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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 21- Piercings

Angel Reyes x fem!reader

Word count- 1.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), exes to lovers, nipple play, cumming from nipple stimulation, multiple orgasms, fluff, reader has pierced nipples, no use of y/n

Notes- Angel is so much fun to write for! And even if the ending of Mayans was disappointing I still really miss him! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is myupdate blog so please follow that too and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on my new fics!

It had been so long that you almost forgot what it felt like. The wind in your face, the roar of the motorcycle, the strong torso of Angel Reyes anchoring you as you wrapped your arms around him. There was a time when Angel took you for a ride every weekend, and you went to that special place and ravaged each other for hours before you laid under the stars. But, life got in the way, and you two were separated for some time.

But, now you were back together. And while things were different, some things stayed the same. And you smirked to yourself as you thought about some of the surprises you had in store for him.

“We’re here, baby,” Angel slowed the bike to a stop at the bridge.

You exhaled contently, “Just like old times,” you took his hand and let him lead you over to your spot.

Angel stopped and turned around, looking you up and down as if it were his first time seeing you, “Baby,” he cupped your face, “You look even hotter than last time I saw you.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you leaned into his touch, “So do you, Angel.”

Wasting no time, Angel pulled you in close and pressed his lips against yours. You moaned into you as you parted your lips and invited him in, tasting him for the first time in a long time. He gripped into your hips to yank you against him, as if he couldn’t get your close enough. The smell of his kutte mixed with his cologne was intoxicating, and it sent a pulse right to your core.

“Angel,” you murmured as he kissed his way down your neck, “I missed you.”

He only groaned as he bucked his hips against you, letting you feel how hard he was already. It was all the answer you needed. Angel bit down on the sensitive spot on your neck, licking a sucking before he kissed his way back up and took your lips once more.

Carefully, the two of you back up against the steel railing without breaking away. Angel glanced over a few times to make sure you wouldn’t step in the wrong place, and you trusted him enough to not need to look for yourself. You gasped when your back hit the cold rail, but Angel only deepened the kiss more as your mouth dropped open.

He groaned as he helped you up onto the rail, finding that perfect spot that had a long pole for you to lean against. It was an old bridge, but it was sturdy, and the spot Angel liked to place you had a wider base so you could be comfortable while he stood between your parted legs.

“Shit baby,” he murmured as his hands dipped under your shirt.

You let go of his temporarily so he could lift your shirt up over your head before you clawed at his own shirt, a silent plea for him to take it off. Angel broke away to shrug it off, and you couldn't help the gasp you let out at seeing his bare chest again. You know you were gawking at him as your eyes trailed across all his tattoos and his defined pecs, but at the same time, you couldn’t care less.

“Like what you see, querida?” Angel asked with a cocky smirk.

“Fuck yeah,” you breathed, too in awe to think of a more witty comeback.

You extended your arms for him and he gladly obliged. The two of you crashed your lips together, this time in a more heated and desperate kiss. Hand roamed all over the other, feeling and caressing every dip and curve in the other’s figure. Angel groaned as he reached the back of your bra and tried to unclasp it, but he got quickly frustrated and growled into you.

“Let me,” you giggled softly as you reached back and pinched your bra with one hand and let it fall into your lap.

This time, it was Angel’s turn to gawk. “Are those…” he cleared his throat as his eyes landed right on your breasts, “Are those new?” His cock involuntarily twitched in his pants.

“Like what you see?” you asked with a teasing grin as you shimmied your shoulders, letting your breasts swing as you did so.

What Angel hadn’t seen before was the new-ish piercings you had: both nipples. The metal from the jewelry twinkled in the setting sun, and Angel couldn’t rip his eyes away from them. He had always loved and worshiped your breasts, but this only made you even hotter.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Angel groaned as he grabbed onto your waist and dove into your breasts.

You buried your hands in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, licking and flicking at the jewelry. Your mouth dropped open to let the moans flow freely as he played with your piercing with his tongue. The sensations were more intensified due to the piercing, and it sent jolt and jolt of pleasure right to your pussy.

“Fuck! Angel!” you cried out as your mind swam in pleasure.

No one made you feel the way Angel did, and having the nipple piercings only added to it. You felt as if you could cum just from his tongue on your breast alone. But, just as you felt a tingle up your spine, he pulled away and looked at you with a glazed over expression.

“Shit baby you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed before he dipped back down and attacked your other breast.

One hand stayed in his hair while the other moved to his shoulder, gripping him hard and digging your nails into his skin. Angel didn’t care though, and it actually spurred him on more. He growled into your breast as he took as much of you into his mouth as he could, flicking and sucking at your nipple while he did so. His one hand kneaded your other breast, gently pinching your nipple piercing, while the other kept a firm grip on your hip to keep you in place.

Your cries echoed through the woods, but you didn’t care. Someone could walk in on you right now and you would tell Angel to keep going. His tongue felt so good on your breasts and his large hands kept you grounded and safe. You dropped your head back as your skin warmed while his tongue ran over your piercing over and over again.

That familiar feeling started to build from deep within you. You rocked your hips against Angel as much as you could, desperate for some friction against your pussy. He got the message right away, and while his lip still stayed on your breast, Angel bucked his clothed cock against your cunt, letting out a groan as he did so.

“Fuck… Angel…” you moaned, “I think I’m gonna cum…”

Angel stopped and broke away, a trail of spit connecting your bodies. He stared at you for a moment in awe, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. “Do it, baby,” his tone was low and dripped with lust, “Fucking cum just from be sucking your fucking gorgeous tits.”

With that, he dove back in, with time with more determination to make you cum. He rocked his hips against yours as he licked and sucked at your nipple, the jewelry rolling in between his lips. His hand squeezed your other breast, and he pinched your nipple a few times, savoring the screams you let out.

“Oh fuck… Angel… Fuck!” your legs trembled on either side of his body as you felt your climax quickly build. Your body felt hot as the sensations become almost overwhelming but in the best way possible. And with just a few more swipes of his tongue and thrusts of his hips, you came hard, “Angel!” you screamed his name as tears fell from your eyes.

Angel held onto you while he worked you through your orgasm. His cock screamed in agony, desperate for his own release, but he was too consumed with you to care. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to lick and kiss and suck everywhere you’d let him. He would make you cum a hundred times before he even thought about himself.

When you let out a whimper and tugged at his hair, Angel finally released your breast. He pulled back and the two of you just stared at each other for several mong moments. Neither of you said anything, you just breathed heavily.

Your gaze dropped down to Angel’s cock for a moment before you looked back up at him. Without a word, you reached for his zipper as you licked your lips involuntarily.

“Wait, baby,” he grabbed your wrist. When you gave him a questioning look, he murmured your name, “We have all night baby,” he purred as he cupped your face, “First, I want fuckin’ do that again.”

The moan you let out was the most sinful sound you had ever made in your life. And Angel spent the entire night raviging and worshiping your body until the sun rose. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off your nipple piercings, and it wasn’t until you came several times that he finally let you ride him until he came hard deep inside you.

Collapsing down onto the ground in exhaustion, the two of you panted hard. Sweat lined both your bodies, despite losing the warmth from the sun. Angel pulled you in close, wrapping his hard around you and holding you tight.

“That was a nice surprise, baby,” he murmured, “So fucking hot.”

You laughed softly, “You weren’t so bad yourself, Angel.” you teased, hiding how much you truly cared for him.

His hands roamed lazily across your body until they reached your breasts once more. He cupped them, rolling your piercing in his fingers, pulling a soft whimper from you.

“I can’t get enough of these, baby.”

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halfmoth-halfman · 1 year

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y'all know what time it is! it's monthly fic rec time!!!

i decided to move this to the first so i wouldn't miss any fics that might be posted on the last day of each month!!

& a small, kinda sad update:

usually this is where i'd link to my fic-recs blog, but i hit the character limit on my filter page where i have my recs organized and when i made a new page it saved over the first one.

all of my filters and recs on that page are now gone and have to be manually re-done. you can still find my recs by scrolling through the blog, but the filter page is going to be under construction until i can get everything fixed and re-added!!

Alex Keller

❀ click click boom - @writeforfandoms

i don't see a lot of alex fics, so this was already a fav as soon as i saw it, but then i read it and ???? hello???? this was so good??? the characterization of alex alone was amazing, and the rest was like the cherry on top!!

❀ convallaria majalis - @nightingale-ghost-writer

19.2k words of absolute perfection. a fic i have been looking forward to and now that it's out, i just can't get enough of it! did i have to take breaks while reading so i could twirl my hair and kick my feet? yes. was it worth every second? yes.

Arthur Morgan

❀ the fire in your eyes || part VII: horseshoe overlook iii | part VIII: horseshoe overlook iv | part IX: horseshoe overlook v - @cowboydisaster

if there's one character i love more than anything in the world, it's arthur morgan and this series has only made my love for him that much stronger. so beautifully written, i couldn't stop reading-the whole time with a smile on my face. the entire bar scene in part vii??? i was crying with laughter. this is def one of my fav series i've ever read and i am on the edge of my seat waiting for more!

Carlos Oliveira

❀ the way we let it stay - @uselsshuman

this is a fair warning right now that most of the resident evil fics on this list are going to be from em. she has single-handedly ignited my hyperfixation for RE and all of her fics are incredible. including this one!

❀ old wounds new loves - @uselsshuman

i love little cute domestic fics, and carlos is so real for not liking cereal. “Waking up and eating a bowl of cold soggy food? No, thank you.” i feel that on such a spiritual level. also protective!carlos is just the best!!

Javier Peña

❀ arepas - @mvtthewmurdvck

i know i already went feral over this fic, but i'm going to do it again because i love this fic so goddamn much!! this fic is incredible, the way everything feels so natural between javi and reader, the teasing, the friends to lovers trope, everything about this is just so beautiful!!

❀ a broken sight - @mvtthewmurdvck

i don't understand how you can write a character so perfectly. i will never not be amazed by the way you write javi. and the angst??? ugh "He’s here. Like you needed him to be." don't mind the noise that's just me sobbing in the corner.

❀ the dreams we made - @mvtthewmurdvck

there's nothing like a good ol' helping of jo angst. this hurt in all the right ways, completely ripped my heart out and shattered it only to put all the pieces back together again and fill the cracks in with gold.

❀ nowhere to run || file room + accusations | sunshine yellow | a new day - @mvtthewmurdvck

the series that got me into narcos, i actually started watching the show just so i could read the perfection that is this series!! am i potentially spoiling things for myself a little bit? yes, but it's absolutely worth it because this series has me by the throat.

Joel Miller

❀ want. - @mvtthewmurdvck

literal poetry best described by this gif:

John "Soap" MacTavish

❀ none lacking sins - @halcyone-of-the-sea

listen, i like soap. he's not my fav, but he's a really good character. this fic though? it's moved soap up to my top five favorite characters. this made me want to read nothing but soap. i must've read this a dozen times, i was immediately sent into a soap hyperfixation. every aspect of this fic is just amazing. stunning. perfect.

❀ the hanging tree - @writeforfandoms

had me on the edge of my damn seat trying to figure out what was going. the worry and the tension built up so wonderfully i was dying to know what was about to happen and omg i was not disappointed. and the way jen writes soap is just *chef's kiss*

❀ i will wait - @mvtthewmurdvck

this fic had me realize how much i crave soft!soap and just fluff with soap in general. the tender moments warm my heart up something fierce and make me all giddy. like waking up to the perfect sunrise.

John Price

❀ puppy love || one | two | three | four - @writeforfandoms

puppies and price? what more could someone ask for? these two are so cute together and with the added cuteness of the puppies (and gaz lol) it's just an overload of cuteness in the best possible way!

❀ scratches in the surface - @halcyone-of-the-sea

was not expecting a part two to one of my favorite price fics, but damn if this wasn't a fantastic surprise. the angst is top-tier here and as much as it hurt, i couldn't stop reading and will probably read it again a million more times.

❀ neon medusa || part 1: static in the airways | part 2: warning signs - @yeyinde

CYBERPUNK!AU????? WITH PRICE????? WRITTEN BY YEYINDE???? SIGN ME TF UP!!! i am feral, consumed by how excited i am for this series and how utterly fantastic it's been so far. i will never get tired of lev's fics, and how gorgeous her writing is.

❀ untitled - @lunarvicar

okay this was adorable. the way price drops everything to get to her apartment, immediately ready to protect her is just sooo perfect. and her being freaked out by ghost adventures?? asdasljlsjd relatable.

❀ untitled - @yeyinde

i live for domestic bliss, and this fic just scratched that itch so well. there's something so comforting and homey about this fic, just the quiet intimacy between price and reader, the cute back and forth, this line: “Gaz said I looked like an Edwardian lord—” an absolute comfort fic if i've ever read one.

