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demonicchicken1121 · 6 months

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Give me your head cannons about the purple raisin man

ohhhhhh, get fucking ready buddy, this is gonna take a while (also be warned i will probably be incorporating aspects of my au that i need to post about more soooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

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The lore around remnant is really weird and confusing, and Mike is an especially odd case because he is essentially possessing his own body rather than an animatronic or something inanimate. I think that it would be neat if his body would start repairing itself. his hair, nails, bones, and other parts made of cartilage would grow back first. Then bits of skin, then some organs. I think he would like that he could paint his nails and grow his hair out, and it would give him a sense of humanity that he thought he would never get back. There are downsides, however; the more major repairs, like organs, would take a really long time. They would start developing as if they were in utero, and would be very easily damaged. Damaging the new organs wouldnt cause him any permanent harm since he's already dead, but i imagine it would be really inconvenient and painful.

Building on the last point, Mike is constantly falling apart. The whole regeneration thing is a "one step forward, two steps back" kinda deal. his skin rips, his bones break, sometimes a whole chunk of his face or hand or leg will end up in the couch cushions, and God help the poor soul that finds his missing pieces.

Speaking of The Poor Souls That Find His Missing Pieces: Mike gets back in touch with his FNAF 4 friends after getting scooped. His friends are Jeremy, Fritz, and Gabriel; they are not the missing kids. William killed kids with the same names because they were involved in Evan's death. Mike rebuilds a really close bond with Jeremy and ends up moving into his apartment.

Mike lived with Henry in the direct aftermath of being scooped. He had practically passed out on henry's doorstep, as it was the only place he could think to go. Mike was out for several days after Ennard left his body, and was hardly able to move or speak after waking up. Henry was left with the responsibility of taking care of him during that time. Unfortunately, Henry is also very squeamish. Taking care of mike while he was asleep was bad enough, but once he wakes up and recovers a bit, he starts intentionally grossing Henry out. He also keeps finding body parts in the couch cushions and he screams every time he does.

Mike has a great sense of humor, especially after being scooped. His favorite thing is to point to where his stomach used to be and say "HEY! Look at my HOLE!" and then laugh at his own joke for like thirty minutes. He mostly does this to Henry, because of his previously mentioned squeamish-ness.

Mike has a love hate relationship with butter. he likes it on toast, but like... that damn butter basket. also he has defiantly tried both butter and toast flavored gum before (see: Gum post)

I have so many more hcs (a lot about his relationships with his parents and siblings, pre-scoop mike, post ffps mike, etc) and will probably add to this list, but here is a healthy portion (ok, more like a grandma sized portion) of my Raisin Man Thoughts

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #michael afton #mike afton #mike schmidt #fnaf headcanons #michael afton headcanons #henry emily #jeremy fitzgerald #fritz smith #fnaf gabriel #fnaf 4 bullies

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love-toxin · 1 year

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thinking of your plagas leon fic again and ideas…

It’s hard to enjoy the nice starry night when running away from an infected soldier. You escaped from the castle’s walls before he could finish counting to 10 and you run to the nearest exit and that turns out to be the courtyard.

The lush green of your surroundings helping hide you, it was a perfect hideout. It also helped that before Plagas had Leon in the palm of its hands, he and you cleared out all that had stalked the courtyard’s bushes. The serenity of the green courtyard really set in with the moonlight cascading onto its plants, while the stars shone brightly in the night sky. The buzzing of various native insects was only things you could hear, with the exception of your beating heart in your ears. It seemed so peaceful, and the reality of your dire situation never really set in. But the familiar sounds of Leon’s gun popping in the humid night air broke your momentary relaxation. The sounds are getting increasingly clear as he gets closer to you. You take one more deep breath before making a break for the marble bridge that connects both sides of the courtyard. Gaining distance between the infected Leon and yourself seemed to be the only thing that prevented your inevitable demise. As you started to run the way the path headed, you were instantly stopped by a CLANK! coming from your right foot and it instantly felt like a bone was broken. Your brain was almost overwhelmed at what you saw next.

An iron bear trap had sunk its teeth into your leg. The pain was excruciating and you let out a bloodcurdling scream. Even though Leon most likely was instantly notified of your location, you didn’t care, you needed that damn thing off and fast. Blood was flowing down your leg and onto the iron teeth staining it in the process. The knife! Instantly reaching down to your side, you find it empty of the knife that you momentarily stole from Leon. You instantly freeze, cringing at the memory of you nicking not-Leon in his handsome face. Foresight was a fickle bitch. More noises arise as you can hear someone’s heavy footsteps rapidly approaching, crunching the grass beneath every step. Your breathing becomes uneven and its rapid. He’s coming. The crunching is getting closer. The world around you is spinning. The footsteps are even closer. You’re going through shock. Your blood is dripping into the grass and blood loss is getting to you. As you set your head on grass, you start to try and make amends before you pass. It was your fault that Leon had been infected. Had he not been so worried with you, he probably wouldn’t have been infected and you wouldn’t currently be dying after risking your life trying to escape the very same man who became infected in your place.

I’m so sorry Leon… It’s all my fault.

Your vision starts to blur and go dark. The peaceful night sky had stars that twinkled brightly in it. The pale moonlight cascaded across your injured body. The cold plants of the courtyard, you failed to escape, cradled your cold and bloodied body. The blurry darkness in your vision consumed you, with your ears picking up one last crunch.

Your head pounded and your foot throbbed with a dull pain. Wait you were alive? Jolting up in surprise, earning you a painful jolt throughout your body, your surroundings are more than familiar. You were stuck in that dammed castle again. The fire roared in the fireplace next to you, it’s flame brought you warmth. The room was dimly lit by it and sitting in the chair in the corner of the room was an awfully familiar and handsome face. “Oh? Look who decided to wake up from her thousand year nap.”

Leon.

BRO JUST DROPPING A WHOLE FIC IN MY INBOX !!!!!! 🥵🥵 i wanna.....wanna be chased.....imagine Leon sitting far from you because the smell of your blood makes him so needy, and bandaging your wound was almost enough to make him pounce on you.....but now he has all the time in the world to spend with you as you recover 🤪

#plagas!leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #yandere leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #ellie chats #anons

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jaxxsoxxn · 1 month

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I can just imagine them facing against scarecrow and scarecrow being you know using his toxic fumes being fear, making boomerang remember that day so clearly and vividly and boomer gets so pissed he tackled scarecrow in the ground and starts beating him, beating him in like until he’s almost to death and Harley and Floyd has to like Get him off of him so he won’t kill scarecrow and Boomer is just screaming at scarecrow

you fucker how dare you piece of shit you’re gonna die for that and Floyd and Harleys trying their best to keep boomer at bay because of that they have to ask for back up you can choose who they have asked for back up

Oh, and if you want, you can add some of your boomerflash

Also, you’re the best of making boomerflash head cannons and stories your apps your pieces are beautiful French kiss 💋

kisses!!! <33 thank ya, the brain rot feeds off them, so I'm happy with every little idea thrown my way.

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In defense of Harley, she had no way to know that when Scarecrow decided to test his "new" gas on them (in a safe space, after he got "recruited" too), apparently this one showing off old fears instead of creating new ones, whatever that meant, Boomer would be hit with something... like that.

Through most of the experiment, few chosen heroes around them to help if needed, Digger was the only "normal" one. He stood still, almost peacefully, if you ignored the shaking hands and short breaths. Maybe it was the fact that they knew it's all a hallucination, maybe it was the fact that the person responsible was right next to them, but when it all finally broke away, when most started trying to get some water and calm themselves with help, the first thing he did was jump Jonathan.

The first hit wasn't the thing that broke the shock of heroes and others around them - it was the sound of a breaking bone that did it. A pain-filled whine left Scarecrow, when he tried to use his claw-like gloves to tear the Australian away, his whole body mass keeping them down, while he punched almost blindly. He was angrily half screaming, half mumbling something about Owen, whom Harley herself didn't know exactly.

But Flash, who was the first one to try to hold Digger back, definitely knew. Most people who aren't dragging Crane away to make sure he'll survive probably notice the way his eyes go wide at the suffering screams that slowly turn into whispers full of bitterness. His hands, now bloody from the scientist, shaking rapidly and trying to hold onto something - failing to do so. Barry has his arms intertwined with the Rouge's elbows, holding him behind while clinging to him and trying to calm him down.

But when he does get calm, it doesn't mean his brain is fully caught up with what happened exactly, so all they hear now, less shaky and unfocused, are the words of horrid truth that Boomer saw.

"...How could they do that? They took my boy-" this time only a few people freeze, Flash now slowly working his way to the ground with trembling Boomer in his arms. "They took my boy, he was only eight-! How could they? What did he do to deserve it?"

Floyd, water bottle in hand, gets closer to the man, brushing his wet from sweat hair up, showing his blurry green eyes clearer. Shark looks angrily at the bloodied up scientist for a second, a protective urge firing deep inside, before he gets on the floor next to the two, touching Digger without grabbing him, being more something to rest up on than anything.

And when he continues, this time words just... giving up, changing between sobs and empty anger, Harley joins up. She walks straight at him, until she's right in front of him, her shoes almost touching his. Steadily, she sits down right there, looks her friend in the eyes and waits for him to ground himself, doing her best to ignore the hurt sounds coming from him and the few words that crawl their way out of his closed up throat.

"...He was so small, y'know? His body was so light-" a sob shook him, making Barry change his hold, from holding him back to just having his arms around him and his head rest on his back. "They took him from my arms to check for pulse, but- but they didn't have to take him to the hospital - too late, they said. Too much blood, he stopped breathing fifteen minutes before their arrival. I couldn't get his blood out of my hands, it's still stuck under my nails- I need to, I need to wash my hands-"

Another attack of weeping stops him, while all they do is be here, for now. Somewhere in the back, the rest of the heroes takes care of Crane and talks to Flag, who has a grimace on his face and a glint of understanding in his eyes - it probably was in Boomer's files, knowing how they like to have all possible information. Doesn't make it less dehumanizing.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #tw child death #tw murder #tw panic attack #tw panicking #captain boomerang #boomerflash #I know my dear anon that u intended on it being more angry than sad #but my boi is in shock #anon ask #tw voilence

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wetcatspellcaster · 5 months

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I love your work so much! Thank you for giving us the DVD commentary. I’m so torn picking a scene from your fics but I landed on this one.

“Astarion made to step towards her. Rosalie made her decision, and raised the poker higher, making him pause. Then, she stretched her left hand out in front of her.

“But I was thinking back to the olden days,” she said, keeping her eyes on him, where he stood warily back, clearly worried she was going to hit him again. “About how I used to just jump off things, and break fucking bones, and all I would do is take the pain. Then I'd turn to Shadowheart, and I'd ask her to heal me.”

Astarion’s brow furrowed, and before he could get it Rosalie gritted her teeth, and pivoted so her free hand rested on the edge of the sideboard. Hey, if I break more of his furniture, it’s an added bonus, she thought - and then she bought the iron poker down on her wrist.

Magical items were often, for all intents and purposes, indestructible.

Wrists. Not so much. Rosalie often swore her bones felt more brittle these days.

“NO!” Astarion cried, as she herself shrieked, and raised the poker, and bought it down again.

Two hits was enough, but she managed three before her vision started to spot and blacken at the edges. The hand was a pulp, the bracelet remained a perfect silver circle. The skin started weeping blood, which was probably not a good call, in the ol’ vampire mansion. Still, needs must. Rosalie could practically feel herself fighting a giggle.

As she raised her hand to examine it, magic came flooding back exactly as she had been hoping. Why did the bracelets come in pairs? It could’ve been Astarion’s weird aesthetic preferences, but then, if it was, she would’ve expected some chains there in the mix as well. She figured there must be a reason both wrists were bound.

The pain roiled through her like nausea, and one of the shackles fell away from the meat of her limp, flattened fingers.

She started to swoon a little, and Astarion was suddenly there, right next to her, his arm around her waist, holding her up before she could black out and fall to the floor.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself,” Astarion said, sounding genuinely horrified. “What does this achieve, darling? You can’t cast spells without both your hands, and it’s not like you can hold the poker and get the other wrist. I’ll need to find you a healer. What if you’ve prevented yourself from ever casting a spell again? You love your magic. Oh, dearest heart, good gods. You act like I’m worse than the devil himself.”

“Don’t need the other wrist,” she panted, imagining a world where she could stick around enough to vomit on his clothes as promised. “The only somatic gesture I need, is this.”

She dropped the poker with a clatter, raised her good hand, gave him the finger.

Then, she shouted the verbal component for Dimension Door, and winked out of existence. Astarion was left grasping on air.”

Hey anon, thank you for being kind and wanting to play the ask game with me!

I am genuinely trying to remember now if in Howl's Moving Castle and subsequent books Sophie ever chased Howl with a fire poker. I'm trying to remember if I truly imagined this or read it in a fanfic or whatnot. Anyway, regardless of whether I invented this scene from HMC or not, book Howl/Sophie was the energy I was bringing to this scene lmao.

My characters took a lot of fall damage in BG3, truly just short resting every time we took a stealth route in Act 1 bc I was not wasting spellslots on Featherfall. Anyway, the entire concept of fall damage but also just healing makes me think adventurers in particular would be way more at peace with grievous bodily harm. Poor Shadowheart.

The antimagic bracelets are a homebrewed magic item from my D&D game! They negate anything that counts as a spell or magical effect. Fun fact: in my D&D game, my players confronted a hot evil wizard man in his office and through a series of checks (including a Nat 1 dex save from him) they just put the bracelets on him. They entirely negated combat and instead plunged themselves into the true struggle of every D&D party: an awkward conversation. With a man shackled by jewelry.

The brittle wrists thing is autobiographical. I already feel like a glass canon bag of twigs so I imagine in my 40s my wrists will be the first thing to go.

That being said, I have no idea if hitting your hand a few times at full whack would actually do anything or have any of the effects I describe, it just sounded cool at the time.

A few comments (that I've yet to reply to) have noted that Astarion's final speech here is very hypocritical, and it absolutely is. He took away her magic, he's suddenly worried she'll never have magic again... But at his end, he knows that the antimagic bracelets are temporary. He only needs to take her magic away until they've sorted out this wee understanding and she's no longer going to use it to fireball him. He wasn't planning on keeping her magic from her forever, just until they finish their conversation... etc. Meanwhile this is a permanent consequence, and that idea horrifies him.

Dimension Door only has a verbal spell component to be cast, and thank god otherwise my plot would've been literally in tatters! I'm so glad 5e made it easy for her to get away

This is also foreshadowing, bc Astarion says that people can't teleport in and out of the house but then Rose succeeds... seems like, mayhaps, she's the exception to the rule ~ x

"You act like I’m worse than the devil himself.” You see, not to stand in Ascended!Astarion's corner for a brief second, but maybe when you now hang out with vampires and devils and go the Hells every once in a while, your relative curve for morality gets thrown off, and while other people are horrified by your behaviour all you can see is how much worse you could be, and how much worse you've seen other monsters act...

DVD commentary ask

#asks #anons #dvd commentary ask #lovely words from lovely people #wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth #ask games

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writewhatyouwanttoread · 2 years

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Fic Idea: 1

Okay. Imagine a bkdk soulmates au where both Izuku and Katsuki are quirkless and know they're soulmates. Quirklessness is significantly more rare than in canon like .05% of the population or something (I really feel like they didn't do the math on exactly how common something that's 20% of the population is lmfao like in a school or 600 kids that's like 120 people. It's literally 1 in 5. Like if there are 5 people in a room odds are 1 of them is quirkless. It's so fucking dumb. Just not rare at all. In your average grocery store there's gonna be 20 quirkless person in there with everyone else. Like my city has less that 2% black people and 6% hispanic and I still see these people all the time! Every time I go out! TWENTY FUCKING PERCENT IS AN INSANELY HIGH PROPORTION. Like 20% of women have been sexually assaulted and no one pretends like THAT'S rare!? Ugh. Dumb. Anyway. I digress.) Mitsuki is pissed/disappointed/resentful that Katsuki is quirkless AND that his soulmate is quirkless. So she like throws herself into finding a way to make someone NOT quirkless. Masaru really doesn't agree so Mitsuki just takes Katsuki and leaves to continue her insane search for a witch doctor.

The LOV functions a little differently than in canon, namely that the Dr is willing to be paid to experiment on people who contact him so he can better his ability to produce nomu/soldiers for AFO. Anyway Mitsuki finds him and pays him obscene amounts of money to experiment on Katsuki to get him a quirk. After numerous surgeries, drug therapies, and lots of fuckery, he finally gets Explosion when he's like 7. He basically grows up in this facility. Sometimes being taken there for just one procedure, sometimes being dropped off for a few days.

