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the--blackdahlia · 5 years

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 23 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 23

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

Here’s a chapter since I have to work all day tomorrow and won’t feel like posting. Enjoy guys!

AN: For this chapter, play Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue & Chester Bennington

(Y/n) was waiting for Nikki at home. She kept looking at the clock, waiting for him. Worry had already passed by the time she blew out the candles on the table. He wasn’t coming home like he had promised. So that worry in the back of her mind was pushed aside for something else. It was still worry, but more on the side of fear. Fear that he was dead somewhere. Fear that he was between the legs of another woman. Fear that the reason he didn’t come home anymore was because he didn’t love her anymore.

She looked down at the ring on her finger, twisting it some. He didn’t show her off the way he used to. Yeah, they had their own thing; she had her bands and he had his. But he also had pictures in magazines of him with girls in skirts that could double as belts and tops that were rejected bikinis. She looked down at herself. Why would he want her when he could have any other girl? He could get a girl like Tommy’s. Long, blonde hair, tan skin, legs that go for miles.

Twenty minutes had went by since she last looked at the clock. She didn’t hear the sound of Nikki’s Porsche in the driveway by her simpler Chevy. He wasn’t going to come through that door anytime soon. If he wasn’t back by now, he wasn’t coming back at all. And if he did, he would have some excuse. Band practice went over late. Traffic was awful. Tommy did something stupid and he had to help clean it up. She knew her brother was an idiot, but Nikki had used that line one too many times here recently. All the missed anniversaries, the missed birthdays, it was all too much to handle. The broken promises only made her heart break even more.

So, she made a decision.

She went to their room and started to pack. She would give him until she had her bag packed. If he wasn’t back by then, she was leaving. And, sure enough, he wasn’t back. Why would he be if he was out doing something more fun than being at home with her? She wrote a note, hoping he would come home before she got it finished, but he didn’t. She made her way back to the living room, looking for the perfect spot to put it. That’s when she saw his favorite bass on the stand. He didn’t like using it at concerts, because he didn’t want it to get broken. (Y/n) was sure he didn’t want to use it because she had gotten it for him back when they were still happy together. She wove the letter into the strings, hearing it groan with sadness as the paper rubbed over them.

She looked down at the engagement ring. With a sigh, she slid it off, hanging it on one of the tuning knobs. Grabbing her bag, she left the house. In her car, she dialed the first number she could think of, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Hello?” Vanessa answered on the other end.

“H-hey. I...I need someplace to crash for the night. And I need the girls to all come over.” (Y/n) whispered softly.

“(Y/n)? What happened are you ok?” Vanessa sat straighter on her couch hearing the distress in her friends voice.

“I...I just left Nikki…”

*****

Nikki woke up at his dealer's house, groggy and feeling empty. He had to get to (Y/n) and their date. He didn’t even bother to look at the time as he pushed himself up and hoped that he looked presentable, not realizing how bruised his arms looked or disheveled his hair was. As he walked outside, he squinted. It was sunny out. They could go enjoy a picnic or the beach.

Wait. It was sunny out.

He cursed himself out and ran to his car. He had fucked up. He had spent the night at a strangers house that he had no business being at, doing things that he wouldn’t even tell (Y/n) about. Driving off, he rushed home. He didn’t look to see if her Chevy was in the spot that she always parked in or anything like that. Instead, he just barrelled through the front door like a man on a mission.

“(Y/n)!” Nikki called. He looked around for her. “(Y/n) you home?”

Last night, she was home. He would know, well, actually, he wouldn’t. Because he didn’t come home last night like promised. The house was silent as Nikki made his around, looking for her. His chest began to constrict, he could feel himself hyperventilating. He didn’t see any sign of her. The drawers in their room were empty her things were gone from their closet. He made his way back to the living room, thinking maybe it was a sick joke or something. He looked to where his prized bass sat. It was his absolute favorite and he barely let anyone touch it. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to take it on tour where it could get stolen or broken. That’s when he noticed something off about it. There on the bass, was a note and an engagement ring. With shaky hands, he grabbed the note and began to read it.

He picked up on keywords. The most he got out of it was she would get her things while he was on tour, she loved him, and she wished it could’ve worked out differently. Once it all started to register in his mind, he could feel the anger growing in his chest. Not at her, never at her, but more at himself. He did this to her, he let his demons destroy him. Taking his bass that he had carried in with him from his late, drug infused night, he began smashing everything in sight. The TV was the first to go, followed by the pieces of glassware that the stupid interior designer just thought they had to have. Windows were shattered and would need to be replaced. The walls they had lovingly painted together now were full of holes. When the poor bass just couldn’t be a battering ram anymore, he took to throwing things. Picture frames, his awards, books, magazines, records. It all went flying. And when that didn’t satisfy him anymore, he hit the wall repeatedly, busting through the drywall. He saw one more frame and grabbed it, ready to heave it like the other, when he caught a glimpse of what it was. The picture at Disneyland at Sleeping Beauty's castle. They had been so happy, so in love in that picture. And he had destroyed it. He had destroyed her. In this case, it wasn’t beauty that killed the beast.

Falling to his knees in the middle of all the glass, he felt the tears falling from his eyes. He didn’t care if the glass was cutting him up or that his hands were throbbing from hitting the wall. He just sat there, numb to everything. He didn’t hear a car pull up on the sound of his front door being thrown open by someone. He honestly just wanted to be left to his misery.

“Nikki!” A voice called out from the front door. “You son of a bitch! Where are you?” It was Tommy. He had been with Heather last night when a call came through and all he got was “(Y/n) needs help” before she was gone, leaving him with more questions than answers.

Tommy froze looking at the scene. Broken glass and ceramic everywhere. A bass smashed to bits, the TV destroyed, pictures broken. He carefully walked around the glass and to the sobbing Nikki. He wasn’t sure what to say, he didn't want this to happen. Hell, he was probably the catalyst for some of it but he didn't want this.

“What happened?” Tommy asked. “Heather went off last night to Vanessa’s. She hasn’t been back yet. Did you do this while (Y/n) was here?” He knelt in front of Nikki.

“She’s gone,” was all Nikki said.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Tommy picked up the note and read it. He looked at Nikki, feeling a tug as his heart. “Nik…”

“I bet you’re happy now,” Nikki sneered. “You got your wish Tom. She left me… It’s over.” Nikki picked himself up. His skin was torn and bloody, and he just needed something to dull the pain at this point. He needed his fix. He needed the very thing that had drove her away. Walking to his entertainment center he pulled on a loose board and pulled out the bag of blow and grabbed a bottle of Jack. “Just leave.”

“I didn’t want it to end this way Nik…” Tommy whispered. “I didn’t want this to happen.”

Nikki snorted a line and took two big swigs of Jack, “Bull fucking shit!” he growled and glared at Tommy. “When she wasn't your sister, when you didn't know… she was the girl who literally stole my heart. The smart girl who wasn't a groupie just wanting to be fucked by a rock star so shut your face and fucking leave!”

“I’ll talk to her. I...I’m sorry man.” Tommy left then, leaving Nikki there alone. Tommy stood outside the front door and ran a hand down his face. What had he done?

NIkki did line after line but nothing worked. He couldn’t numb his pain. He walked past his room and lay in one of the guest rooms. He couldn’t go in and see the empty drawers couldn’t looks at the closet and seeing her things gone. He thought he would be strong and just go to sleep, but instead, he felt the tears falling faster than he could wipe them away.

He had only ever loved one woman in his life, truly loved, and she was gone.

****

The band had been on tour for three days when (Y/n) returned to the place Vanessa was sharing with her boyfriend. He had felt really bad about what had happened with his bandmate and giving (Y/n) the wrong drugs, and (Y/n) was cool, so he didn’t mind her staying. She saw Vanessa standing at the stove and took a deep breath.

“Nessa...I have some news.” (Y/n) told her as she came into the kitchen.

“Lay it on me girl,” Vanessa said as she placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of (Y/n).

“I quit Elektra.” She told her. “I took the job at MCA, since they’ve been after me since I started at Elektra.”

“YOU WHAT!” Vanessa looked at her, “does Tommy know?” she asked careful to not mention Nikki.

“No, I haven’t had a chance to tell him.” She told her friend. “He’s in Japan and I don’t exactly have an international phone plan. None of the guys know yet.”