❀ comforts of home - @halcyone-of-the-sea

this fic had me weak, literally struggling to read cause i was too busy looking like this at my phone

❀ barking dog - @yeyinde

jealous!price is not something i see often, but damn if i don't want to see more of it after reading this. i am obsessed with the way lev writes price, how real and natural and captivating he is in her fics.

❀ wicked pyre - @yeyinde

you can't just give me dragon!price and expect me not to love it. i am so feral for monster!au's and this is saldkjaslda i can't be normal after reading this, i am feral, so enraptured by this fic and the entire concept of dragon!price.

❀ origami boats - @halcyone-of-the-sea

a sequel to the best price fic of all time???? say less. this fic was in my top three before i even started reading, i just knew it was going to be good. well, it wasn't just good, it was great. stunning. heart-breaking in a way that gives you the best kind of hurt.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

❀ high hopes - @writeforfandoms

gaz my sweet mans. as one of my favorite characters, i tend to be picky with my gaz fics, but this fic right here? loved it. adored it. read it six times with a bigger smile on my face each time.

❀ cult of vagabonds || prologue | landless gull | snail & thrush - @halcyone-of-the-sea

not only is this a gaz series, but it's one written by halcyone who can never write a bad fic. this is immaculate. i can't even describe how much i love this series so far and how much i can't wait to see where it goes!

❀ boom - @sleepiexx

ok but like this was so good?? the tension, the desperation, the way gaz was so ready to die with her. i'm shook. and that ending???? i’m giggling, i’m blushing, i’m re-reading this fic a million more times.

Leon Kennedy

❀ leon kennedy masterlist - @uselsshuman

i'm gonna be real here for a second, this entire section was 99% made up of em's leon fics. i couldn't choose which ones to add, which ones were my favorite, because i loved them all. so i'm just putting a link to her leon masterlist, because every single one of those fics deserves to be seen and read and given all of the love that they deserve.

❀ enough || one | two | three | final - @uhlunaro

i have one word for this series: wow. just wow. i have never been more thankful to find a series after it was already done because i would've gone crazy waiting to see what happened next! which part was my favorite? all of them. every single one. the hurt, the dialogue, just the way leon is written. i'm speechless.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

❀ exit row || exit row, part iii | exit row, part iv- @lunarvicar

the phrase "post-dick flashback" will live rent free in my head until the day i die, i was wheezing. i'm convinced there isn't a character nat can't make me love, because her portrayal of ghost here?? 🔥🔥🔥

❀ happiness || diamond ring | fearless | - @lethalchiralium

more of my favorite family man!simon series!!!!!! yesssss!!!!! i swear with every new addition, i just love this series more and more. i am so stressed reading it, but i love every second of it.

❀ the effect you have - @mvtthewmurdvck

screaming, crying, throwing up. how do you do it, jo? how do manage to make me hurt and heal my heart so beautifully in every single fic? how dare you, but also thank you so much.

❀ the captain || part 6 | part 7 | thunder - @as-is-above-so-below

omg i can't. y'all can't just keep giving a+ quality family man!ghost fics and expect me to be normal. you can't just give me cute shit like:

“Gaz frug.”

and not expect me to be like:

also, i am absolutely in love with freyja. the way her relationship is written with ghost and the kids is so lovely and has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair.

❀ ghost at the beginning of your relationship - @angelltheninth

cute. adorable. sweet. i love me some good fluff and even more so soft!ghost and this was the perfect combination of both of them! and simon having "guard dog energy" is so funny and so correct.

❀ ménage || refuge | resolution - @lilywastaken

my new go-to for simon fics. the relationship between simon and reader and between simon and the 141 are both so great. and oh my god that wild ride of emotions i went during part five had me stressed tf out i couldn't stop reading! such a great and fun series.

❀ making progress - @constantcrisis19

"dragged into the CoD fandom kicking and screaming" and still delivering an absolutely amazing fic. the teasing, the small talk, the faint smile?? incredible. the entire conversation about powerful music?? fantastic.

#moth fic recs #fave fics #monthly fic recs

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eternal-nyx · 7 months

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I started HRT!

Whew been a minute since I updated hunh? Well, it's been busy! I got approved to start testosterone HRT on September 25th, 2023.

I was surprised. I live in a bible belt, conservative, state and town. The trans health care here is.....the best word I have is mental whiplash. I started with a PCP at Medical Group A. He said he wasn't qualified for tran's or gender care and that no one in practice A was. He then said that there are rotating residents who DO the gender care and he put me on a wait list with them. I finally got to the appointment after a couple months and it was so easy. They used my chosen name and pronouns. They were respectful. Almost too respectful They tap danced around terminology to try to avoid offending me. It was......strange? Surreal? Twilight Zone? The Matrix? Either way. It felt very formal and professional and I do very much like the resident. It was just a very surreal experience.

But she was satisfied with our appointment and sent out the prescription the same day. She even tried to work with me when I voiced a desire to avoid injections if possible, but that I would take them if no other option existed. She tried hard to make the gel work, but in the end we went with the injections.

Then the next stage of trouble began. My normal pharmacy was out of the medication. It's a controlled substance in my state. So I called walmart pharmacy, but they were out of stock too. So was CVS, but at least they offered to order it if I filed it with them. I called a few other local pharmacies and FINALLY found one with the medication in stock. But everyone was closing so I had to wait until the next day to do the transfer.

I wake up the next morning and call to make the transfer, but because its a controlled substance, and I hadn't filled it before, they couldn't transfer it. My doctor would have to send it to the new pharmacy. So I made those phone calls and got that all set up. The next day it's FINALLY ready for pick up but my insurance won't cover it at this pharmacy. They run it on a discount card and get the price down to approx. $40 USD.

As a low income family we panicked briefly about how to afford the medication. We ended up having to charge it to our credit card. But we got it!

And on 9/27/2023 at noon I did my first self injection of Testosterone!

Day 1: No noticeable changes.

Day 2 9/28/2023 @8pm When I find alone time and find myself aroused, I have a daily habit to get into me and my fiance's shared toy box and do my thing. Well I did my normal thing today, and I noticed I could FEEL things with my fingers. So I did a LIL inspection and it was bigger. Not by a lot but I KNOW my anatomy, and my AFAB parts are heavily hooded and usually don't extend past the hood even when aroused. Today was different, and that is ALL I will say to anyone about my genitals. Then when all was done it was less plump, but still slightly larger than I am used to. I HAD MY FIRST ERECTION! And not only that, but I have growth!!!!!! On day fucking 2!!!! I'm gonna cry.

Also….It's itchy. And I seem to be unable to stop being aroused. Whoops.

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I hope to do weekly check in's on my social media like tiktok and all of my blogs. The journey continues. Stay queer my friends.

Nyx [They/He/She]

#queer community #neurodivergent #queer #queer pride #transitioning #trans #transition #transgender #ftm hrt #hrt #testosterone

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 8 months

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Reflections

Chapter One

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: partner abuse, language, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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Leonardo da Vinci once wrote, "I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection."

Mia took those words to heart when life crashed and burned around her. At thirty-one, she found herself dumped by her fiancé of five years, homeless, and out of work, recovering from the pandemic and all that went along with that bullshit.

Canada wasn't hit as hard as other places worldwide, but it was hard enough that the economy struggled to recover even a few years later.

As an artist with a unique style, Mia also struggled. She had a decent following, and people liked her creations, but when the pandemic hit, she stagnated in a market that no longer had disposable income to spend. She put her hastily acquired medical transcription certificate to use to make ends meet and began working from home in her shared apartment. The work-from-home opportunity allowed her to continue to create art while bringing in a steady paycheck.

But Colt didn't like it. His law firm also turned to the work-from-home model, sticking them together in the same space without any breathing room for days on end.

Mia hadn't thought much of it at first. They loved each other, had lived together for two years at that point, and were blissfully happy as far as she knew. Time together was precious when Colt could spend upward of seventy-plus hours a week at the office. Having him home every night, having dinners together, and time to binge a little television sounded like heaven.

Until it wasn't.

Within months, he grew waspish, snapping at her for working on the kitchen table, taking up too much space, and playing her music too loud. When he began to berate her for her art supplies and how she couldn't just hog an entire room with them, Mia thought the stress of the pandemic had gotten to him.

Six months in, and she couldn't do anything right.

He'd always been a little critical, commenting on her clothes, hair, or makeup, but whenever she called him on it, he would say he was trying to help her better herself. She needed to act a certain way and dress a certain way. She needed to look like she belonged if she wanted to accompany him to company outings or galas.

A backward view granted her twenty-twenty vision at the giant walking red flag that was Colt, but Mia was too blind to see it at the time. And with Covid riding the world like a jockey whipping the last-place finisher on race day, Mia was stuck.

Plus, it was only stress. Or so she convinced herself.

When Colt's return to work order came, she was relieved. Maybe now she would get her Colt back, the sweet guy who brought her flowers and called her at lunch every day to hear her voice.

She didn't.

Colt only grew worse. Instead of just criticizing her, he yelled, screamed, and punched walls.

In hindsight, she should have left right then, but Mia kept chalking his actions up to stress. People changed with the pandemic. Life got harder. Money got tighter. Maybe she could do more, be better, try harder.

It wasn't until he grew indifferent that she realized she'd lost him. Finding the messages on his iPad that proved his cheating only confirmed what she already knew.

But Mia had nowhere to go. She didn't make enough money to get a place by herself when rent in her area was at an all-time high. She tried to take on more work, but so many people had the same idea as her when the pandemic struck that the transcription industry was flooded with workers. She even applied for jobs around town, but none paid enough. They wanted her to work for pennies for less than full-time hours, so they didn't have to pay benefits.

She was barely scraping by on helping with the rent. It was a crapshoot, and she knew it. So she bit her tongue; she stayed in her loveless relationship even as Colt's indifference grew into resentment, anger, and, finally, violence.

The first and only time he hit her, they were in the middle of an argument where she finally told him she knew about his cheating. He went quiet, scarily so. His face drained of colour before it rushed back in, painting his skin crimson as he lunged and slammed her into the wall, screaming at her for dragging out their relationship when he could have been with his new flame all this time.

The fist to the temple put her on the ground, knocked her teeth together, and set her ears ringing. But Mia was tougher than she looked and Colt was too stunned by what he'd done to stop her when she staggered to her feet, grabbed a side table lamp, and threatened to use it on him if he didn't leave. She screamed at him to get out and not come back, to go be with his new girlfriend if he wanted her so badly.

There was some minor back and forth, but every time his eyes darted to the blood and darkening bruise on her face, guilt flashed over his. Eventually, he left, but not before telling her she had forty-eight hours to get her shit out of his house.

Yeah, his, because he asked her to give up her lease and move into his place years earlier.

She slammed the door in his face, threw the lock and added the security chain for good measure. Then, on a wave of regret, grief and humiliation, and feeling stupid and utterly hopeless, Mia sat on the floor and cried until she sobbed, heaved, and almost threw up.

At that point, she wondered if she had a concussion, but there was no way she was leaving the apartment to find out, unsure if he would come back and toss all her stuff over their balcony in a fit of supreme assholery.

Colt could no longer be trusted.

Instead, she cleaned herself up, got an ice pack, and sat down to figure out what she would do in the next two days with what amounted to no job, no friends, and no family to help her.

Colt was once her best friend and family, the only one she really needed, and Mia found making friends difficult. She was neurodivergent, which was great for creating art but made maintaining lasting friendships difficult when it was easy to forget they existed for two or three weeks. People eventually got tired of reaching out when she never reached back. It wasn't that she didn't want friendships, but sometimes the worlds in her mind demanded all her time, energy, and focus to the extent that nothing else existed. Everything else could fade away, even Colt.

The only thing that remained was Him.

Mia glanced at the altar near the window. It wasn't much and Colt always teased her about her weird religious practices, but Mia ignored him. She was a Norse Pagan with strong leanings toward Lokean practice. Yeah, she worshiped the God of Mischief, but not the one in some comic book or movie. Her God was real. She knew it, felt it, and relished his attention when it came. The how and the why of it all were a long story, but she'd followed the path most of her life.

Even now, his voice whispered Colt wouldn't go unpunished, but Mia only sighed. "I think we've punished each other long enough."

She'd used him for a place to live, trapping them in a loveless relationship. Did that excuse him for hitting her? Fuck no! And if Loki wanted to exact retribution for that, she wouldn't stop him. But she needed to figure out what to do about right now.

The pile of discarded mail tumbled off the kitchen island, and a brown legal envelope skittered across the floor to run point first into her bare toe. The sharp little jab made her grunt.

"That's uncalled for, you know," she muttered, even as she picked up the envelope.

Mia hadn't bothered to look at it when she got it from the mailbox, assuming it was something for Colt, but finding her name and that of a law firm she'd never heard of on the return address label caused her to frown as she tore it open.

