#1) He has no hesitation to put his own face or life at risk to help someone (even if they have never met).

[cecilysass]

The Penultimate Partner Episode: Analyzing the Second-to-Last Episodes of Seasons 3-7

So I was thinking about the show’s tendency to do an episode that is explicitly about the Partnership—about the deep abiding bonds between Mulder and Scully—right before the season finale.

This doesn’t seem to happen in season 1 and 2 (the penultimate episodes are Roland and Our Town, respectively, which don’t seem to play the same role). And something different is happening in season 8 and 9, so I don't think they fit as well.

But during the show’s peak popularity, seasons 3-7, the second-to-last episode seems to be setting up baseline emotional stakes for whatever plotline is about to hit. These episodes are giving us the state of the partnership, reminding us how devoted they are to one another. They also tend to have to do with one or both partners having a distorted perception on reality that requires the other partner's intervention in some way. I’m calling them the Penultimate Partner episodes.

So can we look at the themes of each of these Partnership episodes and see development over time? I think yes. It’s gonna be long. I rewatched them all, so buckle up.

Season 3: Wetwired - partnership as trust Season 4: Demons - partnership as loyalty Season 5: Folie a Deux - partnership as shared madness Season 6: Field Trip - partnership as touchstones Season 7: Je Souhaite - partnership as happiness

Season 3: Wetwired  (right before Talitha Cumi)

This episode, like several in the Penultimate Partner episode category, involves a X-file that distorts perception. Because Scully can’t trust her own senses due to the mind control, she also can’t trust Mulder, calling into question the key tenet of their partnership. (And by season three, they have definitely established trust as the bedrock.)

Her gradual mistrust of Mulder in this episode is tense and painful; you can see on her face how much she argues with herself about it even as her mind is tricking her. Others who fall victim to this mind control phenomenon wind up murdering their romantic partner, but in the end of the episode, when they’re discussing what happened in the hospital, they both seem pretty unsurprised that Scully’s paranoia focused on Mulder. They both know, late season three, how crucial trust is between them. They understand that it’s Scully’s worst fear that Mulder would betray her. It’s not even news to them.

What Mulder’s worst fear might be is also hinted at, although it’s unsaid. He’s furious that her life is put at risk by the mysterious informant. When Mulder believes Scully may be dead and he’s going to identify her body, his reaction is chilling. He seems to completely shut down emotionally, not even showing any reaction to the Gunmen. Tellingly, when he is offered a choice between getting answers and going to ID Scully’s body, he doesn’t hesitate—he chooses Scully. (Sometimes people claim Mulder doesn’t show this kind of commitment to her until much later, even until Home Again in season 10, so it’s interesting to see it so unequivocal here.)   

I want to say that Scully’s anxiety about trusting Mulder in this episode is foreshadowing aspects of the cancer arc in the next season, but I don’t think that’s really what’s happening. This episode seems more like an entirely season 3 cap to the Anasazi / Blessing Way / Paperclip storyline, especially the murder of Melissa. Scully’s paranoia calls back Mulder’s in Anasazi, and Scully explicitly blames Mulder for her sister’s murder when she’s drawn a gun on him. Even just the fact that we're there with Maggie, who has a picture of Melissa displayed prominently, tells me that loss is supposed to be on both partners' minds. (Actually, the interaction between Mulder, Scully and Maggie is pretty amazing in this scene; they’re an emotionally complex trio who seem to be communicating on some other level. I love how when Mulder and Maggie are talking to freaked-out Scully they almost sound strangely unreal, almost like they really are speaking falsely. It allows us to imagine the scene as it looks from Scully’s point-of-view, as a massive betrayal.)

Wetwired is, technically, a mytharc episode, as this whole mind control thing seems to tie back into X and the Syndicate. Personally I think the episode’s ending, emphasizing the mytharc-related plot and X’s involvement and whatever tf was happening there, was a little misguided. For my tastes they would have done better to play up the more personal, character-based themes a little more. But I also think this episode was the first real Penultimate Partner episode, and it was setting some patterns that were going to be expanded on.

Season 4: Demons (before Gethsemane)

From the cold open, we can already tell this is already a more personal episode than Wetwired. Mulder is the one having perception problems now; he wakes from a disturbing dream, covered in blood, muddled memory. This is also technically a mytharc episode, but much more concerned with direct impact on character than Wetwired was. 

Scully instantly rushes to Mulder’s aid—walks right into his shower, for heaven’s sake—and absolutely never wavers in loyalty to him, even when he looks real, real guilty and a "rational" person would be suspicious. She is in fierce, must-protect-Mulder mode throughout this entire episode, from the moment she shows up palpating his head with her hands to her back-off behavior with the cops to her badass cold “I know what you do” comment to Dr. Goldstein. She also helps Mulder see through his distorted perception, telling him "this is not the way to the truth" as he holds a gun on her.

In this Penultimate Partner episode, we see something more than simple trust going on, although there’s trust, too. Maybe the word is loyalty or devotion. We see Mulder coming apart and Scully completely and utterly devoted to him. It’s actually very clear foreshadowing for the following week’s episode, Gethsemane. Mulder isn’t stable, and he needs Scully to keep him from “los[ing] his course,” as she says in Demons’ end narration. Gethsemane will follow up on the Mulder losing-his-course idea, and also will explore the idea that Scully’s bottomless support of Mulder isn’t always good for her. (This idea is voiced especially by Bill.) 

There are some ways in which this episode is a neat little bookend to Wetwired. In Wetwired, Scully flees to her mother’s house, desperate and paranoid; in Demons, Mulder, similarly unhinged, seeks out his mother at her house. In Wetwired, Scully sees things that aren’t there, and in Demons, it’s definitely implied that Mulder may be seeing things in his past that weren’t actually there. In Wetwired, Scully pulls a gun on Mulder, and in Demons, Mulder pulls one on Scully. 

I adore this episode, even though it’s definitely vulnerable to the critique that Mulder acts like a self-obsessed loon and Scully a hopeless enabler lol. Especially because it comes before the Gethsemane / Redux three parter, I wish the episode would have explicitly connected his behavior to the cancer arc, as I feel like that would have made his wild choices seem more understandable. If he felt like he needed to find answers faster because he knew Scully’s time was running out and he saw it all tied together with her fate, then we would get why he was acting so rashly. It would also tie more nicely into Gethsemane, which misleads the audience into thinking Mulder has killed himself, in part, because he believes she’s been given cancer to make him believe. But again, I love this episode. Scully showing up and putting that blanket around Mulder when he’s shaking. Her hugging him at the end when he’s desolate on the floor. This shows a partnership that’s been through Paper Hearts and Memento Mori—that’s moved beyond trust alone.

Season 5: Folie a Deux (before The End)

This is another episode about perception—about one partner seeing things the other can’t. Unlike in Wetwired or Demons, however, in this episode the altered perception actually represents the real truth, something everyone else fails to understand. The episode plays around with the tropes of earlier episodes like Wetwired, at first encouraging us to think that it's a delusion that Pincus is a monster, but then convincing us, through Mulder’s eyes, that the delusion is actually reality.  

As other people have observed, this episode ends up being a nice little metaphor for the whole show: Mulder knowing what no one else does, being ostracized and considered insane, asking Scully to find evidence to corroborate him and ultimately convincing her to believe him and see what he sees. Their partnership is, quite precisely, a madness shared by two. 

It’s a monster of the week, not a mytharc, so there’s no distraction of elaborate mytharc plot, just characters and monster. And this is a Vince Gilligan operation, so our focus is definitely on character. From the first scene with Mulder and Scully, we sense that we’re going to be talking about the partnership. Skinner gives them an assignment in Chicago that Mulder doesn’t think is worth it, and he complains in a particularly self-centered way to Scully, which she observes (“You’re saying I a lot.”) The episode is going to be very explicit that while Mulder might be monster boy, they are in this unhinged partnership situation together. Another important moment comes later, when Scully is calling the perp crazy for thinking he saw a monster, and Mulder says, “Well, I saw it, too.” Scully’s careful about-face after that, her delicate avoidance of implying she thinks Mulder is actually crazy, is part of the dance they’re doing at this late season five stage of their partnership. She doesn’t quite believe him, but she doesn’t knee-jerk not believe him either. 

And the foreshadowing of what’s to come in this one, whoo boy. Most obviously, we must acknowledge that 1013 knew exactly what they were doing when Mulder tells Scully “you’re my one in five billion.” A mere seven days from now, a mysterious beautiful ex who believes his theories is going to show up to immediately cast doubt on that claim. And this episode is also toying with the question of whether Scully actually does always back Mulder up when it’s important, when she has to accept she saw something illogical. At the end, does she tell Skinner she actually saw a giant bug in Mulder’s hospital room? We don’t know, but I think it’s implied she doesn’t. That’s all presaging what will happen in The Beginning coming off of Fight the Future. It’s Scully’s little way of resisting the madness, but it also hurts Mulder and damages the partnership, which will be a problem in season six. 

Season 6: Field Trip (before Biogenesis)

Full disclosure: this is my favorite episode. So I’m going to make some big claims about it. This is the ultimate Penultimate Partner episode—the one that best knits together what it wants to say about their partnership and what it wants to establish for the finale. It's a monster-of-the-week episode (another Vince Gilligan ep, with John Shiban) but refers to the mytharc often. It’s also one of the best episodes about their partnership, period. 

This is yet another episode about distorted perception. This time, however, under the influence of a giant mushroom, both partners are unable to perceive clearly, to determine what is real and what is a lie. And when they’re confused, they critically turn to one another to help them see what the truth is.

Coming off of season six, the partnership is rocky. Mulder is frustrated that after so many theories of his have borne out, he still can’t get the benefit of the doubt from Scully, something he explicitly says in the dialogue here. Scully has felt like she’s not been trusted or heard, like Mulder has turned to others (Diana Fowley, for example) rather than his partner.

This is an episode about how they absolutely need one another to be able to make sense of the world—that individually each of their points-of-view are not enough. In Mulder’s hallucination, Scully accepts his claims about alien life forms too completely, not applying enough skepticism, not pushing back against him. In Scully’s hallucination, a world without Mulder, everyone is unacceptably unquestioning of the status quo, refusing to dig deeper, lacking Mulder’s critical acumen and drive. Neither partner likes the feeling of being unopposed, and it makes both of them suspicious about the hallucination’s reality. They may think they want their own view to prevail, but they need one another to be a whole person.

The theme of what’s real and what’s not – and needing one another to discern the truth–is exactly what is picked up and developed further in the Biogenesis-Sixth Extinction-Amor Fati arc that follows this. Scully’s skepticism has to stretch to incorporate more of Mulder’s worldview to make sense of what she sees in the Ivory Coast, and of course, Mulder calls on Scully’s worldview to see through his misleading dream world in Amor Fati. In fact, you could argue Field Trip is really about the idea that Mulder and Scully are one another’s touchstones—the people they need to know what’s right and real. 

Incidentally, this episode also plays around with some of season 6’s other subtextual throughlines: Mulder and Scully’s anxieties about possibly entering a non-platonic relationship, their unease about what a normal, domestic life might even be for them. For the entire episode they’re directly compared and juxtaposed with the Schiffs, a young married couple who died on Brown Mountain. The Schiffs are a tall man and a redheaded woman. They even die hallucinating lying together on a hotel bed after she asked him to “hold her” (although I do seriously doubt 1013 was intentionally foreshadowing a full year ahead). The last shot is of Mulder reaching out to take Scully’s hand across the ambulance, suggesting a kind of partnership beyond just, you know, partnership. Which takes us to the next season.  

Season 7: Je Souhaite (before Requiem)

Truthfully, I don’t think this episode fits quite as well in the Penultimate Partner category. It doesn’t share some of the same traits as these other episodes—it’s not quite as notably about perception, for instance—and it’s not fundamentally about the partnership in the same way. But it does end up commenting on their partnership (even their relationship, really) as part of its theme, so I think we can include it—especially because its position right before Requiem ends up being important. 

Je Souhaite (btw, written and directed by Vince Gilligan) has a bit of an unsettled feeling to it because it was kind of treading water, waiting to see what happened with DD and the series. Nothing too monumental could happen with the partnership or the plot because it wasn’t clear to anyone what would happen next with the show: whether it would end or continue, whether DD would be involved or not.

So we have a story about Mulder and Scully making peace with not having a significant impact on the world—e.g. not bringing about world peace, not introducing invisible bodies to science. Instead, they are content to delightfully share a beer and comment that they have made one another “pretty happy” (as Scully says about Mulder). Through the jinni character, they seem to take the lesson that they can enjoy being with one another, accept the simple happiness that their relationship brings them. Rather than wish for success that comes too easily, they take joy in the little things with one another.

Comparing this episode to the Penultimate Partner episodes that come before, we can really see how Mulder and Scully’s dynamic has evolved by season seven. We have a Scully who is much more open to supernatural phenomena, for example, and whose skepticism seems more like a reflex or a defense mechanism now. Scully’s move towards belief is partially reflected in the plot of the episode: the X-file here really isn’t even science fiction. It is just straight up fantasy or magical realism. Aside from Scully's brief mention of a disease to explain what happened to the mouthless man in the cold open, no plausible scientific explanation for the jinni's long life or wishes is really even floated.

Scully is delighted by the discovery of the invisible body, and Mulder is visibly delighted by her delight. He’s also frustrated by her retreat into doubt when the body disappears, of course. But even the reversal into her old skepticism is half-hearted, as she soon after she's engaging in discussion with Mulder about what his final wish was. This is consistent with the overall blurring of the old hardline believer-skeptic dynamic we see in season 7. It’s also peeking ahead to Scully’s coming role as resident basement believer in season 8. 

The last scene, with the beers and Caddyshack, is meant to be a callback to djinni Jenn’s comment that she wishes she could “live my life moment by moment... enjoying it for what it is instead of... instead of worrying about what it isn't.” Mulder, we see, is taking a cue from her. (And good for him, as we almost never see these characters do this. Except on rare baseball-related occasions.)

However, this episode’s position right before Requiem—and right before the events of season 8—ends up giving this scene a real bittersweet bite. We know, after Requiem, that they were probably a romantic couple at this time. We know, after Requiem, that this time is going to be their last happy time together for a long while. Later in season 8, we learn that one lingering wish of Scully’s in season 7 is that she wanted to conceive a child with Mulder. And of course we know, after Requiem, that she gets her wish—but with a vicious catch, with a terrible side effect, much like what happens with the jinni’s wishes. 

So that’s my academic thesis on that. I know others have pointed out the existence of this type of episode before. What did I miss? Do you think I am wrong to leave out seasons 1, 2, 8, and 9? Why do we think these episodes focus so much on distorted perception? Interested to hear others’ thoughts (if they make it through this lol).

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Introvert adoption

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #wen ning #jiang cheng #(The actual name of this season 2 extra is 'First meeting with Wen Ning' but I ran out of space.) #I am obligated to try and wiggle in Wen Ning scenes whenever I can. Our baby boy needs his screentime to grow big and strong. #This whole scene is very good and does a lot to show us several important traits about wwx: #1) He has no hesitation to put his own face or life at risk to help someone (even if they have never met). #2) He does not care for what others say or think about him; he will do what he thinks is right. #And he is smart enough to think is is always right about his judgement. This will be a problem later. #I also think the silly energy in this scene is top notch. #Wen Ning is the wild chipmunk wwx managed to catch and wants to keep as a pet. #Jiang Cheng is gently easing this boy out of wwx's extrovert maw and saying 'put him back outside'. #Can you imagine being blindsided by the full force of wwx out of nowhere? Getting his support and then archery tips? #You're done. You've been caught in his snare and you aren't getting out.

[ladykailitha]

Fake Boyfriend Part 2

I was going to put this up tonight, but I have my son's PTC tonight and I won't have time, so you get it early.

