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doobean · 8 months

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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN - ISAGI YOICHI

synopsis: A quick game of truth or dare goes a long way for you and your boyfriend.

contents: afab!fem!reader, college au, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, parties, the whole college experience, awkward first times, isagi centric, narration heavy throughout, explicit content (he calls you baby, unprotected, virginity loss, fingering, handjob, saddling, clothes stay on!!, finishing inside, a lil bit of aftercare and cuddles), mdni word count: 3.9K a/n: was originally req on my other blog before i dedicated a whole post to it because why not... also idk if its actually called saddling or not but some of these sex positions have weird names so im just gonna call it saddling (u sit in his lap)

It's not Isagi's fault when the topic comes up. Everyone is drinking—like an absurd amount.

On this particular night, they win their last game of the season, and what better way to celebrate than at Reo Mikage's overly lavished-out apartment? Bachira is the first one to suggest a party and, after minimum persuasion, Reo offers up his place. Tonight is also the night that everyone finds out that Reo has a fucking wine cellar. The type of wine cellars with evil-looking spiral staircases that can hold a multitude of foreign wines and hard liquor that Isagi can't even pronounce even if he tries.

And it's also not Isagi's fault when he agrees to play "truth or dare", foolishly thinking that it'll remain PG-13 as if he had forgotten that having Shidou and Bachira around makes everything but PG-13. Everyone is about four shots in when Shidou's tongue starts getting loose and suddenly everyone becomes interested in their teammates' sex lives — specifically Isagi's sex life with you.

So this is how it happens. This is how they get on this ridiculous tangent.

They’re guys, so the shift in conversation comes as no surprise to Isagi. Even though Isagi doesn’t actually have any legitimate interest in said conversation.

"You can't avoid answering by taking shots," Bachira almost slaps the shot glass from Isagi's grasp as he brings it up to his lips. "C'mon, just tell us already, Yoi."

Approximately ten minutes before his turn, Isagi has learned against his will that Shidou has slept with nearly half of the cheerleading team — all while wearing the school’s mascot costume. His best friend, Bachira Meguru, apparently has a slight degradation kink and is secretly a masochist. Reo and Nagi? Shared a few girlfriends between them during the course of high school and freshman year of college. And now it’s his turn.

"Fuck off," Isagi scoots away from Bachira and settles closer to Rin on his right, the only 'normal' one of the group for tonight. "Can we just skip to the next person?"

The whole team is sitting on the living room floor in a circle, each person clutching either a bottle of alcohol or one of Reo's weirdly expensive shot glasses that he says his father had bought from Switzerland. The whole team, minus Rin, also can't seem to let go of the conversation. Almost as if everyone knows the truth and is waiting for Isagi to say it himself.

"Nuh-uh," Reo sloppily points his finger at Isagi and leans slightly forward, almost faceplanting himself on the floor if Nagi hadn't pulled him back in time. "You've been avoiding all the juicy questions tonight, Isagi."

Maybe it's his secretly inflated ego but Isagi likes to think of himself as a good boyfriend. And a good boyfriend should keep all private details... private. Even if there are no details to share.

"You guys are drunk." Isagi points out and nudges an overly tipsy Bachira away with his foot.

Kunigami leans against the couch behind him and throws his head towards the ceiling. "That's the whole reason why we're playing this in the first place."

"So, answer the question, Isagi." Shidou tips his wine bottle back, it's nearly empty, and goes in for another drink. "How often do y'all do it?" He asks with a sly smirk.

Isagi bites his lips, trying his best to look threatening while the red from the alcohol blushes his cheeks. "I'm not answering."

Chigiri huffs from across and jabs Shidou's side. "Just give him a dare instead, this is getting boring."

"Rinnie, give him a good one."

Rin flicks Shidou a seething glare at the nickname but the other male laughs it off. Everyone does because, unlike Rin and Isagi, everyone is currently shitfaced. Still, Isagi can't help but wonder what his long-term rival has up his sleeves. They didn't have the best friendship, but at least they can somewhat acknowledge each other's skills to some degree, even if Rin can be a dick at times.

After what seems to be a long while, Rin speaks up. "I dare you to go home."

He says it so nonchalantly that it makes Isagi almost spit out his drink. "Excuse me?"

Rin repeats it again and Bachira, who's now seven shots in, chimes in. "Oh! So he can fuck his girlfriend, right?"

Rin rolls his eyes, wearing an exasperated expression. "Yeah, sure."

On any other day, Isagi would feel offended but that isn't the first emotion that overcomes him. He feels oddly... relieved? But he can't let the other drunkards know that, obviously. Rin gives him a knowing look and takes another shot.

"Dumbass, are you going to do it or not?"

Tonight's been weird, Isagi thinks. Is his rival looking out for him?

Isagi hesitantly stands up and settles his drink on a nearby tabletop before shuffling towards the front door to grab his gym bag and backpack in the corner. "You guys are losing your minds." He fakes a frown.

"Ugh, you're no fun Rinnie."

"Isagi Yoichi doesn't do shit with his girl, that's all I'm hearing."

"Waah? No, he definitely does! I think?"

He drowns out the background noises as he pulls out his phone and hovers over the Uber app. Hopefully, his teammates will forget about this interaction by tomorrow morning.

And while Isagi knows that it shouldn't matter, he would be lying to himself if he hadn't thought about taking things to the next level with you. Still, he feels like it shouldn't be his choice to decide the pace of the relationship. He's an average student in terms of academic performance and has already secured a spot on the national team before graduation. On the other hand, you're currently studying almost every night to keep your scholarship and aspire to get into graduate school. Isagi would be absolutely floored if he suddenly became a distraction — your distraction.

Which explains why during the course of the six-month relationship the most that you guys have gone far with is second base: makeout sessions and basically anything that's above the waistline.

Instead of heading back to his apartment, Isagi finds himself typing in your campus address into the Uber search bar. He doesn't really know why but maybe the combination of the alcohol and vulnerable conversations tonight really messed something in his weird brain. Your place is pretty close to his, so he can just walk home afterward, and plus he needs to see you to... what? To vent? Maybe that's what he needs.

It didn't take long when he finally arrived in front of your apartment. Most of the alcohol by now has settled down, so hopefully he doesn't look like a mess when he sees you.

Isagi rings the bell. There’s a moment’s silence, then a shuffling, the sound of the door clicking in the lock, and —

"Yoichi?"

Your hair is down and slightly damp as if you had just come out of the shower not long ago. You're wearing one of Isagi's old shirts that he gave you on one of your earlier dates, a large graphic tee featuring a faded-out character from a show he doesn't remember. The shirt hangs barely past your thighs and... Isagi's eyes bug out just a bit because of course you're not wearing shorts. A good deal of your thighs are exposed, and Isagi wonders why he feels so goddamn uncomfortable about that.

He hears his name again and snaps his eyes up. "S-Sorry, is it late for you?"

Your laugh makes his stomach flip a few times. He knows it's late. It's nearly midnight but you're still making time to talk to him. God, he feels lucky to have someone who's as patient as you.

"You know you're always welcome over, right?" You step aside and motion your arms inside. "Come in, you look like you have a lot on your mind, Yoichi."

Isagi is also grateful that you like to keep the lights off when you study, excluding the tiny desk lamp you have, because the last thing he wants to happen is you making fun of his alcohol-ridden cheeks. He's pretty sure you can smell the tequila from his breath as he thanks you, and also sure that all that weird watermelon-flavored vaping smell from Karasu and Otoya is sticking to his clothes. Because you're the way you are, he knows that you'll offer to wash his clothes because the next thing you say is —

"You smell, Yoichi. And not in a good way!"

Okay, he didn't expect those exact words to fly out of your mouth, but he understands what your intentions are.

Isagi throws his hands up in defense and laughs. "The guys went a bit too hard, I know. Can't exactly help that."

He allows you to remove his jacket and you point toward your drawers. "I think I still have some of your clothes somewhere there. Just throw the rest in the hamper and I'll get to it."

And he does exactly that. Isagi ends up wearing a shirt that he could've sworn he lost forever ago and a pair of boxers that he lets you wear from time to time. It's not unusual for you to have some of his clothes since you guys have made it a tradition to try and have somewhat regular sleepovers on weekends that aren't crammed with football games and practice exams.

Once he hears your in-unit washing machine go off, he walks out and makes himself at home on your couch. It's been a long day, and he knows that he shouldn't extend his stay judging from your bookmarked textbooks and wall of sticky notes of god knows what formulas, but he finds the remote and flips on the television.

Oh, perfect. It seems that the show you two were binging from days ago is still paused.

"Hey," You plop down next to him and curl up to his side. Isagi tries his best to not stare at your thighs. "Wanna tell me what's on your mind?"

Isagi finds his shoulders immediately relaxing at your words and lets his mouth run with a small pout accompanying his lips afterward. "For the record, everyone was drunk so I doubt they would remember tomorrow, but they were pretty nosy about our sex lives."

You blink and tip your head. "Oh, well did you tell them?"

Isagi groans, breaking eye contact, and lifts a hand to his head to rub away the incoming headache. "No, I don't think they'll let go of it if I've told them."

It's stupid and irrational, Isagi knows that for sure. But he really doesn't want his private business being spread around by a bundle of testosterone and egotistical college guys. Not with your name in the mix.

"Then, do you want to change that?" You ask quietly, tugging Isagi out of his thoughts. Your words take him by complete surprise. In fact, that's the last thing he expected you to say. He'd expected more of your usual harmless complaints against his team.

Isagi withdraws back, just enough to see if maybe you're also drunk, but the sobriety of your straight face is enough to convince him that maybe you've gone insane instead. "What? We don't have to do anything just because of the guys. I want you to feel comfortable, you know?"

"I know!" You say in a rush and he flinches at your volume.

He makes out your flustered cheeks with the dim lighting from the television and suddenly you start fidgeting with the hems of your shirt. It's at that moment that Isagi takes note that he's been shamelessly staring at your thighs for god knows how long.

You bury your face into his shoulders as you continue. "Are you bored in our relationship, Yoi?"

Now Isagi is really confused and, frankly, a bit scared. Are you going to break up with him? Or do you think he's going to break up with you?

A free hand cradles your head while the other takes a tight grasp of your hands. Isagi holds you close as he places a longing kiss on your forehead. "Of course not, why on earth would you even think that? Is everything alright?"

He feels your body squirming around for a bit and then a shaky sigh. "We just—we never do anything. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed when you’re around your friends."

Ah shit, that’s where he fucked up.

"Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to come off that way. I’m not ashamed of what we currently do. I just think it’s best to keep things private to ourselves at the end of the day as opposed to sharing it with others." He explains.

"But don’t you ever just wanna do more than making out?"

He blinks and his mouth gapes. "What?"

"All we ever do is make out, you don’t touch me anywhere else but my chest… don't you want to go further?" Your voice lowers significantly at the last bit.

You’re still not looking to meet his gaze. And you’re actively trying not to because Isagi feels the weight of your head leaning against his body more. He doesn’t push it and instead accepts it. Clearly, this is something that he didn’t foresee. Maybe you’re also like him, uncertain and awkward about bringing up the topic.

Isagi arranges his face in the most neutral expression, ignoring his thundering heart, before lifting your head off his shoulders. "Then do you want to mess around a bit?"

You answer in a way that makes him melt. Your arms sling around his neck, lips soon finding solitude against his, seemingly not caring if his breath does smell one too many shots of alcohol from earlier. Isagi is taken aback by your sudden boldness and it takes him a moment to register what’s going on before returning the same energy back. A quick swipe from your tongue is all he needs to know that you’ve been touch-starved for too long.

You're straddling his lap now and the boxers Isagi's currently wearing is doing a rather poor job of masking the huge tent that's grinding right against you. He pulls away from the heated kiss, watching in a daze as a trail of salvia connects between you two, and winces when he feels your weight pressing against his length.

"W-Wait, slow down a bit…" He tries to lift you up but you stay steady in his lap.

Your hands rest on his chest and you shake your head. "I wanna go all the way tonight. Can we do that, Yoichi?" There’s something about the way his name rolls off your tongue that sets Isagi off but he has to make about one thing.

"Are you sure? Like positive?"

And the heat in your gaze holds a clear promise — you want this more than anything.

He tries to lift you up slightly again, and this time you follow along. Isagi feels you flinch under his touch as his calloused fingers trace their way down to your panties, toying with the lace ribbon at the front before slipping underneath the cotton fabric. It’s completely soaked through and the way his index finger easily slides between your folds has you almost crying out in embarrassment.

“Baby,” Isagi hisses through his teeth as he gets familiar with the foreign gummy walls. “All this for me?”

Your boldness from before seems to have dissipated once Isagi took control. You only sigh in response when Isagi nips at the space between your neck and shoulder. Isagi groans against your skin when you find yourself sinking deeper into his finger from the touch.

“Touch me more, please…”

Having you this close to him, holding him, spilling out these phrases that he didn’t expect to hear, it’s all too much for Isagi. His lips reconnect with yours again, this time with more force and desperation. Your body shudders and twitches under his palm as he picks up his rhythm, inserting an additional finger and then a third one.

“Does that feel good, baby? Tell me how you like it.” Isagi pays close attention to the small shifts on your face as he attempts to stretch out your walls bit by bit. “Let me know if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”

You bury your face deep into his shoulders once more. “Don’t stop, it feels really good, Yoichi.” It’s his turn to twitch when he feels a hand palming at his own arousal. “Can I have a turn, too?” You have no idea how much weight your words carry. A simple question like that makes Isagi’s stomach twist in knots.

“Y-Yeah, you can.”

The position is a bit awkward but, eventually, it ends with your hands engulfing around his throbbing length poking out from his boxers while he’s knuckle-deep in your entrance. The slick, wet sounds coming from your folds is the only audible noise in the room, other than your occasional mews and Isagi's muffled grunts as you pump him off.

When his length is embarrassingly covered in his pre, Isagi releases his digits from your warmth. "I'm going to finish at this rate, baby." He breathes out.

You shyly meet his eyes, both of you jolting at the incredibly warm and slippery mess you've created from playing with each other when you line his length against your entrance. "I'm going to put it in, Yoi." Your voice is shaky and your free hand grips his thigh as you slowly descend.

Isagi breathes out a raspy gasp as he watches your heat swallow his length. Seeing his arousal disappear inch by inch is a sight that he’ll burn in his mind forever and, when your walls squeeze around him, it takes everything in his power to not cum right then and there. His hands immediately find home on your hips, thumbs digging into the sides and his digits kneading at the flesh of your ass. You’re tight, hot, and overwhelming all at the same time. The feeling consumes him entirely.

"Fuck," Isagi throws his head back and screws his eyes shut. "Don't move—give me a second."

You moan in return, eyes shifting away from the sight. "Take your time, Yoi."

Isagi lets you cockwarm him for a few seconds, feeling himself slowly calming down as he adjusts to your tight walls and begins to thrust slowly. You don't bother shielding your moans, and it makes things all just a bit harder for him to concentrate.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, only going off of what he’s seen from the occasional porn videos he’s seen. Isagi thinks he’s doing a decent job, even though his mind is going absolutely crazy right now. Your erratic moans are right against his ears and the sounds coming from your warmth are the only things keeping him in check. Isagi’s palms rest steadily on your ass as he continues plundering in and out of your sloppy folds from the couch. It isn’t long before you’re shaking and sweating against him, making your earlier shower completely pointless.

You cry out, over-sensitive and shaky, clenching down on him. Isagi's vision gets hazy and soon he realizes that his eyes are misting over, small pools of tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, threatening to smear his cheeks. He'd never expected something like this can render him so weak.

