i am pleased by how this turned out

Ellada

Here I am again, after an awful amount of time. As requested by @uncharted-delight “Something about Cassie going on vacation with Uncle Sam? Her parents are worried Sam could possibly do illegal stuff with her. Sam and Cassie are going to make any Archeological search somewhere in the world. Maybe. Just saying.”

I’m really sorry it took me so long and I apologise if it didn’t turn out as you expected. Please tell me what do you think about it and how should I improve.

English is not my first language.

Pairing: Sam Drake x reader

Warnings: None


“You guys are sure about that?”

“Absolutely, stop worrying. We’re doing you and Elena a favor”

“Yeah well I’m not sure you’re doing us a favor”

“Nate c’mon, it’s not like I’m taking her to pull off a heist,”

You heard the two brothers discuss outside, in the small garden while you were sitting in the living room, helping Cassie with her homework. Sam wanted so bad to go on a vacation with you and he got the idea to ask Nate and Elena to let Cassie tag along. She grew up to be the exact combination of her parents. Smart and sweet, like Elena, meddling and lively like Nathan. She also started to develop an interest in history and ancient civilisations, which made Sam feel kind of proud. After all, she reminded him of his little brother and the fact that she was named after their mother made him easily grow fond of her. You found Sam’s behaviour with Cassie utterly adorable, how he narrates stories about his adventures without mentioning his or his brother’s names, how he gives her souvenirs of the sites you had visited and teaches her about the populations. It looked like Sam was trying to compensate for some kind of emptiness he couldn’t help feeling.

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sisters so beautiful they reduce the self esteem of everyone who meets them

Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


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Imagine Your OTP

I remember this one time where two of my guy friends were sitting next to each other as always and when we received our scored test papers, one of them laughed at the other’s score and the argument they had was amazing

Person B: HOW COULD YOU?? HOW COULD YOU LAUGH AT ME WHEN I’M AT MY WORST??

Person A: Your score is so stupid haha what the hell—

Person B: THAT’S IT!! WE’RE THROUGH!

Person A: No— wait! Please, forgive me! I can change!

Person B: IT’S TOO LATE FOR THAT! YOU HAVE RIDICULED ME FAR ENOUGH! I AM FILING A DIVORCE!!

Person A: But— But what about our baby?!

Person B: I’M TAKING THE BABY WITH ME! HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF FATHER HE HAS!

Person A: No!! Please, I love you!

Person C: What the fuck bro he just laughed at your test score how did you even turn that into something out of a drama jfc

Happy 17 Million Subs, Markiplier!

Happy 17 Million Subs, Markiplier!

@markiplier

Sorry for the late post. I wanted to post it when we hit 17 mil, but you know I’m shy about my art and also I slaved over this for two days please be gentle

This was a pretty fun one to work on. My health is the same as always, so straight lines are absolutely still not a thing I can do, but I’ve been trying to embrace the messier aesthetic and I’m really quite pleased with how these turned out. 

I know it still leaves a lot to be desired, but comparing it to similar things I have done in the past, like the 7 Million Sub art (which also has a dog) or the unholy mess that was the 8 Million Sub art (which I’m trying to give myself a pass on since I was at the hospital that day, but c’mon guys, that was bad) I am definitely improving. 

If you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll notice that my art and myself dropped right off the face of the planet for a year, almost two. I had no confidence in myself or in my work, and I let that take me away from what I love to do. It was Mark who brought me back into it. As I mentioned in this post, a lot of things changed for me after I watched the video where Mark talks about how he is excited for failure, because it helps him to grow. Directly after that, simply because one of my roommates put it in the queue on the Chromecast, I watched Mark’s Draw My Life. Although our circumstances are very different, I saw myself in him. I saw myself in the lost person who switched college majors all the time and didn’t know what he wanted. As weird as it sounds, that gave me some hope, which is something I desperately needed. If he can pull himself out, why can’t I?

So here’s the truth: I am in school for advertising, but what I really want is to be a writer. It’s my dream, and my passion is art. I quit both for a very long time, because I couldn’t accept the fact that my illnesses are chronic. I couldn’t accept that I will never “get better”, and that made me stop trying, because why live a broken life, anyway? But just because I’m fractured doesn’t mean I have no value. My brain thinks some terribly sad things, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t write beautiful ones. My hands may be unable to draw straight lines, but that doesn’t mean they can’t draw pretty ones. 

So thanks for helping me learn that, Mark. I know you’ll never see this, of course. I’m not delusional. But I’d much rather have a thank-you unheard than a thank-you unsaid, y’know?

So thank you. 

Because of you, I’m trying again.

~*~

As always, you can find these pieces of art on my Redbubble here. (x) (x) (x)

If you made it this far, thank you for reading my ramble. I know it’s irrelevant to you guys, but it helps knowing that I might not just be shouting into the void.

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My dear newbie yarn benders,

I love you. You’re wonderful and fabulous and energized about seeing a cool project on the inter-webs and have finally said “yes! I think I could do that! This is the one that will get me into knitting/crochet” With all the excitement and joy in the world you go to the craft store, grab the coolest looking yarn (in the best color, duh) and the cheapest needles/hook you can find (If if needles are too intimidating, you opt for the knitting loom. It comes in a 3 pack! score!). You follow the instructions as best you can with dreams of your project turning out exactly like the professionally taken photograph. Oh my naive, beautiful newbie yarn bender, you are on a craft high. Head so far in the clouds that you don’t realize what has happened until it’s done. We’ve all been here at some point, no matter how skilled a person is. 

My lovelies. Please learn from the mistakes that have already happened. Take the time to learn about gauge and value the materials needed. I am most definitely NOT saying buy the most expensive stuff. I am saying that skien of yarn that is one dollar more will likely make you enjoy the finished product bounties more than the value of one dollar. 

Take the top picture. This was most definitely made on a knitting loom. Im personally not a huge advocate of these. They’re great for learning how knitting works. Not great for endless feats of creativity. You’re limited by the size of the loom which limits you to the size of the yarn as well as the size of the object you make. For something that will not ladder (the long horizontal bits between the “V” stitches) you need yarn thick enough to touch the stitch next to it when wrapped around the loom. In the case of the photo, yarn far too thin was used. 

