Midnight Alley Missing Scene

Y’all wanted to see it so here we go :D

This isn’t included in Midnight Alley because it messes with the flow of the story and isn’t absolutely plot necessitated, but here we are!

CW: Manipulation, a bit of mind control (depending on how you define “mind control”), death, also uh mindbreak I guess-

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The other camp isn’t hard to find. Whoever they are, they don’t seem overly concerned about keeping hidden; the light of the fire, even in the dying night, is like a beacon in the shadows.

Scar, of course, knows this trick.

He moves around, away from the obvious entrance of the camp where the light shines brightest. He moves silently, the trees and brush blocking him from sight as he takes in the camp before him.

Three people sit around a firepit, the smell of salted meat cooking over the open fire. There is a device set up, facing the wide open entrance of the camp, and when a Zombie stumbles into the camp it shoots off a number of arrows in fast succession, ripping the Zombie apart before it can even groan.

“Disappointing, just a Zombie,” one of the people says, tossing down a bone into the fire. It cracks and splinters quickly. “Was hopin’ it’d be that cute little Hybrid we saw earlier. Bet its horns would fetch a decent price.”

Anger and hatred flares up in Scar’s chest, and he regrets not letting Grian kill them now.

(It’s fine. He’ll do so much worse than that.)

He pulls his Fairy lights closer to himself, letting them shine just a little brighter, and steps into the clearing. “Well, hello there,” he says, and immediately all three strangers are on their feet, loaded crossbows pointing at Scar. He simply smiles, seeing how they freeze before they can even consider letting the arrows fly.

“Who are you?” one of them demands, though their gaze is solidly trapped on a Fairy light. A strong will, he notes. He’ll need to weave a stronger compulsion for that one.

“Well, I was passing by and saw your campfire,” he says easily, and even knowing that they have seen him already in his own camp, they are unable to even think for a moment that he might be lying. Human minds are awfully fragile like that. He steps closer, easily reaching over and lowering the crossbow one of the strangers holds- fingers barely brushing the end. He raises a brow at the person who stares at him with wide eyes. 

They look almost enchanted. Scar can remember a handful of times he’s seen that expression aimed at him, but no other time has it made disgust and anger and hatred twist up in his chest like this.

(How dare this person, who so casually wished for his son’s death, look at him like this.)

However, such an expression tells Scar it’s an easy in; there is no emotion easier to manipulate than infatuation, no desire easier to twist than lust.

A man who hates another will never fully trust, but a man who loves another will hardly ever doubt. It’s the perfect recipe.

He smiles.

(He’s never done this before. It feels dirty and wrong, but it’s easy. He can see any resolve they have slip, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

He’s going to destroy them.)

“Perhaps you’d like to sit with us for breakfast?” the bandit suggests, and their companions- still struck by the Fairy lights- make a vague sound of discontent.

“Boss?” one of them utters, confused as the light in front of them flashes brighter. Whatever protest they had ready on their tongue dies before they can even form it.

“That sounds lovely,” Scar says, never breaking eye contact with the stronger-willed human. So caught up in his compulsions they don’t even notice his cold tone, his sharp gaze, the lies that lace his words- the hatred that burns in his eyes.

The other two lower their weapons and the leader gestures to the campfire, and Scar breezes by them. He takes a quick account of everything there- the arrow trap machine, the packs that a hint of gold poke out of, the mis-matched tools and bags that tell Scar they definitely did not belong to these people... a smaller backpack catches his eyes, the hand-sewn cat on it sending a wave of revulsion and anger burning through his entire being.

A child's bag.

These people know no limits.

"What are these lights?" One of them asks distantly, stumbling over the log lying by the fire as they steadfastly stare at his Fairy light. Scar turns to them, a smile verging on sneer curling his lips. 

Two of them continue to stare at the Fairy lights, reaching out before pulling back quickly. The third- the 'boss'- watches only him, victim to an entirely different compulsion.

"It's nothing," he says, and in their stupors the bandits simply accept it.

"Your eyes are like gold," the leader says suddenly, hardly more than a mutter as they tilt their head at him. 

"Yes," Scar agrees easily, because he can feel his magic buzzing under his skin- begging to lash out. His Fairy lights glimmer dangerously in time with his heartbeat.

He sits down now and the leader is quick to follow, dropping clumsily next to him. They offer him a strip of cured meat and Scar’s nose wrinkles at the scent, and he shakes his head. The bandit is quick to toss the meat aside and offer him a flask instead, pushing it into Scar’s hands in some semblance of polite hospitality that makes Scar’s stomach twist with disgust.

(He remembers, for a split second, the first time he met Mumbo in person. The reserved and hermitlike Vampire who had lost and lost so much, who was still so polite and kind and good despite it all. He remembers the light feeling in his chest when Mumbo smiled, the warmth of his touch when they shook hands- remembers how much he wanted as it lingered a second too long, how much he thought he couldn't have. He remembers those precious minutes before he pushed it all away.)

"What's your name?" The leader asks as their companions find their way to their seats, Fairy lights lingering in their laps. They stay silent now, unable to even think. "My name is Aaron."

"A pleasure," Scar lies, offering the bandit a dangerous smile. "Aaron, you say?"

A strange name for a bandit, he thinks, but the haze that falls like a veil over their face when he speaks tells him it's his real name.

How foolish.

"And your friends, Aaron?" he asks, leaning closer. The bandit watches him, oblivious to the way the fire flickers hotter than before.

"Jamie and Jones," the bandit answers without question, without hesitation.

"Jamie and Jones," he repeats, noting how the two in question sit up just a little straighter at the sound of their names. "Wonderful. Thank you."

"And your name?" The bandit repeats.

Scar chuckles. "You don't need it, Aaron," he says, and the other simply nods.

"Of course," they agree. Scar looks around at them, taking in their clothing and lack of sharp teeth, their rounded ears and long, bony fingers. Their fingernails are dirty and not sharp, cut short towards the bed.

"You're all human," he notes.

"Of course!" One of the others- Jones, he believes- proudly thumps a hand against their own chest, puffing up. Scar frowns. "Humans are the only true people, ya know!"

Scar tilts his head. "What does that mean, Jones?" He asks innocently.

"The humans were the first," Jones says. "Specifically, Peecy! Alex and Steve- what were they?"

"Peecy!" Jamie declares with a confident grin. "Hybrids and them sort'a things- they're just glorified beasts."

"So you're followers of the Old Book," Scar mutters, glancing between them. It makes sense, unfortunately- in the old days, when the Void was nothing more than a story and only one god walked the lands, back when there were no Testifica or Illager or Hybrids, no Natural or Supernatural... 

Back when a Mob was nothing more than a Mob.

"The only right book," Aaron says, nodding sagely. "Of course someone of your caliber would understand such things, sweetheart."

"Don't-" Scar starts before catching himself. He breathes out and smiles.

(No matter what, he remembers, a prince must never wear his thoughts on his face.)

"Right," he says, because he refuses to agree even with lies on his tongue. Not that these three notice it's neither truth nor agreement- just an acknowledgement. "I believe I've heard enough, then."

These people would hurt Grian and Tubbo if given the chance. They'll hurt Mumbo if they realize what he is.

They would try to hurt Scar, if they weren't so heavily under his spell.

Humans are terribly fragile.

"Heard enough?" Aaron repeats, watching him. Scar stands up and turns to them, pulling his staff out as he does.

"You're dangerous and unforgivable," he says simply, trying not to glance towards the child's backpack lying on the ground. He twirls his staff and the Fairy lights brighten, and whatever protest the other two might have called dies in their throats as their vision is overwhelmed by gold.

Scar taps the end if his staff onto the ground between him and Aaron, who at last seems to realize they've been tricked- but not fast enough, as when they try to grab their sword a vine breaks through the ground, wrapping around their wrist and yanking down.

Aaron yells as they're dragged to the ground. "Sorcerer!" they get out before the vine crawls across their skin and blooms flowers and leaves, pressing against their mouth and silencing them. 

Scar smiles coldly and kneels in front of them. He pushes his hair back behind his ear when the bandit's angry wide eyes turn up to him.

Even in this moment, that hint of desire still remains. A remnant of Scar's earlier compulsion, he knows- but he doesn’t need it anymore. 

He has the bandit Aaron right where he needs them, and Jones and Jamie are in no condition to help.

"Maybe you should make sure you're speaking to another Human before you start saying such things," Scar says, his eyes flashing as the vines and flowers continue to grow. The bandit chokes and struggles but Scar's vines only pull them tighter to the earth.

Scar stands up straight again. "I was gonna just lead you three on a wild goose chase," he says, seemingly-amiable as he smiles dangerously. "But I think my Birdie was right, after all."

The Fairy lights grow ever brighter. "Jamie. Jones. Aaron. Farewell," he says flatly, watching as the haze consumes them. He watches the vines grow, pressing through their skin- blood prickling up around the blooms and thorns-

(Too far.)