Your voice grows hoarse from the volume you're emitting and Isagi hopes you don't receive a noise complaint from your neighbors tomorrow. He leans forward, helpless to let your cries go unanswered, and smothers the noises with his mouth. Your ass meets every thrust he pushes forward and feeling the familiar heat building up in his stomach, Isagi knows he isn't going to last that much longer.

One of his hands snakes up your shirt and cups one of your breasts, toying with your nipple, while the other hovers over your clit. He feels your entire body trembling, chest heaving, and walls throbbing all around him. "Yoichi, it's too good...!"

"Hold out just a bit longer, baby." Isagi's thumb begins circling your bud and it's the final push for you. Your mouth tilts forward, hips bucking and grinding, and you squeeze him so tight that he doesn't have the time to pull out, coating your walls with his white mess. Everything feels hot like fire spreading across his entire body.

Once he feels your body slack against his, he snaps out of his thoughts and immediately pulls out, grimacing at the sheer amount of cum that flows out of you.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I'll run to the store tomorrow morning, baby." His breathing is labored but he still manages to press his lips to your forehead, and he inhales. "You did amazing."

"Mhmm," You make a vague noise that sounds like a bit like acknowledgment to his ears.

Isagi loosens his arms around your body, shifting your figure to sit up by the edge of the couch, and waddles to the bathroom to fetch a damp towel. When he returns, your eyes are half-lidded and you look like you're one second away from passing out from exhaustion. He's not sure if it's from the sex or that you probably stayed up all day studying.

When the sounds of his footsteps come closer, you peer up and lock eyes, taking his breath away. "Will you stay the night?" And he almost laughs on the spot.

"I'm not gonna do a hit and run, baby. You really think I'm doing that?"

He removes your ruined panties and cleans up the cum running down your inner thighs. After fetching you a set of new underwear, he finds the last of his strength for the night and scoops you up, moving only a few feet to the comfort of your twin-sized mattress. Isagi tucks you in slightly, leaving enough room for him to slide in when he changes into a new pair of bottoms.

"You're too nice to be an ass, I guess." You reply, tracing small patterns onto his chest.

He slings an arm over you, pulling you closer, and lets one of your legs rest over his stomach. "Hey, I can be mean when I want to!" Isagi shoots back.

Your chuckles send vibrations down his chest. "So, are you going to tell your friends about tonight?"

"Fuck no," Isagi presses another kiss to your head again and tightens his grip around you. "I don't even want to know what they do with that information." There's a pause and he blinks. "Are you going to tell anyone?"

You stay quiet for a while and Isagi groans, knowing the exact person you were going to text when the opportunity arrives. "Just Rin! You know that we're best friends, right?"

Ugh, he doesn't really want his rival to know about his sex life but he can't exactly stop you from talking about these types of things to your childhood friend. Isagi rubs circles into your back and pouts slightly. "Keep the details to a minimum."

"No promises, Yoichi." But he knows that you're only joking. And even if you did spew all the details to Rin, at least Isagi can sleep peacefully at night knowing that the other male minds own his business.

A yawn escapes from your lips and you snuggle deeper against his body. "Do you have a busy day tomorrow?"

"Nah, everything's pretty much wrapped up for me." He responds, feeling the fatigue catching up as well. "Did you want me to stay over again tomorrow?"

"Only if you promise to add a pack of condoms to the shopping list."

He smiles, jotting down the mental note before shutting his eyes. "Anything for you, baby."

another note: hehe ty for making it this far!! idk why i named it seven minutes in heaven bc it has nothing to do w the game but lets just say the whole sex experience lasted seven mins bc that's p normal for first time ig??

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spinningalbinoturtle · 5 months

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Thanksgiving headcanons for the Lotr crew

Its hosted in Rivendell but Elrond lets people extend the invite to others so everyone comes

Sam is in the kitchens from 6am cooking a million things-he also brought several side dishes premade

Frodo is all over the decorations and setting the table but he also made some cookies

Arwen is also very particular about this particularly the table

She has made a seating chart which she hopes will minimize squabbling

She has also set some ground rules like no dissing on your child’s interracial marriage (for Elrond and Thranduil)

Bilbo helps Sam cook in the morning but then he starts drinking around midday and doesn’t stop til he is dragged to bed by Frodo and Erestor

While Elrond is hosting he doesn’t do much just sits around and judges

He and Thranduil will be breaking Arwen’s rules

Thranduil and Gloin out drink Bilbo. They are having a silent drinking contest which has not been spoken of. Each one just decided to out drink the other

Thranduil wins cause he drinks like three bottles of a wine a day

Gimli and Legolas are just trying to avoid their parents

Thankfully Arwen sat them at the opposite end of the table

Unfortunately near Elrond who asks several awkward questions about how elf/dwarf sex works (he’s curious from a medical standpoint)

Bilbo drunkenly tells them how he had a dwarf boyfriend once so he totally understands what they’re going through at which point Frodo cuts off his wine supply

Frodo is actually trying to slow down Bilbo’s drinking all evening but with little success

Elladan and Elrohir have bonded with Merry and Pippin who introduced them to pipeweed. The four of them are stoned out of their minds and consequently eat more than everyone else. Arwen doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her brothers.

Aragorn is in charge of the turkey. Its excellent

He is mostly trying to hide from Elrond the whole time

Boromir tries to assist him with helpful turkey roasting tidbits but Aragorn would rather just do it himself

Eventually he assigns Boromir to the stuffing- its actually not bad

Erestor keeps Elrond occupied, they hang out and play chess in the middle of all the chaos

Glorfindel is the guy who is just ready for the holiday season to start

He keeps pestering Maglor to play Yule carols but Elrond’s rule is not until after dinner

Gandalf sits around and smokes and occasionally yells at Pippin. He takes turns hanging out with Bilbo and getting him drunker, hanging out with Elrond and Galadriel

Galadriel intimidates everyone no one knows where she was before or after dinner

Celeborn brought lembas rolls and cranberry sauce

Faramir makes a mean pumpkin pie

He’s just happy to be included. He fangirls over all the elves who indulge him mostly

Eowyn is enjoying watching the antics. She can’t cook for shit so she doesn’t bother to help with that but she does help clean up

So do Merry and Pippin but only because Gandalf forced them

Eomer brings “traditional Rohirric appetizers” and its smoked horse meat. Pippin and Sam are horrified to learn this.

Everyone has their favorite: Sam’s is obvs PO-TAY-TOES. Frodo likes cranberry sauce. Merry inhales stuffing. Pippin loves rolls.

Drunkest in order of most to least would be: Thranduil, Gloin, Bilbo, Gimli, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Aragorn (but you can’t tell), Eomer, Eowyn, Glorfindel, Sam (he would’ve drunk more but he was busy cooking), Elladan, Elrohir (they’re so high they don’t drink much) Arwen (not a big drinker), Frodo(alcohol fucks with his anxiety so he just has one glass of wine) Faramir (who’s a teatotler cause he thinks if he did drink he’d become an alcoholic).

Lots of songs are sung before people start to retire for bed

Legolas and Gimli have sex really loudly between their fathers’ rooms to annoy them

Galadriel shows up around midnight and helps finish cleaning up

The clean up crew includes Eowyn, Merry, Faramir, Pippin, Gandalf, and Legolas and Gimli. They have a great time.

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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Hii! Could i request a yandere jake kim? If you still accept a request

Thank you! :))

Sure

YANDERE KIM GIMYEONG(JAKE KIM) HEADCANONS

He's the son of the one and only Gapryong Kim, the king of Seoul, a fearsome and respected man among his gang members and yet a horrible dad and husband. Jake wasn't overly fond of the way his dad behaved with his mother, he could sense his mother's sadness at times. Which is why he vowed to himself that if he was ever in a relationship with someone, he'd be a loyal man. He values loyalty above anything else. You'd first meet him when you both are in school together. He always roams around with his gang called 'Big Deal' which you thought was sort of funny since they went around pretending they were a Big Deal. You were secretly terrified of the large bulky bald Jerry Kwon, who's referred to as the right hand man of Jake and his sword, who's always willing to do anything for him and go above and beyond for him. You've seen them fight in the classrooms, you've seen the way they beat people up whoever dared to speak ill against Jake and his father

Jake honestly didn't want to get into fights because of one reason, he wanted you to stop being so nervous around him. The first time he got into a fight and ruthlessly beat someone's head against the wall over and over again and kicked them with his exceptional fighting skills, he saw the slightly terrified look in your eyes and his heart felt a slight pang of hurt. That wasn't what he wanted your opinion to be when came to him. You quickly put your head down and tried to mind your own business to avoid getting involved and interfering in the matter as you buried your nose in your book. You were a quiet little thing, never really interacting with people that much and he started growing curious about you. You've piqued his interest and seeing you be so nervous around him just didn't sit right with him

He wants to find a way to win you over. The other members of the Big Deal would soon get to know that he's developing feelings for you and some of them will tease him about them, till he tells them to shut it with a slight embarrassed blush on his face. He's always staring at you like some idiot with a slight lovesick grin on his face like cupid struck him in the heart with a love arrow or something. He likes the way your hair strands fall in your face, he wants to be the one to push your hair strands back behind your ear and look into your eyes lovingly and hold your hand and feel your touch. He feels like he's falling into a chasm of madness by the second and he doesn't regret it either. Oblivious Jerry will ask him why he won't confess to you but there's a teensy problem. You didn't want anything to do with him because of the number of fights he gets himself into. Part of him understands but the other part of him is just being irrational and illogical and telling him to screw it and ask you out anyway. "Boss Jake, would you like for me to write a love note for you?" asked Jerry in a slightly loud tone as Jake looked at him with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "Shh...Jerry. You shouldn't be bothered about such things. Go do your homework, you're too young to be bothered about romance" said Jake in response

Jake will find out about things you like and he'll leave little candies and your favorite drinks on your table. It makes his day when you look at it curiously and when you look at him slightly suspicious as to why he's doing this, he and his members would just pretend to be doing something else and when Jake catches your eye, he'll give you a slightly awkward wave. You'd notice he's being gentle around you and he's actually a good decent guy deep down. You'll slowly become friends with him and he'll love hanging out with you. You could join the Big Deal if you wanted but secretly he sort of wishes you wouldn't. Not that he doesn't enjoy your company, he does but he just doesn't want you getting involved in fights and such. He wants to protect you from them

He'll start growing possessive and obsessive over you and he feels like his feelings of obsessiveness are justified because of what's happening. After what happened with Sinu Han's disappearance and after saving him from the clutches of the Worker's Second Affiliate, he's starting to become paranoid about losing you. You just mean so much to him, you mean the world to him. You're his heart, his soul, his significant other and you're always on his mind. He might not look like a romantic guy from the exterior but he totally is. He loves getting all romantic with you, you'll always be the precious one who'll be in his heart. Would probably say things like "You don't cross my mind because you live in it" sort of things

Being with Jake also means you'll have the whole of Big Deal ready to watch over you and protect you. They won't call him out on his obsessive and unnatural feelings of possessiveness towards you, they're all just happy that their beloved boss found someone to love. Sinu hypes his obsession for you and starts gushing madly about how adorable it is for Jake to love you so much. Jerry, the right hand man of Jake would do anything for him. You might be Jake's significant other and Jerry would respect you but that doesn't mean he won't snitch on you and give Jake an account of whatever goes on in your life. If someone else has their eyes on you and is planning to take you away from his beloved boss, he, Lineman and Jason Yoon would be there to take care of the pest. They'd warn the person to stay away from you and if they still don't get the hint, now they're just ASKING for a beating at this point

You're not allowed to go anywhere without someone he trusts accompanying you. It's too dangerous and he'd rather burst a blood vessel than let something happen to you. He might be sweet and affectionate and gentle towards you but for someone who tries to harm you, he shows no mercy. He doesn't care if he's being beyond ruthless, all logic and rationality would be out of the window and down the drain when someone tries to harm you. The other day while you were helping the girls set up some new clothes at their shops, there were a few guys who started eyeing you in a rather inappropriate manner. You didn't think much of it before as you continued to help the girls. However Yeonhuei gets the feeling something is wrong and is on high alert to protect you against the creeps. One of the guys 'accidentally' brushed his hand against your thigh and you thought it was a harmless innocent mistake. How wrong you were. The men thought that you seemed like a pushover and they could take advantage of your personality as they smirked to themselves, thinking of all the 'fun' they could have with you

While you were heading out of the shop, they cornered you against a brick wall and started leering at you and making all sorts of lecherous comments about you and your body. You tried to run when they grabbed you by your wrists and refused to let you go. To your relief, a large looming figure that stood out distinctly in the night atmosphere stared down at them and you realized it was Jerry. Jerry was ready to fight but Jake wanted to get rid of those pests himself. He needed to set an example, no one would get away with touching you. Jake beat them unconscious and mentally vowed to finish them off later at some point by breaking their hands since they didn't deserve them after trying to do that to you

He'll pull you close to him and comfort you as he'll wrap his arms around you and softly kiss your head. You both will go back to his place and he'll ease your worries by rubbing soft circles around your back and make a bowl of your favorite instant Ramen or order some takeaway for you both. He didn't want you getting upset over some lousy scumbags who had no decency as he'll hold your hand in his and assure you that he'll always be there to protect you

He doesn't even need to make it seem like he's kidnapped you or something. He has a clever method of ensuring you're always by his side. He'll tell you things like how it's dangerous outside without him and that he just loves you so much. Might even resort to slight guilt tripping at some point but he just wants you to stay with him. He could never bring himself to yell at you or hurt you, that's not what a real man does to the one he loves. If you try leaving him or escaping from him, he'll just track you down. Jerry will just hoist you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and bring you back to his boss where he'll be ready to chide you and scold you like you're a naughty child. He'll check for any injuries you could have received during your little 'stunt' and after that escape attempt of yours, no way would he be dense enough to trust you on your own. You'll always have someone watching you

Luah will be able to figure out even the slightest thought you'll have of escaping or leaving them. She's smart that way. She'll also be the one to dig up any information and dirt to use against people who've hurt you before in the past and Jake will send his members to have a little 'talk' with them and he doesn't care if it's the Workers either. Jake doesn't like it when you're crying or having a meltdown, he's doing it for your own good. Those Workers scumbags could hurt you, he's just trying to protect you. He wants to keep you safe. He doesn't care even if he has to go against that old lousy MF Charles Choi, he always hated him anyway. Half the people he knows despise him too. He'll give you some privacy if you need but secretly wishes he could hold you in his arms and comfort you instead. Overall he wouldn't be a bad guy to have as a yandere, just stick with him and things will be all right. He does want a family with you after all with little ones running around here and there. He's slowly building a fantasy of having a family with you and he'll make sure he'll get that fantasy to become a reality with you one way or another even if he has to get his hands dirty, which wouldn't really be a problem for the son of Gapryong Kim...

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harusaki-hugo · 1 year

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Calling Them By Real/Full Name.[MONDSTADT VER]

Warning: Pure Crack, a bit angst[on jean], jealous reader [jean], fluff [jean], you can see the fav, some characters real name spoiler.

Headcanon:- Calling someone you close/love by their full/real name can sometimes strike fear inside them. But sometimes calling their full/real name affectionately can make them melt inside.

Characters:- Diluc , Kaeya and Jean

Diluc:-

Once again, Diluc forgot about you two dinner nights to chase after some Fatui guys. You sit there on the Tavern chair seething in anger while Kaeya tries to calm you down.

“i-I’m sure he just wants to get you some flowers?” Kaeya smile nervously flinching in fear when you glare at him, “One more word, Kaeya. You going to wear two eyepatches.” You manage to shut the male.

Diluc enters the Tavern with a tired sigh, his expression twisting in displeasure when he sees Kaeya but brightening when he sees you. He seems ignorant at how a dark aura seeps out of you and the warning look Kaeya gives him.

