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Mc: * walks into Levi's room* "Hey nerd, I made you a crown out of those energy drink cans you drank" * puts it on his head while hes busy gaming.*

Levi: * flinches and Pauses his game for a second* " a crown?? For me?? Made of trash??"

Mc: * smiles * " I went on an ADHD tangent and made me one too" * pulls out another crown,and puts it on their head* " now we match"

Levi: "noice, oh do you know what this means??"

Mc: *sits next to him* "Hm?"

Levi: "We're trash royalty "

Mc:"Damn right "

I'm not really up to date so I didn't know you could identify as someone with a disability. Is this real?

This is like my fav series, can't wait for the next part. :)

But like dude really said that 🤠

The Conqueror (V)

Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.

Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader.

Disclaimer: proceed with caution, this can be triggering. This is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl. Do not romanticise this.

warnings: YANDERE, DARK THEMES AHEAD, crazy!jungkook, anxiety mentions, threats of killing, obsession, mentions of exhaustion, overworking, jungkook is crazy, psycho behaviour, possessiveness, jungkook doesn’t understand a ‘no’ dark content, viewer discretion is advised.

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All of the people present in the room watched the king grow restless as you fell unconscious into his arms, a few gasps were heard from them as the king quickly caught onto your body in his embrace as he scooped you into his arms, not caring about anything else, he felt like panicking because you suddenly passed out in front of him, Jungkook scooped your body as he could gripping onto it tight as he lifted you up bridal style. “CALL THE IMPERIAL PHYSICIAN IMMEDIATELY!” His deep voice boomed inside the huge hall. The other selected consorts watched with envy. The atmosphere of the room was heavy.

But no one dared to object. Na-Yeon was left stunned to wrap her head around anything.

All eyes were on the king who was starting to go fanatic. “IT IS A ROYAL COMMAND! SEEK THE PHYSICIAN AND BRING HER TO MY CHAMBER IMMEDIATELY!”

The king did not wait for anything else as he turned back with you in his arms and left the hall. The people were left stunned, still present in the hall. The looks on their faces were a great mind of envy and confusion.

The sound of breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the room until, one of the consorts spoke.

“Looks like… we already know who’s going to be the favourite one hmm?” Kim Si-Woo's tone was dripping with venom. “L/N Y/N… yes I saw her on the arrival day… the king had even asked for her name…” the other one joined in. Sana, did not feel like chiming into their gossip as she was busy thinking about a severe issue.

That was you. “The king has liked her since, I think… I mean she was a servant! Not even of noble blood!” Her cruel laugh made everyone in the room gasp.

“Be careful with your words, young lady.” Mrs lee walked towards the laughing woman, her stern voice made the gossip die down immediately. “Do not forget that you’re talking about the chief consort.” She crossed her arms, glaring at the young woman. “C-Chief?” That was a shocker for everyone, all of the attention in the room focused on the old woman.

“Ah yes… L/N Y/N of Gaegyeong has been chosen as the king’s chief consort. Did you not see the king giving her the embroidered handkerchief himself?” She raised her eyebrow. “W-What do you mean!” The panic in the young woman’s voice was visible to every single one present in the room. “Embroidered?” The others questioned in unison.

Sana was left stunned.

Kim Si-Woo’s cruel laugh was long gone and replaced by panic.

“You all are a rank below her, so you’d better start showing her ladyship respect. She’s the closest to the king now.” The older woman ignored the question, she needed to set the rules.

Just like how the king has commanded her to.

“Unless you want to be punished.” She exhaled out.

“She’s the chosen one, after all. She will be the legal wife to the imperial king soon.”

“She’s the chosen one, after all. And? She will be the legal wife to the imperial king soon.” The words came out of her mouth so smoothly.

As if she’d known.

“W-What?” Came next the voice of Sana. She couldn’t contain her distress any longer.

All the girls turned their heads to look at the prettiest one present in the hall. The young woman did not care about the attention on her.

She only cared about what the older woman just said.

