#idk if this makes sense but my cat just sat on my chest so i'm typing with obscured vision and one eye open

[deamazed]

@battlehood​ / nathaniel: you mind if we look around? 

By all means, look. Dig, and dig. Truffle pig to truffle pig.

I don’t care what they find, because there’s nothing to be found — Carthage is a ghosttown. A real Midwest character that coaxes out the tumbleweeds and the clink of spurs on each boot from the very cowboys that say they don’t rule this neighbourhood.

Let me explain. I insisted that we didn’t buy. I don’t want anything tethering me to the Huck Finn slapstick hillbilly asshole-of-America that is North Carthage. The only rentals are puckered amongst the run-down estate of foreclosures and boarded up windows that is our neighbourhood. Our. I say it like it’s just a totally blasé way of meaning mine. But Nick’s dragged me here, kicking, screaming, humming and... well. I’d like to say I didn’t kick up a fuss. Nick’s mom had cancer. She’s gone now, and he seems to have dug his heels deeper and deeper into the woodloused, rotting foundations of the McMansion we’d found ourselves in.

It’s been two years. I miss the city. I miss New York, with its New York traits and its New York lights. I miss the rats that scuttle along the subway, and the piss that streams itself up the side of each wall under the cityscape. That’s how much I hate it here. I’d rather be pissed on by the homeless drunk that camps out outside each bodega and his clinking bucket of change.

“By all means.” Look around. See what you find. Because I’m telling you, one New Yorker to... whatever the fuck breed that finds himself at my door, you won’t find anything. This house is empty of Amy. It’s all Nick. Here, I’m nothing but the wisp on the wind. Here, I’m The Dunnes. I’m an empty bottle of perfume and two quarts of half-and-half away from being a total fucking stranger to this place. Nick has The Bar. I have Bleecker and a total, irrefutable claim to something better. I don’t want this life. God, will someone just fucking pull me from its grasp before I start saying shit like y’all, and darling.

I open the door — it doesn’t take much convincing. Figure out what it is you want and go on your merry way. Nick thinks I’m making too big a deal of this. I have my journals — what I squirrel away in light of a better day, and a carton of New York memories that look as obsolete as I feel here.

“Anything you’re looking for in particular?” I don’t mention the garage. Or Go’s woodshed. That stays between friends, remember? Don’t fuck this up for me.

#battlehood #idk if this makes sense but my cat just sat on my chest so i'm typing with obscured vision and one eye open #battlehood / nathaniel.

[euphoricfilter]

Devil That I Know (Part 3)

~ Goodbye My Friend

Pairing: Demon! Jungkook x Human! Reader

Genre: (Inaccurate) Historical AU || Strangers to lovers AU || Supernatural AU || Smut || Fluff || Angst

Summary: Maybe the trip wasn't such a good idea, Jungkook's rage draws him to revenge, and you have to say goodbye to a friend.

Word count: 9.3k

Tags/ warnings: Angst, fluff in the wrong places, threatening to murder, sexual assault, character deaths, murder, graphic (?) descriptions of violence (I'm squeamish so idk how graphic this really is) , blood, crucification, too much lying and secrets.

Notes: somehow they haven't made it to the capital yet but i have plans for the next chapter/ the 'new era' i guess when we get to look more into the m/c's past plus the return of deceased characters.

My Masterlist

Series Masterlist

+++

As the sun begins to rise, so do you. The warm light slowly waking you up. You briefly sense what was happening around you, Jungkook’s soft breathing tickling the top of your head, you small cat friend shifting to lay more in the sun between yours and Jungkook’s bodies. You make a small noise in the back of your throat when it’s paw pushes on your chest weirdly, arm twitching at the feeling.

Your cheek was squished against Jungkook’s upturned palm, your feline friend chewing on the hem of his ridden-up shirt sleeve beside your head. Jungkook watching as you sleep peacefully, he could see the cogs of your mind starting to rev back up, slowly but surely bringing your conscious back to the world.

You could faintly hear Namjoon milling around the wagon, checking its wheels so you ready to depart by midday, the ashy smell of burning wood wafting through the early spring wind from the fire you had used to keep warm throughout the night.

You willed your body to sit up, head falling forward as you ran a hand over your hair to try and tame its unruliness that you knew would be there. You hummed when you felt Jungkook’s hand on the back of your neck, fingers squeezing a little. Not tight enough to hurt but just enough to ground you so you wouldn’t slip back into the blissful sleep you were teetering into.

“Good morning” you whisper, mind still fluffed over with sleep. The only way you could describe the feeling would be when you used to wonder as a child, what would the clouds feel like if I were to just lay in them? The soft cushiony, (cotton candy, but that wasn’t around yet) fluffy feeling that was hard to explain.

Jungkook grunts as he sits up beside you, pulling you into his chest. You let him, still too tired to argue with his antics.

“We’ll travel a lot today so stretch before we leave” he runs a thumb over your lips, smiling when you try and bite down on it. “Oh, is my baby still sleepy” he rocks the both of you back and forth as you yawn, eyes still barely open. He sniggers at your lame attempt at hitting him, limbs still heavy as you fling your arm onto his chest lightly.

Eventually you find yourself sat beside Namjoon; the morning having gone by in a blur. Lil meow meow had finished its eel meal from the night before while you ate berries that Namjoon had foraged for while Jungkook ran along the edge of the beach.

You weren’t sure when Jungkook had got into working out, you’d only ever seen him sat in the main room of the hanok, or on the porch with a book in his hands or a pen and paper. You never asked what he would write, assuming it must be precious if he felt he had to write in the dim candlelight of the room once you and Taehyung were dead to the world.

“How’d you end up in Korea?” Namjoon asked, sick of the silence between the two of you.

“Travelling” you tell him, although it wasn’t a lie it wasn’t the full truth.

Before you’d left for your travels, Jungkook had told you not to give too much information away to anyone no matter how much you trusted them.

“You can’t tell anyone, okay?” He slipped his fingers through your own as you lay in his bed.

“So, I tell them that I’ve always been with you?” You ask, and he nods with a smile.

“Exactly, that way they won’t take you away. You don’t want that right? To be a prisoner again?” he frowns when you do. (What you fail to notice in the orange glow of the candlelight was the lack of emotion behind his onyx eyes at that exact moment)

You shake your head, “Not really” you whisper. The thought of being starved and treated worse than a street dog not an experience you were particularly fond of.

“Good girl” he praises, pulling the blanket up higher before kissing your forehead as you just stare up at the ceiling.

“And your family?” Namjoon asks, tone soft, calculated even.

You point over at Jungkook who was now sat on the rocks Namjoon was crab hunting on the night before. Said man opened his mouth to elaborate on his question but the look on your face told him he shouldn’t ask, so he just throws another berry into his mouth instead. He nodded slowly, eyes trailing back to the frothy waves that looked identical to the clouds in the sky.

“How did you meet?” Namjoon asks hoping to break the awkward silence that sat between the two of you.

“Jungkook?” You ask, Namjoon humming in reply.

“The village in-front of the mountain sent me up there. Their crops were dying and thought Jungkook was the one behind it” you explain.

“You lived in that village?” Namjoon looks at you confused; eyebrows furrowed.

You turn to look at him now, “Something like that” your smile not reaching your eyes.

“I visited a few times years ago, I don’t think I ever saw you there” he tilts his head in thought, “You said the crops were dying?”

“Yeah, livestock too I think” you explain.

“I’m pretty sure everyone in that village died years ago. A rumour went around about a disease spreading, no one knew the cure or where it even came from. Ate people’s flesh and rotten the land” he scratches his head.

“Maybe the same disease came back then when I was there” you watch as Jungkook stands up, long limbs helping him take long strides towards the two of you.

“But that land-“

He was cut off by Jungkook squatting down in-front of you, “Ready to go?” The demon asks, comically wide smile on his face. You could tell that it forced, not the usual bunny-like smile he would give, you ignored the eery feeling that crawled up your spine.

You look over at Namjoon, sheepish smile on your face as an apology as you stand up with the help of Jungkook. He motions for you to go and get ready to depart before he bends down so his face is only inches away from Namjoon’s.

“Listen here village boy. Don’t talk unless you’re spoken to and don’t ask her stupid questions unless you want to end up dead in a ditch somewhere in the forest” he whispers, patronisingly patting his shoulder before Jungkook stands straight again.

The demon picks up the cat by the back of its neck, dropping it onto a pile of someone’s clothes before jumping up into the wagon himself.

Namjoon tilts his head up to look at the sky, hand running over his jaw.

It seems Jungkook doesn’t want you to know that the land of that village hadn’t been occupied since the disease spread 6 years ago.

A chill runs down his spine, he could tell Jungkook wasn’t joking, the dark onyx of his eyes looking like a never-ending void that would swallow him whole if he didn’t do as the demon said.

Shaking off the odd feeling that spread through his body, Namjoon chucked his things haphazardly into the back of the wagon. His eyes quickly flitted up to you, oblivious of the things your friend seemed to think about doing to any minor inconvenience that faces the two of you. You placed your cat into your lap as Jungkook chatted animatedly about what the both of you should do once you were in the capital.

Namjoon briefly met Jungkook’s eyes, the demon smiling at him.

