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reiderwriter · 11 days

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hii I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering if you could write a one shot with gun kink? maybe not really something *aggressive* but just gun kink in the plot !! and please smut with no angst, also maybe aftercare in the end? it's totally okay if you're not comfortable. im loving your kinktober one shots! have a good day :)

A/N: This being one of like... three gun kink requests I've received, we are all not seeing the pearly gates lmao. If you enjoy reading this, even 50% of how much I enjoyed writing it, then I'm happy 😚

Warnings: Undercover FBI Agent reader, gun kink, interrogation room sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, some BDSM themes, Spencer has to 'rough up' the reader etc.

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Being rough-housed by a group of FBI agents and pushed against a wall before being handcuffed was never your idea of a fun Tuesday night. It wasn't exactly high on the list for any night of the week, really, but here you were.

“Caitlyn Grant? You're under arrest for being an accessory to a felony and evading law enforcement, whatever you say…” You drowned out the rest of the statement. It was nothing you didn't have memorized.

“You're not the usual drug crew, and you don't look sturdy enough to be on most of the other teams either. What part of the Bureau are you in?” You asked the lanky man currently pinning you to the wall as he made sure your handcuffs were aptly tight.

“You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one-”

“I waive my rights. It's not human trafficking. You wouldn't be working this case if you were human trafficking.”

The man just stared at you in vague disapproval as you grinned back at him. His closeness meant you could see every detail of his face up close, the five o'clock shadow, the dark circles from lack of sleep. On most of the agents you'd encountered, it had the effect of making them look older, a little haggard, and depressed. On this man, it was honestly very hot.

He started your pat down by spreading your legs, though honestly, if he'd asked nicely enough, you'd have done just that for him. You near enough told him just that as he reached the two pockets on the ass of your jeans.

“Watch it, Agent, my bite is worse than my bark.”

“Turn around.”

You pouted at his solid resolve, wondering what it would take to get the man to crack a smile or even a frown. Something that wasn't just disinterest slapped on a face and called a day.

You did as he asked, making sure your body pressed nicely up against his the entire way until your shoulders were resting on the wall and he was feeling along your waist.

“Come on, what kind of weapon are you going to find there?”

“Standard protocol, please let me do my job.”

“Standard protocol is calling one of your female agents over here to maintain the boundary, Agent. This feels more like you're just trying to cop a feel.”

Those words finally got a reaction. The subtle clench of the jaw as his hands tightened slightly on your waist had you suddenly regretting your decision to be put in handcuffs. Your hands should've been free to tuck the stray lock of hair that had fallen in his eyes behind his ear, free so your fingernails could trace a path down his face and neck and chest.

His gaze landed on the simple silver chain you wore around your list and he delicately pulled it out of your shirt, careful not to touch you (and avoiding you even as you arched your back into him).

With a quick tug, he pulled the necklace clean off your neck, not pausing to bother with the clasp at all.

“Clever boy. I'll see you in the interrogation room, shall I?” He said nothing as the female agents you'd mentioned earlier stationed themselves on either side of you as you walked away. You didn't break eye contact until the doors to the police van closed behind you.

Six months undercover on a case, and this was the first time you'd stepped foot in a police precinct since you'd ditched your real name and life.

The interrogation rooms hadn't changed in that time, at least, still grey and depressing. Time felt void as you waited for company, and thankfully, you weren't waiting long.

“Agent Y/N, sorry about the arrest, we wanted to make it look as real as possible while pulling you out.” The woman who greeted you obviously held the authority, and while you wanted to respect that, the sight of the man trailing behind her actually caught her full attention.

“Pleasure to meet you….?” You let the question hang open for both of them but kept your gaze fully focused on the man, who stood himself next to the door, keeping surprisingly quiet.

“I'm Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, this is Doctor Spencer Reid, we're from the-”

“Behavioural Analysis Unit, of course. I was close, you know, earlier. A face like yours wouldn't last five minutes in cartel land. I almost guessed cyber, but you looked a bit too bookish. Doctor Reid, hmm.”

“This interview is taking place with Agent Prentiss. Please direct all your questions to her.”

“Oh shit, sorry, where are my manners. I didn't mean to disrespect you like that, Agent Prentiss. It's just been a long few months.”

The other woman just chuckled and shook her head, leafing through some documents to pass you over the information on the case they needed assistance on.

“We think there's a serial killer in the drug ring you infiltrated,” the woman explained, passing over the files with the case details. You took a moment's breath before opening to the crime scene photos, steeling yourself for what you might encounter.

“There are probably a lot of serials in the organization. It's a drug ring. What makes this one worse?” You said, just as you flipped the file open and answered your own question.

“Shit- Okay, that's what makes this one worse. He can't be more than 15, right?”

The answering grimace on the two agents' faces suggested you'd been generous in your estimate. “Okay, how can I help?”

xxxxx

A few hours passed in the interrogation room, and you'd walked them through all of your up to date information on your case and cover. The chair wasn't exactly comfortable, but you were glad to be finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. The interview was ending, and you could see an end to your undercover work swiftly following too with the BAU's assistance.

You weren't looking forward to having to acclimatize back into the real world. You'd gone from pushing papers at a desk 9 hours a day to rubbing shoulders with drug dealers and junkies, a lot of whom were kids, young people like you who had no other options than the streets and crime.

You made a mental note to give a few warnings to the younger kids on the streets to stay alert and then started getting back into character.

“Thanks again for your help, Agent. We appreciate your time.” Prentiss nodded at you as she gathered the folders, getting ready to leave.

Spencer Reid stood, too, stretching himself out as he rose from the chair, giving you quite the show as your eyes dragged from his face, down his chest and down further still as you appreciated the view.

The last few hours had been strictly professional, and you'd enjoyed bouncing ideas off of him, running through theories. Now, trying to get back into your ‘lusty barmaid’ persona, you thought instead about how much you'd like to bounce on him yourself, possibly while running your hands through his hair.

A girl could dream.

“Hold on a second, I'm still in cover, I can't go back out there looking this pristine, it's too suspicious,” you said, the two agents turning back to you curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“Someone needs to throw me around a little. Rough housing, you know, a few bruises will do it.”

Prentiss looked at you, caught halfway between impressed and amused. The good Doctor however seemed to darken slightly, covering his shock with a tensed jaw.

“She's all yours, Spencer,” Wmily winked at the man, turning the door handle and beginning her exit.

“What? Why?”

“I don't hit women.”

“And I do? Emily, wha-”

But the door to the interrogation room has already closed with a small cackle, and you're already being drawn closer to the man like a moth to a flame.

Turning to face you, you see the shock of the situation on his face before he looks away in a flash, refusing to meet your eyes as he keeps himself close to the door.

“Doctor Reid, I'm not actually a criminal, you know?”

“I thought you wanted one of us to treat you like a criminal now.”

“You make a good point, shall we begin?”

He signed and rubbed his temples as you advanced, letting you get a little bit closer before holding his hands up in surrender.

“Wait, wait, tell me first, what should we be doing?”

You took a deep breath and expelled it, then took the time to think about it.

You would need some visible marks of the FBI's unkindness - wrists red, a bruise or two on your knees, maybe, from falling. The problem was, you couldn't think about how to get the marks without driving yourself insane.

There was a quick and easy way to get tender knees, an even easier way to mark up your neck and chest, but you couldn't figure out how to ask Spencer Reid to do those things without spreading your legs and letting him do whatever he wanted. You weren't sure you wouldn't do that eventually, anyway.

“Let's start with my wrists. You were too generous with the handcuffs earlier - just grab them really tight, pin me against the wall if it helps.”

He nodded and took a hesitant step towards you, thinking for a second, before grabbing one wrist and spinning you around. Before you could even process the action, he had you pinned, chest against the wall, arms above your head.

“Is that okay?” He asked, his grip tight but not bruising yet.

“A little tighter, I want the marks to last a while. Why is my face against the wall?”

He gripped tighter, the pain sending a jolt through your wrists that trailed all the way down to pool between your thighs.

“I thought you'd be less uncomfortable like this.”

“With your dick pushed up against my ass? Yes, Doctor, great decision.”

He let out a cold, quick laugh, leaving you flushed as he pushed your upper body into the wall, too, finally getting to the grip strength he needed to get attention.

“I'm sorry to disappoint, Y/N, but that's my gun,” the words whispered in your ear were the last straw as you shuddered in his grasp, his hands releasing your wrists as he stepped back a little.

You shook out your hands a little, trying to momentarily relive the stiffness in your joints.

He took a few paces to the desk and upholstered his weapon, placing it on the desk before joining you again.

“So you don't get confused again,” he explained at seeing your raised eyebrow.

“Oh so next time, it will be your dick?” You whispered, moving back to the desk and sitting yourself on the edge or it, picking up the gun and studying it for a few minutes.

“Y/N, put it down.”

“Ooh, possessive, are we?” You giggled, aiming it at him for a second before grabbing it by the barrel and holding it back out for him to grab.

“Hold it, point it at me or whatever. Maybe it'll help you rough me up.”

His brow furrowed, but he grabbed it anyway, not immediately slipping it into the holster as he stepped forward.

“What now?” He asked, and you shrugged.

“Whatever feels natural. And looks visible, I guess.”

It took him a few minutes to decide, surveying your body like it was a puzzle. Professionally, of course. You were about to speak up and urge him to get on with it when his hand shot out and wrapped around your throat.

You tried to gasp, but the grip was firm, and boy, was it driving you crazy. Your legs had naturally parted as you sat yourself on the edge of the desk, and he walked into that space now, his free hand still holding the gun.

Your body pushed forward into his, suddenly awash with arousal as your chest heaved with tiny breaths, lungs burning.

“Are you enjoying this, Y/N? Or is it Caitlyn Grant that's enjoying this?”

You felt the gun touch your thigh gently, and you moaned, just as he softened his grip on your throat.

“Answer me, please. This is an interrogation room, after all.”

You met his eyes, checking to see how far he would take this, how far you could push back.

“I'll admit, I'm not against mixing pain and pleasure.”

His gaze flicked down, slowly pushing his gun up the skin of your thigh, raising your skirt with the barrel to catch a quick glimpse of your panties.

“I can tell.”

If it weren't for his grip on you, you'd have lunged for him right then and there. The cool metal against your thigh had you shuddering against him, growing wetter by the minute.

“I read somewhere once that we can't pretend to be someone else without actually becoming them in some small way. You've been a cartel whore for six months, I wonder if this is a lasting effect.”

He was so close now all he needed to do to close the gap was change the angle of his head, but he kept you in place with that gun, pointing up from your pussy, flush against your stomach.

“I'll tell you a secret - the part of me that's aroused right now definitely predates this cover.”

His lips drop to yours, tongue clashing with yours furiously as he grabs the back of your head to angle you better.

