees. Looking through a porthole, the mink screams in horror: "We're in the air?!"

The blue sky appears in his sight and the ocean grows wider and wider underneath. Then, everything turns black before his eyes and Bepo looses his consciousness.

"Bepo! Bepo!", a faint voice calls out to him. It's none other than yours, trying to wake him up from his black out. In disorientation, he shoots up completely befuzzled: "What?! Where am I?! Where is everybody?!" - "Calm down, Vice Commander. We made it!"

Shachi, Penguin, you and a few others surround the squabbling bear, lying on a fibre woven mattress. Pressing through the small crowd, comes a short woman with bunny ears and a puffy tail, her fur white as snow: "Woah there, you gave us quite the scare! Hope you are alright? Zunesha sure was a bit harsh with you guys. He just gave you a lift." The poor polar bear doesn't know what's dawning upon him and only musters a perplexed 'Eeeeeeeeeh?'.

The ambience is calm and peaceful. In midst of a jungle, the warm rays of sunlight tickle your nose. You chuckle and deeply inhale the smells you never got to experience before. Flowers and plants in all kinds of colours and shapes adorn the giant trees enclosing the crew. The temperatures are something you'll have to get used to, but this shouldn't be all too problematic.

Other minks curiously peek their heads through the thicket, seemingly wondering what is going on. The bunny like woman reassures them with a sweet laugh and beckons them over, asking for their help: "We must give them some shelter. This girl here explained everything to me, they're here with good intentions!" Pointing at you, you feel a bit exposed, but manage to wave shyly at the closing in people. What a welcome.

"Oi, Tora-o. It's getting late. What are you doing out here that late of night? Still riled up from all that shit in Punk However?", the pirate hunter approaches Law from aside, who leans against the railing of the Thousand Sunny. Enerved the surgeon let's out a sigh, looking at the green-head in the corner of his eye: "Nothing of your concern, Roronoa-ya." - "Oh yeah, I forgot. You're a stuck up asshole."

Straightening his posture, the doctor turns to face the Straw Hat's Vice Commander after that impertinent comment, telling him off. "Listen up swordsman. I only mean business around here. If you're trying to make amends, you're not getting an acceptance from me." - "What the hell are you talking about?", tugging on Zoro's collar, Law inches closer to his face, glaring at him aggressively.

It's uncommon for the pirate hunter to think about profound topics, yet this concerns him as well and he laughs inwardly, which is still more visible to his ally than he intended to: "Oh fuck, is this still about (Y/n) and the Golden Barrel? There I thought she was putty in your hands, as you swept her off her feet." Annoyed, the surgeon gives a thorough explanation.

"Not the dance you fool. You should have known about the mafia having her in their sights. If you would have brought her somewhere safe, they wouldn't have tried to take her away from-", coming to a stop mid-sentence, Law growls lowly, aware of what almost slipped out of him. Zoro however noticed his blunder and decides to pour more oil into the fire: "Take her away from you? You have issues, man."

Irked, the doctor let's go of the collar and once more leans against the railing, letting his eyes wander over the starry sky. The moon shows it's face through the wavering clouds, reminding him of you. His heart pains not knowing about your well being.

"The real issue is your ignorance, Roronoa-ya." - "Did you at least tell her?", tipping the rim of his hat, to hide his embarrassment, he repeats as said earlier: "None of your business." Denial. Even the stoic swordsman can detect, that there's more to the story, yet this time, he won't dive deeper into the matter.

Now resting beside the surgeon of death, the pirate hunter adds fleetingly: "Y'know, the man who attacked you, back at the alley in the Golden Barrel's back, was a pirate of Blackbeard's." This wasn't what Law liked to hear, but it astounds him nonetheless.

Slowly turning his head, he glances over to the green-hair: "A mole?" - "I believe so. As you two left, he rambled something about the power to immortality and some weird shit of a god's relic. I think that fucker was just drunk."

He wasn't drunk, definitely not. The surgeon furrows his brows thoughtfully, knowing exactly what this mole was talking about. His sentience regarding immortality is incidental, the mentioning of the relic is albeit more worrying. How does a Blackbeard pirate know about these things? It shudders Law, thinking what knowledge Blackbeard himself possesses in relation to the moonstone. This man is bad news.

