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ahsxual · 3 years

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Save Me

Pairing: Detective David Loki x Reader

Summary: You and David have been together for a few months now. You knew his job was exhausting and obscure, but lately he had been spending less time with you and being more distant, until something he wasn't expecting happens...

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, lots of swearing, children kidnap (since it's based on the movie)

Word Count: 4,1k

A/N: This one is dark!!! I'm so happy for finally writing a fic about Detective Loki, my sweet and handsome savior <33 I personally think that this piece is really cute and romantic, yet terrifying... Sooo, I hope you enjoy it! ^-^

You had no idea of what was happening... You didn't know why the love of your life has been so distant lately, and acting so weird every time he was around you... Had you done something wrong? Didn't he love you anymore??, you asked the same torturing questions to yourself every day, non-stop.

You were currently drinking a hot cup of cappuccino under five, comfortable, warm blankets while watching your favorite series, since it was really cold outside and you were by yourself. It was the middle of winter, so whenever you looked outside the window, all you could see was bright, comforting and gorgeous shades of white of sweet snow. Winter used to comfort you in a way no other season did: on those freezing days, you were able to spend all day in bed with David, warming each other's bodies in your tight embraces, and making love until you started feeling so hot that it seemed like summer had already arrived. But this time, you didn't feel any of that: you painfully missed your boyfriend. You missed your moments together, the sweet, yet rare laughs that managed to come out of his well-defined lips, knowing you were the only one that could achieve them... and that's why you were so special to him, because you were the only woman and person in this world who was able to make him feel truly happy, loved and accepted. Before you started dating, he was so worried that you would leave him sooner than later, or that anything bad would happen to you if he let you enter in his life so deeply... and he was also terrified of falling in love with you, because then it would too late for him to turn back.

It was already 1 am, and you had no messages, calls or even a sign that he was still alive.This was pure torture. You were trying to hold your tears back so hard, not wanting to feel weak once you let them fall, but it was inevitable for carrying so much suffering and not letting even a gasp out of your lonely and unloved body... at least that's how you felt. When you were about to turn off the lights to get ready to sleep, so you could refresh your mind and relax a little bit, you suddenly heard your front door being calmly knocked. It was strange since David would always use his keys to enter your house, but you had been missing him way too much to think properly, so without thinking twice, you got out of bed and ran as quickly as you could to open the door for him... or at least that's what you wished.

"David!" you instantly called your lover's name, not having time to react once you realized it wasn't him.

"Sorry honey, David is not coming soon." with a maniac grin planted on his creepy face. That was all the stranger said before you felt a strong knock on your head, making you instantly fall unconscious.

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A few hours passed when you were finally able to open your eyes. Your entire body was sore and shaking from the freezing weather, and you could feel your own blood dripping down your forehead where the agressor had beaten you; your arms and legs were tightly tied with some cheap rope, and the only thing you were sure about was that you were inside someone else’s house.

"Where the fuck am I?! GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!" you screamed as loud as you could, hoping that someone would check up on you, so you could at least recognize the person who abducted you. You then heard excited whispers from a man saying: "She's awake!!", and you couldn't help yourself, but to feel disgusted and utterly scared of what could happen...

"Well, well, the sleeping beauty has already come to her senses!" an old woman entered the barely lit room you were currently being kept hostage, and you didn't hesitate to express your confusion.

"What the... who are you? Where the hell is your ass-hatted companion?" you blantantly asked, referring to the man who you saw previously at your front door. Out of the sudden, you felt a hard slap on your face, leaving a red mark behind.

"Fuck you, you crazy bitch!" you screamed at her, feeling a burning and painful sensation on your left cheek, spreading slowly all over your face.

"Watch your mouth, girl! Only because you're detective's whore doesn't mean you can say whatever you want! Here and now you will respect and obey me, until your sweet, handsome boyfriend comes find you. Then, I'll torture and kill him right in front of you... I mean, that is if he notices your absence at all." she started to laugh exaggeratedly at your face, her words hurting and cutting deeper than a sharpened kitchen knife. You turned your face away from the crazy lady, trying to cover your suffering and heavy tears from her... but it was useless.

"Aww, did I hit a soft spot, honey?" she pretended to be worried about you, moving closer to you and hunching over next to you, making you find the perfect opportunity to spit right onto her maniacal face. "Ughh, you fucking bi-"

"Wait!" the stranger who seemed to be the one who abducted you, interrupted her. You both looked at him confused, not understanding why he stopped her from beating you.

"Let me do it. I want to beat that fuck-head's girlfriend." the abductor approached you slowly, rolling up his sleeves excitedly before you felt the first punch of many on that night.

"Good job, boy. Entertain yourself while the detective wastes his precious time looking for that bitch instead of the kids." the psychotic woman said, casually, like what she just said wasn't an devilish plan at all. She must be so used to do this... poor children... if only I could save them like David does..., you devastatingly thought to yourself.

"How can you hurt the poor childrens who are so innocent compared to your disturbed mind?! How can you get pleasure out of it, you sick BASTARD?!!" you screamed with all the strenght you had in your throat and lungs. Oh, how you wished to kill those two pieces of trash with your own hands...

"You don't understand..." the man tried to excuse himself from the horrifying crimes he enjoyed so much to commit.

"OF COURSE I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND, AND I NEVER WILL!! THEY ARE JUST CHILDREN, FOR FUCK SAKE!!" your lungs were burning by now, and your stinging tears were uncontrollably running down your beaten and sore bruised cheeks.

"Let her spill all that anger out of her chest, honey. We don't want her to get exhausted already." she smirked wickedly at you. "She will be our guest for a long time..."

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Two days had passed, and you were still in that dark, small torture room that was once just a casual room. They barely fed you and offered you water to drink, causing your lips and mouth to be tremendously dry. Your face was covered in bruises and cuts, some deeper than others, yet they all bled and hurt like hell. You had lost track of how much time had passed that night. All you knew, was that you were suddenly awaken by a strong, yellow light and some little girl's deafening screams and pleading cries.

"Please, let me go!!" the poor young girl pleaded, yet no pleads of her were enough to stop the devil himself, also known as the owner of the house you were currently on.

"I brought you company!" she then carelessly pushed the little girl to the rigid ground. "Seems like your boyfriend is getting suspicious, so while I distract him, you two will remain shut before I kill you all. He’ll be the first one to go, surely." she smiled once again, before closing the door harshly. David is here?

The innocent girl cried harder when she heard the door being closed roughly, and since you didn't want anything bad to happen to both of you or to your boyfriend, you did your best to calm her down.

"It's ok sweetheart, I'm here with you now, you don't have to feel alone anymore. I promise I won't let anything bad to happen to you from now on, ok?" you sounded like your boyfriend and that thought made you smile weakly for an instant. The girl was still absurdly scared, all her trust and hope in human kind being completely destroyed by the terror she had been through at such a young age, which was totally understandable. She stepped back away from you when you tried to reach for her small and fragile hand, since you had managed to get your hands free by patiently untying the tight ropes like David had taught you. It was a technique you used in emergency situations, and this was one of them. He always prepared you for the worse, teaching you everything he had learned, so you could save yourself when he's not capable and things like this would eventually happen. You immediately withdrew your hand by instinct, but you weren't one to give up so easily.

"Can you... can you tell me your name..?" come one Y/n, you can do better than this. "I'm very hurt too... you see? So my only intention here is to get both of us out of here... she is a very bad woman, but I am not. You know, I'm detective's girlfriend who is looking for you since... the beginning. And your father is helping him! They are our saviors, so they will rescue us from this ugly place very soon." you kindly explained to her, trying to give her some faith and remind her of her family... remind her that this wasn't her reality. The world out there, united with her family and friends, is where she truly belongs. She looked at you intensely, and you could finally see some light of hope in those big, gorgeous eyes. Once again, you remembered your stunning lover and the loving stares he would give you all the time, the ones that never failed to give you goosebumps all over your skin.

"Is... is my father looking for me..?" she finally spoke to you. If you didn't know it was coming from her, you could swear that her voice belonged to an angel because of its sweetness and innocence. You almost let heartbreaking tears escape your tired eyes... but you had to remain strong for her.

"Of course, darling. He loves you so, so much, and he would never forget or give up on you." for the thousandth time, you remembered your sweet and lovely boyfriend again, and on how you deeply craved to hear those reassuring words come out of his mouth, instead. A moment of silence was installed for a few seconds, before she decided that trusting you should be probably the best, yet the only option available.

"I'm... I'm Anna by the way..." she whispered shyly, or should I say still afraid and suspicious. You then offered her the most gentle smile you could give in response.

"You have such a beautiful name, Anna. I'm Y/n, and I'm so glad to meet you. Of course I would prefer to meet you in any other circumstances, but..." you needed to change the subject urgently: she was just a child, so she wouldn't get your sarcastic comment like others would. "What about we all get a delicious ice-cream once we get back home, huh? You, your family, me and... my... boyfriend." you hesitate a little bit, still hurt because of your boyfriend’s behavior in the last few weeks. Why was he taking so long to save us?

"Yummy, ice-cream!" she said excitedly, yet you could notice how tired she still was.

Tired of waiting, you finally decided to use the technique you had learned that previously had helped your hand's blood flow properly in your veins, by successfully untying the ropes out of her sore wrists. The poor kid's hands must be so badly hurt as well...

"Come here, sweetie." you untied the old ropes that were restraining your leg's movements in case someone came in unexpectadly, that way you could defend you both. You then helped her by untying her own ropes and when you did, you suddenly heard a gun shot.

Anna started to scream while covering her ears, and you instinctively pulled her near you to protect her from the horrors outside. Out of nowhere, the door was abruptly opened and the old lady came up being extremely stressed. Your first instinct was thinking that Loki had been shot by her, so all your courage and hope had vanished in a single second.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!!!" you shouted at her and ran in her direction to beat her up as hard as you could without fearing the consequences, when suddenly you felt a hard sting in your arm: she pricked you with a needle that contained a drug that causes a person to have a heart attack in the next few hours or even minutes, if they aren't correctly treated urgently.

"Goddammit!" you then felt extremely dizzy and fell to the ground. The last thing you saw before falling unconscious, was David entering the room and putting the evil woman on the ground, trying to arrest her with any gentle manners, before she managed to pull a gun from her pocket and shoot herself, and Anna's screams for your name... however, you were too nauseaus to distinguish if all of that was really happening, or if it was just a hopeful hallucination of yours.

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"Y/N!! Please baby, don't you dare to die on me... please wake up... FUCK!" David was starting to be quickly consumed by pure despair, shaking you to no end, hoping you would open your eyes in his arms and return to him, safe and sound: he had finally found you and Anna after spending the worst week of his life, but even then he still couldn't feel utterly relieved. He then grabbed the two of you carefully, and drove you to the nearest hospital.

"Please Y/n, stay with me, do you hear me?! I will not let you leave me that easily... please honey..." he was talking more to himself since you couldn't respond, and his distressed tears were difficulting his vision and eventually his driving, which wasn't a good thing at all.