Letting his hand drop back to your thigh, he gently coaxed you further open, skirt riding up. Putting down the gym momentarily, he pressed a wandering finger against your pantie-clad pussy, feeling your arousal before he used it to coat his fingers.

A second later and the offending pair of underwear lay discarded on the floor.

“Fuck, Spencer,” you said, gasping for breath as he again picked up the gun.

“You wanted this so badly, didn't you? You've been needing someone to treat you like this for months now. It didn't even have to be me.”

He traced circles on your thigh with the gun, and you twitched, years of training not letting you relax around the weapon and months of sexual frustration, making you desperate for something to touch you.

“Yes, yes, please touch me.”

The hand at your throat slid down to your chest and pushed gently urging you to lie back and let him do whatever he wanted with you. The desk was cold - metal biting at your bare skin - and it only sent more shivers down your spine as he lowered himself to his knees and parted your legs for his tongue.

The first touch was heaven, a state of bliss you'd been without in what felt like forever. His tongue danced across your folds as he tasted every inch of your exposed cunt, grip still strong on the gun pointed now to your chest, pinning you between the machine and the table.

You tried to be as still as possible, to take the pleasure he gave calmly, but you couldn't. You writhed, moaned, chest heaving as you tried to hold off the first orgasm you'd achieved with someone else in probably a year.

Like a man on a mission, Spencer Reid did not care. He gladly suffocated between your thighs as you squeezed them together, wrapping them around his head so you could keep feeling the insurmountable pleasure of his tongue on your pussy.

“Spencer…Spencer, fuck-” you said as he finally pried your legs apart, lifting them just slightly so his tongue could reach further inside of you, curling with each wave of passion. Your hands fisted his hair, desperate for something to ground you to the moment as your pleasure spilt out of you, orgasm jolting through you in tiny sparks of pleasure.

The gun moved first, coming level with your chest as you untangled your fingers from his hair. Spencer stood, wiping his face with the back of his hand as he kept the gun on you.

“I think this turns you on even more. You've been ruined by this cover, Y/N, you're so used to being in danger that you can't even get off without someone threatening you.”

You attempted to scoff, to brush off his words somehow, but his hand was suddenly back around your throat, picking you up off the desk and pulling you instead towards the room's one-way window.

“Look at yourself,” he said, again twisting you around so you were pressed into the wall, wrists above your hair, raising your shirt to expose the cold skin underneath. He ran the barrel across the fresh skin, leaving a field of goosebumps along his path.

“I don't think it would've mattered who came in to rough you up. I think you'd just as happily have convinced Emily to fuck your little pussy raw, right Y/N? As long as there was a gun…”

Your moan was the only response as he used the weapon to spread your legs. You naturally arched your back and kept your hands in place as he holstered the weapon momentarily to unzip his pants and let his cock free.

You couldn't see it, but you saw his reflection in the mirror as he slowly stretched you out with it, mouth dropping in a lustful ‘o’ as he fed his dick to you, hard and thick.

As soon as it was in, the gun came back out, this time to rest against your temple.

“Get yourself off,” his voice was so low it was practically a growl. “Use my cock, and pleasure yourself.”

Your body listened immediately, beginning to move back and forth on his cock as he held himself in place. His moans and groans were all the encouragements you needed, the gun at your temple was just made the pleasure more profound as you approached your release.

But he kept you pinned to the glass, your full range of motion limited, and you whimpered in frustration that you couldn't feel every inch of him.

“If you need something, use your words, Agent.”

“More, need more, please..please,” you gasped, breathing ragged.

The hands at your wrists released, and he fisted a hand into the flesh at your hip, your wrists resting on the glass next to your face as he took over your thrusting.

“Can't even do this anymore, what a spoiled little whore,” he said as his hips began snapping into you, reaching that spot deep inside you as you drooled against the glass, wondering if anyone had just happened to step into that room and what they must think about you.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my cock,” he said it, and entranced, your body did just that, your orgasm taking the last breath of strength you had as he too plunged himself deeper and stilled there, his cum coating your walls.

Neither of you moved for an eternity, but the first sign of clarity returning was the careful return of the gun to the holster.

Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, Spencer minimized the mess you made together, cleaning you up as he slipped out of you. Discarding it momentarily on the floor, he pulled your clothes back into position and led you back over to the chairs. Just as he moved to sit you down, though, you turned and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.

His arms hung suspended for a minute or two before he let them rest on your back, stroking your hair.

“Sorry, it's been… it's been lonely, and I didn't realize how hard it had been until-”

“It's okay. Take your time,” he said, sitting down in the chair and letting you curl up in his lap, burying your head in his neck

“We’ll catch this guy, and then you're out, okay Y/N? We'll come back and get you out soon.”

Lifting your eyes to his, you nodded, pressing your lips to his with a smile as you again worked yourself back into character, regaining your earlier composure and lifting yourself from the man's too comfortable arms.

“Well, Spencer, what do you say we get me back into panties and handcuffs and cut Caitlyn Grant loose?”

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wife-of-all-dilfs · 4 months

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lionfish, seahorses, and dolphins, oh my! | f. odair

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anon's request: noo bc i've been thinking about this for a while (all the time) imagine the reader from district 8 who's with finnick always sewing random fish patterns into his clothes or any cloth-related items bc of his district!!!

warnings: just some cutesy fluff, very very mild suggestive themes

notes: i couldn't not write this request it's so cute. very rushed because i've got another fic in the works ;) stay tuned my beautiful readers <3

word count: 800

Finnick would always invite girlfriend!reader to District Four because this man has major attachment issues, so you practically live at his house and are both attached to the hip. And one day he would find this little lionfish embroidered onto the cuff of his favourite sweater, which oddly resembles the colour of his hair.

His first instinct would be to call out to you. "Sweetheart?"

And you would respond with a "Hm?" from another room in the house, sneakily sewing something onto another item of his clothing. He would be curiously inspecting the little creature that had taken up residence on his shirt as he padded through the house to your whereabouts.

Just as he entered the room you were in, he would begin, "Why is there a—"

He'd cut himself short as he looked up and saw you sitting comfortably in a lounge chair, legs tucked beneath your body, a soft, knitted blanket draped over your lap, and a sewing kit lying on the side table. In your hands were a pair of his pants.

One of his eyebrows raised. "You've got my pants."

You looked up to find him standing in the doorway. "I do," you replied.

He took a step closer. "And you're sewing them."

"I am."

Another step. "And there's a fish sewed onto my sweater..."

You simply smiled at him—an adorable proud little smile. God, you looked so cute he genuinely felt to urge to lean down and pinch your cheeks between his fingers, but then he remembered he was your boyfriend, not your grandmother.

"Not that I'm not in absolute awe of your sewing abilities but—" He chuckled, shaking his head— "why?"

You shrugged, piercing a sewing needle through the waistband of the pants in your lap. "You're from District Four; fishes are kind of your thing, are they not? Plus, it's pretty," you said, then your voice lowered to a soft murmur. "Like you."

His stomach fluttered and he almost giggled like a little girl at your words. Once he got close enough, he kneeled beside the chair you were sitting in, watching as your delicate fingers manoeuvred the needle and yarn into the outline of a seahorse. He smiled to himself.

"Do you think I should start weaving clothes for you? Considering your district's all about making clothes and stuff," he said with a smirk.

"Like a dress made out of netting? It wouldn't leave much to the imagination."

"You won't hear this mouth complaining," Finnick said, the image of you walking around the house clad in a black net dress overcoming his mind.

Your cheeks warmed with a horrible blush and you decided to focus your attention entirely on the seahorse in the effort to overcome the sudden lewd thoughts involving his mouth.

Finnick continued watching in amazement as you managed to turn a few colours of yarn into a beautiful seahorse on the waistband of his pants. He wondered how many other pieces of clothing of his you had managed to infiltrate with various sea creatures. When his eyes caught on a bright blob of colour on the underside of the shirt sleeve he was wearing, he smiled, knowing he had gotten his answer.

His gaze flickered back to you, observing the look of concentration on your face as you sewed—the gentle crinkle of your furrowed brows, the subtle curl of your lips, and every now and then, the small twitch of your nose like that of a bunny, the pink of your blush adding to the image.

He couldn't help but prop his folded arms on the arm of the chair, chin resting on his forearms as he shamelessly and blatantly admired the changes in your facial expressions. He noticed as your eyes began to occasionally flicker toward him, your attention increasingly beginning to drift.

A few minutes later, you exhaled a heavy sigh. "You're so distracting."

"You're so adorable," he replied almost dreamily.

There it was again. The humiliating pink flush of your cheeks.

He grinned, humming a quiet laugh as he rose to his feet to plant a kiss on the top of your head.

"Can I make one request?" he asked.

"Perhaps."

His eyes fell to the lionfish on the shirt in his hands, eyes sparkling with child-like joy. "Sew some of these onto your own clothes so we can match."

A wide smile stretched across your lips.

Within the next week, you and Finnick were a giggling mess, sporting matching sweatshirts embroidered with big blue dolphins, each one's blowhole featuring a small red heart just above.

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aphroditelovesu · 2 years

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If you do miraculous ladybug I would like to please request yandere adrien/cat noir head canons!!! Thank you ^W^

"Even if everyone leaves you, I will always stay by your side." - Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir.

❝ 🐞 — lady l: Hey! A little time without seeing each other, huh? I've been pretty busy these last few days dealing with personal issues so I haven't had the time and I didn't want to write or post anything, but I'm back. Anyway, I hope you like these hc's for yandere Adrien/Cat Noir. 😉

❝tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation, overprotection, inferiority complex, suicide, mention of kidnapping and implied murder.

❝🐞pairing: yandere!adrien agreste/cat noir x gender neutral!reader.

Adrien Agreste is your servant, your obedient and loyal boyfriend, your best friend and no one else loves you like he does. That boy would do anything for you, absolutely anything.

He is very shy and awkward around his obsession, Adrien would be even more closed off about his feelings than he normally is. He doesn't want you to hate him, for you to find him disgusting, for you to walk away from him.

He's the kind of guy who prefers to watch his sweetheart from a distance so he doesn't risk being rejected, so he's more than satisfied just being your one and only best friend. Just the two of you, as it should be.

Adrien is very impulsive, he acts by emotion and not by reason, if someone is taking too much of your time he should and will act quickly to change that. He wouldn't be so direct as to threaten someone, but he would be subtle, manipulating you to get away from them and if that doesn't work then maybe they'll get a visit from Cat Noir.

He will do anything and everything for you, you are his princess/prince so you don't have to bother lifting a single finger because he, like a good boyfriend/friend, will do whatever you want. He'd be more than happy if you asked him to help you get ready, Adrien doesn't miss a single opportunity to stick close to you.

Adrien is extremely overprotective of you, if you are a Miraculous wielder he will try to get you to give up on and if he fails to do that, in a fight he would never leave your side. He can't and won't risk you being harmed by a villain or even Hawk Moth. Speaking of which, if any of these villains managed to crack a finger on you, Adrien, more precisely Cat Noir, would get rid of them once and for all and in a more definitive way.