Part 1

***

Eddie did the bravest thing he had ever done in his life and took the remaining two steps forward closing the gap between them so close that he could feel Steve’s heat radiating off him in waves.

Steve gasped. “Look, Caleb,” he said in a hushed tone, “I’ve got to go, he’s here now, we had plans today.” And then Steve did the most unhinged thing he had ever seen someone do. He let go of the phone as the taut cord sprang back toward the cradle, the phone landing with a clatter on the counter.

Eddie let out a shuddering breath. “Did you mean that? Did you mean what–mean everything you said?” He let his backpack, notebook and pen fall to the floor.

“I meant it all, Eds,” Steve whispered. “All but that bit about being grateful to call you mine, because you aren’t.” His lips quivered as he let out shuddering breath of his own. He ducked his head.

Eddie cupped his face with his hands and gently lifted Steve’s face. They were now barely a hair’s breadth from each other. “You wanting to change that, sweetheart?”

Steve gasped and that was all the acknowledgment Eddie needed. He closed the distance and pressed their lips together at long last.

When they broke apart, Steve panted, trying to catch his breath and pressed their foreheads together. “I don’t want to hear you dissing on your intelligence again, you hear me?”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Why’s that, sweetheart?”

“Because you suggesting I that pretend you were my boyfriend,” Steve explained, “was the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Eddie turned his head to the side to laugh out loud. He turned back to Steve, a big smile on his face, “Alright, darlin’, you’ve got me there.”

Steve kissed him again and he let slip a delighted hum. This really was the best idea he’d ever had. He broke off the kiss with a frown.

“You okay, Eds?” Steve asked, confused.

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Is that–is Caleb still on the line?”

Steve furrowed his brow and concentrated on sounds in the room. He reluctantly let go of Eddie and walked slowly toward the phone. And sure enough as he got close enough he could make out Caleb shouting for him to come back.

Steve sighed and hit the phone hook and held the button down for a moment or two. He released the button to hear the sweet, sweet sound of the dial tone.

He walked back to Eddie. “There, that should take care of the problem.”

Eddie looked around him to see the receiver was still on the counter top. He looked back at Steve. “Aren’t you going to hang up the phone?”

Steve shrugged. “And risk having that asshole call back? No thanks.”

Eddie rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “But what about other people trying to get a hold of you?”

“Anyone important enough will know to try the walkies next,” Steve said with a soft smile. “For everyone else, if they bring it up, I’ll just say that I was being harassed and that it was Caleb’s fault they couldn’t get through.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, all right. You got me there.” He leaned forward to kiss Steve again when the walkie on top of the fridge crackled to life.

“Steve?” Dustin’s voice came through, hesitant and unsure. “Are you there, over?”

Steve raised an eyebrow and Eddie huffed out a laugh. Steve picked up the walkie-talkie and said, “I’m here, over.”

Dustin’s sigh could be felt throughout the room. “It’s just your line has been busy for awhile and I may have panicked a little.” Steve could almost see him wave his arms as he added, “But only a little.”

There was a pause.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said, “over.”

Steve’s expression softened. “Yeah, bud. I’m okay.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. Steve mouthed back ‘Byers’.

“Oh.” Eddie had heard all about that part of the Vecna fiasco when he was laid up in bed in the hospital waiting for the government to come through with his release papers.

“Is that Eddie, over?” Dustin asked.

Eddie and Steve snickered.

“Yeah,” Steve replied. “It’s Thursday, it’s our day to hang out, remember?” Dustin didn’t answer so he heaved a sigh. “Over.”

“Today is Thursday?” Dustin asked mournfully. “I thought it was Wednesday. Shit.”

Steve waited for him to further explain, because it might take him a moment, Dustin would eventually would.

He didn’t have to wait long.

“There was this special one-time re-screening of ‘The Watcher in the Woods’,” Dustin continued, “that was going to be playing at the Hawk yesterday and I was going to ask you wanted to go with me. None of the other guys like horror movies anymore and I think you’d love it.” A beat and then, “Over.”

Eddie and Steve shared equally distraught expressions as Steve replied, “Yeah, Dusty, that does sound like it would have been fun. I’m sorry we missed it, over.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I’m sorry I bothered you guys for nothing.”

“No, bud, no,” Steve cooed. “You didn’t bother us at all.”

“How about this, Dusty buns,” Eddie teased, “why don’t you rent the movie from Family Video and bring it over tomorrow for the three of us to watch?”

“I’ll get treats and sodas, too,” Steve added.

“Really?” Dustin asked, sounding more cheerful. “You guys would really do that for me?”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said, a great big goofy grin over taking his face. “It sounds cool.”

“Thanks, guys,” Dustin said. “I’ll see you tomorrow–”

“Before you go,” Steve said cutting him off, “could you pass along to the rest of the Party that my phone is off the hook because some asshole won’t leave me alone, over.”

“It’s Caleb, huh?” Dustin said with a sigh. “That jerk needs to stop harassing you, man. Over.”

“Right in one, kiddo,” Steve said. “I’m hoping by tying up the phone line means he gets the message and leaves me alone, over.”

“Roger that,” Dustin said. “Over and out!”

Steve shook his head and put the walkie on the counter.

Eddie pulled Steve back in close. “So...how much time do you think we actually have before we are invaded by feral teenagers?”

Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around his neck. “They are so much better at respecting other people’s boundaries these days, so... all day.”

Eddie hummed. “Would the return of the Byers happen to have anything to do with that sudden change?”

Steve rubbed their noses together. “I really don’t recommend telling the Wonder Twins that boundaries don’t matter or only selectively matter.”

Eddie snorted. The Wonder Twins was a really good nickname for Will and El after everything he’d seen them do.

“So what I’m hearing,” he murmured, pulling Steve flush against him, “is that we have the whole day to ourselves.”

“Yep,” Steve replied, licking his upper lip slowly.

Eddie licked the top row of his teeth thoughtfully. “I’ve got ideas of how we can fill that time, baby.”

“Me too.”

Eddie picked up his backpack and stuffed the pen and notebook back in it. He straightened up and grabbed Steve by the wrist.

“Starting with the reason I’m here!” he cackled. “Your D&D character!”

Steve let out a startled laugh. “What!”

Eddie threw his backpack on the sofa, but continued to pull Steve along. Steve looked at the bag in confusion as Eddie dragged him through the living room and into the hall.

At the base of the stairs, Eddie yanked on Steve pulling them together again. Steve yelped as they were suddenly face to face again.

“I was only joking, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured against Steve’s lips. “The things I want to do with you are far more fun and much sexier then D&D.”

Steve laughed. “Just don’t let the kids hear you say that.”

Eddie kissed him soundly. “They’ll learn when they get older.”

“So about these plans...” Steve asked, low and seductive.

Eddie ran his hands down his back to grasp those two perfect globes of ass. “Oh we are going to have a good time, baby.”

Steve chuckled. “I can’t wait.”

They ran up the stairs and slammed Steve’s bedroom door behind them. Thank god for Eddie’s brilliant and quick thinking, Steve thought as Eddie walked them toward the bed. Otherwise who knows how long they would have taken to get here.

Eddie, for his part never would have thought in his wildest dreams that by suggesting Steve pretend they were boyfriends that they would actually get here.

He loved it when his quick thinking turned out better than he planned. This time it netted him a boyfriend out of the deal.

And well... after that, they weren’t thinking of anything really.

***

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[guess-that-ship]

S10 Round 1

A Coin Needs Two Sides

cw: spoilers, near-death experience

Yin is a plucky young hero-type who wants to stop evil and keep people safe. During one mission, he comes across a strange artifact that creates Yang, a cursed reflection of him. While Yin is a bit clueless but ultimately good natured, Yang is spiteful and cold to everyone around him. When Yin's enemies try to recruit him, however, Yang denies them. Stating that he only serves himself.

Yin and Yang run into each other many times, continuing to clash with each other. But as those encounters go on, Yang can't help but begin to find some begrudging respect for Yin. This culminates in the two teaming up to face down an escaped eldritch abomination. Though they are able to beat it, it attempts to drag Yang down with it. Yin risks his life in a sudden effort to save Yang, and while Yang is saved, it puts Yin in a near death state. Thus, Yang braves enemy territory to secure a method to save Yin, even costing him some of his own independence to return the favor Yin had paid to him.

Magical and Mechanical

[This description has been modified to remove potentially identifying information.]

V is a wizard looking for a new lease on life. B is a science experiment who was cloned over and over and over again to be an army pawns, though his lack of fighting ability lead to all of them being failures. Despite coming from completely different circumstances, they are drawn together and become almost inseparable.

Specifically, after the organization that experimented on B is destroyed, he's left to pick up the pieces of his life. He decides to open a cafe in town, and joins a sports team centered around bonds and love in an attempt to better himself. There, he meets V, and is subsequently partnered with them for the upcoming game. However, after a spell gone wrong, V loses most of their memories, and ends up relying on B for support. The two become quite close during that time, as V learns more about what happened to B and helps to teach him better coping mechanisms and self love. During this time, they also begin to form a crush on B, but hesitate to do anything about it.

Eventually game day arrives, and the two work together shockingly well. Despite his own lack of skill, B finds success alongside V, and gets further than he ever has before. At the same time, V and B's feelings for one another become increasingly obvious, and are called out by the other competitors (as well as being shipped online in universe. There is in universe fanfiction of these two). Once they're eliminated from the game, the two take a private moment together (paid for by one of the previously mentioned competitors) and finally confess, agreeing to try dating. Ever since, they have been attached at the hip, with V working in B's cafe, and B bragging about V every chance he gets. Love wins <3

#s10 #tournament poll #s10 round 1 #spoilers

[claudeng80]

Private Practice

Obiyuki do-si-do, day 1

Canon divergence: Shirayuki gets a job at the town apothecary in Wistal and never goes to work at the castle.

full story on AO3

The torch grinds against the stones, spitting pitch and sparks in her ear. “Stop running,” Mihaya snarls, his voice entwining with the hiss of the flames. “You’ll be taken good care of! Just cooperate.”

Shirayuki curls her fingers into fists, hidden behind her back. She wants so badly to change his mind, but he’s made it clear that her desires don’t matter to him. She didn’t let the prince of Tanbarun decide her fate, and she’s not about to let some stranger in Clarines do it either, whatever it takes. She’s failed to outrun him, she’s failed to out-think him, but if it’s all she has left, she will do her best to fight.

With a gasp, Mihaya lurches away from her, his torch tumbling end over end to lie abandoned at her feet. Shadows dance madly against the wall as Zen leans in, eyes sky-blue and confident. “Hey there, Shirayuki,” he says. Her heart pounds in her ears, too much for her even to answer.

Zen takes charge of everything, and as much as she appreciates it, as relieved as she is to be hiking down the mountain toward Wistal and not dragged off into the unknown, she can’t help but notice how calm he is. It’s as though this is no surprise to him, like it happens all the time-

She doubts she wants her path to run so close to the palace, if it comes with risks like this.

The smell of the apothecary’s shop brings tears to Shirayuki’s eyes. The bouquet of herbal notes fills her nose, spiced with the tang of antiseptic, and she remembers all too well the night she took down the bell from her own shop’s door, no more than a few weeks ago. Back in Tanbarun it may still be there waiting, the taint of mold overtaking the clean dry smell as nobody airs out the rooms and maintains the drawers. Tears threaten, but she won’t let them fall. It’s a chapter of her life she’s put behind her, now. She was never truly qualified, anyway.

At the far end of the counter a boy, not even into his teens, peers into a box of herbs. He wafts the smell toward his face with a practiced motion, then crushes a leaf and inspects the dust on his fingers. The white-coated man behind the counter, presumably the apothecary himself, waits breathlessly for the verdict.

The boy nods, and the man’s relief is palpable. “I’ll have your order delivered to the palace today, “ the apothecary says. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you, as always. Please send my regards to the Chief Pharmacist.”

The boy’s shoulders hunch at the apothecary’s obsequiousness. Without meeting anyone’s eyes, he chokes out a “Thank you,” and drives for the door as though he can’t stand another second indoors. Shirayuki holds the door for him, and he marches through without acknowledgment.

The bell jingles once more as the door swings shut, and Shirayuki is the only customer left in the shop. “Can I help you?” the apothecary calls out, and she hesitates. But one never gets anywhere without taking a first step forward. “I’m not here to buy anything,” she says, standing straight at the counter. “But are you looking for any new employees? I have experience gathering and preserving herbs, and some in compounding medicines.” She rubs at the heel of her hand, the callus where she held the hub of her grinding wheel suddenly itchy.

The apothecary eyes her suspiciously, his eyes flickering down to track the motion, and she tries not to wither under his gaze. “I ran a local pharmacy in Tanbarun,” she adds, pushing back against the doubt trying to seep in. “It was never as grand as this, but it was there for everyone who needed it. It made a difference.”

That’s what she misses, what she needs- if she isn’t helping people, what’s the point? She stands firm, waiting for the apothecary’s response, and reminds herself that nobody he could hire would be more qualified than she is.

“Yes, I think we might actually have a place,” he says at long last, and she takes one step forward. One step closer to where she’s meant to be.

Continue with chapter 1

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Pairings:  Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader(Latina Reader) x Walt Breslin  [From Narcos: Mexico TV Series]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK) Ps. this chapter had Heavy Angst

Synopsis : The bombing incident at the police station triggered painful memories from the past for you, and you made the decision to let Walt know all about it.

AN : I drew inspiration for this chapter from my favorite movies, which are "The Kingdom" (2007) and "Zero Dark Thirty" (2012). This is why I chose the female lead to be a CIA agent. It's quite dramatic, but I hope you'll enjoy it.

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𝙍𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙖♱ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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[4]ᅳ 𝐎𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫 ✟

A torn page from a travel magazine has been pinned to the bulletin board inside the large conference room by your hand. It depicts an image of a beautiful island in the middle of the ocean, revealing crystal-clear waters with visible fish swimming beneath, the sunlight glistening above the palm tree tops, and beneath the palm trees, two or three people in bright swimsuits smiling and seemingly joyful. The caption reads, 'Aruba, paradise for peace and nature lovers.'

"Planning a tropical vacation, are you?" A soft chuckle follows after Diego speaks up. You turn back with a hint of 'How funny!' written on your face before hesitating and hurriedly amending your tone upon seeing Julio enter as the last person. He glances at you for a moment before nodding slightly, a sign permitting the morning meeting to commence.

The atmosphere switches from informal to professional immediately as you begin recounting the details of your conversation with Amado from the previous day, which you had anticipated must occur.

Firstly, they have no idea that you have had secret contact with Amado.

Secondly, because what Amado wanted seemed deeply personal,

"I think he might be planning something or perhaps escaping the tense situation in Mexico temporarily. Either way, this is an opportune moment to keep an eye on him while he's away from the drug scene," you say.

"Aruba is under the jurisdiction of the Netherlands' autonomy; you know that, right?" Bill interjects with a scrutinizing frown. "And if I remember correctly, it's a tax haven[1] for the wealthy."

"I know," you reply, meeting his gaze. "Holland[2] has been politically neutral since World War II."

"And do you know what this means? Because the Netherlands, the ultimate middleman, won't do a thing, whether it's money laundering or drug lords vacationing there."

Bill isn't the only one concerned about this. Even Julio, who has been silent for a while, seems to agree with Bill. He takes a breath before adding, "Bill is right. Mexico and the United States can't just waltz into that territory, and the Netherlands won't extradite criminals."

"But we're not going to apprehend him at all; just keep an eye on him," you emphasize.

"That's not the point," someone interjects, pausing to glance at the familiar sound. You see Walt on the other side of the table, looking at you openly.