"Don't worry detective, she will be fine... your girlfriend is a really strong woman." the young girl tried to calm the desperate and protective boyfriend, just like you did with her a few minutes ago, and he couldn't help but feel so proud of you, yet guilty for being so focused on work lately, instead of giving you the attention you so dearly deserved from him...

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Hours passed and you were still in the hospital, unconscious. Loki didn't know what to do to himself... he wanted to punch himself so hard for letting this happen to you. And if there was a possibility that you could switch roles, you would have been awake a long time ago.

This was his worst nightmare, to let his work interfere with your relationship in the worst way possible. He didn't want to leave your side for anything: even with the doctors insistence, he threatened to arrest them all if they didn't let him be with you until you woke up, and believe me when I say he was pretty convincing. His strong, tattooed arms were supporting his heavy, anxious and furious mind on top of his legs, they had been shaking for hours now, non-stop. He felt so, so guilty, and he didn't think he could ever forgive himself for almost losing the love of his life because of his negligence... and, on top of that, knowing that he was so distant and careless with you in your probable last days. Out of nowhere, he heard a muffled sound of pain, making him instantly look up at you and ran to your side. His heartbeat increased at a speed which he didn't think it was even possible for a single human being to handle without having a stroke right then and there.

"Honey..?" he called for you, his eyes inevitably watering for the hundredth time that night. You never saw him crying before, so it surprised you to see his eyes glistening. You struggled to keep your eyes opened, because of the strong light that illuminated your hospital room, but when your vision finally adjusted itself and you looked at him for the first time in the last few days, it was like you were seeing God himself.

"Is this heaven..?" you asked confused, making him laugh softly. Only you could rip a smile from him in such a bad situation like this one.

"No honey, this is pure reality. You are at the hospital, but I'm here with you now." he firmly grabbed your fragile and bruised hands into his much bigger ones, and looked at you like you were about to get married.

"Are you... crying?" you asked, feeling worried when you noticed, once again, his eyes being much brighter because of the fresh tears that wanted so badly to come out. He immediately wiped them away with the back of his hand, making you laugh. Your man never liked to show his emotions to anyone, not even to you. Well, at least he tried his best not to show them to you.

"Just got uh.. something inside my eye..." he tried to find a valid excuse, but since you knew him too well, he ended up giving up. He then offered you the most reassuring smile at you, only for you to gladly return it. However, his smile didn't last too long once he realized the severity of your state, it started disappearing slowly while his hands grabbed yours even harder this time, his eyes never leaving yours while analyzing your face so carefully.

"Oh God... what did I do to you..." this time, he wasn't able to contain himself, yet he didn't care anymore to show you how hurt he really was. It was too much guilt for just one man to carry on his shoulders and heart, no matter how strong he was.

"Don't." you immediately exclaimed and he looked at you curiously. "What happened was not your fault, do you understand me? It could happen to anyone."

"No! " he exclaimed. "If I was there with you instead of wear out my mind with this fucking case..."

"Baby, stop. It's your job and you saved that innocent girl. If it weren’t for you, she could have been dead by now." your tone was serious, and he understood that you were the only thing trying to make him not be so hard on himself.

"But..."

"No "but's", David. You are our savior. And I couldn't be prouder of you..." you smiled at him, yet he didn't return it. An intense exchange of emotional glares, and a thoughtful, tense silence was planted for a few, long seconds.

"If... if we weren't together, nothing would have happened to you... I prefer to know that you're safe and healthy with another man, than..." he didn't have sure on what he was saying, it was too much to process... but there was one thing he was sure of: he wouldn't allow anything bad happen to you from then on.

"Don't you dare saying that again, David Loki. You are the man who I love with my whole being, more than anything, and I would give my own life to save you if it was the case. And I don't care how many times I have to be abducted to prove how much I want to be with you for the rest of my life." you never spoke so seriously in your life, and you genuinely meant every word you just said. You just couldn't live without him anymore.

"What the hell did I do to deserve you..?" he carefully approached you, giving you a slow, yet most passionate kiss you had shared in a long time, while soflty grabbing your head between his cold hands. His lips were dry, yet tasted like sweet honey, like they always did.

"Detective Loki- oh, I'm so sorry!" Anna's mother entered the room, feeling ashamed for interrupting your romantic moment.

"No problem, Miss Dover. Do you need something from me?" he seriously asked, getting immediately into the hardworking Detective Loki character.

"Actually, I wanted to thank you for all you did to-"

"Y/n!!" Anna ran towards you as soon as her eyes landed on your weak body. She hugged you carefully, so she wouldn't hurt you, and you instantly felt you heart melting inside your chest.

"Heyy Anna! I'm so happy to see again, my bravest girl!" she offered you a toothy grin, and you were mesmerized by the change of energy that you only knew from her back in that horror house. Both of her mother and your charming boyfriend looked at your and the girl's interaction, not expecting for you to become so close to each other.

"Can we go eat an ice-cream now, like you promised?? I'm so hungry!" she asked excitedly, her eyes filled of hope and joyful.

"She needs to rest, sweetie. Maybe another time. Anyway, thank you so much, detective, for finding my daughter." he nodded to her and then she looked at you with a kind smile in her face. "And thank you for protecting my daughter from those monsters, Y/n. I'll be eternally grateful for the two of you. I hope you get better soon." she thanked the two of you, before leaving the room with her daughter, to give you two some privacy.

"Bye Y/n!" the girl happily said goodbye to you.

"Bye sweetheart, see you soon!" you responded back, seeing her leaving the room right after her mom.

"She really likes you." your boyfriend said to you, wanting to make you feel better since he knew how overwhelming you felt everytime someone thanked you.

"Yeah, I guess..." you laughed. "She kept me company in there, you know? We helped each other so we didn't feel so lonely anymore..." you looked at your fingers while shyly playing with them, hoping that he would understand your attempts of silently saying how hurt you were. You then felt him coming in your direction and sitting right beside you.

"Sweetheart... I'm so, so sorry for letting you feel like you were alone... I was so stressed about work, and I didn't want to discharge everything on you..." he truly seemed regretful of his actions, so of course you would forgive him since he was such a honest man. But you needed to let him know how hurt you felt by his lack of attention and affection with you. "I love you so much, honey... I... I can't imagine my life without you anymore. I would be so lost..." his voice sounded extremely weak at his final words, since he tried to hold back his cry once again.

"I love you too, baby. So, so much..." you caressed his barely shaved cheek and kissed him softly on the lips. When you broke the kiss so you could stare at him properly, you hugely smiled at him out of nowhere.

"What?" he smiled back.

"Nothing. I was just thinking that maybe..."

"Maybe what?" he seemed really curious about what you were about to say. You continued to look at him while bitting your lower lip softly, wanting to see and memorize his reaction by what you were about to suggest.

"Maybe... we could have a baby of our own?" you calmly and very carefully said, not wanting to scare him away. His reaction was expressless, which scared you a little bit.

"Babe, I don't know... what if... what if something happens to our child?" he already started to worry and get stressed.

"You will never live your life if you keep thinking about the worst, on what could happen or not. Think more about you and your happiness... think more about us. With a baby in our arms." this time, his smile expanded until a big toothy grin was revealed on his gorgeous face.

"You're absolutely right. We definitely should have our own princess." he lovely glared at you, kissing your hands with the most gentle kiss he could afford.

"Or prince... Who knows."

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ahsbitch · 4 years

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The Grey-Outpost!Michael Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 5143

Summary: So I got this message for my prompts and it was supposed to just be a blurb like the others but it was already getting way too long and then I realized it would fit really well with a oneshot idea I had a month or two ago sooo here we are

Warnings: so many, nsfw, smut, virginity loss, first time, first orgasm, actually first three lmao, fingering, choking, Mean!Michael, slapping, overstimulation, emotional manipulation, brief blowjob, unprotected sex, breeding kink, a little bit of corset kink, some cockwarming bc it’s me, very Sub!Reader, also overly nice reader which probably doesn’t need a warning but I’m putting it anyway, , mentions of violence, some waxing poetic bc again that’s just me, floor licking, some?underwear stuff? Idk man, did I mention swearing bc that’s here too, idk, that’s all I can think of but my brain is not entirely focused so if I missed something I’m sorry

A/N: I’m sorry I’m like this but I hope it’s okay. Comments are always appreciated! Even just in the tags of a reblog! Or a message! Or anything! Hearing your reactions makes me feel so good!

Mini Tag List: @wroteclassicaly @michaellangdonstanaccount @guiltyfiend

@angelicmichael

(i actually don’t remember if all of you asked to be tagged in stuff or not so if you didn’t i’m really sorry i just thought i’d put a few people, if you want me to...Not tag you in stuff that’s totally cool and i totally get it just let me know, if you do want me to tag you in stuff also let me know on that front)

You confused Michael Langdon.

It wasn’t intentional, he was sure, but he was not used to being confused by the behavior of humans.

You also annoyed him, although that was less surprising.

Most people annoyed him.

But you annoyed him for the same reason that you confused him, and that just made him all the more confused and annoyed and annoyed and confused.

How the hell were you so nice?

You treated everyone who crossed your path with such kindness, even though most of them treated you like you were dog shit on the bottom of their shoe. And you simply...smiled? Nodded? Did as they said, if they gave an order, or ignored them if it was just words.

He had never even seen you complain about your servant status, never seen you look at the drab grey of your dress with even an ounce of disdain.

He’d taken to reading your thoughts, even more than he did with the others, trying to find the cruelty hidden inside you.

Once, one of the Purples whose name Michael hadn’t bothered to learn had walked into a ladder that you were standing on for some job or another, and you had fallen to the ground, landing hard on your back. The Purple had cursed at you for getting in his way, and you apologized instantly.

What an asshole, You had thought, and Michael had started to get excited, but a moment later you had shaken your head at yourself, and your thoughts continued, No, Y/N, don’t be unfair. They live a different type of life here. It’s not his fault that he sees me like this at this point, he’s practically been indoctrinated.

What utter bullshit that was, and yet you’d seemed completely contented with that thought, climbing back onto the ladder to finish your task.

Another time he had walked in on you being beaten while Venable watching, smirking. He had simply stared for a while, watching the way you took your blows.

“What’s going on?” Michael had asked, blood boiling at Venable’s smug expression.

“A reminder. She’s been a bit slow in her work lately. Distracted, I think, with your proposal of paradise. She needed to remember her place.”

He had nodded, turning back to observe you, listening for your reaction to those words.

I haven’t been slower, though. She’s just been angrier. Poor Ms. Venable, she must be scared. I wish she wouldn’t take it out on me, Your stream of thought had paused as you let out a cry of pain, But I hope that she’ll find some type of peace.

In interviews, Michael had started to ask about you.

“She’s nice,” Gallant had said rather dismissively, “That’s about it. Not memorable. I don’t think anyone would miss her.”

“She helps everyone finish their work, even though she has her own,” Another Grey had said, tilting his head to the side in thought, “I saw her take a beating in Mallory’s place once for a broken lamp. I don’t think that’s the only time she’s done that, either. She’s a little too sweet, almost. It can’t be real, can it?”

