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#LOVER YOU'RE THE ONE TO BLAME ALL THAT YOURE DOING CAN YOU HEAR THE VIOLENCE?????
trafalgarlogy · 1 year
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If you do yandere had cannons could you please do some with sae with a darling that has the personality of yui from diabolic lovers if you're not too busy
sure!!💕
☰ WEIRD GIRL - SAE ITOSHI
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CUSTOMER . @kiannas-stuff TW . Possessiveness, Violence, Reader's personality is kinda like Yui Komori, more like a softie reader? , Manga spoiler, Cringy Writing, Manga events included, Fem! Reader
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⊹. . How Did You Meet ?
‎‧₊˚ Sae Itoshi, the Soccer Genius of all of Japan lost to Team " Blue Lock ", had shaken the corners of the nation more than those present in the stadium, and this shocking event became a headline of various news platforms. ‧₊˚ he didn't care much about it in any way as he still believed he was far superior to them for all he could blame was the bunch of weaklings on the team, who let him down. ‧₊˚ he scrolled through the headlines with a tired look on his face, a sigh escaped his lips as he threw his phone to the corner of the bed carelessly, he got up to take his wallet and keys of his manor moving outside in the cold weather. ‧₊˚ He quietly walked to a local convenience store nearby his house, entering the store he was greeted by many stunned faces just looking at him, scoffing them off. ‧₊˚ strolling through the area with his usual poker face, without even realizing his teal eyes caught the view of a (h/c)-ette girl struggling as her hands tried to reach the top of the rack to get something. ‧₊˚ he quietly approached her and raised his hands to get the item that her small hands were struggling to get for so long, he turned towards her to meet the gorgeous face of the girl which he couldn't help but admire. ‧₊˚ The anonymous girl waved her hand in front of his face getting him back into reality, "sir?...are you alright", Sae blinked twice in confusion and turned red in embarrassment, he threw the item into her hands and rushed to another corner, leaving the girl standing there in confusion. ‧₊˚ after a while, he went to the counter with a can of energy drink, placed it on the desk, and the employee got and grab the can to scan the code as Sae quietly watched him, "that'd be 150 yen", he took out his wallet and placed a 1000 yen note making the employee's jaw drop "keep the change." he said walking out of the shop. ‧₊˚ He walked outside the shop to hear the employee scream "THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING!", rolling his eyes as he kept walking, "Sir!" a familiar voice from behind stopped his steps, turning around he saw her again, her panting heavily with her hands on her knees and him glaring at her, he spoke "What...?" ‧₊˚ "Well, I wanted to say Thank you cause you helped me back there," the girl said standing up straight after catching some breath, "and so you took the struggles to catch with me to say this?..." a disgusted look formed on his face, "well yeah! of course, well I guess I'm done here...now I'm going to take my leave" (h/c)-ette bowed and took a turn to leave, "Hey! wait..." the girl turned her head around with one of her eyebrows raised, "Well nevermind...you can go..." Sae said with a sigh. ‧₊˚ "Oh ok...well let's meet some other day!" the girl replied with a smile, the response stunned Sae for a moment, "Sure..." said in a low voice with sarcasm, "btw I'm (Name), remember me ok!" waving a bye before running away. ‧₊˚ "(Name)...", "What a weird girl..." he rolled his eyes.
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⊹. . Aftermath
‧₊˚ At first Sae thought you were someone weird for how casually you talked to him in your first meeting. Though, your personality didn't fail to amaze him. ‧₊˚ this simple thought of you took turns into becoming an obsession, how can just a local girl like you, who he met at a convenience store just drive him insane in just a single meeting. ‧₊˚ He didn't know anything about you other than your name, he would always look forward for he'd bump into you again but, this time never let you go ‧₊˚ Well this time it seemed like god was on his side, and he finally found you, as much as he was happy, he was jealous at the same time with the view of you being with some other guy/girl other than him. (chill that person is not your s/o , just a friend of yours) ‧₊˚ but he was a guy who was just too spoiled from a very young age, if he wants something he gets it no matter what. and you are no exception ‧₊˚ in his opinion you were a play hard, who was trying to ignore the fact he is an international level soccer player, and that he was known worldwide, but little did he know that you didn't even know a single thing about soccer. ‧₊˚ The more he got to know you, the more he realized how naive, caring and innocent you were, there was something about you that made him fall for you harder day by day. ‧₊˚ He loved every single thing about you, that kind personality of you to help anyone in need, you were such a pure soul he thought he swore that he wouldn't let anyone ruin you, he wanted to take you somewhere no soul could even dare lay a finger at you. ‧₊˚ indeed you were too naive, to fall in love with a monster like him...
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⊹. . How Would He Treat You?
‧₊˚ well in most of the animes I portrayed the characters to be extremely violent to a level that they don't have a hesitancy to do some killing for their darling, but the case here is different I believe, yes, Sae is indeed violent but not too a level of killing cause aside from you he gives very much importance to his career and he can't take any chances to commit something like this for his own reasons. ‧₊˚ Cause first, his career would get ruined alongside his reputation among the newer generation of soccer players. ‧₊˚ Second, He knows it would hurt his darling if he does something like that, and he can't afford to see you cry right? ‧₊˚ If some guy touches you, Sae is strong enough to break those hands and send that guy to the hospital without even getting reported to the police. ‧₊˚ but he hides this monstrous side of his from you, cause he is afraid you would leave him. What would he be without you? ‧₊˚ But here is the thing he is R.O.U.G.H, the guy would leave bite marks over your neck and tell you to wear somewhat revealing dresses to show the marks, as to tell the world who you belong to ‧₊˚ let's say he would spoil you rotten, I mean he is a celebrity right? imagine his annual income, it's enough for you to buy every single thing you ever wanted ‧₊˚ well he finds you too adorable that he developed a habit to squish your cheeks. (IDK I JUST TURNED RED WRITING THIS ONE.) ‧₊˚ He is not too possessive and yet too possessive, but only in the cases you being around other men other than him or else you have the freedom to enjoy anything you like. ‧₊˚ But what if, you find out about his bad side what would happen? ‧₊˚ Well, he would try convincing you he did it all to keep you happy, but you won't buy it so he would leave you alone, till you can calm down and he could sort things out with you. ‧₊˚ well longer the relationship the more he knows about you, so using that innocence of yours up to his advantage he would successfully convince you to stay with him. after all they don't call him a genius for no reason right? ‧₊˚ well he'd force but not actually force you to get a tattoo of his name(optional where) ‧₊˚ people who know you are scared of him, and they'd tell you he is scary but you still deny it. ‧₊˚ he saw himself to be a devil for a goddess like you, who brought light to his darkness. ‧₊˚ most of the guys who ever tried to make you uncomfortable or flirt with you were reportedly almost beaten to death but survived with serious permanent damages, as you could say Sae spared the for the sake of you. ‧₊˚ and yet again things go back, and he would occasionally take you with him on a vacation. ‧₊˚ well he would always book you a front row to his match so that he could watch your cute reactions to his goals, and that you would cheer him which would boost his confidence or more like ego. ‧₊˚ and even when you are too shy kissing him when he asks for it, in front of people, especially his teammates then oh dear, he would get annoyed, that he would just pull you close and start making out with you shamelessly in front of them. ‧₊˚ well humiliation like this is common in your relationship with him. ‧₊˚ Just so you know Sae Itoshi is a monster disguised as your prince charming of your dreams.
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sollattes · 6 months
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The oya boys, when you get cat called hcs
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warning: the usual HnL stuff, yk violence, bruises, and wounds:)
Hanaoka fujio:
-the worst thing you can do in front of fujio is disrespect his friends, so when somebody disrespects you, his significant other, nuh uh, they ain't walking out of oya without that a black eye and bruises
-makes sure that you're okay before beating the guys that cat called you
-also, make sure that the guys' comments don't affect you, assure you that nothing is your fault, and that you have the right to where what you want
-definitely a "my s/o can wear anything they want, I can fight" type of boyfriend
-"if you ever do that again, I'll put some of your teeth down your throat"
Tsukasa takajo:
-he is normally non-confrontational, but when it comes to you? Tsukasa is ready to destroy himself a thousand times for you
-makes sure that you won't see him beat the guy that cat called you up since he doesn't want you to be afraid of him or see him as someone he is capable of hurting you
-like fujio, he would assure you that nothing is your fault
-will never let you walk home alone again, he would either escort you himself or have fujio walk you home
-"you ever pull that shit again, and I'll make sure that you'll be eating with a straw for the rest of your life"
todoroki yosuke:
-now todoroki wouldn't take action immediately. His no. 1 priority is you
-he would comfort you first, then hunt the guy down like a predator hunting for its prey
-After making sure that you'll be okay on your for a little while, he is now a man on mission
-would let you treat his wounds after the fight tho(if he even has any)
-"if I ever see you near them ever again, I promise your nose won't be the only thing that's broken"
Poly tsuji and shiba:
-now if you think having one oya boy is protective... MAKE THAT DOUBLE !
-though their reactions are similar, their approach towards it are pretty different
-tsuji's priority would probably have the guy that cat called you kneel before you and apologise until his breathe runs out, while Shiba's priority would be comforting you and assuring you though he would also make sure that his other lover woudnt be alone in beating the guy up
-they also would let you their wounds while assuring you that every cut or bruise they got was worth it since they got it from fighting for you
-"now now I can't just let myself have all the fun, just wait until my boyfriend gets here and he'll be the one finishing the job"
Yasushi:
-it's everyone's favourite feral cat time !!
-yall know how crazy protective yasushi gets, so if someone would breathe on you the wrong way, hell would break loose
-eventhough he is already so eager to smack a bitch, he would still make sure you are safe and away from the fight then after making sure you're okay and kissing your forehead lovingly yasushi is now on his way to fuck shit up
-gets a bit sadistic while beating the guy up so you'll be the one to calm him down<3
-"I won't stop until you're bleeding from inside and out"
Nakagoshi ooki:
-now, nakagoshi really matured from when we first saw him to now. He is now more calm and thinks before doing anything
-like todoroki, he wouldn't do anything at first, and the only one that would be on his mind was you
-nakagoshi would only show his sweet side to you and keeps you away from his gang persona, he tends to keep it that way, so he would talk with nakaoka in secrecy about on how get revenge on the guy, he would never let you hear any of it
-would hide his injuries from you so you won't blame yourself for anything
-"if you ever try to take away their innocence, they still have, I assure you you will never live to see the sunrise again"
I might make a housen ver later but uhm hope you enjoyed it😘
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quinnnfabrgay-writes · 7 months
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Let Me Desecrate You
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(i could literally watch this gif for hours, what is wrong with me - i'm only just now noticing the pinky ring, holy shit i'm so feral right now)
pairing: Javi Gutierrez x spy!fem!reader
summary: Originally planned for the Haunted Hoedown. We all know Javi G is a cinnamon roll of a human being, but like what if he wasn’t? Javi finds out about your secret mission to assassinate him and takes matters into his own hands (his big, strong hands that could easily wrap around your throat... anyway)
prompts: spy au // “it’s just a little blood.” // one-sided enemies to lovers (sort of) // knife play/blood play + dacryphilia // ‘this person’ ordered me to kill you but i actually think i’m in love with you
wc: 3.5k
tags/warnings: 18+ only - MINORS DNI, smut smut smut, DARK & ROUGH SMUT FYI, no use of y/n, reader understands Spanish, knife play, blood play, dacryphilia, insinuated threats of violence, actual violence (a small cut, rough grabbing and manhandling), so maybe dub-con?, oral (m receiving), face fucking, degradation??? he just really likes to see you cry and can't stfu about it, and he also really likes taunting you, might even consider him a sadist in this, but reader is a lil bit of a masochist so there's that, cum play, fingering, breath play - choking, refractory period? what refractory period?, unprotected p in v, semi-public sex - gotta incorporate that balcony somehow, (slight) threats of death, orgasm denial, idk y'all this got away from me and got real dark real quick, like i truly don't know what to say except i'm sorry
a/n: this is beyond depraved (for me at least) and i only have this gif to blame and the fact that i came up with this idea while i was ovulating lmao. i have yet to watch this movie (i know, i know - it's on my list!) so Javi is most likely wildly OOC - like he's really mean in this (or at least i think he is, but i'm a highly sensitive soul). Also please feel free to correct my undoubtedly clumsy Spanish (translations at end) - I want to be better at including it in fics, especially where we know for certain the characters have Spanish as their first language or use it a lot in their daily lives. Learning and becoming more comfortable with Spanish + French are on my '31 things to do before turning 31' list! i honestly don't know what to say for myself except i hope y'all enjoy my first foray into dark fic lmao (i'm actually so nervous about posting this y'all). I wrote most of this and finished it in a horny haze with very minimal editing, so I apologize if there are some errors, I just needed to get this out there before I decided against it.
music inspo: Closer - Nine Inch Nails
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You think Javi is talking to you, he has to be, you're the only two out on the balcony and you can see his lips moving, yet the only thing you can hear is your blood pounding in your ears. The surge of adrenaline shooting through your veins meant to help you escape and save yourself had been made futile as you now find yourself thrown and pressed up against the wall. Instead, it has only triggered a panic attack. It almost feels as if your chest could cave in on itself from the invisible crushing weight of your anxiety. You’re trying hard to keep your composure, but that’s hard to do when you know you’ve been caught.
You never understood why someone would want someone as sweet and genuine as Javi Gutierrez dead, until you saw how dangerous he could be if someone crossed the wrong line with him. You have never seen this man's eyes go as cold as they did that day two months ago, that is until now.
The man you were paid to get close to before getting the job done is a distant memory compared to the sight in front of you. His beautiful waves have abandoned their perfectly styled state and are now hanging across his forehead, a few strands falling in front of his eyes. His usual easy smile and kind eyes have been traded for a dangerously emotionless expression. He’s got you pinned against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw tightly, holding your head in place so you can’t turn away from him. His other hand wields a pocket knife; he holds it up in front of your face, the blade reflecting the sun’s light as he casually waves it around, taunting you.
“Now,” he starts, his voice threateningly low, “I’ve learned some very disturbing information.” 
You wince as he brings the knife closer to your cheek, lightly resting the blade on your skin. 
“I’ve been informed that I have a terrible rat problem in my home. We’re not aware of just how many we are dealing with, but I have a feeling there’s just one rat that’s been causing issues recently.”
He slowly puts pressure on the blade, the sharp chilling metal tugging and pulling at your skin until it finally breaks through, leaving a small cut from your cheekbone down to the apple of your cheek. You let out an involuntary whimper from the pain, tears springing in your eyes instantly. 
“¿Por qué lloras, pequeña paloma? It’s just a little blood, I’m sure you’ve spilled more than this.” A low guttural groan settles at his throat as he reaches out and wipes a tear away with his thumb, before dragging it down your cheek collecting a drop of blood on the way, and pushing it to your lips, a silent order to open them for him. You do so, he presses his thumb down on your tongue, forcing you to taste the salt of your own tears, the iron of your own blood. A shiver runs through your body. You try to convince yourself it’s in fear or because there’s a sudden chill in the air. But as a warmth slowly starts coming to life in between your thighs, it’s become painfully aware exactly what and how much you feel for the man you were contracted to kill.
Javi pulls his thumb from your tongue and wraps it back around the handle of the knife. The grip on your jaw in his other hand tightens as he slowly traces the blade down from your cheek, and glides it down your skin to rest on the side of your neck. “So, you were only here to kill me?” He tsks and shakes his head. “What a shame. I really believed you as a confidant, an ally… a friend.”  
He pushes the blade slightly harder into the side of your neck. You shake your head back and forth in denial, being careful to not move yourself further into the sharp tip of the knife. “No, no I wasn’t I-”
His grip on your jaw tightens even more, his fingertips pushing your cheeks into your teeth, inflicting more pain and no doubt leaving bruises. You’re beyond trying to look confident or pulled together. At this point you’re just trying to survive. You’ve seen what this man could do once someone crosses a line. You can only whimper as the tears fall, not knowing what you could do to save yourself.
“Listen to me carefully as I will only say this once.” He dips his face closer to yours, the tip of his nose lightly brushing yours. You gasp at the sudden change in proximity, closing your eyes tightly to avoid his intense gaze. “I don’t take too kindly to liars. Especially not those who I consider close to me.”
He digs the knife in harder, barely breaking the skin on your neck as he slowly glides it across your neck. By the time you speak up, he’s already cut two inches down.  