The first thing to fall out was a set of keys that looked like they were from a Jane Austin novel. Second was an old black and white photo, gone sepia with age. Third was a package of papers with a crisp white envelope paperclipped to the front.

The photo was of an old house, not quite a manor but bigger than a cottage, with a man and woman and three small boys standing out front.

She set the photo and the keys aside, glanced at what looked like a lot of legal jargon, and plucked the letter from inside the envelope. The words swam together a little, causing concern about concussion again, but the more she read, the farther her jaw dropped.

"How the hell do I own an estate in Scotland!?" And not just a house, but land, properties, and money—an obscene amount of it.

Loki's wicked laughter echoed in her head like an eerie breath of wind.

Telling the Mischief God to piss off, Mia made a phone call.

In a whirlwind of information, delivered by what turned out to be a very nice - though thickly accented - older man who she had clearly woken up, Mia discovered a heritage lost to her when her parents died in a fire when she was eleven.

She would never know whether it was the headache throbbing behind her eyes, the pulse of blood in her bruised temple, or just the shitty day piling up. Still, she sat on the floor and cried for the second time, causing the poor man to exclaim in alarm, demand to know if she was alright, and absolutely lose it when Mia lost her mind and told him everything.

Fergus MacDougal - because, of course, that was his name - informed her that he would take care of everything. He asked if she were safe to remain in the apartment overnight, to which she nodded before realizing he couldn't see her and replied yes. Colt was unlikely to be back before she was due to be out. Neither wanted to see each other again. They'd already said things they couldn't take back.

Fergus appeared to breathe a sigh of relief before telling her she was to pack her belongings, anything she wanted to bring with her immediately in one pile and everything she wanted to be shipped later in another, and be ready when the car called in the morning.

Stupidly, Mia asked, "What car?"

"The one to take you to the airport, lass. We'll have you across to us in a blink. You do have a passport, yes?"

Stunned, Mia again nodded before giving an affirmative grunt.

His laughter was like warm honey, thick and rich, rumbling in her ear before telling her to text him if she needed anything and hung up.

She sat staring at the phone for long moments before a gentle push from a kind hand knocked her from her stupor as Loki whispered, Pack your things, girl.

Mia looked up, almost expecting to see him crouched on the sofa like a raven, beaming at her, his red hair braided back from his face and threaded with feathers, but there was nothing.

She rose on shaky legs, dumped the thawed ice pack back in the fridge, dug three Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet and brewed a pot of coffee. She had work to do.

When the car called in the morning, all her art supplies, paintings, and works in progress were packed and waiting. She found all the boxes she needed in the building's recycling, ran out of the apartment long enough to buy tape and grab something to eat, and spent the rest of the night packing up her life.

When morning dawned, she looked at her small piles of boxes and fought the burn of tears for what felt like the hundredth time in only hours.

Going through her things, clothes, jewelry, even the DVDs, she realized how little of it she wanted to keep. She had no mementos, nothing from her past, and hardly any photos. Everything in the apartment was Colt's or something he bought her. They were all things Colt wanted her to wear, how he wanted her to look, how he wanted her to act.

Mia left it all behind. She took what little she'd brought with her five years ago and left the rest in garbage bags to donate.

Lastly, she wrapped and packed Loki's altar. The crystals, feathers, bowls, toys, statues, and altar cloth went in a small wooden box she carefully covered in bubble wrap, placed in the box with her meagre collection of books, and taped shut.

In her backpack, her laptop, chargers, the envelope from the lawyer, wallet and passport were ready to go.

She spent the last two hours cancelling everything she could think of and informed the landlord she was leaving. She wasn't on any of the utility bills or the lease, but she did change all her passwords before submitting a request to remove her name from their joint bank account, though she didn't touch the money.

It was exhausting, and by the time the movers knocked, Mia was ready to drop.

She opened the door to find a man in his later years, sixty to sixty-five, with white hair and crinkles around his eyes. His smile fell from his lips as his gaze zeroed in on her temple, and Mia's hand flew to her face.

He stepped toward her and slowly grasped her wrist, drawing her hand from the black bruise and mildly swollen eye.

"Is this the first time?" he demanded gently.

Mia lifted her chin and stared him in the eyes. "And the last."

"Do you want to press charges?"

Air tickled her ear, and a growl that could be mistaken for thunder rattled the windows.

"It's being taken care of."

She didn't know what he saw in her face, but the arch of his brow and slight quirk of lips said he believed her.

Afterward, it was a whirlwind. She wasn't sure how many men there were, but they had everything - which wasn't much - carted up and off, though she insisted on taking the last box she packed and her backpack herself.

Sebastian, the white-haired man in the cashmere coat, Armani suit, and red-soled shoes she didn't even want to guess the price of, insisted on carrying the box for her. As it wasn't heavy, Mia relented. He was a spry, fit man who filled out his coat with broad shoulders but had a grandfatherly quality that set her at ease.

While the movers took her things, he explained Fergus called him, asking him to see Mia safely onto the plane. As they were partners in a global firm of lawyers, he was happy to help, but when he saw how little she had, he instructed the movers to put everything onto the truck for the plane. They may as well send it all with her now.

Mia listened, but everything was a wall of sound and movement; nothing made sense, and if she didn't get horizontal soon, she would pass out and fall down.

Sebastian, seemingly aware of that fact, ushered her into the elevator, out the front, and into a limo, shocking her again when she was met with a wall of heavenly scent. Fresh coffee and sweet baking. He placed one of each in her hands, and she ate by remote as the car pulled from the curb.

Sebastian continued to talk, asking her questions about her art, having clocked the easel - likely to keep her awake - as they headed for the airport. When they arrived, Mia frowned because they didn't stop at International Departures but passed it to the private terminals.

"I don't understand," she murmured, too tired to hide her confusion.

"You didn't think Fergus would put you on a commercial flight, did you?" Sebastian chuckled, helping her out of the car when it stopped beside a private jet.

Mia stared at it, then looked at him in exasperation. "Who the hell are you people?"

Sebastian laughed. "The question, my girl, is who are you for Fergus MacDougal to call in numerous favours to get you out of that apartment and across the world in less than twenty-four hours'."

"I… I don't know," Mia whispered. The weight of what she was doing on an impulse suddenly hit her and caused her knees to shake.

Reflect, Loki whispered in her ear.

Her knees firmed, and she lifted her chin. "But Leonard da Vinci once wrote, 'I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection.'" She turned to Sebastian and held out her hand. "It's time for me to grow brave. I appreciate your help."

He grinned and shook his head. "You're an interesting woman, Miss MacAlasdair. I wish you good luck in your future endeavours."

She smiled and squeezed his hand. "I don't need luck. I have something better."

"Oh? What's that?"

Mia glanced at the plane when a flash of red caught her eye, only to find a black raven on the open door. "Mischief. And someone who can use it looking out for me."

Sebastian's smile quirked a little like she'd confused him, but he didn't ask, just ushered her to the foot of the stairs where the wide eyes of the flight attendant said Mia looked as bad as she felt.

But she would smile through her trouble, gather strength from her distress, face her reflection and grow brave. She wasn't sure about this, but no one said she had to go to Scotland forever.

She climbed up the stairs to stand in the open doorway where the raven remained and turned to take in the city skyline with the sun rising to cast an orange glow over the buildings. Mia had the sinking feeling it would be a long, long time before she returned to Canada.

The bird was gone when she looked up at the raven again, but that didn't surprise her. Loki came and went as they pleased. It was a long flight to Scotland, and the deity she worshipped wasn't happy with Colt. And if that growl at her former apartment was anything to go by, neither was Fenrir.

Retribution would be swift and cutting.

A pang of pity tried to swell in her gut, but Mia stomped it out. Colt made his bed when he hit her. Loki was going to make him lie in it.

She nodded a final time to Sebastian, walked onto the jet, and set her backpack and box on the couch before falling into a chair. When she fumbled to do up the seat belt, the flight attendant hurried to help her.

"We'll be taking off as soon as they load your things," she murmured. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, juice? Some ice?"

Mia sighed. "Does it look that bad?"

The woman winced. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to imply-"

"No, I'm sorry," Mia interrupted. "It's been a really long sixteen hours. If you have any, ice would be great, along with some Tylenol or Aspirin."

"Sure thing," she smiled. "I'll get that right away. Once we're at altitude, if you would like, you can move to the bedroom and sleep."

Mia's jaw dropped. "There's a bedroom!?"

The woman laughed. "Oh, honey. You haven't seen anything yet. I'm Ginny. Your pilots are John and Rhys, and we'll see you safely across the Atlantic. Once you're rested, I'll put together something more substantial than pastries and coffee for you, but let me get you some juice, painkillers, and ice. I'll be right back."

"Wait! How did you know what was in the limo?" Mia asked.

Ginny grinned. "Mister Vass always has coffee and pastries in the car for his morning drop-offs."

"So they do this a lot?"

"Rescue women and spirit them away to Scotland? No, I'm pretty sure this is a first," she chuckled and hurried off.

Mia frowned a little but couldn't dispute it. They did rescue her, though she hated being the damsel in distress, and vowed right then to find a way to repay Sebastian and Fergus for their kindness.

She glanced at the window and caught a glimpse of her reflection. Even in the glass, she could see the heavy bruising and sighed.

She reflected on her relationship. It had grown so toxic, so heartless. They'd been hurting each other emotionally for a long time. Neither was without blame, though she didn't excuse him hitting her. But she needed to close things on her terms. She didn't want to leave anything unsaid and wanted a clean break without contact.

The pain of the breakup had yet to come, but she knew it was simply a matter of time and distance.

Instead of thinking about it any longer, she dug her phone out of her backpack, noted it only had ten percent juice and sighed. She'd forgotten to charge it overnight. Still, it was enough battery to do what she needed and opened her text messages.

Colt,

I'm out. You can go home whenever you want. I've taken only my things - what I brought with me when I moved in, and my art supplies - all of the clothes, shoes, and accessories are in garbage bags for you to do with whatever you want. If you're going to get rid of them, at least donate them to Goodwill and don't throw them away. The landfills don't need that kind of burden.

I can't forgive how things ended. I could have lived with the screaming, cursing, and even berating because I did know you were seeing Mindy for almost a year, and I stayed because I had nowhere else to go. I used you for a roof over my head, which was selfish of me, but you hit me, which is unforgivable.

I don't want to hear from you after this. You were my best friend, my family, the only person I had left to turn to. The pandemic and subsequent fallout were brutal on everyone, but you changed. You turned into someone I don't recognize anymore. I hate who you've become.

I hate that we stopped talking about us, the wedding, our hopes and dreams. I don't know when you stopped loving me, I don't know when I stopped loving you, but somewhere along the line, we did stop. Maybe if Covid hadn't happened, we would be blissfully happy and settled down. Or maybe Mindy would still be in the picture, I can't say, but it doesn't matter now.

I'm done, Colt. You broke the last bits of my faith in you when you punched me in the face. Nothing you can say will make up for that. Nothing you can say will ever make me walk back into your life.

We were toxic to each other. Maybe apart, we can figure out how to be happy again.

Even now, I hope you find your happiness someday, but get help with your temper. You were never like that before.

For now, don't contact me. I don't want to hear from you, see you, or speak to you for a while. My world crashed and burned last night.

I need to start over.

I need to figure out how to do that.

I need to figure out a future without you in it.

Mia.

She hit send, saw it was delivered and received only seconds before her phone died. Mia sighed and shoved it back into her backpack.

She'd look into charging it later.

Next Chapter

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strawwritesfic · 2 months

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Thank you for your patience

Hey all.

I know I haven't posted anything in the way new of fics in months, and this won't change that. But I wanted to give you a very quick update and heartful thanks for sticking with me during this lull.

About two years ago, I graduated from my third round of post-graduate schooling, passed a difficult test, and was finally able to find myself a career. One year ago, I quit the work I was doing with a local freelancing firm and went entirely self-employed--which, as I'm sure you can imagine, required a lot of hustle, a lot of on-the-job learning, and a lot crying when I messed something up and was informed that the screw up entitled an entity in town to throw me in prison.

(They didn't, and they thought it was weird that I thought they would; apparently they have the power to but aren't going to enact over something as minor as my screw up.)

Needless to say, it's been difficult. There's been burnout. When I haven't been working, I needed to clean and exercise. So when I had the rare chance to do something with my free time, I rarely had the spoons to do anything more than watch some YouTube videos. I injured myself a couple years ago, and am dealing with chronic pain resulting from that injury to this day, and it tends to manifest itself when I sit at a desk for long periods of time. Last weekend, my mental health hit a pretty bad low--but a long-time friend said I could vent to her, and I did, and I am feeling much more optimistic.