That was Michael’s thought too, but you were that sweet, or so it seemed.

He’d begun instructing everyone during their interviews to either completely ignore you or be cruel to you, to treat you with extra disdain, to not bother with respect. He’d told Purples and Greys alike, had watched out to see them following his orders. They were doing it, and you were slowly becoming more and more alone,and yet you never so much as thought anything cruel in return. From time to time, a nasty thought would pop into your head, but you always brushed it away almost instantly, scolding yourself into something overly forgiving of their behavior. Still, you were lonelier than ever, and that meant that it would be all the easier to draw you to him.

Your interview was the last one that was scheduled, and with every moment that led up to it he found himself getting more and more ready to break you down, and every time he thought of that he found his cock getting harder and harder.

He was going to ruin you, in more ways than one.

And then the interview had started, you sitting in your chair with your hands folded neatly in your lap, steadfastly avoiding eye contact with him, a polite smile on your face, and something had snapped deep inside him.

He wasn’t sure what did it. Maybe it was your answer to why you should be taken to the Sanctuary.

“I don’t know that I should,” You’d said simply, your damned respectful smile never wavering, “I mean, it would be nice. But I’m not particularly special, right? And if the Sanctuary is meant to be people carrying on the human race, shouldn’t it be the people who are going to make the biggest difference? I know you said that what I thought i was weakness could be my saving, and I get that, I just don’t know if I have any particular weaknesses or any particular saving graces. If you need someone to wash floors or cook in the Sanctuary, then yeah, I’m pretty good at those things. You might want me. But I don’t know that I have any particular talents or powers that would make me more useful than anyone else.”

Maybe it was what you had said when he’d asked about your anger, about whether or not you would get revenge on any of the others for the way they’d treated you, if you got the chance.

You shrugged, taking a few moments to think about your answer before you spoke, “No. I don’t blame them for it, not really. The world ended. The fact that any of us are alive is strange enough as it is. Them being cruel is probably more of a defense mechanism than anything else. I wish they wouldn’t use me for their anger, or their disdain, or their sadness, I kinda wish they’d just leave me alone sometimes, but I wouldn’t want to get revenge even if I got the chance. I don’t think they deserve to be treated badly, even if they’ve treated me badly.”

But most likely, it had been your answer when he’d asked what exactly you were thinking about right in that moment.

“The end of the world, Mr. Langdon, sir,” Your smile finally dropped for just a moment, your embarrassment evident, “And your eyes. They’re very beautiful. I was thinking that heaven probably isn’t real, but if it is, it probably looks something like your eyes. But of course it’s much more likely that hell is real, based on recent events, in which case it probably looks something like the world we live in right now.”

Michael had stood, instructing you to do the same, and within moments his lips were on yours.

Yes, he was going to ruin you in every way possible.

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This was so totally not how you had planned for your interview to go.

Was it how Langdon had planned for it to go? Maybe. You wondered vacantly if this had happened with all of his other interviews, if all of them had found themselves lying on the floor, pinned underneath him, feeling him hungrily devouring their mouths in perhaps the best kiss that anyone had ever experienced.

He trailed kisses down to your throat, hot, open mouthed, that you felt even though they were over the high collar of your dress, and he bit down hard, sucking harshly through the fabric.

“Fuck!” You groaned out, feeling your skin go hot with embarrassment over the noises you were making.

“Don’t hold back, pet,” He moved his mouth to your ear, kissing the spot just behind your earlobe as he murmured, “You make the most delightful little noises.”

This served only to embarrass you more, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek to try and hide the moans that threatened to spill from you.

Langdon’s hand made its way to your neck, squeezing at it as he pulled your head up closer to his, and you let out a pained whine at the pressure his palm put onto the sore spot he had just left on your throat, “Did you not hear me? Don’t hold back. I expect you to follow my orders. I’d think you’d be used to that by now.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” You let out a strangled cry, and with a sharp smile he finally released you, letting your head drop back against the floor.

“Next time you don’t listen to me, you will be,” He chuckled at your terrified expression, but after a moment he froze, raising a curious eyebrow at you, “What are you thinking about right now?”

You weren’t naive enough to think that he actually cared about how you were feeling, but you answered anyway, scared of what may happen if you didn’t, “Honestly? I’m trying to decide if I’m more likely to be murdered by you or by Ms. Venable.”

Langdon laughed again, moving off of you and leaning against the wall. He looked oddly comfortable like that, although you wouldn’t be surprised if his outfit cost more than the entire Outpost, and with a wolfish grin he patted his lap gently.

You frowned, unsure of what that meant, but Langdon simply rolled his eyes and wrapped a hand around your wrist, tugging you into his lap.

This was… odd.

After a moment, he gripped both of your wrists, raising your arms up and placing them on his shoulders, and you locked your fingers around the back of his neck, staring dumbly at him as you did so.

His legs extended straight out, but he held you steady in his lap, arm wrapped your hips, your own legs perpendicular to his.

This was very odd.

“Now tell me,” It was interesting, the way Langdon’s words sounded more like a purr, “Why do you think that I would kill you?”

Shyly you dropped your gaze, but then his hand was under your chin, lifting until you looked him in the eye, and you shrugged, “I mean… you said you would. It was like the first thing you told me when I came in. That if I lied or hedged or anything like that you’d...y’know...obliterate me.”

“And have you lied to me?” His voice was sharp now, his eyes dangerous, although something playful still danced around the edges of his lips.

“No!” You flinched, prepared for him to hit you even though he made no movement to do so, and after a minute, after you’d realized that no strike was coming, you blinked at him, “I, uh, no, sir. But you’re, well, forgive me for saying so, Mr. Langdon, but you’re very intimidating.”

He was frowning now, just a little, and you probably wouldn’t have even noticed if you hadn’t been so fascinated by his mouth, “I’m glad you find me intimidating. I’d be a bit concerned for your sanity if you didn’t. But I have no plans at the moment to kill you, and as long as you keep telling me the truth like this, I doubt it’ll arise. Now, why would Venable kill you?”

“She’s strict about her rules,” You felt your face heating up again, “No sexual contact of any kind. And we, y’know, we kissed. If she finds out, well, she’d even kill a Purple for breaking the rules so explicitly like that. She’d kill a Grey for a lot less.”

“And we’ll be doing a lot more,” Langdon’s smooth voice echoed in your ears, and you shivered slightly at the insinuation, “Venable will not touch you.”

“Why not?” Your curiosity got the better of you, and you asked before you could think about the fact that it was probably a bad idea.

Luckily, Langdon did nothing more than chuckle at you again, shifting slightly underneath you, “Because if anyone here is going to harm you, pet, it’s going to be me.”

For some reason, his words made you clench your thighs, and you swallowed to avoid letting out a whine.

“Yes sir,” You said softly, and then, when he’d started pressing kisses along your jaw, “There’s one more thing.”

“And what would that be?”

Clearing your throat, you fought to keep holding eye contact with him, “I don’t, I mean, I don’t want to be one of those people who fucks someone to get something. I don’t want to sleep with you just in hopes of going to the Sanctuary, especially because you could easily say you’re going to take me until after we’re done and then tell me you’ve changed your mind or something. I don’t want that. I’d rather you just... tell me the truth now.”

“Alright,” Sighing, Langdon straightened up a little, shifting beneath you again so that you suddenly became aware of his erection pressing into you, “You’re not going to the Sanctuary, Y/N. Not even if we fuck. And we are going to fuck, you understand that, right?”

“Yes sir,” You felt your gaze drop to his lips once more, “I understand. The Sanctuary thing and the fucking thing. May I please kiss you again?”

“Not only may you do so, but I insist that you do,” His voice was cold now, but one look into his eyes showed you that he was pleased about this, and you frantically brought your mouth to his.

Langdon slammed you back to the ground, and your head cracked loudly against the marble floor, making you feel a bit dizzy, and then his fingers found their way between the buttons of your dress and he pulled sharply, ripping it in half, and that made you feel even dizzier.

Holy fuck, how strong was he?

“Lovely,” He murmured, his mouth running over your collarbones and up the curves of your neck, sucking dark bruises onto your skin as he went, “Don’t forget what I told you. I want to hear every single one of your sounds, understood?”

“Yes sir,” Your hands made their way to his hair almost of their own accord as he continued on, mouth drifting down to swirl over your covered nipples.

“Turn around,” Langdon commanded, and he hummed his approval when you followed his instructions in merely a moment, kneeling before him but facing the wall.

His long fingers made their way to the ties of your corset, beginning to work on the knot, and he frowned, “This is tied very tightly, pet. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I had Mallory tie it extra tightly for me, so I would have something to focus on other than my nerves for the interview,” You let out a hiss of relief as the corset came untied, “It wouldn’t hurt much, but you’re supposed to wear something under a corset, and Ms. Venable doesn’t give the Greys anything to wear under our corsets because she says our comfort isn’t a priority. So it kinda digs into my-ow, fuck, my skin.”

Your cry of distress had come when Langdon’s hands had pressed hard into the red marks that marred your back from your corset.

“It really has done a number on you,” He helped you unclasp the front of your corset and slip it off, before bringing his hands to your hips, “Get on all fours.”

You did as he said, unsure of why exactly he was asking you to do so, but you understood a moment later when the wet warmth of his tongue began to stroke along your spine. He licked along each mark that had been left behind, leaving a trail of coolness to follow, and although it stung with each moment of contact, it left some relief as he went. You mewled at the feeling, back arching towards him, desperate for more.

“Feel better?” He purred, now drawing his nose around your spine.

“Yes,” You sighed pleasantly, “Thank-fuck!”

Langdon had shifted his arms so that one ran under your stomach, holding you in place, and with the other he brought his palm down on your back with all his strength.

Tears were starting to spill from your eyes, leaving a puddle on the floor as he struck you four more times in quick, painful succession.

“Aw, does it hurt, pet?” He was cooing at you, voice light and mocking, “Look at you. You’ve made a mess on my floor. Clean that up for me, yes?”

Unsure of what that meant, you tried to look back at him to ask, but Langdon wrapped his hand around your neck and forced your head to the floor, his entire body pressed against yours, “Clean it up.”

Hesitantly, you reached your tongue out to the floor, scooping the salty moisture up carefully. The pressure on your throat lightened up so that you could breathe more easily, but he didn’t remove his hand, and you frantically licked the rest of your tears off of the floor.

Letting you sit up, he smirked at your shy smile, examining the floor carefully before praising you, “Wonderful job, pet. But it appears that the mess on the floor isn’t your only one. You seem to have made quite a mess down here as well.”

With that his hand cupped your pussy over your panties, which had become thoroughly soaked through. He pulled them down slowly, a rumble rolling past his lips at the sound the fabric made as it tried to cling to your damp flesh. He gave a tug and ripped them off of your thighs, bringing the shredded remains up to his face to examine it closely. Staring into your eyes, he poked his tongue out of his mouth and brought it to the fabric, laving slowly over the wetness that coated it. You moaned loudly at the sight, squeezing your thighs together.

