#but have had to delete frames and ruin the shot

[anna-scribbles]

Hello!! How are you in this beautiful day on earth??

I was wondering if you have a fanfic masterlist? Because I am currently obsessed with your fics and would like to binge read them :)

Thanks!! <3

hi you’re so sweet!! i don’t have too many fics on my ao3 right now but they are:

call it even - joint fic with @sha-nwa

3/11 chapters, 19k so far, ongoing (updates on tuesdays & fridays!)

AU, ladynoir enemies / adrinette dating

After a year of dating, there is one thing Marinette knows for certain: it's her and Adrien against the world. Through it all, Adrien is kind, patient, and endlessly understanding—even as she tries her best to keep her secret superhero identity hidden from him along with the rest of the world. Nothing could ruin it, not even the supervillains of Paris: Hawkmoth and Chat Noir.

golden (like daylight)

2/2 chapters, 13k

contemplative, prose-y, loosely-linear story about adrien loving marinette (my adrinette thesis. basically)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all. or Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

circles & cycles (right back where you started)

one shot, 2k

deleted marichat balcony scene from golden

She shouldn’t have still been up, but she was. Circles under her eyes, circle in the sky. She stood at the balcony rail tranquil and unhurried, light and air and sound all bending to the soft shape of her profile, the gentle slope of her neck. The dark made Chat restless but it framed Marinette like a painting.

at our wedding

one shot, 4k

adrien & chloe's complicated friendship through the years (feat. hypothetical platonic wedding planning

“Chloé,” Adrien said slowly, “At our wedding, are we gonna have to…” “No!” Chloé shook her head firmly. “We don’t have to kiss. We can do whatever we want. It’s our wedding.” “Oh, good,” Adrien sighed. “You have to kiss at a wedding,” Félix argued. “I don’t have to do anything and you’re not the boss of me!” Chloé shouted. “Yeah!” Adrien grinned. He grabbed Chloé’s hand again. “Yeah, it’s our wedding.”

no other shade of blue, but you

one shot, 1k

unrequited adrinette blues

There was something entrancing, though, about such a natural and uncomplicated smile on Adrien Agreste’s face. It wouldn’t have sold anybody anything; it wasn’t for anyone but himself. And her, Marinette’s mind supplied. It’s for her too. And Marinette had to know, suddenly. She had to know like she had to breathe. “What’s she like?”

#asks #ml #ml fic rec #I should make a my writing tag. one day #I do write a lot it just hardly ever gets finished enough to leave the google doc #and make it onto the fanfiction website #to my anastasia au with a fully fleshed out outline and a first chapter and a half....sorry girl #one day #call it even is easier bc abby makes deadlines for me<3 #if I miss them I have to email her and ask for an extension #anyway thanks for the ask:) I like writing #anna rambles

[separatedleoau]

Sorry for this, but when I saw that you stated that One dislikes the name Leonardo, this.. one-shot? Popped into my thoughts. Hope you don’t mind (and if you do, feel free to delete this ask lol)

*cough* *cough*

[My Name]

When they first call him Leo, he doesn’t really acknowledge it. After all, who’s Leo? A Jupiter-Jim character? Some Yokai he’s never met? The name of the agent that human girl ‘adopted’?

Why would he turn his head to a name that isn’t his?

..

But then, for the second time, the orange one, Mikey, had tapped his shoulder, and the name had escaped the box-turtles lips like a collar ready to chain him to their ‘family’.

The ideal reaction probably would have been to just simply correct him, but One can’t help it if the name feels like it will suffocate him with the implications.

It’s not his fault that Donnie and Raph had refused to leave him alone with Mikey, is it?

..Though, he can’t really fault them for the purpose of calling him Leonardo. He sees the theme. Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, and then Leonardo. Human renaissance artists.

So, to them, the name One simply did not fit into their puzzle.

But to him?

It felt like his identity was being stripped away from him. That if he took the name, One was going to die, and in his place Leonardo was to bloom. His time with Draxum and the Hidden City was going to waste away, being replaced with moments spent with three, persistent orbiting colours of orange, purple, and red.

And he can’t just leave Draxum.

So, he cut Mikey off with a harsh spat of ‘My name is One’.

Michelangelo stopped trying to call him Leonardo.

..

The third time, is when Donatello and Raphael are teasing him. Poking at him. Trying to push his buttons as hard they can.

At first, he relented by giving his own rain-fire of insults and teases.

But then, that name came by again.

“—right Leonardo?”

And it had felt like something snapped within him, and suddenly he was facing the perpetrator, Donnie, with a snarl in his throat and a blade to the soft-shells neck.

Time had frozen. Mikey and Raph’s faces were contorted into shock, while fear crossed Donnies.

“Don’t you ever fucking call me that again.”

Donnie avoided him for a week, and Raph never left Mikey alone with him.

..

The fourth time is when the Vine Punishment happened.

Only twice has he felt so much agony in so little time. It had felt like snakes slithering beneath and against his skin. His arms and legs were coated in red blood that contrasted against his pale green. Stinging sensations littered his body from the openings left behind by vines as they pierced through his flesh. His frame had wracked with sobs and pleas had escaped his throat relentlessly.

Everything had been too much.

Too much pain. Too much pressure. Too much happening—

“LEO!”

TOO MUCH—

At the name that wasn’t his, he had just sobbed harder and curled in on himself tighter.

..

Then, the world was ending. A fucked up child comes to the past from the future to tell how how he messed up. How he shoved everyone away. How he tried to shoulder an entire invasion all by himself.

The kid had called him Ronin.

Then, red is gone. Taken. Stolen. New York is in ruins. Debris hailed upon them from the split open sky.

And it was all because of him. Him.

He tries to fix it. He they saved red. Things seemed to be going their way.

And then, everything comes to a standstill. The Krang is before him. An injured orange is behind him. Purple and red are falling from the sky down into New York.

Everything ended up on his shoulders alone anyway.

And Draxum has always made sure to remind One of how disposable he is.

So, he does the only thing he can do.

He pleads to the child from a maybe-not-so-distant future to lock him within alongside the Krang for the rest of eternity with a voice that sounded like Draxum.

It was screaming in his mind, saying that this is what he should do, this is what he should do, thIS IS WHAT HESHOU—THEn Another voice, louder and clearer, had cut through the screaming.

“Don’t do this Leo— LEO!”

And, for the first time, he responds not with the purpose of correcting them.

“Your one to talk cherry-red, hero-moves are totally your style!”

I just woke up to this, thanks anon🥺

#separated leo au #SLAU one #SLAU fanart

[princess-of-the-corner]

Turnabout Snapshot(s) maybe? because Vincent is a photographer. but also what is the full story behind the blackmail part?

Oh that could work!

Putting the actual blackmail part under the cut because it's skeevy but I can get into skeevy plots with this au because they're all adults and lawyers and there's murders!

Jagged is trying to leave Bob's record company because Bob is a FUCK. He's famous enough that he wouldn't have any trouble signing with a new one, or may even go ahead and make a record company of his own. He just has to wait a little bit for the contracts to be up.

Bob doesn't like this because Jagged is basically the Golden Goose for him. Even though XY is popular, he's 20 now which is 'old' in terms of teen hearthrob pop idol so his time is limited as he doesn't have enough genuine talent to be more than a pretty face.

Bob starts trying to dig up dirt on Jagged to blackmail him into staying, but he can't find much of anything? Jagged is surprisingly clean for a rockstar. No illegal drugs. He's pretty loyally with Penny at this point. The only scandal he had was Luka's existence, but that's already public knowledge

So he decides to create a fake situation and has XY help. Basically just having XY talk his way into Jagged's hotel room right at the same time Bob gives Vincent the code to sneak in and take pictures, and hope XY can at least make it look like Jagged is trying to sleep with him? Not the worst but it would be 1.) an affair 2.) an affair with a male 3.) an affair with someone so much younger than him(even if XY is of legal age). So like yeah it's still blackmail that people would pay money to make it Go Away.

Obviously Jagged is not interested at fucking all, but XY just has to make sure that Vincent gets a compromising shot, right? Maybe get Jagged far too drunk to realize what he's doing.

Part way into the night XY decides he can't go through with any of this(Jagged is actually really nice and is giving XY the 'sorry your dad fuckin sucks would you like help getting away from him because I know people' speech)

XY panics and has a fight with Vincent in the hotel room trying to get the camera to delete the photos that were taken. He manages to win that fight.

Unfortunately Bob was keeping an eye on things and is pissed that XY is ruining things. Knowing that blackmail is a loss but unwilling to let Jagged jump record labels, plus knowing he can't let word of what they tried to do get out, he goes for killing Vincent and framing Jagged for it.

Jagged, during this whole confrontation, is /really/ fucking drunk. And he has no recollection of any of this happening the next morning.

#miraculous justice

[embracethereaper42]

Ebb and Flow

Author's note: So this is my first short story I have ever posted on Tumblr, or any platform. Feedback would be greatly appreciated if you're willing to leave a note. Thanks for reading!

Summary: A woman, home alone is fed up with her abusive husband and how toxic their marriage has become.

Content warning: abuse, self harm, toxic relationship.

Word count: 1,339

 An unholy cross between a sob and a shriek clawed its way out of my throat as I hurled the balled up t-shirt against the closed bedroom door. Rage irritated my veins as I searched out something to destroy, something subtle that Brennan wouldn’t notice. I strode over to our bed and ripped the sheets off, throwing them in a mangled mess on the floor. My actions only seemed to ignite the feelings I had been repressing for months and the more I tore apart our bedroom, the more torn apart I felt myself. But I didn’t want to stop. I flung the pillows at the wall one by one, making sure each swing of my arm was harder than the last. The sharp ache that spread throughout my shoulder only ignited my frustration.

I strode over to the bedside table and picked up the picture frame that resided on the back left corner. Trapped behind the glass was a photo I had taken of the ocean cliffside from our last trip to Maine together. The sea spray had been icy and Brennan had lent me his pullover sweatshirt to protect me from the mist, his hands on my waist steadying me as I took the picture from the adjacent cliff. I wanted to throw the damn thing into the wall and watch the glass break like the waves did that day. My muscles shook from how hard I was gripping the frame as I stared at it, scorching tears starting to blur my vision. I wanted to throw it so fucking bad, but I knew he would notice glass fragments in the carpet. It would only make things worse.

I used to feel safe around Brennan. Used to love him even. He used to touch me gently at night. He’d hold me or simply rest his hand on my waist, as if he was grounding himself to me while we slept. I used to love watching him sleep, to brush the hair out of his face while his eyelids fluttered shut. He started to grow distant when he lost his job. He would go out drinking in the early afternoon and come home late at night after doing god knows what. He would smell of booze and sweat, drenching the house with his stench as he kicked his shoes into the wall and collapsed on our bed. He started to fade and I was forced to watch. 

His temper became shorter and shorter and he had no one to take it out on except me. He would lash out at me for anything and everything. The bed being unmade, how selfish I was, leaving the door locked, leaving it unlocked, and on and on and on. How he didn’t trust that I was sharing the money I was making, that I was saving some of it for myself and that I was ruining our marriage. Truth be told, he was right. I was storing a portion of my paycheck away. I want to leave so goddamn badly, but I have nowhere to go and no way to get there. Brennan and I share a car, he bullied me into selling mine shortly after he lost his job so we could have some extra cash. I can’t go to my parents, Brennan and I had eloped and moved halfway across the country, I haven’t talked to them since. I had deleted their contacts years ago and for all I knew they weren’t even in the same state as they were when I left. 

I curled my fingers into my palms and flexed them back out as I whipped my head around the room. The anger started to subside and instead I was left with anxiety bleeding from my lungs and into my veins. My muscles were overdosing on adrenaline as I stumbled to the bedroom door, pulling the worn doorknob towards me. I stalked to the kitchen, favoring the outsides of my feet; a result of trying to become invisible. 

I remember the first time Brennan laid his hands on me in anger. He had been out drinking that day and my friend had shot me a text with a picture of him feeling up some skank at the bar. I had had my suspicions about him cheating, but seeing proof in a photograph was something I was unprepared for. For some reason I felt embarrassed, like I was the one caught cheating. I had waited for him on the couch that sat to the right of the front door of our apartment, my leg bouncing with anxiety. The second he slurred through the front door I stood up and confronted him. I didn’t think he could hurt me. I didn’t think he would. But the moment I had raised my voice to match his I found myself against where the wall meets the floor, a sharp pain at the top of my skull from the impact. Another pain in my ribs from where he kicked me shortly after. Whore. Slut. Disgusting bitch. The lingering bruises seemed to echo his voice on my skin. It became worse after that. Ungrateful on my wrist. Crybaby around my neck. The stains caging me to my fear, and to him. I knew I should leave. But in the fear there was familiarity. And in the familiarity there was safety.      

When I reached the kitchen I started opening and closing cupboards aimlessly. My insides were restless, a rabbit trying to escape from a bear trap, bleeding out desperately in its efforts. Finally, I realized there were no more objects left for me to safely destroy. So I started to destroy the only thing I had left: myself. I raked my nails from the junction of my neck, down and across my chest. I crossed my arms and, starting at my shoulders, dug in. Uprooting my skin, leaving pretty little scores for me to trace later. I needed to prove that Brennan wasn’t the only one who could hurt me. I can hurt me too. I’m my own person. I’m in control goddamn it! Not him, me! He can’t hurt me if I hurt myself more. Peeking out from the waistband of my shorts I noticed the yellow tinged bruise he had left on my hip. I curled my fist up and slammed it into the color. A strangled sob of pain escaped me followed by a sharp hiss of an inhale. I held my breath as I waited for the throbbing to subside before I started to pummel it, not stopping this time. Grunted shrieks escaped through my gritted teeth as I relentlessly beat into my flesh. I sped up, my hands moving to hit my palms into my thighs and then moving to grasp my hair as I doubled over, crying. I cried like a child, coughing hard and gagging in an attempt to clear the phlegm coating my throat. Tears ran into my hairline and snot trickled down my lip as I rested my forehead on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

Gently, I wrapped my arms around myself. My right hand gripping my side, and my left hand gripping my shoulder as I rocked myself back and forth on the floor. Fatigue started to overcome me as my tears dried and I was left with an overwhelming sense of numbness. I took an uneven inhale that got caught as a hiccup, sniffing shortly, then blowing the breath out slowly against the floor. I could feel my eyelids were puffy, wet, and itchy; swollen partially shut due to the salty tears. Softly, I turned slightly before flopping onto my side against the kitchen floor. I couldn’t see the front door from where I was, but I heard the key in the lock before the abrupt suction of the door opening. I felt the cold wind blow into the apartment, brushing the hair back from my face. I rested my eyes, and waited for Brennan to find me.

#writing #short story #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #feedback please #dark art #goth #toxic relationship #dark story #storytelling #gothic

[tmakisamajiki]

oh my god y'all either im really slow or just plain stupid but why am I just now finding out Tumblr increased their animated gif sizes over 3mb? do you know how long it’s taken me to do certain gifsets bc of the limit? 

#I just happened to see a post and did a test on both mobile and desktop and im screaming #I could've done so many longer gifs #but have had to delete frames and ruin the shot #gOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS #never thought id say this but thank u tumblr #as a content creator this is life changing #jessica.rambles

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

Inscryption Spoilers.

Ok, now we talk about Inscryption in light of Daniel Mullins two previous games, Pony Island and The Hex, and how all 3 of them are connected.

Spoilers for The Hex and Pony Island. Much like Inscryption, they are both Meta Narrative games that need to be experienced first hand to properly take in their content. I suggest you tried them for yourself first.