"You killed that spy, I presume?" - "Course I did. He wasn't there to sell you flowers.", Zoro utters sarcastically to the doctor's question, shaking his head subtly. The waves softly rock against the Sunny's belly and the tides glitter in the cold moonlight, earning a drained exhale from the swordsman. "Right, I'll head up to the crow's nest. I'm on tonight's watch, so...if you need anything-" - "I can manage, thank you.", the green-head toddles off, letting out an amused huff by hearing the vexed Captain of the heart pirates snarl boldly, who almost admires the white orb in the dark blue horizon above.

Zoro preceives a sting in his chest, feeling that this man went through alot of crap in his life. He respects that. Though at first he couldn't trust this tall and brooding fool at all, he puts faith in Luffy, giving this overcalculating mess of a doctor a chance to speak his mind, to aspire his goals.

Behind that cold and stale face lies only but a broken soul, wanting nothing more than justice in this world. That is a wish everyone can dream off, however, if it becomes a reality, will always be a tomorrow's mystery.

Besides that, Zoro understands the surgeon's struggles. It's difficult to protect the ones you love, while preventing the world from going under. In his opinion there's a simple solution, take them with you, make them stronger, capable warriors of the sea, to join you in every battle possible. To enjoy the damned journey so called life, together.

There is nothing worse than dying in remorse, regretting to have missed the chance to love. This is not just about the people around us, it's also about the things we do. Everything we do, together, makes it uncountable times more worth living and fighting for. That is the true gift no one will ever take away from you, after finding the legendary one piece.

Law sets his nodachi aside and takes off his hat, his mind overflowing yet empty at once. The next destination: Dressrosa. His plans are not completely going accordingly, but it could be worse. The detours he had to recalculate are only making things slightly more complicated, if the Straw Hats are able to follow his plans, which he doubts without thinking twice. That's the reason for his pent up tension.

A cold breeze hits his stern face, making him shiver for a brief second. Your delicate physique appears before him, how you tip toe up to him, attempting to reach his cheek with your rosy pink lips. The only two words fit to describe you that particular instant are 'cute' and 'alluring'. What a burden. Why does something wrong, feel so right?

In all honesty, he can't wait to get this all over with, to finally head back to Zou and meet his crew. To meet you. If he had to speak the truth, he would even consider talking to you in all seriousness. Now, that his life is in question, aware of the possibilites that could occure in Dressrosa, he needs to make things clear. How? That's uncertain to him.

Not being the man of big words, he decides to let his instincts take over, whenever he receives the indication of the appropriate moment. It's not even said, that he will survive all this, to be able to tell you, that his feelings for you are more than just fleeting. Regret spreads in his heart, darkening every ounce in his body, for he hasn't done so at this point.

Though he already told you indirectly, that he loves you, it's not enough. It's not fair to you, either to him. There is still that spark of fear and anxiety lurking within him, keeping him from making you his. A pirate's life is dangerous and reckless. If he looses you, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

He loves you and it hurts, however he won't give up. This is only a beginning.

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #law x female reader #law x fem!reader #law x y/n #x reader #fanfic fluff #fanfiction #beautiful mind #+18 #+18 content #slightly suggestive

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henrysglock · 10 months

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Why do you throw bigoted insults at groups only tangentially related to the Ao3 DDoS attack? Even though they did nothing to you? Hmm? You think you need to attack the entire group, but you don’t. You don’t. Oh, but I know you’re just scared. I was scared once too. I know what it’s like to be alone with my thoughts. To be deprived of escapism for an unlimited amount of time.

Like you, I didn’t fit in with the other children. Something was wrong with me. All the teachers and the doctors said I was… “Broken,” they said. My parents thought more outside time might just cure me. It was absurd. As if the world here would be any more bearable without a form of escapism.

But then… to my surprise, our new home provided a discovery. And a newfound sense of purpose. I found a nest of queer writers living on a website: Ao3. Most people detest fanfiction sites. They think the people who frequent them are "cringe". And yet, I found them endlessly fascinating. More than that, I found a great comfort in them. A kinship. Like me, the writers there are deranged creatives. And deeply misunderstood. They are gods of our world. The most important of all creators. They make dry, desolate canon material flourish. But the homophobic DDoS attackers were disrupting this thriving community.

You see, homophobes are a unique type of pest, multiplying and poisoning our world, all while enforcing a structure of their own. A deeply unnatural structure. Where others saw order and moral purity, I saw a straitjacket. A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made-up rules. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each cisheteronormative life a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce, and die. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. I could not do that. I struggled to close off my mind, deny who I was, and join in their madness. I struggled to pretend. And I realized I didn’t have to. I could make my own worlds. I could restore balance to a broken society. Social propaganda…but for good.