When Langdon was satisfied that he had gotten every drop of your essence off of the scraps of your underwear he tossed them carelessly in the direction of his desk, and then his tongue was on you once again, this time drawing painfully slow stripes from your knee up your inner thigh, ending just at your hip bone.

“Did you like watching me?” There was amusement in his voice, a kind of mirth that could almost be mistaken for warmth, as he licked closer and closer to where you wanted him most, never deigning to touch you there, “Did it make you even more wet for me? Do you want me to eat your pretty little pussy until you can’t walk? Want me to let you drench my face?”

“Please, yes, please!” You keened towards him and Langdon clamped his hands onto your thighs to hold you in place, bringing his thumbs down to spread your pussy lips open. There was something so intimately dirty about it that you let out another long moan, his breath fanning hot air against your folds, “Langdon, please, I’ll do anything you ask.”

He scoffed, nuzzling his nose over your entrance, “You’d do anything I asked anyway. But I will say, you have just about the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen. And you smell divine, pet.”

Whimpering, you tried to rut up to his mouth, wanting so badly to feel him against you, “Please, sir, Langdon, please, what do I have to do for you to touch me?”

At those words, Langdon moved away from you completely, now not even letting his fingers drift over your skin, “Was I not touching you before? You’re incredibly ungrateful for someone who I could kill with less than the blink of an eye.”

“I’m sorry,” You scrabbled to your knees, legs shaking, “I’m sorry, Mr. Langdon, I didn’t mean to be ungrateful. I’m so grateful to you, I am, I’m sorry.”

“As you should be,” He sneered, but the bulge in his pants looked even larger than it had before, and the corners of his lips twitched up, “You do look very good on your knees for me. I think this is the position you’re meant to be in, the reason you were put on this earth. Why else would you look so lovely like this, look like such a pretty little slut? Open your mouth for me, pet.”

This is happening. This is actually happening.

Eagerly, you complied, wrenching your mouth as wide open as you could, desperate to please him. Langdon unzipped his dress pants, reaching into his boxers and stroking himself, letting out a deep and rumbly groan as he finally pulled himself out.

His cock was... beautiful? You hadn’t expected to find it so beautiful. The few dicks you had seen you had mostly found odd, fine enough but not particularly nice to look at, but Langdon’s looked like it had been carved by Michelangelo himself.

It was also huge, as thick as your wrist and at least as long as your forearm, the tip a throbbing angry crimson. It was veiny, and you would’ve expected that to be strange but it just made it even prettier, an extra long and thick vein running up the side that oddly made your mouth water.

A fresh wave of desire pulsed through you, but that didn’t stop your worry as he approached you, speaking your anxiety out loud, “Is that... I mean, is that going to fit?”

Chuckling, Langdon pushed himself into your mouth with no warning, holding the back of your head with one hand as he began an intense, bruising pace, “What’s the matter, little whore? Never been with someone this big?”

That’s one way to put it.

He froze suddenly, buried down your throat, his pelvic bone pressed against your nose, and slowly he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, “Wait, you’re a virgin?”

You nodded slowly, and Langdon hissed at the movement, slowly pulling himself away from you, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t ask,” You shrugged, bringing a hand up to massage your jaw, “I didn’t think it would matter, I’m sorry. Does it change things?”

Langdon gripped your hair, and he pulled you to your feet and into a bruising kiss all in one swift movement. Then his hands were all over you, stroking your skin fervently as he led you to his chair, sitting down and pulling you into his lap once more. The feeling of his dress pants against your bare skin was sinfully lovely, and you were suddenly aware of how exposed you were, when you could see almost nothing of him.

After what felt like hours, he pulled away from you, his eyes dancing with something deeply dangerous, a brilliant smile on his face, “Of course it matters, pet I wouldn’t have even considered wasting any of my cum in your mouth if I knew your perfect cunt was untouched, waiting for me.”

You let out a cry as he grabbed onto your hips tightly, beginning to draw you up and down over his length. His cock pressed into your folds, rubbing your clit, and every time he approached your entrance you gasped, “Holy, oh my, fuck, that feels good, Langdon I-”

“Michael,” He interrupted, moving you faster.

“What?” You blinked up at him in confusion, and he felt his cock twitch at the sight.

“My name is Michael Langdon,” He pressed a kiss to your neck, beginning to suck a new line of hickeys, “You can call me Michael.”

“Michael,” You sighed, clenching around nothing as a strange sensation started to boil in your stomach, something so pleasureful that you didn’t know what was happening, “Oh, fuck, Michael, you feel so good, please, can’t you just fuck me?”

“Oh believe me, I’m going to,” His cock was twitching even more now, your name so perfect from his mouth, “But you have to be ready for it first. Come on, pet, come for me, just like this.”

You mewled, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the boiling in your stomach became more, became overwhelming, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you let out a desperate shriek.

“I didn’t, oh fuck, oh god, I didn’t know it would feel that good,” You panted, and Michael raised an eyebrow at you yet again as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Have you... have you never had an orgasm before?”

You shook your head against him, letting out another gasp as one of his fingers started to toy around your entrance, “No, I haven’t. I mean, I thought I might have once, but it was nothing like that.”

“Have you ever had any fingers inside you?” He asked, even as he was already easing a finger into you, giving your walls a single stroke before he pushed two more in.

“No!” You shrieked, the foreign sensation making you buck your hips wildly, “I, I mean, no, I haven’t.”

Cock throbbing harder than ever before, Michael began to scissor his fingers around, stretching you out, “Fascinating. My little whore is so inexperienced.”

Moaning at his words, you lurched when his middle finger hit a spot deep inside you that made you see stars, “M-m-Michael, please!”

“M-m-Michael! M-m-Michael!” He mocked you, scooping the hand that wasn’t busy working you open under your ass, shifting out of the seat and lowering you to the ground, his mouth finding its way to your tits, “Wait, pet. Be a patient slut for me and you’ll be rewarded.”

You nodded as he bit your nipple, toying with it roughly before kissing over to the other side, “Sorry, sorry, oh holy fuck that feels good.”

Another orgasm was forming deep within you, more mewls leaving your throat as you desperately started to claw at his back, “Michael, fuck, Michael, I’m going to-”

“Good girl,” He purred, pulling his fingers out of you just as you started to cum, and then he slammed his cock into you with no warning, delighting in the bloodcurdling scream that you let out, letting out a guttural moan, “You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Desperate little slut, you were so ready for me to stretch you out, huh?”

“Wait, Michael,” You let out a sob, your cunt pulsing with overstimulation, “Michael, it’s too much, it hurts, please.”

He was completely bottomed out in you, not moving yet, but he brought both hands up to wrap around your throat, cutting off all of your air, “Now now, pet, that’s no way to thank me for being so kind to you. You’ve cum twice now, haven’t you? And have I gotten to cum even once? No. Now, are you going to be good for me?”

You nodded fervently, and he released you, leaving you gasping, “Sorry, sorry, Michael. I’m sorry.”

“Good,” Michael started to pull out of you ever so slowly, moving at a glacial pace until just his tip was inside of you before thrusting in again, filling you up once more, “Oh, you feel good. Your pussy is fluttering all around me. But I should tell you, Y/N, I lied to you.”

You let out another shaky sob as he hooked his hands under your knees and stretched your legs up, throwing them over his shoulders, continuing his pace of slow drags out followed by impossibly fast thrusts in, your hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth silk that covered his back, “Wh-what? What do you mean?”

“I told you I wasn’t going to take you to the Sanctuary,” He grunted, his pace getting somehow even slower, in and out both, your slapping skin making loud, lewd noises, “I lied. I am. I’m going to pump you full of my cum, pet, until you’re overflowing with me. I’m going to breed you like the whore you are, and then we’re going to rule over the new world, together.”

“I don’t understand,” Shrieking again, a whine bubbling out of your throat, you gasped as his hands moved to your tits once more, “Please, Michael, please can you go faster?”

It still hurt, but it was getting better, the pain being overrun with the pleasure.

Michael complied, slamming into you, setting such a brutal, bruising pace that you were sure you could feel him all the way up in your stomach, “That’s my good little pet. Look at this, your pussy is devouring me. I’m going to wreck you, gonna mold your pussy around my dick so that you know that no one else will ever be able to make you feel good. Your perfect little pussy was made for me, and me alone. You were made for me. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth, these perfect tits,” He gave your breasts a harsh squeeze, running his thumbs over your nipples as you let out another scream, “They’re gonna be full of milk before you know it, filled up for our baby. Do you want to have my baby, pet? Do you want me to breed you? Fill you up? Ruin you for anyone else with my cock?”

“Yes!” You sobbed, although you were barely conscious of what you were saying, barely even conscious of what he was saying, another orgasm fast approaching, “Michael, please! Fill me up! I need you!”

“Then cum for me,” Growling, he brought his nose down to touch yours, “Squeeze my cock with that tight pussy of yours, finish for me, and accept my seed knowing that you belong to me now, understood?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Michael, I’m yours, I belong to you, yes!” Your screams were echoing around the room now, but you couldn’t hold back, not when he felt so good, and this time rather than a boiling in your stomach your orgasm felt like an awakening, like you were being reborn.

You came harder than you knew was possible and Michael quickly followed suit, pumping you full of his thick, hot ropes of cum, more than he had ever cum before, filling you all the way up.

Whimpering, you sat up, and rather than letting you move away Michael pulled you to his lap and dragged himself to the wall to lean against once again, hushing your mewls with a kiss, “Good girl. That’s my good little pet. I’m gonna stay inside you, okay? Gotta make sure you don’t lose a single drop.”

Nodding, you felt your eyelids start to flutter, your head dropping to his chest, “Yes, Michael. I’m...I’m so tired.”

“I know you are, little one, I know you are. Get some rest now. No one will interrupt us. Rest, my sweet, and have dreams of the future we will build together,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest, and letting out a happy hum as he felt you already drifting off, and before he did the same he whispered in your ear, “I’m proud of you.”

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slapegg · 6 years

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Quick Critique: Dead Rising 4

I really like Dead Rising 1, but I like it despite its mechanics. The timers made the game tedious and took away exploration, leading survivors was a pain in the butt because the AI was pitiful and they were so weak, you were expected to start the game over and over again to build up stats, and it was chock full of inventory management and weapon degradation. So hearing that DR4 got rid of some of that, I was in. Also, it's a horror game set during Christmas. I'm... kind of super into that. I think I'm one of five people that genuinely has positive feelings towards Blue Stinger and totally want to see a fixed up modern version of that game and was hoping Dead Rising 4 would fill that void.

From the very beginning, my experiences with DR4 were not great. I installed the disk, downloaded the patch, downloaded the extra content (because that wasn't on the disk for some reason despite that being a selling point of the PS4 version), started it up, and... you're stuck on the title screen unable to enter any mode because it's “Downloading...”. Downloading what, I have no idea. Then the bar just kind of hangs there for several minutes, so I thought something was wrong, minimized it, went off to do something else, came back, and the download bar hadn't progressed. I uninstalled everything, installed the disk again, cut the network connection so the system wouldn't try to download any updates, and... got the same “Downloading...” screen. After looking it up online, you find a lot of people complaining about how slot it is to install the game and how it doesn't seem to download anything while minimized. So several hours into trying to play the game, the best I have seen is the title screen and options menus. The “Downloadable Content” button that's supposed to launch the store doesn't even work and pops up an error, even though I can load the store just fine from outside the game. After leaving the game running on the title screen for some time, I was finally able to play.