“My love.” You cut him off with a dark smile, “ Diluc Ragnvindr.” The way Diluc's face becomes more pale hinting that he realizes his mistake, you jump out of the chair summoning out your weapon, “You going to meet you father-” Kaeya quickly wraps his arms around your torso lifting you from the floor yelling, “Diluc, ruun!!”

The red hair male does not need to be told twice, kicking down the tavern door he frantically throws himself out of the door to avoid your wrath, and perhaps this time he should stay out of regions for another year until you calm down [again].

Kaeya:-

You feel your eyebrows twitching in anger as you wait inside your boyfriend's office room waiting for him to come back from his so said patrol. Standing beside you are Traveler and Paimon, eyes still red from the crying. Early today the two come to you crying, complaining that Kaeya lies to them about some treasure and force them to become bait for some treasure thief.

Having a soft spot for the honorary knight and their companion, you decide to scold the male for them only to find out that the male is currently at Tavern drinking in the middle of the day and annoying his brother.

Your eyes snap at the door when it clicks open revealing your boyfriend, he smiles widely when he sees you but confused at the sight of the traveler and Paimon.

“ Kaeya Alberich.” He went rigid at your tone, smiling nervously he take a step back only to let out a yelp when the door suddenly slam shut. You stand up from the chair summoning your weapon, “Say hi to crepus for me~”

Lisa and Jean look up from their work when they hear the familiar scream of Kaeya, “And here you thought he learn his lesson.” Jean sighed.

Jean:-

She didn’t come back home, again. You sit on the couch in your shared home living room glaring at the clock on the wall, it’s already morning and another new day, and your fiance still hasn’t come home. It’s been a week and you start to think that the headquarter is her home rather than here.

It’s her idea for you two to move in together and now, she is the one who rarely comes home. She always says she is busy, with too much paperwork to do, then why did she have time to spend a day with Lisa than her lover.

The front door creaks open making your eyes snap toward the door revealing a very tired-looking Jean, she looks in your direction and smiles softly at the sight of you but you just click your tongue and look away from her, puffing your cheeks.

She looks confused at first, entering the house, she takes a seat beside you calling your name softly, and asks what’s wrong, “...Go spend more time with Lisa...” You grumble, “This is not your actual home, right..” She looks shocked at your words, looking at her lap guiltily she leans forward until her forehead hit your shoulder, you flinch at first but let her stay there.

When she see you didn’t move away from her, she wrap her arms around you leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder before snuggling her face on the croak of your neck. “J- Jean Gunnhildr!” You try to say her name in a stern tone but she just sighs liking the way you say her name, “Yes? “ She says your name back but instead of your last name, she put her last name onto it. You finally give in shifting around wrapping your arms around her bringing her close to you, Jean beaming at you pushing you down on the couch cuddling you to her heart's content.

Goddamnit, you over-working woman, just come back home. I don’t want C2 Diluc, I just want jean.

#genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact #diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya x reader #jean gunhildr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #jean gunnhildr #Jeancomehomeplease #genshin impact x reader #x reader #genshin x reader

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aheathen-conceivably · 10 months

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🎶 Love is Complicated 🎶

Zelda left New Orleans one brisk morning in the final days of 1928. Antoine accompanied her to the docks where her steamer boarded and no further. They had barely spoken since the day she received the call that her mother was dying and he refused to accompany her to England. At first, she had merely been swept away in preparations; but as Antoine grew more guilty and withdrawn, their initial fight settled into a gaping divide filled with nothing but silence.

Zelda had tried to compensate for his lack of support with her own quiet reserve; avoiding his spiraling morbidity in the face of her own despair, hoping that he would realize that she was the one who actually needed his strength. Yet the day she boarded the ship he avoided her eyes, keeping his hands near his side until Violette came to tell him goodbye; then he held her until the whistle blew and watched them walk away without a word.

Their passage over the Atlantic was only six days, most of which Zelda spent confined to her cabin. Violette had been incessantly seasick, only coming out of her stupor to ask Zelda where her father was. At home. Zelda would tell her. He’s at home. Then her bleary eyes would close again, seemingly disappointed that only her mother was there to comfort her.

But suspended above the sea, surrounded by nothing but open water, Zelda thought that perhaps she was sailing home, that England was where she was always meant to be. It was where her family and her history were; and in an increasingly fearful thought, where she and her daughter’s futures were as well.

As she looked down at her sleeping daughter Zelda couldn't help but think of how much easier Violette’s life would be in England. The stares in the streets of New Orleans had grown no less frequent; and they were only worse any time the three of them tried to go in public together.

Of course she knew Violette would face prejudice wherever she went, but at least in Henford she would have Wally and her older cousins, who had all gone through life in similar circumstances. There, Violette would be free of the stigma of her unwed parents or the decision every minute of every day as to where she should sit on the bus or which water fountain to drink from.

When Zelda truly tried to picture her life in England, one thought continued to haunt her mind: Antoine. She knew that she couldn’t leave him there, alone in the club without his daughter, just as she knew he would never go with her.

But as the boat sailed further out to sea, she only became more aware of how distant he had become. For years she had tried to deny it, but Zelda knew that he had been lying to her: lying about the state of the club and where his money was coming from. He was unwilling to plan for the future or even acknowledge the slow decay of their home all around them.

Then in the moment when she needed him most, he had turned inward and offered only his own guilt and trauma. Zelda knew that it was in part who he was, to remain seemingly unbreakable in the face of so much; but she felt like less and less of his partner, and more and more vulnerable to the ever changing tides of the world without his honesty or support.

Yet as England drew closer, the prospect of a life there seemed even more hollow, the way it had after her father and sister died. It had been impossible not to think of Rosella on this voyage, to wonder if she perhaps sailed over where her body rested. It kept her awake at night, picturing the shards of fine China and wrought iron at the bottom of the sea, slowly breaking into ever smaller pieces as the salt and waves claimed them as their own.

But what Zelda was truly the most afraid of was what she knew she would find in England: her sister’s room, her father’s grave, and most unavoidably of all, her mother on her deathbed. She sailed to England to face the same pain that she had left to avoid, and she didn’t know if she could handle it, or if she would run again.

(As a little note for all you lovelies, when you see a 🎶 at the beginning of a post, it means that you can click on it for musical ~vibes~ to accompany the story. My many, many thanks to the marvelous @theplottdump for inspiring this idea. Anne’s legacy is all the vibes and I cannot recommend it enough).

#1928 #1929 #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #the darlingtons #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #1920s #antoine duplanchier #zelda darlington #violette darlington

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sl-newsie · 11 months

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!” I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

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sunlightmurdock · 9 months

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Katie, congrats on your milestone !! <3 I don’t think that sub rosa Bradley would ever actually be this ballsy—lest Iceman might literally kill him—but please indulge me for a second 😂 I can’t stop thinking Bradley fingering lil Kazansky under the table at a family dinner because she’s been teasing him all day before they had to go to her parents’ house. The whole family is there along with Mav and Penny. Bradley’s hand slowly creeping up her thigh, discreetly making its way under her dress and making her breath hitch, nearly choking on her drink, his movements painfully slow so as not to alert anyone of what’s going on, but also to punish her for teasing him, and stopping right before she can reach her high and leaving her a flustered mess :)

- @sugarcoated-lame 🥰🫶🏼🫶🏼

She’s a tease at the best of times but this past weekend, when all of them have been invited to her father’s lake house for the Fourth of July weekend — she has been an absolute menace.

Asking him to reapply the sunscreen on her shoulders, pushing her ass back against him as he had.

Looking him dead in the eyes, ice-cream on her lips, being extra slow to lick it back off.

Falling into bed last night wearing not a stitch of clothing, claiming that it would just be too warm otherwise — knowing that these old beds creak and her family were right down the hall.

Today, he has been avoiding her as much as he can and being an excellent future son in law. Her mother is really starting to warm up to him, and Mav always tries to vouch for his good character so that’s a bonus too.

Becoming an expert at this game now, Bradley makes it impossible for her to get him alone all day. So, she takes matters into her own hands. He’s sitting out on the back porch on the left of Thomas Kazansky when his phone buzzes with a text message from her. He should know better but he opens it out of instinct.

Bradley almost chokes on his beer at the sight of a picture that he took himself suddenly appearing on his own screen. It’s her, on her back in his bed. Bathed in the glow of his lamp, completely naked and her eyelids heavy with lust, not sleep. His fingers are in her mouth, his cum is coating her tits, and his still hard cock is just between her legs.

Her face isn’t in it completely, but either way Bradley’s first instinct is almost to toss his phone into the lake rather than get caught looking at a photo like this by his future father in law. And boss. Fuck, he forgets that Ice is his boss.

He shoves his phone into his pocket and turns his head, watching her lift her head and smile sweetly over at him from where she is playing with her nieces.

Bradley has tried to let go of the grudges he holds, and he’s working on telling himself that retaliation isn’t worth it. But today, she needs to learn.

He settles in beside her at dinner. It’s nice, a candlelit meal on the back porch, overlooking the lake with everyone that they love most in the world. Bradley slips his hand into hers, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles softly.

To everyone else, he looks like the perfect gentleman as he brings their hands under the table and squeezes hers softly in his. He grabs his beer and takes a calm sip as he uncurls his fingers from hers and digs them into her thigh.

Her eyes widen. She bites her cheeks immediately. She was beginning to wonder when he would break.

Conversation carries on around them. Bradley is polite and engaged as his fingers dip under that pretty little skirt of hers and circle her clit until she’s soaking the pads of his fingers through her underwear.

She always fidgets so much when he’s touching her like this. She sips nervously at her wine glass, reaching down and curling her fingers around his wrist.

“Bradley,” She leans across to him, frowning softly. “I — I can’t… in front of all these people.”

“Feels like you can.” Bradley answers her, his face as calm as if they were talking about the weather. His fingers ditch her clit abruptly, making her jolt towards her wine glass. She grips his wrist tightly as he sinks two fingers into her at once.

Her eyes are ablaze — she loves when he takes charge like this, but god she wishes they were anywhere but here. She swallows softly, turning her head to stare at her silverware as his fingers curl into the plush of her walls, white knuckling the edges of her chair.

Her stomach grows tighter and she’s the furthest thing from engaged. Bradley’s deep in conversation with her sister, listening tentatively as he fucks his fingers in to her. Finally, she grabs at his wrist and squeezes tight. He pulls his fingers from her and relents, giving her thigh a soft squeeze.

“Are you going to behave now?” Bradley asks calmly, taking a swig of his beer. She swallows, then gives a shake of her head, wetting her lips with his tongue.

Bradley’s cock twitches in his pants as she turns her head to look at him, eyes serious.

“Meet me inside in three minutes.” She breathes out, excusing herself politely before he’s got a chance to argue. Bradley exhales softly, lips quirking to himself as he takes another drink. Really, he wouldn’t have this any other way.

#thots week!#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #jake seresin #sub rosa

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lemissingmask · 6 months

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[ID: Sketch of Eve Baird standing in front of Jacob Stone, who is holding one arm and bleeding from that arm, the side of his face and his lip, and has an expression on the verge of crying. End ID]

Day 30: Mind games

Penultimate part of the vampire!Stone series. Ficlet below the cut (and really there’s no comfort at all in this one)

Being a vampire wasn’t so bad, as long as Jake kept himself mentally and physically occupied at all times so he didn’t have a chance to think about it.

And as long as he avoided mirrors or other reflective surfaces, which wasn’t exactly easy.

And as long as he pretended he didn’t have to drink at least half a litre of blood each day just to keep himself from fixating on those arteries close to the surface of his friends’ skin.

But he was still a librarian and things were still better than they had been before he became one. Right now it didn’t always feel that way, but he would learn to live - or not live - with it. In time he would be able to see his world now as still far happier than it had been back in Oklahoma.

And, until then, Jake was at least already well practiced in distracting himself from the reality of his situation.

Hours alone in his room at night as a child, mind absorbed in a text, just to make that uncertain waiting bearable. When his father was drunk, and Jake didn’t know whether his door would crash open at any moment, or he’d be yelled at to get downstairs because he had yet again done something to disappoint or anger his dad.

And the respite he could find in his studies afterwards. The peace and freedom, the stories and paintings and carvings of entirely different existences, far away from his home in Oklahoma.

When he was working on the pipeline, at home or anywhere else, letting his mind wander into the artists and poets and history he had recently been studying made the long days more bearable. And those times sitting at a bar with his friends, half listening to them, half writing his next academic paper in his head, never wholly present.

For decades he had hid in the things he loved to save him from reality.

Sure, he hadn’t had to do it for a while, but at least now he had more to hide in.

He had the library. He had access to every art portfolio in history, to manuscripts and tomes available nowhere else, to artifacts spoken of in legend and myth, and of course his work as a librarian and the company of people he liked and trusted and could be himself around.

It was easiest to still be himself, to pretend he was still human, when he was with them.

Alone he didn’t have to pretend nothing had changed, and sometimes he slipped.

Sometimes he felt the feral creature inside him, straining to escape, and he struggled to bury it.

He usually could.

He could return to studying or working on a paper or go find Eve or Flynn to train or play chess or something. He could watch a film with Ezekiel even though the films were always the worst, or he could listen to Cassandra try to explain some theorem that he would never understand.

Things felt like they might be bearable, and in time he might become desensitised to the more terrible parts of this existence.

And in any case, even if it never got better, his friends had worked hard to find a way for him to be able to go out in the sun. They had really tried to help him and he owed it to them not to give up, and never let his sadness show.

Jake expected things to stay the same or become more manageable. He didn’t anticipate things getting worse.

At first it was just an off feeling, stronger outside than within the familiarity of the library, but gradually seeping into every part of his life.

His head hurt constantly. It felt too crowded, like there was some oppressive, sharp thing clawing to get a better hold.

Jake ignored it as much as he could. He would learn to deal with it and keep going without any of his friends knowing and starting to worry.

And he could have. Jake was sure he could have if it had just stayed at that.

But it didn’t. It kept getting worse.

The ding of an elevator or footsteps on a hard floor in places where there was no elevator, was no other person, where the floor was carpeted. The feeling of heavy, cold chains around his wrists, the sensation of his own blood, warm, spattered on his skin.

For a second, Jake was back there, before he realised he was not. He had been rescued and he was on a job with the other librarians. He would look around, seek out the source of the noise or sensation, but there was never a cause.

Once or twice, he was noticed. A concerned look or quiet question, but he shrugged it off.

“Jus’ not used to havin’ better eye sight,” or “Thought I heard somethin’.”

They shouldn’t worry. It was fine.

But the headaches were getting worse and it was getting harder to distract himself from that sensation in his head.

“Stand back and let the master work,” Ezekiel grinned as he pulled out his lock picks so they could break into the apartment the clippings book had sent them to.

The man who lived there had a string of impossible good luck while the rest of his town suffered increasingly ill fortune. Now they were at his brand new fancy apartment, and he wasn’t answering.

As the thief got to work on the lock, and Cassie mused over the possible magical causes for good luck she knew, Jake’s mind drifted. Something stronger tugged at it.

He heard a door open, close, somewhere down the hall and shifted so the person wouldn’t be able to see Ezekiel breaking in.

They walked away without sparing the librarians more than a glance.

Jake turned to watch Ezekiel.

But the footsteps were back.

Familiar footfalls, getting closer.

Jake tensed, a stab of fear piercing him.

He knew that footstep well and he knew what followed.

Spinning quickly, he turned to face the vampire, to put himself between it and his friends.

But the hallway was empty.

Completely devoid of anyone but them.

Turning back he met the confused expressions of Ezekiel and Cassandra, and realised they must have said something.