“My lady… what are you saying?” The blonde girl spoke in a silk tone, her sweet voice could seduce any man she’d wanted. She was sure to be polite, and not too eager.

She needed to fix all of this.

“What I’m saying is, my ladyship is that Y/N L/N has been chosen personally by the king to be his legal wife and chief consort. She will be the first to provide him with an heir. She was the king’s choice.” The Head of the court explained,

“it was the great king’s decision, no one can object.”

In that moment, Sana’s world crumbled before her eyes.

Jungkook wanted to set the whole world on fire. He sat right beside your laying body, his hand lingered on your forehead as the physician examined you.

Your fever was only increasing by the passing seconds, Jungkook wanted you to wake up.. panic was something he’d never felt, at least not in a long time.

But right at this moment, he felt incredibly worried. Had he scared you? Or were you overworking yourself? “Tell me what’s wrong with her! Right now!” Jungkook growled at the female. His eyes pierced through her as he caressed your face gently.

“My imperial grace… Lady Y/N… fainted due to exhaustion and panic.” The woman bowed her head to the man. Jungkook watched her with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, however the confusion was quickly replaced with fury. “Exhaustion?” He bit his lip in order to surpass lashing out on her.

“So you’re saying that my precious has been being overworked?” His gaze was set on her, waiting for her response. “Likely so, My king.” She confirmed. “Because the fever has settled inside her bones…” The woman was so scared of the king’s reaction. She waited for his command. “What do you mean?!”

Jungkook’s heart had quickened at the diagnosis. You had fallen sick due to being overworked and he didn’t even know? What kind of a lover was he? His beloved was suffering right in front of him And he couldn’t see?

“My liege, thankfully it’s nothing to worry about for too long… I can prepare a few herbs and she shall be fine, but rest is acquired in order for her to get better, and she mustn’t stress about anything.” Jungkook listened to the lady with every bit of his attention.

His eyes shot up at the physician, immediately taking in her instructions. He nodded. “Very well, My dear has to be well and healthy. Go ahead and immediately start preparing!” He exhaled out, his tone stern and dominating. The physician nodded.

“The future queen of the empire has to be healthy at all costs.” He smiled lovingly, gazing at your face.

No one had any idea about his plans. And that was what Jungkook wanted. He only chose the others due to some pressure from the officials. Not that he’d care about their opinions but it was rather a good thing, so his enemies wouldn’t focus on you.

The others could be used as a target, and Jungkook couldn’t care less about any of them.

All he ever cares is about you, his only one.

His queen. You.

Sana quietly made her way to her brother's quarters, hiding her face with the cape of the dark cloak. It was dark outside, the cold breeze was only getting harsher with each day. Goosebumps rose on her pale skin as the wind made contact with it.

She continued to walk, stealing a few glances here and there. Making sure that no one was watching.

She was already so tense, her heart was aching. The King was so obviously infatuated with you. It was you that became his chief consort, not her just like she’d wished.

She wasn’t the one he loved, it was you.

She couldn’t have his heart, despite loving him for as long as she could remember, her dreams were crushed within a second.

And the worst thing was, the king did not even try to mask his affections for you. Sana knew but her heart wasn’t willing to accept that. He looked at you just like she looked at him when he didn’t notice.

He never noticed her, not even when she watched him practice sword fighting with her brother, Where she’d seen him for the first time ever, many years ago.

He was practicing fighting with her brother. And stupidly enough. She had already lost her heart to him.

The one who had his sword on the neck of her only brother. Lee Dongmin, the General.

You felt someone’s hand on yours, the feeling of it being squeezed hard made your body move. Your brain felt hazy as you tried to open your eyes, Your vision was blurry, all you were able to see was the black dots that appeared in front of you.

“oh my god!” Then you heard a familiar deep voice, and that was all needed to wake your senses up.

It was the voice of the one you dreaded the most, The King, Jeon Jungkook. “My precious! You’re finally awake!” Your eyes opened fully, his face was the first thing you saw.

