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loganlermanstanaccount · 11 months

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Hello! Could you please write a stubborn, jealous hc for Miguel o'hara? Thank you!!

I had the brainworms, so I hope this is what you were looking for! Thanks for the ask <3

Jealous!Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: jealous!Miguel O'Hara x reader

summary: stubborn HCs for jealous!Miguel O'Hara.

a/n: this was meant to be a drabble and i basically wrote a full fic. i have zero self control lmfao

warnings: smut (fingering, f receiving oral, slight brat taming, etc) right at the very end, 18+ from then onwards, the rest is more pg-13

wc: 3.5k ish

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Long story short: he's a stubborn little shit.

Pig-headed as fuck and it shows up in little things.

Let's say you first met as coworkers, and you were a lab technician at Alchemax.

Think: unstoppable force meets immovable object. He likes his labs just so, with very specific equipment in a very specific configuration.

It drives you crazy, regularly having tiffs outside the labs; much to the chagrin of your coworkers.

"Jesus." Your coworker mutters, wincing at the seemingly heated argument by the water cooler.

"Ignore it, Maeve." Another coworker rolls their eyes, nudging Mave with a snort. "They're at it again . S'pose they'll tire each other out by the end of the day."

Not that they were wrong. But this time, it wasn't your fault: dealing with O'Hara's bullshit had really taken it's toll. He was insufferable, prone to nitpicking and just plain mean. You could hardly be blamed if you gave him some of your own choice words.

"My notes were basically paint-by-fucking-numbers! How could you mess up a simple distillation? When I specify precision glassware , you don't think that's fucking important?"

"Your notes ," You draw air quotes pointedly at him. "-are illegible, you fucking cretin! Maybe if you didn't write like a goddamn pre-schooler-"

"- preschooler? Oh , fuck you!"

"Get your nose out of that highschool Chem textbook, O'Hara, this is a fucking job."

"Yeah? Stop using it to wipe your ass and you might learn a thing or two."

"Oh , so that's what we're doing?" You laugh in his face, so angry your hand curls into tight fists. You get close, staring him down as you look upwards through your lashes. His own face is contorted into a grimace; bushy eyebrows furrowed into deep shadows around his eyes. You can feel his steady breathing before he speaks, low and rumbling.

"I could do this all day, princesa. "

You scoff, ignoring the way his words weaken your knees. The one time you asked for a break during a long lab and he won't stop calling you a spoilt princess. His laughter then stings in your ears now, the ghost of a smirk on his face as you storm off. Miguel O'Hara: smug bastard. He would be the death of you, you're sure.

~~~

You spend many a late night with him, unwittingly, and find out he's more than a stubborn little shit.

You find out he's funny, and shares the same anti-Alchemax tendencies you do: both preyed upon by the company immediately after graduation, young and naive.

He's kind, even though he'd never admit it, often finishing up the lab notes and doing more than his fair share of work so you can go home at a reasonable time.

You both still butt heads, but it turns into a tentative friendship - coffees in the morning hidden as blaise convenience, covering for each other at work, and defending the other when office gossip goes too far.

That's why when he comes back to work after a week-long stint away - something about a blow up with the boss, an issue described as 'miscommunication, promptly smoothed over' by anyone official - you notice… something's different about him.

You first noticed something was off when he walked in without a snide remark. You left a mug overnight at the counter, something that would usually draw a sarcastic comment at the least , but he gives you… nothing. Blank, glassy eyes as he opens up his workstation - clicking away at the keys without so much as a glance.

"O'Hara?" You call, but he doesn't even look up. You walk to his workstation and knock at the desk. He jumps. God, he looks worse for the wear. Heavy bags under his eyes and a bruise blossoming under his collar.

"You okay?"

He rubs his temples, eyes flitting up at you. "Yeah, just…. just a long week, s'all."

You put a hand on his shoulder, and you swear he leans into your touch. "We can reschedule, tonight. The calculations can wait, Miguel."

He gives you a weak smile, but a smile nevertheless. "S'okay. Need to make sure you don't fuck it up."

"Don't push your luck, O'Hara."

~~~

As you get closer, you notice just how stubborn he is to admit the growing tension between you two.

Late nights at the lab turn into takeout at your place, morning coffee turns into a pleasant 20 minutes on the rooftop away from the hustle and bustle - just you and Miguel, talking and joking with a cup of shitty coffee in hand.

Wholly, he seems more assertive at work, not as quick to roll over.

It's hot, you have to admit; watching him fight with someone else other than you.

You're at work drinks with the other technicians and engineers, nursing a watery beer when another colleague makes small talk with you at the bar.

You’ve never been that close to him, and the conversation is amicable enough, but you’re almost bowled over when you see Miguel, in the corner, staring straight at you with a stormy look.

You suppose it's a little pathetic, getting all dressed up for a casual drink. Lips shiny with gloss and gently powdered with makeup, you feel a little out of place. For all your talk at work, actually being here was another thing. Suddenly, your blouse is too tight and your skirt too short. With a manicured finger, you trace the lip of your glass filled with watery beer. You sigh. You don't want to admit it, but you were only here because of Miguel. He said he would come, and now you're sitting on a barstool counting the chips in your glass.

It was probably for the best. You sink into the absentminded chatter of your colleagues around you, until there's a tap at your shoulder.

"Is someone-" He clears his throat; a tall man dressed in a sharp suit nodding gracefully towards the empty chair. "-is this seat taken?"

You shake your head, grateful for the company. He's handsome, sharp features curving into a wry grin as he calls for a drink.

"...and something other than shitty beer for the pretty girl, too." It makes you laugh, light and lilting in the bustle of the bar.

He stretches out his hand, and you take it.

"Eddie Crouch. I work in marketing."

Eddie…. as in… head of the most profitable division of Alchemax? Your eyes widen involuntarily and you try to clamp down your immediate shock, somewhat unsuccessfully. He narrows his eyes as you tumble over your words.

"Y-Yeah, same! I mean, not same , I just work in the l-labs and I thought it was just for us guys, working behind the curtain, y'know? Not that we're not thrilled to have you here, because we a-are." You spill out, wincing. "....Is this about the performance reviews? Because I know output was down this quarter but our projections are-"

"I'm not here to talk about work." He chuckles. You squint, not convinced. As if to alleviate your concerns, he loosens his tie and undoes his top buttons with a flourish.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He leans in, and the air becomes thick with expensive perfume. He twirls the signet ring on his finger, a ring probably worth more than your monthly paycheck.

"Your boss invited me," Discreetly, he stretches a finger at your boss; a man ruddy cheeked and red-faced with alcohol. "Guess he thought it would boost morale. He's a fucking idiot if he thinks having me, the one guy that could fire your entire department without recourse, exchange empty platitudes would boost morale. But, I digress. So here I am, dragging my feet to this bar, thinking I'm gonna get in, read the lines and get out. But then, " He pauses with dramatic effect. "I see the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, just sitting by the bar. Like everyone isn't already falling over themselves to talk to you."

The irony is palpable. It's sickly sweet, and a line that wouldn't usually work on you. But usually, you weren't pining over a man so prickly and stubborn, you shouldn't have feelings for. Here you were, bright cocktail in front of you and a moderately attractive man by your side. He wasn't quite Miguel, but in the words of one of the greatest thinkers of the past age: country girls make do.

And so you make lazy conversation with the man. So lost in a tipsy haze, you barely notice Miguel walk in; dark jacket on his shoulders and deliciously loose slacks. You're drawn to him, his eyes seemingly searching the room, and you sigh into your drink. Technically, he looks like shit: eyes dark-rimmed and sunken, a cut at his brow. You think he is gorgeous, eyes tracing the slope of his nose and plush lips. Like he can sense it, he glances over in your direction and you look away hastily. He's watching , you can feel its burn as you turn, pretending to listen to the man besides you. A little cruelly, you lean into him, not breaking eye contact and curling a hand around his arm to laugh at a stupid joke. Eddie laughs with you, oblivious, as you glance behind him.

Miguel stands with a drink thrust into his hands, looking straight through him, eyes low and gazing at you.

~~~

He insists on walking you home, a steady hand on the small of your back as you stumble through the streets of Nueva York.

You make light conversation, tipsy and giggly from the alcohol. Miguel seems a little more put together, but his chest still creaks with rumbling laughter.

He definitely walks on the side of the pavement nearest the street, because he thinks it keeps you safer.

He walks you up the stairs and by the door of your apartment, like a gentleman. You watch him get nervous suddenly, and he hesitates, stubbornly digging in his heels and pausing you from opening the door and coming in.

You don't want it to end, opting to take the walk up the stairs as opposed to the lift. It's one of your more questionable decisions as you stumble up the stairs, almost tripping over your own feet. Miguel is quick to catch you even though he was just as drunk. Arm around your waist, he leaves searing touches to your hip. You giggle despite yourself, and he can't help but smile at your clumsiness.

"If you break your legs I won't carry you, princesa ." A lie and you both know it. He would carry you to the ends of the earth like a blushing bride, if you asked him.

You both stagger to up the stairs and through the corridor until you reach your front door. You rummage around your bag for your keycard, it's contents click-clacking in the quiet of the hallway. Miguel watches, quieter than he was in the journey. If you looked up now, you would see something else behind his eyes - a storm of apprehension and tension.

You find your keycard, and look up to find Miguel placing a careful palm on the door. He's surprisingly still, eyes on your lips as he steps closer. You look everywhere but to meet his eyes, tracing the curve of his collarbone, the slope of his exposed forearm, and the tempting juncture of his strong jaw. You watch it tense, as he brings a gentle hand to your chin. His thumb swipes over the fat of your lip.

"Got somethin' right… there." He mumbles, before tucking his hand away. You can barely breathe. Without thinking you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together like a gentle hug. You bring his hand to your waist, and he squeezes, ever so gently. Your hand drops and he moves his slowly, knuckles dragging along the smooth silk of your blouse, and then sending shivers when he reaches your bare neck.

He has to bite down the plethora of things running through his head - his drunken brain threatening to spill all his thoughts. You are so beautiful and soft it makes him short-circuit, desperate to pull you close. Instead, you do: hand inching up his chest and laying to rest on his shoulders.

He kisses you, finally ; a little messy and impossibly soft. Like his lips on yours would shatter you both. You deepen the kiss and wrap his arm tighter around you, angling your chin to drink up even more of you. You both come up for air, panting in the heat of one another. Miguel's eyes are full of lust and blown out.

"Do…do you want to come in?" You whisper.

Something catches in his throat and his expression changes, like he just woke up from a dream. Do you just want to sleep with him? He's not built for one night stands, can't do just sex, especially if it's you. No matter how much he wants to, he can't, he won't, "....I shouldn't."

The disappointment on your face is palpable. You want to ask why - after he kissed you like that - why doesn't he want you? Instead you nod dejectedly. He gives you a chaste kiss on the forehead, lingering, and a shaky smile.

You open your door with a buzz, and slam it in his face.

~~~

It takes Miguel some time to properly put a name to what you two have: not knowing if the kiss was a drunken mistake, animal attraction or something more.

He's not a grand gestures kind of person, he believes in action rather than words.

Which is why it takes so long for him to admit just how in love with you he is.

He steals glances at you all the time at the office, and tries to anticipate all your needs.

When you stretch and yawn in the morning, he happens to pass by your favourite coffee place and happens to buy one too many cups of your go-to order.

So imagine his shock when he arrives from his lunch break, churros and coffee in hand, and there's one of the top brass from the night at the bar perched on your desk - 2 polystyrene cupfuls of something half drunk on the desk.

He's never been insecure, but he can't help but feel possessive, something tense and tight growing at the base of his stomach.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" You step into the equipment cupboard, Miguel close behind you. You rub your temples, anticipating an argument. "O'Hara, if this is about my calibration tests this morning, I swear to God -"

"No, no , nothing like that." He's quick to say. "They were… okay." He strains.

You raise an eyebrow. Okay? Since when did Miguel pass up an opportunity for a mindless fight? Your mind races with his actions of the past few days. He has been different since the night at the bar, a little nicer, sure, but nothing this out of the ordinary.

"That guy you were talking to. I saw him at the bar, and now here. Who is he?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. "You do not have the right to ask me th-"

"Are you fucking him?" A pause, and you study his expression, deducing that he is completely fucking serious .

"Are you insane? You definitely don't have the right to ask me that." You make for the door, and he steps in front of it, blocking it with his body.

"I need to know. Tell me and then I'll leave you alone, I promise." His voice is low and thick with something.

You step closer and he wraps his hands around your waist absentmindedly. The pressure feels good, and makes your brain fog up.

He repeats himself, softer. "Are you fucking him?"

You look at him for a moment, before shaking your head. His facial expression is steady, just as unreadable.

"Do you want to?"

You hesitate, wanting to be cruel and say yes, just to see his reaction. Perceptive, he sees your hesitance and says something that almost knocks you over.

"I could fuck you better than he ever could," He kneads your thigh now, lips close to the shell of your ear in the tight space of the cupboard. " Princesa , look at me."

You look at him, almost whimpering and putty in his hands. He's like a siren and you are lost in the pull of his gaze. It may be the proximity, but you swear you see a tinge of red in his eyes, like deep pools of lust.

"Will you let me fuck you?" He pulls you closer so the meat of his thigh presses against your clothed cunt. Your stretchy pencil skirt rides up suggestively, and you rock your clit against him, searching for sweet pressure. You nod.

Miguel titters softly, a hand on your chin pulling your lips to his. You moan into his kiss, body aching. It's hot and heavy like the kiss outside your door, but he swirls his tongue around yours and expertly nips at your lower lip. He guides your hips to rock against his thigh, tensing to make sure it's corded muscle hits the right places. He wants to break you apart, leave you so cock-drunk, you wouldn't think of even glancing at another man.

You separate and he dips a hand under your skirt. He pulls it up and places a big palm at your pussy, with a well timed slap. You bite into his neck with the pressure. You definitely don't expect it when he rips open your stockings like they were paper.

"Fuck, Miguel."

"It's okay, baby, I'll get you new ones." Your eyes roll back as he slips aside the gusset to run a finger through your lower lips. Shamelessly, he slips a finger in, then two, basking in the wet squelch of your heat. You claw at his forearm, as he curls them into that sweet spot.

You press your forehead to his shoulder, chasing his fingers with your hips. His sharp eyes watch every movement, every stutter and start that his fingers pull from you. He's practical, a man of action, and he is desperate to show you how much he cares.

"I've thought about you… about this." He hisses as you cover your mouth to dampen your moans.

"Wanted you for so long, princesa. Want to know how you taste, what this beautiful pussy feels like. What you look like when you cum."

His wrist aches with the back and forth motion but his pace barely faulters.

" M-Miguel …"

He applies pressure to your clit, and watches in awe as you spasm, nails digging into his forearm.

" Oh, there it is. Right there, hmm? Does that feel good?"

You nod frantically with a stifled sob.

"Not quite, baby. Need to hear you say it. Or I won't let you cum."

"...fuuck you."

" Oh, you'd like that. Still not what I want to hear. Tell me how much you like it when I fuck you with my fingers."

"F-Feels good." You stutter. He stops, wrenching his hand out of your pussy to leave you clenching around nothing.You almost scream.

"You're being a brat, not my princesa , hmm? Only good girls get to cum."

" Miguel , please. I'll do anything." He guides you along his thigh, still lodged between your legs, and licks up your wetness on his other hand. "You m-make me feel so good. So good. And I want you so much it hurts, sometimes. I just want to cum, don't even need your cock. Fuck me with something , please."

"Miguel? Not asshole? Or fucking idiot, this time?"

"Please, Miguel ." Your pleas go straight to his cock. He throbs with need, cock rock hard under his slacks.

He relents, not able to bear your dopey puppy-dog eyes for much longer. He slips three fingers in, without bothering to prep you. He hisses at the tightness of your heat, pounding into you and knuckle deep with his fingers. Shamelessly, you fuck yourself back on them, hips rolling over his thigh. He can't tear himself away from the sight, palming himself through tented trousers.

You kiss and nip at his neck, as he whispers obscenities at you under his breath.

"Can you cum for me, princesa? Cum f'me, and I'll take care of you, I promise."

You clamp down on his fingers and moan into a kiss as you ride out your orgasm. It's intense: leg-shaking and leaves you shuddering in the aftermath. You were rusty, sure, hadn't had sex with someone in a while. But Miguel made you cum so hard you saw stars, with only his fingers. Your chest heaves with the thought.

You thought he would leave you, torn stockings and all, in the little cupboard. But he stays, to sink down to his knees and lap at your folds. You rest a hand on a shelf for purchase, head back in bliss. You cunt is still sensitive, throbbing at the orgasm he's just given you, as you licks you clean. He's taking care of you. You card your hands into his hair, tugging gently as he moans into your pussy.

He gives your clit a gentle kiss, and swipes up a trailing tear that rolls down your inner thigh. You watch as he pops his fingers into your mouth, cleaning off the cum. Your cum.

Miguel gives you a lazy grin in the bare bulb of the equipment closet. He seems completely unfazed by the fact his fingers were in you not a moment ago.

"Are you free after work?" He asks, and it takes a moment for you to process.

"Uhhh… s-sure. Probably?"

"Let me take you for dinner, somewhere nice."

All you can do is nod, dumbly, ripped stockings still around your ankles.

"And then I can fuck you properly, princesa."

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Surprise (Matías Recalt x Female Reader)

Requested by: wallowins3lfpity

Summary: You haven't seen your boyfriend, Matías, in months because he is busy working on the set of LSDLN. He unexpectedly shows up on your doorstep one night.

Warning: Smut

It has been months since you have had the chance to see Matías in person. You haven't felt his warmth in so long. Yes, you facetime him and call him on your phone, but that wasn't enough. You needed him so badly. You watched the behind the scenes of LSDLN and also interviews only for him, wishing he would come back. His handsome face, which included pale skin, brown eyes, and pink lips, drove you crazy. You longed for his touch, whether that would be a hug, a kiss, or even more than just that.. You didn't want to seem clingy, so you just left him alone.

Little did you know, Matías also felt the same way. He'd look at pictures of you on his phone of you on dates or just regular selfies, you know, innocent stuff, and occasionally, in suggestive outfits and positions when he really needed you. His imagination went wild. He'd continuously excuse himself with a raging boner in his boxers and a blush painting his pale cheeks to a private space when possible. All of the other boys were suspicious whenever this happened. They weren't stupid. Of course, they knew what he was really doing in that private space. They also knew how much he really missed you and joked around with him about his long-distance relationship.

The wait was painfully long. One month.. two months.. it kept going on and on. During the nights, whenever you craved for each other's touch and it was becoming unbearable, you both would send nude pictures of yourselves along with texts and phone calls that would make the devil sweat. You slept with one hand on your breast, wishing it was his. Matías would wrap his hand around his dick, with his eyes closed, wishing that it was yours. Your dreams felt more and more realistic. A recent dream was when Matías played around in your asshole and you played around in your pussy. You woke up covered in cold sweat while breathing heavily.

It was becoming harder to focus on your daily tasks. At your job, even at your apartment. You never called your apartment "home" because the only home you knew was in Matías' arms. People noticed you daydreaming during conversations with them. Everything around you reminded you of Matías. Places like coffee shops where you both would regularly have dates. A restaurant that specifically sold Argentine dishes. The same went for Matías. He couldn't focus at all on filming. There were multiple cuts where he had stuttered or forgot his lines. This caused the filming to take much longer.

A few months into filming, you were alone at your apartment. You decided to treat yourself with a bubble bath, something to do instead of masturbating and thinking about him all day. You turned on the faucet of the bathtub and adjusted the temperature to hot. A few squirts of your favorite soap went in the hot water, and it was perfect. You put your long hair down (or you just left it alone if you have short hair). Your shirt went over your head, and your pants fell to the ground. Your panties followed after your pants, and you unhooked your bra. You removed your socks, and you put one foot into the tub when the doorbell suddenly rang. Frustrated, you put on a bathrobe and stomped to the door, opening it.

"Fuck off!" You shouted at the man standing in your doorway. It was Matías. Filming hadn't ended yet. Why was he here? You wondered. His face went from a happy to a surprised expression. His eyes also widened. "Well, hello to you too. You kiss your mother with that mouth?" He jokingly said with a giggle. You didn't respond. You were still shocked at his unexpected appearance. "Are you going to let me in or not?" He said with a smile. You moved out of his way, and he entered your apartment. He had no luggage, and it seemed like he left it at a hotel somewhere.