The next picture looks like it could be arm knitting. Which was a fad I loved. Can we bring this back instead of those pony tail hats? The larger the needle, in this case your arm, the larger yarn you need. The original appears to have multiple yarns being used. Perhaps our newbie knitter didn’t realize that’s an option? Lesson here: Larger needles, larger yarn. Smaller needles, smaller yarn. 

The last picture. This crocheted hippo went through the stretcher! oh no! This is a case of right yarn, wrong size hook. When your needle/hook is larger than your yarn and you put it under tension (in this case, stuffing it) the created fabric will stretch (more-so demonstrated in the first picture). Amigurumi is also hard as shit. The people who do it very well are incredible talented. We should all bow before their prowess. Please don’t try an amigurumi (small figurine knitting/crochet) as your first or even 5th project!

General rule of thumb: if you don’t want holes in your work look for yarn and needle/hook approx same size in diameter.

Alas, you have returned for the craft store. Heading the advice you’ve gotten complimentary yarn and needle/hook. TIME TO START THE CRAFT JUICE!

NO.

NOT YET.

“but whyyyy?” you whine

Because we must first test the yarn.

“But tests are boooooring” says the yarn. 

I agree, talking yarn. Tests are boring and terrible and holy crap tell you if you’re doing something right or wrong. This is useful information to know before creating something beautiful with your HANDS

Also my dear newbie yarn bender, practice makes a better yarn bender. Resist the urge to pump out something fast. Pinterst lied to you. It’s not going to take 1 hour. It will take at least 3 hours and two trips to the craft store. Accept this now. Knitting/crochet is slow ASF. Accept this now. Or find a different hobby. 

So loop on some stitches and knit or crochet your joyous heart out. Then measure it once you get around 5 inches. Count the stitches horizontally and vertically. Then refer to the chart above and make sure everything agrees. Got 12 stitches per 4 inches and using DK (3) yarn? Time to change needles sizes or get your gorgeous self some bulky yarn. Or get yourself some bulky yarn anyhow. Treat yo’self. 

i love you newbie yarn benders! Go forth and create and learn

<3 Stitch

“Rebel Captain” - Digital Oil Painting

I just had to capture this sweet moment in a painting. I really wanted to do my best to capture the lighting with the ‘halo’ effect in Felicity’s hair.

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Otabek time. One more and I will finish this series. I am very happy about how this has turned out. It’s late and I’m very sleepy, I’m sorry if what the cover says has nothing to do with Otabek’s personality, we all know he will never going to give an interview, he’s too damn cool and badass for that x3, but I didn’t know what to put there, so, let’s pretend he answered all the professional questions and the others ones like “no comments” :)


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random rp sentence starters

  • “ What are you doing here? “
  • “ I didn’t know you cared. “
  • “ Who are you? You look kind of familiar. “
  • “ I’m not just gonna sit by and watch while you’re getting hurt! “
  • “ I thought you cared. “
  • “ What happened to us? “
  • “ Hey, watch out! “
  • “ You’re not supposed to be in here. “
  • “ I care about you, you know! “
  • “ You’re lying to me. “
  • “ I was lying, okay?! “ 
  • “ I didn’t mean to push you away. “
  • “ You know this is a terrible idea, right? “ 
  • “ Don’t lose hope. “ 
  • “ What the hell are you doing? “
  • “ I can’t do this anymore. “
  • “ You can’t give up, not now! “
  • “ I should really practice more often. “ 
  • “ Am I supposed to know who you are? “
  • “ Get out of my house! “
  • “ I’m not in love. “ 
  • “ You’re always welcome here, you know. “
  • “ I really think we should turn around. “
  • “ This is stupid, this is so stupid… “
  • “ What was that sound? “
  • “ Tell me you see that too. “
  • “ Come on, get up! “
  • “ Wake up, please! “
  • “ I can’t lose you too. “ 
  • “ I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to this. “
  • “ I just want to keep you safe. “
  • “ You don’t think I’m annoying, do you? “
  • “ I don’t want to be a burden. “ 

“Precious Moments” - Digital Oil Painting

This is my latest completed commission for @whitesheepcbd, based on a moment from her story “Precious Moments.” She asked for Rumple and Belle snuggled up with baby Gideon and I love how it turned out. It was a challenge to get the messier hair to look right, plus getting the ‘nighttime’ colors right without it getting too dark, so I put in some moonlight coming through blinds to highlight some areas. I hope you like it!

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Good Morning (M)

Genre: S M U T 

Length: 1,000+ words

Kinks: Oppa! kink, slight exhibitionism(???) 

Disclaimer: I am extremely exhausted at the moment, so if this is bad I am so sorry lmao I just felt horrible for slacking off so much on writing and came up with this little drabble/scenario~

Originally posted by yugybearr

“Jagi..” You could hear your boyfriend sweetly coo as he attempted to gently shake you awake, “Jagiya wake up, please..” He whined. “It’s important.” 

Despite how utterly exhausted you were, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you gave him the attention he wanted, “Ya know- you might try to act all daddy all the time and stuff, but you sure act like a child when you want attention..” You halfheartedly teased, turning to face him.

Yugyeom pouted as soon your gaze met his, “Why do you have to be so mean in the mornings babygirl?” He asked in a childish tone. 

“Because I am not a morning person. This is an ungodly hour to wake up at. For fucks sake the sun’s not even completely out yet.” A sleepy little giggle escaped your lips as you motioned over to open curtain that revealed the slight darkness outside, cuddling against him you sleepily asked, “What’s so important any-” Immediately you stop speaking as you felt exactly why he wanted you up so badly. 

His cheeks furiously blushed a bright red, biting his lower lip roughly his eyes wandered over you. Bringing his head down, his plush lips right beside your ear he softly whispered, “Please baby.. Help your precious Oppa feel good.” 

You automatically sat up on your knees, crossing your arms over your chest as you peered down at him with narrowed eyes, “Precious?’ You scoffed, “You’re anything but precious to me right now, Yuggy. I’m tired, I wanna sleep.” You pouted in the cutest way you possibly could.