Scar steps back, away from the three bandits- one being steadily cocooned with vines and two staring blankly ahead of themselves, no thoughts at all behind their eyes. He looks at them and feels nothing.

No guilt. No regret.

It’s not quick. Not merciful. It’s suffering and he’s not even slightly sorry.

(Is he any better than them, then?)

Scar’s gaze moves to the pile of bags, scanning over the fabric; some of them have suspicious red stains, some are torn and ripped, but Scar’s eyes stop on that child’s backpack once again.

They would have killed Tubbo, he thinks, and he turns around and walks away- leaving the vines to continue growing, spreading out from the body they consume and snake around the ankles of the broken people, to snuff out the fire, and before too long it grows into a thick bramble, blocking the clearing from sight.

Scar doesn’t return to camp until hours later, when everyone else is asleep.

(If a human loses their humanity, are they still human after all?)

Inquisitor Kaayras Adaar: one very colorful qunari Tal-Vashoth

I am still not comfortable drawing this guy but heres some of the few existing attempts that dont make me wanna pull out my hair (All other attempts i have posted have been rapidly deleted lmao im not suited for drawing big broad masculine motherfuckers ig)

Have a qunari known for generally breaking most Qunari Genetic Expectations. Qunari having pale hair coloration such as black, white, grey, silver? oops, flashy firey red. Qunari having a wide variation of eyecolors found in animals like copper, yellow, blue... oh... purple, a color rarely seen in nature? oh, ok. He’s even got freckles, which isnt exactly rare in Qunari but somewhat uncommon. Kaayras’ fancy coloration (and impressive size, build, and general genetics) definitely lead to his placement in the Qun...

Basically he’s NEAT

featuring Casual outfit and the very noticable ‘scarring’ and ‘bruising’ of a life threatening addiction to some ‘Qunari Medication’. Getting to play with the Qun’s fine balance of ‘science’ on ‘magic chemistry’ has been kinda fun behind the scenes. The only really solid example of the semi-magic poisont & drugs we ever see elaborated in detail being Qamek and Saar-Qamek: the first being a ‘glowing light’ that is administored by an object that holds said light and the second being an actual liguifide poison applied to weapons.

Toying around with a semi-magic semi-chemical drug cocktail from Kaayras’ history has been interesting.

Also to give you a general idea of how big Kaayras Adaar actually is: estimating The Iron Bull at approx 7′6″ (top of head, not top of horn), Kaayras Adaar stands at about 8′2″ (also top of head, not horn). Width-wise, they actually pack the same amount of muscle at least in comparison to their own sizes, But Bull’s generally got a healthier mass and Adaar’s on the lean side (he could be considered underweight based on his size) but not thin. He’s bad at remembering to eat or drink anything and despite that he’s a fuckin food horder. Which tends to work against him- rather than eating food, if it can keep without going bad he’s a lot more likely to keep it. “In case I need it later” kinda guy. If you put actual food that wont keep, he has a hard time eating in front of people sometimes, and other he’ll eat fast and eat a lot.

(Do I project disordered eating habits? yeah i do oops. He gets to have disordered eating habits though he’s basically been a prisoner his entire life alright, managing his own food is really fucking hard. It doesnt help that the drugs he’s currently weening off of tends to destroy his appetite when he’s recently dosed.)

Anyway here’s some colorful boy as a reminder that i AM working on Purple Vitaar behind the scenes. I’ve re-written most of what I wanted to and theres a bit more i wanna do before i post the remade versions.

💛⚜️Pᴀʀᴛ 1: Tᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ⚜️💛 (From my Wattpad)

A/N: Ok, this was something a mutual of mine said here on Tumblr, and I decided to write a oneshot about it. Might be very VERY slight angst, nothing bad enough to actually be put under that umbrella though, anyways, enjoy this, and ty for the reads! :)

CW: MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEGRADATION, AND MORE FOUL WORDS THAN USUAL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

B/N: Your Mother's boyfriend's name

M/N: Mother's name

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"Oi, Y/N! Go get me another pack of beer from the store!"

"Yes father!" Damn that pig looking bitch. I'm just some fucking girl, trying to protect her mom from this demon of a person! Heck, he's not EVEN a person! He's the devil himself!! Man, I wish dad was here...

When you were in about 7th grade, your real father got killed in a massacre a couple cities over. He was not only a police officer, but a great father and husband as well. He treated you and your mother amazingly, and you thought life couldn't get anymore perfect, but soon that all went down hill. After his death, your mother's health depleted and she felt empty inside. She needed somebody else to make her complete. She decided to call an old friend from high school, and next thing you know he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy at first, but soon enough he was beating you guys mercilessly, enough to leave large bruises and scars whenever you didn't do exactly what he asked, in your eyes though, it was more of an order. You hated being ordered around, but you hated your mother getting beaten around even more. It seemed like a blessing that he hasn't tried to rape her, but god knows what he'll do, he's unpredictable

With all of this happening, you decided to tell him you were doing some "extra curricular" classes in college, but what you were actually doing was taking the Hunter's Exam and learning nen. Your biological father was kind-hearted and fun to be around, but he was also strict and sometimes a bit harsh, though he always meant well. Before his passing, all three of you would go out on the weekends to train, exercise, or do something that would enhance your body power and brain power. Because of this, all of you were exceptionally smart, and bodies all well toned. Sometimes your excursions would be going to a park and practicing a sport, driving to the snow and sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and every once in a while going to another state to zip line, try animal encounters, or take a family friendly class in that state's heritage and customs.

Since you were accustomed to hard core training and events, you thought the Hunter's Exam was quite fun, and was a test to your skills. After that, you were scouted out by a strong nen user by the name of Biscuit Krueger. You and her had lots of fun training, and with her pushing your limits to the utmost best, you turned out to be a specialist.

(Whenever I imagine myself in Hunter x Hunter, this is always my nen type and stuff LMAO)

Your power was called, Black shadow. You could have up to 10 weapons on hand, completely subjected to doing your bidding. These weapons were linked to you through blood, and they were surrounded with a substance that appeared to be black mist. The weapons you most preferred to practice with and use were your katana, blood string, and scythe. You could also make a weapon yours by cutting a fingertip and letting the blood drip onto the weapon, altering the appearance then gaining that black "mist", showing that it was now yours. The downside to this technique was that those "shadows and mist remnants" were your sleep. The darkness in your mind and the shadows all around you were taken and used for that power. In turn, you were always tired, yawning, and had bags under your eyes. Another plus side though was that you had a nen created chamber that had every weapon you owned. A girl can have some fun toys, can't she? You had tools for torture (whenever you took an opportunity to try it), many varieties of weapons, and of course, more snacks. But unlike B/N, you didn't have just fatty snacks. You had regeneration potions, healthy snacks, and special nen created "snacks" to help with different things, which all of these you had collected through pulling some strings. Your mother was worried, but you said it was all just college things. Yeah, just college things..

Ill make that pig bitch pay for what he has done to my mother!

Feitan POV -or whats going on with him- :

"What time, is it.."

"8 AM Fei!"

"Shut up, green eyes, too loud."

"Oh Fei don't be rude! It's mean!"

"That's, the point."

"Oh wait, Shalnark, what this?"

"What do you mean?"

"This... gold string?"

"OI SHALNARK, FEITAN, COME ERE' REAL QUICK!"

"Phinks, what, do you, want-" Phinks just ignored his question and pointed to the TV.

This is Channel 12, reporting live from York New City Town Square. People all over the city are claiming to be seeing a string tied to their left ring finger, leading them to some unknown destination! What is this string? Who put it there?-

"AY AY IM ON TV! THE STRING THINGY JUST LEAD ME TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND NOW WERE DATING! SUPER AWESOME!"-

I apologize for the interference, but this string appears t be leading people to.. partners? Soulmates? Find out tomorrow morning, this is Amy Starwick from Channel 12, signing out.

"What. The. FUCK."

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS HOLY SHIT FEITAN YOU HAVE A SOULMATE!!"

"Nope-"

"YESS YOU DOOOOOOO"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHEERY BITCH-"

"No❤️" Since Feitan was on his last nerve with Shalnark, he decided to stomp over towards Chrollo in the main room, but Chrollo just chuckled.

"Wanna go find your soulmate? See if that things real?" Feitan just stared at the ground, lightly shifting his feet.

"Go ahead, I don't mind."

"Just, doing it, out of, curiosity."

"Mhm, curiosity, go find them." And with that, he was dismissed. Feitan wanted to say it was curiosity, but deep down he had this feeling there was something else, but what was it? It made his stomach tingle and he didn't like it one bit. He tried to ignore all of this, and just shrugged it off...