Jealousy? No, Adrien is not jealous, he is possessive. Agreste is jealous of anyone or anything that has your attention no one but him should get your precious attention, no one but him can hear your beautiful voice and see your pretty face, hey, he's a famous model, a beloved superhero and your best friend, is that not enough for you? Is he not enough for you?

Adrien is friendly, empathetic and generous to everyone and those traits will always carry on, that's who he is, but if you asked him he'd put aside all his friends, even Ladybug, hell, he'd go so far as to disobey his father for you. He is your biggest support, whatever you want to do or have planned, you can be sure he will be there for you. Always.

Adrien has a desperation to be loved, he desperately wants to receive his father's approval and love, but since he doesn't, it's you he seeks love and approval from. He's very reckless and he doesn't mind getting hurt in his superhero duty or as a civilian, if that's the price he must pay to get what he so craves so much, so be it.

He is very insecure, Adrien always needs confirmation that he is the person you love and care about the most, if not, he gets paranoid and can get to the point of getting hurt and asking you questions like ''Why don't you love me?'', ''I… I'll do anything! Please, Y/N, don't leave me!''. Adrien would go to extreme lengths for his sweetheart, you are the only person important to him, if you left him, he would not try to hurt you, no, he would kidnap you and, after realizing what he had done, he would kill himself. Adrien can't bear the thought of being taken away from you, so if he can't be with you in life then that he will meet you in death or another life. Either way, you two will meet again.

He's a walking danger to himself and others, but not to you, and the fact that he possesses the Miraculous of Destruction doesn't get anyone excited. Although he is very honorable and kind, Adrien will not hesitate to use a miraculous for a selfish reason for you. He will destroy the whole world just for you if you ask him, so it would be perfect, wouldn't it? Only the two of you would be left, the only people that really matter.

In general, Adrien is a safe enough yandere to be trapped, he would never hurt you and would do anything for you. But as I said before, he only loves and values you and your opinion, Adrien would get rid of his friends and his father if they tried to stop him from being with you, no one who tries to keep him away from his obsession can be good and he swore to rid the world of bad people. He will make the world a better place just for you, all the bad people will be eliminated and no one can stand between you. Perhaps he ends up destroying himself in the process, maybe even becoming Cat Blanc, but none of that matters to him and only the fact that you are safe and with him. Only with him until the end of yours lives.

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raggaraddy · 2 years

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The Devil's Pet

6: Unveiling a Monster

Master Taehyung x reader. Submissive Jimin.

Summary: Taehyung said there would be no repercussions for the way you behaved at the party, but that rule only applied to you, not Jimin.

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, D/s themes, smut, restraint, punishment, forced erotic stimulation, orgasm denial, spanking, caning, abuse.

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It was like sleeping on a marshmallow. You haven't slept that well the entire time you have been here.

At exactly 8:00 am Jimin came in with a tray of breakfast. However, because of the party the night before, you didn't fall asleep until 3:00 am and were woken up by Taehyung at 7-ish, so 8 was far too early to be thinking about food.

Now at around 2:00 pm, it's a much more comfortable time to be woken by the abrupt opening of curtains and the sudden intrusion of daylight.

"Miss, I am sorry. But Master Kim is awake and I do not think it is wise to be sleeping while he is about." He re-hands you the cloche serving tray full of hot food. He must have remade them. Unless this is a magic cloche that keeps food warm for 6 hours. But most likely this servile boy went out of his way to make new food for you after the first batch went untouched.

"No, it's fine. It feels strange to sleep till such a time anyway. Namjoon would definitely have fired me if I showed up to work at 2 in the afternoon." You say. With a subtle smile, Jimin is trying to remain engaged in the conversation but he's kind of socially awkward. He can be forgiven though. Having your entire life focused around attending to a Masters's needs would make anyone confused about normal social behaviour.

"Will that be all, Miss?" He asks barely above a squeak.

"Ah, so-um," You're trying to think of something to make this conversation flow. A week in and you still know nothing about this flower child. "Yeah. Um-so, how old are you?" You swing your feet over the edge of the bed, with a satisfying crunch of toast as you stuff your mouth.

"I am 26 Miss."

"Wow. I could have sworn you were younger. You look heaps younger." You nod fervently trying to draw him in. But all you get is a blank, confused expression and a small nod back. Think. You click your tongue, "Ah, so how long have you worked here?" Another inspired spontaneously constructed question. You are determined to get him to converse. You are used to interacting with lively, vivacious people and seeing as everyone you have contact with at the moment are; one timorous boy and one egotistical narcissist, you'll have to work with what you're given.

"M-Miss, I have chores to attend to." He says looking back to the door longingly.

"Oh. Oh yeah, no worries. I get it." You rush awkwardly. He bows, his eyes revealing relief. "Just one last question. Do you-do you like working for Taehyung?"

A small genuine smile peaks onto his face. "Yes. Master Kim is caring and kind. I very much appreciate being able to serve him."

You can accept his declaration as honest, but you just don't understand it.

If Jimin is being truthful, which he very much seems to be, then that means there are multiple sides to Kim Taehyung. So far though, you have only seen the rude, arrogant, manipulative side of him. You wouldn't even think to attach the words caring or kind to such a man and you don't know how Jimin can. Not after the number of injuries you have seen on him in only 8 days.

*******

"Where did you put my clothes?" Fresh from a shower, you ask after your very meagre belongings. Looking through the walk-in closet doors the space is empty. In place of Jimin's reply, Taehyung interrupts instead.

"I ordered them thrown out." He says steadily. His sudden deep timbre catches you off guard.

"What? Why?!" You bluster in response, spinning around and are further startled by a shirtless Elite in sweatpants.

"They were abhorrent. You will be provided new clothing once you are more tamed." He sounds almost proud of himself.

His words replay in your head as you have to force yourself to shift your fixation from his chest to his face, feeling your mouth getting dry. It takes a few seconds for you to process what he has said, but as the realization of what he said dawns on you, you become riddled with irritation.

"Are you kidding me?" You scowl, shaking your head. "You must have been wasted last night cause for a moment there you actually seemed human. But you're still just as much of an asshole as I thought you were."

Jimin holds his hand out for you mid-sentence, offering to accept your towel. Your wild, aggressive movements as you flick it into his arms almost feels like punctuation to your irritated chiding.

Ugh, caring and kind my ass. Jimin must have been brainwashed.

"Come here pet." Taehyung's smirk grows from subtle to prominent, looking like one and the same with all of the conceited jerks from last night. Pointing to the space at his feet he calls you to it like a dog.

Your face skews in detest and you shake your head to replace the word no, feeling it almost slipping free in frustration. "You got rid of all my clothes without even asking me. You can come here!" You scoff, pointing at your feet. Annoyingly it doesn't claw any reaction from him.

While you understand they were only clothes they were literally the last things in the entire world that you owned and he threw them out without a care or thought. What happens when you are finally able to leave? You'll have nothing.

"Come here." He enunciates.

Gritting your teeth you have to stop yourself from outright screaming, "Do you even care that you threw away everything I own?"

"Last warning pet, here. Now." He snaps his fingers, signalling again to the space under him. His arrogance making your blood boil.

"No!" You shout back, his derogatory tone obliterating all sense. Ugh. Instantly your forehead scrunches, realizing your mistake.

The sharpness of the collar overcomes you, dropping you onto the cold tiles. Its painful swell feels so much more intense than in previous times. Hot pain spiking and rippling throughout your body in a wave of burning agony. Catching your breath in your chest while you endure it.

In the aftermath, your face is pressed against the ceramic. The soothing cool helps with the residual pain that is ebbing through you.

"I have a task for you," Now standing over you, Taehyung offers his hand for you to accept. With deliberate showy intention, you reject it. Stiffly rolling onto your back. Raising onto your elbows. Glaring at him the whole while.

Intertwining his fingers he squats beside you. Signalling over your shoulder he calls Jimin into the mix. Catching sight of a glint of purpose in his eye makes you nervous.

His servant passes in front of you, standing to the right of his Master. Handing over a thin metalic rod with a gripped handle made from braided leather. A cane. It's a bendable material, a bit thicker than a straw but nearly half a meter long. Looking as light as plastic but as sturdy as steel.

Your jaw stiffens. Your face becomes heated. "If you try to hit me with that, I'll shove it up your ass!" A breathiness to your voice quashes the potency of your threat. Not delivering it as menacingly as you had intended. Lifting up, you lean on your palms, trying to get into a more defensible position.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as Taehyung holds it out for you to take. Apprehensive and unsure, you still decide to take it though. It's better to have it in your hands than his.

"Jimin, undress," The Elite instructs without a spared glance. But of course, his servant follows immediately, dropping his shirt to the floor.

Utterly unprepared for what you are piecing together, you watch Jimin with wide eyes. His soft blonde hair is hanging over his face as he tries, unsuccessfully, to hide the shame in his sea-blue eyes.

"You are going to punish Jimin for his disobedience last night." Taehyung takes the bad you assumed and manages to make it worse. Your stomach churns from his horrendous words and reactively you hurl the cane away from you, flinging it to the opposite side of the room.

There is no chance in hell that you are doing that!

You shake your head in a continuous motion, slowly beginning to scoot backwards. "I'm not doing that." You scowl, dismissing the idea flatly. If he thinks you would ever do anything like that to anyone, let alone Jimin, he is out of his mind.

"Don't you first want to know what he did?" He straightens up, following to where the cane landed. You take the chance to scurry to your feet also, improving your defensive stance.

Shaking your head again vehemently you're at a loss of what to say. You want to defend Jimin but are also cautious of saying anything out of fear of worsening this situation. You clearly have a terrible track record and this time it's not just you at risk.

You're at a loss. You can not imagine a reason for anyone to hurt this sweet young man, but you especially can not comprehend any cause for Taehyung, who Jimin serves so completely and wholeheartedly, to hurt him. You had seen a handful of bumps and bruises colouring him in the past few days, and while that made you feel terrible enough, what Taehyung is suggesting now is just barbaric.

"What did he do?" You ask, trying to give off the impression of calm and reason but mostly to buy time.

He brings the cane back to you and again holds it out for you. Clenching your fists, you ball up your hands behind your back refusing to accept it. Internally screaming no over and over. He only shrugs at your near childish, defiant refusal.

"Jimin, what did you do wrong?" The Master prods response.

A red blush spans across Jimin's cheeks, highlighting the freckles under his eyes. His lips slightly turn down at their corners and in a fleeting glimpse, you can see them waver before he quickly composes himself. "During the past evening's event, Master wanted Miss Y/n to behave as she normally would. I interfered, telling her to be more polite towards his guests."