I have been offered a full-time position doing what I do. The good news is that means a a salary! No more scrambling to get a paycheck when someone cancels on me! Actual medical insurance (if you couldn't tell, I'm based in the USA)! The bad news is that it's an hour long commute, at least until such a time as I can prove to a bank that I make consistent enough money that they'll give me a mortgage.

(Last October, I made about $200 total even though I was scheduled to work almost every day. That's the kind of thing I've been dealing with.)

I'm not really sure what the future is going to hold, but I'd like to get writing again. After my crash and burn on Saturday, I made myself sit down and squeeze out a couple of pages of a Spock one shot (I know it's not what's on my request list, but this Loki thing is being birthed through difficult labor, and I needed to be excited). God willing, I'll be able to get back into a little more. There are things I really want to share with you all, and things I'd love to actually get out for the people that were kind enough to ask them of me.

So from the bottom of my heart: Thank you. Thank you for following even when I haven't produced anything in a long time. Thank for showing enough passion for my work to request things. Thank you for the reblogs. Thank you for the replies asking for parts twos. Thank you for the recommendation shoutouts in posts on your blog. Although I rarely respond (because I don't want to be seen as bragging), I look at each and every one of them. When things are difficult, sometimes I'll pull out my little collection of especially kind comments, and they help me feel a little better.

Sincerely,

Straw

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***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

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Harsh Reality, Pt. 5

Welcome to the second part of the finale of "Harsh Reality." I've decided I'd be willing to make a taglist for those who want to be tagged when I upload updates to the story, so if you would, go to my masterlist and comment that you would like to be tagged and I will be happy to add you to the list. Anyway, let's get to the story!

CW: MC is afab and uses she/her pronouns. MC is poly. Mentions of injuries to reader.

Characters: Lucifer, Diavolo, MC='you', Satan, mentions of Solomon, Simeon

Themes: LuciferxMC, DiavoloxMC, angst, hurt, comfort

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It was the early hours of the morning, and most of the Devildom was still asleep when Lucifer made his way into your castle suite, where you and Diavolo were. He found Diavolo staring down at you, mindlessly brushing a thumb over your jaw, still cradling you.

Lucifer sat next to Diavolo, next to where your head was, and sighed. He scanned your frame, also noting how your presence was barely there, he couldn't feel you like normally did. His pact mark with you didn't burn internally in your presence like it always did. He could barely detect your pulse, breaths as light as feathers.

"I will still love her no matter what she chooses," Diavolo said, finally responding to one of Lucifer's earlier questions from the colosseum. "But I want to offer her the option, nonetheless. I had been considering this for a while, a long while. But there is always so much going on, there never seems to be a right time."

Lucifer pondered his words, but had another question for the prince, as well as himself:

"I can't help but wonder, about her humanity, her soul. Would we still be enamored with her?"

Diavolo tilted his head and finally tore his gaze away from your form to look at Lucifer. "As for her soul, imagine being in her shoes. We are soulless beings of carnal desires, embodiments of sin, and she takes the physical, mental, and emotional punishments of being around us, yet she loves us all the same. I find the idea of the demoness she could be to be rather intriguing, and I would love her all the same, if not more for such a sacrifice on her part."

It was an uncomfortable thought for Lucifer. He never wanted to be a demon, never intending to be where he currently was, but that wasn't the point. Would she be genuinely happy? Maybe so, if it was a choice. He did not have one, and he wondered if you would eventually regret such a decision. But it would be a mistake to think he wasn't also wanting to be selfish, because being a demon would guarantee your eternal life, and that was something he desired for you, but would never ask it because your humanity was worth cherishing as well. However, he knew your soul would ascend, and he would never hold you again after your death, lest you fell to the Devildom.

"Share your thoughts, Lucifer," Diavolo said, sensing the wheels turning in his friend's head.

"I can't deny that I also want her to choose immortality, but I wonder if she wouldn't regret her decision after a few hundred years. Though, that is how choices work, you live with the consequences," Lucifer mused.

"We would make sure that she's never left wanting, for anything, and do our best to remind her every day that we are eternally grateful for her in our lives," Diavolo murmured, looking down at you again.

For the first time since the incident, you moved on your own. Your head turned, very slowly and not much at all, as if you were asleep. They watched as your fingers twitched and your back moved just ever so slightly in the prince's embrace. The two demons shared a quick glance and went back to watching you. But that was the last of your movements, and you were still again, however you felt a bit more alive now, so they felt somewhat relaxed, but only a little.

Both demons sat in silence, watching you merely exist. All their love, time, physical resources tied up into one little human.

Breaking the silence, Lucifer spoke, "Satan said he would come by to check on her later in the morning. I would tell you to get some rest, but I doubt you will."

"I will remain here, but if you'd like you may certainly stay or use any of the beds in the castle," Diavolo replied. Lucifer reclined against the headboard, trying to at least shut his eyes and rest if sleep would not come.

Satan knocked on the bedroom door, but heard no reply, so he walked in to quite the loving sight:

Diavolo and Lucifer were sitting next to each other on the bed, almost shoulder-to-shoulder, both reclined against the headboard and asleep. You were draped across both their laps on your side; your head and shoulders in Lucifer's, hips and rear in Diavolo's. It was almost as if they had to compromise who got to hold you, and the answer was clearly both.

Satan frowned. That is not how she needs to be laying in order to heal, he thought. Not one to miss an opportunity, he walked over to his eldest brother and shoved Lucifer's shoulder, rudely jolting him awake and looking haphazard at Satan. He glared at the younger sibling and looked over to Diavolo, gently rocking his shoulder.

Diavolo stirred and quickly woke up to Satan's demands.

"She cannot lie like that," Satan said.

In unison, they asked, "Why not?"

"It's not conducive for healing, so move her to lay on her back, and I'll work to rewrap her bandages," he ordered. The other two demons frowned and did as they were asked.

Lucifer left to go sit in one of the armchairs next to the window, so he wasn't in the way. Diavolo remained at your side, watching Satan's precise movements of unwrapping your bandage.

"Actually, she probably ought to be cleaned up before I go too much further-" he caught the glare of both your boyfriends. "Yes, that means I need to bathe her-" he tried to say before Lucifer cut him off.

"Nonsense, I'll take care of that-"

"Satan can do it," Diavolo cut Lucifer off this time. "We need to let him do his job." Satan looked at Lucifer expectantly and received a huff in reply.

Satan picked you up gingerly and brought you to the bathroom. He gently undressed you, grimacing at the bruises and lacerations that still laced your body, and ran a warm bath. Setting you down into it, he worked on cleaning you up. Though, Satan did find himself in awe of you. Likely, none of his brothers had such an intimate experience with you, except maybe Lucifer, and he hoped when you heard about this upon waking up, you wouldn't be too embarrassed or upset. Truly, in Satan's eyes, you had nothing to be embarrassed about, because you were beautiful in all ways. He didn't look at you in a perverted sexual way, but one of admiration and deep connection, trust and a deeper kind of love that was fortified through care tasks.

Once satisfied, he pulled you from the tub and dried you off. It was challenging to wash and dry the equivalent of a human ragdoll; however, it came in handy to have the strength of a thousand armies. Barbatos brought new clothes for you and helped Satan to dress you again. While Satan was bathing you, Barbatos had also cleared your bloodied bed, so you'd have clean blankets and sheets to enjoy.

Satan carried you back into your bedroom, and laid you in the middle, head resting on a pillow. He worked quickly to dress your wounds again, also checking on your broken leg. "Hmm, I suppose I need to make a cast for this. I'll have to get the materials for it," Satan pondered out loud.

"Take Barbatos with you and he'll purchase whatever you need," Diavolo replied. He sat himself next to you once more.

"She'll need this concoction Solomon made for her, to help with the pain," Satan said, handing a bottle to Lucifer from his med kit. Lucifer instantly raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Solomon may not cook very well, but he can get medicine right, most of the time," Satan replied, slightly hesitating at the end. "Simeon got called to the Celestial Realm but said he would return as soon as possible when I told him what happened."

"Thank you, Satan," Diavolo called out softly. Satan nodded and left the room to find Barbatos for cast materials. Lucifer left the armchair to join you two on the other side, running his hand through your hair.

Diavolo and Lucifer shared a glance and continued to watch over you.

Where am I? you thought.

"You're unconscious, we are in your mind," a voice replied. It was bodyless, nowhere but simultaneously everywhere.

In your mind's eye, you couldn't see anything, but you felt as though you were in a room, somewhere familiar. You felt bodyless as well, not exactly existing but you were certainly aware of your sense of self.

"I have questions for you," the voice called out.

What are they?

"Are you happy with your life?" it asked.

Mulling it over, surely the number of times you have almost died since arriving in the Devildom has far surpassed the number of times when you were back in the human world, so that wasn't great. However, you never felt surer of yourself and your purpose in life than being in the Devildom, with your chosen family that you loved most dearly. Flashes of your loved ones came to mind, and it wasn't hard to give your answer.

I am.

"Do you know what lies before you, now?"

No. What is it?

"A choice is to be made, at your hand. I am here to present to you your options and answer your questions, should you want to know," it answered.

What is the decision I have to make?

"It is in regard to your soul. The sake of your soul is currently hanging in the air, waiting to be left intact, or stolen."

What do you mean?

"The choice you have to make is whether or not you want to keep your soul."

Okay, what if I keep my soul?

"You shall ascend to the Celestial Realm after your humanly death, and become one of heaven's finest angels, a seraph, one of glory and radiating pure holy light and serving as the right hand of Michael himself."

And if I give it away?

"You shall be reborn and reign as the Devildom's fiercest Avatars, that which of competing in strength and ability with the eldest of the Avatars."

Why are you telling me this?

"It would be a shame for you not to know you have another option than the one that is currently being laid out for you by two particular demons." It paused for several moments as you considered its words.

"Good luck, and I'm sorry," it added.

A vortex then tore through the space you resided in, sucking you in just to spit you back out into streamline consciousness.

"Mm," you mumbled.

Shooting red hot pain flared up your leg, and it caused you to jolt, eyes flying open and gasping.

"Darling, darling, I need you to drink this," Diavolo tried to tell you, but it was hard to hear over the pounding heartbeat in your ears. He turned your head and pressed a bottle lip to your mouth. You tried to fight him because your vision was still blurry, but Lucifer then held you in place as they fed Solomon's pain reliever down your throat. Once it was completely gone, they released you, and you tried to sit up, which ended with you falling back into the mattress.

It was like watching an injured animal struggle, how you thrashed to tried to sit up and move on your own, but it felt as though someone tied a thousand lead weights to your body. Lucifer finally took your head into his hands and forced you to look at him.

"Dove, please stop moving, you need to be still," he pleaded. "Or at least let us help you," he added.

Nodding, you tried to speak, only to be met with nothing more than a whisper, and you clutched your throat. Your boyfriends shared a pained look and returned their attention to you.

"Help me sit up," you whispered. Both demons hoisted you up so that your back was against the headboard, and you seethed and hissed as your broken leg drug up the bed, feeling the soreness in your torso.

With heavy, ragged breaths, you looked at your surroundings. You were in your castle suite. Diavolo sat next to you on your left, and Lucifer was kneeling onto the mattress on your right. They both looked at you with concern, unsure of whether to hug you or let you be.

"What happened?" you rasped.

"What do you remember?" Diavolo asked, fighting the urge to pull you into his arms now that you were awake.

"The colosseum, three demons assaulting me. They broke my leg and choked me out," you whispered. Immediately, you shucked off the covers and saw your mangled leg wrapped in a bloody bandage. It hurt just to even look at it.

"Darling..." Diavolo trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"We took care of those demons, they'll never bother you again," Lucifer said, trying to redirect your thoughts.

Hot tears spilled over your cheeks. The memories were flooding back, and you could remember screaming out for help when two of the demons held you down while the third snapped your tibia before your very eyes but help never came. You were all you had in those final moments before the third reached up to your neck and put you into a sleeper hold, so they could stop your screaming and escape.

Diavolo grasped your hand closest to him and held it in both of his. The warmth was welcoming, but it couldn't stop the horrors that kept replaying in your head.

Lucifer gave Diavolo a knowing look and nodded.

"MC," Diavolo said, now very serious, and it caused you to immediately look up into his piercing golden eyes. "I need to ask you something, something very important. I'm going to make you an offer, and I need you to carefully consider what it is I'm asking. Can you do that for me?"

Slowly nodding, you whispered, "I'm listening."

"Would you want to become a demon?"

Thanks for reading~ <3

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#obey me fanfic writer #obey me female mc #obey me fanfic #lucifer x female reader #diavolo x femreader #love-eternal #sassystories #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcannons #obey me imagines #love eternal au

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hermit-god-au-pog · 1 year

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Welcome to the blog and the AU!