“Okay fine, fine, I’ll tell you everything!” You were barely able to choke the words out as you could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate. Javi doesn’t remove the blade from your neck, but he lets up on the pressure giving your neck temporary relief. He still has a tight grip on your jaw, but he pulls his head back and looks down on you. You open your eyes as he raises an eyebrow as a signal to continue.
“Someone ordered me to kill you. They told me to play it slow, get on your staff somehow and blend in with the others at first. Then slowly get to know you, get closer to you, befriend you. I was supposed to try to get a confession and some information out of you, and then put a bullet in between your eyes. I was sent here to do that, but-” Your bottom lip trembles, you’re not certain if it’s fear or embarrassment as you’re about to pour your heart out to the man you were contracted to kill. “But I couldn’t.” Your voice so low it’s barely above a whisper.
“And why is that?”
“Because I think I could- I think I’m… Javi, I’m falling in love with you.”
He laughs cruelly, both eyebrows now raised in twisted amusement. “Do you really think I am that stupid? That I would fall for your fake declaration of love, and let my walls down again to only have you turn around and finish the job? I don’t think so, little dove.”
“Javi, no. I’m not- I’m not lying to you this time.” Your voice erring more on the side of desperate, but you’re only concerned with staying alive at the moment.  “Let me prove it to you.” 
You see him roll his jaw as he contemplates his next steps. He first takes a slight step back, giving you room to push off the wall. He lets go of the grip he has on your jaw, letting his hand fall back to his side. He’s no longer holding you back, giving you just enough space to make a break for it and run for the hills if you really wanted to. But you don’t want to. You don’t want to be anywhere else but here, finally able to show Javi just how much you have fallen for him already. 
As you drop to your knees, you slide your hands down the front of his chest and rest them at the waistband of his pants. You look up at him through your eyelashes, your breath picking up in anticipation. 
He gives a small nod, licking his lips involuntarily while he watches you unbutton and slowly unzip his pants. You slide your hands back up over the fabric, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly guide them down his legs along with his pants, bringing them just low enough to free his hard and throbbing cock.
Your mouth falls open at the sight of him. You didn’t realize just how much Javi was enjoying his interrogation. It should be concerning, frightening even, to know that he gets off on violence. Instead the throbbing between your legs grows stronger, forcing you to squeeze your thighs together in search of some relief from the pressure.
One of your hands comes up to wrap around the base, trying to ignore the fact that your fingertips are just barely grazing each other. He hisses between his teeth at the sudden contact, his fists clenching at his sides. You slowly start stroking him, twisting your wrist as you reach the head and gliding your fist back down, smearing the small string of precum already leaking from the tip to help your grip glide more easily up and down his shaft. You look back up at his face as you lean forward and tentatively circle the tip with your tongue, giving some extra attention to the sensitive spot on the underside of the head. 
His jaw clenches as he watches you. It’s taking all his strength to not let a moan slip out, but he’s not ready to give you that sense of satisfaction. Not after he’s learned what you are. He has to shut his eyes when you lean forward even more and finally sink your mouth down on him until your lips meet your fist at the base of his cock. You take it slow, setting a tortuous pace, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue around him as you continue your ministrations. You shiver when he opens his eyes again, his pupils blown as his expression darkens.
After a few languid bobs up and down his cock, he crowds you closer to the wall, forcing you to bend backwards until your head is resting on the wall. With his cock still in your mouth, you’re grateful you still had a hand around the base preventing him from pushing further between your lips. It doesn’t last long as he knocks your hand, a silent order to let go of your hold on him. Javi moves his hands to cradle your head, tilting your face up slightly so he can see you better. With your head pinned up against the wall, and his hold on your head, you have nowhere to turn from this. You’ve just now realized you no longer have any power in this situation. He looks down at you holding your gaze before he growls, “we do this my way.”
You barely have time to process his words before he’s slowly walking forward, forcing you to take his cock further in your mouth, the tip suddenly hitting the back of your throat. You swallow around him involuntarily, beginning to choke as he continues to shove himself further down your throat. You brace yourself with your hands on his thighs, gripping down hard in hopes of distracting yourself and focus on breathing through your nose. Tears immediately begin to form and gather around your lashes from the harsh intrusion.
You look up at him, watching him already coming undone as he pulls his hips back to thrust himself back down your throat, immediately setting a brutal pace. You squeeze his thighs harder, spit starting to drip down out of the corners of your mouth. Between how rough he’s being and the tears spilling from your eyes, the cut on your cheek starts to get agitated and slowly starts bleeding again. Your tears mix with the few drops of blood from your cheekbones and run into Javi’s hands on your cheeks. The depravity of it all just spurs him on even more to the point where he is just spewing filth. “Oh fuck, you don’t know how many times I have thought about making a mess of this pretty face of yours.” “You should see yourself right now. Tears streaming down your face, your lips swollen as I fuck this beautiful mouth.” “Oh, little dove, you take it so well.” 
His head falls back as he moans, picking up his pace even more as he gets closer. All you can do is continue to grip his thighs and concentrate on not choking. You feel his pace starting to falter, thinking he must be close. His fingertips dig into your skull, pulling your face in closer with each thrust. Right before he cums he orders you, his voice rough and gravelly, “don’t swallow yet.” 
He stutters as he finally tumbles over the edge, painting your throat full of his spend, his hips hitching as he rides out his high. He steps back when finished, grabbing your jaw with a hand still stained with your blood. “Open up, let me see it.”
You open your mouth wide, trying to keep the shock off your face when he swipes his thumb on your tongue, collecting some of his cum to rub across your lips. “Vaya, miren eso.” After what feels like a few minutes, he urges you to close your mouth before telling you to swallow.
With his vice-like grip still tightened around your jaw, he pulls you up roughly and crashes his lips onto yours, immediately pushing his tongue between your lips to claim your mouth. A small gasp escapes your throat, followed by a louder moan as he wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Turning the two of you around, he quickly walks you backwards towards the stone railing, pushing you up against it until it’s digging into your lower back. 
The railing is so low, you could easily fall over and plummet to your end; the thrill and exhilaration of the uncertainty of it all triggers a wave of arousal to pool in your panties. A choked whimper falls from your lips as he pulls back from you, just enough to turn you around to face the balcony and the ground far below it. He roughly grabs your arms and pins them behind your back, holding them in place with a single hand. He slides his other hand across your abdomen before brushing it down your clothed mound, lifting your dress up to dip his fingers under the waistband of your panties. 
You feel his hot breath hitch on your cheek when he discovers the evidence of your growing arousal, a low rumbling groan emanating from his chest as he dips two fingers to circle your entrance, soaking them in your wetness. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you exhale a whine, the heat spreading from the apex of your thighs, tingles settling at the base of your spine from the contact. 
His lips graze the shell of your ear, a deep growl passing his lips as he taunts you. “Mmm, estás disfrutando esto, no?”
The anticipation leaves you breathless as you respond weakly, “yes Javi.”
With no warning, he dips his hand further down and thrusts three fingers into you, roughly setting a jarring pace. You cry out from the abrupt intrusion, the slight burn of the stretch stoking the flames of something devastating building in your core. Your walls slowly expand, making room for his fingers as the pain completely melts away and turns into pure bliss. You rest your head back on his chest, already feeling your toes start to curl and tears prick your eyes from the intensity.
“Gotta get you ready for me.” He presses his hips against your ass, dragging his hardened cock between your cheeks. “You feel that? All those tears and pretty little sounds already have me riled up again.” He groans, his cock twitching as another whimper passes through your lips. “Tengo que tenerte. Necesito estar dentro de ti.”
He abruptly rips his fingers out of your dripping pussy, using his feet to kick your legs apart, and moves your hands to rest on the stone ledge, squeezing them as a silent order to keep them there. He wastes no time in sliding your panties to the side as he notches the head of his cock at your entrance. He seems to give you a second to brace yourself for what’s to come, before grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and slowly pushing into your heat, effectively splitting you open around him. 
You both moan in unison, completely disregarding the fact that anyone could hear you and walk out to find the two of you in such a compromising position. The possibility and thought of it forces your walls to clench harder around Javi, coaxing another low moan from his lips. You shudder as his hips finally rest flush against your ass, seating his cock fully inside you. His forehead drops to rest against your temple, his breath ragged and hot on your cheek.
His hands move from your hips to rest on top of your hands on the railing, slowly tightening his grip on them, pressing them forcefully into the solid stone. He takes a shuddering breath as he slowly pulls out of you until the tip is the only part of him sheathed inside you. After a few long seconds, you start to press your hips back as you whine, needing him to move and give you some relief from the frustrating pressure that’s been building. He thrusts forward harshly, hips colliding with your skin before pulling back and pummeling back into in brutal pace.
His voice is completely wrecked as he starts to taunt you again. “You see how close to the edge we are? I could easily push you over once I’m done with you. Tell me, little dove, do you trust me? Your life is completely in my hands right now.”
His grip on your hands tightens. The harder he digs your hands into the stone, the tighter your cunt chokes his cock, which only spurs him on even more. It’s dizzying, your head falls forward as his pace quickens, your release dangling on the edge as your pleasure rapidly grows and climbs higher. 
“Javi, I’m so close.”
He moves a hand from one of yours and brings it to your throat, smearing the blood that’s dribbled down your neck as he clasps his hand around your throat. He pulls your head back to his chest, forcing your back to arch even more, as he brings his lips to your ear. His voice drops dangerously low. 
“You cum right now and that’s the last thing you’ll ever do.”
You shudder. “Javi, please.”
He laughs, mocking you. “You really think you deserve it?” He grabs your throat tighter, causing you to start gasping for air, your free hand automatically moving to grab his to try and take some of the pressure off. “You take what I give you, and in return I spare your life.” He practically spits out the last words.
He moves his other hand to quickly circle your clit with two fingers, intentionally making it harder for you to keep your composure. Uncontrollable tremors wrack your body as you whine and whimper, willing yourself to not cum even though it’s becoming increasingly harder to hold yourself back. You seriously start to consider throwing all caution to the wind and just let it happen - if it turns out he’s not bluffing it’d be a hell of a way to go, right? But then you would miss out on the possibility of having more of this. And you can’t have that, not when you’re finally getting what you’ve been too afraid to ask anyone for. Not when you finally have Javi’s hands on you. Your eyes roll back in your head, mustering all your strength to keep yourself from going over the edge, hiccuping as fresh tears prick your eyes from the effort.
Luckily for you, Javi opens his eyes and takes notice of the tears now streaming down your face as you start to clench him tighter, setting off his own orgasm. His grip on your throat tightens as a choked moan escapes his lips, his hips stuttering as he stuffs and fills your pussy with his spend. You clench your eyes tightly, trying to distract yourself from the addicting feeling of him pulsing inside you while he rides out his high. You’re determined to follow his orders and keep yourself from cumming, even though you’re dangerously close to snapping.
Javi mutters a small, but wrecked fuck as he tries to catch his breath, not expecting his release to hit him as hard as it did. He hisses as he pulls his softened cock out of you, moving his hands to fix your panties back in place to keep his cum from leaking down your legs. He stuffs himself back into his pants before zipping and buttoning them back up. He wraps a hand back around your throat while his other arm wraps around your waist pulling you back flush against his chest.
He drags his nose across your cheek and moans as you’re still shaking and whimpering. “Go clean yourself up…” He pauses to lick a stray tear off of your skin before continuing, “and move your things to my room.”
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Translations: (again, please feel free to correct me if this is wrong, I genuinely want to learn and get it right!)
¿Por qué lloras pequeña paloma? = Why are you crying, little dove?
Vaya, miren eso. = Well, look at that.
estás disfrutando esto, no? = You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Tengo que tenerte. Necesito estar dentro de ti. = I have to have you. I need to be inside you.
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en-thralled · 1 year
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ENHYPEN YANDERE MAKNAE LINE [SUNOO, JUNGWON & NI-KI] PT. 2
MAKNAE LINE X READER
Warning: anything portrayed by ENHYPEN in this story does not reflect how they are in real life. I don't condone yandere behavior.
For entertainment purposes only
This story contains strong language and violence, read at your own risk :)!
A/N: yalls have been asking for part 2.. So here it is!!! It's really short. It's just to show new life of the reader. Sorry it took a while again😭 (i took a break from tumblr since i chose to focus on my studies :()i hope you like it though. I'm pretty sure this wasn't worth the wait😔💔(+this is pretty cringe frfr) . If you feel like this doesn't satisfy ur imagination, dw, there is part 3.(If you haven't seen part one yet, i recommend you read it. It gives a better understanding of the story.. 💜)
Also... Confession before I die(cbid) is on hold.
Part one here
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it feels like eternity being trapped in this hellhole. You were lifeless, laying down staring at nothing but the ceiling. You were indeed, mourning for your boyfriend's death, and his body isn't found until now. His poor parents are worried sick about him.
You were blaming it all on yourself. What if you stayed away from them? Would it change anything? Honestly, your life now is full of what if's. Now, you're stuck in this place, with your 'lovers' who claim to love you sosososo much... You couldn't believe it. What they were capable of. They would take a life-- lives just for you. The fact that they can do it over and over again. It was.. killing you inside.
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"Miss Y/n..." A knock startled you. it knocked you out of your trance, as you struggle to put yourself up to sit on the bed. "yes..?" You weakly answer.
"Master Yang, is calling to you. " the maid informs you. You let out a heavy sigh. You drag yourself to stand up. You lazily hold the doorknob to open it. The maid almost looked surprised of how you look right now, you looked terrible. You could tell the slight twist in her facial expression, you couldn't tell if it was worry or disgust.
The maid assists you in going down the cold marble stairs, she was holding on to you like there's no tomorrow, as if you were to collapse in any second.
You were welcomed by the three guys, sitting on the fancy couches. You never knew jungwon was this rich, you weren't invited to his house very often. Well, its because he'd find any excuse just to cancel the plans of coming over to his house.
Their heads turn to you, and automatically, your body stiffens.
"Hi y/n! " sunoo greeted you. You still remain not to give any eye contact to any of them.
"Hi." You simply say, the maid guides you to the seat.
"Gina, ask my y/n what she wants. " he commands the maid. She nods, "ms. Y/n, what do you want to eat for breakfast?" She asks you. What did you want to eat? I mean, how can you eat such glorious food given to you? Daehyun was supposed to be the one eating this food right now, he should be the one alive.
bang
A loud slam startled you. "honey," you shudder at the nickname, "didn't you hear what Gina said? I don't suppose you want to starve and die?" jungwon cocks his brows at you.
You gulp, " yes, yes I do. I'd be with my boyfriend, with daehyun." You felt the way sunoo and niki's eyes darken.
"Or, why not kill me now?" And a blink of an eye, you find yourself on the floor, and felt a sharp sting in your cheek.
"You fucking bitch." Sunoo hisses, "you should be thankful that your alive." With that, he leaves and jungwon follows, feeling the same rage sunoo was feeling.
Your lips quiver in fear. A tear fell from your eyes.
"Stand up." Niki orders.
you look up to niki with pleading eyes. "Why... just why would you do this?" You ask, hoping you would get an answer.
He chuckles, " Because we love you. Sososososo much." he smirks and leaves.
You were sick to the stomach,because they love you? What. Kind. Of. Sick. Fucking. Lie is that?
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butterfluffy · 1 year
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Hi fluffy!
Can we get Mihawk for your msa event please
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“my strange addiction”
⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· wine drunk, the vampire-like man made up his mind—and that is to finally come and get you to satisfy his addiction..
⠀⠀➧ fluff? | yandere!d. mihawk × gn!reader | oneshot
⠀⠀➧ warnings — contains yandere themes, (slight) violence, and kidnapping/abducting/confinement. get out of this fic if you're uncomfortable with these. mistakes and swearing are present too.
⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!
⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “my strange addiction,” which is a writing special i made to celebrate this account reaching 500+ followers.
requested by: anonymous — thank you for the request, anon! i had quite the fun on writing mihawk as a yandere, hehe! 🫶
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by continuing, you consent into reading this oneshot fanfic which contains yandere themes, violence, and confinement. if uncomfortable with these, please don't read this fic. also, do not go blaming me, i gave you a warning.
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Hearing the unpleasant sound of crows cawing loudly, your eyes cracked open, finally waking up.
“Ugh... My head hurts..” You muttered, a frown on your face as you sat upright on the bed you're on, which you noted to be rather... Unfamiliar.
“Ah?” You gasped out after a few moments, now fully awake, looking around the spacious room your in.
This is not my room.
You said to yourself, holding your breath, clutching the bedsheet tightly when you were hit with the realization.
“Where the hell am I? I.. This place, I don't know this place. All I know is that—” click.
Startled by the door clicking and creaking open, your head was quick to turn to its direction, eyes falling on this tall, good-looking, raven-haired man.