꧁꧂꧁꧂TimeSkip to Next Day꧁꧂꧁꧂

Your POV + some Feitan POV:

"Alright, today's the day, he'll be at his work, and on his break, i'll set the plan in motion.." Both me and mom don't like him, and I don't know about her, but I sure hate him, every ounce of him. The plan is simple: 1. Capture mom's boyfriend, 2. Take him to an abandoned building, 3. Torture him and get all of the answers I need, and 4. Kill him. His break is at 12, and he usually goes to get takeout every other Friday, what a pig. I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

Time: 11:30 AM

Ok, I have everything ready. Fully energized to the utmost extent, Elixirs to bring him back in case he passes out too early, and- what? He's leaving for lunch early? PERFECT! You ran behind some buildings and hid in a two-way alleyway, waiting for him to pass by...

Here we go..

One..

Two..

THREE!

You covered his head with a sack, and took his phone out of his back pocket. Before heading over to your post, you laced the inside of the sack with some sleeping powder and pressed it against his nose and mouth. Within moments he passed out, and you typed in what you hoped to be his password, which was correct. Around 12:30, you were going to text one of his coworkers that he would be "going to a restaurant across town, and ditching work for a day, not wanting to see his stupid good for nothing girlfriend or his dumb daughter." You knew he called you both this because of going through his text messages when he wasn't looking or when he was sleeping. Little did you know that somebody was watching you from afar.

"Hmm... So, she, my, what do people, call it.. soulmate? Seems, interesting..."

Time: 12:00 PM

"Jesus, I new he was a fat ass but I didn't know he weighed this much!" You were tugging him from his legs through the back ways of York New. You wanted to find a secluded area, where once you were done with him you could just toss him somewhere for the birds and maggots to eat. After walking for what seemed like hours, you came across a set of abandoned buildings, specifically the one you laid out some extra things. A couple extra weapons, some towels, a change of clothes, a chair and some rope, a couple of flashlights, and of course, some snacks. Lucky for you, the douchebag you've been dragging around like a rag doll was still out cold, so you picked him up and tossed him on the chair, tying his wrists, ankles and neck to the chair.

"Maaannn, this is boring!! When the hell are you gonna wake up?!" As if on queue, you saw his eyes start to flutter open, and you immediately grabbed your box cutter. It wasn't a weapon used by your nen, but it was quite effective.

"What.. who.. wait- Y/N!? WHAT THE FUCK?! UNTIE ME NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS!!" you didn't notice it, but Feitan was watching from the building over.

What, the fuck? Why she kidnap him? That pig? Why? Confusing, gotta keep, watching.

You shoved the box cutter into his left cheek, and you bathed in the glory of hearing his screams of pain.

"How does this feel, you bitch? Everything you've done to my dear mother, everything you've done to me, and heck, YOU WERE PROBABLY BEHIND MY DAD'S MURDER DURING THAT FUCKING MASSACRE!!" B/N noticed the tears in your eyes, and took this to his advantage.

"So what if I was? Both of your parents were pathetic anyways."

"NO THEY AREN'T! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY MOTHER'S LIKE THIS NOW! YOUR THE FUCKING REASON FOR EVERYTHING SHITTY THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!!"

"Heh, hehe.. hahaHAHAHA! YOU KNOW GOD DAMNED WELL THAT ALL OF YOU ARE PATHETIC! WANNA KNOW WHY I GOT WITH YOUR MOM!? BECAUSE SHES HOT. AND SHE HAD GOOD MONEY FROM YOUR FUCKING DAD. YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS GONNA DO?! YOU KNOW WHY I TOOK OFF EARLY TODAY?! I WAS GONNA RAPE YOUR MOTHER AND MAKE YOU WATCH, THEN KILL BOTH OF YOU AND RUN OFF WITH ALL OF YOUR MONEY!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S IRONIC?! I DON'T HAVE ONE. SINGLE. FUCKING. REGRET. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAD, YOU SOULDN'T HAVE HAD THE NERVE TO DO THIS, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED!!"

You couldn't handle this anymore, tears were falling down your face rapidly as you grabbed the duct tape and closed his mouth shut.

"I don't give a fuck about what you say.. I'm going to kill you here. This is your grave. Someday, I'll join you in hell, and when I do, I'll torture you again, and the Devil will laugh. You just watch and ducking wait you, you.. PATHETIC WORTHLESS PIG ASS SLOPPY ASS NASTU FUCKING BITCH!" With that, you grabbed a couple super worms in each hand and shoved them into his ears. Even with the duct tape, you could hear his screams of agony as the worms dug deeper into his ears. You then got our your katana and slashed him across the stomach, and shoved even more worms into that open wound of his. Quickly, you poured a large bottle of the elixir you had brought over him to keep him from dying so quickly. Box cutter still in hand, you carved small lines all over his arms and legs, then ripped off the tape to hear his desperate cries. You imagined he wanted to be dead, but you didn't care. His pain and you pain mixed together and you just started laughing. You through your head back and let yourself laugh. all of the pain this man has caused you and your mom will be repayed today.

But the pressure and stress was too much to handle. Your laughing of victory soon turned into screams and more tears, as you let yourself fall to the ground, not even noticing you didn't hit it hard, something had caught you, or someone..

What the shit am I doing?

Am I really going to kill him?

What's wrong with me?

What will mother think?

What would dad do?

What am I doing with my life?

You soon snapped out of all of those negative thoughts though, as you noticed something caressing your face lightly.

"Rest, now. He, won't die, so quickly. I'm, Feitan." You were a sniffling and crying mess, so all you could do was rush into Feitan's chest and cry. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He had no idea what he was doing, for he had only seen this kind of skin on skin contact in movies. So, he did what those people in the movies did.

"Don't, worry... It's all, going to be.. okay."

Word Count (Including author notes, etc) : 2251

-Wrote February 3, 2021-

Unedited sorry about that lol-

Part 1...

— sketchbook. | shouto todoroki.

Shouto Todoroki X Gender Neutral! Artist! Reader

Summary : you start seeing shouto in the park everyday and start drawing him only to have him find your sketchbook.

Content : fluff, one shot

Warnings : none :D

so this request was adorable and its not excatly high school au since-- the first draft of this didn’t really work out so I apologize. honestly, when I saw this my heart was like “tf? this is adorable.” anyways-- I hope you enjoy like always! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

As a fellow artist, you loved exploring new places. Why? well-- whenever you explore a new place, you always drew the scenery so one day, you decided to visit the park that you used to visit when you were younger.

Walking over to the park, you could see at the distance that there wasn’t too many people. Sure, the park wasn’t the most popular place out there but you remembered it being so peaceful that you would always sketch the scenery when you were younger. You grinned to yourself as you arrived.

Everything was still the same. Trees standing tall, grass, which was still green as ever, a small fountain that stood in the middle, and your most favorite place of all, the bench that stood in front of the entrance.

You walked over to the bench, your art supplies in hand. You sat down, staring at the scenery before taking out your pencil. As you opened your sketchbook, looking at the scenery in front of you, you immediately started sketching out your work.

Smiling softly as you drew, your pencil softly gliding against the paper, you looked back up at the spants and some boots. What caught your interest the most was his hair and eyes.

cenery, immediately noticing the change of the scenery. You saw a man-- or a guy your age, he was wearing a light brown sweater, gray 

His hair had white on the right, while his left had a red color. You started sketching without even thinking, your pencil drawing the scenery as well as the man. You looked at him again, taking notice of his eyes, his eyes had a dual color- one gray and one blue but what caught your interest more was his scar. Still sketching while looking at the rather handsome man, his head turned slightly, catching your gaze.

Your eyes widened, cheeks going red as you looked down at your sketchpad ‘Great. he caught me-- he’s gonna think I’m a freak now.’ You thought before looking back at up to see him looking in another direction, making you sigh in relief, however his little action didn’t go unnoticed. He was drinking his water, looking down at his feet-- that looked so adorable. You drew again without thinking, this time on another page.

Finishing your drawing, you looked back up only to find the man-- gone. You tilted your head, wait, why were you thinking about him? You probably looked like a freak, drawing a random stranger out of nowhere. You looked down at your drawing, about to rip it off and throw it away but-- it was beautiful. It wasn’t your drawing that was beautiful, it was the man that was beautiful.

You sighed, closing your sketchbook. You wouldn’t throw your sketchbook away even though it looked creepy, drawing a random stranger out of nowhere. It just looked so beautiful. You stood up from the bench before walking away from the park, promising yourself that you would never draw a person or more specifically him. Or so you thought.

Well, you were so wrong about that, you see-- you ended up drawing that man a lot of times. He always went to that park to perhaps relax or something, basically anything he did, you would always draw him.

One day, however, you had a lot of things with you as you had just gone back from school, though going home, you immediately went to the park to relax after a stressful day. Not knowing that the man you always drew would be there.

Sitting down at your usual bench, you immediately noticed the man-- he looked more adorable than before? You shook your head, snapping out of your weird thoughts. Grabbing your sketchbook from your bag, you began to draw him and the scenery behind him. However, what you didn’t notice-- was the cat that took one of your belongings which was your ultimate weapon for your drawings. Your coloring pencil.