And your heart stopped as you remembered the events of today.

His eyes were filled with a crazed expression, they were shining like the stars in the sky.

“Y-You!” You tried your best to sit up, your eyes filled with horror as he helped you. It was only you and him, between the large walls of his magnificent chamber. “Yes it’s me, my love. I’m so glad that you’re awake! You just saved one life, my dear!” You watched him speak gleefully, it confused you.

His handsome face was all you could see, his hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it, the dark curly locks made him look absolutely radiant. You could only look at him, he was wearing a night robe, unlike his formal clothes.

And that terrified you.

“W-Where am I?” It was a dumb question but your head was hurting, your body was panicking, his touch sent shivers down your spine. His grip was tight on you as he watched you with a dark glint in his orbs. “What do you mean? You’re in my room. Our room.” Jungkook replied, his aura switched from worried to domineering. His tongue emphasised on the word ‘our’. Your body jolted at that.

“W-What do you mean!” You couldn’t contain your harsh tone. He terrified you, your worst nightmare sat right beside you and you couldn’t do anything about it. “Isn’t it simple? You’re my consort, my Chief consort, you will be staying with me now,” he pulled your body closer to his, your head fell onto his hard chest as his fingers gripped onto your weak body.

Horror filled you, his touch felt too warm on your cold skin and you were unable to see his face, no, it couldn’t be true. “M-My king… please let me go… I don’t want- until we’re married.”

His words were like a slap on your face. “W-What?” His breath hit your neck and sent tingles down your stomach. It felt hot against your skin. “Yes, my love. Please call me jungkook. We are to be husband and wife now. I’m so happy that you woke up otherwise I was going to kill that physician.” Your heart thumped against your chest at his confession.

You wanted him to let you go. “Please l-let me go… my King please! I don’t want this, I don’t want to be your wife! I don’t want to be your consort please!” Tears fell down on your cheeks.

Just like you were terrified, your voice cowered.

“Jungkook. Call me jungkook. And you don’t have a choice in this matter. You don’t choose, sweetheart. I do. The faster you accept your fate. The better.” He pressed a kiss on your earlobe. “I love you so much, you’d better love me too.” He whispered in a sultry tone.

Sending shivers down your spine. Your body froze completely at his next words.

“Unless you wish for everyone to die in this palace. Just like your family did.”

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and through it all, the crowd is still chanting 'cha cha cha'....

do you know what literally drives me up the fucking wall?

Okay so final thoughts after this disaster:

- They should abolish the jury entirely. They clearly have no idea what they're doing or what the public actually wants.

- Bring the random running order back. Acts should get to pick their numbers again instead of just first and second half to avoid the clear bias the EBU has towards the Nordic countries, and Sweden in particular. Loreen placed second in her semi final with less points than Teya & Salena did in theirs and they got fucked over with the 1st position while Loreen got the 9th position. If she's so good, she should have been able to win from the first or second spot. Stop the fucking bias.

RAD Panic

Part of my Under the Surface series of oneshots that feature an MC with mental health struggles.

*Trigger warning: describes a panic attack and unhealthy coping mechanisms and behaviors. Please seek help if you are struggling with anxiety.*

I knew what was coming this morning when that jittery feeling began sinking into my chest, making my heart beat a little too quickly and my breathing try to speed up. I felt fidgety and restless.

That was this morning. It had let up for a few hours, but now, five minutes into this class, it’s back with a vengeance. Ugh, it’s going to be one of the really bad ones. The feeling of painful anxiety just keeps building, the pressure on my heart and lungs increasing. I struggle to focus enough to take notes, feeling myself space out for a second or two before snapping back into focus. I swear I’m zoned out more than in at this point.

I regulate my breathing, forcing myself to take long, easy breaths. It doesn’t help much, and I fidget again, looking at the clock. I can make it another half hour, right? It’s just thirty minutes.

Twenty-nine.

Twenty-eight.

Twenty-eight and…I'm not going to make it.