“Mhm, my love, I see that you finally woke up. Would you like to eat breakfast now?” He asked, approaching you with breakfast in his hands.
“I.. E...Excuse you? My... Love? Do I know—wait, who even are you? What—why am I here?” Interviewing the man who lightly chuckled by your questions, he hummed, setting breakfast down the table beside the bed before he went on to answer your inquiries.
“Ah... Mhm, first question, I am Mihawk. Dracule Mihawk, your lover.” Mihawk stated, causing you to tilt your head to the side.
A lover? Do you even have one? Moreover, do you even have a history with this man who proclaimed himself as your lover?
“But I—ah, nevermind.” About to object, you were quick to fall silent, not complaining furthermore to this handsome being before you.
“Then... I bought, well, abducted you here. Had quite the trouble since you were unwilling to come with me, even though I had asked you nicely.” Says the man with a shrug, his answer shocking you.
“You what?”
“Did you not hear me, my love? Would you like me to repeat what I had said previously?” Taking steps closer to you, you shrieked, backing away from him, rushing to the window.
“Don't come any closer, y..you creep, kidnapper!” You exclaim, backing yourself to a corner near the window, processing everything as you thought of what to do..
“That's not very nice of you to call me that, Y/n.” Mihawk utters, taking the almost emptied bottle of wine sitting on the desk and pouring it to his cup, calmly approaching you once again.
“Will you just behave here and accept this?” He whispers with a sigh before he emptied his cup in one go, dropping the glass on the floor, shattering it. Now standing in front of you, staring you down like a hawk with his preying eyes.
“...N..No!” You shout, pushing him away then setting a foot on the window, ready to jump down when—
“Careful, darling. The drop from here is pretty high. I can't have you dead.” Mihawk warns, quickly taking your arm before you could fall and pulling you close to him, embracing you.
“Now, just stay here with me, alrig—?” “Can't you take a fucking no as an answer!?”
Wriggling away from him, you took a shattered glass piece and pointed it at the raven-haired male who raised a brow.
“Sorry, I can't. I'm not, and will never take that no of yours, my love..” Taking the glass piece from your shaking hand, Mihawk held your hand, driving you to the bed, pinning you down as he pricked your skin with the shard, causing it to bleed.
“..So you'll have to stay here with me, whether you like it, or not....” He hums in a husky tone, licking the blood off your skin before he quickly pressed his smirking lips on yours, deciding to hold you captive just so you stay with him, if possible, forever...
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hearts4joon · 2 years
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00. the end. NEVER TEAR US APART.
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summary. waking up 300 years later, you're thrusted into the modern world - one where the loves of your life no longer know who you are, and despite being one of the most powerful witches in your decade, you're no match to the newest forces fighting to tear you apart, leaving the men with the familiar faces to care for the weird witch.
pairing. ot7 x reader
warnings. harassment, fighting, blood, violence, g*ns, death!!!!, lots of talks of lack of rights, mentions of sex.
word count. 10.1k
authors note. super important!!! all the members have a different name for this chapter but they’re quite similar to their rela names! just incase, here’s a little guide.
namjoon: hajoon, seokjin: seokjoon, yoongi: yeong, hoseok: hyon-seok, jimin: mi-jin, taehyung: jaehyung, jungkook: jung-hwa.
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You run down the dark forest, jumping over every tiny bump in the place you find huge comfort in. The floor is soft, dirt still seeped with water from the last time it had poured, which was just the night before. The air was cold, whipping against your slightly chubby cheeks, numb from the gusts of wind. Your dress was wet from its bottom edges as well and you were sure you would never hear the end of it from your mother, but you were too entranced in winning the race.
“You’re cheating!” Jung-hwa yells out to your laughing form.
“I am not!” You call back out, the huge smile on your face not leaving for a second.
“You’re using your powers! I just know it!”
“Am not!” You gasp out, the two of you slipping as you try and stop your fast bodies from colliding into the others. A pair of arms grab onto you before you get the chance to fall, clinging on them as you meet their touch.
“You can’t blame my wins on my power, Jungie.” You call out to him, panting from the run.
“I-it’s only because you do use them.” He waves you off, bending over, leaning his strong arms against his knees.
You scoff, turning to the man that had managed to grab you. There’s a bright smile decorated on his pretty face, dimples prominent. “Hello, pretty.” Ha-joon coos, leaning his forehead against yours. You can’t help the happy giggle that erupts as he holds you closer to his body.
You’re pulled out of the guys embrace and into another warm pair of arms. They’re not as big as Ha-joon’s and for that, you can easily tell it’s Yeong. You lay your head against his chest, content as he holds the back of your head gently. “I was beginning to get worried.” He sighs, “you and that dimwit took far too long.”
“Hey, we would have been sooner if this lady would just stop fixing her hair.”
“A lady needs to look beautiful.” You scoff under Yeong’s embrace.
“It didn’t matter in the end! Look at your locks now!”
“They’re fine now, my love.” Yeong assured you, patting down the last piece of baby hairs.
You turn about your hiding spot, only spotting Mi-jin, Seokjoon and Hyon-seok, missing Jae-hyung. Your eyebrows furrow with confusion, putting a bit of distance between you and your gummy-smile lover. “Where’s Jae?”
“Not sure,” Mi-jin answers, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “He had to watch his little sister for a while.”
“He’ll just be a little late.” Hyon-seok assures you, taking you into his arms. You laugh out loud wrapping your legs around his waist as he lightly spins you. “I promised I’d give you extra kisses for him.”
“Is that so?” You joke right back, puckering your lips out for him. He doesn’t waste a second, pressing his lips against yours. The swarm of butterflies that swarm in your tummy makes you smile in-between the lip-lock. The man pulls away, foreheads touching as he smiles down at you, a sweet look on his face. “I don’t think it was enough.” You shake your head, a feigned look of hurt sprawled on your features. “I need a bit more to make up for it.”
“I’ll give you all the kisses in the world when we head inside, alright?” He promises, putting you down, legs finally touching the floor. You don’t hesitate to take Ha-joon and Hyon-seok’s hands on your way to the cave you all had found.
It was dark and cold at first, but with materials from Seok-joon’s fathers shop, he got to put up a few posts for torches, and you often used your own gift to light up the place, which they loved to watch. In the end, the eight of you spruced the place up, creating a safe space. No one knew of the place, no one but the eight lovers of course. It was their safe haven from the cruel world they were made to live in. A place where you could be yourself and practice the gift given to you.
You skip into the cave, heading deep into your shared space. Yeong from behind you lit up his torch, lighting the rest as he made his way in. Instantly, the cave begins to warm up, the flames dancing around the place.
“Seokjoon, pull the blankets out, will you?” Hyon-seok calls out to the oldest guy. He nods, doing exactly as asked, wrapping one of the bigger pieces around your shaking body.
“Is my baby warm enough?” Seokjoon coos, wrapping you up in a big hug. You shiver in his hold as he places warm kisses around your face. “My baby, I always warn you to wear your warmest clothes.”
“I lent them to Jack.” You mention your youngest brother who had wanted to play with some kids. Your mother wouldn’t let him because she had yet to save up enough and buy him the warmest cloth you could find in your village. You quickly offered up your own jacket and wraps, to which he gave you a huge kiss on the cheek before he left in an excited flurry.
“Hmm, you sure are a nice sister.” Jung-hwa pulls you from his partner’s hold, dragging you to sit in the middle of the cave like he liked. He sits across from you, pulling your hands out. “Show me again.” He urges, eyes sparkling with excitement.
You laugh at his excited demeanor, pushing the blanket off of your shoulders. You hold your hands out further, eyes on Jung-hwa to catch every muscle movement on his face. You can feel the other’s eyes on you, also ecstatic to watch the way your fingers conjured something out of thin air.
Softly, you begin, “Post tenebras spero lucem.” And just like that, a ball of light is hovering over the palm of your hands. Jung-hwa is in complete awe, looking at it from every angle possible, eyes bright. “Want to see something I’ve been practicing with Jack?” The guy nods excitedly, looking up at you in awe.
“Hold your hands out.” You usher him, and he does as told, cupping his hands out like you were doing. You don’t let your mind drift from the ball of light as your wrists move upwards, letting the tiny power of light flutter into Jung-hwa’s hold. The giggles he lets out are heartwarming, making you and the others giggle with him as he twists and turns his arms to get the ball to move with him.
“How is this possible?” He squeals out, the light illuminating his face beautifully.
“It’s just a small induction of power.” You shrug, swiping at the ball, your mind releasing the ball. It disappears from his rough hands, but he’s not upset like you thought he’d be, rather, he’s on a high. “It’s easier on my body to do it with another witch but it’s still pretty cool, huh?”
“I wouldn’t know what to do if I had that power.” Mi-jin takes a seat beside you, laying his head on your shoulder. You chuckle at his words, patting down on his brown locks, they were fluffy and long, overdue for a haircut.
“Well… you don’t really do much with it to begin with.” You begin. “It’s just there…”
“But you do practice it, don’t you?” Ha-joon questions, taking his own place in your huddled circle.
“We do. But it’s just to control them, we are not supposed to use them outside of repressing them.”
“Supposed to.” Yeong chuckles, taking his own spot. “That doesn’t stop you does it?”
A cheeky smile erupts on your face. “I just think we shouldn’t hold a single part of ourselves hidden.”
“Even if it’s the best course of action for your kind?” Seokjoon questions, a brow up quizzically.
You shrug, dismissing the same argument you had with your mother. “Just because we embrace it doesn’t necessarily mean we’d share it with normal folk.”
“Would that not be a part of embracing it?”
“It shouldn’t have to be.” You can feel your excitement building at the plans you had shared with your mother. “There’s a huge number in our community and I think it would benefit to have us all live alongside one another. Have our own land, our own laws, our own schools — a nook in the world where we can be ourselves.”
Seokjoon smiles as he listens to you go on and on about your plans for the future of you and your people. You spoke animatedly, arms thrashing around to get your point across, all loving faces directed at you.
“I’ll help.” Jung-hwa is the first to offer. “I can help build these schools.”
You coo at his cute words, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. He blushes bright at your antic, lathering in your touch. “I need my strong man to help me.”
“Men.” Yeong corrects, “your strong men. We’ll all help.”
You laugh at his possessiveness. “Of course, Yeongie.” You assure him with a nod. “You all can help.”
“We’ll make it the safest place.” Ha-joon agrees, placing a sweet and chaste kiss on your temple.
“I’m holding you all to that.” You stare at them seriously. “So we can live in harmony.”
“Promise.” Mi-jin’s sweet smile is enough to settle your twinges of doubt. You place a warm kiss to his plump lips, only pulling apart when you hear the sound of steps. Turning, you watch the dark path worriedly, the other’s sharing the same look of worry.
Relief wafts through your body at the sight of Jae-hyung. You smile bright, love swarming through your body once more at your last love. “Jae,” you rise from your spot, ignoring how dirty your skirt now was. You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he welcomes your touch. His hold is strong, bringing you as close to him as possible. That makes you giggle, even more so when he inhales your scent shakily. “Are you alright, Jae?” You question, fingers gliding through his thick hair.
He nods against you. “I’m fine, beautiful.” But he doesn’t let you go, the others sharing a concerned look. “Just missed you is all.”
“I missed you too.” You rub at his back soothingly. While you were unsure what it could be, he was shaky and tense. Perhaps it was how busy his job could get ontop of taking care of his younger sister, so you shrugged it off. It wasn’t anything you and the boys couldn’t help him out with.
“You know I love you, right?” His sudden question doesn’t shock you, rather, it concerns you.
“Of course,” you pull away from him, arms settling on his waist as you look up into his deep brown eyes. “I love you too. But what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
He nods, that boxy smile of his directed at you now. It settles your nerves, assuring you all is fine with him. “Okay… I showed the others this cool trick, come, let me show you.”
You held onto your basket of herbs tight in your hands, legs moving fast to evade the man following you.
“____!” Baekhyun calls out to you, an obnoxious mustache on his upper lip. “I just want to talk!”
“My father has declined the proposal. It’s best you leave me and my sisters.” You call out to him, annoyance evident.
You feel a tug on your long skirt, a gasp erupting from your mouth. You pull away from his hold, your dark purple skirt swinging in the air as you look over at him, eyes wide. “You are not to touch me!”
“You are not to raise your voice at me!” He hits back, just as enraged. “You and your pathetic little family have no right to treat me this way.”
“We are not treating you in any unfair way.” You scoff, glaring up at the man. “You harass me and my eldest at every hour of the day — this treatment is only the cause of your own actions.”
“She will marry me.” He seethes.
“She's far too good for a ridiculous man like you!” You raise your voice, anger finally getting the best of you. “My sister will never marry someone as dim-witted as you—” your body falls to the side as his big hand collides against your cheek. You feel the small pebbles on the dirt path ingrain into the palm of your hands, cheek stinging, a metal taste in your mouth.
“You make sure you know where you stand!” He spits at your shaking form. “Your family may play a huge hand in the village but you are still a vile and filthy woman!”
You don’t respond, tears brimming your eyes. Not for the pain. Not for his comments. You’re crying in anger, knowing he’s right. Despite holding the upper hand from the mere mortal, you have no authority and no power. You hated feeling powerless when you held more magic in the tip of your finger than anyone known to mankind. You were a woman. A woman whose family and long line of witches and warlocks have been hidden in the shadows, learning to hide the biggest part of themselves.
And so with one last sneer and a glob of spit thrown into your basket, you’re left to cry on the empty dirt road.
Your younger sister prances about the room as the oldest helps her finish packing up her remaining clothing. It wasn’t much but your youngest wasn’t the type of person to fold her own clothes, leaving the others to do such a thing for her.
“What if I meet my prince?” Julie swoons, stomping her feet gently with an excited giggle.
“You’re fifteen years old, you are finding no one but your way to the shop.” Imelda scoffs, finishing up with the last piece of clothing.
You make sure to stay out of their way though, the two falling into arguments often. Mother tried to calm the two but it was no use, the twenty-six year old would never share a single thing in common with the fifteen year old.
Grace nudges you, head nodding to Olive who stared out of the window wistfully. Turning back to Grace, you shrug, unsure what’s going on in your other sister's mind. But Grace nudges you once more, making you sigh softly before scampering up off the cold and dark wood, heading straight towards Olive.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Olive’s attention is brought onto you, a small smile gracing her beautiful features. Out of all the siblings, you and her shared the most similarities, almost a spitting image of you.
“I don’t want to leave.” Olive huffs out, her eyes watering instantly. It makes you feel panicked, taking a quick seat across from her, your soft hands on her cheeks.
“I know, Liv, I’m sorry.” You’re not sure what you’re apologizing for. Maybe it’s for the guilt of staying back while her young self has to work away from her family.
The girl wasn’t too young than you, just a year and a half separating the two, but her sensitivity and tendency to cry at any minor inconvenience made her seem years younger. Your father loved her for feeling so much, swore it would make her the best person she could be but it was in complete contrast from your mother’s lessons. Which wasn’t a surprise, despite being the woman in charge of your education in all aspects, she raised such different daughters, neither of them ever really following her word.
“What if I can not make a single friend? What if the job is harder than I thought?”
You send her a small and comforting look, “what could possibly be harder than running back and forth in this cold forest for a gallon of water?”
She lets out a small snort of laughter, sniffling softly. “It’s not the same.”
“Is it not?” You hum gently, dabbing the last of her tears before pulling away. “You have the type of energy that everyone loves. I can assure you, no matter where you are, people will love you.”
“Wanna swap spots?” It’s a joke but you can’t help the sad smile as you coo at her.
“I would give up everything to switch, you know that.”
“But that would mean giving up on mom and dad.” She finishes for you. You nod softly, looking out the window with her.
“You’re going to do wonderfully, Olive.” You assure her.
It’s quiet between the two of you for a few seconds. The silence is gone when Olive begins, “I… I can’t help but feel like something bad is going to happen.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her words. “What do you mean?” You question.
She shrugs, suddenly embarrassed at her random admittance. “I’m not sure. You know that feeling before a huge spell?”
“The chest burns.” You nod, understanding her completely.
“I can’t shake the feeling away and it just doesn’t feel right.”
Getting up from your spot you take a seat next to her, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “Everything will be fine, Olive. I promise.”
She sighs shakily, nodding against you. “Okay… everything will be fine.” She repeats, but it’s clear she’s not sure of herself.
“Olive!” Imelda screeches at the sight of her sister still not dressed for the trip. “This is the third time, go and get ready!”