That's the reason? That's not a reason! He should be happy, grateful even for Jimin stopping you from driving his friends away. Not using it as some flimsy, half baked reason to punish him!

"And why did you do this?" Taehyung probes further, swinging the cane over his shoulder.

"I didn't wish for Miss Y/n to do something that would cause repercussions in the future."

Your heart melts. This can't be real. He is getting punished because of you? Again. This is like your worst nightmare. How do you keep being the cause of this guy's suffering!

Taehyung walks around behind Jimin, running his hand through his slave's mousy blonde mop of hair, tugging on it lightly. Seeing them standing so close, Jimin is much shorter than his Elite. He is maybe 2 inches or so taller than you, but in comparison, it looks as if he is being towered by Taehyung.

"Little pet, when it comes to you our Jimin here seems to have a soft spot. And while I encourage my property to get along, I will not accept this new disobedient behaviour from my servant. Am I understood Jimin?" He redirects the questioning.

"Yes, Master. I am sorry, please forgive me." He begs with a sturdy, passionate sincerity. His timerous voice cracking slightly.

Brushing back Jimin's hair, Taehyung circles to the front of his repentant slave. Standing tall and lofty. "You are forgiven. Make sure you learn from your punishment." He hushes, the adage intended to be heard by the 2 of them only. "Y/n come here. You are going to administer Jimin's punishment." He restates as if the added information of why Jimin is being punished will somehow have made you compliant.

"No." You say resolutely.

The collar doubles you over before you even get your breath out. You try and fight to stay standing but fail, crashing onto your side in a miserable heap.

Ugh, that fucking word!

You can hear Taehyung chuckling above you as if he is enjoying your distress. Sadistic fuck!

Inside your mind you are screaming, passionately arguing and unequivocally telling him that 'You can shock me all you want, but there is no fucking way I am hurting him!' But outside of your thoughts you can only pant and heave. Gasping to pull in any oxygen. A pain in your head throbbing so intensely that your eyesight is blurring.

"Fine," he concludes, the torture of the collar finally dimming, "then come here." This time, instead of to his feet he points at the training chain still bolted to the floor.

Shaking your head with a groan, you try and fail to get yourself into any kind of upright position. You've not yet had even 12 hours of freedom from that freaking chain. You're not getting hooked back up to it without a fight.

"I am not going to ask again Y/n. Here. Now." His growled demand drops his voice a whole octave. The gruffness and displeasure laced in it is unsettling, but it will not change your answer. He can ask as many times as he wants to, but the answer is going to remain no. "What do you expect to achieve from shaking your head," He chuckles. "I can't force you to swing the cane, but this I can make you do. You either come of your own volition or I hurt you and then drag you here. In either case, you obey."

It's absolutely infuriating that he's right. There is too much injustice in the world if this man is able to have all the power and money he could ever need and yet he only uses it to beat helpless serfs, knock over old ladies, and keep you tied to the floor. He doesn't deserve the title or the benefits of being an Elite. He deserves to have his ass kicked!

Walking into your personal space Taehyung strikes an imposing figure. Still, you try to hold your ground, unwilling to let him think he has the upper hand. It's all for naught though, bending over he hooks into the ring of your collar moving faster than you can counter. And by the time you flinch he already yanks you forward. Turning you into an ungraceful series of flailed limbs as he all but drags you along the tiles.

Throwing his hand down in the centre of the room he tosses you to the floor like you are nothing. His knee resting on your shoulder keeps you pinned down as he fastens the lock, fixing you to the floor once again.

With a slew of vile insults and foul language ready to spit forth, Taehyung preemptively interjects.

"You are not going to speak until I tell you. If you do, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand pet?" He asks, encircling Jimin, standing at his back with the cane in hand as before.

Jimin is motionless looking downs at his interlaced fingers. His uncovered chest rising and lowering in small quick breaths. A subtle expression of unease in his eyes.

You can't believe he is actually going to do this. This is so sick.

Taehyung draws his arm back swinging the rod over Jimin's bare back. A frightening crack ricochets through the room. The blow is so powerful that Jimin's entire body lurches forward. His right foot stepping out of place to brace himself and return to position. But still, he doesn't make a sound. Even though discomfort is apparent on his face, his eyes are watering and his jaw is clenched, he doesn't make a peep.

"Stop it!" You roar, the outburst scratching your throat. You race onto your feet, trying to get to Jimin, to help him, knowing he won't help himself. Though momentarily you forget the chain is keeping you pinned until it catches and jerks you back to the ground. Hitting the tiles with a hefty thud. "Stop." You whine with a deflated moan.

Looking up your heart briefly sings with elation as Taehyung actually comes away from Jimin. Walking over to you with the cane once again poised over his shoulder.

"Is there something wrong with your hearing, or is it common sense you lack? I warned you that there would be severe consequences if you spoke." He scolds coarsely. His harsh tone makes your stomach sink and replaces all relief with anxiety. "You've just earned Jimin another 5 lashes." Bending over he flexes the sturdy rod behind his shoulders.

You feel nothing but panic.

He has to be kidding. He has to be saying that just to make his point. Right?

"Okay, fine." You try to backtrack out of harm. Hoping to cool the situation. "I won't talk anymore, okay." You consign breathily, shaking your hands. Being painfully aware in this moment, more than any other, that he holds all the power.

Chuffing, he stands upright, flicking his hair back. "It must be common sense." He smiles coldly. "That's another 5. Care to keep going."

No fucking way!

You open your mouth to protest but bite back your rage. Shaking your head in disbelief. He can't do this!

Your focus moves to Jimin hoping to get any sign or input from him on how to proceed, however, he is unchanged. His eyes fastened on the floor.

This is insanity. You can not understand either of their reactions. Not the cruelty. Not the complicity. How are you supposed to sit here and allow this to happen? How can you do anything more and risk hurting Jimin further?

Observing your silence through your noticeable internal struggle the Elite seems satisfied with your concession. Sauntering backwards with a prominent smile, he returns behind Jimin. Your stomach churns as you watch him start again, knowing whatever the number, you've added 10 more of those vicious hits that Jimin will have to survive.

Watching for your reaction Taehyung delivers an unrelenting strike. Your heart breaks hearing the snap. It spikes the hairs on the back of your neck. And a shiver runs across your entire body as he falls into a rhythm cracking hit after hit against Jimin's back. The number swiftly soaring into double digits.

Too quickly, the fragile boy is not able to contain his cries any longer. Tears rolling down his face, his lip firmly bitten between his teeth to quiet himself. It's harrowing to watch. Strike after strike you see his position hunching. Little by little he is bending to the furiosity of the cane, trying desperately to remain upright. His hands by his sides quaking in clenched fists.

As the numbers reach the 20s your hands are tightly bunched over your ears, frantically wanting to shut out the sharp sounds of his flesh being stricken. You are trying beyond measure to keep your mouth shut, wanting more than anything to beg the merciless Elite to stop. Wielding all of your willpower to keep yourself from doing that.

Unable to support his own weight any longer, Jimin's legs buckle under him. Now knelt and trying immensely to keep himself from further collapse, a puddle of tears has formed below him. His chest, stomach and face washed with tears. Muted sobs of pain causing his shoulders to shudder.

But Taehyung, who appears indifferent to his anguish, doesn't cease.

Right when you're on the brink of exploding an air of stillness fills the room. Your eyes dart to the two of them praying that this is the end and are alleyed to see Taehyung stepping to the side, throwing the cane onto the bed. A pleased glow about him.

"You may now speak."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You scream. Leaping again to your feet. With a higher stance, you are able to see over Jimin fully. His back is wrapped in long red welts that cross and overlap. Littered with marks that have already begun to purple and raise and are lined by strips of cut and broken skin, and dark bruises. "You're sick! You're a monster!"

"Careful pet." He warns with far too much amusement. He is still so unused to being yelled at that he nevertheless regards your outbursts as entertaining.

You hate him so much! "Fuck you!" In opposition to your fury, he laughs.

Invading your space, he has you stepping back quickly reaching the limit of the chain. He doesn't come at you, however. Instead, he uses the biolock at the base of the restrains to free it and with a forceful tug tears you onto the floor. Sprawled out on your stomach, you push yourself up right away, only to have his weight secure you.

All your struggling, all your swearing and fighting is for nothing. Too easily he drags your hands behind your back and, using the length of chain still joined to you, restains them.

"Get off me!" You bark, kicking your legs. Resisting with all your might.

Wrapping the metal around your forearms a few times he brings the loose end back over your shoulder and clips it to the collar's ring. Your arms are crossed over one another, bound to your back, holding your chest stretched, and pulling the collar into your throat. While also being crushed against the floor you are nearly not able to inhale. Your fight petering as your focus is consumed by trying to stop yourself from choking.

"Jimin, you can leave," Taehyung calls back over his shoulder. Making you feel both relieved ad abandoned as you hear Jimin hurriedly flee from the room.

Gasping as he hoists you up, you instantly are able breathe easier. At the same moment, your fight is reinvigorated but his sheer strength has him immovable and no matter how you struggle he continues to lead you towards the bed.

Sitting down first he drags you over his lap. His legs digging into your gut, your face smothered into the blankets.

"Get off," you shriek feeling one of his hands sliding down your lower back, cupping your butt, his other hand is pressing you into his thighs, making sure that your efforts to break free are futile. "Fuck off!"

"I'll give you one chance to apologise, pet." He says calmly. However, the vale is omitted from his threat. His fingertips digging into the meat of your ass.

Your anger won't settle. How dare he tell you to apologise after he unjustly beat Jimin. After everything he has done!

"No! Never!" You growl, fully prepared to feel the sting of the collar.

As it kicks in you wince expecting pain but are instead filled with a pleasurable warmth that spreads through your body, down to the tips of your toes. A flood of tingles rushing to your core, making your hips ache in instantaneous desire.

No, no! Not this.

"I'm sure you'll regret your decision." He taunts with a haughty chuckle.

Holding you still, Taehyung's palm comes down swiftly on your ass. You swallow a gasp, biting your teeth together firmly. Your mind spinning in confusion realizing his strike isn't near the intensity that you witnessed him beating Jimin with. While there was a very mild sting it is far more temperate than you had expected. And even more unexpectedly the smack sent sparks swarming down your legs, up your back, and through your centre. Exacerbating the lustful impact of the collar.

You count the hits internally. Feeling each and every one building a throb within you. Feeling your pussy start to gush. It's unravelling you sooner than you can preserve your composure. With your leg kicking up at the knee, you desperately attempt to hold yourself together and stop yourself from reacting in the way that your body wants to. But on the 7th hit, his large hand slips around the curve of your ass, rubbing the inside of your naked thigh and you intrinsically move to accommodate him. Spreading your legs. Lifting your ass higher.

He swats you again and this time you don't have the sense to deny a moan that pours out. Your hips fully bucking back into his hand.