Namjoon didn’t know if he found that scarier than when the demon seemed openly angry. Namjoon nodded at him lightly before shutting the door to the back of the wagon before scuttling to the front where the horses were ready to leave.

By late afternoon you had found yourself back into the forest, the bumpy road making Lil meow restless in your lap even as your fingers would comb through his sandy blonde fur. Something you knew the cat secretly enjoyed.

As you took a break to let the horses drink from a nearby river Namjoon came and stood before you and Jungkook.

“There’s a village nearby if you want to stay for the night. I doubt we’ll make it to the next stop by nightfall” he explains, “We can also stock up on supplies, we don’t have much food left”

Jungkook rummaged through the backpack, checking what supplies the both of you needed to stock up on.

He knew you tended to get hungry in the afternoon and with his bag of snacks slowly dwindling it wouldn’t hurt to stock up, so you didn’t throw a tantrum about being hungry.

“Yeah, let’s stop for the night” he look up at Namjoon from where the both of you were sat on a scarce patch of grass.

Namjoon nods, walking back to herd up the horses and clip them back up to the wagon.

+++

Apparently at some point you had fallen asleep, head pressed against Jungkook’s stomach as he pet your hair.

“You awake, pretty?” he smiled down at you, your back arching as you stretched.

You hum, too sleepy to even think about opening your mouth.

“We’re almost at the village, you slept most of the day” he muses, fingers combing through your knotted hair.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” you murmur, before yawning.

“You seemed tired” Jungkook motions for you to come closer.

“Kook I’m practically sitting on you” you snort, but he hauls you into his lap from under your arms anyways, “my legs feel cramped up”

“Oh, my poor girl” he pouts, fingers inching down to your calves, “Let me help”

You wince each time he presses hard on a tight muscle, “feel better” he asks.

“Sort of, I think I just need to stretch” you flop back, head hitting a sack of supplies.

“Kook?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes angel?” his tone as soft as yours.

“Next time, can we stay at the beach longer?” you pull back to look at his face. He smiles brightly as he nods.

“Of course, we can build a house there one day too” he tells you, cheeks flushing a light pink at the thought.

What if he built a small home, have you bare his child after he fully converted you to be like his kind, that way you would be tied to him in more ways than one. He’s sure your child would be the most precious little creature to exist in the whole world, he wouldn’t care if it were a boy or girl although he would hope that his daughter would look more like you. The thought of having two of you to keep forever, you didn’t need to rush having children as you had the rest of eternity to create a family.

You look to the side, Namjoon’s back coming into view, the conversation you had earlier coming to mind. Maybe you’ll have time to pick back up on what Namjoon had wanted to tell you once you stop at the village.

You also wanted to ask about the disease that had plagued his own village, the one that had taken Taehyung’s life a few weeks ago. You looked up at the sky once the wagon came into a clearing, wondering if Taehyung was up there watching you travel. Your eyes caught sight of the small notebook you had snuck under a bag of food, Taehyung’s notebook where he wrote all of the places he wanted to travel and all the activities he wanted to do with you.

“Look, we’re almost at the village” Jungkook points over Namjoon’s shoulder.

You sit up, peeking over the edge of the wagon, eyes opening wide in awe of the size of the village.

“It’s huge” you whisper, never having seen a village of this size before.

“The capital is even cooler” Jungkook pokes between your shoulder blades as he directs your attention back onto himself.

You open your mouth to speak but close it again when the wagon comes to an abrupt stop.

“You two will have to get off here, the horses have to stay in a stable just outside the village” Namjoon calls from up front.

You look over at Jungkook who nods, grabbing your feline friend by its neck again.

“I see why it doesn’t like you” you playfully shake your head, the cat looking grumpy as you coo, fingers tickling its tummy.

“It would scratch me otherwise” he wiggles it around a little, dropping it into your open arms, “out you go” he encourages after opening the door.

Namjoon calls out for both of your attention, “there’s and inn that my friend owns, called ‘Hope’s Inn’, tell him you’re with me” Namjoon tells you both.

You nod, Jungkook having already started walking along the path towards the arch opening of the village.

“Thank you Namjoon” you wave at him as he kicks the side of the horse, riding towards the large stables you could see over a few bushes.

You walk a short distance behind Jungkook, not bothering to run and catch up with him. Eventually he turns to you with a frown.

“Why are you all the way back there?” he asks.

“You left without me” you call back at him and he sighs, motioning for you to hurry up.

He holds out his hand, “hold it” he tells you.

“My hands are full” you shake your head, lil meow looking at the demon with what you should describe as a smug expression.

“Stupid cat” Jungkook mutters.

He stops abruptly, “gotta put these back on” he tells you, draping the cloak around your shoulder, he ties a small bow at the front, your cat’s head peeking out of the neck hole.

You kiss the top of the cat’s head, getting a nose kiss along your jaw back.

As you and your cat bond, Jungkook drops the backpack on the floor, slipping one pair of arms through the sleeves of the cloak before tying the front, his second pair of arms glued to his side to look less suspicious as he flips up his hood before doing the same to yours.

He picks up the backpack again, hand on the back of your neck as he starts walking towards the village entrance.

You unconsciously gravitate towards Jungkook once you get further into the village, it was nothing like you had ever seen.

What seemed like hundreds of people were bustling around, wooden stands that sold all things from food to hand-made trinkets scattered the expanse of the street. Everything seemed so much more vibrant here, the pretty pink petals of blossoms covered the path as you weaved through the crowd. All the fruits here looked so vibrant, everyone having smiles on their faces. You couldn’t help but smile too. You giggle at the hiss lil meow makes when it sees a stray dog sniffing up your legs.

“kook” you tug at his sleeve, he instantly turns to you.

“yeah?” he asks, bending a little to hear you better over the chatter of the village people.

You point to a building on the corner of the street, “I think that’s the place Namjoon was talking about”

Jungkook’s eyes flit in the direction you were pointing at, his eyes squinting to read the sign.

“Did you read that?” he asked, tone questioning.

“yup” you tell him proudly.

He smiles down at you, “my smart girl” he coos.

You nudge his shoulder, nose scrunching at the cheesy name.

As the two of you walk with purpose now, he can’t help but wonder how the magic had affected your memories.

You remembered who he was, who Taehyung was, and the things he had taught you so your long-term memories seemed fine, on the other hand you couldn’t remember what he had done that night and even admitted that what happened in the village with the boys that attacked you seemed hazy.

He would have to look up conversion magic in more detail when he was in the capital, the demonic population preferring to blend in with the humans in more dense places as to not get caught.

Jungkook hadn’t told you, but after the new king rose to power, demons weren’t as accepted as they once had been. The prize for bringing a royal the head of a demon exceeded any comprehensible amount for a commoner, so many demons migrated towards the capital where they could easily hide instead of secluded locations like the mountain the two of you lived on.

Demons were once worshipped for their power, the humans giving easily into their tricks, placing money at shines, praying to the demons that owned their land. Once the new king rose to power however, he felt offended that his own people would worship an evil being more than they would him. (This era is where the downfall of demonic entities starts, groups forming to hunt down demons, more access to magic that could rid the world of the devil that plagues their land.)

You pushed open the door to the inn, bell ringing above the door to let the sunshine-smiled desk boy know that he had new guests.

He didn’t seem fazed by both of your hooded figures as he drops the rag onto the counter before focusing all of his attention on Jungkook, eyes flitting your way to give you a brief smile.

“Welcome to Hope’s Inn, I’m Hoseok” he beams.

“One room for the night” Jungkook drops a few coins onto the table, Hoseok’s eyes widening at the amount, but he takes it nonetheless.

You take a moment to look around, the first floor of the Inn looking like a bar. Round wooden tables scattered around, the shelf behind the counter stacked with expensive looking alcohol and wooden jugs and crates of liquor. Further down the room, behind a thick wooden door you could hear pots clanking, presumably the kitchen.

“Of course” he nods, rummaging through a drawer, dropping a hefty metal key on the table.

Jungkook grabbed it off the counter, hand wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you towards the rickety old staircase at the other side of the building.

“Kook can you slow down a little” you puff, legs straining to keep up with the demon.

He turns back to you, steps shorter as he nods, “sorry angel”

You hum in reply. Clearly something and put him in an iffy mood and you didn’t want to make it any worse.

You both stop in-front of a door, Jungkook looking down at the wooden tag on the keys to make sure he got to the right room before he sticks it into the lock.

The door clicks open, and you both peer inside.

“Seems nice” you say softly and he nods as you both pull the hoods from your heads.

You both look at each other, smile quirking onto your faces as you suppress a giggle. Both of you felt giddy at the idea that this was happening. Maybe now that Namjoon wasn’t here with the both of you, it felt like your own trip. Just the two of you, exploring the unknown. You felt your heartbeat faster as you peered up at Jungkook, his own giddy smile a mirror of your own as you took a moment to take it all in. This was really happening.

You quite liked Namjoon, he seemed genuine and didn’t have a problem with you being a foreigner or Jungkook being a four-armed demon. He seemed knowledgeable enough as well, albeit a little oblivious when it came to social cues. You weren’t stupid enough to not notice the fear that would glaze over his eyes whenever Jungkook was too close, you knew the demon would have said something threatening at some point, you just hadn’t thought it would be a few days into the trip.

But you knew Jungkook meant well, you didn’t know Namjoon, the few and far conversations you’d had over the course of the last few days not enough for you to get a true reading on him.

