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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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Retirement.

Summary: Blood is something Bucky has grown used to but when he's covered in yours, he's sick. Don't worry, happy ending!!

Warning/Content: almost death, getting shot in the head, Bucky cries but finally gets everything he deserves 😅

Paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader

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"Buck -" The rasp comes from the piece in his ear, he barely hears it as bullets that wiz past the surface of his head and bounce off the ground. He's out of breath, gasping as he find shelter behind an abandoned car, pressing the piece closer.

"What is it? Did you get in?" He pauses, "We need those files."

"Buck, he has a gun, he has me. Compromised." His heart is already unsteady and those words only make it beat faster. A pit forming in his stomach instead, he hears a male voice in the background.

"Who has a gun?" The silence makes his brows crease, heart drop as his voice cracks. "Answer me!"

"He wants to know where you are and what files you want." Bucky let's out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding at the sound of your voice.

"Tell him, give him the drive." There's no hesitation in his voice. There nothing in this world he wouldn't do to save you, nothing else mattered. Not the mission and definitely not the data.

But you know this, he's hard headed but instead of listening to Bucky you decide to test the waters. Looking up at the man which isn't hard, he has you on your knees, hands out in front of you but a gun inches from your head. "He said fuck off, if you shoot me you'll never know."

"What are you doing? Give him the drive, now." The growl that emphasizes the last word would usually be enough to have you shaking, but you don't give. Despite how rough he sounds, he tries to soften it "That's an order, give it to him sweetheart."

"Oh, he said fuck off again."

Bucky body runs hot, adrenaline pumping through his veins, warming his entire body as makes a b-line for the building you disappeared into a short while ago. "Give him the fucking drive."

It's useless, he hears rustling and talking but nothing he can understand but that's until he hears you talk to fast he can barely understand. "Office, we are in the first office second floor."

It's music to his ears, a second of relief but he feels dizzy as the found of a gun going off through the comlink almost paralyzes him.

"Fuck!" He yells, as he calls your name repetitively but there is no answer.

Nothing can stop him, he's running so fast he can barely register. It's all a blur, up the stairs through the main office until the stench of blood greets him.

There you are, lifeless and surrounded by your own blood.

His hands grasp gently grasping your head, blood seeping through his gapped fingers as good heart drops. "No..no." he mumbles to himself, managing to turn you over. It's hard to breath, he can't even think, see over the tears that blue his vision. A large lump forming in his mouth, it seals his throat.

There's too much blood to see anything, it soaks your scalp and mats into the hair around it. His fingers blindly look around for an exit wound but nothing is there, instead his focus falls to the rise and fall of your chest, still breathing.

Eyelashes flicker again cheekbones, disoriented and confused as Bucky let's out a sign of relief while you crunch your nose together in pain. He takes a second, just one to lay his head on top of yours and thank anything - anyone.

"Where does it hurt? I can't see, your bleeding too much baby.." Bucky watches as your eyes flicker from his steel blues and your hand reaches up to run a knuckle again his jaw, feeling the course fine hairs there. "Hey, listen to me, where does it hurt?"

Following the path of your shaky fingers he lets out a sigh of relief, the bullet managed to just graze the side of your head. The spot is hot under his trembling plam, beginning to scab and the hair is ripped away but he feels so thankful in that moment.

"He missed." It's not funny but both of you can't help but laugh as your sense of mind is returning. Hues of yellow and blue already forming under both of your eyes, no doubt from the head trauma.Bucky feels one of your hands push against his chest which he responds by tightening his core.

"Get off, I'm fine."

The look he gives you is filled with annoyance, eyes widening as if he can't believe the words that came out of your mouth, especially since his pants are wet and sticky seeing he is actually kneeling in a pool of blood.

"Are you crazy? You will bleed out." Bucky is quick to rip a piece of material from a nearby blanket, wrapping it tightly around your head but keeps pressure with his palm. "You need to get stitched up before you bleed out."

"I'm fine." Trying to push him away again but the look he gives is warning enough so you don't fight him as one arm slip underneath your knees, and then other supports your head against his chest.

"Scared me." Is all he manages to mumble as he starts his ascend towards stairs, a small kiss pressed against the uninjured part of your head. It's gentle, filled with so many words as his lips linger there, more so to reinsure that the skin is warm, full of color and lively. "Don't ever do that again, please."

"Bucky I couldn't just give it to them." Something is placed into his coat pocket while you tap it with a small smile. Hooded eyes weak, threatening to close with every passing second. "So I didn't, it's safe, the morons didn't even bother to search me."

Great, the mission is still ago but he's frowning. "I don't care about the mission. I care about you risking your life for some file, you disobeyed my orders I told you to give it to them and to tell them. If that bullet was an inch closer you would have died."

Silence feel over the pair, nothing else to be said because Bucky was right. The agreement was Bucky was in charge, in order for you to come everything would be up to him, especially because you weren't supposed to be there in the first place.

"I'm sorry, Buck." Guilt creeping over, pressing a small kiss to the underside of his jaw. Small tears beginning to blur vision but you're not sure if it's from the look of disappointed and fear that line his handsome features or that fact that you were that close to death and blood is soaking threw the make shift bandage and trailing down the side of your head. "I should have listened."

"I need a medic." Bucky brings his wrist to his lips before laying his cheek against the top of your own. The heavy, swish of air from the helicopter does little to him, he still stands confident and strong as he speaks.

"Don't cry, doll. I'm not mad, I promise." He pauses but you can feel his hands trembling, heart pounding inside of his chest. "Just scared, I'm covered in your blood and i hate it."

***

He was right, from head to toe, smeared across his face and dying his hands pink even after scrubbing them effortlessly in the shower does little to get it off. The smell of your blood is still fresh, enough to crinkle his nose with distaste. Every time he looks down it's a reminder that he almost lost you.

When he enters the bedroom with a towel around his waist you look up, head still spinning but now the wound is stitched up, white bandages knotted behind your head. After the initial shock left your system you notice the side affects, right below where the bullet grazed, your right ear is ringing. You can hear anything and honestly, the doctors couldn't give a definite answer if it will ever come back.

"How your head, did the medicine start working yet?" Bucky asks, throwing on a pair on underwear and doesn't bother with anything else.

With a defeat huff you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as the bright light of the bathroom hurts. Bucky notices and shuts it off before curling up into the bed, legs entangling with your own as he presses a soft kiss against your neck.

A few more soft ones pressed against your cheeks, the warmth gathering the few tears that slip from your eyes. A hand runs through the soft strands of the involved side of your head, a soft hum of comfort vibrates against it. "Shhhh, it's going to be okay sweetheart."

As the underside of his hand comes back up to comfort you the pink hue catches his attention once again and a frown fills his features.

"I don't want to say this..." his words are rushed and desperate but he can't keep it in any longer. "Every time I close my eyes I see you there, in your own blood. I can't shake the feeling of your blood oozing through my fingers."

Bucky is never one to hold his partner back and to be honest he thinks you're one of the best agents he's ever met, skilled and smart but none of that will matter if you are dead. "I don't want you going on active missions anymore."

"You don't get to decide that." You argue, he fears the worse as your head moves from his hand, no longer seeking the comfort. "You can't do that."

"I need piece of mind, you're the only person I have left." He argues. The bright moon creates just enough light to illuminate one side of your face through the window. Eyes are black and blue and red shot, a popped vessel on the corner of your right eyes almost swells it shit. They're also puffy, no doubt from the wound and all the crying. In pain, agonizing pain, who knew getting shot in the head would give you such a bad headache? His soft hands find you again, pulling you close and gently for you face him.

One hand slides over the skin of the back of your arm, squeezing the muscle there as he presses an experimental kiss against your lips in fear you'll pull away. You couldn't if you tried, pull away that is. The smell of his soap overrides any other sense, his skin is soft and warm, his lips gentle as he strokes your hairline, pushing the hair away from your forehead. "I didn't say you have to stop, just be more careful about it, no more active missions but you can go after, make the arrests, still get in on the action."

"So let everyone else do the hard work while I sit on the sidelines? That not who I am."

"Please." He sounds desperate, blue eyes roaming over the soft features of your face, the wrinkle of irritation pinching lines between your forehead, the curve of your nose to the fullness of your lips. Beautiful, breathtaking, he's never loved something so much before. The fact that you're still laying next to him, breathing makes him want to cry.

So he does, unwanted tears fall in a messy, zig-zagged pattern as he hiccups. A soft, small hand finds his head, the buzz cut smooth under finger-tips.

"Bucky, baby.."

"I have lost everyone. My parents, my friends... Steve. I don't want to loose you either." A sound so sad, choked up and stuttering jumps his chest as he cries into your neck.

It's long over due, he refuses to speak about it. The last year of his life as been challenging to say the least, he's trying to adapt but struggling. Coming to terms of what he's done over the last 70 years but also learning how to love again, how to become human again.

Steve still haunts his dreams, his best friend, the man who saved him from Hydra, from everything is now gone. The one person who has been constant, his backbone but now he's finding that in you and honestly, his heart cant take much more.

"It's alright Buck, I'm not leaving you. I promise, I'm right here." It doesn't help, his heart his burning, chest crushing under the pressure of tears. The ball of emotion and growing and growing in the back of his throat, making it hard to speak. "You can't leave me.. you can't."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm okay."

"You're not okay, you can barely keep your eyes open. You have a gun shot wound in the side of your head! I felt it, your blood stains my hands. It's all I can smell. I thought you were dead... I can't take it."

What If he didn't miss? If Bucky had found you lifeless and cold?

"It's okay." You rub soothing circles to the middle of back, letting him cry it out. He needs it, he needs to talk about his problems, grow from them.

"What If we both stop?" Bucky's words silence you, "No more missions, we find a home, settle down. Just me and you."

The thought had crossed your mind more than once, a peaceful place to call your own with the man you love. Who knows what would happen? There's no doubt the pair of you would be bored out of your minds but can also gets jobs to fill the void, teach self defense classes.. start a family.

The thought alone makes your heart pound, so filled with love. "I want a normal life.. it's all I ever wanted. I can't imagine it with anyone else but I also need you safe. We can...." He's hesitant, not sure if they're the right words. "We can get married, get a home.. leave all this behind."

It's all so much, his words mix with the ache in the side of your skull but you don't need to think twice. The promise of Bucky forever is impossible to pass up on. "Yes."

"Yes to what?" Bucky's breathing is normal now, a few stray tears soaking your skin but his chest doesn't move. Like he's not breathing because he'll miss the words you say.

"All of it, to being your wife, to starting a normal life with you." After everything Bucky has been through, it's the least he deserves and you're going to give it to him. As his smile grows against your skin, you're breathless. Heart beating rapidly against his own and you swear you fall in love all over again.

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aliteama · 3 years

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♡Headcanons♡

S/O with a demon curse technique

Inumaki Toge

♡ Please he get’s so scared watching you regenerate, the first time you lost a limb or a vital organ he swears his heart stopped, If it’s a small cut he thinks it’s so cool watching it heal quickly and vanish as if nothing happened.

♡ When he finds out you’ll eventually live on forever or at least until you die he gets a little sad so please let him in on the demon reversal! Get’s so smiley at the thought of spending his life with you.

♡ Uses you to play pranks on the others, like he’ll have you

♡ Finds the whole concept of demons fascinating and can hear you talk about breathing techniques for days on end, gives you his best puppy eyes so you can teach him proper breathing forms.

Peering down at the stinging in your chest laid a gushing hole located little too close to your heart, dull pain flowing rushing to your veins as your cells rushed to heal themselves.

“Blast Away”

In an instant Inumaki was by your side placing pressure on your wound despite you insisting you were fine, crimson covering both your dark uniforms and seeping into the fabric to create an uncomfortable feeling. It wasn’t exactly ideal to be covered in your lovers blood and no matter how many time he had seen you get punctured like a pincushion the prodding thought of you dying crawled into his head and remained there.

“Toge I’m fine! just need a little time to heal is all” grimacing towards the curses remains you watched it turn to dust, “how annoying” agitation swimming in your mind at the fact that you managed to get hurt by some silly curse.

“Leaf Mustard?” shaking hands cupped your cheeks, they were warm and painted in blood yet the gesture was appreciated.

“Yes, I promise I’m ok”

Gojo Satoru

♡ If you can’t go into the sun he’s going to be gifting you different umbrellas to match with all your outfits, he got you guys those matching clear one’s as well because he likes to walk side by side and bump you with it.

♡ Gojo knows you can protect yourself but he can’t help but worry about what the elders would do to you considering their so old-fashioned and fear the unknown.

♡ Once he finds out about your demon abilities he will not leave you alone, going to be sparring with you constantly because he heard you mention a demon slayer mark ONCE and it’s all he’s thought about.

♡ Probably asks if he’ll turn into a demon too if you bite him.

♡ Slipping into the shade you watched the sun rise from the horizon, turning the cool toned sky turn warm, stretching an arm forward to meet the light and watch the skin boil you retracted whatever wasn’t burned away and let yourself regenerate.

“Weather says sunny skies all week long” a teasing grin appeared on Gojo’s face as he stepped into the shade with you, an arm hidden behind his back held a not so hidden umbrella.

“Were going somewhere”

“Just a little outing”

Holding up the umbrella he got down on one knee and presented it to you as if it were a sword, “A stunning red for my stunning date” swiping it from his hands you gave his head a soft whack at the cheesy line before undoing the velcro and watching a vibrant red pop up.

It really was a stunning shade of red, it contrasted the pale blue in his perfectly and made the white of his hair stand out “You use it” shoving the umbrella into his outstretched arms you saw the smile he bit back.

“I know I’m hot but I don’t get burned like you”

Rolling your eyes at his lame quip you made your way back inside to grab the faded blue umbrella you always found yourself reaching for, “I like this color of blue”

“Hmm, is it because it reminds you of me?”

“Perhaps”

Itadori Yuji

♡ Loves training with you because your strength is on par with his and he doesn’t have to worry about hurting you.

♡ Once said there’s a demon under his bed and he felt so bad and kept apologizing because he thought he offended you.

♡ Thinks your the coolest and keeps bragging to Sukuna about how he’s not the only one who can regenerate anymore.

♡ Ok all demons have sad backstories so if you ever tell Itadori yours he gets so sad like he’ll think about it for days and become super cuddly around you because he want’s you to know he’ll make this life better for you.

♡ Sweeping a leg under your opponents your watched him loose balance and fall back, swinging your sword over your shoulder you pushed the hilt into his stomach, “you loose.. again”

Letting out a loud whine Itadori pushed your sword away and rolled back onto his feet into a fighting stance, fists clenched and eyes honed as he charged at you once more. Inhaling a sharp breath you countered his strikes and aimed for any openings he left, when Itadori said no going easy he meant it. Dirt flew up as his body collapsed downward with a yelp “Your really strong!”

“So are you Yuji!”

“I think I’m done for today! I’m hungry..” placing a hand over his rumbling stomach Itadori looked up at you with excited eyes, “You don’t need to eat right? That must be really cool!”

Pushing a hand out for him to grab you pulled him up like nothing with a grin on your face, “I could always eat humans!” tugging his arm to your lips you bit down on the soft flesh gently before releasing him with a loud laugh at his shocked expression.

“It’s not funny! I really thought you might want to eat me!”

Throwing himself onto you Itadori clung to your body and let himself be dragged while you walked back to the main campus “Can you carry me?” with curious eyes you leaned down and let Itadori jump onto your back as he lout an overly excited ‘woah.’

“AH! Your way crazy strong! I wanna carry you next!”

Nobara Kugisaki

♡ Nobara loves watching you open your sword and see it regain it’s color, would never admit it but she secretly hopes you break it so she can see if a new sword means a new color.

♡ You once told her that her sword was forged from the strongest material and she tried to smash it with her hammer, she made a dent at most.

♡ She thinks your regeneration is super useful and doesn’t worry about you too much but get’s a little sad at the fact you can’t go shopping with her out in the day.

♡ Loves to hear you talk about everything you’ve seen come and ago for however long you’ve been around, likes to talk about development and never get’s tired of hearing your voice.

♡ If you’ve killed people Nobara isn’t going to hold it against you and she’ll try to put herself in your shoes so you don’t have to tackle everything on alone.

♡ Tall buildings illuminated by late hour offices and blinding street lights filled your vision, in awe at the lively night life, people passing by with their children and cars honking loudly in traffic. A firm hand held your and guided you around with ease as if she’s been here a hundred times, which she probably has.

If it weren’t for her you’d have been left in the crowd wandering aimlessly in and out of shops, insisting you go shopping with her Nobara paced around all day until the sun went down to drag you out into the bustling city. Stopping outside packed stored and peering into windows of little shops she was overjoyed at finally getting to spend time with you, nighttime was her favorite time as it meant you could travel to and from without worrying about the sun rays damaging your skin.

“Oh! That jacket would look really cute with the boots I got!” hauling you into another shop you sat outside the dressing room while Nobara laced her boots and slipped a neon jacket over her shoulds, “How do I look?”