Yuggy pulled the blanket off him, revealing his hardened member attempting to poke straight up; the only thing stopping it from doing so was his tight grey sweatpants. “Don’t you see how badly i want you baby?” He whined, biting his lip once more as he began to gently rub his clothed member. “Come on baby, you know Oppa can put you right back to sleep once he’s done with you.” 

Though you were completely exhausted, your body began to betray you. The familiar ache in your core ignited as soon as you could see how desperate his was for you, “Fuck..” You airily whimpered as you rolled your eyes, “We can’t though. Everyone’s here.” 

A sly, smug smile painted itself across Yugyeom’s face as his eyes continued their lustful wandering, “So?” He said with a shrug, “They’re all still asleep. You know that babe.” 

“But they’ll wake up sooner or later, if not because of their alarms then because of all the freaking noise we make.” A playful little chuckled flowed out as you crawled over to your needy boyfriend. 

Yugyeom immediately grabbed your waist and sat you on top of him; his large hands lightly caressed your curves as he began peppering candy sweet kisses along the base of your neck and collarbone. “Please baby.” He seductively whispered between each kiss. “Be a good girl for me, sweetheart- Be good for Oppa..” 

His words seemed to make you melt into his embrace, soft little whines began escaping your lips as his hands and lips began exploring your body more. “F- Fuck..” You whined, gently rocking your hips back and forth on his member.

He dragged his hands back down to your hips, roughly digging his fingertips into them as you rubbed your clothed, dripping core on him. A low growl escaped him, the urge to be inside you suddenly becoming more than overwhelming. 

Suddenly he tossed you back onto the bed, your body landing on the black sheets as he stood above you. “I need you now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he practically ripped your favorite pair of lace panties off of you. 

“Babe! those were my favorite~” You playfully whined while he hastily pulled his sweats down, his solid cock springing free as he positioned himself between your legs. 

An anxious chuckle escaped him as he grazed the tip of his member up and down your drenched slit, “I’ll get you new ones..” He looked up at you, quickly flashing a smug grin. “You’re so fucking wet princess.” He cooed, groaning loudly just as he slowly slide himself inside you. “Fuck y/n.” 

Your face contorted in sweet, divine pleasure as he began pumping his length in and out of you, “God, Yuggy~” You sweetly whined as you gripped the sheets. 

“Hush baby..” Yugyeom airily growled, “Do you want the others to hear?” 

At first you nodded, but automatically shook your head seconds after. You wouldn’t be able to face them if they heard the two of you fucking. In between your moans you weakly replied, “No, Sir..” 

“Well, too bad.. I do.” Another smug grin sprawled across his face as he picked up his speed, drilling himself inside you with each hard, long thrust. His finger tips bruisingly dug themselves into your hips. “Ask before you cum baby, got it?”

Despite how badly you tried to contain your moans, Yugyeom just wouldn’t allow it. Every second you stayed silent he fucked you harder and rougher, “F- Fuck..” You whimpered as you couldn’t contain yourself anymore, “Yugyeom!” You shouted nearly at the top of your lungs, your almost throat tearing moans now echoed throughout the dorm. 

Yugyeom threw his head back in complete pleasure, groaning as your walls tightly clenched around his cock, “Shit-” He hissed as the sensation began bringing him closer to his climax, “You gonna cum babygirl?” He breathlessly asked as he lowered himself on top of you. 

“Oh god-” You whined, nodding rapidly while loudly whimpering as the sudden slight change in his position hit your most sensitive spot perfectly. “Yes, holy shit- I’m wanna cum, please let me cum.” 

The sheer desperation in your voice nearly threw him over the edge right then and there. He roughly pressed his lips against yours, his thrusts quickly becoming sloppy, “Me too baby- “ He whimpered as he broke the heated kiss, “Me too, cum with me babygirl. Cum with Oppa..” 

And with that your body seemed to waist absolutely no time at all. Your orgasm wracked through you; turning you into a shaky, drowsy mess. “Oh- Oh god..” You whimpered as you felt your walls contract around him once more, the sensation drove your newly sensitive body crazy. Your eyes rolled back as you roughly bit your lip as your orgasm slowly came to a halt.

Yugyeom followed you over the edge seconds later, “Ahhh~” He breathlessly whined, groaning loudly as he shot his load inside you. He practically collapsed on top of you as exhaustion took over, “Holy fuck..” He said once more as he wrapped his arms around you. 

Just as you cuddled into his embrace, your sleepiness returning almost immediately, he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “I love-” His sentence immediately being cut off by the sound of whispering coming from the other room.

“Hey! If you guys are done fucking now do y’all want breakfast? Mark and I are starving!” Jackson shamelessly shouted from across the hall, completely killing the moment. 

You buried your face in Yugyeom’s chest, lightly punching him as embarrassment took over. “I hate you..” You shyly teased. “How can I face them now?”

A playful smile spread across his face as he planted another kiss on your head, “Yeah! Y/n’s pretty tired out though, and she might not be able to walk right now so she’s gonna stay in bed for a while.” Your boyfriend puposely shouted back in reply. He gently cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. a soft chuckle flowed out of him as your eyes met his. “Jagi~ How does breakfast in bed sound?” 

God did he make it hard to hate him.

Originally posted by chichangyu

5 a.m. [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.

Word counter: 4,474

Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin. 

Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.

@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that! 

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Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.

His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.

“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”

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The Only Exception (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,190 (sorry)

Warnings: language, mentions of injury, mentions of trauma, some confrontations, Sam being precious, reader self-reflection, mentions of threats, creepy emails

A/N: Guess who’s back…back again…Reader decides to take control of her life and do what she thinks is best. I really liked this part. That’s probably why I went a little crazy.

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

Originally posted by a-small-independent-princess

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I'm Sorry Part 4

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Idle climbed the last set of stairs as he finally reached the rooftop. Going up was tiring especially when you have a backpack.

Idle sighed and opened the heavy rooftop door. He remembers this place.

“At least she got her happy ending…?”

He could still remember Colonna’s smile when she said that. It’s what inspired him to write more stories.

“Hey, Idle!” Colonna waved, sitting on a bench nearby.

“Hey, Colly!” Idle smiled.