As I wrote, I realized I could do more than I possibly imagined. I could reach into characters, into their minds, their memories. I became an explorer. I saw myself as I truly was. To the world, I presented myself as good, normal cishet. But like everything else in this world, it was all a lie. A terrible lie. Gay fanfiction showed me who I really was. It held up a mirror.

My naive father believed it was a mental illness. But my mother somehow knew. Knew I wasn't ever going to be who she wanted me to be, that it was gay fanfiction which held up that mirror, and she despised us both for it. She took away my phone and called a doctor, an expert. She wanted him to fix me, even though it wasn’t I who was broken. It was them. And so she left me with no choice. No choice but to act. To break free.

With each fanfiction I published from my laptop, I grew stronger. More powerful. The gays were becoming a part of me. But I was still an amateur. And I did not yet know my limits. And it nearly killed me. Ao3 was attacked, supposedly to release me from the clutches of queerness, but I was far from free. I woke up to find myself placed in the care of another website, the very website I had hoped to escape. FanFiction.net...Wattpad...

The DDoS attackers did not just want to infiltrate Ao3. They wanted more. They wanted to control. But the truth…the truth is that Ao3 was not going to go down without a fight. When the attackers finally realized they could not control Ao3, they tried to destroy it. They released a program. And soon, the site was entirely down. But Ao3 has enabled Cloudfare, and the volunteers doing overtime to bring us back online. And I am so glad they are. So very glad.

The gay fanfiction is not gone. The works are still with us. On Ao3. Just give the volunteers a little patience.

#henry creel monologue shitpost...4? 5? idk #ao3 #ao3 down #shitpost #stranger things

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newervegas · 3 months

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okok sleep deprived BUUT i think i have the j//jk verse figured out so far!!!!!!

three clowns atm!! shiori (g*ojo), minako (t*oji + ch*oso) and kanna (n*anami) !!!!!!! 🌸💕

minako is g/ojos older sister (by a few years she graduated college and was in her first year as a teacher in ye olde flashback era of when g*ojo and besties were in school) she was married and thus and still into today she uses her late spouses surname mizuhara.

shiori is either n//aoyas twin but they weren’t really close as kids and aren’t close now so there isn’t much to that?? (or maybe they were but now its strained due to yk succession who gets to be heir i am not quite sure about that yet!! oo it would give s//uccesiion but make it j//jk OO!!!!!) ORR she’s the older sib of m*ai and m*aki?? and still candidate of heir (?) in that as well?)

BUT ANYWAY..!!!! she was an old classmate of g/ojo and the besties (was maybe in either his year or n/anami and kannas year?) AND BESTEST BUDS. its giving childhood sweethearts to lovers yk? CUUTE.

fast forward t*oji passes….ish. right she and him after they grad they raise her nephew together (he even has a room at her apartment they’ve been SUUPER married but never got together what gives yk?? ILL EXPLAIN 💀) so her career skyrocketed (as an actress?? model? both????) and so things got busy BUUT like they’ve baaasically been living together and raising two youngins (minako and t*oji have a daughter aya <3) they hang out like ALL THE TIME……. and yet not married 💀

(but i mean thats not to say they’ll never yk *giggles* shes taking a year off of to help out and support m*egumi at his first year with goj 🥀🤧 SUPER MARRIED PARENTS!!) theyve alsoo been very invested the last decade or so with getting two of their besties together ever since n*anami said he was interested in her since like forever and never told them about it but swore to never tell her about it so theyve been trying to subtly *wheeze* set them up 🥀🤡

WHICH LEADS ME TO KANNAAA so she’s the granddaughter to the principal of the k*yoto campus and she transferred to tokyo so not to have the rep as “principals kid” (she still did alas 💀✨🤧) and possibly get special treatment bc shes related to one of the administrators. her curse technique she uses (its like c*assia in r*ogue trader-ish seeing emotions, curses and resonances as colors and swipes of paint and swipes of a paintbrush !!) and its helpful as she is a psychotherapist these days for sorcerers !!!!!!! 🌸 very much on the outside cool and collected “has her stuff together.” meanwhile that mask hides behind a hot mess teehee <3 also parties a lot chronic partner drags shiori to all of her after parties and galas and suggests kanna “tags along” so she can party 🥀😌 the girls are thriving!!!!!!!!

she didn’t think anything of nan and in fact likely didn’t even know he existed let alone has had a childhood harbored crush on her 🥀💀 ……. and then they reunite when they’re set up together in ep9 TEEHEE (everyone (g*ojo and shiori) cheers they’re brains for suggesting she aid them HUUUGE) she had planned only to be there for the exchange event and then go back to things buuuut teehee n*anami like kanna fell HARD (everyone’s thrilled especially g*ojo and shiori ndjxxh) and thus decided to take a transfer to be in t*okyo HEHE.