"You'll have to stay close to him, and we won't be able to reach you. If anything happens to you there, we won't know, and we won't be able to help you," Walt's words reasoned. To put it bluntly, this mission is more dangerous than any other the DEA has done before because no one can get as close as you can, and being close to a drug lord is like being in shark-infested water or a lion's den. It's no different from throwing away your life.

However, what seemed like a downside to this mission has turned into a strength. Even though they may try to argue, no one dares to stand against it. You notice that other agents are silently looking at each other, still conflicted and uncertain. So you decide not to push your proposal any further. The CIA stands up and stretches, glancing briefly at Walt before turning back to your superior.

"Whatever you say, boss,"

With that, you leave the conference room, cigarette in hand, feeling every nerve in your body tense and scream for nicotine. You have to step outside the police building to smoke since you've been reprimanded more than a hundred times for smoking indoors.

As you walk out of the police station, you hear footsteps following closely behind. You had a slight hope it might be Walt, but you're disappointed when you see Diego, your Mexican colleague, catching up to you. He already has a cigarette in his mouth, and he gives you a small greeting smile before flicking open his lighter.

"You leave a big bomb in the conference room. You Know that, Right?"

You chuckle dryly before handing him your cigarette for a light. "Well, you know how it is. Just a casual suggestion."

Diego shrugs, takes a drag, and exhales slowly. "Speaking as a cop, it's plausible. But as a friend, I'm concerned that you're going alone."

"Don’t worry, bro. I've taken plenty of risks before coming here, and I've been doing this every day until now."

"Are you talking about the war against terrorism with Bin Laden?" Diego's eyes immediately light up because it's rare for you to speak about your past missions. "Do you know how much your story is talked about among us? I heard you survived Al Qaeda's bomb."

Sometimes the past and the present are oddly connected.

As Diego mentions the bomb, you flashback to the time when you were still in Pakistan. You were standing by the roadside, looking at a red car that had exploded right in front of you.

you should have been in that car. That's a narrow escape.

And the memories from the past come flooding back once again. When you saw another car parked not far away, the same make but gray, something triggered in your mind. It was like a little superstition that usually happens when something bad is about to occur, like stumbling on your own feet or bumping into a door.

But what happened on that Monday morning in front of the National Police Headquarters was much worse than any of those.

You hastily pushed Diego far away with an instinctual shove, and in the blink of an eye, everything seemed to rip apart and scatter into chaos. Fire and hot air exploded from the car, dispersing in all directions. The deafening roar drowned out everything else, trembling so intensely that it almost felt like you couldn't hear anything else but the noise, like the annoying buzz in your ears.

Your body was flung several meters, rolling on the ground before finally coming to a stop. You weren't sure how long you lay there; it seemed like an hour in your mind, but in reality, it might have been just a few minutes. You felt nothing, and everything in your head was a whirlwind, muddled, and unclear, like a fogged-up glass smeared with something wet. You raised your hand to wipe it away from your face and realized it was blood from your head.

You struggled to get up again. The waves of pain crashed over you until you nearly vomited again, but you still had enough consciousness to hold yourself together. The annoying buzz remained in your ears. You looked up as someone held your cheek.

Diego, who was in a similar dazed state, was muttering something, but you didn't hear it. You didn't care about it either. You raised your face to the completely exploded and burned-out car without even knowing that you were crying out loud.

Everything remained the same and unchanged, whether it was past or present.

And you've never been able to escape these haunting memories at all.

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‘Car bomb outside the National Police Office and the United States Embassy in Mexico City, injuring more than twenty people,’ headlined today's newspapers. It has become a major news event that has shaken not only Mexico City but also Washington, D.C. Excluding the previous violent incidents from the ruthless terrorist, there has never been such a severe attack on American officials abroad. And, until now, no one knew for sure the extent of the cartel's involvement.

For the United States government, this is a serious affront to a major world power. They demand accountability from Mexico and won't just stand by without punishing those responsible for the violence.

These situations directly impact the Merida Initiative, especially the White Storm mission. Under pressure from higher-ups looking for results to ease the tension between the two nations, orders have been transmitted through the distributed embassy network to all DEA agents in Mexico. The lengthy documents can be summarized as, "Get it done now, or be prepared to shut down."

The atmosphere in the tense office was at its peak. For the overall mission to continue, it was necessary to do something quickly, at least in part. The proposal on the Aruba Island case, which you had suggested, had been reconsidered and was now fully approved without any objections.

"They've gone crazy, haven't they? You barely survived, and they're still sending you to die."

It's not often you see Walt squirm with your own eyes, but it made sense from his perspective. Assigning injured agents from the bombing to a high-risk mission immediately after just one week's recovery was a terrible option for dealing with these complicated problems. But it also made it clear that they had no other choice and couldn't avoid the worst-case scenario.

"I'm not seriously injured here,and nothing's broken. Nothing's missing. I can still work." You sipped your coffee and leaned back against your kitchen counter. Your demeanor was calm, without much distress, as if you already knew it had to be this way.

It's lucky that you weren't severely injured in the explosion, apart from a minor concussion and superficial wounds all over your body. There's almost nothing to worry about. Comparatively, with both of Diego's arms and legs broken, causing him to have a month-long break, your condition seemed almost miraculous.

Miraculous—something that's happened to you before, back in Saudi Arabia.

"Let's be honest here. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if you're insane." Walt stood and abandoned his now-cold cup of coffee, just like your untouched pancakes. The tension from the minor spat this morning had seemingly left breakfast tasteless.

"What choice do I have, Walt? This mission is critically important, and I have to do it no matter what."

"But your life is just as important," he says.

This time, you chose not to respond. You know that speaking your mind would only make him angrier than before.

During this uncomfortable silence, Walt continues to stare at you, as if he wants to delve deep into your thoughts and cross the walls you've built. But you're too afraid to let him get too close, so you intentionally avoid his gaze.

"Can't you tell me why?" The man's words are more than the typical expressions of concern.

You tend to push yourself too hard and take on too much risk, and at first he thought it might be an outsider's need to prove themselves to the team. But as time went on, Walt realized it was more than that. You seemed to be holding onto something, focusing solely on the missions you undertook as if they were the only thing that could provide solace. It's something he understood, as he felt much the same way after losing his brother, Martin, and his former partner, Tommy.

But who is that person for you?, Walt couldn't say. Your identity as a CIA agent has always been shrouded in mystery.

"Do you want to know about my past missions before I came to work here?" It comes out as an unexpectedly straightforward question. However, when you lift your head to meet his gaze, Walt notices the faint vulnerability hidden behind your dark, somber eyes. It's not something he's seen from this woman since they started working together.

This is the revelation of your significant secret, one that no one has ever uncovered before.

You took a deep breath and placed the coffee on the counter. There was no reason to keep these things from him any longer.

"I spent over a decade in Saudi Arabia and Pakistan, dedicating my life to hunting down Bin Laden. But it's not just my life that was lost; it's the lives of everyone I loved." Your hand tapped on the necklace You wore unconsciously, beyond the Dog Tag. There was also a plain silver ring that hung from a chain. The cold touch of metal felt colder than ever.

"His name was Faris Qazi, the head of Saudi Arabia's commando unit, and he was my fiancé. We planned to get married after all this madness ended. I was willing to convert to Islam, and he Al-Yamin[3] to have me as his only wife. But just three days after we had agreed to marry, he was attacked and killed because of me. I sent him to die based on information I was so sure was correct. That day, I should've been the one to go on the mission, not him. I was the one who should've died from the beginning."

You watch everything through tracking cameras and listen through communication radios. You heard the screams, the explosions, the gunfire, and his last words, assuring you that it was okay and that he would make it back.

Faris eventually came back to you, but not in the way you expected. It wasn't in a living form. What was returned were pieces of his body, separated and sent directly to the American embassy in a large box. His left finger from the remaining corpse still wears the silver ring, soaked in blood—the engagement ring between you and him.

And that was not the only loss that C.I.A. agents had to face.

"And Janet Carter, my colleague. She was the one who supported me when I lost Faris. She swore with me that we would seek revenge for what happened. She helped me investigate and connect with a man who had access to Bin Laden. We arranged to meet him in Pakistan. He drove up in a red car. Janet told me to wait because she would be the one to talk. It was a disastrous decision. Al-Qaida deceived us and sent a car bomb to kill me. Their target was me, the one leading the main mission. But the one who had to face the consequences was Janet. I saw the explosion. I saw my friend lying on the road, still breathing. She screamed, tortured beyond endurance. She begged me to shoot her, and I did."

There isn't a single tear when you recount the tragedy to Walt. But the man knows that beneath that composed facade and the chillingly calm voice, you are no different from a fragile glass filled with countless fractures, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

"Y/N, it's not your fault."

"But it was my duty. If I had chosen to follow my initial duty, no one would have to die in my place." You lock eyes with him, deadly serious. "We've all come too far to turn back now. Both you and I know that better than anyone."

For a moment, your gaze made him shudder. Walt knows well enough that you meant something more, for it's not just you who has gone through loss. He himself has experienced it, and no one can understand each other's pain better than those who have gone through the same kind of hell.

You smiled ever so slightly at the person in front of you. "I just don't want you to blame yourself if something happens to me, because it's not your fault the same way it's not mine."

As you finish speaking, Walt hugs you before you can react. It was a tight, intimate hug that allowed you to feel the rhythm of his heartbeat on the left side of his chest and a trembling force that seems to almost give in to tears, but Walt doesn't cry or say anything except for hugging you tightly in silence.

You took a slow breath before closing your eyes, and you chose to hug him back just as tightly. It wasn't easy for both Walt and yourself, whether it was this mission or the complex relationship you shared with him.

It could end in a beautiful success or in mistakes and losses like before. Everything was possible

But whatever happened, you were ready to let it unfold.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------   [1] A tax haven is a group of Caribbean islands that have tax policies with low tax rates or tax exemptions, making them a significant hub for the movement of a large amount of money, both legally and illegally. and also crucial in the money laundering process, especially for drug traffickers.

[2]Netherlands declared neutrality during World War I between the years 1914 to 1918 and declared neutrality once again during World War II before being invaded by Nazi forces between the years 1940 to 1945.

[3] yamin يمين, It is emphasizing the swear by mentioning the names of Allah or from His other titles

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¡AVATAR DE JAKE SULLY X FEM! NA'VI.

part 1, part 2 soon on my profile, I'll try to learn how to link it here.

✰[ You entered the battlegroup led by Jake Sully. And it didn't take long for him to realize that you're a born follower]✰

Warnings:jealous jake, opportunistic jake, and… I don't know what else to put. read at your own risk

🤍[ friendly reminder: My native language is not English, don't hesitate to tell me if you see any spelling mistake. As long as they're nice.]🤍

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After the battle against the sky people, you decided to give up your position as an animal keeper in the village and joined the battle group.

Of course, at first it wasn't easy, you had less muscle mass than the females that belonged to the group and zero use of weapons, and although they were about to throw you out of the group because of your uselessness, something convinced the boss to keep you.

And it was not your improvement in the field of war, no, it was your great ability to listen and obey direct orders that convinced the great Toruk Makto to leave you, with the false promise that he would help improve your lack of training while the only thing What he was doing was selfishly preserving their interest.

Jake's interest in you dates back to the beginnings of his new life as a Navi It was at a time like any other, I was going straight to the tree of souls when you collided with it, murmuring a soft apology without looking into his eyes and continuing on your way.

he was captivated immediately coming to ask Tsutey and Neytiri insistently who you were and why I just saw you now. Receiving vague and inconclusive answers, he decided to leave the subject until there, wondering when he would take the courage to disappear from his system when he saw you.

until it happens, he sees you standing in the training row struggling to hold the bow in the most correct way possible and failing in the attempt and that's when he comes to you helping you in the same way that Neytiri helped him, trying to be as as close as possible to your environment making itself felt, but it didn't work, nothing did.

until one of the helpers arrives with the report that you will be kicked out of the group and he sees his opportunity, his opportunity to have you closer, to become someone you trust.

And he does it, little by little you are letting go of your shyness and that's when he notices it, no matter how absurd his request is, you do it without question, fulfilling his mandate to the letter and he loved it. but what he didn't love was how the new recruit has set his eyes on you and you do nothing to prevent him from doing it, giving him the sweet smiles that are supposed to be for him, saying good morning with that melodious voice that so much He likes it and worrying about the new one in everything that happened to him.

The straw that broke the camel's back for Jake was seeing how the new man put his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them, raising one of his hands to one of your braids which he pulled playfully. When I see your blush, I can't stand it, I walk furiously towards you, interrupting the friendly chat they were having.

-You! - faces the subject with an annoyed face- don't you have anything better to do? instead of flirting?

-Y-yes, sir- upon noticing the angry face of his boss, the boy Navi runs away without even muttering a goodbye. His eyes roll to the back of his head with a snort. Is that the type of man you're looking for? Not to be cocky or arrogant but… he's a thousand times better match than that brat.

-And you- he goes towards you with a growl- you come with me- he starts walking without any kind of warning and you practically run to be at his side.

-Is something wrong, Mr. Sully? - You gasp a little tired from practically running - Have I done something wrong? - He stops dead and you imitate him. I turned to see you and you can see the anger in his eyes.

-Is it your partner?- You frown, confused.

-What do you mean?-

-That Navi, is he your partner? did you mate with him?-

You didn't understand the reason for his question, he was practically your teacher or trainer within the battle group, but, outside of it, your personal life doesn't have to matter. But you don't know if it's because of the obvious anger in his voice or the confidence he you developed from being around the male these last few months but you respond.

-No sir, we're just friends- his expression relaxes slightly and with a nod he walks again.

-Okay, don't talk to him again-

-Cla-clear sir- and may Eywa forgive him if he says he didn't want to take you at that very moment, your obedience set him off and he didn't understand how the hell you can be so faithful and obedient, waiting for his orders like a little puppy that is lost without his master.

He's fucking in love.

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Endeavor's and Katsuki's way of atoning

Smth that has been going on in my mind for a while now and I know I'm late to the party since the manga is way past the Endeavor agency- and the Izuku-left-UA-arc but I gotta get if off my chest.

I've read a lot of analysis about similarities but especially differences between Endeavor and Katsuki, so I won’t point them out here. I'd rather continue with smth I don't think anyone else has pointed out yet (?).

In Episode 18 of Season 5 or in the manga chapter 252 Natsuo was kidnapped by that arrow-quirk-villain and while trying to rescue his own damn son Endeavor just stopped in his ways, later explaining he was afraid that if he saved him, Natsuo wouldn't be able to speak his mind freely anymore. Like??? Okay then?? Just let him die, seems to be the better option for you, Todoroki Enji AKA No. 1 Hero. And I know some will say he had faith in the three musketeers to save the day but let me remind you that Endeavor was surprised by their improvement!! So I don't think he hesitated in a strategic or calculated way but rather in a self-centered, egoistic one. And I cannot even begin to explain how much this makes me despise Endeavor, risking Natsuo's life like that.

Whereas, remembering chapter 285, Katsuki's "body just moved on its own" when Izuku was about to get stabbed. “There were no thoughts" like – yes! Exactly! I mean, Katsuki also could have had a thought process like "If I risk my life for the nerd, he will have no choice but to forgive me for my bullying, even if I don't deserve it" or something like that. But he didn't! Because all of that doesn't matter if the person in question might be freaking dead at the end of the day!

Man, Endeavor’s behavior in that episode/chapter pisses me off for so many other reasons like telling Natsuo he doesn't want his forgiveness. Yeah well, you sure don't deserve it but it may be a start to freaking apologize, like truly apologizing – which Katsuki did btw. Katsuki too, said that he doesn't expect things to change between him and Izuku but he apologized nonetheless because that's what you do if you screwed up.