"(Y/n)," Vanessa said softly. "Are you sure it's a good idea?" She looked to her friend. "You guys could just…" (Y/n) shook her head. She couldn’t go back now. She couldn’t stand knowing that he was just down the hall from her with a new girl while she was miserable without him.

“An artist from MCA already requested me. I know Metallica is upset but...Tom Petty asked me to produce him.” She looked at Vanessa for her reaction.

"You're going to represent Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers!" She squeaked. "Wow! How did Metallica take it?"

“Not good...they threatened to quit Elektra and follow me to MCA.” She laughed a little. “They’ll be fine though. Just hope they don’t try to beat up…” She trailed off. She was sure that Vanessa got the point.

"I wouldn't hold my breath," Vanessa muttered. "Vince says he's… he's gotten worse…" (Y/n) closed her eyes.

“Well, he did it to himself.” She sighed. “But god I miss him so much. I feel empty without him…”

"Maybe it was just supposed to be for a little while. I mean… who knows, maybe you guys need to work through your own demons before actually being together?" She said hopefully.

‘Yeah, maybe.” (Y/n) sighed. “Heather told me she has a friend that she wants me to meet when I feel like dating again.”

"Oh? Well that could be interesting," Vanessa smiled at her. "I have a date tonight with John."

“You two are cute together.” (Y/n) said. “I’m gonna go hang out with Heather or Athena tonight, so I’m not in the way of things…”

"(Y/n), you don't have to," Vanessa have her a soft smile. "John knows you need girl time. And it's not an exciting date...I just…"

“You know, I bet once Vince works through his demons, he’ll be back to you.” (Y/n) told her.

"I'm happy with John...I think." She whispered. "It's not that I don't love him...I do it's just… God how did I go from liking pop to rock?"

“Times change things.” (Y/n) told her with a smile. “Remember the person I was just a while ago. I miss her sometimes...”

"Me too," Vanessa said and hugged her. "But this girl has kickass hair and is a tough producer who gets results. So, who do you think Heather wants to hook you up with? Hot Hollywood star?"

“She hasn’t said. She told me just to take my time, but he’s really interested in meeting me.” She shrugged. “She said that she wants to make sure I have a kick ass date for her wedding to piss him off…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Vanessa shook her head. From what she heard from Vince, Nikki was spiraling hard.

****

On tour Nikki was numb, he wasn't even sure what day of the week it was. All he knew was to get high get his bass and play. She was in his dreams when he finally did sleep, and any woman he saw out there that looked like her, he wanted to sweep up into his arms. Japan was a blur, so was the second leg of the tour.

“Hey man.” Tommy said, taking a seat by him. Nikki had talked to Tommy, but looking at him hurt, because he had the same eyes as (Y/n). “How you doing?”

“Fine,” Nikki sat back after taking a hit. “I’m fine. What’s up?”

“Well, I know this is a little awkward to ask this now, but I was wondering if you’d be my best man.” Tommy said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Huh? Yeah sure, sounds good.” he said and grabbed a joint. Nothing he grabbed could take the pain away. He still felt it. It was months now and things didn’t get better.

“We’ll be going home for a month. Gonna see if you can win her back?” Tommy asked.

“Huh? No I’m fine.” Nikki just stared out the plane window. He wasn’t even sure what Tommy was saying. His mind just kept thinking of her, the way she smiled, and her laugh, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about things that really interested her. Looking around he grabbed the bottle of jack and chugged half of it. He just sat there letting his body go numb.

Soon, they were back in LA. They went to Elektra to go over the last leg of the tour, which was Europe. The whole time though, Nikki kept thinking about the girl up in the office he needed to talk to.feeling a bit sober, he pushed the button to the offices in the elevator and made his way up. He felt nervous. He hadn't seen her since the day of the photoshoot and he was sure she was pissed at him. Reaching the floor he stepped off and made his way to where her office was.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry, I…” Nikki froze as he came to where her office had been. Her name plate was gone off the door and all her stuff was gone. The office was in the process of being repainted, but Nikki had a feel that she wasn’t moved just for that. His heart was pounding in his chest as he went towards his manager's office. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

“Oh...she quit not long after you guys went on tour.” He told Nikki. “She got an offer working for MCA I think. Her bands are really upset. She was making them a lot of money. They threatened to go with her. And I gotta say, Metallica can be pretty scary...”

“She...she’s gone?” Nikki asked.

“‘Fraid so man. I’d hate to be the person that pissed her off enough to leave. She really liked it here. We really liked having her here.”

She was gone, he had missed her. She left because of him. The walls felt like they were closing in on him and his chest felt tight. He ran to the elevator and pressed the button, he needed to get numb again he hated these feelings needed to shut them off.

And heroin was great at that.

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lokismindtricks · 6 years

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Eternally Missed Ch. 1

Summary: Natasha is about to face Bucky after his treatment in Wakanda and is having a hard time leading up to their reunion.

Pairing: Bucky x Natasha

Wordcount: 1244

Warnings: Mild Black Panther spoilers, angst, PTSD, trauma

A/N: A random one shot inspired by a Tumblr ask box prompt and the right music. Buckynat is one of my favorite ships and I hope I do their characters justice. Inspired by some old Muse songs.

[READ IT ON AO3] [CHAPTER 2]

“Natalia?” a man’s voice sounded, almost like a whisper.

Her head snapped up in response, but she only found Madame B had stepped in front of her with an unforgiving look in her eyes. “Drifting off, Romanova? Again!” The slap from the thin stick in the woman’s hand that landed against her thigh burned furiously on her pale skin. The other girls in the room glanced over, but got back to dancing as soon as the middle aged lady turned back towards them to correct their mistakes.

The voice Natasha had heard grew louder as the song they were dancing to, ‘March Of The Toy Soldiers’, progressed. The voice seemed to come from inside her head rather than her surroundings, though. She couldn’t see any men in the room with her, and none of the girls, nor Madame B seemed to respond. Maybe she was breaking after all. Perhaps she was going insane. She wouldn’t be the first one to break this way, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Nat?”

Natasha turned to find Steve walk up to her through the hall, a small grin on his face. “Where were you off to? Something on your mind?” He didn’t see her distracted like that very often, drifted off into her own mind.

She quickly played it off and looked back out the window, taking in the view over the valley of the rich African nation of Wakanda. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since she had found a moment of quiet, awaiting results from Shuri’s lab, but it seemed to be late in the afternoon, both their shadows long against the richly decorated wall behind her.

“No, just enjoying the view. It’s quite impressive… How is he doing?” she asked, hoping the news they had received days earlier was as good as it sounded.

“I’m not sure how a sixteen year old can pull off this type of magic,” Rogers said, his face lighting up at the idea of getting his best friend back in the best way possible, “but she seems to have fixed him up. The programming is gone. His memories seem as complete as can be and... well apparently he’s still bad at math,” he laughed. “He’s in the outskirts of town and we can go visit if we like. Would you like to tag along?”

“Romanova!”

She gasped against her lover’s lips as they disconnected and jumped up at the sound of the metal door to their secret meeting place smashing open. A wave of about ten soldiers and behind them Madame B, along with both their training supervisors rushed inside. “I told you she would not be able to keep her hands to herself,” he lady sighed. “Split them up and take them away. They are not leaving this place,” the men were ordered.

But Natasha wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She wasn’t sure how they had found out about them or their plans to escape this place together. The widow had been sure to go over everything. Camera’s, bugs, whispers, anything…

Both of them pulled out their knives and stood prepared. They were not going to be taken apart like this. Not now, not ever. They were convinced that, despite their situations, they controlled their own destinies. They had planned to leave quietly, but neither of them would weep over spilled blood to free themselves from this hell.

Though the first two soldiers went down, reinforcements walked in as soon as they realized both their best students would win this fight. But strength came in numbers after all. Using tasers they worked the redheaded Widow to the ground first. As soon as she could no longer control her limbs, they took hold of her. She started screaming is desperation, and never stopped fighting the grip of the countless hands trying to hold her down. But tears weren’t going to save her lover.

She watched as her lover was forced to his knees, his metal arm mechanically deactivated and eventually presented to their masters along with herself, their faces rubbed against the cold concrete floor beneath them. It would be the last time she saw his face, Natasha feared.

“Take him away. It’s about time he becomes useful. Bring him to the chair.” a male voice commanded in German. Natasha screamed again and one of the men holding her down did his best to cover her mouth, which she struggled against best she could.