Obviously his body isn't built for Explosion so he ends up rupturing his eardrums and having to get implants to hear. His bones aren't built to withstand the recoil, his soft tissue isn't either. So he ends up with all sorts of metal mesh and crap wrapped around his bones and shit to hold them together when they inevitably fracture due to the strain. He gets nose bleeds and migraines when he uses his quirk for too long or goes too hard. And he's got early onset arthritis from all the damage that's been done testing/training the Explosion and from the surgeries. Literally looks like he's been used to teach how to do disections. Not to mention that all the drugs and shit they used to help his body acclimate to the quirk have messed up his stomach and intestines so he's gotta eat a pretty bland diet otherwise his body struggles with it.

Just has severe chronic pain but he just deals because he's literally never known anything else and also he's never been taught how to do anything other than schoolwork and fighting. He has no hobbies. No interests except medical knowledge because he wants to understand what they're doing to him and he can't do shit with that because his hands are all fucked up. Writing is hard enough, imagine having to try and give someone an injection or literally anything else.

So cut forward several years. Izuku gets OFA and they both get into UA. Katsuki's first reaction is "that fucker LIED to me!" Which fades pretty quickly cause they were like 4-5. If Izuku really did lie to him then it was probably just a little kid trying to make his friend and soulmate feel better. Not some malicious gag. So he doesn't say anything. Izuku is overjoyed to see Kacchan and that Kacchan has a quirk. They both talk to each other about their quirks a little before class and Izuku is just extremely awkward about it.

Then the fitness tests happen and Izuku breaks his fucking finger using his quirk and Katsuki's like "OMG INKO DID THIS SHIT TO YOU TOO" and he's pissed. Just so unbelievably pissed. Angry beyond belief that someone would do that to Izuku. The kindest human on the planet (from what he remembered) and his soulmate. But he doesn't do anything right then. He hardly knows Izuku anymore and he can't prove shit.

So they get closer as they go through the first semester of UA and Katsuki just straight up refuses to meet Izuku at Izuku's house because he doesn't want to see Inko. They always meet at a cafe, or a park, or something. Katsuki also starts helping Izuku practice his quirk because the dumbass clearly has 0 control over it and that's just gotta change.

Eventually Izuku gets Katsuki to come over to his house and Katsuki's just being a complete dick to Inko who is just so confused and a bit hurt/offended? Like wtf Katsuki? And it eventually culminates in Katsuki chewing her out over acting like she cares when she clearly doesn't because she obviously paid to have Izuku tortured just because she couldn't stand for her son to be quirkless. And he also lectures Izuku about "why the fuck are you defending her?! She hurt you!"

And Inko and Izuku are both like... "Katsuki? Is there something you want to tell us?"

And Izuku ends up having to tell Katsuki and Inko about OFA and All Might and they convince Katsuki to tell them about all the shit that happened to him.

Bonus points if Aizawa restricts Katsuki from using his quirk fully during training until he's build up more stamina/endurance because he's ALSO hurting himself since he keeps getting nose bleeds during training. Then when Aizawa insists that Katsuki go get checked out by Recovery Girl and Katsuki blatantly refuses, Aizawa suspends him, gets hella chewed out by Mitsuki, and becomes suspicious that something's going on because Mitsuki just keeps insisting that Katsuki's been cleared by their personal doctor. Nedzu gets involved, they find out about the whole human experimentation thing and Nedzu absolutely goes to town, just so fucking triggered and angry. They raid the facility, get it shut down, get custody of Katsuki, and Recovery Girl starts fixing some of the shit they did to him. Would be adorable if Inko ended up with custody but I have way to many Dadzawa feels for that 😆

#fic ideas #fic idea 1 #bkdk #mha #au #my ideas #angst #hurt comfort #cause Izuku and Aizawa and All Might and Inko would fix it #because this also has great potential for Dad Might feels #but IMAGINE erasermic ending up with a very grumpy Katsuki who's got severe chronic pain #and struggles not to be utterly pissed about everything because it all hurts so bad all the time #baku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku

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rfaromance · 2 years

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Could you do an MC who had a bone marrow transplant? I had a bone marrow transplant last year and it would be very comforting imagining the RFA members being there. Thank you! :)

Hello! Quick note from mod here saying I hope all went well and you're feeling alright now! 🥺 The RFA has a way of making the scariest days feel much better, when you think about them loving you across time and space.

I'll put this below the cut in case anyone needs a TW for medical procedures & hospitals!

Yoosung is surprisingly proactive and involved. He wants to learn as much as he can about the procedure, including post-surgical care, because he wants to ensure that his beloved MC is safe and sound! He went to university with the mindset of becoming a veterinarian, but he doesn't know as much about human health (and he hasn't exactly been going to classes). But he knows the pain of losing someone dear to him, and he's going to do everything in his power to take care of MC. He can't be in the room during the procedure, but as soon as he gets the all clear? He's coming in with games to play, with a pillow to rest on, with a home-cooked meal that he researched to try and make something safe! He's going to be like a puppy dog protecting his person.

Zen doesn't always understand the gravamen of serious medical procedures, because he recovers like a monster. But he knows MC needs his support, and he's going to do his best to be supportive. He's like a mother hen when he's worried, doting and nagging and very protective. He's asking every 10 minutes if MC is okay. He's accompanying MC for any and all subsequent transfusions. He doesn't go more than an hour without telling MC "You're so beautiful, so wonderful, so precious to me. If I'm God's mistake, you're God's blessing." Perhaps a little overbearing, but he means well!

Jaehee can and will fight Jumin to adjust her hours so she can devote time to visiting MC. She's also the type to dote on someone who needs care, and she'll probably bring work to the hospital with her, but staying in the same room as MC for company. She'll bring Zen DVDs, too, insisting that his acting can heal one's spirit while the doctors take care of MC's body. She's also going to be proactive in bringing fluids, medicines, and healthy food. She's not accustomed to having friends, and she's not going to slack off when it comes to tending to someone dear to her.

Jumin is keeping all possible tabs on MC. Ideally, he'd want MC in a hospital owned by C&R so that he can access the doctors and know schedules more easily. But he's going to make personal appearances too. He's not the best at comfort, but he has a silent and comforting presence. Something about him just sitting beside MC, even if he's just giving books to occupy their time or brainstorming ideas for another cat-related endeavor that will probably make Jaehee cry, is reassuring. He's the rock of the RFA, the one who keeps calm and provides stability when nobody else can. He doesn't break down until he knows everyone else is accounted for. So if his brows seem furrowed as he's with MC, they should feel safe enough to hold his hand. He needs it. "Don't worry. I want to hear more. Tell me about the security cats." At least he's keeping the doctors accountable and making sure MC's follow-up appointments are at the best possible times.

707 is the one who's going to be joking his way through his anxiety. He's going to make awful puns, hoping to get MC to crack a smile. "You know, this situation is almost humerus! Haha, I'm just ribbing you." But he's definitely sticking cameras in that room. Tiny ones. He's keeping all possible tabs on that room as he can. He knows being out and about in public is risky, but he'd risk it all for MC. Don't be surprised if he brings a little robot for company, too. Think of Meowy, but with a stethoscope. He's a cat guy, but if MC prefers a different animal? Dr. Dalmatian. Nurse Narwhal. Michael Moose, MD. There to check MC's pulse and blood sugar and all the works.

#Rfa #Headcanon #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #tw medical

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sapphires-and-silver-linings · 2 years

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Madness is the Color Green | Chapter Six: Evergreen

If you thought you were scared before, the terror that grips you now makes you want to peel the skin off your bones, as if it’s crawling around inside of your flesh.

Pairing: Dark!Loki/F!Reader, Thor/F!Reader

Tags: Angst, Blood, Minor Character Death

Notes: I know it's been a WHILE since I've uploaded. School had me by the throat, and not in the sexy way. I got a summer to try and pop out more chapters, and I will definitely try lol. This chapter really sets the future mood of the fic, so be warned. Also, this was originally going to be one massive chapter, but I decided to break it into two parts instead, so keep your eye out for chapter seven relatively soon. And if you dislike the reader, it is definitely on purpose lol. I wanted to see if I could write someone who is naïve, annoying, but can still be sympathetic. Only time will tell if I get that across well enough. As always, please comment, as it helps me know what the people want!

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Daniel Brady has been working for Stark Industries for nearly ten years now. Mr. Stark was probably the best boss he’s ever had, and the most compassionate.

He helped Daniel and his family relocate when their apartment building was leveled during the destruction of New York. He offered to finance tuition costs for their now 8-year-old son, Spencer, to go to a private school. He covered all of their hospital bills when Daniel’s wife, Mara, got sick. And when Mara couldn’t hang on anymore, he even paid for her funeral.

Daniel owes so much to Mr. Stark, and that’s why it hurt knowing what he was about to do. What he had to do.

As Daniel makes the long journey to the basement holding cells, he grips the item in his fist tightly.

He didn’t fully trust Loki. He was a snake in the grass, and Daniel knew his fair share of snakes. But Loki had magic. Magic that no one fully knew the extent of. Not even Thor. And he had promised Daniel that he would give him the one thing he wanted, more than anything in the world, if he did this one last thing.

“So you’re married, then.” Said Loki, the first day of his imprisonment.

Daniel’s eyes shot up from his crouched position, his left hand holding up the hatch at the bottom of the cell bars, sliding the god’s lunch tray through the small opening. He glanced at the ring adorning his finger and he sighed, trying not to betray all the pain and anger that still resided just under his skin, before closing the hatch and standing up.

He wasn’t supposed to talk to the prisoner, that much was clear from the briefing he and the guards all had to endure when Loki first arrived. But he couldn’t stop the words from leaving his mouth, annoyance in his voice, “That’s none of your business.”

“Ah, so not anymore. Dead, I assume?” The man inferred, his head cocked to the side, as if his question was an innocent curiosity and not something that made Daniel’s body tense with barely concealed rage.

“What you won’t fucking do is talk about my marriage, are we understood? You have no magic, no weapons. If I wanted to open this door and beat you within an inch of your life, no one would stop me.” To make his point, he raised his electrified baton threateningly.

Loki threw up his hands in mock defeat, “Forgive me for crossing a line. You can imagine how boring it can get in here. All alone. Nothing to do, no one to talk to.”

“Well get used to it, buddy. You’ll never see the outside of a cell again, after what you’ve done.”

Loki merely offered a small smile, a knowing, mirthful gleam in his cold eyes. Daniel was unnerved as he turned on his heels and left.

That interaction should have been the end of it, but somewhere along the line, he and Loki settled into an almost friendly acquaintanceship, Loki talking to him and asking him questions about himself and his life every time it was Daniel’s turn to feed the imprisoned Asgardian.

He even offered up his own life story, expressing his grief over the death of his mother; how it was his fault. How they had something in common. The next day, Daniel opened up to him about Mara, showing him the picture of her he kept in his wallet. A moment frozen in time when her brown eyes still shone bright, wearing that white sundress Daniel loved so much, with long black hair cascading down her back and tiny feet bare on the grass of their backyard. When she was still alive and healthy.

He knew it was stupid of him to get this close, considering it was one of the most emphasized rules of his superiors to avoid any and all conversation with the villainous god. But Daniel saw no harm in it, especially when Thor and you, the assistant girl, started showing up.

He came into the cells after one of your “appointments” and Loki surprised him when he so boldly asked for a favor. He wanted him to scrub the security footage in the cells after your every visit.

Daniel knew the guards that were supposed to watch the security cameras. It was rare that they actually did their jobs, thinking it was more important to dawdle on their phones instead. He wasn’t all that shocked you hadn't been caught yet, but your visits were becoming quite frequent. It was only a matter of time before even those idiots would notice.

Of course, Daniel immediately declined, telling the god he would be fired if he were caught, and asking why he would want to do that in the first place.

“She and I…” Loki paused, looking for the words, “are close. I worry her career is on the line if she keeps visiting me.”

“And so would mine! What would be in it for me?”

There was a strange look that overtook Loki’s face, but it was so quickly replaced by a gentle grin that Daniel didn’t have the time to decipher what it could’ve been, “There is something I can do for you, but you will have to trust me. Trust me… and do as I say.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“I can reunite you with your wife.”

Daniel had backed away, accidentally dumping the tray of food in his hands onto the concrete floor. He cursed under his breath and narrowed his eyes at the man behind the bars in front of him, “You’re bullshitting me.”

“You are the closest thing I have to a friend in this hell. I want to give you what you want, but you have to help me first. I swear on my mother’s grave, you will see your wife again.”

Daniel knew he was serious. Loki would never disgrace his mother in such a way. But something about this didn’t make sense.

“If you can really do that, then how come you’ve never tried to see your mother?”

Loki smiled wistfully, “When I have my magic, I do see her.”

Mouth ajar, Daniel could only stare in disbelief. Loki’s expression was open. He only ever looked like that talking about the woman who raised him. Still, a small, niggling doubt sat at the back of his brain.

Taking a deep breath, Daniel knew what he had to do, pushing any uncertainty aside.

“I’m in.”

Daniel stands, his form stiff from the anxiety coursing through him, in front of Loki’s cell. He had already done every single thing the god had asked, despite the horrible feelings of guilt that possess him. He was careful to cover his tracks so that it was unlikely anyone would suspect him of wrongdoing- like disabling the cell block cameras and looping several hours worth of old footage instead, as well as deleting any recordings of his exploits- but this betrayal would haunt him for the rest of his life.

It’s all worth it to see Mara, He keeps telling himself.

To imagine laying his eyes on her again, feeling her warm skin under his fingers. To imagine bringing home the mother his son so desperately missed. To imagine making his family and his life whole again.

It’s all worth it.

“You have what I want?” Loki demands tersely.

Daniel nods, unlocking the cell and freeing the now impatient god. He was really doing this. He was really about to release the person who destroyed the city he loved, the apartment he had to abandon with all of his belongings in it just to run off upstate and start all over again. He had neighbors who perished in the debris. He and his family could have died then and there if they hadn't been on the other side of town at the right moment. But they didn't.

“Hand it over.”

Daniel hesitates, his fist tightening, “I’ll really get to see Mara?”

Loki exhales, clearly trying to dissipate his annoyance, before answering, “Yes.”

The guard straightens, making his final decision, and holds his hand up between them, unfurling his fingers. There inside his palm is an odd-looking silver key, the blade jutting out horizontally from the shoulder instead of the usual linear direction, its teeth protruding along both sides.

Loki snatches it from him quickly, putting it up to the collar that has been muzzling his powers for the past couple of months, and slotting the puzzle piece-esque key into its lock. He takes the device from his throat, looking pleased, and it vanishes from his hands with a shimmer of green energy.

He rubs the skin of his now bare neck, before focusing his gaze back on Daniel, “And what about the thumb drive?”

The guard goes to fish it out of his shirt pocket, but Loki interrupts him, “No need to give it to me. You can keep it.”

Daniel swallows thickly, “Right. So… what now?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Wh- what?! Why?”

“If you wish to see your wife, you will do as you’re told.”

Loki’s tone is grave and so Daniel concedes, taking a deep, calming breath, “I’m ready.”

There is a moment of silence between them, as if Loki is contemplating whether to go through with this or not. But then Daniel hears a whoosh in front of him. Even through the darkness of his closed eyelids, he can see a crackle of green light. There’s another beat of silence, and he’s about to ask what’s going on, when he feels a small hand gently grasp his shoulder.

His body seizes up against his will, his heart leaping into his throat. No, he can’t open his eyes yet. It’s all too much. Everything was riding on this moment, and yet he wasn’t ready. Would he ever be?

“Daniel?”

The sound of her voice pulls the air from his lungs and his eyes finally snap open.

There she was, as if she had stepped right out of that photograph he kept folded in his pocket. Her eyes were warm, just like he remembered, and her smile wide and inviting. She was wearing that white dress he loved so much, her feet bare on the cold concrete floor.

He couldn’t speak, could barely even breathe. All he could do was stare at her, scanning every detail. It was really her, right in front of him. Every freckle that speckled her rosy cheeks was perfectly in place. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

She giggles- the sound like the melody of a song he had suddenly recalled after years of forgetting- and brings her small, delicate fingers up to his face. Her skin is cold as death, but he doesn’t care. He can feel her, and that’s all that matters.

Eyes filling with tears, he wraps his arms tightly around her waist, burying his face into her shoulder and weeping, “You’ll never understand how much I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She whispers, stroking the back of his head gently.

“I can’t wait for you to see Spencer. He’s gotten so big since…” He pulls back, unable to utter the words. Since you died.

He looks away from her, suddenly aware of where they are, realizing with muted unease that Loki is nowhere to be seen. If they were smart, they would leave too.