They changed Frank. He's no longer a kind of schlubby every-man. He's just a generic dude that's off-putting in how abrasive he is. Original Frank was a lovable dick. New Frank is kind of just a dick. A dick that despite what he's been through in the previous games and this one, is willing to abandon a civilian that helped him and leave her group of injured people in danger for no good reason. That follows through for all of the characters in the game. The other main character is detestable and not a single one of the side characters is likable. The whole game feels like a half-assed reboot. They should have either made it more unique and set it somewhere completely different and not tied to the first three games or done a full reboot. What you get is something that recycles the plot of the main game and many of the same beats, a worse version of the same character, and a worse location, but with nothing really interesting to set it apart. There are dozens of things to collect in the chapters, but movement isn't fun, combat isn't fun, and making your way through the maps isn't fun, so they created a semi-open world that you just don't want to be a part of. It has a more modern (and rather good to its credit) upgrade system, but that's the only hint of modernity on display. It's so clunky and poorly put together that it feels like a game made ten years ago. Frank constantly gets caught on objects, can sometimes climb objects but other times can't, gets caught in animations, can't interact with something you're right in front of but if you turn around and walk away then you can open it, sometimes just can't walk forward, and has a bizarre turning radius. There were times I found myself having fun (mostly seeing how high I could get my combo counter while driving through hoards of zombies or playing with explosives) only to smack into getting caught on something or stumbling into a situation that almost instantly kills you or the controls not working or any of a number of other problems and it all came crashing down. Frank's camera is now a Metroid Prime style scanner and you get missions to scan things but it's super finicky and gives you the most useless feedback on trying to hunt down which object it wants you to scan.

The core gameplay leans heavier into the Dynasty Warriors style button mashing. There can be hundreds of basic zombies on screen, but they're never interesting or fun to fight. Every encounter with the evolved zombies plays out the same way and every military fight just has you constantly rolling towards whatever enemy is shooting you the most. There is sooo much gun play in this one. Ranged enemies are ludicrously powerful and humans are ridiculously resilient (like taking multiple RPGs, having to run over a person five or six times, punching them several times while wearing a mech suit, and hitting them with an axe while wearing a mech suit only to have them stand back up levels of resilient). It's just not fun and Dead Rising should not be a third person shooter, especially one this bad. DR4 has the same tedious inventory management and weapons breaking, but the game is super finicky about picking things up so restocking is a pain.

It's also rather buggy. Watching enemies warp in and out of cover, fly through the air, or rapidly change position like you were playing a laggy online game is a common sight. A boss glitched out on me and I spent 15 minutes trying to follow the game's instructions on how to hurt it before giving up, looking up a video walkthrough, and then realized the boss was stuck in the level so I couldn't kill him and had to restart from the checkpoint and do the entire fight all over again. I had the same thing happen a few times with enemies that were part of missions, but they thankfully were never mission critical so I could just leave trapped and twitching in parts of the level. Multiple times, I had cutscenes fail to load so I was stuck on a black screen. If you mash the buttons on your controller, it eventually loads.

The PS4 version includes the DLC that at least makes things different, making you immune to zombies and giving you powers, but then it takes that away from you, imposes a strict time limit, makes you vulnerable to zombies again, takes away the ability to drive, and locks upgrades behind godawful side quests and challenges. Dead Rising should be the Saints Row to Resident Evil's GTA. I want the wacky, fun zombie game that makes me overpowered and opts for the “make the game more fun for the player” choice every time. Give me unbreakable weapons. Give me a better inventory. Let me have dumb fun and experiment with ways to amuse myself with the zombie crowds and playing around in the mall. As it stands now, it's not scary enough to be a horror game, it's not funny enough to be a comedy, and the controls, missions, and world aren't good enough for it to be a competent action game.

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livplots · 6 years

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TIME TO DISCUSS BILLY HARGROVE!

Hey there! Well, I’m here today to talk about an important thing. I really wasn’t going to because I preferer to stay away from this kind of hate that I’m probably gonna get, but also I’m pretty sure people have to learn some stuff, some basic stuff about life that they clearly don’t have so I’m here to help. First of all, I’ll start using Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things because a lot of people are discussing about him.

Billy is a teenager with A LOT of angry issues, he’s a bully, he’s mean, aggressive, a dick… well, you know. He has an awful father and is totally lost in life. I see hate to him almost everywhere I go, but the thing is: it’s easy to hate, to point your finger and judge. I can do that too! But the hard part it’s to see beyond that.

There’s a story about a girl, or like a friend said once, a real life Billy Hargrove… aka me! After that I really hope your judgement changes and if it doesn’t, well, then you’ll be the asshole too. I’ll tell you now what made me an asshole, a monster or anything you wanna call. And PLEASE understand that if it wasn’t for those things I wouldn’t become ANY of that.

bellow there’s my text…

Until my tenth birthday I was just this REALLY shy girl. I couldn’t even look someone in the face. But something happened to me and it changed me, this something made the anger grow inside me and because I didn’t know what to do with this anger, I just kept it inside. For years. Three years. I was bullied at school a lot because people didn’t like a shy and quiet girl. It bothered them so they made fun of me, of my weight, of how I looked and every single thing they could or couldn’t. I was still quiet, never said a single word, just listened what they were saying and kept trying to tell myself it was all lies. Well, it clearly didn’t work. One day this guys decided to lock me inside a room and started laughing and pointing to me from outside (some walls were glass) and I just stayed there, shocked and scared as hell of what was happening. What did they want? Me to fight back? Me to scream? Some reaction??? Yeah, I think that’s exactly what they wanted from me. When they let me go I started crying and crying because every single being appeared to hate me there. So I ran until my dad’s car, trying to look normal, but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. That was a fucking mistake ‘cause my dad turned around, looked at me and his face was SOOO full of anger that I wanted to cry even more. He started asking what happened and I couldn’t answer cause I was damn nervous still. My mom told him to stop a thousand times, but it didn’t work, of course, it just made him much more angry. So I got my shit together and explained to them and, believe it or not, it made all worse. He started asking if I was strong or a fucking weak girl, he said that I had to punch all of them in the faces and show that I WAS NOT a girl to be bullied and stuff. That weak people are nothing in life and I couldn’t just cry like a little girl anymore. You can think “oh, he was trying to help you!”. Yeah, right. But it doesn’t end here.

Now let’s talk about my dad. He’s a popular guy at work, everyone loves him, says that he is funny and stuff. Of course they don’t really know a shit. My dad had an asshole father, he beat him almost every day and was a total monster until his very last breath. A shitty husband and a shitty father. Oh well, and you know what they say, if you can’t learn from your past then you are fated to repeat it. And he did it, he repeat it all. He was, just like his father, full of anger inside and where do you think he was throwing that anger? Yep, me, his daughter. I am shitty at math, you know? And he is just great so my mom always asked him to teach me, but he had no patience to teach, not ME. He kicked me every time I said something wrong, called me stupid and dumb and looked at me as if I was a real damn shame. You know, that’s not good for a child, especially for a completely shy child. I couldn’t be there, be strong, so I always asked him to let me go to the bathroom and there I started crying and asking what did I do wrong for making he hate me so much.

Now coming back to my school. Remember? Locked in a room and stuff. Well, after that day I was enough. Enough of my dad, of my school, of everyone. And what did I do? Pressed the FUCK OFF button and said NO MORE for all this shit.

Let’s say that I let all my anger out and it was A LOT. One year later even the tallest and strongest girls and boys respected me. But also I started fighting with every single one who said anything that I didn’t like. I couldn’t raise a hand and the person beside me immediately cowered, afraid that I could punch him/her. That was the level I became. And I was only fourteen! When I moved to middle school it wasn’t hard at all being popular. Some people loved the fact that I was this badass. Everyone feared me, some respected me, but some hated me also. But what was wrong? I became everything they made me, everything they wanted me to be and people STILL hated me?

Then someone happened. Someone who could be abble to see beyond the anger. This person spent the entire year trying to make me see that I could be better, that I became everything I hated the most in life. That I became a bully, an aggressive person, an ass and of course, my father. He stood up for me, but I pushed him away again and again, because I was too afraid to face myself, to face in the mirror the person I became. He was kind to me, he saw hope when everyone saw damage. Unfortunately life happens and when the year ended and I decided to give myself a chance it was too late. My dear friend got tired of trying to help a girl that just screamed and punched him. I lost him, yes, but I found myself. In the middle of all those shit there I was, still shy and scared of the world. I had to face all the stupid mistakes I made, I had to face all the people I hurt, some of them forgave me, some didn’t. But most of all I had to forgave myself. It was a long and tiresome process. It was easier to become a monster than to kill it. And four years later I was able to look back and see how far I’ve came. Today not everybody loves me, there’s not those glory and popularity anymore, but it’s totally fine cause I’m me, I’m FINALLY me. I figured out who I was and who I, not any other, wanted me to be. Today I still have to face my fathers DNA in myself, but I refuse to accept it, I fight every day against it and I’ll fight forever if I have to. Today I still have a lot of anger problems, but now I know how to deal with them. I’ve helped a lot of people with the same problems as me and today I’m real and most of all, I am proud of me, proud of what I’ve achieved. So the point is, it only takes ONE single person to make a hole life changing. This guy I’ve met changed me forever and forever I’ll be grateful for it. Thanks to this ONE person, I’ve had the opportunity to change other people too. Just because you see someone as a monster, an asshole or something doesn’t mean it’s the person total fault, you know? I’ve faced my own monsters and demons and thanks to that I changed the greatest monster in my life, my father. Yes, he’s still an asshole, but not that agressive anymore, I stood up for myself ans talked to him, I changed him. Today he may be still rude as hell sometimes, but we get to life together, we get to love each other and not to hurt.

All I ask is to you, the person who’s reading it, be the one person who sees beyond, who sees hope in damage, who wants to help, who wants to change for better. Please, you have the power to change someone’s life, to save someone. Not it terms of death, but in terms of inner demons. Billy Hargrove was a victim of abuse just like I was and he became this person because he was lost and no one ever cared to find him. I’m NOT saying it’s ok to be a bully, to be total agressive, mean and rude. IT’S NOT! But if all you’ve known all your life was only bullying, aggression and that stuff so that’s all you know how to be. He doesn’t even know that there’s a better way, a better choice, a better life. I stand up for this guy and people like him just like someone stood up for me. They deserve to know they matter.

And talking about problematic characters, there’s a bunch of them out there, but let me tell you about a special one… STEVE HARRINGTON! Yeah, the guy everybody loves, but don’t forget he was ALSO an asshole, but he changed. Change is real and can happen, all it takes it’s someone to believe it.

p.s.: I just wanna thank sooooo much to this beautiful human being, my dear @dameronhoewrites , who is one of those special people who sees beyond. I’m really grateful to meet you and your golden heart. Thank you for that. As I said already, the old me is happy to know there’s still people like you out there.