And at the end of the episode when Endeavor decides to separate himself from the rest of the household, saying this is his way of atoning and guys, I can't keep up with his bs! He's turning away from them without even properly facing them!!! When he damn well knows that Fuyumi e.g. wishes for them to be a family again. Yes, sir, your kids and one son in particular are hard on you, calling you out for your abuse – as they should! – so you just give up after only two shitty dinners??? Of course there won’t be any forgiveness after such a short period of time. And this pisses me off so much because Shoto told him that he’d like to see how he would perform as a father and yet? Endeavor runs away after a few ugly confrontations with Natsuo.

And again, smth Katsuki managed to do – he stayed close to Izuku, really trying to help him out. And yes, I know, Izuku never pushed him away, in fact, ever but still, Katsuki is really putting effort into their relationship, not needing other people pushing him into doing so. He is in fact atoning.

Endeavor is just running away, not really thinking about his family or taking them into account, not truly trying to change. He's not making it about making it up to them but rather making it about how he can punish himself. Self-centered as usual.

Sometimes I wonder if Hori did the Natsuo-Endeavor-scene exactly that way, with Katsuki listening, so that Katsuki would be inspired to be nothing like him. Especially with the parallel of both of them talking about their former behavior in front of others but with the HUGE difference of Katsuki putting Izuku first.

Well. Where was I going with this? Originally this was supposed to be a Katsuki-redemption-appreciation-post, showing in comparison to Endeavor how many things Katsuki has gotten right but it kinda ended up pointing out how Endeavor just keeps fucking shit up.

Hope you're fine with that and sorry for not including any screenshots.

#bnha #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki enji #bnha endeavor #my hero academia #bakugou x deku #katsuki x izuku #katsuizu

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Filthy day's chap 1

Pairing: Play boy Jimin x Sassy reader

Warning: cussing ,Jimin is kind of a dick, reader is dumb and embarrasses herself a lot, not many people like the reader, Jimin is a player, btw I got kind of lazy on the second part I'm sorry. The second part is a little bit dirty definitely not for minors #read at your own risk# idk if I should do part two??..

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You glare at Jimin who seemingly doesn't notice, or just doesn't care. He's already at it again moving from girl to girl. Which you are honestly not surprised. Even you can't lie about it the asshole is hot, but for you his ugly personality doesn't help his look's. You look at your bestfriend viva her eyes are still puffy to which there is no doubt she was crying for at least hour's and you think you know who's fault that is .You pat viva's back comfortingly trying to calm her nerves which was a bad idea because viva starts crying "He used to pat my back when I was upset!" oh shit you think to yourself you fucked it up again y/n. Oh how badly you want to storm up to Jimin and slap him right on the face the only thing that is holding you back from the just that is honestly nothing. You have gotten absolutely nothing to lose. At all. Yet it still seems like there's some force holding you back telling you "no y/n don't do it - don't lose your cool." you move your hand away putting small distance between you and viva. Jimin is sitting next to Jazmin his arm around her shoulder as he smiles at her firtasiously .You want to slap the hell out of both of them Jimin with his stupid pearly white teeth and lustrous hair and Jazmin with her squeaky pitched (obviously fake) voice. You realize you have really had enough of them when Jazmin start's shit talking viva and that. That. Is when you absolutely lose it. Without even actually realizing it your body moved on it's own. Like you weren't the one controlling it or something and the next thing you know Jazmin was staring at you with wide eyes Jimin has a bright red hand mark on his face and the sound of "she knew she fucked up" played in your mind over and over again. Jimin looks at you confused which you would too if you were him like you guys have never even talked before. " what the actual hell was that for?!" you cross your arms shame is actually starting to get to you not for slapping him but for the eyes all around the room on you. "That's for messing with my bestfriend if you ever do that shit again I wont hesitate to slap the actual fuck out of you.." you stand there head held high as you look down at him. That is until he stands up his chair falling on the floor from the force. Just from that sound alone made you shrink down. Jimin get's closer to you his expression blank as he stops infront of you tapping his foot on the floor in a catchy pattern. "what if..I don't want to?" you glare at him and sigh "you better quit your shit Jimin I'm not fucking kidding." Jimin scoffs and scratches the back of his neck " what? is someone jealous?" you glare at him that comment right there enrages you " jealous of what the fact you can't stick to one girl for more than 2 weeks?" Jimin's facial expression changes you can't really tell though as it's unreadable. "you should be jealous of that. besides your just upset no one other then your mom loves you." you scoff at his comment honestly he went far with that shit and you're not gonna stand there and take it. "what would you know about love Jimin? you can't keep a girl to save your life you just get her straight into your bed then your over with her." Jimin's facial expression finally changes to one you can read Anger, Shame and a tiny spec of hurt. You really have no idea what would have happened next but you were saved by the teacher

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That night you had a soft ball game and you still had pride as you were finally able to stand up to Jimin. You just finished getting ready and was about to leave when one of your classmates called out to you. "y/n! someone's waiting for you in the locker room!" you turn back towards the locker room assuming it's your coach and open the door and walk in except your alone. or that's what you think till you hear the door click closed and you turn around and see Jimin. you groan "what the hell do you want.." Jimin walks towards you in an agonizing pace and sit's down on the bench next to you. you look at him confuse and he sighs and grabs your wrist pulling you infront of him. He grab's out his phone and turns the screen around and that's when you feel all the blood drain from your face. You used to date one of Jimin's friends who moved away and he was just like Jimin which was why you broke up with him. "where the fuck did you get that?" you ask blush creeping to your face Jimin smiles innocently "oh this? Jungkook sent it to me.. don't you think you look so pretty? down on your knee's for him. His cum smeared all over you're face.." you glare at him as you feel disgusted by the picture "what the hell do you want" you question him. Jimin smiles and pushes' you down to you're knees forcefully infront of him " suck it" you are shocked by his command mostly embarrassed "the fuck ,who do you think you are!" Jimin smiles innocently and waves the picture of you in your face you glare at him but hesitantly unzip his pants. your not really sure what to do at this point but Jimin is giving no mercy "put it in your mouth bitch I don't have all god damn day" he says pushing your head down

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #jimin #kinda dirty at the end #little bit of smut

[littlemousedroid]

It’s A Tradition (Chapter 8)

Pairing: Wrecker x female reader (Pantoran, no description, nicknamed Poppy)

Word Count: 1840

Summary: Hunter and Tech discuss Wrecker’s new relationship. Wrecker and Poppy enjoy some domestic life but the trauma and angst are a cloud trying to block out their sunshine (does that sound dramatic enough?).

Rating: T for now, references to canon typical violence and trauma. It’s mostly fluffy and fun, with some angst and anxiety thrown in for flavor. — This chapter continues the angst, dealing with big emotions that the show glosses over. Also kissing.

Chapter 1 >>> Chapter 7

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It was just before dawn and the Marauder was still quiet. Hunter had awoken to find one of his squad missing. That was not a situation he liked to be in, used to the tight knit team sticking together. Omega was still sleeping in her room. Echo was resting in his rack. Tech was the only one awake, taking advantage of the quiet to work on whatever project he deemed more important than sleep. All of that was to be expected but Wrecker’s absence was unusual.

“Where is he?” Hunter asked as he entered the cockpit, knowing that Tech would know what he meant and would undoubtedly have a lock on Wrecker’s location already. He settled into the co-pilots seat, turning to Tech.

“Wrecker left a few hours ago, while we were all still sleeping. He seems to have gone to the residential neighborhood near the market. It must be the apartment of his new acquaintance.” Tech presented the information in his usual detached fashion but his tired expression gave away his concern.

“Poppy, they call her Poppy. But he didn’t leave a message? He just bolted?” Hunter asked, a frown spread across his face. “Wouldn’t have expected that.”

“His actions lately have been entirely unexpected. He takes every opportunity to visit the market and his new…friend. So running off tonight, it fits with this new pattern of behavior.” Tech explains.

Hunter leans back in his seat, taking a moment to process Tech’s thoughts but that moment is interrupted.

“I know he has been under a lot of pressure recently. His recent headaches were caused by the malfunctioning inhibitor chip, I do not know if they put any additional strain on his mind.” Tech paused, hesitating slightly, “And the loss of Crosshair weighs on him as well.”

“They were close.” Hunter admits. They all had moments of missing their old lives but Tech was right that the loss seemed especially difficult for Wrecker. And now the events of the last few days added to that pain.

“I suspect that Wrecker has found some form of solace in this new relationship, however it might be defined.” Tech continued. “But I’m uncertain if that comfort is worth the risk. Might I remind you that we are still in hiding from the Empire. We don’t know anything about this girl. Can she be trusted?”

“Tech,” Hunter sighed and rubbed his brow. “I doubt she is an Imperial spy.”

“That may be true but she is still a liability to our security. And…” before he could continue Hunter interjects.

“Tech, it may be hard to calculate, but sometimes the risk is worth the reward. If Wrecker has found some comfort in our present situation, why shouldn’t he be happy?” Hunter can’t deny that there is some risk but he also trusts Wrecker to make the right decision.

“Who decided you had any say at all?” Both men spin around to see Echo leaned in the doorway. “Wrecker can make his own decisions. Just let him be. Now keep it down or you’ll wake Omega too.”

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You had been able to get a few more hours of sleep wrapped in Wrecker’s arms. It had been peaceful, a deeper sleep than you were getting before he had arrived at your apartment. Waking in the middle of the night to find him knocking at your front door had been a surprise, but it was not unwelcome. He had been gone much longer than you anticipated and it was a relief to have him back. Obviously something had happened while they were gone, Wrecker had been a mess when he arrived. Had he really been crying? What could have happened to bring him so low? Whatever it was you would be here to comfort him.

As you rolled over you were surprised to find the bed empty. The sheets were cool, he must have been gone for more than a few minutes. Had he left? No, he wouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye, that wasn’t in his nature. Maybe he just went to the fresher? You got up and slipped your robe over your shoulders. As you padded down the hallway you heard grumbles coming from the kitchen. What was he doing in there?

As you reached the kitchen, you found Wrecker with his back to you fiddling with something on the counter. He didn’t acknowledge you right away so you were able to watch him. He was trying to use your caf machine but struggling; cursing under his breath, pushing buttons, and spilling grounds everywhere. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Are you going to rescue me or just let me break this machine?” Wrecker said before turning around, showcasing the most exasperated expression you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I was trying to bring you some caf, but this dumb machine is not cooperating.”

You came over to help him, pushing a few buttons and easily getting the caf brewing. He let out a frustrated huff.

“You make it look so easy. If it had been a proton bomb I could have disarmed it with my eyes closed but apparently making caf is beyond my skill set.”

“When we first met you reminded me that we each had our own skills, let’s put making caf on my list. And disarming dangerous bombs can stay on yours.” You smiled at him, “It’s the thought that counts, thank you for trying. The caf will be ready in a few minutes.”

You moved to retrieve some mugs from the cabinet behind Wrecker but as you approached him he stepped in front of you blocking you from your task.

“Wreck, I need to get the mugs…” He stepped closer to you, crowding your space.

“Pop, there is something I need to ask you first,” he reached up to cup your face, his hand covering your neck and jaw. He was watching you, looking for any hesitation.

“You can ask me anything Wreck,” it came out a breathless whisper as you turned your face up to meet his gaze.

“Can I kiss you?” He leaned down, so close you could feel his whisper ghost across your cheek.

All you could do was nod in response, his lips were on yours before you could finish shaking your head. It started gentle, just like every other moment with Wrecker. His hand wrapping around your neck to pull you closer to him, the little space that remained gone from between you as he pressed you against the counter.

Kissing Wrecker was all-consuming in the best way possible. His large hands seeming to cover your whole body, his body blocking out everything, even the smell of him flooding your senses. Your lips slotted perfectly against his, like two pieces of a puzzle. He may have asked for the kiss but you were the one to push your tongue against his lips asking for entrance. He welcomed you, a small groan escaping his lips. You continued kissing for what felt like forever, but the beeping of the caf machine pulled you back to reality.

“Wrecker, the caf,” you pulled back from him breathless but he didn’t want to stop, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. “Wrecker, love, I need to get the mugs. Let go and I’ll make breakfast.”

He finally detached his lips from your neck, but didn’t let you go. He placed his forehead against yours, making eye contact.

“I love you, Pop. But I’ll love you even more if you feed me!”

You laughed at that and finally pushed him away to get the mugs and make some breakfast.

“What do you like Wrecker? I’ve got a couple of options.” You opened the cabinets looking through your groceries.

“I’ll eat anything. I’m sure whatever ya got is better than the ration bars we usually eat.”

“I’ll take your word for it. How about jogan fruit bread? I’ve got some different jam options. And I can cut up a meiloorun.” You hoped that would be enough.

“That sounds perfect! Can I help?”

“No, you sit down and I’ll handle it.” You poured the caf and handed it over to him, placing your own mug at the seat across from him. It only took a few minutes to get the rest of breakfast on the table.

“This looks great, Pop, thank you!” He dug right in, putting tons of jam on the warm bread. He seemed to savor every bite, like he was tasting it for the first time.

“They didn’t serve jam in the GAR mess halls?”

“Huh?” He seemed confused, but caught on quickly to what you meant. “Oh, not really, we didn’t get much beyond nutrient filled goops and bars. Nothing as delicious as this jam. Did you make it?”

“No, I bought it in the market. I can show you where and you can take some back to Omega.” You just knew she would love it as much as Wrecker did.

The rest of breakfast passed quietly, a pleasant domesticity that you relished. As you finished eating, Wrecker insisted on cleaning up. So you took your second cup of caf to the couch. You couldn’t help but think about what every morning could be like waking up with Wrecker. A life with him would undoubtedly be full of joy; shared laughter and playful teasing was already the foundation of your relationship. But was it even worth dreaming about? Could you have a normal life with Wrecker? You had your own reasons to worry about life under the Empire but they paled in comparison to those of a fugitive clone.

As nice as this domestic scene was, you wanted to talk about what happened while he was away. What had caused him to come to you in the middle of the night. And what would happen now between you two.

Wrecker finished cleaning up and joined you on the couch, bringing his own caf and another piece of bread.

“Wrecker, I think we need to talk,” you said.

“Uh oh,” he mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

“No, it’s not bad, at least I hope not.” You paused to gather your thoughts. “If we were just two regular people in a galaxy at peace…”

“But we’re not,” Wrecker interrupted. “We’re in hiding from an evil empire. Pop, that doesn’t mean we can’t be happy. I wouldn’t have come here last night if I thought it was the wrong choice.”

“Why did you come here?” That was the question you really wanted answered. What had caused him to come to your door in the middle of the night, an emotional mess.

He didn’t answer you right away. He wasn’t even looking at you now. You reached out to where his hand was resting on the back of the couch and grabbed hold, intertwining your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand, willing his focus back to you. You had said your piece and now it was up to Wrecker to decide how to proceed.

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A/N: This was just a peaceful scene to give them space. The next chapter will be Wrecker and his emotions, maybe something from his perspective? I know he’s got a lot going on in the scarred head of his and I want to spill it all on the page. Chapter 10 will be back to some adventuring.

Thank you for reading this far! I started this for myself and the idea that others would enjoy it too continues to blow my mind. I would love any comments and feedback. Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

#tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x female reader #wrecker x you #wrecker wednesday #the bad batch fanfic #the bad batch wrecker #clone trooper wrecker #the bad batch #star wars fanfic #it’s a tradition

[queenbumbles21]

His woman

Villain Deku x reader

-A One-Shots story - 1/3

⚠️Warning- long One-Shots, not prof read, grammar errors, yandere-Deku, OOC Izuku, comments about woman’s body, attempted harassment (read at your own risk), violence, emotional damage, mention of suggestive contain (😪)

Theme: angst/comfort

A/N: honestly, I’ve been reading Deku fanfics and I thought it was really cute and cool, but I thought of this plot, and I hesitated to write it, but I needed a dangerous scene where Deku saves reader and this is the only thing, I can think of… sorry.