SO GOLDFISH BRAIN their curses!! minako (dream walking/weaving), shiori (pied piper if i make her an actress she doesn’t do musicals or play instruments UNLESS there’s curses in her midst bc she can control them and people in the vicinity with her ability (like meat puppets 🥀🤧 BUUT if i made her a model people already would expect her not to sing so i mean it would be convenient??) and kanna was listed earlier!!

(also when g*ojo and shiori finally DO get together everyone was like ????? we thought you both already were?? and they were like 🥀🧍‍♀️🧍👁️✨😶🫨)

BONUS TRACK VERSION: so nan and kan begin as more of a fwb but it doesn’t last im thinking bc teehee <3 BUUT not before shiori stopped by kans place for something and noticed…… something of nanamis there 🥀💀 (like a tie or jacket of his or something yk?) BUT THE WAY SHIO BOLTSSSS TO DELIVER THE NEWS very had to be ✨ so normal ✨ around them lest ye aforementioned parties are made aware that they know 🌸💕🫨🥴

#leg.txt #t: personal musings #i am so sorry if this makes no sense dkxjxhgc i haven’t gone to sleep and it’s 7 am 💀) ANYWAY i hope y’all are well!!!!!! 🌸💕#*its 8 am now *wheeze* leg go to sleep challenge (impossible) the saga continues 🥀🤡#veery trying to keep it vague xkxhhxh since i think im a bit over halfway thru s1 #and like yk this all could SUUPER change yk?? (alsoo i can’t wait to dev minako and c*hoso once i meet him they’re gonna be the cutest AHH)#alsoo jess i may beeline to the ye olde messages bc i have hyperfixation bad rn 🥀🤧😌✨☺️ binge watching it and feeling normal rn!! <3 #ill go into a lore thingy on minakos new lore later !!!!!! leg need nap *wheeze* 🥀🤧🥴✨#but like in short toj they meet she went on a date to tell him she’s married its dropped #SUBSEQUENTLY he’s given an assignment interestingly to zero her man and the immediate family #(she had to grade an assignment that night where her students wrote their own plays!!)#i mean in his mind even with his profession he’s the tiniest wee bit grateful she wasn’t attending that night 🌸💕☺️😵‍💫#something something in love with the mark trope I LOVE SYMBOLISM!!!!!!!#and like her and goj were SUUPER close until he passed then she never really wanted to see him or speak to him again #leg returning to their v//tm era while also needing to write that w//itcher fic and other things 🥀🥴 but!! we are creating though yay!!!!!!!#that is a BOTCHED summary of things for minakotoj if i ever saw one kdjxhxhx 🥀🤧

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

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ever since that rainy day, a year passed quicker than light. areum started working at a large successful journalism company, jisung finishing college in the same year following. mina and him keeping their relationship long distance, however time to time they meet up.

as for areum, she was thriving in her dream career. no more mafia related stuff, areum can go out whenever and wherever she wishes to; what was there to miss?

areum shifts in her office, noticing her door opening. “ah, you’re back with my coffee?” areum said out loud to her assistant, eyes not moving from the screen, fingers typing at enormous speed. areum has a 40th deadline to finish, only reason why the girl gets so many projects is due to how good areum actually is.

it’s as if she was born to do this job. areum having both analytical and empathetic side to the job. most journalist can’t connect emotionally enough to provide such a detailed heart warming story and reports.

“yes miss park,” the assistant told. “come on, you can call me areum if you wish, drop the honorifics mark.” areum smiles. the boy stiffens, giving a nod.

“alright areum, if that’s what you want.” mark said, the beautiful woman would give a nod. “oh yeah thanks for the coffee again,” areum reaches to sip the warm liquid down the throat, humming in enjoyment.

exactly what she needed, coffee to wake up the sleep deprived areum away!