His throat was raw, but he found he could just about get out a hoarse, “Sorry. Thought I heard…”

He broke off, looking back at the empty passage.

Still nothing. No vampire in his cliche leather coat.

Just them and the door.

The door they wanted him to kick down because there was a deadbolt inside the door that Ezekiel couldn’t shift.

“Sure,” Jake stepped up to kick down the door, very keen for getting the hell out of that hallway, and the tricks it was playing on his mind.

But what they found inside the apartment was worse.

The man was dead. Not just dead. Bloody and dead.

He was laying on a coffee table, a knife embedded in his chest, but it was his slit throat that had killed him.

It hadn’t happened long ago either. Jake could smell the blood, still wet, the body not even fully cool yet.

He froze in the door, for once wishing the magic carved into his body didn’t keep him from the whole ‘have to be invited in’ part of vampire lore.

“Explains why he wasn’t answering...” Ezekiel murmured, grimacing at the body.

“Stay here,” Jake pulled his gaze from the blood dripping steadily from the table to the carpet, “I’m gonna check we’re alone. Door was dead bolted from the inside an’ we’re fifteen floors up.”

Searching the place got him out of that room too. There was only one door leading from there to the office, bedroom and bathroom, so Jake systematically searched each for any sign of something or someone, wishing a window was open or the aircon on so he could get some respite from the smell of all that blood.

“He’s dead, you realise,” a familiar voice spoke clearly, but from no direction, “He doesn’t need ‘all that blood’ anymore.”

Jake stopped, his hand on the handle to the wardrobe, and forced himself to remain calm.

He opened it.

Empty, just like the hall, just like the room.

It was his imagination. His mind was messing with him. The vampire who had held him in that cell, fed on him, smiled when he tried to resist…he was either still back there or he had been killed in the rescue. But he definitely wasn’t here. He wasn’t here and the words he spoke were just twisted manifestations or Jake’s own vampiric nature that he would never give in to.

“It would be a waste to leave it all there, coagulating, getting cold.”

“You’re not real,” Jake whispered, shutting the wardrobe door.

But the voice had a point.

Jake needed blood and if he just drew a little of what was left in that man’s body…it was only going to end up being washed away.

“It’s clear,” Jake said, returning to the main room and avoiding looking at the body.

“You wanna wait this one out, mate?” Ezekiel asked, nodding unnecessarily to the corpse, “We can video call you if there’s anything arty to see.”

“Or just video call you anyway. Show you what we see while you wait outside, away from all this?”

Jake shook his head and forced a smile, “It’s fine. I got this.”

He didn’t hear the voice again for weeks. Long enough to think he had just been having a bad day and it was a one-off incident, and therefore long enough for him to let his guard down.

Battling a seven foot tall creature that had emerged from a bog was messy and exhausting, made more difficult by the presence of the terrified woman who had accidentally summoned it, and who once the fight was over and the creature defeated, ran and threw herself at Jake.

She was scared, and he had saved her, as far as she had seen, even though Cassandra and Ezekiel had actually done the work to destroy the thing. Jake had just played decoy to buy them time.

But this woman was there, pressed against him now, and the vampire’s voice whispered in his mind, “Doesn’t she look delicious? She’s flustered, heart racing…you wouldn’t even have to work for it. You could simply puncture one vein and let the blood be pumped right to you.”

Jake swallowed, feeling cold and hoarse and raw, and his eyes followed a path from her flushed cheeks, down to the exposed left side of her neck.

The smallest movement and his teeth could sink deep into that flesh. Within seconds. She wouldn’t have time to even start to get away.

“No,” Jake whispered, pulling free and stumbling back.

She looked confused, hurt, and started to speak, but Cassandra cut in, smiling and saying something that seemed to make it a bit better, but Jake wasn’t listening.

The desire was there. He wanted to drink now and that thought wasn’t going away. He still could, it would be harder but it was still possible.

“Hey!”

Ezekiel’s voice snapped him out of his mind.

“You okay?”

Jake nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, just…I-I need a minute.”

“Swamp thing’s gone,” Ezekiel shrugged, still looking at him with concern, “Why don’t you go ahead back to the library?”

Jake didn’t want to. That would be giving in and admitting he was struggling, and his mind was faltering. But that woman wasn’t safe until he was gone.

He nodded.

Ezekiel clapped him on the shoulder, forcing a smile, “See you later, mate.”

Jake left, walked the fifteen minutes in the drizzling rain back to the ruined church where Jenkins made the back door earlier, in a secluded part of that private field.

A few minutes of unease, awkward explanations. Yes they defeated the swamp beast. Yes Flynn’s proposed incantation worked. Yes everyone was fine.

Everyone was fine.

Except him, and he knew they could all see it.

He retired to his room, took a long hot shower, and willed the water to make him feel warm again. It didn’t and he knew it never would.

His head was pounding and his throat was dry, and as he stepped onto the tiled floor he heard footsteps that were not his own.

But the vampire wasn’t here.

He couldn’t be here, and yet there was that voice again, “They’re talking about you, you know. Having one of their gossips.”

“Shut up.”

The voice didn’t.

There were periods of respite but they got increasingly rare as the days went by. And it wasn’t only taunting and attempts to make him do what Jake knew vampires were meant to do. The voice mocked his friends, whispering cruel comments that made Jake feel guilty to have inside his mind at all. And twice it offered helpful information that helped them with their research. Jake didn’t want to say it but when they exhausted everything else he did and it helped.

And the vampire was pleased.

Sometimes it reminded Jake of those days he had spent in the basement, chained to the wall and fed upon by other vampires, speaking of that time like some friendly shared past.

All of that and Jake tried to hide it. He couldn’t admit it, but even to himself. It meant his mind was falling apart, and his mind was his most important thing. Without it he had nothing to offer.

But he couldn’t keep going.

Jake was back in that fancy apartment with the dead man they had broken into. The blood still fresh on the coffee table and floor. He was standing in the bedroom where he had searched and where they found the clue that led them to the artifact responsible, and he was looking straight back at the body.

“Before it coagulates,” the vampire murmured, “You could drink a few days worth. Save a blood bank the inconvenience of being robbed.”

Jake took two steps forward.

“He doesn’t need it. The crime scene cleaners won’t want it,” the vampire pursued him as he walked slowly closer, closer enough that his boots stepped onto the stained carpet and closer still.

Jake felt a pressure on the back of his neck, pressing him down towards the bloody throat, closer and closer until he could practically taste the rich liquid in the air between them.

But he couldn’t smell it.

He smelt mango.

And coconut.

Cassandra’s shampoo.

Jake stumbled back, the pressure suddenly released from his neck. He fell hard against the wall.

This was Cassandra’s room.

She was sleeping soundly, completely unaware that Jake had been…that he had been inches from her throat, close enough to have felt the warmth radiating from her.

He hadn’t been here. He had been in his room.

Jake forced himself shakily to his feet and staggered back out the door.

He had been seconds away from feeding on one of his friends, maybe killing her.

He hadn’t. He hadn’t done it but it was close and that voice was still at the edge of his mind. He could feel it. He could feel the vampire’s presence or his memory or some messed up trick of his own failing mind.

Whatever it was, Jake couldn’t stay.

He got dressed in the first thing he could find, threw on a coat, set the back door, and left.

“It’s cold, isn’t it, Jake?”

Jake clenched his jaw and walked faster, ignoring that voice in his head. It had been talking more since he left the library, three days ago now. He thought he set the door for a forest in Alaska, somewhere that he could minimise the chance of meeting people, but within a day of walking he had reached a town. And that town led to a city and there were people everywhere.

He had barely stopped walking, as if he could stop the onslaught on his mind if he just kept moving long enough.

“Do you know why you’re so cold all of the time?”

Jake glared ahead, “Pretty sure you’re about to tell me.”

“It’s because you insist on drinking that vial processed concoction. You need real blood, fresh from the vein.”

Jake turned down another street, walking directly into the wind. Biting and sharp and painful.

“You’ll never be warm again until you learn to feed properly.”

“Maybe I like bein’ cold.”

The laugh in his head made his steps falter.

Jake hated that laugh. It was tied to that prison, the chains, the blood being drawn from his body.

It had been warm, his blood, as it touched his skin. So much warmer than he was now.

If he could just get that warmth. Just for a moment…

Jake hadn’t realised his feet had stopped moving.

He had stopped in the shadows a few feet from a couple holding hands, looking into a brightly lit window.

They couldn’t see him.

They didn’t know he was there.

One of them laughed, cheeks flushed pink, and the other turned towards them. They hadn’t turned their collar up despite the wind. Jake could see the vein right there, accentuated by the bright light from the shop.

Jake pressed back towards the wall as they began to walk closer to his position.

In a few seconds they would be within reach.

But then the one with the flushed cheeks grabbed the other’s hand and tugged them back to the shop and inside.

A growl startled him.

His growl.

Jake hadn’t realised he had tensed his muscles, ready to move, that his fangs were already bared to bite into that soft skin.

Jake ran.

He had to get somewhere without people, without lives he could take. Or no human lives. Maybe other animals would do, just to keep him from being a danger to people. Or he could find somewhere and lock himself in, away from anyone and anything, and let himself slip into a coma by not feeding at all.

He just has to run. Get away.

He ran until his legs gave out, a misstep sending him crashing to the ground hard, and his body too exhausted to get him back up.

But he hasn’t gone far enough.

Someone came, grabbed his arm, angrily yelling that he couldn’t sleep here. He was so close and so alive, warm and angry and the vein in his neck was standing out so prominently.

Jake yanked his arm free, twisted to get his hand in the man’s hair and pulled him closer.

Then, finally, his fangs pierced through real human flesh.

Jake had slipped. He knew he had slipped. He was trying and he kept trying but he kept finding himself with new blood on his clothes and under his nails, and feeling awake and alert and warm and craving more.

He kept trying to get away from people but without the back door he couldn’t go far quickly, and he couldn’t escape it. There was always someone. He could avoid towns but that wasn’t enough. In a forest there were hikers, farmland was worked by people, abandoned buildings were shelters for those with nowhere else to go or teenagers looking to get high.

Jake tried.

But it wasn’t working.

There was one other option.

D.O.S.A.

If he found them he could get them to lock him up or kill him.

He just needed to get a phone. They had to have a number.

He’d call them and get them to get rid of him.

The phone he had wasn’t his. It had belonged to someone with five missed calls from ‘Jim’, and a background photo of a sunset over Boston. Jake could only presume it had been one of his victims’.

It was unlocked, and he searched for a number. Got through to D.O.S.A much faster than any government agency had answered to his knowledge.

“There’s a vampire,” Jake said before they had managed to do more than announce themselves.

“A vampire? Where?”

Jake looked at the sign in front of the empty parking lot, and repeated what it said verbatim.

Somewhere in Portland.

How did he get to Portland?

“You better be quick. He’s already killed a lot of people,” Jake continued, talking deliberately, forcing the words out, after they had confirmed the address, “And he won’t stop.”

He hung up and walked into the concrete structure to wait.

Time had lost all real meaning days ago, but even still it seemed an incredibly short amount of it had passed before he heard footsteps.

Not the vampire. He had fallen silent since Jake made his first kill.

Also not the multiple sets of military boots Jake had expected from D.O.S.A.

Just one set of boots.

He stood up and turned to face whoever had been sent to take him out, faltering at what he saw.

Eve.

Their Eve. Their guardian.

Was she working for D.O.S.A? Had Ezekiel hacked something and found out where he was from them? Had the clippings book sent her?

But where were the others? Jake couldn’t hear anyone else.

None of these questions made it to his lips before Eve had raised her gun and fired.

Two shots, deliberate and direct.

The bullets tore through his left shoulder.

And that made no sense.

Eve had good aim. If she wanted to kill him or just to stop him long enough to get his head off, she should have gone for his heart or his head.

She hadn’t.

The gunshot wounds hurt.

They hurt like hell but neither was lethal. This wasn’t going to stop him.

He stumbled back as she walked closer.

He was bleeding, his thirst growing. She had to know this was dangerous. More for her than for him.

He didn’t make it far, backing into a wall.

Eve grabbed over the gunshot wounds tightly and spun him, elbowed the back of his head far harder than he could’ve imagined, slamming his face into the wall. He instinctively tried to push back, but she held him with impossible force, then tugged up his left arm, struck at the elbow.

Jake felt the joint snap. He might have heard it too if the sound hadn’t been drowned out by his own scream as he dropped to his knees.

But she kept her grip on that arm, yanked him roughly back to his feet.

The agony was unbearable, but it was lost in the rapidly fading clarity of his mind. The pain and the despair and the anger were all riling up the feral creature inside him.

Eve shouldn’t have pulled him back to his feet. She shouldn’t have given him the opening.

He thrust his right hand at her throat, catching in a tight grip, a grip that would have bruised, crushed…except something was wrong.

She was cold.

Eve was deathly cold.

It didn’t make sense. Unless…

Unless he had already killed her. Unless Jake had turned her, she had been one of his victims. He had done this to her and now she was taking her revenge.

But it wasn’t possible.

She couldn’t be a vampire.

Flynn wouldn’t have let it happen. The library wouldn’t have let it happen.

But her throat was beneath his fingers, and she was as cold as he was. No warm blood tempting him, calling to him.

Jake released his hold and stumbled back.

Eve just stood and glared. Cold and hateful and…and suddenly not there.

She dissipated in a burst of sparks and ashes as a sword sliced cleanly through her neck.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #eve baird #jacob stone #the librarians #cw blood #Day 30: Mind games #cw child abuse mention

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gayfanservice · 9 months

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Request: Something about Billy surviving the mind Flayer and apologizing to Max for being an ass lol

Was requested on my other blog, I do not remember if this was requested to be platonic or romantic so whoops :P

CW; Heavily described blood/gore, Billy lives, sad boy hours, probs ooc

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He remembers the pain of the tentacles ripping into his skin; tearing his insides every which way, images burning into his brain as the massive mound of human-rat meat screamed at him.

He remembers seeing images of him being ripped apart and images of the girl with powers he previously tried to kill screaming as she was ripped apart.

He remembers tears falling down his cheeks as disoriented images of his friends forced their way into his brain, mocking him, telling him how he failed as a son, as a brother, and as a friend.

He remembers seeing images of his best, and only, friend torn apart or crushed over and over again. How (Y/N) had tried to save him before being crushed into the wall. It played in his mind, unaware that his best friend was right behind him, crying for Billy.

Max’s images burned into his retinas as they replayed the in worst fashion; it gruesomely detached her limbs, or decapitated her. More and more images of his step-sister played into his mind as the fleshy tentacles burned and tore his insides. Billy couldn’t take it, screaming that Max didn’t deserve anything happening to her. She deserved better than what this thing was showing him, reminding him how he failed as an older brother, tormenting her every day. She deserved a normal life with a normal older brother, but Billy didn’t let her.

He remembers how memories of his life popped up; how he enjoyed time with his mother, when she was still alive. How his relationship with his father became more strained after she died, how he tormented Billy everyday. When Neil met Susan and eloped, and Billy started to torment Max.

He remembers how Max would look at him with that angry look whenever he was around her. How she avoided him. Max didn’t deserve anything Billy did.

He remembers meeting his best friend for the first time at a skate park, (Y/N) had almost crashed into him and they got into an argument. They met again at a convenient store, buying the same drinks and snacks. (Y/N) made a joke about how they must be estranged twins. He doesn’t know why, but they just became friends.

All Billy could think about was how he failed Max, (Y/N), and everyone else

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Billy felt weird. It was warm but he shivered. The pain was replaced by an intense numbness, murking up his brain and turning everything fuzzy. He couldn’t understand what was happening; was he dead? In hell? Was Max alive? Is she okay? Is (Y/N) alive and okay? He couldn’t tell. Maybe the endless void and disoriented noises were punishment for Billy. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t even know if he had eyes in this mysterious place.