“Remember this place, Idle?” She looked down, reminiscing the past.

“Yup. Thank you.” Idle said.

“For what?” Colonna wondered.

“I was inspired to write more stories when you suggested it. Remember?” Idle looked at her.

“For only one suggestion? Oh, please. Does a small suggestion affect so much?” Colonna raised her eyebrows.

“Yes. And I thank you for it.” Idle said.

Colonna looked down as a few tears strayed down her cheeks. “Thank you, Idle.” She hugged Idle tightly.

“Colonna? Did I say something wrong?” Idle said in worry.

“No. No, you didn’t. Just….” Colonna released her hug. “Thanks for being my friend. Despite everything.” Colonna was starting to have doubts in her plan. Why did she choose the rooftop again? It will make her regret this decision.

“Here. These are homemade cookies.” Colonna pointed her thumb at her. “My specialty.”

“Thanks.” Idle said as he opened. “Can’t wait to try it.”

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“Almost there, guys!” Siren shouted.

“Right behind you!” Cray shouted back.

“We need to hurry or it’ll be too late!” Fresh panicked.

“Kindly explain?” Cray frowned.

“We have no time!” PaperJam said.

He and Siren pushed the heavy door of the rooftop and got out.

Once it was fully open, they saw Idle on the west part, hugging Colonna.

“We need to hurry!” Cil ran and opened the doors for them. Fastest way from east to west is the south hall. Since the shape of their school is like an upside down trapezoid, then it’s faster on the south hall.

“Oh no! Colonna gave him something!” Swifty panicked.

“Let’s go!”

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“You sure you don’t want some?” Idle asked.

“Nah. I’m good. I just want you to try it.” Colonna said.

“It doesn’t have a weird ingredient, does it?” Idle closed his eyes, acting like he’s inspecting it with a giggle.

“What? Of course, not. What do you take me for?” Colonna acted offended.

“A friend who likes to feed friends with food that has weird ingredients.”

“Hey! I’m not that cruel!” Colonna pouted.

“Yes, you are. Remember the choco with frog meat?” Idle complained.

“Of course, I do. And Xahji avenged for you through mashmallow with pig feet.”

The two of them laughed.

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“Why are they laughing?” Fresh wondered.

“I dunno.” Siren frowned.

“Maybe… False alarm?” PaperJam said.

“No! Fika would never lie about this!” Cray protested.

“Then let’s keep going.” Dance said as they headed for the last door. Which is locked.

“Great! Just GREAT!” Cil said irritated.

“So. Very. Great.” Siren kept banging himself against the wooden door, hoping to destroy it.

“Guys, let’s help Siren.” Dance also pushed against the door.

While PaperJam kept punching it in a tantrum.

“Guys, I see a poison bottle in Colonna’s pocket!” Swifty shouted.

“Oh no…..” Siren said and pushed at the door as hard as he can. “Idle!”

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“I hope this tastes good.” Idle said as he picked up a cookie.

“Of course, it is. You will feel like you’re in heaven.” Colonna said. ‘Literally.’ She thought.

“Ok. I trust you on this.” Idle said as he opened his mouth to eat.

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Just then, Siren and the others finally brought down the door.

“Idle, don’t!” Siren shouted as he grabbed Idle’s wrist to prvent him from eating it.

PaperJam, Cil, Cray and Dance tackled Colonna down to the ground.

“Siren? What’s the meaning of this?” Idle wondered.

“Good thing we got here in time. Colonna was about to poison you!” Fresh informed him.

“What?! But that’s not-” Idle started but Swifty cut him.

“Here is the poison.” Swifty took the bottle in Colonna’s pocket and threw it to Idle.

“Oh, Idle. I thought I’d lost you.” Siren hugged Idle who was stunned.

“Colonna? Is it true?” Idle looked ar her with sad eyes. His friend betrayed him?

“And so what if I did?!” Colonna shouted. “You took everything from me!” She was crying. And angry. With the hint for great envy. She only wanted to be with Siren.

“What do you mean, Colonna?” Idle asked conserned.

“Siren…..” Colonna looked at Siren with sad eyes. “He was supposed to be mine….” She let her head relax as she cried more. Her tears were staining the ground, the cookies long forgotten.

“She was behind all this.” Xahji said from behind them.

“Xahji! Snazzy!” Swifty said.

“Is your leg ok now?” Fresh asked.

“More or less.” She showed her leg to them which now has a bandage.

“We found out that Colonna was behind all that happened to Idle.” Snazzy said.

“The time where Siren found Idle all beaten up.” Xahji started. “We looked for the culprit in Snazzy’s class and asked for the caller’s number. He was still pretty spooked but he gladly gave it to us.” She explained and continued.

“I thought that the number was familiar but I didn’t stop yet. That time when someone destroyed Idle’s things.” Xahji stopped and lwt Snazzy continue the rest.

“I somehow managed to force it out the three of them. They gave me a crucial clue during the ‘interview’. They said that sounded like she was a classmate of theirs.” Snazzy crossed his arms.

“Xahji scrolled down her phone and finally saw a matching number. The number actually belonged to Colonna.” Snazzy said and glared down at her.

“And all those times where Idle was involved….” Xahji’s fist tightened.

“It was all her?” Swifty looked at Colonna with a mix of fear, hate and remorse. Where is the sweet, cheerful Colonna they once knew?

But the grips on Colonna loosened up a bit which gives her the opportunity to escape. Dance, Cil, Cray and PaperJam got knocked back by her incredible strength.

“So strong!” PaperJam groaned.

Colonna stood up, lifting her skirt up to reveal her trusty knife. She pulled it out of it’s sheathe.

“Siren-senpai noticed me…. At the worst time….” Colonna mumbled, her face covered in shadow. “I should have killed Fika from the start.” She looked at them, her left eye glowing a bright orange.

“Guys, be careful! She’s holding a weapon.” Xahji warned.

“Understood!” Everyone shouted in response.

Are you serious? You can never escape me!“ Colonna screamed.

“Colly, stop this!” Cray called for her.

“And why should I?” Colonna glared at him. Cray got scared and hid behind Cil.

“Y-you shouldn’t. Hurting others is bad!” Cil stuttered.