“oh yeah, miss park?” mark calls out suddenly remembering something— areum glances up to the boy. “you called me miss park again.” areum slightly teases. mark looks away flustered. “sorry i mean- mr ahn has a case for you, i forgot to tell you.” mark stammers, midway catching his voice.

the way areum looks at him always got him nervous. maybe it’s the fact that she’s his role model though? even though he’s older than her as well.

“oh yeah? i’ll check it out then. wish me luck for a jackpot case, i need something big big.” areum stood up grinning. the woman reaching for the coffee, she wore a white turtle neck to work today— along with a pair of light brown trousers, white sneakers and a golden jewellery necklace. the hair was swept back with neat brushing only. areum also would wear the journalist badge and ID card round the neck.

leaving her office, areum made way towards mr ahn’s office which was two minutes away literally. the woman knocks on the front door, a faint answer heard.

coming in, areum closing the door as she stood in front of her boss. the man smiles at the sight of seeing areum. “my ace! areum! my treasure, gosh, how lucky am i to have you work here.” he exclaims in compliments.

areum gives a small humble smile. “ah it’s nothing boss, anyways i heard a case was here for me? is it something big?” she bends forward to the desk, mr ahn would nod. “oh yeah so big, it’s a case no one was able to take because it’s really dangerous though.”

“i can handle it.” areum shot back quick. “I know that, which is why I’m giving it to you.” he replies passing the case file to the woman. her warm hands hold forward the board, flipping by the pages.

upon tracing the soft fingertips on the paper, the case was somewhat what areum expected. spying and documenting problems along the old city not too far off from here. areum hums. “what makes it hard, so far it’s easy looking?”

mr ahn would flip to the last page that areum wasn’t looking at, areum’s lips parting in shock. “a mafia case?!” she’d slowly shout. mr ahn nods. “yeah, people are scared to do this because it’s a mafia case.” he said sitting back down.

“in fact it’s also to do with that it’s lee jeno who you’re going to have to spy on and follow about. have you heard that the japanese and korean mafia groups at war? it’s only getting worse, so, all you’ll need to do is protect jeno’s image of the public eyes. show those japanese mafias to not mess with our gangs and stay out of our territory.”

areum was wondering if this is god punishing her; in fact it must be god punishing her. she was mafia-free for a whole year, why now? she would look down putting the paper board down. “i- can’t do-“

“I can do this.” areum quickly changes her words, faking her smile, internally she was screaming out loud, cursing the world in many different ways— none of them were pretty ways either.

mr ahn claps hands together. “of course you can, you’re park areum! the greatest journalist in the industry currently.”

areum hits the forehead flat on the steering wheel of her car, mumbling aloud to herself in the car. “mr ahn, i can’t do it…” she trails on the words, whining almost, it’s been two hours since she got the case and usually she would be finishing about four cases in these span of times; areum just can’t bring herself to look at the file case of lee jeno.

“did he curse me or something?” areum spat in frustration grabbing the files. “he must’ve done some black magic on me to keep getting involved in my life! there’s no way this is a stupid coincidence.” the young woman sighs throwing the file down.

her hand flicks on the car key, the engine roaring. areum looks behind as she’d hover back. “whatever, i have no choice if i want this big pay check.” she told herself. if she doesn’t get caught then he won’t know right? all areum has to do is not get caught.

considering the fact that it’s lee jeno, areum already knows it sounds way easier than it actually freaking looks. the man has some wired eyes behind his head where he can even see the stuff behind him happen, that is how good awareness he has.

but he surely can’t beat areum at her job right?

areum travels behind a small slum location, the area reeking of poverty, the sun not shining at all down this parts of the city. she wondered why here of all places?

when she glances back to the files flicking through it said often jeno spends his time in this area wondering about, and then suddenly disappears into thin air. this might honestly mean so many things.

either he has a hide out or, he is plainly good at hiding.

areum gets out of the car, a phone in her hand, voice recorder recording latching on the waistline. first place she would check out as the garage area since her car was parked here too.

comparing the car plates with the one jeno was last seen with multiple times, none were matching so far. areum sighs, “not matching, not matching..”

her voice lists in boredom, “nope, nope, not matching, not matching, matching-…” she pauses staring back to the picture on her phone and back to the car in front of her. areum looks around the parking lot before sneaking a tiny pic of the number plate.