No, wrong attitude. I just need to be okay for another…twenty-seven minutes. I fidget in my seat again, digging my nails painfully into my palms in a foolish attempt to distract myself from the growing pain in my chest.

I breathe deeply and try to focus on taking notes and on what the professor says, but an increasingly large amount of my brain is hyper aware of my building anxiety, the need to get away, to escape, and the imminent collapse I know is coming.

Satan gives me a questioning look from where he sits beside me. I give him a smile, trying to reassure him. Is it convincing? I have no idea. I hope so.

Ugh, why can’t I just make it go away? I hate these stupid anxiety episodes.

As the last few minutes of class approach it takes great effort not to pack up early, not to squirm in my seat. I just breathe and hope I can hold it together for the last few minutes. I’m so close now.

The deep chime of the bell announces the end of that class and I throw my stuff into my bag in an uncharacteristically haphazard scramble. I barely get myself to check and make sure I’m not leaving anything behind before I hurry for the door, not bothering to wait for anyone or talk like I normally might. Trying to get away before anyone tries to talk or socialize with me. Or ask me any questions I won’t be able to answer honestly.

I just need to get somewhere private asap. Then I can let the suppressed panic attack run loose and maybe get it over with.

The pain in my chest makes it feel like forever before I find a place where there aren’t any prying eyes–a small classroom off the beaten path. I wonder vaguely if it is risky going somewhere so isolated by myself–after all, it is a school full of demons.

Unfortunately, I just don’t have the mental fortitude or energy to care about that at the moment. I shut the door behind me and move along the wall away from the glass window on the door before sitting on the ground, hugging my knees to my chest and using the wall as a backrest.

Now out of sight of anyone else, I allow the panic attack to run its course. My entire body shakes and I whimper in pain, nails digging into my arms. I feel tears gather in my eyes at the isolation, being completely alone with no one to help, no one to talk to, no support system. I feel overwhelmingly afraid and lonely and it claws at my chest like an enraged bear.

I sob loudly before taking deep breaths to try to quiet myself. I was still at RAD. I didn’t want to draw attention to my condition here. Or have someone notice my presence here. I steady my breathing until I’m pretty sure I can’t be heard outside. I let myself shake and shudder, quiet sobs hurting my throat and tears streaming down my face.

I freeze at the sound of the doorknob turning. I bite my lip, frozen, holding my breath, then quickly cleaning the tears from my face, just in case. Crap. Who’s here? Holding completely still–an impressive feat for my adrenaline-overloaded body–I turn just my eyes toward the door.

“MC?” Simeon’s gentle voice asks. He stands in the doorway, teal eyes searching the room. I try to hold completely still but a slight tremor sneaks through. Turns out I can’t fully stop the shaking again.

His eyes land on me and I stand, laughing awkwardly. I don’t have any believable reason for hiding in an empty classroom in a remote part of campus, but it doesn’t mean I can’t try to brush this off.

I hate that I’ve been found, and by one of the angels, no less. He is probably more likely to pick up on my “super not okay” vibes. Ugh, what would an angel think of me, hiding in a room to cry? Probably think that humans are as weak and pathetic as they’d been taught, in need of angels for everything. I wish I could just go back to hiding and crying. But there is a person here now. I have to deal with this situation first.

“Hi, Simeon,” I say, carefully keeping my tone light and as close to normal as I can manage. And I can manage very well. I smile, allowing my hair to fall close to my face, hoping that somehow he’d miss that I’ve been crying. I didn’t turn my face completely to him for the same reason. “I was just taking a break. Did you need something?”

He frowns at me, walking toward me. I cringe inwardly, fear of being discovered as weak and pathetic freezing my insides solid. It frustrates me. It isn’t my fault my brain presses the panic button like it’s a fun game on the playground.

But that isn’t the point right now.

“MC, are you okay? It seemed like something was bothering you during class. Satan and I were both worried, but then you rushed out before either of us could ask you about it,” Simeon asks.