“Amazing as always” with soft eyes you watched her give you a spin and show off the bright designs that littered the sleeves before switching out her shoes and shrugging the jacket off.

Radiating with joy she bought her items before letting you decide where to stop next, “Ah, I’m not too sure since a lot of places closed already”

Guilt knocked at your heart, if it weren’t for your technique the two of you could travel as far she wanted whenever she wanted without having to hide from the sun.

“I don’t mind though, as long as I get to spend time with you I’d be happy going anywhere”

Wrapping herself around your arm Nobara pressed a loving kiss to your cold cheek that seemed to gain some warmth at the affection given, “Are you sure?”

“Of course I am! Now let’s go”

As long as it was with her anywhere was fine.

#requests #headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #inumaki x reader #gojo satoru x reader #itadori yuji x reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #jjk x reader

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falling-pages · 3 years

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A bird? A bird: Hikaru x Haruhi

in which drunk Hikaru is a mood.

Hikaru Hitachiin x Haruhi Fujioka

Enemies to lovers, non-host club au, aged up au.

TW: Drinking

The disgust lingered in the back of his throat like iron, like a bad pill you swallow but not fast enough. He fumbled the chaser to his liquor, and now he was stuck with the gross aftertaste. The refuge of his office, where he gulped down air like water, could only last so long. He couldn’t even go out in the common area, break room or restroom without having to see her--and for that, for taking away his freedom and social butterfly antics, he hated her.

Every time he saw her cute little snarl and tight little bun and stiff black skirts enraged him, filling his blood with a heat he didn’t know how to deal with. Despite her short height, she held her nose in the air as she worked, the only way she could look down on everyone like she so desperately craved. Always propping up her law degree, well this and actually that, ruining any jokes he made with a deadpan stare. She messed with his head, distracted him from his work, and for that she must go.

As much as he had tried to get her fired--and he had tried--nothing made the boss budge. He tried pulling rank, as the head of the software department; he tried using his parents’ names; nothing worked.

She’s doing a stellar job, the bossman had said. And, she’s our lawyer. If we did fire her for no reason, she would sue us into the ground.

I do have a reason, Hikaru retorted. She annoys me.

It wouldn’t hold up in court, but it seemed good enough for him.

Hikaru inhaled deeply through his nose, grounding himself by gripping his desk. Surrounded by all his trophies and achievements, he still could only think of her. He had to handle this, or else he’d go insane, but he had no idea where to start.

Kaoru. Kaoru would know what to do.

He rose from his chair, taking one last look behind him at the stained glass city through his clear glass window. Despite it only being mid-afternoon, the city was pulsing and alive with color, birds dive-bombing for food, vendors hawking at passersby, tourists mixing and bumping into natives. Tokyo was loud, and crazy, and alive, where he knew he belonged and longed to be. Even nature was straining at its leash for the workday to end, eager to celebrate the Friday night.

He turned back and shut the lights off in his office, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked. His department was rather quiet, having given his employees the afternoon off. If Haruhi knew, she would chide him, but they were so far ahead of schedule that he couldn’t risk them burning out.

Once up the stairs and around the corner, he heard his brother’s voice laughing and chatting and speak of the devil, she’s here.

It shouldn’t have surprised him. Karou and Haruhi were surprisingly great friends; he tended to mellow her out, help her unwind from the stick up her ass. He just had that calming effect on people.

As soon as he saw her, Hikaru spun a 180 and turned right back around the corner, and Haruhi would have let him, but Karou intervened.

“Hika! Come over here!” he waved, a bright smile splitting his face. “Haruhi was just telling me how much she liked you!”

Haruhi seethed, switching to a guarded pose as soon as she saw him. “I certainly was not.”

“Oh, right, my bad, she was telling me how much she liked your latest game patch,” Kaoru apologized, but it was the furthest thing from sincere. “Tell us about how you came up with it. Haruhi would love to pick your brain.”

Hikaru smirked, testing the waters as he approached. “Is that true, Fujioka?”

She frowns, pushing her bridge up her glasses up her nose. God, those glasses. She looked so dumb in them, making her eyes seem so wide, so innocent, so...pretty. All he wanted to do was pluck them off her face and laugh as she jumped for them, reaching and whining.

“I mean, it’s original, for sure,” she said. His cheeks warmed at the praise, even as she squirmed. “And it should market well, and you didn’t infringe on anyone’s copyright this time.”

That wasn’t my fault. He took the compliment with a grain of salt, biting back, “Still in the whole get-up, I see. Not much for casual Fridays?”

As amber eyes raked down her body, Haruhi concealed the shiver that ran down her spine. “No, actually, because I didn’t go to law school to wear jeans every day at work.”

“You didn’t go to law school to become a smartass, either, but here we are.”

“OKAY!” Kaoru exclaimed, jumping up between them. “Friday afternoon, yeah? Any big plans for the weekend?”

Both instigators ignored him. “That’s the uniform, you know. We tend to be pretty laid back around here.”

“Lawyers can’t be laid back. Laziness and a laissez-faire attitude is how we get sued.”

Hikaru stretched, rolling his eyes. “Woah, woah, pardon your French.”

Haruhi shook her head, and a few mismanaged strands of hair fell from her bun to brush against her neck. Her pink lips perched in contempt, and she looked so fragile, squinting behind her thick-framed glasses, that he couldn’t help but notice how tight her shirt was, tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged so tastefully over her--

“Hika!” Kaoru suddenly exclaimed. “Honey wants to know if we’re still down for drinks tonight.”

His saving grace. “Oh, my God, yes,” he moaned, salivating already at the thought of tequila burning down his throat. Washing the week away was just what he needed, especially with the way this conversation was going.

And then Kaoru did the unthinkable: With his award-winning smile, he turned to Haruhi and asked, “Would you like to come?”

Hikaru could have strangled him.

But God heard his prayers, and the resident buzzkill shook her head. “Thank you, but sorry. I don’t drink.”

“No surprise there,” Hikaru murmured.

Kaoru definitely heard that, but if Haruhi did, she didn’t react. He shot his twin a look, a be polite etched into the lines of his brow.

“Sad,” Kaoru said. He bent over to pick up his work bag, stuffing his bento within and waving to Haruhi. “Maybe next time? We can go out for boba or something.”

Haruhi smiled--Hikaru didn’t think he had ever seen that before. It did something to him; suddenly, he felt as if his body was shaking, like his throat was full of needles, like he had taken one too many to the head.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said, and the smile disappeared when she looked at him. She gave them both a quick nod. “Have a great weekend.”

“Thanks.”

“See you Monday!”

Hikaru waited until they were out the door before punching his twin in the arm, hard enough to make him yelp.

“Dude, watch it,” Kaoru snapped, brushing over the mussed fabric of his cardigan sleeve. “It’s cashmere.”

“Stop flirting with her.”

Kaoru stopped in his tracks. A cloudy sky obscured the smirk on his face. “Woah, what’s got you so worked up?”

Hikaru kept stomping towards their subway stop, too lost in his own anger to notice who he had left behind. “‘M not worked up,” he retorted. “But you’re dating Kyoya. You shouldn’t be flirting with a girl.”

Kaoru skipped to catch up, joining him as they descended the stairs. “Kyoya said it’s fine if I flirt, as long as I come home to him every night.”

It took everything in Hikaru to keep him from shoving his brother into the sad, drab gray stone walls. He couldn’t put a finger on the irritation nettling just below his skin, or why the first layer of his heart seemed to simmer whenever he caught them talking to each other. All he could figure out was that it burned, and it made him hate her even more.

When he stayed silent, Kaoru knew he was right. He preened as he dug around for his subway card. “Boba isn’t a date.”

“Of course it is.”

“Then maybe you should ask her out on one.”

By then they were at the platform, waiting for their train. As the whistle signaled its approach, Hikaru very seriously considered pushing Kaoru onto the tracks.

“Tch. Over my dead body.”

“Then you can’t be jealous.”

“I’m not--”

Hikaru threw a punch when the train approached, distracting him and allowing Kaoru to live to see another day. As they hurried on, Hikaru couldn’t get his mind out of the gutter--or off her.

Jealous. Pshhh.

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“I dunno, senpai, she just….she makes me feel something. Whenever she talks to me it’s like my hands are on fire, and my head hurts, and I feel like….like she’s stabbing me. There’s something going on in my chest, like a, like a--a bird. There’s a bird or a butterfly or something with wings in my stomach, and I don’t like it.”

Hikaru knocked back a shot and signaled for another one, eyes bleary as he tried to find the bartender. There were three of them, or maybe that was just how blurry his vision was, but he didn’t care; as long as one of them saw him and passed him another round, he’d tip them the moon.

Mitsukuni watched his friend wave to no one, the effect of one too many fireballs in the span of just two hours. He hadn’t seen Hikaru this hammered since college--and now, at 27, it just looked more like a cry for help than an occasion to let loose. And without Kaoru, who had already gone home with Kyoya and the rest of their friend group, on babysitting duty, Mitsukuni was the one left to make sure he got into a cab.

“A bird?” he asked, watching as Hikaru swung his head in confirmation.

“A bird.” A bartender came back with another shot, handing it to the redhead and giving Mitsukuni a questioning look. He waved at him, confirming he was the babysitter, and the waiter turned back around.

“Tell me about that.”

Hikaru gripped his cup, tonguing at the rim like a sippy cup. “It’s fluttering around, Honey. It’s--hiccup--like, moving. Whenever I see her or talk to her my heart just begins to pound.”

Mitsukuni bit back a smile. His vodka cran lay forgotten on the bar, but this experience was just too amusing to violate with alcohol. “And what do you think that means?”

“Means she’s gonna kill me.”

“Kill you?” His eyebrows shot up. “Why is that?”

Hikaru slurped the shot, spilling some down his chin, and Mitsukuni was fairly sure it was just plain water. “Because. She’s mean, senpai. She looks at me like she’s studying, like she’s gonna slice me in half. Like...I dunno. Like I mean something to her.”

Mistukuni twisted his wedding ring, inching closer to the discovery. He’s almost there, almost recognizing what the rest of the friend group has known for months. “And if you mean something to her, why does your heart flutter?”

“Acid reflux.”

“No, Hikaru.” He gently swatted the other man’s hand down before he could ask for another drink. “It sounds like the beginnings of love, to me.”

Hikaru gaped, not a thought behind those eyes, until it hit him like a wrecking ball. His fist fell to the bar, thudding, but he felt no pain. Only existential dread and a rocketing realization.

“Oh.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh, fuck.”

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#ouran high school host club #hikaru x haruhi #hikaharu #hikaru hitachiin #haruhi fujioka #enemies to lovers #ohshc

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aethwrs · 3 years

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Let me help you

Agatha Harkness x Reader

A/N: I'm not really proud of this but I hope you like it. I'll fix the possible mistakes later.Also, please tell me if I should add any trigger warning.

TW: mental control, mentions of nightmares

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Silent streets, the loud sound of gusts of wind and large blood-red clouds covering most of the night sky gave the environment a gloomy appearance. Blasts of crimson red and purple magic were seen here and there, both coming from different witches who were fighting each other, their magic altering that chaotic environment in which lightning and thunder could now be seen and heard.

Agatha was trying to take Wanda's powers, while she was trying to save and keep standing that city that was the product of her sorrow and sadness, in which she now had her own family with the man she had lost time ago.

“You’re hurting these people, Wanda” Agatha's voice was present, causing Wanda to look up, finding the owner of that voice standing on the edge of a building with a malicious smile plastered on her face as she watched how a crowd of neighbors approached the red-haired witch, begging her to stop causing them pain.

“Stop this” Wanda muttered as she looked around and listened to the neighbours who begged to be released from her mind control, “Stop this!” She yelled, this time addressing Agatha who was watching the situation from above.

“I am not the one causing them pain, dear” she chuckled, her hands pointing to the people surrounding the other witch. “I just cut their strings”

Just seconds after Agatha said that, she watched as Wanda disappeared right in front of her eyes and without even having time to react, she felt cold hands settle on the sides of her head and then some red mist clouded her vision, her eyes turning the same color as that mist.

In the blink of an eye Agatha found herself back in that forest that was once her home but now, the memory of it only caused her nightmares and pain.

No, she couldn't be there.

No.

She didn't want to be there, not again.

"Agatha!" she heard the distant screams coming from among the tall trees. With Wanda closely following her, Agatha slowly approached the place from which those screams were coming.

Taking the place where she was that night, Agatha saw how her constant nightmare and worst memory was happening again, but unlike how it happened in dreams, this felt real.

"Harkness do something!" Agatha watched your face twist in pain as you screamed with all your might, for some reason your powers weren't working and you weren't able to defend yourself on your own. But no matter how much you yelled at her, young Agatha still didn't know how to use her dark magic to help and all she did was protect herself from the hunters with a barrier.

"I can't" Agatha murmured, more to herself than to you, she couldn't understand someone with as much power as you was unable to defend herself.

Your gaze full of fear and anger sought to make eye contact with the other young woman while you tried to resist the men's attempts to take you away.

"AGATHA!" Your voice reflected your pain, you were helpless. You were exhausted and did not know how long it would be until you passed out from the physical pain caused by a powerful force that you were not able to recognize. You felt how it drained the last traces of energy you had and before everything faded to black, you whispered, "help me"

Those were the last words Agatha heard from you and what happened next was just a blur.

Opening her eyes, Agatha found herself in the same situation as before. Wanda in front of her a few meters away and...no, it couldn't be real. Her mind was surely playing with her because otherwise, it would not explain what was in front of her eyes.

"I see you recognise her, don't you?" Wanda said in a mocking and sarcastic tone while one of her hands kept your head fixed looking at Agatha. It was you. Y/n. But how? "Cat caught your tongue?" The redhead laughed bitterly and she could swear that she saw Agatha's eyes soften in fear.

"Y/N...how?" Agatha yelled the last part looking at the young woman, who released one of your hands, letting you fall a few inches while you let out a small cry of fear.

"Harkness for the love of-" You started yelling at her right before Wanda silenced you. Oh it was you definitely, Agatha would recognize your kind and patient personality anywhere. You were struggling to get out of Wanda's grip, kicking and hitting but there's no need to say that it wasn't working.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, dear" the red-haired witch whispered in your ear, earning a death glare coming from the oldest witch.

"What do you want, Maximoff?" Agatha muttered as Wanda smiled evily.

"You leave me and my family in peace" She started, playing with a lock of your hair between her fingers, Agatha's eyes watching every single move she made. "and you two can stay alive"

"Let her go first" you rolled your eyes, still unable to say a single word while Agatha negotiated your 'freedom'.

"As you please" and with a flick of her hand, Wanda disappeared in a cloud of red smoke, letting you fall freely from the heights.

Knowing you would use your magic to stop the fall, Agatha stayed in her spot, surprising herself when the only thing she saw was how you didn't even attempt to save yourself and instead, you only called out her name.

Going as fast as she could, she caught you a few inches before you hit the ground, hands gripping your waist tightly to help you get on your feet.

"Are you really alive?" She whispered, fixing and taking out the dirt from her dress.

"I'm as alive as you are, Harkness" You coldly answered, tying your shoelaces and moving her out of the way, ready to go. "Now move"

"You didn't use your magic, why?" Agatha blurted out of nowhere, her eyebrows raised and a serious expression on her face. "And how are you here?"

"That crazy witch just pulled me into this dream town and surprisingly, I couldn't do anything" you sarcastically replied to her and emphasized the words 'dream town'. Rolling your eyes in annoyance you approached her, getting dangerously close to her face "guess why? oh yeah, I have NO MAGIC!"

Taking advantage of the closeness, she looked into your eyes. You were infuriated, yes, but your eyes also showed her how the pain bottled inside of you screamed to get out and take control of your body.

"What do you mean you don't have magic?" Although your closeness made her somewhat nervous, she simply decided to ignore it and continue her questioning.

"You see, for example, you can use spells and continue with your evil witch-style plans..." you began to explain with a false expression of joy and a calm tone of voice while moving your hands in the air as way of emphasizing your words "and I can't!"

The sudden change in your voice made her move slightly away from you, not because she was scared, but surprised. But who was she to judge you for being mad?

"You're as lovely as I remember you" she replied sarcastically, hearing a sigh coming from you.

"Same goes for you" you told her, your voice monotonous and cold, since you only wanted to leave that place but she was making you waste your time. "But now, if you excuse me, I have to go" You pushed Agatha aside, ready to go before she stopped you once again.

"You are so stubborn" she muttered under her breath and with a simple move of her hands, both of you appeared on her basement, your eyes quickly scanning every corner of the gloomy place.

"If I remember clearly, you used to like that" It seemed like you were just teasing her and if it were another time, she would have done it too, but the venom in each of your words made her realise how mad you actually were, so maybe the jokes should wait. "oh and for you to keep in mind, you just brought me here against my will...very villainous may I add"

"What I was trying to say is, I can help you" Evading any sarcastic reply she could think of, Agatha remained serious as she spoke.