The both of you went into the kitchen. Matías was thirsty and helped himself to a glass of water. "Shouldn't you be filming?" You finally spoke up. "Well, yeah, but we're in the midst of a break, so I decided to visit you for a while, and then I'll go back to continue filming." He responded and took a sip of his glass. He then sat down at the nearest table. You followed, too. Matías was desperately trying to control himself. His leg was bouncing, and his hands shaking. Drops of water spilled from his mouth when he took a sip of his glass since his hands were so shaky. You tried to control yourself as well, but you decided to have some fun teasing him, too. Your legs crossed, and you opened your bathrobe just a little bit to reveal some cleavage.

You could feel Matías' eyes focus on your presence. He was staring and very distracted. There was silence until he abruptly got up from his chair and pulled you up. Your lips were dangerously close, and your heart was beating out of your chest. You didn't waste any time and immediately smashed your lips onto his. At first, you both went slow until he entered his tongue into your mouth. This was enough to destroy your patience and the pace of making out sped up. Saliva dripped from your chin. You licked his lips. He sucked on your tongue. You tasted each other's saliva. He went down to your neck and left marks on the skin. He bit and nibbled on the skin. Then he licked and sucked on the marks. He had marked his territory.

Suddenly, Matías pulled away from the kiss. He looked at you with a smirk and said, "bedroom?" You shook your head, yes. He lifted you up bridal style, and the two of you went off to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed gently and climbed over you.

What you have been waiting for months now is finally going to happen. Matías untied your bathrobe, and your body was exposed to the cold air. Your nipples immediately hardened, and the hairs on your skin rose. Matías absolutely loved your body. He helped you love yourself. He kissed every mole, freckle, scar, and birth mark on your body. He would build a sculpture of you if he had the skill. First, he admired your body from top to bottom for a few seconds before kissing you again on your lips. He moved down to your neck with his tongue and stopped at the middle of your breasts. He sucked on your left nipple while licking it, and his right hand caressing the other breast. His eyes still focused on your face. He wanted to see your facial expressions and how you melt completely from his touch.

Matías grinned devilishly. He didn't focus too much on your breasts and went down. Giving kisses to your stomach, abdomen, and thighs. He tugged at your pubic hairs, and his nose brushed against it. He was so close, but yet still so far from where you really needed him. Finally, he gives a quick lick on your clit. You let out a small moan. He grins more against your pussy. He begans to lick and suck on your clit. He also uses two of his fingers to put inside of you. The sensation of being fingered and licked at the same time was too much to handle.

"You taste so good." Matías whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear. During the whole session, he never looked away. His attention stayed on your face. His brown eyes were so seductive. You couldn't bear to keep eye contact with him. "Look at me with those beautiful eyes." He said, you obeyed. You kept moaning, and it was like music to his ears. His favorite song. You felt like something was coming. It felt like you and Matías were the only ones that mattered in the world right now.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at you. Once you caught your breath, you looked back and saw that his lower face was completely covered in your juices. He still had that grin on his face. You can't help but feel embarrassed. This had never happened before. Before you could speak, Matías said, "You squirted, but I really liked it." You responded with a soft smile. He was still clothed, and you wanted to rip off everything right then and there.

Matías was kinda shy showing his body to you. He wasn't muscular but thin. You always complimented him because it made him feel better. He was like a greek god in your eyes. His self-esteem had majestically improved ever since your first time. Matías began to undo his blouse. One button, two buttons.. he teased you by taking his time, and he was painfully slow. So you decided to get up and just rip off his blouse. The buttons flying everywhere. To the ground. His eyes widened. You caressed his chest and nipples, feeling cold and soft skin. You also gave kisses everywhere on his torso, which left hickies. Hints of purple on his white skin. You pulled and twisted his pink nipples. They became sore from you playing with them. They were also hard and sharp enough to cut paper.

Your hands traveled down and stopped at his bulge, which was getting bigger every second. You unbuckled his belt and threw it to the ground. His pants dropped, and he was in his tight boxers. It was so tight. In fact, you could the outline of his dick. He was suffering through these tight boxers. You massaged his dick through the fabric while also squeezing it, and you pulled him closer. To the point where you were poking him with your nipples. He giggled at the feeling. Finally, you grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. His hard dick sprung up, and he groaned. There were sparks of precum dripping from the tip.

You wrapped your hand around his dick and began to stroke it slowly. Matías held on to you for dear life as you gave him a hand job. It has been so long, and he could pass out at any moment from all the simulations. Your other free hand went down to massage his balls. Squeezing them and also pulling them. His eyes rolled back as he grew more and more sensitive to touch. More precum dripped down his length. Veins also pulsating on the base of his length. You could feel his breath growing heavy.

You removed your hand from his dick. He whined as he wanted more. You looked at him with a smirk while laying down on the bed behind you and then opening your legs. You both still kept eye contact. Matías didn't waste any time and got on top of you in between your legs. You could feel his dick poking your inner thigh. He was so close to being inside you. Matías gave you one last kiss on the lips before lining his length against your pussy. Rubbing the tip against your clit. "Say you want me!" He shouted. He loved to watch a woman beg before absolutely destroying her.

"Oh.. I want you so bad.." You whispered. Your hands covered your red face.

"Hm? I couldn't hear you!" He shouted yet again, the tip of his dick still rubbing against your clit.

"Oh, I want you ins-" You said more louder and were cut off when Matías rammed himself inside of you. He was an impatient man. Your walls clenched around his dick. You were very tight, and it hurt him so well. Matías laid on top of you but was careful enough not to put his entire weight on you. His hand caressed your cheek as you adjusted to his size. He never looked away from you as well. A few minutes had passed, and you signaled him to move. He got the signal, and he slowly began to move his hips. One thrust, and you're already gushing around his dick. Your juices soiling the bedsheets underneath you.

You finally got what you wanted after so many months. The wait was worth it. You wished this would last forever, though. Matías was very vocal in bed. He sounded like a pornstar and was just as loud as you. His groans and growls alone were enough to make you orgasm. You would never guess that these noises were coming out of a gorgeous man like him. His pace grew faster as he fucked the shit out of you. Your hands grabbed and squeezed his petite ass, urging him to go deeper. The room got steamy; the sounds of your pussy grew wetter with each thrust and your moans became more higher pitched. Suddenly, Matías' hand went down to rub your already swollen clit. He pinched and rubbed it as he abused your hole.

His balls slapped against your ass and he attacked your neck with kisses again. Licking all the marks he had made previously. He was proud of his creations. He wanted everyone to see those marks so they could know that you're his. He runs his tongue down your neck. He pulls away and looks at you. You couldn't help but stare at his half-lidded eyes, sweaty bangs covering his forehead, pink cheeks, and his mouth, which was still covered in your juices from before. "Oh fuck, I love you, Y/N Recalt!" His eyes rolled back and his arms felt like jelly, he was getting closer to his orgasm and his arms could give up at any second. You were shocked at him saying your name and his last name, but then your face shrieked with delight and you responded,

"I love you too, Matías Recalt!"

Matías' face lit up with glee. He was officially the happiest man on Earth. His thrust grew more sloppy and faster. You scratched his back. You could draw blood. You wanted to leave marks on him too. Your eyes still looked into his so you could see his orgasmic face. You felt the same feeling in your stomach again, like when Matías was eating you out. It felt like a flower about to bloom. You kept moaning Matías' name, and he did the same.

"Oh, God! Matías, yes!" You screamed with everything in you. You wrapped your legs around him. You exploded, and the flower had bloomed. You squirted around his cock and it also had dripped out of you. Your bedsheets were ruined even more. It's going to be one hell of a laundry day tomorrow.

"Ah shit, Y/N!" He cursed and fell on top of you. He released his load deep inside you, the white liquid dripping out of you. He pulls out his dick which is completely covered in your juices. He laid down next to you because he felt like he was too heavy on top of you.

The both of you laid there in silence. There were no worries at the moment as you both embraced each other's existence. Hands holding and hearts beating as one. Nothing could ever bring you two apart.

God, you're so lucky to love someone like him.

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bridgetoesoteria · 3 months

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🖤Breaking baddie🖤: Describing your 'dark feminine' energy. How to channel it?

Hola malacitas 😘 (i hope that actually made sense lol).

First things first, what is "dark feminine" energy?

Yes, this is the **first website that comes up when you google "dark feminine," but it is pretty thorough and comprehensive! I liked it the most out of all the others. The others either repeated the same points or had too many outdated/black-or-white views. Feel free to do your own research however. There are plenty of videos on YouTube as well. **One caveat...when you get to the part about tapping into DF energy, I disagree with #8 (specifically).

(We're going to keep this post light and I'll dedicate a separate post to my personal viewpoints.)

So I will be telling you all about your personal DF "archetype." I will also provide guidance on how you channel your DF energy.

I am so so excited for this! Eek 🙊 Okay, options below, left to right. I hope it resonates!

I am using a few different decks. I won't be adding pictures but I will provide what cards I drew.

Pile 1

Off the bat: I am hearing "no fuss" and also "ruthless," which is interesting considering the image you chose. I was also hearing the lyrics "all I do is win, win, win no matter what." So I'm getting some really bad ass energy right away! Come thru mob girlies!

4-Card Spread: 4 of Diamonds, 8 of Diamonds, 7 of Hearts, Joker. Bottom of deck is 6 of Clubs.

It's funny you have the 6 of Clubs (wands) on the bottom of the deck. I was hearing those lyrics about winning. This is a card that signifies victory and public recognition or celebration. I feel like the DF side of you is really bad ass! I'm also getting a pinch of "lover girl" energy. Its kind of like you have perfect formula sugar+sheist+everything nice! lol

This energy isn't afraid to be in the spotlight but is also quite comfortable in the shadows. You may be (or this is what other people think) the type to use underhanded to get ahead. Its not personal but you gotta do what you gotta do. I'm also getting an energy of it is easy for people (I'm hearing "dudes" so maybe some of you talk like that) to get attached and feel led on. But I think you are married to the hustle.

Some of you may not regularly reside in this energy and could be put off by the description. But that is exactly why its dark feminine energy. It pokes and antagonizes the status quo, which is where most of us reside from day to day. Traditionally, feminines are not painted as cunning, street-wise, heartbreakers. Your DF energy pushes back against those constraints placed on feminines that require prioritizing the group over self. Not that anyone asked but I think that's actually kind of amazing.

Of course you don't have to reside in this energy and adopt some toxic alter ego, but there probably are some gems hidden here. People who move like this are usually made, not born. In some way, they learned that survival=competition, so you learn to "stay ready so you don't have to get ready." Your motto as a DF would be "every (wo)man for themselves," making betrayals feel less personal because...well it just isn't, as crazy as that sounds.

Advice: The Devil, Queen of Swords, King of Wands, The Star. Bottom of deck is 7 of Swords + Mute (Oracle)

I'm getting a strong message about speaking up. I am using Tarot de Carlotydes and in this deck the 7 of Swords is depicted as a sword swallower. Which I always interpret as "swallowing" the truth. Then as I was focusing on this group's image, I realized the cabinet behind her is full of skulls, reminding me of "skeletons in the closet." Then finally we have a literal Mute card:

The Mute is told what to hear, say and think and is often suppressed. Sometimes breaking the chains against heeded words may be rewarded.

So you currently may be the complete opposite of your DF energy. One of the keywords for the Mute is "insecurities." I feel like a lot of you are sleeping on yourselves. 🔊AND ITS TIME TO WAKE THE F UP!

Maybe you are trapped in your light feminine energy. I say trapped because it feels like you are forced into that box. Super passive, loss of control. Where your DF energy would insist on speaking up and standing out, you may just keep your head down and avoid any trouble.

I'm hearing specifically that some of you love writing poetry but may have someone who discourages you from pursuing this interest. You may want to present your poetry to an audience and they tell you that no one wants to hear what you have to say. For others, they are saying no one wants to hear from you about something else.

If you are used to toxic and restrictive connections or friendships, you are being called to step out of that. Get used to asserting your boundaries, "do not speak down about my hobbies," "if you cannot allow me to think for myself, then we can not continue our relationship." I think you definitely have it in you.

Another keyword listed is "hope." I think some of you may enjoy singleness and being single-mindedly focused on you and your goals, more fulfilling than you think. It can be healing to finally feel like the star of your show.

TL;DR: Your DF energy definitely has a bit of edge to her. She does what she has to do to move ahead and she prefers to fly solo. Even if that is not where you are right now, this energy already exists within you. Once you drop the dead weight--be it toxic family, toxic friends, or a toxic partner--you will see how quickly you flourish. You have every right to speak your truth and protect your peace. Its time to peel yourself off the wallpaper and start standing out and speaking up!

Pile 2

Off the bat: I wasn't getting anything with this group. I found that strange and wondered if I wasn't "tuned in." I think this represents your mental space when you are in your DF energy. You are clear minded and have a "sober" outlook. Maybe some of you are literally sober or are considering it.

4-Card Spread: 2 of Clubs, Queen of Spades, 8 of Spades (R), Ace of Hearts/7 of diamonds. Bottom of deck is 9 of diamonds.

I am very strongly getting that there is something noteworthy about your DF's decision making abilities. Maybe that sounds "boring," but its actually pretty admirable! The world often sends the message that feminine energy does not possess strong cognitive abilities. When feminines contradict this stereotype, they can be labeled as "cold," "mean," "masculine," or met with hostility.

I'm honestly getting that the DF in you does not care. You may naturally lean more to this side in every day life. Or this is where you could be if you tapped into your DF energy more often.

You make clear decisions and keep it moving. You do not allow your thoughts to keep you tangled up in a web of confusion and indecision. Some of you could be really good at chess. I am getting that kind of energy. Calculated, self-assured, and making decisions with no intentions of taking it back.

You are quite comfortable standing on your own, and pouring into your own little world. I get the image of a woman who lives on a quiet estate, walking through her garden, with birds chirping and flying above. Have any of you watched the movie Men (2022)? I loved the imagery in that film and that's kind of the vibe I am getting now. A lot of horse girlies may have picked this pile.

I feel you being very unbothered, above drama. Your DF energy would love to find a masculine that can match your energy. You are good on your own so you won't allow anyone disruptive into your peaceful little domain. You do not make impulsive decisions in love and you are willing to wait for a new opportunity that is worth the investment. With the king of diamonds two cards under the 9 of diamonds, I do feel like this DF energy could pull the kind of masculine you desire.

Your DF energy really shines in STEM related jobs, corporate spaces, or any position that requires a sharp mind.

Advice: Ace of Swords, 10 of Swords, 4 of Wands, Knight of Cups. Bottom of deck is 10 of Wands + Spider (Oracle)

As soon as I pulled the ace of swords, I heard "get used to speaking your truth." I also heard stop entertaining "little boys." I don't think this is in terms of age, I think this referring to the maturity level of masculine energies you may usually deal with. I am in no way encouraging that you pursue anyone older. (Honestly, that does not guarantee emotional maturity or respect. But that's another convo).

I think this message is about the expectations you set for your partners. There is nothing wrong with expecting them to match you. They can either rise to the occasion or be left behind. If you hold this potential inside of you to be a queen of swords, queen of pentacles, and 9 of pentacles. Then I'm sure that energy exists out there in a suitable counterpart. The ten of wands is encouraging you to keep forging forward. I don't like preaching to be "strong" and "endure," but this is different. You are being strong for yourself. If you have to walk alone right now, it gets tough at times, but you are doing it with purpose. It will pay off.

For some this may literally require you to live alone. Its interesting that I keep getting messages about homes. I got a lot of diamonds/pentacles in the last spread, which also can deal with the home and related practical matters. "Home" is one of the keywords for Spider. The Moon is on the bottom of the deck, I think it is also relevant. This is what the guidebook has to say about each:

The Spider traps those who wander into her web. Keywords: Control, Home, Familiarity, Comfort, Trapped, Security. The Moon is not always as she seems. Her delicate glow seeks for hidden truths while blinding others to her own. Keywords: Confusion, Apprehension, Suspicion, Feelings.

You may need to be more discerning when it comes to who you let into your home and/or your heart. You might need to create a little confusion when it comes to what your next move is. Everyone does not deserve your energy or to be held on to.

Spiders can also be associated with anxiety. In regular tarot, I do consider the moon to be a card that can speak about mental health. So some of you may need to make these changes for your own sanity, literally.

TL;DR: Your DF energy is a very strong and self-sufficient queen of swords type. She thinks clearly, can make decisions without questioning herself, and always stands on business. She has high standards for those who come around her because she has built a beautiful life for herself and will vet anyone who wants to join. This self-respect and authenticity helps to attract a suitable mate. One who can match this go-getter, no bs energy. The key to channeling this energy is to start living in it now. Trust your decision making abilities, don't announce or seek validation before you make a necessary personal decision. Staying true to yourself and becoming more independent will pay off.

Pile 3

Off the bat: When I looked at the image for your pile, I immediately heard "I'm not one of those/your little girls." So whew! We are coming in hot! Also hearing "I wish a b---- would."

4-Card Spread: 7 of Hearts, Jack of Clubs, 2 of Clubs, Joker. Bottom of deck is 5 of Hearts.

I am getting more light-hearted energy in this pile than the previous two. Maybe a lot of young, or young-at-heart, people have chosen this pile. This DF energy could easily pull many suitors but she views lovers as more of a "fun time," not so much a "long time." You could also be a little toxic toward lovers. Makeup to breakup, or honestly sometimes its just breakup lol.

This energy is quite fiery and uninhibited. Some of you could be fire signs, specifically Sagittarius. Or I am getting that because of what Sag represents: free spiritedness, adventure, luck. No wonder this DF energy resists being tied down. The world is literally your oyster and you knows it!

This DF energy is also a little scrappy. Have any of you watched the Bad Girls Club? You know how there would be that one person who has a temper, then gets a little too messed up when they go clubbing and ends up wanting to fight everyone... When you see red, people need to clear your path! I do get a bit of a party girl energy which is not surprising considering I was picking up on Sag.

This DF does not have a problem fulfilling her emotional needs. You will always make sure your cup is full. You will always make sure you are having a good time. You realizes that you have this amazing, fortunate energy and unapologetically harnesses it to get the most out of life. I think your DF self is also likely to be single and happy that way. Picking yourself up after disappointments in love is no problem because there are plenty more where they came from. You have an abundant mindset when it comes to love and life.

Advice: Queen of Wands, The Hanged Man, Ace of Swords, 5 of Cups. Bottom of deck is 5 of Swords + Ghost (Oracle)

In order to channel this DF energy, some of you may literally have to ghost someone. I am not surprised the energy of having to cut people off has been coming up. Sometimes the company we keep can really hinder our growth and self-expression. The hanged man is about surrender and next to the ace of swords, I sometimes see this combo as maintaining no contact. Ghost could also be taken literally.

But I think Ghost is also talking about a tendency toward self sabotaging and shrinking yourself. This is the total opposite of the DF energy that I just channeled. Its like the past and your insecurities have a tendency to haunt you and keep you stuck. You may also try to make yourself invisible. In the guidebook, the word forgotten repeats itself twice for this card:

The Ghost lingers, forlorn and forgotten. Keywords: Hidden, Mystery, Forgotten, Spiritual Matters, Fears, Faith

You will need to work on your self-confidence. When you are more confident in yourself, you will be more confident in your decision making abilities. You will be more authentic with the way you present yourself to the world because it won't matter whether people approve or disapprove. You know who you are. With the 5 of cups, there could be something that you are still grieving or regretting but you can bounce back from this! Channel your inner phoenix and allow yourself to blossom. Its time to reinvent yourself!

Be open to all the great things life has to offer you. Guided meditations for gratitude and self-confidence/self-love could be very beneficial. Trust that the flow of life is always leading you to something wonderful. Trust that you are allowed to call the shots in your reality. Do your part then trust and let go.