Ugh. Crap. I was afraid of that when I left so abruptly. Well, I supposed I was afraid whether I liked it or not at the time, but still. I’d have made a better show of being okay, but I hadn’t been able to take it. “Oh, I’m just feeling a bit under the weather. I’m okay, though,” I say with a bright smile.

Okay. As in not actively dying. That counts as okay, right? I fold my arms, which I can feel shaking slightly, digging my fingernails into the soft flesh as I attempt to hold myself together enough to get through this social interaction. To get Simeon to leave so I can have my breakdown and move on with life.

He stops when he's about a foot away. “You don’t seem like you’re okay. If you’re having a hard time, you can talk to me about it. I promise I just want to help,” he says gently. That soothing, caring tone is almost enough to rip the mask right off and send me sobbing again. I feel the tears rising at the prospect of someone being there to help and comfort me.

My control is beginning to slip. I hold on to my composure desperately even as a silent sob shakes my body and my eyes fill until the room is an incoherent blur. A high-pitched whine escapes my tight throat without my consent.

“Oh, MC,” Simeon says gently. He reaches out toward me slowly. I flinch away for a second, still unsure, and he stops. “Would a hug help?” His tone is so sweet, so kind. I feel my face scrunch up and swallow another whimper as I nod.

His arms close around me, warm and strong. I grab him in a hug tight enough I might have had to worry about breaking ribs if he’d been a human instead of a super-powerful angel. I can’t help myself. It’s like I was drowning and now that someone’s thrown me a lifeline I couldn’t let go even if I wanted to. I bury my face in his chest and sob the pain and overwhelming terror away, shaking uncontrollably. He just holds me back, steady and warm and real.

The warmth of another person helps stem the tide of hopelessness and fear and loneliness. He gently rubs a hand up and down my back, murmuring soothing words, the tone of which is much more important than the actual things being said. He’s so warm-hearted I can physically feel it, his mere presence comforting me. I could stay there forever without any qualms.

I hear the door open again and bury myself lower in Simeon’s chest, hoping whoever it is won’t notice me. Simeon pets my hair comfortingly as he turns his head to look at the newcomer.

“You found MC?” Satan’s voice says. I bite my lip, burying my face in Simeon’s chest, not sure what to do. The dregs of the panic attack are fading, but I know I’m a hot mess right now. I’m not sure I want anyone else to see me this way. It would be hard enough to explain to one person, let alone two.

“Yes.” Simeon’s voice is gentle and soft, the tone a person might use around a frightened or injured animal. He strokes my hair comfortingly, a pleasant sensation that is easy to focus on.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Satan’s normally composed voice sounds a bit worried, distressed even. Maybe even a smidge desperate. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard those emotions in his voice before. I feel myself soften toward him, some of my anxiety about him being here fading.

I hear him walking closer and try to take a breath in to say something, but a shuddering sob leftover from all the tears steals it away. I carefully take a few breaths until I’m more confident in my ability to speak.

“MC?” Satan sounds alarmed. I stiffen, worried as my brain tries to come up with a way to explain myself.

Simeon’s hand rubs my back comfortingly. “It’s okay, MC. You’re safe.”

“I, um, I’m fine,” I begin, pulling back from Simeon. Both men frown at me, clearly knowing that isn’t the case. Ugh. My explanation is off to a great start. “It was just a panic attack. I have them sometimes.” I say it lightly, casually, like they aren’t anything to worry about. Not a big deal.

Simeon pulls me back into his chest, holding me tightly, making me squeak in surprise.

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could have helped you, you know. I’ve said so many times that you can come to me for anything.” Satan says, and I feel a hand rest on my shoulder, warm and steady.

“It must be really hard dealing with them, especially by yourself,” Simeon says. A sob shakes my body at the gentle kindness in both their voices, at the sheer relief of not being alone, the desire for their help, at their warmth and care.