You let go of Jungkook’s hand, letting lil meow hop down from your arms. You wander into the room.

It was cute, you thought. Two beds sat beside each other, a small table between them. A window on the far side of the room, the golden evening sunlight pouring into the room.

Jungkook shut the door, dropping the backpack before placing his hands on his hips.

“This won’t do” he huffs, stalking over to the table that rest beside the beds.

Without a second thought he lifts up the table, muscles flexing under the loose sleeves of the cloak as he carries it out of the way of the beds. He then grabs the wooden crates that the mattresses lay on, pushing the two beds right next to each other.

“You don’t even sleep” you tut, finger scratching the base of the cat’s ears.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like laying next to as you sleep” he deadpans, and you snort.

“I’ll never find a husband because of you” you muse, tone light-hearted so he would know you were joking.

Honestly you hadn’t really thought of marriage all that much except with your childhood friend but after he was killed by the village people you hadn’t put much consideration in tying yourself down. Never finding another man that you could love. You knew somewhere deep within that the two of you would never properly get married, the jokes made as children meant to stay that way, but you could dream.

He was the perfect man, tall, pretty, more confidence than you could ever imagine having. Maybe you were biased because you had known him your whole life, and maybe you liked him a little too much because he had the most handsome face, plush lips and a smile that could make even a man swoon at him. He wasn’t broody, didn’t boss you around like the other men in the village, and always put you before himself, never forcing you into conforming to the stereotypical roles that were expected of you as a woman.

(At some point you’d realize you’d lived before your time, never liking the idea of a man dictating your life, because as a woman why should you bow down to the unreasonable and unrealistic standards of a man and conform yourself to an image that is moulded by the male gaze?)

“That’s because I’ll be your husband” Jungkook frowns, unhappy that you would even think that another man or woman would be allowed to whisk you away from him.

You laugh at that, falling back onto the bed. Maybe it was the cute frown on his face, or the dedication in his eyes, but you were happy. You couldn’t explain exactly why the bubbly feeling rose in you, like the first spoonful of hot soup on a freezing winter day, or someone giving you a gift because they were reminded of you when they saw it.

“Jungkook we can’t get married” you tell him.

“And why not?” he flops on top of you. You groan at the weight.

You sadly smile at him, fingers brushing his bangs from his forehead as he holds himself up on his elbows.

“Kook, you don’t die. I’ll be gone eventually” your eyes flit over his face, gauging for his reaction. He just looks at you, no clear emotion on his face.

“So, you won’t marry me because you’ll die?” he asks, tone wavering between bitter and sad. If only you knew the plans, he had for you.

“I don’t want to assume, but you marry someone because you love them. And if you were to love me and I die then you’ll be broken. I don’t think I could fathom the idea of someone I love dying kook, like a piece of yourself is missing.”

“‘Were’ to love you?” he asks, you nod.

“Oh my pretty thing” he runs a thump over your cheek, leaning down he pressed a feather light kiss between your eyebrows, “I already love you, more than you’ll ever be able to comprehend”

You stare up at him, time feeling like it had stopped as you just look into each other’s eyes.

You flick his forehead, “stop trying to seduce me when my baby is here” you turn your head towards lil meow, “you see this guy?” you scoff, your cat meowing in agreement.

Jungkook’s lip quirks at that, pushing himself up and off you as he pushes a hand through his hair.

“Hurry up and change, we’re going down for dinner” he stands up, starting to rummage through the bag, chucking a long sleeve shirt and baggy trousers at you. Ones Taehyung had made for you to lounge around in during the evening, so you didn’t have to wear the scratchy cloth that you wore while working.

You undo the cloak, it pools around your feet as you lift your current shirt over your head. Jungkook watches you from where he’s sat beside the bag, your skin glowing in the evening sunlight.

Once done, you crouch down beside the bed, “you’ll have to stay here” you tell your feline friend. Worried that the bar will be busy, and the last thing you wanted to happen was your new friend to get hurt because you were selfish. You assume a meow of understanding is your reply as you stand to full height again, turning to Jungkook.

“I’m hungry” you tell him, and he snorts, opening the door for you before he locks it.

He watches you walk down the hallway, arms stretched above your head, joints in your back popping. You sigh, turning your head to look back at him, tilting your head in the direction of the stairs. His footsteps pick up to catch up with you, faint blush on his cheeks when you hold onto the sleeve of cloak when you start to descend the stairs.

+++

You watch Jungkook bring the jug of liquor to his lips. Mind wandering to what happened earlier.

You’d never thought too much about the relationship the two of you had. He’d been a friend just like Taehyung had, the three of you falling into a rhythm at some point in the months you had spent living with them. So, you never really delved into what exactly the two of you had. You seemed closer than friends, sleeping beside each other, him pulling you into his own little bubble more times than not. He never took it any further though, never gave any other hint that he wanted to court you, wanted anything more than what he already had.

Jungkook had been kind enough to keep you around, you’d been ignorant to the thought of why exactly he had let you stay around.

He already had Taehyung at the time who seemed fine with the abundance of chores that he had, clearly not needing your help with the set routine that you somehow weaved your way into. But he let you stay, fed you, gave you a bed, even taught you how to read and write. Now he promised to take you to the places you wanted to visit.

Love at first sight felt like a stretch and a weird boost to your ego that even in the state you had been all those months ago he still found you attractive. You knew he couldn’t have liked you for anything more than the shallow reason, he didn’t know you at all.

Another issue the two of you seemed to never address was the fact that Taehyung, who was 100% healthier than you died because of a disease, you lived and somehow knew nothing about even contracting the illness? Suddenly waking up weeks later like nothing happened?

So many things didn’t seem to be adding up. Jungkook had no reason to lie to you, and you’d never accuse him of ever stabbing you in the back, he was too kind to do that. You’d been on the recipient end of his hospitality, he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“You’re staring” Jungkook pokes between your eyebrows, “what are you thinking about?” he asks.

Your eyes flit up to meet his own, you say nothing for a moment.

“How scary the capital must be” You lie, leaning back in your chair.

The bar had gotten busier now that it was supper time, rowdy men laughing in large groups around the round tables. Serving women dressed in pink hanboks to match the cherry blossoms outside, Hoseok chatting with Namjoon at the counter.

Namjoon had called the both of you over when you’d made it downstairs, properly introducing you to Hoseok. One of the serving women’s hands trailing over Jungkook’s arm, asking if she could take his cloak to hang up. You watched in amusement at his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance at her close proximity, brushing her off with a shake of his head as he pulled you to a table.

“I’ll be there with you” he tells you softly, hand skimming across the table to hold your own.

You nod, biting your lip in thought. You’d ask him all of your questions once you get back to the hanok, not wanting to ruin the trip that had only just started.

“Can I have some money?” you ask him, “I’ll order us some food”

Jungkook hums, “And what do I get in return?” his eyebrow raises.

“What do you want?” you ask, sceptical of his answer.

He taps his cheek twice, “kiss”

You give him a deadpan look, pushing yourself up with all the confidence in the world as you round the table, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on the apples of his cheeks.

You outstretch your hand, and he drops a few coins in your palm. You ignore the smug look he has on his face as you turn towards the counter where you can still see Hoseok and Namjoon catching up. You weave through the small gaps between pushed out chair.

You hear it before you feel it, a palm colliding with your behind. You halt. Mind processing that some random man had just slapped your ass.

It was Jungkook grabbing the man around the neck that eventually snaps you out of your daze, eyes watering as you watch the man with Jungkook’s art filled hand squeezing his neck, eyes looking like they would pop out of his head.

You flinch back when Namjoon hold your arm, his hands flying back to his body when he sees the fear in your eyes. You think you hear the man wheeze out “she shouldn’t have dressed like she was asking for it”

After that you blank, the next moment you're aware of your surroundings, Namjoon had led you back upstairs, standing outside your door after you shakily tell him the number when he asks softly. Jungkook still had the keys so the both of you just stood there.

“I would ask if you’re okay but you’re not” Namjoon nervously rambles, not sure what to do with his hands.

“I’m sorry” you snivel, mind finally comprehending what happened as tears fall down your cheeks.

“Don’t apologize, that man was at fault” he reassures, gently pulling you into his chest. Namjoon pats your back as you shudder. Hands roaming your body too soon after the shock it just went through, your mind on overload as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

“Get off her” You lift your head at the sound of Jungkook’s voice at the end of the hall.

You can see the rage in his eyes, see the hint of red behind his irises as he looks at Namjoon, roughly pushing the village boy away from you. He fishes the key from his pocket, roughly shoving it in the door before motioning for you to go inside.

Your legs take you to the bed, falling beside lil meow who looks up in confusion as you bury you face into the fur of its stomach.

You don’t notice the door clicking shut, don’t notice Jungkook sit on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

How does he fix this? “I’m sorry” he doesn’t look up, eyes trained on the floor as he talks once your crying stops, just your shuddering breaths filling the expanse of the otherwise silent room.

He looks over his shoulder at you when you don’t reply. He watches you scratch under the cat’s chin who licks at the salty tears that streak down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry” he tells you again.

“I heard you the first time” You don’t look at him, “you didn’t do anything wrong Jungkook” your fingers grab onto the blanket. Trying anything to stop your hands from shaking so badly.