TL;DR: Your DF energy is very spicy! She is popular and free-spirited. She knows that life has so many different adventures to offer and she does not let anything stop her from exploring them. This DF is likely to be single or somewhat noncommittal. She does not mind flying solo and knows she can always find another mate. She is also quite lucky and manifests fortunate events with ease. To channel this energy you will need to drop any dead weight and increase your confidence in yourself and your decision making abilities. You could benefit from some form of self-help resources like books and guided meditations. And if it is accessible to you, therapy, support groups, or other resources that will help your create a stronger you.

Pile 4

Off the bat: I am getting a pretty serious energy. Some domme energy or you could just be a pretty dominant woman. This could be describing you or your DF energy. I keep hearing strawberries and champagne. Is that even a real thing? I've never met anyone who enjoyed that combo.

4-Card Spread: 4 of Clubs, Jack of Diamonds, Ace of Hearts, and Ace of Spades. Bottom of deck is Queen of Spades

I am still getting some of that super assertive and stern feminine energy. I could see your DF self working being a principal. I am also hearing headmaster/headmistress. I think she would love working with children but not in the traditional, mushy-gushy light feminine way. Its more of a "I have/enforce rules because I love you" type of energy . You believe in structure and order. If this isn't working with children, this could also apply to raising children. I could also see this DF running an orphanage. I did hear "rule the roost" while I was shuffling, so no matter how this resonates, you definitely are not afraid to lead.

You are generous and wise. Beneath the stern exterior is a lot of love and compassion. Your soft spots are not visible until you take a closer look at what you invest your time and energy into. This kind of energy could also attract less mature suitors, because it intimidates them yet they are so infatuated. You carry yourself with grace and probably won't entertain them. You are much more suited to be their mentor than anything.

Going back to the original domme energy I was getting. You may actually prefer partnerships that allow you to wear the pants. You don't really want a masculine energy coming in and dictating to you. You can run your own life just fine and would rather partner up with someone who can understand that. I don't think you want someone that is "weak" either, its more like you desire the cliche of the masculine that calls the shots in the board room but is more submissive/passive at home. They are secure enough to be with a feminine energy as strong as them.

Some of you as DF would be comfortable living a "nontraditional" life. Nontraditional as far as feminine energy is concerned anyway. You may prefer live-in partners, or life partners, over traditional marriage. You could identify with being poly or something similar. You would love to travel and always seek to broaden your horizons. This is the type of person you would expect to have "summer homes." You could also decide to not have children or you would want to wait on having/adopting children. You love living authentically because of how freeing it is to just be you. You don't care what outsiders think of your life because you know you are doing what works best for you.

Advice: 3 of Swords, 5 of Pentacles, 9 of Swords, Queen of Wands (R). Bottom of deck is The Devil + Soil (Oracle)

To channel this DF energy more, you will need to master the art of not giving a shit. Some of you could be currently suppressing this energy. I really don't think its that far out of reach for all of you. Its just your fear that is keeping you trapped.

For some of you this trapped feeling is because you are in the closet. I am not telling you to come out because I don't know how that would impact your life. I want you to stay safe! However, maybe you can seek out queer friendly spaces. Or spaces that are supportive of whatever group you identify with.

There could also be a heartbreak that has left you questioning yourself. In the Tarot de Carlotydes, the 9 of swords is depicted as a woman chained in a dark room, with a flower in her hand and broken heart drawn on a piece of paper. I always see this card as being tortured over a disappointment. In this particular deck, I see as a mental prison that you feel trapped in because you are clinging to and rehashing an event. Holding onto this event keeps the pain fresh or recurring. It is time to release it.

Do not internalize other people's actions and shortcomings. It is not a reflection of you. You are who you decide to be. Do not dim your shine for anyone. Do not stunt your growth either. I'm not sure what it is that is holding you back but you have the potential to be the brightest star! You can be strong, and confident, and assertive. There is this little ball of power inside of you, that can grow if you allow it. Soil echoes the same message I am seeing in tarot. You must let yourself bloom:

The soil is a conduit of both growth and decay. Eyes forward, rooted to the past and reaching to the skies, she'll grow. Keywords: Balance, Forward, Growth, Duty, Building.

Some of you may use less than healthy tactics to cope. Maybe you should think of yourself like a plant. What are you fertilizing your soil with? What are you using for watering? Put the best in, get the best out.

TL;DR: Your DF energy is a L-E-A-D-E-R, okay?! She calls the shots in every area of her life. Some suitors are attracted to her because their immaturity is infatuated with her self-assured, mature energy. However, she prefers an equally strong partner at her side but this does not mean she wants to be led. No, she wants someone that respects her as an equal but allows her to take the lead. She lives life on her terms, loves on her terms, and does not care what anyone else thinks of that. She does have a soft spot but that is not for everyone. This nurturing energy could be channeled into working with children in some capacity. In order to step into this energy, you will have to untether yourself from insecurity and heartbreak. You already have this power inside of you, its only a matter of letting it grow. You don't have to deny what you have been through or the way it impacts you, but it also does not have to hold you back. Replace your unhealthy coping mechanisms with healthy ones.

As previously stated, I have a planned post that will expand on my views about feminine energy and other spiritual topics. I am really looking forward to sharing my thoughts and hope you all will chime in! I would love to start a discussion.

Until then ❤

~ K

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heartfullofleeches · 5 months

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Cholly and Jessica rabbit darling 🙏🙏 maybe a blurb?

Toon Yan + G.N "Jessica Rabbit" Singer Darling Blurb

There's a certain bar in town.

The walls haven't received a fresh coat of paint since opening day and the drinks are piss poor at best yet lines wrapped around the block on slow days and patrons regularly fought for their spot below the already crowded stage. The old girl had a trick up its sleeve - a star act who stole bated breathes with once glance and captured lonely hearts with first hymn. A singer with the grace of an angel plucked from the heavens above and the lure of those below. How such a place came to employ a prized gem like them was a mystery, but so long as they were under their roof - seats were packed and business was booming.

With their charm, it was only a matter of time before suitors came rolling in. The love letters and gifts were sweet for a time, but a silent rejection just wasn't enough for those trapped under their spell. Fans threw themselves at the poor thing every chance they received - ambushing them outside their dressing room or on walks home and even climbing on stage in the middle of their performance on a few occasions. The singer was a professional in letting down their admirers gently, but everyone has their limits and when someone couldn't take the hint-

"I'm flattered, truly, but I already have someone waiting for me at home. They get terribly worried if I'm not home soon at this hour."

Their claims were true - in a way. In the past, all that waited for them was an empty bed and a tv, but through countless hours of watching old cartoons - it seemed there was always someone watching them back. It'd definitely put a dent in their tips if word spread far, but they had to get it out the new out their at some point. Besides, if anybody knew, they certainly kept their mouths shut to the press. In reality, their relationship wasn't as hidden as they portrayed. If one paid close attention to the loudest cheers in the crowd, they might piece two and two together with the voice that follows them home.

"Another amazing performance, Doll. I don't know how you manage to do it, but it's like a breath of fresh air everytime you get up on that stage."

"Oh, stop. You know I wouldn't be anywhere without the support of my fans and a certain little troublemaker."

"Well, I'd say that someone is a pretty lucky person. Would'a brought a fruit basket to go with those flowers I left in your dressing room, but honestly all the ones I've eaten recently have tasted a little bitter - cause I've got the sweetest peach on my arm right now."

"You're terrible!"

Many questioned why the singer choose who they did. Nobody ever got a good look at them upfront, but even from afar the difference were stark. The singer was taller than their partner even without heels, not to mention their strange tone of voice and need to throw a joke into almost every conversation. What on earth would someone as elegant as them want with a creature like that. The answer was quite simple.

"They make me laugh."

The answer might seem a little lackluster, but in a time and city like this, you'll fine a big of laughter does the soul good. There was more to it than that. Their partner made them feel safe and secure. They knew when to cut the theatrics and truly care for their love in moments of need. On top of that, the singer hadn't ran into any issues with crazy fans since their relationship began. They assumed they were deterred by the fact of them having a lover and while some were - majority weren't. They poured all their time and money into getting their attention, and they chose some random person for what - a laugh? There must be more- More than the laughter or cheap comfort. They could provide all that and then some. If anyone decided to let their anger get the better of them and confronted the singer's lover they'd gladly tell them.

"You wanna know why they choose me over you and the rest of the chumps that fawn over a taken person? You reeeeeally wanna know why Y/n picked me? Haha!... - that's easy. You can beat me, shoot me, stab me and I'll be just fine, but all it takes for you is one little cut and you're gone for good. And you'll never guess what I have in my other hand...just like all the others... If ya do - might even give you a five seconds head start."

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 2 months

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Could I get a Hc for how the M6 would react to an Mc that has regeneration like an axolotl due to it being the fools body?

Like during the ending of the route or during a fight post route Mc loses a finger or an arm and as their recovering they notice it growing back and like a few weeks or a month later it's like they never lost it to begin with. Due to how they view themselves and the fools body making them look like how they ses themselves.

Similarly to how Lucio lost his arm so long ago his metal arm is just a part of him so when he took the fools body it come with the metal arm.

(Let me know if it's not a good Hc idea and I'll change it for a different one.)

The Arcana HCs: When MC can regenerate their limbs

Julian

His first thought is "I have to keep them away from Valdemar"

His second thought is more along the lines of a very intrigued medical scholar. He's dying to figure out exactly how this works - how does your body know what to form and where??

His third thought definitely bears his younger sister's influence, because it's the sleep-deprived, melodramatic theatre kid version of "twinsies!!!"

Yes, twinsies! Because now you're one of the only other people in the world who knows what it's like to have crazy regenerative abilities! (though, he gave his up, but still -)

Will chart the growth of the limb and regularly ask you if you got any new injuries that day (obviously he hopes the answer is no, but if it's yes he has multiple reasons to want to know now)

Occasionally thinks himself into an anxiety spiral worrying that he's treating you too much like a medical phenomenon and not enough like his beloved partner. A round of smooches will take care of that

Asra

Honestly? They're more relieved, than anything

He is uncomfortably aware of the level of responsibility he has for yoinking you back to this plane of existence and knowing that you have this safety net for physical injuries is very reassuring

That said, they're still very curious about just how far it goes (not that they'd ever try to find out)

May or may not add "lizard" to his list of pet names for you, because lizards are also cute and known for losing limbs and then regenerating them for self preservation reasons

May or may not study just enough of the magic involved to suggest trying to grow said limb to be ... different than the previous one. You could grow an arm of neon tentacles!

May or may not regularly use body paint to turn your slowly regenerating limb into some kind of illusion, like a large, funky looking hamster hanging onto your shoulder (with your permission)

They love you regardless of how many limbs you have

Nadia

To say that she is intrigued is an understatement. She is borderline obsessed with your slowly reappearing limb

Much of that has to do with her desire to provide for you and the duty she's given herself of making sure that you are taken care of

Plenty of that has to do with what an excellent excuse it is to initiate touch and general affection

But a good portion of that is because, while she can tell you're a unique case, it's the kind of ability that would do so much good if she could find a way to recreate it even a little bit

She's not going to ask you to do anything unreasonable, but she might suggest allowing lead researchers in the medical field to chart your progress and study it in case they find anything

On another note, she does love to make you feel and look your best. If you've lost an arm and your outfit has gloves, you'd best believe she's ordering a mini one for your tiny hand

Pulls out old baby jewelry to try on it while it's small

Muriel

He's not going to lie, he does find it just a little disturbing

He's not going to go as far as saying that it's unnatural (he knows of plenty of creatures who can do the same thing) but it's definitely not a normal thing for humans to do

It's far outweighed by his gratitude that you're able to heal from such difficult injuries to this extent. He likes your limbs :)

He's also terrified of accidentally ruining whatever unforeseen magical force is allowing your body to manifest itself back together

You're clearly already very good at losing limbs! He doesn't want to make you lose another one! What if it's like one of those budding flowers that's really sensitive to touch?

He doesn't want to find that out the hard way! What's he going to do if he reaches for your mini-hand and the rest of your mini-arm comes with it? Stick it back on??

The above freakout is happening on the inside. On the outside, he's avoiding that area of your body and being very protective of it

Portia

It goes without saying that she thinks this is pretty cool

First off, you lost a limb, which is badass by default, and now you're completely regrowing it on accident - that's amazing!

She does casually mention that she is curious about just how far your body can regenerate itself at one point, but that's just idle wondering unless it's something you want to look into too

Fascinated by your mini-limb while it's growing back

Comes up with a whole list of pet names for it (squishy, tiny, silly, mr peach, miss millie, The Growth ...) but she mostly sticks to referring to it as your baby

"Good morning MC! And good morning squishy! How's your baby growing?" (all this is said while she hands you your preferred morning beverage and rubs the affected limb like it's a belly)

Overall she's so adaptable that she kind of ... forgets that it's weird. At least, until someone else sees it for the first time

Then she'll tell them it's because her shrink ray missed

Lucio

Seriously?

No no no no no -- SERIOUSLY?!?!?

He's been living with a prosthetic limb (albeit a really cool one) for TWENTY YEARS NOW, and you just randomly start growing yours back just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?! NO!!!

He's not mad because he thinks you don't deserve it! You do deserve it! You saved the world without having to make a life full of criminal oopsies first, and you did it while you rehabilitated him!!

He's mad because even if he doesn't deserve it more than you do, he wants it more than you do! WHY DIDN'T THE ARCANA OFFER HIM HIS ARM BACK, HUH?!

(This is a very good point at which to tell him that you think the metal arm is attractive. He will quickly switch gears into crooning and flirting at you and rarely bring it up again)

He does often comment on its growth patterns, and has definitely made an innuendo or two about it for funsies

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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miyaur · 7 months

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the type of guy to... which blue lock boy is that type of guy to do stuff a guy has done w me before ! (multi bllk men x gn!reader !!) pt 2 :o

no matter how many times you give him small paper with cute doodles of animals during class, rin itoshi will always keep them. he doesn't say anything when you give them to him, but he thinks they're very nice, and appreciates that you give all of them to him.

rin itoshi the kind of guy to take notes for you while you sleep in class. oh but he'll still scold you, and still will also give his notes on it, because he could never really get mad at you, not when you looked so cute when napping in class.

chigiri hyoma only lets you tie his hair, in any way you want. ponytail? go for it. bun? sure, just don't let the way you tie his hair be crazy. and notice how it's only you and him being able to tie his hair? yeah, because not everyone just gets to just do that, especially not his teammates back in blue lock.....

isagi yoichi the type of guy to memorize what you order regularly at starbucks, actually takes mental note of everything of your preference. but even when you both don't hang out that often outside of school, he makes sure to take notes of what you order at certain places, example; starbucks!

meguru bachira the type of guy to not know how to cook anything other than instant noodles, but still tries to cook with you while making a mess. just him randomly cracking jokes to see your smile again, and constantly compliments the food you make + you. and if you both are close enough, he'd wipe little food stains on your face off and lick it off his thumb :p

meguru bachira gets distracted while you both were supposed to finish a painting together by treating you like a work of art, and vice versa. not only drawing each other, not just painting each other, but literally painting each other and getting random shades and hues of paint all over each other. + unironically bachira is an amazing artist, so expect a very detailed painting of yourself every month you both are together COUGH COUGH

after sae itoshi comes back from a game, he always will give you your favorite flowers all in 1 bouquet, even if it's not found so often in the area you both live in, he will do anything to give you the world, starting with the flowers you admire the most.

no one will stop me from writing anymore guys

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dreamlandcreations · 9 months

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Beauty and the Beast

Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader

Summary: Maul is tasked to keep you in line while his master's plan comes together on Coruscant...

Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers (it doesn't really get to the lovers part but that's where this is going); mentions of child kidnapping, of murder and maybe other war crimes, of blackmail/threats (from canon), not proofread at all, a mess of POVs, long fic?, idk I went a little crazy with this

inspired by @alexversenaberrie's edits for @maulweek

~ 3K words

You called him a beast the first time you've seen what he is capable of. You never would have thought that he takes it to heart and tries to hide from you through the weeks when he acts as your guard while keeping you imprisoned in your own palace.

Maul wasn't much of a talker, so to say he was speechless when he saw you for the first time would probably not justify the feelings that still hold him captive from that moment - along with the pain and rage that your words caused him, of course - but he had no better way to describe the experience, as he was never taught to indulge in anything like this. Quite the opposite actually.

He was holding onto those lessons, trying to fuel his rage with the pain he felt when he realised he wanted you and you would never feel the same. He was trying to hate you, telling himself that you are just a spoiled princess who is nothing but a pawn in his master's plans.

His resolve would crumble within seconds of meeting you each day. The way you proudly held on and denied each offer of an easy way out, readily providing a defiant and sometimes mocking answer to everything your weak-minded enemies said. They thought they could break you but Maul knew better, he felt your strength and the underlining growing rage that might just burn them all in the end.

The Queen of Naboo fascinated him beyond words, not just with her beauty that he was fortunate to witness without all the paint you hide behind these days, but everything else he learned about you in this short time. Even the fact that you are strong enough to keep him out of your mind.

You felt his eyes on you all the time, he never said anything but most of the time you could tell what he was thinking. For how little he was showing of his face, it was really telling. Especially his eyes, that you were unfortunately too mesmerised by to look away from on the rare occasion he was actually facing you and not staring out of the window or looking menacingly at your captors.

But he was also your captor, you had to remind yourself way too often. Your mind regularly took you in the direction of wondering about his past. Because you needed to understand him in order to defeat him. Or at least that's what you've been telling yourself.

One afternoon he decided to barge into your bedchamber and caught you hacking into the Trade Federation's network to communicate with your trusted handmaidens, one of which took your place and your senator who escaped with the Jedi the Sith tried to kill. He smashed the consol with his mind and grabbed you by your throat, finding you without your armour of paint and jewels.

For a moment Maul thought the tears, fear and pain he saw were a result of his attack but the message you just listened to was still on and the display kept glitching but he understood the point of the news you received. The Senate abandoned you.

He saw how your misery turned into scorching anger that any Sith could envy and he couldn't help but stare admiringly. Then he let you go, curious as to what you would do. He did not expect you to have a weapon in your sleeve though.

It took him by surprise, not just the dagger but the attack too. You were nowhere near as good as him but you were trained well to use everything to your advantage and if he was an ordinary man, you might have managed to seriously hurt him too.

The first stab grazed his cheek, drawing a faint line of blood but he didn't even flinch and that somehow made you angrier, if that was possible. He let you surrender to your rage, not even trying to stop your attacks, just leaning away and stepping backwards a few times until he got you next to a pillar and grabbed your hand, hitting it against the stone until you dropped the blade.

He caught you, turning you around and pulling you to him, trapping you in his arms as you fell to the floor then he just let you scream with helpless rage while you still struggled against him. But after a while you became too exhausted, sagging in his hold completely, the back of your head hitting his shoulder.

He let you go after savouring your closeness for a stolen moment. After you pulled away, turning around, positioning yourself to face him while you sat against the pillar he carefully moved too, not to scare or agitate you. Resting his elbow on his bent knee, he subtly leaned a little closer, studying you while you collected yourself.

He didn't say anything as you calmed down and wiped your tears with your sleeve. Then you were looking at him, trying to figure out why he let you off so easily and you wanted to ask so many other things but you realised you didn't even know what to call him, so you asked first, "What is your name?"

"Maul," he answered before he could think this through and didn't even take your acknowledging hmm as an insult as he might with anyone else. And before you could start to interrogate him, he let his curiosity known.

"What is yours?" Your frown told him what would be your answer, so he quickly clarified. "The real one."

Maul didn't expect to get a weak smile at that and even though it was gone before he could blink, he knew it was there and the image would surely come back to plague him later.

"Can't you read my mind and find out?" You arched a brow challengingly, almost playfully and he felt a tug in his hearts at that. Before you continued and managed to hit a sensitive topic. "I thought Jedi could make people do things..."

"I am not a Jedi!" he growled back at you, cutting off your taunting.

"Clearly," you responded with only a little less hint of disdain.

He narrowed his eyes, apparently deeply insulted by the comparison. "The force is not the privilege of the Jedi, no matter how highly they put themselves above others."

"Is that why you hate them?"

"They wiped out my kind." You frowned at that.

"You are a Zabrak, aren't you? Your kind lives on Iridonia and Dathomir, I..."