"Why would I trust you?" You shrugged and asked without even looking at her while you inspected the books stored on the shelves.

"Because you know me" The brunette simply answered and pointed to one of the old books "and take that one"

"Do I really?" You turned to her with the book full of dust in your hands, determined to question everything you could, knowing how much it irritated her.

"As much as you probably hate me, you must accept that you need my help" Agatha gestured for you to come closer to her "You know I wouldn't hurt you so...let me help you"

"But you wouldn't protect me either" you whispered and chuckled, the words coming out of your mouth unintentionally.

"Y/n, about that day I-" she tried to explain but stopped once you stood in front of her handling her the book.

"I don't feel like talking about that now" you said softly, sighing and showing her a gesture similar to a smile that even if it wasn't one, gave her some hope.

"Then let's start with this book" Agatha added, leading you to a small altar in one of the corners. "We have a long way to go"

#agnes x reader #agnes imagines #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness imagine #wandavision x reader #wandavision #agnes

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Concert Craziness

(Okay so I found this in a random document and don’t think I ever posted it, but??? it’s adrinette so have fun reading lol)

Marinette squinted underneath the flashing lights. Color invaded her vision- blue, yellow, green, red. Music pounded in her ears, so loud she could feel the steady rhythm in her chest. It drowned out the screaming fans around her, who squeezed together as much as possible to fit in the stadium.

Now I know why Jagged’s concerts are usually outside. She thought to herself, pushing a few people back to keep her spot at the front. Marinette didn’t mind the chaos, though. After all, it was a Jagged Stone concert, one of her favorite musicians who’d personally invited her to come tonight. The headache she was going to get afterwards would absolutely be worth it.

Another shoulder bumped into her, and she sighed.

“Look, sir, if you wanted to be closer to the stage, you should have gotten here earlier.”

A chuckle came from her left- light and cheerful and something she’d recognize anywhere.

“Actually, I just wanted to say ‘hi’.”

Marinette whirled around, meeting a delightfully green pair of eyes. Heat rushed to her cheeks. “A-Adrien! I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Yeah, I managed to get a photoshoot done early so I could come.” He smiled. “It’s cool to see you here too. Concerts are always better with friends.”

Marinette giggled, ignoring the small jab he accidentally made. At least he wanted to hang out with her, right? That counts for something.

“You know, this is Jagged’s last song for the night, but I have a backstage pass. Would you.. wanna come see him with me?” She asked somewhat shyly.

Adrien’s eyes sparkled at the very thought. “Really? Can you do that?”

Marinette’s insides blossomed with an overwhelming warmth, and she giggled. For that smile? I can do anything.

“Course. I’m sure Jagged won’t mind one extra person.” She assured, waving her hand. So far so good. Adrien was going to go backstage with her! All she had to do now was remember to breathe.

His shining grin widened, and wow, so much for remembering to breathe. She’s never going to know how to inhale oxygen again. “Ah, you’re the best, Mari. Thanks so much!”

“A-Anytime.” She managed, completely lost in his.. well.. everything. I mean, what was there not to love about Adrien Agreste?

The song ended a few minutes later, starting the rush of the crowds to either get Jagged’s autograph or exit the building. Marinette and Adrien tried to stick together, but with everyone moving in different directions, the task seemed impossible.

She nearly jumped onto the stage itself when the soft touch of Adrien’s fingers wrapped around her hand.

“Sorry, I just don’t want to lose you. Is this okay?” He asked, ever so slightly brushing his thumb across the back of her hand.

Marinette sucked in a breath to calm herself. It would be plain embarrassing if she full-on fainted in front of him now.

“Sure! The hand, it’s great. I mean, you can handle me if you want to- I MEAN-” She cut herself off with a groan and pinched the bridge of her nose. Then, with all the dignity she had left, Marinette gave his hand a light squeeze. “This is perfect, Adrien.”

He simply smiled at her, so soft and vibrant and- gosh, how could anything be allowed to look so beautiful?

Despite the intoxicating feeling of his touch invading every corner of her being, Marinette guided them through the chaotic fans and eventually found the entrance to Jagged’s dressing room. She opened the door, quickly slipping through and pulling Adrien with her. People can be ruthless in their ways of getting Jagged’s attention. The last thing she wanted was to invite a throng of crazy people into his private space.

“Is this part of the backstage pass?” Adrien asked wide-eyed.

Marinette couldn’t help a smile. “Not exactly. You could say it’s part of my backstage pass.”

Before Adrien could question the comment, another door across the room from them swung open, and in walked Jagged Stone himself.

“Penny, remind me to never do an indoor concert again. Why didn’t you tell me we’d have less people in a closed area?” He said, setting his guitar on his chair. It was then he spotted the two of them, and Marinette gave a small wave.

“Marinette! How’s my favorite niece?” He beamed, coming over to give her a hug. She hugged him back, only a little disappointed that she had to let go of Adrien’s hand to do so.

“Niece?” The boy in question spoke up, jaw practically on the floor at this point. “You’re related to Jagged Stone?”

The two laughed at his expression, and Jagged quickly jumped in to explain.

“She’s my honorary niece. We’re not related by blood, but I count her as my lovely niece despite that.”

Adrien nodded dumbly, seemingly too stunned to form words.

“So who is this anyway?” Jagged continued, glancing at Marinette. “He a friend of yours?”

Marinette swallowed a nervous laugh and nodded herself. Yep. Friend. That is absolutely all he is. I totally don’t want him to be anything more.

“Uncle Jagged, this is Adrien. He’s one of my friends from school.”

Recognition washed over his features. “Oh, yeah! He’s the boy you’re always telling me about, right?”

A squeak escaped her lips, the tip of the iceberg to the emotional turmoil he’d just thrown her into.

“I-I talk about everybody!” She blurted out, face burning.

Adrien and Jagged gave her a questioning look which only made her want to sink deeper into a hole and never resurface.

“Well, I’m super excited to meet you.” The blonde remarked, graciously changing the subject. “I have all of your CDs.”

Jagged straightened with pride. “Course you do, kid. My music is sensational. Would you like an autograph?”

Adrien gasped. “Really? I mean, yes! I’d love one! I don’t have any paper with me though.”

“Oh, that’s alright. Tell you what,” Jagged opened his vanity drawer, digging through it for a moment before pulling out two pieces of paper. “I’ll sign these two backstage tickets to my next concert, and when you come, you can get an official signature. My only condition is that you take Marinette with you.”

Marinette had half a mind to just curl into a ball and die on the spot, especially when Jagged winked at her. Thankfully, Adrien was too excited to notice the exchange and eagerly took the tickets.

“Deal!”

Penny cleared her throat behind them, taking pity on Marinette herself.

Jagged gave his agent a disappointed look. “Aw, I’ve got to go. I promised a few interviews for the press.”

He turned back to Adrien. “Don’t forget our deal, alright?”

Marinette face-palmed, but Adrien just grinned.

“I couldn’t if I tried!”

Jagged chuckled. “Then I’ll see you there. You too, Marinette.”

She forced a smile. “Yep, I’ll see you.”

Penny shoo-ed them out of the room after that, insisting they had no more time to waste. The door closed behind them, leaving Adrien and Marinette in the crowded area of the stadium again.

Arms wrapped around Marinette’s shoulders, and she squealed despite herself as she was abruptly pulled against Adrien’s chest.

“Marinette, that was amazing! You’re amazing! Thank you so much!”

Just like that, she was putty in his arms, dissolving into a stuttering, blushing mess. “Amaz- me? No, I- you’re the amazing one. I mean- Jagged’s amazing.”

“I can’t wait to go with you to the next concert!”

Oh, right. They were going to do this again. She was going to officially attend a concert with Adrien Agreste. Marinette supposed there were worse ways to die.

“I have to go before Father gets upset.” He said, finally pulling away from her and taking his warmth and sunshine with him. “See you at school.”

“At the.. Yeah..” She muttered. How her hand came up to wave at him as he passed she’ll never know.

Adrien Agreste just hugged her. He held her hand, and told her she was amazing.

Oh, yeah. The headache was definitely worth it.

#adrinette #Adrien Agreste #Marinette #Jagged Stone #Miraculous Ladybug

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ohmyitsfaith · 3 years

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Million Dreams

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: “If you do song fics could you do a Five one inspired by a million dreams from the greatest showman thank you” -Requested by anonymous

Warnings: Nothing, pure fluff

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: Is this what a song fic is?? Did I do good?? Anyway it was really fun to write pure fluff for once and yeah... Sorry that it took so long. I’m really struggling with a bunch of things, but I definitely wanted to do this. So hope you like it! Enjoy!💜

„I close my eyes and I can see The world that’s waiting up for me That I call my own Through the dark, through the door Through where no one’s been before But it feels like home”

Five was standing on the edge of the cliff, eyes closed, enjoying the last of the rays of the sun that hit his face. He wasn’t afraid, he actually enjoyed the rush of adrenalin that coursed through his veins.

He really enjoyed the day, it was comforting for him. He enjoyed being outside, especially in the forest. He enjoyed feeling the sun of his skin, the slight breeze that passed through the trees. He also liked the smell that you could smell throughout the forest as he climbed up the mountain. As he opened his eyes, he saw the whole city in front of him.

„They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy They can say, they can say I’ve lost my mind I don’t care, I don’t care, so call me crazy We can live in a world that we design”

And as the light breeze blew his hair, nothing mattered anymore. Not that he had an awful past. Not that he had blood staining his hands forever. Not that his life was crazy. He just felt calm. He felt at peace. It was not a feeling he was used to. But it was definitely a good feeling. He enjoyed it.

The sun finally disappeared behind the buildings, leaving him in darkness. He sighed, sitting down on the cliff, deciding to enjoy the cool night before heading back to the camp. He lay back, looking up at the sky and just enjoying the beautiful sky.

„’Cause every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it’s gonna take Oh a million dreams for the world we’re gonna make”

He heard the familiar footsteps before seeing the face of the only person he wanted to be around all the time without missing a second.

“Hey” came the soft voice that was music to his ears.

“Hey” he whispered and sat up.

The dark figure steppes into the light, the stars shining on their face. Five smiled slightly as the person sat down next to him, getting a clear look at their face.

“Y/n” your name left his lips as a breath, so soft and gentle.

“Are you enjoying the night?” you asked softly.

Five nodded, still admiring your face. He was just so in love with you. And the star light was just making you look more perfect in his eyes. You looked breathtaking. And Five was forever thankful for being able to see that face.

„There’s a house we can build Every room inside is filled With things from far away The special things I compile Each one there to make you smile On a rainy day”

You met Five’s gaze and saw the soft look in his eyes. A small smile appeared on your face and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Then you stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Come. We should go eat then sleep.”

Five was dazed by your kiss, but followed you to the camp where your little tent was standing. There was a small fire already burning, giving out warmth into the cool night.

“I packed some sandwiches and fruits for dinner” you said softly.

“Thank you” he said, grabbing the sandwich as he sat down next to you.

“Of course” you smiled at him.

He sighed as he took a bite from the sandwich. He was still learning right and try not to starve himself. But you were helping him a lot.

To be honest, Five can be thankful for so many things regarding you. You helped him through PTSD stuff, his anxiety attacks, his bad habits he picked up in the post-apocalyptic world. He was finally happy. And it was a great opportunity for him to heal that you guys lived together in the Academy. You both had your own rooms, but most nights are spent with the other. Sometimes you’re in his room, other times you’re in yours.

„They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy They can say, they can say we’ve lost our minds I don’t care, I don’t care if they call us crazy Runaway to a world that we design”

“You okay?” you asked Five, when you saw him staring into nothingness.

“Yeah” he breathed out, getting out of his daydream.

“Okay. Do you want some fruit?” you asked, looking into the basket.

“No, I’m good” he said and when he saw your look, he let out a breathy laugh. “I’m good. Seriously. I’ve eaten enough for the night. I’m not starving myself, I know better now” he said, trying to reassure you.

“Alright” you nodded.

Five smiled and grabbed your hand, pulling you up.

“What are you doing?” you giggled.

“We’re watching the stars” he said, pulling you out to the clearing.

He sat down before pulling you down into a lying position. He held your hand with one of his hand and the other was underneath his head. You watched him for a bit, just admiring his calm features before finally looking up at the starry sky.

„Every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it’s gonna take Oh a million dreams for the world we’re gonna make”

You heard Five breathing out, a big sigh that made it seem as if he let go of all of his worries. You squeezed his hand and he turned his head towards you. The look in his eyes would’ve surprised you at the beginning of your relationship, but after these years, it didn’t. Instead it made your heartbeat faster. You were so glad to be with him and you knew he felt the same.

“I love you” you whispered.

“I love you” he whispered too, shifting closer to you, resting his forehead against yours.

His eyes closed and so did yours. Five felt peaceful, feeling the warmth of your body and your breath fanning his face. He was glad to lay like that. It was nice.

“I think we should go in and sleep” you whispered.

“But I don’t want to” he said.

“I know, but we really should.”

“We have all the time in the world.”

“I know” you giggled. “And I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else but you.”

“But?”

“But I wanna go in and sleep” you giggled and Five let out a smile too.

“Fine” he sighed.

„However big, however small Let me be a part of it all Share your dreams with me”

You stood up and pulled him up. Before you could escape, he pulled you in by your waist. You giggled and put your hands on his chest, playing with his grey sweater that you bought him.

„You may be right, you may be wrong But say that you’ll bring me along To the world you see To the world I close my eyes to see I close my eyes to see”

He held your face in his hands and just admired your beautiful face. And when you finally met his gaze, he started to lean in. You gladly met his lips, kissing him softly. Although this must have been the millionth kiss you guys shared, you both sill felt the same sensation that you did when you shared your first kiss. You were instantly perfectly in sync with each other and since you guys were so in love, it was just the best feeling you ever felt.

You were both glad that you had the other. All your live you just wanted to find someone who would love you the way you do them. And when you met, it was like you were destined to be together. Neither of you believed in the existence of soulmates but after getting together, you couldn’t imagine any other possibility. And even though you guys went through a lot of trouble to get together, and even in your relationship there were lot of problems because of the traumas, you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, than your current partner. What made your relationship even better is the fact that you weren’t just lovers but also best friends.

„Every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams, a million dreams I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it’s gonna take A million dreams for the world we’re gonna make”

Five pulled back with a sigh and rested his forehead against yours. His eyes were still closed as he caught his breath and you just admired his face.

“I love you so much, Y/n” he whispered, his brows furrowing.

You leaned back and put your fingers on his brows, making the muscles relax. You pecked his lips before whispering.

“I love you more.”

“Impossible” he let out a breathy laugh as he looked at you.

“It’s true though” you smiled.

“You can’t love me more if my love for you is eternal” he reasoned jokingly.

“Well my love for you is twice eternal.”

Five’s laugh came straight from his heart this time. It was music to your ears and a smile took over your face.

“Come on lover girl. We need to sleep” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. You pulled him into the tent, ready to spend the whole night cuddling with him and achieving a peaceful sleep with him.

„For the world we’re gonna make”

[Masterlist]

#five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x y/n #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy x you #the umbrella academy x y/n #the umbdrella academy five #tua x reader #tua x you #tua x y/n #tua five

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felswritingfire · 3 years

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Umm new follower here. I would like to ask if your are still doing the hand holding prompts??? Could you do it with Shinya? Pleaseeeeeeeeee I would really like read something like it. Many THANKSSSSSSSSS

G-

*throws angst*

You never specified a number so I went CRAZY-

If you wanted something fucking fluffy tho, feel free to send another message!

But I give you two prompts for the price of one UwU

TW: violence; mentions of blood; the start of a panic attack; mentions of broken bones; psychotic behavior (Perun)

#5. Reassuring Squeeze

#4. The last time

Your chest trembles, the weight of the situation finally crushing down onto you as you realize there’s no way out of this. You can hear the pained cries of your friends- the frantic yelling as they’re rounded up and placed in… You can’t see much through the crack in the wall, but you’re more than positive it’s an amphitheater. Or at least similar to one: it sits deep in the earth, the seats that descend into it are curved into a long arch, all of them pointing to a middle that’s white marble- a stark contrast to the burning smoke and charred remains of buildings and people that surrounded. You can see your friends and almost friends being placed in seats, all bound in chains and all of them looking exhausted. Some continue to struggle even as they’re dragged out- but a sudden slam of the head against the marble usually cuts the struggling in it’s steps.

Your eyes strain to look at your Summoners- all of them having been treated to the same process: you note that Kengo still hasn’t moved, a red splotch on his temple where he got struck by Temujin. Toji's head keeps tipping back and forth (you would be grateful to Sanat that he had kept his strength in check, but your chest is burning hot with anger and desperation- you have no forgiveness in you).