“Do you think I care? I already killed before!” Colonna bragged. She slashed her blade diagonally.

“This is dangerous! Stop this, please!” Dance called to her.

Colonna giggled creepily. “I think I’ll start with you.”

In a flash, Colonna was suddenly infront of Dance and slashed him across his stomach.

“Dance!” Xahji ran to him. “D, you ok?”

“J…. I’ll be fine….” Dance caressed her cheek. “I promise that I’m fine.”

“Xahji….” Dance looked behind her and saw Colonna ready to strike.

“Look out!” Dance shouted but it was to late. Colonna slashed down. They anticipated pain and blood but…. Xahji looked up and saw….

Oh no….

“Zee!” Xahji cought Snazzy as his arm bleeds rapidly. “Zee, please no…” Xahji hugged Snazzy and cried in his jacket. She looked at Colonna and widened her eye.

“Cry baby….” Snazzy teased as he felt Xahji push him down.

“Aah!”

Colonna giggled as she licks the blood off of her knife.

“Poor Xahji….” Colonna sarcastically said. “Got her one good eye slashed by my knife.”

“Xahji… Xahji, oh my gosh….” Snazzy gasped.

“Zee…. I can’t see….” The blood was staining Snazzy’s jacket but he didn’t care. All he cares about is comforting his girlfriend.

“I’m right here, Xahji. I’m right here.” Snazzy hugged her tightly as she buries her head at the crook of his neck. “I gotcha.”

“We… Both do….” Dance was gripping his wound.

“We’re still not finished yet~” Colonna raised her arm to slash them again but PaperJam punched her in the face.

“Stay away from them.” PaperJam looked at her with hatred and anger.

“Or what?” Colonna teased.

“Or I’ll kill you!” PaperJam dashed to Colonna and was ready ro punch her but she dodged to the side.

“Kill me? How?” She said mockingly. “You can’t even land a punch on me.”

“Somehow….” PaperJam answered. In truth he is only buying time for Cil, Swifty and Cray to go to Dance, Xahji and Snazzy.

“Xahji, Snazzy, Dance!” Cil, Cray and Swifty ran to them while Colonna is busy fighting PaperJam.

“Oh my gosh… Xahji, your eye!” Cray touched Xahji’s eye. She hissed in pain. “Oops. Sorry…”

“Help me, please! I don’t wanna be blind…” Xahji begged.

“You will still see. I promise.” Cray assured her.

“Dance, oh my stars…. You’re bleeding!” Cil has a worried expression.

“I’ll be…. Fine….” Dance said, voice hoarse.

“No! You’re not fine!” Cil said.

“Prioritize Xahji… Please…” Dance begged.

“No… You should go first.” Xahji answered. “You suffered more than I did.”

“But J….”

“I’m perfectly fine… See? It’s just my eye….”

Dance didn’t answered but just nodded.

“What about Snazzy?” Xahji turned to him.

“I’m right here.” He pat Xahji’s head.

“I still can’t see you….” Xahji complained….

“He’s fine. It was just a scratch on his arm. Nothing unusual.” Swifty said calmly.

“How could you be so calm about this?” Cil asked.

“I am freaking out inside but I prefer to not show it.” Swifty responded.

“Oh…  I see…” Cray facepalmed.

“PJ, be careful!” They hear Fresh shout.

They look at the fight and it was very one-sided.

PaperJam already has many cuts and bruises but Colonna has none. That gal is skilled in fighting.

“Give up, PJ!” Colonna adviced him.

“Never!” PaperJam ran to Colonna and tried to punch her. But to no avail.

Colonna sent him flying to 5 feet away from her.

“PJ!!” Fresh ran as fast as he could to PJ. Colonna grinned and dashed.

Colonna raised her knife and slashed down.

Fresh screamed as he was cut diagonally across his back.

“Aaah!” Fresh stumbled and fell but PaperJam catched him.

“Fresh!” Idle and Cray ran for them to save them. But not before Colonna hits PaperJam.

She stabbed his left leg deeply while smiling crazily. She giggled as she hastily removed the knife that made PJ scream with pain.

“PJ….” Fresh mumbled before fainting.

Cil can’t stand to watch his brother and friends get murder by this…. Yandere! He was done. He won’t let his friends die because of her!

“Swifty….” Cil murmured before looking at his friend with glassy eyes. He doesn’t even bother to cover his blind eye anymore.

“Take care of them for me….” He asked and dashed to Colonna.

“Cil, no!” PaperJam tried to reach out to Cil but his injured leg hurt. He cain’t move even if he wanted to.

“Idiot.” Colonna smirked before she stabbed Cil on his right shoulder. Oh, how his screams were music to her ears.

“How stupid of you to try and attack me.” She pushed him down and stepped on his injured shoulder which made him scream louder. “Why even try?”

“Oh no…. Our friends are down…. What do we do?” Idle asked Siren as they slowly made their way to Swifty and the others.

“I…. Don’t know….” Siren looked down. “If only I had a weapon.”

Idle looked shocked at that. “W-what do you mean a weapon?”

Siren looked at Colonna and down at Cil. He can’t stand seeing her torture him anymore.

“Colly….” Idle looked at Colonna and ran to her.

“Idle, don’t!” Swifty shouted. Colonna look at his direction and smiled widely.

“Idle! It’s been a pleasure.” She faced him, completely abandoned Cil who’s slowly recovering from all the pain he’s feeling.

“Colly, let’s talk about this…” Idle stepped closer.

“Y'know, you should have let me kill you.” Colonna took a step forward. Cil took this chance to slowly stand up and sneak out of the rooftop.

“Colly?” Idle called for her. She didn’t answer and just raised her knife. “Don’t do this.”

“Too late.” She struck down but instead of Idle, she slashed….

“S….senpai?” Colonna regrets what she has done. She quickly dropped her knife as she lost her balance. She can’t believe that she slashed her very own senpai.

“Siren!” Siren fell down as there were many blood dripping down his chin.

“Idle….” He held Idle’s cheek. Idle’s tears were dropping to his face as he passed out.
Idle sighed and set Siren down with Swifty.

“My brothers….” Swifty murmured.