Madame B laughed at her agony, enjoying the torture that heartbreak brought along. “Hurts, doesn’t it Natalia? But it’s not real. This is why we train you not to get attached. But I promise you darling, you will never feel love again.”

“I don’t care if it’s real! I doesn’t change how it feels!” the young Widow cried out, her eyes glued to her lover’s as he was dragged away slowly.

“It doesn’t matter, darling. Soon you’ll be dead inside. As you should be. Take her away.”

“Natalia…?”

Steve had left the small hut composed out of clay and wood about an hour later to go talk to T’Challa and asked her to come along. She had kindly declined, presented to opportunity to face her worst fear, along with a spark of hope. She had battled through fear more times than she could recall, but hope… Hope was what had cost her everything last time.

His voice pulled her inside, her hands shaking. Last time she had laid eyes on him he had been angry and confused. Deeply brainwashed and struggling with both himself, reality and the consequences of his fate. But none of that remained.

Bucky’s eyes were calm, his face unshaven and a little dirty. His hair had grown out since the airport fight and it reached over his shoulders. The robes he was draped in were made of wool blends and she could imagine it was a lot softer and comfortable than the leather jacket she was wearing in this weather. He still missed his metal arm, but Shuri had ensured them it was progressing quickly.

“Natalia…” he repeated softly, unsure if she understood.

“James I-” she started, caught up by emotions quicker than she could hide them. A set of tears dripped down her face and onto the soil beneath her feet.

He shushed her and stepped closer, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her gently against his chest. Natasha wrapped her arms around him and hid her face from the world. She couldn’t describe how happy she was to hear his heartbeat again. To feel him hold her and comfort her the way she so desperately craved for the last sixty years. She was finally home.

“It’s alright,” he mumbled. “We’re okay now. We finally made it out,” he assured her.

“I’m so sorry. I never came back for you. I should have… All of this is my fault. I should have chosen differently. Decided against my own gut feeling...,” she admitted, not sure if she’d ever be able to get over the guilt she felt towards both him and Steve. So many things could have been avoided if she hadn’t been a coward. If she had just done her job it would never have come to this.

He gently lifted her face and smiled lovingly. “There was never a choice for us, Natalia. The only choice I care for is the one where we chose to love each other. And I still do.”

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wellhalesbells · 7 years

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help I just finished the raven cycle. now what??

i mean, firstly, mourn. i cannot stress the importance of this step enough. take the time to sob and rage and fall apart about the fact that you have finished this series that is just head and shoulders above nearly every other. because that did happen and it does blow. i suggest a lot of laying on the floor or under your bed, eating tacos, and being generally despondent. also if you feel the need to wear black for a year or keep your curtains drawn 24/7, well, that’s totally acceptable.

once that’s done, we’re ready to reenter the literary world! probably, and ish. to help ease the transition, i would suggest trying to pinpoint what you most loved from that series and then working from there. was it the fantasy elements, the characters, the lgbt-ness, the young adult-ness or just the straight-up pretty writing? here are a few things that might help fill the void (though do recognize that none will be perfect and, factually, your life is just emptier now):

FANTASY

[admittedly, i do not have a lot of fantasy on my shelves because i need long breaks between for that genre, but here are a few of my more recent reads]

the scorpio races - going from maggie to maggie is never a bad idea. i will concede that it took me way longer to get into this one than it did the raven cycle, but i did eventually get there and the characters were heaps more established (and rational) than what’s usually on offer in a YA read!

the grisha trilogy - okay, so i really got into this because it has such a well-drawn villain. meaning: he’s fucking gray, like all good villains should be. you can sympathize with him and i was surprised to find that i cared what happened to him, not just to our hero. the story and characters were also really great. and if you want to jump off this trilogy into the six of crows duology (LGBT+), my only advice would be: don’t let your expectations get too high. unfortunately, i went in expecting it to be the raven cycle’s equivalent and, for me, it did not have that same depth. good, for sure, but on trc’s level? not so much, in my opinion, and i wish i’d known not to expect that going in because i feel like i would’ve enjoyed it more if i had.

the dream-quest of vellitt boe - lovecraft with laaaaadies.

3-DIMENSIONAL CHARACTERS

mosquitoland - this book can be a little hard at times but, woooow, did i fall in love with mim. this had just the right amounts of humor and heart for me.

station eleven -considering this jumps timelines and characters, it’s monumentally impressive that you can feel such a connection to and investment in everyone’s stories.

LGBT+

simon vs the homo sapiens agenda - this is cuuuuuuute and i just love everyone and want the absolute best for them because they so deserve it and it shook out just how i wanted it to.

a place called winter - this is another one that’s hard, but worth it, i think. it’s a sweeping story, spanning decades and continents and hammering in the historical hardships that came from being any letter on the lgbt+ spectrum during the pioneer era.

the watchmaker of filigree street - historical fiction, in general, is pretty much a turn-off for me because it’s dense and overly drawn a lot of the time (i get it, it’s the 1800s, can we shut up about the details every three seconds please, UGH). but if there were ever a book that was going to turn me completely around on that, it would be this one because WOW, YES.

flying lessons and other stories - a slew of sexually and racially diverse stories from some truly brilliant authors!

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe - ohhhhh it’s pretty. and soft. and full of love and fear and understanding. it hurts my heart with how tender it is. [weeps]

idyll threats - you know how there are five million ‘cop/sheriff/detective in a small town’ mystery series that just go on and on forever and never end? WELL NOW WE HAVE ONE FOR THE LBGT COMMUNITY. the second book just came out last month and i want everyone to support these if you can; i want there to be so many i can’t count the number on my fingers and toes anymore, i want thomas lynch to be a friggin’ household name, i want a terrible movie franchise and an awkwardly posed poster on my wall, okay? I WANT THIS TO BE A THING PLEASE.

YOUNG ADULT

the illuminae files - these books are dope. they’re engaging not only story-wise but also visually, the text forms images, the fire fights are chaotic smashings of words, the space walks are delicate tight-ropes of sentences and then, on top of that, the characters and the twists and turns of the story? oh my BUH-GOD. this series is breath-takingly good and so freaking smart, okay? it just is. IT IS.

i’ll meet you there - i liked every single detail of this book and they’re all… still there. i read this quite a bit ago and i remember so much of it. i don’t remember what i had for lunch an hour ago but i remember this book. so. that’s pretty cool.

the merciless - all right, all right, all right, i have to qualify this. because i was not a fan of the ending. maybe you will be, i don’t know, i - personally - was not. BUT everything leading up to that ending? yeah huh! it was some good-ass suspense. as of right now, i’ve only read the first book of this series but… i think i am going to keep going with it. it’s hard to get me to squirm but this book managed it and i think i have to chase that, right?

WRITING

the secret history (LGBT+ minor character) - i said i would never recommend this book to people (it is long. and dense. and depressing) but, lookit, that turned out to be a fucking lie. it feels historical even though it’s contemporary and it is such a complete story? i mean, i know this story, i know these characters, i was thrust into those pages. and i loved it. if you need your characters to be likable though? NOT the book for you, haha.

autopsy (LGBT+) - i read a fair amount of poetry these days. i like very little poetry. this? this i liked a crap-ton. donte collins is a friggin’ wordsmith, man.

the princess saves herself in this one - another poetry book i enjoyed! i really love watching skilled people play with language, what can i say?

we were liars - okay, so, this is another odd one for me to recommend because… i did not like it. like, at all. i mean, i did like it a lot, and then the ending came and obliterated any positive thoughts i’d had about it (because i feel like it breaks the contract with the reader and that makes things just… not cool imo, but whatever). HOWEVER i did find the writing really, really lovely. it has a gorgeous, soothing flow to it. and, again, some people may really like the ending and, in that case, this would be a super great book for you because the writing is really simple but nice, y’know?

american housewife - an awesome book of awesome short stories written very awesomely!

i’ll give you the sun (LGBT+) - the writing in this makes me want to fall to my knees with how good it is. i just can’t. i could go on and on for days. it feels like it’s something that should’ve taken centuries to craft because it is so lovingly put together and it just–it makes you feel all the feels, okay.

everything i never told you (LGBT+ minor characters) - i like this book so much more in retrospect. but it does the adult fiction thing that every fucking adult fiction book does and that made me so mad at the time. but, beyond that, it’s a unique and well-told story!

things we lost in the fire - my favorite horror book i’ve read in a good long while. mariana enriquez is a master at building up a creepy atmosphere. it’s not gore and guts as much as it is a mounting sense of doom that’s entirely constructed through words and imagery that are so damn well-crafted. really hoping for more english translations of her work because she is just so skilled a writer.

middlesex (LGBT+) - this took me a while to read because it is the very full history of three different generations of stephanides between those covers but, wow, is it well-written. it’s moving and deep and winding and detailed and fucking worthwhile.