You can feel your eyes burn as you lean back on your calves, the soreness of your knees lost on you as a broiling guilt sits heavily at the bottom of your stomach. Your nails dig into your thighs. You feel sick- your mind feels hazy, muddled, as everything begins to spin. Each breath you take gets shallower each breath you suck in. Your chest is hurting-

“(Y/N)-” it takes you a moment, but you look up, still trying to control your breathing. Shinya is shuffling closer to you, Cupid on his shoulder looking worse for wear (an oddly clear side of your mind is surprised that they let him keep him with him. Some fucked up power move, you’re sure); the tiny angel stares at you with big eyes, Shinya holding him back with a bruised hand as he moves to hop to you- “Is- is it ok to touch you?”

You can see the way his shoulders tremble, how red his eyes are. He’s as bad as you. You nod your head- your hands reaching out to him.

He takes you in his arms, his touch so light that you feel like glass. Maybe you’re as fragile as glass right now- because you feel yourself melt into his chest and the tears you were fighting back so hard before slipping down your cheeks. You can feel Cupid slip down Shinya’s shoulders to rest in the crook of your neck- so close you can hear the unnatural creak to his wings and suddenly you know why they let Shinya keep Cupid.

Your heart throbs as you feel his chest tremble and Cupid nestle further into your neck, his tiny hands grasping for the strands of your hair, a wet patch grows against your neck where Cupid has his face buried against. You bring a shaking fingers up to cradle Cupid's body, as gently as you can muster (he cooes at the contact), as your other hand comes to rub against Shinya’s back. “It’s alright,” you croak. “It’ll be alright.”

Shinya hums, forced and uneven, as he pulls away from you and laces his fingers with yours. You feel a pang of worry when you notice that he can’t curl his ring and middle finger, they sit at an odd angle and a black bruise that spans from the tip of his fingers to the middle of his palm. “You’re always so strong-” he squeezes your hand (at least to the best of his abilities) and rests his forehead against yours- “always so brave no matter what. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Cupid’s hair tickles you as he nods his head, nuzzling against your cheek. “No,” you say, breathless with a giggle. “I’m not brave at all- just stubborn.”

“Braveness comes in all shapes and sizes, my Darling.”

You giggle again, pressing yourself closer to him as he untangles your fingers and instead wraps his arms around you. Cupid slips from his home beside your neck to wedge himself between your’s and Shinya’s chests (minding his wings). The three of you rest like that, basking in the contact with each other despite the overwhelming ache that throbs in your heart for your friends. You note that the sounds of struggling have died down; you raise your head, Shinya’s hands resting on your waist and Cupid crawling back up to sit on his shoulder. You move to look back out the crack in the wall when the sound of scraping metal startles your attention to the heavy metal door that sits on the far side of the room.

You move back to Shinya, putting your body between him and the little angel that glares at said door from his shoulder. You feel him grasp your hand, squeezing with what strength he has left. You can feel your palm grow clammy with sweat as the door swings open with a sombre groan.

Perun’s heavy footsteps echo through the otherwise silent room. You glare up at him, the grin on his face ugly and sadistic. “Hello, little bird.” He kneels down in front of you making a gesture that one would make at a scared dog to get them to come to them. “I hope you’re comfortable- you are at the peak of luxury here after all.” It’s mocking how he says it: sarcastic and demeaning.

You don’t say anything instead choosing to continue glaring at him.

“Ah? Going to give me the silent treatment?” He lets out a long sigh, leaning back on his haunches as he lets his eyes drift around the room, an easy smile on his lips. You felt tense as you waited for him to make a move. His eyes drift back to you, the corners of his eyes crinkle and the creak of worn leather reaches your ears before a white pain bursts against your cheek and a thundering crack bounces off the concrete walls of the room.

You barely feel the way your head collides with the floor, Shinya’s voice muffled as he cries your name. His grip slips from your hand as you’re suddenly hoisted up by your hair- you’re almost afraid you’re going to be scalped, the pain is so searing. You feel tears wet the corners of your eyes as your head is wrenched back, your neck bending at an awkward angle making it hard to breath. You feel his breath ghost against your cheek. “You better watch yourself or your two little angels over there won’t have a happy ending.”

A sharp yelp and a panicked chirp catches your attention and you can see Temujin sitting on top of Shinya, knee pressed against the middle of his back as he pulls Shinya’s arm at a painful angle, his eyes murderous as he focuses on the struggling man beneath him. Volkv has Cupid in a tight hold in his fist, squeezing too tightly and causing the tiny cherub to let out painful chirps.

“N-no! Don’t!” You choke, struggling to orient yourself enough to push towards the two. Your vision bursts with colors as you pinch nerves in your neck.

“Shh, shh-” Perun hushes, his free hand moves to caress your check, the rough leather hurts your raw skin. “Don’t cry, don’t cry- You can’t look weak in front of your soldiers down there- now can you?”

You let out a pained wheeze as his tilts your head back further.

“Well?”

“I wouldn’t cry in front of you anyways.” It’s broken but you hold a satisfaction for the pure venom that bleeds into the words.

Perun laughs, nuzzling his head against the side of your neck. You feel sick. “Good, good-” you let out a ragged breath as he finally lets go of your hair, your head falling viscously forward- “you’ve alway been such a good pet, haven’t you? Just for me.”

You glare up at him again, though now you're seeing two of him. He grabs the back of your neck, dragging you up to your unsteady legs.

“Temujin. Volkv. Let go of those two would you?”

You breathe a sigh of relief as Temujin and Volkv both let go of Shinya and Cupid (Volkv having tossed Cupid onto Shinya’s back).

Perun’s other hand quickly latched onto your arm and twisted it behind your back, the bones creak painfully. You hiss and he digs his chin into your shoulder, his teeth brushing against the skin of your neck. You grimace- you felt dirty. “This is all your fault you know?’ He whispers, grip tightening on your arm. “I have to reset the loops- I have to fix them, you know? If only you had done right in the beginning. None of this would be happening.” He’s dragging you out of the room as he continues to speak, you kick your legs, your heels catching on the pavement of the floor.

You watch as Shinya lunges towards you just to be caught by Temujin and Volkv and dragged back. You’ve never seen him struggle so much- never heard him raise his voice so much. You feel heart breaking as the door shuts on him with a resounding clang as you cling to the last bit of warmth from him against your palm. Trying to pretend that the overbearing warmth against your back is Shinya.

#this was #hella fun to write #tokyo afterschool summoners #sfw #housamo #housamo imagine #not a reblog #x reader #gender neutral reader #nonbirnary reader #shinya #cupid #thank you dear!#angst #tw: violence #tw: mentions of blood #tw: panic attack #kinda #tw: psychotic behavior

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Fortune Teller! Park Jimin - I Wanna Take You Down My Path

So huge credit to @smallestplanets on Twitter for the inspiration behind this imagine. To my knowledge the requesting person got permission from the artist for me to use this as inspiration. Let me emphasize that I take no credit for this art or the idea of a fortune teller alternate universe. If the owner of the artwork would like me to take the picture off this post then I will. That being said you should go support them because their art is top tier!

Credit for this ask goes to @youmaiiwasherebeforeu

hallo! can u please make a oneshot w explicit smut and fluffo of dis fortune teller jimin and oc?? like timid and quiet oc w this DOMINATING man. if ur not ok w this than it's ok. I asked the artist who created this masterpiece permission to ask for a oneshot using their piece. if u do make this, please include this ask in the post as well. @smallestplanets requested this.

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Disclaimer- Nasty Time with a dude you just met....hehe VERY SLIGHT Bloodplay

Okay so I didn’t do that much smut...sorrryy! If you want I can rewrite it! Or something else you might want!

LEGGO

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There was nothing like the Summer Festival that rolled around every year. It was like the citizens set aside their differences and just have fun. Everyone was so happy. You just adored the smell of fresh flowers showering from up above. People wore all sorts of fun colorful costumes that lit up the festivities even more.

“Y/N! You’ve got to see this!” one of your friends called you over to a street performer. A singer with a guitar, wearing a large sparkling purple top hat with a matching blazer. You joined the crowd in hearing the man sing. You were so lost in the music that you didn’t notice the man standing right across from you in the little circle the crowd had made around the performer.

You had found it in yourself to look up. He was looking right at you, so your eyes met almost instantly. You held back a slight gasp. This man was dressed in a crisp dark grey jacket with an ivory colored shirt underneath. His hair had looked like he had just rolled out of bed and the wind wasn’t helping either.

“Hey Y/N! we’re gonna go on the rides! We’ll catch up!”

You didn’t even process your friends parting ways with you. You felt like he was trying to study you. You would have stared longer had somebody not completely rammed into you, sending you straight to the floor.

“Owww” You whined.

“Allow me.” a soft spoken voice cut through the air. The same man from before was standing above you, his pale hand outstretched towards you. “That looked painful.”

“Thank you.” you didn’t think twice before lacing his fingers within yours. You stood to your feet.

“First time?”

“Excuse you?” you were a bit taken aback. “W-what did you just say?” you raised an eyebrow.

“At the festival.” he clarified, a slight smile teasing the corners of his mouth.

“Oh...No. I come here every year.” you replied, suddenly feeling very silly. “I’ve never seen you here before.” you tried to make conversation. “I mean, is this your first time here?”

“I like to be in the background.” he shrugged. “I’m surprised you haven’t stumbled across my booth.”

“Booth?” you repeated. Maybe it was because you always hung in the back, but you’d remember someone looking like him around.

“Yes.” he nodded, that teasing smile still gracing his face. “Interested?”

Something in you trusted him, even though you had just met him. He seemed welcoming, inviting even. “Hm, what’s the matter? Scared.”

“No.” you scoffed, laughing a little. “It’s just I don’t know your name.”

“Right, I just didn’t expect to get this far.” he shoved his hands in his pocket. “Guess I didn’t see that one coming.”

The way he said ‘that one’ made you curious.

“I’m Y/N.” you smiled.

“Jimin.” he replied. “Feel like taking a chance on the future?” He removed his right hand from his pocket and held it out to you, waiting.

“Fortune teller?” you guessed.

“I like to think of it as...a guardian that leads people on the right path. I wanna take you down my path.” he winked.

Call it adventurous, call it crazy...but you wanted to know more. So you grabbed his hand. “You knew I’d do that didn’t you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“No...but I was hoping.” he winked. Jimin began leading you to a tent looking room with black curtains. “Take a seat.” he let go you you, leaving your fingers cold. There was a table with two chairs on either side. There was a deck of cards, three white candles, a strange looking blade, all sitting on a red velvety tablecloth. You sat in the chair closest to the entrance of the curtain.

Jimin sat across from you, his aura now completely different. He seemed focused, intent on breaking down your barriers to see through you. Your eyes darted down to the strange knife, which was about to slide off the table.

“Hey, be carefu- OUCH!” You tried to grab the handle, only to have it slide off the table and nick you in the process. Your index finger was bleeding. The wound wasn’t deep enough to require medical attention, but it hurt like hell.

“I knew that’d happen.” Jimin’s voice didn’t waver nor change.

“Shit. I’m such a klutz.” you complained. “Sorry about that-”

“No worries. Give me your hand, I’ll help you out.”

Without thinking, you held your hand out. You though that maybe he had a napkin on him or something. You were taken aback to see Jimin raising your hand to his mouth.

“What are you-”

His tongue darted out and slid down your finger, You could feel his wet tongue slither around your finger. You could see the red collecting on the tip on his tongue.

It took a minute to snap out of it. but your hand back.

“I don’t know what you problem is bu-”

Before you could finish your statement you saw something flash before you eyes.

You were laid against a plush surface, writhing under a scorching hot body. Sweat ran down your back.

“I knew you were mine the minute I laid eyes on you.” a voice cut through the air. “Mine, m-mine.”

“Hey Jimin! Come look at this!”

“Must we stop and look at every cute animal we come across?”

“Umm yes?”

“Jimin, don’t you ever get tired of knowing the future? Doesn’t that take the fun out of life?”

“What do you mean?”

“Knowing everything before it happens...Seems kinda sad.”

“Well that’s one way of looking at it. I never thought of it that way”

...

“P-please don’t make me order by myself!”

“My darling it isn’t that bad.”

“Do you want the world to explode?!”

...

You had no idea what the hell just happened, and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. “What the hell was that?”

“Your future.” Jimin’s voice was wavering. Almost as if he wasn’t expecting that ‘vision’. “And apparently mine.”

“Oh.” You went completely quiet now. You had no idea how to respond. “W-wow.” Suddenly you were overcome with a large bounty of fear. You literally just saw you future with a man whom you just met. How the hell were you supposed to respond?! You instantly felt small. As if you were shrunk down to size and the world was way too big to navigate through.

“Um...I should go.” Jimin rose to his feet and left without another word. He disappeared through the curtains and didn’t look back. You stared longingly, part of you hoping he’d return.

...(Hours later)

You hadn’t run into your friends all afternoon, and you were too in a daze to even try and look for them. Last you saw, they were headed for the circus tent.

The festive bright colors had dulled to red, black, and purple as far as the eye could see. It looked straight out of a vampire romance novel. You tried not to think about Jimin all day since your interaction, but you couldn’t.

“You know what, fuck him.” you seethed. “He’s lucky I didn’t call the cops on his ass.” you stopped in place.

“Free mask?” a woman came up to you, holding out a gem encrusted masquerade. “Enjoy the festival the right way.” She had white gloves on that matched her own mask that covered her entire face. You took a look around and many people were wearing all sorts of different masks. “Don’t worry each one is special. You won’t find another one like it.”

“Sure...thank you.” you smiled politely. As the woman walked away, you slipped the mask on. Lucky for you, you could see just fine. As you got your mask on, you could see a man in the distance, wearing a sparkly black mask that kind of reminded you of the mask from Phantom Of The Opera.

You didn’t think much of it. In fact, you continued walking. You ignored everyone else. You were gonna enjoy yourself until morning.

“Ladies and Gents! The fireworks show is about to begin!!”

You found yourself wandering to the back of the crowd, leaning against a tree. It felt nice. It was almost like your own personal show.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

“Very.” you breathed in response. His presence could be felt like a space heater.

“I was thinking about you...”

“Really?” you hummed thoughtfully. “Before or after you left me sitting with a bleeding hand?” you turned around to face Jimin, his sparkling black mask seemingly glowing under the fireworks.

“I didn’t know how to process it.” he explained. “It’s the first time I’ve ever come across a vision like that.”

“I can see that.” you shrugged. “So what do you want then?”

“Meet me back at my tent.”

And so here you were, arms crossed and dragging your feet to follow Jimin back to his tent. A woman was standing outside the tent and all Jimin had to do was nod her way for her to walk away.

The second you both went through the tent, you were taken into his arms.

Jimin kissed you passionately, walking you backwards towards the now empty table. He gently pushed you down, letting you land on the hard table.

Jimin stared at you, particularly the rise and fall of your chest. He knew the blood was rushing to your had, because he was going through the same thing. Without thinking, you reached out and took his mask off.

“Don’t cover your scar.” you smiled sadly.

He mirrored your face and removed your mask. “Only if you don’t cover your face.”

Whoever took whose clothes off first didn’t matter.

Slowly, he slid in, his jaw going slack as he felt you tighten around him.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” he whimpered. “You don’t know how badly I need this, how badly I want this.”

His touch was scorching hot, like fire against your naked skin. “Do you trust me?”

You wordlessly nodded. All the motivation he needed. He took his pinky finger nail, which you noticed was very sharp and poked your shoulder.

He neared closer and collecting the blood on his tongue.

“Wanted to gaze into the future again?” you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Could you blame me?”

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rat-father · 3 years

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Feels good to write something long again, this one's 1.5k words

Pora is still not having a good time

Tagging; @skunkandgrenade @jordanstrophe @whumping-out-of-time @whatwasmyprevioususername

-- tw;; slave whump, intimate whumper, implied starvation, sick whumpee, vomiting, exhaustion, forced labour, poisoning, cruel whumper, reopening old wounds, blood mention, non con kiss (not sexual) --

Pora scrubbed the floor mindlessly, repeating the same pattern over, lost in thought. They didn’t hear Mynci approach them from behind, placing his boot on their back and harshly pushing them down. They hit the floor face first, nose quickly starting to bleed. They yelped in pain, reaching out to cover their nose with their hand. He chuckled as they glared at him. He gave them a fake sympathetic smile, crouching down next to them.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you, love?” Mynci cooed, squishing their cheeks.

Pora huffed in response, blinking away tears that had been present in their eyes.

“Don’t give me that look.” He hissed. “Be grateful I didn’t break your nose.”

They flinched back. “Sorry sir..” They mumbled.

He tucked some of their hair behind their ear, giving them a wide smile.

“When we first met, you told me about how you loved gardening. And since it’s your birthday, I decided to get you something special!”

They swallowed dryly, forcing a smile. Blood dripped down their nose, down onto their lips. He wiped it away, red staining his white gloves. He ignored it as he took their wrist, taking them through the various tents to their destination.

“It took me so long to find a present you’d like,” Mynci said. “Even longer to complete it.”