As you began to reach out for your colored pencil, your hand gently reaching out for the object, only to find-- nothing? you sighed rather loudly, realizing that you must’ve dropped it somewhere and that was your favorite coloring pencil! and not to mention the price. You stood up, not realizing that you’ve caught the attention of the red and white haired man. You began walking away to look for your pencil, leaving your sketchbook wide open on accident.

With you walking away, the man who was named Shouto Todoroki, observed you. It may have sounded creepy but since he was more of the observant type, he always observed you as he would always see you everyday, drawing. If he had to be honest, he was curious as to what you were drawing or what made you come back to the park to draw everyday? nobody knows except for you.

They all say curiousity kills the cat and thats excatly what happened with Shouto. Shouto found himself walking towards your sketchbook, your wide open sketchbook that showed your recent drawing of him-- wait him? picking up your sketchbook, Shouto’s eyes widened, his lips slightly parted as he flipped through the pages.

All the pages were-- beautiful. They weren’t the stickmans or some childish drawings, they were just beautiful. They all had details and color and everything blended in nicely, but what Shouto noticed the most was a man that looked like him or technically, him. Shouto gasped slightly, realizing that the man in the picture was him.

Shouto continued flipping throught the pages, not noticing you walking over to him. He was just so entranced with your drawings that everything around him just seemed to disappear. He didn’t find it creepy or anything, he was just left curious. Why did you draw him? out of all the people, why him? just the question ‘why’ was in his head until he heard a small and awkward cough.

He immediately turned his head to find the owner of the sketchbook, you, standing there with rosy cheeks and an embarrassed but awkward smile on your face. “Um.. Hey? I see you’ve um.. Seen my drawings” You say, awkwardly staring at your sketchbook, avoiding his eyes.

As for you, well, you felt like you were going to die out of embarrassment. I mean who wouldn’t? the person you draw literally was flipping through the pages to see drawings of himself. You closed your eyes tightly before bowing, making Shouto tilt his head slightly at your gesture. “I’m uh-- I’m really sorry for drawing you without your permission! If you want me to throw them away or sue me then go ahead! I-I.. I don’t mind. I’m just really sorry!” You said, still bowing while Shouto’s eyes widened at your apology.

You knew you were probably overreacting but still, the situation was just so awkward and embarrassing that you just did anything that could get you out which was apologizing. Still thinking to yourself, you felt a hand touch your shoulder, making you jump before looking up to see Shouto or the man you didn’t even know.

“Hey, its fine. You don’t need to apologize or anything, if anything, these drawings look amazing and if its alright.. I would like to be a model for you or something like that.” The man said, his cheeks going pink as he stared at you. Your brain was going in circles-- was he asking you out? no, no, no. He definitely wasn’t.

“I guess you could say I am?” The man asks, his head tilting slightly. You gasped, your cheeks going even more red. Oh god, were you saying your thoughts out loud-- “So whats your name? maybe we could catch up sometime and I can model for your drawings or so and my name’s Todoroki Shouto.” The man named Shouto says, cheeks still pink like yours. “l/n y/n and um-- sure! of course we can.” You say cheerfully, smiling widely at him.

You were still embarrassed, yeah sure but you were actually happy that a guy that you drew all the time would actually ask you out well-- sort of.

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You and Shouto grew closer and closer until one day, while you were drawing him-- he asked you out! and of course, you also gained feelings for the half and half boy so you said yes. You were shocked but happy as you two were now in a official relationship and you were happy as you could be.

And all this happiness came from that small little sketchbook and you were thankful for that.

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omg the ending probably sucks lmao. again I apologize if this isn’t the best-- I was busy this whole day and rushed the writing a bit, thats also the reason why its late so I apologize, I hope you can forgive your author hehe-- ANYWAYS, the next story will be a lil spicy as its nsfw so get ready ;) , also feel free to request as requests are open 💛💛💛

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 16

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader Rating: M Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 4,618

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: Here’s another chapter for you all~ I tried to actually write one in a timely manner this time :p Ahhh...only 4 chapters left. Let’s see how long it takes lmao.

Anyway, enjoy!

Jimin watches from his car as Yoongi rounds the corner and pulls into a parking spot near the edge of the park. A few seconds after parking, Yoongi exits his vehicle—and Jimin can tell that he hasn’t taken his gun.

“Idiot,” he mumbles, his heart aching for a second, yet when Jimin pops open the driver’s door and steps out he also leaves his gun on his passenger seat. Jimin has no intention of hurting Yoongi. Despite how their relationship has changed, there are very few people Jimin would prefer to protect instead of hurt, and Yoongi is one of those people.

Following after Yoongi up the worn down trail, Jimin shoves his hands into his pockets, worry pricking at the back of his mind. He knows that Yoongi is more than likely pissed at him. Yoongi and Namjoon are basically brothers, despite what Yoongi might say, and for Jimin to have been hired to capture Namjoon’s girlfriend of all people…

Even if Yoongi and Jimin had been in love, there’s no easy way to atone for hurting someone who is Yoongi’s only family—and Jimin knows that.

So, for once he’s a little scared. He doesn’t know why Yoongi has called him out here. Maybe it’s a trap and he’s being foolish by agreeing to meet up so easily. Maybe Namjoon is waiting in the bushes ready to stab Jimin in the throat. Jimin doubts it, but…just maybe.

Falling back a little, stepping off the path to rest against a tree, Jimin watches as Yoongi slips into their little grove—the grove they’d always meet at like two teenagers running off to their secret hiding spot in the middle of the night.

Jimin laughs to himself quietly. Yoongi had always hated him making comparisons like that—but Jimin always loved to tease him. It was fun to see Yoongi flustered and smiling. He always blushed and grumbled at the mention of “love”, and never really said it aloud, but Jimin never pushed it.

Their…relationship had been unconventional to say the least. A man for hire and the second in command of a mafia group. Their meeting had been a coincidence at best—two men tiredly saddling up at a bar next to each other—exhausted from the day and needing something to wash the feelings back down.

Alcohol had caused them to…well, Jimin had ended up half naked on Yoongi’s coffee table before the elder had paused at the freshly healed wound on Jimin’s shoulder. A product of someone who had managed a swing at him while he’d been doing his job.

Yoongi had pressed him about his scar, and Jimin had noticed the way he’d tensed—worry and suspicion lingering in his gaze. Yet, the alcohol in Jimin’s system had caused Jimin to wave him off—arms snaking around Yoongi’s neck with the simple excuse of “sometimes I get hurt because of work”.

It hadn’t been until the next time they’d met—Jimin calling Yoongi up asking if he wanted company—that here—in this park, on the bench in this grove—the two had figured out each other’s occupations. Immediately Jimin had pinned Yoongi to the ground, fearful that Yoongi might take him out. He wasn’t exactly an enemy, but he wasn’t an ally either. But…in the end they’d released each other, brushed themselves off, and made a promise. They wouldn’t tell on each other—no one would know about what they had going on besides themselves.

Of course…as things had gotten more serious, Namjoon had noticed a change in Yoongi, and had found out. He hadn’t been happy, but had sucked it up for Yoongi’s sake, since the elder had actually seemed…happy, for once. Yet, even as their relationship had been accepted, they had managed to grow apart. Yoongi had objectives to carry out that required him to be gone for weeks at a time, and Jimin couldn’t just neglect his job and obligations either. Work started to get in the way, and after a time the two had…mutually parted.

Until the day you showed up and ended up causing them to cross paths once again—and in the worst way possible.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jimin says as he stares down at Yoongi sadly, his guard dropped, and heart sullen. Yoongi’s fingers squeeze his waist gently in affirmation, his cheek leaning into Jimin’s palm, and the younger manages a small smile.

“I didn’t think I would end up…I mean…”

“You thought that you’d be able to get in and out without encountering me,” Yoongi surmises for him, laughing bitterly. His eyes open and he meets Jimin’s puppy dog like stare, but Yoongi only continues frowning with brewing anger.

“I saw the look on your face, Minnie, you panicked at the sight of me and almost got us both killed—”

“I mean you didn’t have to chase after me like that—“

“And what? Let you take one of the most precious people in Namjoon’s life?” Yoongi scoffs. Jimin sighs, removing his hand from Yoongi’s cheek and running it through his hair instead.

“You never get attached—I thought you’d just leave it be,” he grumbles, and Yoongi’s frown deepens.

“Hey,” he says in a low tone, his fingers sinking lower on Jimin’s waist, and Jimin peeks at him. Immediately Yoongi is leaning up, nose just inches away from Jimin’s—so close that he can see the younger debating whether to lean into Yoongi or scramble off his lap and run away.

“It’s not a matter of me getting attached—though you and I both know from experience that I have things that are precious to me. It’s a matter of Namjoon’s happiness, and Y/N’s safety. At one point I had you but now Namjoon has her, Minnie, and I know you get what I mean by that.”

“I do—that’s why I feel terrible, hyung,” Jimin sighs again, rolling his head back to glance at the passing clouds, illuminated by the moon. “But Taehyung recommended me to Jeon and if I refused I was sure both Taehyung and he would be suspicious and wondering if I had allegiances—since everyone knows I’m for hire, so…I had to do it.”