“But I brought you here, this wouldn’t have happened if we had just stayed at home where it’s safe” one of his hands hold your ankle.

“Jungkook” you push yourself to sit up, “I can’t stay cooped up in the mountains forever”

“But you can, can’t you see the world is too dangerous?” he goes to hold your hands, but you recoil.

You watch the hurt flash through his eyes, eyebrows curving as he bites his lip. You look down at your shaking hands, worried you’ll give into him if you look into his sorrow filled eyes for a moment longer.

“I know what the world is like Jungkook, I’m not stupid” you shake your head.

“I never said you were stupid” he pinches between his eyebrows.

“It sure feels like it sometimes” you scoff.

“How have I ever made you feel stupid?” He laughs in disbelief.

“You act like I’m fragile Jungkook, I know how shitty the world is you don’t have to hide it from me”

“I’m not hiding anything” you watch his body language.

“You sure? Because you’re getting defensive” you raise an eyebrow at him in question, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I’m not being defensive, you’re dodging my questions” he throws his arms up dramatically, “Why would you want to leave?” He asks, genuine curiosity evident in his voice.

“Because I’m scared” you exasperate.

“Of what? You- I’m here to help you” Jungkook’s voice raises, your eyes watering again.

“If one day you kick me out, I have nowhere to go” you cry, startling lil meow, the cat running its nose over your thigh.

Jungkook looks at you, watches as you wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands. The both of you breath heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, both of you too stubborn to back down.

“You done?” he asks, voice soft.

You shrug, feeling sorry for yourself as you crawl over to Jungkook, arms wrapping around his waist. You think the events of the day were finally catching up to you, shock finally dissipating and anger bubbling down to exhaustion.

“You’ll always have a home” Jungkook whispers, fingers slipping through your own, “If you’re ever lost, remember there’s a home for you on top of the mountain. If you’re ever lost, come home, please”

+++

You’d fallen asleep eventually, Jungkook had gotten good at being able to differentiate between you pretending to sleep and you actually having fallen asleep.

His eyes wander of your body as you lay in the middle of the two beds as his first pair of arms slip through the sleeves of the cloak.

Jungkook gently clicks the door open, feet light as he wanders down the hallway, down the stairs.

Jungkook looks over at Hoseok who is drying a jug, the inn owner nodding at Jungkook as he walks by.

If the group of the man’s friends hadn’t pulled Jungkook away from the son of a bitch that harassed you, then he would have suffocated to death. But he supposes he’s grateful they had stopped him as his revenge plan is a lot more fun than letting the guy off easily.

Jungkook pushes the door open, bell tinkling as he looks down the street.

His eyes catch onto a group of men sat on a rusting table beside an alley way. He tilts his head, eyes scanning over all of their faces before a sinister, demented smile pulls at his lips. He watches them puff smoke from their cigars for a moment before he struts over to them, shoulders wide.

A few of the men look his way as he stops in-front of the table, his fingers holding the edge before he turns, throwing it behind him. Each of the men stand abruptly.

“Ah yer the whore’sfriend” one of the man’s friends scoff at Jungkook.

Jungkook cracks his neck, eyes trailing off into the alley way where the man he is looking for is pulling up his pants, commotion ruining his time with a woman from a nearby brothel. Jungkook shoulders the men out of his way as he stalks over towards the man with purpose. Eyes shining crimson in the white light off the moon that peeks through the crack of the building into the narrow alleyway.

Shoving his hand into the pocket of his cloak, Jungkook’s fingers grab the pocketknife he had hidden in there.

The old man grunts at Jungkook as he lights a cigar, “What do ya want kid?” he squints, growling when he realises its Jungkook, “Doll, you better get going” the old man tells the woman from the brothel who nods, eyes seductively trailing over Jungkook’s face. He ignores her, waiting for the clacking of her shoes to be far away enough that he can finally get down to business.

Jungkook unties the knot that held his cloak together, smile stretching into a grin when the man’s eyes widen looking at his extra pair of arms.

“Yer a devil” the man slowly takes steps backward, grunting when he hits a wall.

“No. I’m a demon, now be quiet I don’t want my angel waking up because of you” Jungkook shakes his head mockingly, one arm grabbing over the man’s mouth.

Jungkook first knees him in the crotch, the man falling to his knees, large puff of air escaping his nose as his throat clogs up at being winded.

The demon crouches down so he’s face to face with the man, two of his hands holding the man’s wrists, his last hand trailing a knife down his neck.

“First let’s get rid of your filthy eyes. How dare you even think about looking at her like you did back there” Jungkook sighs, trailing the knife up the man’s plump body. “Remember don’t scream”

Jungkook found the knife harder to use when he poked it into the man’s eye, so instead, he dug his fingers into the man’s eye sockets, fingernails clawing that the sensitive tissue before fully grabbing his eye and ripping it out with a wet pop. He drops it to the floor like trash, shoving two fingers into the now empty socket, wriggling his finger around, blood pouring down his forearm as he laughed. Something sickly amusing about ripping a human apart. The man’s cries for help now getting louder as Jungkook covers his nose now as well.

This caught the attention of the friends who were previously occupied with another of the local brothel women, trying to convince them to come and spend the night at the cheap inn.

They shone the candle at the two in the alley way, all of them watching Jungkook with bloodied hands as he pushed at the man’s other eye into his head with his thumb, their friend’s right eye having rolled off onto the floor, where his eye used to be now gushing thick crimson blood down his cheek, over Jungkook’s hands.

They could hear the pop of his other eye being ripped out of its socket, Jungkook’s shirt soaking in the blood that ran down his arms, blood squirting onto his face.

The man’s head felt like it was going to explode with how hard Jungkook was holding it, jaw dislodging itself from its joints, cries of agony being unheard as the man’s friends ran, not wanting to face a demon who was clearly enraged. They could probably take him on in a group but the blood lust evident in his eyes enough for them to run, not daring to stand up for their friend.

Jungkook let go of the man, his body slumping onto the floor.

Picking up his knife from the gritty floor, Jungkook drags his feet to stand over the man once again, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, blood smearing over his face further, dripping down his cheeks as he breathes heavy.

“Now, your hands. How dare you even think of touching what belongs to me” Jungkook lift one of the man’s arms, thumb pinched between Jungkook’s thumb and index finger.

He raises the knife, cutting through the skin like he was cutting a piece of meat, tendons snapping as he cut through the thick muscle. Jungkook frowns once he gets to the bone, blood preventing his from getting a good view and the best place to hack away at. He realised the pocketknife wasn’t the best tool for this job, he should have gone to the carpenter’s house before this and asked for an axe. He supposes this method will inflict a lot more pain though so in a satisfying way he didn’t care that he chose a weaker weapon.

Covering the man’s mouth again, smearing blood over his chin further, Jungkook decided to just snap the bone in half before sawing away at the muscle and skin again, throwing the man’s hand to the side once he had successfully detached it from his body.

He cut off the other arm in a similar fashion. Jungkook wasn’t sure exactly when the man had seemed to die, probably from the blood loss, most of it having spilled into a puddle on the dusty floor or sprayed onto his clothes.

“I didn’t like the way you spoke to my angel” Jungkook continues, well aware the man had stopped breathing.

Standing up, Jungkook sighs. He looks at the dead body in the floor, man almost unrecognizable with no eyes, eye lids still open from the shock, blood matting his thin wispy hair, staining his skin, jaw dislocated, and hands severed, thrown off to the side somewhere.

He picks up his cloak, wiping his hands so they weren’t dripping with blood. Leaving the alley way, the streets were a lot emptier than they had been earlier.

He makes his way around the inn, opening the wooden door to the bath house.

+++

“Good morning angel” Jungkook brushed your hair out of your face as he smiled down at you.

You don’t say anything, just looking up at Jungkook.

“I need to go and buy some supplies, why don’t you go and eat breakfast with Namjoon and Hoseok?” he suggests, smile never faltering.

“I thought you didn’t like Namjoon” you rasp, voice still woven with sleep.

Jungkook watches your back arch as you stretch, reminding him of the cat beside you that seemed to also be stretching.

“I never said I didn’t like him” Jungkook waves you off, pushing himself off of the bed towards the backpack. He throws you some thicker clothes, “hurry up”

You yawn, “I’m pretty sure you threatened him” you muse, hand running through your best of hair.

“I would never do such a thing” he drawls, and you snort.

“He’s always so skittish around you”

“I mean, if we were to fight then I would win” Jungkook boasts, flexing his four arms and you giggle at that.

“meow meow you stay here, I’ll bring you some breakfast” you boop the cats nose as it curls back up on the bed.

Once the two of you stand at the top of the stairs you stop, palms sweating as you think about what happened last night.

“Hoseok said that son of a bitch left last night and didn’t come back if that’s what you’re worried about” Jungkook tells you, voice flat.

You look into his eyes for a second, you weren’t sure what you were looking for, but you just nodded.

“When did he tell you that” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“Last night. I went out for some air to calm down” Jungkook lies easily, feeling no guilt.

You nod again, “I think i’ll eat outside anyways just to make sure” you take a step, breathing shaky as you descend the stairs.

“Morning” Hoseok calls from the counter, he smiles sadly at you.

You didn’t want his pity it just made you feel worse about yourself. You nod at him nonetheless, smile not reaching your eyes.