A faint beep caught his attention. Did he turn? He couldn’t tell, but the beeping got louder, and louder. Was Satan finally arriving to take him to hell? The noises around him became louder; a faint buzzing, weird sounds he couldn’t make out, and… talking? He couldn’t tell, but it was becoming clearer.

A dull uncomfortableness raised in his throat, stoping at his chest. Something heavy was on sitting atop his face, covering his nose and mouth. His skin felt tight in places, most prominently on his torso, as if bandages were wrapped around him. He could feel himself breathing, the hairs on his arms sticking up, his brow muscle twitching as the darkness lit up. Billy was so tired, but he was so curious as to where he was.

His eyes finally opened, the white ceiling was the first thing he saw. Billy’s brain felt foggy; he was confused on where he was, no longer could he remember what he was whining about just moments ago.

“… Billy?” Billy slowly turned towards the voice, his eyes gliding across the room and stopping on (Y/N). He would smile if whatever was shoved down his throat wasn’t so fucking uncomfortable. (Y/N) slowly got up from his chair with the help of crutches, “Hey, pal, long time no see.” He joked, standing by Billy’s side as he pressed the CALL button. Billy’s looked around the room, his eyes landing on what little he could see from his position. He settled on (Y/N), taking in his appearance. He looked so… different. His eyes, though the same color and shape as always, held a different look. He had bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in months, years even.

Billy watched as (Y/N)’s eyes watered, a few tears falling down his face as he pulled a chair up with his foot, slowly sitting down again. “It’s been a couple months, Billy. Glade to see you pull through.” He couldn’t believe it. He had been asleep for months? (Y/N) wiped away his tears, sniffling, obviously embarrassed to be crying, “I’m so sorry, Billy…” He whispered, head leaning on his crutches. Why was he sorry?

The door to the room opened, two nurses and a doctor came in. The breathing tube-thing was removed from his throat, leaving a tingling, more uncomfortable feeling in his throat. Why was (Y/N) sorry? Where was his dad? Where was Max?

“… Max..?” His throat was scratchy and stiff, the nurse offering a cup of water before they left. “She’s okay, Billy, she’s safe.” Questions raced in his head, but he felt at ease knowing that Max was safe. But why? What was she saved from? What happened? Why am I here?

The Mind Flayer popped into his head, like a shitty jump scare from a horror movie. Memories of that night lodged their way into his brain as he remembered everything, from trying to kill Max to almost being ripped to shreds. Billy suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions. He was sad, happy, a little hungry, but mostly angry. Angry at himself for everything, for what he did and didn’t do for Max. She wasn’t even here to greet him for being alive. His dad wasn’t either but he didn’t care about that. Billy was such a shit person to her, why would she care if he was alive?

Billy cried, not caring that (Y/N) would see him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Billy, no, you’re fine,” (Y/N) didn’t know why he was comforting him or why he was even apologizing. He grabbed Billy’s hand in a firm grip, “You’re fine, Max is fine, we’re all fine.” His voice cracked. Billy’s unoccupied hand landed on his face, covering his eyes as he trembled. He just wanted to see Max, to apologize to her and promise to be a better older brother. To protect her from bullies and be the best damn brother she would want. But he can’t, she’s god knows where and he’s here, stuck rotting in a hospital bed with his best friend, but that’s the most he could ask for. It’s the most he deserves.

Max stood in the doorway, feeling too awkward to say anything to the two crybabies. She wondered if it was too late to walk away, forget this ever happened and go on her merry way. But, Billy did save her, or try to, and he deserved something for that. She cleared her throat. The two looked towards her like deer in headlights, “Uh, hi,” this was too awkward for her.

“Max…” Billy took a shaky breath, trying not to full on sob in-front of two people. Max stood closer to the bed, feeling tears of her own fill her eyes. Even though he put her through hell, she couldn’t help it. “Max, I’m so, so sorry,” he started, his grip tightening around (Y/N)’s hand. Max felt her face become wet, snot starting to clog up her sinuses, “I was such an asshole to you, an unfair asshole.. a-and I know that you hate me but please, please I am so, so sorry,” Billy cried, no longer caring how pathetic he may look, “I promise, promise to be better,” Max sniffled as she listened to Billy. Her face contorted as she cried, coming to Billy’s empty bed side and holding his other hand. “Okay, Okay, Billy.”

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Um yeah if its good please tell me 👍

#stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #billy hargove x male reader #billy hargove x reader #max is also here lol

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years

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Fluff Alphabet with Izzy Hands:

Look, I tried to resist the urge to write for this little man but I just couldn't, so here we go!

Gn!Reader

A - Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a person and about you?)

Truth be told...Izzy had never really thought about it before. It's never really been a priority. But then he finds that there is just something about you, maybe it's your nature, your smile, the way you gave as good as you got, that you were actually half-competent. He isn't sure but eventually decides that it must have been just a bit of everything about you.

B - Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why Not? How big?)

Gonna be a big no on that one. Izzy doesn't want kids, he doesn't want to be a dad (really doesn't think he'd be a good father in any capacity either). The whole idea is probably enough to give him a break down.

C - Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How do they like to cuddle most?)

Oh, Izzy will tell you that he 'doesn't cuddle', but he's a liar. He secretly loves to cuddle with you and the longer you're together, the more honest and obvious about that he becomes. Well, he's always obvious to you but he doesn't mean to be. This man is touch starved and it really shows when the two of you are alone. In the end, he likes to hold you and likes to be held.

D - Date (Ideal date?)

Something simple. He just wants to spend time with you and there isn't much to do on a pirate ship, especially nothing romantic. So, just sitting on deck of a night when the crew is nowhere to be seen, looking out at the stars with you. He might even offer you his leather vest if you get cold. If the ship is docked and the two of you get some time on land, the two of you will probably go for a couple of drinks. It's not necessarily romantic but he makes a point to pay for your drinks.

E - Energetic (How energetic are they?)

Izzy really isn't the most energetic person, the most energetic you'll see him is during a raid or when he's shouting at the crew. Otherwise, he's a pretty calm person, especially when it's just the two of you. In fact, he seems more like the type to be perpetually tired (either physically or mentally).

F - Fight (How are they in a fight?)

He...doesn't really know how to handle it. He's so used to handling fights and disagreements with violence but obvious that's not what he wanted to do with you. He takes it pretty hard even though it's probably his fault, probably avoiding you and sulking for a while before he'll eventually apologise. He feels very guilty but is still dealing with learning how to be in a relationship. The crew are pleading with you to just forgive him because they're making their lives hell because he's in a bad mood. However, they don't have to wait too long, soon enough Izzy will return to you with his tail tucked between his legs, apologising before the two of you sit down to talk about it.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

You might not think so considering how ungentle he is with everyone around him, but he can be very gentle with you. Sure, for the most part he isn't going to treat you like you're going to break, but he wants to be gentle with you and for you to be gentle with him. Maybe he's just realised that he wants something nice, and you happen to be very nice. However, even before you're dating he has his ways of being gentler with you, not shouting his orders as you quite as harshly, not scolding you the same as over crew members, acknowledging your job well done, and suggesting you take breaks when you've been working hard.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Does not hold hands in public, unless he's helping you climb up the side of the ship. Though, he does get a little flutter in his chest when you grab his hand to pull him in one direction or another. In private, he's much more open to it, lacing his fingers through your own, privately noting how well they fit together.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

It depends on whether you were a member of Blackbeard's crew or a member of Stede's crew. If you were sailing with Blackbeard and Izzy before, then Izzy probably had a hand in hiring you in the first place and must have thought you would be decent at completing your task. But in general, probably had a very neutral impression of you. If you were a member of Stede's crew, he's just exasperated and assumes you'll be just a mediocre pirate like the rest of them, and maybe that's true. Either way, realistically, his first impression of you probably isn't the best. Though, that doesn't mean he doesn't quickly develop a little infatuation with you.

J - Jealousy (Are they the jealous type? How do they deal with it?)

Izzy is a jealous man and, as with most things, he doesn't take it very well. I mean we all saw how he got when Ed met Stede. He's grumpy at the best of times but he's extra grumpy when he's jealous. Also, it depends on the situation. Somebody's flirting with you when docked for the day? Then he's about to be threatening a life. You're just friendly with the crew and maybe spending more time with one of them instead of Izzy? Then he's just going to pout about it really, maybe be a little harsh on whoever you're spending time with, giving them a list of tasks so that he can have you for himself. Doesn't admit when he's jealous but it's so painfully obvious, both to you and the crew. Lucius definitely teases him when he notices and that only makes things worse. Put simply, he doesn't handle it. He's even grumpier than usual until you notice and show him some attention.

K - Kiss (Their favourite way to kiss you?)

Izzy likes to hold you by your chin or the back of the head when he kisses you, angling your head just right. Often sneaks a quick kiss to your temple when nobody is looking, putting a smile on your face. You'll do the same, kissing his cheek when nobody is around before running off to complete your tasks. Secretly enjoys when you randomly kiss his cheek, jaw, or neck. Really blushes when you kiss the little "X" tattoo on his face, and probably pushed you away playfully when you first did it, making you laugh.

L - Love Confession (How did they confess their love?)

You would save you both a lot of time if you just confess first. The two of you probably won't even be dating until Izzy realises that he's in love with you, it's one of the main factors that finally convince him to give a relationship a chance. He isn't as smooth with his confession as he would like, embarrassed by how flustered he must have seemed.

M - Mean (What are they like when they’re mean? Is it common?)

Izzy is always mean, at least to the crew. Though, he is never mean to you, not anymore (in fact he's silently apologetic for all the times he was harsh to you before you started dating). Anyway, he's not mean to you and if he ever snaps after a bad day he's quick to catch himself, sighing before muttering an apology.

N - Nicknames (Do they have nicknames for you? What are their favorites for them?)

Usually he just calls you 'love' or 'darling'. However, he's more likely to just use your name when in front of the crew. He likes when you call him 'love' or 'darling' in return, maybe 'honey' or 'hun'. He likes hearing you call him that, being so sweet towards him. He isn't a huge fan of you calling him petnames in front of the crew, like it undermines his authority (as if the crew listen to him anyway), but you can get away with calling him 'Iz' in public.

O - Open (How long did it take for them to open up to you?)

So long. It takes a long time for Izzy to open up to anyone, in fact he can't remember ever opening up to anyway, maybe Ed to some extent but that's it. It takes a long time for him to become comfortable enough to share things about his past or even his more private, vulnerable thoughts and feelings. You'll be well into dating before learning everything about him. Once Izzy is more comfortable with you, feeling closer, and knows he can trust you, he'll open up. Sharing details about his past, being more honest about what's on his mind or about the things that bother him. Opening up to him is actually a good way of carefully encouraging him to open up to you, showing him that you trust him with this information helps him trust more.

P - Proposal (How would they propose? Would they propose at all?)

Once Izzy realises just how he feels about you, he's pretty damn devoted. So, it's likely that there will be some sort of proposal, maybe not traditional but it counts and it means just as much. It will definitely be done in private and he won't want to make a big deal out of it. It will probably just be done in your cabin when you're together, and he's not going to ask 'will you marry me?' He's not that direct about it but the matching rings he presents to you give away his intentions. It's purely symbolic to him as you smile and slip the ring onto your finger, knowing that no piece of jewellery changes what you have with each other, but it's a nice touch. It's symbolic but it means a lot to both of you. The crew doesn't even find out until Ed notices the rings and practically announces it to everyone.

Q - Quiet (What are quiet moments like with them?)

Izzy enjoys the quiet moments more than anything, something that's rare in your line of work. He enjoys his job, his life, he does, but he can still cherish the quiet moment. Sometimes the two of you share conversation, overtimes you just sit together in a comfortable silence, looking out over the waves. He only lets out a small sigh when you rest your head on his shoulder, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when you place your hand over his.

R - Rainy Day (What are they like in the rain?)

Izzy doesn't have strong feelings about the rain really. If it's a light rain, he doesn't really care, he cares even less when he's on land. The only time it begins to trouble him is when it's making the waters rougher and could start effecting the ship.

S - Sad (How do they handle their sadness? How do they react to yours?)

Again...he doesn't handle it well. Sure, he has been sad before but it was never a thing to address. He handles it by pushing it deep down and bottling it up, duh. Well, he did until you had to come along and listen to him, God, how could you? Now you're hear to listen to his complaints and you're observant enough to know when there's something deeper going on under the surface. And when you point this out, pulling him into your arms, Izzy just gives in. You're right and you both know it, so he'll open up about it.

When it comes to dealing with your sadness, he finds himself at a slight loss. He's used to comforting Ed in someway, knowing what to say when he's in a bad mood, but this is different. But he'll listen, actually listen not just pretend too, and he'll hold you when he doesn't know what else to do. He tends to want to just solve your problems to make things better but that isn't always possible or sometimes you ask him not too, and that's probably what he struggles with enough.

T - Time (How long did it take for you to get together?)

Such a long time. Worming your way into Izzy's life takes time and patience, and probably happens more accidently than anything. He's harsh with you at first, just like he is with everyone, but he'll slowly back off when he starts to develop a soft spot for you. Eventually this will develop into a relationship but it's going to take plenty of time.

U - Unique (What’s an interesting thing about them that not a lot of people know about?)

Izzy is actually very perceptive when he wants to be, particularly with you and Ed. He's perceptive when it comes to the crew's less than satisfactory task completion, he's perceptive about what time of mood Ed is in and what's going on in his head (at least until he meets Stede), but he's actually pretty emotionally perceptive when it comes to you. He can tell when something's wrong, if you're dragging your feet more than usual, if you're sad or angry about something, and he'll actually do what he can to fix it. The crew wouldn't have guessed this about him.

V - Value (What are some of the things they value most in life? value most about you?)

Izzy doesn't really have physical items that he particularly values (unless you give him something). He values his position on the ship and his reputation. He values all of you in general, mostly for how you put up with him and for how you seem to understand him.

W - Wildcard (random fluff headcanon)

The chances are that you were both completely obvious to each others affections before you started dating. Izzy is very clearly head over heels for you but you barely notice because he's more obvious about it at a distance, so the whole crew knows. And you seem to hate Izzy less than everyone else so they assume you have a soft spot for him too, in their eyes you're way too kind to him. So, Izzy receives a lot of teasing from the rest of crew, especially Lucius. In fact Lucius finally stops finding it amusing and probably tells you that Izzy likes you, begging you to just put everyone out of their misery. The crew actually supports the two of you being together, they think you can do better but you make Izzy happy and that makes him less mean to the crew, so...they're supportive.

X - XO (Are they affectionate with hugs and kisses? If not, are they in other ways?)

Izzy is far more affectionate than most of the crew would guess, at least in private. He's very affectionate in private, he can be very sweet towards you. In public is a little different, he's never cold to you, it's clear to anyone that he has a soft spot for you, but don't expect any public displays of affection or petnames when the clue is round.

Y - Yearn (How do they deal with yearning?)

Oh, he handles it so poorly. Before you're dating, he is just a mess. Other than the obvious soft spot he has for you, he's always catching himself staring at you and thinking about you, worrying about you when you could be in danger. After you've started dating, at least he feels like he's allowed to watch and think about you. He still worries about you whenever there is danger around, no matter how well you can look after yourself. He's not used to missing people but damn does he miss you when you're apart, and it leaves him at a loss. Ed notices it though, the way Izzy's mood changes and the way his eyes brighten when you're reunited.

Z - Zen (What makes them calm?)

You. It's as simple as that. Not much calms Izzy, before you he might have just tried watching the waves or the stars in an attempt to find some calm, it rarely worked. You, on the other hand, are the perfect remedy. You just seem to know what to do and what to say, just being around you calms him, he finds your presence soothing.