Olive scoffs, rolling her eyes at the eldest. “And you,” Imelda’s eyes fall onto you. Almost on instinct, you pull away from Olive and scamper back to Grace before she scolds you any further. “I can feel the grey hairs growing.” Imelda scoffs, strutting out of the room and slamming the door behind her.
That ushers Julie to jump up from her seat and chase after the oldest head on, “don’t go slamming doors! We did nothing wrong!” Her voice begins to fade as she walks off.
“Julie, stop!” It’s Olive’s turn to rush out of the room, ready to stop the fight if it worsened.
“Girls, enough!” Your mother yells as you and Grace rush to watch the scene unfold. “I understand tensions are high but we all need to act like respectable women.”
“Neither of you have ever been such a thing.” Jack snorts, your father and him sharing a high-five.
“Ugh,” Imelda scoffs. “And there go the men, without a worry in the world!”
“Imelda, do not speak to your brother like that!” Your mother gasps as if she had never heard such a disrespectful tone.
“She has a point.” You shrug, which once more, earns a small nudge from Grace.
“Would you like me to rush you off to the city, young girl?” Your mother glared at your figure. Mockingly, you give her a graceful bow, picking up your skirt at its sides.
“I would like to volunteer as tribute.” Grace lifts her arm up excitedly.
“Since when have you wanted to head into the city?” Your father questions the girl, thick eyebrows furrowed.
“Since Harriet told me of the handsome and courteous men she met.” Grace swoons at the tales a neighbor had told the family.
“Maybe she should go.” Olive agrees, “it will help her marry quicker and let us stick it to Baekhyun.”
“No one is sticking it to anyone.” Mother scoffs.
“We should.” Julie nods in agreement. “Imagine the victory.”
“It does sound nice.” Jack hops right back in, “can't wait until I’m taller to beat him up.”
Imelda and Julie fall into fits of laughter at his words, “you’re never getting taller.” Julie cackles out.
“Dad says it’s coming!” Jack yells defensively. “Right, dad?”
Your father stays quiet, looking off into the distance. You can’t help but laugh loudly at your brother’s sullen face.
“Come on, don’t be mean!” Grace coos, rushing to the small boy and wrapping her arms around him. He fights in her hold but she doesn’t give up. “He just wants to stand up for his dear sisters.”
“I can take a bulky man better than this twig.”
“Mom!”
“No more teasing your brother,” but it seems your mother is just as amused. “He’s going to be the man of the house one day.”
“Man of the house.” Imelda scoffs, Julie giggling next to her. “Let’s talk about more important things.”
“Like what?” You ask the girl with a bored expression.
“Like your own marriage prospects.” She hits back making you roll your eyes.
“What about yours?” You throw back. “I don’t see you in any rush to marry.”
“That’s because I’m far too busy taking care of scoundrels like you all.” She turns to mother as she speaks her next words. “She came home covered in dirt and sweat just a few nights ago!”
“You promised you wouldn’t tell!” You gasp with embarrassment as you feel your parents' eyes on you. “I hate you!” Like a child, you continue to argue with your family, oddly relishing in the last time you’d all be in the same room together.
“What is the prettiest girl in the entire-whole-wide world, up to?” Seokjoon’s voice makes you look up from the small cluster of growing flowers.
“Seok—”
“What the hell happened?” His long strides pull him towards you, holding your face as gently as he could. He winces as you do, a look of fury in his eyes. “Who did this?”
“It’s fine,” you send him a reassuring smile. “my father already helped—”
“Who did this to you?” His words are a lot rougher, something you didn’t get often from your eldest lover.
“Baekhyun.” You blurt out, feeling nervous under his strong gaze. You turn your head away, gnawing at your inner lip.
He lets out a shaky sigh, pulling your face to look back up at him. His soft features stare down at you, beautiful looks making him look as graceful as ever. There wasn’t a single maiden in your village that didn’t go after him — often leading to your blowouts of jealousy. But alas, there was nothing you could do but make sure he knew who he belonged to behind closed doors.
“And your father? Has he spoken to his father?”
You nod, a soft sigh coming from you, shoulders slumping. “He has. He is also persistent in getting my sister's hand in marriage.”
“Scum.” Seokjoon scoffs. “I will happily do something about him.”
You roll your eyes, “yeah? And what will you do?”
“Make Jung-hwa go after him, of course.” It earns a laugh from you, the thought of the youngest of the bunch going after the imbecile.
“Jung-hwa can not get into any more trouble.” You scold, poking at his shoulder lightly. “His mother will send him with his father out to sea.”
“Wouldn’t it be worth it to see Baekhyun finally put in his place?”
“No!” You shake your head fervently. “I need him with me!”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs as he takes a hold of your half full basket. “I promise I won’t speak of it to Jung-hwa.”
“It’s only for the best.” You agree, watching as the older man bends down, picking at a few flowers. The weakest ones, letting the others continue to flourish as they should. “Have you seen Jae-hyung?” You question, thinking back to one of the youngest men.
“Not in a while.” He shakes his head, getting back and leading you to another bed of flowers. “Last I heard, he was preparing his sister's departure.”
“Right…” you nod, “she will be heading into the city. I haven’t heard from him a while.”
“The others haven’t either.” He shrugs. “I’m sure he’s fine. You know how he gets with these things, he’s the head of his family. He’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.”
“I know.” It makes your heart ache to think of the pressure he’s under, unable to do much about it.
A soft pair of arms wrap around your figure, making you giggle as big hands lay on your stomach. “We are going to be spotted, Kim Seokjoon!” It doesn’t stop him from holding you tight, hands dancing about your abdomen.
“Let them,” he hums, placing a sweet kiss at the top of your head. “Then I’ll be the one to marry you, have the others hide their affection for you.”
“You are pure evil.” You laugh, slapping at his hands.
“I’m so bored.” Mi-jin extends his words as he lays his head on your thighs. He had been staring up at you for a while, but you were quick to place a hand over his eyes, his look making you nervous. He gave up soon after, simply playing with own hands or with a loose thread of your clothing, but he voiced his thoughts often. “Let’s go to the cave.”
You shake your head no, fingers running through his hair, other hand carrying the book of spells you and your siblings were taught. Before you had requested to keep the incantations written down, only one witch had done it prior. Spells and rituals were lost along the way of the suppression, but little by little, you and your siblings were working up with a true witch's book. That, of course, wasn’t easy. There was a scarce amount of equipment to do such a thing, and you kept it hidden from your parents which was a feat in itself. It was worth it if it meant your future and your peoples future was secure.
“We are supposed to be doing something fun.” Mi-jin pouts, a whine to his voice. Pulling the book from your face, you look down at the beautiful man. His luscious hair curved at the front, creating a stunning swoop across his face. “This is not fun. In any sort of way. I’m actually very bored — the exact opposite of fun!”
You can’t help but laugh at the exasperation of his voice. “I have to gather at the very least two more spells before I get to run off with you.”
Mi-jin scoffs, “I hate these rules.”
“Aw, come on,” you coo, tapping his chubby cheek with your index finger. “You know this is for my survival. Be happy for me.” It’s mostly a joke, but it makes the man’s face fall, and you’re quick to notice how serious he’s taking your words.
“We shall keep going!” He hops up from his position, taking a close seat beside you. You find yourself squished up against the wall of your room, the cold wall making you shiver slightly. “Let us up the pace here! Your precious survival depends on this!”
A snort of laughter comes from your mouth as you turn to look up at him, “I can feel the love!”
He giggles, placing a soft and chaste kiss to your lips. “I would do anything to keep you and your people alive.”
You hum against his lips, a faint smile on your own lips. “My guardian angel.” You put the book to the side, turning your spot to sit over his lap. “You know… good Samaritans deserve nice gifts.”
He places his smaller hands against your hips, looking up at you with those shiny eyes adorned with the love he holds for you. “And what should my gift be?”
You trail wet kisses down his jaw, his form slightly tense under you, holding you tight. “You can pick.”
“I do not like this game.” You cringe as you look down at the lake, Yeong and Hyonseok beside you.
“Jung-hwa would not stop boasting about his jump,” Yeong scoffs, shivering as the wind blew against his shirtless figure. “I want to see what it is all about.”
“And I always tag along with him.” Hyonseok smiles bright at you.
You send him a feigned smile, “what a true friend! It seems I am not one of those because I am leaving.” You’re ready to turn and leave but Yeong holds you back, making you groan with displeasure. “Yeong! This is a death wish!”
“A death wish is hearing Jung-hwa bravely talking about this… all. the. time.”
“I can handle his boasting,” you claim, trying to shrug away from his tight hold. “I’ve dealt with it for years, I can handle a few more.”
“A few? You’re spending a lifetime with him,” Hyonseok laughs. “So you might want to rethink jumping.”
You stand still, looking down the edge of the cliff once more. There were small ripples from the wind that was picking up as the sun set, but the water was a deep blue. Darker in the middle, which gave it an eerie feeling but it didn’t stop you from seeing the tiny fish swimming through the lighter sides. “A lifetime?” You question, eyes not once leaving the water.
Unbeknownst to you, Yeong and Hyonseok share an accomplished look, pounding fists at their win. No one, not even you, could handle Jung-hwa’s tales of bravery. It was cute at times, watching him spew on about his latest conquest, but it would fall into smug words, making you all want to… well, making you want to jump off the edge of the cliff and dive straight into the lake.
“Whoever hits the water last owes me a slice of sweet bread.” Is the last thing you say as you hop over the cliff, catapulting straight into the water.
Your body only tenses up for a second, but the water hugging your figure relaxes you. Despite how scary it looked up on the cliff, the inner lake was beautiful. It was clean, beautiful rocks coloring the bottom, a few of the fish from the shore not too far, swimming about the cooler place. Bubbles flew out of your mouth, hair flowing around you in such a serene way, leaving the men stunned from your beauty.
You send them a smile before paddling to the surface, ready to fill your lungs once more. You gasp when you resurface, hands pulling your hair away from your face and eyes. The two others follow after you, whisking their own wet locks to further show off their beautiful faces.
“I clearly won, right?” You can’t help but taunt them with a laugh.
“Hyonseok lost.” Yeong swims over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, the both of you looking out at the sore loser. “He owes us sweet bread.”
Hyonseok scoffs, the pout leaving his face as he watches you two in disbelief. “You two jumped far too quickly! Rematch!”
“No, no way!” Yeong shakes his head, pulling you with him as he swims back, further away from Hyonseok. “We won, stop being a baby.”
“You should have at least counted to three! You jumped like maniacs!”
“These maniacs won, so…” there’s a taunting to his voice, making Hyonseok snap.
“Oh, you’re so getting it!” Hyonseok begins to make his way towards the laughing man as he pulls away from you.
You let the two chase after one another, laughing when Hyonseok swims beneath and pulls Yeong under. You cheer for both of them, making them both pout when you refuse to pick a side.
In the end, the three of you hastily put your clothes back on after laps of swimming. Still wet beyond belief, you all race back to the cave, laughter filling the air, the eyes on you going unnoticed.
“Show me another one!” Jung-hwa calls excitedly across from you.
You sat cross legged, a long skirt covering you up completely. It was warm, despite that, Junghwa wrapped you in his jacket, the same one his mother sewed for him a while back. He treasured it completely and it meant a great deal to have you wear such a priceless valuable. But he made you promise a few spells for his warmth and you would be a fool to pass such a thing up.
“Fine… but it’s the last time.”
“I promise!” He stands the candle back up between you. It was old and small, because despite how he loved to watch you work, he knew the strain it caused on your body to speak such heavy spells. If it were any other circumstance, you’d be fine, but with money lacking in your home, you weren’t as nourished as you should be.
Holding your hands out, you speak the simple phrase, “Ascendo.” A gasp erupts from the man’s mouth as the object begins to ascend, spinning when you twirl your finger.
“Ascendo.” He repeats, eyes not once leaving the candle, entranced. His big eyes are full of curiosity and excitement. He holds his own hands out, as if he were the one working the spell, making you smile bright.
Your lovers never treated you differently because of the blood you bore, it was a part as to why you fell for every single one of them. There were times when the eldest two and the second youngest of the bunch felt slightly uncomfortable, but they never outright detested you. It was mostly fear, fear that you’d be caught and hung for what most considered sins.
But Jungkook was never afraid. He stood tall, he spoke with authority, and he made sure to take in every inch of you. He loved watching your face of concentration when writing a new spell down, or the smile that graced your lips when you successfully worked through a tough spell. He loved that the hands he loved to hold in his, could conjure up the most magnificent of things. God, was he completely enamored with you.
“You think I can be a warlock in my next life?” Junghwa’s question takes you for a loop, but the hopeful look on his face makes you pause.
“You will be a warlock in your next life, I promise.” It’s silly to make such a promise, the knowledge of the afterlife was unknown to everyone, even the supernatural. That, of course, didn’t stop your beliefs. Reincarnation was a strong belief of yours and the witches around you. There was no certainty he would become one, or know whatever life he will get next, but it’s enough to make him happy, bunny teeth out on display.
“I hope you’re a witch in your next life too.” He reveals, taking a hold of your hand, letting the candle clutter onto the floor. “We can be together forever.”
You can’t help but laugh, your face feeling hot at his sweet words. “We’ll be together forever despite what or who we are next.”
“You really think that?”
“Of course!” You nod with fervor. “If we’re rocks? We’ll be on the same path. Trees? Our roots will be intertwined. Witch? Human? Well, I’m working on our future, but we’ll always be.”
“I can’t cry.” The man groans, covering his face with his arm. He sniffles softly, cheeks wet with tears. “My mother says it’s not very manly… but I can’t stop.”
You tsk, crawling to him, holding him in your arms. “You cry whenever you want with me. No manly crap in my arms, just us two, okay?”
“I’m crying even more now!”
“I’m sorry!”
“How are you so slow?” You huff out, the dirt path ahead of you soft and gooey from the rain pouring down on your village.
“You know I can’t run well! Much less in the rain!” Hajoon yells back out, careful with his steps. His arms were out, as if balancing him out. It’s a silly view, such a big man trying to slide through the storm with ease. But there was nothing easy to walking in a storm.
You aren’t actually annoyed when you stomp over to him, but he still sent you a sheepish smile. “Here,” you take his hands in yours. “Hold onto me.”
“No way,” he tries to pull away. “I’ll end up tumbling to the ground with you.”
You don’t let him go though, instead dragging him through the cold forest. “No need to argue, this is what I say, so it goes!” The rain only begins to pelt down harder, tingling against your skin.
“It’s too intense!” He yells over the pouring rain. “We have to take cover!”
“We’re almost there!” You shake your head, determined to meet Jaehyung in the cave. It had been too long since you had seen him and you felt your soul yearning for him.
“We can’t,” he begins walking down a more open trail, rushing for the empty openings sprawled around. “There’s a small space over th—” he lets out a yelp when he slips on his bum. Your own feet slip beneath you as you try and keep him from hurting himself, your white skirt covered in a hideous brown.
“Oh no, are you okay?!”
The loud sound of your laughter is enough response. He was completely covered in mud now, crawling over to you in a panic, and he looked so silly. It takes him a second to register what’s going on, but he falls into laughter with you when he spots your own body covered in the mud.
The rain only settled a bit, but you were still being pelted, giving you the perfect idea. “I can’t head home like this! My mother will forbid me from leaving the house!”
“And what are you proposing?” His eyebrow lifts when he catches sight of your mischievous smile.
“I think we should go for a wash.”
“A wash?”
“The lake isn’t far from here.”
“But the winds are crazy!”
“I need to wash!”
“Wash in the rain!”
“Where’s the fun in that?” The man helps you, holding your hand tight in his. Even with his protests, he can’t find it in him to say no to you, so he rushes the both of you off to the lake. Instead of being daring like your other lovers, he decides it’s best to walk down the path and simply dip in, which you aren’t opposed to.
Once there, you happily drag him to the lake, the two of you hopping in. You drench your bodies only for a second before coming back up and swimming further into the lake. The water is rippling with the drops of water falling majestically from the sky.
All the beauty around you, all you can focus on is Hajoon and how happy he looks to be swimming in the rain with you.
It was an overall tense situation you caught yourself in.
Baekhyun came to your home to be a bothersome person once more, father and crew by his side. The men waited outside, alerting you and your remaining family. It had been a week since your father and mother decided to move your sisters to the city, as a way to help make means or even marry for money. It was empty now, but sitting with the man you detested, it made you feel a bit more at ease.
He stood tall and cocky, as if he knew something neither of you did. He settled you and your family down first, around your table, where he sat with confidence.
“I’m here to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” He prompts for the hundredth time.