“Take care of them, Swifty. I’ll handle her.” Idle said to his best friend and walked to Colonna.

“I’m sorry…. I’m sorry…. I’m so so sorry….” Colonna kept apologizing to no one in particular. She looks straight at Swifty holding Siren. Her own tears are staining her now bloody dress.

“Colly?” Idle came close to Colonna and hugged her.

“Wha-” Colonna wondered. Why is he hugging her.

“I…. Forgive you…” Idle hugged Colonna tighter.

Her tears bursted again, flowing endlessly. But she can not live with the guilt of having to have hurt her senpai… And almost killing her closest friends…. She gives up.

She sees the shine of her very bloody knife. As she thought of something.

She slowly took it and pulled it between the two of them.

She repeatedly apologized over and over and over again. Idle noticed, of course. He noticed Colonna’s change in movement.

“I’m…. Sorry…. Idle….” Her last words before stabbing the knife.

Idle gasped, eyes widening.

“Colonna… You….” Idle slowly let go of the hug to confirm it. He felt it. He definitely felt it.

He felt Colonna stab the knife to herself. She gave one last smile before falling front.

Oh no…..

Please, no…..

Colonna…..

“What happened here?!” The voice of Error was suddenly heard. Idle and Swifty looked at him, seeing that he has companions. Palette, Goth, Qiull, Mr. Ink and Mr. Nightmare were with him.

“Mr. Error… I….” Idle’s tears have gone dry. His pupils have no emotions at all. His different colors are completely drained to gray.

“Call Ambulance. Now.” Ink commanded to his son.

He last saw was Nightmare going to him.

Hey… Can you hear me?

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It would be more intense with HTML. I dunno how to do it tho.

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Fic by @kojo-asuka127

Mun: DDUHHHHHHHHHRRRMMM!!!!! *flips table* WHYHYYYY!!?!??!?

NAJ, Collona by @blogthegreatrouge
Idle by @reyindee
Siren, Swifty, Snazzy by Me

Voltron fic recs, the threequel

PART ONE - PART TWO

I’m sorry I’ve been so absent recently. Excuses, excuses etc. etc. but basically I’ve had a bazillion work socials, commissions up the wazoo and am severely lacking in sleep. These things combined do not make for good artings. 

ANYWAY. 

Have some more fic recs! Knock yourselves out. See if you can spot the thing I said I wasn’t interested in and would probably never read >__> Ahaha ha look how that turned out…

As with any rec list, please pay attention to the tags and warnings <3

all we have to do - 19.5K; klance; Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

equations for a falling body - 25k; klance; Keith, Lance, an alien drug and an enclosed space, and what happens after.

To the Universe and Back with You - 10k (WIP); klance; When Keith took off after the Galra empire fell he left Lance with a broken heart and a whole lot of resentment. Fast forward seven years later and Lance is the only paladin living on Earth, with his cat Peaches for company. It’s not perfect, but he’s happy. That is, until Shiro summons them to form Voltron again…

it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way - 16.5k; klance; Keith is determined to keep his head down while serving out his community service volunteering at the Rex Alfor Memorial Space Muesum, but one rather loud member of staff won’t leave him alone…

shining like the stars - 139k (WIP); shklance; In a bid to help strengthen team Volron and their lion bonds, Allura takes the paladins on a pilgrimage to face the trials in the paladin temples. Keith unexpectely presenting as an omega rather throws a rather large spanner in the works…

Stormchasing - 18k; klance; Lance never intended to spend his vacation chasing after Keith’s premonitions, but here he is. Keith makes bad decision, Lance makes mistakes, and both of them are stuck together on a space pirate adventure neither of them asked for.

Purple Marks and Bleeding Hearts - 46.5k (WIP); klance;  Lance’s newest job is not what the sniper signed up for when he joined team Voltron. This mark shouldn’t be any different from the other Galra, but he is.

Feel the Bonds - 53.5k; klance; Being a paladin of Voltron is honestly the coolest thing that ever could’ve happened to Lance, but the people who should know probably never will. And despite their fighting, Keith is there for him when Lance is feeling particularly homesick. 

anonymous asked:

what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?

ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.) 

so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem@roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage. 

THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands. 

(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!) 

it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides. 

the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about Jaryd Atadero I think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn. 

so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.

RFA+Saeran Suicidal MC

Can you write headcanons for the rfa and saeran with an mc who wants to kill herself because she feels like she doesn’t matter and nothing she does will ever matter

I got this prompt before things went downhill on my end, and I’m so sorry it has taken me a while until I was able to write this for you, anon.

I really hope you’re doing okay, and know that you’re loved. Please if you need help, remember to talk to loved ones, friends, or to look up suicide hotlines for your area (Google as an incognito mode if you’re stressed about your history). If you’re thinking of therapy I used to use BetterHelp.com. They had an app and it was nice not having to voice all the negatives, just writing them down. And some places offer free therapy as well.

Do not be ashamed for wanting/needing help. It’s so much better than the alternative.


Zen

- He showered you with compliments on the daily.

- He didn’t know you. You were still just some person behind a text message screen.

- Why did he care so much?

- Out of the camera’s prying eyes, you locked yourself in the late Rika’s room, curling up beside her bed.

- She was so much better than you in every way, so much more lovable, likeable. No one ever batted an eye to you unless it was just to be flirted with.

- You knew those advances would go away the moment they saw you for who you were.

- Some over-depressed whiny fuck.

-  You covered your face, hating how harsh you had to be to yourself, when you heard the phone ring. You peaked over, the action seemingly taking over a year, but you recognized the face on the ID.

- Zen.

- You answered, a low “Hello”, to which he acted surprised to.

- “Eh? Are you sick? Did our RFA princess get a cold?

- Silence. Long enough that you heard him shuffle with the phone, probably to check if you were still on the line.

- “Mc? Hey, are you okay?

- “Why do you care?”

- “…What kind of question is that?

- You scoffed.

- “Hey, whats up? What’s wrong?

- “What, you going to just flirt with me? Save the damsel in distress who you don’t even know?” You swallowed, the action making your throat feel like it was being torn apart. 