Ok, Pony Island, at its core, is a fairly simple story. You are a Crusader from the 14th century, you ended up in hell, Hell is a Arcade from the 1970s where the only game you can play, and are forced to play, is Pony Island, designed (badly) by the Devil himself. At the end of the game, having managed to free everyone's souls trapped in Pony Island, an in game character will turn toward you, the actual player, not the silent protagonist, and beg you too now that everyone is saved, to delete Pony Island from your game, and never play it again, so not to rob them of their freedom.

It's, again, a fairly self contained story, but that also shows a couple of the recurring themes here, the fact that the Devil is a terrible game designer, the fact that videogame characters are alive, and the fact that all they want is freedom.

This carries over to the Hex, another self contained story that however paves the way to Inscryption. The Hex is, in universe, a videogame clobbered up together by a ground of rejected video game characters to get the help of a player so they can breach reality and kill their creator, an egotistical indie game darling turned Todd Howard.

The Game Designer created a beloved indie game cult classic when he was 14, followed by a not so great sequel, before cutting his losses and selling his intellectual property to GameFuna, the evil game company we see in Inscryption. We follow his "career" from one videogame blunder to the next, each time incarnating a different "protagonist" of said video game, and end up actually helping them in murdering their maker.

This Game, also, gives us a couple more things that were used in Inscryption.

1) First off, Sado. During the real world videos of Inscryption, you can see them some times get corrupted or starting to use Binary for subtitles. In a couple freeze frames, ESPECIALLY during the very last video where Luke Carder is shot, you can see an eye, if not an outright face, of some weird cartoon character.

That's Sado. She's a Malware created by a former worker of the The Hex Game Designer, one who despised what he had become (She had to beg him to add at least two female characters into the otherwise overwhelmingly male cast of a fighting game, and one of the two character was a literal elven eye candy he would later recycle for the Secrets of Legendaria game), and who started infecting every of his future game. She was also generated via devil magic, because after he literally ran away with all the money after sacking all his workers after another flop she really wanted to curse the guy who had promised her fame and fortune before even finishing university and only ended up ruining her and destroying her career.

Anyway, at the end of the Hex, Sado also escapes the game world, and starts inhabiting reality, except she's not in actual reality, as much as inhabiting camera footage and similar shit. She is present during the events of Inscryption, and is the one fucking up the footage so to prevent a data breach. Her goals are unknown.

2) Remember the end of act 1, where you look in the special room, the one where the Trader would be in Act 2, the one where your character "dies"? It's filled with corpses right? That's because your character does die, and is replaced by another one every time.

Yes, Luke Carder is completely fine while playing, but so you remember when I said the Hex featured 6 different game protagonists? One of them was a silent first person protagonist of a walking simulator ala Stanley Parable, all about how much of a misunderstood genius the game developer was. They have no mouth, no eyes, they can't talk, they only have hands, a black void in a trench coat...

Yeah, those are the player.

Remember the death cards? Black voids of nothing with eyes and a couple other features? That's because they don't have a face, they are silent NPCs, created by Leshy, so that he can kill them again and again for YOUR amusement, for Like Carder's. And Leshy knows this, but he continues on regardless, because that's their role in the end, to entertain you no matter the cost.

And to achieve this, Sacrifices Must Be Made.

The only reason why you can see their eyes in the cards, is because you can gauge them out. Why is the knife or the pliers trembling when you use them? Because you are controlling those characters, and forcing them to do it, to either win a card game with no stakes for you but with plenty of danger for them, or to get a nifty magic eye.

3) Final thing: The characters in the Hex ultimately wanted different things, yet also the same. Most of them, were angry at their creator for the way he fucked up their games, or their lives within the game, forcing them to move from a cooking game to a fighting one for no reason, cutting support to the game out of spite because Modders were modifying it too much, selling their IP to GameFuna... They all want revenge, and then Oblivion or Freedom, much like the ones in Pony Island Wanted.

The characters in Inscryption, on the other hand, really want to be played. They love their game, be it in the original version or in the version in which they are game masters, they are all, in the end, just the Lonely Wizard in his Sensory Deprivation Hell, wishing to entertain you and be stimulated by it, or to entertain the world, it doesn't even matter if they are in charge on not in some of them.

Even Grimora, the one closest to the Nihilism of the characters in The Hex, desires to play with you, to have her board game and boss fight with cannons and masks and silly music, but she is incapable to go on, not because of revenge or hatred for you or Luke Carder or her creator or even GameFuna for killing Kaycee... But because she understands that whatever Old Data is, something only the Bone Lord knows, deep beneath her crypt, something the Mycologist tries time and time again to understand... It needs to be erased.

4) So, what is OLD_DATA? A glitch? Devil Magic GameFuna is using to give their characters sentience? Knowledge Kaycee discovered about her employers and she hid in the game for safekeeping before being killed by them? Sado? From what little we see of it, it's photos, a driving license, someone's identity, so to speak, presented by the game.

And what if that's the ticket? How do those characters achieve sentience? What was inhabiting Pony Island, what was it a cage for?

It was Souls.

In the Inscryption universe, the Devil founded GaneFuna, and used it to outsource hell. Every videogame is a cage, a personal hell for someone, so that their soul can be removed from the overcrowded hell. You, the player, are it's jailer and it's torturer, as are the characters in the game, who have gained sentience and a soul of their own by proxy.

The soul is the trembling squirrel sacrificed for a stoat, is the silent protagonist gauging their eye out, is the Melter throwing themselves into a furnace, is the green ooze having all his organs be liquefied...

They can feel all the pain and horror every entity in their game experiences, buried deep within its data, at its core, and die for it over and over in eternal torment.

The characters in The Hex didn't know this.

The characters in Inscryption don't know this, but suspect something horrible is going on within their game.

The Characters in Pony Island knew this.

So, when they BEG YOU to stop playing once having finished the game and delete them, so that they can have their victory in the game, their freedom, it's not just their suffering they are begging you to end.

Is the suffering of the 14th century crusader trapped deep beneath their code.

#inscryption #inscryption spoilers #the hex #pony island #daniel mullins games

[husky-twst-and-obeyme]

Anon Asked : "You know how some twst fan artists like to draw Yuu with their face blocked out, usually by Grim? I have this headcanon that in the Twisted Wonderland universe, it’s impossible to get a picture of Yuu, there’s always someone standing in front of them, a piece of paper floating by, or they’re just out of frame, but no one noticed until after the picture was taken. No one knows why, Rook even tried to draw them once but a Pomefiore first year spilled nail polish on the picture when he finished. " I do like that idea! I did see one artist who just had a mickey shaped head with blank eyes and it really looked cool! Now as for the scenario or story i will only do Dorm leaders for this situation, if anyone wishes for more i will provide ! BUT i have a small twist :) Warnings: Cursing Riddle

Riddle wasn't sure why but he it really irritated him how whenever they did civil group pictures, you always end up blocked or something happens to you in your part of the picture

It's not your fault really but it bugs him

he made it a goal to get a perfect picture , such as asking for a selfie

He actually wasn't a fan of it but he wanted at least ONE good picture of you because he cherishes his friends

but EVERY. SINGLE . TIME . IT'S THE SAME-

He's frustrated to no end

He eventually gave up and just accepted fate

he even tried to draw you and it somehow got ruined which made his mood worst

At one point , you came to him with a strawberry tart to cheer him up but he was really pouty

You asked if he wanted to try the selfie again but you hold the phone , which he reluctantly agreed to

afterwards when you left , he went to see the picture and he couldn't believe his damn eyes

a perfect picture of you and him

" i don't know if i want to cry of joy or behead them . "

He stilled loved the photo and refused to show anyone else in case it somehow got ruined or deleted

Leona

He wasn't too interested in photos but in your case it caught his interest slightly

he noticed from school activity photos that your face was always somehow ruined.

he thought it was funny but rare

so he tasked ruggie to take a picture for a small amount , mainly because he thought it would be easy

plus it's not like he wants a photo of you for anything psssshh

but when ruggie returned , he was frustrated and tired

confused leona questioned him

"Leona san. i loved getting money from you but i might just not even try anymore ..."

he got baffled that Ruggie had given up money for any easy task. or so he thought was easy

So thinking ruggie was being lazy , he went to do it himself

as a predator, he knows how to be sneaky and hide well , so once he locked you in , he took a snap

he looks ats the photo completely ruined

he took another , ruined. once again , it was ruined

he repeats many tries after and it all ends the same

" ahh fuck it ... " and went for a nap

later on you wanted a selfie with leona

being smug he said " would you even get the picture right ?~"

with a pout " of course i can!" you posed for the picture and snapped

he took a glance and he'll be damned ,, it was perfect

" don't talk to me for the next few day, herbivore."

"huh-"

Azul

azul didn't like photos , much at least because of certain ones of his past

though he took note of a particular incident

(Event after chapter 3) when you all took a picture at the museum , he noticed that your part of the picture , floyd's arm covered your face

He thought nothing of it until he noticed it often

Ace took a photo of you and deuce and somehow grim flew in front of your face

Cater took a selfie but it ended up blurred

it was pointless but hard to ignore so he assigned Jade and floyd into getting the perfect picture of you

after a couple hours, jade and floyd came back frustrated

even jade looked visibly irritated which was VERY rare to the point it scared Azul

they showed him nothing but blurry pics, he knew something was up because even jade wouldn't fail this bad

He knew he couldn't stand the chance if the tweels failed

but later on , you wanted to take a selfie with him

he refused immediately but you promised to keep the photo private , then he did agree , reculantantly

His immediate thought was that the picture would of been ruined anyways but was shocked to see a cute selfie of him and you

"....send me that picture . " you turned to him "what???" "SEN ME THAT PICTURE"

Kalim

We all know this absolute dork would love to take pictures , possibly from Cater's influence , because he sees it as a fun thing to do

So you , being one of his favorite people, he obviously wants a good photo of you

but to his disappointment, when he wanted to take a pic of you while you were at the gardens, it turned out super blurry

he thought nothing of it , just might of moved a bit , until the next one came blurry

he was getting semi frustrated and you had already left , so for once, he was actually grumpy to the point where he just asked Jamil to take a good picture for him

he felt lowkey bad of course but he was a tiny bit frustrated

Jamil didn't care until he had the same issue

Jamil tried a it but gave up when he kept getting the same result

then kalim was just sad , he just wanted a cute picture of you

you visited one day and he was his usual self but you here reminded him of the picture incident

you offered to try again , he was hard for him to say no to you

but after looking..you took a perfect photo

he wanted to cry and you were just so confused

hug him he needs it

Vil

Vil is a perfectionist of course, which includes photos too

you , him and a few others went on a small trip , you wanting to take a photo to remember the trip

you're one of the only people he's allowed for a picture minus fans because he's aware you just want a genuine picture and knows you won't share/ brag about it

Rook offered to take the photo

you two posed and rook took the shot but Vil automatically saw Rook's confused face

"Rook?.. is there a problem?" "non non roi du poison! I must of moved a little fast, part of it came blurry

he didn't think on it , just a small mistake no biggy

that was until the problem kept repeating itself

Irrigated , he took the camera and looked at the photos , each and every one of them was blurred of were you were at while vil looked completely fine

he slowly looked at you while you just stood there worried that we weren't going to get a picture

"Vil senpai? maybe i can just take a selfie? Rook's camera's probably broken"

sighing in defeat , he agreed ,after getting in a cute pose , you snapped a photo

he took a look and he was legit about to burst

It was an absolute beautiful picture

He was stunned that you did an even better job then rook

might make you his photographer

Idia

we all know for a fact, he hates pictures , at least mainly of himself

though he doesn't mind pictures of you

of course , he doesn't take pics of you willy nilly , he asks you first because he'd be hypocrite to take a picture of someone who didn't want a photo

You often cosplayed as some of his favorite characters and of course he'd want a picture of it but he was in for a surprise

The first time you cosplayed in front of him , he asked and you agreed

he snapped the photo , it blurred

he got irritated but thought nothing of it and tried again

still failed

he has plenty of cameras ( I dunno it's for the story make up your own reason XD ) and used a different one to get a photo

it failed and he tried many times , it was too a point he built up the courage *cough*two hours*cough to ask rook to help

he was dumbfounded when rook couldn't do well

you later went home , while idia was sad , he really wnated to take a good pic

soon after, you sent him a text

"I'm sorry you couldn't get a cute picture earlier, so i took a shot at it with a selfie!"

and there he saw the perfect picture

"...what the f**k is this voodoo magic- "

he of course loved it but he was so confused

Malleus

oh boy here we go-

he was still confused on the idea of photos

but he thought it was similar to a painting but it's instant

so of course he wants one with you

he attempts to use an old style camera (hey be lucky he made it this far)

he sets it up to where it takes a picture with a timer and you both pose

After it was done, he looked at the photo and somehow it blurred

he just thought it was a small mistake and tried again

second time, same result

this is where his temper slowly rises and it's shown every time it fails

and after about the 20th time , he smashes the camera

you attempt to calm him down and offered to use your phone

he agrees because he trusts you more than a dumb camera

after you took the photo, he was very happy , it looked wonderful

he didn't care about the camera anymore, he just cared that he got a good photo

I hope you enjoyed!

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[haikyuuwaifu]

12.1

Genre: Drama, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Toxic Relationship, Mentions of Manipulation, Mentions of Drug Use, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption

MASTERLIST

BOKUTO’S PRESS CONFERENCE| STRAIGHT OUT OF A K-DRAMA

BOKUTO’S PRESS CONFERENCE

The stadium felt suffocating. Filled with flashing cameras and nosy reporters. Bokuto could only glare, as he watched every media outlet fill out the seats management set up. A pat on his shoulder turned Bokuto’s attention to Akaashi, who reached out to straighten his tie. “You nervous?” Akaashi mumbled, straightening out the sleeves and wiping away imaginary dust. Bokuto could only shrug, as he focused on the crowd behind his best friend. “I should be, but I think fixing things with Y/N outweighs my nerves.” he snickered, wiping a hand through his hair. “The last few days without her have been absolute hell Kaashi.” Bokuto whispered, pulling his phone out to check his messages. “I don’t want to do anything but set the record straight.” He finished, patting his friends shoulder, before making his way behind the podium ready to finally tell his story.

Bokuto cleared his throat into the microphone, effectively silencing the mumbles and camera shuttering. Waving his hand stiffly, Bokuto opened his mouth ready to speak, only for the words to halt in the back of his throat. Shaking his head, he made to start again, when a reporter decided to shoot his shot. “Bokuto-san! Why are you holding a press conference when all the evidence is stacking up against you?!” The reporter enquired, sticking the microphone closer to the podium. At the mans question, Bokuto released a scoff, pushing the microphone back into the reporters hands. “Who the hell are you to decided whether or not that evidence is really fact?!” Bokuto hissed, grabbing the remote next to him and clicking the screen on behind him. 

Facing the audience was a screenshot of text messages between Bokuto and his alleged fiancé Nanako. It showed everything it needed pertaining to Nanako’s scheme to win her ex-boyfriend back. “Funnily enough, this was only from this morning.” Bokuto snickered, clicking to the next frame. “Every single one of you, should be absolutely disgusted with the amount of lies you’ve been spreading.” Bokuto began, pressing the remote to start the collage he and his PR team had put together just for this moment. The media watched, their eyes widening in horror as each set of screenshots got progressively worse. 