“You never have to do anything, Jimin—,” Yoongi begins, and hushes Jimin when he opens his mouth to argue differently. “Though I know you have to make a living, and have to do certain things to stay safe, so I…I can’t be completely pissed at you, but…come to our side, Minnie. Help us,” Yoongi whispers, fingers squeezing Jimin’s waist to express his plea further. Immediately Jimin sighs, his hands moving to grip Yoongi’s, and when he tries to pull the elder’s hands away from him, Yoongi only holds him tighter.

“I know you and you know this is the right thing to do. Please, Jimin.”

“I…what about Taehyung? You know he’s the only one who has had my back for this long, hyung,” Jimin speaks quietly, face still angling towards the sky, unable to meet Yoongi’s begging stare. “Of course I don’t like taking someone innocent like Y/N, and of course I don’t want her to get hurt in the end, but…”

“For what reason is Taehyung even helping Jeon and Jaehyuk?” Yoongi questions, brows furrowing. “Is he just—what?—bored?”

“I…from what he told me Jeon approached him about making a deal, and since Taehyungie didn’t have anything exciting going on at the time, he agreed,” Jimin sighs. “Considering the deal included Y/N into the equation…that perked his interest too. You know, after that time he encountered her at the club.”

Jimin pauses considerately, his lips turning into a frown. “…Taehyungie isn’t good at reading into people’s true feelings, so he probably doesn’t realize how serious Namjoon hyung is about Y/N. He likely doesn’t think that in the end Namjoon will truly be devastated if something happens…”

“So he’s doing it because he’s bored,” Yoongi repeats, humming a little. “What say we explain to Taehyung how serious this all is, and convince him to join our side too? Throw in a little extra reassurance to him that as long as he cooperates with us Namjoon won’t murder him in cold blood.”

Jimin winces at that, and Yoongi shrugs uncaringly.

“He sexually assaulted and drugged Y/N, and is now plotting with her kidnappers. Namjoon has the right to be furious. Just be glad that he let me come talk to you…because when I told him it was you that took Y/N…”

“He probably wanted to throw me out the window of his penthouse, I know,” Jimin grumbles, hands moving to run down his face as he releases a giant sigh. Yoongi knows that this likely isn’t an easy decision for him—even if in Yoongi’s mind joining forces is clearly the right option.

“All I know…,” Jimin begins slowly, eyes finally moving to meet Yoongi’s, “is that Y/N is Namjoon’s bait to attend the ball, and that their plan is to get Namjoon out of the picture.”

Dead, Yoongi surmises, scowling. No way in hell is that happening.

“Jaehyuk will be attending with Y/N as his guest. My guess is that he’ll still be playing the ‘she’s my daughter’ card. Obviously Jeon will be there, considering he’s the one hosting the ball. Taehyung will be there too, to keep an eye out. From what Taehyungie has told me, it’s just the three of them. Jaehyuk will try to keep his head low the entire time, considering he’s rumored to be dead anyway. Jeon will draw attention, and is hoping Namjoon will go after him—that way Taehyung can silently take the shot, and by the time anyone realizes anything, Taehyung will be gone, the weapon will be disposed of, and panic will have displaced the blame away from Jeon.”

“And they just think that this is all going to happen smoothly?”

“Apparently,” Jimin shrugs, and Yoongi breathes a laugh. For a few seconds silence falls between them, and then Yoongi is drawing the younger’s attention once again, his fingers lightly tucking a few strands of hair behind Jimin’s ear.

“Will you help us?”

Jimin huffs a little. “Had I not planned to in the first place I wouldn’t have agreed to meet you, and I certainly wouldn’t have entered here without my gun.”

“I know,” Yoongi smiles, his gums flashing, and Jimin’s heart thrums loudly against his chest. “But I prefer you giving your word. Now c’mon—,” still gripping Jimin’s waist, Yoongi lightly urges the younger to stand, and Jimin blinks in surprise but does. Once he’s on his feet, Yoongi stands as well, wincing a little as his legs ache.

“I haven’t had anyone sit on my lap like that in a while. Jeez, Minnie…”

Jimin rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to retort, but before he can Yoongi is grabbing his hand—tugging him out of the grove and back towards the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” Jimin asks, a little worried, and Yoongi’s face remains innocent.

“To Namjoon’s apartment. We’re finishing up our plans.”

“I—what—no, hyung,” Jimin immediately responds, attempting to struggle out of Yoongi’s grasp, but the elder isn’t budging. Not until they reach the edge of the parking lot does Yoongi loosen his grip on Jimin, turning to face the younger, who has now gone on the defensive, clearly terrified of seeing the man who he had inadvertently betrayed.

“Park Jimin, I promise you,” Yoongi says, hands lifting to briefly cup Jimin’s soft cheeks, “it will be alright. Now let’s go.”

And with that, Yoongi turns and heads towards his car. Jimin stares after him, skin feeling warm, yet his chest clenching in pain, and after a few seconds he reluctantly returns to his own vehicle.

Following Yoongi’s instructions, Jimin drives across town until he’s back in a familiar parking garage, Yoongi waiting by the elevator to escort him upstairs. Memories flood Jimin’s mind as the elevator doors close—images of you struggling in his grasp, desperate to get away—and guilt eats at him. With each passing floor anxiety floods into Jimin, and by the time they reach the top floor Jimin nearly forgets how to breathe.

“Jimin,” Yoongi calls when Jimin is slow to follow—the elder already walking up to Namjoon’s door, and, swallowing roughly, Jimin steps out of the elevator. Once beside Yoongi, the second in command punches in the code to the door and steps inside when it opens. Keeping his head down, Jimin follows him inside, jolting in surprise when Namjoon’s voice echoes throughout the apartment.

“Yoongi? What happened? Did you go and talk to—,” and at that moment Namjoon rounds the corner, spotting both Yoongi and Jimin on his landing, and his jaw snaps shut. Jimin meets his eyes for a fraction of a second before his stare turns to the ground, fingers itching at his sides.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi responds with a quiet sigh, “Jimin—”

Before Yoongi can say anything more, Jimin swiftly bends into a 90 degree bow, his bangs hanging towards the floor and his fists clenched at his sides.

“I was wrong,” is what Jimin manages to say, his voice quiet, yet Namjoon can hear the sincerity in his tone.

For a moment, the apartment hangs in tense silence, Yoongi looking questioningly between his friend and his previous lover, and then finally socked footfalls start across the floor in Jimin’s direction. The younger immediately steels, expecting nothing less than a knee to the stomach or a fist to the head, but all he receives is a hand lightly patting his hair.

Shocked, eyes widening, Jimin looks up, finally catching sight of Namjoon’s tired and slightly forced smile, but there’s also a genuineness to it as well.

“You were wrong,” he says. “And I’m still furious. But if you’re helping us to get Y/N back than this will be the beginning of your path to my forgiveness. No matter what I need her alive at the end of all this.”

“I…thank you, Namjoon hyung,” Jimin says, straightening his spine, and Namjoon flashes him one more bittersweet smile before his lips drop back into a flat line, brows furrowing on his forehead—and he returns to his dining room table where blueprints and notes of the Jeon ballroom are laid out.

In your dark, lonely room, you can barely sense how much time has passed. The only thing that gives you any remote idea of the passing days are the meals you’re brought—breakfast in the morning and dinner at night. The same maid always delivers the food, smiling at you, a little nervous, and her retreat is fairly swift.

The food is the only thing that helps you take your mind off of Namjoon, Hoseok, and your impending death or rescue. You pray for rescue, but with each passing second it becomes harder to imagine that you’ll come out of this situation entirely unscathed. Hell, Jaehyuk had injured your arm—it’s already past the point of exiting unscathed. But…

I want to get out of this alive.

That’s your immediate forethought, and the repetition of those words in your mind nearly makes you break into tears. At least half a dozen times throughout your period of capture the prospect of you potentially losing your life and not being saved had caused you to panic—breath picking up and tears pricking at your eyes. It’d been hard to calm yourself down, but in this situation you would have felt too vulnerable if you had spiraled into a panic attack, so you’d manage to pull yourself together. At least for a while.

The only thing that had been different in your routine was the day Jaehyuk had taken you to fetch his daughter’s money. The day you’d miraculously encountered Hoseok, and had regained a sliver of hope that you would surely be saved. However, it seems like today will be different too.

Only an hour after your breakfast had been delivered, the door knob to your room turns, and you freeze up when Jaehyuk steps inside. The man immediately regards you with distaste, his eyes scanning your form up and down, and he clicks his tongue.

“Stand up.”

“Why?” you question, fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly, and Jaehyuk’s gaze narrows, his tone darkening.

“Since when are you in the position to be asking questions instead of following orders?”