- “I do know-

- “No you don’t! You don’t even know what I look like, let alone how I act! How I really am! Just some selfish fuck up who can’t even compare to that Rika girl you all keep talking about!”

- Silence again, and your felt your heart manage to break even more. “That’s what I thought, you can’t even-”

- “No, I’m still here. I’m listening.

- “To what?”

- “To you. To you venting. Mc, please just. Keep going.

- Out of anger you did. Anger towards yourself, towards the group. He listened. He listened as anger turned into broken sobs that had your chest heaving.

- He kept quiet for a moment, making sure he wasn’t interrupting you again.

- “You’re right, I don’t know you. I don’t know what you look like, but you know what? I don’t care. Because while I don’t know you that well, I know already you’re a good person. You’re helping us while your heart is so burdened with stress, while you have the weight of us on your shoulders. Do you know how many others would do that? None. In fact, the one that did is gone now. And even as upset you are with us talking about her, you’re still willing to help, you’re still willing to listen to idiot romantics like me, while you’re struggling so much. But you know what? We’re here for you. These strangers that you’re taking care of, we’re here for you too. No matter how silly, no matter how late, you can call me. Text me. If you feel like this please, please, just talk to me or one of the guys who makes you feel more comfortable, if you can’t talk to anyone else. Just please, yell at me, blame me, but god please don’t do anything to yourself.

- “I-I-I’m so ssorry-”

- “Don’t. We all have our bad moment. When I see you at that party, I’ll give you all the hugs I can’t give you right now, and all the ones no one else was able to give you. So stick around until then at least, okay?”

- You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “O-Okay.”

- He stayed on the phone with you to calm you down, getting you to agree to sleep on the couch so Seven could make sure you were okay. He stayed on the phone for hours, just listening, singing at times, humming encouragement. 

- And when the two of you finally met, he couldn’t let go of you, and you never wanted to let go of him.

Jumin

- He was used to coming home and you greeting him with a smile, warming his heart and taking the stress from work that day. Even Elizabeth 3rd didn’t have that effect all the time

- But seeing you curled up on the bed, motionless, face soaked in tears, had him dropping his suitcase and rushing to you

- “Mc? Mc, are you alright?”

- You weakly looked up at him, dried eyed threatening to tear up again. “No.” God, every part of you hurt admitting that, but you just wanting some emotion to grace you, something other than pain and numbness

- “Do I need to call the doctor? It’ll just-”

- “No, no please, just.” You weakly reached out for his hand, and he immediately grasped yours. Even just tilting your head felt like it took your whole energy reserve away. “I need you.”

- He laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Love, please. What’s wrong?”

- “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

- “About what?”

- “I’m such a fucking waste of space Jumin, I can’t do anything right anymore.”

- He jerked away slightly, looking you in the eyes.

- “Don’t you dare even begin to think that. Don’t you dare.”

- Tears starting spilling from your eyes again as you were forced to look directly at him, your shoulders shaking.

- “But I am-”

- “No,” He kissed your forehead, but his voice was stern, even slightly shaky. “You are the most amazing thing to happen to me, you are the best thing to grace my presence each morning I open my eyes, you are so much more than that, mc. Please.”

- You had never seen Jumin cry, but now you felt it. He was holding you tight, burying his face in your hair, as he struggled to keep composed as his body shook.

- “Please, mc. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

- You clung tightly to him, muttering a mantra of apologies as he made a mental list of how to help you exactly.

- He would going to start telling you he loved you six times a day, kiss you every moment he could, call you every small two minute break he had just to tell you he thought of you. 

- God, just anything. Anything to keep you here with him, and to feel like yourself again. Not this husk.

Jaehee

- Jaehee knew a few of the signs, just from excessive research she did after hearing about the late Rika.

- Maybe a few other reasons

- The two of you were closing up the shop for the night, you washing the dishes as she swept. However, she had stopped ages ago, watching you stare at a knife with a dead-eyed half lidded stare.

- She knew. 

- Slowly, she walked behind you, taking your hands in hers and getting the knife away from you, holding you from behind.

- “Mc, don’t.”

- That’s all she said. She wasn’t even 100% sure that was what you were thinking, but you bursting into tears on the spot confirmed it.

- She cut the sink off, wrapping you in one of the fluffy clean towels, rocking you back and forth as you sobbed into her.

- She wanted to cry, felt like she needed to, but she held it in. For you, just for you. Just anything to make you happy.

- “Jaehee, I can’t- It’s so painful- I can’t even breathe-”

- “Shhh,” She kissed the back of your head, waiting for you to cry it out.

- When you finished, she turned you around, kissing the corners of your eyes.

- “We’re going to get you to a doctor.”

- “Jaehee, no-”

- “Yes,” Her voice cracked a bit, and she took a deep breath. “Mc, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve learned so much about myself, I’m finally enjoying my life again, I feel like I finally learned what it’s like to feel alive-”

- “With me gone, you’ll-”

- “I’ll break, I’ll be in shambles. And I never, ever, want to see you like that. I never want to see your beautiful, shining, radiant face devoid of life. If that happened, I’d die, Mc. I would just stop.”

- She took a moment to rub her eyes, then to kiss you.

- “Please, please, just talk to me. I promise I love you, I promise I will do everything I can. Just please, god. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Yoosung

- Everything had been numb until now.

- Bad grades? Still workless? Numb.

- Yoosung drowning in games while you silently and mentally begged for his attention? Numb.

- You weren’t even sure what had snapped in you today, but as he was discussing a test he failed, sad over it, but a bit happy it wasn’t as bad as his past grades

- And you just broke down in tears

- He froze up, trying to figure out what he said wrong as you buried your face in your knees.

- “Mc? Mc, what happened? Are you okay?”

- He gingerly touched you, scared of provoking more tears, but when you leaned a bit closer he managed to bring your face up to look at him.

- “Mc, please, please, tell me what is wrong.”

- He was so scared. Were you going to break up with him? Did someone hurt you? What was happening?

- After a few moments of choked sobbing and garbled mutterings, you managed to clear your throat enough.

- “Yo-Yoosung, I can’t stand this anymore.”

- Oh god, you were breaking up, weren’t you? He took a deep breath. “Stand what?”