As a little intro before the actual intro story to this au, since this will be pinned, A few things to mention!

I'll occasionally edit this post to update the master list/add links or info. And keep in mind, these are all the characters, nothing here is really related to the CCs themselves.

But a small very quick rundown. This will take place around the beginning of season 9, still in their starter-base era. This au is purely fiction and probably not that accurate to any true storyline hermits had haha.

If anyone has any questions, comments, etc my asks and dm’s are open! Do I know where im going with this au? No not really, it's really an ‘As I Go’ kind of thing.

And if you were here since the start/when I had a bunch of other stuff going on, a lot of that info is deleted for now and will be worked back into the story later on. This blog will be a mix of stories and art, cause I like to do both.

One more thing, I will have the characters of SweetestHoneybee, Mjlor, and DoctorSiren in this au! As well as DoctorSiren's Jumbro's headcanon(which is basically Jimmy and Mumbo are brothers). If any of them have become uncomfortable with this overtime ill respect any boundaries they have <3

But enough intro from me, enjoy this little story and hope you enjoy the blog 07

Once upon a time, Deities ruled separately. Each having their own realm or home to their lonesome or to just them and their worshipers. Back in these days, it was a lonely time to be called a diety.

But in a late Beta build, a Diety has come to be. At first, their purpose was unknown to them, wandering around and making friends with others, heck even joining a realm under a fake persona to try and find their purpose. And was this the best choice they made.

This person? They went by the name Xisuma, their chosen name for non-diety purposes. And in this server, Xisuma found around 5 other deities, all doing a similar thing to him, hiding their identities to find out who they want to be, or be someone different from who they thought they were. This was also the year the Watchers mysteriously appeared, the Listeners not too far being either. These strange beings claim to be alive since the beginning of time but never announced themself till now. And whether you were to believe it or not, their powers rivaled deities. Hell, they even took down a few corrupt deities and harnessed their powers for themselves, or so it seemed.

But looking back at Xisuma and his newfound friends, it seemed their ‘season’ was coming to an end. And not wanting this new wonderful experience to end, and maybe a bit of a deeper feeling in his gut telling him not to let go of this server just yet, he offered to keep the world going. Offered to take responsibility and keep it up to date and watch over it. And after a few meetings and long nights, the decision was made.

The world was reset sometime later. Some left, and a lot more joined. The number of secret deities bumped up to 11. A few had heard about this place on their own, and a few heard it from another deity or friend within the group.

And seeing this new growth, Xisuma decided to start a secret club of sorts for them all. It was sweet and harmless, mostly. Just, them able to talk and express themselves in godly ways they couldn't ever do before with anyone else. It was really helpful to a lot of them, if not all of them.

Everything went as smoothly as it could go that season, and heck, next season all but 13 in this season were now deities. It was looking up for this little community of deities forming here.

Around a fourth through the season, Xisuma announced an idea to the other deities. They were in the majority here, and they all trusted their fellow members, so why not reveal their secrets? The question had to be sat on for a while for some people.

But, in the end, later into the server, a few non-deity players had already left, and this group of all-powerful being gathered everyone else. 11 were left to tell their secret too.

And thank the gods, they all took it well. One was a bit, overwhelmed, and had already planned of leaving soon. They promised to keep their secret and keep all of them in a good place in their heart but did leave the server a few days later.

For the rest, they were all rightfully surprised, but what was also shocking was there were a few immortal or semi-immortal beings alongside them as well, three specifically purely immortal.

Next season, it seems a lot more deities were catching onto this new, ‘hangout’ spot that's been created. Heck, a lot of them had smaller meetings with other deities and they just did their jobs together instead of alone. As the season went on, more of the mortal members left. All on good terms, not being pushed out in any way, but they all had their reasons.

By season 5 however, it seemed all mortals had left, and it was time for a new set of rules, a new order. Hermitcraft was now no longer an ordinary server, it has gotten stricter locks and codes, and its vaults and data were harder to breach. This server? Was now a home of deities. Of course, on the outside, no one knew that, they just assume they'd gotten more strict on joining for whatever reason. But on the inside, everyone was immortal in some way, everyone trusted one another, and they were here to help one another. No longer were they alone and fending for themselves, they all now had a place to truly call home.

And whether they decided to stay or go, whether new deities or immortals were added later on, once a hermit, Hermitcraft will always be your home to come back to. Overtime teams are formed to make everyone's lives a bit easier and to bring some “mortal” normal-ness back into hermitcraft.

With 3 teams, Ambassador’s and advertisers, and then teams of just Ambassador’s or just Advertisers; The hermits make a way to connect back with the mortal world besides just doing their jobs. Heck, most if not all hermits even start up some ‘vlogging’ of their builds, life, and shenanigans and start growing a fanbase that way. While not directly leaning into their deities' powers and gifts, for most it feels nice to have a fanbase like that again.

Now, are their darker secrets left unanswered and swept under the rug? Maybe they just haven't been seen yet? Of course there are! But deities can only do so much still, they can't be looking into every odd dark crack all the time. And with a server as protected as theirs, why should they have constant stress and paranoia over it? Everything’s gonna be fine, they travel worlds all the time. Even if there was danger, they can just lose it by going to another world.

Their deities, after all, nothing would be stupid enough to fuck with 20+ of them, right?

#introductory post #hermitcraft #this will be one of the few times I maintag probably #HCD #HermitCraftDeitys #hope you all enjoy this au o7 #idk how often ill post but #this blog finally has some foundation and a direction on where I'm goin

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 6 months

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HOLY SHIT I FUCKING FOUND IT.

THANK AZAR

I have spent approximately the past 60 hours trying to find Srentha's old blog. It had so many silly and fun RPs and a lot of character building stuff!

I THOUGHT I remembered remaking his blog (the one that's a sideblog to this account), renaming the old blog so I could give the New Blog the Same URL, but I couldn't remember Exactly how I'd changed the old blog's url.

I originally thought it was just a sideblog of my old personal account, but I logged in and looked at the sideblog list and nearly panicked when I couldn't find it there. (Apparently I in fact have 3 emlog blogs, though??? Should probably consolidate those someday.)

Then I remembered that, way back then, a full decade ago, I had originally made Dove and Srentha's blogs as their own accounts! So I tried to log in to his!

It took me approximately 24 hours of scrounging around in my memories to remember what I used as "his" email address and password.

(It had been 3 days of Desperately Trying to Find This Blog, so the story gets even longer and even more frustrating.)

Then, when I finally remembered I made HIS OWN EMAIL ADDRESS, and what I THOUGHT I remembered the password (I swear to Azar, I had made it the same format as Dove's password, just altering the number and the name), Tumblr wouldn't let me log in without a verification email.

Problem is, Yahoo also wouldn't let me log in to his email. Even though, 10 years later, I still remember what his ID and password were because they were so Pretty and Poetic and Distinctive that they stuck out in my memory. So I couldn't find the URL by simply logging in to the account.

(Also, I "coded" the Yahoo Security Verification Question Answers for his account. Which was a stupid thing to do because then I had to Play Detective because I forgot how I'd coded them. One of them was "Where did you meet your spouse?" And I was like, that's Dove! That's Azarath, duh! Except that wasn't it. I had invented Seranath by then; maybe that's what I used? But no. It took me approximately 3 hours and several attempts using various capitalization techniques in case it was cAsE sEnSiVe to remember I had simply called it, "home." But then it asked me "What was your first pet's name?" SRENTHA'S BIRD HAS HAD SO MANY NAMES OVER THE YEARS. Fuck if I know which one I used! I tried Janellera, Sheera, and Sieara in case I used Dove's, but then it locked me out. Bleh. I might have used Survivor, which is what his name was meant to mean. But Yahoo wouldn't let me try again.)

So just as I was about to make an act of desperation: attempt reaching out to friends who had RP'd with him to see if they still had access to any posts his old blog may have liked/reblogged and maybe The Notes Section would show me His Current URL, I remembered something crucial.

After this blog/account became my Permanent Residence, I went to check my old blog and couldn't find it. Which was Distressing, don't get me wrong. But I quickly found out Tumblr changes the URLs of blogs on old, inactive accounts (ones that aren't Fully Deleted, just unused for a period of time) by adding "-blog" at the end of the URL.

So, fairly quivering with desperation and hope, I tried that. His regular, default, years-long URL.... with "-blog" at the end.

And it came right up!

It loaded beautifully! It's all there! The old patchwork theme with silly fun pictures and all the RPs I remembered and then some, and headcanons lists I don't even remember filling out! Everything I hoped to find and more!

(If you're curious, it's at @highpriest-in-training-blog. There's a lot of Random Fun and RP Fun to go around there, but I can't log into his account At All, so it won't ever be updated, unfortunately.)

I'm so incredibly relieved, you have No Idea. It really shouldn't have been this frustrating to try logging into something WHEN I KNOW THE EMAIL AND PASSWORD! But it WAS.

But now I'm just so relieved I'm a bit emotionally exhausted. Whew,

#rhs personal posts

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sunkingwrites · 1 year

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goooood morning.. 💕 mm I’m so sleepy still- gonna make myself some coffee and then hopefully my stomach doesn’t get upset with the amount of cookies I plan to eat for breakfast 😙

anywaaaays, I’m gonna be cooking a lot today because it’s almost someones birthday and like the good roommate I am I gotta cook their favorite foods~ oh but but I was catching up with bnha before I went to sleep last night (pls I swear I slept when you told me to) but then my roommate came in and.. stole my laptop? I mean I didn’t mind because I was having a mental breakdown over the recent episode,, but now I’m concerned what they did because all they said was “I need le minecraft.” and left 🥲

and I finally finished the firewatch shinkami fic- why tf is it so good??? awhkjhdiuhoina I kept getting distracted noticing the little elements in the writing but it just made it so captivating 😭

oH OH AND- I finally finished what I had left for my college projects and sooo I don’t have anything to do for the next 2 days.. unless *cough* anyone *cough* wants to do me 🥺/j

jokes aside I was crying this morning because I also finished chapter 5 of the song of achilles and we got a background check on one of the characters and I swear I could see the mommy issues shining through 😔

OK NOW IM JUST RANTING OF WHAT IVE BEEN DOING HJQSDKJKWFDKJJNKASD- I can’t get discord to open so that’s why I’m sending an ask tho 🥲

oh oh and my mind just suddenly filled with questions last night and it wont stop bothering me lol I dunno why… they’re so random tho- although I’m very curious on the one reason we know each other: how did you find my blog? It’s just a lingering question that I always wonder when someone follows me hehe- I mean,, I’m very glad you found me because holy shit— 😭 I remember how you were freaking out because I followed you back- that was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life tbh (we’ve been mutuals for well over a month ayo??)

anyways I’m gonna stop my intrusive mind from dumbing more stuff here so I don’t clog up your asks.. I hope you have a great great day, and I will send you kisses and updates of what I cook and uhh shit I do! on discord this time hehe… well unless food pics are not something you like then I’ll just spam you with random shit I do-!

mwah mwah~ ✨

Dude,, IF YOU MADE FOOD FOR MY BIRTHDAY I WOULD FUCKING CRYYY

Ohhhh my godssshfjsmck the fucking shinkami fic,, IT HAD NO RIGHT TO BE THAT GOOD- I WANT TO GET THAT GOOD AT WRITING AJJCNSNNF but like,, I was so fucking close to crying?? MultiPLE TIMES??? AND LIKE ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT WHEN DENKI WAS RUNNING TO THE TOWER,, AND I THINK IT'S SO COOL THEY ADDED ACTUAL BNHA LORE WITH THAT OTHER ASSASSIN HERO LADY AND THAT THEY COULD EXPLAIN DENKI'S LEGS DOING THAT NSKDJSBBFBDB

just-- so fucking good-

Mmmm,, we love mommy issues-- just love love love that for us~ No but like, characters with mommy issues are always too relatable to write aghh- LIKE STOP HAVING MY THOUGHTS PLEASE,, I UNDERSTAND I HAVE TRAUMA JUST LEAVE MEH ALONE

..if you couldn't tell- I had sugar-- remember that boba tea icecream I sent you a photo of in the superstore a while back? Yeah well I bought it today at Walmart and now it's almost gone,, and and I also got an ube icecream too, and Marmo hAtEs it- but I like it and I already knew that I would-- and now I wanna make an ube, vanilla milkshake aahhhh yum yum,, obviously not tonight-- maybe tomorrow if I can???