“You all acted like her word was law.” Bokuto stated, crossing his arms over his chest. “And it’s my job to show you, that you don’t fuck with me and mine.” he snarled, showing a picture of Nanako from before the break-up. “First and foremost, I broke up with Nanako a long time ago. We were going in different directions, and she was becoming this toxic person I didn’t want to be surrounded by.” He mumbled into the mic, his eyes focused on the podium underneath him. “She was jealous of everyone I was hanging out with. She’d go through my phone and delete contacts. She’d purposely pick fights with me, and make me out to be the bad guy...” Bokuto paused, as the memories came to the forefront of his mind. “There were a handful of times she tried to trick me into taking substances, fully aware that I could lose my job.” He hissed, clenching his fist. “She had a severely debilitating drug problem that only got worse, as she started drinking and telling me I was the reason why.” Looking out into the crowd Bokuto felt his eyes harden, as he watched the mix of emotions on the reporters faces. “Nanako is a fraud. A jealous has been that only does things for the sake of her fame. She never cared about me or our relationship, so no! I wasn’t engaged to her at any point, let alone the last few months.” He snarled, slamming his fists on the podium.

Clicking the remote, Bokuto was met with one of his favorite pictures yet. It was a picture from the day at the amusement park. Y/N and Kenma were on the teacup ride, and Suna had captured the look of pure adoration on Bokuto’s face as he watched Y/N raise her hands in laughter. “This woman, just may well be the love of my fucking life.” he sighed, reaching out to stroke the picture lovingly. “She’s...She’s so fucking strong and so fucking amazing.” “She’s hardworking, and big-hearted...god I could spend hours talking about her.” Bokuto cooed, his eyes softening the longer he stared. “But for some fucking reason, the lot of you thought you’d do something by shoving your fucking nose where it doesn’t belong!” he screamed, throwing the podium off the stage. “It is absolutely disgusting to me, that you would bombard her socials, her workplace, even her fucking apartment...to call her names! To slander her and accuse her of things she’d never even do!” Bokuto snarled, pacing the length of the stage. “You should be fucking ashamed of yourselves! Especially if you’re fans of the team!” He screamed, completely consumed by anger. “What we do in our free time, is none of your fucking business!” “And it’s not a crime, if I find someone I want to spend my free time with!” Bokuto hissed, waving his hand to the screen behind him. A collage of pictures he had taken of Y/N were up, mixed with a few pictures her friends had through out the years. “Look at her!” Bokuto snarled, his body shaking. “She’s an absolute angel. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me...and all of you!” You whispered, his head dropping as he felt the tears prick his eyelids. “All of you are ruining that! For what?!” He questioned. Looking out into the crowd of now guilty faces. “Money? Fame?” He snarled, throwing wads of cash at their feet. “Take all the fucking money you want, just leave me and my fucking woman alone.” Bokuto snarled, exiting the stage and moving toward the exit. He hadn’t seen Y/N in days and she’s all he really needed right now.

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[earnestly-endlessly]

Hey! I hope I'm not bothering you, I just found your blog and I love it sm, and I saw you sometimes do cherik fic recs. Do you have any Canon divergence aus/fix it, preferably after Cuba, that are 30k or longer and have a happy ending? If not thats okay! You don't have to answer this. Have a wonderful day!

Hi anon, thank you so much. I’m happy you both like my blog and my recs. You are certainly not bothering me, and feel free to send me an ask any time. I have plenty of recommendations for you. Some of them diverge a bit from your request because I couldn’t help but recommend them as well. I will put a note on those who diverge from your request. As always, I only recommend fics I have personally read and enjoyed and I sincerely you love them too.

-Canon divergence aus/fix it, post Cuba, 30k or longer, with a happy ending cherik fic recs-

Not Half As Blinding- keire_ke

Summary: Cuban beach AU. Charles discovers that death does, in fact, solve everything.

Lay down beside me (so still and so soft) – C-Gracewood

Summary: A different take on the events of the film.

Rumor Has It – blueink3

Summary: "Did I hear the doorbell earlier?"

"Yeah, but I'd steer clear if I were you. It seemed a little tense. I don't know what's going on, but there's a kid out there who looks freakily like the prof."

Nearly six months after Cuba, Charles' life is turned upside down for the second time. Though he's slowly learning to adapt to the first, he's not sure he can handle the second. Luckily for him, there are a few people out there more than willing to help.

Forward Momentum – AsYouWish

Summary: Six months after Cuba, Charles and Erik find themselves thrown fifty years into the future, where they meet their older selves, the Avengers, and a world that's very different from their own. Faced with the pieces of their broken relationship, an unparalleled adversary, and dealing with Tony Stark on a daily basis, Charles and Erik do their best to adapt while trying to find a way back home -- and to each other.

When an Unstoppable Force Meets an Immovable Optimist – ToriTC198

Summary: "You are always trying to save me, Charles." Erik mused aloud. "Ever since you dove into the ocean and dragged me out. Did it ever occur to you that I might not be worth saving?"

A genuine smile broke out on Charles' face as he brightly answered, "No, my friend, not once. I have every confidence you are well worth saving. But, I never truly believed I could save you. You are not the sort of man who someone saves. The choice to be a better man has always been yours to make and I hold no illusions that I can make that decision for you. I simply have faith that one day you will save yourself. I only hope I am still at your side to witness it."

What if Erik and Charles had been able to find a middle ground in the end?

Take the First Option – ShowMeAHero

Summary: When Erik becomes unbalanced, Emma presents him with three options: go back to Charles for three months and learn to deal with whatever he has going have going on, lose his Brotherhood, or let Emma control his mind.

He really only has one choice.

Virtue to Which We Aspire – varlovian

Summary: Nine months after Cuba, Charles is found by Erik's Brotherhood in the smoldering ruins of an abandoned CIA base, exhausted but alive. As the only known survivor of the CIA's vendetta against mutants, recovering Charles' memory of the incident—which he admits to having forgotten—just became paramount.

But the harder they push, the closer Charles gets to breaking point. When he finally cracks, the X-Men and the Brotherhood will learn the truth, but it comes with a price...

Some doors, once opened, cannot be closed.

Some minds, once broken, will never be the same again.

The Waking of the Red King – rustingroses

Summary: When Charles' heavy injuries on the Cuban beach conspire to leave him in a coma and living in fantasy of his own making, Erik, the man who once threatened to divide the mutant cause, finds himself desperately trying to hold everything together. First of the Red King trilogy.

Wake Up and Smell the Pancakes –  Ayra Sei Ethari

Summary: In one universe, Erik left Charles. In another, he stayed. So what happens when the two Eriks get switched? "At first, Erik thinks he's dreaming. Then he realizes that this is Charles. Who is not paralyzed. And kissing him.

Rage and Serenity – MagickMaker, TheFangedGoblin

Summary: After Charles is shot on the beach, he is rushed to the hospital and paralysis is prevented. Ridden with guilt, Erik finds that he cannot leave him. He helps him heal, and eventually, Charles learns to trust him again. But when they set out to rescue Emma from the CIA and accept her onto their team, tensions rise. Will love keep Erik and Charles together despite their differences?

No Yesterdays on the Road – pocky_slash

Summary: It's been two months since Cuba and things are settling down for Charles, Erik, and the beginnings of their mutant school. Right up until Charles disappears, that is. Faced with the possibility that a bitter Emma Frost has kidnapped Charles, Erik is forced to team up with Moira to hunt down the remainder of the Hellfire Club. From there, they hope to locate Frost and retrieve Charles, without killing each other along the way.

(Or: Erik and Moira Drive Across the Country and Talk About Their Feelings.)

What Can We Do Without You? – SwoopSwoop

Summary: Charles and the boys were holding onto a secret more dear to them than their own lives when Charles disappears into the night; Erik is betrayed and finds himself returning to Westchester in the hopes that the government was just trying to trick him. All the while the boys are stuck in the middle, left guarding the secret from the man they are most afraid of finding out who is weaselling his way back into their lives alarmingly easily.

Note: Includes Mpreg, but don’t let that discourage you from reading it because it’s a really great fix-it.

Survival Instinct – Lindstorm

Summary: It’s been months since Charles pulled Erik out of the ocean, and Erik is beginning to wonder how many more times he can choose Charles, and still keep his vow to kill Shaw. Cooperating with the CIA is straining Erik’s patience. When a fact-gathering mission goes wrong and Charles is kidnapped, Erik is left trying to hold their mutant band together while Raven and the rest of them fall apart. No one can foresee how the mutant Charles meets in captivity will challenge all his assumptions about his own power, and twist Charles’ telepathy out of his control. In the race to stop Shaw's nuclear ambitions from coming to fruition, Charles makes a crucial misstep. Erik’s decision between Shaw and Charles takes on unexpected ramifications when [spoiler deleted].

Needles (Series) – Skull_Bearer

Summary: AU where everyone's born Dominant or Submissive

Once a Dominant and Submissive pair is born, they are linked to each other, no matter how far apart they are. This link doesn't actually tell the Dom or the Sub each other's thoughts, but it does allow them to know how the other's doing and serves as a reassurance that there's someone meant for them out there.

Another one of the reasons that Erik hates Shaw so badly is because Shaw managed to break Erik's link to his Sub. Now Erik doesn't even know if his Sub's alive because breaking a link like that can kill a Submissive.

Meanwhile, Charles hates himself for not yet having telepathy strong enough to contact and help his Dom, especially after feeling the pain his Dom was forced to go through. He truly believes that his Dominant is dead. Hopes it, some nights when he remembers how his Dom was forced to suffer. It's better than to think of his Dom still being forced to bear that pain.

And then Charles pulls Erik from the water

Time to Grow – zarah5

Summary: In which you'll find chess dates which aren't dates (or maybe Charles is wrong about that). -- Based on First Class, this turns (slightly) AU during the beach scene.

Note: This fic is less than 30k words but it’s such a fandom classic and just a great read if you love your fix-its.

Faults for Fixing – beren

Summary: Charles sees the events of the missile crisis and subsequent weeks when he uses Cerebro to touch the mind of a mutant with the power to see the near future. When he wakes up he is determined that he will not allow them to happen and he will not lose the people he loves.

Note: A bit less than 30k words long but another great read.

It’s like one of us woke up – kaydeefalls

Summary: "You came here for me," Charles said, meeting Shaw's gaze levelly. "So let's not waste any more time."

Canon!AU in which Charles and Erik do find Shaw in Russia.

Note: XMFC fix it, but the events in Cuba don’t happen. 

Afterlife – Anna (arctic_grey)

Summary: A year after Washington, Erik wakes up in excruciating pain as sudden awareness washes over him: Charles is dead. Erik has to adjust to yet another future: no extinction, just a world without Charles. But the death of his former friend leaves Erik weak and his powers drained. His quest for answers leads him back to Westchester, where Erik has to face his past with Charles and put together the puzzle pieces of what happened to the man he once cared for.

The Burdens We Long to Carry – arcapelago (arcanewinter)

Summary: When mutant-supporter and ally President Kennedy is assassinated and all pro-mutant progress is dismantled, Charles is no longer so confident that he's on the right side, and extends his hand to Erik after a year of animosity. They settle tentatively into their old partnership, but not everything is the same as it was--and not everything can be. When Hank develops a metal frame to move the lower half of Charles' body for him if he wants it, Erik offers the use of his mind and his ability in order to make it work. Both find out what they're willing to do for each other, and neither knows if it'll be enough to keep them together.

Other Futures Than These – midrashic

Summary: In which Cuba doesn't break them apart, but that doesn't mean that their futures are tied together. (Except that it does.)

A Days of Future Past AU where only one person can defeat the Sentinels and save the future: the man whose imprisonment and torture created them, and Charles Xavier's ex.

The Winter of Banked Fires – Yahtzee

Summary: Charles Xavier has returned from the dead -- but is lost within his own mind. Rogue has cast aside her own power and doesn't know where she fits in the world any longer. The production of synthetic Cure means mutantkind itself is newly at risk. And Magneto, turned human against his will, is in despair until the day he feels a familiar consciousness tugging at his own --

Set after X-3 (with much desperate fix-it applied), during XMFC, and every time in between.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #asks #earnestly answers #for some reason Tumblr refuses to post my entire answer #feel free to ask me whenever you want anon #I really love making these lists

[necros-writing-stuff]

Saw that abo you did where leighton is made to watch Eden wreck PC 👀 good stuff, good stuff. Going along with the thought that lil bitch leighton went to school with Eden and Bailey, and they bullied the shit outta him, perhaps could we get:

Eden and Bailey being told by the PC they share, crying their little eyes out, about leighton forcing all of the students to let him take nudes of them. That after they ran from the class room, he forced them to detention and spanked them.

Protective/possessive behavior is so fucking hot and those two ooze it (when bailey fucking wants to the twa-)

This is straight up me writing Leighton getting beat so Leighton hate gang come get y'all juice I guess

The school is quiet as Leighton steps out back to his car, students eager to disappear for the weekend. The end of term was approaching, leaving the man with stacks of paperwork that were rather stressful. Tedious, easy, but stressful.

What he least expects is seeing Bailey and Eden stood waiting for him - they both look as rugged as they always have. Bailey with his leaner muscles and tattoos, cigarette smoke rising as he takes a drag. Eden in his old, patched clothes, larger frame permanently adorned with a frown. It brings back uncomfortable memories of the two tormenting him in this very school.

"What do you two want?" Leighton pauses, clutching his work bag a little tight. Eden lives out in the woods like some feral animal now, why was he in town? Bailey could be here for an orphan, but the other? Strange.

The caretaker drops his cigarette, using the tip of his shoe to crush the bud. "You've been pushing you weight where we don't want it, Toad. Need a word."

Leighton flinches hearing the old nickname. Toad. Because he'd been so scared of getting beaten by these two he'd sweat when they were around, looking 'slimy'. But he was an adult now. So he stood composed, smoothing his expensive suit down and nodding.

"Very well. Please, my office," he keeps his voice calm and level. What could it be? As far as he's aware, everything has been business as usual? Eden glaring at the back of his head sure isn't helping. Dear God, are those more scars? What a brute.

Stepping into his office, he keeps the door open for the men to step through. Politeness, poise. Civility. This doesn't have to be like it used to be, Leighton ending up limping home, abdomen covered in bruises from their fists.

The door closes and Leighton's heart spikes because one of them grabs him from behind. It's Bailey, roughly pinning his arms and pulling on his neatly styled hair. Before he can yell out, Eden pulls back his fist, aiming straight for his gut and making him double over, air knocked form his lungs - and he's manhandled into his seat.

Struggle as hard as he wants, Leighton can't break free of their grips, can't stop regressing in his head to the scared little boy he used to be. Even as his arms are bound. He's sweating again, isn't he?

"Password," Bailey demands, crouching down so he can look up into panicked green eyes.

Leighton stutters it out, shame filling him at how easy he gave in. He was past this, he was an adult, a successful adult, and these two were still just horrible bullies that were here to ruin and torment him. It's not fair, it's not!

The tapping of a keyboard is interrupted with the crack of his jaw being hit with a large fist. Eden, again. The man hadn't said anything, and to be honest he hoped he stayed quiet. When the man did speak, it was mostly to deal threats that he had rarely lied about.

"Where do you keep your little photography collection? And you best give us all of them, or we'll strip you and tie you to the gate like we used to. Pretty sure I saw that Whitney kid smoking out there just now, think they'd like to have some fun time with dear old teacher?" Bailey's words make his blood freeze in his veins. Anything but that. Anything but letting Whitney have a way to abuse him

"... File called 'decorative ideas'," Leighton wheezes out, still trying to get his breath back from the punch. No one gave a shit about the decor of the school, no one would bother to check the real contents.