Hit after hit, and like Jimin you reach a succession of 20. But unlike Jimin, you don't want him to stop. In fact, you want more. Your overflowing, juices running down your trembling legs. The steady build-up of the collar's effect seems enough to bring you pleasure, but not enough to give you any relief. You're needy. Salacious. And painfully aware of how empty you are.

You need to be touched. You need something. You wish his fingers would push inside you- they're so close, you can't take it anymore. You need to be filled.

But you can't. You know what he is trying to do and you can not bring yourself to say it. You're not going to ask him for it. You're not going to apologise either. You've done nothing wrong. Jimin did nothing wrong.

You don't know what kind of fucked up manipulation this is, but no matter how hard it is Taehyung isn't going to get anything from you. Not this way. Not any way.

With a final hard smack, one that truly hurts, he throws you off him. Pushing you back onto the bed in an unstable heap. The weight of your own body crushing your arms. Leaving you to struggle as he disappears from your sight.

You can't believe how much of a mess you are right now. Even laying here, not being touched in any way you can feel the heat swarming through you. No matter how your thoughts are fighting against it, how entirely you know that this is only caused by a device stimulating electrical pulses in your brain, you can not control or dim how absolutely ravenous you are. You feel like you're going crazy.

All you can do is try to keep yourself quiet and wait for him to shut it off.

Grabbing you by the ankle, he unexpectedly drags you over to the edge of the bed. Shoving and maneuvering you as he likes he rolls you onto your stomach. Reaching around the front of you he separates the chain from the collar, slowly unwrapping you, giving you a moment of alleviation from the pressure on your arms until the pins and needles set in and you begin to swarm with static.

Unfinished with his fierce demands, he doesn't allow even a moment to stretch. Throwing something long and hard on the bed he tosses you onto your back once again.

The next part happens all to quickly. You try to sit up but are thrown down. Catching a glimpse of a smirk on Taehyung's face, you see out of the corner of your eye him moving the foreign object around until it is above your head. Using one hand to move your arms up and over the edge of the bed, and the other to hold you down, in 1, 2 swift motions he binds your hands in place.

Craning your head back, you can see he has locked you into a silver, solid metal bar with immoveable metal cuffs crafted on either end. The bar is on the other side of the bedpost and you're on the mattress, trapping you to the bed's frame.

This is deranged. Why are you always locked up?!

Even as your anger flares up, your heart pounding in your chest, the waves of pleasure never cease inside you. To a point that the 2 opposing sensations start to clash, overwhelming you. Your eyes watering. You can't even think of what to say. You just need him to turn it off now.

Taking a moment. Pausing to look over you and admire the predicament you're in his hand runs around your neck, lingering just under the band. His gentle caress only furthing the harassment of lust on your body.

"Little pet," he purrs provocatively. "This," intentionally he punctuates his word by tapping the collar. "This simple little toy, that is making you feel so good at the moment," his fingers trail lower, gliding between your bare breasts. His nails scratching you lightly, ripping a moan from you as electricity shoots from your brain down through your stomach to your dripping, aching pussy. "is going to stay on until I hear that apology from you. However long that might take."

You're stuck there in shock, starting to pant. Your mouth going dry as you tug and pull on the restraint, bashing it against the wood post searching for any give.

"And since you've been so very disrespectful, I expect you to think of some way to make it up to me, otherwise I may just reject your apology and see how long I can keep you on the brink of ecstasy until you break."

You want to say sorry. You want to ask him to stop, or more honestly to keep going and to let you cum, but you can't bring yourself to say it. Pride and hubris won't let you.

And neither apparently will Taehyung. Not sparing you the chance to gather yourself or your thoughts, he turns on heel with a wink. The soft click of the door echoing among the clanking of your binds.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

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I am not fine...

May contain triggering themes, read at viewer's discretion.... All of that blah blah, enjoy- It's wonky and definitely not worth the wait.. And is also probably nowhere near the yandere category, so-- Uhhh.... I failed myself and the people that waited for this-...

(Despite the subtle hints)

"𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ݊ɑׁׅժׁׅ݊" |finished BBU drabble|

When was the last time you had actually felt alive? Free? Not tired?....

It has been a long while, and you were just so tired, everything was going wrong in your life. You lost your job just a few days ago, having lost your belongings and now about to lose your apartment because of the rent you couldn't pay to the landowner.

It all started the moment you moved out from your parent's house, freshly having finished college, you had a bright future ahead of yourself if you wouldn't have trusted your coworker as much as you did. It wasn't something you could have predicted, but something you should've avoided instead.

It was currently late at night, you were preparing for bed, but didn't plan to sleep. You never had a good sleep schedule.

Childhood was just as horrible with the constant bullies at your school, it all went down so fast you don't remember when you lost your innocence at all, it was just a flash and then it all happened.

You shake off the rest of your thoughts, laying face first on your bed and grunting in pure frustration, wishing everything wasn't so unfair, so SO stupid and so difficult. Nothing was easy, when you were warned life won't go easy on you, you didn't think it would go this far to get you to the point of losing everyone and everything that you had gotten so far in your short, pathetic life.

A brief thought comes across your mind, and you shake it off once more. You won't regret anything, everything wasn't your fault, it wasn't... It wasn't.

Heavy eyelids threaten to close, and once you yawn they do, the darkness embracing you as you fall into a much needed slumber.

. . .

A tight knot in your stomach made you groan, and the bed felt oddly ticklish against your skin.You felt around yourself before leaning up, blinking several times to adjust to the sudden light and then a burst of darkness shoved your way. This wasn't your bed. An odd sensation filled your body. Nausea. You felt the world spin around you, trying to come to your senses as you took in your surroundings.

Where are you? What kind of weird fantasy, fever dream is this?? You rub at your eyes, stretching and wobbly legs managing to stand on the soft ground, and you did not have shoes on, so it felt odd and moist against your bare feet. You were in a creepy forest, surrounded by huge pine trees that lined all around you, barely able to see anything past them.

Birds chirp from somewhere around you, and you turn your back to look the other way. More trees greet your view, and you squint to see through them to no avail. You give up, deciding to shift your head and look up at the sky. You could just barely catch a glimpse of the night sky, glittering and shiny stars all over, a crescent moon covered up by darkened clouds. From here you could just barely make out a bird flying by, going out of view a moment later.

There were lots of fireflies around here, all around you and the outer sky, it was a beautiful light show while it lasted. Given you snapped back to the problem at hand. You were so lost, had no idea where you were, or how you even got here. Was it even a coincidence that it matched your image from last night? Probably not. Deja vu was such an odd thing to feel at the given moment. You don't remember having a dream as real as this one. And it might not even be a dream. (You wanna doubt that.)

You sigh to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose. Well, this sure doesn't feel like a dream, you can feel your hand, so it probably is a very realistic dream? You hope it is, unless you wanna be stuck here, you better start walking and finding a way out. Though, did you really want to go back to your weird, awful and traumatic life? Not really.

With a reluctant exhale, and a mental push, you slowly made your way forwards, stepping into the thicker, much darker forest that surrounded you. An eerie silence settled over everything all at once, and you knew it wasn't a good sign.

You quickened your pace, knowing it's not safe and trying to find a more open, safer area to rest at, your feet aching at how hard they slammed against the grass and sticks on your way. You wish you hadn't taken off your shoes at the last minute in bed, they would've been so useful right now.

Another reluctant step onwards and you feel as if fainting right here and now. It feels horrible, the aching pain in your feet had grown so much worse, and you were more than sure you had millions of small scratches and bruises all along your ankles and feet. Well, it could've been worse, at least. You could've been bleeding, heck, maybe even being watched.

That wasn't such a good thing to say, you knew from seeing so many movies that the moment someone says something of the like, or even the exact thing, would happen to them. You started to lean more against the trees, trying to not be seen, but it was a useless attempt at stealth.

Crouching down didn't help much either, it only made you slower, and the more you realized it, the more late it was. Everything has its eyes on you, there's no place safe here. Nowhere.

. . .

A minute later you slowly get up, hands clawing at the wood of the tree to stand. Once you took the first step it's all fine, the second you took the second step, a branch cracked under your feet and more than likely left a scar on its own. Great..

All the more, eyes turn to you, and footsteps get closer and closer to you until an animal that you've never seen before, bares its teeth at you and pounces forwards. If it wasn't for your brain, you wouldn't have moved, instead, you immediately started running, almost tripping several times before picking up your pace and running through the thick pine trees, avoiding tripping on rocks or twigs as the animal, only gets closer the more you lose your energy. It was tiring. A faint noise in the distance catches your attention, and you turn to look at what seems to be a river, and without a single thought running towards it.

With a lot of luck, you find your way over more twigs and immediately jump on the slippery rocks, getting to the other side without much problems. You turn your head around, seeing as the animal, now stuck on the other side, slowly backs away from the edge and disappears back into the darkness behind the bushes. God let you live another moment it seems..

For what seemed like hours of leaning against a tree, you finally gain enough strength to get up and slowly make your way further into the forest. Seeing as it is, it won't help if you stand in one place too much. Predators can, and will hunt you down at any cost it seems, not like you didn't expect it, given you're the uninvited guest here.

Not even a moment later you once more get out of the forest and almost trip down the now more than visible hill, which leads down down until you can see a big mansion sitting in the middle of… An intermontane plateaus, that is if your Biology classes were paid enough attention to. You might be wrong, but you'd assume that's what this is, because it's not a ravine…

A knot in your stomach says to just stop being so childish, but meanwhile your inner child is firing up. And which do you choose to listen to? Of course, your inner child.

You slowly lay down and then budge yourself until you start rolling down the hill, having the time of your life and giggling all the way until you reach the bottom and now laying on soft, greenery that tickles your skin with the gentle breeze. The night sky is so much prettier here than in the closed and tight pine forest that you hated for being so awfully dark.

Wait….Night sky? You have been up too long, haven't you? Though it is impossible to tell what time it is…You'd just assume it's late at night… And probably, as usual, past your bedtime hours..

A long moment of staring at the glitter stars in the sky, and with a lot of curses flowing through your body, you sit up, rubbing your eyes to woosh the sleep away. It doesn't help, you yawn and stretch not a moment later. Great, tired, lost and probably homeless too.

You get off the ground, looking at your clothes and picking off some of the dirt or dust(?) that stuck to you, letting that thought flow away. A moment later you realize that the big mansion is indeed still in front of you, you just had to turn your head upwards to realize it. Not like it would grow legs and run away, idiot..

Was this breaking in? You ask yourself, seeing as it is, the doors opened up themselves, you didn't even touch them, they just did- A long moment of contemplating before you overcome your fear and step inside, the moment you do the doors slam close behind you, making your arms flail around yourself, thinking it was someone or something behind you, while it was nothing more than the wind, probably. You hope it was the wind.