He interrupted again, obviously not wanting to discuss that topic either but his confused expression betrayed the reason for his sudden change of topic. "The Jedi will not help you, nor will the Senate. Sign the treaty and end the suffering of your people."

Now that you were starting to understand him, you knew how to get what you wanted. In his case, with a little bit more antagonizing while satisfying your curiosity. "You could force me to sign it. Why didn't you?"

He stood up, turning his back on you, going to take his usual place in your presence, staring out of the window. "Only the weak are easy to control."

"You almost killed two Jedi, I don't suppose that is an easy task either."

He turned back to you, reaching up and slowly taking off his hood, daring you to look away. So you didn't. You kept looking at him, taking in his features with little to no emotion on your own face.

"What? You don't find this beast so hideous anymore now that you have no other hope?"

Now that, got him a reaction. You looked at him in utter confusion before you understood what he was referring to.

"I did not call you a beast because of the way you look but for how you acted." Although you truly meant it, he took the hint of laughter in your voice in the wrong way.

Quickly making the distance between you, he grabbed you by your throat once more. "You think I am so easily fooled?"

It was a little harder to breathe from the pressure but he wasn't really hurting you so you took a chance and went back to the question he dodged twice now. "If you don't believe me, why don't you look for yourself? See what I think about you."

You could see how he was struggling to hold back something but he gave up on it after a long moment of silent contemplation. But he decided to show you instead of simply telling.

You felt something trying to push into your consciousness, and despite it being almost gentle, something in you snapped and shouted inwardly 'no!' as you somehow pushed it away like it burned you. Your vision darkened for a second, and you could have blamed it on that or the following dizzyness that you saw a hint of a smile on his usually stern face but his eyes were still telling, speaking of feelings you did not want to dig deeper into.

But then he confirmed his admiration for you as he explained with a gentle tone, "You are strong. To break down your walls would mean breaking you."

With his answer, his hold on you loosened too and if you didn't know better you would have sworn you felt him caress your chin as he let you go. He moved to step back and give you some space but you surprised him again.

"Try it again."

It was almost cute how he tilted his head to the side and regarded you with utter astonishment. Then he did as you asked.

Your little experiment went a bit sideways though, because while you managed to let him in, somehow you also caught a memory he obviously didn't mean to project to your mind. And he did not take your thoughts well to that painful memory of one of the first lessons he remembered.

"I am not broken," he growled, oversimplifying what you thought.

"Yes, you are." You boldly approached him, explaining your conclusions with a gentle tone. "The Jedi take very young children to train them. You were taken too. Otherwise, you would know more about your origin, if it had been your choice to leave."

He didn't answer and even refused to look at you but you were not afraid anymore. You didn't have much to lose anyway.

"You have a master, don't you?" Still no answer. "He's the one who broke you. And he will order you to break me too."

He knew you were right but it would mean that all of his suffering was for nothing, because he knew couldn't do it. He couldn"t hurt you and he will lose everything. So he did what he was taught and leaned on his anger, lashing out at you to avoid facing the truth.

"What do you know of any of that, Your Highness? Living in your fancy little palace, surrounded by servants and riches must have been a terrible fate."

The fury reflected in his glowing eyes might have scared you a few days ago, but not anymore. You did not even return his anger, answering in a calm and confident tone that enchanted him.

"I was elected to be Queen for the first time when I was barely fourteen. While I can't even imagine what you went through, I do have an idea about the weight of expectations put on you when you are way too young to bare them."

You jumped a little as he finally silenced the still crackling comms and left without a word.

The next morning your predictions came true. His master contacted them.

"Let's end this once and for all. Make her sign it." The hooded figure ordered him and for the first time in years, he did not follow the instruction immediately.

"If I force her mind open, it will kill her."

Maul knew it was no use to try to subtly argue and his master confirmed that without delay. "She only has to live long enough to sign the treaty."

"I understand, my master." And for the first time, since he can remember, he truly did. He knew what he had to do.

Maul, as always, kept his eyes on you from the moment you were led into the throne room in your usually complicated attire. You didn't meet his gaze though, probably preparing for the worse.

The droids surrounded you, with the two Neimoidians on Maul's right. They asked for your cooperation one more time. You refused.

Maul reached out and took hold of you with the force, finally making you look at him as he held your body immobile. He grabbed his lightsaber and ignited one of the blades, making his supposed allies nervously fidgety next to him.

Your gaze flickered to the blade too before you met his again with confusion. Then you felt it. The nudge against your mind, it was deceptively gentle but it made you gasp and your eyes widen and that was enough to fool your enemies for now.

Maul realised you didn't trust him, so he had to change his plans if he didn't want to risk you getting hurt. So his eyes flickered in the direction of the throne where he knew the guns were still hidden and he applied a little more force into his hold to let you know he will push you that way.

The four droideka were firing before their masters even realised what was going on. He dodged their shots whit his lightsaber, cutting down the Viceroy with the same swing. You quickly grabbed the weapon, using the throne as a cover and fired on the other droids and witnessed with awe as Maul sent two of the shielded droid out the large window, crushed another with a big piece of stone he pulled from the floor and simply crushed the last one with the force.

Despite the loud fight, you did not hear any reinforcements approaching so when Maul dragged the other Neimoidian from his hiding place you approached them and to your new friend's amusement didn't hesitate to knock the other male out with one punch.

Maul felt his hearts skip a beat or two as you smiled at him with gratitude. He felt himself to be in some kind of trance as he deactivated his lightsaber and stepped closer to you.

He wanted to reach out and touch you but halted as he realised that he would smear the paint he liked to refer to as your armour. You caught the hint of the smile he was trying to hide but before you could ask, he reminded you that your fight was not done yet.

The two of you went to the chamber that was used as a prison, freeing the pilots and guards and locking in the Neimoidian.

It was easy from then on, with the droid control ship gone so was the invading army.

Somewhere during the meeting between the remaining council members, Maul wandered away and you later found him lounging on your throne. You stifled a laugh and quickly stopped your guards from shooting at him, dismissing them stating that, "I will be perfectly safe."

When you look at him, he silently taunts you and you could almost hear the "Why are you so sure that you are perfectly safe with me." And you can't help but smile at that, looking at him with a similar expression that says "Comfortable?"

Then he stands before you in a blink of an eye, reaching out again but stopping this time as well. Only for you to take his hands, stepping a little closer.

Your smile fades as you realise. "You want to leave."

He shakes his head, looking away. "I defied my master, he will not forget that."

"So you just plan to be on the run for the rest of your life?"

Your anger takes him by surprise, he expected you to be glad that you don't have to deal with the political headache that his presence would bring. And he certainly not expected you to be ready to fight for him.

"You can stay here. If you want." The addition to the offer was not lost on him. So much has changed in such a little time span, he was free to choose what to do, and he wasn't sure how to handle this.

Taking his silence as a sign that he was thinking about it you started to think through the possibilities. "I am certain you can handle any assassin he would send and I doubt your mysterious master would come here personally..."

Your tone asked for confirmation but he just quietly huffed at the way you said 'mysterious' as one would call someone a coward or something equally insulting.

"The Jedi and the Senate will want my head."

He thought that was it, but again, it seems he underestimated your stubbornness. "Well, fuck the Jedi and fuck the Senate. They did not save us. You did."

"I also helped your enemies."

You sighed and let go of his hands to cup his cheeks like he wished to do with you countless times. And he felt his throat tighten not just at that gesture but because of what you said next. "Was that something you chose to do?"

He took a deep breath and looked down again, unable to meet your eyes. Unable to handle your faith in him. But you did not let him go that easy.

"Stay with me," you asked in an almost whisper, feeling just how fragile was this moment.

When he looked at you again he placed his hands on yours and you felt the now familiar push that meant he was trying to read your thoughts. You let him but you also said them out loud.

"Stay." You repeated. "I will protect you and you will keep me safe."

He smiled at that. It was little more than a hint of amusement but it reached his eyes and sight filled you with warmth.

You were so preoccupied with the sight that you did not realise he went a little deeper, chasing that emotion he felt from the moment you met but could never put it into words. He understood that you knew what it was but weren't ready to consciously acknowledge it yet, he would have to ask you later. Until then he might just get more comfortable with his other feelings and newfound freedom, he could live with this annoying little tug on his hearts and what one might call a soul for a little while. Only if it didn't get more bothersome every time you smile at him. Like now, when he returns your promise with a single word. "I'll stay."

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neoyongz · 9 months

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cigarette 🚬 | alex turner x reader. (fem) / smut

from the first time you saw alex smoking, you knew exactly what you wanted him to do to with that cigarette.

warnings: soft dom alex, bdsm (burning kink), praise kink, fluff ending?

word count: 3.6k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes.

it's been a while since you saw him for the last time. almost a month, where u couldn't care less about him. last time you two found yourselves in a bed was... rough, but not in a sexy way. he was kinda high and wanted some quick sex, so he called you, knowing you would accept it.

it wasn't like you were his casual groupie, you two were friends but he was so busy that he couldn't even remember to call you or even send a message. you expected something like that, obviously, with such a busy and rushed life he had.

you heard some footsteps, which you easily recalled on who was with you. none other than him.

"you're late. it's 23.50pm"

"i know... the traffic was wild. sorry"

"never asked for an excuse, alexander"

he laughed and lit a cigarette he took from his pocket, not even looking at the "no smoking" sign. he went to the balcony and left his right hand on the railing.

"never asked you to clap back anyway" a cloud of smoke came out of his lips.

"yeah... i don't care. why did you call me?"

"'cause i wanted? i don't have a specific reason today. just wanted to see ya" he smiled as he heard your steps right behind his back. your arms found their way around his waist as you left your head fall to his right shoulder.

"that's what you always say..." you laughed.

"is that bad?"

"nah" you caressed his tummy as he let go another cloud of smoke.

"you like?" he offered you his cig.

you accepted easily. you never really liked to smoke regularly but if it was for alex, you'd do it everyday.

the smoke left your red painted lips making sure it didn't hit alex's hair.

you took his cigarette, making him turn around to look at him right in the eyes. his big brown eyes got you crazy, you die everytime he looks at you, questioning if you really deserved to be looked at by him.

"what are you doing?"

"trying to get your attention. is the view more interesting than me?"

"it isn't... i just didn't want to blow smoke on your face" he joked, taking a little strand of hair off of your face.

"that's... considerate" you stole a kiss from him, making the both of you smile. the taste of tobacco in your mouth never felt tastier, since it was from alex's lips.

another kiss came, and then another, until he took your chin and kissed you the right way. the way he knew you liked.

he tried getting his tounge on your mouth during the kiss to make it a bit some savage, first doing it slowly and then going all in. his hands went to your waist, which he loved.

suddenly, you felt the need to separate to search for some fresh air.

"do you remember what i told you the last time?"

"uhm... no?"

"of course you do" you laughed as you lifted the cigarette to your lips.

"oh... the cig thing" he smiled in a way only you could understand.

staying in the same position, he made you walk backwards until you felt the bed right behind you, and you sat there.

"are you sure, babe?" he asked politely. he was rough on sex but he always took care of you.

you smiled, and he took that as a "yes". you gave him the cigarette and closed your eyes, as you felt excited to finally meet your fantasy.

you always wanted him to do something "edgy" on you. some people may see it as crazy but, the thought of him leaving as much marks as he wanted from burning your precious skin with his cigarette was stablished on your mind since you first fucked him.

it was something you knew would hurt, and that was it's charm. it was risky, and the adrenaline of feeling that extreame heat from the cigarette in any part of your body, at any moment got you excited.

this fantasy started when you first ever saw him smoke. nothing surprising, but it was sexy for some reason. very sexy. obviously, you were afraid of telling him about your fantasy, not everyone likes hard kinks so you were happy that, not only he agreed to do it, but he also liked it.

you felt butterflies on your stomach as he started kissing your neck very, very slowly. so slowly it could kill you. he wanted you to melt into his kisses, to relax and make sure everything was going to be alright. and when you less expected it, he licked the other side of your neck, knowing damn well how much you liked being kissed and licked there. and just as he wanted, you slowly started melting into his lips, feeling his left arm go behind your back.

your eyes stayed closed and a smile started showing up on your lips, as you patiently waited for a kiss.

well, that never came. not yet.

another kiss was sent to your neck, but now with a burning feeling in your thigh; you smiled and whimpered, feeling finally satisfied with your fantasy. but you wanted more, so you asked for it.

your hands went to his chest, softly caressing it while unbuttoning his white shirt.

you stopped suddenly when you felt another burning spot on your knee, but this time it hurt more. you jumped a little by surprise and alex laughed.

"you weren't expecting that one, angel?"

he knew how much you liked to be called angel. as if he was the devil himself trying to crush your angelic inocence with his burning kisses.

the smile on your face made him know you liked it, so he countinued with a third shot. this time, right at where your shirt would allow him to see your chest.

his left index finger traced from your neck to your tits, right before taking your shirt off.

"keep your eyes closed" he threw the shirt god knows where and kissed you, taking his free hand to your waist and getting you to lay on your back in the bed.

the kiss was needy, full of heat from both bodies. he approached the cigarette to your neck and left a little burn mark there, rapidly taking it to your collarbones and leaving another one there. your soft moans were music to his ears, motivating him to keep doing his job. you would've never imagined he'd like doing these kind of things.

you whimpered his name softly when he burned your neck again, making him feel a fast electric shock running down to his dick. you knew he liked it because, unconsciously, he rubbed his pelvis into yours. it was something he would always do. not really trying to get youself into dominance, but watchin

still keeping your mouth busy, separated to let you get a breath of air and then kept going, making his right hand travel to your hips as he left there one of the last burning spots for now.

he lifted the cigarette to his lips and a had a puff from it, blowing the smoke on your neck and leaving a little burn mark right there. he left the cigarette on the ashtray and focused on taking your bra off, but not the regular way. he knew it would be too predictable for you.

he bit the lace and went south to reveal one of your breasts, and as it didn't feel like he was doing it with his hand, you opened your eyes, delighting yourself with the view of him biting your bra and taking it off with a promiscous smile. you couldn't have a better view.

"i don't recall asking you to open your eyes"

"shut up, turner" you laughed and placed your hand on his chin to lift him up. "i never asked you to take my clothes off either"

you both smiled and kissed, right before pushing him to the bed to sit on his lap. your hands went to his chest, travelling south all the way to his belt, playing with it trying to tease him. just by touching, you could sense that the pants became anoying for him and you wouldn't please him by taking them off.

the kiss became more desperate as his need for being touched started growing, whispering "take it off" on your lips. you loved seeing how desperate he was. he needed you.

"and what if i don't?" you separated only a few centimeters from his puffy lips to catch some air.

"aw, don't start now"

he moaned when you started softly massaging his bulge before unzipping the pant and taking the belt off. you sneaked your hand into his underwear and reached his cock, already full hard, thinking about what should your next move be.

"close your eyes" you whispered.

he obeyed you and did it. you took the cigarette and went down to his crotch, taking his dick and as you gave it the first lick, you pressed the cigarette on his thigh, making him gasp by surprise. his eyes were widely opened; he grabbed your hair and lifted an eyebrow.

"you're not the dominant one here" he slowly pressed your face into his dick, making you take it in your mouth before you even thought about doing so.

half enjoying it and half scared he didn't like it, you started licking his dick from the bottom to the top, sucking the tip and giving some kisses there. you took the first half in your mouth and jerked off the rest to give you some time for preparing before taking it all.

some minutes passed while you sucked his dick slowly, making him even more desperate: he was leaking pre-cum all over, and when he didn't expect it, you took his whole cock in your mouth, staying there for some seconds just to hear his moans. he thighted his grip on your hair and closed his eyes, moving his hips slowly to fuck your mouth.

after opening his eyes, he moved his sight down to see how he fucked your mouth, your eyes closed and some drawned moans and whimpers coming out of your puffy red lips. you didn't want to move, you wanted him to guide you into pleasure as his warm and hard cock filled your bucal cavity with his now faster movements. suddenly, you tapped his arm so you could catch some air, it wasn't like his dick was something easy to take.

"you ok?" he asked. it wasn't like he didn't care about you either.

"mhm" you smiled and gave his cock another lick, stealing a little moan from him. "al, please"

he knew exactly what you meant by that. he got his torso up and layed on the head of bed, making you sit on his lap. his left hand travelled to your waist as his right one went down to pull out your pants and underwear, all in one try. he came back to you by putting his index finger in the middle of your lips searching for your entrance. a minute after he softly massaged it enough to get you wet again, he pushed two fingers inside making sure it didn't hurt by looking closely at your facial expression, which showed nothing else than pleasure.

your moans filled the room, even if you were trying to drown them by pushing your face to his neck as he moved his fingers inside of you stroking your walls gently.

when he was sure that it wasn't going to hurt, he pushed even further trying to find your g-spot, which he knew he had found by your noisy and desperate whimpers. you approached his ear and gave some kisses on his lobe, moaning his name when he touched your spot again.

it felt like heaven, being touched by such a man. and he did it well too.

"alex... fuck, please" you begged him again, your need to ride him was growing nonstop.

"wait a little more, princess, please. otherwise it'll hurt" he kissed your cheek as he introduced a third finger, curling them to strech your walls a little more.

"but... al" you looked at him with big doe eyes, almost as if you were screaming please with your eyes.

"no, you have to wait. i don't want to hurt you, babe" he kissed you while moving his fingers slowly, and getting the palm of his hand to massage your clit. that made you feel on fucking paradise.

you reflected your desperation onto the kiss, playing with his tounge and putting your hands on his chest searching for his nipples, gently caressing them as he rubbed your clit slowly. even if he was kissing you, you couldn't stop your moans and whimpers, letting them go in his mouth.

he tried to reach your spot again by pushing your fingers further, and so he did. you scratched his chest with your nails as you let some gasps scape from your lips. alex noticed your reaction and separated himself from to kiss.

"did it hurt, babe?" he slowered the pace of his finger movements to let you catch your breath.

"no, it's just... fuck" you layed on his chest while hugging his neck. "i'm so close, please, just do it now, don't worry about the condom”

"your wishes are my orders, princess"

after saying that, you felt a little embarrased, how much did you wanted to get fucked to not want him to waste time in putting the condom? actually, he liked it. he liked how needy you were.

he took his fingers out gently, leaving you feeling helpless at your need to be fucked. you wanted him really bad, you simply couldn't wait to be filled by him.

he grabbed the lube bottle and spread some on his dick, massaging it up and down to get prepared. he aligned it to your entrance and slowly let it slip inside of you, stealing some whimpers from you.

"al, please" you cried a little, hugging him. he caressed your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead as he felt fully inside of you.

"calm down cutie, it's okay, i'm here" alex loved to see you helpless and fully devoted to him as if your life depended on it. "does it feel good?"

"yeah, yeah" you smiled and gave him a kiss.

"make me proud now" he let his hands fall to your waist to grab it and start moving you up and down effortlesly.

you always obey alex and today wasn't the exception. you started doing little jumps, feeling full in all senses and enjoying being completely devoted to him. you wanted to be his, only his and no one else. not because of how good he fucked, but because of him as a whole. and if he wanted you to make him proud, you would do it.

you sped up the pace of your jumps and you tried to hide your face on his neck, but he stopped you from doing it. alex grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.

"don't hide, princess. let me see you enjoy it" he kissed you and thightened his grip when you closed your eyes.

"open. i wanna see those big eyes" alex loved when you looked at him with doe eyes, begging him to fuck you.

it made you embarrased when you noticed that you were already looking at him like that even if you didn't wanted to. you kept moving, now faster than before, switching from jumping to rubbing your clit on his pelvis by going back and forth.

obviously you're not the only one enjoying this, alex was clearly enjoying every second of it too. he loved to make you feel good, to fill you up and being the only thought on your mind. he'll never forget the time he found you touching yourself while blatantly moaning his name out loud. god only knows how good he fucked you that night.

but today he was being soft, he wanted to take care of you. you two fucked roughly too many times to do it again, and none of you felt like doing it either. you two wanted to feel every inch of each other, every breath, every kiss, every touch, everything. you wanted to feel him and he wanted to feel you. he loved feeling you. he loved touching you. you were his muse.