“I’ll bring breakfast out, on the house” He tells you, “Namjoon is sitting on the porch if you want to sit with him”

“Actually, I won’t be needing any food, errands to run” Jungkook calls after Hoseok who nods in understanding.

+++

“You feel any better?” Namjoon asks you once Jungkook leaves, the silence slowly eating away at him.

“Not really” you tell him honestly.

“It’s okay not to be alright sometimes. Thank you for being honest with me” he smiles, “we don’t have to leave today if you’re not feeling up for it”

“I think the sooner we leave the better I’ll feel” you nod at Hoseok who places two bowls of noodle soup in front of you and Namjoon.

“Okay, we can leave this afternoon, I’m sure there’s a shorter way to the capital. I’ll check a map after breakfast” he tells you, “Y/n” You turn towards Namjoon as he calls your name, “If you ever need to talk, I’m here. Human to human or something”

You crack a smile at that, “do you ever feel like something is missing?” you ask, “like events in your life don’t fall into place properly?”

“I always lose stuff if that’s what you mean” he swallows the food in your mouth.

“No, nothing physical. Forgotten memories” you ask, “I can’t remember what seems like a significant event, and when I try and think about it, my mind just blanks and stop thinking for a while”

“My memory is pretty good so I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that; do you know the rough time period you can’t remember?”

“A month ago” you watch a few children play around, their mothers chatting away to an older woman who owns a stall.

“Huh that’s pretty recent” he tilts his head, “maybe Jungkook knows I’m sure he’ll tell you if you ask him”

“You’re probably right” you muse, picking up your chopsticks.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t have been important if you can’t really remember it” Namjoon tries to console when he sees the from on your face.

“You’re probably right, I shouldn’t stress over something I can’t even remember” you shrug, watching Jungkook make his way back over to the inn from the other end of the street.

“Can you not tell Jungkook about what we’ve spoken about?” you ask Namjoon quietly, worried Jungkook may hear even with the sound of the village people chattering.

“Sure” Namjoon nods slowly, watching your facial expression turn neutral as Jungkook walks up to the table.

“You two talk about anything interesting?” Jungkook asks, fingers swiping the chopsticks out of your hands, looking between the two of you with a mouthful of noodles.

“Nope. Namjoon was just asking if I felt any better. We plan to leave this afternoon” you tell Jungkook who runs a hand through his hair.

“Sure, let’s go and pack. I got you some stuff” he wiggles a bag in his hand.

“Thanks for the chat, Namjoon” you smile at him, a genuine one.

He nods back at you, dimpled smile making an appearance.

Jungkook stops you when the both of you reach the top of the stairs.

“It smells like blood” he tilts his head, eyes flirting down to his hands. They were clean, he made sure to scrub himself clean last night, even going as far as burning his clothes so you wouldn’t find them.

“I don’t smell anything” you turn to Jungkook, pulling your wrist out of his grasp.

It’s when you see the blood pooling at the base of your door that you stop. Your eyes trail up to the open door, lock looking busted, as the door sat wide open.

Jungkook slips a hand into yours as you both slowly make your way towards your room. You feel the bile rise in your throat at the sight you see when you stand in the doorway. Your hand flies to your mouth, trying hard to not throw up the breakfast you’d just eaten.

Your cat has been crucified above the bed you had slept in that night, long metal nails hanging the cat by its paws.

Written on the wall in what you assumed to be your cat’s blood was ‘Demon’ sprawled in bold letters.

You fall to your knees, puddle of your feline friend’s blood soaking into your cotton pants.

You choke a sob, Jungkook looking at the cat hung above the bed. His eyes trailed over to the bag; both of your things scattered across the floor. Luckily, he had taken all your guy’s money with him so they couldn’t have taken anything valuable.

He turns down to look at you as you choke a sob.

“You’re getting dirty, get up” his hands fall onto your shoulder, and you push him off.

“Jeon Jungkook” you laugh in disbelief, head in your hands as you shake your head.

You have to cover your mouth again when you gag, the pungent smell of blood and the sight of your dead friend too much for your stomach to handle.

You aren’t sure how long you just sit there, watching your shaky hands through blurry eyes, but at some point, your brain tell your body to get up. With the help of a wall, you push yourself up to stand, swaying as you climb up onto the bed, fingers pulling at the nails that hung your cat.

The dead cat flops onto the bed with a dull thud, unmoving and you just stare down at it.

Your head eventually turns towards the wall with the blood writing on it.

Jungkook just watches, all light gone from your eyes. He isn’t sure if you’re mad at him, clearly the people that had killed your cat knew he was a demon, leaving the only culprits as the cowardice friends from the night before.

Without saying a word, Jungkook begins to pick up both of your belongings. You kneel on the bed, fingers tracing over the slit in the cat’s neck as the tears fall down your cheeks.

You stand on shaky legs, stumbling forward on the soft hay filled mattress.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asks once you get to the door.

“I’m going to bury it” you whisper, cradling the cat in your arms, uncaring of the fact its blood was staining your clothes.

Jungkook wordlessly follows you down the stairs. Namjoon standing in alarm when he sees the blood covering you as leave the inn.

“What happened?” he asks, following after you and Jungkook. Said demon shakes his head at Namjoon who just gulps at the sight of the limp animal in your arms.

You remember seeing a large blossom tree in a field on the way towards the village, as you slowly wander through the village, catching the attention of stall owners and other locals.

You can’t help but think that maybe you were a bad omen. First your childhood friend had died because of you, Taehyung dying shortly after due to a disease and now your best friend because someone had found out Jungkook was a demon. It’s hard to see through your tears, feet stumbling through the crowd of people gathered around stalls, your shoes getting caught on larger stones as you wander towards the large blossom tree.

You kneel before the tree, dirt clinging to the blood on your clothes. The soil around the tree was moist enough for you to dig it up with your hands, the lax body of your cat laying over your lap as you occasionally wipe your eyes with the back of your sleeve to clear your vision.

You carefully place the cat into the hole, dirty fingers gently brushing between its ears one more time before you push the dirt over its body reluctantly. You can’t suppress the sob that wracks through your body when your cat’s open eyes stare blankly back at you as you bury it’s cold lifeless body.

“We should hurry up and leave, someone knows Jungkook is a demon” You turn towards the two boys, eyes red rimmed, nose runny as you feel another lump form in your throat.

“Don’t worry about that right now” Jungkook reaches out for you, you push his hands away. Worried you’ll start crying if he pulls you in for a hug.

Something briefly flashes behind his eyes before he sighs, turning to walk back towards the inn.

Namjoon stays behind to walk with you as Jungkook stalks forward. Sulking because he can’t hold you. Truthfully, he couldn’t care about the cat, never having been attached to it, he was just glad you had found something to keep your mind off of Taehyung’s death. Your mood lifting once you decided to take in the cat. But not only had someone harassed you, but the feisty cat had been killed within the span of a few hours.

He was angrier that those cowards had upset you more than anything, he knew he should have done after them last night.

+++

Jungkook places a notebook on the table, your eyes recognizing it as Taehyung’s book that you kept under your pillow as you slept. You were never superstitious but you believed that having his notebook under your pillow helped you have better dreams, dreams of travelling and growing old.

You’d been sat in the bar as Namjoon got the horses ready, Jungkook having gone upstairs packing the rest of your things as you didn’t want to go back upstairs.

“If I would have known they had done that I wouldn’t have let them leave” Hoseok scratches the back of his neck as you sip on water.

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have left my cat alone” you give Hoseok a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you for letting us stay” you bow at him when you see Namjoon in the doorway. He waves at his friend who nods in acknowledgment.

Jungkook leads you out of the room with a hand on your back. Fingers light, realising he shouldn’t overcrowd you for the time being.

“I found a shorter route to the capital; we should get there by midnight” Namjoon explains as you wander towards the stables where the horses had been staying.

As you get comfortable in the wagon, your hands reach out to give your cat a chin scratch, shoulders slumping forward when you realize. Your eyes wander over to large blossom tree that you can see over a building.

Once Jungkook sits down, you face plant into his thigh. Fingers holding onto his loose pant legs as Namjoon hauls himself on the horse.

Jungkook’s fingers brush over your hair, humming a soft tune to help lull you to sleep. Hoping that sleeping will ease your pain for at least a few hours.

You make it to the archway of the village when the wagon stops.

You sit up in confusion.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, there was a murder last night.” One of the two men looking up at Namjoon on the horse, “Heard it was a demon, the village owner ask us to inspect everyone who leaves” they explain.

You and Namjoon make eye contact, your eyes furrowing as you turn towards Jungkook.

“Well now we’re fucked” you push your palms into your eyes, Jungkook seeming unfazed by the situation as he inspects his nails.

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My Hero

Dabi x Reader Warnings: Fluff, angst, very lovely romantic smut, swearing, violence but like punching walls and shit nothing big, Dabis backstory isn't spoiled I don't reveal his last name I swear, when he cries it's not like crying (obvi no tear ducts) but like the kind of crying where you’re crying but no tears come out

to use: input your name as y/n, I don't use your quirk in this. To input your quirk use y/q. To change different things click “change something other than y/n” and follow the directions.