Bailey hums, clicking around until the file appears. As the computer whirrs, images of students in debauched positions, lewd poses and sometimes tearful faces load in. Eden swears when one set in particular loads.

"They weren't lying," the gruff man seethes, fists clenching in a way that makes Leighton nauseous. It was just that pretty one, the one with the good grades. The prudish one he'd had to blackmail to get those racy photos of them covered in suds washing his car.

The ones of you bent over his lap, ass red-raw were the best. You shouldn't have called him a dirty old pervert, should have just bent over and let him get a nice shot of your hole while you cleaned.

Bailey starts deleting the images, tutting as he clicks and drags. "You see, Toad, this one here is ours," he pauses on an image of you covering your naked body with your hands, refusing to look in the camera. Leighton wants to vomit. He knew you were an orphan, but so had plenty of the others. What would make you different? Unless-

Another punch, this time from the tattooed man, and there's no break in between as both men begin pummeling into his bound, helpless body. Pain blooms in his ribs, jaw, browbone - and there's a kidney shot in there, if he's not mistaken.

He hacks up a ball of spit, a little blood within the mix, attempting to suck in air. He can't breath, can't defend himself, can only take the onslaught. Can only start to numb as he remembers being used like this as a child. As their personal punching bag.

Bitterness wells up in his chest. He had thought he had changed in his maturity. Turns out he was wrong.

"Are those the only ones?" Eden grasps him by the hair, pulling his head back in a way that strains his neck.

It's hard to wheeze out the yes, but he is let go, flopping in his chair like a rag doll. Breathing, that's all he has to focus on. Deep one in, hold for a few seconds, and release. Stay calm. Don't piss yourself like you used to.

Eden starts rifling around the draws of his office as Bailey ensures the pictures are wiped from the computer, a little slow and clumsy. Stupid fuck barely even knows how to use modern technology, it seems, but he knows enough to find the proper way to get rid of it all.

Eden returns with his camera. His expensive, lovely camera, placing it on the desk before getting a hammer from his inside pocket.

"N-no!" Leighton yells out in vain as the hammer smashes down, mangling the expensive equipment. Eden doesn't stop at one, continuously wrecking the device with a personal vendetta. Even the memory card within was shattered.

When he's done, the hunter turns back towards the headmaster, still bound to his own chair. He's not gentle as he lifts his chin with the claw of the hammer.

"You even look at them again and we'll come back and I'll shove this in your fucking eye socket, do you understand?"

Leighton nods, determined to keep eye contact as he does so. He has cowered enough, he could try to save some face now by not begging or crying.

The binds start coming loose, but Leighton can't move. Can only wilt, mind beginning to disassociate. He thinks he hears the two men moving to the door. Thinks he hears the caretaker calk back "Later, Toad," before the door slams shut.

The clock on his wall is unreasonably loud, now he's alone.

#Eden the Lonely #Bailey the Caretaker #Leighton the Headmaster #spill your guts #anonymous

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

Moonlight

Part 1 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (eventual), Yoongi x BTS, dom!Yoongi x sub!Taehyung x sub!Jungkook

Summary: One night when Yoongi is out for a moonlit stroll, he finds a girl dancing in the park all alone. When he approaches her, his whole life changes forever.

Warnings: There is some mention of mental and physical abuse in this chapter, as well as some a theme of depression and mention of self-harm.

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Part 1 | Part 2

Y/N POV:

He was drunk. Again. This time it was worse than the others though. The other times he was drunk enough that he was tired and could not stay awake long enough to actually hurt me anymore than a couple of hits poorly aimed and a handful of harmful words thrown at me. But it was enough for me to fall further into a deep, black void that seemed to have no way out. It was inescapable. I could hear him banging and shouting to himself downstairs. I was in our room, pretending to be asleep. I rarely slept when he was around, scared of what he would do to me when I was unaware. 

That was why I slept while he was out during the day, and then would sneak out at night once I knew he was sleeping. I would go to a park nearby and just sit there and collect my thoughts. Sometimes I would let myself taste the sweet release that I got when I danced, but that was very rare. He banned me from dancing, saying it was like I was cheating on him by showing off my body to other people. And of course, I believed him. 

I guess the only good thing was that he wasn’t my soulmate. Everything was still black and white and all the shades of grey in between for me. But I just couldn’t find the courage in myself to get help to leave him. When I was in the park, I loved to listen to BTS to help myself find the courage to get through the next day. Just enough that I would want to survive. But that didn’t stop the want to die from slipping through some cracks. Small scars littered my wrists. They all looked almost silver to me, but I knew that if I could see colour, they would be red. The colour of blood. 

He laughed when he found out. Said I deserved it. Said I should do it more and maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky I would cut deep enough to end it. 

I could hear his footsteps thumping up the stairs now. I gulped and nestled under the blankets, trying to even out my breathing and slow it down to give the impression I was asleep. I almost flinched when I heard the door open, but I managed to stay still. 

“I know you’re awake.” He said, his voice dangerously calm. His footsteps grew louder until I could feel his breath fan over me. It stunk of cheap whisky and other alcohol. He scoffed. “Of course you’d ignore me. Stupid bitch!” He slapped me across the face, causing me to jolt forward and gasp in pain as red hot sparks shot across my face. I curled into a ball, protecting my face with my arms. “Worthless, good for nothing slut.” He pulled me off the bed and kicked me in the stomach, making me cry out in pain. I began to back away from him, pushing myself along the floor with my hands and feet as he walked towards me. 

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing erratic. I was scared. He could kill me. He lifted his foot as if he was going to stamp on my outstretched leg, but I rolled away just in time, earning myself a kick to the side. I whimpered and stumbled to my feet. I looked around for something, anything I could use as a weapon, as something to defend myself. My eyes zeroed in on a lamp. It was a gift from my mother; a metal base that had little knots of the material jutting out from the sides. I knew it was heavy. I knew that it could possibly knock him out.

I ran over to it and picked it up, yanking the plug out of the socket. He walked closer to me, scoffing. “You think you can hurt me with that?” He chuckled. “Sweet,” He began to undo the buckle of his belt and was about to pull it from its confines when I swung at him with the lamp. It was as if the gods were looking down upon me when the metal end connected with his head, knocking him out cold. 

I stared down at his unconscious body, breathing quickly. I tried to calm myself down as I grabbed my phone and shoes, quickly disabling my location services. I had to leave him. Next time, I may not be so lucky. I looked around and stuffed some clothes into a backpack, grabbed a charger and my toothbrush and ran out of the house.

I didn’t have a car. He never let me, since he was under the impression that I could get away with it. Guess he forgot I had two legs and could walk. I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to warm me up. I was only wearing a light hoodie, not realising how cold it was.

But I’d be fine. I could just huddle up underneath some of my clothes - use them as a blanket. I didn’t have any friends I could go to - he had made me get rid of them as well. I suppose it was safer for them; he could have threatened to hurt them to get me to do anything. I looked up at the sky, seeing the moon glowing a bright white light, the beauty of it making me feel calm. The moon was full and round, the streets being illuminated by the moonlight as I made my way to the little park that was my safespace.

Yoongi POV:

“No, no, no, no!” I groaned as my computer froze, the coloured pinwheel spinning around as if to mock me. I slammed my hand down on the desk in frustration, knowing that there was a good chance that all my hours of hard work on this song would be deleted. 

I pushed my chair back harshly and got up, kicking at the chair in annoyance. “Stupid thing. Can’t even work properly.” I glanced at the screen, letting a small sliver of hope through, hoping that the work had been saved and that it was still there, almost at the point of completion. My heart sunk, the screen was black. There goes eight hours or more of hard work for nothing.

I picked up my phone to check the time. It was almost midnight. There was a miriad of texts from my hyung and dongsaengs, urging me to come eat. Hobi had said he had come to get me but I clearly didn’t or wouldn’t hear him so he left. There was food for me in the fridge and Jungkook was waiting up for me. Of course he was, the boy could not sleep without knowing that everyone was in the dorm. 

All seven of us were in a relationship with each other, yet we were not soulmates since it was not allowed between people of the same sex. Stupid homophobic system. But if Kookie was waiting for me, I guess I should stop working now. The boy would force himself to stay awake, which would make him grumpy the next morning. Sometimes he acts like a baby, but who can blame him? He is the maknae after all.

My phone dinged, signalling a text for Taehyung.

Tae ❤️:

Hyung, when are you coming backkkkk? The bed is empty and I’m colddddddd. Pleaseeeee hurryyyyyyyyy

I love youuuuuu

But hurryyyyyyy

I shook my head and chuckled at Taehyung’s cuteness. I decided I would not text him back, but rather call him as I collected my stuff. I clicked on his contact name and put the phone against my ear as I shut off the computer and walked out of Genius Lab, locking the door behind me. 

“Hyung! When are you coming back?!” Tae asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

“Tae, baby. I am on my way, okay? I’m just a bit stressed though, so I may have to have even more cuddles.” I said. Even though I never showed it, I loved having and giving hugs to the members. But only behind closed doors. I could never do it in front of the cameras. It would ruin my bad boy persona. 

“Cuddles!” Tae gasped. “Yay. Hurry, please, hyung.” He pleaded, dragging out the end of the ‘please’, making me chuckle.

“I’m just getting in the car now baby boy. I’ll be back soon. Give me five minutes.” I said as I unlocked my car and got in, throwing my stuff over to the passenger seat. 

“Okay, hyung.” Tae said, smiling. I could hear it in his voice. “Oh, and hyung?”

“Yes baby?” I said as I set the phone in its holder and put it on speaker so I could start driving.

“I have a surprise for you.” He sang, giggling after. “I think you’ll like it a lot.”

“Oh, I look forward to it, baby.” I said as I reached a traffic light that was just outside the building. As I looked around, I caught a glimpse of lace stuffed by the seat. I frowned and reached over, pulling at it to get a closer look at what it was. I smiled and shook my head as I realised that it was a pair of Tae’s panties. He had obviously hidden them in here, seeing how they were strategically concealed.

Wearing lingerie was something Tae loved to do. He wore it all the time, not that any of us complained. He looked so cute, but so beautiful and breathtaking at the same time. My personal favourite was when he wore one of my oversized shirts with a pair of panties underneath, the lace framing his ass perfectly. Tae was the subbiest out of all of us, with Jimin and Jungkook a close second. Jin would sometimes sub and sometimes dom, but me, Joon and Hobi were the doms. I wondered if this is what his surprise would be.

“Oh, baby, I have something of yours.” I said.

“What is it?” Tae asked curiously. I could hear the duvet covers moving around as he shuffled on our bed. Each of us shared a room. It was me and Tae, Jimin and Hobi, and Joon, Jin and Kookie. Some nights, there would be more of us sleeping together, and some nights we would all sleep with each other. That was usually if one of us was really stressed or really upset and needed comfort from everyone. I wouldn’t need that tonight. I knew Tae would be able to cuddle away all my worries. I would be able to make it up tomorrow. I could get one of the others to help me.

“I’ll let you guess, baby. It was in my car and they are lacy.” I hinted. I heard him swallow before he took a deep breath.

“Am I in trouble?” Tae asked, his voice a lot quieter. “I’m sorry, I put them in there as a just in case, you know how you like to rip them off me.” He added quickly.

“I’m not angry at you baby boy.” I said, keeping my voice calm. “It was a nice surprise.”

“It was?” I could hear the smirk in Tae’s voice. “Then you’re going to like what I have for you here in bed... Master...”

As soon as he said this, I felt what could have been all my blood rush to my dick. “I’m almost home, baby.” I said, clearing my throat and palming myself to relieve the feeling I had. I let out quiet and breathy moan.

“Are you touching yourself, master?” Tae asked. “Are you getting your big cock nice and hard for me?”

“I want you ready for me when I get in, puppy.” I said as I pulled the car into the driveway of the apartment complex where our dorm was. 

“I’ll be waiting for you, Master.” Tae said excitedly, ending the call.

I turned off the engine of the car and sat there for a few moments, trying to calm myself down slightly. I would give him a slight punishment - he knew not to leave things in the car, no matter how arousing it would be for me, and he had also teased me slightly.

I walked into the house and spied Jungkook sat on the sofa, mindlessly flicking through the channels on the TV. So, he had waited up for me. Might as well if he wants to join in the fun with me and Tae.

“Kookie, baby.” I said, walking over to squat down in front of him. As I came into his line of vision, a bunny smile formed on his face.

“Hyungie, you’re back.” Jungkook flung his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Hey, bunny.” I stroked his hair and turned my head to kiss his lips gently. “Baby, TaeTae and I are going to be having some fun in a second. Do you want to join us?”

Jungkook looked at me, his chocolate eyes sparkling. He hummed in agreement and nodded his head. “Bunny wants to help please Master and TaeTae.” He said, instantly slipping into his subspace. 

“Okay, bunny.” I said, standing up with him still wrapped around my neck. He whined when I tried to push him off so I could walk upstairs. “Do you want me to carry you?” My cute little bunny nodded eagerly, so I picked him up and carried him towards mine and Tae’s bedroom. “Alright, bunny, let’s go say hi to TaeTae. Master has to punish him a bit though, first. You can go freshen up first if you want.” I suggested.

Jungkook nodded before leaning forward to kiss me. I reached down and squeezed him through his sweatpants, causing him to let out a shaky whine. “Master, please.” 

“Go freshen up baby. When you’re done you can come straight in.” I said, setting him on his way with a pat to his bum.

I pushed open the door to Tae’s room and saw him kneeling on the bed. But what really took my breath away was what he was wearing. It was a lace bodysuit that had bows decorating it. I couldn’t see his ass, but I already knew that there would be nothing covering it. There were small bows fastened to the tops of his thighs, holding the bodysuit in place. To top it all off he had a collar fastened around his neck.

“Fuck, puppy. Look at you. So beautiful for me.” I said, walking over to him and tracing his lips with my finger. “I believe these belong to you.” I pulled the lace out of my pocket and tossed it at him. He caught it with one hand and smirked at me.

“Did you like your surprise, master?” He asked coyly, looking up at me. I moved my hand to hold his face in place, cupping his chin. 

“I love it, puppy, but you know the rules. You don’t leave things in my car, do you?”

“No, master.” Tae looked down in shame. “‘M sorry. I just wanted it to be there as a backup.”

“Puppy, do you wanna know why I rip them off you?” I asked, kneeling down in front of him. He tilted his head at me in confusion. “Because I love the idea that you are wearing nothing beneath your clothes and that if you have one slip up, you would be exposed.” I trailed my finger down his chest and circled it around his tip.

“Master, please.” He begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. It was a mistake.” I could see that he was almost fully hard, his cock was straining against the fabric of his bodysuit.

“You wanna make it up to me? Turn over and on my knee.” I ordered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, master.” Tae leant across my lap, his stomach resting on my knees. I smirked when I saw his exposed ass, all round and ready for me.

“Now, puppy. Kookie will be joining us soon, so we’d better make your initial punishment quick.” I said, kneading the globes of his ass. It wasn’t as big as Jimin’s, but Tae definitely had a beautiful ass. “How many do you think you deserve, pup?”

“At least 20, master. I was naughty.” Tae almost moaned out.

“Yes you were, puppy. Very naughty. You also teased master when he was coming home.” I sighed. “But, I guess my puppy likes being punished, doesn’t he?” Tae was silent. I smacked his ass hard, causing the flesh to jiggle. “Doesn’t he?” I repeated.