Pora looked up curiously, wondering what he meant. They got brought outside, into a small garden. There were a couple different plants, most overtaken by green leaves with sharp edges that almost resembled teeth. They frowned, scanning the area.

“You know what stinging nettles are, right?” He asked.

“Yes.. of course.”

“Splendid. I wanted to cook some up, but obviously someone needed to get them first. I thought you’d be great for the job.”

Their eyes widened. The outfit they had on was nowhere near appropriate for handling toxic plants, way too much exposed skin with thin fabric.

“I.. Do I get gloves?” Pora hesitantly asked.

Mynci laughed. “No. I’ll check up on you in a few.”

He walked away, disappearing into the tent. They stood frozen for a moment, watching him leave. They shook themselves out of it, taking a deep breath. They weren’t expected to get rid of all of it, right? Reluctantly they walked over to the nearest plant, hovering over it with their hand, unsure on where to start. They grabbed the plant by the stem, placing their foot next to it and yanking it straight out of the ground. Regret filled them instantly, the leafs hitting them in their face and brushing their arms. They threw it immediately, their body starting to itch like crazy.

Pora looked around helplessly, attempting to stop the itching as they scratched every spot. They sighed deeply, grabbing the second plant and ripping it out of the ground. They repeated the process, getting hit in the face more and more until it became unbearable. They only managed to pluck out a couple before letting themselves fall onto the ground, rubbing their face on the soft grass. Mynci stepped back out, tapping their cheek with his shoe.

“Get up, you’re not finished yet.” He said.

They whined, pushing themselves back up. Their eyes were red from crying, trying to contain sobs. He cupped their cheeks with his hands, feeling ice cold against their burning skin.

“Tell you what, 5 more and I'll give you a nice meal.” He rubbed his thumb in circles on their cheek, smiling at them

They nodded, leaning into the touch. He pulled away too soon, the soothing coolness leaving. They took a shaky breath, wanting it to be over with. They continued to pull out the plants, Mynci laughing at them every time they inevitably got hit. When they were done he let them rest their head against his chest, clinging onto him. He stroked their hair, listening to their muffled sobs as they struggled to stand upright.

“Oh you poor thing.” Mynci murmured. “I know it hurts dear. Cmon, let’s get you something nice to eat, hm?”

He took his hand, his arm wrapping around their waist. They stumbled next to him, letting them be led back to his room. He threw a spare blanket and pillow onto the ground.

“Lay down. I’ll be right back.”

Pora slumped down onto the makeshift bed, curling up in a ball. They continuously scratched their face and arms, their entire body trembling. The room was filled with silence, the only noise they heard being their own crying. They tossed and turned around, attempting to find some sort of comfort, tiring themselves out over time. They clutched the blanket until they fell asleep, tears still rolling down their face.

They woke up groggily, their head aching. They squinted against the light, rubbing their eyes. They sighed in relief realizing the itching was gone. Their arms still stung in pain and they looked down to find that they accidentally reopened old wounds, blood smeared around. They stared for a bit, the door swinging open making them flinch. Mynci’s footsteps echoed in the room.

“Took you long enough.” He said, shaking his head. “You were asleep for almost 12 hours,”

Pora tensed up as he stopped in front of them.

“And I didn’t give you permission to sleep.”

“M Sor..sorry.”

“I was going to give you a nice meal as well. If only you could just do anything right.”

They lowered their head in shame, fidgeting with the blanket.

“Get up and go back to work. You’ve had enough rest for this week.” He crossed his arms.

They nodded, clambering out of bed and sluggishly walking past him. He trailed behind them placing a hand on their back so they would pick up speed. Pora saw the rag still on the floor where they left it, the water in the bucket cold. They made do with it, picking up the rag and dipping it in the water. Mynci kicked the bucket, the water soaking their entire outfit. They yelped in shock, weakly covering their face.

“Do you think it’s acceptable to reuse the water like that? Change it.”

Pora mumbled an apology, quickly taking the bucket and hurrying over to the sink. They watched the bucket slowly filled with water, pain forming in their stomach. They took a couple deep breaths, trying to ignore it, telling themselves it would go away. They turned off the sink, resting their head on their hand for a second to regain some energy. They slumped back to their spot, Mynci waiting for them. He raised an eyebrow at them, tilting his head. They soaked the rag with the hot water, continuing to scrub the floor. It didn’t take long for the stomach pain to build up as they felt more and more dizzy, getting harder to breath. Their throat felt tight, pain forming throughout their face.

“Oh dear, you look a bit red. Kind of like a tomato.” Mynci chuckled, dragging his finger along their cheekbone.

Pora glared at him, tears blurring their vision. They covered their mouth with their hand, holding back the urge to vomit.

“Now now, no need to be so upset, I didn’t even do anything and you’re looking at me like I’m the one to blame.”

They softened their expression, eyes widening.

“Aren’t you going to apologize?”

They swallowed dryly, murmuring something nearly inaudible. He forced their hand away, asking them to repeat it.

“Sorry.” They wheezed.

“There you are. Not so hard now, was it?”

Pora shook their head, blinking away the dizziness it brought. Their head felt light, pain getting worse with each moment that passed. They wrapped an arm around their chest, their body tensing up. Mynci moved some strands of hair out their face, hastily backing off upon seeing their pained expression. They vomited in the bucket, hearing him groan in disgust next to them. They coughed, shutting their eyes as tears fell down.

“Gross.” Mynci commented. “Get up. You’re going to clean that yourself later.”

Pora did as told, standing shakily on their legs. They held onto his arm for support, walking to the bathroom. He sat them on the edge of the bathtub, taking a towel and soaking it with water and soap. He started to roughly wipe their arms clean, reopening some old wounds by accident. They winced in pain, attempting to hold still. He moved on to their face, pushing their hair back. He worked quickly, going over everything again with a clean rag to dry them off. Their head was pounding, begging for them to lay down. His cold hands cupped their cheeks, bringing them back to reality.

“Still with me, love?”

They nodded. Their limbs felt heavy, wanting to do nothing more than rest. He pressed a kiss to their forehead.

“You know, you worked quite hard today. You deserve a nap, don’t you think?,”

They looked up, hope glimmering in their eyes.

“Is what I would say if you didn’t sleep without my permission earlier.” He continued.

Color drained from Pora’s face. They opened their mouth to protest, but decided against it and stayed silent. They heaved a sigh of defeat, hearing him chuckle lightly.

“You should go back to cleaning now, and maybe you’ll finish before midnight.”

#whumpee #whump #captivity whump #intimate whumper #cruel whumper #sick whumpee #tw vomiting #tw blood #clown whump #slave whump

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sirensmojo · 3 years

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“The Moutain With Teeth”, Ivar The Boneless x evil!Reader

Summary: For the first time of his life, Ivar finds better fighter than him, he is about to discover what it is to be under the care of a ruthless leader, just like he used to be.

Warnings: evil!reader, suspense, blood & fluff [e/c= eyes color]

A/N: HALLOWEEN TREAT, I thought I would give you some terror and blood, so why not a creepy bloody reader this time?

Word Count: 2,782

*Masterlist*

A drop crashed into a puddle, creating an echo into yours and his ears, both lift your head and meet each other’s stare. Cold, freezing, electric glares before wrinkles ensue at the corner of your eyes. Even if the rain hit the top of your head and everything around including him, you didn’t blink. What the hell was he doing here? This territory wasn’t his. “Not utterely yours either,” you thought, but the rage inside his pupils shook this idea off of your mind. He was hostile, his knitted brows, and his clenched jaw warned you about his intentions.

You only had time to glance at his hand, before you heard a crowd yelling and thousands of warriors coming out of the vast forest encircling you. His hand movement was fast and precise, two fingers unfolding to point the sky. A breeze wrapped your face, inviting you to take in a deep breath, after which you opened your lids again, holding tight onto your sword. A flock of hair hid a part of your face, a whirlwind of dirt was dancing in between your two bodies placed only a few steps away.

His blue eyes didn’t leave your e/c ones. The fight had already begun as soon as your souls met, several minutes prior. Even if you were alone, and he with thousands of men, he didn’t seem relieved, he knew better. A rictus took place at the corner of your lips as you balanced the weight of your body on your knee and your sword to get up. As you did so, your mane pooled down on your face, letting your creepy smile be the only thing visible of you.

Slowly, you rose your face and soon enough your sword, that clashed against the weapon of one of the numerous enemies surrounding you. They could hear the deep spluttering of the laugh building itself inside your throat, which eventuated in some warriors to step back and glance at each other. Unfortunately for those who threw themselves at you thinking they would beat you without efforts, they encountered the sharp edge of your sword with nothing other than their throats. “A taste of your own medicine!” You screamed in your foreign language. They all stared at the dozens of bodies spread out around you before being distracted by the sound of your naked feet splashing into the pool of blood.

The Vikings drifted to make you a path to their leader, Ivar The Boneless. The closer you got, the clearer you could hear the murmurs of the merchants you bumped into during your travel to this mountain...

“They call him Ivar The Boneless”, “it seems it’s because he is a cripple”, “no legs”

You remembered their scared faces when talking about this Viking and their quavering tone. Your smile got wider when seven or ten warriors appeared in front of you, hampering your way. Your head tilted as your grip got tighter on your sword. “Leave her” A voice exclaimed, to which the men before you grunted but obey. You intended to achieve your course as the pointy edge of your weapon lug around in the mud. “ Where is your army?” questioned the cripple when you reached his chariot. “I don’t have an army” you managed to speak in his language. When hearing your accent, his eyes squinted. “You’re lying” He dismissed thoughts clouding his mind. You rose your sword in a huff, that was the sign, he knew it. He called for a shield wall as fast as he could but that wasn’t fast enough. What were those forms vanishing behind trees to appear right behind his warriors? Ivar’s eyes wandered from places to places trying to understand what was happening as shrill screams purred in his ears.

*Ivar POV*

A black cloud had darkened the sky as an absence of oxygen made him gasp for air, his lips slightly opened. Even one of his hands desperately searched for his throat. His eyes started to get watery as darkness obfuscated his vision, his muscles refused to respond to the calls of his brain. It was harder and harder to stand still, or was he already on the ground? The Viking couldn’t tell as his face and slowly all his members were swollen. Screams were soon enough replaced by the only sound of blood spurting from human bodies. He felt death seize each and every cell of his weak body when a gushing laugh echoed near his ear? Or so he thought, all of his sense was... absent as if they fell asleep whereas his brain was still conscient and pleading.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a warm feeling filled with flagrance his dying self, electric sparkles slowly arousing different parts of his body as he was now able to identify a mass pressing against his chest. He could swear something was pressing against his lips at the same moment a lightning stroke him to life. He abruptly opened his eyes, his back curling away from the surface he was lying on as if the cold of Niflheim burned his skin. “Stay calm, don’t die, you’re mine now” you murmured only inches away from him. Your round eyes crowning by your fluffy lashes didn’t blink a bit when saying those words. He quickly steps back helped by both his hands dug into the sheets. Sheets? Ivar hassled to look down on his own self only to discover he was placed in a bed, bare chest. A dry chuckle left your mouth, his confused look amused you more than anything. He was too scandalize and lost to say anything, you tilted your head and pout “You’re not so funny anymore, I might just kill you like the others?” you questioned yourself, ignoring his presence. “Killing me?” “Hum-hum,” you nodded. He clenched his jaw and fists, eyes searching for whatever he could use to kill you quickly without making a lot of noise. For that was his plan, killing you. Your eyes drifted from his to his mouth, he was gritting his teeth. “There is no escape, and you can’t beat me, but we can fight if that’ll make you feel any better” you scoffed, proud of having so much power over him. “Where is everybody? And where on earth am I? Huh?” He started to get impatient. “Shhh, you’ll soon have all the answers you were always seeking” your palm fondled his cheek, making him step back further at first. But then he recognizes the feelings which flowed through his being, the lightning that woke him up. At some point, he thought the gods might have helped him, but he opened his eyes to a whole different scenario. Here he was, alive, but half-naked with a woman that seems dangerously sweet, was he a prisoner? Or some type of... war slave?

He dismissed those thoughts by shaking his head. When he opened his eyes again you weren’t there anymore. He took the sheets off of his legs, his braces were still in place, only his upper body was bare and cleaned. He was trying to figure out what was going on, how did it happen, and a way out.

*Y/n POV*

You were in the hall, discussing the death of the Viking army with your majors when you heard a bunch of thuds in the next room, the room where you placed the only survivor, the one you considered as yours. You rolled your eyes and huffed as you knew exactly what he was trying to do, escape. The long braid that was hanging on your shoulder fell in your back when you got up, as the assembly went silent. All eyes lifted to you and followed as your fine movements lead you to the door, behind floral curtains. As you opened the door, you made sure to reach for one of your knives hidden in the loose sleeve of your white dress, just in case he would try something crazy, which you knew damn well was a possibility. “I will kill you!” He gritted between his teeth, his piercing eyes directly encountered yours as the door violently slams against the wall. Both his arms were firmly holding items of furniture, his back was crooked, compelling him to look at you from under which only increased his rage towards you. Then again, your head was tilted, eyes squinted, analyzing his demeanour. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t stop your stubborn self right now, you know that?” You spitted your venom with a head movement. “I don’t care! Get me out of here! Don’t you know who I am?” He continues screaming. “My pet. Ivar The Boneless is my pet” you raise your brows. His jaws clenched, fists squeezing the wood. “Don’t look at me that way, did you ever thought of the people you keep after a raid? It’s not like you Vikings, have a good reputation. It is known you are cruel and ruthless, even more, you, Ivar. I can’t even imagine the way your people be towards thralls or frail people that you attack” He stayed silent, swallowing as he realized he wasn’t the oppressor anymore, he was the one being oppressed. His hand let go of their grip as he falls to the ground. He crawled to your feet and with the same rage animating the flame behind his lids, he exclaimed: “I shall not become your pet, nor any type of that thing, let me go, now!” “Or what?” You solemnly replied. “You can express your anger how you want, it will not change the facts, you lost. I won. The only reason you’re alive is that I want you alive” your eyes fluttered as if you were the most innocent woman in the world. This contrast with your temper confused the remaining Viking to his core. His lips opened in a perfect “o” as he tried to figure out a way to scare you, or just to find the right words. What was happening to him? Did the gods left him? what did he do to lose their favours? So many questions were rumbling in his mind as if the vivid memories of his people dying wasn’t a burden enough.

It’s the freezing heat of your palm on his shoulder that knocked him off this overflow of emotions going on within him. “Come eat with me, please” your suave voice soughed in his ears. Ivar’s face lifts to yours with as much uncomprehension that questioning. Having a yen for being drowned in the sweet scent of your words wasn’t making his decision any easier, “No” he simply mutters. Not quite sure of what he should do. Will you let him be if he disobeyed? “I was simply being courteous. If you refuse to come of your free will, you will be dragged at my table by species you don’t want to know, believe me.” You smiled. His brows knitted but you didn't need to be more explicit for images of what killed his warriors come back to his mind. Seeing his reluctance you scoffed and straightened up. "That's what I thought," you give him your hand that he grabs shyly. Giving the Viking a crutch to be able to walk, you lead the way to the exit.

Back in the hall, all of your majors were at the same place that you left them, it was frightening how inhuman their posture was. If you weren’t you, you would probably be scared, but the years you spend in that mountain by yourself before meeting them made you forget about what fear was and how pain tasted. “You can sit right next to me” you sing to Ivar as yourself took a sit. He didn’t look at the other around the table as he was too mesmerized by your look. As he was focused on escaping, he didn’t pay close attention to you, which he did now. Your long white dress which complimented your angelic side contrasted with the sharp weapons hanging at the tip of your braid. Pointy and sharp weapons that were also found hanging at each one of your ears as earrings. “Y/n, do you still think of letting him live?” Your advisor asked seemingly very concern about your decision. “I am” You nonchalantly answered. The man was about to retort when one of his colleagues pinched his arm as to signify to let go, the scene didn’t slip out of Ivar’s eyes, even if he didn’t understand a thing of what you were speaking he could read the face of those around him while speaking to you, which indicated to him how dangerous you were.

His eyes fluttered between the nine people sat around the table and their robotic gestures, hesitant was the more accurate word. It was as if they were scared of what you might do next, as if themselves were forced to serve you, unable to beat whatever power you might have.

Wrinkles appeared at the corner of his eyes when he glimpses at what was on their shoulders, bear fur. One of them even had the impressive head of a bear as a beanie. His fist clenched as he realized not a goddamn thing was reassuring since he opened his eyes, and he started doubting this was reality. It simply couldn't be. He rubbed his eyes when you displayed with one hand, a dish full of meat and appetising vegetables before him, your other one encountered his cheek in a fervent electric discharge. “You must eat, now” you reassuredly purred.