Deku Artist name: (Pls let me know so I can give credit- thank you

 (Music to set the mood) The Venice Connection - The Time of Our Lives (Lyrics) 365Dni

Your heels tap down on the marble floor of the club. You held a tray of alcoholic beverages, careful not to spill and single drop anything on anyone.

Cheers, yelling, beers clink can be heard, the smell of alcohol twist your nose and give your head a spin. People are laughing, and most are talking aloud.

The music blast in your ears from downstairs, although; it slowly muffled. You began to head upstairs to where the VIPs and killers are, and most importantly,

Deku....

The most manipulative, cunning, perspective, and intelligent villain you have ever met in your life. No one can compare to his evil deeds and his witty plans to destroy the peace and harmony of Japan,

You walked towards the balcony door but stopped for you were blocked by the bodyguards. They were tall, buff, and well-dressed in red tuxedo uniforms.

You sigh and stick out the leg of your Phthalo Green dress that has a slit on it. The fabric moves out of your way, displaying your black and green X mark sign, had little designs here and there making it look nice. They recognize the sign as 'Deku’s woman. and let you pass, opening the door for you to walk in with the drinks in hand.

This little tattoo was significant to know for everyone, for the sake of everyone's “safety”, although; he did not care about anyone else only you. His mark made sure that no man nor woman, unable to touch you. Or even look at you, people don't listen or understood what it meant. Men didn’t care what it was because, they didn’t know what it was and had thought you were lying about it… they ended up dead a few weeks later...

You wear long dresses with slits on it to show off your tattoo so everyone can know to whom you belong. Though it made you uncomfortable at first, but you got used to it eventually.

You hated it, flaunting off your leg uncomfortably. You didn’t understand why, but you did not dare question it.

You walk into the private room. There’s a balcony for the VIPs to watch from down below, people enjoying the party, danced and drinking their sorrows away.

There were men and very few women in the room sitting with them and giving them a plate of illegal drugs for them to smoke every once in a while. You put down the tray of alcohol on the table, placing it while grabbing and placing them on the table.

You had to bend down a little which made it worst, while doing so; some of the men wooed and whistled at you and made disgusted. They made remarks they used made you feel worst.

“Damn girl I’d love to kiss that beautiful, luscious ass of yours, so thick and juicy. Looking at it makes me-“

Before he can even finish his sentence, a shot was fired towards him, but he “missed” it in the wall woman screaming. The men backed off faced and the shooter,

“Y’know, you shouldn’t be touching what’s not yours she belongs to me.” They all turned to the source of the voice sitting in the dark his leg over the other while he relaxed on his chair, his green orbs glowing in the dark his used to be sadistic smile turned into a deep frown from the scenes that just happened,

He put his gun towards his lips blowing the smoke of the gun while it vanished into the air.

“Get out.” That was all he has to say before the man went scrabbling and tripping over his feet out the door running for his life, everyone was a bit quiet, though the music still played in the background.

Deku stood up from his chair walking over to you, as he was going to touch your cheek you walked out of the room slamming the door open. You were embarrassed at what just happened, although; yes, you were thankful to Deku for saving you from attempted harassment.

You were embarrassed at how everyone was staring at you. You weren’t able to defend yourself, you felt pathetic, used, and weak…. You were angry at yourself…

As you walked through the hallways you check from door to door, ‘why are there so many!!??’ You thought you went to every single one, but they were just rooms and other things. As you were about to check on the other, you heard moaning. Disgusting.

You cringed and kept walking making your way to an exit if even possible, but suddenly a hand grabbed you harshly stopping you from walking away and they pushed you towards a wall.

You attempted to free yourself, but This person was strong, you couldn’t see them in the dark hallways but all you can see is their green eyes, “Aww come on baby, why are you running away? I was only trying to help you~” Deku…

“Get off of me!” You try freeing yourself, but it was no use and no surprise that he was stronger than you…

He signed and let go of you. we’ll more like push you. You fell on the floor, but you weren’t goanna give him the satisfaction of seeing your pained expression...

But why? Was it because he pushed you?

Or was it something else deep in your heart that you didn’t know of? Why did it hurt when he looked at you with disgust for not accepting his help…?”

You questioned that but you picked yourself up and kept walking, but it was slower, you somehow had formed a bruise on your leg from the fall, ‘Dame sensitive skin...’ as you walked slower trying to search for the exit, Deku following you.

“Why are you following me?” You say annoyed, He didn’t answer he just kept following you, you signed and again went through every door while playing your ear on it for any noise a checked every once in a while.

“Try that door.” You turned to Deku as he pointed to a door across from him as he leaned on the wall. You looked at the door and glared at it, you didn’t trust him, and he smirked. “What, don’t trust me, you want to leave this place don’t you babe?”

He had his playful mischievous glint in his eyes while you hesitantly walk up to the door, as you slowly opened it was dark and looked scary but when Deku turned on the light of the room. You saw adult gadgets, a red sofa, a slickly red bed in the middle corner of the room, wipes, and chains, lingerie's hanging by the wall, and other objects….

“….”

“I installed this room just for you and only you baby~”

You stared at the room surprised at it, as you kept staring you didn’t realize he put his hands on your shoulder slowly pushing you inside the room but before he can fully make you go inside…you slammed the door shut,

He had a surprised expression on his face, he looked down at you while you looked up at him with an annoyed face, “I’m not goanna be the little toy you can just throw around and play with got it! I’m. not. your. toy.”

“Then I guess you're my woman~ if not my toy.”

You scoffed. “I’m not your woman, baby, babe nor will I ever be Your toy” You try to have an intimidating expression, but your face was just too cute to even form one. Deku chuckled darkly to which you slightly jumped in fear that you may have upset him,

“Interesting.”

That was all he said as he caressed your face softly while gazing into your eyes, you got distracted by his eyes and charming face. You had to admit he had a really pretty face… ‘wait what am I doing!!’ You thought, snapped out of it and you slightly pushed him off you as you continued to find the exit door. You walked a few doors down before finding a slightly more innocent charming door.

It looked nice, it had small little designs on it, and the light that shined under the door wasn’t red neon light, no it looked more bluish and sadder...You looked back a Deku to see if he was still there and yes, he was although he was distracted from looking around and following you…

was he trying to keep you safe?

Did he want to keep you safe?

You shook off the thought and walked up to the sad-looking door. You pushed it lightly and pecked inside, it was… nice, and homey-like, soft and gentle. You were slowly about to make your way in, but a black-gloved hand stopped you from it.

You looked back and saw Deku, he didn’t have his happy teasing expression on his face anymore, he had a... longing and lonely expression looking around the room.

He hesitantly let you in, softly pushed you into the room, and walked in the room looking around with a poker face.

“…” you stared at his back for a while you played with your fingers and hesitantly let yourself in the room, slowly looking around while Deku leaned himself on the wall watching you closely, his arms crossed, and his legs crossed as well.

You slowly walked around going into a small hallway, you saw a slightly open door, and you walked in hearing the creek of the door. You gasped at the sight in surprise.

There were posters, a cap, bedsheets, figurines, and more of the former superhero All Might, he had passed away 37 years ago. Yet his name was never forgotten, but his good deeds were never forgotten. He will never be gotten… his death left the world in tragedy and despair.

Heroes needed him, the people needed him, and everyone needed him. Now he’s gone… but he had a peaceful death, no harm he just died of old age and weakened power…

It was revealed that it was because he had passed his powers on to someone, it was called One-for-all and because of that he got weak and died.

No one knew to whom he passed his powers and to this day still nothing about the information. Hero and the police department are still looking for the person while saving people's lives and such.

You walked around a little bit checked it out before leaving the room and closing the door behind you. You heard Deku walking up to you just staring at the room across from the other one you walked out on.

You without thinking walked up to that room and softly opened it. As you did you spotted a picture hung up on the wall of a child, you saw a dresser that had makeup, perfume bottles, jewelry, and other woman's stuff.

He walked up to the dresser looking at all the things, you stood there watching his every move. But it seemed like he had, had enough of looking at the same thing every time he came to the club. Slowly he started flinging objects onto the floor throwing glass bottles and making them shatter.

Something within him hit him like a ton of bricks for he had an angry pained expression that he started roughly throwing the bottles everywhere and shattering them.

He flipped a chair and punched the glass of the mirror, a few times making his knuckles bleed. Deku ripped the closet door open shedding and tearing up dresses and shoes apart. All you can do was watch in horror, coving your mouth, you had to stop this. You hurriedly went up to Deku, trying to make him stop by pulled at his board shoulder.

“Deku stops! Stop it!” You had tears in your eyes, and you were scared but he had to be stopped. As you were trying to grab his arms and attempted to stop him turned around and pushed you a little although you caught yourself you tried again this time you softy turned his face towards you,

You gasped at the scene, he had a pained expression his tears falling down his eyes, his chest huffed his cheeks red his eyes now swollen with tears.

You've never seen him like this before, but you can tell that just because he’s a villain doesn’t mean that he didn’t go through something in the past, you can tell he had a rough time growing up into adulthood.

Your eyes soften, and you softy caressed his cheek which he led into with a shaky sigh, he places his hand over yours rubbing his cheek with it his eyes were closed as he turned his face slowly placing soft kisses on the palm of your hand.

He pulled you close to him, his arm around your waist and the palm of his hand securing your head. His head slowly made its way up your arm peppering kisses going up your shoulder kissing it, then to your neck he sucked on leaving a hickey.

Your face is flushed, you breathe heavily, you had your hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat going on a rapid pace.

He slowly walked you backward making you both fall on the clean mattress; he wrapped your legs around his waist your dress slipped down slowly showing most of your thighs. He held your thighs rubbing and caressing them softly.

He gently takes hold of your checks and places a kiss on your face your cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, and your lips.

It was a slow kiss; he savored your lips enjoying the softness of them. He slowly pulls away placing his forehead with your rubbing noses, as you try to catch your breath. Your eyes started to close, you had a long night, and you were ready to knock out,

“Tried already? I barely did anything, oh baby. You're not going to sleep anytime soon,” you shot your eyes open and saw a smirk form on his lips, At that moment you know, it was going to be a long night.

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You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun blinding you. You groaned as you twist and turn but felt a weight on your hip securing you. An arm dropped on your hip, you slowly hold the blanket that was covering your naked body you shivered at the cold and tried to remember what happened last night.

It hit you like a ton of rocks; you blushed and covered your heated checks. You turned to the person that was sleeping next to you, his chest going up and down peacefully sleeping.

His head was turned but you can tell who it was just by his messy black and green hair you leaned in slowly.

Deku was sound asleep, it looked like he needed it to for he is knocked out. He shifted onto the bed for a while and faced towards you. Or... the side, you slowly lay back down on your side.

You gazed at Deku you lifted your hand and ran your finger through his hair, soft and messy it smelled nice to… that woke him up. He groaned and pulled you into a tight hug “Deku… your… kind of... squashing…me” he was stretched and let’s go with a sigh.

He gazes at you as you catch your breath. “(Yn).” You looked up at Deku. “Yes?”

You ask breathlessly He took a moment to think before he said something that caught you off guard, “Marry me.”

Well, that’s not the most romantic proposal but it sure did take you by surprise. “Heh... we’ll I-….”

Words seemed to have failed you, but you stared up at him with pink cheeks. “Hm.” He hummed-laughed, and he turned to his side, but you noticed when he turned, you saw how ripped he was and blushed. Opening a side drawer, he took out something and closed it.

He turned to you showing you a deep green smooth box, he opened it, and in there was a ring. It was beautiful and it was a real diamond in the middle.

“I love you.”

“Huh?!” You were taken by surprise too stunted to speak but you didn’t know what to say he was serious about his words too. you couldn’t, you shook your head trying to regain your thoughts and speak your mind. “(Yn), I love you so much, that it drives me crazy. I want you and not just physically. I want you emotionally,”

You fiddle with your fingers a small little frown on your lips as you thought back on what your parents said you wanted to cry but you couldn’t, you wanted to ask for his help, but you can’t … so you did what was best for you… but was it best? For you? Did you want this…

“I-… I can’t take this, Deku…. I can’t, I just…no I…. I don’t love you,” as you said those words you regretted them for when you looked into Deku’s eyes, he looked heartbroken like he was about to cry.

Deku felt as if he was never going to be loved… did he perhaps read the signs wrong? He knew you loved him. or did you not? Maybe you weren’t sure of yourself? Where are you still figuring it out? if that’s the case it’ll be easy for him to help you,

Deku took a deep breath to contain his emotions and looks into your eyes concentrating, reading your eyes.

He’s good at perspective so this can be easy he’s trained himself to read others’ emotions and even the most emotionless person is hard to read for others, but they can’t fool him.

Your beautiful (Ec) orbs were glossy, and they kept looking elsewhere other than his eyes, you were fluttering your eyes, your cheeks were a shade of pink, your breath was shaky, your mouth agape, and he felt your fingers twitching every once in a while, on his chest, your tangled feet on his were shaking a little.

You were lying.

“Is that so.” He stated, he closed the box shut with a snap and softly throw it in the corner of the bed. He pulled you closer by your waist and tried to tug you away from him.

He had a deep frown on his face and his eyes glowed green. It wasn’t that he can’t take the rejection, yes, he can. He just can’t stand that you were lying to him, he can tell you were hiding something.

“(Yn), why are you lying to me.” He says as he stood up from laying down and you pulled you with him, he gritted his teeth you hissed at the cold air kissing your skin. His hands were now on either side of your arms, he squeezed them most likely leaving a bruised on them, but he realized that and loosen his grip.

“But I’m not lying!”

“Yes, you are! You're not only lying to me but you're also lying to yourself! And you can’t see that!” Yes, he might be the bad guy, but most of the time he was gentle toward you.

Because you are an expectation. He let you talk to him however you wanted to cause in the end he’d still love you either way. But right now, he was too pissed at how you still can’t even figure out your feelings after all this time, and what had happened last night between you two, there was indeed something there in your heart. He knew what he saw, he was sure of it.

He couldn’t stand to talk right now; he knows that he might say something he’ll regret later so he stood up and started putting his clothes on. “Deku where are you going?” You questioned, there was no way that he was about to leave you here all sweaty and naked, right?

“To a meeting.” He answered firmly nonetheless, even though he was raging with sadness in his heart. He didn’t look at you, which took a stab in your heart, and you were mad because you didn’t understand what it meant why did you feel this way? Dame it!!

“Deku- “

“Go take a shower, I’ll bring in a maid to come up and bring you some fresh clothes for you,” and with that, he walked out the door, “Deku wait! I can’t-“ Before you can even finish you stepped on the floor and drop down, your legs were wiggling a little bit and the blanket was no longer covering you. You signed it wouldn’t kill him to at least be soft but no he was very rough in bed…

You were determined and tried to get up on your own by using the bed for support as best as you can. As you were doing so, you felt yourself being lifted in the air and moving out of the room.

It was Deku, he carried your bridal style to the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet with you on his lap, He secured you with his arm making sure you don’t fall again. You had your arms around his neck making sure you don’t fall.

He turned on the faucet of the tub, he had his warm hand wrapped around your waist, and he caressed your hip with his thumb. As he was filling up the tub, you took a glance at him and soften your eyes, his hair was a mess, his cheeks were a shade of pink that was slowly fading out, and his eyes were lidded and constrained on the water as he dipped his finger on his to check the temperature.

“All right then,”

You snapped out of it once he lifted you up and gently placed you on the warm water, you signed in contact with it and hummed in satisfaction. You looked down at the clear water and swirled your finger as you lift your finger and heard the droplets of the water falling.

 You did this a few times, as you did this but did realize that Deku was still there staring at you in awe, you were straddled when you felt water being dumped on your hair.