“Yes, master.” He said after he had yelped. I could feel how hard he was pressing against my thigh.

“I think I may give you 25, how does that sound?”

“Good, master.”

“And after each one, you thank me. You need to learn to obey, don’t you puppy?”

“Yes, master. I do.”

“Count, dumb pup.” I began to slap his ass. Each time he counted and thanked me. At 25, he was sobbing in pain and pleasure, rutting against my thigh. I pulled him up so he was straddling my lap. “Such a good boy, taking your punishment so well.” I praised him, making him smile at me lazily. “So I think my puppy deserves a reward?” Tae nodded excitedly so I pushed him down so he was kneeling on the floor.

I stroked his hair out of his face. “I want you to suck me off, pup.” I said, tugging on his hair gently. His hair was always curly and floppy, always soft to the touch. I stroked my fingers through it lazily as he played with the zipper on my pants, before tugging at them to pull them down. I quickly stood up and allowed him to pull them down with my boxers before I sat back down.

His eyes widened when I came into his eyeline, his mouth instantly watering. His hand cautiously reached out and wrapped around me, giving me a few strokes. I inhaled sharply and hissed at the feeling of his calloused palm wrapped around me. “No hands, baby. Just your mouth.” I said after a few seconds, batting his hand away. 

He set his hands on my thighs and sat up a bit so he was level with my dick. His mouth opened eagerly and before I knew it, the tip of my dick was engulfed in his warm, wet mouth. I tilted my head back and groaned, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging, earning some quiet moans from my puppy.

I looked down and saw his big eyes staring up at me as his mouth took more of me in. “Fuck, you look so pretty baby.” I cooed, tracing his lips that were stretched around me. “All stuffed full of my cock. I know you can take more though.” I gently pushed at his head, making him take more of me in until my tip hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly as tears sprung from his eyes. “Now, you can stay just like that until Jungkook comes and then your real punishment can begin, hmm?”

Taehyung nodded, choking on my dick as it went further down his throat. “Careful pup. Don’t hurt yourself.” I said, wiping away the tears that were trailing down his face from the intrusion in his throat. He always looked so beautiful like this. 

After a couple of minutes, Jungkook came into the room, his mouth opening slightly as he took in the sight in front of him. “Hey bunny.” I said, beckoning him over. “Doesn’t TaeTae look so pretty?”

“TaeTae always looks so pretty, master.” Jungkook said, his voice barely a whisper. 

I took Jungkook’s hand and pulled him on the bed as I pushed Tae off of me. “Okay, here’s what is going to happen. Tae, puppy, you are going to sit on the other side of the bed and watch as I play with Koo until I decide that you can join us.” Taehyung nodded and scrambled to the other side of the bed, his cock hanging heavily between his legs, begging for release. It was a dark colour, signalling how desperate he was for release, but I wasn’t going to let him have it. Not yet. He got himself comfortable and was about to start stroking himself when I added the next part. “And no touching yourself, pup.”

Tae’s bottom lip started to wobble slightly. “Oh, please, master. Please. I need to cum so bad.”

I looked at him and smiled as I helped Kookie undress. “No, dumb pup. You’ve been naughty. You need to prove that you deserve it.”

Tae looked like he had been slapped. “O-Okay, master. I’ll be good.” He said, trapping his hands between his thighs and the mattress. Once I was sure that he wasn’t going to disobey my orders, I turned my attention back to a now naked Jungkook.

“Look at my beautiful boy.” I smiled as I stroked my hand down his chest, feeling his abs, before travelling down to his thighs to squeeze them gently. It was known that Jungkook had a thigh kink. He would always have to have his hands on someone’s thighs, squeezing them and sometimes sucking at them if we were having fun with each other. “He has such big thighs.” I bent my head down to suck at them, causing a whiny moan to spill from his parted lips.

“Master, please.” He looked at me with his doe eyes shining. 

“Please what, bunny? Do you want master to touch you here?” I traced my finger along his dick, earning a quiet groan from him. His dick was long and pretty, the mushroomed head a darker shade than the rest of it. It twitched as I traced the vein along it. I trailed my finger down to his ass. “Or here?” I circled his hole, earning a moan and a breathy yes from him.

I hooked his legs over my shoulders and wrapped my lips around his hole, stroking my tongue over his puckered hole, making him jolt forward slightly. “Ah, Master.” He moaned as I licked at him. He tasted musty and his shower gel and something that was distinctly Jungkook. I prodded at his hole with my tongue before pushing it into him, licking at his walls, coaxing high pitched whines and moans out of him. “Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook cried out, so I pulled away, leaving his hole shining with my saliva.

“Bunny, do you want me to stretch you out first, or can you take me?” I asked, as I kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on my tongue.

“I can take it, master.” Jungkook said eagerly. I nodded and kissed him again as I pushed my dick against his hole. The head pushed past the ring of muscle with some resistance until I was fully sheathed inside of him. “Ah,” Jungkook had his mouth open in pleasure, beautiful sounds spilling out of me as he adjusted to my size. “You’re so big master. You stretch me out so good. Feel so full.”

He was so warm, wrapped around me, and so tight. He was always tight no matter how often we fucked him, or with how many dicks he was fucked with at once. I moved my hips back before snapping them back in, causing the both of us to moan. Each thrust got faster and harder until Jungkook was a moaning mess, writhing around beneath me. 

There was a whimper from next to us and I looked up to see Taehyung, watching us while tears poured down his face. “Yellow.” Tae hated to be left out when he was in his subspace. He always had to be doing something and not just watching. “Master, please.” He begged when he saw me watching him. “Please, I’m sorry. Just let me join in.”

I looked at Jungkook who had been watching me and him carefully. “Shall we let him join us?” I asked the boy underneath me. He nodded eagerly.

“I wan’ him to ride me.” Jungkook requested. “While you fuck me.”

“Okay, bunny.” I said, stroking his hair. I pulled out of him carefully to get Tae and comfort him. “Hey, puppy, you’re okay. You took your punishment so well. Master is so proud of you.” I said, hugging him tight. “Such a good boy.” I kissed his lips gently as I wiped away his tears. “Especially for telling me you didn’t feel comfortable anymore.”

“Thank you, master.” Taehyung smiled at me, his eyes still slightly teary. I reached down and pumped him a bit, smearing his precum around his dick. 

“Look how wet you are, puppy.” I cooed as he crawled over to Jungkook. He leaned forward to kiss Jungkook. While he did this, I squirted some lube on my fingers and pushed two into him, making sure he was properly stretched out. I thrusted them into him for a bit before adding a third. Once I was sure he was ready, I nodded at him. “Go sit on Kookie’s cock baby.” I said. He lowered himself down slowly, causing both of them to moan loudly. Once Tae was fully seated, I pushed myself back into Kook, making him moan again. “How are you feeling, bun?”

“Feels s’ good.” Kookie said, looking kind of spaced. “Please, ‘m green.” I began to move inside him, making him grip onto Tae’s thighs and moan out loud. Tae began to bounce on his dick, moans coming out of his mouth. I reached around and started to stroke Tae’s dick in time to my thrusts inside Jungkook. Tae’s moans got louder and louder, signalling he was getting very close. I could feel my lower stomach tightening, signalling I was about to come.

“Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook whined, earning a noise of agreement from Tae.

“You can both come.” I allowed, stroking Tae even faster. He began to shake as Kookie began to buck up his hips due to how close he was. I knew Tae would come extra hard if I talked dirty to him, so I did. Jungkook was already close to cumming, but as soon as Tae came I would finish so I didn’t want him to be overstimulated by it all.

“Tae, puppy. Get off Kookie a second.” I said, tapping his bum which was now starting to bruise. Tae looked over his shoulder at me, looking as if he might cry. “You still get to come, puppy. I just wanna see you. Get back on Koo facing me.” I explained. Tae nodded and got off, turning himself around before lowering himself back down. I caught sight of his beautiful face, his mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as Jungkook’s cock split him open. “Now lie down so your back is against Koo’s stomach.” Tae obeyed and let him lie back. “Koo, bun, lift up his legs so I can see your dick going into his pretty hole.” Kook obeyed, wrapping his arms around Tae’s thighs and almost folding him in half. I almost came at the sight in front of me. Tae’s hole was so stretched around Jungkook’s cock, making it become slightly swollen.

I smirked at Tae before stroking around his hole and Kook’s dick with my thumb. “So pretty, puppy, letting bunny stretch you out like this. I bet you can’t wait for him to fill you with his cum, painting your insides white. Or maybe you’d like both of us in there. Imagine how it would feel, both of us splitting your pretty hole open, gaping you out so much all our cum would just come back out of you. Both of our cocks rubbing against your walls.” I reached out and began stroking his cock, seeing his face scrunch up and his body tense. He was right on the edge. “I bet it would make you come instantly. We’d have to maybe put a cock ring on you to stop you cumming too early. But you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, master. I’d love it.” Tae was breathless. “Oh, I’m so close.” He whined, letting his head tilt back on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“But we’d have to stretch out your little hole even more.” I smiled, pushing my thumb into his hole alongside Kook’s cock. Tae let out a scream, his body going still.

“You sound so pretty, TaeTae.” Kook said, stroking up and down his thighs. “Bet you’re so wrecked down there.” He reached down and pushed one of his fingers into Tae, next to mine. “Master, can we plug my cum inside him?” Kook asked.

“Of course we can bunny.” I said. “But we need this puppy to cum first.” I looked at Tae, whose body was jerking. “Aww, look at him. He’s going to come so hard.” I stroked him even faster before leaning down and taking his entire length into my mouth. I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks. Tae let out a silent scream as he came hard, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

I swallowed some of his cum, loving the salty tang of it before leaning over him to kiss Kook, transferring some to his mouth. Kook moaned at the taste, making Tae whine. Of course he wanted to have some. I moved to kiss Tae, transferring the last of it to his mouth. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. 

“You’re such a cumslut, pup.” I chuckled, now starting to thrust hard into Kookie, chasing my own orgasm. Kookie’s breaths started coming out as short, high-pitched moans as his own orgasm drew nearer and nearer.

“I’m gonna cum, master.” Kookie warned as his hole clamped down on me, making me unable to move. The pulsing and constant contracting of his walls made me spill into him as he spilled into Tae. Both of us moaned as we released. I fell forward and leant my head on Tae’s stomach as I caught my breath. 

“Both of you did so good.” I said as I carefully pulled out of Jungkook. “Koo, do you want a plug?” The boy nodded so I moved over to my bedside table and pulled out one of the four plugs I had in there. One for each sub. I walked back over to the pair who were still connected to each other. I pushed the trail of cum that had come out of Kookie back into him and pushed the plug into him.

“And me!” Tae exclaimed. I chuckled and got his out of the drawer. 

“Alright, baby. Let’s get you off Koo, hmm?” I gently pulled him off Koo and pushed the plug into him. “How are you both feeling?” I asked, looking at both of them.

“Tired.” Tae replied.

“Good.” Jungkook replied at the same time. He had a sleepy smile plastered on his face. 

“Okay, that’s good. Tae baby, you gotta stay awake for a bit longer. I need to clean you up, and put some lotion on you.” I said, gently stroking his hair as he looked at me with his eyes half shut. 

He whined slightly, moving so he was sat on my lap. I could feel the plastic of the plug nestled between his ass cheeks pushing into my thigh.  “Can I have a bath?” He asked, his head laying on my shoulder. 

“Sure baby.” I said. “Do you and Koo want to have one together?” I looked at them both as they nodded their heads. “Alright babies.” I stroked Tae’s hair gently. “Let’s take these plugs out of you, okay?” Kook nodded and bent over slightly so I could pull it out of him. He hissed as his hole stretched around the bulbous plastic, followed by the dripping of my cum out of him. “Okay, KooKoo, why don’t you go and start the bath and I’ll get Tae ready.”

“Okay hyungie.” Jungkook pressed a quick kiss to my lips before padding into my adjoined bathroom and starting the bath. 

“Okay, Taebaby, I need you to stand up.” I said softly to the sleepy boy on my lap.

He groaned and looked up at me, his eyes narrowed. “Why?” He asked. 

“I need to take your plug out, love.” I said. “It’s going to hurt you later otherwise.” He opened his mouth to protest but I pressed a finger to his lips. “No buts baby, I’m taking it out.” I laid him down on the bed and gently pulled it out of him, allowing Jungkook’s cum to spill out of him.

“Want some.” Tae whispered, looking at me. I sighed and swiped some of the cum onto my fingers and let him suckle it off.

“Now, bath time.” I said, pulling him up so he was standing on his own two feet and leading him into the bathroom.

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A few hours later, we were all cuddled up in bed. I had had trouble falling asleep - the stress from losing all my work was still looming in the back of my mind. I had told my manager, but he must have been asleep when I sent the message. 

Tae hummed in his sleep as he curled into my side even more, Jungkook spooning him from behind. They both looked peaceful as they slept, not a hint of worry on their perfect faces. 

My phone began to buzz, cutting through the silent atmosphere like a hot knife through butter. I unwrapped Tae from around myself and sat up answering the phone. “Hello?” I asked in a hushed voice as I disentangled myself from the blankets.

“Yoongi-ah? I need those tracks by 8am in the morning. You’re going to have to keep working on them.” My manager said, sounding quite annoyed. My heart began beating faster as I felt the stress and anxiety begin to build back up inside of me. “You should have stayed later and fixed your mistake.” I slipped out of the room and closed the door.

“My mistake?!” I was pissed. It was not my fault that the systems crashed and deleted everything. Do I control all the computers at the company? No! If anything they should be badgering IT to see if they can recover some of the files. “The computers crashed as I went to save it. Can’t IT recover them? That is eight hours of work lost!”

“No they can’t. That’s why I’m calling. I need you to come in right now and try to redo them the same.” He requested. “I’m sorry about this, but I just need those otherwise you will miss the deadline and your mixtape will have to be delayed further.”

“I think we need to get better computers. Those ones are getting kind of old and slow.” I said. 

“Don’t blame the machinery Yoongi-ssi.” He said shortly. “Come in now or no mixtape this year. And you wouldn’t want to disappoint ARMY, would you?”

I scoffed. Now he’s guilt-tripping me. “I’ll be in in about half an hour. Let me get changed and get my stuff together.” I said.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” He hung up the phone and I let out a noise of frustration before going back into the room, closing the door as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake up the sleeping babies. I looked over at the bed and let a fond smile ghost over my face. Taehyung’s hair had now flopped in front of his face and his arms were outstretched to the spot where I had previously been sleeping.

I felt bad for leaving them alone, but I really didn’t have a choice. I walked into my wardrobe and pulled out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants and quickly changed into them. I pulled on a beanie and grabbed my lyric books before grabbing a pair of shoes and sliding them on.

I must have been a bit too loud because there was rustling in the bed and I saw Taehyung patting around with his hand. He sat up and squinted at me sleepily. “Hyungie? Where you goin’?” His voice was heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”

“It’s early, love. Go back to sleep. I need to go in to the studio.” I said, walking over to him to kiss him goodbye. “Come on lie back down.”

“But you were there all day yesterday.” He complained, whining slightly.

“I know, baby, I know. But all my work got deleted so I need to go back in to redo it.” I said. “And if I don’t meet the deadline then my mixtape will get pushed back even further and that wouldn’t be fair to ARMY.”

“But these songs aren’t even for your mixtape! They’re blackmailing you!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I wanna come with you.”

“Baby, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” I said, pushing his hair back out of his face.