“We need to get out of here, Mara, before someone gets suspicious. I’ll tell you everything on the way home, I promise.” He grabs her hand and turns, trying to pull her along with him. But she won’t budge.

He turns to face her, to urge her on, when he sees the dagger in her hand, confusion written across his face. Where did it even come from?

“Mara?”

“You got what you wanted, Daniel.” She says simply, watching the blade of the dagger as she twists it in her grip.

“What?” He drops her hand, but remains frozen in place, that doubt he’s been pushing down now flooding his mind. Something’s wrong.

“I said,” she begins, looking him in the eye, all warmth gone, “you got what you wanted.”

He swallows like his throat is full of tar, “I don’t- I don’t understand.”

She smiles at him, all teeth, and he’s reminded of some snarling animal about to strike. She raises her free hand and touches his face again, but this time it isn’t comforting. Her skin is so cold. So cold it was almost inhuman. Cold as death.

“It’s okay, my love.” She replies, kissing him chastely on the lips. Despite still feeling on edge, he closes his eyes, giving in to the softness of her corpse-cool lips. Before he could even react, the hand that brandished the dagger flew forward, embedding the blade into the side of his neck, “You will now.”

His eyes are wide as the excruciating pain sears through him, feeling the gush of hot blood begin to pour down his throat. He croaks out a barely audible, “Why..?”

Mara leans in, hand still wrapped firmly around the hilt, her once brown gaze now a vibrant, venomous green. When she speaks, her voice is deep and velvety and wholly not her own, “I told you I’d reunite you with your wife.”

With that, she rips the blade from his skin, the blood from his severed arteries spurting out of him like a fountain stream. Daniel falls to his knees, his hands scrambling to cover the wound as he chokes and sputters, unable to breathe with the hole now in his windpipe.

Mara just stands there and witnesses him struggle, her pretty white dress now drenched in dark, dark red. Eventually, Daniel falls forward, reaching out for her desperately, the thumb drive flying out of his shirt pocket and sliding across the now wet, sticky floor. She backs away to avoid his touch and turns to leave without another word.

He watches her go, her bloody, bare legs morphing into the tactical pants and combat boots that Daniel himself was wearing. It would be hours before they would find his body. Hours that Loki has to escape without arousing suspicion.

As his eyes glaze over, he can only think one thing:

Spencer…

~~~

It had been over a month since you had seen Loki, and your anxiety concerning his threat to “always take what’s his” has started to finally ebb. There had been a meeting the day before, the Avengers all agreeing that it was about time to transfer Loki to the dungeons of Asgard, where he would spend the remainder of his long, long life.

You almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

But more importantly, you were relieved he would be leaving. Well… mostly relieved. A part of you, one that shrinks a bit with each passing day, misses your secret visits. You hate yourself for even thinking something so stupid, but you would be lying if you denied those thoughts.

At least I still have Thor, you muse as you make your way down the hall, about to grab an evening snack from the nearby vending machine.

As if your thoughts willed it, the God of Thunder himself comes walking briskly around the corner, the two of you nearly crashing into each other.

“Little one!” He greets jovially, “You are just the person I wished to see.”

“Hi, Thor! Did you need something?” You laugh.

“Indeed. It’s…” he pauses and looks around before leaning down towards you to whisper, “about my brother.”

Shocked he even brought it up, your high mood suddenly drops, “What about him?”

“As you know, he is leaving for Asgard tomorrow.”

“I’m well aware.”

“I thought perhaps you would like to say goodbye to him, since the two of you have become such good friends.” He smiles warmly down at you and you feel like ripping out your hair.

“He and I are… no longer on good terms, I’m afraid.” You reply, hoping he would leave it at that. Christ, you were this close to having that evil bastard out of your life for good.

“What happened?” Thor didn’t seem all that surprised. You couldn’t blame him. He knew his brother was very good at ruining his relationships.

“I don’t really want to get into details, but let’s just say he insulted me and leave it at that.” It wasn't a lie. He had insulted you that day. You admonish yourself for not leaving then and there, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.

Thor sighs, “I am sorry to hear that, but I still think you should bid him farewell. I doubt you will ever get another chance to make amends. I’m sure despite his… attitude… he would appreciate the gesture.”

“I don’t know…” You start, realizing that this really was the last you’d ever get to see of Loki. Somewhere deep down, you felt a pang of sadness.

“I will not force it, little one, that is up for you to decide. Just know you have until noon tomorrow to make your peace with him, if you so desire.” Thor gently grips your shoulder, the touch comforting.

He then strides off after a warm goodbye, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Could you “make amends” with Loki? He would probably laugh in your face if you tried. However, if you visit under the pretense of gloating that he’ll be carted off tomorrow, you might feel better about the whole thing. You suppose the worst that could happen is that he would just try to scare you again. But once he was gone, it wouldn’t even matter.

You sigh to yourself and roll your eyes, Fine. I’ll go see him.

You make your way slowly to the sub-basement for the last time, a nervous knot twisting in your stomach. You didn’t even know what to say to him after your last visit. You were still deeply unsettled by his words, but what could he even do? He could only hurt you if you got close enough. You would be smart this time and stay far away from his reach.

But what if he was apologetic? What if Thor was right and he actually would appreciate you coming to see him for a final farewell. Maybe you’d even get that kiss you wanted so desperately before things fell apart. How bittersweet that would be, only getting to kiss him right before he leaves forever.

Don’t get your hopes up, you tell yourself, See how well that went for you last time.

Before you knew it, you were in front of the cell entrance once more, a different guard than the one you usually see standing outside. Oh right, you think, It’s almost ten at night. He must have gone home.

You gear up, ready to give your usual performance, but simply telling the guard you have a message to deliver grants you immediate access. It surprises you a bit, but you figure it’s been long enough since Loki first got here that they’ve become lax. Even more so knowing he’ll be gone soon.

Upon entering the cell block, you keep your eyes on your feet, your mind racing with thoughts about how this final meeting could go. You near his cell when you halt immediately, the sight of a dark red puddle on the floor making your eyes snap upwards.

You gasp as you look at the corpse on the floor, your face blanching. It was the guard you were just thinking about. You don’t understand how this could be happening as you take in the sight before you.

He’s lying diagonally across the floor in a large puddle of his own blood, which was already congealed. You were no expert, but he must have been here for a while. One arm is splayed out towards where you were standing, the other bent underneath him. His cheek was pressed to the ground, his eyes wide open and so incredibly dull.

You didn’t start feeling sick until you saw the gaping wound in his neck and the smell of copper hit your nose all at once. You fight the urge to gag and fall against the wall, putting some distance between you and the body.

After a moment of hyperventilating and wondering what you should even do, you suddenly remember why you came here in the first place, gaze shooting towards Loki’s cell.

Your heart drops to your gut, the cell door open and the god in question nowhere to be found.

He did this?

If you thought you were scared before, the terror that grips you now makes you want to peel the skin off your bones, as if it’s crawling around inside of your flesh.

And as you turn your gaze back to the corpse before you, your nails digging so hard into your arms they start to puncture, you barely notice the bloodcurdling scream that rips from your throat.

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The Devil’s own.

Jungkook x OC

Mafia Au!

Warnings : Non-Con ! Manipulation, Degradation, Shitty hero with no redeeming Qualities you have been warned. ( i mean he does get better but not much.)

Summary : Just Mob Boss Jungkook doing mob boss things.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there , staring at the ceiling and trying to come to terms with what had just happened. It was revolting. It was nauseating. It made me want to claw my own skin off. I stared at the intricate designs , carved into the ceiling, the panels that reflected life and made the room seem bigger than it was. The scent of jasmine and rosemary clung to the sheets and the drapes in the room, cloyingly sweet and meant to arouse the occupants.

I wondered how I’d got here.

I had memories of satin silk sheets and bright lights. My father had always spoiled me, the best of the best only for his only daughter and I’d indulged in luxury to my heart’s content. More shoes than I could possibly wear in a life time. Every season’s collection, straight into my wardrobe whether I asked for it or not. Diamonds and rubies and emeralds set in platinum and gold , jewelry to match my clothes and even my car if I felt like it.

I shut my eyes in despair. I didn’t miss the luxury as much as I missed the solitude. The option to just not do anything. My father hadn’t cared enough to see what I was upto and everyone knew that I was betrothed to Jungkook.

And that meant no dates or party invites because after the third guy got his arm in a sling after accidentally brushing past me , word kind of spread. Stay away from Elena Gong or the Jeon kid will break your bones.

I shuddered. It had been an obsession, I thought vacantly.

Jungkook had been obsessed, even back then. I just hadn’t paid much heed to him. Because Jungkook back then had been terrifying but also ridiculously endearing in some way. He had seemed for lack of a better word…..insignificant. I was beautiful and rich, never lacked for attention and he was just one among the dozens. Even if I was betrothed to him, I hadn’t given much thought to him.

And Jungkook had taken my indifference in stride. He’d laughed and played around and I hated to admit it, treated me like a queen. Flowers, chocolates and gifts every other day . He would follow me around like a puppy , and I wondered if perhaps my dismissive attitude towards him back then had been a mistake. Did it push him over the edge?

My heart ached fiercely and when I finally willed myself to move, my body protested.

Every inch of me was sore and aching. My head because of how hard he’d gripped my hair. I sat up on shaky legs, fingers trembling as I pulled my shit up to stare at my body. Bite marks littered my skin, marring the smooth surface and I felt bile in my throat at the memory of his teeth on me. Finger shaped bruises were beginning to bloom around my thighs and I couldn’t breathe over the agony ripping up my insides.

I glanced down between my thighs, at the sticky mess of his release dripping down into the sheets, staining the sheets a murky pink. I shuddered, disgusted. God, I hated him. Where was my phone? My clothes were still there at the foot of the bed and I noticed the small door on the right wall. Crawling off the bed on shaky legs , I limped carefully to the bathroom.

I took Hoseok’s shirt off dropping it in the corner before turning the showers on.

The water felt like a whip on my skin as I sat on the tiled bathroom floor , a small washcloth gripped tight in my hand as I carefully cleaned myself up. I had no idea what the time was… It must be very early or very late. No matter. I had to get out of here and get to Jisoo. I swallowed, imagining her alone all this time. The doctors had said she would be up in Guilt churned as I quickly grabbed a towel from the closet and wiped myself down.

It took me another ten minutes to finish dressing up and just as I finished slipping into my shoes, the door opened. I glanced up, catching sight of Hoseok as he leaned against the door. He looked a little haggard, a black silk shirt unbuttoned to his chest and tucked into fitted jeans. I stared at him, watching the way his gaze roved over every inch of exposed skin, looking just a tad bit worried.

“The Hospital called. “ He said gently, “ They’re ready to release you sister. They want to know if you can come pick her up. The baby’s going to have to stay in the NICU for a couple of weeks.”

I groaned. Great. More bills.

“I need a job. “ I said miserably. “ Help me out.” I stared at him beseechingly and Hoseok gave me a look.

“you know the kind of jobs I provide. You’re not built for it. “ He said shortly and I shook my head, impatient.

“that’s not what I meant and you know it. You and your friends pretty much own every club in the city. Get me a job ….” I whispered, moving to stand in front of him and he recoiled.

Just as always, I thought bitterly. Coward.

As much as a coward now as he’d been ten years ago, when he’d pretended that he didn’t have any feelings for me. Pretended that he didn’t give a damn about me.

The throb in my skull grew in intensity.

My throat was dry and I felt my vision swim a bit. I was tired. Exhausted . I hadn’t slept in….how long really? I hadn’t eaten in a day…for sure… And I likely wasn’t going to be eating for a long while, let alone feeding Jisoo if I didn’t get a job right away. I had twelve thousand won to my name and that was it.

“Jungkook-“ He began but I was sick of his name so I growled.

“Fuck, do you want me to beg Hoseok? I will… I can’t … I need a job… Please.” I said desperately, staring at him and his gaze softened.

“Elena, stop looking at me like that, fuck.” He swore, turning and punching the wall hard. “ fuck.”

“Just help me get a job. I’m not asking you to give me money or something. You don’t even have to get it for me… Just tell me who’s hiring ? Somewhere away from Jungkook and his men.” I whispered , and the sheer irony of it didn’t escape me. Jung Hoseok was possibly one of Jungkook’s main men.

He ran his hand over his forehead, shaking his head.

“You’re going to get me killed someday.” He muttered, “ Fine. There’s a club down in Itaewon. It caters to cops and lawyers exclusively so Jungkook and his men usually keep out of it. My friend owns the place. His name is Im Jaebum. I’ll get you a job there , waitressing. Is that alright?” He said softly and I wanted to sob in relief as I nodded. Itaewon meant pretty close to where the bakery was. I could take the bus.

“Fine. I’ll talk to him and call you. Here…” He held out a wad of cash and I took it greedily, eyes widening at the 100,000 written on the margin of each note. This was a lot of money.

“Hoseok…”I said stunned and he shrugged. “ Get food and baby stuff for Jisoo. If she’s going to feed the baby she needs to eat well. Fruits and veggies and lot of protein. If you run out, tell Jaebum you need some advance. He’ll pay you well.”

I nodded, stuffing the money into my pockets quickly . I swallowed when my insides throbbed, aching something fierce.

“Thank you.” I said softly, staring up at him and he hesitated, before reaching out and gently cupping my face in his palm. I flinched at his touch and he recoiled.

“Was he… Did he hurt you?” He whispered quietly and I smiled bitterly.

“Wasn’t that the whole point?” I sighed, shaking my head . I hesitated . I wasn’t sure if Hoseok would listen to me but I had to try at least.

“ Can you not tell him? That… That I was a virgin?” I asked quietly and he nodded.

“Wasn’t planning to.” He said casually.

I stared at him. I’d always found him handsome. Beautiful. Perfect . And I wondered where we had gone so wrong.

“Do you regret it.” I whispered. “ All those choices you made.”

“Which ones? …” he asked bitterly.

“you know… “ I snapped. “ the ones that lead us here. You and me…. Standing here like strangers. “

“I wouldn’t risk my life for a stranger. Which is what I’m doing every time I help you .” He said quietly.

“So what are we then?” I demanded.

“Old friends” He said casually.

I snorted.

“Fucking coward.” I whispered , loud enough for him to hear as I brushed past him and walked away.

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I trudged all the way to the VIP room in the hospital flinching because that was probably a lot of money to be repaid , now owed directly to the devil spawn that was Jeon. I had grabbed a small meal on the way before quickly getting the bus to the Hospital. It was little past eleven in the morning and the hallways were packed with people. Sighing, I moved to the room where Jisoo was, slowly opening the door.

Min Yoongi sat on the chair next to the bed, gazing idly at my sister in law.

To say that I was shocked would be the biggest understatement of the century. My lips parted in shock, panic bubbling up inside me as I exhaled sharply.

“What-“ I swallowed gazing between him and my Jisoo, who was sitting up against the backrest on the bed, a tray of food on her lap and a small smile on her face.

“Lena!! You’re here!” She cried out softly, tears filling her eyes at once as she held both her hands up. I moved to hug her but my mind stayed on the man near the bed, his sultry feline eyes trained unblinkingly on her. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to get my breathing to regulate but it was impossible.

What on earth was Yoongi doing here?

“Mr. Min came to see me. He told me he knew Daehwan.” Jisoo said softly, looking sad but hopeful and I felt my heart turn over as I turned to stare at him.

Min Yoongi knew Daehwan as a target . A hit he had carried out himself.

But I couldn’t say a thing. Not in front of Jisoo.

“I’m only here to offer my help. It pains me to see you suffering, Jisoo. I know your husband would want you to be taken care of.” He said softly, his gaze still fixed on her and I didn’t like it. At all.

Bile rising, I gave him a glare.

“I’ll take care of her. Please don’t trouble yourself.” I said shakily and he glanced at me, lips parting a bit, turning into a smirk.

“You look… well rested.” He smirked and I flushed.

“Lena, come on… I know all this…this must be expensive. We can use all the help we can get and Mr. Min-“

“Please call me Yoongi, sweetheart.” Yoongi said charmingly and my sister in law blushed. I felt my skin crawl.

“Y-Yoongi said he has a spare room. I can’t stay in the bakery. And it’s not like he’s a murderer or anything. He showed me his card. He’s a lawyer.” She said softly and I sighed in despair. Jisoo was naïve bordering on stupid and I wasn’t equipped to deal with this.

As I watched she went back to the food, eating ravenously and I felt my heart clench. I could see the twin damp spots at her chest and I noticed the breast pump on the table. It looked brand new. I hadn’t even thought about things she may need after the baby, too preoccupied with all the hospital bills and medicines I would have to pay for.

Diapers. Baby wipes. Those little flannel pieces mothers used to wipe down the baby. I felt my head spin, turning to Yoongi who was staring at me casually.

“Can we talk?” I said quietly and he straightened.

“Jisoo ssi… Please enjoy your meal. And here…” He gave her his phone. “ If you’re done, just give me a buzz on this.” He showed her something on the phone .” Go on try it.”

Jisoo pressed down on the screen curiously and Yoongi’s watch rang .

He grinned as she smiled.

“See? One touch and I’ll be here yeah?” He said softly, and I felt like I was stuck in some kind of drama, glancing between the pair of them.

“Are you leaving?” She asked curiously and he shook his head.

“I’ll be right here, outside. Having a word with Elena. You can finish your food and I’m guessing it’s time for you to pump again? The pediatrician said you’d have to pump every two hours with the milk so… if you get it ready, I’ll drop it off at the NICU.” He said calmly.

Jisoo nodded, staring at him with wide eyed gratefulness and I sighed in despair.

Yoongi moved to the door and I gave her a small smile before following him.

I waited till the door had closed behind me before turning to him, furious.

“What do you think you’re-“

“I want her.” He said shortly.

I felt my jaw come unhinged.

“No.” I hissed, furious and helpless with rage. “ Yoongi-“

“Don’t make me put a bullet in your head for this, Elena.” He said calmly and I exhaled shakily.

“She’s… You know she’s not like us. She doesn’t know anything about this life. As far as she knows my brother was a surgeon who got killed in a hit and run. You want to …. What do you really want? Did Jungkook put you upto this?”

“If Jungkook would have his way, your sister in law and your new nephew would both be dead. You know this.” Yoongi said casually. God, could I ever have a conversation with anyone without Jungkook being dragged into it? When did my life get twined so intimately with him?

“Where is he?” I asked quickly and Yoongi shrugged.

“He’s out of the country. He left an hour ago.”

“Switzerland….” I said before thinking and Yoongi stiffened.

“How did you know?” He demanded and I froze.

“I… I overheard …..someone.” I muttered and Yoongi moved so fast I barely caught it. The next second I was pressed up against the wall, his forearm pressing into my throat and holding me down while he held a knife right against my jugular.

“Nice try. Now the truth.” He hissed.

“Ouch..” I choked out , coughing a bit. “ Fine.. Hoseok.. Hoseok told me.”

Yoongi pulled back.

“You fukcing him?” He asked casually and I glared at him.

“none of your business.” I snapped.

He laughed at that.

“I know you aren’t. Hoseok loves his dick too much to risk having it castrated.”

I sighed, shaking my head. I wasn’t here to talk about these bastards.

“Just leave Jisoo alone.” I said quietly and Yoongi sighed.

“What are you going to do with her, Elena. You can barely afford to feed yourself. You should be thankful I’m taking her off your hands.”

I ignored his nonsense and moved till I was pressed up against him, fingers curling into his chest. Yoongi looked surprised, lips twisting in displeasure when I blinked up at him.

“please.. Yoongi…” I begged, “ Don’t do this to me.” I said quietly. “ I … she’s all I have… She… My brother had nothing to do with any of this. You know that….He left this life decades ago. I don’t… I don’t know why Jungkook wanted him dead in the first place. I loved my brother and my brother loved his wife. I owe it to him … Please…just…Please leave her alone.” I whispered softly, letting my fingers drop to grip his arm.

He tugged his arm away at once.

“ She needs more than empty platitudes and good intentions. She needs food and a place to stay with her baby. I’m giving her that.”

“And what do you get in return?” I demanded angrily. “ She just gave birth, fuck you. You can’t touch her , not unless you’ve lost the last shreds of humanity in that conscience of yours.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not doing this for sex, Elena. If I wanted easy pussy, I would have come to you…” He smirked. “ Don’t forget that Jungkook and I share our toys, yeah?”

I opened my mouth to retort before remembering that I was trying to get him to listen to him.

“Then why? What do you want…tell me?”

“I told you. I want her. As she is.” Yoongi shrugged.

“You killed her husband.” I said , voice shaking as I remembered what Jungkook had said. About my brother begging for his life because Jisoo was pregnant. And how Yoongi hadn’t given a shit and shot him anyway.

“A minor inconvenience. Trust me if I’d seen her before I killed him…” He sighed, shaking his head in regret and I frowned.

“You would have spared him? “ I asked bitterly and Yoongi laughed.

“No.. I would have killed him sooner.” He smirked. “ Is there a point to this whole conversation… I’m getting bored and Jisoo’s waiting inside.”

“We’re supposed to get her out of the hospital today and-“

“I’m taking her home.” He said briskly. “ I’ve already spoken to her. And She’s agreed that a ramshackle , dilapidated bakery isn’t the right place for a new mother and a tiny baby.”

And the worst part was that I couldn’t even disagree.

And I couldn’t help but feel angry, betrayed. Jisoo was…. How could she? She hadn’t even bothered to talk to me about it… Just agreeing to move in with Yoongi. She was older than me. Supposed to be the smart one. My body ached. If that was the bed she was going to make , she could lie on it.

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“Going somewhere?” Jungkook’s voice made me freeze.

I swallowed, straightening and stepping back almost instinctively. He stood in the doorway, a cigarette held between his teeth as he stared at me . He looked like he’d showered as well, hair still damp and the smells of citrus and mint permeating the air around him.

It was exactly ten days since I’d last seen him and I’d settled into a routine of sorts. Im Jaebum’s bar, Venom was an exclusive club in Itaewon and I could easily disappear into the shadows, staying low and using the beret ( a part of the uniform ) to keep my face hidden as I served the patrons. Like Hoseok had said, the place was filled with cops and lawyers. Yoongi was a frequent fixture here , stopping for just a drink on most days before heading home to my sister in law.

It made me sick but there was nothing I could do about it. Jisoo and little baby Yunsu were both home and needed a l,ot of care. And Yoongi apparently had a cook, a housekeeper and a nanny who helped her out. Jisoo was wary, her senses finally returning but she was also clearly glad to be out of the streets.