Okay okay and,, as you know my remember is full of shit so this miGHt be wRoNg- but I'm pretty sure I saw.. mmm I think a writing post first- maybe cuz it aligned with one of my tags?? Then I was like "oooh, I wonder if this person has anything else written for this character-?? Lemme seee~"

so then I would've found your master list post and I liked the vibe of it,, so then I'm pretty sure I just started scrolling through and randomly liking shit-?? I was still like a week new on tumblr so I was desperately looking for people to follow and get some more content flowing through my dash and to interest with--

Thennn, I think it was that composition you had posted that kinda embodied your anxiety that got me hooked,, cuz I kept listening to it on loop- so then I felt like I had to comment about getting it on Spotify,, since my family has a premium plan it's the place I usually get my music,, AND THEN I saw the picrew and I was just gONe cuz I fucking love making picrews and yours looked so cool and you just seemed like you'd be a fun person to talk to.. and then I shared mine with you and just kept talking and uhhh- yeah! That's what's up!! ✨✨

-also also you're birthday on twitter says it's the 28th- so I thought that was funny xD

#ollie<3 #sunkingchats #just talking #personal

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houkago-stem-time · 2 years

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Hey man Idk if you still come around here but I'm looking for a song it was listed on spotify in 2020 as a song by Hokago tea time. its called "second guess" its a piano song and im pretty sure it wasn't actually by them as it has since been scrubbed from the web outside of a few reddit posts also interested in finding it. I was wondering if somehow you had it downloaded by chance. plzz let me know if u find it/have it

Hi there, thanks for your question! I haven't heard of this before so of course I had to go do some digging on the subject. While I couldn't find the song itself, I'd like to document my findings here.

On October 13th 2020, a song called Second Guess was uploaded to Spotify and attributed to Hokago Tea Time. The Spotify artist profile for this song does not appear to be the same as the official Hokago Tea Time profile, however because they have the same name, I'm guessing Spotify got confused and lumped the two together.

The track went largely unnoticed until the following Friday, the 16th of October, when Spotify's Release Radar playlist got updated. This is a dynamically generated playlist showcasing new releases from artists that the user has shown interest in. As modern day algorithm-powered technology is far from flawless, this song started appearing in the Release Radar playlists of users who listen to the real Hokago Tea Time. That's when people started to take notice, and a few posts and blog articles were written about it (in Japanese). It was quickly dismissed as having nothing to do with the actual band.

While the single is still present on Spotify, it has been made unavailable in all regions, so there's no way to access the song there. It amassed a play count of 63,982 plays before playback was disabled, so it did reach a fair amount of people. The cover artwork is fanart of the manga Spy × Family, and it was made by an artist named mr milktea (who makes some fantastic art, by the way).

It's pretty safe to assume that the uploader simply stole someone else's song and tried to pass it off as a Hokago Tea Time song, for whatever reason. Music theft and misattribution is far from uncommon on platforms like Spotify, and it's a real struggle for lesser known independent artists to try to combat it, as copyright laws and content ID tools are largely designed to serve wealthy rightsholders as opposed to individual creators.

If anyone reading this happens to have more information about the song, please do reach out, as it would be nice to know what the original song actually is. If it helps, the song is a piano instrumental in the key of C# Minor, with a BPM of 160 and duration of 3:33 (assuming the data on Tunebat is correct).

#k on #k-on

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yoongsisbae · 3 years

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Lunaaaaaaa,

I feel curious abt u so I’m gonna ((crosses legs, checks tiny interviewer notebook)) ask you some questions.

So the typical fandom ones,

Who in BTS made your heart pitter patter first?

Who had you think, “Ah yes. I will stan this group and write amazing content about them on my Tumblr blog”?

Also what’s your sun, moon, rising? Totally not asking for compatibility purposes hehe

What’s a list of fanfic authors you absolutely adore?

Your favourite tv series? The colour that defines you the most? If your life was a motion picture, what song would be play in the beginning? Oh and since you love a certain 6 foot giant with thick thighs and a chest worth swooning over, what’s something you associate a lot with Kim Namjoon?

((Closes notebook))

*Opens it again*

this is so cute, you are so cute, I had a lot of fun answering these questions, lovely interviewer anon! 💕💕

Who in BTS made your heart pitter patter first? I came in during Blood Sweat and Tears era, I don't really remember, but I'm pretty sure it was Jimin lol, but they were all so freaking hot during that era (ot7 ho from the very beginning 😌)

Who had you think, “Ah yes. I will stan this group and write amazing content about them on my Tumblr blog”? It was so long ago I am really trying to dig deep and remember why I started stanning lol, I loved all their music from the first listen, Wings is a masterpiece, and Dark & Wild...their Cypher's...I just went down a rabbit hole. But tbh, and you can judge me all you want lol, when I watched American Hustle Life I couldn't NOT stan, even if it had it's problematic moments, the fact that they really tried to understand the genre they pull inspiration from, they gave back to the community and humbled themselves, and they were such cute goofballs, I stanned hard.

The one who made me start writing on tumblr was Jungkook lol because he was the first person who appeared in my fanmeet dream and then I wrote Handshakes of a Lifetime and the rest was history~

Also what’s your sun, moon, rising? Totally not asking for compatibility purposes hehe Good thing I saved that info to reveal to you anon because I was not about to call my mother again and find out my birth time lol. Sun: Libra, Moon: Capricorn, Rising: Sagittarius What’s a list of fanfic authors you absolutely adore? @inkofyoongi @btssavedmylifeblr @smasmashin @bangtangalicious @snackhobi @bang-to-the-tan I go back and reread these lovely author’s stories all the time! Trendsetters, visionaries, masters of their craft! Seriously 💖

Your favourite tv series? Bridgerton is my current obsession, and Future Man! And The OA! I am too indecisive for favourite questions....

The colour that defines you the most? #C45070

If your life was a motion picture, what song would be play in the beginning?

Just about the perfect combination of overwhelming anxiousness and calming intention to describe me and my life.

Oh and since you love a certain 6 foot giant with thick thighs and a chest worth swooning over, what’s something you associate a lot with Kim Namjoon? museums, before covid I always thought about joon when I went to museums, especially since I usually go alone to them because I can never convince my friends to go with me 🥲🥲🥲

Also like, how do you measure the progress of each chapter update you write? Like I see u put percentages to let everyone know how much you’ve written but do you like write out a basic plot and measure the percentage written using that or just a random mental estimate? OH GOD I WAS WAITING UNTIL SOMEONE CALLED ME OUT ON THAT. It's totally arbitrary anon 😭😭😭 sometimes I write 1,000 words and I add two percentages because I realize I'm going to have to add 5 more scenes to make it all make sense, sometimes I write 5 sentences and add 10 percentages because I figured out an important plot point in my head and it’s all in there just waiting for me to type it out but adding to the progress gives me that push to write it down. It's just me gauging how far the finish line is for me, but once I get passed 95% everything is pretty much written and it's all rereading and editing and setting up the post to publish. 😅

Thank you anon for this sweet ask 🥺 I hope we are compatible, and if we aren’t it’s okay, me and anon quirky opposites love story AU. ❤️

#asks #ily anon

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ba-hons-film-blog · 3 years

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Scene Recreation (Final Project):

Link to Scene Recreation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?fbclid=IwAR0KS60bTo9V-ElXikLsCFRyCM4Y5t-_yXpydOf-uCoXq3a6ZV26U32tu00&v=-pA-BQbMPpw&feature=youtu.be

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Link to Original Scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPazh2kDdvA&t=68s

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Pre-Production:

For our final project, we had to do a scene recreation exercise. We chose our own groups of between four to six people, and had to choose a scene no longer than three minutes to recreate. My group consisted of Ben McMorran, Jack Weir, James Stevenson and Tom Spurin, and the scene we recreated was the Facemash scene from the 2010 David Fincher movie “The Social Network”. This scene follows an angry Mark Zuckerberg (played by Jesse Eisenberg) as he blogs about his ex-girlfriend, whom he has just broken up with, and decides to create a website comparing girls to farm animals after hearing his drunk roommate’s ramblings.

This was not always our plan. Our initial plan was to recreate the opening scene for “Filth”, which follows the character of Bruce Robertson (played by James MacAvoy) as he walks away from Edinburgh castle, while a voiceover reveals his opinions on what it is like to be Scottish. As we stay in Edinburgh and could actually visit the locations featured in the film, we thought this would be an ideal scene to do.

Filth Opening Scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbPdQmi3s0M

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However, on the day of the shoot, due to the poor weather and barriers being set up by Edinburgh castle, we were unable to get the opening shot and felt without that, the scene wouldn't work as well if we were to just jump into the second shot and also cut off the beginning of the monologue. After considering various possibilities, we settled on the scene from “The Social Network”, as we all liked the scene and felt it was something we had the resources to do.

Production:

As in previous tasks, it was up to us to assign ourselves roles. Jack and James were the directors for the film, and me and Ben were in charge of the camera, and everyone helped with setting up the lighting. (However, these roles were not set in stone, and everyone helped out with whatever needed done.) Jack played Mark Zuckerberg (as portrayed by Jesse Eisenberg in the actual film) and I played his drunk roommate. Ben and Tom (who had to pull out of the shoot at the last minute for personal reasons) were in charge of the edit.

For this project, we decided to film in my flat, given the film is set in student halls, and features the character sitting at a wooden desk not too dissimilar from my own.. We used my laptop and tv monitor in the film. While my laptop was a bit bigger than the one in the film, it was the same colour and worked reasonably well. For the blog, we used the same website (LiveJournal) that was used in the film, however due to being updated it didn't look exactly the same. For the images of the other students that Mark looks at, we just used some random images off the internet. For the clothes, Jack wore a grey jumper that he owned and I wore a green shirt and white t-shirt of my own. The beer bottles were just some empty beer bottles from the recycling which I cleaned then filled with some water. Mark’s bottle in the film is green and I had hoped to find a Peroni (which, while maybe not the beer featured in the film, was certainly the same colour) but couldn't, so went with a brown coloured Budweisser bottle. For my character (the drunken flatmate), he is meant to be carrying a pack of six beers but in our recreation only has one. We didn't have a pack of beer, and figured this was a background detail that wasn't too important, so decided to go with it just the one.

While the general feel and certain aspects of my room worked for the film, due to the layout it would have been impossible to get some shots. Take the shot where Mark’s roommate walks over and sits on the bed behind Mark. This would have been impossible to shoot as the place he walks in from is where my wall is. For this reason, we decide to shoot the film with everything on the reverse side and then flip the footage in the edit to make it look correct.

For the scene from “Filth”, we had intended to rely on natural lighting so we had not booked out any lighting kit, and were aware we may have had to go our separate ways, book out some lighting equipment, and regroup at a later date. However, given everyone was already there, we didn’t want to call it a day without achieving anything. Additionally, several members of the group were going home shortly for the Christmas break. We decided to do a camera test, setting up a shot from “The Social Network'' and see if we could pull the scene of that day to a good quality. We only used only two orange lamps and my small white bedside lamp (which was attached to the wall). After setting up the shot, we were satisfied we could get a good quality of lighting without booking out the tungsten lamps, and we decided to go ahead with the scene there and then.

We began by reviewing the scene and taking a shot list. We started with the shots focusing on Mark Zuckerberg blogging, and ended by getting the shots of the computer. Ben and I alternated between using the camera, and whoever wasn’t filming or onscreen would be doing setting up the lighting. For the lighting, we used the lamps and put then on whatever boxes or other objects were to hand. We used a tripod for most of the film, bar the opening shot, which was done handheld. Regrettably, this meant it didn't look as smooth as in the film, but the majority of the other shots were all static, so they looked fine.

We filmed for about two hours before rapping up and parting ways. Jack later recorded the voiceover and sent it to Ben and Tom. It turned out we had missed two shots of the monitor (the shots seen at 0:38 to 0:39), so it did a mock up of those shots in my own home, recorded them on my camcorder and sent them to Ben and Tom, who put them in the final edit.

Feedback:

Feedback for the film was generally positive. The lighting, depth of field, cinematography and editing were praised, and overall the scene was said to be fairly faithful to the original. Jack's performance as Mark was also praised. However, this was some criticism.

The location was one of the main issues. The blue walls were slightly distracting, an issue that could have been solved by hanging up some kind of white material. The room also felt more cramped than the room in the original, and the lighting didn't always seem natural (while the light in the original was clearly coming from a lamp, there were some shots in ours where there was no clear source). This could have been solved by having the lamp visible in certain shots.

Addition, people took issue with the photos used for the photos of the other students, and the lines across the computer screen. I would agree with these issues. This was due to having to change our scene and using what was to hand. In the future, hopefully we would be able to create an appropriate document ourselves beforehand, instead of using some random photos from the internet. The lines across the computer could be solved by using some green cloth to cover the screen and using visual effects to put the appropriate images on later. However, this isn't something I know a lot about. A better solution could be to change the frame rate of the camera to match the monitor's refresh rate.

There were a few issues raised with regards to the framing. Someone pointed out the position of my character changed the side of Mark he was on, from being on the right side of Mark in a close up to being on the left side in the wide. While this is the case, this also happens in the film.