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“I don’t need you to do this!” Ivar vigorously asserted. “I wasn’t going to do anything to help you there, I’m here to explain,” you curtly retort, shrugging. The ex Viking king knitted his brows. You sat beside the bathtub he was about to enter. Quite obviously, he refused to take off any of his clothes, which make you swiftly deride. He eventually managed to sit as far as he could from you. “I understand you’re confused by who we are and how did we end the Viking army you once had, but you must understand I mean you no harm presently” you look up to him, round orbs gazing into his pagan soul. “This,” you deftly wave your hand to the pane, showing the heights “is my mountain, my realm, my honour. Everything I own and love was born and buried hither, everybody that puts feet in my land shall pay a fair price” you added, a smirk curling the corner of your lips. His eyes landed on the wood we could glimpse behind the thick pane of the window. He carefully cut across his stare to you, for he well decided not to lose sight of any of your move. A part of him wanted to say it was because he didn’t’ trust you. After all, he was animated by a deep longing to feel your blood splatter on his face, but that wasn't it. Even if he wanted to fight you, he couldn’t control this growing curiosity toward your persona. “Will you pardon me?” you lowly questioned, glancing aside. Ivar noticed the switch in your tone and the emotion that drew on your features, hesitation. He, that from the very start couldn’t read anything out of your face was finally allowed to see you feel. You didn’t seem like a sorceress afflicted with rabies to his eyes anymore. This new side of you made his stomach flutter. Contemplating your red cheeks, he almost sank in your poison. “You slaughtered my every warrior and have taken away from me my freedom...” he hesitated “and sanity” he bitterly confessed, his profile moving to the side. Both of you were looking at the opposite of each other, lost in an overflow of affective disturbances, but you quickly shook those: “I felt it, back on the battlefied, I felt that boundless void inside your chest. It called me there and still does. It’s like an ever-present unsettling background noise, to which you never get used to.” Your fingers encountered your hair in a subdued note. Ivar’s head turned to your side, as he was once again, wind in your web. He muttered:

“What is the fair price we must pay?”

As his question echoed in the room made of stone , it was as if a trap was closed behind him. He couldn't turn back now, each of his senses was dedicated to feeling you, perceive the lightest drop of your essence you would gift him. Indeed every human being that set foot on your land was destined to be yours, one way or another. It was your mountain, and she gulped every living being you’d encountered.

Ivar tag: @youbloodymadgenius

#ivar #ivar the boneless #vikings #alex hogh andersen #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x reader

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lizzy-williams · 4 years

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𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 (𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔) 𝟓/?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✥ Warnings: SMUT, gore, blood, you know the drill.

✥ Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D30iJ4d6Aio

Bella’s Lullaby by Twilight Soundtrack (slowed)

((Oop, looks like it’s wake up time 🤭))

masterlist

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 motionless body as you laid there on the bed. Any minute now. At any minute you would wake up, and he could truly be with you. Tell you how much you meant to him, and how much he missed you just for those several hours you were out.

He watched you closely, laying down on his side right next to you, his head propped up on his elbow, watching your face for any sign of movement. Time ticked by. Colson knew you were going to wake up, but there was still that fear he might lose you.

Suddenly he caught sight of something. Your finger twitched, and soon your hand, and then your feet.

And then your eyes opened. They were a beautiful shade of rose, the deep color almost hypnotizing to your lover, his form sitting up as he watched you look around.

You were of course confused, anyone probably would be, but you were surprisingly calm. And the first thing you focused on was the man next to you.

“Jesus,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, “Fuck, thank god you’re awake.”

You still hadn’t said a word, just taking in everything. You felt Colson’s skin, and you two had the exact same body temp, and looking at your own skin, you almost jumped back. It was beautiful.

You pulled back, a confused expression dawning on your face. You looked around the room some more, seeing things you hadn’t seen before and sensing things you didn’t think you could.

You thought about where you were and what you remembered last. Your skin started to crawl. You remembered Rook... and what he had done. Wait. Did Colson really-? Did he-?

You got up and stood in front of the mirror. You were in nothing but a white tank-top and sports shorts. But so much had changed. You looked in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize yourself.

Your skin was clear, your body slimmed up. You finally saw one remaining detail. Your eyes. And that’s when you knew what Colson had done. He had done what he said he thought he would never to.

He turned you.

You were now one in the same.

You turned to Colson, his eyes shifting over you as he patted his hand on the mattress, giving you a look that read ‘come sit.’

You hesitantly sat down, looking at him as you messed with your hands. You felt like the girl in the stupid rom-coms where she would get a makeover. The girl who would take off her glasses and somehow became breathtakingly beautiful. You had to say, you did look pretty good.

“Listen, I know that you probably have a lot of questions...,” his icy blue eyes met your garnet ones, “And first, I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, baby?” these were the first words you had said. You placed your hand cupping his cheek.

“I wasn’t there.” he simply replied, guilt seeping through his words. His head began to hang lower as his back began to slouch.

He suddenly leaned into you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he cried, pulling you into his lap as you wrapped your legs around his torso. He was relieved you were here but furious at the circumstances. He never meant to put you through the process of becoming immortal.

His body clung tightly to yours, the fears of him losing you washing away. You two were finally okay. You were free from sickness and the other burdens of life.

His head hung in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around you all the way as your fingers danced in his hair, soothing him. He turned his head and gave you a kiss on your jaw.

“I thought I lost you,” he muttered, pulling back a little but only to look at you.

As your eyes met, you felt yourself more drawn to him than you ever had been before. You felt your pupils get a tad bit wider.

“I love you,” he whispered, his hand taking one of yours.

His eyes searched yours in some sort of response. You felt his hand trail up and down your back, making your lips curl up slightly. You were about to tear up. This was all you ever wanted to hear.

You finally meant something to him. You always did.

Your lips slowly met his, the kiss soft and plush as you held each other close, his hands messing with the hem of your shirt, your hands messing with his. He deepened the kiss, only pulling apart to take your shirt and his off, discarding them in some unknown direction.

He kissed up your now clear neck, a sensation that made his heart flutter and his fingers tingle. The only time he had ever felt your skin so clear was when he had first met you.

You tilted your head back slightly back as you felt him drag his tongue along your throat, whines escaping your lips as you pull your lower body closer to him.

Colson was loving every bit of contact, detaching his lips from your neck and his hands messing with your shorts, working on pulling them down along with his. Now you two were completely nude, drinking in the sight of each other’s bodies.

You two had seen each other nude before, but that was only in moments of lust. But now you were finally looking at each other in a different way than before. Now passionate and heartfelt.

Every bit of you was complete perfection, and Colson wanted to devour you on the spot. You then resumed your position in his lap, straddling his folded legs as his hands and fingertips danced across your skin.

Your lips met his once more, a groan vibrating through his body, making you whine, unintentionally and subconsciously buck your hips against him, letting out a low whine.

This only egged Colson on more, your lips still together, his hands going up and playing with your breasts.

“What do you want, love?” he muttered, his hands harshly grasping at your breasts, the skin on skin contact already enough to make him want to take you in every position.

“You.” You purred, leaning your forehead to make contact with his, your eyes making direct contact, “I want all of you.”

You didn’t have to say another word before he flipped you over, his long body looming over yours, arms on both sides of your head as he leaned down to kiss you again.

Suddenly you felt a quick ‘pop’ emit from your mouth making Colson pull back. You were confused for a second, wondering if something was wrong.

Then you realized what it was. It was your fangs. Newly grown in and white as snow. Your tongue grazed over them, stifling a laugh as you did, Colson’s pupils now completely blown.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, leaning down once again and roughly kissing you once again, your hands flying to his hair as he peppered your jaw with kisses, muttering out praise and curses of affection.

You felt him lining himself up, planning on taking it slow. You wanted this, and you knew that he wanted this too. He gave you a quick look, and you nodded, your doe eyes looking into his.

He slowly lowered himself into you, little by little as you both gasped as he went farther and farther. Soon, he was all the way inside.

It felt fucking amazing.

“You feel so good, baby,” he breathed, beginning to move, wanting to savor this.

You only moaned in response. You finally decided to do something that you never would have dreamed of doing before. You flipped both of you over, Colson still inside of you. You sat proudly on top of him, his fangs popping out in a fit of elation.

He loved seeing you above him, a beautiful creature that he created, sitting beautifully on top of him. You were everything he could ever want and more.

You started you move on top of him, causing both of you to throw your heads back in a fit of ecstasy. You chased the feeling, your speed progressing more and more, your sounds of pleasure getting louder and louder.

Soon you were bouncing up and down on his shaft violently, both of you moaning out as you both were fucked out. Colson suddenly grabbed your back, pushing you down as he planted his feet flat on the bed, using it as leverage as he began to pound up inside of you.

“FUCK!” You cried out, pleasure clouding your vision, your senses consumed by rapture as you felt yourself become close.

“God, babygirl, this pussy was made for me, fuck.” he groaned out, never faltering in his strides as you held tightly onto him, “Are you gonna cum soon, dove? Are you gonna show me how amazing I can make you feel?” he whispered harshly into your ear.

You whimpered out, nodding your head quickly, the knot in your stomach becoming more and more constricted. It wasn’t long till you were on the edge, and Colson could tell, reading your body language like an open book.

“Come on, baby, cum for me, I wanna watch you as you cum on my cock,”

His words were the thing that pushed you over the edge, your core tightening around his shaft like a fist, loud mewls, and whines of pleasure.

Your legs shook as you leaned down onto his body, his own orgasm taking hold making him let out curses and groans of your name along with praise.

You rolled off of him, now on your back, your eyes wandering over the ceiling as Colson watched you, taking in your body and thinking about everything that just happened. You looked so beautiful right now, the after-glow of rapture making you so much more radiant. He wanted to take a picture so he could look at it forever.

Your eyes met his, a smile crossing both of your faces. You two finally felt like you were a couple. A real couple, and you two were in love. You loved him before he loved you, but you were willing to wait, and when he realized that, words couldn’t describe the intense emotions he felt.

“So, I’m like you now, huh?” you joked, shifting closer to him,

“I don’t know what I want to teach you first...” he muttered.

“We have time,” you assured.

“A lot of it.”

You knew you loved each other. And you were finally his. Now and forever.

(( Y’all are way too nice to me, I’m starting to write like crazy just to simp for you guys and I’m starting to lose my sanity-)

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years

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Well This is Strange and Unexpected [Toshinori x Reader] [Part 1 of ?]

Part 2 ->

I tried to resist completely weebing out over My Hero Academia, but Toshinori’s siren call pulled me in. It’s weird writing for a fandom with more than 5 people in it, but oh well… I AM HERE!

Summary: Female reader with a healing-ish quirk rescues a sickly stranger, and impulsively asks him out. Toshi is touched that someone would be attracted to him in his weak form, but weirder still… you don’t like All Might?!

3,990 words | SFW

A couple of guys were harassing him. One of them had him by the cuff of his shirt (which hung loosely on him, accentuating his shriveled size), snapping shark-like teeth, while the other one stood back and threateningly produced sparks from his fingertips. This wasn’t what you expected when you walked into the corner store, but not really surprising—this isn’t the best neighborhood.

They didn’t seem like real villains, at least. They were being careful not to actually use their quirks to do anything beyond intimidate, or else heroes might get involved.

Just assholes bullying an easy target.

The guy they were picking on didn’t seem too worried either, despite being the most fragile-looking man you’ve ever seen. Gaunt cheeks and deeply sunken eyes—everything about him, in fact, giving the impression of a zombie—with a mop of blond hair that was just as oversized as his clothes. He looked more annoyed at his current situation than anything, glancing over his shoulder and scowling like he’d left the oven on at home.

You couldn’t help but smile at his attitude.

Shark-face and sparky weren’t as charmed. “Hey! Are we boring you, grandpa? Learn a little respect!” They shove him forward and back between each other until he doubles over in pain, wheezing and coughing blood. That can’t be from anything they did. Come to think of it, they’re in the medicine aisle. Wow, they decided to pick on a sick guy. They push him to the floor while he’s still hacking and convulsing, struggling to breathe. Your fists clench at your sides.

“I don’t have time for this right now,” the zombie growls, wiping the blood from his lips like a boxer who just took a punch and is ready to deal it back. Except they barely had to touch him. He could be in trouble if this turns into a serious fight.

His ice-colored eyes dart around the room, looking for something, anything he can turn to his advantage, like a desperate, wounded animal. A news report of some big drawn-out fight with All Might earlier today plays on a TV above the register. The cashier doesn’t look up. Other customers are in the store, but nobody is paying any attention—nobody wants to get involved.

You don’t want to get involved either, but…

The shark-tooth guy lands a kick to his ribs, shooting more blood out of the thin man’s mouth, while his accomplice cackles wildly. “That’ll wipe that smug look off your face!” He goes in to kick him again—

“STOP IT!” you shout, rushing forward to insert yourself between the bleeding man on the floor and his assailants. Adrenaline pulses in your veins. Your muscles shake. Thanks to your quirk, you’re not too scared of getting hurt, but you have no idea how to fight, or what to do next.

“What’s this?” the shark menaces, with a harsh laugh. “You his little girlfriend or something?”

Your cheeks flame, but before you can deny it, you think—they probably think a guy like that couldn’t get a girlfriend. They’re already bullying him for being weak. So you announce defiantly, “Yeah, maybe I am!”

“Really? This loser?” His jaw drops.

“All the more reason to break his face in,” the fire-starter snarls. “Then you can date a real man.” He steps in to your space, uncomfortably close, and runs his tongue over his lip. Your skin crawls. Ugh, why did I go and provoke him?

“M-miss, please don’t get involved.” Shaking, the pale blond struggles to his feet behind you. “It’s fine—” The other criminal shuts him up with a hand around his throat. His cold eyes narrow fiercely at the assailant, but his struggling does nothing to loosen his grip.

“Sure, I’ll go out with a real man. Know any?” you spit.

“Bitch!” he growls, and winds up to strike you, his fist suddenly engulfed in flame. Smoke (or is it steam?) begins to fill the room.

You drop to the floor before he ever touches you.

Then you start screaming.

“AAAHHHH, HELP!!!! WAAAHHH!” you cry in your most pathetic, high-pitched wail. “NOOOO, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!! HELP!!! POLICE! POLICE!!!”

The blond guy has stopped kicking against his attacker’s grip, and the attacker has lost his zest for choking. They’re both just staring at you. So is everyone else in the store. Other customers are peeking over the tops of the aisles, or rushing over to help. Somebody asks, “Are they beating up a girl?”

“AAIIIIEEE!!! OW, OUCH!” you sob, clutching the imaginary wound on the side of your face.

The two troublemakers glance at each other. Then at the growing audience.

They drop the stranger and run.

Everyone is a little surprised when you’re suddenly all better, but they turn and go back to their shopping. “That was disgraceful,” says a stern voice above you. His ego was clearly hurt being rescued that way, but his eyes are warm as he offers you his hand and helps you up.

“You’re welcome,” you reply with a cheeky grin, brushing off your clothes.

“You didn’t have to get involved, you know. What was your plan if they didn’t run away? That was a risky gamble.”

“Nah. I know their type. They were counting on not drawing too much attention, that’s why they were going after a weak target… uh…”

The guy is pouting with a tragic look on his face. “Weak,” he repeats in a long, extended squeak. His shoulders fall, “It’s true.”

“Are you alright, anyway?”

“Me?” he perks up, giving a big smile to show he’s OK, and pointing a thumb at himself. “Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine. Thank you for hel—”

Blood gushes from his mouth, and he falls to the floor, unconscious.

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Dammit, why’d I have to get jumped when I’m already way past my limit? I hate this weak body. Pathetic. I can’t protect anyone. Not even myself.

Everything is dark. Everything is quiet except for the steady pulse of his heart. Then he hears your voice, distant and small, calling to him. Slowly, the voice gets closer. The darkness fades. Yagi Toshinori feels himself coming back to life.

As his eyes open and his vision clears, he sees you, hovering over him. His lungs aren’t filled with blood anymore. In fact, he hasn’t felt this good since the last time Recovery Girl healed him. He looks up at you smiling back at him.

“Thank goodness,” you whisper. You cough, and blood runs down your chin.

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“I don’t have a healing quirk. Not really,” you explain, wiping blood from your face. “I can’t make injuries go away, but I can transfer them between people. The neat part is, it isn’t all-or-nothing: I can absorb, say, 10 percent of a wound, and share the burden so we can both recover. But if I wanted to heal somebody all the way, I’d end up just as hurt. So, my quirk is honestly pretty useless.”

“That doesn’t sound useless at all. You helped me, didn’t you?” The stranger’s bright eyes are piercingly kind as they gaze up at you from their dark sockets. Even on the floor of the medicine aisle of a convenience store, with drying blood speckling his white shirt, he has an inspiring aura that makes you want to believe his compliments instead of brush them off.

“How are you feeling? I couldn’t heal you anywhere near all the way. Your body is… pretty messed up. UHHHH, sorry for using my quirk on you without permission! I… kind of know some private medical information about you now. Sorry.”