“I’m going home after I finish my shift. “ I said softly, trying not to stare as he stepped into the room. I turned away from him moving to the shelves and pushing the small canister in place.

“Where’s home?” He asked casually. I flinched when he stepped right behind me, fingers reaching out to curl on my shoulder, pulling me back till I was flush against his chest. The heat of his body seeped in through the thin fabric of my blouse and I felt my body heat up.

“You got what you wanted.” I said shakily. “ Let me go.” I whispered, dropping the cleaning cloth in the tray on the lower shelves, before moving to grab the mop. I just had to finish mopping the floor . And then I could leave.

But his grip on me stayed firm. I couldn’t move. Foreboding rose inside me.

Jungkook hummed at that, stepping closer, till I felt his chin brush the top of my head as he bent over me, arms coming around me and fingers lightly unbuttoning the first two buttons of my shirt. I stared at the dark ink on his forearm. , swallowing as he kept coming closer.

“What I wanted? That pathetic little display ten days ago?” He whispered softly “ Just think about this Elena …… I’ve been chasing you for years, I got rid of your entire family and yet I let you live. Why do you think that was, huh? “ He shook his head, “ For two minutes of you lying underneath me like a frigid bitch? You think that’s what I want Elena? Think I’ll be satisfied with that? ” He laughed.

I stared at the wall in front of me and I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t play this sick game with him. Not when he kept changing the rules . Not when there was nothing left for me to gamble or lose.

“Jisoo. I have to go see her. Just… Just let me go see her. I need to see if she’s alright and then we can talk. ” I whispered. Jungkook smiled, tilting my head to the side with his fingers. I felt the damp press of his lips against my jaw and my skin crawled.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi’s taking care of her.” He whispered softly and I felt my heart turn over in my chest at the reminder. I’d been forced to relent because Yoongi had taken her home to a fully finished and decorated nursery , a closet full of baby clothes for her son and nursing clothes for her. She had been bowled over and when I’d told her to think about the why of it…she’d given me a helpless sort of smile. . As far as she was concerned , Yoongi had been nothing but generous and kind… And she wasn’t going to say no to him because she couldn’t afford to..

“I… he promised me he’d let me see her. And the baby…every day. That was the deal.”

Jungkook laughed.

“I thought I made this clear . You don’t get to make deals with anyone because you belong to me. I get to decide what happens to you. Anytime. Anywhere. Do you need another demonstration , Elena?” His hand moved to my breast, groping the flesh, fingers rough and hard and I whimpered in pain.

“No..” I choked out , eyes widening in terror and he made quick work of the rest of the buttons on my blouse. Junkook hummed, kissing the back of my neck and slowly turning me around in his arms.

“Relax. You don’t have a job. How are you going to feed her and the kid? Yoongi isn’t like me. He doesn’t hold a lot of grudges. And for some reason he seems to have a hard on for your sister in law. He wants to marry her. ” He chuckled and I felt nausea bloom.

“No.. Don’t… Don’t do that to her. She’s not like us. She doesn’t know… She doesn’t have anything to do with this life.” I begged, heart racing at the thought of Jisoo, helpless and scared and alone with a baby , trapped with a fucking assassin. Yoongi killed for a living . That was his job. Jisoo was delicate and sensitive.

“She still needs to eat and live right? With what? He’s feeling particularly generous so he’s taken her home . You don’t have to worry about them anymore… Isn’t that nice?” he smirked and I felt my throat go dry.

I clenched my fists, feeling my breath catch.

“The only person you need to worry about yourself is yourself. Isn’t that how you prefer it anyway? Beautiful selfish Elena who never gave a fuck about anyone but herself. Isn’t that who you truly are, angel?” He smiled.

“Not anyone…. Just you… I don’t give a fuck about you.” I said defiantly, staring right up at him.

Jungkook stared at me and stepped closer, reaching out and running his fingers up and down my cheek. I flinched because he still held the lit cigarette.

“None at all?” He asked curiously, lightly tapping on the end of the cigarette, and I flinched when the hot ash spilled onto my shoulder.

“Did that hurt, baby?” He whispered, leaning in and pressing the cigarette to my lips.” I’m sorry. Breathe in for me.” He stuck the cigarette into my mouth and I pulled away , coughing and disgusted.

I closed my eyes as his free hand went to my wrist, tugging me closer. I stiffened as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me in till my face pressed against his chest, his body flush against mine, one hand moving back to stroke my back.

“I missed you. You’re terrible at pleasing me but I think…with a little bit of training, you can make me cum… ” He smirked. “ Let’s start with a blowjob, yeah?”

I stiffened.

“No.” I said softly and he smirked, pulling back.

“No?” He asked softly. . I felt my throat go dry in fear as I noticed the way his gaze shifted. I bit my lips to stifle the pain as He carefully pressed the lit end of the cigarette right against the curve of my breast , pressing in for a couple of seconds and pulling away just before the skin began to singe. He glanced up at me, and I blinked through the tears, pain spreading all over my chest at the burn. That would leave a scar, I thought miserably.

“Wrong answer. Try again.” He whispered.

“Go to Hell.” I choked out.

I flinched when his fingers slipped up into my hair, gripping hard. My scalp burned, sharp and insistent and instinct made me grip his wrist, trying to get him off but it was impossible.

“Let me go..” I snapped, glaring at him. God, How I hated him.

“Was I your first??” He whispered, dragging me close enough that his lips brushed my ear. “ Never had a cock before? Was that why you were so fucking tight?”

I bit my lips, glaring at him, defiant and furious. Did Hoseok actually tell him? That two faced snake…. God , why did these fuckers never leave me alone?

“Seokjin hyung told me…Told me he was looking forward to breaking a virgin and that made me think….God, I was the first cock she ever had….” He hummed, looking infinitely pleased.

“Yes. And I got to say… I don’t know what the fuss is about. You couldn’t even make me cum.” I snapped and Jungkook grinned, grip tightening and the other hand moving to curl around my waist, squeezing hard.

“Did I make you bleed from between your legs Elena? Tell me I did….Cause that’s fucking hot. ” He whispered, voice low and gruff.

Jungkook, I thought vacantly, was a psychopath.

“Go to Lisa. Go fuck her and make her bleed if that’s what gets you off…. and leave me alone.” I whispered and he smiled, bending down pressing a kiss right where he’d burned my skin.

“I don’t need you to tell me that. She’s my fiancé. The woman I’m going to marry. And you know what that means? I actually give a shit whether she cums or not. And trust me she does. Multiple times. Sometimes so hard she passes out.”

“Or maybe she fakes it. Maybe she passes out because she can’t stand your touch either.” I shrugged. “ Because we all know that’s what she’s good at Jungkook. She faked her friendship with me , she’ll fake her loyalty to you.”

“Always got something smart to say, huh Elena? Let’s see how mouthy you get when I’m shoving my cock down your throat.”

I flinched when he pushed me, hard enough to send me sprawling on the floor. I caught myself with difficulty , throwing my hands out to keep my head from hitting the floor. I flinched at the pain that shot up my body, every inch throbbing because of how rough this fucker had been with me.

Ten days and the aftermath of that night still lingered on me.

And it was three in the morning and I’d spent eight hours on my feet bussing tables , I was exhausted.

I closed my eyes, before pressing my palm against the floor, trying to pull myself up when I felt the press of his shoe at the base of my spine, pushing me down.

I whimpered in shock, my hands giving out and shoulder crashing down into the floor.

“Stay down for a second, baby.” He whispered and I exhaled.

I pressed my palm against the floor, head dropping on to the carpeted floor . I whimpered when I felt him crouch down, foot digging in harder into my back and I curled my fingers into the carpet to swallow the pained sound that bubbled up in my throat.

“I’m going to fuck you again. And this time I want you to do all the work.” Jungkook’s voice came from over me and I flinched. I considered the odds of me putting up a fight and actually winning. It was laughable. I wasn’t going to fight a force of nature. And that was what Jeon Jungkook was.

“ You can’t make me do anything Jungkook.” I whispered finally. “ You can hit me and rape me and kill me but you can’t make me do anything to you. You just have to live with that.”

His foot lifted off my spine and I felt hands on my arms, pulling me up till I was kneeling. I watched as he moved around to stand in front of me.

“Look at me.” He said carefully.” From now you only speak when I tell you to.”

“ Whatever. Let’s get this over with so I can go see my sister and my nephew.“ I said shakily.

He sighed deeply at that, shaking his head.

“See, if it was upto me, I’d just put a bullet in both their heads. Cos at this point they’re just proving to be a nuisance.”

My blood turned to ice in my veins.

“ But, Yoongi’s just getting to know your pretty little Jisoo…And he’s my favorite hyung. So I’m going to let her live. But, let’s not invade their privacy for a while.” He began unbuckling his belt and I felt nausea rise inside me.

“Jungkook?” The voice came from the door and I stiffened. Jungkook groaned.

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing here?” He said gruffly, standing up and using his knee to push me out of the way roughly. I swore, gripping the edge of the table near me to steady myself before turning around to stare at the woman at the door. I stumbled to my feet, still feeling a little out of it. I needed food. Before I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“You were supposed to come see me tonight. I went looking for you everywhere and I find you here about to get with some common whore?” she shouted and I stiffened, glaring at her.

She stood framed in the doorway, staring at me for a second before letting her gaze wander all over the room. She stared at me, eyes taking in the unbuttoned blouse and I quickly moved to put the buttons back on.

“Did you fuck her?” She demanded angrily and Jungkook hummed.

“Since when did I owe you answers, angel?” He asked casually and I watched the woman’s eyes widen, before her brows furrowed in a frown.

“ So what, I can’t ask you who you’re with ?” She asked angrily and Jungkook groaned , kicking out at the nearest stand with enough force to send it toppling over the side, crashing to floor and breaking on impact. I stumbled, back, wrapping my arms around myself as he fairly growled.

“What the fuck is up with all you cunts today?” He demanded, glancing at me in distaste. “ I come back after busting my ass at work for ten entire days . I just needed to get my dick sucked and you two.” He shook his head, hand reaching into his jacket and I felt my eyes widen when he pulled his glock out, releasing the safety and loading the gun before pressing the muzzle right against her skull.

The woman whimpered, hands held up as he tapped the firearm against her.

“You. You don’t come anywhere near me unless I send for you. Is that clear?” He asked sharply and she nodded frantically, abject terror written all over her face.

He turned to me.

“And you. You’re coming with me.” He said quietly and I felt my eyes widen. I opened my mouth to protest but the girl at the door beat me to it.

“I think not…. You’re not taking her anywhere, Jungkook, I’ll-“ She began, reaching forward to grab him and Jungkook moved so quickly, I could barely blink.

The shot rang out , making me jump and I watched as she crumbled to the floor, crying out in pain. I stared in horror, watching the hole in her arm, spilling blood all over the floor and the hallway and my throat went completely dry, staring at the girl on the floor and the blank, absolutely merciless look on his face.

“Just because I let you sit on my cock once in a while, doesn’t mean you get a say in how I live my life.” He said quietly, using his foot to prod her hip. He glanced at me and I felt my throat go dry as he pulled the glock back to reload it.

He aimed the gun right at me, eyes dark and heavy.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby? Or do you need a physical demonstration as well?” He tilted his head to where the girl was on the floor, pressing her palm against her arm.

“She’s bleeding out.. “ I choked out. “ you need to get her help, Jungk-“

Another shot rang out and I jumped, heart in my throat as I tried to understand what had happened. It took me a second to realize that he hadn’t shot me. That he had fired at the ceiling.

“Answer the bloody question Elena.” He growled and I flinched, nodding.

“I… I’ll listen… Just…” I glanced back at the poor girl on the floor.” Get her some help.”

Jungkook smiled a little. He turned to the girl on the floor and shook his head.

“Get up baby. Go find Hoseok and get that patched up, yeah? And don’t provoke me the next time, yeah? ” He said casually and she stumbled to her feet, looking disoriented and scared as she moved out of the door.

“ And you. “ He glared at me. “Finish dressing up and follow me.”

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“Where are we going?” I asked nervously, fighting the instinct to just take off at a sprint, as we walked down the road to where his Mercedes was parked.

“My home. Where else?” He said casually and I stiffened.

“Jungkook-“

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak unless I ask you to, Elena? I’m jet lagged and angry. Trust me , you don’t want to piss me off now.” He said casually and I swallowed.

He opened the door for me, the polite gesture so at odds with what he was doing that my head began to throb.

But I climbed in nonetheless. I stayed quiet for the short ride to his apartment , eyes fixed straight ahead and Jungkook was quiet too. I was too exhausted to be scared, I thought despondently, my eyes drooping because of how long I’d been up. Glancing out the window, I watched the cars whizz by, people living their lives, completely unaware that almost all of them were merely tiny little gears in a machine run exclusively by men like Jungkook. That all their lives, spent working and earning and dying…it was all meaningless. They had no say in anything. People like Jungkook were the ones who got to shape the world to their liking. The ones who got to play God.

And Jungkook was definitely the closest to an omnipotent human I’d ever come across.

Powerful, untouchable and terrifying.

So perhaps, it was a little flattering, that I was the one thing he couldn’t get out of his head.

I glanced at him discreetly.

He was beautiful, I thought with a pang. One of the most beautiful men on this planet. Despite the years, his boyish charm was still right there on his face and he could slip on a plaid shirt , a white t shirt and stone wash jeans and pass off as an innocent college student. I stared at the taut jaw, the long column of his neck and the broad back. His biceps bulged when he gripped the steering when and my eyes lingered on the long fingers curled around the wheel.

I jumped when his hand moved to grip the stick shift , curling on the knob and yanking it back with force. I swallowed, thighs pressing together as my mind shifted to that night in Hoseok’s club. I hated myself for how often I relived it. And not always with disgust.

My fingers fell on the ring on his finger. His engagement ring, I thought with a pang. Lisa. Beautiful, wonderful Lisa who had been a dear friend . Once. For all her shortcomings I knew she loved the man who sat next to me. Cared deeply for him, even. Why else would she do this to me? She must have strong feelings for him , if it had prompted her to throw away our friendship of over a decade.

“You’re cheating on her then.” I said quietly. His reminder to not talk to him rang in my head but I couldn’t stop myself. He wasn’t a stranger. And that ring…the ring that promised to bind two people forever….. I’d worn it too. For him.

Jungkook didn’t reply, merely glancing at me in passing.

I sighed, looking at my knees, feeling my shoulders tremble a bit.

“Is she going to be there?” I asked quietly.

He exhaled sharply. I noticed the way his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“No.” He said shortly.

“She lives with you right? You said we’re going home ….then where is she-“

“What is this, twenty fucking questions?” He snapped and I swallowed. “ I’m not taking you home to my fiancée Elena, do I look like a fucking idiot? “ He shook his head.

Before I could demand more answers, he was pulling over into a side alley. I watched as he carefully parked the car before stepping out. Second later, he was coming around and opening the door.

I stared at him, gripping the hem of my blouse, tight. My stomach twisted into knots.

“Can’t you just let me go?” I whispered softly, pride forgotten in the wake of my tiredness. Jungkook stared at me, face eerily blank.

“Get out of the car.”

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“Like it?” He asked softly and I stood on the threshold, taking in the lavishly decorated apartment on the top floor of the building. I noticed the portrait right up front, a large full sized photo of me and Jungkook from nearly a decade ago, wrapped around each other in a hug , showing off our engagement bands.

“What is this?”

“It was supposed to be your wedding gift. From me. I bought it for you. Nine years ago. Thought you should see it.” He said quietly.

I stayed perfectly still , as he wrapped his hands around me in a hug.

“Why did you leave me, Elena?” He asked quietly and I felt my throat go dry.

“Why do you still have this place? Get rid of it.” I snapped. He laughed at that , pulling away and turning me around till I stared at him.

“ Will you stay here, with me?” He asked softly and I froze.

“You’re out of your mind.” I said shortly.

He hummed.

“Possibly. But then, the problem is this. If I tell you , you can’t leave this place ever again….There’s not much you can do about it, right?” He said thoughtfully and I felt a sob building in my chest.

“I… Don’t.” I said shakily.

“You should see the bedroom. Come.”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist dragging me past the lavish couch and sofa, past a well kept bar onto a wide hallway dimly lit. He stopped at the second door on the right, reaching out to open the lock. The room was plunged in darkness and I hesitated.

“Go on… After you, Mrs. Jeon.” He said softly . I could feel distaste creeping up my spine at the name, shivering a bit as I stepped into the darkness.

“Can you imagine, if we’d gotten married. This is what our first night together would be like…” He pressed against my back, arms coming around me , so gentle that I shivered.

“Jungkook…what are you doing?” I asked shakily.

“Shush…. “ He whispered, moving to unbutton my blouse again. I grabbed his wrists quickly.

“We aren’t married. I’m not your wife.” I said sharply and I felt him go still behind me.

“Shut your mouth and play along like a good girl.” He said quietly. He shook my hands off, moving to undo the buttons again.

Not sure what he expected, I stayed perfectly still as he hummed, pressing soft feather light kisses down my jaw and past my shoulders. His hands stroked up and down my arm as he laughed .

“Did you miss me Elena…..all these years…” He said quietly. “ Because I missed you. So much.”

He hugged me close, tight and hard.

“Are you scared?” He whispered, “ honey?”

“Oh, God…” I choked out, nausea rising up in my throat at the endearment.

“My wife…” He whispered, pressing a few more kisses against my skin before pushing me a bit towards the bed. “ Should I turn on the lights? I wanna see you.”

He nudged me towards the bed and my legs gave out when I hit the edge of it, legs turning to jelly as I sat on it, shaky and creeped out and terrified. Jungkook moved to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, a soft golden glow lighting up the bed .

“Look at you… so beautiful.” He whispered and I watched as he tugged off his shirt, before moving to his belt. He was watching me like I was something precious. Like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly and he smiled, running his fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest. He stopped at a large ornate tiger lily, inscribed right over his heart.

“Do you like it?” he said softly. “ I got this for you. My Elena…. As delicate as a lily and as brave as a tiger.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Either fuck me or let me go, I’m not here to talk about-“

He slapped me, so hard that my head whipped to the side, my face feeling like it had caught fire. I gasped, the pain spreading all over my jaw and I couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened. I pressed shaky fingers to the throbbing skin near my mouth, eyes watering at the sting.

“Didn’t I tell you to play along, angel?” He whispered sharply and I closed my eyes , shuddering.

Play along. Do it if you want to get out of here alive. ‘

Fucking psychopath.

“ It’s beautiful, Jungkook.” I whispered softly, glancing at him with teary eyes. He nodded.

“We’ll get one for you too. A wolf. With the initials JK on it…. Right here…” He lightly traced a path over my collarbone and I hoped to God, this was some sick fantasy. That he wasn’t seriously considering tattooing his initials on me.

“Strip for me baby… All of it. I want to see you.” He whispered and I hesitated just long enough to take a deep breath. I reached back, quickly undoing my bra clasp and pulling the fabric off. I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and my panties, tugging both of them off me, swiftly. I dropped all of it on the floor next to the bed, before moving to kneel in the middle of the bed, staring at him with a smile that felt physically painful.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He whispered quietly, crawling over on top of me.

“Lay down for me.” He said, and I felt repulsed, as he kissed my lips, soft and gentle, pressing in till I was flat on my back, legs parted so he could lie in between.

It was so different from last time and somehow ten times worse.

Jungkook pressed kisses all over my face, whispering gentle words against my skin that felt like acid.

“So beautiful…. Mine. You were always mine Elena. Mine to touch and mine to break . Mine to love and mine to fuck.”

I stared as he loomed over, his face inches from mine, his gaze deceptively affectionate, his eyes warm and almost soft. I watched as he came closer, his lips closing over mine. Instinctively I kept my lips together but his fingers curled around my thigh, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper, lips parting . He pressed his tongue in then , licking into my mouth and I brought my hands up, instinctively wrapping around the bare skin of his shoulders and my body thrummed at the feeling of his muscles under my fingers.