You turned and looked up to find him still sitting on the toilet. You stared up at him watching his every move. He picked up shampoo, poured some on his hands, and scrub them together making foam and gently messaging it on your head. You turned back and faced the wall, humming and smiling a little. It felt nice to have his hands on you- wait what?! You blushed and shook your head,

“Hey now, stop shaking your head I won’t be able to wash your hair if you do so. Don’t move baby.” He says softly,

You can feel your cheeks heating up at the nickname he gave you, .... he still calls you that huh? Even if he was mad, he’s still gentle with you. You did as told and relaxed, once he was done, he tilts your head, closed your eyes, and poured some water on you.

Your arms wrapped around your knees pulling them to your chest, covering yourself. You closed your eyes relaxing your body, you can feel Deku's hands messaging your hair and pouring some water every once in a while,

He did this a couple of times getting all the soup off your hair and once he was done, he grabbed the sponge and scrubbed your body with it, he started with your back and then your arms. He rises once he was done. “Baby girl, your goanna has to turn around for me. I need to clean your front,” he says, he can see the blush on your ears turning a bright red, he smirks and went close up to your ear.

“Why are you being so shy now? You weren’t this shy last night. You were enjoying yourself, moaning and groaning in my ear. Telling all~ the things you wanted me to do to your body~” He tease, he continued this until your whole body was beet red.

You couldn’t take it, you swapped your arms behind you making his clothes and the floor all wet, you did this a few times until you stopped and realize what you had done, you panicked and turned your body to apologize, and what you saw made you burst out laughing, he was all wet his whole clothes top to bottom, he had a shocked face that you’ve never seen before and that’s what got you laughing.

You kept laughing trying to apologize in between laughs. “Oh, goodness-hehe, I’m so sorry-haha- I just couldn’t help it-haha- your face was hilarious-haha hehe- I just couldn’t help myself!”

Your laughing echoed in the bathroom and honestly, Deku couldn’t be mad at you. Your giggles were refreshing to his ears and broken heart, and he smiled at you. He was glad that he can at least make his girl happy. Your happiness and safety were his top priority, He stood up and took a nearby towel, you stood up still a giggling every once in a while, getting out of the bath.

He wrapped the towel around your body, with one arm supporting your back and legs in front of your body carried your bridal style. You laid your head on his chest hearing his heart beating softly.

You felt happy as did Deku,

You are his woman, his girl, his everything, and his soon to be his wife.

A/n: Thanks for reading! hoped you enjoyed, have a good day and night.

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[monocytogenes]

Hi fam! For DA Pravin: 🐉 DRAGON, 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN, 🤍 WHITE HEART. For SWTOR Pravin: 💜 PURPLE HEART, 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES, 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND

Pravin Talavera

🐉 what is your oc’s favorite mythical creature?

Probably something that isn't too monstrous or akin to darkspawn, lol, since he's all NOPE about that sort of thing. I imagine there's some fun mythological creatures in Antivan culture, often related to wild and weird stuff sailors witness out at sea--Pravin would be fond of sirens or mermaids, given the combination of sexiness and danger and the absolute numbers they would do in songs, poetry and theatrical works.

🖊️ does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

(IS METRION OFFERING LOL)

I imagine tattoos are not really a thing in Orlesian culture--they're viewed as either primitive or potentially criminal, given associations with the Dalish and transient types like sailors. Matters are a bit different in Antiva, where you have some cultural cross-pollination from Rivain, but they still tend to be associated with particular professions like the Crows, who have their own sets of designs and associated meanings. They're much less common among the nobility on the whole due to their conscious imitation of Orlesian norms.

So no, Pravin doesn't have any tattoos. I'm sure he's painted them on from time to time when playing certain Antivan and Riviani characters, but he finds the notion of having actual tats kind of low class and demonstrably foreign in his adopted homeland. As an actor and bard, he values adaptability in his appearance besides; putting something permanent and identifying on his skin rather stands in the way of that intention.

🤍 what are three of your oc’s neutral/questionable traits?

(1) His paranoia. It's a natural consequence of his trauma, and one that's unquestionably rewarding in his illicit line of work--much of why he's such a talented bard, apart from his impressive ability to intuit people's feelings and desires and lie accordingly, is his anxiety-driven compulsion to really think through potential contingencies and plan around them. He's always double-checking locks, sitting with his back to a wall, disclosing just enough in conversations to keep the powerful from exercising too much leverage over him. He's got blackmail atop blackmail in the hands of various friends, ready to be whispered into the right ears should someone consider taking him out. He holds people at arms' length in the most pleasant way possible until they prove themselves reliable, and even then, there's few individuals he's truly willing to trust.

The flipside of this is that it not infrequently hampers his intimate relationships. He can be too harsh and protective in his assessments--as with Thalia, whose apparent dearth of self-preservation instincts freaks him out--and too unwilling to voice his true thoughts and feelings when that means putting himself in a vulnerable position. He's loath to admit when he's in pain, hesitant to confess his more unpalatable impulses, and uses sex as a coping mechanism because Maker forbid he submit to the ordeal of being known. It's very much a "in loving you, I show you exactly where to cut me" sort of thing--sometimes one just has to take the risk to enjoy the benefits, and striking that balance is difficult for him.

(2) His judginess with respect to his art. He holds himself to high standards, and he's benefited from that drive--while the Orlesian theater community was warm and welcoming to him from the get-go, actually making it to roles like those he played at the Grande Royeaux required copious technical skill and deep cultural understanding, something he needed to cultivate through intent observation and days upon weeks of practice. The fact that he was able to impress Orlais' most discerning audiences has really been the pride of his life.

It did, however, also make him more intolerant of divergent takes and beginners' stumbles than he probably should be. He reminds himself that he, too, was an amateur once, and can largely keep himself in check when actual ignorance is involved, but Maker, there's some interpretations of roles by players who Ought to Know Better that he'll get super bitchy about. (Gaubert likes to give him a hard time when he's really taking personal offense to a performance as an insult to the craft. Like, settle down, just pass over it in silence…)

(3) His attitude towards sexuality. He's good about it on several counts--highly giving, conscious of consent, excellent at communication throughout, accepting of different sexualities and preferences while forward about his own. He gets his pleasure largely through satisfying his partners, and really frames his encounters around that.

He does, however, use sex as a tool, both in the service of bard work and to generally ignore his own troubles. While he's honest about his attraction--he won't sleep with people he finds physically repulsive--he has lied about his ultimate intentions and feigned attachment to get information or access to a space. He knows leading someone on isn't kind, but he'll nevertheless do it if it'll help him complete a job. Apart from that, as previously mentioned, he'll focus on getting a partner off so he doesn't have to think over his own messy feelings or discuss stuff he's going through--it's a high as much as anything chemical, a bandage to slap over wounds that really need suturing, just so he can avoid looking at them for a bit. (Really, is he even bleeding if he can't see it?)

Pravin Winscliff II

💜 what is your oc’s ancestry/genetic background?

So! In the Empire you've got a few basic ancestral groups: people who can (or claim they can) trace their ancestry back to the oldest families (sith and immigrant Jedi), human families who were enslaved/vassals of the above before the Great Hyperspace War, humans from territories conquered after the Great Hyperspace War, and aliens of whatever type. The dominant narrative of course is that the foremost are the most genetically ideal and have the most natural aptitude with the Force, and things get worse down from there due to greater outbreeding or straight up being an inferior species. While it is true that Force sensitivity tends to run in families, there are also plenty of bloodlines that have picked up rare diseases through inbreeding (this is a substantial part of why genetic engineering technology is so advanced in the Empire), as well as far more examples of aliens with astonishing Force ability than the powers-that-be are comfortable with.

Pravin's from a postwar human family, probably originating in the Outer Rim; their story is essentially an Imperial version of the American dream--they immigrated to Dromund Kaas and came up from service work, taking advantage of all that free public education to break into the upper echelons of industry. Pravin's great-grandfather co-founded a defense contracting company; most of his immediate relatives either work in that, the military, or some branch of the civil service. His name carries a certain amount of recognition--they don't really have branded products, but the average Imperial citizen's aware of it the way one might be aware of, say, General Dynamics or Northrop Grumman--and it certainly gave him access to elite spaces below the Force-sensitive glass ceiling, albeit not without some nominal snobbery from the "old money" folks from time to time. (I highkey have a headcanon that he went to boarding school with Quinn, child of a venerable old prewar military lineage, and that Quinn's Downton Abbey-esque relatives definitely talked some shit about Those Winscliff Upstarts who are only three generations removed from poverty. Like you do.)

I'll note too that Pravin's looks alone don't carry any real class character to Kaasian eyes. People note traits common to particular family lines in a "this person looks like their parent" sort of way, but there's such diversity among human immigrants that species means far more than skin tone or hair texture in their racial calculus. (Interestingly, Pravin does have a verrrry small amount of sith ancestry in his genes--like 5%--but it's not enough to alter his looks beyond a human baseline, and is frankly common among any human family that's spent more than a few generations marrying in Imperial space.)

😊 what are your oc’s career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

He wanted to be an actor once, in a different life. It's a 'what if' that haunts him sometimes, when he's shaking off the nightmares and struggling with the pain of withdrawal--what if he'd been brave enough to defy his parents and follow that dream? What if his greatest worries had been confined to auditions and performances, if he'd never set foot on Hutta or Jadus' dreadnought, never had to fight his way out of his own head?

(Maybe the agent in his place would've activated the Eradicators. Maybe he would've been a victim himself, incinerated on Kaas. Maybe, in some horrible, cosmic way, it needed to be him in that place, at that moment.)

He chose to be an agent because it seemed thrilling and adventuresome and it was, despite everything. He's felt regrets about it, but more over what was done to him than anything he did; he stumbled here and there, but made the right choices when it mattered.

All that said, he isn't totally sure what he wants now. He's the dog who caught the car, in a way, with his freedom in hand but no clear plan on what to do with it beyond his slow revenge against the remaining members of the Cabal. Prior to the events of All the Times We've Said Goodbye, he's more or less been a spy-for-hire doing his damnedest to avoid attaching himself to any particular causes and ignoring the fact that it doesn't mean anything to him beyond the satisfaction of a job well done. The work is steady, and it pays for his ship and his drugs and his dates with one-night stands, and he should be grateful to not have to answer to any authority beyond customs officers and ATC, but…it's hollow. Despite himself, he misses the stakes of his old life, the accomplishments that saved lives, the deep trust relationships he nurtured.

Despite himself, he misses being in love.

It's hard for him to admit any of that, to even conceptualize it, but he gets around to voicing his feelings to Shara at least. He wants her, however she'll have him, and I imagine they get together despite the difficult logistics, which gives his life a bit more purpose. He ends up getting dragged slowly, somewhat kicking-and-screaming back into intelligence work too. :)

🍃 what is/was your oc’s favorite subject in school?

He liked the extracurriculars more than the classes--he was a theater kid and also did fencing, getting good enough to actually win some regional competitions! (It helped that those were both very sexy endeavors that got him a lot of tail as well, lol.)

In terms of actual courses, I imagine he was always inclined towards the social sciences; he ultimately wound up with a polisci degree at university after his parents forbade him from majoring in performing arts. He finds policy stuff particularly interesting; I have a recurring headcanon that he'll often watch the Republic equivalent of C-SPAN in his downtime because he thinks senators going at it over legislation is both hilarious and fascinating--there is, after all, no equivalent to that for the Dark Council.

#ask meme #pravinquisition #pravin winscliff ii

[dailybusinessfacts]

10 Success Mantras By Elon Musk

Elon Musk is the CEO and creator of SpaceX, a rocket company. His name is linked to Tesla, PayPal, and a number of other major corporations. Since the successful launch of the SpaceX rocket Falcon Heavy in February, he has been the talk of the town. Check out recipe of success mantras by Elon Musk.

In this article we will take a look on the success mantras by Elon Musk.

1.  Work In The Field You Love

Many folks are unable to locate their preferred location. Hesitant. In this instance, be patient and keep track of whatever tasks you spend the most time on. Examine your situation. Soon, you will be able to secure the location of your choosing. This is best success mantras by Elon Musk.

2. Never Give Up

On its mission to resupply the International Space Station, SpaceX had problems. A supply capsule bound for the International Space Station was destroyed by a rocket failure that burst after launch. However, this did not stop him for continuing what he envisioned his company to be and what it aims to provide. Today, his company is the largest private producer of rocket engines in the world. It has received contracts from NASA to develop US astronaut transport capability. This is amazing success mantras by Elon Musk.

3. Fight Valiantly

If you have 100 rupees, you can purchase food for today. So you’re supposed to sit? Elon Musk does not believe so. There may be a lot on your plate, but you don’t have to rush to get to work. However, instead of working gently and healthily, work frantically. Fight your own battles! Bring your best self forward. This is most popular success mantras by Elon Musk.

4. May Life Be Exciting

Elon believes that life is just too short. Despite your unwillingness to wake up every morning, there is no purpose in doing the same thing you don’t enjoy. Go out and enjoy the excitement of climbing mountains and traveling to other places. You are not a machine. ‘The thought of settling on Mars fascinates me the most,’ Elon stated. Life is much more than just handling challenges on a daily basis. So get up and start looking forward to the future.’

5. Put Forth Your Best Effort

Elon advises individuals to be prepared to work’super hard’ while beginning a business. He defines’super hard’ as working hard every waking hour, every day, seven days a week for a period of time, especially when he was just starting out. He forewent a luxurious lifestyle in order to devote resources to his business objectives. He believes that the person who works twice as hard will get twice as much done in the end.

Hard effort is the only way to succeed.  You can only succeed via hard labor, whether it be mental or physical. “Someone works 40 hours a week, whereas you’re potentially working 100,” most popular success mantras by Elon Musk. It’s possible that you’re both doing the same thing. Rest confident, you can only do in four months what the other guy will accomplish in a year.’

6. Criticism Is Worth More Than Gold

Whatever you do, you must be producing something. To thrive in affiliate marketing, you’ll need more than chance. Criticization irritates weak individuals. Mentally strong people, on the other hand, utilize criticism to develop themselves. They use their thoughts to listen to people’s reactions. Trying to figure out how accurate this reaction is. Folks, this is where you can improve. Because of this belief, Elon Musk enjoys receiving criticism. “No matter what you do, a critic’s criticism is more important than gold to you,” he remarked and this is inspiring success mantras by Elon Musk.

7. Take That Risk

This is perhaps the finest method to get in his face and take a chance! His life’s turning moment, according to him. He founded X.com after selling Zip Two and invested in SpaceX after selling a stake in a successful firm such as PayPal. ‘If you believe something needs to be done, you will do it even if the environment is less favorable,’ Elon remarked. Yes, the whole issue boils down to taking a chance. However, if you want to achieve something in life, you must take a chance! This is encouraging success mantras by Elon Musk to his followers.

8. ‘Homework’ Is A Must

Elon Musk has made investments throughout the board. His name is linked to a number of well-known organizations. But what is the success mantras by Elon Musk? The secret is that he does not go into battle unprepared. Many businessmen felt he was spending money on space and aeronautics as a hobby when he first entered the field. You will undoubtedly fail within a few days. Wrong. Elon did not step foot without a purpose in mind.

9. Development Takes Precedence Before Exposure

Many people do not want to spend as much money on product marketing as they do on advertising. Elon Musk stated that Tesla has never spent as much money on advertising as it has on product development. This mindset not only saves time, energy, and money, but it also speeds up progress and this is most popular success mantras by Elon Musk. “A lot of companies are reluctant,” Musk stated. They invest in areas that do not increase their production.’