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Foul Play - Chapter 9

Millicent slides into her seat on Tuesday, feeling slightly embarrassed after avoiding Henry for the past few days since their last encounter in the library. Her heart flutters as he smiles at her, taking the seat beside her. She tries to contain the swirling emotions inside her as he leans in close, his breath brushing against her neck and ear. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself.

"Good morning, shortcake," he teases, gently tucking a strand of hair away from her face. Her jaw tenses, and she closes her eyes for a moment. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," she whispers, finally turning to face him, speaking softly. "I'm just second-guessing our... arrangement..."

He chuckles as her cheeks turn pink. With a playful gesture, he boops her nose, and she rolls her eyes, swatting his hand away. "Why don't you come over so we can talk about it?"

"To your flat?" she hisses, shaking her head adamantly, and he tries to stifle a laugh.

"Unless you want to talk about our arrangement here and now... or at your house with your father in his study..."

"No!" she blurts out, aware of a few curious glances directed their way. Her face turns even brighter as she sinks down into her desk. "Fine," she mumbles, relenting. "Now leave me alone..."

Henry smirks, nodding as he leans back in his chair, stealing glances at her. She catches him looking, and quickly averts her eyes, focusing on her notebook instead. The tension between them lingers as they both try to navigate the complicated emotions that have surfaced.

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"Where are you off to?"

Millicent stops at the sound of her father's voice from the study as she gets ready to leave to go to Henry's flat later that night. She sighs and turns back to him, pausing in the doorway. "Out?"

"Like... a date?" Arthur asks hesitantly as he watches his daughter blush.

"Sort of?" She offers, not wanting to tell him that she is using Henry to learn about sex.

"What does sort of mean?" He asks playfully, standing up from his desk to cross the room to her.

"It means... it isn't serious."

"You're being safe?"

"Yes dad," she whines, slightly exasperated.

"Sorry," he offers with a chuckle, resting his hands on her shoulders. "I know you're an adult. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry," she relents, hugging her father. "It's not serious. If it becomes serious, I'll tell you."

"Fair enough." He releases her, knowing he can't protect her forever, despite his wanting to.

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Millicent steps nervously into Henry's flat, her eyes roaming over the gray sweatpants and tight white t-shirt that left little to her imagination. She groans softly, realizing he heard as she hears him chuckle in response.

"Want something to drink? To relax you?"

"I don't really drink. Remember last time?" She points out as she wraps her arms around herself and it's Henry's turn to now groan.

"How many times do I have to apologize to you, shortcake?"

She sighs, rolling her eyes, and drops her arms to her sides, allowing him to remove her jacket. "You can start by not calling me that anymore."

He laughs, motioning to the small sofa as he turns off the movie that was on and grabs two beers. He hands her an unopened one, handing her the opener with it. "Sit," he offers softly as she sighs, opening the beer before taking a seat beside him.

She takes a large gulp of the bitter liquid before setting the bottle on the coffee table in front of her, avoiding Henry's gaze. "Why am I here?"

"You wanted to discuss our arrangement..." He sips his own beer before setting it beside hers and moving closer to her, pressing his leg against hers, leaning toward her. "Look at me," he demands softly until he sees her eyes turn to meet his. "Why do you want to stop before we've really gotten anywhere?"

"B—because," she stammers, her eyes falling to his lips as he brought his hand up to her chin. "Wha—" Before she can ask her question, she feels his lips on hers.

He kisses her softly, his lips gently cradling hers as she begins to lose her resolve. He brings his other hand up to her arm, his fingers gently tracing small circles through the fabric of her sweater. He tilts his head to the side, kissing her again. He knew he had her when he felt her tongue dart out against his and he moves his hand from her chin to her cheek. He pulled her onto his lap, not wanting to spook her, but also not wanting to stop kissing her.

Millicent's hands went into Henry's hair as she felt him place his hands on her lower back over her sweater. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body flush to his as she felt him hard under her. She groaned, pulling her mouth from him as he kept her on his lap. "What are you doing to me?"

"I haven't done anything," he teases, stroking his thumb along her cheek. "You're an excellent kisser. I haven't stopped thinking about wanting to kiss you all weekend."

"Really?" She asks, pulling her lips into her mouth nervously, tasting Henry and his beer on her lips.

"Yes... why? Do you want to stop?"

"I—" she hesitates, fiddling with his shirt. "I don't know. It's just fun, right? It doesn't mean anything?"

It means everything... is what he wanted to say. Instead, he smiles, chuckling softly as he nods. "Of course not. It's just fun," he agrees, pulling his shirt off as her eyes fell to the hair on his chest and abdomen. "Want another lesson? You can keep your clothes on..."

She nods hesitantly, knowing she should say no and leave right then. But the look in her eyes and the bees that were buzzing in her veins were telling her something else. "Okay."

"Get on your knees," he whispers, his tone commanding, but leaving her an option to say no.

Chapter 10

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Seance Season 3

Chapter 3: Strength be in thee

It’s been SO LONG SINCE I UPDATED AND I’M SO SO SORRY, I had a ton of life events happen and I hope to once again start writing regularly as I have so many plans for Seance Season, Arrangements and other upcoming fics!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Afab Reader. May have other BTS members paired with reader but that hasn’t been decided yet

Summary: You repeatedly told yourself you did not have Magick. But one evening has you fearing for what you’re starting to become. In the middle of all of that, you have this pull to Jungkook that you both can’t quite explain. This new season of your life is Seance Season. Will you come out the same person?

Words: 9,700+

Rating: PG13-M’ish. Some Sexual scenarios but not the full Snex.

Genre: Magick, Witch au. Fluff, Angst and Smut. Slight Horror.

Tags/Warnings: Strong mentions of Magick and spells. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the idea of wicca and anything of the sort as certain remedies and ‘spells/chants’ are in fact real to some. Drinking. Fighting. Blood. Destruction. A man harms y/n. Horror to some degree. Extremely religious folk be wary. A fight scene and some gore.

Pls excuse if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I don’t really have a beta or anyone to scan for anything like that <3

Fic Inspired Playlist that I highly recommend while you read each chapter as they set the mood. Link is here.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5MtUQrFY03hPtVdVQiGszw?si=2b203cfc1c1a46e7

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad @mwitsmejk @ggukkieland

To be added to the taglist of this fic or all of my fics lmk through comments or dm’s c:

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Not a word was shared as you quickly took the bag from the side on the floor and practically ran to the bathroom to not only change but to clean up the wetness you knew your little grinding session had caused.

Stuffing your panties that you had tried to wash off in the sink into an inside pocket of your bag, you threw your hair up and sent a prayer to The Goddess that Jungkook wouldn’t be in your room when you left the comfort of your bathroom. Not wanting to deal with a possible talk of what had just happened.

To your delight the dark haired man had seemed to have already joined your parents downstairs as no traces of him being there in the first place were seen. Slapping the palms of your hands over the apples of your cheeks to hopefully calm you down and get your ‘shit together’ you slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way out of your room to the delicious smells and murmured talking coming from the kitchen.

Avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, you returned the calls of Good Morning from both of your parents with your own semi grumbled ‘morning’.

You set to work on fixing your plate full of fresh cut fruits, scrambled eggs, crispy maple bacon and a thick piece of toast. Jungkook had been sitting next to your father engaged in conversation that had seemed to preoccupy him, Thank the Diety's.

A shallow knock was heard followed by someone letting themselves in. You almost spit the piece of toast you were crunching between your teeth when a pair of arms wrapped around the back of your chair and pulled you into a tight embrace.

A slew of coughs was made from your throat earning a mumbled apology from Taehyung. Despite the small sting in your throat as the crusty pieces of bread stuck to the back of your esophagus you welcomed Tae and Joon’s company, engaging in friendly conversation with them rather fast over your plates of breakfast.

The thick cut crispy bacon was almost enough to make you moan as you happily savored the flavor. “Jin’s serious about moving, he already sent me like 3 possible living options last night.” Namjoon chuckled. A small whine was heard as you sat your chin on your palm. “I know he is. You guys know I love you and I understand your worry but I don’t want to be a burden.” Namjoon set a large warm palm over your shoulder and you felt the care in his eyes. “You’re never a burden and you know damn well if it was any of us, you’d not only do the same thing but your ass would hop in the car with them and not let them out of your sight”. He was right and you could do nothing but nod in response.

“Thanks for breakfast Mrs. y/l/n.” Taehyung exclaimed with a hug to your mother who had been beaming at him and Namjoon who had helped clean the dirty dishes as you and Jungkook cleared the table in silence.

“You all are more than welcome! You know you’re welcome here anytime.” Your mom smiled happily. Jungkook had followed the boys out of the house with your bags in tow to pack up the car.

An arm was wrapped around your shoulder as you watched the dark haired man from the front porch of your parents house. “He’s a pretty good man from what I can tell.” The signature scent of your mothers perfume invaded your nostrils as you nodded. “I’m thankful for his help.”

“You know y/n, you’re single and have been for a little bit and well it seems as if he’s available.” Your eyelids closed before you could roll your eyes. “Mom please stop, I’d rather not talk about my lack of romance with you and oh my god! mom he’s coming this way please hush.” You pleaded with the woman in front of you who had looked as if she was suppressing a chuckle.

“Jungkook thank you for bringing y/n and helping her. Not only are we in your debt but know you are welcome here anytime.” Returning a handshake and half hug from your father, Jungkook then turned to your mother who had pulled him into a hug as her many bracelets jingled together.

“I can’t thank you enough, please contact us with anything you may need or if anything comes up. Also, pay y/n no mind when she’s grumpy, she’s just a hard shell to crack.” A large smile was spread across Jungkooks cheeks which showed his bunny-like teeth and made him look as if he was a child.

Your mothers arms moved to wrap around your shoulders and you returned the warm embrace as your father joined the hug. “I gave a few bags of herbs, incense, crystals and other Magick goodies. I know this is all scary to you but if you could try and hone into your power and study the craft maybe it will help you. We love you baby, please stay in touch and if you need us you bet your bum we will close up shop and break many speed limits to get to you. Let me know when you get home ok?”

An I love you and an ok left your lips as small tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Pulling from the embrace you willed your legs to take you to the sleek car that Jungkook had currently been sitting in to give you your time with your parents.

The car ride had been awkwardly silent at first but after a stop for coffee you both seemed to engage in small comfortable conversations of your favorite drink choices. It was almost as if what had happened in the morning had been forgotten which left you thankful yet a little disappointed as Jungkook hauled your bag over the cushions of your couch.

“I know you probably want your time alone but call me if you need anything okay? I just sent you a text with my home and work address if for any reason you need them. Hobi and I go way back and I know how much of a good guy is, so if for some reason you need time off from work or just need to blow off steam, tell him. It isn’t my story to tell but he is aware of Magick and can be a person you can talk to about it.” Jungkook had offered to stay again but you said you needed time to be alone and made sure to thank him profusely for his kindness and help.

As you walked the taller man to your door you bid him goodbye with a small wave. The click of the deadbolt locking in place gave you a small bit of comfort, from what you weren’t sure. The mention of Hobi knowing of Magick came as a small shock to you. He didn’t have power, that much you could tell. But a small smile spread over your lips at the possibility of being able to talk to someone else about Magick until your best friends came to the city, someone who hadn’t set your insides aflame every time you thought of him.

The smell of Frankincense and Dragons Blood Resins invaded your nostrils as you opened one of the canvas bags your mother had sent you with. You didn’t want to dwell on everything that had happened recently so you connected your favorite spotify playlist to your Home Speaker Device and got to work on organizing everything your mother had given you.

A forkfull of spaghetti noodles was shoveled into your mouth as you texted Jin back when he sent you a list of simple charms and spells he felt you should have a try at. The tang of marinara was just what you needed when dinner time came around and what better meal to have than spaghetti?

You had placed several small warding charms on the window’s of your apartment and a large piece of purple Lepidolite now sat on your nightstand in hopes of keeping the nightmares at bay despite Jin and your mother telling you nothing would stop the dreams as they were part of you, not a curse or something to ward. But the thought of having such items in your home gave you a small semblance of peace. If they didn’t help with your nightmares and new found power, then maybe they would help against the man who attacked you in the alley.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep slumber. The blankets curled around your body like a cocoon and the scent of lavender soothed your mind.

Eyes fluttering open to the sound of nearby construction, you momentarily thanked the Goddess, for your sleep had been peaceful and nightmare-less.

Pulling your hair up into a haphazard bun, you got to work on making your morning coffee. The smell of the beans wafted throughout the kitchen and your plate of toast and jam clicked against the table as you sat down to enjoy your breakfast.

Your fingers felt pruney after you finished washing the minimal dishes you had had in the sink after your breakfast and the couch cushions caressed your bottom as you enjoyed the already late morning.

The chime of your phone signaling you had gotten a text message brought you out of your mid after noon nap.

Jungkook : Hello, I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing? Any nightmares or issues today?

A small smile crept over your face as you read the message, your thumbs tapping away at the screen. It was sweet of him to check on you. For such an intimidating looking male, he truly acted like a sweetheart sometimes.

Y/n : Hey! I actually did sleep pretty amazing if I say so myself. I’ve gotten to enjoy my day off.

Jungkook : Thats great (: Do you work tomorrow?

Y/n : I do, I go in at 9. Did you work today?

Jungkook : I did a little bit of delegating at the office but nothing serious. Maybe I’ll stop by Lennons tomorrow, I’m sure Jimin will want a drink after work.

Y/n : Ooooh fun fun. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow then.

Jungkook : Enjoy the rest of your day y/n and remember if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to text or call.

Texting a quick thank you, you sat up and tossed your phone onto the cushions next to you. The light of your room illuminated the space as you corralled any dirty clothing that had needed to be washed. You had been fortunate that your apartment had a washer/dryer combo in the unit.

A stream of lavender scented fabric softener entered the small space marked ‘softener’. With a gentle push of your index finger against the start button, the machine started with a low hum and a short rotation.

The sizzle of your cut chicken breast cooking in the pan sounded throughout the kitchen as you got to work making a quick and filling salad. Lana Del Rey’s crooning vocals covering ‘season of the witch’ had you swaying to the beat.

You’ve got to pick up every stitch

Adding a pinch of paprika to your sizzling chicken, you watched as the spice sprinkled the poultry with a beautiful color.

Must be the season of the witch

A sharp pang resounded in your temples causing you to grip the kitchen counter between your outstretched hands. Your eyes shut tight as the pain radiated, making your head pound.

Visions of an old shed situated in a field of dying grass fluttered beneath your lashes. The silhouette of a woman running through the field was blurry but you could clearly make out her form. She looked terrified but suddenly came to a halt seemingly staring something or someone down. You could see her expression turning stone like before she smiled so radiantly you swore it was like the sun itself. Her hands shot out in front of her as a beam of blinding light was cast before you and suddenly the pain ceased and the vision was gone, your closed eyes only meeting darkness.

Your eyes slowly opened and you felt tears prickling the corners of your eyes. You’d hadn’t recognized the woman but there was something familiar in the way she smiled, a beautiful strength in her eyes.

Turning the knob on your stove before the chicken could burn, you wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. Questioning what just happened could be put on hold for later, for now you just wanted to eat. You had had enough questions and life changing realities lately and today was the first day that truly felt normal and you intended on keeping as much of that as you could.

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Shoveling mouthfuls of cinnamon toast crunch into your awaiting mouth, your thumb hovered over the screen of you cellphone as the device dinged, signaling a notification.

Hoboss Man: Hey y/n, I was wondering if you could come in earlier tonight? about an hour earlier. There’s going to be a live band tonight and they are sure to draw a big crowd so i need help pre-making mixes and making sure we are stocked up on the necessities.