With great strain, he sits up on his elbows, and struggles to get to his feet, but is caught off balance by a fresh fit of coughing, and slumps back down. You offer him a hand. As soon as you’ve pulled him up, you are wracked by a bloody cough, and he quickly grabs your shoulder to keep you from stumbling.

“I’m sorry,” he says in a low voice, lanky bangs falling in front of his face. “You’re suffering now because of me.”

“It’s nothing, really. I only took a little; you’re the one who’s been suffering. Can I help you get home? Do you have anywhere close you can rest?”

He shakes his head. “You’ve already done too much for me, don’t worry. I’ll get a taxi.”

“In your condition?! No way. Why don’t you come home with me—my apartment is right across the street.” Your pulse starts racing. Did you just ask a stranger home? “Just to rest for awhile! Until you’re sure you won’t black out in the back seat of a cab.”

His razor-sharp cheeks flush with a tinge of pink. “That’s very kind, but… Really, this is normal for me.” He gives a carefree grin which is actually extremely tense.

“Then…” you ball your fists in determination, “will you go on a date with me?”

He stops cold. All he manages to make is a short, nonsensical string of vowels. You’re in shock at yourself, too. Your heart is pounding like crazy, but you’ve already gone this far.

“I mean, you said I’ve done too much for you, right? So, you can pay me back with a date!”

“Wha—” His entire face turns bright scarlet and his nonexistent eyebrows fly off his forehead. “Wha… but… uhhh. I. Um. What kind of date? (Is it really OK to ask for that kind of payment??)”

“I’ve got the latest Space Adventure movie and a bowl of microwave popcorn back at my apartment. I was going to watch it alone, but it would be more fun with company.”

His brow tents upward, and he gives a defeated whine, “You’re kind of devious, you know, miss!”

“What do you think about curry for dinner?”

His mop of hair falls over his face, and his shoulders begin to jerk. You can hear him laughing beneath it. Finally, he tosses his head back smiling—as his twin bangs fly upward, for a moment it reminds you of a certain hero. “OK, OK, I surrender!” he puts his hands up. “I’m clearly outmatched here. I’m Toshinori, by the way.”

****

After checking out of the store, you slowly limp your way home, practically carrying each other down the block. You offer him your arm for support. He insists on supporting you instead. You counter-insist. In the end, you wind up leaning against each other like a pair of drunks staggering home from the bar.

“So, you said you can ‘transfer injuries between people,’ not that you can transfer them to yourself. Does that mean you can transfer them back?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then you should give it back to me right away!” he clenches his fist, and announces it with so much passion that passers-by stop to see if someone is being robbed. He softens his voice to a low rumble, and leans closer. “You shouldn’t be hurt on my account.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’d pass out again. You’re pretty thin but I still don’t wanna carry you.”

He mopes silently for a moment. You had him there. He bounces back from the sulk with academic curiosity. “Can you use your ability to transfer injuries to a third party, as an attack?”

“Yes, but…” You drop your gaze to the sidewalk. “I don’t ever want to use it that way.”

“Why not? It sounds like it would be a strong power for a hero.” Imagine how useful a quirk like that would be to pair with young Midoriya, healing him when he uses One For All at full strength, and simultaneously dealing out more damage to the bad guys.

“Are you kidding? Sucking wounds out of allies to use against an enemy? Their bones spontaneously snapping and shattering with a single touch? Their organs failing from an attack that never even hit them? Deciding who lives and who dies? It’s horrific.”

“Battle is always horrific, no matter how it’s done. But I understand what you mean.” He smiles. “It’s good that you don’t want to hurt people.”

“Besides, it only works through touch; I’d have a hard time grabbing onto a villain with my body broken.”

“That’s not the only way you could use it. If you honed your reflexes, you could reflect back the damage from a punch instantly. It would be like your opponent was punching themselves!” He excitedly throws a jab at the air with his free hand. “I’ve never heard of anyone with a quirk like that. You’re pretty special,” he adds with a smile.

A warmth blossoms in your chest. You’ve never been proud of your weird quirk, but the way he talked about it made you feel like maybe it was special. You never even thought about using it that way, and he came up with it in thirty seconds!

“Yeah, we could call you Mirror Girl, or Stop-Hitting-Yourself.”

“Well, I’m a little old to go after a hero license now, and naming things is clearly not your forte,” you stick out your tongue. “But thank you. What about you? Quirkless, right?”

“Something like that,” he answers nervously.

****

Your apartment is a small-but-cozy, slightly messy space at the top of a flight of stairs you would have described as “short” before having blood in your lungs. As soon as the door is open, Toshinori spots the couch and gratefully slumps onto it without hesitation, letting out a long sigh of relief. Remembering manners, he turns to you.

“Thank you… for everything, really. It was embarrassing to have to be rescued like that, but you were very brave, helping me even though you didn’t have to. You even thought of a way to get me to stop being so stubborn,” he laughs. “You were joking about the date, right? I promise I’ll take it easy and rest, you don’t have to pretend to be interested.”

Your skin grows hot and you’re suddenly hyper aware of everything your face is doing. On the walk over you’d gotten comfortable leaning on him, and kind of forgot you asked out a random guy you just met like some kind of psycho! But…

“I wasn’t kidding. Unless you don’t want to—I mean—not to pressure you, th-that is… I was kidding about the ‘you owe me’ part! I was just trying to get you to not run off on your own in this condition.” Maybe you can just dig a hole in your living room floor and hide in it? “But… I would like to go on a date with you.”

He’s completely taken aback. “You really want to go out with someone like me? Who can’t even protect himself?”

“Sure. You’re kinda my type, actually.”

“Are you serious?!”

You laugh a little at how shocked he’s acting. “Come on, it’s like you’ve never been asked out before.”

“Not like this I haven’t!” He blurts, then claps a hand over his mouth like he spilled a secret.

“Like… this?”

He grumbles and drops his shoulders. “You must have sensed it when you were using your quirk on me anyway, so there’s no point hiding it. I wasn’t always this weak.” He pulls up his shirt and reveals a grizzly web of scars and inflamed tissue taking up half of his left side. “An accident damaged a lot of my organs and completely destroyed my stomach. I’m barely patched together with everything medicine and healing quirks can do. There was a time those guys wouldn’t have been a problem for me.”

“Oh, wow.” Without thinking, you’re beside him on the couch, and your hands are on his mangled flesh, studying it with fascination. He draws in a sharp breath between his teeth.

You quickly take your hands off him. “Does it hurt?”

“N-no, just…” His eyes dart away.

Gasping, your hands fly to your mouth. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! That was completely inappropriate, I should have asked! You must think I’m some kind of—I’m so sorry!”

“It’s OK, you just surprised me. You can go ahead, if you really want to…”

You bite your lip. Having to consciously decide to touch his bare skin makes it so much more embarrassing. It’s way too forward, right? Then again, you both agreed it was a date…

Slowly, you examine his wounds with your fingertips. You could tell something was off about his internal organs when you were hunting for damage to absorb from him, but this is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Ridges of scars and sutures extend from his chest to his lower abdomen, and unlike an old wound that has properly healed, the tangled flesh is red and angry. There are a few fresh bruises blooming on his ribs from the kicks he took, which you have a matching set of, and some other recent injuries of mysterious origin. The most surprising thing is how muscular he is, considering his emaciated frame. He probably could have taken those guys in a fight, if not for the internal bleeding.

His breathing becomes rapid and shallow as you explore his body. Goosebumps raise on his skin everywhere that isn’t scar tissue. He swallows, hard.

“Aren’t you disgusted? I don’t usually show this off on the first date.”

“Not at all. I think it’s cool! Ah, I mean—ugh—sorry. It must be really painful for you, of course it’s not ‘cool,’ I just mean…” You hide your face in your hand with a groan. “I’m really messing this up, aren’t I?”

He chuckles softly at you. “I’m just glad you’re not freaked out. Most people react… differently.”

“Heh, well, honestly…” you peek out from between your fingers. “Frankenstein is my favorite book, so this look is actually really appealing.”

“Are you comparing me to the monster? That’s not a compliment!” he scolds theatrically, with a playful light in his eyes—before blood erupts from his mouth.

“Sorryyyyy!!!!” you laugh—before blood erupts from your mouth.

Tentatively, he reaches out, and rubs your back as you recover from coughing. His face was built to frown, and the deflated expression of regret etched deep into its sharp lines effortlessly slips back into place over the brief moment of levity.

“Did you absorb my respiratory damage? Those injuries are permanent, they’ll never heal— you have to give them back, right now.”

“Stop worrying so much. Chronic injuries are different; I’m not even sure if I can transfer them. Pretty sure it’s just inflammation that got aggravated from exerting yourself.”

His frown deepens. “You should still give it back.”

“I told you, don’t worry. It’s already feeling better. Anyway, if I did that, I’d be hurting you, and you know it’s illegal to hurt another person with a quirk.”

“…in that case, it was illegal to use your quirk in public in the first place…” he grumbles.

Quickly changing the subject, you point at the TV. “About that movie!”

****

Because of his total gastrectomy, Toshinori can’t eat anything too sweet, spicy, fibrous, or fatty, among a host of other things to avoid. Moreover, he can’t eat very much at once, so he has to be snacking constantly through the day.

Luckily, popcorn fits the bill, so you both sit on the couch with a big bowl of it between you, while laser weapons flash through space on the screen.

Halfway through the movie, he yawns sleepily, stretching his lanky arms over his head. As they come down, one of them lands awkwardly on the back of couch just behind your shoulder. Your head swivels. Your mouth hangs open. You stare at him, aghast.

“DID YOU JUST DO THE YAWN TRICK?”

“Uhh…” He stares stiffly forward at the TV screen, arm discreetly inching back up from whence it came.

“Seriously, this is a date. If you wanna cuddle, just go for it.” You move the popcorn bowl to the side, and snuggle into him under the offending arm. It is the world’s tensest cuddle, as you both question whether this is way too fast. But soon he relaxes, lowering his arm around you.

By the time the end credits roll, he’s laying with his head in your lap, half asleep, while you stroke his messy hair. “C-captain Wan…” you sniffle, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. Toshinori stirs.

“I don’t get it. What were those snake things about?”

“What?! Haven’t you seen any of the Star Adventure series?”

“It’s a series?”

You sit, sputtering, opening and closing your mouth again. He sits up as you explain that this is the latest movie in a really famous franchise that has been out for decades, spanning television and the big screen—you thought he knew that!

“Ohh. I’m not really into nerd stuff.”

Before you can vibrate into an antimatter weapon and explode with enough force to tear open the space-time continuum, he laughs “kidding, kidding!” and tells you he still had fun. Charming bastard. Good thing he’s cute.

Next time, you promise to show him the first movie. Or make it up to him with something he’s more interested in. And you’ll be sure to have more snack options on hand!

“Next time, huh?”

What does he mean by that? He was smiling but his eyes looked kinda stern, like he was teasing? It means he’s looking forward to it, right? Or is he saying it’s absurd? You did totally shanghai him into this and he didn’t even like the movie. “That is,” you start sweating nervously, “If you wanted a second date.”

He stares into the distance, squinting in thought. Not immediately reassuring.

“I should warn you, most days I don’t have any free time,” he says in a low, serious voice. “Today I got so far past my limit, I had no choice but to rest awhile… but I wouldn’t be able to see you very often. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“Slow down there, Yugioh! I’m asking for a second date, not your hand in marriage,” you quip, flicking one of his floppy bangs. Your shoulders fall. “Oh. Wait. Unless you’re just being polite. You can be straight with me, I don’t pick up on hints very well.”

“No, I meant it!” He takes your hand and draws it close, interlacing his bony fingers with yours. You think he’s about to kiss it, but he just holds it to his chest like a precious possession. “This has been interesting. To know someone could still want me like this…” He rubs circles over the back of your hand with his thumb. The sensation sends shivers radiating through your arm, making your heart flutter and ache for more. “I just don’t want to make promises to you I can’t keep. My schedule doesn’t leave much downtime, but… the hospital is in this neighborhood, so I could visit you whenever I’m nearby. It isn’t as much as you deserve, but…”

“Second date. Not marriage. I just want to see you again sometime, and keep getting to know you.”

Maybe it’s just that you love his angular, skeletal figure, and his grim but friendly eyes. Maybe you just love taking care of wounded birds. But maybe it’s something deeper. There’s a fire within him that draws you in, and you just want to see where this goes.

A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE!

The moment is abruptly interrupted as Toshinori drops your hand to hastily pull out his phone, and fumbles to silence the ring. He’s so mortified he spits blood.

“Is that All Might’s voice?” you ask, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“What? No, it’s just a novelty ringtone!”

“That is totally All Might! Oh my god, you’re…”—he winces—“a fanboy!”

He lets out a held breath, visibly relieved, then laughs boisterously. “You caught me, I love that pillar of justice!”

“Ugh, no!” you groan, head sinking into your hands. “I can’t believe you’re into that obnoxious meathead!”

“Haha… Wait, what?”

#Toshinori Yagi #toshinori x reader #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero x reader #all might x reader #my writing #yes I find a way to bring frankenstein into it

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dayeemah · 3 years

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All For You 2

Bts! Seokjin ®

Sick twisted story…. A one sided love

Talks of killing, actual killing. Graphic language and details.

Kinda smutty……

Part 1 < Part 2 < Part 3

Author’s note: If You survived the first part lol good luck with this one.

3 Months ago

"Y/N?" a voice asked.

I dropped my glass of red wine on the carpet, in shock as I backed up defensively.

"H-How did you get in here?" I asked,

panicking, my back touched the glass of the window, scared and afraid of this unknown man standing in my living room.

He was alone.

In fact he wasn't armed at all. I felt my eyes get low, and my body grew weak. My legs wobbled from the lack of balance and I tried my best to hold on to something nearby but my vision felt blurred and small black speckles begun to cover my sight.

Thump

"Im sorry my love. Sleep well."

That was the last thing I could hear before waking up in a huge bed, alone, in a room that looked similar to mine. Looking around, the room had looked like I had never left my house.. It was creepy, how similar this room looked to mine. I tried getting up and moving but of course, handcuffs were attached to my wrist keeping me restrained.

Whimpering, I wanted to look for an escape but paused when I heard the sounds of someone nearby. I could hear light steps in front of the door, the knob turned and the door creaked as a familiar figure stepped in. He was holding a tray of food, a glass of juice with a nicely prepped meal sitting in the middle.

I tried to but couldn't speak, I was truly in shock of what was happening. He took a few steps towards me before putting the tray on the table next to the bed and sitting on the side of me.

He had a small gleeful smile placed on his face. He looked crazy and I had no idea who he was and what he wanted- which scared me most. He was dressed so formal, his white button up silky shirt tucked into his pants so neatly. His clothes looked pressed so delicately and carefully put together like god himself made everything.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to give you all my love, princess." He spoke.

His hand reached up to rub my cheek as I turned to the side, my teeth reaching up to bite into his flesh leaving a shallow red imprint. His hand jerked back, mumbling curses to himself as he straighten his posture, looking back at me.

But then he laughed and smirked, "Understandable. I did take you against your will, however we’ll make a deal. If you do what I say, ill remove those." he said,

tapping on the handcuffs.

Apart of me was afraid, what did he want? I gave him a questionable look waiting for him to explain his offer.

"For the time of you being here, I won't have you restrained. I'd like to let you have freedom. The freedom to walk around this house and move as you please. I won't keep you restricted. This is your home now so I want you to get comfortable."

His face was serious as he looked at me up and down, his eyes taking in every part of me being restrained.

"What if I run away?" I asked him, breaking his sinister daydream.

If he didn't expect me to run out of this house after he unlocked these cuffs he'd be a fool. Looking out the window, it didn't look like a long fall, I could just attach these curtains and slide out and run away.

He laughed at me, taking the key out of his pocket, "sweetheart, even if you were to run out of this house you aren't getting far without us finding you."

Us?

"There is nothing around for miles but wheat and road. You need a car to leave this property. And by the time you actually get far away from the house, you'll be lost and on your way back here."

My heart sunk. Where the fuck was I ? And why was I here?

He sighed as he unlocked the chains on my wrist sitting the keys and the cuffs on the dresser next to us. He stood up heading for the door before turning on his heels and saying,

"Eat. Wash up then meet me downstairs."

"I hate you!" I yelled, slapping Seokjin, leaving a light red sting on his cheek.

He tensed up and I could see his head jerk back from the slap. He paused, his body taking a few seconds to recover from my hit.

"You say you hate me but you don't try to leave me" Seokjin yelled back at me.

"I do hate you. And I can't wait to leave." I shouted back, “Just don’t know where the hell I am to even try.”

Seokjin grabbed me by my wrist pulling me into his tight, tense space. His body was very close to mine, I could feel his heat radiating off his body. His heart thumping into my chest as he leaned his head close to my ears..

"Leave then."

I froze from his words, trying to process what he just said...

"If you really want to go. Leave and don't look back." he repeated, this time colder.

I swallowed and blinked at him in shock.

Just leave?

When should I go?

Did I even want to go?