"if you only ever saw how pretty you look" he smiled and grabbed your waist strongly enough to stop your jumps. "stay just like that please"

alex lifted his knees and got in a comfortable position to start pushing his cock inside of you, never taking his eyes off of yours. your expression reflected everything he wanted to seem pleasure, excitement and the rush of tears he loved to see running down your cheeks as he fucked you. he dried your tears with his thumb and whispered something you couldn't hear because of your own moans right before he gave you the most passionate kiss you've ever recieved.

his movements started becoming faster as he felt he was close: he grabbed your cheek and made the kiss feel needy by letting go some moans on your lips, even cursing. with his other hand, alex hugged you by the waist and got you even closer to his body so he could fuck you faster, finally hitting your spot multiple times. you hugged him and buried your face in his chest trying to drown a scream.

"are you close?" you asked him with your eyes full of pleasure tears.

alex gave you a "yes" by shaking his head and stopped moving, took his dick out and started jerking off by looking at you right in the eye with a smile. he kissed you softly and licked your bottom lip, went down to your neck and left a little hickey on there.

he took one of your hands and placed it on his cock, putting his on top of yours to make you jerk him off.

not much time passed before alex came on your hand while letting go a moan from his puffy pink lips and smiled again as you didn't stop jerking him off.

you whispered his name and took his hand to your inner thigh, giving him the signal that you were close too and wanted him to touch you.

"al, please" you smiled and kissed his cheek, all blushed and breathing fast.

alex took two of his fingers to your clit, massaging it and trying to search your entrance with a third finger. once he found it, he massaged it without introducing his finger, only to tease you a bit. your moans could be the death of him; he would always speed up his movements just to hear you moan louder.

he kept teasing you by introducing his finger just a little while massaging your clit, enough to make you melt into his arms and close your eyes as you felt closer and closer to your orgasm.

your last words were nothing else than his name before cumming in his hand, unleashing every groan or scream you could have been retaining.

alex took his hand off and placed it on one of your ass cheeks to give it a slap and smiled all blushed.

"babe" alex whispered and played with your hair.

"mhm?"

"i love you"

you inmmediately felt a bunch of butterflies in your stomach, because, even if you didn't wanted to admit it, you loved him too. who wouldn't?

"i love you too, al. you're amazing" you buried your face into his chest and took the cigarette to have a puff.

"did you like it? did it hurt?"

"nah, it didn't. i really loved it" you gave him the cigarette and hugged him again. "by the way... uhm, was i wrong for doing it on your thigh?"

"no, you weren't. i liked it too" he laughed and blowed a cloud of smoke into the air, making sure it didn't hit your hair. he gave you the cigarette again before saying "do it".

"are you sure?"

"yeah, i want both of us to have marks from the other" alex closed his eyes to leave the placement choice up to you. you pressed the cigarette into his collarbone, making him gasp.

"did it hurt?" you said, worrying about the pain level. you weren't sure if al really liked pain on him, so you kissed the mark.

"just a little, but it's okay" he left a kiss on your forehead and took the cigarette, leaving it on the ashtray. "you know what? i missed you"

"i did too, babe. i thought you were not going to call me ever again..." you really did thought about that. even if you two were... friends? you still mised him. a lot.

"how could i? you know i always miss your kisses. i'm just too busy... and i hate it. i wanna be with you. can we stay here?" he took a blanket and placed it on top of both bodies.

"sure" you smiled and layed on his side, still holding the hug.

you closed your eyes and smelt the fragance on his neck, which was almost undetectable from the cigarette smell. well, what they said about him was partially right: "he was shy and smelt like cigarettes". and how could you not fall in love with someone like that?

hugging him, with your eyes closed, half asleep and half awake, that's when you noticed how madly in love you were with alex. and lucky you, because he was too.

#alex turner #alex turner smut #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic

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lovelywetdreamer · 6 months

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💜🌸~Sit Boy!~🌸💜

Inuyasha got the nerves to almost get himself killed again over the jewel shred

You know how important it is for him to be full demon, but you wish the hard head man watches out for himself.

You were never forgive yourself or him if one of these days if he get himself killed.

It was a must to put teach that boy a lesson. Even harded head people can learn a lesson.

"Sit boy!" You commands as Inuyasha fell on his butt.

"HEY!! What the big deal?!" He said while rubbing his butt.

You didn't answer him. You just took your panties off infront of him. You licks your lip and walks slowly up to him.

His eyes went huge and his face was red as a beet. This was your first time to see him blush. It was really cute.

You pull his hard and leaky dick out of pants and position toward your entrance. You slowly sank on it.

Inuyasha was known for having patience. He tried to thrust himself inside your nice warm walls.

"SIT BOY! You don't do anything on own without my permission you got that?" You say whole flashing a faux glare toward the half demon.

He stayed perfectly still and nod his head for you. Your kitty finally swallow his hard long and slightly curve dick.

You could had came by how full you felt from him. His tip was kissing your cervix.

You couldn't cum unless he came first.

You started off slow bounce on his dick until he started to begged. " Please puppy move faster on my dick. You know you wants to"

You moves even slowly and moves your hips the way it droves him crazy.

"Rub my clit and I might move faster for you mutt"

He chews off some his nails. He didn't want to hurt you. He rubs on your clit while you were bouncing and moving your hips faster.

That was a big mistake because his dick was hitting your g-spot everytime you went down on him.

He loves watching you about to cum and see your breasts bounces. He could suck on your perky nipples regularly if you lets him.

Changes of plans. You were gonna cum on his dick and leave it a creamy mess. He wasn't going to cum inside you.

You felt him about to explode inside your sweet walls while you came on his dick.

You immediately got up from him. "If you are going to cum, you are going to cum like the filthy dog you are Inuyasha" you said as he flash you a suprisely cute pout.

He got behind you and slide his leaky red tip between your thighs. He was already on yhe edge of cumming.

"You feels so good. Soft and warm for me right puppy?" Inuyasha moans out while humping your thighs like a dog in heat.

Within minutes he painted the inside your thigh a wet and gooy mess.

He licks your thighs clean. The hard head boy learn his lesson to listen to you.

Little did the both of you know that Master Sesshōmaru was cumming as well into his hand to the sight of your thighs cover in cums. It should be his not his stupid half brother Inuyasha.

#inyuasha #inuyasha smut #female reader #inuyasha #x female reader smut #Sesshōmaru #Sesshōmaru x reader smut

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borathae · 10 months

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↳ Index [Chapter 35 - Holidays]

Warnings: big sad but also big mad, magical torture, twisted mind games, the crazy continues, Jimin is a sweetheart, Tae honestly deserves a break poor boy, the grief is strong in this one, also there is one scene in this chapter where she tries to eat but gets really revolted by the food and almost throws up from it, I wanted to put a warning for that too because I don’t want to trigger anyone who struggles with an ED or is recovering from one, if you want to skip this scene it begins at the breakfast scene & ends once Tae talks about “his plans”

Wordcount: 11.3k

a/n: i wanted to give joon a redemption arch at one point but tbfh he pissed me off sm in that chapter now i just wanna fight him ahhaha

“Are you still working on the painting?” he asks.

Taehyung lifts his head from the painting. His eyes light up.

“Jiminie! You’re back”, he greets him and stands up to get to him. He wipes his dirtied hands on his pants, “how was the drive?”

“Bad. I outdrove a storm, it’ll come soon”, Jimin says and leans in for a chaste kiss on the lips. Taehyung, however, pulls him close again, hugging him tightly.

“I missed you so much”, he murmurs into the crook of Jimin’s neck, inhaling deeply afterwards to remind his heart how he smells. Orange blossoms and cold air. The once potent scent of blood wasn’t lingering on Jimin anymore these days, now that Namjoon doesn’t regularly force him to hunt humans for fun. Taehyung thinks that Jimin smells so much better these days.

Jimin ruffles the back of Taehyung’s hair, “I missed you too, Tete.”

Taehyung ends the hug by stepping back and running his palms over Jimin’s cheeks in a soft caress.

“You look handsome.”

Jimin smiles, “thanks and you look…” he runs his eyes up and down Taehyung’s features, “...exhausted.”

Taehyung lowers his eyes, playing with his hair.

“I haven’t slept well lately. ___ wakes up crying out for Yoongi a lot. I am scared to leave her alone, so I stay by her side most nights. I can’t fall asleep because her racing pulse keeps me awake.”

“I see. I’m sorry.”

“I do it gladly. I do not want her to suffer alone.”

“Mhm”, Jimin hums and nods his head, “where is she, Tete?”

“The last I saw of her, she went to Yoongi’s wing.”

“Mhm, of course”, Jimin says and turns his back to Taehyung, “thanks. I’ll talk to her.”

“Mimi?”

“Yes?”

“What did she tell you?”

Jimin’s face turns rather stoic. He studies Taehyung’s features and sighs.

“I’ll tell you later. Yeah?”

“Yes”, Taehyung says and presses out a small, “fuck.”

Jimin leaves Taehyung’s wing and hurries downstairs.

“Jimin, hey.”

He meets Jungkook in the entrance hall. The younger vampire was in the middle of leaving his wing to go to the ballroom gym for a workout. Jungkook works out obsessively these days. It’s the only thing which keeps thoughts from forming in his mind. When he pushes himself to the point where he kneels on the floor retching and gagging from exhaustion, he can’t hurt. He can’t miss Yoongi that way. He can’t worry for his sire and he can’t worry for you slowly killing yourself in an attempt to save your shared love.

It would have been his third workout today and he planned on going for a fourth one later.

“Hey, Kook”, Jimin greets him.

“Since when are you back?” Jungkook asks, jogging up to Jimin.

“I just arrived.”

“I see. What did she say?”

Jimin tightens his jaw and places his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. He gives him a tight squeeze.

“We should look for ___ first”, he says.

“Is it that bad?”

“Let’s just look for her”, Jimin dismisses him and slides his hand to Jungkook’s wrist. He holds it gently, tugging at it, “come. Tae said she’s in Yoongi’s wing.”

Jungkook follows him with a painful lump in his throat.

“Please tell me. What did she say?”

“We’re almost there.”

“Oh god, it’s bad isn’t it?”

Jimin stays silent. He shoves the heavy door open and leads Jungkook inside. The door to Yoongi’s bedroom is open. Lights shine into the hallways. The two vampires quicken their steps.

Like always, you are sitting by the bed hunched over and with inaudible whispers leaving your lips. They aren’t really inaudible to the sensitive ears of vampires however.

Jungkook and Jimin can hear fractions of “we gotta make sure your nails aren’t too long” and “is the pressure of the file okay for you, my love?”

There are new flowers on the bedside table. The old bouquet is discarded on the floor. It looks sad and rotten.

New fractions reach their ears. You are putting cream on Yoongi’s hand as you speak, “there we go, now your skin won’t crack in the dry air.”

Jimin and Jungkook look at each other, mirroring the sadness and pity to feel for the situation. Even now you are making sure that Yoongi is well taken care of. You look so tired and exhausted and yet here you are, making sure that he feels comfortable.

You wiggle your fingers between Yoongi’s and squeeze his hand gently. They can hear how you inhale in a shaky sniffle.

“How’s that, my love?” you whisper, swaying your hands from side to side, “it’s getting so cold these days that we have to keep the heaters running. It’s so hard to keep the castle warm”, you say and laugh painfully, guiding his hand to your cheek. You rub your face on it slowly, “you are so cold. Oh my love, you are so cold. You should be warm. Why are you so cold?”

“___?” Jungkook tries quietly, fighting back tears. He can’t bear to watch you. It breaks his heart into a million pieces.

You flinch and for just a second you look out of breath. For only a second however and then you straighten your back and turn. Your eyes are red and glassy, your lips are pressed into a thin line. For only a second because then your eyes fall onto Jimin and they light up.

You place Yoongi’s hand down as gently as possible and get to your feet. You run to him, welcoming him by grabbing both his upper arms.

“And? What did she say?” you begin shaking him, “what did Thea say? Can she help? Does she know what to do? Can she help Yoongi? Tell me. T-talk to me.”

Jimin takes your hands and lowers them.

“___ I-”

“Tell me!” you stress, squeezing his hands. Your eyes are widened and your pupils dilated.

“She said that she never heard of such a spell and that she has no idea what to do.”

“No”, you press out, shaking your head vigorously, “no, you’re fucking lying. No. No! No don’t lie to me. No, she knows what to do.”

“___”, Jungkook presses out with tears in his eyes and reaches for you. His shaking fingers close around your arms, his face contorts in pain. He pulls you into a hug and sobs into your neck miserably while you still stare at Jimin with widened eyes.

“You’re lying. She didn’t tell you that.”

“I’m sorry she did”, Jimin whispers.

And while Jungkook’s sobs grow in volume, you continue to shake your head. Your face is frozen, showing no ounce of emotion even if your scent is soaked in heartbreak and disappointment.

“Then, then she didn’t look properly. Call her and tell her to look again.”

“___ I don’t think this is going to help.”

“Call her!”

“No”, Jimin throws back, “we had every single witch in Paris involved in finding a cure. Maël called every alpha he knew and none could help. A call won’t do anything.”

“Oh.”

You look away.

Jungkook squeezes you and sobs your name. His body is shaking from how terribly he cries.

You blink for the first time since they entered the room. There are still no tears escaping your eyes.

“Okay”, you say, “okay, that’s okay. Fine. Then I’ll uhm”, you seem lost for a second. Jimin can see it in your eyes, “I’ll just…just…uhm”, you look away, “the potions! Yeah I’ll, I’ll just make potions. Yes, that’s what I’ll do”, you say and without looking at him once, wiggle yourself out of Jungkook’s hug.

You look over your shoulder at Yoongi. Both Jungkook and Jimin can actually hear how one of your heartstring breaks. It sounded painful. Both their chest ached because of it.

“I’ll just do that”, you whisper and turn to leave without looking at them. They can see how your hand lifts to wipe at your eyes when you are by the door and then you must hide yourself with magic because they can’t hear you anymore.

Jungkook turns to Jimin. The older vampire studies his tearstained face. Jungkook’s lips turn downwards and begin to tremble.

“Do you want a hug?”

“Yeah”, Jungkook whimpers and falls into Jimin’s open arms.

You will be gone for two days. No attempt to find or contact you will be successful. You will return without explanations, you will silently eat the food they prepare and then you will lock yourself in the library again. The answer to where you had been and what you had done won’t ever leave your lips.

They honk their car as they arrive. You can hear it from the study. It’s a surprise that they arrived so early. The snow storm is at its worst today. It was better yesterday, but is awful today.

You can hear them talk outside. You already hate what will follow. You don’t want to be disturbed. You can’t stop. Not now. You are almost finished with the chapter.

A knock on the door lets you know that your worst nightmare is becoming reality. The door opening makes it real. You lower your head to the book. You are almost finished. Why did they have to come now?

“Happy Holidays”, Seokjin is the one to speak first, walking into the room in big steps.

Emma follows with a bouquet made out of conifer tree branches and rose hips. The smell disgusts you. It smells good. Why would they bring you something good?

“Happy Holidays ___”, Emma singsongs only to get stopped by Seokjin with a hand on her shoulder. They exchange a knowing look.

“Hey”, you dismiss them with a flick of your wrist. You flip the page.

“The uhm, drive was smoother than we thought it would be”, Seokjin says.

You don’t answer him, flipping the pages and scribbling something into your papers. You won’t be able to decipher it ever again because of your cramping hand messing up the letters.

“How are you doing?” Seokjin asks.

“Good.”

“Yeah? You seem…”

You lift your eyes in warning.

“…tired”, Seokjin says and smiles worriedly, “did you work a lot today?”

You look at the watch. Well fuck. It’s ten past nine already. You started work seventeen hours ago. And you didn’t get anything? No new spells? No new revelations? Nothing? Fuck. You rip the page at its corner as you flip it angrily. The words are so blurry in your eyes, but you blink it away.

“I didn’t. I only just started”, you murmur, forgetting all about them in the room. At least you hope to do so.

“Well uhm”, Seokjin touches the side of his neck in slight helplessness, “we are planning to unpack and then have dinner with the others. Can we count you in?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll join you”, you dismiss him, not meaning a word of it.

Emma and Seokjin exchange a look.

“Well then, we’ll see each other soon?”

“Mhm yeah.”

They leave the room and won’t see you for the rest of the evening. You forget about them the moment the door closes and won’t think of them again. You will fall asleep on your desk that night until you wake again four hours later and start your search anew.

The air is warm and smells of roses. The sound of a fountain is filling your ears. You are in the greenhouse. Somewhere a piano is playing. You know the melody instantly. It is the melody Yoongi used to accompany the sweet words in his notebook. You remember when he sang them to you quietly and shyly in the dim and calm morning when people were waking up from the witches’ party. It was the morning you and Yoongi were so incredibly drunk at Meredith’s place. You and Yoongi just finished loving each other and were talking in bed about the comfort of being with each other when Yoongi had an idea. He decided to hurry downstairs to get his guitar and then he drunkenly performed Your Song in nothing but his long shirt. He was so endearing back then. The melody is coming from outside. Right behind those golden doors. You set off to run the moment you realise what was happening.

You throw yourself against the golden doors, stumbling through them and right into his wing. Your mind doesn’t take in the illogicality of the layout. You are just happy to finally see him again. The light bulbs are changed. It is finally bright in here. The melody is so loud in your ears.

“My prince!” you call out, crying tears of happiness, “my prince, you’re awake!”

The music room is open. You stumble into it. The lights are on, illuminating him from behind. His skin is golden in life.

“Yoongi!”

He lifts his head.

The music stops.

His eyes soften and his lips curl into a warm smile.

“You’re finally here. I was waiting for you”, he says.

You don’t understand what he means by that, but you don’t want to ask. Yoongi is back. He is finally back.

“Yoongi, my beloved Yoongi”, you press out and barely manage to get to him. Blinded by your tears and limps overtaken by happiness, all you want to do is break down and cry for hours, “you are finally back.”

Yoongi reaches for you, “come here”, he says, opening his arms for you. His fingers are so close to intertwining with yours. So close.

“My love I-”

Darkness drags him away within a second. Strong, invisible hands drag you into the opposite direction of wherever he loses himself in. You screech his name, but too late. The hands are dragging you away and Yoongi disappears in darkness.

You flinch awake.

“No!” you scream, lifting your arm to throw whoever touched you across the room.

“It’s me. It’s just me”, Taehyung blurts out, stumbling back quickly.

“Taehyung”, you lower your arm, “no. No, why would you wake me? I didn’t- for once I- for once I didn’t feel anything.”

“You, you didn’t?” Taehyung’s voice breaks in heartbreak, “darling, you just passed out in the middle of the hallway. W-what do you mean you, you didn’t feel- oh god”, Taehyung bites down on his tongue. He is so heartbroken. He thought that loosing Jimin will be the most pain he could ever feel, but watching you destroy yourself like that hurts just as much. He was on his way to your wing when he saw your passed out form lying lifelessly in the middle of the hallway. Your heart was barely beating and your lungs barely took in air. And so he shook you and begged you until you finally flinched awake.

“What are you talking about?” you hiss, “I was with Yoongi for once. Why would you wake me?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “no you weren’t. You were dying. Your heartbeat was barely there.”

“No I was- he was- no I was with him”, you sit up, “holy fuck, I was with him.”

“No, you weren’t! Whatever you saw was death reaching out for you.”

“Holy shit”, you can’t even hear what Taehyung is telling you, “shit, I wasted so much time. I need to get back to my research”, you say, peeling yourself up even if everything hurts.

“Please don’t go”, Taehyung begs, holding you by your shoulders. You don’t notice it, but he is the only reason why you are even standing in the first place.

“I need to get to the library. Yeah, I think I’ll go now. The storm’s not that bad”, you talk to yourself, eyes already glued to the far, far away front door.

“No, you need to stay here please”, Taehyung begs, stepping to the side as you are trying to flee. He blocks your way like that.

“Taehyung let me pass. I’m totally fine.”

“No, you are not. You are going to actually die if you go out into this storm.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll keep myself warm with my magic.”

“You can barely even keep yourself standing. No amount of magic could help you tonight.”

“Taehyung, get out of my fucking way. The library closes in an hour and I need to get the books. Tonight.”

“They will still be there tomorrow.”

“I have to get them tonight, Kim Taehyung. Tonight.”