Y/N: Of course! I’ll be there (:

Hoboss Man: TY TY TY Y/N!

You smiled as you set your bowl on the drying rack near the sink and made your way to your living area. A few episodes of Criminal Minds sounded really good right now.

Time passed by faster than you thought it would; with television episodes and texts from your best friends to keep you busy, you hurriedly jumped up from the couch realizing you had a little over an hour and a half before you needed to get to work.

You fluffy robe hugged your body as you got to work on blowdrying your hair. The lavender and argan oil in your styling products smelled divine as you pulled your now dry hair back and set to work on your makeup for the night.

Opting for a neutral soft smokey eye, you created a thin yet long wing with your liquid liner and coated your lashes in waterproof mascara before plopping a pair of lashes atop. A good amount of waterproof and anti-humidity setting spray later, you coated your lips in a honey colored lip gloss and popped them together to make sure they weren’t sticky.

Your eyes switched from the left to the right as you eyed the two outfits laid on on your bed. If it’s busy it might get too hot for velvet you thought as you nodded and placed the black velvet dress back on its hanger and into your closet.

Pulling the medium washed denim dad jeans over your legs, you fiddled at the button and watched as the black fishnets showed under the big holes situated on your thighs, shins and under your butt. The cropped black tank top ended just above your belly button and the lacing on the back pulling the top together was surprisingly easy to tie up, the black lace of your bralette showed under the back of the top but you didn’t care.

Short combat boots fit snugly over your socks and completed the outfit. Pulling an oversized denim jacket over your body, you threw your cellphone in your small crossbody bag and made sure to lock your door on your way out.

A crowd had already formed at the side of the building when you got there and you had to pull your phone out of your bag to tell Hobi to let you in.

“Y/n thank you once again for coming in early. How are you?? Jungkook kind of told me you were going through something and that you may need to talk to me.” Pulling away from the big hug he enveloped you in you smiled at the sunshine-like man.

“I’m okay, I just.. it feels like my life has truly been set upside down but i’m slowly coming to terms with the changes. I just hope tonight can be fun and busy so I won’t have to think about myself or my life or anything really.” Hoseok was tempted to ask if you were sure you didn’t want to talk about it but he didn’t want to push it, so with a small nod he led you behind the bar so you could set your stuff down.

Twenty minutes until the bar would start letting patrons in and you were standing there quite proud of yourselves. Between you and hobi, you had restocked all the domestics and IPA’s, made 3 bottles of simple syrup, various fruit syrups and additives you needed for mixed drinks, Pre-mix for margaritas and had the different types of ice ready for cocktails.

The crowd was being ushered in by the bouncers while you wiped down the top of the bar and Hoseok started placed various shaped glassware to your left in preparation of the ordered to come.

The dance floor was expanded to a bigger than usual size for tonight, some tables being taken to the back to make room. A mix of soft RnB and acoustic rock sounded over the speakers as the bands staff got to work setting up the stage.

Sienna enveloped you in the biggest hug when she came in for her shift and you smiled against her taller form. “HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?? I missed you. I was worried about you but Hobi said you just had some things to deal with back home.” After assuring her that you were in fact alright she pulled you in for another hug before going to her usual tables to take orders. It may have only been around 7pm on Friday but the place was busy as you watched Sienna, Katrina and Brenda flitter across from table to table. A busboy brought freshly washed glassware and placed them in rows behind you.

Nearing 10pm, the heat of the bodies packing the bar was getting to you, with a shrug of your shoulders, you draped your denim jacket over one of the dressing hooks. A cheer from the crowd was heard as the band started walking out onto the stage. The opening thumps of the drums followed by the strums of the bass set into a rhythm.

Shoving your bottle opener back into your back pocket, you placed the ice filled bucket of coronas onto the awaiting tray and smiled as Sienna sauntered off to deliver them.

Your head nodded to the music as you filled two glasses of whiskey and handed them over to the awaiting customer. Hobi emptied the tip jars into a larger container behind the counter and placed them back on the bar. One of the busboys was called over to help with the draft beer selection while you and hobi set to work of various mixed drinks and shots.

Wiping the sweat from your brow with the towel set over your shoulder you took a sip of your iced cold water bottle.

“Two frozen strawberry margaritas, one mojito and two lemon drops please” A brunette woman called out as she squeezed between the awaiting patrons. Nodding you accepted the cash from her outstretched hand and lined up your glassware by the two blenders. A squirt of strawberry syrup, a few frozen strawberries, some margarita mix and tequila was poured into each blender and you watched as the colored turned a delicious deep pinky red shade. Topping each glass with a few sliced strawberries you then got to work muddling the mint and sugar for the mojito. Placing each drink down in front of the brunette you handed her her change only for her to tell you to keep it as a tip. With a thank you, you got to work on your next big order.

At around one the band announced this would be their last song. You quite liked how busy the night had been and the band sounded amazing but all you wanted to do was get home and step into a steaming hot shower to rinse away all the sweat you felt stick onto your body.

The bass resounded off of the walls and you could feel it in your body as the band put their all into their last song. Hobi thanked the busboy for his earlier help as Sienna came behind the bar to take a sip of her lemonade. “That table over there, yeah the one with the older guy. They tipped me $200 just for two crawfords and a piña colada.” She pointed a bright orange manicured nail to the said table and you clapped your hands against hers. “FUCK YEAH!”.

The final hour was filled with last minute drink orders and Hobi got to work on cleaning up while you handed the last round of drinks to customers. You even met the band as they came to sit at the bar and ordered a few beers after their set.

Handing you a wad of cash, hobi smiled as he announced he would walk you home. The crisp air outside had you clutching your jacket to your frame and you thanked the redhead for walking you home. Bidding Hobi goodbye with a hug, you pulled out your keys from your handbag and headed into your apartment building.

Throwing the cash tips onto your dresser I’ll just count it tomorrow, you peeled off your clothing and practically jumped into the shower after putting your hair into a bun. The almost scalding water felt amazing against your skin as you worked your soap into a lather and rinsed away the grime and smell of smoke from the busy night.

Slipping your fuzzy sweater over your head, you tried your best to avoid it sticking to the moisturizer you had just patted into your face. The scent of patchouli wafted into your nose from the burning incense and your sheets felt like butter against your skin as you laid down.

but don’t forget y/n, through the darkness a simple flame can light the way.

Your alarm blared through the space of your bedroom and your eyes screwed shut as sunlight bled through your curtains. Your comforter felt so fluffy against your limbs as you scrolled through social media.

An hour was spent in bed before you finally decided to haul your body up and to your bathroom. Your morning skincare routine and cold water is what finally woke you up from your groggy state. The cool fabric of the sheet mask over your face felt invigorating as you set to work on making some toast and tomato salad.

With a drizzle of olive oil and a small squeeze of lime you set the prepared tomatoes next to your toast and ate your breakfast while a frantic namjoon chased jin around his room on your cellphone screen.

“y/n tell him to put my modem DOWN!!”. Namjoon stood with his hands on his hips as he huffed out air from his parted lips. “y/n, tell him that he needs to be packing, NOT PLAYING GAMES ALL DAY.” You shook your head as you truly couldn’t believe that in less than two weeks, they would need to be packed and fully ready for the trek to the city.

“Jin be nice and Namjoon, you need to help Jin with the packing.” You smiled as your teeth sunk into a crunchy bit of toast, the tart cherry tomatoes and lime juice coating your tongue.

With another huff, Namjoon put his hands up in a sign of defeat and plopped back down onto his desk chair while you listened to Jin go on about what would need to be done the next few days. Some days you truly loved how meticulous Jin was, but you knew it was exhausting at times having to listen to him drone on and on about how and what he needed and that’s what led you to giving the younger man a sympathy look.

You felt accomplished, you had swept and mopped and tidied up the living room all before your upcoming shift. The hot water from the quick body shower lined away any sweat that accumulated on your skin.

Running the curling iron over your hair, you set the soft curls with hairspray and some hair fragrance. Swaying your hips back and forth to the music coming from your speakers you got to work on your makeup. A bold and smokey cat eye accentuated your eye shape and the deep red lip tint that you wore gave your lips a tantalizing look.

The slick leather of your pants slipped over your legs and you tucked one side of your sheer black button up blouse into the waist, snapping them close with a pop of the button and a pull of the zipper. The strappy lace bra you wore underneath was visible through the material but you took it one step further as you unbuttoned the top three buttons to show off a good amount of the black scrappy undergarment, which had also shown a great amount of cleavage. “Eh it’s Saturday, might as well look good”. You thought and smirked as you spritzed a few sprays of your favorite fragrance. Dabbing a few drops of dragons blood oil behind your ears and on the middle of your neck to help ward off negativity.

With an inhale of the smokey resin oil gracing your skin, you pulled the laces of your chunky heeled boots and tied them tight. You stopped by your kitchen on the way out and paused to mutter words of manifestation.

Tonight would be great, negativity will be banished and danger will not be tolerated nor would it beat you.

The walk to Lennons was filled with crisp evening air and a few catcalls from passing men that you reciprocated with a roll of your eyes, for it was way too early for that.

A slip of your key and the bar was opened to you. Hoseok was dancing with a broom in his hand in the center of the open sitting area to what you recognized as a Justin Bieber track.

I get my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)

I get my weed from California (that’s that shit)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass Bitch)

“I get my light right from the source, yeah YEAH THATS IT.” Hoseok dropped the broom as your voice came out louder than the music he had been immersed in. With a chuckle you set your bag on a hook behind the bar counter. “Dude, you’re such a talented dancer.” Hoseok swept up the debris into the small dust pan and shot his head. “I was just messing around.” Pumping soap into your hand you lathered up your fingers. “Still, if that was just you messing around, I can only imagine how great you truly are. I saw how good you danced with Sienna that night.” The mention of Sienna made his cheeks redden and a soft chuckle to escape his lips causing you to smile with a knowing look in your eyes.

Tonight there would be a DJ serving as the main entertainment for the later hours of the night so if last night had been any indication of how busy it would be you knew you and Hoseok had to get your asses in gear with the prep.

The busboys helped get all the glassware clean and ready and one even helped you align the ingredients for your most popular drinks like margaritas and but Hawaiians.

Guests started walking through the doors slowly but surely around 9 but by 10pm the DJ was setting up and throngs of people filled the space on the dance floor and nearby tables were already being crowded. Orders kept coming in and you thanked the Goddess that Lennons had an amazing air conditioner system.

Hobi sent you on a little lunch break after Sienna got back with some burgers and much needed crispy fries from the restaurant nearby with the words of “GET YOUR ASS SOME FOOD, YOU’LL NEED IT TONIGHT”. Puckering your lips against your beautiful coworkers cheek you thanked her as she placed your bagged order in your hands and practically ran to the back office to scarf down your food as you didn’t want to waste more time than you needed.

Taehyung served as your entertainment while you facetimed him and ate. He gave you insight as to when Jin and Namjoon would possibly be in your city and you chuckled around your burger as he quipped about how Jin truly acted like Namjoons spouse when they argued like an old married couple.

The cheese tasted like heaven on your tongue as you relished the last few bits of your greasy meal. Bidding Taehyung goodbye you cleaned up your mess and shoved your phone in your pocket, accidentally missing the ding signaling a text from Jungkook with the noise of the bustling bar.

As you rounded the corner behind the bar, Hoseok placed an order of martinis and a strawberry daiquiri on the counter and shoved the cash payment in the register, with a thumbs up he quickly ran to the back with his own bag of delicious greasy food.

Glancing at the customers that were sipping on their last dregs on whatever drink was in their glass you got to work on the patrons that seemed to be new and hoped they were easy orders. A busboy by the name of Trent helped you with any glass bottle beer orders and you made a mental note to remind him to take his share of the tips at the end of the night as he had been an immense help while Hoseok enjoy his food.

Flipping the shaker upside-down you strained the cucumber martini mixture into a glass and plopped a sliver of the green vegetable over the rim. A quick rinse and the shaker had been cleaned and ready for your order of royal fuck shots. A cheer resounded as the DJ called out to the crowd that the show was about to begin.

The opening lines of Girls in the Hood sounded over the speakers and you wiggled your hips along to the remixed beat as you ran from customer to customer.

“Four mango mojitos and a round of blue kamikazes please” A man you swore you recognized called out over the music and you took out outstretched $50 bills into the palm of your hand.

Drizzling the blue curaçao into your shaker you lined up your shot glasses with our other hand as you got to work shaking the mixture. The mango margaritas had already been handed to the gentleman and your row of 6 shots was pushed forward towards him as you watched him take the change you had given him and shove it into one of the tip jars.

Hoseok came and joined you as you filled another order and you sighed in relief to have your partner back. The three of you settled into a quick rhythm and you were actually able to sip your water and relax on occasion.

Awhile later a flash of familiar finger tattoos blocked your vision as you set down a mango mango tai and you felt your insides ablaze knowing who the inked hand belonged to.

Your eyes quickly darted up to Jungkooks face and you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips. “Two old fashions” The black haired man called out and you nodded your head. Setting two rocks cubes into the short glasses you poured top shelf bourbon into each glass, watching as the amber liquid glinted from the bart top lighting.

Handing you a credit card he signaled to keep it open and before you could say anything else Hobi had engaged in a conversation with him.

It was nearing 1am and the dance floor was packed with writhing bodies as the heavy bass thrummed against your chest and the vibrations were felt against each glass you set down. The lights were turned to a mixture of red and pink and gave off a very sensual look.

“You should go dance with him y/n” You had been wiping down your shakers and bottle openers when Hobi’s voice was heard close by. “hmm? who?” for a second you truly didn’t know what or who the red head was talking about. “Don’t play dumb y/n, he’s been staring at you ever since he got here”. With a sway of his hand he signaled towards the man who set your insides aflame.

“But it’s a busy night an-“ You were quickly cut off “No no, Trent and I have the bar covered and we’re abut to close up soon so just go enjoy yourself a little, you need it.” You chewed your lip before finally placing your tools down and poured yourself a tequila shot, flipping Hoseok off at him chuckling at your need for liquid courage.

You patted your partners shoulder and quickly glanced at the crowded but maintained bar as you le your feet take you to the VIP table that Jungkook had been lounging at. His amber eyes shot up sensing your presence and a soft chuckle was heard from who you recognized as Jimin.

“Hey.” An awkward smile graced your lips as you instantly regretted listening to Hoseok but before you could make an excuse for your visit to the table or make your way back, Jungkooks melodious voice called out. “Hey, have a seat. I didn’t want to bother you while you were working earlier but i’m glad Hobi hyung let you come over and have a break.” Flashing his eyes towards the bar you shook your head at the little smirk Hoseok threw your way and you instantly knew they had both cooked this “little break” up and were most likely talking about it earlier.

Scooting over on the plush seating, you situated yourself on the edge near Jungkook. Katrina made her way over in an attempted saunter of her hips and you rolled your eyes Of course she has this table.

“Did you gentleman need anything else? Y/n aren’t you supposed to be working?” Her lips may have been smiling but her words were laced with sarcasm. To your surprise it wasn’t you nor Jungkook who answered, but Jimin. “She’s allowed a break and we asked her to come over to our table, but that’s hardly your concern. If you can get us two more old fashions and whatever y/n wants, Thanks.” His light grey eyes twinkled as they formed into cresent moons with his smile and the giggle you gulped down was extremely hard to hide.

“Mojito please and a bottle of water.” With a slight stomp that was reminiscent of a child having a tantrum, Katrina worked her way to the bar.

You had been in a conversation with Jerrod and Jimin when you felt your body sway to the music.