You have to hold your scoff back as your father turns him down once more, your sister sitting angrily beside you, one of the only girls who had refused to leave, staying to care for the youngest and only boy. “It’s a nice offer,” your father announces at the mention of what they would give up for her. “But my daughter is not for sale.”
“You, of course, can decline the possessions we’re offering.” Baekhyun speaks smugly, staring your sister down.
“I’m declining the entire proposition.” Your father is getting angrier by the second and your mother takes notice of this, placing a hand on his arm. She knows her place though, unable to speak around powerful men. It settles him down, turning back to the man with a bored expression.
Baekhyun sighs, fixing his shirt up nonchalantly. That makes your eyebrows rise in suspicion, glancing out your window to see the men all tightening their holds on their weapons. “That’s a shame, really.” He clicks his tongue in an obnoxious manner, eyes falling on you. It makes you shiver, the evil look in his eye as he refuses to let your eyes go. “You all would have lived for much, much longer if you simply accepted my father and I.”
“Is that a threat?” Your father lifts himself up from his seat, protectiveness settling in. The chair scampers behind him, making your little brother flinch. That urges your sister to hop up from her own seat and push the little boy behind her.
“No, no.” Baekhyun laughs, carefully sitting up from his seat. He fixes his shirt once more, looking up at your father. “Threats are usually empty. This… this is a… a follow through to a threat.”
Your father grips the smaller man’s shirt, tossing him aside to fall onto the ground as soon as the door to your home bursts open. The men Baekhyun had dragged along clicked their weapons, pointing them at you and your parents. You take notice that your sister and brother are no longer there, having fled in the midst of the fighting.
“And what will you do?” Your father scoffs, refusing to move an inch towards the men at their weapons. “Kill us without a reason? That’ll get you all hung and you know it.”
Baekhyun flinches out a laugh as he rises back to his feet, the palm of his hands scraped at the strength of the shove. “I heard of a few hangings down south, a few women. Witches.” You freeze at the word, looking straight up at him. And his eyes are already on you. “I thought it was a bunch of foolery. Witches? If witches were real, why would God will it upon women? And I truly would have kept believing it to be fake if it were not for your daughter here!”
Both your parents turn to your frozen body. But there was no way. You were careful, absolutely careful with every move you took. And if you ever found yourself slipping, the men you associate yourself with caught you. There was simply no way.
“Grab her.” A strong hand grips onto your hair, making you yell out in pain. They drag you out of your home, stumbling down the steps and onto the street of your village. “___, ___, ___!” The man taunts from behind you as you shakily turn to look up at him. The loudness of his voice dragged others' attention, watching the scene unfold. “You’re the person I hate the most in the godforsaken village! Always walking around the place acting… acting like a man!”
You scoff, “I’m simply smarter than you. Does that hurt your ego?”
“___.” Your mother scolds you from her position, a gun held to her temple. “Stop talking.”
“Yes, ___, stop talking!” Baekhyun laughs, turning to the crowd that gathered. “The witchery hit our village, everyone!” There were gasps coming from all around, watching as your family got gunned down. They wouldn’t make a move before the news, much less would do now. “The pure evil the sacred word tells us about everyday is here! Living within these filthy creatures!”
The whispering begins, pointing at your shaking figure. Your anger was rising with every second, watching as the people you grew up with completely believed his words.
“And what evidence do you have to support such a ridiculous claim?” It’s Seokjoon that speaks, making you turn to look at him. He doesn’t bat an eye, instead, tackling the man head on with questions.
“Good question, good sir!” It’s a mock, but Seokjoon doesn’t let it deter him. “What better source than my own two eyes? Why, her lover, of course!” That brings a new onslaught of whispers and questions. “She whored herself off to the wrong man!” He laughs, pointing at his man to make a move for him.
Your eyes trail the mans body, your heart faltering when he grabs Jaehyung’s arm. You had been so stuck with your parents safety, you hadn’t taken notice of Jaehyung who was shoved to the side, beaten horribly. There were trails of blood cascading down his sweet face, one eye shut from the hits poured on him.
It’s then that you see Jung-hwa running up to the scene, Hyonseok following after him. They’re both looking down at you and back at Jaehyung with heavy breaths from their running and complete fear.
“Just a few towns over did this disease hit!” Baekhyun yells back out. “And us two, we’ve both seen it firsthand!”
“You’re lying!” Jung-hwa yells out, angrily. His eyes are wide, nostrils flaring as he worriedly watches the scene. “There is no such thing!”
Baekhyun shrugs, moving Jaehyung’s tired and aching body around in his hold. “Why don’t we ask the man she’s been spending her nights with? Tell them.” All eyes fall onto the beaten man. He hesitates, refusing to look down at your shaking figure, taking a few gulps before speaking.
“He’s right.”
“You scum!” It’s Mi-jin who yells now, running toward Jaehyung and tackling him. The crowd falls into a panic, women and children running into their homes and men staying behind to deal with you and your parents. No amount of times you spoke, or how many days you spent running around the village full of laughter and life, none of it mattered any longer. “How. Dare. You!” You can hear Mi-jin repeatedly bashing his fist into Jaehyung.
“Mi-jin!” You yell out, a loud sob racking your body as you get pulled up from the floor. “Stop! You’re going to kill him! Stop!” Hajoon runs to the man, pulling him off as best as he could, watching as a bloody Jaehyung coughs from his spot.
“Quiet!” The end of their gun is smacked up against your head, making you tumble to the ground once more, a nauseating feeling wafting through you. “I’ll deal with you last.” Baekhyun grips the back of your head with a fistful of hair, forcing you to look up at your parents. “For now, I’m going to make you watch them blow your parents fucking brains out.”
“No, no, no!” You try and pull from the man’s hold with cries. “Let them go! Please, please! Stop this!”
“I will, I will,” he tries to shush you gently but it doesn’t work. “Show these men what you can do and I’ll let them go.”
Your mother shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t. Remember, ___. Suppress yourself, don’t let them be right.”
“Wrong answer.”
A loud yell comes from your mouth as a bullet makes its way into your mother’s head. You thrash in his hold, in complete pain at the sight of your dear mother’s body falling onto the floor. Horrendous sobs rack from your body, not faltering for a second, even when a body tackles one of the men to the ground, another body following right after.
Your father gets lost in the fighting, barely getting a word in before slamming a body. And then he’s gone, a bullet hole straight in his head, a few feet away from your mother. Your chest tightens, all the air around you suddenly gone. The panic is setting and you’re so lost in grief you barely take notice of the way Baekhyun lets you drop yourself onto the ground, numb from watching such horrible deaths. You miss the way more bullets echo through the small village, sitting empty between it all. It’s not until you feel an arm lift you that you’re brought back to earth. Yeong is holding you, a gun in his hand and face splattered with droplets of blood.
“We need to get you out of here.” Is all he says as he leaves behind the others to fend for you and themselves.
“W-wait,” you pull from his grasp, rushing to Jaehyung who still laid deliriously on the floor. “We need to help him. They… th-they’ll kill him.”
“He got your parents killed!” Yeong yells out to you, full of anger. It’s evident it’s directed to the man holding onto life on a thread, but his worry makes it transcend to you. “He outed you!”
You shake your head with persistence, taking a kneel beside him and gently holding his face in the palm of your hand. Your hand is wet with his blood and you assume the blood from Mi-jin’s own hand, but it doesn’t make you pull back. “Jae. Jae, come-come on. We’ve got to go.”
He groans as he shakes his head, “g-go.” He coughs, blood coming from his mouth. “Yo-your…” he huffs, using every last ounce of energy he had to speak to you. “Your si-sister.”
“Wh-where’d she go?” You question frantically.
“L-left.”
“We need to go.” Yeong pulls you up, not giving you the chance to protest, dragging you down the dark forest you love to run around in.
The sun is beginning to hide, its last remnants creating a beautiful color between the trees. A huge contrast from the wave of terrified feelings you wore, but the world would never accommodate you.
“Our best hope is to just leave this place.” Yeong tells you, making you stop in your step. He stops as well, turning to you with a worried look. “What? Is something wrong?”
“I’m supposed to leave?” The fear is evident in your voice as it wavers. “And do what? Hide for the rest of my life? Live a lonely life?”
“I’m going with you.”
“And the others? They’re out there risking their lives for me! I can't leave them!”
“You can’t do anything to help, ___!”
“I can—”
“You’re not using your powers!”
You scoff, sniffling. “And why not? It’ll help us stop more lives being lost!”
“Because you can’t prove them right! You heard your mother! They won’t ever stop, all you can do is go. Go and live that long life you want!”
You shake your head, “I can’t… I can’t lose you guys too, please, let’s go back. I-I can stop them. I can.”
Yeong sighs, holding your face gently. “I can’t let you go back. We… We made a pact.”
You pull away from his soft hold, confused. “What?”
“We promised… we promised that we’d get you away if it ever got out. We’d fight until we can’t anymore and we keep you safe.”
“No, wait, no.” You’re frantic as you try to rush back to the scene, only to get pushed up against a tree, a hand covering your mouth.
Yeong stares down at you, wide eyed and a finger over his mouth. It’s enough to tell you that they’re around, the detested men who wanted to see you choke to reach a breath.
“I’m going to shoot,” Yeong whispers and you shake your head against his hold. He ignores you, your warm tears falling over his hand, going unbothered by him. “And you’re going to run, okay? Run as fast as you can. Don’t stop. Not for anyone.”
You shake your head again, urging him to stop but he simply counts down to three, pushing you aside as he blasts his weapon. But you do as told, running off in the distance, every sound of the weapon blasting made you flinch, more tears falling down your battered face. You trip over roots, over stumps, but you don’t stop, not until you’re sure they’re no longer on your trail.
Collapsing onto the floor, you let your aching body succumb to its wish, darkness flooding your every sense.
You awaken with a yell, loud enough to make the few birds in the sky scatter. The sky is dark, only the light of the moon and stars creating a small hue, but you don’t dwell on it. You scamper to your feet, mind muddled with the thought of your lovers, the men who often fought for your affection, finding middle ground for one thing: saving you.
The walk is long, the sun beginning to peak out, the sky decorated with a pretty hue of pink that fades into the soft blue you loved. You’re still far from the village, deciding to stop at the spot you had last seen Yeong. The intense man who had a passion for the arts that his father made and sold for the village.
Your heart breaks for the umpteenth time as you fall to your knees.
Right in front of you laid Yeong, lifeless and cold. The soft nose of his that turned pink in the colder weather was pale, and his usual rising chest was completely still. Around him laid the men he managed to kill for you. He had laid his life down for you and you didn’t do a single thing.
It’s then you decide to do the one thing your mother and father made you resist.
Walking into the quiet village, you take notice of the complete bloodshed. Jaehyung had been repositioned, sitting up against a wall, lifeless like your deceased lover in the woods. Surrounding him were a few men, a gun at his side, telling you he fought up until his very last moment.
His corpse sends a bigger wave of fury throughout you.
“___?” You’re pulled from your thoughts as a soft voice calls out to you. Turning, you meet Hajoon’s eyes. He looks tired, holding onto his stomach, flinching with every movement he makes. The blood surrounding him isn’t the bad mens, it’s his, pooling out from his open wound.
Running, you collapse right next to him, hands shaking, unsure of what to do with his gaping wound and slowly fading life. “I-I… there’s no healing spells. I don’t- I can’t. Hajoon, what do I do? I need- I can’t do this.” You sob, watching him smile softly at you.
“I-I know. I’ve,” he coughs out, “I’ve read that book of yours so many times.”
“Th-there’s a… another one.” You ignore his words, “here, I’ll, I’m going to try, okay? Stay still for me.”
“No, ___-”
“Asinta mulaf hinto, sho bala.” Your hands are shaking as you hold your hands over his wound, which he had let go of, far too weak to hold them up.
“That- ___, that’s not for healing.”
“Asinta mulaf hinto, sho bala.” You ignore him again, “Asinta mulaf hinto, sho bala.”
“That’s to take away- away pain.” He shakily breathes out.
“Don’t leave me.” You sob, but neither of you can do anything to help. He can’t make a single move, life leaves him with every second, and no amount of power in the world can reverse his dying body.
Your last seconds with him are him assuring you he’ll be fine, leaving you behind with a trail of bodies. The rest of them weren’t any of the men you loved, and you guessed they managed to slip out. You weren’t sure how far though, surely there were still others chasing them.
You spend the next few minutes cursing yourself and the universe. Cursing yourself for listening to your parents' horrible advice. For having such a strength and leaving the mere humans to fight for you. The universe for granting you such amazing people and yanking them from you with no second thought.
Your face falls into Ha-joon’s chest with loud sobs racking your body. You feel as if your soul is dying along with them. The men you loved were tethered to you in every way and little by little were they leaving you behind in this sad and cruel world.
The humans you had come to trust, the ones you grew up with, the ones who danced with you during festivals, the ones you told fake scary stories to during bonfires — they had betrayed you. Their evil souls, tainted with so much fear they couldn’t see the damage they brought onto his world. They took away some of the kindest and smartest beings you had the pleasure of knowing and loving.
Unforgiving humans with their petty prejudices. Unforgivable Baekhyun, who emerges from the darkness of the woods.
He looks beat. His face is covered with dry blood, lip completely busted to match his slashed eyebrow. His right eye is unbelievably puffy, a purple hue all around it. He looks as gross as he always did. And he doesn’t seem to notice you as he looks at his men and neighbors sprawled around the town.
With a shaky breath, you pull yourself off of Ha-joon, face cold from your tears. With a stumble, you make yourself known to the bane of your existence. The true evil your parents always warned you about. The loving parents who died protecting the family secrets, the ones who died by his hand.
It seems even a war can’t deter his horrible behavior. He scoffs loudly when his eyes fall on your bloodied body. None of the blood on your dress and arms is yours, but of the man you had to watch die slowly. He takes notice of your distressed state and he only pushes further.
“He,” he laughs with a wince. “He wouldn’t quit it.” The way he looks at Jae-hyung leaves you unsettled, nothing but pure hatred in his eyes. “Begged and begged to not do a thing to harm you. Quite an honorable man, truly. The only thing that made him snap was to threaten his—”
And that was your snap. Your long awaited breaking point.
It doesn’t take much for your power to surge throughout your aching body and out onto the devil himself. His body lifts off the floor, six feet up in the air, hands grasping at his straining neck. He tries to take big gulps of air, kicking around as if it would help him even an ounce.
All you see is red as he struggles for air, his eyes falling onto yours, pleading to be released. His begging look makes you laugh loud, right at him for thinking you’d do something so ridiculous like letting him go.
“Every life you live will be one of misery.” Your voice doesn’t shake despite the condition you’re in. “Every person you love will never hold the same sort of affection you hold for them. You’re going to beg and plead to any God out there to help you, to help ease the seething pain you’re in but everyone and everything will turn a blind eye.”
His face is red, sweat dripping down his face. The complete look of terror in his eyes makes you feel good. Good to see him the same way he let your loved ones feel before dying horrible and unjustifiable deaths.
“Your soul will be haunted until the end of time for what you’ve done here, Baekhyun, but know that not even hundreds of lives trying to make up for this disaster will ever be enough.”
With a quick flick of your head, his entire being is gone. His body falls lank onto the hard ground, every bone on his body snapped into pieces beyond help.
It’s scary how invigorating it is to finally end him. But it doesn’t help soothe your anger, and it’s evident with the way the trees around you wisp harder than they should for a day with no harsh winds. The panic of your lost loves is catching up to you, finally giving you the chance to look away from what you’ve done, frantic to find the others. It only worsens the way the earth is shaking around you, your entire world blurring.
It’s hard to see much of anything as the wind picks up, swirling around the land polluted with the foulest of energy. Your dress whisks around with the other objects picked up, hair going crazy with it. The little things only anger you further, mind in a haze.
“____!” The voice sounds familiar but it’s not enough to calm you. “Stop! ___, stop this!” They beg and plead but getting through to you is impossible when you’re this deep into your powers.
The bubbling inside of you is at its highest point, ready to spill out into the world. But after your surge, it wouldn’t be contained like those other times you practiced in the woods with your family.
You’re about to let loose, arms out beside you, chest ready to let go and release the most gruesome yell. But it doesn’t come. The earth stops and your mind is shut off as you fall to the floor, completely gone.
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A Battle Of Ideals 2
Part 2.
Pairing: Chris O' Doyle( Free Fire) x female OC
Warnings: graphic description of blood, wounds, some violence, swearing cause that's all they did in that movie, enemies to lovers kinda?, h/c, English is not my first language, and I do not have any medical knowledge.