Before you can even think to give a half-assed apology or stand up to follow his command, Jaehyuk is in your personal space. He grips your arm and yanks you from the bed, taking notice of the way you wince, and when he looks down he notices that he’s grabbed your arm which is still healing. However, that only causes him to grin, his thumb moving to press against the unbandaged scab, and you hiss as he digs the pad of his thumb into your skin even harder.

“That’s better,” he comments, and then nonchalantly continues to speak as if he isn’t causing you physical pain yet again.

“Today we’re going to a ball. You’re going as my guest. Play your part, or there will be consequences—though I’m sure you know this by now.”

Releasing you, throwing your arm back towards you and causing you to stumble a little, Jaehyuk scoffs. You hold in a scowl, knowing that he probably thinks you’re pathetic. But you’re injured and tired—it’s getting harder to keep holding your ground.

“The bathroom is yours once again. Wash up. A maid will meet you to get you fitted in a dress for tonight. Do not keep me waiting.”

With that, Jaehyuk exits the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. You frown once he’s gone, his presence always leaving your mouth filled with distaste. And yet, you find yourself internal grateful for the shower, feet padding quietly down the hallways as you traverse your way back to the bathroom. Once inside, you close the door behind you and strip down, turning the knob for the shower. As the cold water warms, you once again take in your appearance in the mirror, frowning at yourself. Your arm looks much better than before, and while you’re still quite scared of what might come of you, the sliver of hope you’d gained from seeing Hoseok at the bank had caused a little life to come back to your face.

I’ll be ok, you think, sucking in a deep breath, and you straighten your shoulders. Hanging onto that determination, you step into the shower, prepared to face whatever will await you.

Towards the end of your time in the bathroom, just as you finish brushing out your hair, the door clicks open, and, in shock, you scramble for the towel you’d discarded—terrified that Jaehyuk might walk in and see you in this state. You can only imagine what he’d do if he trapped you in the bathroom while you were naked and at his mercy…

Thankfully, however, the face that peeks through the crack in the door is the face of the maid you know well. Her eyes immediately show remorse for having startled you, noting how tightly you’re holding your towel around your body.

“I apologize. Jaehyuk-sshi asked me to take you to the late misses’ room to get fitted in a dress.”

“I…um…alright,” you respond, your heart still hammering against your ribs, and she flashes you a sorry smile.

“There’s currently no one in the hallway, if you hurry, we can…,” she trails off, not intending to say more than needs to be said, and you nod. Hurrying behind her, the maid quickly leads you to the room Jaehyuk’s daughter used to reside in, and as she shuts the door you take in the luxuriousness of the bedroom.

You remember Namjoon saying something before about her being spoiled, but…the entire room is screams princess. Pink walls, bejeweled bedding, and a closet that spans the entire length of the wall.

“Has nothing been touched?” you can’t help but ask, and the maid nods sullenly, her mouth turning into a frown.

“Jaehyuk-sshi took her jewels to pawn off for money, but left everything else…”

“Ah…,” you respond, frowning as well. What a terrible father, and person in general. You wish he would’ve died when Namjoon’s men had attempted to kill him…

“You can choose any of her dresses,” the maid continues, moving to the closet to show you the row of dresses Jaehyuk’s daughter had possessed. “He…doesn’t quite care what you wear…um…”

You stare at her when she hesitates to continue, noticing the way her eyes drop to the floor.

“Did he say what you just told me, but in worse terms?”

She nods.

“I certainly won’t force you to repeat him then,” you scoff, approaching her, and the maid nods once again, her gaze reflecting relief. You’re sure she’s had a rough time working under someone as unkind as Jaehyuk…

Stepping up to the closet, you survey the dresses inside, noting how a majority of the garments are fairly revealing. However, since you know at the end of the day you’ll be required to wear one, you begin pushing through them. The maid helps you, making quiet suggestions about what would look best.

Sometime later, you find yourself standing in the center of the room, a white, floor length dress adorning your form as the maid adjusts the dress ever so slightly to correct any issues with the fit. The gown, for the most part, covers your body. It’s conservative and simple, save the open back, which reveals a moderate portion of your skin, but considering it’s one of the safest choices in the closet, you’ll have to live with it.

“I’m glad it fits so well,” the maid says quietly as she stands back and surveys her work. You turn to look in the mirror, nodding appreciatively. Despite your current situation, you surprisingly feel pretty.

Leading you to the vanity, the maid then instructs you to sit down. You close your eyes, mentally resting as she messes with your hair and applies a small amount of makeup to your face. Well, maybe you do more than mentally rest, because by the time you open your eyes she has pulled your hair back into a braided bun that sits perfectly on the back of your head. However, before you can think to thank her—the maid smiling happily at her own work—there’s an angry yell from up the hall.

“Hyemi! Where is she?!”

“We just finished right now, sir!” the maid, Hyemi, frantically responds, her previously happy demeanor shattering instantly. Bustling you out of the chair, she quickly grabs a pair of white heels from the closet and kneels on the ground, sending you a worried glance. Unsure what to do or say, you simply lift your leg and allow her to place the heels onto your feet. Immediately you can tell that the shoes are at least a half size too small, but you know you don’t have a choice.

Once that’s taken care of, Hyemi grants you one last one-over before pulling you towards the bedroom door. She then drags you down the hall until you’re left at the top of the staircase.

“Good luck,” she whispers, bowing her head to you, and hurries away.

You stare after her, taking a deep breath as you turn to begin down the stairs. Your chest already feels tight with nervousness, but you attempt to ignore it, moving to pull up the bottom of your gown as your heels click down the stairs.

Clearly hearing your arrival, Jaehyuk steps out from his parlor, hands shoved into his pockets. He’s wearing a tuxedo, but he looks nearly the same as normal. Pudgy, mean—and now—slightly shorter than you, you realize as he steps up to stand next to you.

“Not shabby,” he comments, his eyes blatantly scanning your figure. You decide not to comment.

However, when Jaehyuk reaches behind you to lead you towards the door, his sweaty hand brushing against the bare skin of your back, you accidentally flinch away in surprise.

Your action only causes Jaehyuk to snarl, and he makes a point of sliding his hand beneath the dress to grip your naked waist. Fingers pressing roughly into your flesh, he tugs you towards the front door, and you are forced to bite your tongue. You don’t want to find out what will happen if you do or say anything else that’s not to his liking.

So, allowing yourself to be shoved along, you soon find yourself once again in the back seat of Jaehyuk’s car. Thankfully, this time Jaehyuk slides in beside you instead of the two guards who had caged you in last time.

“Behave yourself,” he growls, and then signals to the driver. Almost immediately you’re pulling away from his house, heading back towards the main area of the city. As you go, you find yourself staring out the tinted car window, mind lost in thought yet again.

You wonder about Namjoon—if he’s looking, if he’s worried. Hoseok—had he managed to get ahold of Namjoon and tell him he’d seen you? And Jungkook—had he been worried, or had he noticed that you were gone? Certainly he should’ve figured out something was going on by now, right? He’d nearly broken into jail to save you after 6 hours of not hearing from you, but at this point it had been days without seeing him, without going to class or communicating in any way. Surely Jungkook must’ve realized too, right?

However…soon a familiar building rolls into sight, the car slowing to a stop at the main entrance of the building, and you feel your heart sink into your stomach. Lips parting, dread gnawing at you from every angle, you gape at the skyscraper before you.

Even as the chauffer opens your door and Jaehyuk impatiently waits for you to get out, you find yourself stunned, and unable to move.

Why are you here? Of all places? Wha…how did this make any sense?

“Get out,” Jaehyuk hisses, grabbing your arm, and you stumble to your feet.

Forcing your arm through his, Jaehyuk leads you into the building that belongs to none other than Jeon Enterprises, a dark smile tugging at his lips when he picks up on your confusion and fear.

“Have you realized what’s going on yet?”

Blinking, you immediately look over to him, lips pressing into a frown. Jaehyuk only grins wider.

“A dead man, a CEO, and a joker all make a pact to get rid of the little monster crawling in the shadows,” he teases, his hand moving to possessively grip your waist, and his words echo through your mind.

Jaehyuk is obviously the dead man, and…you’re a little suspicious of who the joker may be, but…A CEO?

No…, you think, eyes darting around the hotel lobby, knees nearly buckling as the realization befalls you. There’s no way…Jungkook’s dad…

“Jeon?” you whisper, disbelieving, and when Jaehyuk laughs happily your suspicions are confirmed.

But…but Namjoon had been Jeon’s partner! You’d seen the two of them together the first night you’d become Jungkook’s tutor! What had happened?? Why had they…and what about Jungkook?? Had he known? Had your entire friendship been a lie??

Suddenly Jaehyuk stops, fingers moving to grip your chin tightly, and when he forces you to stare at him his eyes only reflect glee.

“And you know what’s going to happen to that little monster? Tonight, at this ball, he dies.”

Eyes darkening, Jaehyuk’s demeanor morphs into something much more evil, and your find yourself unable to breathe at his next words.

“Tonight, Kim Namjoon dies.”