Curiosity made me foolish, and I found myself tracing the hills and valleys of his skin, fascinated by the way the muscles flexed, every time he moved his arm.

“You like that? I worked hard on those…” He chuckled, watching me curl my fingers around his biceps. He was so… big. I moved my fingers up to the hardness of his chest, splaying my palm on his pecs and my fingers caught a hard little scar, almost perfectly round and deep.

“What is this…” I asked , curious my finger dipping into the healed skin and he hummed.

“Your father . He shot me when I was chasing his car down in Jeju Do. Foolish bastard. Thought he could outrun me.” He laughed .

I glanced at him, catching his eyes and the ebbing laughter , my heart twisting.

“Then why am I here? You hate my father. You killed my entire family. So why am I here, Jungkook?” I asked foolishly, my heart breaking a bit and he hesitated.

“Because you’re mine.” He said simply.

I closed my eyes in despair.

“If this was our wedding night…. What would you say…?” He asked suddenly.

I stared at him, confused.

“What?”

“If we got married back then… When you were eighteen. And it was our first night together….. what would you say?”

I sighed.

“I’d ask you to ….to be gentle.” I whispered.

He nodded.

“Tell me , then.”

I stared at him, feeling helpless.

“Go on, Elena.” He said again.

“Jungkook…” I began but he shook his head.

“Ggukkie.” He said softly. “ Call me GGukkie… That’s what you used to call me …when we were young.”

I clenched my fists, on his chest, resisting the urge to push him off. That wouldn’t end well for me.

“GGukkie…” I whispered, finally, glancing up at him, licking my lips and parting them gently, eyes as wide as they could go, “ you know its my first time right?”

Jungkook’s eyes fairly danced at that and he hummed, leaning closer.

“Is it, baby?” He asked, reaching up to brush my hair away, fingers gentle on my face.

Get into it. Get into it and get it over with.

“You know it is…” I pouted, “ No one else can touch me. I’m yours , aren’t I GGukkie…”

He laughed, rubbing his nose against mine.

“That you are, kitten.”

Kitten? That’s a new one.

Shut up and stay in character , fuck.

I was so fucking screwed.

“ So… will you be gentle?” I whispered , “ I don’t want it to hurt.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around me rolling over and taking me with him till I was lying flat on top of him.

“Then how about this angel? You can ride me…. As slow and gentle as you like. Make yourself feel good on my cock, yeah….?”

I stared at him.

I’m gonna fuck you and you’re going to do all the work.

He’d played me like a fiddle.

“Well baby? Go on…. Take my pants off.”

I exhaled angrily, before moving down, to tug on his pants. He helped me take them off kicking off his boxer briefs as well.

That’s a beautiful dick. Objectively. Very pretty.

Shut the fuck up.

“ Get it wet for me baby….” He said softly. I glanced down at the hard length of it, jutting out of the small thatch of hair and felt my mouth go dry . Which would be counterproductive if I wanted to get it wet. So I swirled my tongue around my mouth, trying to get my mouth moist, before leaning down and carefully wrapping my lips around the head.

Fuck, he tastes good.

I shook my head a bit to clear the voice in my head, glancing up at him with my lips stretched around the soft pink head and he was looking right back at me, eyes heavy and dark .

“Go on baby, take more of it in, use your tongue…make me feel good.”

I closed my eyes, letting the spit coat the hard length of his cock, sinking down till the tip began to inch down my throat. I sucked lightly, running my tongues back and forth on whatever skin I could touch and it was like sucking a lollipop except the lollipop was thick enough to stretch my mouth wide and hit the back of my throat.

I felt his hand reach into my hair, gripping hard and I whimpered.

“Be gentle…” I whispered, pulling off and his eyebrows shot up , clearly in surprise . He stared at me for a second, as though considering my request and then his fingers loosened , threading through the strands soothingly.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispered . I went back to sucking him off, somehow my natural tendency to work hard making me bob up and down, using my tongue and taking him as deep as I could. I felt a sick sort of satisfaction when he moaned in pleasure and for some damn reason I wanted to draw more sounds out of him.

This is a dream. Either that or you tripped over a pothole and fell into another dimension.

“ Are you wet ? Come here, so I can check….” Jungkook said softly and I pulled off moving up to straddle his hips. I flinched when he reached down, tracing my slit with carefully fingers before slipping in two. I tightened against the intrusion, still sore on the inside and he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to my mouth.

“Suck…and get them nice and wet if you don’t want it to hurt.” He said quietly and I wrapped my lips around his fingers, letting my spit coat the slender digits.

When he pushed them back into me, the slide was easier , wetter and I gripped his shoulders, trying to relax around him. It felt foreign but also good… I felt good…

I stared down at him, the broad muscled body and the handsome face and for a crazy moment I imagine what it would have been, if I had married him. Would it have been this….this… weird pleasure that was somehow both painful and exhilarating at the same time. I bit my lips as he curled his fingers inside me, rubbing at some spot high up inside me that sent heat shooting straight up my spine, slick dripping out of me and onto the hard planes of his stomach like honey from a comb.

“Now sit on my cock.” He said quietly. I trembled, reaching down to lightly grip his cock, moving till the head lined up right against my slit or where I thought my slit was. Biting my lips, I lowered my body, feeling my body cleave to let him in, his cock pressing in and in and in.

My knees gave out and I slid down the length of him, the sudden, incredible fullness knocking the breath right out of me.

“ Fuck…baby….you alright?” He whispered and it messed with my head, the way he actually looked concerned and worried and I couldn’t take anymore of it.

“Please… Please… I just… I want to go home…” I whimpered, feeling full and stretched out, my thighs trembling and my insides wet and warm and somehow stuck between wanting more and wanting it to end.

Jungkook grunted, fingers curling over both my hips and lifting me lightly and with ease.

“Come on baby…. Ride me….” He whispered, “ Put your hands on my chest and roll your hips, up and down .”

I did as he said, one hand braced against his chest, the other gripping his shoulder as I tried to move on him but it was hopeless. I had no energy or inclination to do this and the pleasure was fast ebbing into frustration. Jungkook seemed to sense it because he growled.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking bad at this… Fine… Just lay there and let me use that stupid cunt of yours.” He snapped, gripping my waist and folding his knees just enough to brace his feet on the bed. I gasped as I got lifted a bit , his cock slipping in impossibly deeper , the tip nudging close to my cervix , the lightest brush of it send sharp jolts of electric pain pleasure up my spine.

“Oh fuck,..” I breathed as he pistoned into me, hips hitting my ass with brutal force as he fucked up into me and I could only tremble, eyes fluttering shut, fingers going numb from how hard I was gripping him.

“You’re gonna cum today… I’m gonna make you cum on my cock…” He growled, reaching down and pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing softly, slow circles that were almost gentle compared to the brutal pounding oh his hips and I felt my mouth go slack, wetness slipping out of my tongue and dripping down my chin because of how excruciatingly good it felt, having him so deep, pressing in against the edge of my womb and I and to press my palm, right up against my belly , stunned because of how my body seemed to open and shift to make room for him.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, right inside your womb, fuck…. Gonna carry my babies for me, right sweetheart? Gonna watch you get round and full with my seed , watch you drip milk all over me with those beautiful tits….fuck…”

The shock of his words sent me over the edge, my body clenching down on him as I came, my orgasm so strong that I felt like I was cramping up on the inside and I toppled forward onto him, landing on his chest and bouncing a bit. Jungkook grunted a little, wrapping both his arms around me, holding close as he fucked me right through the aftershocks, body stilling only when I stopped shuddering and I felt warm wetness spill inside me, so deep that I knew I would have to swallow three morning after pills after this, although I was on birth control.

Because one could never be too sure with these things.

Jungkook stayed still under me and it took me a few seconds to catch my breath. I finally levered myself off of him, legs shaking as I rolled over and onto the bed before breathing in huge lungfuls of air.

“Can I go?” I choked out.

Jungkook grunted. “ Get the fuck out of here.”

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When I stumbled out of the cab, exhausted and out of my mind with self loathing, I didn’t expect to see Hoseok sitting on the pavement outside the bakery, leaning against a streetlight, face warm but determined.

“Hobi?” I asked stunned. “ What are you-“

He cut me off with a kiss.

I stared wide eyed as he pulled me into an embrace, wrapping me in warmth and scent of his cologne, his hands impossibly gentle around me as he all but cradled me against his body, his lips moving gently against mine.

“Elena…” He breathed against my lips, eyes glinting . “ I love you. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’m so fucking sorry for being such a coward but you deserve to know… you deserve to know how I feel about you.”

I stared at him in disbelief, my heart pounding as I punched his chest in desperation.

“No… No fuck you… what are you doing…. He’ll kill you…” I hissed and he tightened his arms around me.

“I don’t care.” He hissed. “ I don’t… I can’t just… I can’t let him hurt you like this. I won’t. I’m going to tell him. I’m going to tell him to let you go or lose our friendship.” He said angrily and I trembled.

My heart raced because Hoseok was the only one I’d ever loved. In every way a girl could love a boy. He was and had always been this confusing breed of brother and friend while everyone had drooled after Jeon Jungkook , I’d always been drawn to him…drawn to his quiet strength and to the way he had always treated me as an equal…

But… but Jungkook…. Jungkook who would put a bullet in his brain without a thought if he thought that Hoseok was trying to move in on something that belonged to him…..

“Hoseok…just… Don’t. I… I love you too…” I breathed out, tired and scared and so fucking worried because what if someone was listening even now..what if word got to Jungkook and he tried to hurt ….i couldn’t even think it.

“Come find me when Jungkook is busy . When he can’t find us…” I said softly, reaching out and pressing my palm against his face.

“I’m not scared of him.” Hoseok growled and it was ridiculous.

“But I’m scared of losing you. “ I said quickly. “ We can’t… He can’t know. Ever.”

Hoseok nodded before pulling me close again.

“Was he too rough?” He whispered and I blinked, flushing. I shook my head.

“No.. I. No. I think…”

“I hate that he was the one to touch you, first. You.. You deserve to know how good it can be…. How gentle.. I want to… fuck…” He shook his head pulling away and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“We can’t…” I said quietly. “ you know we can’t.”

He glanced at me, eyes blazing and lips parted and I groaned.

“Don’t look at me like that Hobi…” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Tomorrow. He’s going to Jeju Do , to inspect a new resort. He won’t be back till the day after. Call in sick at work.” He said quietly and I bit my lips, feeling a bit like a whole idiot.

I nodded.

He reached forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

No self preservation skills at all, I thought miserably.

If Jungkook found out…….

Author’s Note : I’ll add the taglist here tomorrow

#bts smut #bts fanfics #bts fics #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook #bts scenarios #jungkook fics #bts fanfic

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Stretch and relax pt 2

I have been thirsting.... about Victor.... again.... (pt 1 here)

(Oops forgot to add that Koshka means kitten lol)

He’s noticed you’ve been a bit jumpy around him now. Not that you hadn’t been before, but, well...

Now you try to spend as little time as possible with the man.

And he can’t have that.

“Was I too eager last time? I promise I’ll be more gentle!” He coos from the other side of your door, a pillow under one arm, his other tugging his shirt down as far as he can.

His cock is leaking and heavy between his legs, he’d been thinking about how good you looked today, all that pretty, delicious skin on display, perfect body moving in just the right ways to make him ruin his pants like a teenager. Why use his hand and rely on his imagination when you were just a few doors away?

But you won’t let him in.

“Please?” He pouts, and when met with silence, his frown grows. “I won’t go away until you let me in. I’ll stand here all night and make lots of noise. I just want to relax a little with my favorite little koshka.”

The petname rolled off his tongue with ease, and Victor could almost see your little blush, even though there was a door separating the two of you. Not for long.

“Won’t you let me in? We can give each other massages! If that ends up with us doing something else, I won’t mind-”

The door swings open to reveal your embarrassed little body, frowning so deeply that Victor had a thought to tell you to worry about wrinkles. But at least his teasing and loud voice had worked, spurring you into giving him an opportunity into your room.

“Victo-”

“You’re such a sweetie!” He breezed right past you into your room, depositing his pillow on your bed. A half turn and he was facing you again, a smile on his lips despite your look of aphrenrsive fear. “Want to close the door now? Unless you’d like for people to see us both naked and oiled...”

Again, his desires were achieved with lighthearted teasing - you shut the door so quick that it almost slammed. You’re opening your mouth again, ready to (shyly) ask him to leave, to let you sleep in peace, but Victor has other plans.

And they’re quite fun.

It takes quite a bit of smooth-talking on his part, and more than a small amount of suggestive physicality (you were so tense! Victor was just doing you a favor by pulling you down onto your bed, that’s all) to get you where he wants you.

Underneath him on the bed, wide eyes looking up at him as he shimmies his body down until he can kiss at your tummy through your shirt. “I was joking about the massages, I just wanted you to open the door.” He shoots you a wink, and you quickly blanch.

“Unless you want to strip down and let me rub you all over? I’d make you feel divine little koshka.”

But you shake your head so quickly that your bones pop, and Victor can’t help but laugh.You’re so cute!

You also look uncomfortable, and quite stressed. It probably has something to do with the way Victor’s rubbing along your waist, looking up at you with big eyes as he settles more firmly between your legs.

“Uhm, uhm, Victor, I don’t know-”

“Shhh, I know. I think both of us need to relax a little, don’t you? Look at us! So tense and jumpy!” A quick press of his lips to your clothed tummy has you flinching, wincing away from the intimacy.

Victor is used to smiling his way past refusals, worming his way through with sweet words and such a charming look to get what he wants. You’re not used to letting him in, that much is obvious - but Victor breaks past your defenses anyways.

He knows how nervous you are about your body, so he’s okay with your shirt staying on, draped loosely over your torso. But he needs your pajamas out of the way, just a little so he can get to what he’s really been craving.

And of course you squirm, ask him to stop, to not do this, but Victor doesn’t have to listen. He can grip your waistband and yank it halfway down your thighs, enough so that he can settle back between them and they’re still spread so that he can reach where he needs.

He’s been wanting to taste you for ages.

And you’re so pretty down there, all plush and squishy and pink, like a ripe little fruit, dewy and shiny. Victor can’t help but lick his lips before dipping down to kiss your rosy clit, smiling when it twitches along with your legs, a little cry falling from your lips.

You sound so sweet, Victor can’t wait to hear more of your cute sounds.

So he doesn’t waste any time, flashing you a lovey-dovey smirk before descending to plant his mouth firmly against your mound, listening to your breath hitch and feeling your thighs tense as you whimper out a mantra of “no no no-”.

But yes, yes, oh yes.

You’re soft and delicious and when more wetness seeps out onto his tongue Victor wants to shout “Vkusno!” with glee, but he keeps his mouth on you, slender hands keeping your hips planted to the bed no matter how much you twist and turn away.

Eventually one of his hands moves to intertwine with yours - you keep trying to pull on his hair, tug his face away from the precious treasure between your legs, but Victor isn’t having that. He’d also like to not be bald, so he elects to hold your hand as he eats you out, like a lover.

(And isn’t that what the two of you are?)

He licks you inside and out, up and down and drawing little patterns with his tongue against your puffy little cunt until you’re shaking in his hold, near-wailing from the stimulation. Victor doesn’t want it to end too soon, wants to fully relish this moment, so he pulls back just a teensy bit so he can lick at your plush thighs, give the flesh little love bites that you try to jerk away from.

“Look at you, so tasty and adorable. Doesn’t this feel good?” The man coaxes, before licking a trail back to your wet little hole.

With the way you’re keening, Victor grins to himself because the answer is obvious.

He didn’t expect you to cum so soon.

But here you are, gushing into his mouth after just a little bit of suckling, a little bit of tongue, and Victor feels warmth bloom in his chest, in his cheeks, and he laughs against your cunt. The vibrations make you yelp, thighs struggling and failing to snap closed around his body.

If he was less of a selfish man, Victor would keep going, just like last time and make you cum until you really cried.

But he had different plans this time around.

“Can I use your mouth?” Like the gentleman he is, Victor asks, one of his hands wrapped loosely around his heavy cock as he waits for your answer. It comes in the form of tearful “No! Please!”.

“Then let me use your hands, or your chest, okay? Which one?” It’s always best to give a choice, because then you feel like you have options, some sort of control over the situation. You pick your hands.

He gives you a moment to breathe, a moment to collect yourself from your sudden (and probably painful from how quickly you came) orgasm before he moved to straddle your waist.

Victor has to physically pick up your hands and wrap them around his cock, making you form a tight hole with your fingers for him to hump forward against.

“Fuck, yes, that feels-feels good!” He breathes, happy and pleased with the pleasure rising fast in his gut, how you’re working with him so nicely.

He takes care of his body, shaves all over so that he’s smooth and soft - hopefully you appreciate the effort, because your hands bump against his pubic bone and balls on every quick stroke.

“Fuck!” Victor cries again, because the pleasure takes over and makes him loose himself, hunching over you and working his hips faster, gripping your hands tighter around himself before-before-

You look so cute, all surprised with his cum seeping onto your skin and into your shirt.

Victor is panting heavily as he slows his hips, still working his cock through your hands as he winds down. You make him feel so nice.

He can’t wait to fuck you.

#victor #victor nikiforov #Yandere victor nikiforov #dark victor nikiforov #yandere #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.coercion #tw.abuse of power

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ijustloveobeymeok · 3 years

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How to get the Obey me! brothers to show their true power [War edition]

yep, you're in war with your demon brothers right by your side.

Lucifer > From the beginning > As the sin of pride he wants to show you what he's capable of > Also the war is interrupting his time with you and he would like to end it as soon as possible > Will probably go all out from the beginning, terrorizing the other side > He probably won't even have a scratch on him at the end because of his healing powers and speed > He's just speeding around slashing people before they can see him > May also show full power if Diavolo gets hurt

Mammon > You get hurt > From the deepest stab to the shallowest scratch, anything is enough to trigger Mammon > How DARE you touch his MC > I imagine him screaming like Goku does when he goes into Saiyan mode > A demon who you've been warned to never cross > Once he goes full power, > no one and I mean no one will be able to lay a finger on you

Leviathan > When you die > Sorry > But think about it > As passionate he is about protecting you, he still has insecurities and kept unintentionally holding back > But when someone actually manages to kill you... > Seeing the light in your eyes die while you're staring at him > Even his brothers will have trouble calming him down > Raging waves flood the whole area as Lotan is summoned and destroys the every opponent, no one to spare. > The Ruler of the Sea has lost their lover again > And everyone must pay.

Satan > Once you turn to him for help > You're a strong individual in his eyes > So once you turn to him for help, a desperate look in your eyes that makes his heart clench > How dare these nobodies cause you to make such a pained face > They need to die > The air around them turns cold as they feel multiple swords pierce through them > Imagine a man running around throwing around swords into your chests with absolutely accurate aim > It's more scary than funny when you say it out loud.

Asmodeus > When you're weakened > He gets that typical anime action scene > You're weakened > Everything seems hopeless > And finally, pretty boi here decided to use his full strength > Few minutes later half of the opponents have changed sides are attacking their own men > For their lover and new ruler Asmodeus > "Don't give up darling, we'll be the winners"

Beelzebub > From the beginning > He's already watched someone he loved die before his own eyes > He'll do everything in his power to protect you > And if he goes at his fullest from the start he figured he can protect you and Belphie at once > From the beginning he's already looking like a raging bull > Just throwing people like they're frisbees > Stopping weapons and breaking bones with his bare hands > Why does that actually sound attractive?