Another framing issue was that one shot of the computer screen is taken from roughly 45 degrees to the right when in the original scene it is taken from roughly 45 degrees to the left. This was likely due to us being in the mindset of filming everything the opposite way around. In future we should be more careful to avoid this, by taking particular care when filming shots featuring text we intend to flip later on. Admittedly, there are several shots where the text is flipped, but in those shots the text is the main focus, so this isn't too big an issue.

While most of the framing was positively received, the opening shot, which pulls over Mark’s shoulders to look at the computer, was criticized due to its handheld nature (as it was a much smoother shot in the actual film) but I think even it we had ample time to prepare, this would still be a difficult shot to pull of, as the only way we could do it was handheld. This was also complicated by the fact we had to change focus at the same time.

Someone raised the issue of the bottle being the wrong colour (brown as opposed to green), which also meant it blurred into the background slightly more. I agree with this point, but this was due to having to use whatever was to hand and not having the right prop ready, which we would have had this been the original plan.

In some cases the voice over was a bit quiet, meaning it was hard to make out certain lines of dialogue. Personally I didn't have this issue, but that could just be because I am familiar with Jack’s voice and the dialogue he is saying. This issue could probably be solved by raising the sound levels in the edit.

Overall I am happy with what we did, given the time and resources available to us due to our late change of plan, and think everyone did a great job in the lead up to and including the day of shooting.

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Mafia BTS! One Step Closer

This was requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt

This is honestly my favourite imagine. Read my other mafia imagines on my blog, I'll try updating the master list soon. I hope y'all like this one!

Let's get it!

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Kim Seokjin:

After a month of living, or more like being forced to live with The Kim Seokjin, you figured that he wasn't so bad. He might have come off as intimidating at first but he honestly took great care of you and you couldn't help but like his company. When you were brought to his house, you were terrified. And Jin knew that too, maybe that's why he kept his distance. But eventually, you wanted him around you because it was maddening to be cut off from the entire world.

It was a long day of meetings and negotiations for Jin. He held his coat with one hand and dragged it behind him, climbing the steps to his house and telling the bodyguards that they could leave for the day. The thought of seeing you made him happy, only if it actually made you happy too. He unlocked the door and stepped inside his humble abode, sighing as he leaned against a wall. The smell of food filled his nostrils, making him frown. Hadn't the cook already left? He glanced at his watch, raising his eyebrows at the hour hand which pointed at 11. Walking towards the kitchen, he dropped his coat on the couch, wondering why you weren't sitting on it and watching TV like every day.

You carefully held the tray of food in your hand and made your way to the dining table. You had decided to make dinner for Jin and yourself. Blame it on the growing feeling of warmth every time you saw him but there was no turning back now. You let out a soft gasp and almost dropped the tray until Jin's hand rested beneath yours, steadying your stance. "You scared me." You mumbled and pushed him aside, continuing on your way to set the table. Jin's jaw went slack when he saw what you had done. Until a couple of weeks ago, you weren't even ready to be in the same room as him and now here you were, making him dinner. Jin bit his lip to suppress a smile, he felt nothing but profound admiration for you since he saw you and it only kept increasing.

"Are you just gonna stand there or will you join me? Perhaps, you can tell me if my food is better than yours?" You said, smiling slightly. Jin cleared his throat and nodded, taking a seat beside you on the table. You served his food despite his protests and waited eagerly for his reaction. He took a bite of the tempting meal and let out a moan. You chuckled, making him widen his eyes at the sound of your voice. He was definitely in love with how beautiful you sounded when you laughed. "I guess it's that good, huh?" You asked, placing your chin on the palm of your hand. Unable to say anything, Jin nodded. Of course, it was good, anything you did was good. You both finished eating in silence. When Jin stood up to clean up, you shook your head. "There's a hot bath waiting for you." You said and took the plates to the kitchen. Now it was getting too much for Jin. He really wanted to ask you what was going on and so he did. Just as you placed the plates in the sink, you felt hands on your waist before being turned to face Jin. You placed your hands on his chest to maintain the little distance that remained. "What is this, Y/N? Should I get my hopes up about our relationship or are you going to go back to being cold from tomorrow?" He asked, staring you down. You blushed and closed your eyes. How could he expect you to talk when he was standing so close to you? Gathering all the courage that you had, you opened your eyes and stood up straight. "Although you brought me here without my consent, you showed me that whatever people say about you isn't completely true. And clearly, you care about me so I'd be an idiot to not consider the chance of us being..... something." You said, fiddling with the buttons of his blue shirt. Your heart was pounding. This was basically your confession about how much you liked him. Suddenly, you felt him kiss your forehead and your eyes widened. He pulled back to find you staring at him with eyes still wide and lips parted. He chuckled before closing your mouth by pushing your chin up with his finger.

"I promise to give you the best of me."

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon had been stressed since the very day he brought you home. You thought it was because of you but later on, you realized that this is what his life was. You wanted to find your own place to stay but Namjoon didn't let you. He said you weren't safe out there yet and he wasn't gonna let you risk your life. Completely oblivious to the fact that Namjoon liked you, you continued staying with him in his big house.

You sat up in your bed with a gasp, sweat trickling down your forehead. A nightmare had woken you up, a nightmare of the reality that you had escaped not too long ago. Your father's figure beating you and tying you down was vivid. It felt almost real. You took in deep breaths and closed your eyes to calm yourself down. With trembling hands, you reached out to the glass of water on the nightstand only to send it crashing down. You cursed under your breath when you heard the shattering of the glass. After listening to the sound of hurried footsteps, the door of your bedroom opened to reveal a panicking Namjoon, looking around the room for any signs of trouble. "Are you okay?" He asked, stepping inside. You switched on the bedside lamp and tried to get off the bed, completely forgetting about the broken shards. "I'm fi-ahh!" You let out a cry of pain, sitting back on the bed. Namjoon rushed to your side, seeing the shattered pieces of glass and your bleeding foot, he shook his head. Without a word, he lifted you up bridal style and took you to the bathroom. He set you on the black countertop and took out a first aid kit from the cabinet. "What happened?" He enquired while tending to the cuts. You stared at him intently. Why did you have to meet someone so handsome but so dangerous? "I had a nightmare. Sorry for waking you up." You apologized, hissing occasionally whenever the antiseptic made contact with your skin. He shook his head and grabbed a bandage to wrap up your foot. "You didn't wake me up, Y/N. You worried me." He said, not looking up to meet your eyes.

You blushed, your heartbeat becoming more audible to you. You liked him, didn't you? You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw him place the first aid box back in its place. You stepped down the counter and tried to walk, limping till your bed. Namjoon had no intentions of letting you go wherever you wanted to. You were completely different from the life that he had and he needed you. He just didn't want to scare you. Yes, he was being selfish for keeping you with him for his own mental stability but he knew he was the only one for you. At least he wanted to be. Cleaning up the broken glass, he switched off the lamp by your bed and turned to leave. His breath hitched when you held his hand. "Can you sleep here? Just for tonight?" You asked in a small voice, afraid that he was gonna reject you. He gently removed his hand from your hold making you sigh. Just like you thought. You raised your head when you heard the door to your bedroom close, eyes widening when you saw Namjoon move to the other side of the bed. He got in next to you, pulling the blanket up to cover you both. You quickly laid your head on his chest, not even realising what you were doing. But when it hit you, you mumbled a sorry and tried to move away, only to have him hold you tighter. Namjoon was scared that you'd be able to hear how bad his heart was pounding but he loved how you felt in his arms. Maybe you felt the same way? This thought made him ecstatic. "You know you're safe with me, right?" He asked, wanting to hear your voice. The light from the numerous skyscrapers illuminated the room, leaving shadows on the walls. "I do." You whispered, feeling content with your life. Yes, you had a rough life until now but it doesn't always have to be that way. Maybe Namjoon was the key to your happiness like you were for him. Maybe this was the start of something beautiful. After realising that you had fallen asleep, Namjoon carefully kissed your forehead, not wanting you to wake up. But you were awake and you heard the words that he muttered to you, the words that confirmed your feelings for him.

"I don't know what but something about you makes me feel a little more alive and a little less lost."

Min Yoongi:

The hotel suite was quiet apart from the sounds of the television and the occasional howling of the wind outside. You stood near the huge glass separating you from the balcony which looked down at the entire New York city. Sighing, you went to the closet to change into something comfy. After about 20 minutes, you came to the conclusion that there was nothing in your closet which was as comfortable as Yoongi's shirt. You had worn it before when he wasn't home and quickly discarded it when he returned so what was stopping you this time? Changing into his white shirt, you went back and opened the door to the balcony.

In the three months that you were forced to stay with him, this was the first time you missed Yoongi's presence. You noticed that lately whenever you saw him, your hands would become clammy and your heart would race as if it were in a marathon. And the fact that he always took care of you wasn't helping. Sure, he kidnapped you as leverage against someone but he didn't hurt you at all. You watched as the rain started pouring and the sky turned darker. You closed your eyes and embraced the little droplets that touched your face. Not being able to contain your excitement, you ran out to the balcony and twirled around, letting the rain wash away your thoughts.

Yoongi entered the suite after meeting up with his members. You thought he brought you to New York because of some business he had to take care of, at least that's what he told you. But he had lied. He brought you here because he knew how much you wanted to travel around the world. This was just the beginning. He discarded his suit jacket and folded his sleeves, looking around for you. He longed for you in ways you didn't know. He used to think it was just a little attraction but later realised that he was whipped for you. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat when he saw you standing in the rain, wearing his shirt. But that wasn't the problem, the problem was that the shirt was now wet and it didn't do a very good job at hiding what was underneath. Yoongi blushed and clenched his jaw, trying to control himself. He slowly walked over to the entrance of the balcony, calling you inside. "Y/N, you're gonna get sick. Come inside now!" He said, loudly for you to hear him. You turned your head to see the man invading your thoughts. You bit your lip, realising that you were basically standing naked in front of him. Slowly, you went to where he stood, water running down your body. He stuck his hand out for you to take, not wanting you to slip on the marble. You took in a deep breath, it was now or never. Taking his hand, you tugged at it, catching him off guard. Yoongi moved closer to you, under the rain, confused by your actions. The rain drenched him but that was the least of his worries. His mind was running with thousands of things he wanted to do. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his body against yours.

"Y/N, stop me before I do something you won't like." He mumbled, leaning his forehead against yours. Your breathing was heavy and so was his. You slowly pressed your lips against his. He was taken aback initially but soon moved his lips against yours. He dug his fingers into your hips and deepened the kiss. Eventually, you both pulled away, gasping for air in the rain. He had kissed you before but you had pushed him away. He was absolutely surprised but happy at the same time to have you kiss him. "Let's go inside before you catch a cold, yes?" He said, cupping your cheeks. You nodded shyly as he held your hand and took you inside. Embarrassed by what you had done, you started towards the bathroom without a word only to be stopped by Yoongi's hand gripping your wrist.

"That meant everything to me. I hope you know that."

Jung Hoseok:

You yawned while staring out at the moon, the dashboard clock contributing to illuminating the dark interior of the car. You glanced at the time, groaning on seeing the numbers. 2:03 AM. You turned your head to the driver's seat where Hoseok was supposed to be sitting. But he wasn't. Instead, he was inside that gloomy and creepy building, having an emergency meeting at this hour. You just wanted to sleep at home but he wasn't ready for someone to break in and take you away in his absence. You hated it. You hated that he was so protective of you. You hated that he had kept you with him against your will. And most importantly, you hated that you didn't hate him anymore. You shivered due to the excessive cold in the car, the air conditioner obviously doing its work. After hesitating for a bit, you turned off the AC and grabbed hoseok's jacket which hung at the back of his seat. Putting it on, you examined yourself in the small mirror, coming to the conclusion that you looked better in it.