#.1 < .5k #the raven cycle #the grishaverse #six of crows #the secret history #middlesex #things we lost in the fire #everything i never told you #i'll give you the sun #the merciless #we were liars #the princess saves herself in this one #i'll meet you there #the illuminae files #simon vs the homo sapiens agenda #the watchmaker of filigree street #aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe #the scorpio races #station eleven #mosquitoland #flying lessons and other stories #idyll threats #a place called winter #i want you to know that it actually did not take me *this* long to answer #i already wrote this out *once* and tumblr. fucking. ate. it.#i was sooooo pissed that i put this off again #sorry for my utter lameness #but i think we can all agree... it's really tumblr's fault #hope this helps though nonster (belated though it is)!#!ask

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Sorry if this sounds too confusing..but could you maybe make up a scenario of bendy chasing down a female s/o. While he’s searching her down he would tell her all the things he’ll do to her? Preferably nsfw? (Sorry if it sounds confusing ;v;)

this,,,, isnt that nsfw i got carried away wh o o ps

“LEAVE ME ALONE BENDY.”

Bendy growled, balled up fist punching a wall making a large hole in it and she whimpered, holding her head between her arms and desperately covering her mouth and nose to not make any sounds. “I’m sick of playing these fucking games, baby. Come out and I’ll make this easy on ya. I’ll even cuddle ya some, like we used to before I became this ‘monster’ as you so politely put it.”

You hated this damn place. A run down studio that you would visit for the sole purpose of giving your favorite cartoon character company. Over the months you had slowly been coming around less and less and it seemed to not sit well with him. You were hiding from Bendy, knowing how destructive he could be when he’s morphed into his more monstrous form. His eyes covered, horns more pointed to a dangerous sharp tip, the familiar grin turned into a frown and his broad body very intimidating.

Each time he would ask you to stay a little longer until you had nearly spent an entire day with him. You always wrote it off as him being lonely building with Boris and Alice off somewhere along with the other crew but this? This was something you never expected.

He was a demon and he made sure to remind you of that.

“I just want to leave Bendy. I can’t waste my life away here!” You yelled, crouched down as you moved to another part of the room to avoid him.

There was a very loud over the top groan from him. “Are you serious right now? What about that one night we spent together?” He reminded, his voice slowly becoming more demented. “When you were so very eager to have me fill you up. I don’t think I heard you asking to leave then.”

You scowled, nose scrunched up as you thought back to that fateful night. That might have been when everything changed between the two of you. Bendy had been much more touchy and affectionate afterwards and even during, calling you his with each harsh thrust and lovingly cupping your cheek. The first red flag should have been him holding you tight against his chest and never letting you go.

The sound of ink squishing against wood came closer and you rushed to another part of the room, holding your breath when you saw his shadow still against the wall. “I know you liked it. Satan below I can still feel that hot cunt wrapped around me. You were so fucking beautiful moaning for me to fuck ya harder and faster, practically begging for my cock.”

He seemed to have moved further into the room as you heard boxes and objects being pushed around. “It was a moment of weakness Bendy, it didn’t mean anything!”

Silence.

“Didn’t mean anything?”

Oh fuck.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THAT IT DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING?”

Fuck.

Suddenly a box smashed against the wall near you and turning your head you saw the ink on his body dripping much faster and coating the floor. Shit shit shit you had to leave right now.

“You said that you loved me,” Another box flew through the air. “You said that you weren’t leaving me,” A loud banging sound. Oh God he was coming closer. “Was that all a lie? Do you not care about me?? How could to fucking do this to me!”

In a split second decision you bolted out the room with an ax in hand you had found lying around. Bendy let out a loud laugh once he finally saw you run and chased right after you.

“Can’t go too far away from me baby! Ain’t a lot of places to run to and I think..” Looking behind yourself you didn’t see him behind you anymore and slowed down a bit. There was a moving black puddle below your feet and you could feel the cold coming from behind you. Your heart stopped. “I already have you right where I want you.”

Suddenly you were pinned onto the nearest wall feet above the floor and your wide eyes stared at him. “Bendy please-”

“Ah ah, too late for apologies. You had your chance.” Bendy threw you over his back, ink tendrils keeping you in place on his shoulder and walked down the hall. “Don’t worry doll face, we’re just going to spend some bonding time together. I may be a demon but I ain’t gonna do anything too bad to you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Then what do you mean by bonding.”

“Just gonna have a nice friend chat like we used to. Only this time, you’re not leaving me.”

#uuuhhh not really female s/o either #female bodied s/o #bendy and the ink machine #bendy the dancing demon #bendy/reader #mod danni

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”STALKER” (Jonathan Crane x Reader)

Hello, my little wings!!

I hope you enjoy this oneshot! I love writting for villains of dc comics! if you got any prompt for any villain let me know!

Request: Do you write for Jonathan Crane? If so, can you write one where he stalks the reader because he loves her and then she finds out and you decide what happens from there? If that makes sense

Requested by Anon!

WARNING!!!! THIS CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!!! A STALKER CHARACTER, VIOLENCE, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SCROLL DOWN.

Tagging: @hamsterforlive and @plethora-of-things

If you want to be tagged, message me any time!

Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 ( here1) Part2 Jay’s ending Jon’s ending [Sequel!]

You were an exchange student from (y/c) and had come to Gotham for researching Arkham for your thesis in psychiatry. Your parents refused, saying it was too dangerous but you liked the thrill and you were really curious of meeting the infamous Arkham inmates.

You fixed your skirt before entering the shady asylum. In the entrance, a brunette woman waited for you.

“Hello, (y/n) (l/n), right?” She asked

“Yes, a pleasure.” You said

“My name is doctor Mel. I’ll be your tutor thought this and I’ll assist you in every interview. If you have any question you can ask me. As for the rules, we are very strict with the rules. There will be some inmates you won’t be able to talk with more than a few minutes, for your safety. I suggest you to don’t fraternize with the inmates. Everything clear?”

“Yes, doctor.” You nodded and clutched your bag harder. The doctor’s eyes softened, she put a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t you worry, miss (l/n). Nothing bad will happen to you.” You let a shaky breath as she guided you to your first interview. As you passed the hall where the cells where you clutched your bag closer.

“HEY DOLL, COME CLOSER! I WANNA SEE YOUR PRETTY FACE!”

“IM SURE HER FACE LOOKS BETTER IF SHES CRYING!!”

“HAHAHAAHA”

“HEY, LADY! COME ‘ERE AND LET ME OUT! I’LL BE NICE I PROMISE!!”

You keep your eyes on the door in the end of the hall, doctor Mel gided you to the room.

Once you where there, Doctor stopped.

“Your first interview will be Crane, Jonathan. As he was interested in meeting you. I forewarn you, Crane doesn’t look dangerous but he is. Don’t take anything from him, and if he starts getting inside your head, press the button in your visitor wristband.”

You nodded and entered the room, a guard opened the door and waited until you were comfortable, once you nodded at him he leaved. You waited for a few moments until another guard brought the scarecrow.

“Be careful” gruffed the guard “I’ll be outside, scream and I’ll come in” You smiled and nodded in appreciation.

“Well, well,well…What brings a student here? Oh, dear…why won’t you look at me?”

“Am I talking to Doctor Crane or to The Scarecrow?”

He, for a moment looked taken aback, he quickly recomposed himself and smirked.

“Does it matter?” he sassed

“As a matter of fact, it does. Doctor Crane I’ve toughly studied your research in the concept of “fear” and I find it really interesting, I even dare to say it revolutionary. I, myself find it appealing. Have been victim of a severe Anxiety that causer Paranoid thoughts, your study discovered a new concept of the illness to me. Sadly the way you choose dirtied your brilliant future-“ Crane hand hit the table and his teeth where clenching.

“THAT’S THE PAST! THERE IS NO CRANE NOW, ONLY SCARECROW!” He yelled.

You took notes of everything before nodding.