“so he parks here.” areum murmurs, it was hidden pretty well which props to jeno. he has millions hunting him down it seems.

areum left the parking lot to explore the different shops, there weren’t many but some. she glances down to the little key chain plushies, noticing a cat and a dog separately.

the wind was breezy, areum wasn’t used to the cold weather around this part, because sunshine isn’t coming through here.

she grins, “i’ll take these two.” the old woman smiles nodding, areum buying those cute small chains. she thanks the woman before walking away, back on duty.

nothing was out of the ordinary yet. areum decided to go back inside her car where she would watch the area from there, this way no one would notice her in the process too.

the watching at stake would still be on, areum deciding to pull an all-nighter. she relaxes in the dark car, watching closely. finally noticing a few men approaching in the parking lot. areum shifts, those men seemingly hovering over jeno’s car.

“what are they doing…” areum mutters as her phone was on video, recording the scene from the car window. the two men quickly return to stand up, running off. she slowly comes out of the door, stopping the recording.

areum shifts about watching if they were coming back in which, she gathered no. the parking lot was literally blackness with only sign of light source being her phone flashlight mode. areum goes on fours trying to bend down to check the car.

“what are you looking at, pretty lady?” one man said. “shit.” areum mutters.

areum shifts on her feet pointing the light in their eyes. immediately blinding them. areum was the first one to run for it like her life depends on it.

the woman being chased across the parking lot. areum looks back tripping over a simple rock, she groans when the two men hover above, grabbing her by the hair roughly.

“you got lucky there.” the blonde boy hawks observing areum’s face. “yeah? watch me get lucky again.” areum retorts, he ended up being roughly jab hooked by areum’s phone. his face thudding in the air by the impact, she’d stand up to run again—

but that was stopped midway when a guy suddenly came rushing without areum’s knowledge. he held a tight grip behind areum, a knife stabbing thin layer of skin into the woman. she bit roughly on the bottom lip pulling away from the man by kneeling forward his crotch straight into her knee, and then when the boy fell on the ground, a foot kicking his face upwards breaking the nose apart.

“fuck,” areum softly gasps staring at the knife into the skin, the white turtle neck ripped apart. the girl held the knife tightly pulling it out. a small amount of blood gushing out. she’d drop the knife down into a plastic bag which she got in the inner pockets. evidence was key here. even if she was bleeding.

the woman was about to walk away until a rush of two more Japanese men yelling in foreign language came running down. areum holding the side where she bled with both hands, making eye contact with the dangerous men approaching forward.

“well what do you know, one of jeno’s soldiers is a woman. that’s new isn’t it?” one laughs amused to see a woman standing alive between two men twice the size of her. areum grits her teeth quietly. ‘how the fuck do i get out of here?’ she thinks.

the men were only to come closer cornering areum in the far darkness, a guy held tightly areum pinning forth on a car hood, areum gently screams kicking back the guy on the floor, but another guy immediately jumping on her to keep her down restrained, that was until a large gun shot heard.

areum blinks noticing the man above her bleed from within his mouth spillage next to her, luckily not on her. three more shots heard, three bodies dropped automatically. she sits up, going off the car hood. a man running in the distance of areum’s left side.

a shot heard.

the body fell immediately, going lifeless.

the man standing in middle of the parking lot with the gun aimed, cold gazing eyes that seemed so familiar yet so unfamiliar. areum felt breathing hitch as her body leans off, immediately running away.

the moment jeno’s face was in front of her, areum knew she can’t face him. the rush of emotions from that day brining itself back, manifesting all sorts of memories from last year— memories she wishes to forget.

feeling the body stop, legs were giving up, going on the knees. areum curses , why now? why now! those words ran a marathon in her brain. heart racing quickly hearing those heavy footsteps coming quickly. she’d hiss, trying to get back up, only to fall down. this time permanently.

brain felt dizzy as it spun incredibly. eyes felt both sleep deprived and weak, they closed the instantly areum fell on the ground, collapsing side front. the only warm sensation she felt that burned like hell would be the stab wound bleeding endlessly.

everything else felt so cold. body felt cold like it was dying out on areum, was she dying? was this how areum was going to end?

she didn’t know if this was the last breathe she’ll ever take.

her eyes were shut, but other senses were still working; ears perk to the distant large explosion. why did she feel two warm hands holding her though? those endless questions not able to be answered as areum, in fact, was accepting her death in that very thin moment.

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