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@issamomma I hope it's tolerable ❤️

“Hey! I see your requests are open. In light of all the recent spoilers, can I ask for something very sappy and self indulgent? Can I get a large fluff angst Dabi combo where he goes off about being the most powerful villain but all he ever wanted to be was a hero and the only time he’s ever truly felt like a good man and like he’s #1 is with y/n? With a side of mild romantic smut but hold the gluten? Thanks. 💕🙏🏻 If not, no worries. I’m gonna stalk your page and read more of your stuff now.”

This story is like compressed if that makes sense for some reason my brain just smashed everything that happens into one day 😃🔫

Honestly, I might write another version? Idk but I CANT START OVER AGAIN

Here's a song I like

“G’morning Dabi, ” you said, rolling over to hold him.

When you were met with a Dabi-free bed, panic immediately set in.

You peeked through the door, “Dabi?” you called

“Right here, babe, ” he said from the kitchen.

The smell of syrup filled your nose, and you realized that Dabi, the number two villain, was making you pancakes. Your bare feet hit the soft carpet as you walked to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed the back of his left shoulder.

“You are amazing, Dabi, ” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, don't get sappy y/n, ” he said.

You ran your hands up and down his stomach, taking a deep breath to smell his cologne.

“Stop distracting me y/n they're gonna burn, ” he grumbled.

“Fine, fine!” You said.

You let go of him to put on a pot of coffee only to see that he had made coffee just the way you like.

“Jeez, did you kill a puppy or something because if so, apology accepted, ” you said.

“No, I didn't kill a fucking puppy. I just wanted to do something nice for you, ” he said, “but if youre gonna make it a big deal everytime-”

“Nope, nevermind, I'll be quiet, ” you interrupted.

Dabi finished making breakfast, and you both sat down at the table. He was quite proud of himself, seeing you smile at him when you first came down, feeling you wrap your arms around him, kissing him. It made his chest feel warm and light. Don't get the wrong idea. He’d never do anything like this for anyone else, no matter what. Only you, he was only soft for you. He even washed the dishes saying that “it was more meaningful if I do them myself, ”

You sat in the living room, talking about anything and everything. It had taken the better part of three years, but Dabi was an open book. He had cried on your shoulder, you had watched him bleed. You had stapled him together, watched him go about all his villainous deeds, and never, ever judged him. You were the best thing to happen to him. y/n y/l/n, or preferably when finally proposed (if you know his last name, please put it into interactive fics) y/n d/l/n. (Dabis last name)

You got up and felt your feet get caught on the rug but before you could hit the floor, Dabi’s arms wrapped around you.

You laughed as you steadied yourself, “my hero, ”

He froze, “your hero?”

“Yeah, that's what I said, ” you responded.

“A hero, ” he spat, “are you fucking kidding?”

“No Dabi that's not what I-” you started.

“Shut the fuck up y/n, I'm not your fucking ‘hero,’” he sneered, “im the greatest fucking villain of all time. That man child is a joke, ”

(ouch 😐)

“No please Dabi just listen, ” you said.

“No, you listen, y/n. I can't be your fucking hero. I fucking kill people. That's my life youre just a delusional little girl who wants someone to save her. That's. Not. Me, ” he said.

“Please baby I just, ” you tried.

His fist hit the wall, and his other knocked over a vase as it shattered, “I told you to listen! I'm not here to save you. I could burn this whole fucking house to the ground with you in it if I wanted to. You shouldn't be around me y/n. I can't do anything right I'll just hurt you I can't keep you safe, ” he started to unravel.

“I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone; I just wanted to be a hero. I just wanted to help. But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't,” he broke, “please, please, I didn't mean it I just I love you, and I can't lose you. I'm sorry ill get you a new vase; I'll cook your favorite food. We can get that dumb cat you saw in the store anything y/n. I wanted to be a hero y/n I wanted to go to that dumb school and help people, but I can't. It's all ruined, ruined ruined ruined, ” he started to sob, sliding down to the floor.

“I just want it to stop. Please make it stop y/n it hurts everything hurts, ” he ran his hands over the burns and picked at the staples.

“Baby no, don't pick at them, ” you said pulling his hands away.

Was he an asshole? Yeah, yeah, he was. But he always had to get angry before he got sad. He was never taught how to express it. That wasn't any excuse, but he was never violent, and he always always regretted it. So you sat next to him, letting him sob and sob into your chest.

“Please let me make it up to you, ” Dabi begged, leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck, “please I'm so sorry, let me make it all better y/n let me make you feel good, baby, look just stay here let me make it special, ” he said running upstairs.

Ten minutes later, he picked you up, carrying you up the stairs. He set you down, and you looked around. The room smelled like roses and it was warm from the candles that illuminated the room.

“Dabi, ” you whispered, “this, this is perfect, ”

You turned to him as he pulled his shirt over his head, giving you access to his chest and stomach. You ran your hands up and down his chest rubbing over his nipple gently. He groaned.

“No baby, lemme take care of you, ” he said, “I've got wine and everything; let's make a night out of it yeah?”

You grinned, “mmm yeah, red?”

“You know I hate white wine y/n, ” he said, “I want to ask you while youre sober, are you okay with all of this?”

“Yes, ” you kissed him and mumbled against his lips, “I'm very sure, ”

He opened the bottle, “open up, baby girl, ”

You opened your mouth and he held your chin, pouring the wine into your mouth.

“There we go, ” he said, taking a couple of swigs.

You pulled him to the bed, smiling. You drank some more wine together, getting needier.

“Please please please, ” you begged, “please I need it,”

He kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth. It tangled with yours, exploring your mouth as his pants got tighter. Your hands gripped his hair. You pulled harshly, causing him to groan. He pulled you into his lap, moving your crotch over his clothed erection. He moaned into your mouth as he moved your hips. He wasn't the only one moaning as his hands traveled up your shirt.

He groped your tits through your bra, still frantically moving against you. He moved to your back, rubbing slow circles onto it. His fingers were rough and calloused but so gentle, letting his nails graze your back from time to time, making you shiver. They moved up your back until they reached your bra, trying to take it off.

He pulled away, “this stupid fucking thing, can you turn around?”

You turned, “you want to get my shirt while youre at it?”

“Oh I would love to take off your shirt, ” he smirked.

His hands and the soft fabric brushed your stomach as Dabi lifted your shirt. Next, your chest was set free as your bra fell on the bed. Immediately his hands were on you, pinching and rubbing your nipples, still grinding against you. Your moans mixed, nearly harmonizing, and you were only half-naked. He helped you out of your pants, rubbing your clit through your panties.

You moaned, ”n-not fair you don't even have your pants off, ”

He chuckled, “you want my pants off?”

You nodded, reaching for the zipper. He stopped your hand, moving to stand in front of you, pulling his pants down and stepping out of them. You grabbed his bulge through his boxers, causing him to hiss. You could feel it throbbing and decided to show mercy by getting rid of his underwear. It bobbed briefly touching his stomach. You couldn't help but stare, the head was an angry red with precum oozing out of it.

“Are you fucking drooling?” he laughed.

“N-no, ” you said, still staring.

He moved closer, the tip nudging your lips. You opened them enough to wrap around the head and suck gently. You let your tongue press against the tip, licking up and down slowly. He moaned shamelessly.

“No, no, lemme do it, baby f-fuck, ” he groaned as you pulled away.

He laid you down on your back. He got on top of you.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered, “I love you, ” before easing the first part of himself into you.

“I love you too- f-fuck Dabi, oh my god, ” you moaned, throwing your head back.

He grabbed your chin to make you look him in the eyes as he bottomed out inside of you. Your nails dug into his sides as you moaned for him to ‘just please fucking move Dabi.’ and move he did, thrusting in and out of you slowly. He left your faces a centimeter apart, foreheads still pressed together. He let you feel all of him; his piercing dragged over your soft walls, right over that perfect spot. Your back arched and closed the nonexistent space between you.

He sped up, unable to control himself. Your nails raked over his back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, ” he mumbled into your neck.

His thrust became sloppier as the pleasure built up inside of you. It filled you up until it burst, coaxing something close to a scream from you that Dabi muffled with his lips on yours. He left you panting and flushed. Begging him to slow down, but he was too busy chasing his own high as you chanted his name religiously. He cried out as his hips snapped against yours giving you so much pleasure it was nearly painful.

He began to make your favorite sounds. Whimpering and high-pitched whines escaped him. He was so sweet and needy when he was right on the edge, throwing his head back only to press it to yours again. He began to babble about how good it is, so wet, hot, tight, perfect for his cock. He came with a scream like moan as you felt hot liquid fill you. He was left panting and thrusting until he began to soften.

“Apology accepted, ” you whispered.

He chuckled, “thanks babe,”

You pulled him in for a kiss. After you pulled away, he pulled you to his chest. His arms were wrapped around you, covering everything the blanket couldn't, keeping you warm and protected. Dabi kissed your forehead and raked his fingers through your hair scratching your scalp with his nails. You hummed softly, running your fingers over his chest and stomach.