“Very well, mr Scarecrow. Would you be so kind as of answering some questions?”

His face calmed. “Okay”

“Great, now.” As the interview went on Crane found himself enchanted by you. You beauty made him weak in the knees, your intelligence made him swoon. Never had he found himself so at ease, so understood. Even the scarecrow gave him a break!

He smiled as a bit of blush covered his pale cheeks.

“Well, we are done Mr. Crane. I’m very thankful in your willingness to cooperate in my research, I’ll be sure to credit you in it.”

“I hope I can read it soon” He tried to smile charmingly.

You brushed his hair out of his eyes.

“I hope so, Mr. Cane. Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, I’ll call the guard so he can escort you to your cell.”

His hand quickly grabbed yours, scaring you.

“W-Will we-I mean I see you again?” his eyes looked mad.

“um, I seriously doubt it, Mr Crane. As I will be attending other inmates until I leave to (y/c) in approximately three weeks.” His eyes widened in horror and his hands tightened around yours.

“W-What? Already? I have more data you could use! I’m sure you could maybe, come to see me again” His smile twisted. You released your poor hand from his tight hold.

“Sorry Mr. Crane. I’m allowed to see each inmate only once-“

“But I can show you the world!” He tried to get up but his bonds didn’t let him. You came closer to the wall as he started to become violent. The two guards came in and reduced him, cuffing him and dragging him back.

“NO! YOU CAN’T GO! YOU UNDERSTAND ME! NO ONE DOES BUT YOU! NO MISS (Y/n)! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!” Crane shouted as he unwillingly was being “escorted” back to his cell.

You let yourself fall to the ground, speechless as Doctor Mel approached you.

“Are you ok, miss (y/n)?” She worried.

“I-I am. Let go with the next one-“ You breathed.

“You sure?”

“I am.” With adrenaline pumping into your veins you attended the next patient.

////*\\\\\

Crane approached the table where the Joker was. He often never teamed up with him, nor asked for favors…but he needed out of here.

“Well,well,well…what’s brings you here Johnny boy?” The joker laughed.

“I heard you had a plan of escaping Arkham.” Crane said, unfazed.

“My, my you want to join us? Wow Craney boy! It’s that student, isn’t it? My my, cute little thing! Those pouty lip! Make a man go mad-“Crane’s fist punched the table hard, making everyone silent. That silence was broken by the joker’s cackle.

“Shut up.” He snarled. And the Joker’s smile widened.

“We leave at midnight!” The joker smirked.

////*\\\\

You had lied, you had at least two months of classes at Gotham University.

Bad, bad (y/n)…

As you were archiving the new data you got today you felt someone watching you. You looked around, but you found nothing.

You shrugged and continued writing on your computer.

Outside your windows, Scarecrow was pushed against the wall outside your house.

You almost caught him.

He had been stalking you for about 2 weeks.

And he found himself falling more and more in love with you.

“She’s so beautiful…” Jonathan sighed.

“She is. And her mind! Oh!” Scarecrow said.

“yes” Jonathan followed your silhouette to the bathroom. You had prepared yourself a relaxing bath after dealing with Killer Croc.

You sighed as your clothes fell from your body. Jonathan bit his lip as his hold on your window tightened.

The scarecrow sighed in his mind at the same time you sat, the warm, steamy water moving around you.

“In a few days, it will be us there with her!” Scarecrow whispered to Crane.

“yes” Jonathan sighed.

“ She’s ours! As we are hers!” Scarecrow yelled.

“No one will separate us…” Jonathan bit his lip harder as his hand traveled down his pants.

////***\\\\

You were dress in a comfortable pants and sweatshirt as you gazed down Gotham highest building. The harsh air of Gotham dried your lips, as you applied your lip balm, a tall shadow loomed over you.

“Good night Batman.” You said.

“Good night, miss (y/n). You said you wanted to meet me?” Batman gruffled.

“Yes actually” Turns and looks at him “ I have some questions for you”

“Hn” Batman said, and you had the feeling this wasn’t going to be productive.

At the same time, an angry jealous Scarecrow glared at the bat.

“see, Jonny boy? We have to destroy the bat! He’s trying to steal her from us!” Scarecrow feed Crane’s madness.

“Yes” Crane glared at the hand you laid on the Bat’s shoulder. “She will be ours.”

“By any means necessary” Jonathan smirked.

///***\\\

You were walking downtown Gotham when you were pulled against a wall when soft lips ravaged yours. You tried to push them away but they hold your hand above you head.

“Miss (y/n)….” Scarecrow moaned in your ear, but the distortion of the fear gas made you unable to identify him. “You look sooo beautiful…that terrified face…” Your scream was silenced by crane’s lips that were smashed against yours, his long fingers grabbed your hair as his tongue fought yours. His other hand that grabbed your face softly was being soaked by your tears.

“SHHHHHH, my love….shhh….it okay, it’s okay! Your soulmate is here…shhhhhh” Jonathan hugged you, kissing your sweaty cheeks and forehead comfortably. You whimpered, as the effects of the drug passed you passed out, Crane grabbed you and carried you to your room.

Crane set you on your comfortable bed, and covered your body. He get up to grab a wet towel to wipe your sweat, he sat next to you and wiped it lovingly.

“She’s so beautiful…”

“And her screams were like sweet honey”

“Her lips were soft like clouds…”

“Her skin was so warm and delicious...”

“sighs”

You turned around, facing him. He laid next to you, hugged you and kissed your eyelids.

“I love you”

///*\\\

You waked up, startled.

Huff, it was a nightmare…

You get up and saw warm (f/b) in your table, a (f/f) sat inside a vase. A note was beside it than said:

Good Morning my love

Last night you passed out in my arms so I carried you back home. Here you have your favorite breakfast, exclusively for you.

Love

Your soulmate,

-JC

You let the note fall to the ground, you covered your mouth and fell to the ground.

Someone entered in your apartment.

Someone was watching you.

…

You started breathing heavily.

Oh god

Oh f*ck

Oh-

An overwhelming pain invaded your chest as your door opened.

“(y/n)!” Yelled Jason Todd, your boyfriend. He ran to you and cached you, hugging you and rocking you, calming you down. “Shhhhh, I’m here…I’m here…” You hugged him, crying on his neck.

“Shhhh, I’m not letting them hurt you…”

As Jason calmed you, Jonathan looked at you two. Jealousy blinded him.

“If you aren’t mine, nobody will have you” Crane said.

///*\\\

It was time to go back to (c/n) and Jason and the outlaws decided to go with you. Well Jason came with you, Roy and Kory came once in a while.

You calmly wrote your thesis as Jason read a book on your couch.

“Babe, im boooooooooooored!” Jason said. “Come and hug me?”

“Almost done….” You typed the last words and saved it. “Done!” You laid above Jason as he kissed your lips softly, his hands burying themselves in your hair.

“mmmmh” Said Jason as his phone went off like crazy. He keep kissing you until you stopped him.

“It seems urgent, you should get it” You smiled and Jason huffed. He answered the phone.

“Dick…what?....seriously?!....shit….ill go….fine…see you” Jason sighed.

“What’s wrong, jay?” You asked worried.

“I have to go back to go home.” He sighed.

“What happened?”

“All Arkham escaped…the league is stretched tight. I have to go” He kissed you.” Okay?”

“Okay” You kissed back. “Be careful…” You kissed him softly.

“I love you” He said.

“I love you too.”

///*\\\

Its been month since Jason returned to Gotham, and you had enough.

You bought a ticket to Gotham but weren’t expecting to find it under Scarecrows control.

“What…What happened?”

“The scarecrow got the control of the city. Batman disappeared. You have to go back girl. This ain’t safe!” A man said as he ran away from something. You looked behind the commotion to see Bane.

“Oh god-“You started running away but Bane cached you.

“The scarecrow will be happy” He knocked you out and carried you away.

///*\\\

“Scarecrow, I got a present for you” Bane said as he entered the dispatch.

“hmm?” Crane looked at Bane, unsure. “What is-“ Scarecrow stopped mid-sense when he saw you knocked out body.

“This girl…is the one you wanted” Bane said.

“Let her down” Crane approached your body tentatively. “Go” Bane obeyed, leaving Crane and you alone. He immediately ran to you, holding you close.