Word Count: 2476
Chris didn't wake up early enough to watch the sunrise, he didn't even get to share Amara's lunch with her, burned bread with butter and the cheapest cheese she could find. At noon he finally opened his eyes, regretting immediately that subconscious decision. His whole body felt filled with lead, wrapped in needles, his head hammered. His eyes were too heavy to open, still, he flinched when a hand came resting on his forehead.
"You're completely cool", Amara said satisfied. "Well done to you Chris".
She earned a loud groan in response.
"Are you hungry"?
Another grunt, considered to be a 'yes', led her to the kitchen. Shortly after, Amara came back with two fried eggs, and a small, peeled apple.
I'll have to get him to sit, she thought with a sight of boredom, and through groans and grunts she pulled him somewhat upright.
Chris faced her with a defiant look as she held the plate for him, holding the fork in front of his mouth.
"You can't eat with one arm and half a leg you proud idiot. Eat your damn food so you can go back to sleep", Amara said harshly-perhaps she had too little patience for the job.
Chris's eyes never left hers, wide open, and ironic, and that ridiculously deep hue of blue in them, and so Amara did him the favor, alright. She dropped the tray on Chris' lap, hearing him groan in satisfaction, before she put the fork next to him on the mattress with a sarcastic grin.
Chris' hand shook as he lifted it up, and the piece of apple fell on his lap, but he clenched his teeth and tried again.
He tilted his head down so as to meet the fork halfway, and scraped his mouth against the metal clumsily. It was that last sound of pain that made Amara grab the fork from him in a swift motion.
"For fuck's sake, god damnit", she growled and shoved the next piece of egg onto his mouth.
She'd never fed a baby before, but she imagined it would've been much, much easier. Babies don't feel so fucking mortified of being taken care of, do they? So defiant. And if he was defiant about her doing such a simple thing as feeding him, how the hell was she supposed to convince him to abandon his cause?
The phone in the kitchen rang just as she was about to wipe egg and apple juice off of his ridiculous mustache, so he stayed undignified for a moment.
Chris focused his hardest on listening to the conversation in the other room, but his head was so dizzy he only caught a few stray words.
"Alive" and "Of course he made it, isn't that why I was sent here"?
"Not yet", she then said in a different tone. "He's not ready yet. No, I will tell him when he is better, and ready to listen to me. He has no choice, does he? I will, I will. Yes, I know the stakes, that's why I'm treating him like the idiot that he is. And now excuse, I have to wipe the shit out of his ugly face".
Amara returned to the bedroom more furious than she had left, swiped some paper across his face and then, full of joy and cockiness, unfolded a wheelchair in front of him.
"A wheelchair? Really?", Chris complained, eyebrows intensely raised.
"Would you prefer a coffin? I can arrange one if you want. I'll cut the bed frame in 4 to fit you".
"No", Chris rasped out, serious this time. "I'll live to see my home country united. I'll go back".
"Back home"?, Amara asked and blamed the wounded man for the emotion her voice carried.
"Yes".
"You've got anyone waiting for you there"?
"I have my people".
"Calm down Gandhi".
Chris's eyes lit up by a sincere intensity despite the fact that he couldn't keep his head up for more than a minute. He half opened his mouth so as to say more, but knowing she wouldn't, couldn't understand, he decided to save his strength.
"You"?, he asked instead, tilting his head on the side like a curious puppy.
"Nah. We've kinda grown apart, you know? I had a sister once…she died. Too young. But now's not the time for sad stories", Amara said and took a pill out of her pocket.
"You drink that as a good boy, will you"?
"Fuck you-how old are you eh? Can't be older than 26, what the hell are you doing here"?
"What are you doing here Chris"?
"Trying to save my country, girl".
What about the innocent lives you take in the process?, she wanted to shout but instead put the pill in his hand.
"Don't drop that too", she said and left for the kitchen.
Damn it! She had to think. She had to. What the hell was she doing? Chit chat and shit, hI cHriS yOu hAve AnyOne wAitInG foR yOu baCk homE? How do you like your eggs? Fuck.
She'd planned on sleeping in the kitchen that night, she'd even brought pillows and blankets. And now her heart clenched enough to crash her chest just thinking about leaving him alone.
Him. Him of all people.
He's helpless, compassion argued, and before she got more angry at herself, she got pissed off at Chris, Chris who was so helpless he couldn't take a piss on his own, but, oh well…
"Did you take your pill"?, she barked as she entered and Chris flinched.
"Yes for Christ's sake".
"Great".
With long strides she reached his side, grabbed his shoulders and threw him on the wheelchair with surprising strength. Chris was all grunts and muffled curses, but he insisted on going to the bathroom by himself.
Silence fell over the room, and Amara tensed. She checked her watch. It'd been 10 minutes.
"Chris are you alive in there"?
She knocked on the door.
"Chrissyyyy"?
Grunt if you're alive, she sighed and opened the door. Chris had never actually made it to the toilet, he was splayed in the wheelchair, head hanging low, face pale.
"God's sake", Amara murmured despite herself and rushed to him. She instinctively knew he'd be too much of a jerk to answer a question, so she brushed his wounded leg with the heel of her shoe. Relief run n
through her upon hearing the familiar sounds of pain.
Chris half opened his eyes, remaining silent as she slid his underwear down, helping him sit in the toilet. She so much as had to keep him from falling on the side, had to stay there, mortify him. Between glimpses of bitterness, and another feeling, one Amara could not pinpoint, he managed to clean himself up a bit, before being led to bed again.
He looked like a corpse, pale and stiff -and yet he was burning hot. Amara struggled to realize they, him and her, were in the same place, at the same moment. She was left untouched by the mayhem in the warehouse- had let the others do the job, she thought with dismissal.
Her jaw clenched, eyes tentative, she reached for his forehead. The 679th time this day.
"You've got a fever again, goddamn it".
"Yeah, you don't say"?
Yeah yeah, speak while you can, cause you’ll start whining in a little while.
"Do…would you like me, perhaps, to stay here"?, she heard herself say. "-To keep an eye on you I mean".
Chris scoffed, with an exhale that would've been a laugh if he wasn't so weak, eyes locked at her face again.
"I'll take that as a no", she murmured and banged the door behind her. If the bastard needed help, he'd have to scream for her to hear him. Should hurt his ribs enough.
It suffocated him, hurt while he was breathing,his whole body spasming beyond any control. The room was spinning, a bone-deep ache flooded him and he was alone.
It’s probably the shock, damn you, just try to relax, he thought and focused on his breathing. But as the hours passed, the trembles running through his body became more severe, made him jolt in pain and grunt and curse, until all he could think of was the need for it to stop. To relax, and sleep, and fucking heal, if possible. It didn’t seem possible at that moment.
He called Amara, a few times over actually, until he realized no voice was coming out of his mouth. It was all in his mind, and he’d have to make his muscles cooperate in order for her to hear him. But how would he open his mouth, how would he keep his teeth from clutching?
In all his years he never had to face problems like these, so human, so humiliating.
So goddamned weak because of a deal gone wrong.
“Amara”? The word was full of regret as it left his lips. “Amara”?
She’d closed the door. Why had she closed the fucking door?
“Amara”? Please just come here, please.
Had she heard him? Was she deep in sleep or just pissed off by his attitude?
You’re a grown man, not a little child. She won’t come at all, his conscious whispered and the panic made him yell her name louder.
The woman rose to her feet immediately as she heard him, opened the door quietly. Even in complete darkness, Amara could feel Chris’s eyes pinned on her.
“Are you okay, what’s wrong? Chris”?
“I don’t know…It just won’t stop”, he whispered hoarsely.
“It’s okay, don’t worry”, Amara smiled, and disappeared from the room.
“Don’t go”, Chris uttered, too low for her to hear him. He kept begging she’d return, silently, despite himself, his instinct, his principle.
When he saw her silhouette again he released the first shaky breath of gratitude in what seemed like a decade.
“Don’t worry, I’d only gone to bring the painkillers with me”, she said softly and placed a dump cloth on his forehead.
“ ‘M cold”, Chris whined. “It doesn’t stop”.
“It’s because your fever is rising again, Chrissy. Drink that”, she said and helped him swallow down another aspirin.
Their eyes met at that moment, filled with pain and desperation, Amara’s melting under his silent plea.
Her fingers brushed his wet forehead and Chris closed his eyes, her palm warm and steady against his skin.
“It will pass. Soon. You’ll sleep, don’t worry, okay”?
The sadness in her voice made Chris indulge into that physical ache. He dared move his body, only a tiny bit, towards her.
“Please”, he said, more like a muffled breath.
A pathetic whine escaped him as her touch became firmer, brushing his hair back. He tilted his head towards her-a little more to the right and he would reach the spot she sat on on the bed, and he would feel her close.
Amara held his hand steady, feeling herself the trembles that shook him. ,
The same thoughts as every night came to her mind as she layed on her makeshift bed. What the hell was she doing with a half dead man in this shit hole in Massachusetts, hm? And since she was with him, why hadn't she shot him yet?!
You don't know if it's him. It could have been someone else.
Yeah, as if it would make a difference. They're all the same, aren't they?
"If you know what you believe in, then you're truly free", their father used to say, his phrase followed up by some snarky comments about the government, or society, or that mess of a world they lived in, in general.
And she was floating now.
Between uncertainty, fear, and her ever strengthening code of ideals.
If you don't know what you believe in, how can you keep going in life like that?
At least Chris is lucky in that part, she thought through her new wave of melancholy.
But he wasn't lucky in anything else. The fully closed curtain left no light to the room, his eyes seeing figures and shadows as if he were a child. His head felt tight, as if someone was crushing it with a hammer. Continuously.
And the trembles wouldn't stop. It made him suffocate.
“It will pass, I promise. Just you wait”.
Chris’s breath itched, in fear she’d leave again. He tagged her weakly towards him. He needed her, needed her to hold him, to feel her warmth, her calm strength.
“Come here”, he breathed out, and at that very moment, he lost all hold of himself. The tension was too much to bear, his eyes started watering, a sob got caught in his throat.
“I’m sorry. For all of this”, Amara muttered as she slid underneath the blanket. He was too battered to hug him, only so few places she could touch him, but Chris felt he would completely unravel if he lost the closeness. He rested his head on her chest, as her hand petted his harsh features, while the other one in his stomach tried to steady him against the fever, and the wounds, and the fear.
“That’s it, try to relax”, Amara whispered with a softness she didn’t know she could have towards him, as his muscles relaxed ever so slightly.
“I can’t”.
The only sound in the room was his shaky, tortured breaths, and the gentle scratch of her hand on his hair. The rest of the world had faded away, distant and unimportant.
Chris continued to shake, elbows and sharp hip-bones poking into her flesh. The tears ran all the way down to his naked torso, making him crave for her warm touch in every part of him.
Please don’t die, okay? Don’t die on me, Amara thought and soon she found herself kissing him everywhere, his brows, his eyelids, his temples, and when she realized what she was doing, it was already too late for her to stop. Cause Chris had finally found something else to focus on, rather than the pain, and he began to still, and relax, even though the low whines continued.
“I know, it’s okay. Ten more minutes and you’ll be fast asleep, I promise. Your temperature is lower now”, she whispered, her lips brushing against his temple.
The first morning light came to represent the beginning of an easier time, for both of them. His body stayed almost lifeless on the mattress, his eyes fell close. Chris could feel Amara’s heartbeat, steady, and fast. The sobs were replaced by tears, the tension turned into a bone-deep weariness that seemed would haunt him forever.
Amara turned her head slightly towards the window, as noises came from the neighbors.
“Don’t leave me now girl”, he whispered with all the strength he had remaining.
Her hand on his forehead became heavier, holding him down firmly against her chest.
“Sleep, Chris. It’s going to be fine
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Reeling (Firelight!Reader)
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Summary: Staring death in it's hell & blue eyes, you know you are left with one chance. One chance to either prepare to meet your maker, or do something, anything, that will leave Silco reeling long enough for you to escape.
Warnings: SFW. Gender-neutral!Reader, first-meets, canon-typical violence, potential-slash if you squint/potential enemies-to-lovers, threats, banter, action, unplanned first-kiss
There are three guidelines that come with being a Firelight:
One, don’t get caught. 
Two, don’t die. 
And three, if you do find yourself to dancing along the edge of your own grave while in the hands of the enemy, don't go out without a bang.
In the hands of your greatest enemy, you already know that you have undoubtedly failed your first priority, and the fact that the enemy happens to bear the name of Silco, you know that your end is all but guaranteed, inevitable. 
That leaves you with trying to figure out how you can inflict the third, and if you go out like this - flat on your back, one boot crushing your wrist, and despite your desperate grip on his own wrist, the knife presses ever closer to your throat - if this is how you die, than you want to ensure you go out memorably.
And Ekko had said this would be an easy ambush - more of an assassination. In some cases, it was, with security either in another car or awaiting their boss's return from Topside in the Underground.
That should've been a sign for you to turn your hoverboard back around, instead of bursting into the gondola transportation line mid-air to singlehandedly rid the biggest parasite in Zaun out with an easy ambush.
Bitterly, you wonder if maybe it was easy for him... you certain did Silco some favors by coming alone, and stupidly assuming him unarmed, something you're about to be thanked for with a severed artery.
“I’ve never enjoyed sad stories,” Silco says, almost conversationally. Deceptively so, except for the breathless tone of voice, and the wheeze you make when he lowers himself, knee to your gut, in order to lean down closer to you. “Already so many in our lives, and we certainly don’t need more lessons to how rotten the world can be.”
"O-or... don't wanna hear about the sad-stories you caused-?" Your challenge ripples into a wheeze, not only because the knee digs deeper with the full-weight of the slim man, but his fingers find your hair. And more importantly, the strap connecting your mask to your face.
You don't even have the time to say discourage, threaten or insult him, before it's off and clattering loudly on the metal floor beneath you.
This close, the Eye of Zaun titular features hone in on your fiery expression with a look of upmost boredom. He didn't look like he was expecting anything, yet was still unimpressed, while also not bothering to care even as you bare your teeth furiously at your unmasking.
"Little bug, tragedy doesn't start and end with me all the time, you know," He murmurs, deceptively and dangerously soft as his fingers slowly coil through your hair. A whine escapes through your teeth with the sharp-yank, bringing your face closer, and in-earnest pressing your throat harsher against the knife... he only has to wiggle it from one side or another, in order to finish the job.
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I do have to claim responsibility for this sad-story we seem to find ourselves in... you forced my hand, and yet it's still my fingers holding the knife."
"Saw a chance to knock you clean out of the sky," You snarled, jerking your trapped hand almost in reflex, now that your shoulders and head were involuntarily rendered immobile. "Can't blame me for that."
"No? Well then, there are certainly other things I could blame you for," Silco raises the one-brow he has with a faux thoughtfulness as he hums, turning his knife.
The body senses even more danger than it's already in, and freezes in place as he turns his knife until just the tip runs along your skin. It's with expertise - and a sickening layer of almost tenderness - that Silco traces your racing jugular with the very edge of his blade, only a single flinch or a jerk of his wrist to sever the artery and leave you to bleed out in this cable-car. "Several shimmer-shipments for starters... interrupted business, being a general annoyance. There's quite a few crimes, yours and the rest of your hives', to pay for..."
It's almost tickling you. The way the most notorious, toxic man of Zaun drags the blade back up to flick aside some loose locks of your hair, before settling it on a sensitive point just beneath your ear as he leans out, both the frosted metal of his blade, and the warmth that caresses your skin as he breathes out.
"And make no mistake, little bug. As much as I despise sad-stories, I have no problem with turning you into a tragedy."
Any other would be shaking - and to be fair, your fists are clenched so tightly the muscles are quivering beneath your adrenaline-laced flesh - but you don't cower. "The only tragedy is that you're alive," You rasp, eyes slits as you pant beneath him. Half from the fight that predated this, and half because the mixture of smoke, spiced and almost salty, sees to suffocate your esophagus before Silco slices it open. "No sadder story than that the Eye of Zaun still lives."
"It'll be a tale for the ages." There's a curve to the dagger that is his smile, as the knife once more begins to caress it's way down your skin. "A pity you won't make the footnotes."
The fight - the will to survive finally kicks in full-force, when the blade sweeps slowly past your jawline.
You could punch, but haven't prepared for it, so it would be nothing more than the final protesting buzz of a Firelight, before your light is snuffed out.
He's got you pinned too well, too perfectly to even attempt to avoid the blade, and though you don't want to become one of the many victims in his empire's crusade, you also don't want to be left clumsily bleeding out.
Can't fight.