#{ liv's bla bla bla }#ta grande mas veio do core #bjs bjsss #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #{ get to know liv }

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bunnyandrabbitkpop · 6 years

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The Final Warning pt.6

Bangtan & reader (only bangtan pov)

Gender: Horror, a bit of supernatural (feels like quite a lot finally), kind of Until Dawn AU

Warning: swearing, mention of blood and death (and smoking)

Summary: What was they supposed to do when they accidentally killed there childhood friend ? They were terrified and panicked but maybe they didn’t took the good decision… Now there trapped in their worst nightmare…

Lenght: 3k (sorry it’s so short...)

A/N: Hi guys ~ I’m so sooo sorry for this looong wait, my studies took all my free time and it was very hard to do all at the same time, but don’t worry, I don’t stop wrighting, even if it’s taking quite a long time, I’m not stopping this fanfic, I love it to much to do so ! I will take quite a longer time to post and be far less active (I know I already wasn’t very active but well) but it’s for a greater good ! Because I have a very very big project for you guys and I would be so so soooo happy if I mannage to do it ! It will be so big ! But it will take probably a very long time, like few years before I can be able to start the final project, and I will need you in the futur guys ~ Hope there’s some boys among you ;) But I’ll talk about it later when it will more concrete ! Hope you like this chapter full of drama, take care to keep your tissues at hand ! Enjoy ! ♥♥

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pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

Seokjin pov

Where could this message come from ? It was literally impossible, so how ? I read the sentence at least ten times, just to process the fact that someone used Y/n's phone and succeed to send me a message. Too eerie for my liking. And... what does that mean ? Bad kids should be punished... I have a bad feeling. Is it possible that someone know about what we did ? That someone wants to revange her ? We did pretty bad things to her. But who would do that ? Could it be...

I was thinking hardly but something dragged me out of my thought. A scream. I jump on my feet, alarmed. It came from upstairs and it was clearly Jimin. I started to walk toward the stairs and see on my way Jungkook coming out of the sanctuary and Namjoon and Yoongi... coming in the house ? I stopped in my track, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed.

"Where the hell do you come from ?" I said to them in disbelief.

Yoongi gave me a glare, already on the stairs. "I don't think this is important right now." He said before continuing his way up.

"Close this fucking door Namjoon." I snapped at him before he could follow Yoongi. I look back and saw Jungkook coming toward us. "Jungkook watch over Hoseok." No one alone and the boy don't seem to want to move. Jungkook, otherwise, seemed pretty disappointed but I didn't pay much attention to him as I run up the stairs.

I walked toward Tae's and Jimin's rooms where I assumed they were and stopped for a second when I saw Jimin on the ground and Yoongi facing Taehyung's room. I rushed to Jimin's side and grabbed his shoulders.

"Jimin are you ok ? What happenned ?" I asked him. He seemed totally horrified.

He slowly raised his arm, shaking so harshly I thought he would passed out. He pointed at the door and I turned my head to that direction. I felt my stomach violently twist at the sight in front of me and I had to hold back the sickness before spewing my guts. I immediately hugged Jimin, hiding his head on my chest to block his vision. I couldn't let him see that longer. I felt his hands grabbing the back of my shirt as he started to cry loudly. I slowly rubbed his grey hair to comfort him a bit, even if I perfectly knew it wouldn't be very useful.

Yoongi was standing in front of the door, his back facing me but I could guess his expression according to his balled fists. I also noticed Namjoon beside me, his hands covering his mouth and his back lying on the wall to help his shaky legs to support his body.

"What's happening ?" I heard a very familiar voice said. I turned my head and saw Jungkook coming to us, Hoseok following him.

I wanted to stand up and drag him out of this before he could see anything but Jimin was holding me tightly and I knew he needed me so I just staied here, still hugging him. I opened my mouth to talk but Namjoon was faster and he just walked toward them.

"Hey Jungkookie, let's go downstairs ok ? There's nothing here, let's go watch movies until morning !" He didn't seem convincing at all but well... I couldn't blame him for trying.

"What ? Then why did Jimin screamed ? What's happening ?" Jungkook asked, eyebrows knocked together and looking at all of us. "What's happening inside ?" He causiouly said, passing past Namjoon to look into the room.

"Jungkook I told you to keep an eye on Hoseok." I tryed before he reach the door but he barely stopped to answer me.

"And he's right here." He said, pointing at Hoseok who staied beside Namjoon.

"Jeon Jungkook !" I raised my voice, making him stop.

I stared at him harshly, hoping that he would understand, but it was too late, he was already by the door. He broke the eye contact and turned his head to see. I closed my eyes and sighed, not feeling the strength to bear his reaction. I tighten my grip on Jimin when I heard Jungkook gasp loudly, his hard breathing filling the corridor.

"What the... Who's that ?" He turned to me, face completly distorted by a mixture of feeling I couldn't describe. "Hyung, who is it ?"

I just stared at him without saying anything. I actually had an idea but utter this was way to much for me. Yoongi then catched our attention by walking into the room, ignoring all the water and the mud all over the ground. He walked slowly toward the silouette, taking causious steps. My heart was beating like crazy, as if I was the one who was walking in the room. But then, something hit me. I didn't notice it because I did my best to avoid looking at it, but now that I was looking a bit more, I felt an odd sensation of deja-vu. I already saw that. In the forest. The deer. The first deer we saw. The deer I saw with Bogun and Taehyung, impaled on the tree. It was the same method but with some changes. It wasn't a branch here and there was this mask. But they were hang up exactly in the same way. But this time, here in front of us, wasn't a dead deer. It was a human body. Their face was hidden under a doll face mask but I already knew what to expect and it was so horrible.

Yoongi stopped in front of the body, they were hanging at least at a foot from the ground, I don't know where he found the strengh to approch this. But he hesitated. How couldn't he ? He was anxious. We all were because we all wanted to believe that our thoughts were wrong. Everyone was at the door now to look at Yoongi. Even Jimin picked out to see. He was still holding my shirt, each minute tighter. Yoongi slowly raised his hand to reach the mask, so slowly that it felt like hours. And when he grabbed it, his hand clearly shaking, he waited a moment, taking a deep breath before pulling out. And then everything fell apart.

Yoongi let the mask fall to the ground. I heard the heartbreaking cry of Jimin and Jungkook who fell on his knees. The loud sob of Namjoon and Hoseok's hard breathing. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as I hugged Jimin so tight, as if he would vanish. Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

We all knew it but we all wished it wasn't that. Unfortunatly, it was. His blonde hair and Gucci clothes didn't fool anyone. His eyes were still open but he seemed oddly peacful, nothing compared to his expressions this past hours. He didn't seem afraid or expressionless.

I closed my eyes, unable to look at him longer. I couldn't. It was too hard. How could this happened here ? Who the hell did this ? Why him ? He did nothing wrong. He was the most innocent upon us all. But someone killed him with cold blood.

"Namjoon." I finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity, my face still engulfed in Jimin's hair. "Let's go downstairs."

He didn't said a word nor even moved an inch, but I knew he would listen.

"Come on Jim." I slowly put him on his feet before helping Jungkook. "Let's go." I told them and they all moved slowly toward the stairs.

"Seokjin." Yoongi called me and I stopped, letting the other continue. "It's exactly like it, right."

"Yes." I simply answered, knowing that he wouldn't have seen me if I had just nodded since his back was still turned to me.

"Why...?" He asked, voice shaky, but I stayed silent.

"Let's go." I finally said, breaking the silence.

"No." He turned to me and I could saw his red and swollen eyes, his wet cheeks and his trembling lips. I never saw him like that, ever and it hurted me even more. "I'm not letting him like this." He said, turning back to him.

"He's dead, Yoongi." I tryed to reason with him.

He froze. We didn't moved an inch for quite a while, a heavy silence filling the room. I said it without thinking and just utter those three words made my heart shattered into tiny pieces. He is dead. We will never see him again. He's gone and nothing will bring him back. I run a hand through my hair, trying to hold my tears from falling.

"Let's go..." I said in a weak voice, but he didn't listen. Instead, he moved toward him and took the long metallic bar that was keeping him on the wall. My eyes widen at that. "What-"

"Help me or leave." He coldly spoke. "I'm not leaving him like this."

I pursed my lips when I understood what he wanted to do. I slowly approached him, genuinly avoiding the blood on the floor unlike Yoongi who was standing straight in it. But I suddenly bumpted into something. I lower my head and saw a doll laying on the ground. A very familiar doll. I crouched down to pick it up under Yoongi's glare. I met his eyes with a questionnable look. What did this doll do hear ? I didn't see it in ages. I actually though Y/n's mother trough it in the trashes. I didn't remembre seeing it here before. I stared at him and back at the doll. There was something pinned on it's chest. A piece of paper where was written something. Something that I already heard somewhere.

It's not a game for girls.

I lift my head to Yoongi and show him the doll. He took it and read the paper. He stared at me with a frown on his face.

"What do you think it is ?" I dared to ask.

"I don't know." He sighed heavily, putting the doll down on the bedside table. "Let's do this quickly." He said, pointed at the metallic bar. "Be ready to catch him." He grabbed it with both hands and started to pull as hard as he could.

I closed my eyes, unable to see the blood still escaping from he's chest as Yoongi slowly managed to pull out the bar. I heard Yoongi curse under his breath. I openned an eye to see what bothered him and he actually struggled very hardly with the bar.

"Help me." He sighed out and I execute without an hesitation, grabbing the thing and pulling with all my strengh.

I felt the hot liquid running on my hands. It made me felt sick. I let out a sob as we were pulling, and after a long struggle, we finally pulled it out. I quickly grabbed him before he could fall, but I collapsed on the ground under his weight. I kept him in my arms, hugging him tightly as I let my sobs filled the room. He was so cold. I wanted to warm him up, I wanted to feel his heat, to hear his heartbeats. But there was none of it anymore. He was gone.

"Seokjin..." I heard Yoongi's broken voice. "Let's lay him down on the bed."

I looked up to meet his sad eyes and I nodded. I took him in my arms and lay him down on the bed. I kneeled beside him and took his cold hand. It wasn't true. It couldn't be possible. He couldn't leave us like this. He couldn't let us behind. He didn't deserve such fate.

"Who did that to you.." Yoongi whispered, strocking gently his light hair.

I could feel how angry he was behind all this tears and saddness. He was mad, even if his gestures were soft and his expression sad, I knew he was boiling. He slowly caressed his face, closing his eyes for him to enjoy his last sleep. At least he wouldn't be scared anymore. He didn't had to suffer more. I squeezed his hand as Yoongi get up of the bed and took a sheet from the dressing. We both stood solemenly beside him, straight on our feet and head low.