“Look, my love! I builded our own empire! So we can rule it together! Are you proud!!?? “ He carried you to his bed and laid next to you. “ I read your thesis, it was brilliant my love! How you explained your experience….ahhh just-just orgasmic!” He moaned as he kissed your neck. “I missed you, so much! I took care of that dirt you called boyfriend! You wont see him again!” He kissed your lips and you slowly waked up.

“H-huh? J-JAY?” When your eyes were completely open you looked at the crazy eyes of the Scarecrow and screamed. He covered your mouth with his lips.

“Shhhhh, my love…..” He kissed you again. “Please, don’t scream… I made this all for us! For us and our unborn child!” His grin widened in one you could only describe as crazy.

“Please let me go!, please! I didn’t do anything!!!” You panicked.

“Shhhh, my darling. I won’t hurt you! I love you! We will be together forever!”

“Jas-“

“Your petty boyfriend won’t come” He smirked.” Now…”

He started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Im going to show you, how much I love you…”

He kissed and bited your neck as your terrified tears fell

“Shhhhhh, we will be together forever…”

Bonus.

“No shit, bats! The crazy got my girlfriend! I won’t let him hurt her!”

“Jason don’t be rash” Batman said. “We can’t interfere just now!”

“I WON’T STAND HERE WHILE THAT BASTARD IS HURTING HER!”

“JASON, NO! YOU WILL BLOW OUR COVER!”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE!!! IM GOING TO RESCUE HER!”

To be continued???

(you want a part 2?)

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leomelettedufromage-blog · 7 years

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Error pt. 2 (yoongi x reader, sort of)

cred. for gif: agu5td

Description: “Do you know who you are?” you nervously ask, hoping that the vocal program functions. The robot stares at you, cocking his head to the side. “I am not programmed with a name,” he replies. “However, I am under the property of Y/n. Programmed to assassinate.”

Word count: 4.3k

Warning: major character death, mild violence

As the days progress, Seokjin, the robots, and you learn to work in an efficient harmony. Even Tae occasionally visits to help and hang around, adding a light and refreshing mood when things become too serious and stressful. The atmosphere becomes especially serious and stressful when Namjoon sends his robot, Jungkook, to check up on your progress. The robot is always pure business, no nonsense. He expects improvement and results as soon as he arrives, much like his owner. However, Tae never seems to sense the frigid mood the robot brings with him, or if he does, he is always ready to counter it with his warmth.

“How are the robots coming along? I expect the recent issue with the hand to hand combat has been worked out and fixed?” Jungkook looks at you with expectant, icy eyes.

You begin to stutter out a response when Tae rushes to the robot. “Jungkookie! Where have you been? It’s been so long since I last saw you.” He pouts and gives the robot a slight shove, causing you to widen your eyes in fear at how the robot will respond.

The robot, however, has grown accustomed to Taehyung’s usual push and shove personality. “I’ve had some business to attend to,” he replies with an indifferent tone. “Please let go of my arm.” He moves his arm in an attempt to shake off Tae, but the drug dealer remains resistant.

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Jungkookie,” Tae coos, bringing his hands up to the robot’s cheeks, squishing Jungkook’s face. You stifle a laugh at the sight of Jungkook’s face, lips open and puckered while his eyes shoot daggers at Tae. “Look at your itty bitty bunny teeth!”

Yoongi watches curiously at the interaction, surprised and curious as to why the robot has waited so long without even trying to kill Tae. Jungkook could’ve killed Tae in seconds yet here they are both alive and bickering.

“Kookie~, you are my favorite robot, did you know that?” Taehyung ruffles the robot’s hair lovingly.

“Kookie?” The robot shakes himself out of Taehyung’s grip with an outraged and disgusted expression. You marvel at how well he has been able to mimic his master’s facial expressions. “If my master saw me now.. Don’t interrupt my work.”

Jungkook is about to ask for a report once more but suddenly pauses, stiffening for a moment. He brings his hand to his ear, pressing on an earpiece to listen. “It’s Namjoon; we have a mission.”

Your heart rate skyrockets, quickly turning to Yoongi in panic. He notices your anxiety, flashing you a soft smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Seokjin pats Hoseok on the back. “Not that you need any reassurance, but I’m sure we’ll succeed this time too. Let’s go.”

Jungkook leads the five of you out of the laboratory, past the maze of hallways to Namjoon’s office. You watch in awe as Jungkook strides to the full bookcase in the back, pushing it aside as if it were a piece of paper, revealing an empty corridor. He motions you to come in, but stops Yoongi and Hoseok

“We need you two to carry out this mission. Use these,” Jungkook pulls out two earpieces. “You’ll follow your creators’ orders with this. Go to this location.” Jungkook pulls out a map from Namjoon’s desk, a red circle drawn on it to indicate the point they must travel to

“Wait! Where are they going?” you cry, reaching out to Yoongi.

Seokjin stops you, pulling you back. “Don’t worry. Hoseok has done this multiple times,” he reassures. “We’ll monitor their actions in here.”

You squirm unsuccessfully, being pulled backwards into the corridor. “Yoongi! Be careful, alright?” The last thing you see is his smile and thumbs up before Jungkook pulls the bookcase closed.

“You’re not going with them, Jungkook?” Tae asks.

“No. I’m Namjoon’s personal robot. I’m supposed to stay situated at the base.” Jungkook deadpans. You follow him down the corridor to a small room, a soft glow coming from underneath the door. You jump as it suddenly swings open.

“Ah,” Namjoon greets. “You guys are here.” He motions the four of you into the room. It’s roughly the size of Namjoon’s office, but the atmosphere of the room remains more tense, causing chills to creep up your spine. The only light source comes from three large screens lining the wall.

“This screen,” Seokjin motions to the one on the right, “...shows you Yoongi and Hoseok’s points of view. As he said, you see the screen is split in two. It’s as if you are in the robots’ position, watching Hoseok appear in the corner of the screen displaying Yoongi’s view. Under the screens rests an ebony desk, taking up the entire wall. Namjoon motions you to take a seat, handing you a headset with a microphone attached to it.

“You can hear and command your robots with this.”

Your hands eagerly grab the headset, cramming it onto your head. “Yoongi, can you hear me?”

“I can.” You sigh in relief at the sound of his voice.

“What’s this sudden mission?” you demand, all previous fear of Namjoon erased by the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“We’ve pinpointed the location of Park Jimin.” Namjoon states. Tae becomes rigid beside you, face draining of color. Seokjin’s breath hitches, lips drawing into a thin line.

“Who’s he?” You frown, perplexed at the others’ tense reactions.

“Jimin used to be a part of BTS,” Namjoon states through gritted teeth. “He used to be a drug dealer with Taehyung-” Tae’s head drops down at the mention of his name. “He left, because he couldn’t handle the stuff we were doing. He got too soft along the way and sent us some sort of letter saying he couldn’t ‘do this anymore’ and he was ‘tired of it all.’ The day he ran away was the day we discovered our whole drug supply gone. We had to go out and scavenge for more, losing profits and everything.” Namjoon sighs, rubbing his temple. “That brat escaped with all knowledge about our gang and took all our profits. We found him in some hideout leading another gang of his own. They’re playing some sort of ‘Robin Hood’ game, taking crap from gangs and stashing it away for others to use.”

“All… all Jimin wanted to do was help others,” Tae’s uncharacteristically timid voice cuts through the room. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt us--”

The sound of Namjoon’s fist meeting the table interrupts Tae’s sentence. “If he wanted to play the hero, he shouldn’t have gotten involved with gangs in the first place!” He growls. “He got away with all our info; he knows all our strengths and weaknesses, knows every nook and cranny of the damn headquarters and we can’t have him spreading that around. We’re going to have to kill him and that stupid little group he built for himself. That’s why your robots,” he gestures to the screen, displaying Yoongi and Hoseok riding in a car, “...are on their way to wipe him out.”

Taehyung’s breath hitches in his throat. He almost crumbles into himself at the thought of his best friend being so close to death. “Jiminnie...” You go to put an arm on his shoulder, as both his shoulders move up and down softly.

Jungkook clears his throat. “Jimin’s been found in an abandoned hotel building at the edge of town. Hoseok and Yoongi are to find him and assassinate him on the spot, as well as anyone who gets in their way.” He shifts his eyes, looking at Taehyung’s sullen expression to the screen. “It looks like they’ve arrived.”

You step away from Tae and bring the microphone closer to your mouth. “Yoongi, did you get that?”