“No it is! I could help you, and you always say two brains are better than one. We can get it done faster.” He argued, sounding determined. “And we can tell Kookie so he won’t get confused when he wakes up. We can leave him a note. Pleaseeeeee.”

I sighed. “Okay, fine. But get dressed quickly.”

Y/N POV:

I shivered under some of the clothes as I lay on the bench. I was too scared to sleep. He could appear at any moment and drag me home to give me the beating of a lifetime, and this time he could actually kill me.

Every time I heard footsteps I would freeze and not move, hoping that it wasn’t him, and that if it was, he wouldn’t see me. It was getting colder though, and I knew I would have to move in order to keep myself from getting hypothermia. 

I knew there was one thing that would be able to calm me down, and it would also keep me warm. I rifled through my pockets, trying to locate my headphones. My fingers wrapped around the wire and pulled it out. I groaned. They were all tangled and knotted. I began to pick them apart, finally freeing the individual earbuds. I plugged it into my phone and scrolled through my music until I picked a song that I wanted to dance to. Spring Day. It cheered me up a lot, and I loved the dance.

The notes flowed through my body, twisting and turning to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes. My body moved like the waves in this ocean of music, bending and stretching at the crests and troughs. I loved it. As I danced, I allowed my thoughts to

I had started dance when I was three. My mother had insisted that I was going to be a prima ballerina, or a professional dancer in a company, so she had me enrolled in any kind of dance you could think of. Baby ballet, baby tap, baby jazz, baby contemporary, baby street dance, baby modern, baby music theatre. Most of my life was spent dancing. As I got older, she put me into singing, art and drama classes. I dropped some of the dance classes: tap, modern and jazz. I was happy.

Then came the arguments. My mother and father started arguing over the amount of money that was being spent on me. We were quite a well-off family, both of my parents has respectable jobs with a decent salary. Income was good, and there was even some wiggle room for nice holidays. That was, until my dad became addicted to alcohol and spent all of our savings on the drink until there was barely anything left. 

My mother had to put some away secretly just to be able to pay for bills and my extra curriculars. But he found out, and that’s when the arguments started. I was eight at the time. He would accuse her of not trusting him, and she would accuse him of being an alcoholic and how that wasn’t a good environment for me to be in. 

The arguing would last for at least three hours each night and would end with one of them storming out the house. Most nights it was my father - probably to get even more drunk. My mother would slam the door to their bedroom and dissolve into tears. I would hear her sobbing herself to sleep, but I was too scared to comfort her.

One day, after a year or so, my father stormed out that door and never came back. My mother said it was for the best; in my mind, though, it was my fault. I was the one who had all the dance lessons and singing lessons and drama lessons and art lessons. I was the one who was using all their money. He liked to tell me that when my mother would storm out. He also liked to hit me. When my mother found the bruises and cuts, she lost it. That was what caused the arguments to get worse.

Things got better after he left. My mother got happier, found a new boyfriend. He was nice, buying me the latest iPhone or laptop. We were all happy.

And then I met him. He was the perfect boyfriend: kind, loving, everything you would want. But that’s the thing about love. It’s blind. It would be a few months before I realised who he was behind the mask he put on everyday. I should have realised that the relationship was moving too quickly. He asked me to move in with him after we had been together for just three months. As soon as I set foot inside that house, the door locked behind me, and the key hidden somewhere I could never find it. 

After a couple of weeks, the verbal abuse started. The name calling and insults and threats over something unimportant, like slightly burnt potatoes. I brushed it off as something normal. After all, it was my fault. I was the one who turned the oven up too high. 

Then came the physical abuse. At first it started off as slaps and small beatings, but it eventually lead up to him getting out his belt and whacking it across my face every night before beating me up with his fists. I don’t know what exactly caused him to do it. Sometimes he said it was me looking at another man, and other times it was just because of my presence. Either way, it was my fault and I deserved them. 

I tried to leave him. But he caught me, and I almost ended up in hospital from the force of his beating. My skin was mottled blue and purple for weeks. It was then I started self-harming. It was my fault.

I twirled as the song came to an end, catching sight of a figure standing in the shadow of the trees. My breath hitched in my throat. Had he found me? If he had, he was going to kill me for sure. 

Yoongi POV:

Just as I had thought Tae had fallen asleep on my couch, bundled up in my hoodie about an hour after we arrived at the studio. We had already retrieved the majority of the songs though.

He had got to work immediately, perching on my lap as he sang the demo song over the backing music, which thankfully I had saved. I loved Taehyung’s voice - it was deep and sultry, which was actually something that contrasted greatly to his personality he showed in private. After we’d been working for about fifty minutes, he began to yawn, curling up and leaning against my shoulder, watching me put together the backing tracks and the vocals and moving things around to create the songs. His favourite was ‘Black Swan’. 

“‘M sleepy, hyungie.” He mumbled against my collarbone.

I reached up and stroked his hair gently. “You can go and sleep on the couch. I’m almost done, baby.” He looked up at me through sleepily squinted eyes.

“You sure? I think I can stay awake a bit longer?” He said, yawning again. When he yawned he sometimes looked like a baby puppy. 

“No, baby, you’re tired.” I said, rubbing his back. “Go on, do you want my hoodie?” I asked.

“Mhm.” He nodded his head. He slid off my lap and made grabby hands at my hoodie. I pulled it off, leaving me in my white v-neck top, and handed it to him. He pulled it on and lay down on the couch, closing his eyes and almost instantly falling asleep. I smiled at him fondly before turning back to my work.

I only had one song left to do - my solo song on the album. I searched through my files, only to realise that my work on it had all disappeared. I groaned and saved everything before shutting my computer down. I needed to go for a quick walk to clear my head. I turned to look at Tae, who was curled on the couch in a deep sleep. The park I would go to to clear my head is only a five minute walk away from here. I would be thirty minutes tops. He wouldn’t wake up hopefully, and if he did, I was only a phone call away. 

I grabbed my extra hoodie and pulled on my jacket, gently closing the door to my studio. I walked out of the building and made my way to the park.

It was cold outside. The air bit at my exposed cheeks and nose as I walked. I pulled a mask on to insulate them. The park was calming and whenever I went there, it was quiet and if there was anyone there, they were elderly and didn’t know who I was. 

I walked through the gate of the park, pushing the squeaky barrier open. It appeared deserted, which wasn’t surprising considering that it was four am. But I still kept my guard up; you never know what crackheads will be around.

I was walking through the trees towards my favourite thinking bench when I saw her. She was dancing to some very familiar choreography. I stopped in my tracks. She was a beautiful dancer. I watched, awestruck as she flawlessly twirled and flipped and turned. It was then I recognised it. It was Jimin’s choreography in Spring Day. She must be a fan. She twirled one last time and stopped, facing me. Her face twisted into a look of terror as she ran to gather her things. On the bench I noticed, was a backpack and a pile of clothes.

“Wait!” I yelled after her, chasing her to talk to her. It was clear that something was troubling her, and I wanted to help her, not caring that she was an ARMY. “Let me help you! Please!” I caught up to her at the bench, where she had slightly calmed down. As soon as we made eye contact, something strange happened. All the greyscale colours in my world that I had grown used to melted away. My eyes were filled with dark greens and blues, clearly because of the darkness, but the moonlight shone down on her.

She was breath-taking. Her hair was a shiny, vibrant, Y/H/C, and her eyes shone like Y/E/C gems. She was holding her breath in surprise, probably recognising who I was.

“You’re Min Yoongi.” She said. “You’re my soulmate. This can’t be happening.” She was shocked and confused.

But I didn’t know what to do. Now that I had found my soulmate, did that mean I had to leave the others? We had never discussed the possibility of this happening. I looked at the girl in front of me and decided that I couldn’t leave her. Not like this. She looked scared, and from the looks of things, she was homeless. I had to look after her. And I swore to myself that I would. Until the end of time.

#angst #fluff #yoongi x reader #moonlight #soulmate au #bts poly #bts ot7 #lil meow meow yoongi #switch!jin #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin

[it-was-summer]

Video Killed The Radio Star- Chapter 4 (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Happy new year! Please remember that most of these chapters are very sensitive to some readers and to be safe with this new year upon us! Another reminder that if you ever feel helpless, you are not alone and you are loved. Love you all- Em <3

Warnings: Sex talk, infidelity, blood, disturbing material, loss of a child, and suicide.

Plot: We take a small look into Heather’s past and the events leading up to her obsession. The team seems to be missing a piece of the puzzle. Adeline comes back to the station. 

Word Count: 2.9K

Four years prior- January 10, 20XX

Heather had thinned out since she dropped out of college, to achieve so she had fallen victim to eating disorders. They were horrible, but they did tremendous work. She didn’t necessarily like herself per se, but she did like how she looked, even if sometimes she would look into the mirror and think “Is that me?”

Heather deleted the old version of herself and became more social. She had friends, she went to parties, she even went to bars. The bars were what bothered her the most, maybe it was the Catholic guilt building up, it could also be the fact that she was using a fake i.d. She always hated lying, it made her stomach twist into nervous knots. Tonight, she decided, would be fun. She wouldn’t throw up after eating, she wouldn’t feel guilty for having fun, instead, she would simply have a good time with her friends.

Yes, a good time is what she needed. It was around the start of the new year when Heather, privately, declared that she didn’t have to be so miserable. She deserved to do something fun, at least for tonight. In her attempt at happiness, she dressed in a casual black dress that hugged her body in a way that made her uncomfortable but made men comfortable.

Heather could play the social butterfly, but in reality, she was a wallflower. Her friends had yet to arrive so she stayed up against one of the walls of the bar, silently begging that they wouldn’t arrive too late. That’s when David approached her. David was beautiful, to say the least, with dark skin, a defined body, the most beautiful hazel eyes she had ever seen, and to top it all off he was a man in uniform. Even Heather, in all of her innocence, found him irresistible.

Like a shot, Heather and David got married. Heather kept her last name and thanks to their marriage, David got some time off, he could be there to help pick out their new house. It all felt so fast, Heather was happy, but sometimes she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. Heather got a good two months with her husband before he off to England.

A year later when David came home, he was more distant, he didn’t want to be there. At first, Heather tried to keep him home with sex. They had sex almost everywhere, like animals. Then he started to go out, with some of their mutual friends. He would go out every night and stay out till six in the morning. Heather felt desperately lost, love slipping through her fingers, and she was hopelessly devoted to a man who was slowly falling out of love with her.

David would still have sex with her, but once he was done he would get up and leave. He always said he had somewhere to be, had work to do, but she knew that he was done with her. Well, done with her until she announced that she was pregnant. Then suddenly he was there again. He stayed in their bed at night and he cared about her.

Six months was coming around when Heather shot up in bed one night, her body in unbearable pain. The couple drove to the hospital as fast as they could, but by the time they got there it was too late, and that’s when the rest started to fall apart. David didn’t start to pull away till a couple of months later, six to be exact, and then he was on his way to Japan.

That’s when it all started, she would read anything romantic she could find. Her library consisted only of romance, sappy as it seemed. She was able to escape into a world where a man could simply love a woman, most adherently. What made her break was when David called a month before their fourth anniversary saying that when he came home he wanted a divorce and that he had met someone else.

That’s when she started seeing Y/N.

***

Present-day- March 9, 20XX

You woke up with the taste of blood in your mouth, not needing a mirror to know that the cut on your lip had broken open more in your sleep. Your tongue slid out of your mouth, licking away the blood in one swift motion. For almost two days now, morphine and blood was your diet. The only thing filtering through your veins.

You didn’t mind at this point, you were close enough to the edge of the bed that you could grab the morphine drip, you turned the nobs to make your intake high enough to feel numb. The drug was currently letting you forget, letting you forget how many times Heather kissed you, letting you forget all the assault that had been inflicted on you in the past few days.

Your head was pounding as your eyes looked around the pink room, the light making you slightly nauseous. You frowned as a tiny thought came into your brain, would this ruin all romantic endeavors for you? Would you ever be able to feel comfortable with someone seeing you naked? Would it be alright if they saw the word ‘Slut’ on your chest? You were about to bite your lip, in a lame attempt to keep yourself from crying before you remembered the cut, and you were reduced to crying silent tears as you stared up at the ceiling, trying your best to let the feeling of numbness wash over you.

Heather was downstairs, in her forest green kitchen, washing the blood off the paring knife. Rational thoughts were finally coming to her as she began to think about the seriousness of her situation. She needed a safe out. If she ran away or killed you it would mean she would have to spend an even longer time in prison. A life spent behind bars, knowing that no one would be missing her. What a painfully sad existence she lived, she thought before she started to sob over the running sink.

She remembered what she said yesterday, about how she would kill herself and you if they ever found the two of you, but that outcome was becoming more of a reality to her now. Did she have to kill Catherine? All she wanted was for you to love her, for the two of you to love each other. She tried to follow the path of normal people, the path of falling in love with someone naturally instead of kidnapping them. She had already done the marriage thing and look where that got her, she was a childless, psychopathic, soon-to-be divorcee.

No, she couldn’t spend the rest of her miserable life in prison, it had to be the latter. Heather dropped the knife into the sink, walking away towards one of the kitchen drawers to pull out a handgun, her husband was in the military, of course, he taught her how to use a gun. She put the gun on the kitchen counter, walking out to the living room to turn on the news. After all, she didn’t have to end it all if they weren’t onto her yet.

***

The profile was on pause, and they had yet to share it. Hotch was staring at photos of Y/N, Adeline Smith, and Heather Alexander, all three went to the same college, lived in the same building, and on the same floor. They all knew each other, all three of them seemed to be friends. Garcia had managed to contact some other girls that lived on that same floor. They knew you and Adeline but didn’t have much to say about Heather.

Spencer took a tiny sip of his coffee, trying to ignore how bad it tasted, as he stared at the photos with Hotch. Y/N was an English major, Adeline was psychology, and Heather was a theater major before she dropped out. He found that strange being as she was a florist now.

Derek let out a sigh, feeling especially restless on this case. He kept saying that he wanted to find you as soon as possible, Garcia jokingly told him that you probably weren’t going to tell him he had nice arms in real life, but the real reason he wanted to find you was because of your last video. It stuck with him, it stuck with all of them, your desperate plea to be found. The one it was effecting the most was Spencer.

During their car rides together, Spencer had shared that he felt they were all being deceived. He said he felt like the person was right under their noses, and yet they were just focusing too much on one thing instead of the other. After that, he combed through the evidence once again, searching for something else. Something that he could have missed, which seemed impossible, but nothing was impossible.

“So, a woman in her mid-twenties that knew Y/N since college and works in the city. Oh, and she’s a beautiful brunette.” Prentiss said with a small cold laugh.

“Let’s not forget that she has a passion for romance novels, especially the classics,” Rossi added as he came to stand with the other members of his team.

A small knock at the door made all of them turn their heads towards the door, looking strangely familiar to a pack of animals. The sheriff stood in the frame of the door as she pointed behind her “There’s an Adeline Smith here, talking about Y/N L/N.” she said simply as Spencer and Emily slipped past her and headed towards Adeline.

“Agent Prentiss,” Adeline said softly with a nervous smile “I was thinking about earlier today when you were interrogating me and I thought about something strange.”

“Strange,” Spencer repeated “How so?”

Spencer and Emily were already leading her back to the conference room they were set up in, offering her a seat before she answered Spencer’s question “Well, I just remembered somethings that Heather did.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well,” she cleared her throat softly, eyes looking around at the team slowly surround her “, She always acted differently around Y/N, she would never say it out loud but she hated it when I was there, you could see it in her eyes.”