Taehyung doesn’t know what hurts more. Being addressed by his full name by someone who once called him the sweetest nicknames or knowing that you still continue breaking yourself even if your body already showed you that it was at its limits.

“Please stay with me”, he begs with his voice frail in agony.

“Let go of me, I’m not saying it again.”

“Oh god”, Taehyung croaks and feels as tears fill his eyes, “I’m begging you, just stay with me. Please.”

With a trembling sigh, you watch the tears roll down his cheeks. Clarity comes back to you. What are you doing? You can’t be angry at him. Not Taehyung. He doesn’t deserve it.

“Fine. I’ll stay”, you whisper, “but only if I can sleep in your bed tonight.”

“Yes, please”, he is still begging even now after you promised him to stay, “please, just stay close to me”, he pleads and picks you up to carry you to his wing.

You listen to him talk to Jimin that night. He isn’t aware that you are still awake.

“I can’t take much more, Jimin. She is destroying herself and I am watching helplessly. All I am trying to do fails. I am helpless. And it is breaking me into a million pieces”, Taehyung said that night and then sobbed in Jimin’s arms. You don’t witness when Jimin finally manages to calm him down as you passed out in pure exhaustion before that could happen.

You snap your fingers. The torches flicker on. The chains make a sound as he moves.

Your eyes are pinned to him, not breaking away. They are cold in hatred.

“Well fuck”, he lets out and laughs mockingly, shaking his head, “hello there, little one.”

You tighten your jaw.

“It’s a party upstairs, isn’t it?” he laughs mockingly, “why are you here? Did the others not want you partaking in the festivities?”

You tighten your jaw. It was the night of your winter holiday party tonight. Taehyung hired people to decorate the estate. Seokjin and Emma cooked dinner. They all bought presents for each other, currently celebrating in the big dining hall with the fireplace burning and a big tree loaded with decoration. They didn’t notice when you left. Dinner is almost done so Emma told the group. You should sing karaoke in the meantime so Hoseok suggested. It feels like mockery to you. Offensive mockery. How could they celebrate when your family wasn’t whole? How could they laugh and sing and dance when Yoongi wasn’t with you? When he was still sick? Their good mood felt like offensive mockery to you. And so you left. Finding yourself in the only place which didn’t make you angry. At least not for the same reasons. Looking at Namjoon fills you with true anger. And hatred. Such hatred.

“What? Did you come to bore me?” Namjoon challenges.

“Funny. How you still think that you can act like a fucking cunt when I clearly have the upper hand.”

Namjoon shows you a lopsided smile, “tell me how is your beloved doing? What was his name again? Ah yes. How is Yoongi doing?”

“Don’t fucking say his name! You know exactly how he is doing! You put him into the state he is in now!” you yell at him, painting victory onto his features. You understand. He has the upper hand. That’s what he wanted to show you with the question. By reacting that emotional you showed him how much power he still has over you.

“Of course. How terribly rude of me to forget”, Namjoon says and smirks gleefully, “so how is the search for a cure going?”

You want to scream at him again, but you shouldn’t. This is exactly what he wants to happen. You already gave him too much power. You bite down on your tongue and straighten your back.

“It’s going very well actually, thank you for asking”, you say as calmly as possible.

“Oh this is wonderful. The little piglet is trying to lie to me”, Namjoon scrunches his nose up in disgusted wonder.

You darken your gaze. He laughs upon watching it happening.

“Oh! I know something fun”, he says, widening his eyes, “let’s play a little game. I call it the guessing game. I guess why you are here and you yell at me. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Why are you the way you are?” you say, feeling so…disgusted. You can’t even explain it, but you do. He ignores your question.

“Now. I think that you are here because you are desperate. Desperate for answers as to why I did it”, he pouts, “why did I hurt poor, little Yoongi oh so very much?” he mocks your voice, trying to look as heartbroken as he can.

You clench your hands to fists. Namjoon soaks up the view with hungry eyes.

“And now you are wondering how you could hurt me. But you won’t and you want to know why, little one?” Namjoon steps closer until the chains stretch and his arms are lifted just slightly above his head, “because despite your wonderful hatred for me, you hope that I find it in myself to help you.”

You are very sure that he saw you react in surprise. He figured you out.

“Congratulations on finally realising that you are a witch. It must be exhausting having so much power and no one to guide you. So what better teacher is there than one of the very few, who was present when it was all created?” he runs his eyes up and down your body, “and given how your beloved is currently, well…busy and Yaeji hasn’t shown her face in two centuries, it leaves me”, he straightens up, finally showing you his real size proudly, “tadala.”

You want to hurt him. You really, really do. You want to make him feel the kind of pain you have to feel each and every fucking day.

“Now tell me how right I was. Go on tell me”, Namjoon insists.

“Given how you like to talk big already lets me know that you have no idea how to help me, so this right here was a waste of air”, you spit, turning to leave. If you stay any longer he will actually make you scream again.

“Oh? Ohohoho I hurt your pride”, he coos and laughs, “oh, I’m sorry. Did I step on your little toes, mhm?”

“What do you want?” you hiss, whipping back around to send him a deathly glare, “it’s not like being annoying is going to get you out of that cell.”

“Oh, but I don’t have to get out of this cell. Not when I’m in your little mind day in and out. I’m right where I want to be. Haunting your thoughts.”

You let out a breathy laugh, taking a step back in disbelief.

“What did I do to you? Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you, little one. I just love playing with you”, he says with innocent eyes, the kind which taunt you, “you can’t outsmart me, little one. I’ve been one step ahead of you ever since you started your little game of chase. I was in the shadows which kept you awake at night, I lingered in the silence when you thought yourself to be alone, every step you and your pathetic lover took, I already took before you. I am the goddamn master of games and I love to play”, he smiles, “I could do this all day.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m done playing your games. Either you tell me how to get Yoongi out of this mess or I’m leaving again.”

“Now that’s disappointing. Giving up so soon already?” his smile drops mechanically but the amused fire in his eyes stays, “I thought that you had more in you than that. Where is the fighter I love so much, mhm? The woman who clawed at the chair in fear but told her pathetic lover that it wasn’t his fault that he would rip her to shreds? Or the little girl who ran through the dark forest despite knowing that all the running in the world wouldn’t save her from death? Come on ___, give me a challenge.”

“Yeah? And despite all of that I’m still here. So where is the oh so skilful killer everyone sees you as, mhm? You couldn’t kill me all the times you tried. Sounds pretty pathetic to me.”

“But ___, I killed Yoongi.”

The second of victory you felt gets snuffed out and deep, painful hatred replaces it again.

Namjoon smiles brightly, showing you his teeth.

“Oh you are so much fun!” he exclaims and giggles, “you should see your face right now.”

“Fucking die!” you scream.

“Oh?” Namjoon lets out, widening his eyes in honest surprise as sharp pain courses through his head, “that’s interesting”, he laughs, “yes, that’s wonderful. Make my brain explode. How does it feel? How does it feel to hurt another person?”

“Shut up!” you yell, deepening your magic to the point where Namjoon bleeds out of his nose.

“Yes, give me everything. That’s it!” he exclaims, lips curling into a blissed grin. He writhes in pain, eyelids fluttering twice before he focuses his piercing gaze on you again, “it feels amazing doesn’t it? The power that comes with hurting another person is indescribable, isn’t it?”

“Be quiet, you disgust me so fucking much.”

“I disgust you? Ah ___ you are amazing”, he moans, throwing his head back and crying bloody tears, “I can feel it. I can feel my brain liquefying and fighting to heal. Oh it hurts so much”, he laughs, arching his back, “this is wonderful. The power you have, oh the carnage we could cause together if only you’d accept me.”

“Oh my god, be quiet”, you screech, spilling angry tears. You broaden your magic to the rest of his body, thinking about boiling his insides.

Namjoon yelps up, tugging at the magical chains holding him hostage.

“I hate you so much. I want you to die!”

“Yes, sweet girl yes!” Namjoon’s voice is muffled by the blood spilling out of his mouth, “hate me. Loathe me. Fucking crave my death! This is how it starts”, he growls, bloodied eyes focused on you in mad pleasure, “this is how it fucking starts”, he laughs and moans, knees buckling in weakness now that you are burning his lungs, “how I want you”, he chokes out, eyes focused on your face, “I could make you my equal. Together we could rule this world! He made you his princess? I could make you my queen!” he roars, “beautiful and twisted and dark as the night. My queen of carnage and suffering! Accept me ___!”

“Shut up!” you scream.

He starts gasping and coughing, unable to speak and you love it. You love that he doesn’t talk back anymore, finding comfort in the way he writhes in fight for air. You love that for just a second you have power over him. You are holding your hand over the flames of his life and with just one movement you could suffocate it and him right with it. You are the master of this game and you decide how it ends.

Namjoon lifts his eyes and smiles in understanding.

You stumble back. Your magic stops.

Namjoon gasps, growing big again now that pain isn’t dragging him down anymore.

“Yes!” he screams at you, laughing menacingly, “yes sweet girl yes! This was marvellous! Now tell me! Tell me how wonderful it felt to hold my life in your hands! Tell me!”

“Shut up!”

“Tell me how it felt to watch my creations die for your experiments. I bet you must have been so heartbroken about your failure and yet deep down it felt wonderful to know that you rid the earth of one more vermin. Admit it.”

“I’m not admitting anything! I hated it.”

“Don’t lie to me, I can sense when you do!”

“Well you are wrong. I hated every second of it.”

“Why are you lying? Why are you pretending as if you didn’t love it?”

“Because I didn’t!”

“Yes you did! Pain and death. Those things fuel you, admit it!”

“There is nothing to admit. If you hadn’t hurt Yoongi, I would have never turned into who I have to be.”

“Have to be?” Namjoon laughs, “you have to be nothing. You decided to let your pathetic grief turn you into an artist.”

“An artist?”

“Art, sweet girl. Pain, death, misery. It’s the most beautiful art a person can create. Oh to watch a person go from laughably confident to desperately pleading until heartbroken acceptance washes over them as they finally realise that death is imminent”, Namjoon pauses to writhe in pleasure, “it’s the most magnificent artwork one can create and you?” he gives you a lopsided smile, “you have potential for greatness.”

“You are disgusting.”

“Another lie.”

“I’m not lying! Stop it! I’m not lying!” you scream even if that makes him laugh.

“Of course you are. Lying to me, yourself, your friends. You pretend to be the good girl of the past, but you and I both know that you have long become an image of me.”

“No, I haven’t!”

“Of course you have, that is why you get off on killing my creations.”

“I’m not getting off on it.”

"Yes, you are. You love it. You love it so very much.”

“No, you are lying! You, you are saying all of that because you don’t know what else to say.”

“You loved it!” he yells at you, “admit it, little one. You loved it!”

“Yes! Yes, I fucking loved it!” you scream at him, stepping so close that you can smell the toxic stench of his blood, “each and every time I watched another one of your ugly rats die I fucking loved it! I can’t kill you, but at least I can rid the earth of your disgusting little creations and find comfort in the fact that one day you will be the only one left and then you will know that you have finally lost!”

Namjoon smiles, eyes flitting to your lips.

“See?” he rasps, “it wasn’t that hard to admit, was it?”

You stumble back with your heart aching in your chest. You touch your chest, feeling hot tears roll down your cheeks.

“Oh?” Namjoon watches it happening and pulls a grimace of faux worry, “how does he always say? Ah yes! Don’t cry, my princess.”

“Be quiet! Please!” you try to scream at him, but you end up sobbing, “I hate you! Die! Die! Die!” you screech, using every single painful spell you can think of to make him feel what you feel.

“Urgh”, Namjoon lets out, folding in on himself from the pain.

“Die! I hate you so much! You ruined everything!” you yell, kicking his stomach as your magic continues to distort his insides.

Namjoon groans, fighting the chains fruitlessly. The Unbreaking Shackles keep him from winning.

“Yes! Feel the pain! It hurts so much doesn’t it? Feel it!” you screech with mania in your eyes.

“What are you doing?”

You turn upon hearing the shocked voice behind you. Jimin is standing in the threshold, widened eyes racing between you and Namjoon’s writhing body.

“What are you doing here?” you throw back, stumbling back from Namjoon.

“I heard screaming so I thought I’d check it out. What the hell are you doing?”

“Cooking his intestines”, you pant and wheeze, squeezing the tears out of eyes.

“Uuuh…”

You whip around to hit Namjoon’s arm, “shut the fuck up! Stop moaning, you ugly cunt!” you yell at him.

“Impressive, but also what the fuck?” Jimin says.

“What?” you challenge him, “do you have pity for that monster?”

“N-no but still.”

“Urgh, you just ruined this moment. It’s no fun anymore”, you grumble, stopping the spell with a snap of your fingers.

Namjoon groans, throwing up black goo everywhere. He is heaving for air afterwards, body tangling from the chains weakly. You send him one last deathly glare and then turn to stomp out of the room. The torches die out, engulfing the room in pitch black darkness. You bump shoulders with Jimin as you pass him, making him stumble because he didn’t expect it even if he is able to see in the dark.

He catches himself soon enough, hurrying after you.

“You’re really fucking weird lately. Since when are you one for torture?”

“You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t do”, you hiss, almost throwing the door closed on him if he hadn’t caught it before that could happen. Jimin slips into the dark first prison, eyes glued to the back of your head.

“I never said that, but I can still tell you that you’re different.”

“Thanks, losing your boyfriend does that to you.”

“Yeah well, not all is lost. You still have the others and they are waiting for you upstairs.”

“Let them wait.”

The prison door falls closed behind Jimin. Your initial plan was to take the path to your left and disappear in the tunnels, but you can’t do that now with Jimin tailing you like an annoying shadow. So you take the path to your right, clenching your jaw because your plans were all ruined.

“Where are you going now?”

“Away.”

“Are you aware that we made dinner?”

“So? I told you that I’ll eat later.”

“Why not now?”

“Because I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah you are. I can smell it.”

You scoff and ignore him.

“___”, Jimin says loudly.

You keep walking.

“___ hey!”

You keep walking.

Jimin appears in front of you.

“I’m fucking talking to you.”

“Yeah, sadly.”

“You’re not fucking funny when you’re like this”, Jimin hisses, “get a grip, for real.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Why? So you can go around torturing people again?”

“Urgh”, you growl angrily, thinking of someplace else. You disappear. Or so you think as seconds later, Jimin stumbles into your body after getting dragged with you through the portal.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, taking a step back.

“Oh god”, Jimin groans and bends forward to gag loudly, “I’m gonna be sick urgh”, he retches, holding his own stomach.

“Why did you touch me? I wanted to be alone.”

Jimin lifts his finger, signalling you to give him a moment. He gulps, taking a deep breath afterwards.

“I fucking hate portals”, he murmurs and shudders, “urgh that was the worst.”

“That’s what you get for grabbing me like that.”

“Grabbing you like that? Excuse me, I was merely trying to get you to stay.”

“Well I didn’t want to stay. I wanted to be alone.”

“Yeah. I can see that”, Jimin says, looking around himself.

You are in the middle of the forest, surrounded by snowy conifer trees and leafless scrubs.

“It’s your fault. I was trying to get to the lake, but you interrupted my signals”, you say, stomping off into the direction of the estate. At least you hope that this is where it is.

“Your signals?” Jimin follows, “what? Like a GPS?”

“Basically.”

He snorts, “well, I’m sorry for messing up your magical GPS. It won’t happen again.”

“Tch.”

Jimin dodges a low hanging branch. A little bit of snow drips onto his shoulder because of it.

“Where are you going?” he asks you.

“Back. It’s cold.”

“Exactly. Couldn’t you have teleported us to somewhere warmer?”

“Be quiet.”

Jimin watches you fight off some shrubs. You stomp off confidently once you won.

“___, where are you going?” he calls after you.

“The estate obviously.”

“___!”

You ignore his call. He is so annoying.

“___!”

“What?” you whip around.

“The estate’s this way”, Jimin says, pointing over his shoulder.

You huff out air, stomping into the direction of where he is pointing. You avoid his eyes, not wanting him to know that you were embarrassed by your mistake.

Jimin follows you. On any other day he would have teased you about your mistake, but not today. You look tired and stressed and, quite frankly, broken by the world and Jimin knows better than to tease you. You aren’t yourself, so making mistakes was prone to happen.

“Really quick question. Why aren’t you opening another portal?” he asks you. He isn’t cold, but can see that you are shivering.

“Because it’s not that easy. My magic needs time to charge up again.”

“Well, maybe slow down and you’ll have more energy.”

“I can’t. I’ve already wasted so much time. I wanted to read the book today. Yeah, the one book. Stupid idea. Why did I teleport? I have to read the book.”

“___”, Jimin tries, taking your hand.

“What?” you hiss at him, letting him pull you back closer to him.

He takes off his jumper.

“The fuck are you doing?” you ask him, running your eyes up and down his exposed torso, “you’re stripping? Now?”

“Here”, Jimin says, pushing the jumper against your chest, “put it on, you’re shivering.”

“Oh, uhm”, you eye the blue sweater then his face. He seems determined to give it to you. “Thanks”, you mumble, accepting the jumper to pull it over your head. You feel warmer instantly.

“Sure.”

Jimin sets off, lifting his feet high to manoeuvre through the high snow successfully. You follow him. He looks unaffected by the cold.

“Are you sure that this is the way back?”

“Yes, I can hear the music coming from there. Tae’s playing the violin. Not like you care.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I meant”, Jimin says, sneaking a glance your way. At least you are walking normally instead of running like a stressed deer. “I’m going to tell you the same thing you told me all those months ago. Tae loves you, so stop being an asshole to him.”

“I’m not being an asshole, the fuck?”

“Yeah you are. You think your whole entire I gotta save the world no matter what act doesn’t hurt him?”

“I’m not- this is not an act. I have to save Yoongi, don’t you get it?”

“I do, oh trust me, I do. If Tae was the one in a magical coma, I’d move heaven and hell to get him back, but you’re losing yourself and with it you are hurting Tae.”

“Tae understands that I have to do it. He’s helping me, isn’t he?”

“He’s only helping you because he’s scared that if he didn’t, you’d work yourself to death”, Jimin hisses with his voice slightly raised, “can you just for once pull your stubborn head outta your ass and think? You were so good at seeing things from other people’s perspective in the past. Where’s that empathy now?”

“Don’t…” you have to gulp, “don’t say that.”

Jimin pauses upon hearing the honest and utter hurt in your voice. He stops while you continue walking.

“Hey ___” he runs after you.

“I have empathy. I, I care for other people. I care. I do care. I care”, you are lost in repeating the same sentence over and over again, “I care. I care. I, I do care. I-I’m not- I’m not like him. I care.”

“Hey”, he tries again, touching your hand.

You flinch, looking scared for just a second before anger replaces it.

“Leave me alone”, you hiss, moving your hand away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“As if you cared.”

“I do. I care”, Jimin insists and takes a cautious step closer, “I care.”

The honesty in his voice gives you enough reassurance that whatever you said, he will take seriously. And so you speak.

“He said that I’m turning into him. And, and that he killed-”, you can’t continue, “-I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“He lied”, Jimin says, “you are neither turning into him nor did he kill Yoongi. He lied.”

“No, he knew everything I wanted to say and, and why I visited him in the first place and, and he knew that I lied when I said that, that,”, you look at Jimin, remembering that he had no idea about what you have been doing in the tunnels, “it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does”, Jimin says, placing his hand on your upper arm, “Namjoon is abusive and manipulative. He will find the stuff which upsets you the most and he will use it against you until you feel like screaming. Whatever he said to you was nothing but his fucked up way of abusing you emotionally.”

“But he was right. In some parts he was right”, you whisper shakily, “when I hurt him I, I felt victorious. I liked it, Jimin”, you whimper, “I liked it.”

“I mean. Who wouldn’t enjoy a good torturing session with him? I sure as hell know that I’d have a bloody blast if I ever got the chance to do all the things he did to me. But that doesn’t mean you are turning into him.”

“I don’t know.”

“___ believe me”, Jimin cups your face, “I know firsthand how it feels to come out of a conversation with Namjoon. He had his fangs in you the whole time and bullshitted the ever living shit out of you.”

You lower your head.

“But that’s nothing to be ashamed of”, he says, tilting your head up again. He gives you a comforting, empathetic smile, “you came out of that conversation. That’s all that matters.”