“Loud and clear.” He replies. “Jungkook gave us a photo of Jimin to identify him. We’ll get out of here in no time.”

Namjoon leans into his microphone. “Don’t take Jimin too lightly. Go into the building with caution; take out the guards manning the post first.” You hold your breath as the screen in front of you displays a blur of movements, grunts emitting from the speakers of your headset. After a series of thumping noises and cracking of bones, you see Yoongi’s grinning face emerge in Hoseok’s line of vision.

“Done.”

“Good. Now proceed into the building and find Jimin,” Namjoon commands. “Do not let anyone who sees you live.”

“Let’s split up,” Hoseok says. “We’ll cover more ground and meet up again when we find Jimin.” Yoongi nods in agreement before taking off in a different direction than Hoseok.

Yoongi runs up the stairs, finding himself in a maze of halls. “Here goes,” he grunts, kicking open the door to the first room. He scans it, looking under the made beds and in the small closet. “Huh. Must be empty--” He’s cut off with a heavy object smashing into the back of his head.

“Who the hell are you?” A gruff voice yells behind him. Yoongi spins around, coming face to face with a burly man twice his size

“Was that some sort of lamp?” Yoongi questions, looking down at the shattered glass lying at his feet.

“I asked you a question!” The man pulls out a gun, shooting straight into Yoongi’s abdomen. The impact of the bullet causes Yoongi to flinch, but then realization dawns on him. Yoongi mentally thanks you for investing in bulletproof metal, brushing off pieces of glass in his hair. The man’s eyes widen, aiming his gun at Yoongi’s head.

“Yoongi,” the sound of your voice appearing next to his ear stops him from moving. “Stop messing around.”

Yoongi’s sudden laugh causes the man to cautiously step back. “I just wanted to have a little fun.” You respond with a sigh, watching the man’s body crumple to the floor on the screen and Yoongi moving onto the next room.

Unlike Yoongi, Hoseok wastes no time going through all the rooms, mindlessly gunning down everyone he comes into contact with. Hoseok flies through the basement, already having covered three floors when Yoongi finishes his second.

“Go quickly, you two. We want to find Jimin before he escapes--” Namjoon pauses when a man enters the screen displaying Hoseok’s line of vision. The man stands at around Yoongi’s height, his pink dyed hair is pushed out of his eyes. You hear Taehyung shift beside you, jumping to get closer to the screen.

“It’s Jimin,” he breathes.

“I’m assuming Namjoon sent you,” the man sighs, slowly approaching Hoseok. He pulls out a knife from his pocket, ready to protect himself. He eyes Hoseok carefully, examining him and keeping his distance, before his expression shifts.

“You’re not a human, are you?” Curiosity colors his voice. Hoseok remains silent, unsure whether to accept or distract his target. “I’m impressed, you look so life-like. Namjoon must be pretty well off to have this technology.” He sounds impressed, however, his voice is tinted with something else. Sorrow? Affection? Does he miss Namjoon? His eyes leave the robot’s for a second and Hoseok takes the opportunity to prepare to attack.

“Hoseok, shoot him!” Seokjin orders just as the robot is about to do the same, as if reading his creator’s mind. Hoseok aims the gun and shoots but the robot’s aim is no match for Jimin’s agility. The bullet ricochets off the wall as Jimin crouches and tumbles out of harm’s way. While on the ground, Jimin kicks out Hoseok’s feet from under him and the robot crashes to the ground, losing his gun in the process.

Seokjin yelps as he watches his robot tumble to the ground. Meanwhile, Namjoon’s eyes never leave Jimin’s flexible figure. Namjoon’s eyes are also tinted with an underlying emotion. Anger? Disbelief? Jealousy?

Back on the screen, Jimin kicks Hoseok’s weapon away from him. With his opponent on the floor and unarmed, Jimin swiftly flips his body into a standing position. However, he doesn’t notice that Hoseok has uncovered a smaller gun from his weapons belt. The robot shoots Jimin as the pink-haired man is turning away from him. As the bullet grazes Jimin’s arm, he yelps in pain.

“Jiminnie!” Taehyung lunges but Jungkook holds him back, his reactions lightning sharp. “Is he okay?” Taheyung turns to Namjoon but Jungkook’s grip remains steady on his shoulder. Not able to move, Tae sobs hopelessly into Jungkook’s shoulder. “Don’t harm Jiminnie!” The robot looks uncomfortable but stands still while supporting Tae’s weight.

Meanwhile, Jimin has picked up Hoseok’s gun and holds it with his uninjured arm. The screen then displays Jimin’s arm coming up to knock the side of Hoseok’s head with the gun, causing the earpiece to fall out. A gunshot rings from the speaker before Hoseok’s side of the screen turns into static.

“Did he… did he die?” Taehyung gulps.

“No,” Seokjin says, his voice slightly wavering. “I’m pretty sure he just hit something in Hoseok’s system that just messed with his connection to this monitor. I’m pretty sure Hoseok is still up and running.”

“Yoongi! Hoseok needs back up right away! On the top floor!” you command into the mic.

“I’m a little tied up right now,” Yoongi grunts, snapping the neck of one of Jimin’s workers. “They all suddenly found and targeted me.” He kicks a person into another, allowing them both to fall before shooting them both. More groups of people approach him, all firing their guns. One man staggers back, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

“Is he wearing some type of bullet proof clothing or something?”

“Nope,” Yoongi grins at the confused expressions painting the faces of Jimin’s workers. “Just really tough skin.” The screen morphs into a blur of motions again, and soon you see blood splattered and dripping on the walls. Yoongi nods in approval before dashing up the stairs to meet Hoseok.

Now that Hoseok is without the commands of Seokjin, he is on his own. Where is Yoongi? After Jimin disabled Hoseok’s earpiece and vision, he sprinted off into the darkness. Not only was Hoseok not able to display what he was seeing to Namjoon and the others, but his night vision was also disabled and his sight was blurry. Where is Yoongi?

Almost as if reading his thoughts, a figure appears in the same room as Hoseok. Hoseok hears him long before he is actually in the room and prepares to attack the intruder.

“Hoseok?” the intruder whispers, identifying himself as Yoongi. As soon as Hoseok is able to locate where his partner is standing, he runs at him and delivers a blow to Yoongi’s head. Caught completely off guard, Yoongi has no time to react. His earpiece falls to the ground, shattered, and as he raises his head to meet the eyes of his attacker, Hoseok notices that he has also successfully cracked Yoongi’s silver eyes. No one will be able to hear or see them now.

Yoongi looks at his partner, a confused and betrayed look in his eyes. “Hoseok? What the hell was that for?”

“Yoongi, listen to me,” Hoseok says, putting his hands and Yoongi’s shoulders. “I couldn’t have anyone else seeing or hearing us. Listen, I put a tracking device on Jimin; he managed to slip away.” He let's out a shaky breath. “He set off a bomb in this building and you need to get away quick.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose, staring into Hoseok’s emerald eyes. “But what about you?”

“Don't worry about me. I'll be out later than you will because we need to complete the mission. Jimin may have gotten away, but we’re destroying this hideout and every trace of this gang that Jimin has built. I need to stay behind and make sure that no one escapes this building alive.”

Yoongi shakes his head in protest. “I can help you--” Yoongi starts, hand coming up to touch Hoseok’s

“No, I need you to go back first and report the whereabouts of Jimin as soon as possible. This is important, Yoongi. The tracking device is connected to Jungkook’s system, so I need you to tell Seokjin to activate it right away. I’ll stay behind and monitor the building and make sure that none of Jimin’s groupies run out of here screaming about BTS and put the gang at risk.” Hoseok moves to leave but Yoongi grabs his hand and keeps him from leaving. Hoseok looks back at his partner, a question in his gaze.

Yoongi tightens his hold on his partner’s arm. “Promise you’ll be back?”

The corners of Hoseok’s lips turn upwards, eyes crinkling into soft crescents. “Promise. Oh,” Hoseok pauses. “And just a small reminder,” the robot clears his throat, voice shaking. “Seokjin is stupid. He's an idiot that always over thinks and goes back to look at his work even though he double checked it twice. He always thinks he's made a mistake and doubts himself even though everything is perfectly fine. He needs some reassurance from time to time, a little nudge forward to stop him from wallowing in his own self-doubt. So when he's throwing a pity party and underestimating himself, I need you to be there for him and protect him. Make him stop thinking all that depressing crap in his head and remind him that he's a great person. Remind him that he's intelligent and that he’ll figure out a way to solve whatever problem he wandered into. Alright?”