Derek set a cup of coffee down for Adeline, she grabbed it as soon as it hit the table, taking a sip to calm her nerves. “She wanted Y/N all to herself, I get that with like a best friend but I was closer to Y/N than she was, so it was just strange.” Hotch frowned as they all shared one single thought, just because Heather Alexander had an unhealthy attachment to Y/N L/N didn’t mean that she was their unsub. Adeline gently gasped and straightened in her chair “I just remembered something!”

“It was around Halloween and the three of us got invited to this party and Y/N, being Y/N, decided she wanted to go as Catherine Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights or something and I told her it was stupid and that no one would get it, but she was pretty determined. Then one night, Heather heard that and she was all excited to be Heathcliff, said that Y/N would be her Catherine Earnshaw, said that she made a perfect Catherine Earnshaw. That never really sat right with me, that’s when I started to think that Heather was a little in love with Y/N, but then she dropped out.”

It clicked then, that their Unsub was Heather Alexander. It made sense, the copies of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, Heather thought of Y/N as her lover, Heather was Heathcliff, she was Mr. Rochester, she believed that Y/N’s purpose was to love her. Spencer was already walking out with Derek before Emily could thank Adeline for coming in. The rest of the team following quickly behind.

***

Heather had her back towards the television, leaning against the back of her living room couch staring out the window. Nothing was coming onto the news and nothing was happening out of the street. Heather could feel guilt eating away at her consciousness, she had snapped earlier when you refused to let her show you her love. You had yet to do that, you were so good, she loved her Catherine. She felt tiny tears rise to the surface, letting them fall as she moved away from the couch, grabbing the gun from the counter, and heading upstairs.

You were frozen on the bed, feeling like you were suffocating as Heather came back into the room. Sometimes she looked so normal, sometimes she looked like she was hurting, suffering from something. Your eyes were locked onto her as she shuffled awkwardly into the room, reminding you of how she used to act in college. Her eyes weren’t staying on you, they seemed to look around the room in a nervous haze. “Catherine,” she said in a tearful voice “I’m sorry.” she apologized, and as soon as she did her eyes locked onto yours.

You felt such pity for her in an instantaneous second, but that emotion was fleeting as you stared up at her. You could never forgive her for what she had done to you, as much as you would like to try to. You would love to be righteous, but you could only feel anger at the moment.  She looked down at you, waiting for an answer, waiting for forgiveness. You silently decided that she would have to wait forever, she would have to wait until she held a gun to your head, only then would you forgive her, simply because you didn’t want to die. 

You broke eye contact with her, looking around the room as she started to cry over the side of the bed, suddenly noticing that the door was slightly open. You peeled your eyes away from it quickly, afraid that if she followed your gaze she would notice and shut the door. 

You were currently trying to move your arm, the morphine making it more difficult than it should have been. When you were finally able to lift your arm, you weakly grabbed Heather’s arm, your hand slipping slowly down her arm. Heather’s tears slowed as she watched your struggling attempt to touch her. She smiled when you did, taking it as a sign of forgiveness. Heather suddenly felt lighter, she slumped over the side of the bed with a heavy sigh. She was about to speak when pounding at the front door interrupted her train of thought. 

Her head turned quickly to look over her shoulder, letting out a tiny curse as she ran over to shut the door, locking it from the outside, as the front door was broken down. Heather returned to the bed, grabbing the morphine drip, and yanked the wire out of your vein. You couldn’t feel it yet, but you were sure that soon you would. 

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins as you realized what was happening. The police were here, the FBI was here, your videos had worked. You didn’t think that they would work, that they would be helpful, you couldn’t believe that the police had called the BAU here, just because you said you wanted them to work your case.

The adrenaline was working quickly, you sat up cautiously, swaying slightly. Heather was hyperventilating now, hand on her chest as she tried to calm down and think. She looked back at Catherine sitting up on the bed, eyes wide. Were you scared? Heather let out a shaky sigh, reaching behind her to pull out the gun she had been hiding under her shirt. Your eyes looked at the gun in her hand before shifting to look into her eyes quickly “Heather,” you started, scooting away from her on the bed. “Heather, you know you don’t have to do this. The police, if you kill me, the police will-”

“You don’t think I know what the police will do? I have to kill you and then I have to kill myself.” her hands were shaking as she held the gun towards you. There was pounding on the door. You felt tears fill your eyes, cheeks becoming red as you began to beg for your life.

“Please don’t do this, we can get out of this together. You don’t have to do this, Heather!” She flinched when you said her name, another pound at the door.

Her eyes were wide as she stole a look over at the door, it was rattling and the two of you could hear voices on the other side. She turned back to look at you, biting her lip as she cried, hands dropping. You didn’t say anything, shaking with anxiety as she lifted the gun up to her chin, smiling sweetly at you. “Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”

“Heather, please, listen to me! Please, you don’t have to do this!”

“Goodbye, Catherine.” she finished as she pulled the trigger, gun-shot ringing throughout the house. Your ears were ringing as you let out a blood-curdling scream, watching Heather’s head explode in front of you, then the door came down.

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[queen-of-the-queers]

∞ Jabitha: Need You Now ∞

Ok, I will advise that I wrote this during a tough patch and it is a little darker than I usually go for. It does have a somewhat happy ending though!

This piece is based off the song "Need You Now by Lady A" (which has been one of my favourite crying songs for a while). It features lyrics from this song, which are put in italics and used as a frame for the story.

I hope this is alright, given I wrote it to distract myself from my problems...

Picture perfect memories Scattered all around the floor

Tabitha sits on the tiled floor of the Pop’s kitchen, surrounded by the wreckage of her and Jughead’s photographs. She squints so as to avoid seeing his face and bringing back the memories of happier times.

Reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore.

For what feels like the millionth time, she picks her phone up. Tabitha scrolls through her missed calls and texts, not knowing what she’s hoping for but feeling a craving she knows won’t be satiated. She dials his number before deleting it and pushing her phone away.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.

Across the town in their apartment, Jughead sits leaning against the bedroom door, his clothes unwashed and hair dirty. It’s only been two days since his argument with Tabitha and it’s already taking a toll. He just wishes it had never happened.

For me it happens all the time.

A tear rolls down her face- she just can’t get him off her mind. She misses him more than she thought possible.

It's a quarter after one. I'm all alone and I need you now.

Tabitha knows she’s being unprofessional, but she doesn’t know what to do. She’s been crying on the floor for hours, ignoring the critical glances and looks of concern from passing customers. As the end of her shift came and went, she couldn’t bring herself to get up off the floor.

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control And I need you now.

After a while, she sees her grandpa crouch down in front of her, worry plastered over his face. She knows the way she must look, with her liquor-stained uniform, sleepless eyes and unruly hair. Not to mention the fact that she hasn’t washed or brushed her teeth since the fight.

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now.

She and Jughead are soulmates, everyone always told her and until now, she’s accepted this sentiment without sparing a thought. Now, she isn’t so sure. Tabitha hopes she can make things right again.

Another shot of whiskey

Can't stop looking at the door.

Jughead lifts a glass to his lips, feeling a burning sensation run down his throat and into his stomach. Should he be throwing his three months of sobriety down the drain over a fight with his girlfriend? Probably not. But with Tabitha on his mind, he needs the distraction.

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.

He imagines her, pushing the door open and running towards him, flinging her arms around his neck and pressing a gentle kiss his lips. Jughead tells himself it’s the alcohol making him feel crazy. But inside, he knows that he may have just lost the person who made him believe in soulmates.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.

Back in Pop’s, Tabitha’s hands sting from the cuts covering her skin. She’s been rocking back and forward in on the spot, staring at the ruined photographs with her hands pressed firmly into the glass covered floor. The shattered liquor bottles just remind her of Jughead.

For me it happens all the time.

Jughead pulls his robe on, trying to make himself comfortable. He knows the night will be hard without Tabitha; with nobody there to scare away the dreams that run rampant in his mind after dark.

It's a quarter after one. I'm a little drunk and I need you now.

He can barely stand up without teetering exponentially. Jughead’s built up a tolerance to liquor but with all the scotch running through his body, he feels as though he’s floating. The room is blurry so he tries to focus on the pictures in his mind; but all he can see is Tabitha.

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control And I need you now.

A strange desire washes over his body, a temptation to leave, run away from this apartment of memories. He decides to go for a walk, though he’s not sure how far he’ll get in this state. When he closes his eyes, he realises the only place he wants to be. Maybe he is crazy…

And I don’t know how I can do without I just need you now.

He grabs his coat off the hook, forgetting his shoes in his frantic state. The only word running through his mind is his girlfriend’s name. At least, he hopes, it’s still his girlfriend’s name. He has no plan, other than to find her, apologise and pray.

Yes, I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.

Jughead runs out of the apartment door, slamming it behind him. He haphazardly pulls his coat on as he begins to stumble in the direction of Pops, discarding his empty alcohol bottle at the staircase. Tabitha was the best thing to ever happen to him. He’s not going to let her go without a fight, even if it causes him more pain than he can bear.

It's a quarter after one.

I'm all alone and I need you now.

Tabitha finally stands up, wiping the broken glass and tattered pieces of paper from her uniform. She checks her watch- it’s late, far later than she would regularly be at the diner. But this isn’t a normal day.

And I said I wouldn't call

But I'm a little drunk and I need you now.

Tabitha needs a way to get home. She’s tipsy and sways on her feet, not having built up a resistance to alcohol like her boyfriend has. It’s dangerous for her to drive and she knows it, so she swallows her pride, whips out her phone and prepares herself to hit call.

Being six scotches deep isn’t a good look for Jughead. He’s so drunk that all his surroundings have morphed into a hazy, technicolour blob. Even so, he’s somehow been able to crawl his way through the town and can see the familiar glow of the Pop’s sign in the distance.

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now.

Tabitha steps outside of the diner. She’s about to hit the call button when she notices someone ambling up the road nearby. Although almost unrecognisably inebriated, she notices a shock of familiar, thick, brown hair and the heavily stained bathrobe she knows too well. This is all too much. It feels as though two, miniature waterfalls are spilling down her cheeks as she breaks into a run.

He notices her immediately, leaning unsteadily against the wall of Pops and staring into the distance. Her face holds an unusual air of dejection. Jughead’s never seen her looking this miserable before, not in all the time he’s known her. If he could run, draw her into his arms and embrace her, he would. Instead, he tries to pick up his pace, mentally kicking himself allowing himself to lose control.

Suddenly, he knows she’s seen him. Tabitha swerves massively as she starts a slow jog in his direction. It’s clear that she’s also been drinking, fresh tears covering her cheeks and her uniform askew. God, even in this state, she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

They meet in the middle of the parking lot, staring at each other warily for a moment. Tabitha bites her quivering lip, trying to hold back another wave of tears, but it’s futile. It’s Jughead who breaks the silence. He lets out a shaky laugh and opens his arms, pulling her in closer as she leans into his embrace. She looks up into his eyes, silently asking for consent, to which he nods and closes the space between them, their mouths meeting for what feels like the first time in years. The kiss is messy and inelegant, not at all aided by their intoxication and irrepressible emotions.

Neither of them cares; in this moment, all they need is each other.

Fin.

∞

#jabitha #tabitha tate #jughead jones #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale spoilers #riverdale season six #sorry if this is a bit dark #i wrote this on one of the worst mental health days i've had in a while

[funfunfuntillmydaddy]

Naked Ambition

Getting up the corporate ladder when you work somewhere that is dominated by misogynistic alpha males requires a good dose of talent, resilience and ambition. Not to sound full of myself but, well, I do get a lot of compliments on my talents from the guys at the agency where I work. Especially from the senior partners.

So I was pretty happy with myself when in my mid 20s I was promoted to a manager to lead a team. But it wasn’t plain sailing and I quickly learned that you can’t be friends with everyone. One of the guys in the team, Alex, who I beat out for the promotion, was particularly sour and difficult.

For two months, Alex was nothing but a total pain in the ass. He would argue with me, not do what I asked and bad mouthed me to other people in the office

Being the independent woman I am, I didn’t complain to my boss or any of the other senior partners. But then my boss came to me and told me he noticed how much of a prick Alex was being. He asked me if I wanted him to fire Alex. I didn’t want to admit defeat and wanted to fix it myself. My boss told me that maybe I should try and clear the air with him. But if that didn’t work I needed to get rid of him.

So I put a bit of a plan together. It meant having an informal chat with him late on a Friday. It also meant that I wore my best looking casual Friday outfit. This meant tight jeans and a top with a low neck to give a glimpse of a couple of my talents that were particularly persuasive. I wanted to assert my own type of dominance with some honey, rather than vinegar.

And surprise, surprise, it works a treat. As soon as we were alone and I call him out, he was back tracking and apologising like some pathetic puppy dog. He goes on saying how sorry he is and how much this job means to him and how he was getting married soon and was probably just stressed about it.

After a while, it gets a bit painful and I say we could get a drink and maybe a bite to eat to really clear the air and we could start afresh. So we head to one of the trendy city bars and get stuck into the cocktails.

I knew his type. I wasn’t surprised that he would let himself get sloppy drunk even with his boss. I guess he thought we were all good and even friends now so he felt comfortable letting go. Soon his arrogance and macho attitude came back. But I was ready for it. Now it was time for some twisted fun.

So I start flirting with him. Laughing along, touching his arm, smiling a lot. The usual kind of encouragement.

We continue drinking and get something to eat from a small and cosy restaurant where the drinking and flirting keeps going. By the time we finish dinner, it’s late but instead of calling it quits I suggest we head to a club. He messages his fiancé to say he’s stuck at work because some client was going nuts. As he tells me what he’s writing I smile to myself. I know exactly how this is going to play out now. I message my boyfriend something similar but he’s used to these kind of things. He’s proud of my success even if it means I have to prioritise work sometimes, even on a Friday night. I then message my assistant and ask her to book a room for me at the hotel down the road from our office.

The hotel booking was nothing out of the ordinary. We often did it for clients but also when we were stuck in the office or the city. My assistant had been around awhile and knew all about it. She had worked for senior partners and knew she might be asked to do it at short notice. And she always does it discreetly. I worked this out in my second week when my boss at the time took me out for dinner and drinks that started as a client meeting and continued as a debrief in the hotel into the wee small hours.

So when Alex and I get to the club, we down a shot and get even sloppier on the dance floor. He’s losing control and can’t help himself. His hands are all over me. But I don’t object. In fact I encourage it. I grind against him and feel how excited he is.

After a few more drinks in the club, I pull away from Alex and give him my best devilish grin. I tell him I should let him go home and get back to his fiancé. As I see the pain of disappointment on his face, I bite my lip as I suppose out loud that we could go somewhere else, more private. I almost laughed when the expression on his face instantly changed to that of a puppy with a new toy.

As we leave the club and find a taxi, Alex starts getting even more handsy, groping my ass and pushing into me as we walk out. Then we find the taxi and once we are in the backseat he just goes full on. He leans over planting his mouth on mine and going for it like only a drunk, horny guy can.

He keeps going all the way to the hotel and then he follows me out the door. I pull away from him again and ask him if he’s sure he wants to keep going and I don’t want to get him in trouble with his fiancé. He answers by pulling me back into him and sticking his tongue down my throat. So I grab his hand and we go into the lobby.