Calm down, nothing has even happened yet, chill. You took deep breaths. Was it this cold when you got here? It sure wasn't, everything was so much colder. And you felt eyes on you from every single corner you turned. You started exploring a place that is not yours. You just wish whoever owns this place isn't home or could let you stay for the night.

As odd as it is, all you found were some pictures on a few walls when you walked the hallway to your right. It wasn't much, barely helped, and you didn't feel like touching them or going as far as to steal them. You didn't wanna get some kind of curse on your possible future bloodline. You were better than that, not even the gold was much more than useless, given there's probably no way to spend it anyways.

A sudden shift in the air made you immediately turn to gaze behind yourself, nothing. You're getting paranoid at this point. Well, not paranoid, more panicked of getting caught wandering around someone's house without them letting you in or even giving you permission to look at their(?) stuff whatsoever.

With a sigh, you turn back around to the fireplace, only for your whole body to stiffen and drain like you saw a literal ghost. What you were seeing wasn't that far from one though…

A more than tall as you could tell, creature, bird, whatever, was towering over you, eyes scanning you up and down as you shrinked into yourself. It(?) wore a light pink attire adorned with two swirls in the middle, topped with a shiny object, probably as decor, and a bow tie around its neck. Or at least what you assumed, given it constantly stretched on. It was hard to tell.

Many feathers adored its persona, cartoon-ish wings and what you could guess are its paws(?), again, you weren't a genius, and the Biology lessons weren't useful right now, you forgot them all the moment you graduated. It was black as the night sky itself, glinting in the bare light. Yellow-ish to gradient red, wide eyes stared back at you with a wide smile. Was it thinking of kicking you out? It would be fair though, you did just break into its house after all.

The moment you blinked it disappeared, the second you turned to the side, it was there. "Hoo! Hooho! Well, who are you, little friend?" It speaks right into your ear, once more shifting to be in front of you, into a much bigger form, a finger under its chin as if thinking of something, eyes narrowing the slightest bit.

You blur out your name with a lot of hesitation, looking at your hands and then back up at it. The moment you give it your name, it immediately leaves its thoughts to the side, now to your right, in a smaller size, putting its arm on your shoulder with a grin speaking for itself. ", that's my name, what's yours?" You ask back, perhaps it is rude or very rare, but it immediately perks up even more.

A tilt of its head, "Hooo! Little friend, you should know who I am! But, if you don't, you might as well know me as the party host! Or, if it suits your tongue more, well, Barnaby the owl!" It says, backing up from you and bowing down theatrically, eyes closed only for a moment before shooting wide open again. From this point, it looked somewhat friendly, only if you didn't count the constant staring.

A slow nod comes from you, only with the realization that you barely even meant it. Well, it is probably rude to be barely listening, but at least you know his(?) name now! Which is better than nothing. Why is your mind such a mess at such bad times? It is not worth arguing with yourself right now.

A strange sound fills the space, and you look down at yourself to realize it's your stomach. Right, you've been starving for the past, what, half a day, you'd assume. This gets the attention of Barnaby, who chuckles. "Oooh! Are you perhaps hungry, little friend?" A full on head spin and you barely have any personal space. You nod immediately after, hugging yourself. Well, at least you could trust that he won't poison you, which eases your nerves a little. He also doesn't seem to know the concept of 'personal space' from what you can see. Great…

It was very unexpected how well you got along with this owl, and from what he told you, he wasn't any normal creature you'd see day to day. You already had a feeling he might not be a living being, only being confirmed made it much weirder. Not that it bothered you, it was just, uneasy to know you were right about such a thing. Though he doesn't seem to be in any kind of pain, so maybe you're just overreacting over it.

The more you felt you knew him, the further you strayed from the true reality you came from. The fact this wasn't hell or anything of the like was a confirmation you were indeed not dead, and that it was not a dream. The food here was nice though, even the little 'barnaboos' as you heard him call them, we're such adorable little things to converse with, and somehow able to understand a little of what they're saying. Mostly through simple hand gestures.

It was a long ride, mostly staying up late, but you got through with it and survived. You could feel yourself slipping the more you tried to keep your eyes open, it was probably very late if you were this tired. A long yawn leaves you, and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand almost immediately, excusing yourself which gets a light chuckle from him.

Another blink and he's once more at the back of your chair. You really weren't gonna ask how he keeps doing that, just go along and it'll be better. "Are you feeling tired, lil' friend?" He chirps, helping you up from your seat, offering his wing, which is somewhat much softer to grab onto as you balance yourself. A moment later you let go and stretch out a moment, groaning and then letting out a sigh, arms dropping to your side the next second.

You nod, body slumped over as you follow close behind him. You didn't bother to listen much to whatever he was talking about all the way till he finally led you to the guest room. Well, it seems you weren't sleeping on a couch, which is such a relief.

While he didn't seem like such a threat, you couldn't help the twist in your stomach telling you otherwise and that you had to get away from him immediately or something would happen. That wasn't the case, not yet at least. Which just proves further that maybe your instincts are getting rusty the more your adrenaline wears down on you. Another thing to worry about later on.

Was it just your brain or were you really unable to sleep?... Why is it even odd? You always slept late, but something is just off, aside from the fact that this wasn't your room. It was a bit too fancy, but at the same time not, given you coughed several times from the dust that was in the air. The bed itself, while it was immense and comfortable, your gut keeps telling you to not fall asleep yet, not yet.. Eyelids snap shut, but before you know it, they snap back open, and you look around, trying to find what could've been blamed, of course there's nothing.

A tap on the window immediately makes you sit up, looking around only to see the branch of a tree, which just kept on tapping, the harsh wind blow being the only thing you could hear aside from the tapping. This is too silent, the room envelopes in a much darker blanket once the moon is being hidden away by the clouds, a few small water drops announcing the now oncoming rain. Curtains flutter around from the currents, windows barely open, just enough so fresh air slips inside the room.

Maybe you're homesick. That would explain everything much simply. You turn on your side, hands clutching onto the pillow under your head tightly as your eyes slowly slip close, and the world fades to much more darkness than it was already drenched in. You need a better sleep schedule…

. . .

It's been only a few hours, you don't know how much you slept but do not plan on trying to find out, seeing as the rain picked up, pouring loudly outside, you'd only take a guess that it's been longer than three hours because it's the first time you actually had a proper sleep without being woken up by the alarm clock on your old nightstand, now nowhere in sight.

You rub at your eyes slightly too harshly, hissing the moment you lean your hands away. About time you find your way around here, you don't feel like you slept much, even if you probably did. You sit straight, arms held together and stretched upwards, leaning down till they touch the blanket once more with a slight pop from your bones. Well, that's a much better way to start the day… You can only guess it's day given the outside is just slightly lighter, despite the still ongoing thunderstorm.

A groan leaves your throat as you slowly slip out of bed, strolling over only to find that there is indeed a bathroom connected to this room. Much nicer than going out, you assume. With one last look, you slip inside, taking your sweet time with everything.

About a few slips and pouts later you finally got out of what you could only assume is the bathtub, given how it does not look like one you'd see in a normal everyday life but one nonetheless. A quick brush of your hair and some face washing later it's all done, all you leave behind being the dirty clothes from before and now looking around for something to change into.

As expected, you couldn't find much and so the single thing you found was more of a suit than house wear options. But what other choice did you have? A little later of tidying up the cloth you finally managed to slip it on, tying the bow tie to your neck and opening the closet doors once more to look at yourself unexpectedly liking the outfit and shining looks you gave off almost immediately.

A gradient light blue to purple adored your body, clinging onto you quite heavily. Long sleeves adored with gloves hanging onto your arms, just barely shining in the dim light with the same gradient little details hanging everywhere else. A parted dress hung onto your hips, held by another layer of the dress underneath, looking like leaves or even feathers, white fluff tickling onto the long socks that reached just slightly over your knees. Dismissed heels toppled over in the corner as you pick something easier to wear. Boots that reach over your ankles and go just about a few more inches before ending with fluff all around, a comfortable warmth on the inside of them. Exactly as you liked, well, probably liked. It's been a long time since you wore something fancy unless it was for a party or meet up.

Where were you going anywhere with this outfit? Was something special happening that you probably didn't know about? Most likely that's the case. With a long sigh, you close the closet doors, looking away and at your hands for a long time. Thinking it all over again didn't seem to help. How much time did you spend looking at yourself anyways?...

You ponder to yourself before going out of your room, slamming the door close behind you and not looking back as you walk without a clue where you're going in a way that could only be described as tired.You're tired of anything and everything at the same time, yet you don't dare show it, sliding a neutral expression on your face to make sure it wouldn't be that obvious.

It was however more than obvious that you didn't feel like talking to anyone or anything else around here, except for the little barnaboos that are mostly everywhere, seemingly preoccupied with their own things to pay much attention to you as you passed by each room. A while later of walking down the seemingly endless hallway, you finally arrive back at the front where you have been not long ago. It's eerily silent as each of your steps echoes right into your ear drums awfully louder than you expected.

Each time you take another step, you feel much closer to something you can't quite make out in your thoughts, shaking your head as you bump into something, or someone and scramble back, catching your balance just in time as to not fall and make it even more embarrassing that you were once more with your head into the clouds.

A chortle came from above you, and immediately your hands came up to your face, hiding away your expression that was on the brink of exploding into tears. That is, if the person who made that sound wasn't more than obvious. "Hoohoo! Friend! You're awake- Took you sooo looongg! But that does not matter, you're awake now, and we can finally get going!" Barnaby offers you his fluffy appendage as the world shifts all at once, and in a literal instant you're moved.

You feel like literally throwing up, the knot in your stomach too tight for comfort. A stumble forwards and you're immediately embraced by more soft and skilled wings. A chuckle leaves your friend as you struggle to stand on your own while he just abuses the obvious size difference between the two of you. Once you're turned, wings under your armpits, you just give up and pout in defeat. He let's go once you're settled down, leading you down yet another similar hallway like the many others.

Huge doors welcome you, opening before you have even stepped close enough to touch its split handles. Barnaby slouches over, one wing onto his chest as the other is (probably) pointing towards the immense ballroom in front of you. A snort leaves your throat as you bow back to him and enter the room, and of course he doesn't have to follow much, appearing right above you and giving you another good scare.

Without stalling backwards, you just freeze in your spot trying to look unfazed while you would've screamed. You're doing this just to not give him the satisfaction of another screaming charade that you learnt from experience only makes you more terrified the next time he'd do it again. A minute later you finally snap out of your thoughts, waving them to the side to take in your surroundings.

An immense ballroom the size of a whole stadium greets your eyes. While everything was dark, the decorations alone got you feeling nostalgic about this place. Little pumpkin stickers hung onto strings, different expressions on each individual one, and between each of the pumpkins were spiders of different sizes and shapes, mostly out of paper or cartons. To say the side little stars on the dark ceiling weren't a nice addition was just as false as saying the sun is better than the moon, given both are good.