Belphegor > If he sees you struggling > Although minimal, he's doing his contributions to the war >Then from the corner of his eyes he sees you struggling as they slowly surround you > Within a second he's by your side blasting the enemy to bits > Once you look like you can handle yourself he'll mutter a good luck squeeze your hand and go back to his previous position > Where he can watch over you, Beel and also make sure the enemy don't try any tricks > He has faith in you

#obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #I've been waiting to write this one #hurt all leviathan simps in the gut

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mimi-cee-hq · 3 years

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Wildfires - Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: You're burned from last year's rumours, now fearing any hint of smoke. Yet you can't help, but fall for the childhood friend who's a balm to your wounds.

Genres, tropes, etc: angst with a satisfying and happy ending, angst to fluff, hurt/ comfort, exs to lovers (but not the usual kind), secret dating, drama and romance, but it's still somehow cute because that's just how I write lol

Warnings: false rumours about cheating and an illicit relationship, so it still technically mentions those things.

Words: 1.9k

Author's Notes: Hi Lia (@chimielie)! I'm your ☀️ anon. 🥰 You suggested exs to lovers and hurt/comfort for this prompt and it still technically is those things, but it's probably not what you expected.

If anyone is new to my blog and doesn't want to read angst, here's a cute fluff Atsumu x reader instead. :)

This fic is for the Heatwave Fic Exchange (@heatwave2021). Thank you for hosting this!

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

The air is dry and sweat forms on your brow. With the sun beating down, it's the perfect combination for a wildfire.

Atsumu's chin sits on his fist as he avoids your gaze. Lowering your eyes, you stare at the wooden table.

"Did he still care?" you ask yourself.

~*~*~

Plaid skirts sway as two students peek into their new classroom, attempting to be discreet. You hear their whispers from a distance, waiting in front of your own classroom.

"Look! We get Kinjou-sensei this year!" one exclaims.

"Are you serious?" the other asks after letting out a gasp. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I might end up staring at his face all day."

"Maybe it'll help you pay attention," her friend snickers.

You clench your jaw as heat rises in your body. They're able to indulge in frivolous remarks, ignorant of how you're left scarred from one fleeting gesture, a tiny piece of kindling that ignited into uncontrollable flames.

Cool hands cover your ears from behind you. Your jaw relaxes and the tension dissipates from your shoulders. You turn around to see Atsumu wearing a scowl on his lips. Sighing as you cross your arms, you ask, "Atsumu, what are you doing?"

"Well if only there was a way to make 'em shut up," he replies with a sharp tone.

You lean away from him and swat his hands back. "You're too close," you tell him.

"Alright!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll go!"

As he walks away, he crosses his thumb and index finger behind his back, forming a little heart. You smirk at his hidden gesture to you.

"I love you too, Atsumu," you silently tell him as a smile graces your lips. However, it vanishes like the mist in the sun when yet another person calls after him, someone he doesn't know.

You skirt around the other students, avoiding their path, and rush to your desk. There are too many dry leaves around; a single spark can burst everything into flames.

Why does everyone have to know Atsumu?

~*~*~

"I wish you could've been my partner for the project," you say.

Atsumu pours a glass of water and places it on the table in front of you. "You ended up with that new girl, right?" he mentions and you reply with a nod. "She should be safe to work with."

You're startled once again when you hear the chimes from the front door. A rattan room divider obstructs your view of it, but you hunch down anyway as you finally pick up your spoon.

Atsumu sits across from you, sharing something about his team. His eyes dim when he realizes you haven't been listening.

"This isn't working," he tells you. "I thought this restaurant would be better because people can't see us from here." He runs his fingers in his hair, a sign he's frustrated.

"I– I forgot people can still hear us," you say in a low voice.

Atsumu sighs. "Let's just watch a movie at my house," he says. "Osamu already knows anyway."

"You know we can't," you protest. "Not when Hana and Haku drop by so often. They're going to realize we're together."

"But how are we supposed to have any fun when you're so scared?"

"I–" You lower your gaze, eyes unfocused towards your untouched bowl of rice. "Sorry, Atsumu."

"It's not your fault," he reminds you yet again. This exchange has become all too familiar. "Maybe we should finally tell Hana and Haku what happened to you."

"And have them find out the guy in the rumours is their beloved brother?" You cross your arms over your chest and rub your hand on your sleeve. "I still want to be comfortable around them, Atsumu. Ignorance is bliss right?"

His mouth twists before a groan escapes from it. He slouches in his seat and stares at the food in front of you, which remains the way the waitress left it.

"Let's take the train to Tokyo next time," he mutters. "Nobody'll know us there."

Your eyes grow before looking up at Atsumu. "What?" you slowly enunciate just above a whisper. "Don't you know how expensive that is?"

He presses his lips together before sharing his next suggestion. "I know where 'Samu's secret stash of money is…"

You narrow your eyes at him. "No, we're not stealing from him to go on a date, Atsumu."

"Alright," he says, lowering his eyes and dropping his shoulders.

Seeing his expression, you offer another idea. "How about Osaka?" It's only one city away.

Atsumu's eyes light up, excited at the chance of finally getting to enjoy some time with you. Although your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, you hope leaving the vicinity of last year's wildfires would be enough, for Atsumu's sake and yours.

~*~*~

Your heart beats faster and your throat becomes dry. You weren't getting enough air.

"You're okay," you tell yourself. "She's not talking about you."

"Seriously! That happened at my old school," your project partner snickers as she recounts her story to you. "They even got the kiss on camera too! I felt so bad for her, but it's her own fault for cheating on him."

You begin to feel dizzy, catching a whiff of smoke from another victim's fire. Her words add fuel to a fire that cannot be stopped. Wildfires burn and burn, and are never satisfied until they run out of kindling.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask. Are you dating Atsumu? The two of you seem really close!"

Your throat struggles to take control, attempting to keep your stomach down; it doesn't want to burn either.

They'll say you're cheating on Kinjou-sensei.

The tongue is a powerful weapon, causing destruction by those who are both untrained and ignorant as well as the truly malicious.

Your knees buckle as you pant for air, your grip weak on the knob. You need to get out.

Atsumu's figure is before you and you relax as he catches you. You never would have imagined that this guy would be your fleeting oasis.

~*~*~

"Let's break up," you tell Atsumu.

You both knew this was coming, yet a bucket of icy water chilled to the bone regardless of whether or not it was expected. Speaking those words aloud shocked you back into reality.

You hesitated dating each other in the first place, but you couldn't help but caress his strong hands when he admitted his feelings for you. Growing up together in your group of five, he was by your side from snotty noses to acne breakouts.

You didn't expect to fall for the hot-head of your bunch when rumours of you dating Kinjou-sensei spread. Atsumu attempted to extinguish every flame he spotted, witnessing your anguish each time you got burned.

"Maybe we can still do this," you say, contradicting your previous words.

"And what? Have ya pass out again every time someone asks about us?" Atsumu protests. He lowers his eyes as he clutches your hand. "Do ya know how worried I was about ya?"

Your heart flutters for a moment before you remind yourself that you can't keep him, the boy who has been by your side for so long.

"Aghhhhh! This is so stupid!!! Why are we suffering because of this made up crap?! 'Kinjou-sensei' had put a bandaid on me a thousand times more than he did t' ya! But nobody gives a crap about that!"

"I'm sorry Atsumu."

"Why the heck are ya sorry?!" he says, raising his voice.

"I– If I was just strong enough... If I could withstand their stupid words"–your lip trembles–"maybe I wouldn't have to choose between you and having some peace."

There's another silence between the two of you. Your fingers are loosely intertwined together, barely holding the fragile string between the two of you, as if it were a wick that would combust and disappear in a split second.

"Maybe we should just run away," Atsumu mumbles aloud.

"What?"

"Ya know, transfer schools. Or even drop out if we need ta."

"Atsumu! You can't! We can't! You have volleyball! And I... this is the only school that gave me a scholarship."

"Agh! Why is this so frustrating?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, ya idiot! Ya did nothing wrong!" He presses and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. "I just… I wish I could do more for ya." His arm drops at his side. "I wish I didn't feel so useless."

Your tears drip down your face. Could they be counted any more? If only you didn't fear getting caught dating Atsumu, terrified that last year's fires would morph into a raging beast. But another wildfire would not only destroy you but also the man you loved. If only your sores healed by now, you could have shown off your boyfriend, disregarding any of the flames.

If only you were fireproof.

But you weren't and now you're forced to loosen your grip on Atsumu, the balm to your wounds, and let him fall out of your hands.

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

It was three years since you talked to Atsumu, four since rumours first raged through the school. The two of you went through cycles of getting back together and breaking up again every time you learned that fear was still crippling you. Cutting off contact was the less painful option.

Years later, you're at a friend's cottage and Atsumu comes along without knowing you're here as well. Now that high school has come and gone, the smoke has dissipated and the fires have finished their course. You can finally breathe.

But does Atsumu still want you?

To anyone else, Atsumu is bored out of his mind, resting his chin on his fist. Nobody sees his thumb and finger forming a tiny heart.

Your heart flutters and you blink back tears. You attempt to hold back your growing grin, but you have no reason to hide it anymore.

You wrap your arms around him, almost causing him to topple off of his chair, Atsumu letting out a yelp. "What the heck are ya doing?"

You can finally release your feelings for him, openly and freely. The dam opens and waters rush to engulf him before you settle into his embrace.

"I love you too Atsumu," you tell him without a care in the world.

Osamu tells you he changed when you cut off contact. He desired to be a man, not wanting to feel so powerless, and poured himself into things he could do. It paid off.

"Did ya want to go somewhere together? I could even take ya all the way t' Rome if ya want."

The two of you hold each others' hands as the ocean's edge cools your feet. You lean against his shoulder, cherishing the moment that at one point seemed like an inaccessible dream.

You give him a peck on the cheek and smile. "Tokyo seems like a nice place for a date for now."

~*~*~

I hope you enjoyed this fic. :) (And I hope you liked it Lia!!) I guess I can be poetic if I try. lol. I had a whole commentary written out for this fic, but I decided against posting it here and making my author's notes as long as the fic itself. 😂

If you enjoyed this fic, I don't really have any similar pieces of writing at the moment. The only one that's similar is the hurt/comfort Kunimi WIP I've put off writing for so long because I didn't think I could pull off this type of fic. (And also because I think only one person will read it.) The theme in that one is pity/pride because pitiful is Kunimi's most hated word.

Anyway, if you want to see my usual style of writing, I have a cute tooth-rotting fluff Atsumu x reader one-shot. I currently also have an ongoing fake dating chaptered Suna fic, which is probably my best planned fic with the hints and foreshadowing and a nice mix of humour, fluff and shoujo-type angst. :)

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reidjumpers · 3 years

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edge of desire

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning/Includes: None, I believe! Angst if you squint hard enough

Summary: Spencer receive a phone call from you in the middle of the night, and now a lot of emotions come to the surface.

Note: i wrote this because i can't stop listening to edge of desire. also taking a short break from writing dad!spencer and picturing his dating days with mom!reader

‘I’m scared you’ll forget about me.’

Happiness could be found everywhere if one squint hard enough, but Spencer would argue that happiness tends to be found laced in the smallest thing. He had found solace and happiness in between spines of his books, in exciting gaps between his cards when he played poker, and in the checkered black and white of a chessboard.

But even with the vast knowledge his mind stored for a lifetime, he would never expect to find happiness in the simplicity of a greeting on a phone. Spencer rolled on his bed as he pressed his phone to his ear. His hand rubbed his drowsiness away, blinking as his gaze slowly focusing on the clock beside his bed. 3:43 AM.

“Do you know what time it is in DC?” Spencer reprimanded half-heartedly. His voice laced thick with sleep, but there was no hostility or any real heat behind his voice.

“Sorry to call you so late,” you chuckled at his scolding, but Spencer could spot the guilt hidden in between the lines just fine. He knew you like he knew the back of his hand after all. Something that he prided on, a treasured possession of his wonderful knowledge. “You can go back to sleep.”

“No,” Spencer answered immediately. “Talk to me. I miss your voice.”

I miss you was the word that failed to leave his tongue, but he knew you’d known what he implied from his words just fine. Judging from the way he could hear you heaved a sigh from the other line, and a brief pause with you shuffling in the background – he liked to imagine you’re padding across a wooden floor with your favorite fuzzy socks – he knew you understood what he wanted to say.

“I saw a really cute, fat cat earlier today!” your voice laced with excitement. It made his heart clenched, and listening to you rambling about the owner letting you pet the cat and giving them treats made breathing felt like an excessive exercise.

Spencer stared into the ceiling, absorbing every word by words that left from your mouth. If he concentrated just hard enough, he could almost feel your presence next to him, vibrating with excitement. If he tried hard enough, he could form an image of you smiling and laughing perfectly.

“I wish you’re here with me, Spence,” you whispered the last addition, like a leftover from your past excitement and laughter. He almost missed the way you said it.

Spencer paused, his mouth open and closed like a gaping fish out of a pond. Funny how a simple sentence could erase all of his knowledge on English words and made it like an indecipherable language his mind failed to comprehend. He resigned into a long sigh instead, bracing himself to embrace all the waves of crashing emotions that he poured all of his energy over to keep it on bay.

“I–” Spencer shut his mouth again. And just like that, all of the emotions he simply didn’t want to acknowledge earlier came into the surface. Pushing all of his barriers that he built for days, breaking and seeping through the cracks. “I’m jealous.”

That seemingly caught you off guard. “Jealous?” you asked incredulously. He could hear you shuffled in the background again, then he could hear a soft creak of a door being pushed open. There was a long pause from your part and a soft thud of someone landing in a cushion. Probably you’re in bed now. “Jealous of?”

“People who got to see you everyday.”

People who got to be by your side when I couldn’t.

“Baby…” you whispered. He could almost picture the way the edge of your eyes would soften and your lips twitched into a soft smile perfectly.

Spencer wanted to scowl, wanted to reprimand you for having the audacity to call him that. To call him with the name he had associated with comfort and love coming from you, oozing from every inch of your skin. Spencer wanted to be angry even, at you, for worsening the aching in his chest and the longing that pained him more and more as the time ticked by.

“I’m scared you’ll forget about me.”

He knew he was being ridiculous. He felt ridiculous. He was being irrational with his fears and the ache in his chest. You had only been gone for exactly 4 days, 6 hours, and 22 minutes, but it already felt like forever since the last time he saw your face. The fact that you’re a whole continent away from him with the damned time zone that didn’t do anyone any favors only worsen and heighten everything into ten.

“I doubt I can forget someone as remarkable as you are,” you laughed, and he could picture the way your nose would crinkle adorably just fine. “I’m here, baby.”

“But not here here,” he copied the way you’d talked when you wanted to emphasize on something. Spencer smiled when he could hear you snorted a laugh. “I am always my happiest self when I am with you wherever you are. And right now, I am not very happy.”

“Do you want to make me cry?” you asked. Your voice wavered a little bit, and Spencer knew your eyes would gloss with tears that threatened to spill already. “Is that what you want? You want me to bawl my eyes out, Spencer Reid?”

“No,” Spencer huffed a laugh. Ever so dramatic that you are. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.”

“It feels like you just want to make me cry.”

“I am not a meanie who enjoys making people cry.”

“Right now you’re very mean and you’re about to make me cry.”

“Don’t cry,” Spencer cooed, but it was more of a plea rather than anything else. “If you cry, I’ll cry. And then you’ll be a meanie who profited from other people’s tears.”

“Aren’t we quite a pair? We both are meanies who make people cry.”

“An amazing pair,” Spencer affirmed.

You laughed, and he joined you, then it went away just as soon as it came. Silence settled between you two, and Spencer could hear a hitch of breathing from your part. And then a quiet sniffle. Spencer knew there would be tears streaming down your face right now, even though you tried your best to battle it with a wide smile. An unsettling ache settled on his bones upon the bearing knowledge that he couldn’t do anything to wipe the tears away.

Spencer let out a shaky sigh, feeling the tears slowly rolling down his cheeks too. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, too overwhelmed with the wave of emotions that washed through him. He felt every emotion at once, and he couldn’t point which one is which.

“My home is wherever you are,” you break the silence, nearly startled him from the suddenness of your voice reverberated through his phone. “I miss home. I miss you, baby.”

“Come back home,” Spencer begged. He was unashamed about it. “Come back to me.”

“Soon,” you promised, firm and so sure about it. “Soon enough that I’ll be back in your arms before you even know it.”

“Soon,” he breathed.

Spencer could hold into a sweet promise for a little while, salvaging his aching bones and painful heart from not having you by his side. Spencer closed his eyes and slowly drifted back into slumber with the blanket of your sweet promise to be back home soon. A sweet promise that promised a tomorrow of a sweet reunion, something that he looked forward to.

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inhonoredglory · 3 years

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Run Away from Me: A Levi Meta

The core of this meta is to show that, IMHO, Levi’s violence against Historia in Chapter 56 is his emotional fallout from the torture of Sannes, as well as his own guilt at the person he had become. Coming from having only watched the anime, I personally found this placement in the manga of the Historia scene right after both the torture sequence and the Reeves Company alliance as incredibly meaningful, especially for Levi’s character and his emotional journey.

Levi is an immensely compassionate person, someone who wants to aspire to the “unimaginably altruistic” life of Erwin Smith (Isayama, SNK Encyclopedia). So how would this torture he had to inflict affect him? Because imagine for a second: This is the man who was the only one to truly react with horror and sadness at the knowledge that they’d been killing human beings all this time when they fought Titans. This is the man who went out of his way to ally with the Reeves Company in order to answer the Trost townspeople’s woes:

In Chapter 53, Levi is confronted with blatantly disrespectful Trost merchants who think the Survey Corps haven’t done enough to save their town. It’s the everyday things that burden these people—taxes, thieves, putting food on the table. Levi doesn’t once shoot back at them for their criticism. Instead, he listens. And then he spots a woman at the side of a merchant’s stall. She’s holding a baby and her eyes burn into Levi’s. She holds his attention while above him, the merchants continue their tirade. I think Levi’s thinking of his mother here: like this woman, she was a single parent raising a child in a city that is not unlike Trost now, a town abandoned and forgotten by society, poor and struggling. That child reminds Levi of himself, and this time, Levi can do something about it.

This is why Levi goes out of his way to ally with the Reeves Company. Levi and Dimo share a long, deep conversation, demonstrating that Levi’s alliance with them is more personal than merely the company’s strategic value. Dimo Reeves called Levi an “awkward yet kind man.” He goes on the say that Levi will “protect us and the barely-alive District of Trost, even though he doesn’t really have to.” This is Levi answering that townsperson’s accusation that “you in the Survey Corps aren’t working hard enough.” Levi entrusts to the Reeves Company the responsibility to bring the town out of poverty in the new world the SC will create. That’s his compassion, that’s his care, that’s his humility. That’s how he values the lives of people, not just by defeating Titans, but valuing their livelihoods. “A man like that must have come from absolutely nothing,” concludes Dimo.

This is the same Levi we find torturing Sannes.

In Chapter 55, the torture of Sannes happens because of the horrors Hange saw inflicted on Minister Nick. It is Hange’s passion for avenging Nick that drives the torture sequence, their anger at the tortures that had happened under the MP’s First Squad that motivates the payback inflicted by Hange and Levi. Levi’s violence is done, not out of his own desire, but primarily Hange’s. This is not to say that Levi was guiltless or without responsibility for Sannes’s torture; on the contrary, his actions weigh heavily on him, as will be discussed. But it’s interesting to note that out of all the tortures they did, breaking Sannes’ nose was the only retribution all Levi’s own (in reaction to Sannes’ justification of a series of horrific things the MPs had committed).