He pushed me off him, making me stumble a few steps back before turning on his heels and walking out the room. I stared blankly at his now disappeared steps that vanished from the living room.

What was wrong with me?

I saw that he left the keys on the table just freely for me to grab. I tried to bring myself to leave but I just couldn't. I scoffed to myself and slapped myself over and over again.

"Stupid, stupid stupid" I grumbled.

This was my chance.

My hands traced over the keys and I brought myself to pick them up and stuff them in my pocket. But what I did even shocked me, I walked the way Seokjin left instead of the opposite way.

I'm such a fool.

I could've been free.. but I wanted to stay...

Why?

"I knew you couldn't leave him" a voice laughed from behind me.

I turned around to see Jimin and Jungkook staring at me with wide grins on their faces. I swallowed, wanting to give them a piece of my mind but when my eyes looked down I saw fresh blood on they're white shirts which made me hold my tongue.

My lips parted in shock and I backed up, knocking a few things off the table that sat against the wall. My hands slipped behind me to attach them onto the corner of the wall so I wouldn't fall.

"Do you want to join us? Y/N?." Jungkook asked walking slowly towards me,

handing me a knife, a dark crimson liquid dripping off the sharp object.

"No. Y-you're sick" I commented before running out the room and making my way to the stairs, hearing multiple pairs of heavy footsteps chasing after mine.

I felt a tug on my leg making me almost fall down the stairs. A pair of hands grabbed my waist and tossing me on their shoulder so swiftly. I screamed as loud as I could, not knowing who picked me up but I assumed it was Jungkook because of the monster strength he possessed.

"Jungkook please, Let me go. Let me go." I sobbed, punching at his back.

"Now what fun would that be..."

Hearing nothing but laughter as they led me towards the basement on the opposite side of the house. I started screaming louder as much as I could, hoping Jin or even Taehyung would hear me. But I knew I was done for it when the door clicked behind me, meaning it was too late, I was stuck here.

Jungkook pushed me into the middle of the room, allowing Jimin to grab me. Smirking as he caught me, his hands holding me in his embrace as a devilish smile plastered his face.

I shut my eyes tightly, feeling Jimin back me up against something cold which covered my body with a shiver of goosebumps. Squinting as my eyes were semi closed, I was able to faintly see what was happening. Jimin had me against the exam table, straddling me, pushing me back against the bottom, and handcuffed my hands to the metal bars that were on the sides.

I whimpered, tugging at the cold thick handcuffs that captured my wrist from moving. Looking up to see Jimin towering over me, leaning in, he squeezed my jaw sideways with a laughter following.

"J-Jimin please.. Jin wont~" he cut me off,

by shushing me with his small finger that was covered in a dark red residue,

"Oh. Don't worry about Jin.. he's not here to witness what me and Kookie are going to do. This room is sound proof. Now be a good girl or you'll be next."

As Jimin walked over to Jungkook who was standing by a white curtain, I took this opportunity to look around the room. I had never seen this part of the house before and it was quite intriguing. Compared to the room Jin keeps all of his flesh carved hearts, this one didn't reek of dead bodies. However, this place was really scary.. especially the two who bought me here.

The walls were painted a eerie bloody red color, the lights were bright and blinked like the ones you see in a horror film. It reeked a familiar smell, the smell of hospital equipment and when I think about it, the room did resemble a hospital room which crept me out even more.

"Now.. Hyung why don't we show her a few interesting things." Jungkook chuckled, unzipping the curtain.

When my eyes met theirs, Jungkook pressed a blue button on the side of the wall, bringing down all types of sharp knifes he had hanging from above. My eyes widened in shock, I truly was terrified. I looked besides Jimins body, seeing a cops uniform hanging on a railing, blood drenched in the blue ripped material.

A tied up man was in the chair which resembled one of the cops that had came here last week. He had his mouth covered along with his legs and arms tied up so he couldn't move or talk. His head was dangling back against a wall as his eyes were shut. Dried blood was smeared all over the light brown ropes that restrained him which I bet he was tortured in before falling asleep.

"Now Kookie, pass me my branding iron, time to make a star out of this one. I always hated pigs."

Jungkook handed Jimin the hot branding iron, which was shaped as a star. My eyes widened, he was truly about to engrave a star on his sleeping form. Jimin looked up at me, a fearless smile frozen on his face as he pressed the red starred iron across his back, making the man scream in agony.

I shut my eyes tightly, wanting to cover my ears from his muffled screams. I could see the look in his eyes, so desperate for help, pleading to make them stop and it hurt so much to watch.

"Please. J-Just Stop." I begged, tears dripping down my cold cheeks.

But they ignored me. Pretended I wasn't there and just smiled as they continued. Jungkook, who looked as if he enjoyed it more than Jimin, decided to press the branding iron against the bruised flesh once more, but this time harder and longer than the last time.

His pale skin begun to smoke and small droplets of blood oozed out of his red flesh, dripping on the floor. My mind zoned out, closing off all access to the visual of this man being tortured. I couldn't hear anything but disoriented noises and a clear view of the blood dripping on the white marble floor.

I felt like my head was spinning and my body was growing weak, I heard noises and my name being called but I couldn't process what it was- or who it was. I begun to close my eyes for a second and everything went dark.

I woke up to the sun beaming through the sheer curtain, onto the pillow inches away from my face. I felt hair strands brushing against my neck and a light breathing against my skin which put me into panic mode. After the night I had, the last thing I wanted was a unfamiliar person next to me when I woke up.

Shifting my body so I had no choice but to face this intimacy I wasn't expecting, I became face to face with a familiar soul.

Seokjin.

My eyes trailed over his face. He looked peaceful and apart of me felt relieved he was here instead of someone else. His arm was still lightly wrapped around against me and I could feel myself melt into him.

Not knowing why, I wanted him to just hold me as I cried.

I swallowed hard, slowly blinking and taking in this beautiful creature I call a monster because thats what my mind paints him out to be. My heart began to beat rapidly, my thoughts, my heart, couldn't keep up.

I shut my eyes trying to stop my body from having their own imagination.

Why did I feel this?

Opening my eyes to him staring back at me which in fact made me stop breathing for a few seconds. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks were flushed and burning as I tried to preposition myself but he held me in position.

"Y/N. I'm sorry about yesterday." he spoke.

His voice was soft, groggy and I couldn't believe he was apologizing. I stared into his eyes looking for confirmation to give off he was bluffing but his eyes told the truth.

He was worried..

"I have already punished them for what they did. They are to apologize the moment they look your way. Im sorry." he repeated.

Our eyes met but for the first time, it was gentle.

Soothing, loving.

His hands rubbed my cheek and I felt frozen. This feeling I felt, it wasn't normal. I knew myself too well and this couldn't be happening. But apart of me wanted it too.

His touch was hot, set fire to my skin. His lips were soft, melting into me as my body molded into his. My hands were pressed against the pillows, with every kiss the grip tighten.

My tank top straps fell down my shoulders and if time was on my side, i'd rewind it to feel that feeling again. His lips turned my head to the side to taste, kiss and absorb my neck. My body felt like it had no other choice but to just dissolve into him.

His touch was beyond anything I felt before. It was gentle but needy. I couldn't contain myself and I became greedy, letting my moans cry for more. My eyes shut as his lips kissed me down to every inch and every want. His body brushed against mine with every second, and I couldn't help but feel myself grab onto him out of vulnerability.

Nothing but sweet whispers as he came back up for air, embracing me, holding me, loving me. Our eyes met once again and this time... his eyes darkened and I could see he wanted me as bad as I always wanted him.

He kissed me once more, his lips capturing me into a dangerous game of emotions.

He stopped, pulling away then staring at me as his wide frame towered me. His eyes stared deep into my soul and his hands folded itself with mines as he spoke.

"Is this okay?"

#seokjin #kim seokjin #bts #BTS au #dayeemah #twisted love #jungkook #jimin #bts smut #bts series #kpop #AFY;dayeemah #bts kpop #fanfic #kpopfics #kim taehyung #seokjin x reader

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kiyoomiee · 4 years

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Submit To Me || Jeon Jungkook

Submit to Me ⟶ [ 2/ ? ]

⟶ genre: wolf au / enemies-to-lovers / fluff / slow burn

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ words: 2k

⟶ sypnosis: Being an omega isn’t easy, you're surrounded by judging eyes and a lot of streotypes. Being an omega isn't easy, especially when your rival is a pure breed alpha named Jeon Jungkook.

⟶ warnings: alpha!JK, omega!Reader, language, consumption of alchohol and weed, a lot of fighting, mutual pining, communication problems, degrading words

⟶ disclaimer: this is a product of my imagination. this is my first post so please bear with the mistakes and grammatical errors, English is not my first language

PART 1 // PART 2

Jungkook’s lips felt soft against yours. Though it tasted like alcohol, it didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his nape just to deepen the kiss. The way his tongue explored your mouth was nothing compared to what you experienced from your past relationship. You surrendered yourself completely and kissed him back, hoping that it would take all the pain and frustration that you felt.

“You’re such a tease Y/N. You’re torturing the shit out of me right now.” He was sucking and biting harshly on one part of your neck that you were sure it would totally leave a mark. His irises were in a deep shade of red, a sign that his wolf was taking over.

His hands slid down all the way from your back until it reached your ass. You yelped when Jungkook grabbed your bottoms only to pull you up. Your phone made a sound when it fell on the floor but you didn't care. You and your hands were too focused on roaming Jungkook's shoulders and pulling the strands of his soft curly hair.

You almost whined when Jungkook broke the kiss only to lick and attack your neck. His sudden action caused you to moan and your nails scratched his tattooed arm involuntarily, causing him to hiss. He returned the favor by putting a hand to your waist only to grip it tightly.

“A-Ah shit. Fuck you, Jungkook.”

He chuckled dangerously. Jungkook continued his work on your neck. He ran his fangs on your clavicle causing you to jolt against him as your eyes almost reached the back of your head.

You couldn't think straight anymore and neither could he. Your wolf chanted Jungkook's name over and over, you were starting to give in.

But something felt wrong. Yes, there was something far worse than having Jungkook's tongue down your throat right now. Your body felt hot and your vision started to blur.

"Jungkook wait. Stop." You weakly pushed his chest and gripped his arms tightly to get him back to his senses. He was breathing heavily against your skin when his red eyes slowly turned back into it’s natural brown color.

"Y/N what's-- Fuck!" Jungkook cursed loudly when you passed out against his chest. It took him awhile to get back to his senses but when he finally did he carried you and put you down on his bed.

He stared at you for a moment, realizing what you two just did. His wolf was taking over him when he saw you at the dancefloor. The way you looked and smelled was the last straw. The amount of alcohol he consumed was partly to blame. Jungkook wanted you to submit to him when he pinned you against the wall. He wanted to dominate every part of you so bad that he lost control.

A part of him felt guilty. He knew you were drugged judging by how dilated your pupils were when he looked into your eyes. His plan was to keep you safe yet he took advantage of your current state. He clenched his teeth and kept in mind to punish Taehyung for giving you that cookie.

Jungkook looked away and sighed. He walked straight into his bathroom and turned the water on.

After all that has happened he needed a cold bath to calm him down and help him think straight.

The heat of the sun on your skin is what got you groaning in the early morning. The sudden pain that you felt on your abdomen made you breathe erratically. The beads of sweat on your body irritated you even more. Your lashes slowly fluttered when you finally opened your eyes.

The memories of what happened last night were faint in your head. If the headache that you felt right now wasn’t enough to make you remember then the alpha beside you probably will.

The view made it harder for you to breathe. Beside you was Jeon Jungkook who’s upper body was on full display, gray sweatpants were the only thing that was covering the lower part of his body.

So many thoughts filled your mind, the thought of you two having sex was no exception cause you couldn’t find the clothes you wore last night and your undergarments were only covered by a large white shirt that reached your knees. Surely I would remember if we had sex right? I’m sure Jungkook isn’t the type to make a woman forget. Should I wake him up and ask him to do it again--

And that exact thought was the part that got you running to his bathroom and locking yourself in. Your whole body felt hot. You were thinking about Jungkook, you were ready to pounce at him even. Your abdomen hurts like hell.

You were in heat.

A female’s heat comes every month and lasts for about a week. The heat of males lasts the same but it only comes once a month during winter, which is mating season. You despised it. It's so unfair and it tortures every part of your being. You knew your heat was coming but you never expected it to happen today, especially with an alpha close by. You took every bit of restraint and self respect that you had just to keep yourself locked up and not throw yourself at Jungkook.

Oh Goddess. You called out, hoping that she would prevent you from losing your mind.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's eyes opened quickly when the strong scent of vanilla and lavender filled his lungs. He didn't even bother to stretch his limbs just to find where the sweet smell was coming from.

His lips parted when his brown orbs were slowly turning red, his wolf wanted to take over and he knew exactly why. Any wolf nearby could tell that you were in heat, alpha's most likely. Since alphas and omegas are "destined for each other" they are the ones that are most likely affected when sensing heat.

Jungkook was frustrated that you weren't in his pack, the mind link would surely help to check if you were okay. Atleast she had the decency to lock the door, he thought. Because if you didn't, you two would probably end up in a situation you'll both regret.

For the first time in his life Jungkook didn't know what to do. He just stood in front of his bathroom door as thoughts filled his mind. He badly wanted to help you through your heat yet one wrong move, the everything will be even more complicated than before. It's the heat that's making me like this. The heat. Yes, it's the heat.

Maybe fate was playing with the two of you. You despised one another yet you can't help but to attract each other.

You on the other hand, gathered all the might and courage that you had. Jungkook was startled and took a few steps back when you suddenly opened the door. You didn't even bother to look at him and just focused on finding your things and go. You were panicking inside your head, the clothes that you wore last night were neatly folded on the table beside his king sized bed yet it immediately crumpled when you gathered it without any care. Your main priority was to get out of there immediately yet you couldn't stop yourself from asking Jungkook what happened.

"Jungkook, about last night--" You tried to speak but he immediately cut you off.

"Last night was a mistake Y/N."

Your eyes met his brown orbs that held the same emotion the first time you interacted with him. It was cold, so cold.

"Of course it was. But.. did something happen? Between us?" You asked cautiously.

Jungkook let out the fakest laugh you ever heard as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Really Y/N? Did you really think that something will ever happen between us?"

"What's with the attitude? How the fuck am I supposed to know? You tell me Jeon, why else would I be wearing your fucking shirt right now?" Your blood was starting to boil because of anger.

"Because you made a fucking mess on your clothes! You really shouldn't be drinking Y/N you know why? Cause your weak ass can't handle simple alcohol. I did you a fucking favor and you're not even a part of my pack." He growled, emphasizing his last statement.

"So that's what this is about? You being a little bitch cause I won't bow down to you? Well guess what? I never will cause submitting to an alpha like you would only prove that I'm weak. I'm glad that I'm not a part of your pack. Anyone would be unlucky to have someone like you as their alpha." You attempted to leave but he caught your wrist before you even made a move.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you had your tongue down on my throat last night? Tell me Y/N, if you hate me so much then why the fuck did you kiss me back?" Jungkook smirked when you were caught off guard by his question.

"It was a mistake Jungkook. We were both drunk." You looked away and refused to look at his eyes. Restraining yourself was already difficult but he made it even harder the moment he touched your wrist.

"I'm pretty sure that you enjoyed it though." You were sure that he knows you're on your heat yet he's pushing both of your patience and limits.

Both of you turned your head's when you heard the sound of Jimin's voice behind Jungkook's door.

"Kook? Who do you have in there? You do know it's dangerous to have an unmarked female that's in heat in a house that has 3 alpha's with no mates right?" Jimin's concerned voice was very clear.

It's a good thing that Jimin's a beta. He could sense the different scents around him yet unlike alpha's, he doesn't go crazy when he smells a female wolf in heat.

Jimin didn't expect to see the two of you when he opened the door. Heck, he knew that you two couldn't stay in the same room without fighting. The sight in front of him made his jaw drop almost instantly. Your cheeks were in a shade of bright red and Jungkook was clearly restraining his wolf. Both of you showed too much skin and the smell of sexual tension was very clear in the air.

When the door was wide open now, you took it as an opportunity to finally leave. But Jungkook’s voice made you stop your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going somewhere where you’re not around.”

“Really? Wearing that? Do you need me to remind you that I’m not the only alpha in house and in this city?” He mocked.

“Oh god! Jimin? A little help here?!” You cried in frustration and you raised your brows at your best friend.

“Okay I’m confused as fuck but I have to side with Jungkook for this one. He’s right Y/N. It’s dangerous for you to go out in that state. How about you go to my room and I’ll go run for some heat suppressants?”

You parted your lips, trying to make up words to say something but nothing came out of your mouth.

"Don't argue with me on this one Y/N."

You sighed and nodded your head in defeat. His idea was the best one to be used so that you could avoid problems.

But deep down inside you knew you couldn’t stay still and just wait for Jimin to come back, especially with Jungkook around You wanted to get out, the sooner the better.

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