The stars glowed in the dark, which was even better, the white soft yet bright lights able to be seen from even a long distance away.

Actual real spiders hang around the chandeliers on the ceiling, wood creaking with each movement they make. And even a room that's made of wood can be a ballroom, which is incredible to say the least about. Given most ballrooms you've seen were very shiny and much cleaner, this one was clean, too, but not shiny, and it did not bother you at all. As once again, fancy was not what you wanted, and perhaps this would help you more as to remember why you won't miss the ballrooms back on Earth.

. . .

Why was everyone talking about your friend so lowly at times? Was he really bad or was it just them hating him? You couldn't tell, not one bit and it annoyed you from the inside out. Why? You didn't know, but given he is your first friend after your dreams and hopes crashed out the window…you were probably not even gonna need to guess anymore. It was obvious.

Your past explains everything much more simply than you would if you tried. Your trauma adding up onto anything you do and weighting your choices down. It's awful to be aware of it, but you can't do much about it. Your past speaks for itself once more as your feet move without your command as your blocks out every other noises or voices. A particular spider caught your attention, and you approached its shared webs slowly so as to not alarm it.

It hisses slowly at you before silence takes over once more. The spider is about the size of your whole palm, if not bigger than that. It has almost invisible marks on its back, a swirl and a center point where it stops with obviously eight legs that slowly raise and fall. Something to show it is indeed aware you're there even if it can't see you despite having so many eyes that glow a soft white as well.

You slowly approach until you're just two steps away from it, shaking hand raising hesitantly. You weren't afraid of it, you were afraid of what it could do to you. It slowly turned before climbing into your hand, fitting just perfectly on there. Fangs glint in the low light as it becomes nothing more than a fluff ball now sitting on your palm. You would literally melt if you could.

A silhouette hovers over you. "Oooh~ Getting along with all the guests! Aren't you just the most mannered one!!" A voice you already knew speaks from behind you. You don't have to turn to see, he is already in front of you the second you look up. A quick bob of your head and then you let the spider down back on its webs, strolling away as you're once more led to the middle of the room. There was no one here though.

The particular paws you know as Barnaby's cover your eyes and you're not able to see a thing. Great. "Hey! Shoo! Hands down-" You retort to his actions, your much smaller hands coming to grasp onto his own, doing little to nothing as he doesn't budge one bit from everything you try. The world shifts all too quickly as your drowsy self almost collapses once the darkness drains away a second later.

You catch your breath just as quickly, hands onto your knees as you slouch over. When did the air leave you?? Another sharp intake of breath and you feel still horrible, your sweaty hands not helping by trembling so much. In fact, your whole body is trembling as you look up only to immediately stumble backwards and your back to land on some particularly soft feathers.

The room wasn't empty any more, and it was full of deadly things from which some stared at you as if they could sense they're no longer invisible to your human vision. Another deep breath. Several more ghosts and specters turn around to face you. Where did the vampires come from? This place is definitely cursed, or worse yet you probably are cursed now. Perfect. Your heart races in your chest as you catch your breath and balance yourself. Everyone and everything is staring at you much to your dismay.

A cheery voice fills the space all around you, and as much as you want to cover your ears, you can't bring yourself to do it. "Hoohoo! Gentlemans, ladies and people of all kinds! I, Barnaby, announce as the party host, to welcome our little star guest!" Voices whisper all around you before clapping fills the room as you wish to shrink into yourself as much as you could. That's not possible.

Your brain, instead of running or doing anything, decides it's best to just stay..Until it's over…You were not that weak nor scared.. And without seeing the danger ahead of yourself too..

I got Cola and Pepsi while writing this :>

I'm very sane and fine, totally.. 🧍‍♀️

Did anyone get the reference though?...

@hauntedkonton , @the-host-with-the-most-12 , @ieatsoap1 and whoever else enjoys BBU or just Barnaby- idk🧍‍♀️

#bbu barnaby #bbu drabble #gn reader #reader insert #x reader #ig?? Unless you want this to be platonic #I won't stop you to think further out than what I wrote here #This also probs don't count as a fic so it's a drabble 🥲#it's too short to be a fic #unless I'm crazy and that over 5k characters aren't much-��‍♀️#count me out I am insane #I was tired making this all the way that's why it's wonky-#hidden reference #long post

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brandstifter-sys · 10 months

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Violets

For @dukexietyweek Day 1: Tattoo Shop/Florist (Ao3) (login required)

Word Count: 1261

Characters: fem Virgil (Violetta), fem Remus (Reina)

Rating: T

Warnings: Trans fem Remus, Genderbend, genderfuckery, miscommunication, mild sexual themes

Vi is just an average florist, working a job she doesn't like, but it's worth the frustration because of the tattoo artist across the street. Reina is confident and apologetically trans, why wouldn't Vi have feelings for her? But when Reina comes in to order a bouquet of flowers so she can ask someone out, Vi is heartbroken. If only she knew just who was getting those flowers.

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If there was one thing Violetta hated in her life, it was her job. She was fine with flowers, but she was so done with the people buying them. Someone is sick or dying, someone forgot their anniversary, bridezillas demanding the very best for their "special day," cheaters trying to make up for being scum—she hated working with those people. And she hated the people who tried to flirt with her on the clock.

It was an average Tuesday and business was slow as usual. Vi was scrolling through her phone, finished with cleaning and stocking. She was happy to have some quiet time and roll up her sleeves.

So she had to keep her arms covered at work because of her ink. Her boss was a little old man with some old fashioned ideas about professional appearance. He and his husband were absolutely wonderful beside that one detail, so Vi didn't complain.

She was considering adding more detail to her arms later. She was happy with the black angular vines creeping down her forearms and the fluttering burning rose petals dancing around them. But she wanted to add some webs and thorns. And she knew exactly who she wanted to do it.

Her mind wandered to the tattoo artist across the street. She was so bold and fearless, proud to let her freak flag fly. She was so energetic and friendly, gorgeous and strong. Vi had no idea how to talk to her without making a fool of herself.

"Hello!" a familiar, nasally voice pulled her out of her trance. Vi put away her phone and looked up at the customer. She knew that mustachioed grin immediately.

"He—Hey Reina," Vi stammered and hid her face behind her hair. Reina giggled and flipped her wavy dark curls over her bare shoulders.

"I didn't know you had ink! It's so cool!"

"Uh, thanks," Vi said softly and rubbed her neck, "What brings you here?

"I need your help," Reina gasped and shimmied, drawing attention to her muscular tits.

"With what?"

"I need the perfect bouquet to ask a total babe out, and you would have to know the perfect flowers for her!" Reina beamed. She didn't seem to notice Vi's heart breaking.

Violetta pulled her sleeves down and cracked her neck. She could do this.

"So what are you thinking, something big and dramatic?"

"No, she's pretty subtle, except when she smiles—I would rip off my bike shorts and corset in an instant if she told me to while wearing that grin!" Reina gushed and squished her cheeks.

Violetta bristled but tried to keep her feelings out of her work. Whoever made Reina this giddy had to be special and incredible.

"So, a subtle way to ask her out—You'd probably want morning glories, white jasmines, pink camellias," Vi said and grabbed a notepad to write down the order.

"What would you want in that kind of bouquet?" Reina pressed and wiggled her mustache.

"Me? Uh, I kinda ignore flower language, but I would probably want to get purple hyacinths, irises, and violets. Pretty much anything purple."

"Gimme a small bouquet of all of those!" Reina gasped and bounced on her heels.

"How soon do you need it?" Vi asked and wrote down her order.

"How soon can old Vince make it?" Reina asked with the excitement of a puppy. Vi could make it and have it ready by the end of her shift. Vince had a lot to do.

"It can be ready by 3."

"Sweet! I'll be back by then! Thanks Vi!" Reina giggled and skipped off, making Vi regret waking up that morning.

Of course she was going to regret it a lot more when the next customer came into the shop.

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Reina was thrilled when she clocked out and skipped into the flower shop. The curvaceous chubby violet wasn't at the counter, but that was okay! Old Vince was there and the humble bouquet was just waiting for her.

"Hey Vinny!" she cheered and skipped up to the counter, "I have an order to pick up!"

The old man chuckled at her hype and picked up the purple bouquet.

"Is this for who I think it's for?" Vince hummed knowingly. Reina beamed and nodded.

"Then it's on the house. She'll be out any minute."

"Really? You're the best Vinny!"

"It's free if she accepts it."

"I hope she does! She's so pretty and hot and I want to worship her butt and cuddle under the stars! God I hope she's into genderfuck trans women!" Reina gushed, unaware that Vi was trying to sneak past with her hood up.

"See you tomorrow Vi," Vince called to her. Vi turned to him and waved. Reina saw her runny eyeliner and immediately marched up to her, bouquet in hand.

"Who do I need to fight?" she asked and grabbed Vi's shoulders. Her eyes were so red and puffy.

Vi pulled away and shook her head. Reina didn't need to know why she was crying. It was mainly because of that bouquet.

"It's nothing—just another bridezilla. You don't have to worry about me. Go ask your girl out. Cut flowers don't last forever," she said and hurried out the door.

Reina hurried after her.

"Vi, wait!" Reina gasped and nearly barreled into her on the sidewalk.

"What the hell?!" Vi snapped as she regained her balance.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to ask you out. I can't even ask if you leave!" Reina giggled with an adorable blush on her cheeks.

"Me?"

"Yeah! I really like you and I know I'm not the most feminine woman so I understand if you aren't interested in—"

"Are you telling me I made a bouquet for me?" Vi scoffed incredulously.

"I thought I said I wanted Vinny to make it," Reina pouted, "So you wouldn't have to make your own bouquet."

"And you're sure you want to ask me out? You have to have other options."

"How many options do you think I have?" Reina giggled, "I’m a genderfuck trans woman who won’t take any shit about being the right kind of trans!”

“Still.”

“If you want to say no, I won’t be mad at you, I won’t take it too bad,” Reina sighed, “I’m not trying to force anything or hurt you.”

Vi bit her lip and took a deep breath. She could do this, even if she was hesitant. She wanted this.

“Ree,” she said and stood on her toes to kiss her cheek, “You wanna come over and get take out? We can marathon Halloween and cuddle.”

“Should I go home and get comfy clothes?”

“No, I have some stuff that should fit you. And if you tear the sleeves, I don’t mind,” Vi shrugged, “I kinda like the idea of having a buff girlfriend.” And then she squeaked as Ree scooped her up, holding her by the thighs.

“If you just want me to go shirtless, you can say so!” she giggled as Vi hid her face in her shoulder, “I won’t stop you from freeing the tiddy!”

“Ree, put me down,” Vi huffed, “People are staring.”

Reina kissed her head and gently set her on her feet. Vi grabbed her hand and led her toward her apartment.