I also find it relevant that after everything they had done to Sannes, Levi was still visibly shocked at Hange’s overreaction to Sannes’ hesitation to answer their first real question. Because in Levi’s mind, everything they had done up to that point wasn’t torture—in one sense. It was instead a like-for-like payback for the horrors Sannes had inflicted on Nick. Note that it was Levi who had to pull Hange out of the emotional distraction of Nick’s death in Chapter 52, the same emotional distraction that drives Hange to overzealous violence here.

There’s an interesting parallel in what happens next with what Levi had gone through with Annie earlier. Levi threatened Annie with torture of her real body and said he enjoyed intimidating her as she was bound and trapped. Sannes confessed that for him, he enjoyed violence and tormenting the helpless—so why should he complain if these torturers, Hange and Levi, are the same as him? It’s a subtle parallel, but it’s a relevant theme in SNK that everyone, on all sides, are devils and monsters. Or as Sannes says later, “The world will always have people like us.” People who are violent, people who are lunatics, people who condemn themselves and get their hands dirty for the sake of some higher “good.” Sannes’ accusation isn’t lost on Levi, because this is the same Levi who looked at a struggling mother in a forsaken city and did something about it.

Justified violence is still violence. So what if Annie deserved to have her limbs cut off, time and time again, without relief of death? So what if Sannes deserves to have his fingernails torn off, one by one, without even a question put to him? They had, after all, inflicted death and untold horrors on innocent people. But does justice look like this? Does the name of justice absolve your hands from actions this ugly?

Morality is complicated. And Levi is the first to tell you that he doesn’t know how to slice it. “I’m not telling you what’s right or wrong. I certainly don’t know what is” (Chapter 59).

So now in Chapter 56, we come to the scene with Historia, right on the heels of that torture. The first red flag for me went up when Levi realizes he has “forgotten” to tell his squad about Historia’s true bloodline. It’s not that he didn’t intend to tell them, it’s not that he was not supposed to tell them. (Unlike, say, the entire Female Titan arc.) He forgot, and he’s clearly embarrassed when they confront him. Why? Because he’s not supposed to lose focus like that. But he did, because that information came from Sannes, and after that horrendous experience, Levi, like Hange before him, was emotionally distracted. That’s the only reason I can figure for Isayama focusing on Levi’s oversight like this, and showing Levi in such an obviously emotionally awkward place.

Hange isn’t here to translate for Levi, like she did when Levi berated Eren for being unable to harden during the experiments in Chapter 53. Levi takes the scenic, colorful route when explaining his feelings. To Eren, he admitted that his criticism wasn’t about blaming Eren for being unable to harden, stating that “going over our shortcomings and bitching about our situation is an important ritual.”

In this light, we can read Levi’s words and actions with Historia as a complicated picture of his psychological landscape. Notice how just prior to this scene, we saw Hange act out the aftermath of the torture by kicking the table. Levi too reacts, taking it out on Historia.

Imagine where Levi is right now. He’s taken on the role of Sannes in this new world—the executioner, the ultimate killer, Humanity’s Strongest. “Your hands are already dirty. You can’t go back to the way you were,” Levi tells Armin later, but it’s also what he believes about himself. All that idealism that brought him into the Survey Corps—a life bigger than being a thug in the underworld. Did all that idealism bring him here, to do this? He has to make it worth it, he has to make it count for something. It’s what he does every day when his soldiers die under him—he’s been there to make their deaths worthwhile. But who’s there to make the deaths and terrors he’s dealt out worthwhile for him?

Levi’s expression in the last panel is angry, yes, but also wracked with pain.

So when Historia says she’s unfit for the role of Queen, when she says she can’t be Queen because she’s not good enough, Levi snaps. “Then run,” he said, grabbing her. “Run away from us as fast as you can. Because we’re going to do anything and everything to make you do what we want.” Levi’s eyes are downcast, not looking at her, because what he’s saying is more about him than it is about her.

Because he knows he’s dark enough to follow those orders to do the worst things to a human being to make the entire world a better place. He knows it’s in his bones to commit these atrocities. He is afraid of what he found he’s capable of. He’s already come to terms with killing humans as Titans. He’s come to terms with torturing humans as humans. He knows he can and will do horrible, unforgivable things. That’s his strength, that’s what makes him valuable, useful, important. He’s not like other people—“I’m abnormal… probably because I’ve seen far too many abnormal things.” But he’s ready to condemn himself, to make his hands dirty for the sake of others. He’s decided he has to go full through with the darkness he’s committed, because how else can he justify what he’s done? “I’m fine playing the role of the lunatic who kills people like that. I have to be ready to rearrange some faces. Because I choose the hell of humans killing each other over the hell of being eaten. At least that way… all of humanity doesn’t have to be damned.” His are the hands that will be stained with blood, his is the conscience that will be stained, his is the soul that will sink to hell—all so that others’ innocence can be spared.

The 104th look at him like he’s gone mad, abusing a young, helpless girl like that. But they haven’t seen what he had to do. They haven’t seen how bloody his hands have gotten. His violence here is a desperate reaction to get someone to save him. He’s always been able to avenge the deaths of his soldiers. But this time, he is the one in need of redemption. He could not justify his violence completely, he could only plea for her to make them unnecessary in the future. By becoming Queen, it means he won’t have to keep torturing, keep killing, keep shedding human blood. Her becoming Queen means a peaceful transition of power. Her becoming Queen means he won’t have to pave the path to a new government with more blood and more guilt, at least, not more than he has to. He’s enslaved to doing what his strength allows him to do. He’s begging her to not let people ask that of him.

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violettelueur · 3 years

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ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + INUMAKI TOGE || WITH A FLEXIBLE S/O

| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + inumaki toge from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments

| form : headcanons

| published : 29 november

| request : OMG I AM LITTERALLY SIMPING FOR YOUR WRITING LIKE HARDCORE, haha. anyways, if you can, can you do like a headcanon with megumi, toge, gojo and yuji where they find out reader is like scary flexible

| barista’s notes : hi hi! once again thank you all so much for the constant support that you guys have given me, it means the world to me ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ also thank you so much for loving my writings and i hope you love this one! I hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come back soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

ITADORI YUJI:

This man will be S H O C K E D and would probably scream.

He first found out this trait of yours was when Gojo instructed him and you to do some hand to hand/martial smarts combat for his secret training.

He really is surprised on how you are able to move your body in the most uncomfortable positions but still look so graceful while doing so.

On the low, he would probably try to do some of your stunts and would immediately fail - probably having back pains for at least a week or more.

This would cause him to whine and complain about his pain and would continuously ask you how you are able to bend your body the way that you can.

He would also complain about how you are able to avoid so many injuries since you can dodge many attacks.

“Babe! You can bend your body like crazy and dodge so many attacks, it’s crazy!”

“Yuji babe, you legit have superhuman strength and you’re complaining?”

To be honest, you and Itadori are the best fighting partners since your flexibility helped you reach high heights then the average person with your kicks and Yuji can concentrate on the lower body if he needed to.

You two were basically the perfect duo when it can to those situations - kind of like Itadori and Todo (if you have read the manga)

Sometimes, he would also ask you to help him with his flexibility to which you always wondered why, because he was already quite flexible himself - he just didn’t know it and he REALLY didn’t know to avoid injuries when needed.

But you couldn’t ever refuse because that might mean you would be spending more time with your boyfriend - he always made training sessions a little more fun with his witty comments and his clueless self.

Overall, expect to be asked a lot of questions and you telling him many many times not to try these movements himself because he would definitely injure himself in the process.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:

Like Itadori, he himself would also be shocked but wouldn’t express it verbally - more like physically with his facial expression.

How he found out was when you were training with Maki using the wooden poles. Just as Maki was about to strike you with the end of the pole as you stood sideways after missing your previous attack, you were able to bend backwards extremely low before using your pole to sweep Maki’s feet causing her to fall down.

Obviously, Maki knew about this little advantage of yours but it seemed like your boyfriend didn’t - he would place his hand on his lower back and imagine the pain he would go through to do something like what you did.

He would get the shivers.

Sometimes he would ask you if you were in pain after you do one of your stunts and when you say you’re fine, Fushiguro is just in surprise.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” - he would say this when he would randomly massage your back to make sure you weren’t in pain (I just feel like his love language is acts of service you know)

“Mimi, I’m fine really, but thank you for the back massage,”

Of course, no matter how many times you say you’re fine, he would still be worried about - what happens if you break a bone? What happens if you strain something? What happens if you’re stuck in a position?”

Okay Fushiguro Megumi, stop right there…..

Sometimes when both of you are fighting a curse, he would be amazed on how you are able to dodge the many attacks and suddenly turn your body to processed with an attack - leading to his shikigami to defend him since he was slightly distracted.

This leads you to remind him to not get distracted at the beginning of every fight that both of you would get into with a curse.

“Mimi, concentrate on the curse and don’t focus on me okay?”

Overall, he would be worried most of the time - that’s because he cares about you - but is still amazed til this day on your flexibility - just a shocked little Mimi.

GOJO SATORU:

This man is not like Itadori or Fushiguro, no no no.

This man will test how far your body can go and he will have fun doing so.

Sometimes, he is even surprised at just how flexible you really are since he was quite fast with his attacks and for you to go extreme lengths just to dodge them makes him wonder how you haven’t broken a part of your body yet.

However, even with his knowledge, he would still try to see how far you could go - this cheeky little shi-

Sometime he would tease you with the most suggestive things during work and that would just cause many imagines to suddenly pop up in your mind - don’t matter when, to be honest, work, home, during missions, you name it

“I would how far your back can bend down to the bed when I-”

“Satoru if you don’t shut up, I will not hesitate to bend your back until your spine breaks~”

You know the stretches that he did before he fought Sukuna - yeah he got that from you when you explained to him that when you stretch before a fight, your body feels more relaxed and you can bend it in different ways.

But you don’t even have the slightest idea why he does it - you think it’s just to mock you and tease you. But for him, he actually listened to your idea and it really does help him

Let’s just say he’s so cheeky that you have no idea when he is being serious.

Overall, he would be interested in your flexibility, always making use of it for his entertainment and teasing you with jokes that are just appropriate for professional environments.

INUMAKI TOGE:

Inumaki would be surprised but somewhat worried about how your body is handling the constant twist and turns that you would do during training as well as battles.

He would constantly worry on the sidelines during your training session, but he knew that you weren’t harming yourself in any way

But he still was worried.

So at the end of your sessions, he would always ask if you were okay or rather ‘leaf mustard?’ before checking your body to see if there were any bruises from straining.

“Leaf Mustard?”

“Baby, I’m fine, I’m okay,”

But nonetheless, he will still check to make sure there were no physical injuries on you - you couldn’t stop him, so you just let him ease his worries.

Even though he seemed like a distant and quiet person, he was actually very caring and this makes you really love him even more than you already did.

During battles - like Itadori - you and Inumaki are really good partners since Inumaki can use his curse speech to freeze an opponent, leaving you time to attack them however you like before you need to re-treat when time is up.

Overall, expect a lot of worry and care from his boy as he really does care about you since you are technically pushing your body to do stunts that someone usually can’t do.

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darlingpetao3 · 3 years

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House of W (Multiple!Wells x Reader, Chapter 9)

Rating: T

Summary: After having to deal with the deaths of an infinite number of Harrison Wells in the Multiverse, you, a magic-wielding meta, have a breakdown and unwittingly create a happy, fictitious sitcom life with some of your favourite men. In a world of comedy and cameos, can Team Flash and an out-of-town magician break through your powers to save you? And what if you don’t want to be saved...?

A/N: Well folks, it’s the final chapter... I’m not sure it’s actually all that great, but here it is and I hope it’s well received, nonetheless! Thanks for coming on this crazy ride with me <3

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Eobard Thawne clutches his fist down beside him, surely feeling the surge of Speed Force energy running through his entire body once more. He looks like he’s just taken a hit of the most addictive drug—eyes flashing a dangerous crimson, his whole being vibrating at the speed of sound before everyone’s eyes.

The Reverse Flash turns to Libby and Belle—who both remain frozen in place out of sheer shock after realizing that this man isn’t who he claimed to be—and gives them one of his iconic shit-eating grins.

“Thank you, girls,” he says smugly. “I couldn’t have achieved any of this without you. The next time I have your real uncle under my boot, I’ll think of you wonderful girls.”

“What have we done…?” Belle whispers rhetorically to her sister. A speechless Liberty only shakes her head in reply.

Eobard locks eyes with Barry, who stands in the doorway to the kitchen. The villain smirks before he bolts off, running upward along the diminishing forcefield wall and out through one the holes forming in it. Barry watches on as he decides to let his adversary go. He’s learned by now it’s never the last time he’ll see Eobard Thawne. That bastard always seems to find a way back into everyone’s lives. He’s like a cockroach that won’t stay dead.

Yes… Barry will come face to face with the Reverse Flash again. He may not know when, but when he does, he’ll be ready.

Because right now, you need him.

Your world is falling apart.

Again.

The forcefield continues to fall slowly from above. Your time is limited. You know that in mere minutes, everything will disappear, including the people you love.

“Mom, we’re so, so sorry,” Belle tells you desperately. “We thought he was just teaching us how to perfect our powers. It felt like a game!”

“My dear, sweet girls,” you look them straight in the eyes as you explain to them, “I assure you both, it’s not your fault. Okay? You had no idea who he really was or what he was capable of. It’s not your fault, do you understand me?” They nod through their tears. “You two may have grown up incredibly fast, far too fast for my liking, in fact, but I am so thrilled that you were- are mine. You will always be my little girls. No matter what.”

“Thank you for being our mom,” Liberty says to you in all seriousness.

“No one is cooler or stronger than you,” Belle adds with a smile very reminiscent of her fathers’. If these two aren’t careful, you’re going to completely lose it in front of them.

Off in the distance, you spot Barry watching this heartfelt scene play out. You wave him over to meet his nieces, so he can see what you’ve created for yourself up close and personal. Libby and Belle should meet their real uncle, a true hero, before they’re…

Barry places a hand each on the girls’ shoulders. See, Barry? They’re real. And I’ll lose them too. Do you feel my pain now? This is what I live through all the time.

Barry’s eyes begin to glisten until the tiny bulbs of tears hold still, unwilling to fall just yet.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you both,” he tells them. “You’re both such bright stars.” They give bittersweet smiles up at him in silence. You don’t think they fully understand what will come to pass in mere minutes, but you do. You can feel it in your bones.

Barry steps back from your family unit so that you all can have one more last moment together. You take this final opportunity to bring your girls in close for a tight hug, letting a sob escape you despite trying to keep it together for your family. You wave a hand over to your husbands as if to gesture for them to get in on this family group hug, and quickly. They do so promptly, all four of them enveloping you, Liberty, and Belle as if to form a loving hug shield.

“I love you,” you make sure to say these three precious words, making eye contact to each and every one of those you have magicked into being here with you today… before they disintegrate before your very eyes.

And soon enough, you can’t even feel them anymore. The forcefield has vanished within the Lab’s basement, along with the Wells and the twins.

You cry. You shake and your body wracks with the sort of sobs that hurt your throat. Barry makes sure he holds you tightly. Caitlin approaches carefully and ends up holding your hand. Then it’s Cisco who puts his own hand on your shoulder as everyone else in the room looks on at your despair.

***

After some much-needed rest in the Medbay, you awake to a spookily quiet Labs. You’re not sure of the time (or day, even), but regardless, you figure it’s best to head home. Goodness knows it’s probably still in shambles. That’ll need to be fixed.

You heave a sigh as you leave the Cortex.

“Come on, you can sigh louder than that.”

You turn around to find the unexpected voice belonging to Zatanna. You imagine she must have had to recoup as well from the amount of magic she would have used to break through to your world.

“Oh, hey,” you say tiredly. “I take it you’re on your way, then?”

“Yeah, I have a show in Coast City in two days, so I better head off.”

“Listen, I’m really sorry to have brought you into all this madness.”

“No, please. If anything, I should thank you as well as offer my condolences... Your magic is something I've never seen before. Honestly, I’m still intrigued by it.” Zatanna hesitates. “Would it be weird if I gave you my contact information? I don’t come across many others with true magic. I’d love to keep in touch. Maybe we could learn from each other?”

“Yes, of course,” you agree. “I think that’s a great idea.” She hands you her card—a glittery black business card with her name and number.

“So, hey,” she says, “You going to be okay?”

You take a few seconds to think her question over.

“I think, in time, I could be,” you answer truthfully.

“I know it may not be much,” Zatanna says, “but one of my powers involves granting wishes. Before I go, is there anything I can do for you? You’ve been through so much. I’ve seen it. And everybody has something they're hoping for. Something they wish they could change…” She pauses, waiting for your answer, but also seems distracted. You wonder what kind of life this woman has led. What has she done in her past that she regrets or wishes for from the bottom of her heart?

“I only wish for Harrison Wells to be in my life,” you answer honestly. Is that so much to ask for? It seems to be that way.

“Is that what your heart most desires?”

You sigh. “More than anything.”

There’s another pause.

“You know, sometimes you’ll find that our wishes come true on their own, even without magic,” the magician points out ominously.

“That’s code for “I just can’t make that wish come true,” isn’t it?” you joke, somewhat.

“The people that we love—they’re only gone when we stop carrying them with us. How you choose to carry Harrison Wells is up to you.”

You let that sink in and press a hand to your heart. He will always be here with you. Right here. You’ll make sure of it.

“I wish you all the luck and magic in the world, (Y/N),” Zatanna says kindly. “It was nice to meet you.”

You nod in thanks, unsure of how to respond to that. With her aged, thick book under her arm, Zatanna Zatara walks down the S.T.A.R. Labs corridor, but you swear her body vanishes before she rounds the corner…

Despite all the trouble you’ve put her through—everyone, really—with all of this, you can still take comfort in the act of making a new friend.

As you walk through the empty hallways of the Labs, you make it to where the elevator lies. You go to press the button to summon the machine when a ding sounds before your finger even touches the button. The doors slide open, and the face that greets you shocks you to your very core.

“Hello, there,” he says.

In fact, you are so stunned that you take a step back, but in doing so, you stumble and begin to topple over. Luckily, a certain someone’s quick arms catch you in time.

The face you know all too well, Harrison Wells, that is, glows with a calm happiness as he looks down at you in his arms. Behind immaculate see-through frames, his pretty blues eyes twinkle like the stars. He smiles like he knows you. You stare up in disbelief, in relief, and in love.

“Hello… Harrison.”

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