“Night y/n, I love you,”

You smiled and whispered, “i love you too Dabs, ”

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[just-savannah]

I hate life. And you're right I'm so fucked up not a person one is ever gonna give a fuck about me. I do try. But my efforts ain't enough it is what it is. Lost cause baby. Sorry I wasted your time thinking we could be fixed. Maybe you can. I think I was supposed to be at the bottom in this life. With a bright light sometimes. But it's not for me, that light. It's for others and their sense of purpose. In that I guess I have a purpose. Maybe I'm not meant to be loved. Maybe I don't understand but maybe I'm not supposed to. I'll quit tryna figure that one out. It gets me left behind. It gets me too far along. It never gets me where I'm supposed to belong. Chasing a fantasy, chasing things not even real for me yet. I'm too much and I get that and I'm sorry I'm no damm good. I told you you'd see me. Not just in a room , you'd see the ugly I want to beat the fuck out of everyday in me. The ugly I mistreat. The ugly that I don't want that's just inevitably part of me, which is me. Sorry that I couldn't amount up, I thought I had it I thought I had my hands gripped to never let go, but I didn't know holding on to rope that was soaked in gasoline, set on fire before I ever started to hold, would catch up to me.

I'm always left with scars on my hands from hoping suffocating what I grip on won't turn into ashes. Idk why I never figured out that maybe I'm stupid, try something different. Stop touching shit Savannah you're gonna fucking ruin it. Stop insisting that you know a way, or maybe let's try this cuz I think it'll be a successful way, and I am stupid, I kept on failing at the same attempts..

But I think it's because nobody sat down with me long enough to install other ways into my thinking. Nobody knew how to teach me because I'd make ppl lose their patience with my stupid, not understanding this why why that.

Curiosity killed the cat, but persistence because I couldn't let shit go always left my hands feeling too ugly to hold.

My heart is like my eyebrows but no matter what I pull from it it won't go. It's there, just with tiny holes, idek if it bleeds anymore . I just know that when I met you, you shined so bright you lit up the pits that never thought they'd see light and beautiful rays shone through my cracks, my tiny holes, like the sun beating on the cathedral mosaic's. Shining beautiful things into my darker interior, creating beats I'd never known to exist in there.. creating life to something in me that seemed so dead..

I apologize that my emotional state is as deep. I'm sorry that it also created too deep in other aspects that were toxic.

I'm sorry for loving as much because it drowns you. I didn't see I was really holding you down like that.. I guess I was drowning too, not paying attention.. but it's still no excuse I didn't have to pull you under water too, I didn't have to take my pain and try to make you see where I was by shoving so much in your lungs when I always noticed you were hardly breathing.. holding your breath.. needing something to get the weight of me off your chest and I didn't pay attention.

So I guess I'm saying hypothetically when I think I lose everything I love, I may, but I don't let things that I love breathe.. and I should have understood a long time ago that just because my pain and the way I endured shit made me feel like being suffocated was normal .. didn't mean I should scar anyone else the same way, with things unfamiliar or uncomfortable.

I'm sorry for spending more time being afraid to lose you than just loving you for being here.. I just needed you so bad I knew if I let go, you'd run. Run so fast, you'd forget what my ugly hands felt like.. and I knew if that happened you'd never come back .. but I could have been wrong .. maybe youda came, held my scarred up heart and hands anyway.. but I was too afraid of the alternative.. people who brought me darker things than what was already inside of me left me without any sense of explaining, so I thought that if the brightest thing that ever volunteered to crawl inside of me seen all this dark and all this pain.. why would you dare stay? So I suffocated you.. and I lost. And that's only my fault. And for not considering you in so many aspects I am truly sorry. I'm just damaged as fuck, no excuse.. I'm sorry that I chose you to get this close to.. you deserve more stable, more able. You deserve great things . I love you DJ

Something I wrote to my best friend, who's been my person for years and is brighter than any color yellow could try to be..

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[ressyfaerie]

Last suggestion! (I've only saw the dub & not read the manga so pls forgive if I'm wrong with this and they all know) Random headcanon that somehow Kai is the last to know about Tyson's mom passing. Idk but I feel like Kai makes a tasteless comment and the team are like dude we know this? And he's just generally ??? what? He misunderstands and thinks it's recent and speaks to Tyson but he tells him it's been years and years and he's at peace with it. Bonus if awkward hug/attempt at one from Kai 😂 (I also headcanon he's never had a hug so has no idea how to)

AWWW this sounds so cute im doin it. Oh alcohol mentions! It wrote itself but its v cute im proud of this one for sure!!!

Just teenagers being teenagers.

A night in the dojo without adult supervision and nothing to do meant stealing alcohol from the liquor cabinet and singing karaoke.

Ray and Max’s harmonies shattered eardrums.

Tyson laughed, “how can they be high and low pitched at the same time?”

Acting silly and opening up was what tonight was all about.

Even Kai got talkative after a few drinks, you could even say he was acting—

“Irresponsible! Kai get down from there!” Tyson held his sides laughing so hard he thought his lungs would collapse.

Kai hung off the edge of the couch, lounging like a rich prince.

Max hopped up beside him, “what are you doing buddy?”

“I’m a cat.”

The room fell into an uproar of laughs and giggles. Kai fell to the cushions laughing as well.

Tyson took every opportunity to jab questions into Kai.

“Favourite animal?”

“Cats.”

“Favourite food?”

“That ramen you made for us that one time.”

“Favourite dance?”

“Never done it, but I’m a fan of swing.”

“Favourite childhood toy?”

Now he got hung up on that one.

They both laid on the floor, everyone slowly joined. Music from karaoke turned on low escaped the TV surrounding the room in a comforting atmosphere.

“I never really had one.”

“Everyone had one!”

“My parents gave me a stuffed tiger.” Ray grinned while holding a pillow close to his chest, “I lost it though. Man, I loved that thing.”

Max started to talk, then stopped giggling, “I had a piece of silk.”

They laughed, Tyson was the first to respond, “a piece of silk?”

“I called it silky. I was from one of my mom’s old skirts. I would sleep with it every night when she was gone.” He chuckled, “I actually still have it.”

“Where is it?” Ray asked.

“At my dads. I keep it on my nightstand.”

Hilary was sleeping on the couch with her head on Kenny’s lap, Kenny joined the conversation with a hushed voice. “Was it hard? Having a mom that was only half there all the time?”

“Yeah. I always told myself… At least I have a mom. There’s lots of people who aren’t as lucky as me.”

“Yeah…” Kenny trailed off, knowing he had two parents that loved him, and he probably wasn’t welcome in the conversation about to ensue.

“Your Dad’s nice though.” Ray pointed out.

“I love my Dad. My Mom can be a handful…”

“Other way around for me.” Tyson had his arms folded behind his head, “at least you don’t have any crazy siblings.”

“Dude, fuck Hiro.” Kai hiccuped.

“Guess we learned Kai has a low alcohol tolerance.” Max threw a pillow at Kai to catch him off guard.

He caught it in midair.

“Ooohhhh!!” Tyson cooed in awe.

Kai grumbled,” I’m fine. I just hate that guy.”

“Well I never knew my parents thanks for asking.” Ray changed the subject delicately, Kai had a habit of getting aggressive when he talked about Hiro, he didn’t want the conversation to turn sour.

“Why not?” Tyson asked with a drunken lack of compassion.

Ray shrugged, “ it takes a village to raise a child, I guess that’s what happened.”

“Makes sense.” Tyson sat up lazily, “wanna know what my favourite toy was?”

“Hell yeah!” Max somehow had another pillow and was throwing it in the air and catching it over and over again.

“Other than Dragoon, it was this old kendo sword my mom gave me. It was an heirloom. I still have it, but I played with it so much I wore it out, I’m afraid to use it again.”

Surprisingly, it was Kai who responded.

“Wow, your Mom must have put a lot of trust in her kid to give them something like that. She must have loved you a lot.”

The room grew quiet and cold.

Kai turned to look at Tyson, who was just staring back with a blank expression.

“I’m going to go get some water.” Tyson sat up making his way to the kitchen.

As soon as they heard the door slide shut, Max shoved a fist into Kai’s chest.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?!”

“Idiot! Tyson’s Mom died when he was just born! He never even met her! He never talks about it because it's a bit of a touchy subject!”

Max frowned and glared at Kai.

“Sorry.” Kai started, “I never really clued in. I thought she died when he was older.”

Ray slapped a hand to his forehead, “dude, we know this.”

Kai sighed, “I’ll go apologize.”

“Yeah you better!” Max threw the pillow at him, this time Kai let it hit him, accepting his punishment weakly.

“Tyson?”

The kitchen was dimly lit, Tyson was making something at the counter.

“You want some tea Kai?”

“What kind?”

“Just green tea. Nothing special.”

Kai watched him pour the water, unsure how to start, he could still feel the effects of alcohol bouncing around his brain. He waited a moment, hoping to articulate his thoughts appropriately.

“I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay, Kai. It’s been a long time, almost two decades, I mean—you’d think I’d be over it?”

Kai saw his eyes, slightly damp with tears.

“This is a tough subject for you. I’m sorry.”

Tyson rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, letting out a sniffle.

“I’ve always been okay with it. I guess… I’ve never known anything different. I do wish my father and brother were more present though.”

Tyson stared out the window into the darkness of night. He couldn’t see anything, but he still looked, for a long while.

Kai licked his lips before continuing, “I never knew my parents well either. They abandoned me, I have some memories of them, but not much.”

Tyson gave him his attention, and tried to change the subject, “so you would have had a favourite toy then?”