“Fuck”, you let out, feeling so incredibly weak, “I’m so goddamn tired”, you confess and with a gentle push, escape Jimin’s grasp.

He watches you continue your defeated walk back to the estate, jogging to catch up with you once you are just far enough away from him.

“You know, if you want to talk-“

“I don’t want to talk anymore”, you interrupt him, “I just wanna get back to the estate and read the damned book.”

“Or perhaps the book could wait and you want to join us for dinner?” Jimin suggests, earning himself a dark look from you, “fine. No more talking.”

The estate is just in sight. Maybe nothing more than eight centimetres of size in your eyes’ view and with its illuminated windows looking like golden dots against the otherwise grey canvas. The walk is still long. Too long. Ending at the same place and situation you have found yourself in for too many weeks. Hopelessness and impasses.

You never should have visited Namjoon. Why did you think that he would help you? That he would be willing to give you answers? You are such a stupid woman sometimes.

“You know that night Yoongi talked to me was actually the night I wanted to leave you guys.”

You sneak a glance at Jimin. There are flakes of snow in his raven hair. They look like stars on the night sky.

“Didn’t we agree on no talking?” you ask him.

“It’s a nice story. You want to hear it, trust me.”

“Fine, then tell me.”

“I was pissed. So goddamn fucking pissed at the fact that I was losing Tae to you guys”, he laughs at himself at that sentence.

“If this is gonna be a story about how you found redemption, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Just listen.”

“I am.”

“Yoongi came to my room that night. I was so pissed at first. Pissed and angry and, and…scared? Yeah, I guess I was really scared too. Because holy fuck, Yoongi’s in my room and I’m fucking alone with him, lost all my strength and I’d been provoking him ever since I returned, surely he was finally here to kill me.”

Jimin takes a deep breath.

“But he didn’t. He didn’t even yell at me. He just looked at me, then the suitcase I was packing and then he asked me what I was doing. So I told him that I was planning to leave because you all piss me off.” Jimin sneaks a glance at you, “sorry, I was being a dick.”

“It’s fine.”

He looks back at the trail.

“What happened next?” you ask quietly because you wanted to know more. Something you didn’t know about Yoongi yet. Something to keep him alive. Even if it just in stories.

“Nothing. He just looked at me. He looked at me for such a long time that I grew almost furious. Why was he looking at me? Does he want to turn me mad before hurting me? That’s what I thought. And I wanted to yell at him, but before I could, he talked. He walked to my bed, sat down at the edge of it and asked me why I treated Tae the way I did when I promised him love.”

Jimin’s breath shudders as he exhales, his hands close to fists.

“And I stared. I stared at him and I didn’t know what to say. And, and my chest ached so much because he asked me something so many people asked me before, but it was him who asked it. Yoongi.”

Jimin blinks rapidly.

“Maybe it doesn’t make any sense to you, but when he asked that question my behaviour with Tae became so painfully real to me. Yoongi never cared about Tae or me or our relationship. Well, at least he pretended not to care. But now he was sitting here in my room, on my bed, and he asked me such an important question. And, and everything ached so much because of it.”

He pauses for a moment. The snow crunches under your feet. You can feel its effect on your skin as it falls from the sky, but you stay cold to it.

“And I told him that I had no idea. I wanted to call him names and tell him to piss off, but I didn’t. I just spoke the truth. That I didn’t know why I treated him like I did. And Yoongi merely nodded his head and hummed and then he was silent again.”

He holds your hand to help you over a high heap of snow, holding your hand on the way down as well. He lets go afterwards, but the warmth of his touch still remained on your skin.

“And it frightened me so much that, that I continued to speak. I told him that I can only get Tae to stay with me if I acted the way I did and Yoongi scoffed and told me that suffocating him will one day end in his fondness for me to suffocate right with him. And he was so right and, and it pissed me off so much. So I called him an asshole and Yoongi looked at me and sighed as if he was disappointed in me.”

He scoffs in amusement.

“And that pissed me off even more, because I, I was being held responsible by Yoongi and that scared me so much. So I told him to stop being nosy and to piss off and Yoongi didn’t say anything, he let me finish my asshole rant. He nodded his head. And then there was silence again and I’m telling you by that point I wanted to cry because it felt like he was torturing me. He, he was supposed to come here to kill me, to be mean to me and to explode like he always did and now he was talking to me. Normally. Patiently. Respectfully. While I called him names. And it hurt so much because I felt so respected while being so disrespectful in return. And that hurt so much. And then he talked again. I remember it clearly.”

He looks at you. You stop. Jimin stops. The snowfall continues.

“He looked into my eyes and told me that despite his distaste for me, he understood why I acted the way I did. And that he was sorry for what Namjoon did to me.”

Jimin breaks eye contact, letting his eyes race over the endless sky. The snow hits his face, but he stays unaffected by it.

“And then he told me that it was my decision to leave, but shall I choose to stay, I could live with the knowledge that Namjoon will never get to me again because he was there to protect me, just like he was there to protect all of you guys.”

He sniffles.

“And then he said that he hoped that one day he and I could finally stop fighting because he doesn’t want my harm, he just wants me to heal from what I’ve been through.”

He listens to the small whimper you let out and feels himself become sad as well.

“He did tell me that I was acting like a big asshole at some point in that conversation, just so we’re clear. He didn’t lose all of his gruff”, he jokes in hopes of turning your whimper into a laugh.

It works. Partially. As it was of incredibly sad nature, just as your scent was soaked in it. So he tries to cheer you up by nudging you with his elbow. It elicits another chuckle and for your eyes to lock with his. Your smile fades out slowly, your eyes race between his’.

“Why did you tell me this?” you ask quietly.

“I don’t know. I just thought that maybe you wanted to know a story about him you didn’t know yet.”

An honest smile brushes your face just as quick as a breath of wind does a tree. Sad and aching yearning remains.

“I did”, your voice is barely present, “thank you, Jimin…I guess”, you lower your eyes, “I guess, I don’t know”, you whisper.

Jimin places his hand on your arm, making you look at him. His eyes carry understanding comradery.

“I miss him too”, he whispers, “you will get him back, I promise you.”

“I don’t know anymore.”

“Don’t think about what Namjoon said. He was the manipulative cunt he always is. You will reunite with Yoongi.”

“What if-“

“No ifs. There are no ifs. Only when”, he interrupts you, “call me a hopeless romantic, but from what I have learned from living for too many lifetimes, there are certain people meant to meet and be together. And you two are such people.”

“What, like soulmates?” you ask mockingly. There would have been a time in your life where such words would have melted you into a puddle of giddiness. But not anymore. Nothing can melt the iciness you feel each passing day. You just find mocking in the warmth.

“Call it however you want. But I know. I know that no matter where or when you guys would have been born, you would have always found each other.”

You listen. The thought hurts. That no matter how long or short it would have taken the two of you to find each other, you would have. It hurts so much because he isn’t here anymore.

“I just don’t…feel that anymore.”

“Oh be quiet”, Jimin says, giving your arm a squeeze, “I have known Yoongi for almost three centuries, but not once has someone managed to make him commit to more than just a quick fling, let alone turn his emotions on. But you did. Three thousand years and then you come along and make him feel. Feel so greatly that he is laughing and smiling and thinking about life. And if that isn’t proof enough that no matter what happens, the two of you will end up together, then I’ll be fucking damned.”

“I feel like it’s not possible anymore.”

“You may feel like it now, but that’s your exhausted brain talking. Listen to me. You two will dance in the greenhouse again and hug in the sitting room and, and do whatever cheesy shit you guys do in private. I know it.”

You don’t make a sound as the tears begin to fall. You just let it happen, sinking into yourself before Jimin lets you fall safely against his chest instead.

“I know it, ___, I know”, he whispers, holding you the entire time you cry that night outside in the noiseless snowfall.

Consciousness returns to you come morning. You didn’t go to bed after Jimin left you in your bedroom. You left for the library again. The book couldn’t wait. You must have fallen asleep.

You lift your head, flinching in surprise when you finally take in the shadow beside you. Taehyung flinches back, retreating his hand from shaking you by your shoulder.

“It’s only me”, he says, “please don’t hurt me.”

You blink in the bright room. Every inch of your body hurts. Your stomach aches in hunger. You didn’t eat dinner last night. Even if they tried to get you to eat some. You were too upset to feel appetite. The consequences show themselves in the form of a painful stomach cramp.

Taehyung watches you clasp your own stomach and listens to the painful groan you let out.

“Darling, do you want to eat breakfast?” he asks.

“I can’t eat breakfast. I wasted so much time. I need to get back to my research.”

Taehyung watches you as you scramble to your feet to get new books. He follows you. You manage to get as far as five steps and then your knees buckle in weakness. Taehyung circles you, placing his hands on your waist, holding you up that way.

“Eat something first, please”, he tries.

“I’ll do it later. Promise”, you dismiss him, pushing yourself past him.

“No”, Taehyung says and picks you up.

“Hey! What are you doing!? Let me down”, you gasp, growing limp over his shoulder in pure exhaustion.

“You are going to eat your cursed breakfast or so heavens help me.”

“Taehyung, please let me down. I can walk on my own.”

Taehyung does let you down. In the kitchen. Where the others are gathered around the table with a grim and worried expression.

“What are you guys doing here?” you ask them.

“We need to talk”, Seokjin says with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Okay?”

“You have to eat”, Jungkook says, pointing at the food presented on the table.

Taehyung pushes you down on a chair, placing himself beside you to take watch.

“We won’t leave this room until you ate”, Seokjin says sternly.

Leftovers from yesterday’s dinner are waiting for you. Right next to a plate of pancakes. The edges are slightly burned and someone drew a heart on them with chocolate syrup.

You lift your head, staring at Taehyung. His head is lowered, his gaze shy. He is even fumbling with his thumbs, gnawing on his lower lip.

“Did you cook that?” you ask him.

“Yes, I did and I worked very hard on them, so please eat them. And the leftovers, they taste so good. You have to try them. Please.”

With a trembling sigh, you look back at the pancakes. He did that for you, because he wanted you to feel better. They all did that for you, even if you were acting like a total bitch lately.

You pick up the cutlery and cut into the sweet cakes. They are fluffier inside than they may look outside. The first bite almost melts in your tongue from how delicious they are.

“And?” Taehyung asks insecurely.

“They’re really good. Thank you so much”, you whisper, feeling close to tears.

You are so stupid for visiting Namjoon last night. Now all you want to do is cry. You worked so hard to get over that phase and now it’s back. You hate this so much.

Hoseok places a cup of your favourite tea in front of you, sitting down afterwards. Seokjin and Emma join his side. Jungkook sits down opposite of them. Taehyung makes sure that the right amount of milk is in the tea, sitting down next to you.

“Thank you”, you say, tensing up when he places his hand on your arm most tenderly.

“Of course. I just want you to be healthy. You know that, don’t you? We all do.”

“Yeah, I do. I’m sorry, you guys. I know I should have stayed with you last night, but I just…couldn’t.”

“We know. Jimin told us everything once you went to bed”, Jungkook reassures you.

You sneak a glance at Jimin. He is sitting next to Jungkook, watching you eat with a stern yet compassionate expression.

“I see”, you whisper. You force yourself to take another bite of the pancakes. So they know you visited Namjoon. They know about what you did to him. You have to fight to swallow the food. It wants to leave you again, but you can’t let that happen. You are so hungry, you have to eat. “Those pancakes are really good”, you press out with a trembling voice, forcing another bite to stay in your mouth.

Taehyung cups the back of your head and pulls you into a soft forehead kiss. It stops some of that awful tension in your chest.

“Eat as much as you want, sweetest.”

“Mh-hm.”

Your gazes meet.

“I’m sorry”, you whisper, “I’m being a lot lately.”

“It’s okay, darling”, Taehyung assures you, giving you a soft smile. He caresses your elbow, “we’ll figure it out together.”

“Yes, we will. Thank you”, you say, leaning closer for another forehead kiss.

One Taehyung retorts happily. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand once he pulls back.

“Now eat, sweetest. You need the strength.”

You turn to the pancakes and eat them. You feel a little better doing it. Taehyung’s presence helps you feel strong enough not to throw them up again. The others are here too, paying you company. You look at them. Every single one of them gives you a smile when you lock eyes. You have to look away in the end. You want to cry. You really do.

“You guys should eat too”, you whisper, “there is so much food still here, I can’t eat it alone.”

“I think that’s a good idea. Anyone want something to drink to it?” Hoseok offers, standing up to get some coffee.

“Coffee would be lovely”, Emma says.

“For me too”, Jimin says.

The others decline him, but begin sharing the food with you. It tastes better now that you are sharing it with them. You aren’t immune to the feeling of sharing food with your dearest friends. It makes you feel connected to them and maybe for just a little while, you don’t feel alone anymore. The feeling is so strong, even, that after some time you even like the conversation they have, partaking in it with a lighter heart. So much happened in their lives. Seokjin and Emma have started to propagate flowers for the next season. They invite you to come visit them once they start planting them. You accept it under the condition that if Yoongi is better, you will come. Hoseok has started a dance program in town. You had no idea, but apparently the others did. Jimin agreed to help him with setting everything up and they agreed on each teaching a class. Hoseok will teach modern dance while Jimin will have a more classic approach. You are so excited for them and promise to visit them once Yoongi is better again.

Jungkook has been training with Taehyung. He is getting better day by day. You knew he would. He is such a fighter.

And Taehyung plans to take you on a trip to the coast. You promise him to take him up on his offer once Yoongi is back.

“No. We will leave later today”, Taehyung says.

“What?” you gasp. The once sweet sugar cookie starts to taste bitter on your tongue, “but you know that I can’t leave.”

“I know, but you really need a break and I promise you that a few days at the coast will do you well.”

“No they won’t. I have so much stuff to do.”

“Stuff which will still be here once you return. The others all agreed to it. They will care for Yoongi while you and I relax.”

You look at the others.

“You agreed on it? Without asking me?”

“You were never here so we thought that we could surprise you”, Hoseok explains.

“Surprise me? By doing what? Sending me away like a crazy person?”

“We aren’t sending you away like a crazy person. We want you to be able to relax for a few days”, Emma explains, “I promise you that finding a solution will come so much easier to you once you gave your brain a little break.”

“How could you do this to me?” you ask them, looking back at Taehyung, “you can leave without me. I’ll stay.”

“Please darling. I have so much stuff planned to do with you. Can’t you do this for me?”

“But Yoongi.”

“He will be in good hands with the others.”

“I can’t give up on him.”

“I’m not asking you to give up on him, I’m asking you to not give up on yourself in the process! You need a break, please listen to me.”

“A break? You think I can relax when, when I know that, that I’m wasting so much time not doing what I’m supposed to do?”

“You are supposed to relax!” Taehyung is yelling, but you stand your ground.

“No! I’m supposed to safe him! I’m the only fucking person who can do that. I’m the one with magic. I’m the one who, who even put him into this state in the first place.”

“Do you hear yourself?” Taehyung laughs breathily, “you didn’t do that to him. Namjoon did.”

“Yes and I have to reverse it”, you yell because you can’t do anything else anymore, “I can’t give up on him.”

“You are acting reckless.”

“I didn’t give up on you either, did I?”

“But you did!” he yells, slamming his hand on the table. You thought Taehyung yelled before but this is different, this is soaked in pain and hurt and makes the room shake, “you went and fell in love with Yoongi while I was suffering in prison. You gave up on me long ago, be fucking honest!”

“Taehyung”, Seokjin and Hoseok gasp simultaneously.

“Don’t say that”, Jungkook gasps, staring at him with widened eyes.

“Yeah seriously, that’s not true. Even I can see that”, Jimin says.

Taehyung looks between them, then back at you. The utter heartbreak on your face almost shatters him.

“I didn’t mean that”, he says, trying to reach out for you, “my sweetest, I’m sorry, I-”

You step back before he can touch you, staring him down with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Darling”, Taehyung tries.

You turn without saying another word, leaving the room in big steps.

“___ my sweetest, I’m sorry please I-”, Taehyung gets his words cut off by you slamming the door closed right on front of his nose with the help of your magic.

They can hear one more door slamming closed and then you mask yourself with magic, making it unable to hear where you go next.

Taehyung turns, looking at the others with guilt and helplessness on his face.

“Please don’t be angry at me. I, I didn’t mean it”, he begs, breaking down a second later.

Jungkook is loading bags into one of their cars when you finally return. The really fast model with only two seats and way too much horsepower. Everyone, except Taehyung and Jimin, is here.

“What are you doing? Are you leaving?” you ask Seokjin and Emma.

“We aren’t. You and Jungkook are”, Seokjin tells you.

“What? But I told you that I don’t want to go.”

“And we didn’t fucking ask”, Seokjin hisses.

“Wow. Okay. Thanks.”

“Go with Kookie, it will do you good”, Emma says with more compassion in her voice, “you need a break. Taehyung needs a break as well. You know as well as we do that if you don’t take those few days off now, you might lose him.”

You thought about that as you tried to calm down far away from the estate. You know that Taehyung and you are at a breaking point. That one wrong step could ruin everything you built.

“Where is he?”

“Out with Jimin. Taking his mind off of everything”, Emma places her hand on your shoulder, “please go with Jungkook. He promised to let you be grumpy the entire trip.”

You look at Jungkook, who just this moment joined your side. He nods his head, looking at you sternly.

“And if you don’t want to do it for yourself. Do it for Tae. He needs to know that you are taking a break”, Hoseok says, “please ___ do that for him.”

They are right. Like so many times in the past, they are right. And you want to listen to them, even if it is extremely hard.

“Okay. Okay, I will go on this fucking trip”, you say, turning away when they start cheering for you. It feels like mockery to be happy about it. The only reason why you are going is because you want to show Taehyung that you haven’t given up on your relationship.

You hug them as they say their goodbyes, but you don’t feel good doing it. You should be in the library catching up on your books. They wish you a restful time and you wish them a good time. You know that you won’t be resting. You are leaving Yoongi. You are leaving the one person who needs your help.

You cry once Jungkook drives off. And Jungkook tries to comfort you with his hand on your thigh and tears in his eyes.

You cry long into the drive. At some point, Jungkook had to stop at a random shop. It was a carpenter. You got a panic attack. It forced you to throw up on the sidewalk. You are going the wrong way. You are leaving Yoongi. You screamed not at him, but at the injustice of the situation. And Jungkook cried with you and he did so as miserably as you. He only managed to calm you down after you took your ring off and he caressed your temples, kissing your forehead over and over again. He wouldn’t have ever been able to stop the attack otherwise. You continued the drive afterwards. The town is behind you, the endless highway is in front of you. Jungkook gave you some water to drink after crying too much. You finished a quarter of it, now clutching it between your legs. You want to cry more, but you can’t. You are going the wrong way. You shouldn’t put distance between you and Yoongi, you should be with him. Fighting for him. Helping him.

The sign for the exit passes you. You look at it until it disappears in the rear view mirror.

“You just passed the exit”, you tell him dryly.

“I know”, he answers you, speeding up.

You sneak a glance at him.

“We’re not going to the coast”, he explains.

“Huh? But Taehyung-”

“Taehyung decided to stay at the estate, it’s his fault. If he wanted to make sure that we arrived by the coast, he should have come with us.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m not abandoning Yoongi”, Jungkook tightens his grip on the steering wheel, “we’re not going to the coast, we’re going back to Meredith.”

So he understands. He is still willing to fight for Yoongi. And you will finally get all those books you have been dreaming about. Yoongi’s recovery will be so, so close. Overwhelmed by the happiness you feel, you lean in and kiss his cheek.

Jungkook flusters, sneaking a shy glance at you.

“Thank you, Kook”, you say, stealing one last kiss from him before falling back against the seat.

“Course”, he says and places his hand on your thigh, “you should try to sleep. We’ll drive the entire night.”

You intertwine your fingers with him and rest your head on the window, finally closing your eyes.

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sgiandubh · 7 months

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Why is it that it *urks* me S so easily plays the narrative with these porn loving young girls?! All he works for and accomplishes, he disrespects himself allowing his reputation to be linked to those kind of very young women. How can it be okay for him to let people believe he is a *man whore* (as the group of so called haters say)? It's not like they could still play the narrative with a beautiful woman that does not post her body parts all over social media!! I just feel like everytime they link him with one of those women, I lose a little more respect for him. For me, it also takes away from the love I've always seen between him and C. Ugh! I feel crazy for it bothering me! Am I the only one?!