[Pt 15] | [Pt 17]

kinda went off the rail yesterday and made a dragon age elf oc called Micah, who is based on gwindor and I plan this elf’s story into finley lavellan’s story arc in inquisition and now i decided that after my lavellan and dorian breaks up one year post-trespasser in this fanfic arc i planned for them, they aren’t gonna get back together by the end of the fic. instead, my lavellan is gonna keep taking a break from this relationship and im gonna leave it open like that. like, im not sure if i wanna ship my lavellan with this Micah (whom i actually really love right now), but lavellan x dorian is making less and less sense the more i think about it. And honestly, i dont think any sort of development dorian can have would change anything substantially.

i always have a rough time writing lavellan x dorian, cause the fact that dorian is tevinter, the fact that he shares kinship with slavers and slave owners is just always fucking ridiculous on its own. And given that lavellan is an elf in dragon age universe and there is this history of tevinters enslaving his ancestors and enacting literal and cultural genocide against his people, i always have a hard time justifying lavellan falling in love with dorian and im pretty sure other ppl has that problem too. Also, even though dorian is the head of his house now, we still dont know if he dismisses the goddamn slaves his parents owned, so there is also this bullshit. Then there is dorian “i almost definitely slept with elven sex slaves in the elven slums--who are either socially marginalized people forced into sex work or victims of sex trafficking” pavus talking about how slavery isn’t that bad in tevinter, and then turn around and wax poetic about how same-gender relationships aren’t meant to be about love in tevinter wah wah wah. Anybody who read the codex entry on tevinter culture in da:i knows that same-gender relationships are only frowned upon in tevinter imperium when it disrupts the cis-heterosexual political marriages between noble mage houses, same-gender sex and relationships are in fact ENCOURAGED in tevinter when it happens between slave owners and their slaves. so yeah, i said dorian has never been a fucking victim before, well, this is why. sexuality and class privilege/oppression are intertwined in real world and in fictional universes that mirrored the real world and believe or not, being the top of social hierarchy means dorian got the better end of the bargain. he said, oh, “anything between two men, it’s about pleasure”. yeah, specifically a slaver owner’s pleasure in violating and further dehumanizing a person lol!!! but sure dorian you are so fucking oppressed.  im just. i have been wary before, of dorian. because of this slavery thing, and i never really talked abt why. and im just. i am even more wary now. and i still like dorian i guess, but, lmao. i just can’t make lavellan and dorian some sort of great love story, cause it really ain’t one. lavellan fell in love with dorian cause i insisted on having romance interests in every single one of my dragon age playthroughs--especially when it’s a canon one, but honestly he really shouldn’t have. in my fic, they broke up cause  finley lavellan knew dorian used to whore around in tevinter’s elven slums/alienages, and someone lied to lavellan and said that dorian is still doing that with lavellan living at his estate, and even though lavellan knew abt the truth later, he still felt gross about sharing a bed with someone who slept with potential victims of sex trafficking, so, they are taking a break for now. it’s just bad ok, lavellan is also in the right, ok. fuck knows whats gonna happen in da4, i doubt it’d change anything--and that’s speaking on the pretence that dorian will even be involved in da4.  i have this headcanon abt lavellan crafting a pair of rings for him and dorian in his forge as their engagement rings, i will retain that headcanon about the engagement rings, but the ring might not be for dorian.  anyways this is elf oc is based on gwindor, and gwindor’s story is that he was an elven lord (presumably a noldor elf) of hidden kingdom of nagathrond, and he was a valiant and fierce warrior who literally charged inside The Devil Himself (morgoth)’s stronghold with his company after his little brother was brutally executed (god. poor gelmlir) in front of the elven host, unfortunately for him, everybody in his company is killed and he alone was captured and enslaved and forced to work in morgoth’s mine for 14 years. apparently during the 14 years, he was “mutilated”, his hair turned grey during the process, and the experience “sapped his strength” (i think it’s like, spiritual strength, cause it seems elves in tolkien universe draws strength and power of all kinds from their fea aka their spirit). he eventually escaped and he lost his hand in the process, and almost died from losing the goddamn hand, but then he got rescued by another elf. BUT this elf (beleg) got accidentally stabbed to death by his disaster of a human best friend soon after. And gwindor, who’s already dealing with a truck load of trauma himself, was kind enough to comfort and and guide this disaster human dude (who went in shock cause he can’t accept what he did with his own damn hands) and brought him to nagthrond aka his home. but when gwindor needed love and support the most from his loved ones, they all stop listening to him and he lost his previous influence on his people and nobody is there to help him through his trauma, and he ended up feeling like he’s unfit to be loved, which is bullshit. eventually this disaster human dude’s dumbass advice got him and everybody he loved killed. And i was like it’s pretty bullshit that this obviously traumatized character is ostracized from his community for being traumatized, instead of getting the love and support he deserves and i said thats bullshit because in this house traumatized people get to have live happily ever after. so my desire to make gwindor happy inspires the creation of this elf oc.  now dragon age elves can’t really be lords or ladies or prince or princess, but the keeper and the keeper’s children are usually descendants of the elven nobilities of the dales, so, that should be close enough. Also i want more dalish mage characters anyways. This elf oc is a dalish mage, his name is Micah and he’s the First of his clan, as matter of fact. I wouldn’t say he’s exactly like merrill, but he does have merrill’s hair colour (dark raven hair but his hair is long), merrill’s eyes (more hazel than just green, but yeah) and merrill’s skin tone (light/pale). he’s also the more studio type, like merrill, and has a more bubbly personality than either of my lavellans. This dalish mage used to love the fade, and he loved the ancient songs he witnessed in the fade the most. Micah also has a beautiful voice and he’s very good at singing and he always carries a little lute with him to accompany his tunes. When he’s not nose deep in tomes about spells and magical theories and ancient texts, he’s out singing in the woods with his lute--he only performs in front of his family or his closest childhood friends since he’s not a people person. While finley lavellan has this appearance of gentleness, he can be quite ruthless and cold. And lavellan is more of a natural leader type of person. Micah, on the other hand, is truly a soft and gentle soul and is really not the kind to truly be a leader of any kind. 