"I'm sorry..." Yoongi started and I stayed silent, crying lowly. "We weren't able to protect you, and because of us... You're not here anymore." He posed, breathing deeply to avoid his voice from shaking. "I wish you were still here. You were always so cheerful, so lively. You were the most innocent and honest person I've ever met, it wouldn't have been the same without you. You were a true friend and you didn't diserve that..." He posed again, but this time, anger was clear in his voice. "I promise you. I promise we will find the one who dared, we will find the one who did that to you and I will kill them myself. I'll make them suffer. I'll make them regret what they've done. I'm gonna avange you so you would rest in peace. I'll miss you dude..." I let out a loud sob as Yoongi slowly cover him with the sheet, stopping just before covering his head. "Goodbye Taehyung, may you find peace." And with endless tears on both of our faces, he covered Taehyung's face.

Jungkook pov

No way. It couldn't be true. It wasn't possible. It was a nightmare, a terrible nightmare. Yes, it's just my brain, I'm gonna wake up soon. This can't be real. It can't be. How could it be possible, it can't happened, not to him. I felt like a million knifs were stabbing my heart, it was so unbearable. My tears were flowing down my cheeks and I could do nothing to stop them. It was like my brain was elswhere and in a blin of an eye, I was sitting on the couch, eyes lost in the darkness of the fireplace.

"It's my fault... It's my fault... It's all my fault..." Jimin's whines filled the room, repeating it continiously like some kind of sinister mantra.

We were all so shocked that not even Namjoon had the strength to utter a word. It was like a nightmare, one we couldn't escape from. I wish Taehyung would come down with his childish laugh and his boxy smile, telling us that everything was just a nasty joke of his. I wish it was just that, but it wasn't, and I knew it the second Seokjin and Yoongi came down the stairs.

They were silent as well, face pale and a dramatic expression set on their faces. My tears fell harder when I saw them because I knew everything was really. We would never see Taehyung ever again. I wanted to scream, let out all my frustration, tear my heart out of my chest to not feel pain anymore. I buried my head between my legs and wrapped my arms around them. I felt like I was going to die. It was so hard to bear. Then I felt a hand on my back, a warm touch, reassuring and familiar. I lifted my head, a glimmer of hope in my eyes, but as I should know, it was just Yoongi, looking at me sadly with his red and puffy eyes. There was no miracle, there would be none. I started to cry again, letting my head fall on his chest and feeling his arms around me made me feel safe.

"It's ok Jimin, it's not your fault. It's no one's fault." I heard Seokjin talking.

"It is. It's because of me. He died because of me. I let him alone." Jimin cried even harder.

His voice broke my heart even more. I couldn't dare imagine how Jimin would feel right now.

"It's not and you know it." Jin tried to convince him but it didn't seem to work according to Jimins state. He wouldn't stop repeating it was his fault, no matter what Seokjin told him.

"Wait." Namjoon suddenly spoke, catching everyones attention. "Stop me if I'm wrong but… if… this happened in the house… Doesn't that mean the killer is still inside ?"

A sudden silence filled the room, even Jimin stopped talking and was staring at Namjoon with terrified eyes. I could notice Jin's deadly glare on Namjoon. No one dared to take a single breath. Then Seokjin brutally stood up.

"I'm going to the basement. This is not gonna happen. This asshole will pay for what they did. I'm not letting anyone else die in this damn house." He angrily said and walked toward the door just under the stairs.

"Seokjin wait !" Yoongi quickly stood up to stop him. "No more split up. What if the killer catch you ? No one alone."

"Yoongi's right Jin, it's too dangerous. They could be anywhere." Namjoon said.

Seokjin stared at both of them with a hard look. "Ok, I go downstairs, I take my father's weapons and I come back is it ok for you ?" He said, clearly annoyed.

"Not alone." Yoongi answered even more hardly. "I'm coming with you, Namjoon, watch them."

Namjoon nodded without an hesitation and Seokjin and Yoongi turned around. But before they enter the basement, Seokjin turned back, pointing at the door. "Take Bogun's shotgun. Just in case." And then he disappeared in the darkness of the room.

Namjoon looked at the gun and quickly took it before coming back at us. He stood before us, straight and tall, looking all around and ready to shoot at any moment. The atmosphere felt heavy again, but seeing Namjoon like that gave me some courage and made me want to be part of this battle. I stood up, firm and strong, and I went in the Sanctuary, ignoring Namjoon's protests and quickly came out of the room, an aluminium baseball bat in hands. I grasped it firmly, standing with all the courage I had in me and with the most assuring voice I could take.

"We're not gonna die tonight. This guys gonna pay for what he did. Were going to show him what it's like to defy us."

Namjoon pov

They were here. The murderer were here, in this house. And now, Yoongi and Seokjin was gone. Not far, but yet, still not here. I stared at Jungkook, he looked so determined. Well, after what happened, I could understand him. I still can't believe it was real. Taehyung… How could this happen to him, him above all of us. I stared at the gun in my hands and my anger grew up every second that passed by. If they dare show himself in front of us, I would not hesitate. I would kill them for what they did, I would make them suffer, I would-

"Ok, we took everything we could." Seokjin's voice suddenly raised, making me jump.

I pointed my gun in the direction, but fortunately, I stopped myself from shouting. Jin raised his hands in a defensive manners and continue to walk toward us. He put the bag he carried on the floor, revealing some arms, mostly used for hunting.

"Didn't expect to see that in a nature reserve." I said while examining the content of the bag. Didn't thought at all Seokjin's mother would allowed that.

"This room is always locked, my mom dont know it's to hide my father's arms. She think it's some kind of randoné stuff and since she hates that, it's pretty safe."

"And how did you get in if it's always locked ?" I was quite curious about this, all this time we lived with an arsenal and we didn't know it.

"Got my tricks." He said with a wink. "Ok so we got two shotguns, three guns and some flare guns. It should be enough."

"Well not at all, we're in cruel lack of ammunitions." Yoongi said while showing two boxes of shotgun munitions and a single gun ammunition loader.

"Well... We can still defend ourselves with that, couldn't we ?" Jungkook spoke shyly. "I mean, We're not forced to be all armed since we're supposed to stay together."

'Yeah, but we have to defend ourselves, if someone get separate, he must be able to fight back." Yoongi said back.

"There's everything we need in Boguns cabin." Seokjin muttered. "We need to go to Bogun's cabin, there're enough arms and munitions to support any raid."

"I'm going." Yoongi proposed.

"We said no one alone, dont you remember ?" I spat, maybe a bit to harshly but it didnt seem to affect him. "We're all going."

"With those two over there ? Do you really think they"re able to walk in the forest and fight back if there's any danger ?"

"Yoongi's right." I glared at Seokjin who followed Yoongis opinion, even if he was the one who proposed to stay together.

"Ok, but you're not going alone."

"I'm going with him." Jungkook cut me off before I could propose myself. "It's better if you two stay with Jimin and Hoseok."

We all stared at Jungkook who seemed clearly afraid under his I-want-to-be-strong face. Then Yoongi nodded and pat his shoulder.

"Then let's go, we have to hurry."

"Take care, don't do anything stupid and if you found Bogun… Please bring him back, we need him more than ever."

Yoongi nodded and took a shotgun and a box of munition. Jungkook took a tighter grasp on his baseball bat and they both crossed the front door, disappearing in the dark.

Seokjin finally closed the door when the two of them were out of sight and turned back to go in the living room, but he suddenly stopped, face livid. I looked at him then where he was staring, ready to react if the killer was here but there was no one. Literally no one.

"Where are they…?"

#bts #fanfic #bts fanfic #jimin #suga #v #rap monster #jin #jungkook #jhope #hoseok #namjoon #yoongi #taehyung #bts scenario

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btsxlami · 7 years

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📢LISTEN 📢 UP📢 ARMYS📢 HERE ARE 23 UNDERRATED ¿!MORE!¿ RAP MONSTER TRACKS THAT YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY POSITIVELY SHOULD CHECK OUT by @btsxlami

Hey guys its your favourite Namjoon promoter here again a.k.a LAMI! My last post got a lot of notes so whoop whoop and included my personal favourite 23 Namjoon tracks which you can find here

Part 2 of my underrated Namjoon series.

Here are 23 more bc damn Namjoon has a lot of fcking songs!

Disclaimers: (HOLD UP IF THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME SEEING THIS I SUGGEST YOU SEE PART ONE)

1. i will include tracks that Namjoon covered

2. I will include tracks that Namjoon featured in

3. I will include tracks that I personally feel the need to be well known *so no I won’t put expensive girl even tho thats my shit*

4. This list will be a bit more laid back since I covered a lot of the most important songs in the last list sooo

5. since i covered his best and most “important” tracks in the last list theres not many left but ill probably include his REALLY early like pre debut fetus tracks with his underground rapper friends, tbh I personally don’t think they are the best but you can definitely see how he grew and where he started from

6. enjoY! and reblog kekeke

7. THIS IS A LONG ASS LIST AND I FUCKING ANALYZED EACH SONG SO I EXPECT YALL TO READ AND APPRECIATE NAMJOON GODDAMIT

8. you can always go to BTS’s official soundcloud for unofficial official tracks yeet

9. titles with stars are ones i recommend ( i should of done this for part one yikes)

1. Voices by Rap Monster ⭐

from his first 2015 mixtape RM > Check out the full album here >> X *you can refer to more mixtape songs in my previous list

I feel as if this song is the closest a fan can get with Kim Namjoon. Just listening to it you feel a bit relaxed and almost a bit sad when you start listening to the first half of the song. This song reflects a person’s tender emotions and voices that run inside of someone’s head when they are confused. I remember listening to this 2 years ago and towards the end Namjoon starts screaming out all his pain and I started crying. C R Y I N G

Namjoon had a really smooth life up until he started pursuing hip hop. He was a beyond smart student and had a happy family so why the hell would he be depressed? He had his whole life ahead of him right?

But this lyrics totally breaks that facade down

“ I didn’t have any dreams just like my lyrics, every day in that way the functions and equations that couldn’t give me an answer in the end those things became uncountable injuries “

Despite having such amazing grades Namjoon did not know what the hell he wanted to do with his life, he didnt want to go into something academic despite being good at it, he was lost in life and his academics could not make him happy but instead hurt him even more.

“ thought I could catch the mirage known as happiness but the me in front of my desk wasn’t happy even for a moment without my mom knowing, I put a sheet of white paper between the pages of my workbook “

This verse totally broke me apart. He wanted to be happy while being in school but school sure as hell did not make him happy. His parents looked up to him as some smartass freak but without them knowing he started writing his own lyrics to cope with his hardships.

“my identity that I wrote down matched to the drum and bass a different, relaxed feeling compared to when I got my report card even when I was #1 my heart couldn’t relax”

The music brought out his true inner feelings, music brought out his true personality rather than when he was almost robot like studying with no self-identity. Despite being number one in class he still felt an emptiness that only music could fill.