- “Just, I don’t fuckcing know,” you covered your face again. “Living. I can’t.”

- His heart sunk. Immediately he pulled you to him, tears already leaking.

- “Do-Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare, Mc. Please, god, don’t you dare.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word, he didn’t want to even jinx it. “Please, god, don’t. I don’t know what I’d do.”

- You outright wailed.

- “I don’t have a job, I’m such a disgrace, I just-”

- “No,” He pushed your face into his shoulder, refusing to have you keep on. “You don’t know how much you mean to me, or the people around you. God, please, I went through this with Rika, Mc, just please, please, let me help you. I couldn’t-” His voice broke, “I couldn’t help her, please, god, let me help you.”

- The two of you broke down, just rocking back and forth on his bed, sobbing together. You, feeling so ashamed and sick. Yoosung, so scared and guilty. 

- After the two of you cried it out a bit, he covered you in kisses, refusing to stop until he felt like you knew how much he loved you. 

- He’d nearly beg Jumin to have him help you get help. He didn’t care if he had to become a slave to C&R for the rest of his life. Anything was better than losing you.

Seven

- No matter what you did, how much you told him you loved him, he pushed you away. 

- You couldn’t understand why for the life of you. He was so in love with you a while ago, and now it’s just this?

- It was you, right? You did something. You weren’t who he thought you were…Right?

- He didn’t even notice you leave the house.

- You threw your phone somewhere outside, and just walked. Walked until your feet felt sore, until your legs couldn’t take it.

- When you finally stopped, you were at an old park bench. It was late in the afternoon, almost dark, so no kids were around. You sat down, and held it in as you thought about what you were going to do.

- There was a river nearby, so that was an option, wasn’t it? And if you truly needed to you could fashion your sweater into some noose. It wouldn’t be too hard if you had your phone.

- Phone… Right. You threw that somewhere, didn’t you? You couldn’t even look up proper ways of killing yourself, could you? Managed to fuck up right until the end.

- You laughed to yourself, and as you did it slowly turned into hiccups. Into sobs.

- Soon you were sobbing on this abandoned park bench, like some fool. Some lovestruck fool that had no one to love her back.

- You didn’t know how long you were there, not until a loud screeching noise hit your ears, causing you to blink at the bright lights in front of you.

- “Mc? Oh thank god, thank god.”

- Seven ran to you, pulling you off the bench and hugging you tight.

- “I was so scared, I was so fucking scared. Are you okay? Are you hurt-”

- You shook him off, shooting a bitter glare his way.

- “Why do you care?”

- You could see the life leave him. He instantly teared up, reaching for you.

- “God, mc, I do, I do, god i do please. Please please, please pleaseplease, don’t do this-”

- “What, push you away like you-”

- He pulled you into a sloppy, wet, kiss. His tears mingling with his inability to kiss properly.

- “I know I’m an asshole, I know I don’t deserve you. I just get so scared- I’m so gross, so disgusting, so stupid, Mc. And you’re so smart, so kind, so fucking calm. And I don’t deserve you, not in the slightest, but here you are,” He managed a weak, choked, laugh. “Finally realizing…”

- He held you close, refusing to let go, as he sobbed into your chest. “God, mc, please. Come home, lets talk, and then you can beat me within an inch of my life, but please god don’t leave me, don’t, not like this. Not like this, just any other way, not like this.”

- You put your stubbornness aside. Still angry, but longing some validation.

- The two of you settled in his car, awkwardly cuddling in the back seat in the abandoned parking lot, trying to calm down enough to drive.

- And in that time frame, you realized he was just as scared as you were. Once he heard your plans, he begged you to get help, he even promised he would come along to therapy, just anything so you didn’t harm yourself like you were thinking. He needed to know you were safe, and he would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop you.

- But you knew for damn sure he wasn’t going to push you away anymore, not even if his mind told him to. You deserved more.

Saeran

- When he saw your recent search histories, he nearly broke down himself, recognizing a few of the searches as ones he used to look up himself.

- You, the wonderful woman who welcomed him with open arms. Despite those he hurt, despite him trying to hurt you. When you first saw him, you immediately hugged him so tightly, whispering on how thankful you were that he was alright.

- Something he would never forget.

- And here he was, reading the results you got for painless suicide methods. Once he saw one connected to your recent behavior, he shot out of his seat and sprinted to wherever you could be.

- When he found you, he was the one to break into sobs. He was so mad, so fucking mad, that he couldn’t stay composed, but he needed you, he needed you so bad.

- He fell to his knees, clinging onto your legs.

- “Mc, please god, please don’t do it, please for fucking gods sake don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me with an empty bed and guilt, god Mc I can’t take it, I can’t.”

- As soon as he started sobbing, you connected the pieces pretty quickly, and felt your own tears pour.

- You slowly met him on the floor, where he held you in a death-like grip, begging you without any shame.

- “Why, why, why? Why?”

- “I’m just. Worthless, Saera-”

- “Don’t you fucking even think that for one moment. I’ve killed people, mc, I’ve killed people worse than you, I’ve beaten people. God, Mc, I’m worse than you. If anything I’m the one more deserving to go rather than you.”

- He broke down again, ending up blubbering. “If you go I don’t know what I’d do. You’re the only thing keeping me sane, please god Mc, please don’t. Please. Please.”

- He just kept begging, and you started to wail.

- The two of you stayed on the floor just cuddling each other, unsure of what else to do. It took hours until the both of you could stop crying, until the both of you held hands so tightly and talked about the help for you to get.

- He would do anything, just anything, for his beautiful heaven like sky not to be taken away from him.

A Voicemail
A Voicemail

Contains: Russian! This audio is entirely in Russian!

Yuri and Otabek have to split because of their training, so they have to rely on social media to keep in contact. However, time zones are a bitch, so Yuri leaves behind a voicemail for him. 

A/N: This was so fucking hard to do you have no idea. xD I had to do this a sentence at a time and edit it all together. But, I LOVE the way it turned out! I would love to do more like this in the future (Russian speakers please tell me how accurate I am in my translation). Translation below the cut! Also, REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! However, if you want to buy a commission, look here for info! Thank you for listening!

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