so what happened is that, Micah is from a clan that’s always travelling around ferelden. they settled around denerium when the fifth blight broke out (that was events of da:o), but specifically he went to the denerium alienage to trade some goods with the shop keepers at least two weeks prior to the warden’s arrival at the alienage. However, he noticed the presences of the tevinters, become worried for the alienage’s safety since he suspects these are slavers, and he’s locked in the quarantine inside because of the spread of the plague. shianni found him trying to warn the sick alienage residents and shared her concern, but at the time shianni is just suspicious and not openly oppose to the tevinters’ presences. now in da:o, im pretty sure if you are an elf warden at least, you can feign sickness and get “admitted” in, but then you’d get stripped of your belongings and had to fight 14 tevinter enemies with literally no weapon so im pretty sure you weren’t supposed to do that (i did that cause i was a dumbass). so what happens is that Micah tried doing that, he ended up fighting a dozen and more soldiers with no weapon or any sort and was quickly subdued. And he was shipped away with the rest of alienage residents before the warden ever got to confront the tevinter slavers unfortunately. he just turned 20. Then after his disappearance, shianni becomes more openly oppose to the tevinters’ presences at the alienage since she’s more convinced that something fishy is going on.   so...a tevinter magister had him....for 10 years. that guy is a blood mage and he’s also like, basically danarius. so like, a demon. Not gonna go into detail about what happened because i dont like to talk too much about actual events that caused the traumas, i just wanna talk about the recovery and dealing with the trauma. but, basically, micah revealed right away that he is a mage, hoping the status of being a mage’d get him released in tevinter but that didn’t happen and the magister kept using his blood to fuel his spells, since his blood is potent with magic. later, the magister also experimented on him with semi-refined lyrium to make his blood even more potent but the experimentation failed and permanently blinded Micah and turned his hair white and he received a long scar from the left eye that goes straight down to his lips and continues down the right half of his torso. Basically, instead of losing a hand like gwindor, Micah lost his sight. And apparently, in canon, king maric got captured by this tevinter blood mage magister dude and alistair had to go and save him or whatever but king maric was hooked to this machine and trapped in this dream-state in the fade so that the blood mage can use his blood and life force to fuel spells. so after Micah is blinded and disfigured and deemed not as “useful” as he is before, what happened to king maric sort of happened to him, but he didn’t spend long enough time hook to the machine so he isn’t gonna die once he’s unhooked from the machine. for a while, Micah doesn’t even know he was trapped in a dream, and when he realizes he’s trapped in the fade, he couldn’t get out and back into his body. Events of inquisition start to happen, this tevinter magister is obviously a venatori, and he went south after the inquisition started to fight the venatori everywhere, probably as reinforcement. he brought Micah with him. And i think my lavellan either confronted this blood mage at hissing wastes (maybe it’s the moutaintop camp? maybe it’s after you cleared out the venatori at hissing waste and he came as reinforcement?). not to digress but i’d love to fight a blood mage in inquisition but that was not meant to be, so it’s happening in this oc fanfic scenario.  Inquisitor finley lavellan had a very hard time trying to get to this guy, and know he’s a quite a powerful mage, and he is forced to retreat with his companions and inquisiton soldiers to the camp. This time lavellan decided to sneak in while his party member created a distraction outside, and once inside the camp, he discovered poor micah hooked to a machine--presumably the source of the magister’s power. pegging the machine as something that traps the elf in the fade, lavellan connects himself to the machine and went to find micah in the fade. With lavellan’s help, micah is able to break away from the eternal dream and wake up. his body is obviously frail from spending a few years immobile, so lavellan tried to sneak out with micah in his arms but they were confronted by the magister who brought numerous archers and ambushed them at the lobby (inside some mountain at hissing waste), lavellan opened one or two rifts to suck in the archers, and petrified the magister with earth magic enhanced by the anchor’s connection to the fade (the magister is immobile and his flesh is slowly hardening from the earth magic but he’s alive and acutely and painfully aware of what’s happening to his body). Micah is the one who got the tear the magister from limb to limb with his own magic and explode him into chunks of meat, avenging the abuse that’s done to him. and finley brought micah with him to skyhold and there he rests and recovers. finley,  inquisition mages (not dorian though, him being tevinter mage and a mediocre healer and all, it’s more like, vivenne and solas actually) all help to nurture him back to health. he become healthy again, even though he is still blind and his hair remains the same grey white colour and the scar that disfigured his face is unremovable. Micah unfortunately becomes afraid of the fade and hates it when he dreams, sometime he’d wake up terrified, not knowing if he wakes up from a dream or if he just drops into one. It was with finley’s help that he become more aware of what’s dream and what’s reality. while Micah’s at skyhold, micah and finley becomes good friends as finley constantly visits him and even brings him a lute after knowing micah loves to play and sings. they become close enough that micah is comfortable singing to finley. micah didn’t get involved with inquisition business while he’s recovering, however, he did discover a way to “see” with the tap of his feet and sounds bouncing off object, kinda like how toph (btw i love toph) “see” with passive earth bending. i like to think micah always favours earth magic and telekinesis and rarely uses other elemental magic. Micah ends up combining his telekinesis skills with a form of weaponizing sounds (it’s sound bending lmao) and develops something very close to the force mage specialization in da 2. aka pushing people off with force of sound, manipulating gravity. And Micah uses sound to “see”, basically. And singing evolves from a hobby to necessity, since humming/singing or playing an instrument allows him to “see”, so that he’s not trapped in an eternal darkness.  with finley’s help, micah finds his way back to his clan still wandering around ferelden and they tearfully welcomed his return after presuming him dead for years. That was like, right after the events of inquisition main game concludes. Then three years later, micah crosses finley again in tevinter out of all places. turns out that micah has seen the dread wolf/solas in the fade and he was offered to join him but micah is loyal to finley and did not answer. More importantly, ever since micah is back, he hate it that everybody pities him. even though his clan loves him still, they treat him like a broken fragile thing who can’t take care of himself. And micah, is able to walk around and goes about his daily business as anybody who has their sights, is sick of people pitying him. The fact that he is no longer the First as he is seen incapable of becoming the keeper angers him (and micah is almost never angry), so he willingly left the clan and started his own journey to find out more about the dread wolf and that journey allows him to cross path with finley again. when micah met finley again, finley has already break up with dorian and now lived in the cottage he built somewhere in the woods at the outskirt of some city. There, they both devised the plan to venture out to ruins of Arlathan as companions to find out the truth about the blight and solas’ plan/stopping solas. 

Free Writing

I went out on saturday and had a blast. I was wild, free and enjoyigng all the attention i was getting. I felt like i was shining and it felt really good. I met a lot of people and though i was still in control of myself I let people express their drunk seleves. I learned a long while back that making connections while people are drunk willl lead to nothing lol. People are free when they are drunk but go back to being closed off. i guess I should say they go back to being their sun signs/risings more so then their moon signs. People projected so much onto me it was kind of funny. I actually enjoy being drunk and in that frame of mind ebcause people re free and i can sit back and observe their interactions. It was crazy though. I always walk away from going out with an interesting take on people and myself. So i met this guy while out and apparently he’s a well known artists around here. i was interested to know that he actually was who he siaid he was. We ended up going back to his place and I ended up sleeping with him. not gonna lie it was good. I woke up at his palce the enxt morning  and ended up fuckig and sucking him more. It felt so good. like I forgot it was lilith season and my body is lie fucking crying out for sex it scars me a litle. Because I feel like people can sense it so i have to be careful about how I go out and who i ama round. lilith really don’t play T_T magic mike even said that those who are trying to b celebate won’t be able to escape it and here i am fucking people T_T it was okay though. I didn’t beat myself up over it. I do keep my sexuality contained like 99% of the time to avoid problems so once in a while letting her come out to play is good for me. I still need more but I have to pace myself. I met so many people when i went out and made an interesting connection. I remeber thinkign to myself ‘is this what i manifested?’. this partying scene has put me in a very unique and new environment and I’m not sure if i should go through it or retreat back. See i was asked if I would strip. And at first i was like nooo wtf nahhh I don’t want that shit following me when i go on to do my own shit but as I sat their thinking about it i realized that this matrix and system has a cheat code that does have its dangers but the rewards may outweigh the consequence. It’s not illegal and i would be able to pay for my schooling and actually support people around me. one of the things i wanted to doa s soona s I made a lot of money was to do a lot of anonymous donations to things. Like i was thinking about the money i could make and what i could do once i got it. like i want to open up a school for children where I give them a very good educationa nd produce amazing students who will innnovate and save mama africa. I want to buy and renovate old abandoned houses and give it back to the hood. i want my people from around the world to be safe and dreamign again. this system has really fucked everyon up. the diaspora is healing but it is not healing fast enough. i also want to set up a safe house for when shit hits the fan. i want to have it laoded with weapons, seeds, survivial equipment and information to help whoever gets to it. i want to ensure all my siblings know whwre it is so that they can go there if i am not around when things get bad. I have all these plans and money is singlehadnedly the thign holding me back. I have about 6 years to make things happen and to secure myself so i feel like if i play the game smart, get in, make my money, invest in things, create multiple streams of income, keep my mouth shut and focus I can do this safely and queitly. I still have tot hink about it mroe though. i want to talk to nampende about it too because I want her opinion. ughhh this has put me at a crossroad. anyways I have never been told i was beautiful by so many people. it was kind of enw to me but i took the compliemnts nicely and felt gracious with it. though i hate when people project jealousy onto me with complients thata re veield lol. i try to make other people shine too though cause I want eevryon to feel great lol i felt like such a hype man. One thing that was crazy to me though was i was drunk right and didnt feel good at this guys place. but i was also really horny and wanted to fuck but like i didn’t feel good so my dumbass was calling out for jesus??????????????????????????????????????? I’m a little upset with myself for wanting him around me when i felt not good and like thats a testimony to my attachment to him. We’ve been doign well as friends all we do is watch dbz abridged togetehr, make jokes, he annoys me with his fucking impressions which are like spot on like errily close. anyays we being big ass nerds and shit and its kind of cute like he’s being so fucking cute and shit and i’m a lil suspsicious  because i’m trying to understand why he’s changed. He;s being really sweet to me and nice and wants my attention and shit ooooh wait i remember now. its caused i told him i only missed him 7/10 when he asked and he was a bit sad (or fake sad cause this boy gets fake mad bout everything cause he a troll lmao). maybe he tryna chnage that make me like him more idk i’m treating him like a friend and keeping a bit of distance but like he’s getting me to open upp more and i’m like aaahhh whyy??? let me be distant pls lmao. he got something up his sleeve lol or it could be me just being apranoid and not trusting him which is highly probable. I sometimes fall back  inot my ‘how could anyone like me’ mindframe which is a reflection of  me at a low sense of self worth. I wonder what purpose the univerese is arranging my life for. I find it strange just how i meet so many prominent people, get into the sreas I wanna get into and like just get to expand my pool of people i know. I have been looking into my ascendent and yep seems about right with my leo ascendent and sag sun. recently i have been feeling down and disconnected with my spiritual self. I felt weighted down by something and i think its like a warning for something dk. or maybe things are changing. i noticed that when i start feling down it usually means something new is going to happen. i constantly ask for change and refinment from pluto and since he odoes take forever to make his cycle i may not feel the changes for a bit. i just ughh idk i’m at a crossroads again and i have to be careful with the choices I make. I will meditae on it, figure out where i need to go and then see if i can manifest it. I mean i managed to manifest allthese connections all this shit like wow it amazes me. the luck of the sag and leo is crazy. i want to spread it to everyone i know. i just want happiness, money, beauty and a peaceful world where i can help people heal. eventually i want to have my clinic some palce nice and sunny where i can help people heal. if i cana chieve thee goals i will be happy. anyways love myself the world and everyone.