Jungkook had noticed your hips sway and he couldn’t help but down his drink needing to see you move more freely and not constrained by the seating. “Would you like to dance?” A deep voice was heard against the shell of your ear and you bit your lip with a nod. Scooting off of your seat you took a few big gulps of your refreshing mojito and took the outstretched palm into yours that was leading to the packed dance floor.

Your hips swayed to the beat and Jungkook’s palm found the back of your hips, pulling you in close.

You’re such a fucking hoe, I love it

Curling your fingers around his neck you felt the silk of his black collared shirt beneath your fingertips. He had been so close you swore you could feel his breath against your forehead as you looked down at your bodies grinding against one another.

You know you like it more, I love it

Turning your body around you swayed your hips and ass against his front and smiled as his hands practically dragged you closer to him with a hard grip around your hips. Throwing your head back against his shoulder, your hair swung and you reached behind you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

Closing your eyes you let your body dance to the beat and match the rhythm of the changed song.

The feel of another pair of hands around your waist caused your eyes to shoot open and glance at the person intruding your space.

Eyes meeting ice grey ones you felt yourself calming down a little bit and you cocked your eyebrow at him as he leaned in towards Jungkook before you could question what he was doing.

“Did you feel the presence? Don’t look now but near the alcove on the lefthand side” Jimin’s soft voice became hard as he spoke to the man behind you. Jungkook’s hands stayed planted on your hips and his lips came closer to your ear. “If it’s okay with you, Jimin and I are going to stay in this position with you. Don’t get scared okay? We’ve got you” With a confused nod your eyes tried to find whom Jimin had been talking about but his body literally blocked you from seeing anything.

Closing your eyes once again you focused on the feeling and aura’s of people in the bar, lust and happiness had heavily penetrated the air but a second later you felt it, something dark and cold void of anything but malice was felt further away and your body visibly shivered.

“Hey hey, relax” Jimin rubbed circles over your round cheek and his touch was soothing almost like the coolest of water streams was grazing your cheek and you briefly wondered if he had been a water conjurer.

A quick text from Jungkooks phone was sent to someone and before you knew it you were being dragged out of the bar by both men.

Turning a corner you felt the same dark presence following you as you three made your way to a nearby playground. Both men had their arms around your body, one around your shoulders and the other around your waist as you made your way onto the grass.

You could feel a shied of sorts similar to when the ice conjurer had attacked you envelop the playground.

“I was simply going out for a little drink but it seems I’v gotten something better.” A deep voice caused you to whip around and face the man that had emitted the malicious presence.

Dark eyes void of anything but cruelty looked into yours and a wide and wicked smile spread across his face. A taller body suddenly blocked your vision of the man and you were pulled against another body from the back.

“What do you want?” Jungkook barked out as the man took a step closer. “A taste of the girl of course, my oh my what an interested specimen! She feels like the darkness but smells like all the good in the world. Girlie dark magic isn’t something you just come by, tell me, where did you get it? Did you offer up a sacrifice? Natural born are not something that is known and our community is well aware of anybody with power. Who are you hmm?” A chuckle escaped his lips s he stepped even closer. “Now now don’t shield her, she feels divine. I suggest you move boy, before I make you.”

The lights from the area all went out shrouding the plagued in darkness and the air became chilling as her advanced on your trio. A tsk was heard as the men with you did not budge at his threat.

Tendrils of smoke curled around your bodies and you could feel something trying to crawl its way out of your own body. Clenching your eyes shut you curled your fists and stabbed at the flesh of your palms with your nails willing it to go away.

The feel of heat licking at your skin caused your eyes to snap open and a literal ring of fire was cast around you three, causing the tendrils to flick back towards their owner.

A nod from Jungkook to Jimin made the two men advance on the intruder. Flames engulfed Jungkook’s forearms and feet as his eyes blazed a bright amber. “A fire conjurer? ooooh i must admit I knew you were a magic holder but I guess I was too caught up in the feel of her presence to sense you. Nevertheless, I’ll eliminate you either way. A wicked glint of teeth shined against the darkness surrounding him.

Obsidian shards pierced up from the ground near Jungkook causing him to leap away and tumble towards the swinger to your right. Predicting where Jungkook would leap to, the man sent an orb resembling a blackhole towards him and Jungkook barely escaped with a front roll. Countering the attack Junkook sent a row of flames towards the intruder and one licked at the mans legs causing him to growl out.

This seemed to anger the man and suddenly his hands and neck were covered in inky black veins, his scleras tuning pitch black. A wall of obsidian shards was sent towards Jungkook who put up a shield of fire but obsidian doesn’t burn its ordinary flame and he was hit by two to his left arm. A hiss leaving him as the shards pierced against his skin.

A teleportation ward was cast and within a blink of an eye the man was closer to Jungkook, his arms shot out and inky black smoke out out from the veins around his hands, hitting jungkook on the left side of his torso and wrapping around his body.

The tendrils squeezed at his body causing him to choke out. You needed to do something and you could feel your body shake. Your veins throb and you could feel your vision blur. A call of your name caused your eyes to snap back towards Jungkooks kneeling figure who had a smile on his face.

Whipping your head around you followed Jungkook’s eyes. Jimin swung his wrist around and a long spear of ice was conjured into the palm of his hand. With a heavy throw, the spear was launched towards Jungkooks attacker. With a quick backwards glance the man narrowly escaped the piercing of the spear, but not without an injury. The blade dug into the flesh of his thigh and struck the ground causing him to be stuck in his spot. With a push of his arms Jungkook’s fingertips turned black and the flame singed against the attackers torso.

With a piercing scream he thrust his body backwards away from Jungkook and ripped his leg from the spear. Another teleportation ward was thrown and his body flashed away from both men. The shrillest of laughs was heard and his body was thrown into a fit of what seemed to be giggling. Claws seemed to form on his right hand as he thrust his fingers into the open wounds and singed flesh Jungkook had attacked him with. Black blood pooled around his hand as he brought his fingers to his face and licked at them.

With a flick of his wrist droplets of blood were sent towards Jimin and shadowed figures sprouted from the ground. Armed with a Sword of ice, Jimin sliced the blade in the air and fought off his attackers that seemed to be taking on a solid form.

The mans calf seemed to almost regenerate itself as an inky red liquid was poured over it. Jungkook stood as his eyes burned red. “You can cast forbidden black flame, you won’t be so easy to kill I see and a dual wielder to top it all off? It seems I underestimated things.” You snapped your head towards Jimin Dual wielder? Sure enough with his other hand Jimin had conjured orbs of water that he had launched toward the shadowy bodies. The orbs seemed to hold each of their bodies in almost a bubble as his sword swung and sliced their heads off.

Whipping your head back to Jungkook, the two engaged in a physical fight, two obsidian daggers clenched in the hands of the dark magic holder and a sword of black flame in Jungkooks right hand.

A clash of what sounded like metal was heard as they attacked and advanced upon the other. The smoke surrounding the man was trust towards Jungkook but his flame burned through the darkness. The smell of blood and signed flesh was pungent and you skin itched and the want to engage in the fight but you were so scared of losing yourself like last time, you needed more practice.

The sound of bone cracking was head as Jungkooks flame fight collided into the side of the mans and a piecing howl curse from his lips. Thowing his body over Jungkooks, the man wrapped his hand around Jungkooks throat and muttered a chant as smoke filled Jungkooks lungs and black veins sprouted over over face. The mans face was partially caved in and blood was matted against his skin as the flames had cauterized most of the wounds upon contact. Jungkook could feel his skin crawling as fear took over his form and caused him to almost be physically paralyzed and unable to move. The true power of a holder of dark magic was felt then and there and it scared him to no end.

Running towards his body, you were stopped by a large wall of clear ice seemingly blocking you in makeshift cage. Screaming out at Jimin you saw his form run over to Jungkook before tendrils grabbed at his ankles and he was taken down. Shadow creatures crowded over his body as he tried to fight them off.

Claws broke skin against Jungkook’s throat and he felt himself grow faint. Before he could close his eyes a scream that sounded like his mothers voice but he later realized to be you screaming at Jimin resounded in his ears. Clenching his fists he brought his knees up towards his chest and launched both of his feet towards the man causing him to go backwards. The man’s claws tore at Jungkooks skin as the were forced away from his throat.

Tendrils shot out from all directions and surrounded Jungkook causing you to lose sight of what exactly was going on next to the jungle gym slide jungkook had been lying near. A gruff scream caused panic to flood your chest and you thrust your hands against the crystal clear ice wall causing your dark tendrils to shatter the ice as the wall crumbled down around you.

Running into the darkness you prayed to the Goddess that both Jungkook and Jimin would be safe. Your nails turned into black claws slicing into the skin of your palm as you clenched your fists tightly. Vision clearing as your eyes adjusted to the thick charcoal smoke and you were ready to attack. Before you could launch yourself forward, your eyes rounded at the sight before you. Jungkook had a back flame covered hand thrust into the mans torso and Jimin sliced at his neck with an ice dagger promptly decapitating him.

The ice froze any blood from being able to spurt anywhere and Jungkook’s flame had cauterized the wound just leaving behind a sizable hole. Tendrils and shadows dissipated into the ground and the light from the moon lit the area once again.

“We have to go y/n.” Jungkooks hand curled around your wrist as the mans body slumped backwards. Jimin muttered words over his body and before your eyes it disappeared along with his head. A wave of Jungkooks hand caused the shield to drop and with it all the disarray fixed itself and seemingly went back to normal as if the fight had never happened.

Both men walked with you to your apartment but you had been in too much shock to even realize where you were going until you stood in front of your apartment door. Thanking your stars that you had placed your keys in your pockets that night you fished them out and unlocked the front door with shakes hands and it wasn’t until then that you realized your palms had been bloody.

With a wave of your hand, both men followed you into your home and Jungkook locked the door behind you three, murmuring an enchantment in the process.

“Wha..what the fuck just happened tonight?!” You questioned as your body shook and the sight of the headless man clouded your vision. You were scared but oddly enough satisfied and that scared you. Advancing to your shaking form Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders. “Hey just breath okay? He’s gone and can’t hurt you”. The man in front of you trailed his eyes downwards as he caught a glimpse of your bloodied palms. Jimin happened to notice around the same time as well, his soft voice cutting into the silence that followed “Do you happen to have a first aid kit or perhaps some herbs around?”.

You caught sight of the dirty blonde flittering around the kitchen as Jungkook led you to the sink, a sharp sting following as the cold water made contact with your gashes. Your eyes watched as the crimson water flowed down the sink drain and soon the liquid turned a light pink as most of the blood had stopped surfacing long enough for Jungkook to press a damp washcloth onto both of your palms and press down, the pressure causing your eyes to shut tight with a slight wince.

A tin of the healing poultice you had made was fished from your fridge by Jimin and Jungkook uncovered one of your hands as the slightly shorter gentleman smeared an apple amount onto your left palm, the cold, thick and gel like texture felt soothing against your open skin before a thick wrap of gauze and bandage wrapping was tied around your hand. The process was repeated onto your right palm and a glass of water was presented in front of your lips by Jungkook. “Drink this and then we’ll talk, alright?”. With a slight nod you leaned forward and the rim of the glass was highly brought to your lips, a gently nudge forward caused the liquid to stream down into your mouth with each gulp you took. The cool water felt amazing against the walls of your throat as the screaming from tonight took a toll on your vocal cords.

When you finished your glass of water, hands wrapped around your wrists and brought you to your couch. Your body slumped against the plush cushions and Jimin wrapped the throw that had been hanging off of your seating around your form. Jungkook sighed at the way you three had looked, him and Jimin a lot worse for wear than you physically but emotionally he knew you were once again going through an immense amount of thinking and hardships.

Your eyes had snapped upwards to both men in front of you and it was then that you noticed the blood trailing from Jungkooks open gashes on his throat and his torso which had seemed to be leaking blood into the fabric of his shirt. Jimin has scratches and cuts all over his exposed arms, a few near his neck and a deeper cut her his left collarbone. “You guys need to wash up and we need to treat your wounds before any talking gets done! My palms were nothing compared to the shape you’re both in currently!.

Hands curling around both of their wrists you bit down on your bottom lip to keep your wince at bay but kept on walking them towards your bathroom. “Wash up while I prepare some clothing and items to treat your wounds! I won’t take no for an answer now get to it!” Your voice was strong despite your still fogged brain as you knew no good would come from the guys practically bleeding out onto your wooden floors Okay maybe that was a little overboard but still you thought as you practically shoved the men into your bathroom and shut the door closed before they could protest.

Leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door you shut your eyes for a moment and felt the drag of a large inhale fill your lungs as you heard the water turn on. Now was no time to cry, you knew you needed to get your shit together and be strong, not only to help the guys who helped you but for yourself. You owed it to yourself to be the strong capable person you were and you’d be damned if a psychopath wielder of dark magic would get into your mind!

With a push from the wall behind you by your left foot, you began to get any article of clothing that you had from your best friends together that would hopefully fit the men and folded them into a neat little stack. Eyes closed shut you gently open the door by turning the knob and slid your arm into the small gap you had made to lay the clothing onto where you thought the sink was.

A lights chuckle was heard and you felt the clothes being lifted from your palm causing you to squeak and push the door shut. “It’s fine y/n, I’m still dressed with Jungkook showers.” Jimin’s melodic voice was heard through the bathroom door and you nodded your head despite knowing he couldn’t even see you. “I hope those fit, they might be a little wonky in some areas but they should do, I’ll be in the kitchen when you both are done.” You called out as you rummaged through your cabinets and drawers fishing out some herbs for tea and mugs. You thanked the stars that the poultice and first aid kit had still been out on the counter from merely minutes ago.

You were stirring the steering liquid into three mugs when the sound of the bathroom door opening was heard and footsteps made their way towards you. Once again your eyes met the sight of a half naked Jungkook as he clutched a t shirt in his hands.

With a sheepish glance towards you he opened his mouth to defend why he had been half naked. “I didn’t want to get blood on the shirt before treating my wounds.” Y/n stop staring and realize that this man literally has rivets of blood pooling around the wounds on his neck and a trail has been streaming down his torso. STOP LOOKING AT THE ABS AND WHERE EXACTLY THAT BLOOD IS TRAILING TO.

With a nod of your head you motioned him over with your palm and began gently spreading poultice onto the gash along his torso thanking the Goddess it had been a shallow wound while he held a damp washcloth to his neck.

The wounds on his neck were much deeper and his skin was torn from each claw in a terrible manner. Your brows furrowed as you concentrated on slathering a good amount onto each gash made by claws, Jungkook gripped at the counter behind you as he winced from the pain.

Finishing each wrap of glaze closed with a pin you watched as he pulled the shirt over his head with a wince and you found yourself helping him pull the material down his torso.

A moment passed as you both just stared at each other seemingly trying to ask if the other was okay as Jimin came strolling into the kitchen. Stepping away from Jungkook you took in Jimins cuts and scratches.

There were only two that seemed to still be bleeding and deeper than the others, the first on his left forearm going towards his wrist and the other on his left collarbone going in a crooked line towards his neck.

Slathering your fingers with the ointment you trailed them over each wound, paying special attention to the deeper wounds. Jimin held the collar of the shirt down as you reached up to spread the poultice over the slightly bleeding wound. A shiver racked his body as he felt the cool poultice touch his warm neck. Helping him wrap the deeper wounds you then cleaned up the area with their help.

With a mug of warm tea you each made your way towards your couch and you found yourself sitting between each man. You felt safe despite everything that had just transpired.

“Ready to talk?” It wasn’t either of the mans voices that spoke up, but yours and that shocked them both but the fire in your eyes showed strength as you brought your knees to your chest.

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Thank you so much to those who waited for this chapter and to those who just started reading this series! I hope you enjoyed and ily.

-Potitties

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