You were almost dozing off when the door to the driver's side of the car opened, revealing a very tired and frustrated Hoseok. The meeting hadn't gone the way Hoseok wanted. He felt like he could blow someone's brains out but he tried to keep his calm when he remembered that you were here with him. He sat in his seat and glanced at you, sharply inhaling when he saw you in his jacket, snuggled into the seat with your eyes closed. He cleared his throat and turned to close the door when you opened your eyes to look at him. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. It took longer than I thought. I completely regret waking you up to bring you with me." He apologized before sighing and leaning his head on the steering wheel. You frowned at how upset he looked, concern spreading across your face. "It didn't go well, did it?" You asked in a soft voice. Hoseok felt his heart swell at hearing your calming voice. He had completely forgotten how much he loved to listen to you talk. Sometimes he'd purposely annoy you just to hear your outbursts. He shook his head, gripping the steering wheel tighter to prevent himself from throwing his arms around you. He lifted his head to look at you, eyes falling to his jacket. He mentally declared that you looked better in his clothes. Maybe, someday he'd get to see you in his clothes on a regular basis. "It was cold and I was underdressed." You explained, seeing him looking at his jacket. You glanced at your silk shorts. Definitely underdressed. Hoseok gave you a curt nod and turned around to start the car, only to be stopped by your hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to you, seeing the small smile on your face. "Whatever happened in there, I'm sure you'll figure it out." You said, praying for your words to turn out true. Not being able to control anymore, Hoseok wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You gasped at the sudden gesture. Why weren't you pushing him away? Because strangely, you felt good being in his arms. Without a thought, you lifted your hand and hugged him back. Hoseok's eyes widened when you responded. He was expecting you to push him away and then slap him. He tightened his hold and buried his face in your neck. You closed your eyes and stayed like that for a minute before pulling away. Hoseok muttered a quick apology and you replied with a small 'it's okay', turning away from him to hide your blushing cheeks.

The soft purr of the engine comforted you throughout the ride as you leaned on the window, feeling your eyes getting heavier. Maybe it won't be so bad to fall for him. Hoseok kept stealing glances at you while driving simultaneously. He saw your eyes drooping, knowing you were gonna fall asleep any minute now. Just as your head tilted down, he stretched out his arm, making sure your head rested comfortably on it. Even though it was gonna hurt, for you he was ready to endure it. He knew that soon you'd want him just as much as he wanted you, he couldn't wait for that day. Smiling at your sleeping figure, he shook his head before mumbling to himself.

"Nothing in this world can intoxicate me as much as you do. And I love it."

Park Jimin:

You descended the smooth stairs, trying to ignore the hangover headache and focusing on the bigger problem that you were soon gonna face. The problem being none other than Park Jimin. It had been a week since the night when you told him that you wanted nothing to do with him and it was better if you two stopped seeing each other. Of course, you were surprised when he simply nodded and assured you that you won't ever see him again but it was hard to forget the hurtful look that he carried with him. The man who was supposedly ruthless, let you go because you wanted him to? Well, that was new. Since that night, you had spent every second reminiscing on how happy you felt when he was around, despite having witnessed him killing someone in cold blood. You were just scared, although you knew he wouldn't hurt you. The decision was taken in the spur of the moment and you wanted nothing more than to hug him and kiss him while apologizing. But you figured that he would think of you as a gold-digger, wanting him and leaving him as and when you saw fit. So you cried your heart out and ended up in a bar to try and forget about him. As if things couldn't get worse, Jimin was there and he saw you drinking non-stop. It angered him to see you getting wasted in a place like this. So when you were stumbling on your way outside the bar, he carefully took you to his home instead. Anything to be close to you. Jimin was in despair, he thought you were happy with him, he made sure of that. But obviously, he should have known better than to take you with him to the warehouse where he handled all his problems. He didn't want to kill someone in front of you but that stupid man was making inappropriate comments, all directed to you. And so that night ended with you telling him to leave you alone. He couldn't imagine you getting hurt by a rival or a power-hungry newbie, hence, the decision of giving you what you wanted.

You bit your lip on seeing Jimin sitting on the couch, a number of papers scattered in front of him and his back facing you. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you thought of what to say. But Jimin beat you to it. "You're awake. Good, I hope you took the pills I left by the nightstand. Someone will be taking you home in some time so be ready." He said, not even turning to look at you. Jimin was trying so hard not to give away how bothered he was by your presence. He was positive that if he turned to look at you, he would lose control and do something you wouldn't want. Whereas you, you were hurt. His cold behavior was like a stab to the heart. He made it seem like nothing happened between you two. Without knowing, a tear made its way down your cheek. You missed him terribly and you regretted leaving the best thing that happened to you. When you didn't respond, Jimin had no choice but to turn and check if you were even there. He was sure he had heard your footsteps. His heart broke on what he saw, you wiping away a tear and looking anywhere but him, trying to hold in your sobs. "Y/N, why are you crying?" He asked, standing up from the couch, cautiously approaching you. Your eyes widened when you heard him, you didn't think he was gonna look at you until you left. You were caught off guard, not knowing what to say. Before you could even think, the words had already left your mouth. "I can't do this anymore."

Jimin frowned. Your voice was a bare whisper but he heard it. "You can't do what?" He questioned again, narrowing his eyes at you. With that, you let a cry out, quickly covering your mouth with the back of your hand. Jimin froze in his place, this was the second time he was seeing you cry, the first time being when you both met. "I can't stay away from you! This entire week I've been thinking of ways to just apologize but you already hate me!" You cried, shaking your head. Now it was Jimin's turn to be caught off guard. Did you really just say you wanted to be with him? Your legs gave away and you started to fall to the ground but Jimin wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place. He hugged you, his head resting on top of yours while you cried in his chest. "I didn't mean it when I said I want nothing to do with you. I was just...scared. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Jimin." You mumbled. You both stayed like that until your crying came to a halt. "Did you really think I could hate you?" Jimin asked, feeling upset with himself. You nodded, not wanting to say anything. Jimin broke the hug and placed his hands on your shoulders. "The only thing I'm incapable of doing is hating you. The past week has been a nightmare for me because you weren't here. I'd take you back in a heartbeat, Y/N." He said, wiping away your tears. Without another word, you kissed him. He immediately returned the kiss, his hands tangling in your hair. He had been dreaming of his lips on yours, feeling ecstatic that this wasn't a dream anymore. Breathless you both pulled away, leaning your foreheads against each other.

"You drive me crazy, I'm never letting you leave me again."

Kim Taehyung:

You carefully walked up the stairs with the cup of coffee in your hand. It was 1 AM and Taehyung had been in his study since he came home. You could tell it was one of those nights where he just wanted to be alone. In other words, nothing was happening the way he wanted it to. But you couldn't help yourself, you needed to know he was okay, even if he was gonna yell at you for entering his study which was prohibited. Reaching the door to the study, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door and opening it without waiting for an answer.

Taehyung had come home after finding out terrible news. Someone was threatening to kill you and the way they delivered the message wasn't very nice either. To say Taehyung was angry when he saw the dead body of one of his men bolted to the door of his warehouse was an understatement. The piece of paper stuck on the dead man's forehead which contained some horrible words directed to you only added fuel to the fire. Taehyung had marched into his study without even looking at you, he didn't want you to see him upset. Not that you would care about him. So when you entered his study holding a cup of coffee in your hand, he was shocked. He looked at you with a frown, watching your every move until you placed the coffee in front of him. "I made it less bitter, hopefully, it's up to your taste." You mumbled, clasping your hands behind you and looking down at your feet. Taehyung was the most ruthless yet generous mafia leader you had met. Correction. He was the only mafia leader you had met. But unlike what you expected, he took care of you in ways that touched your heart plenty of times. He paid for your mother's treatment and never hurt you once, causing your downfall into the endless pit called affection. You didn't want to say you loved him yet, you couldn't. Because despite everything, he still kept you in his house without your consent.

Taehyung stood up from his leather chair and took a step towards you, his proximity making you gulp. "Why are you here, Y/N? I told you not to enter this room, didn't I? Besides, it's late and you should be asleep." He said in a very calm voice. You slowly looked up at him through your lashes and bit your lip in nervousness. His eyes stared into yours, making you blush for some insane reason. You quickly looked away to avoid his gaze, taking in the interiors of his study. "I was just checking up on you." You stated, shrugging as if it wasn't a big deal. Taehyung raised his eyebrows at your words. Checking up on him? He tilted his head, looking at you from head to toe. What happened to you? "You seemed upset and you didn't even look at me when you came home. You also missed dinner. I was... worried." You sighed, finally meeting his gaze. Taehyung could feel his heart beating loudly in his chest. He couldn't believe the words leaving your mouth. When he didn't respond, you shook your head and went to sit on the couch right in front of where his table was. You leaned your back against the leather and stared at the ceiling, feeling embarrassed for even trying. "Someone wants to hurt you, Y/N." The words left taehyung's mouth before he could even think about them. You instantly widened your eyes and looked at him. "What?" You whispered, being caught off guard by his words. Taehyung's face turned serious as he walked towards you and kneeled down. He took your hands in his and looked at your scared face. "You heard me." He said, waiting to see how you react. This wasn't what you were expecting. You couldn't even begin to think about why someone would want to kill you. But for some reason, the news wasn't too scary. Because you knew he was with you. "You won't let that happen, right?" You muttered, looking at him with hopeful eyes. Taehyung smiled at your trust in him. He placed a hand on your cheek and caressed it. "Never." He whispered as you held his hand which was on your cheek. You slowly leaned forward and placed your lips on his forehead, his eyes closing at the contact. His heart was a mess now, he didn't want this moment to end. Only if he could stop the time. You pulled away and admired his face. He was truly an ethereal beauty. Opening his eyes, Taehyung gazed at you lovingly, kissing the palm of your hand as a blush crept up your cheek.

"I'd risk everything for you, if it meant having you by my side."

Jeon Jungkook

You glanced at the clock, groaning in frustration on seeing the time. 4:35 AM was no time to be awake and you knew that. But how could you sleep when Jungkook hadn't come home since he left the previous morning? Usually, you would be told if he was gonna come home late but this time there had been no calls. And the worst thing, you couldn't do anything but sit and wait. You stomped your feet and walked around the living room, looking at the door from time to time, as if that would make Jungkook come home. This was one of those times when you regretted everything you did. You had been nothing but cold to Jungkook since that day you stepped in his house. And even though sometimes you drove him insane with your attitude, he never lay a finger on you. You let out a defeated sigh and sat on the floor, burying your face in your hands. What if something really bad happened to him? What if he.........

You didn't even wanna think about it. "I'm sorry, Jungkook. Please come home now." Your voice cracked as tears stung your eyes. As if on cue, the door was thrown open and Jungkook staggered inside. You gasped and stood up, taking in his appearance. His face was twisted in pain due to the numerous bruises that littered his skin. Your eyes widened on seeing the blood on his shirt, seeping through from some wound on his abdomen that he clutched firmly. You ran to him and helped him stand straight before closing the door of the house. "Are you okay?!" You asked in a panic, not knowing what to do. Jungkook looked at you and frowned. He did feel a little drowsy but nothing he couldn't handle. He saw the tear on your cheek that had escaped your eye. He slowly reached his hand to touch your cheek and wiped the tear. "Are you crying, Y/N?" He asked, his voice a mere whisper. He felt happy seeing you cry, not because he was a psychopath but because it meant that you cared. And the fact that you stayed awake until this late, proved to him that you really did care. You sniffled and held his shoulder, trying not to meet his eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up." You mumbled and helped him to the bedroom. Once reaching the bedroom, you slowly moved to the bathroom along with a not-so-stable Jungkook. Sitting him on the counter, you grabbed the medical kit and tore apart his shirt before tossing it on the ground. Blood made you beyond squeamish and you really wanted to throw up but you held back. Patiently, you cleaned the large but shallow knife wound on jungkook's stomach and treated his bruises. "Y/N, you still haven't told me if you were crying. Was it because I came back alive?" He provoked you. You glared at him before cleaning up the bloody cotton swabs and bandages that lay around. You were hurt that he thought that way. You cried because he came back alive? Did he think you hated him that much? "Yeah right. I stayed awake until I got some kind of news about you only to have you ignore my calls. I worried my ass off and even thought of going out to find you myself. But of course, Y/N is only capable of hating Jeon Jungkook, isn't that right? You're unbelievable." You said, once again feeling the tears in your eyes. You never cried. You must be feeling too emotional. Without giving him another glance, you turned to leave the bathroom, gasping when his hand grabbed your wrist before turning you around to pull you close to him. Your noses almost touched, your hands were on his bare chest trying to maintain whatever distance remained. Jungkook tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You can't blame me, Y/N. Can you? I've been trying so hard to get you to stop acting so distant and cold. If you don't give me a chance then how am I going to show you how much you mean to me?" He asked, making guilt creep up your bones. He was right and you were already aware of that. After having a small internal battle, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, feeling him freeze at the sudden contact. Jungkook could feel his heart pounding so bad. This was the first time you had been so close to him and it was driving him crazy. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer if that was even possible. He buried his head in your neck and hummed at your scent. You were perfect. After a minute, you loosened your hold on him and prepared to pull away when he tightened his arms around you. "Just a minute more before you go back to being your old self." He said, making you frown at his words. "I won't." The words fell from your lips before you could contemplate them. Jungkook smiled, he was loving the way you were being a little more affectionate. He pulled away to look at you.

"I just wanna give you the crown you deserve, my Queen."

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Finally an update. It took longer than I thought. Also, I'm thinking of postponing the unearthly release date cause BTS'comeback is around that time? Consider this an apology update. Let's see what happens....

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