10. Read As Much As Possible

Famous individuals are notorious for insisting on reading. Elon Musk is no different. Elon studied the complete Encyclopedia Britannica when he was nine years old! He used to spend an average of 10 hours a week reading science fiction at the time. People now fantasize of establishing a community on Mars with the assistance of that man. This is most popular success mantras by Elon Musk. He told Verge Magazine, “I’ve read all the space-related books in my modest collection.”

[rayofsunas]

pretending you’re not his s/o. [1]

A/n: happy Thursday!! whew, the week is almost over thank goodness. I hope you’re all doing well and thank you for being patient while I knock out these requests <333 Scaramouche’s is long for obvious reasons (I simp) ALSO thank you for 800 followers, I hit that milestone yesterday ahagdwcsh omg I’m growing so much wtf. thank you all :) <33 

Summary: the boys having to pretend their s/o is their secretary, maid, friend, etc. (someone other than their s/o)

Parings: Childe/Reader, Venti/Reader, Kaeya/Reader, Diluc/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Aether/Reader, Xiao/Reader, Chongyun/Reader, Xingqiu/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader, Razor/Reader, Bennett/Reader, Zhongli (fem and gn mixed)

Warnings: violence tbh (in Scara’s especially chile), swearing, crack, angst?, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Requested by bestie @mintydump​ 

Refuses (tells people you’re his s/o and compromises the mission)

Childe: for some odd reason, he was sent out by the Tsaritsa to retrieve a man who was impersonating one of the eleven harbingers and you were to go along. she said men were much more willing to follow along, if there was a beautiful woman promising affection, etc. the only problem was, to win over the impersonator, you had to pretend to be Childe’s co-worker. he hated this idea, and the minute he left, he reassured you he would not call you his partner unless it was romantically. so hell yeah, he’ll compromise the mission and will return without the impersonator. he does not care, you’re not his co-worker. he’ll just be like, “sorry, next time send me alone.”

Venti: jean why... ofc you'd be great company duh, but why did you need to be his babysitter on this expedition?!? sure, Venti may look like a child, but this was stupid! he’s loose-lipped anyways, so he’ll accidentally let it slip to whoever that you’re not his babysitter and that you’re his s/o. he’ll be like, “oops.” with the biggest shit-eating grin. he doesn’t care though, you’re not his babysitter grrr. 

Razor: he also accidentally lets it slip you’re his s/o. hunters were after him and his friends, you included (you’re human, he considers you family though, therefore wolf) and he just yells, “don’t touch my mate, GRRR” before ya know, ending them lmao. it never crossed his mind that maybe it wasn’t in his/your best interest to say what you were to him. other hunters could be nearby listening and then target you at a later date. but, tbh he will worry about that another day. as long as you’re safe now, he’ll always be there to protect you. 

Refuses (he doesn’t refuse the mission, but he refuses calling you someone other than his s/o/he won’t say if you’re his s/o or not.) 

Kaeya: he definitely won’t be calling you anything other than his s/o but he also won’t offer this mission to anyone else. he’s more than capable and he can do this without you having to be in danger too. if someone asks who you are, he’ll just cooly respond with, “none of your business.” and move on. he’ll use that whenever someone asks who you are. even if someone gets a little pushy, he won’t use anything to clue them of your relationship.

Xingqiu: he was supposed to borrow steal a book from someone. he needed it for personal purposes lol; it would be great for his collection. and from his understanding, the person who has it wasn’t using it. though you were confused on why he needed to break into somewhere to retrieve it. you just happened to be with him when he broke in, he says it was an accident that you were there, but tbh it’s all part of the thrill and his mischievousness. despite Chongyun warning him that he shouldn’t have brought you, he still did. and when the person who owns the book whips out a sword and then asks why you were brought along if you seemed timid and unreluctant to steal, Xingqiu’s response is, “well she’s my girlfriend! duh.” cue deadpan. legit no hesitation.

Scaramouche: this mission is happening no matter what. the Tsaritsa’s life is on the line; highly trained assassins from all over Teyvat were sent into Snezhnayan territory to kill her. she could protect herself, but Scaramouche was feeling feverish for battle; he was one of the more unhinged and dangerous harbingers, she entrusted this task upon him. he never turned down a mission. plus, it’s your fault you’re even here. why are you here again!? he left you home in Inazuma days ago. also... who the hell was looking after your daughter if not you...?? when you caught up with him once he was well away from Liyue Harbor’s docks (so he couldn’t force you to get back onto the ship, smart) you told him you weren’t some housewife and you missed the thrill of adventure, so you snuck on the ship too. he wasn’t sure how you got on in the first place without alerting The Kanjobugyo (you’ve snuck out before, so he’s told them not to let you leave, though he assumed you used your former title of a Fatui to gain clearance) let’s just say he’s not happy you’re here, but he’s not turning back now, he’s determined to end this. in the end, he kills all the assassins (ofc). on your way back to Liyue Harbor, arguing about why you’re here (you’re losing), another assassin comes out of the shadows; intent on killing the both of you. he’d managed to grab the end of your hair in his fist and was going to slit your throat. Scaramouche will say, “don’t touch my wife, you insolent scum.” he doesn’t have a problem telling those who have a death wish of your intimate relationship, because they’ll die in the end anyway; therefore to him, it’d be like they never knew. 

Zhongli: not many people know you’re his s/o anyways, so if he has something to do, especially dangerous you’re not coming along. he’ll make sure of that. on missions or something, he refuses to call you anything other than his s/o, but if he can’t/wants to keep it private he’ll call you by your name. if you’re facing off against someone, he’ll be like, “y/n, please watch out, I’ll handle this.” he never wants to put you in danger, and tbh even someone threatening who knows your name is a risk, but if they ever found out that you were not only his s/o but the s/o of an Archon? yeah, you’d be on a hit list just like him. 

Accepts (he will do this and won’t ask any questions)

Diluc: sorry y’all, but once this is discussed in full and you agree, he’s going to accept it. this mission is important. it’s not often people travel into Inazuma, so he was very lucky his wine is sold there and that he has a popular, well-known name. shipments of his wine weren’t making it into the borders and he was to find the culprit behind it; someone was stealing obviously. you were to go along with a few other soldiers and when jean told him it would be safer to call you his maid and not his fiancé, he agreed. you wouldn’t be a target that way. if anyone wonders why he took his maid, he’ll just say, “she’s to travel everywhere with me.” don’t worry, after the missions over he’ll reassure you he doesn’t think of you as his maid, definitely not. he’ll apologize profusely. “please don’t think of yourself that way, you’re not my maid, I adore you very much, sweetheart.”

Xiao: he already doesn’t go around calling you his wife or telling just anyone, only the Archons know and the fallen Yaksha once knew (you’re one of the female Yaksha) so being talked into this wasn’t a big deal at all. before, he didn’t run around Liyue telling people about your relationship because you both enjoyed the privacy. but now, having to call you his fellow Yaksha who’s been working alongside him for centuries, kinda feels like he’s ignoring or not acknowledging you. sure, you do hold the same titles (Yaksha) and yes you’ve known eachother for centuries, but really, you’ve been together for centuries. if you’re not bothered, then he doesn’t mind. but if you are? he’s very apologetic and will repay you in some way. “you’re not a weakling, you have no reason to worry.” he needs to do this task, he’ll never turn away from the people and if you have to be known as your Yaksha title to him and others, so be it. 

Chongyun: it’s not that he doesn’t want to call you his s/o. it’s just he’s a quiet guy and never has told anyone about your relationship; only Xingqiu knows. so he has no problem introducing you as his friend to absolute strangers, especially if you’re okay with it. if you’re not and tell him, he’ll be sure to never call you a friend again. he’s really looking out for your safety, people can be two-faced as he’s learned from Xingqiu’s fantasy books. he wants to protect and keep you safe, and if you need to be addressed as his friends a few times then that’s how it’s going to go. 

Accepts (he’ll accept but he has so many questions on why and hates it)

Albedo: he will accept if there’s a logical reason. for example, if you absolutely need to come because you’re his assistant or something and can offer your expertise, he will accept. but if you have no need? you’re not coming, please stay home. the whole time, he hates this. yes, you’re his assistant irl, but you’re his s/o, not just an assistant. it makes him sick that he has to call you that tbh, even if it’s your occupation. but it’s necessary for a lot of reasons you two have already discussed. after the mission is complete, he’s never going to stop apologizing. “love, please do not take what I said to heart, you’re not just an assistant.”

Aether: he has to be talked into this a lot. once kaeya and jean tell him the seriousness and importance of seeing his sister again, especially after all they’ve discovered about her, he’ll agree. no matter how much he hates calling you his travel partner, he has to. his sister has turned to the dark side for whatever reason and this meeting already is risky enough. if she finds out you’re his girlfriend, who knows how she’ll react; she’s very unpredictable now, a little unhinged even. but it does hurt to have to call you that, let’s be real. he never wants to say or hear that ever again.

Bennett: he knows he’s quite unfortunate, so you going with him on expeditions is just stupid and you could face something awful due to his bad luck. you go either way though, what a good s/o :) he almost slips a few times, especially facing off against a few lowlife Fatui. but then you remind him of the dangers of doing that and you’re immediately just a friend/member of Benny's Adventure Team. pls, he hates this so much, like why can’t he call you what you are?!? he’s constantly like, “well why can’t I just say you’re my s/o already? they won’t harm you as long as I’m here!” ?!?!?!? HE JUST DID?!?!?!?!

2.25.21, rayofsunas 

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King of Hell

BTS

Series : part 1

Pairing: demon!Jungkook x human!Female Reader x demon!Taehyung x demon!Jimin

Genre: Angst & Smut

Word Count: 4.3K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! READ WARNINGS CAREFULLY!

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A/N: SHAIWJW, IVE BEEN “WRITING” THIS FIC SINCE LAST YEAR, HOLY FUCK. Anyways I hope you enjoy this shitty story:)

These are the warnings for the entire series!! This is a dark fanfic that is not meant for everyone! If these warnings trigger you, please leave!!

Smut Warning(s): multiple smuts, cockwarming, face slapping, saliva kink, thigh riding, humiliation, heavy degradation, dacryphilia kink, threesome, anal, blowjob, somnophilia kink, mirror sex, choking, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, mix of ddlg, sleep sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, begging, small bits of praising, marking, fear kink, cum shots, cum eating

Other Warning(s): possessive!Jungkook, blood, murder, torture, physical abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, submissive reader

I’m probably missing something...

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong. But did she care?

No.

The girl laid supine on her boss's desk, sore legs bound around his torso, caging him in. His hand gently kneads her sensitive breast, earning soft moans from her. She grabbed his tie and tugged on it until he leaned down and passionately kissed her. The man gently pulled her up and swiftly wrapped his shapely arms around her body. She pulled away first, eager to catch her breath.

The excessive tension in the overheated room was unbearable. Her head remained low in embarrassment while her boss burned her with his gaze. To break up the tension, she awkwardly clears her throat and hops off his desk. For some reason, she desperately wanted to apologize but stopped herself. From what she remembers, her boss was undressing her with his eyes, so she let him have it. Deciding she’s not going to apologize, she frantically pulled up her skirt and opened the door to leave.

However, her boss was faster than her and instantly closed it again. He cupped her cheeks and attempted to kiss her again, but she stepped away. “I’m sorry, Dr. Kim. It’s getting late and my apartment is far from here, so I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Taehyung scowled at her. It was insulting to him. No one has ever rejected his touch. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and flung her onto his desk. She groaned in pain, protecting her injured side. Taehyung clutched her face and attached his lips onto hers, kissing her like it was his last time. She instinctively kicked her legs at him, but that made him more belligerent.

“Stop! Leave me alone!” She yelled, throwing her hands against his chest, trying to get him off. Unfortunately, she was no match for him. Taehyung pinned her down without a struggle and pulled her skirt down again. “I tried being nice, princess. But now you’ve gotten on my nerves.” He growled, forcing his cock in, despite her screaming at him to stop.

A sadistic smirk appears on his face as he picks up his pace. His warm cock fitted inside of her perfectly. It was like they were made for each other. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the feeling to the fullest. While Taehyung was on cloud nine, the girl was bawling her eyes out underneath him. “T- Taehyung! Stop! It h- hurts!” She sobbed uncontrollably, breath hitching. Her vision started to blur as she felt her energy drain out of her writhing body. She's never endured this much pain.

Taehyung grunts as he pushes himself forward one last time before cumming in her. “Fuck! You feel so good, baby.” He leaned down and licked her tears away. He then created a trail of hickeys along her jawline, down to her collar bone. “How about another round, babe?”

“No, no! Please, no! It hurts!” She hiccuped, putting her hands together. “Please, Dr. Kim. I’ll do anything except for this! I c- can give you money… if you’d like.” Taehyung couldn’t help himself. Watching her beg for mercy was a turn on. “I don’t need your filthy money, slut. Now stay still or else you're fired.”

He ruthlessly entered in again. She let out a painful whimper but didn’t dare to move because her job was on the line. Taehyung held her hips down and quickened his pace. The helpless girl was fighting off the urge to push him away with all her remaining strength. Soon enough, her legs trembled on their own as ripples of forced pleasure went through her body. More tears gathered in her fearful eyes. A minute passed, she was still sprawled on his desk, catching her breath. “C- can I pl- please leave now?” She faintly whispered, on the verge of passing out.

Taehyung pulled her ragged skirt up then pulled her upright. He moved her hair out of her face and tenderly caressed her cheek, admiring her face. “You won’t tell anyone about this, understand?” She sobbed but nodded her head. “Good… get your stuff, I’ll drive you home.”

“No, sir. It’s okay. I’ll call a taxi. You can go home.” Taehyung’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it. “You’re making me repeat myself, Y/N. You out of all people should know how much I hate doing that. Now for the last time, get your shit and I’ll drive you home.” He took a step back and followed her to her office. She quickly grabbed her purse and jacket, then they both headed out.

The car ride home was silent. She didn't dare to speak a word. Not after what he did to her. All she could do is keep her head down and play with the hem of her shirt. Taehyung glanced over at her here and there, but he too didn’t speak a word. He looked in his rear view mirror and spotted his best friend sitting in the back, staring at “his” girl. “Keep your eyes off of her. She’s already taken, Jungkook.”

Y/N flinched when Taehyung started talking. “Huh? Are you talking to me?” She asked, confused. Red flags were popping up but she couldn’t exactly jump onto the highway. She bit down on her lip and waited for a response. “Took you a while to detect my presence, Taehyung. I thought you could do better.” She immediately turned around and saw a man sitting in the middle seat, legs spread apart. His long, jet-black hair almost veiled his eyes, and he was covered in tattoos. “Who the hell are you?!” She slightly yells, clearly startled by the man. “I wouldn’t raise my voice if I were you, sweetheart. Anyone who disrespects me will regret it for the rest of their life and afterlife.” Jungkook mockingly said, confusing the girl even more. She turned to Taehyung for an explanation, but he simply rested his hand on her thigh. “Calm down, angel. I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Bold of you to say that, Taehyung. You really think you can take me on?” Jungkook challenged.

“To keep her by my side, I’d knock you over without hesitation.” Taehyung said with a dull expression on his face.

“Don’t tell me you have feelings for this girl. Man, you keep letting me down. First living in the mortal world and now, falling in love. What’s next? Marriage? Family planning? Pathetic, Kim Taehyung. If Jimin were here, he’d be laughing his ass off.”

“If you have nothing nice to say, leave. I thought you didn’t enjoy the mortal world.”

“I don’t, I just wanted to see what my dearest friend is up to. I’m astonished, however. You managed to keep that unpleasant side of yours a secret.”

Taehyung glanced at his girl. Her face was pale and if you looked closely, she was shaking. Taehyung stroked her thigh in a soothing manner, signinally her to calm down. Out of fear, she clings to Taehyung’s hand tightly. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. He sensed her fear the moment she sat in the car. He enjoyed watching her crumble apart in the passenger seat. She looked vulnerable and afraid, he wanted to ruin her innocent looking face.