Kai suppressed a laugh, knowing what he was trying to do,” like I said, my memories of that time are fuzzy. I actually remember more of the abbey—surprisingly enough.”

“Oh.” Now Tyson was worried he had overstepped.

“Do you remember what your Mom looked like?” Kai wasn’t sure why he was pressing the subject, he normally wouldn’t.

Tyson blinked a few times, surprised by Kai’s sudden curiosity. “Um, apparently I have her hair, and her eyes. Her face was soft too, so I guess I got all my Mom’s features.”

Tyson rubbed the back of his head grinning.

Kai agreed, “thank god.”

Tyson let out a fast laugh, “ha! Did you just call my Dad ugly?”

Kai squinted his eyes, “I guess I did?”

They fell into probably the hundredth laugh attack of that night, Tyson placed his hand on Kai’s shoulder stabilizing himself.

Their laughs drifted away, Kai glanced at Tyson’s hand, then at his best friend.

“I’m sorry you never knew your mother.”

Tyson was caught off guard at Kai’s soft voice.

“I’m sorry you never really knew yours…” Tyson returned the sympathy.

Kai grinned, and bit his lip, “I’m sorry your Dad’s so ugly.”

“Ha!”

The uncontrollable giggles had Tyson holding his side, and Kai hunched over. They were so close to each other now. Tyson’s hand had drifted to Kai’s neck, he could feel his warm skin and heartbeat. Kai had gone completely against his character, and was holding Tyson’s stomach trying to prevent him from keeling over.

Then Tyson fell forward, letting his chin prop on Kai’s shoulder.

Kai was halfway to hugging him.

When he realized this, he stopped giggling, and Tyson’s irregular breathing was the only remnant of laughter left in the room.

Kai’s voice barely reached Tyson’s ear, “I’ve never hugged anyone before.”

“First.” Tyson wrapped his arms around Kai’s shoulders.

Kai held his arms out loosely, “what are you, a youtube comment?”

Short laughs, Kai felt Tyson’s chest rumble with each chuckle, he let his hands fall into Tyson’s body.

He had his arms wrapped around Tyson’ abdomen, then curled them along his back, completely unsure if what he was doing was right.

Tyson’s voice reverberated through Kai’s ears, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“What does it sound like?”

“Fast.”

They didn’t say anything.

Kai felt Tyson’s long hair against his cheek, he had never felt such soft hair, let alone so close… He breathed in.

“You smell like cedarwood and cherry blossom.”

“It’s my shampoo.”

Neither one of them had the confidence to break apart, or maybe... they didn’t want to.

Kai found his hand gliding up Tyson's spine, he felt Tyson shiver slightly at the touch. He gently played with the ends of Tyson’s blue hair, feeling it twirl through his fingers like silk.

“Are you… are you playing with my hair?” Tyson’s voice rang in disbelief.

Kai’s eyes grew wide when he noticed what he was doing. He pushed himself away, keeping one hand on Tyson’s side, he didn’t want to let go completely, out of fear he could never go back.

Tyson was in a mirror position with one hand on his shoulder.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Tyson smirked.

“You better not.”

“You can play with my hair whenever you want.”

“Can I!?” Kai took a step back after he realized how excited his voice was.

“Learn how to tie a braid and then we can talk.” Tyson pushed the envelope with his teasing.

“I’ll google it right now.”

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[stormcrawler75]

Hey Storm! If it sparks inspiration, the prompt "I’m all for characters at their worst, but can we talk about Character A walking in on Character B wearing their sweater, eyes glassy and nose red." Just screams Analogical to me, idk about you. (Also how convenient that you reblogged a sickfic prompt list while I'm sick. 😂)

I hope you feel better, Athena!

Okay, fair warning. Patton is not shown in the best light here. After the last video, I just got some vibes from him that had me a little on edge and that is reflected here. 

Logan rubbed his eyes tiredly as he walked to his room. It had been a really long day for him. The time he had put away passion project had been interrupted by Patton needing help in the Subconscious. It had been long and tedious work going through the Subconscious looking for problems that may affect Thomas in the future. That and being around Patton recently made Logan a little tense for reasons that he couldn’t pinpoint. 

Logan shook his head and sighed. No time to think about that now. He had to get back into his work and try and work out a new version of the planner. Perhaps if he put a little more free time into it than it might work this time. He opened up the room and stopped in the doorway. “Virgil?”

Virgil was sitting in the middle of his bed with Logan’s larger NASA sweater on.  His eyes were a little glassy, though that may have been because of the tears burning in them, and his nose was bright red. “Hey,” he mumbled, hugging himself. He ducked his head and pulled on his sweater. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Logan cocked his head and closed the door behind him. “You’re sick,” he observed. “You usually go to Patton for when you’re sick.” 

Virgil’s eyes flicked to the door and he tensed a little at Patton’s name, something that Logan took immediate notice of. So, he wasn’t the only one feeling off about Patton lately. Interesting. “You’ve noticed it too,” he said softly. Virgil’s shoulders tensed even more and Logan was quick to reassure him, “Patton cannot hear us in here. This is my room, I make the rules.”

“Good,” Virgil muttered. “I, I have something to tell you. Something I’ve been hiding.”

“First thing’s first,” Logan said, deciding to focus on Virgil’s health first and whatever the Anxious Side was hiding second. He summoned a glass of orange juice and a box of tissues. He sat across from Virgil on the bed and set the box of tissues between them, passing Virgil the juice. “Drink this and then we can talk.”

Virgil gulped down the orange juice, gripping the glass tightly. He finished it quickly and traced the rim of the glass. “You asked why I didn’t go to Patton,” he said. “Because I knew that if I went to Patton about me being sick, I might say something about what I’ve been hiding. You know how I can get when I’m like this.”

Logan nodded solemnly. Virgil tended to overshare when he was sick. “If you’d like, we can continue this discussion when you’re better. So discussion this is fully consensual on both sides.”

But Virgil shook his head. “I’ve been sick since the video,” he muttered. “It was a lot worse. S’why I stayed in my room for so long. But, I’m feeling better now. I’ve been thinking about this and I’m tired of hiding it. I’m,” he rubbed at his eyes. “I’m scared,” he confessed. “I’m so scared. Deceit knows what I’m hiding at he’s trying to get me to admit it but if Patton finds out then,” he shook his head. “I don’t know. I just know that everything’s black and white now and lying is wrong.”

Logan set a hand on Virgil’s knee. “I always felt that that was an oversimplification,” he said carefully. “Lying can certainly be wrong in certain situations. But, there are some times when I believe that lying is understandable. Something that I understand,“ he glanced back to the door anxiously, “that is not the best opinion to have right now, especially with Deceit popping up more often.” He squeezed Virgil’s knee. “Tell me what you’re hiding, Virgil. I won’t tell anyone.”

“You will,” Virgil mumbled and then sneezed. Logan silently passed him a tissue and waited patiently for Virgil to blow his nose. “It’s big,” Virgil admitted. “What I’m hiding, I should have told you but I was so scared.” He paused, swallowed, and then blurted out, “I’m a Dark Side.”

Logan blinked and let the information sink in. Hmm, well, that certainly was a surprise. Though, perhaps not. Virgil kept information about himself close to his chest and him being a Dark Side would certainly be included in that category. 

Virgil continued, hands shaking from where they were wrapped around the now empty glass, “And that’s what Deceit’s trying to get me to come clean about. He’s, he’s an ass but he doesn’t like it when people try and lie to themselves. Which is what I’m doing. I was trying to pretend that I’m a Light Side when I’m not” He took a deep and shaky breath. “I was lying to the rest of you too. I’m sorry.”

There was a pause that Logan took to organize his thoughts before he said, “It makes sense that you’re a Dark Side.”

Virgil glanced up at him through his bangs. “Yeah?” He sounded like a scared child caught in a lie.

“Yes,” Logan said matter of factly. “The jobs of all Dark Sides are rooted in self-preservation. Anxiety is also rooted in self-preservation. It just makes sense.” He gently takes the glass from Virgil’s hands, sets it on the ground, and then takes both of Virgil’s hands. “Thank you for telling me this, Virgil. And, my promise stays the same. I will not say a word of this to anyone before you are ready for the others to know.”

Virgil’s eyes were wide with awe and nervousness. “But then we’d both be lying. Right? Lie of omission?”

“Like I said,” Logan said with a soft smile, “there are times where lying is understandable. And, with the tension that is currently in the Mindscape and Patton being very,” he let loose a breath, “adamant about what is right and what is wrong, I believe that this is one of those times.”

The two of them shared a quiet moment of silence where they just smiled at each other. And then the moment was broken by Virgil doubled over in a coughing fit. Logan slipped out of the bed and grabbed a blanket from his closet and spread it over Virgil’s shoulders, pushing him down on the bed.

“Now,” Logan said firmly, “you are going to rest. You’re still sick and denying that will do nothing in the long run. Stay here, I’m going to go and grab a bowl of soup for you and some more orange juice. Sleep, if you can.”

Virgil nodded and curled in on himself. “Okay,” he whispered. He sounded a lot lighter than he had at the beginning of the conversation and Logan wondered just how heavy that hidden information had felt to the Anxious Side. “Thank you.”

They both knew that Virgil was thanking Logan for much more than the soup.

Logan gave Virgil a smile and ran his fingers through Virgil’s bangs. “Anytime.”

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