Yoongi scans Hoseok from head to toe with puzzled eyes. The other robot’s eyes are determined; if Yoongi had skin, Hoseok’s fingers would be digging bruises into it.

“Hoseok, why are you telling me all this?” Yoongi’s voice is almost a whisper.

His partner grips Yoongi in desperation. “I just need you to do that for me, okay? Please.”

Yoongi scans Hoseok again, the puzzlement in his eyes deepens. After a moment, he sighs. “I got it. I'll let him know first, but you have to give him a refresher on that when you get back.”

Hoseok smiles again, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, when I get back.” He releases his iron grip on Yoongi’s shoulders. “Now get out of here, Yoongi. Take that window out there; you're programmed to land perfectly.”

Yoongi does as his partner says, running up to the window and swinging his leg over the window. He turns back to look at Hoseok, “I’ll see you later.”

Hoseok nods in reply. “Goodbye, Yoongi. Don't forget what I said.” With that, Yoongi jumps out, sprinting back to the hideout.

You pace the cramped room, gnawing at your finger nails. “Have you heard anything?” you ask, peering over Seokjin’s shoulders.

“No. I'm trying to track Hoseok but I can't find him. Yoongi’s heading back here.” Seokjin frowns, a slight hint of worry in his voice. “Should we call Jungkook back?”

“No,” Namjoon sighs. “We sent him out for a reason. He might be able to give us information on the base that Yoongi and Hoseok missed.” You peer at the screen, now displaying Jungkook’s field of vision, traveling along the familiar path Yoongi and Hoseok had set off on hours ago. In a couple of minutes, you hear footsteps approaching the room.

“That's Yoongi, maybe Hoseok is with him!” Seokjin exclaims, bolting up to open the door

Yoongi steps in, hair disheveled. His clothes are torn and blotched a reddish brown color from the blood of his victims. Seokjin pushes past him, looking around the space behind him.

“Where's Hoseok? Why didn’t you guys come back together?” Seokjin demands.

“Hoseok said he'd come back later. He stayed back at the building to kill everyone.”

“And Jimin?” Namjoon questions, rising to his feet.

“Jimin got away, but Hoseok said he planted a tracking device on him. It's connected to Jungkook’s program so Seokjin can access it.” Yoongi pauses, contemplating. “Hoseok said he'd stay behind, because Jimin planted a bomb in the building--

“A bomb? Wouldn't it kill all his men?” Taehyung interrupts, confusion apparent his face. “Jimin wouldn't do that, would he…?”

Yoongi shrugs. “That's what Hoseok told me. He stayed behind with the building to make sure everyone in there wouldn't escape and spread information about BTS. He should be coming back any moment.”

Namjoon inhales deeply, pressing his hands to his face in exasperation. “At least we have an idea on where he is right now. We can activate the tracking device when Jungkook gets back.”

You press your lips into a thin line, walking up to Yoongi and taking his head into your hands. You observe his head, searching for any signs of trauma. “You didn't get any dents did you? Nothing punctured or anything?” you ask, concern plastered all over your face. You look him in the eyes and gasp. “Yoongi, your eyes are cracked! And your earpiece is missing. What happened?”

Yoongi is about to answer when he remembers what Hoseok said to him earlier when he attacked him. I couldn’t have anyone else seeing or hearing us. He shakes his head. “One of Jimin’s men got to me, but it’s alright. I can still see, I just need another earpiece. I think I’m fine.” You look at him, trying to read his unreadable expression. The rest of him seems fine, so you decide to drop the subject.

“Okay, I’ll fix your sight once we’re back at the lab.”

Seokjin hands Yoongi another earpiece and the robot puts it on. Then he gives you a reassuring smile. “Thank you, Y/n.” You nod and return the smile then the two of you stand next to each other, awaiting any instructions

“Namjoon.” Jungkook’s voice weaves through the room. You all turn your attention to the screen, the abandoned building that stood high just moments ago blown to bits. Concrete and wood litter the floor, clustered into a gigantic pile. “Everything's gone. The whole place is wrecked and there's no signs of life.” Jungkook looks down, kicking a dismembered body out of the way. “It just smells like a pile of burnt shit.

Seokjin hurries to put on his head set again, positioning the mic close to his mouth. “What about Hoseok, have you seen any signs of him?”

“I'm currently scanning the area right now,” Jungkook replies. “My system isn't picking up on any traces of him at all. Not even footprints-” Jungkook pauses, freezing in his tracks

“What's going on? What did you see?” Seokjin demands. “Jungkook, answer me!” He slams his hand on the table, voice quivering with desperation.

“It's an arm.” Jungkook moves pieces of debris and wood out of the way, uncovering an arm that's been cut off at the shoulder joint.

“That… that could be anyone’s arm.” Seokjin says, voice hoarse.

“It's not human. The flesh would've been burnt and charred.” Jungkook states, turning the arm over. Pieces of metal and wire juts out of the shoulder of the arm, slightly frayed and singed due to the bomb. “There's number on it: 02-18.”

“That's…” Seokjin whispers, bottom lip trembling. “...That's the date I made Hoseok. I inscribed it into his arm.”

“This is Hoseok’s, then,” Jungkook sighs. “I doubt he just tore off his own arm and ran. He probably got caught up in the explosion too.”

“Stop.” Seokjin says, tearing the headset away from his head. However, Jungkook’s voice is still connected to the speakers Namjoon set up next to the screens

“If I dig around a little, we might find the rest of his body-”

“Stop!” Seokjin repeats, voice growing frantic and louder in volume.

“I don't understand why you're telling me that,” Jungkook snaps, continuing to dig through the fallen rubble. “Robots were made to be easily replaced.”

Seokjin forces his way past you, Taehyung, and Yoongi, slamming the door behind him.

“I don't understand,” Yoongi says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Hoseok said he'd be back. How did he get trapped in there?”

“It's because this is all Jimin’s plan.” Namjoon seethes. “He did something to Hoseok’s program and probably caused a malfunction or something. That's why we lost him, that damn-” Namjoon clenches his fist into a ball and charges at the wall at full force, “-bastard!” He roars, powerfully striking the wall. You flinch, cautiously backing away while Namjoon fumes. He exhales loudly, running a hand through his hair. “Go to Seokjin. Jungkook and I will finish the rest.”

You scramble to Yoongi, dragging him and Taehyung out of the room before the vein bulging out of Namjoon’s neck popped.

“Seokjin?” You call, scanning the laboratory. He's seated at the worktable, head buried in his hands. You slowly approach him, hand soothingly rubbing his back. Taehyung takes a seat next to him, slinging an arm over his broad shoulders

“What did I do wrong?” Seokjin murmurs through his arms. “I’m positive I programmed him correctly. There wasn't a code or wire out of place; it was perfect…” his voice cracks, words replaced by soft sobs.

Taehyung tightens his hold on Seokjin, leaning down to embrace him. You do the same, still rubbing his back in comfort. Yoongi clears his throat, causing Seokjin to cease his sniffling. He looks up to peer at the robot over his arms, eyes swollen and puffy.

“Hoseok…” he begins, searching for the right words, “...before I left him, Hoseok said he'd come back and tell you this.” He exhales a breath of air. “He said that you're stupid-”

“Yoongi,” you warn, glaring in disapproval.

“No, not like that!” Yoongi exclaims. “He meant that you were stupid in the way that you don't realize your own potential. You're too hard on yourself and you doubt yourself too much. You always think you've done something wrong when you're doing fine. You blame yourself too often when you're not at fault.” Yoongi pauses, watching as Seokjin slowly sits up straight, removing his face from his arms. “Hoseok thinks -- thought -- you were a great person. You did everything perfectly; there was nothing wrong with his programming because you're so careful in your work. You shouldn't shoulder the blame for the outcomes of this mission, because it's not your fault. Hoseok would've wanted you to know this.”

“Did he really say that?” Seokjin whispers.

“They were one of his last words to me,” Yoongi confirms. “Hoseok wanted to tell you when he got back, but…” he trails off, eyes dropping to the floor.

A hoarse chuckle drifts from Seokjin’s lips. He gently removes himself from your’s and Taehyung’s embrace and wipes his tears. “I guess Hoseok wanted to give me a little hope before he departed.” He sniffles.

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