“even as 7 years passed... still making my mixtape by myself in one corner of my room some say I’m fake, okay, I admit it, my dark past I can justify it, but I won’t, so that kind of problem won’t happen again the pedal that I stepped on for 7 years has finally been oiled “

Namjoon has been writing music and tried to get recognition for 7 years, despite Bangtan getting fame he is still lonely writing his own mixtape in a dark corner, kind of pathetic ehh idk, in his mixtape interview his dark past was his problematic sayings and actions. He felt the need to appropriate culture in order to rap. He then figured out that music and culture had nothing to do with eachother, music is for everyone. *I’m fake*

And finally after all the hardships after 7 years he is finally started to receive praise and attention!

2. WE ARE BULLETPROOF PT.1 by: Rap Monster, Supreme Boi, and Iron ⭐

Composed 6-7 years ago when Namjoonie was about 15 or 16 THIS SONG IS FUCKING BOP.

2 of Bangtans were also first members are featured here: Supreme boi (yall probably familiar with him) and Iron! (i hope iron never affiliates with Bangtan ever again tho we dont need a criminal around them yikes)

3. Hook by Supreme Boi, Iron, and Namjoon (also the track used in Yoongi’s all i do is win)

Extremely old and pre debut, but old is gold

Probably one of Namjoon’s only ‘diss’ song, he usually doesnt diss others while he raps tbvh

4. Seventeen by Rap monster

I FEEL LIKE I SHOULDNT MAKE FUN OF HIM BC 15 YEAR OLD NAMJOON AT THE TIME WAS PROBABLY REALLY PROUD BACK THEN BUT HE LOOKED SO FUCKING FUNNY BC DAMN THAT HAIR AND HIS VOICE SOUNDS LIKE A CHIPMUNK BUTHUSDHUFUFSUD

5. SKOOL OF TEARS By: Rap Monster, Suga, and Jin ⭐

Absoloute MASTERPIECE! FIRST OF ALL THE ORIGINAL TRACK IS FROM SWIMMING POOLS BY KENDRICK LAMAR AND I LOVE KENDRICK! SECOND, THE RAP FLOW SOUNDS AMAZING NAMJOON IS GOING SO HARD AND DAMN YOONGI BACK AT IT AGAIN! ALSO CREDS FOR BABY BOY JIN FOR SOUNDING SO BADASS HERE BUT HERE IS WHY I LOVE THIS SONG!

I think its absolutely amazing how Namjoon especially writes song towards youth suffering in school, it takes a lot of guts to write against a society that has been around for decades.

“ This is a ring called a classroom This is a stadium with no referee only an audience You know there will never be a victor everyone will lose There will be no victor everyone will lose”

“ That’s right, in the end school is like another mini society A jungle made carelessly by adults They made the weaklings weak, they made the strong powerful Of course since they were strong they made the weak suffer A society built on the teachings that friends are only for pretend The morals of adults made us step on the weak to rise to the top “

Its clear to see that Namjoon has suffered in school but also isnt afraid to address the truth.

6. Expensive girl by Rap Monster

( I FUCKING DISCOVERED THIS SONG WHEN I WAS LIKE 11-12 AND I NEVER WANTED TO PUT THIS HEAR BUT YALL LIKE FOUGHT ME TO ADD THIS TO THE LIST GODDAMIT I HATE YALL I GOT LIKE HATE MAN OKAY)

“Take it off now girl just take it off (I’m a master, baby with your bra)Take it off now girl just take it off (I can help you slide those panties off)(..I’m a beat that pussy like you never ever felt before)x2″

7. Converse High (original version SUNG by Rap Monster)⭐

Yall probably heard Bangtan’s Converse High but here was the original version written by Namjoon that was rejected bc of the swearing omg damn joonie, BUT HE SINGS SO BEAUTIFUL IN THIS YESS

(funny story in seventh grade when this came out it was the last day of school and i requested my teacher to stay after school late so i could finish listening to the whole thing)

8. Suicide by Rap Monster

Rapmon wrote this mixtape in the point of view of a baby in his mother’s tummy. The baby’s parents are high school kids who are forced to go through abortion.

*this song was deleted bc of copyright and also the source of it is unknown but hey ITS IN ENGLISH AND DAMN NAMJOON RIGHTS DEEP SHIT*

(tf is namjoon doing u good)

9. What am I to you by Rap Monster from the 2014 Dark & wILD ⭐

if you DONT KNOW THIS SONG I SUGGEST YOU RETHINK YOUR LIFE DECISIONS BC LOWKEY HANDS DOWN ONE OF THE BEST INTRO’S TO A OFFICIAL BTS ALBUM (gif is from the live ver of this song and he started crying ok)

So Namjoon used to have a girlfriend who “mistreated” him. Tbvh we really don’t know what happened but on problematic men he said it wasnt anything serious it was just she would neglect him and not spend enough time but also hang out with other men.

(gif aint mine so gif blogs dont come at me)

But clearly the lyrics of this song are very emotional but the real reason why this song is a masterpiece is because of the rise of emotions.

It starts off slow and cute, Namjoon mentions how he loves the girl and how their love is pure and innocent, throwing cute love phrases and the song sounds so soft, hopeful, and romantic. But in the middle the music starts to get more serious and Namjoon starts to question the relationship. He feels as if the girl thinks of this relationship as more of a task and a job, and slowly as the song comes to an end NAMJOON STARTS FUCKING SCREAMING AND BELTING! ALL THE EMOTIONS BUILD UP AND HE STARTS SCREAMING “WHAT AM I TO YOU GIRL WHAT AM I TO YOU I DO LOVE YOU CRAZY UH DO YOU” LIKE IT WAS SCARY I WAS CRYING IM LIKE NAMJOON WHO TF HURT YOU

10. Always by Rap Monster ⭐

This song is more recent and farely well known but I still felt the need to put this masterpiece here. Namjoon said not to worry about him as the lyrics are really sad and almost ???SUICIDAL??? but he said he wrote this when he was stressed last year. Its kind of a self questioning song about life and your purpose. I cried when it came out. well i always cry when i listen to namjoon is it a surprise.

I'm honestly in tears because this song goes to show how hurt Namjoon still is even after all these years. Even after all these awards, fans, and accomplishments. Depression still hurts after a long time. I can tell that this song was talking about his past. This song literally made me realize Namjoon was questioning his existence and I wanna hold him so badly. Guys...we could of lost Kim Namjoon. My absolute favourite human being in the entire world who saved my life. He is a human being who does not deserve such pain but I am so proud he endured it so well and look how far he came. One of my favourite verses "I live for the sake of understanding this world, but why hasnt the world tried to understand me atleast once" Its a really vague phrase which is why I like it. WORLD could mean destiny, fate, life, even parents. He tries so hard to accept his life, to understand his parents wishes, sacrificing his own happiness yet fate decides to only give him the worst. "Dad please listen to me" "dead dad, your dead to me," Talking about how his dad wouldn't let him rap. I remember him mentioning that his dad once told him all that education he worked hard for was for nothing and I can’t imagine how sad Namjoon felt in that moment. "I would tell god if I ever meet him, i would hold him by the collar and tell him this life is like a coffee I never ordered" A pretty sad and a bit confusing verse, maybe leading to why Namjoon eventually became an atheist. Namjoon was in so much pain he didnt want to be born. "I wished I was dead...... I wished “Someone would kill me" No Namjoon never utter such words. My joonie mini I hope you are better and hopeful now, look at how far you came, your so successful and loved, and you made your family proud. Dont ever doubt yourself and even think about death, just keep living happily and moving forward. He honestly felt lost in this point of his life and still continues to feel lost. Namjoon you have such in important role and your existence was destined. You were born for a reason. You were born to change lives.

11. J-Lim ft. Rap Monster & Iron - Ashes

12. TIPSY BY RAP MONSTER & SUPREME BOI

Namjoon wrote this in the beginning of his rap career when he was still trying to find where he stood as a rapper. He mentions how he isnt doing this for the fame or money and he isnt the next Nas or Tupac he just wants to rap for the love of it.

13. Rap Monster of 방탄소년단 (BANGTAN),Supreme Boi,i11evn,Marvel.J - You can't do that

*i suggest you skip ahead to 1:30 for namjoon fire verse, shade intended*

14. RAP MONSTER of 방탄소년단,Suprema,Marvel.J,Kyum2 - Rollin

I also recommend you to skip ahead to 2:40 BC DAMN BOY GOES HARD

But tbvh pre debut namjoon squad (supreme boi , young jeezy, iron are hella problematic and say the n word in this and still do so im like yikes im happy nam left you) “ They pissed, now rape me" bitch whet

yeah im just here for namjoons verse bye

imma mufukin balla on this mufuckin beat spit mufuckin rap on this mufuckin shit got mufuckin skill so im mufuckin phat its mufuckin trick and a mufuckin track i i bet you betta stop stopin da chatter im a rapper man, and i represent BPB im juss so greater than hoes

15. FUCK COCKROACHES BY RAP MONSTER AND ZICO *THIS IS SO FUNNY*

Zico was 15 and RapMon was 13 when they rapped this, Namjoon sounds like a chipmunk BUT ZICO SOUNDS LIKE JIMIN I STG!

16. Rap Monster- Thinking Bout you

Joonie Mini Representing Biggie smalls eyyy!

17. Glory By Rap Monster

"I'm a dick? Yeah, when you disturb me, I grow bigger" SO FUCKING DONE

*there was lowkey lowkey controversy bc he said he tore 4 hymens BUT DETECTIVE LAMI FIXED IT*

In the beginning Namjoon says that people looked at him pitifully because he joined BTS, the Underground rappers were disappointed with him which led the Underground rappers to leave him, which has ripped his hymen. Not 4 hymen of random girls. 4 and "I" sound the same in Korean

it's a bit weird but in this case he is talking about himself all the hate people showed has ripped his hymen symbolizing his innocence for music.

18. NAA BY RAP MONSTER

tHE ORIGINAL BEAT WAS DEUCES BY CHRIS BROWN I WAS DYING

19. REGULAR VOICE BY RAP MONSTER ⭐

A really sweet and open-minded song about Namjoon wanting a “regular girl” “Height? I don’t care. Age? I don’t mind it. When you say, “I’ll only look at you” then I’m okay. Whether your skin is light or dark it doesn’t really matter, our love is deeper than that. “

I feel as if idols are pressured to have certain ideal types and say them out in the open, Namjoon had bad influences around him *underground rappers* which also influenced his negative sayings towards certain things but he wrote this song all alone at a young age which shows that his intentions are pure, and ever since he apologized for his wrong doings you go joon.

his voice sounds like sex

20. DREAMING BY RAP MONSTER

FETUS CHUBBY WTF HAIR NAMJOON IS BACK

okay but seriously you can see that despite being young he put a lot of effort and thought into this song!

21. RAP MONSTER of 방탄소년단 feat.김거덕 - RAP

22. 130305?? THIS TRACK IS UNTITLED BUT IT SOUNDS SO EPIC TF

23. Trouble by Rap Monster 🔞 🔞

OKAY IM BARELY AROUSED BUT THIS SHIT ACTUALLY HAD ME SOAKED IM SORRY GOD LIKE ITS SO SUGGESTIVE I STG

HIS SEXUAL FANTASIES I STG

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