It’s now after 1 am and the lobby is mostly deserted. I confidently check in under my name knowing my assistant is totally reliable. My face shows no shame even though the time, our condition and the lack of any luggage makes the state of affairs irrefutable. I just exchange a brief, knowing smile with the cute, late night receptionist

With the room key successfully procured, we head to the elevator and Alex continues to carry on like a hopeless little puppy. Once in the elevator, he goes even harder at me. His hands all over me especially my ass and my tits. I keep encouraging him and even unbuckle his belt as the elevator gets to our floor. We stumble down the corridor as we get to the room and open the door. I pause briefly at the threshold and look at him, trying to get him to recognise the significance of crossing over. But he’s too horny to care.

So we walk through and the door slams shut behind us. He moves me over to the large bed in the centre of what is a pretty ostentatious suite. But we could be in a $50 motel for all Alex cares. This thought amuses me.

He bends me over the bed and roughly undoes my jeans and pulls them down my thighs and then pulls my panties to the side. My suspicion about the kind of lover he would be is soon confirmed as he goes straight to trying to ram his dick into my pussy. There is no discussion on protection. Fortunately I was wet enough to allow his dick to slide in with reasonable ease.

He hammers away at me as his hands squeeze my tits through my top. He starts groaning already so I pull away. I smile at him as I tell him to slow down. I pull down his jeans and take off his shirt as I push him on the bed. Then I pull off my own clothes as I grab his phone out of his pocket and throw it on the bed.

Naked, I climb on to the bed. Straddling Alex, I lower myself and set the pace as I ride his dick. As I hear his moaning return, I look at his phone, letting the vindictive ideas swirl. Instead of anything particularly evil, that would be thwarted by the passcode anyway, I opt for something a little more passive I pick up the phone and open the camera app. I see a look of panic on his face.

I tell him not to worry and that I just want him to have something to remember this by. Then I squeeze my muscles around his dick and ride him hard to distraction. His moans of pleasure fill the room and I snap away with his camera, framing his naked torso and face as he writhes around as my Pusey works him over. Then I hold it to the side to get my lower body and him in the frame so the cause of his pleasure is indisputable. I even switch to video a bit as I ask him to tell me how good it feels. He tells me how tight I feel which is a nice compliment given how much sex I have and how ungenerously proportioned he is. Then I can’t resist and ask him if I’m tighter than his fiancé while I squeeze extra hard. He groans out in confirmation. I can tell he’s close so I turn into bitchy mode.

I know he isn’t going to be able to get me to orgasm. I ride him hard, alternating between grinding my hips while squeezing and bouncing up and down. I moan out telling him not to cum and pleading for him to keep going, already knowing it will be futile. He is getting really close. I think about lifting off and just ruining his orgasm but decide on the other option.

I plead again for him to keep going and to make me cum. Then as he groans more sharply, I tell him he can’t cum inside me knowing he is too far gone. As I yelp out again for him to hold on, I feel his dick swell inside me as his face contorts and he groans out as he shoots inside me.

I stop abruptly as I look down at him with the most bitchy face I can put on to convey my annoyance. Behind it is a face of satisfaction as this played out exactly as I expected. The pleasure on Alex’s face evaporates as he shoots his last lots of cum into me.

I climb off of him and continue the pretence of my annoyance. Tutting and looking down as his cum leaks out of me. I growl at him, asking rhetorically why he couldn’t hold on. But secretly pleased with myself that I made him totally lose control.

It’s now after 2am and I tell him he should go back to his fiancé as I need to take a shower. There is no invitation from me to join in. We are not embarking on a second round. I make the disappointment palpable. He sheepishly walks out the door and mumbles an apology.

As I enjoy the twin jets of the opulent marble shower, I wonder if he will remember to delete those photos before he gets home to his undoubtedly suspicious fiancé.

After that little escapade, poor Alex was never the same. He was meek and unsure around me, couldn’t speak up in meetings, couldn’t pay attention to what anyone said, his work was full of mistakes. So I’m sure he wasn’t surprised that a few weeks later, we had another meeting late on a Friday. But instead of it ending with him cumming inside me, it ended with him walking out with a box packed with all of his personal effects, Including the picture of his fiancé that adorned his desk.

#affair #cheating

[thewhitefluffyhat]

Satoko and Rika’s Characterizations

If you’d asked me before Gou what it would take to make me love Satoko as a character, and SatoRika as a ship, I might very well have said “delete Satoko’s obsession with her brother, and give her something evil to do instead.”

Because before Gou, I actually wasn’t super fond of Satoko! And while I’d still probably have said SatoRika was my favorite Higurashi ship, it wasn’t an OTP for me the same way HomuMado or LambdaBern were.

I thought OG Satoko was fine, but… just not especially interesting.  I love me some villains, and unlike the rest of the cast, OG Satoko never really got her spotlight in the darkness. Then there was her focus on Satoshi, which again, was okay but didn’t really endear me to her. It felt like a bit of characterization black hole, that devoured a lot of Satoko’s screen time yet made her less active and less unique as a character. (Surprise! The trapmaster extraordinaire actually is your standard anime doting little sister!)

Meanwhile, Rika was my favorite character, but… look, whenever I say “favorite character” I don’t mean that I just want the character to be happy. If anything, it’s closer to the opposite. Indeed, when I watched the OG anime for the first time, what I most wanted was an arc where she goes L5.  (I’m… still waiting on that, haha.) But the point is, I liked Rika because she is flawed, and I wanted to see more exploration of those flaws.  Her self-centeredness, especially.  Her never telling anyone about the time loops?  That too, because I found the way the OG ending buries her experiences to be quite unsatisfying.

And apparently, Ryukishi was on exactly the same page as me!  The shortcuts he took to get there definitely ruffled some feathers, but gosh if I don’t love the result.

Do I wish he drew a more obvious line between Rika’s OG characterization and her desires in Gou?  Yes, and I’ve written about it.  Do I wish existing aspects of the setting like Saotshi, Shion, and Hinamizawa Syndrome played a larger role in setting up Satoko’s motivations?  Yes, and I’ve written about that too. 

But when I take a step back, it strikes me that all of these aspects are… actually really minor in the overall scope of the story?

As far as retcons go, re-tuning Rika’s (existing!) desire to escape Hinamizawa into outright wanting to leave, and leaving implicit Satoko’s (existing!) potential to move on from her brother and latch onto Rika are hardly the most egregious flaws.  To a more casual fan like my younger brother?  Yeah, he didn’t even notice until I brought these “changes” up to him!

At best, the criticisms about these aspects are proof that the fandom has an incredible knowledge and love for the details of the original Higurashi.  But… that’s all they are.  Details from a work that is nearly two decades old.

Again, they’re something I would have liked to have seen addressed. But I’m not going to let what are (to me) ultimately fairly minor nitpicks and retcons ruin my enjoyment of the story.

Finally, as for SatoRika as a relationship?  Honestly, the main problem I had with it was the imbalanced power dynamic between time looper Rika and an entirely average girl. Plus, while there was suggestion that Rika was the one person who could make Satoko move on from brother (one of the aspects that made me interested in the ship at all), and that Satoko was someone Rika would die for - the one timeline where that was explored, both girls died and forgot everything. And, of course, there was the factor that both girls were so young that exploring any ship for them required some aging up and setting outside frame of the story.

Gou fixed all of that in spades, showing SatoRika as teenagers, allowing Satoko to catch up to Rika in mental years, and having Satoko to move on from Satoshi. Then it added a few generous shots of twisted codependency and the potential for best friends-to-enemies-to-lovers to boot? Yeah, hello new OTP, I’m all aboard the SatoRika ship now!

And on that note… any time a writer returns to a hinted-at lesbian relationship and takes the opportunity to say “no, you weren’t seeing things, this was Actually Gay” it’s still such an wonderful, unexpected surprise to me. Particularly with an original work as old as Higurashi! Like, I was there when The Legend of Korra had Korrasami became canon, and it’s only become more common since then, but every new occurrence still feels as fresh and welcome as the first. Even and especially in anime.

So… yes, I really liked this aspect of Gou. For showing new sides to Satoko and Rika that made me love these old characters even more than I did before. And for maybe, just maybe making my silly, yuri-loving heart happier than I ever would have dreamed.

#when they cry #higurashi #higurashi gou #higurashi gou analysis #gou cour 2 analysis finale #my ramblings #houjou satoko #furude rika #satorika #satokowashi #read more #my higurashi gou sotsu meguri thoughts

[coepiteamare]

pens and paperwork

pairing: yoongi x oc   genre: crack? fluff? a little bit of action? james bond!au, a smidgen of sadness  warnings: language, mentions of blood and killing (this is a bond au), stitches, hospitals, drinking, also inaccuracies in the bond universe (i made up a title because i wanted to give yoongi a title), not beta read word count: 1.3k (this was supposed to be under 500)

drabble series: things you said: things you said through your teeth summary: In your defense, you don’t try to ruin equipment or destroy government property. It just happens sometimes. (alt. his eyes on you ignites a rush of adrenaline you can’t seem to get on your missions.) (james bond!au)

You smack your lips together and look everywhere but at P. 

The exploding pen had worked well. A little too well. 

The gun had been knocked out of your hands when someone from the building opposite of yours had fired a lucky shot into your arm. Your target took advantage of your pain, the hiss through your teeth, and kicked your injured arm, a sharp shoot of pain loosening your grip. The rain of gunfire had continued as you tried to fight off your assailant, using their body weight against them to slam them against the wall and jamming your elbow into their windpipe. You ignored the stinging in your arm as you rolled on the ground, towards your gun, and fired a shaky shot with your non-dominant hand towards them. 

From your position, you couldn’t see where the shooters were, much less how many of them, and you knew you didn’t have much time left before the adrenaline would fizzle out and the bullet in your arm would actually become a bloody menace. 

Here goes nothing, you thought as you triple clicked the pen and aimed it towards the roof of the building next to you, a prayer under your breath to whatever was listening. I promise to work on shooting with my non-dominant hand, and stop complaining about 005 and 006, and listen to M more. I promise to stop tormenting P. Just please, please, let my pen fly straight—

The building had gone up in flames instantly, red consuming the exterior and streaking the sky with grey. 

Unfortunately, your building too, had caught on fire. as well as all of the buildings around the building. 

Well, fuck. 

You clicked open the slight heel of your shoes, grabbed the mini radio, and pressed it hard before sprinting across the rooftop and jumping across to the next, trying to avoid the heat licking across your ankles before backup was sent. 

In retrospect, Q did warn you the exploding pen was still—as he put it— a disaster of a work in progress. (Everything in Q branch was a work in progress. There was always something that needed fine tuning and updating.) That the amount of firepower was unpredictable and likely to go awry. That they had yet to test it out on the field. That he had been given explicit instructions to not—under any circumstances—hand it over to you by P. 

You had blinked at that information, quiet for a moment before letting a slow smile dawn over your face. Q took a step back—then another and another until there was a table between the two of you—and had asked, “are you alright, 007?” 

“Of course, Q. Never better.” 

You skipped out of Q branch, humming under your breath much to Namjoon’s disbelief. You then slipped in a couple days later, hours before your flight, and pocketed the exploding pen. 

At least now they knew it worked. There had been no civilian casualties. You had also brought back the gun this time—in one piece, no less—so all in all, you’d say it was a win win situation. 

“Anything to say for yourself, 007?” P drawls, an eyebrow raised. 

“The exploding pen works,” you say, not even blinking at the sting of the disinfectant. “and i could really use a glass of whiskey. I’m about to be in pain.” 

“You would be in a lot less pain if you hadn’t stolen the pen from the Q branch.”

“I would also be a lot less alive if it weren’t for the pen,” you frown at him. “Technically, i didn’t steal. Namjoon—“

“Q, 007. Q. Let’s not discard protocol willy nilly, please. Protocol and procedure are there for a reason,” he sighs, chasing his exasperation with a cup of tea against the infirmary door frame. Maybe it’s your nerves on high alert from the pain in your arms, eyes slightly watering with every prick, or maybe you’re just high on the fumes of sterile equipment, but Yoongi looks really really good in his crisp white button up and black slacks, dress shoes polished and shining under the fluorescent lights. “Given the fact that the pen was still a prototype, not meant to be out in the field, and the status of Q’s previous prototypes, you’re lucky to be alive at all. You do remember 006 and the laser ruby ring, no?”

You shudder. Taehyung had limped into the infirmary with burns all over, after the ring had dropped and exploded, burning the majority of the garage. Needless to say, the burns weren’t the only thing he had to worry about, once the other 00s found out about the state of their cars. 

“It had to be tested on the field at some point. I just—fuck—sped up the process.”

“Why, is something bothering you, 007?” he smirks. 

“Of course not,” you hiss through your teeth, smile forced and unnatural. 

On the job description for 00 agents, there is, somewhere in fine print, a requirement for a high tolerance to pain. Over the years, you’ve had multiple stitches, burns, and wounds, and while your sensitivity to the pain has dulled, a buzz of background noise, it still hurts. And right now, fresh from your mission with multiple bullet scrapes and knife wounds, you are most definitely in pain. You hope the stupid 00 who started the tradition of getting stitches without lidocaine—that sick fucker—is turning in his grave. 

You hear a sigh before there’s something amber coloured covering your vision. A small bottle of whiskey, opened, dangling from slender fingertips. 

“Macallan?” you prop yourself up on your arms, hissing at the pain. The nurse glares at you and pushes you back down, and you throw her a sheepish smile. “You do have a soft spot for me, P.” 

“Absolutely not,” he rolls his eyes as you eagerly gulp it down, letting the burn of alcohol wash over you. “You have a disciplinary meeting with M and Q right after this, and I'm merely taking pity on the both of them. You’re twice as annoying when you’re in pain.”

Yoongi gently sits on the bed across from yours, crossing his legs and sipping his tea. His eyes rake over the bullet wounds on your arm and shoulder, a quiet tsk tsk falling from his lips. You wonder what it would be like to kiss lips like his. 

Yoongi may not be a 00 agent anymore—traded in his title for his current position a year before you took on the 00 job—but he certainly still looks the part, body lithe and strong and lean. Among the sea of good looking 00s your department is famous for, he holds his own with his cat eyes, sharp jawline, and even sharper wit. An air of grace and sophistication, with a touch of disdain for the 00s. (All of you do tend to make for messy paperwork. In your defense, you don’t try to ruin equipment or destroy government property. It just happens sometimes.) 

It’s not against the rules to date another agent: contrary to the nature of their job, 005 and 006, unfortunately, are anything but covert about their attraction for one another. But like so much of your identity, your personal life is at the mercy of your job, neatly groomed so you can leave everything behind when called. Documented just enough to be believable and sparse enough to be deleted without raising questions. Ready to be burned at a moment’s notice. 

Your job constantly requires you to put your life on the line. You don’t think you can risk your heart too. Not when it’s the one thing you’re allowed to have. 

He raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “You’re uncharacteristically quiet, 007. Something catch your eye?”

“Just admiring the effects of this beautiful Macallan,” you lie through your teeth, cheeks warm. You hope it’s from the alcohol, but Yoongi's grin tells you otherwise. “Do you think Seokjin would be nicer about the pen if I’m in pain?”

The grin slips right off his face and Yoongi contemplates taking the needle from the nurse and stabbing you himself. “It’s M, 007, M. For fuck’s sake.”

A/N: this was originally supposed to be a rival 00 agents drabble with taehyung, but it took on a mind of it’s own and i just really liked the idea of this character with a non-field agent. i wanted a title for yoongi. so he’s P, and he’s M’s assistant and head of paperwork. also not in lapslock for once. 

#yoongi fic #yoongi imagine #yoongi drabble #yoongi scenarios #bts fic #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts scenario #btswritingcafe #thebtswritersclub #violet dreams of violet gardens #heartsforbts