“It is,” I admit, so softly I’m not even sure if they can hear me. Simeon rests his head atop mine, and I feel Satan wrap his arms around me from behind, burying his head in my shoulder. They both hold me tightly and some abstract part of my brain is surprised there’s no arguing about who does and doesn’t get to hug me. I’m grateful for that because I don’t think I could handle it at the moment. Perhaps they sense that, too.

“You’re even braver than I thought, and I already thought you were insanely brave,” Satan whispers in my ear. With that the recently patched dam on my still very tender and sensitive emotions breaks and I started crying all over again, incredibly grateful for both of these wonderful people who care about me so much.

Eventually I turn in their arms so I can give Satan a proper hug, Simeon pulling away slightly but still gently stroking my back to remind me that he’s there for me.

Eventually my tears ease and I pull back from them. I'm embarrassed to see the wet spots I left on both their clothing. “S-sorry about the tear stains,” I say nervously, blushing slightly.

Satan reaches out and wipes the last of my tears away with a thumb. “Don’t worry about that. Clothes can be washed.”

“Yes. You’re a lot more important than clothes,” Simeon adds.

“Thank you,” I say, voice still very soft and delicate.

Satan suddenly pulls me right back into a hug. “Anytime you’re feeling unwell, just let me know. I don’t want you going through this alone. Or going to someone else with it. Come to me.”

I feel a slight chuckle work its way through my body at those words. There it is. But it’s sweet, and it helps me feel like I wouldn’t be such a burden to him if I did come to him when I was struggling.

“You can also come to me if you’re having a hard time. I’m more than happy to help. And I hate the idea of you dealing with this by yourself. I hope you’ll tell me if you are struggling and if there’s anything I can do to help,” Simeon says, a hand resting on my back.

Before they can argue I pull back, grabbing one of their hands in each of mine. “Thank you both. You’re the best.” I turn my gaze between them so they know I’m sincere. And that is when the last of the adrenaline fades and overwhelming exhaustion fills me. I sway slightly, blinking, having trouble staying awake despite the fact that I’m standing.

I feel both of them take one of my arms. “MC? Are you okay?” Satan asks, worry creasing his brow.

“I-yes, just really tired. It happens after a bad panic attack. I need to sleep.” I blink a couple times to myself. “Wait, the next class, I was going to just go in late…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Satan tells me firmly. “We just need to worry about getting you where you can rest and recover.”

“I’ll let Lucifer know you’re feeling sick so you won’t be able to go to the rest of today's classes,” Simeon says.

“But you both need to be there,” I start again.

“Don’t worry about it, we can get the notes later,” Satan insists.

“I, um,” I begin, but Satan and Simeon start pulling me along before I can protest any further.

“I already said don’t worry about it,” Satan insists. “Just let me–us–take care of you.”

I can tell he doesn’t want to include Simeon, but does for my sake. They take me to the infirmary to get a little sleep. I let them, too tired and relieved to be past the panic attack to feel a need to take charge of the situation. I trust the two of them to take care of me.

I fall asleep in an infirmary bed with Satan sitting behind me with a hand gently rubbing up and down my arm and Simeon sitting in front of me, gently stroking my hair.

I wake up vaguely to Lucifer’s voice, stirring slightly and taking a moment before I’m oriented enough to know what direction the voice is coming from. He and Simeon are talking in careful, quiet tones. I frown, hoping that Simeon won’t tell him what happened.

Lucifer catches my bleary gaze. “Next time you aren’t feeling well, just let me know and go rest, don’t try to push yourself too hard. Lord Diavolo wants the exchange students to stay happy and healthy.” I see the worried crease between his eyebrows, telling me he is a lot more concerned than he’s letting on. That his words are about more than Diavolo and his exchange program.

I smile slightly at him and give a barely-coherent, “Mhm,” before exhaustion weighs my eyelids back closed and I’m asleep once more.

Later, when I’m ever so slightly more awake, Satan and Simeon help me home. Satan makes me dinner, Simeon makes me tea, and then I go back to sleep. The next day I wake up feeling relaxed and happy in a way I haven’t for a long, long time.

~End~

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