Dear Bothered Anon,

I am sorry for the substantial delay. Flu happened still, and I wanted to have a clearer and rested mind in order to properly answer your question.

I shall again be brutally honest and say I really don't care at this point what brought you here: sincerity or elicitation of shippers' reactions on this very meh week-end. It doesn't really matter, either: but since Mordor is regularly accusing us of spoliation of evidence, I thought your submission deserved a careful answer. I know that annoys the shit out of them, too - not gonna lie, I am always pleased to oblige.

For our readers that have a normal life and were not here for Marple's midnight stalking session, here goes a summing-up of the facts (I hope you don't mind):

A video snippet of what is probably a more extended FaceTime conversation between S and Amanda Tutschek ( https://paintedpeachla.com/), a topless artist and painting tutor (100 USD/hour/class) from Vancouver, BC (but currently active in Venice Beach, Ca.) surfaced on Marple's account, supposedly dropped in her DMs by a good Samaritan. It is a nine second snippet ("... yeah...I was gonna put this one up here... but so funny... I was literally doing this yesterday and I was thinking about you...") with the comment: "Pimping out @samheughan's walls in Ireland (IE flag emoji)". It stayed on Tutschek's Instagram account for about four hours and then was promptly erased.

You start by telling me "S is playing the narrative with" the #silly calendar girls crowd. Is he, in this instance and if so, how can you (or anybody) be so sure?

Two scenarios are at play here:

First scenario: S/his people leaked this on purpose. Therefore, S is a troll.

Second scenario: Tutschek posted it as an Instastory on purpose. Therefore, S is a victim.

If S is trolling the fandom and I believe he is (only not now and not like this), why would he leak this on purpose? To emphatically let us know they're 'obviously not together'? To stir the pot between Queen *urv and Marple? To consolidate his man whore image, just when he was taking part in a critically important event in New York? I can understand the Lord of the Rings rigmarole (grinned for days), but assuming he is behind this strange snippet would be stretching the fabric of facts a bit too much, to my taste.

Also, despite *urv's delirious opinion ("he had a bedroom voice"), I think he just sounded tired and vaguely friendly: yes, I do think it's his voice. Not earlier than Friday evening, I received a video call on Fb from M, a (Taurus, hehe) former high school mate and one of my best friends. She always makes a point of telling me stuff like "I was buying grapes at the farmer's market and thought about you, how you absolutely hate them, so I called"/"I am at the Opera with Professor So-and-So, I told him about my brilliant friend in Athens, wanna say hi ?" That doesn't mean M wants me, the woman is happily married with two teenage boys. But she is a kind soul, with a superb understanding about what a friend really means (including being candidly obnoxious and immediately forgiven for it).

If Tutschek posted it out of her own accord on Insta, the reason would be simple: coat-tailing for clicks, shits and giggles. The insistent Ireland reference would point to that: I mean, the woman scrolled all the way down to the flag emojis to make sure we got the point (and in the process, more innuendo, mayhap). That would also explain why she promptly took it down: either because she realized somehow she pushed things a smidge too far or because she was strongly encouraged to cut the crap.

Seriously, whatever. This is just another episode of low-cost fuckery, irrespective of the two possibilities I just discussed. Her art is not as memorable as the bosom she generously shares with the world. It is borderline depressing and nothing to write home about, if you ask me. And the fact that the fandom quickly placed her in the same social circle with Quarantein Gia and Paparazzi Clarke, well... another major eyeroll, just here. The expected effect was exactly the one you described: to quietly gnaw at people's respect of S and also to chip a bit more of the fairytale.

This will happen only if you let them. These people, whoever they are, cannot challenge your reason, because there is nothing interesting or even logical about idiotic tidbits like this one. But they can and they are challenging and playing with your emotions, in order to instill doubt, insecurity, fear or disgust. I will not discuss Marple's editorial policy here (like her legally disingenuous use of someone else's material), simply because I do not want to give that derailed jukebox further space on my page. It is my sensible choice not to let these people in my world more than they deserve to be (very little). Maybe you should try it too, Anon. It could work for you as it did for me, once I came to terms with it.

I am not even sorry about the length of this answer. Haters gonna hate. I could not care less. Thanks for dropping by.

#Anon

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fleckficgirl · 9 months

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Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 10

Summary: Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Ha’s and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.

Warnings: This chapter contains mugging, memory loss, traumatic brain injury. This fic as a whole contains sex, language, violence, mental illness.

Word Count: 3164

Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Author’s Note: I’m back! Obviously, it took me sooo long to figure out how to write this next chapter, but I finally got it together. I really appreciate your patience in the meantime & hope you enjoy reading it. The plan is to post more regularly soon (Chapter 11 is almost done).

“Makeup is an art,” Chantelle and Tina had explained to you the night before. “Think of your face as a canvas.”

Despite all their well-intentioned beauty coaching, the cold, hard truth was you still had no idea what the hell you were doing - you couldn’t even keep the differences between moisturizer, foundation and concealer straight in your brain. And after twenty minutes of attempting to “paint” your face like the natural-born Rembrandt they were convinced you were, you’d stared back at your reflection in the mirror and decided you looked like a clown…and not in a sexy-Arthur-Fleck kinda way.

Exasperated, you’d washed everything off, opting instead for a tiny bit of mascara, lip gloss and powder.

But then there was the issue of your hair. You’d burned your fingers on Tina’s flat iron before managing to get things somewhat under control. But as soon as you stepped out onto the street the rain began to fall, causing your already-unruly mane to frizz up completely by the time you reached the subway.

Chantelle’s handpicked outfit, however, remained the only unblemished element of tonight's ensemble: her tight-fitting angora sweater did things for your non-existent cleavage you’d never imagined possible. You’d be sure to thank her profusely later…even though she thought you were going out with someone else tonight.

You’d never cared how you looked in front of a guy before…but Arthur Fleck wasn’t just a guy. To say he’d gotten under your skin was, perhaps, the understatement of your life: you were becoming crazy about the man.

You didn't know how you were going to survive this date. You could barely hold it together in Arthur’s presence without wanting to reach out and smother him with affection, and the kiss between you earlier today had only solidified your deepest desires. You wanted Arthur in so many ways…ways you didn’t even understand yet. It reminded you of the first time you’d ever rode the Giant Dipper at Amusement Mile: the sensation of your stomach flying up into your throat as you went over that first terrifying drop…a disconcerting mix of fear and exhilaration. Was this what being in love felt like?

***

The bouncer at Pogo’s frowned as you handed him your ID.

“Are you…um…are you alright, miss?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

You were thrown off by the question. “Of course. Why?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…have you looked in a mirror recently?”

You shook your head. The jerk was actually making fun of how bad your hair and makeup had turned out. People in this city really didn’t know how to act.

“Wow, you’re hilarious,” you rolled your eyes at him, snatching back your ID. “Can I please go inside now? My friend’s about to go on.”

You pushed past the rude bouncer and entered the club, scanning the room feverishly for an empty seat. Spotting one parallel to the center of the stage, your eyes lit up and you rushed over to claim it. As you sat down, a strange chill ran up your spine as you slowly began to realize: everyone was staring at you. Faces of concern and mockery swam around you, and you weren’t sure why.

Oh shit, you thought. Do I have something on my face?

Unfortunately, you hadn’t brought a compact mirror (Tina and Chantelle had given you a five minute lecture on the importance of always carrying on in your purse), so you couldn’t check. And you couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom because then you’d lose your seat. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, then glanced at your watch and saw the glass was cracked.

Weird. You hadn’t remembered smashing it against anything on the way over.

Your concerns about your appearance, however, were quickly dissolved as the current act wrapped and the emcee took the mic.

“This next comic describes himself as a lifelong Gotham resident who from a young age was told that ‘his purpose in life was to bring laughter and joy into this cold, dark world.’ Umm. Okay? Please help me welcome Arthur Fleck!”

You applauded along with the rest of the half-faded crowd as relief washed over you. Thank God you hadn’t missed him. As Arthur took the stage, your heart began to throb again. There were simply simply no words to describe how incredible he looked tonight. His red vest. The crisp, white button-down shirt underneath it. The matching slacks.

And his hair. His hair.

You were certain his hair was going to be the death of you. How was it possible that you and that gorgeous hair inhabited the same planet without the entire world imploding?

Arthur squinted out at the crowd before speaking. You knew he was searching for you, needing to see you in the audience, needing to know you were there for him. And you were. When the two of you locked eyes, he smiled. You smiled back at him and everything else fell away. It was you and Arthur again. And nothing else in this cold, dark world mattered.

You didn’t care that Arthur had a laughing episode at the beginning of his act. You didn’t care that basically all his jokes fell flat, either. You didn’t care about any of that. All you cared about was how proud you were of him. So proud, you felt like you could burst into a million pieces.

When he finished his set, you leapt to your feet, clapping and screaming. Arthur blushed from the stage, embarrassed…and pleased. Everyone was staring at you, then back at Arthur, then back at you in dazed confusion. Two weirdo peas in a pod…and proud.

“We’re gonna take a short break,” the emcee announced.

A moment later, you and Arthur found each other at the back of the club.

“You were amazing, Arthur!” you exclaimed as you threw your arms around him.

“I'm so glad you came tonight…” he hummed into your ear. Of course, your depraved mind twisted the meaning of those two words in your head, and you found yourself having to stifle a blushing smile. You felt your body quaver with excitement at being next to him once again.

“Wait a minute…” Arthur pulled back to look at you, shock and concern flooding his face.

“Y/N, what…what happened to you?”

You blinked. “What? Nothing happened to me.”

“You’re…you’re hurt.” Arthur looked you up and down, then lifted your hands to eye-level. Bruises in the shape of what looked like fingers and fingertips lined the insides of your wrists. You frowned at the sight, utterly confused.

“Y/N, who…who did this to you?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted. “I mean…I have a slight headache, but, y’know, it’s probably just the rain.”

“Y/N, look at me. Tell me what happened. Can you remember?”

It took a minute for your brain to register Arthur’s question, which you realized was a little strange.

“Well,” you inhaled, trying hard to formulate your thoughts. “I got on the subway…I know that. And I took it all the way to…well, whatever this stop was near here, you know? And then I got off the train and went up the stairs…and then…” you looked up into Arthur’s beautiful eyes. “And then I was here. Watching you perform for the very first time. And I’m so proud of you, Arthur!” you squealed as if you’d seen him for the first time tonight all over again.

“You don’t remember anything else? You must have hit your head.”

“I'm fine!”

“Y/N,” Arthur’s worried eyes blinked at you. “I don’t think you are. I think I need to take you to the hospital.”

“But it’s our big date!” you wailed. “I got all dressed up and everything!”

At that moment, a few Wall Street bro types brushed past and snickered at Arthur.

“Nice set, freak. In case you didn’t get the memo: you’re supposed to tell the jokes and the audience is supposed to laugh…not the other way around.”

"He has a laughing condition, you assholes!" you snarled at them without hesitation.

To everyone’s surprise, the bros paused, thrown off by the fact you’d called them out.

“Sorry…” Arthur interjected, glancing at the dudes apologetically. “She’s…she’s not feeling well.”

Arthur shot you a desperate please-shut-your-mouth-before-you-get-us-both-killed look, but you could see there was a tiny, triumphant smile curling up his lips underneath it. Still, the words were flying out of your mouth and there wasn’t much you could do to stop them.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” you continued loudly, glowering at them. “Maybe if assholes would shut their fat faces and stop acting ignorant, I’d feel better.”

“Okay, you’re coming with me now!” Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders and scooted you towards the door. You looked over your shoulder to see them staring after you, dumbfounded. The sight of it made you laugh.

“Y/N,” Arthur pulled you into him as soon as you were outside. “I’m taking you to Gotham Hospital. We’ve gotta get you checked out.”

“No, Arthur!” you protested. You didn’t exactly know why you were so opposed to the idea, but your first instinct was to protest.

“I’m worried about you,” he emphasized. “I’m fine!”

“Y/N, please. Please? Just do it for me. Just so I know you’re okay.”

“Okay.”

You’d switched it up so quickly, Arthur blinked in disbelief. He cleared his throat, nodding.

“Uh…okay. Good. Let’s go.”

“This is not where I expected to end up tonight,” you lamented. Arthur sat next to you, a clipboard given to him by the nurse at the front desk in his lap. He was trying to fill out your paperwork for you.

“Um. Your last name is…L/N right?”

“Yeah” You smiled at him. “How’d you know?”

Arthur blushed. “I…might have looked at your timecard. I was…curious about you. This was before…you know…we became...closer.”

“That’s so sweet! I looked at your timecard, too!”

Arthur stifled a laugh. “What’s your date of birth?”

He patiently wrote in all the answers and brought the completed forms back up to the desk.

“I’m surprised there aren’t more people here,” you observed, looking around at the handful of other patients. “It is a Friday night, after all.”

“It’s only ten o’clock,” Arthur reasoned. “My guess is things get crazier out there in a couple hours or so.”

“I feel like things are flying out of my mouth tonight without any filter,” you blurted. “And I’m not even that angry.”

“I feel like they are, too,” Arthur agreed. “But, that’s okay. I’m glad you agreed to come here. I’m…I’m still worried about you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning in. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Arthur looked a little startled, but he nodded.

“How do you get your hair to look so good all the time?”

Arthur’s eyebrows arched and he laughed.

“I'm serious!”

“No…I'm sorry,” he demurred, looking down at the tile floor. “It's just that nobody’s ever said that to me before.”

“Nobody ever said your hair looks incredible?” you asked. “Like it's the most gorgeous hair in the world? Nobody ever approached you to do shampoo commercials?”

“Maybe that's my true calling,” he joked.

“What shampoo do you use?”

"That's a personal question," Arthur teased as the door to the back of the ER swung open.

“L/N? F/N L/N?” the nurse called out.

You leapt to your feet. “Oh! That’s me.”

“Do you want me to wait here?” Arthur asked.

“Are you kidding?” You extended your hand and pulled him up. “Of course I want you to come. You’re my emotional support clown.”

After weighing you, taking your blood pressure, asking if you had any allergies to any medications and all the other boring details that entailed a medical visit, the nurse set you up in an examination room and read through your paperwork, pursing her lips as she centered in on the handwritten scrawl (Arthur’s handwriting of course) that explained why you’d come to the ER in the first place.

“It says here you…think you hit your head?”

“He thinks I hit my head,” you clarified, jerking said head towards Arthur. “I’m still not sure. There’s a big gap in my memory from tonight and I don’t know why.”

“There are bruises on her arms,” Arthur added. “She came to meet me and she looked…disheveled. Like someone had…”

He paused. The nurse looked you up and down.

“You don’t remember what happened to cause the bruises?”

You shrugged. “I can be clumsy sometimes.”

“You’re not…that clumsy,” Arthur murmured under his breath. “I mean,” he looked up at the nurse. “She’s a dancer. She’s…one of the most graceful people I’ve ever seen.”

“Arthur, that is so sweet!” you exclaimed.

The nurse shot you both a skeptical look, then smiled. “Your husband obviously cares for you a great deal.”

“Oh,” Arthur blushed. “I’m…not her-”

“Yes, he’s a wonderful husband!” you interjected, flashing him a slightly maniacal smile. “So protective of me. I couldn’t ask for a better one.”

“It sounds like you might have taken a fall,” the nurse continued, jotting down a few notes on your chart. “But the bruises on your wrists do look like they were caused by someone else’s hands.”

“My watch is broken, too,” you blurted.

“I’m wondering if maybe you were mugged. It happens to women in Gotham all the time, unfortunately.”

“But I still have all my money,” you pointed out, opening up your purse to show off your untouched wallet.

“Maybe you fought them off,” Arthur suggested. It wasn’t a completely outlandish notion. You were known to bring out the feistiness if the wrong people pushed your buttons.

“In any case, we’ll run some tests to check for concussion and other injuries.”

The nurse opened a drawer and handed you a light blue paper robe. “You can put this on. I’ll inform the doctor and he’ll check you over.”

“Thank you,” Arthur said.

“Of course. He should be by in just a minute.”

“What a nice lady,” you said to Arthur after she left you alone. “Don’t always meet people like that around here.”

“Very nice,” Arthur agreed. He cleared his throat. “Um…do you want me to leave, or…turn around while you get changed?”

You blinked, the reality of everything that had happened tonight finally hitting you.

“I just can’t believe this is how tonight turned out.”

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked softly.

“I had a whole outfit planned, Arthur! And my hair and makeup. I wanted to impress you and look beautiful for you tonight.”

“Y/N…” Arthur stood up to face you. “You are beautiful. No matter what. All I care about is that you’re okay.”

You sighed, moved by his sweet words, but you still felt utterly crestfallen and defeated. “I ruined our first date. And your big stand-up debut. I wanted tonight to be perfect so bad…”

“You didn’t ruin it,” Arthur interrupted. “I…” he paused. “Of course I wish none of this had happened to you. This city is…awful. In so many ways.” He paused, taking your hand into his. “But…I just love being with you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, as long as we’re together.”

You wanted to kiss him again, but suddenly the door flew open and a man in a white coat suddenly stood before you both.

“I hear somebody got banged up tonight.”

** Dr. White’s bedside manner was on the complete other end of the spectrum of your nice nurse’s from a few minutes before, but you’d come to expect that from men with MDs. After performing the perfunctory tests of shining a light in your eyes, examining your body for additional trauma or bruising (none was found) and asking you a few routine questions, he announced his evaluation:

“My guess is you got mugged. Maybe the muggers chickened out before they could actually…you know…mug you. It does look like you’ve got a concussion.”

“What can you do for that?”Arthur asked, concerned.

The doctor snorted at what he obviously deemed a dumb question. “Not much. Just wait it out. Don’t go to sleep for a while.”

“What happens if I fall asleep?” you asked.

“You could die.”

“Oh.”

“Your brain’ll heal itself,” the doctor continued. “Might take a little time. Just try to take it easy and don’t be in places where this could happen to you again.”

“You mean the entire city?” you asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. You knew what he meant, but the slight insinuation that getting mugged was somehow your fault didn’t sit great with you.

“What can I say?” Dr. White shook his head and shrugged. “Welcome to Gotham.”

“I’ve lived here all my life,” you informed him dryly. “Gotham’s a jungle.”

“Then welcome to the jungle.”

“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked in the lobby of the hospital. It was past midnight. “There’s a diner down the street people seem to like.” He paused. “That is…if it’s not too late for you.”

The way you saw it, you’d stay up all night with Arthur if he’d have you.

“Let’s go to the diner. I could really go for a cheeseburger."

Arthur laughed. “Okay.”

The rain had stopped and the air outside felt crisp and freshly-washed. For a brief moment, it made you forget that the garbage strike in Gotham had just entered its seventh week.

You and Arthur moved through the crowded sidewalk together, stumbling through the endless obstacles of people and garbage. A startling headline caught your eye as you walked past a newsstand, and you stopped in your tracks to read it:

KILLER CLOWN ON THE LOOSE. LATEST NEWS ON THE MURDERS, PAGE TWO.

Beneath was a drawing of a vampiric clown.

“Can you believe that?” you asked.

Arthur paused alongside you, his eyes wide as he soaked in the headline.

“I watched this on the news last night."

Arthur nodded, pulling out and lighting a cigarette. “They worked at Wayne Enterprises. All three of them.”

You rolled your eyes. “That figures.”

Arthur cocked his head to one side. “What do you mean?”

You continued, lowering your voice. “Between you and me, I actually knew one of them. Back when I was still at college. He was a complete asshole, and that’s putting it nicely.” You sighed. “And if I had to guess, those ‘friends’ of his were cut from the exact same cloth. But it looks like he finally picked the wrong person to fuck with. And I can’t say I’m shedding any tears.”

Arthur nodded slowly, taking in your words.

“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself. “You must think I’m crazy for talking like this.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy at all.”

“Three less pricks in Gotham City,” you quipped. “Only a million more to go!”

Arthur threw back his head and laughed. You took it as a good sign: despite the traumatic brain injury and the chaotic night you’d shared, his smile still made you go weak at the knees.

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