Can't escape.
But the will-to-live continues to exist, and without your permission, it acts.
With boots planted-flat to the ground, it's not much, but it's enough purchase to brace your head up and forward before the knife makes itself at-home beneath your chin. It's enough for you to raise your head even slight because - realizing this rather suddenly - the warm breath that passes your face comes from the fact that Silco has allowed himself to be impossibly, dangerously close to your own.
A fact you take advantage of, in order to put him at the biggest disadvantage you can offer as your mouths collide.
It’s not a kiss. 
It’s harsh, like rocks slamming into marble, and your teeth sting in protest to the sudden clacking of his against your own - you distantly hope you don’t share the same chips with the Industrialist now. The knife is lax against your collarbone, loosened by astonishment or distraction as you press your lips and opened-mouth closer to the man who’d been seconds away from slitting your throat. It’s not one, but you still kiss Silco with every ounce of passion you can muster, and apparently, it’s enough to still his hand.
You still continue to kiss him like your life depends on it, even as the blade fully slips from his limp fingers, and slides uselessly onto the ground beside him.
You... don’t know why you’re still kissing him. Why you aren’t taking that blade for yourself, why you aren’t cracking your fist across the relaxed-face of the Eye, or why you haven’t stopped kissing his stupid, warm mouth-
His boot shifts off your wrist, and both of your hands - one sore - are now free. 
A solid whack against his forehead with the flat of your palm unlatches his mouth from yours, and sends him off you with a sudden choked sound of surprise.
It almost makes you laugh as you twist yourself upright onto your hands and knees, did he not expect you to strike back...?
Your mask. Left abandoned on the floor, the knife lays between it and you, and it’s instinct that makes you go for the protection of the mask rather than the knife. But apparently, the Industrialist knows your motives, because you only manage to shuffle a few feet forward and stretch your hand out, before long fingers grab it first.
"Damn it."
You liked that mask, and don't particularly like seeing in the hands of the Eye of Zaun. But after such a near brush with death, you decide you like living far more than any mask, and twist onto your feet to sprint to the doors of the gondola. Fully ignoring the shout from behind you, and embracing the fall ahead as you take a running-leap straight out the doors, with a miles-deep drop beneath you.
The whistle bursts from your mouth the instant your feet hit the open air. There's a second - only one - where you are free-falling down, and it's practice and habit that reminds you to bend your knees.
The hoverboard responds to your call, and there's a small jarring-racing up your legs from the impact, but again, habit and practice have taken over.
It's practically a second-language of your body, the way it balances and shifts the plate beneath your feet to twist and dive your way back to the rendezvous point. It's a reward of expertise that allows your hands to do their own work, quickly pulling the hood of your jacket tight over your head in an attempt of saving your identity... a useless venture. The Eye of Zaun already knew your face.
Face, voice, and mouth.
Conveniently, you leave out those pesky details when your feet touch-down hoverboard at ready as the remainder of the ambush-party gathers. The fight with security on lower-grounds went poorly, but not as poorly as your bloodless form proves.
There's no room for frustration, not here and it's a closer-shot than the Firelights have ever been able to manage before. That doesn't mean there isn't a solid-brace of anger lining bruised shoulders, and you share the level of irritation that's flowing in the air between you all as you, bitterly, call the retreat.
It's as bitter a failure as the taste of smoke still on your tongue. A taste you only realize still lingers on your lips when you and the team pull back into headquarters, and you furiously scrub at your lips with your sleeve.
"Swallowed a bug?"
Gods, you wish. That would be far more simple.
You say nothing to your fellow Firelights, though, not during the trek of failure back to base, not as you wait to listen on how exactly the ambush-party had gotten screwed over on-the-ground, and you say nothing at all, when you're asked for your point of view.
"Where's your mask?"
"Strap snapped when I hit a breeze. I have a spare in my room."
"Okay... did he have backup on that gondola?"
"He had a knife. Probably knew we were coming... probably wanted to send a message."
"Right." Pause. "How'd you get away?"
After you don't answer, and are sent away with a sigh and a tired promise to succeed next-time, you once more scrub at your mouth until the bitter mix of smoke, spice and the faintest hint of sea-salt based cologne, starts unclogging your senses.
It wasn't a kiss. But it still seems intent to linger as one - perhaps that's the punishment for not throwing a fist instead, or for not immediately picking up the lack of guards as a sign of him awaiting your presence, and not dumb luck.
It wasn't a kiss. It wasn't, and you refuse to consider it as one... even when you consider it many, many times over in the days to follow. Particularly without your mask, you have to physically snatch your hand down with a dark scowl to yourself, furious to have caught your fingers brushing over your lips as if you could still feel another's.
It's nothing short of am embarrassment when you inhale a bit deeper at those corners near the smoke-shop, and thankfully, you have enough presence of mind not to give into the urge to take a nice, calming stroll along the Alcoves-coast when your mind starts to wander, and starts to think about everything you could've done different...
And annoyingly, think once more about what you did.
'Not a kiss,' You convince yourself with a particular shove on a bar door - not sure which one, but it's open and sells alcohol, so it's a winner in your distracted mind. 'Just a last-ditch effort. A final hurrah. If it hadn't have worked, at least I would've had a couple good stories to tell on my way down...'
A rationalization that's flimsy and weak, but one you stick with as you blindly seat yourself at the bar, waving a hand for a drink, any kind welcomed at this point.
The cold of the glass is far more welcomed than the memory of warmth on your mouth. You'd rather be frigid, and secure in the knowledge that you're stabilized by weak-rationalities, than be left reeling by Silco.
Unfortunately, with a much different, and gloved long-finger hand soon sliding your drink into your hand, followed by the gentle click of your mask being set onto the counter next to it, you understand that you're far from secured.
In the sudden explosions of your ironically blank-mind trying to rationalize his presence, his reasons for being here, you realize it doesn't quite matter that much. The 'why's' don't mean as much as they should, for his reasons for settling in the stood beside you with a thoughtful hum as you gaze down at your mask blankly.
Because, even if he-himself doesn't seem to know the reason he's truly sought you out, Silco seems intent on one thing with you...
"It seems you have surprised us both. You might just make more than a footnote, little bug.
And that's to make this - whatever it is - go memorably.
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brutaliakhoa · 1 year
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Hi! I just was listening to your ghost bat playlist, (it’s phenomenal btw) and I was wondering why you chose those songs for it? Like the specific meaning behind them? Or if it’s just vibe songs (which is still incredibly cool)
omg thank <3 <3 a lot of it is based on vibes but i could walk you through why i put some of the songs in the playlist hehe
[my initial intention was do it chronologically, starting with how they remember each other and then to khoa coming to gotham]
before
斯德哥尔摩情人 (translated to stockholm syndrome lovers): love as violence + love as consumption WOOOO!!!!! my favorite translated lyrics below >:)
In order to escape the solitude of separating from you, I'd rather stay with discomfort. / In fact your obsession of possession is consuming my blood and body. I'm afraid that I'll know better. [...] I'm unwise to take obedience as kindness, but will you become kind? [...] It doesn't matter if I'm going crazy in my blind pride/ or ordeal and submission to your abuse. / It doesn't matter as long as I can suffer for you and even enjoy that.
high hopes by kodaline: also memories era [thinking about batman the knight #6 ehehe knowing that it's a terrible idea]
And in my dreams I meet the ghosts of all the people who've come and gone / Memories, they seem to show up so quick but they leave you far too soon / Naive, I was just staring at the barrel of a gun / I do believe it
patience by the lumineers: this is an instrumental piece but i thought it'd be a good transition, the years in between where they don't really hear much from each other
decisions
追 by leslie cheung: this is mainly just because i liked the song and also the Vibes of chasing someone [or the memory of someone] because you think they make you better <3 <3
Seeking acheivement in lifetime, but this minute only have you in mind. / You're are the one I won't let go.
geyser by mitski: similar to 追 :))
You're my number one, you're the one I want / And I've turned down every hand / That has beckoned me to come
door by mitski: love as violence themes <3 <3
Then, one night, at the park I saw it / With my cheek in the dirt [...] Cried out a creak and opened / To show me what's beyond it / A hopeless violence / I named it love
reunion
i want you by mitski: “i hold one card that i can’t use”!!!!! ough.
I want you / I hold one card / That I can't use / But I want you You're coming back / And it's the end of the world / We're starting over
hello my old heart by the oh hellos: an old friend returns. you asked him to stay, but does that change anything?
It's been so long / Since I've given you away / And every day / I add another stone / To the walls I built around you / To keep you safe
stubborn love by the lumineers: something something you know each other too well, you know best how to hurt the other. but that doesn’t stop you from trying anyway
It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all / The opposite of love is indifference [...] And I don't blame you, dear / For running like you did all these years / I would do the same, you best believe
do i wanna know? by arctic monkeys: a lot of the arctic monkeys songs i just included because of the Vibes. but a lot of these are not having the conversations you ought to be having, just hoping the other would understand.
(Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made / For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day [...] So have you got the guts? / Been wonderin' if your heart's still open / And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts
i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys: was discussing it with another ghostbat understander. you don’t understand love unless it’s a type of ownership, a posession (both of you knowing it’s only temporary). hm. minhkhoa-coded.
I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) / Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) / At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean / I wanna be yours
knee socks by arctic monkeys: this is nowhere in this song but im always thinking about sock garters when i hear this song. yea.
I got a feelin' I might have lit the very fuse / That you were tryin' not to light
r u mine? by arctic monkeys: just Vibes on this one <3
505 by arctic monkeys: love as violence again, and also because “It seems like once again you've had to greet me with ‘goodbye’”!!! yea!!
I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck / Or I did last time I checked [...] The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark / Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark
old problems, new growth
stay soft by mitski: violence is the only way care is articulated. you have to press at the wound, you have to bite the hand that feeds <3
Fury, pure and silver / You grip it tight inside / Like a knife [...] You stay soft, get beaten / Only natural to harden up / You stay soft, get eaten / Only natural to harden up
obsessions by marina: Vibes on this one, trust me. waking up each morning finding yourself hating the other. love ebbs and flows, and that’s okay
killer by phoebe bridgers: at a crossroads again.
Can the killer in me / Tame the fire in you? / Or is there nothing left to do for us? / I am sick of the chase / But I'm hungry for blood / And there's nothing I can do
until next time
the bomb by florence + the machine: SHIP THESIS
Now you come back every summer / Like a carnivorous flower [...] But if I was free to love you / You wouldn't want me, would you? [...] I've blown apart my life for you / And bodies hit the floor for you / And break me, shake me, devastatе me / Come herе, baby, tell me that I'm wrong / I don't love you, I just love the bomb
two slow dancers by mitski: this song encapsulates them really well!! two constants despite everything else changing so much
And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down / You see it on both our skin / We get a few years and then it wants us back / It would be a hundred times easier / If we were young again, but as it is and it is / To think that we could stay the same / To think that we could stay the same / To think that we could stay the same / But we're two slow dancers, last ones out
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Every Hero Needs a Sidekick - Robaire
Gen ;; Action + Romance (Enemies to Lovers??) - Story
Warnings ;; Violence + Mention of Weapons (Guns)
Proofread + Edited ;; Absolutely not mate, have you seen any of my writing before ??
Word Count ;; Guess bitch lmao
Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 13 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! Post 2 of the day lmao
I'm thinking this might be a new hero based au :DD
Enjoy !! <3
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You've learned two very important things since your being hired by the hero corporation: patience is a virtue and being a sidekick fucking sucks. Here, crouched behind a bunch of crates crowded near the entrance of the warehouse you could potentially die in tonight, is where you decided to analyse the choices that lead you to this moment.
As one of the corporation sidekicks you don't really have a set hero that you work with, you've worked with many though you do have the ones that crop up more often than most. One being the leader of world-famous hero group 4*TOWN.. Ro.
Look, you're not saying you deserve world fame, or even want it, but it's funny that you're the one running around, kicking ass while he barks commands at you and does next to nothing. Okay, well, he does actually do a fair bit, but still! At the very least you're doing the same amount of work and yet he gets fame and admirers and a shit ton of money and you get nothing? Not even a thank you half of the time? No one even remembers your name yet they can remember these guys entire autobiography because?
All you're saying is if the corporation has enough money to give 4*TOWN their own penthouse office then they have enough to give you a liveable wage.
Speaking of money, you hope they have a slightly heftier paycheck waiting for you when you get back after this mission. It's probably the most dangerous one you've been on yet and you've been lobbed in with Ro so the least they can do is pay you properly for your time.
It's a pipe dream, of course, but it keeps you going.
"Focus, mon amour. If we fail this mission you know what will happen.."
A scowl forces its way onto your face before you're even able to register it and you begin to grumble under your breath, "Yeah, I'll get all the blame and you'll still get praised no matter what.."
You sigh and force yourself to concentrate on the mission, saving your frustration for later.
Suddenly, words start flowing out of your ear-piece and into your ear giving you both a multitude of instructions, "Make sure keep out of sight you two, this is a stealth mission above all else. If you're seen you'll have to take down everyone in there and that's a death certificate waiting to happen. Be careful and we'll see you back at headquarters soon." You hear a click in your ear signalling that the line has closed.. so much for a fucking guide..
"Hear that, be extra careful because this is a stealth mission. Wouldn't want you messing things up after all."
In an attempt to centre yourself once again, you pinch the bridge of your nose and take a couple of deep breaths. God, why were you paired with this motherfucker..
"Being a sidekick has never been more annoying than right now.."
Ro hummed, "What was that?"
You quickly shook your head, "Nothing. Let's go, shall we?"
Ro smirks at you, "I thought you'd never ask."
Huffing out a sigh, you stand up from your crouched position and make your way towards the warehouse. With a short hum you reach for your utility belt, patting around for your grappling hook. See, while you had teleportation as you gift you weren't fond of using unless necessary, too much jumping caused nosebleeds and 12 hours naps. Not ideal.
Annoyingly enough, Ro doesn't seem to share your less than ideal side effects, being able to change his voice to mimic anyone or anything without so much as a sore throat afterward. If you were being honest, you have to admit that his perfect, amazingly strong powers do indeed piss you off, but you're not honest, not about this. Insecurities are dangerous on the field, an unreliable variable that can easily be turned against you just as much as it can encourage you.
You aim and shoot your grappling hook with practiced ease, soon feeling the sudden weightlessness of being pulled into the air. You note Ro following suit, just a second behind you, and continue forward, pulling yourself up onto the warehouse roof and looking around for an opening.
You practically tiptoe over to the warehouse's skylights, contemplating how much force you'd have to put into prying it open. Not much apparently, seeing as Ro brushes past you and slams as much force as he could into the skylight frame with a hammer he got from god knows where with all the stealth of a bull in a china shop.
Let it be known that you'd asked to take this as a solo mission before anyone gets too caught up in blaming you.. god, pay is going to be grim this week..
Obviously the people milling about inside the warehouse notice your.. entrance and, evidently, they're not happy about. At least, this is what you gather after being pushed through the hole Ro created in the ceiling and then immediately cowering away from the shit show that starts up.
Apparently, no one thought to warn that going out on a mission with Ro would leave you in the middle of open fire. Seriously, did no one think about this beforehand? Because a warning would've been nice, just saying..
No time to lament over the thoughts of your agency, unless you want them to be your last it seems. After a bullet skims the side of your face you throw yourself behind a unit packed with boxes upon boxes of what looks to be a gold dust of sorts. Not your problem either way, all you need to do is detain any villains, report to your bosses and then watch a "real hero" get all the praise. No, you're not bitter, shut up, you're just a little tired of being cast aside is all.
You press on your ear com and word vomit to whoever on the other end of the line, "Listen, I think we need emergency backup because we've got all hell breaking loose over here."
"Afraid we can't assist you at the moment, our hands are full until further notice. Keep us updated and stay safe." The line clicks closed once again and you're left reeling.
What in the ever-loving fuck could they possibly be doing that they can't spare one person?
"Mon amour, I need some help over here. I'm surrounded."
You let out a silent groan and teleport yourself back up to the hole in the roof so you can look over the whole warehouse. Clutching at your chest in in attempt attempt steady yourself, your eyes dart around, searching for some sign of Ro before finally locking on to his location. He wasn't wrong, he's completely surrounded and looking worse for wear. Better get stuck in before things somehow go even worse for the two of you.
You will yourself behind a guy to Ro's right, foot flying into the back of his knee as you tackle him to the ground. You quickly knock him out before dodging out of the way of an attack.. this is why you hate doing stealth missions with other people, they always seem to end up in a brawl.