“Stop gawking at my girlfriend, Kook. Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“No, I actually don’t. Next month, I’ll be announced king, but until then, I’ll hang around you and this lovely princess.”

From that point on, Taehyung knew he couldn’t leave her alone. If he did, Jungkook would 100% hurt her or even worse, mark her as his own. Jungkook’s one selfish bastard. He will always put himself before others. Taehyung immediately knew Jungkook was attracted to her; he could tell just by observing the way Jungkook looked at her. But he wasn’t going to let Jungkook have her too. Originally, Taehyung was supposed to be king, but Jungkook was stubborn and wanted to fight for the title. Taehyung didn’t want to fight his best friend, so he willingly surrendered.

30 minutes later, he finally arrived at her apartment. She quietly thanked Taehyung for the ride, then got out. However, Taehyung turned off his engine and got out of his car. “I’m staying with you tonight.” Without question, she nodded her head and grabbed Taehyung’s hand. She was terrified of what was going on. Of course she wanted an explanation, but Taehyung seemed to be protecting her. Therefore, she thought it’d be the best to stay with him until she knows exactly what’s going on.

She opened her apartment door and set her purse and jacket on the table. “I’m gonna go shower… Make yourself at home... I guess.” She mumbled the last part and headed to her bathroom until Taehyung stopped her. “Mind if I join?” Taehyung hinted he needed to talk to her so she said yes. Meanwhile, Jungkook plopped down on the couch with his arm behind his head. “Got any bourbon?” He yelled and she responded, “the cabinet behind you has all the liquor I own.”

Taehyung pulled her into the bathroom and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry! I fucked everything up for you.”

“Taehyung, what are you talking about?” She worriedly asked. Taehyung looked at the door then quickly turned the shower on. “We have to be quiet. He might hear us.” “Please tell me what’s going on! Who is he? How did he get inside your car?!” She whispers as calmly as she can. “His name is Jeon Jungkook. Next month, he'll be announced king of hell. He’s a very powerful demon and currently, he’s looking for his queen. Someone who can be the mother of his children and someone he can somewhat tolerate. Y/N, he has his eyes on you. You need stay around me, so I can protect you. I know I hurt you not too long ago, but trust me on this one. Jungkook has anger issues and if he gets a hold of you, you will be his punching bag for eternity.”

“Demon? King of hell? Are you hearing yourself right now?” She whispers louder, being unable to control her anger and concern. “I’m not lying, Y/N. How else did he get into my car. Do you remember our conversation in the car? He said he didn't like the human world.”

“What about you? What are you?!”

“I’m a demon too.”

“Prove it because I don’t believe-” Taehyung towers over her and his eyes turn black. His teeth become insanely sharp and black, thick horns start coming out of his head. She stood there, staring at his true form. She reached out and touched his cheek which was freezing cold. “Demons are real?” She faintly whispered. “Take your clothes off. He’s coming.” Taehyung’s out of his clothes in a blink of an eye but she didn’t want to remove her clothes. Taehyung heard Jungkook getting closer, so he ripped her clothes off and pushed her in the shower. He followed behind and pinned her against the wall, kissing her forcefully. “He’s looking through the door, pretend you're enjoying it so we're unsuspicious.” She surprisingly listens and returns the kiss. Taehyung picks her up, and she wraps her legs around his waist, allowing him to enter her. “Moan loud for me, baby.” The girl digs her nails into his shoulder and releases her needy moans.

Jungkook was standing in the door way, watching Taehyung fuck the living out of her. What he would do to be in his position. A part of Jungkook was telling him to kill Taehyung and take his place. However, the other half of him knew that it would create a war between the Kim’s and the Jeon’s. Centuries of feuds have been going on between the two families and it finally ended when Taehyung’s father made a peace offering and Jungkook’s dad happily accepted. From there on, Taehyung and Jungkook grew up together as best friends. Jungkook stopped himself from making a big mistake but continued watching the two fuck.

Taehyung came in her one last time before pulling out and cleaning her up with some water. She clung onto Taehyung because she had no more feeling in her legs. Her clit was burning from the overstimulation, but she wasn’t complaining because it felt so good. He carried her back to her room and wiped her body off with a towel. Jungkook went back to the couch and tried to relax his mind. For some reason, her moans kept playing in his head and before he knew it, he was hard. “Shit!” He angrily muttered.

After tucking Y/N in, Taehyung came to the living room to see what Jungkook was doing. Jungkook was leaning on the balcony railing, staring at the full moon. “If you want, you can crash at my place.” Taehyung said, fiddling with his house keys. “Nah, I think I’ll stay right here… By the way, your girlfriend is hot. If she ever wants to have a threesome, tell her-”

“She doesn’t, Jungkook. One man is good enough for her.”

“That’s too bad. Well, tell her if she gets tired of you she can come to me any time and anywhere.” Jungkook cockishly smiled, raising one eyebrow. “Stop with the jokes, will you?” Taehyung's voice got deeper because he’s had enough of Jungkook’s irritating comments. “I’m going to bed now. Sleep on the couch or wander on the street, I don’t care. Just don’t kill anyone.” Taehyung said before leaving Jungkook alone on the balcony. ���I'll try not to.”

Taehyung opened the door and saw Y/N struggling to fall asleep. He quickly got into her bed and pulled her into his comforting embrace. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” He carefully laid her face on his chest then ran his fingers through her smooth hair. “I love you so much. You don’t even know how long I’ve been watching you.”

“How long?” She whispers back. “First year of university was when I first saw you. Ever since then, I’ve been looking out for you.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around his body. “Why didn’t you talk to me?” Taehyung smiled, remembering why. “I’m a little shy.” She climbed up his chest and kissed him on the lips. “Is he gone?” She asked, tracing lines on Taehyung’s chest. “He’s gonna crash on your couch. Sorry about him, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay.”

Soon, silence took over the room and the girl fell asleep on Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung continued to play with her hair and trace her back until the door slightly opened. He saw Jungkook in the doorway and sighed. “What do you want now?”

“Her.”

Everything happened rapidly. The door swung open and all Taehyung saw were 2 red eyes staring him down. Before he could react, Jungkook knocked him out and pinned the girl’s body down. He entered into her sore cunt, causing her to wake up. As soon as she saw Jungkook’s face, she started to scream and fight. “Stop! Taehyung, help me!” She shook Taehyung’s body, but he was unresponsive. “What did you do to him?!”

“Shut up and cooperate with me or else I’ll take you to hell.” Jungkook swiftly got into a better position and let his raging boner free. The bed frame began banging against the wall harder and harder each time. Y/N was in a state of shock. She didn’t know what to do. Jungkook viciously thrusted into her and held her down by her neck. “No! Please! Stop!” Jungkook flipped her around and took her from behind. He spanked her ass multiple times, leaving his hand print on her skin. He pulled out and got up from the bed, dragging her along with him. “Look at yourself, you fucking slut.” Jungkook pulled her hair and forced her to look at herself in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you, slut. If I see your eyes aren’t open, I’ll slit your family's throat and send you pictures.”

“No! No! Please don’t! I- I won’t close my eyes, I promise.” Jungkook thrusted in again and had no mercy on her. Tears were rushing down her face but didn't once close her eyes. Jungkook deliberately went faster seeing if she could handle the pain. It took a lot out of her, but she didn’t want to put her family in danger so she listened to every order. Jungkook continued fucking her hard. He could sense the fear that was taking over her body. She was shaking and silently crying, but it merely encouraged him to go faster. At last, he pushed his whole length in and came deep inside her. She squirted around him and collapsed on the floor. “No more, please” “Get on your knees, now!” She whimpered but got on her knees. Jungkook didn’t waste a second to shove his whole cock in her mouth. He grabbed her face and started fucking her throat as fast as he could. After some time, hot cum was running down her throat as he finally pulled out. The poor girl was choking on her own saliva when Jungkook clutched her hair and spat in her mouth.

Jungkook wanted to go for another round, but someone hit his head, knocking him out. Jungkook fell to the floor, revealing a conscious Taehyung. He immediately picked her off the floor and hugged her tightly. She started sobbing on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. We have to leave.” He quietly spoke. Taehyung quickly cleaned her up and gave her some warm clothes to wear. He carried her out of the apartment and into his car. He quickly dialed someone’s number and stepped on the gas.

“Hello?”

“Jimin! Take your fucking brother back to hell. He’s lost his fucking mind. He knocked me unconscious and raped my girlfriend.”

“Holy shit! Where is he?”

Taehyung quickly informs Jimin of Jungkook’s location.

“I’ll pick him up. Just find a safe place, Tae.”

“Yeah, I will.”

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After receiving the call from Taehyung, Jimin rushed to Jungkook. He was still on the floor, passed out. “How hard did you hit him, Taehyung?” Jimin muttered before bringing Jungkook back to hell and chaining him up.

Jungkook woke up with his head pounding. He groaned and looked at his surroundings. “What the hell?” He spoke in a raspy voice. “Wake up, brother. Taehyung informed me you were up to no good.” Right, that bastard Taehyung, he thought. Memories of last night came rushing to his head and he couldn't help but smile. “Where’s Y/N?” Jungkook asked, replaying last night in his head. “Y/N? As in Taehyung’s girlfriend?”

“Don’t call her Taehyung’s girlfriend. Soon, she’ll find her way back to me.”

“Brother, I knew you were absurd, but fucking Taehyung’s girlfriend? Really?”

“You’ve never seen her before, so you won’t understand. But as soon as you get close to her, I ensure you, you won’t be capable of controlling yourself.”

“I’ll see for myself.” Jimin said before getting up and closing the heavy metal door, leaving Jungkook alone.

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1 month later

After the incident with Jungkook, Y/N and Taehyung got into a serious relationship. Every single day, Taehyung worked on becoming stronger to protect his beloved. He felt remorseful for placing her in this kind of situation, so the least he could do is protect her. Y/N was deeply in love with Taehyung. At first, she kept telling herself she only wants him around so he can keep her safe, however she couldn’t help herself. She let go of what he did in the past and focused on the present.

“Taehyung! I’m home!” Taehyung pops his head from the kitchen and she swiftly runs into his embrace. “I missed you.” She pouted her lips and kissed him. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I missed you more.” She giggles at his response and pecks him all over his face. Taehyung picked her up and sat on the couch with her on his lap. A sweet make out turned into a heated one quickly. She tugged on his shirt then removed it for him and he did the same for her. “How about we try something different?” Taehyung placed her on one of his thighs and placed both of his hands on her ass. “Ride my thigh, angel.” She started moving slowly, unsure of how it might feel. Once her clit started getting some stimulation, she kept going faster and faster, falling apart in Taehyung’s arms. She clenched and came around nothing while Taehyung attacked her tits with his mouth. He left a trail of hickeys all over her upper chest. Taehyung came in his pants just from watching her and feeling her juices leak onto his thigh.

They both eagerly kissed each other until Y/N pulled away. “Can we go out for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking today.” She panted, playing with Taehyung’s hair. “Of course we can.”

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The long-awaited day had finally come. The crowd was larger than it ever had been. Everyone came down to watch the ritual and pay their respects to the new king. Torches were pointed downward, symbolizing death. In the middle of the stadium, there was a massive platform. On the platform, there was a throne, a crown, a pentagram and a tied up angel for the sacrifice. Jimin and his father stood side by side, wearing black suits. The crowd went silent when everyone detected a compelling, cold presence. Jungkook revealed himself from the shadows in his true form. He was shirtless with only a thin fabric wrapped around his waist. He walked to the platform and laid down on the pentagram. Everyone knew, this was the beginning of a new chapter.

Moments later Jungkook was screaming in pain. His body became a portal for all the previous kings. They were passing their abilities down to him, resulting in Jungkook's chest and back being burned. Everyone in the audience stood up and started chanting. Jungkook sat upright and headed towards the angel who was pleading for mercy. He manipulated his sharp nail and slit their throat, killing them in a matter of seconds. He attached his mouth onto their neck as the chanting got louder. The warm, thick liquid gliding down his throat was incredibly addictive. Jungkook could feel his power triple in seconds. He tossed the deceased angel away like a rag doll then faced his people. He stretched his wings and grew out his horns.

“I am honoured to be your new king. Thank you to everyone who came to watch the ritual. Please know I’ve acknowledged your presence and respect. I greatly appreciate it.”

Everyone applauded for Jungkook. Surviving the ritual requires an enormous amount of strength. Jungkook has proved to everyone that he is worthy of being king.

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“Are you ready? I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.” Taehyung said, sitting down on the couch. He was dressed up in his black suit and tie, looking flawless like always. 5 minutes had passed, and he still hadn’t heard a word from her. “Angel? What’s taking so long? Do you need help with your dress?” Taehyung walked back to their shared bedroom only to see Jungkook holding her down with his sharp nail on her neck. “I’m giving you two options, Taehyung. Let me have her, and I won’t hurt her or, she dies, I take her back to hell and torture her for eternity. What will it be, Taehyung?” All Taehyung saw was red. Without realizing, he changed into his demon form and attacked Jungkook. He managed to get him off of her, but strength and power wise, Taehyung was no match. Jungkook punched him over and over, until his nose and jaw was broken.

“Fuck you, Jungkook. I let you have everything! I gave it all up for you because I wanted to be a good friend! One good thing happens in my life and you fucking take it away!” Taehyung yelled, managing to punch him one last time. Y/N sprinted off the bed and rushed to Taehyung’s side. She didn’t care that Jungkook was there, all she cared about was Taehyung. “Taehyung! You’re bleeding! What should I do?! Should I call the ambulance?!” Taehyung looked into her eyes and his heart softened. Tears were streaming down her face. She was actually worried about him. Even after he revealed his true form, she stayed by his side. Does that mean she loves him? Taehyung slightly smiled. “I’ll be alright, love. I’ll heal by tomorrow.”

“No, you won’t.” Jungkook interjected as he got up and kicked Taehyung’s head. “STOP!” She screamed, protecting Taehyung with her body. She wrapped her arms around his head so Jungkook couldn't kick him. “C- can’t you see he’s hurt?! Leave him alone!” She bawled. “I’m not going to leave him alone until he makes a decision. So Taehyung, what will it be?” Taehyung wrapped his arms around her waist, refusing to let her go. “There are billions of other people in the world. Why do you want MY girlfriend?!”

“Don’t question me, Taehyung. Now give me her, or I’ll have to forcefully take her.”

Y/N started sobbing on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Please don’t take him away from me. I love him. Please don’t.” She begged, her tears staining Taehyung’s shirt. Jungkook was slowly starting to lose his temper. He massaged his temples then grabbed her arm, prying her off and away from Taehyung. “If you don’t come back with me to hell, I’ll kill Taehyung right here right now. Or better yet, I’ll make you help me kill him.”

Y/N began to shake. “Please don’t hurt him. I’ll go back with you.”

“No! Y/N he’s going to hurt you! Jungkook you can kill me but leave her alone after I die. You break the promise and will die too.”

“No, Taehyung! I can’t let you die! You can’t leave me alone!” Jungkook pushed the girl back and kicked Taehyung in the stomach. “If you want her so badly, you’re going to have to fight me.” With that, Jungkook turned around, picked her up and disappeared. “NO! Shit! Shit!” Taehyung cursed at himself.

Once again, he failed to protect his love.

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Uhhh, hi🤠

This is terrible and I’m sorry if it doesn’t live up to your expectations. I completely understand because many people have been waiting for this fic to release and it’s not even good. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed what part 1 has to offer. At first, I didn’t want to make this into a series because I’m very inconsistent. However, I had a sickening plot in mind that I really wanted to do, so the next best option was to make this into a series.

I know, not a lot of Jimin was in this, but the next couple of parts will have him.

xoxo,

naina❣️

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