Throwing yourself from person to person, from fight to fight, you lose track of Ro and, despite your complaints, you find yourself hoping he's okay.
As the number of lining up to fight you begins to thin you start look around for him, eventually spotting him behind you to your left. He catches you eye and winks at you as he punches the final minion attempting to get a hit. You scoff and roll your eyes as you duck under a shoddy swing from your current opponent and sweep their feet from under them.
"All done?"
You turn to the source of the voice: Ro. Hes smirking a little but its clear he's exhausted and in a fair bit of pain if the clear favouring of leaning on his right side compared to his left is anything to go by.
"Sure am, you?"
"As you can see, I have risen above all the things sent to try me."
You stare at him blankly before sharply turning and brushing last him and the many unconscious bodies that lay around your feet.
"What did we need to grab again."
You turn and glower at him as he takes an obnoxiously long time pondering before shrugging, "I think they just wanted a report on the situation."
Your eyes widen before narrowing at him, " You mean to tell me that this whole things was practically for nothing?"
Ro at least seems to have the decency to wince, "Not completely, I sure had a good time sharing this bonding experience with you."
You laugh humourlessly at his words, "I can't believe I was worried about you. I somehow forgot how much I despise you.”
You notice Ro's fave brighten just a little before he smirks at you, "I don't think you ever truly despised me, did you? Think wisely before answering, mon chéri, you don't want to go breaking my heart now, do you?"
"Don't push it, Ro."
"At least admit that you like me now, mon amour!"
"..I tolerate you."
"I'll take it!"
You huff and shake your head, using the movement to hide the smile sneaking its way across your face.
"Let's just go back to headquarters."
Ro smiles and dramatically waves a hand gesturing in the direction of what you both assume to be the exit, "But of course, mon chèri. After you."
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Praying that this isn't too shit,, not really used to writing like this,, kinda miss my headcanons but oh well lmao Hope you enjoyed !! <3
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septembersghost · 2 years
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Hi again! :) I'm so sorry if this question has been asked before. What are your top McWexler songs? The songs that, when you listen to them, you can't help bu think about Kim and Jimmy?
hi lovely!!! i don't think this has been asked actually - someone asked me for an in-character list, and that one's harder for me to place working from their times and tastes than it is choosing songs that subjectively make me think of them! i have my top five taylor list (which could easily expand to ten), and of course cowboy like me remains thee ultimate song for them. and i mentioned silver springs by fleetwood mac and slow like honey by fiona apple. something stupid probably goes without saying ;___; <3
also! a bit of an aside, but in lantern, when chuck is playing jazz, it's "it never entered my mind" by miles davis, and it was SO eerie to me because frank sinatra's version of that song was already in my head as being very jimmy/kim whenever they might separate, because i think too much about things that make me sad!
so i'll give you five modern ones and five old ones, with apologies that somehow these ended up leaning way towards the melancholy.
♥ hate to be lame - lizzy mcalpine feat. finneas (it's always in the back of my mind/maybe my mistakes are the reason that I made it back to you in time/if i could rewind, would there be some butterfly effect?/what if we never met? what if the stars never aligned?)
♥ grapejuice - harry styles (there's never been someone who's so perfect for me/but I got over it, and I said/"give me somethin' old and red"/I pay for it more than I did back then/there's just no gettin' through without you)
♥ hold out - aly & aj (you know I never meant to be a burden to ya/I never wanna cause you harm/I know what heavy conversation does to ya/I wish I never brought it up at all/but some days, I need a rescue/hey you, if you hear me calling/hey you, if you see me falling/will you catch me?/will you hold out your arms and catch me?/will you catch me?/do you think that you're strong enough?/you always told me that these days would get better/but I'm afraid that you were wrong)
♥ new normal - sasha sloan (wake up alone in an empty bed/it's quiet in the livin' room/go for a drive like we always did, in the middle of the afternoon/havin' a drink at our favorite place like we always used to do/this is my new normal without you)
♥ the louvre - lorde (a rush at the beginning/I get caught up, just for a minute/but lover, you're the one to blame/all that you're doing/can you hear the violence?...our thing progresses/I call and you come through/blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you)
♥ a case of you - joni mitchell (you're in my blood like holy wine/you taste so bitter and so sweet/oh, I could drink a case of you, darling/and I would still be on my feet/I am a lonely painter/I live in a box of paints/I'm frightened by the devil/and I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid)
♥ like a lover - brasil '66 (how I envy a cup that knows your lips/let it be me, my love/and a table that feels your fingertips/let it be me, let me be your love/bring an end to the endless days and nights without you)
♥ these foolish things - ella fitzgerald (the winds of march that make my heart a dancer/a telephone that rings but who's to answer/oh, how the ghost of you clings)
♥ you've got a friend - james taylor (or carole king!) (if the sky above you grows dark and full of clouds/and that old north wind begins to blow/keep your head together and call my name out loud/soon you'll hear me knockin' at your door/you just call out my name/and you know, wherever I am/I'll come runnin' to see you again)
♥ two sleepy people - carly simon (here we are, out of cigarettes/holding hands and yawning/see how late it gets/two sleepy people by dawn's early light/and too much in love to say goodnight)
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lacystar · 2 years
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hey guys, update on my mental health: I'm doing great, but cquackity is so thought you said that you would always be in love but you're not in love no more but honey I'll be seeing you wherever I go but honey ill be seeing you down every road 'cause honey I'll come get my things but I cant let go I'm actin like I don't see every ribbon you used to tie yourself to me midnight we're fading till daylight we're jaded we know that its over in the morning you'll be dancing with all the heartache and the treason the fantasies of leavin' our rules, our dreams, we're blind blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite a RUUUUUUUUSH at the beginning I get caught uUUUUUUUP just for a minute but lover you're the one to blame, all that you're doing, can you hear the violence? megaphone to my chest, broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom, and make 'em all dance to it our thing progresses I call and you come through blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you baby really hurt me crying in the taxi he don't wanna know me says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm, says it was poison, so I guess ill go home into the arms of the girl that I love, the only love I haven't screwed up she's so hard to please but she's a forest fire I do my best to meet her commands play up romance we slow dance in the living room but all that a stranger would see is one girl, standing alone, stroking her cheek cause I remember the rush when forever was us before all of the winds of regret and mistrust now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost well I guess I should go yeah I guess I should go, hard. feelings. of loooove, when the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the co-o-old, alone with the hard feeeeelings of looove god, I wish I'd believed you when you told me this was my home these days we kiss and we keep busy the waves come after midnight I call from underwater why even try to get right? when you've outgrown a lover the whole world knows but you it's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yeah, real for me now I'll fake it every single day 'till I don't need fantasy till I feel you leave, but ill still remember every thing how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me, I'll start letting go of little things till im so far away from you, far away from you, yeah bet you wanna rip my heart out, bet you wanna skip my calls now, well guess what, I'd like that cause im gonna mess your life up gonna wanna tape my mouth shut look out lovers we're l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation all fuckin with our lovers heads lights are on and they've gone home but who am I? we told you this was melodrama all the glamour and the trauma and the fucking melodrama they'll talk about us all the lovers how we kissed and killed each other break the news, you're walking out to be a good man for someone else sorry I was never good like you in my head I play a supercut of us all the magic we gave off all the love we had and lost and in my head the visions never stop these ribbons wrap me up but when I reach for you its just a supercut we keep tryin to talk about us slow motion im watching our love I'll be your quiet afternoon crush be your violent overnight rush make you crazy over my touch but its just a supercut of us cause in my head in my head I do everything right when you call when you call I forgive and not fight because ours are the moments I play in the dark we were wild and fluorescent come home to my heart and maybe all this is the party maybe the tears and the highs we breathe, maybe all this is the party maybe we just do it violently but you're not who you thought you were I hate the headlines and the weather I'm 19 and im on fire but when we're dancing I'm alright, it's just another graceless night, all of the things we're taking 'cause we are young and we're ashamed send us to perfect places all of our heroes fading now I cant stand to be alone lets go to perfect places
all the nights spent off our faces tryna find these perfect places, what the fuck are perfect places anyways?
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greencruz · 1 year
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dedicate + todos os nossos couples
SEND ME “DEDICATE” FOR A SONG DEDICATED TO YOUR MUSE FROM MINE : ACCEPTING !
nesse aqui eu coloquei a dedicação deles e as minhas pra eles.
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YOHAN & GYURI.
mardy bum - arctic monkeys (dele)
well, now then, mardy bum ive seen your frown and it's like looking down the barrel of a gun and it goes off and out come all these words oh, there's a very pleasant side to you a side i much prefer it's one that laughs and jokes around remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah to get things off the ground and it was up, up and away well, now then, mardy bum oh, i'm in trouble again, aren't i? i thought as much 'cause you turned over there pulling that silent disappointment face the one that i can't bare
sucker - jonas brothers (dele)
we go together better than birds of a feather, you and me we change the weather, yeah i'm feeling heat in december when you're 'round me. i've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars i follow you through the dark, can't get enough you're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain and, baby, you know it's obvious i'm a sucker for you you say the word and i'll go anywhere blindly i'm a sucker for you, any road you take, you know that you'll find me i'm a sucker for all the subliminal things no one knows about you and you're making the typical me break my typical rules it's true, i'm a sucker for you.
the louvre - lorde (minha)
well, summer slipped us underneath her tongue our days and nights are perfumed with obsession half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor use our eyes, throw our hands overboard i am your sweetheart psychopathic crush drink up your movements, still i can't get enough i overthink your punctuation use not my fault, just a thing that my mind do a rush at the beginning i get caught up, just for a minute but lover, you're the one to blame all that you're doing, can you hear the violence? megaphone to my chest broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it
GALE & MAISIE.
stutter - marianas trench (dele)
i know i never make this easy, it's easier to disappear. you said give me something that i can go on together, yeah anywhere but here. and i'm begging you bring me back to life i just can't stand leaving you alone tonight it's too late to go already taken me forever just to try you know one for the money, two for the show three to get ready, and four to go for the life of me i don't know why it took me so long to see. i just stutter, stutter, stutter di-di-di-di-di-did i?
talk too much - coin (minha)
caffeine, small talk wait out the plastic weather mmhmm, uh uh, discussing current events i'll take my time i'm not the forward thinker you read my mind better to leave it unsaid... why can't I leave it unsaid? you know i talk too much honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up we could blame it all on human nature stay cool, it's just a kiss oh, why you gotta be so talkative? i talk too much, we talk too much
superboy & supergirl - tullycraft (minha)
superboy, supergirl, i've got a question for super world: what gets you through who gets you past and how do you fly so fast.?superboy's got his problems and girl's got her hang-ups and i know that it can't be easy to be superboy in a messed up world these days or a supergirl in a thankless world these days. i said, please don't let them get you down because you're the only superheroes in our town
BIRDY & HENRI.
starlight - muse (dela)
far away this ship is taking me far away far away from the memories of the people who care if i live or die i will be chasing a starlight until the end of my life i don't know if it's worth it anymore. my life, you electrify my life let's conspire to ignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive. i'll never let you go if you promise not to fade away. our hopes and expectations black holes and revelations hold you in my arms i just wanted to hold you in my arms
on melancholy hill - gorillaz (minha)
up on Melancholy Hill there's a plastic tree are you here with me? just looking out on the day of another dream. well you can't get what you want but you can get me, so let's set out to sea, love 'cause you are my medicine when you're close to me.
sunlight - hozier (dela)
i had been lost to you, sunlight and flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight, your love is sunlight. all the tales the same told before and told again: a soul that's born in cold and rain knows sunlight and at last can grant a name to a buried and a burning flame as love and its decisive pain oh, my sunlight
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daisyrandonegf · 1 year
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Well, summer slipped us underneath her tongue Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession Half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor Use our eyes, throw our hands overboard I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush Drink up your movements, still I can't get enough I overthink your punctuation use Not my fault, just a thing that my mind do A rush at the beginning I get caught up, just for a minute But lover, you're the one to blame All that you're doing Can you hear the violence? Megaphone to my chest Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Our thing progresses I call and you come through Blow all my friendships To sit in hell with you But we're the greatest They'll hang us in the Louvre Down the back, but who cares—still the Louvre Okay I know that you are not my type (Still I fall) I'm just the sucker who let you fill her mind (But what about love?) Nothing wrong with it Supernatural Just move in close to me, closer, you'll feel it coasting A rush at the beginning I get caught up, just for a minute But lover, you're the one to blame All that you're doing Can you hear the violence? Megaphone to my chest Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom And make 'em all dance to it
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“These girls like to pretend they can’t feel anything anymore. Boys break like promises, but only behind closed doors.” // All the Sad Young Men - Spector
“Don’t ever trust a heart you can’t break” // St. Cecilia’s - Animal Flag
“L-O-V-E's just another word I never learned to pronounce. How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is never gonna come out” // STARSTRUKK - 3OH!3
“I am high and drunk on ego” // It’s Alright - Mother Mother
“Poetry is not a luxury, it’s how I’ll break this home.” // The Start of Something - Voxtrot
“Do you like these little sonnets? I wrote them just for you, but how quickly they turn sour, so be careful who you screw. And never call. And I’m starting to suspect, you don’t intend to do anything you say at all.” // Not Allowed - TV Girl
“We may not like it but you'd better learn how, 'cause it's your turn now. You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies. Now. what’s on your nasty old mind?” // Not Allowed - TV Girl
“All by himself, sittin' alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by himself, sittin' alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by himself, sittin' alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.” // Not Allowed - TV Girl
“We both know that I don't really mean it. But it's clear that you don't care. We both know that we mean much more than I'd like to admit” // Backward in Love - shy kids
“So I guess it's... let die to let live. No, I don't know how to forget you.” // sex - EDEN
“They all wanna get rough, get away with it. Let 'em talk, 'cause we're dancing in this world alone, world alone, we're alone. All the double-edged people into schemes, they make a mess, then go home and get clean. You're my best friend, and we're dancing in a world alone, world alone, we're all alone” // A World Alone - Lorde
“I'm waiting on the time, you see I care. But now it's fading fast, thought it was gonna last. I'm not uncomfortable but I, feel so uncomfortable” // Uncomfortable- Wallows
“You're taking what you want right from me. Wrapped up in so much life, it’s just the way you hold me. You're picking miscellaneously. Wrapped up in all the choices you're not giving to me.” // affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS
“Oh I’m looking for affection in all the wrong places. And we’ll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces.” // affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS
“I wanna know if you’re not okay but I get too attached to the things you say. You don’t care if I get home safe ‘cause I’m just another player in your drinking game.” // drinking games - Sophia Cates
“Treat her right. Lying, lying, like you weren't with me last night, crying, throwing a fit. But you know what? That's it. I am better than this. And you say once we're sober we should just forget.” // drinking games - Sophia Cates
“All is fine, shush and come here. I will stay quiet and expect you to hear, stories of the things that never happened. The ones that you said shouldn't matter. To me they do, sadly they do.” // Wish - Tenacity
“Don’t know you super well but I think that you might be the same as me. Behave abnormally.” // Homemade Dynamite - Lorde
“But lover, you're the one to blame. All that you're doing. Can you hear the violence?” // The Louvre - Lorde
“Our thing progresses. I call and you come through. Blow all my friendships, to sit in hell with you. But we're the greatest, they’ll hang us in the Louvre.” // The Louvre - Lorde
“In the morning, you’ll be dancing with all the heartache, and the treason, the fantasies of leaving, but we know that when it’s over, you’ll be dancing with us.” // Sober - Lorde
“Bring your love baby, I could bring my shame.” // Wicked Games - The Weeknd
“Let  me know when we will get there, my heart might tare apart. Feel so lucky when I'm with you, I felt it from the start. We could only go so far, perfect nights could only last so long. Lucky that we got to love so hard. Hey baby that's something. That’s better than nothing.” // Better Than Nothing - Riarosa
“No, I don't care, about anything at all. But I still stop and stare, every time that you call.” // Kiss Goodnight - IDONTKNOWHOWBUTTHEYFOUNDME
“You lack substance when you say, something like, "Oh, what a shame". It's just a self-referential way that stops you having to be human.” // Sincerity is Scary - The 1975
“Sure I would kiss you, I’ll lay with you. You’re broke, no I can’t fix you, I won’t, no I won’t diss you but babe I might miss you. If you’re cold and needed shelter I’d hold you but not sweat you, and I know we’re not together but babe, I won’t forget you. What I need is for you to be sure.” // What I Need - Hayley Kiyoko, Kehlani
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screamingay · 3 years
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GOT TO THE FIRST REAL TENDER FACE HOLDING RAAAAAA
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