“And maybe if you want, I can show you the rest of my ink,” Vi suggested. Reina would be thrilled to take her up on that offer, but she was happy just to hold her hand and call Vi her big tiddy goth girlfriend. Even if the flowers did nothing to get them there.

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #fem!sides #fem!dukexiety #mtf!remus #dukexietyweek2023 #day 1 #genderbend #sex mention tw

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rhube · 2 years

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Look, I'm not saying Martin's worldbuilding has no problems (particularly re race and gender) but reeeeaaaalllly long posts that begin 'I never watched GoT and I was RIGHT because the world building is stupid!' Are so face palm.

If you actually read the books you would see that their whole economy IS based on saving up for the long winters. The point of ASoIaF is that the current rulers of Westeros get SO CAUGHT UP in their stupid politics and the game of thrones (!!!) that they ignore the very real economics on which their power is founded, and the PALPABLE THREAT OF CLIMATE CHANGE.

Like. This is not a subtle theme. But if all you know about the show is that there are a bunch of rich dicks who ignore that winter is coming and fight each other all the time YOU WILL HAVE A COMPLETELY INCORRECT UNDERSTANDING OF THE WORLD AND THE SHOW.

VERY early on - BOOK ONE - people from the river lands (WHERE MOST OF THE FOOD COMES FROM THAT'S MEANT TO FEED PEOPLE THROUGH THE WINTER) show up saying, basically, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, some arsehole knights are fucking up our land and it's going to ruin EVERYTHING. This is a HUGE PROBLEM.

And Ned Stark - who fucking knows winter is coming - says SHIT, that is a PROBLEM, we need to deal with it RIGHT FUCKING NOW. And sends a bunch of knights off to protect the farmers.

After Ned gets killed and everything spirals seriously out of control, those knights keep following Ned's last orders. They become the Brotherhood without Banners, and they're not just doing it because they're loyal to Ned. They don't follow his banner. They're doing it because they realise that it is absolutely essential, for everyone, to protect the farming land and the farmers.

Meanwhile, the rich fucks ARE ALL RUNNING OUT OF MONEY towards the end. Debt collectors become important characters.

Similarly, it's clearer in the books, but Daenerys leaves a swathe of devastation behind her, because she's a conquerer who never pauses to consolidate her power and look after the people she conquers. This is a DAMNING INDICTMENT of shitty rulers. When she finally does pause to try to run a city, it goes TERRIBLY. (Spoilers, i guess?) A Dance with Dragons has Dany shitting herself with plague at the end.

It's not supposed to represent a fantasy world running efficiently. It's supposed to be a warning.

And if you think it's over the top and grotesque (firstly, it's OK to say something is not your genre and let those who like it be) I would like you to look at what's happening RIGHT FUCKING NOW - in Russia, in the UK, in the US, in Italy, and probably a lot of other places whose news I don't see as regularly. With CLIMATE CHANGE. And the PLAGUE. And WAR. And the shitty corrupt politicians who are somehow still in power despite the monumentally TERRIBLE decisions they are making and how much it's fucking things up for everyone.

THAT, is Martin's point.

This is not Westeros at a point of normal, functional living. This is Westeros in the middle of multiple huge crises, with a truly terrible set of people jostling for power. And that starting from a point of complacency that didn't seem so very bad.

You're not meant to think that this kind of nonsense is how Westeros became wealthy. You're meant to reflect on how it got so very fucked up so very fast, and how easy it is for politicians to miss the big fucking picture because of their own selfish desire for power.

It's not bad world-building. It's actually pretty good world-building. Again, long time readers will know I have a LOT of critiques up my sleeve too for these books, but it's against a backdrop of frankly astonishing world-building that few have equalled.

It is not bad world-building to depict a civilization collapsing because the way it's being run wouldn't work!

FFS!

/rant

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #climate change #politics #world building

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adobe-outdesign · 2 years

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What's your opinion on the Skiddo line?

This might sound a bit repetitive with yesterday's review, but in short, the Skiddo line feels a bit plain and generic to me. Don't get me wrong, I like them, but they're pretty forgettable in the long run.

Skiddo here is very cute; I like the face markings and the way the brown flows into the nose, the goat beard, and the leaf tail. I also like how the horns are akin to bike handles, which is a nice touch considering they're rideable.

But the big thing is that the line are just goats with some leaves added to them. Someone asked once before if it's bad if a Pokemon is a 1:1 equivalent of an IRL animal, and I said it didn't matter if the concept was distinctive enough or the design memorable enough. I don't think the Skiddo line is unique enough for this to apply; they're goats and they have leaves on them. Nothing wrong with that, but nothing remarkable either.

Also, I feel like the hooves should've just been black here. I get that they're pulling in the color from Gogoat, but there's nothing wrong with just adding a color when the Pokemon evolves instead of forcing all the colors into the pre-evo.

Gogoat is a pretty good progression from Skiddo, but it suffers from the same concept issue. I feel like part of this line's problem is that they're a blend of several animals (goats, antelopes), but because the animals they're blending are so similar you end up with a design that's just kind an average of different ungulates.

As an avid goat lover, it also feels like going full goat might've ended up being more interesting anyway. Give it rectangular pupils like Mudbray, a beard, maybe even leave off the ears like that one breed. As is, it's neither distinctive enough as a mix-and-match critter nor does it carry over the best attributes of goats.

However, as a generic ungulate-goat, the design we got is still nice, and I don't have many complaints about it visually. The handlebar horns have progressed to motorcycle-esc ones, the face markings once again look great, and the integration of the plants is at least natural looking. The way the orange accents the eyes and the hooves also adds a nice pop of color.

The only thing that isn't working for me is those back markings. I'm not sure why; it might be that they're not needed, seeing as you could just make the entire body dark brown and make the legs light brown and nothing would be lost. It also might be that they run against the rounded leaves, which makes the straight-line spikiness of them feel off; a more rounded ovular design for that part would've been ideal. Otherwise, it's visually solid.

In terms of how things could be improved moving forward, I wouldn't mind a regional for this line. They already have a light bike theme, but it's so subtle as to be nonexistent. There's potential there for a steel-type Skiddo regional wherein the horns have metal coverings, the back has metal plating that forms the "seat", and the tails stick straight up. Just kind of invoke a motorcycle a bit more without being too literal with it. It would add some spice without straying too far from the original design.

But overall, these are some perfectly nice goats, and I certainly don't dislike them. They just don't leave much of an impression at the end of the day.

#skiddo #gogoat #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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•Dinner Party Disaster• Izzy Stradlin

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Requested? Yes! By @Jtrstp

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: —

You met Izzy at a book store. He was looking for a very specific psychology book and you were buying the repressing of Pride and Prejudice, as it's always been your favorite book.

All Izzy said to you was 'nice choice,' because it was. He remembers enjoying it when he read it as a teenager. But that's all it took to spring you into a rant about how it's the best book ever and how you've re-read it over six times.

By the time you noticed you were spitting out obscure information on some book the stranger really didn't care about, it had already been five minutes.

What surprised you was how he didn't stop you, he nodded along and seemed actually intrigued. You apologized profusely but Izzy just stopped you and told you to please continue. So you did, why wouldn't you take the chance to talk about something you loved?

It wasn't everyday a handsome stranger is willing to hear you blabber about an old book. But not only was he handsome, he was smart and kind. He listened to everything you had to say and even chipped in on things he knew about it.

He decided then in the middle of the isle that he liked you, a lot. You were his exact opposite, you wore soft comfortable clothes in neutral colors where he was clad in leather and silver jewelry. Despite all the differences, he found you interesting.

Izzy asked you out on a date, a simple and sweet one. It started by getting dinner at a small hole-in-the-wall type restaurant, then he took you on a walk to see the stars.

It had been the nicest date Izzy had ever had. It wasn't rushed just so he could get you home to get in your pants, but relaxing and just talking and getting to know each other.

Now nearly six months after your first date, and things are still going strong. Izzy truly feels he's in love with you, not that he told you yet of course, being the over thinker that he is.

"Hi, honey!" You exclaim as you walk through your door. Izzy had been sleeping over your apartment more and more lately.

"Hey, sweetheart, how was work?" He asks. Izzy would always say that he didn't like pet names, but he secretly loves all the cutesy nicknames— only from you though.

"Fine," you say and plop down on the couch next to Izzy. "Busy, but it was still a good day!"

You work at a coffee shop, a very busy coffee shop. How you can always stay so positive and rarely have bad days is something Izzy really looks up to. Izzy leans over and pecks your cheek, something that makes you smile every time.

"That's nice." Izzy pulls you closer to him, peppering a few more kisses to your neck and jaw. You giggle and throw your arms around him, and Izzy pauses his attack. "You know, there's actually something I wanted to ask you about—"

The shrill blare of the phone ringing cuts Izzy off. You unwrap yourself from him and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Hold that thought, Iz!" You jog over to your phone and pick it up. "Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N! Is Izzy there?"

"Oh, Steven, yeah Izzy is here. You want to talk to him?" You ask Steven.

"Yes, please!" You put your hand over the receiver.

"Izzy, it's Steven," you tell him handing over the phone. You wander over to the living room, not wanting to intrude on Izzy's conversation. After a few minutes, Izzy walks back to the living room and sits next to you.

"We have to go to a dinner tonight, all their girlfriends are going, too," Izzy says, pressing a kiss to your temple almost as to soothe the news.

You wouldn't say you disliked Izzy's band mates— because that's just not true. Steven was nothing but sweet to you, a little flirty sometimes but you just laughed it off.

Duff and Slash were just surprised Izzy could like someone so... soft. You really don't seem like his type, at least to them. But even then, they're never malicious towards you.

Axl, however, is a different story. He just flat out doesn't like you, and he wasn't very subtle either. You're boring to him, you don't drink or smoke, definitely don't do drugs— not that Izzy did anymore either, which Axl had a feeling was because of you.

He's just difficult to deal with, has been ever since you met, but you sucked it up for Izzy. But you aren't too sure you can survive a whole dinner.

"What's the occasion?" Izzy shrugs at your question.

"To make us suffer."

After a while of prying, you found out the dinner is to celebrate Axl's engagement to his girlfriend Erin Everly. You've met her once or twice before and she seemed pretty nice.

The dinner is taking place at an expensive and very classy restaurant, which made you incredibly nervous. You had never really been to such a fancy place, and it's pretty intimidating.

"Would you calm down? You look gorgeous," Izzy says as he drives towards the restaurant.

"I'm calm, I'm calm."

"Yeah, real calm, that's why your leg is bouncing and shaking the whole car," Izzy says and places his hand on your bouncing leg.

"I'm sorry, but you know I've never been one for fancy places. I almost had a panic attack at the MTV music video awards last year!" You sigh.

"If it helps, you certainly fit in. You look stunning," Izzy compliments and picks up your hand, placing a chaste kiss before placing it back down.

"Thank you," you say with red checks.

Izzy pulls into the parking lot, parking his sleek black car before stepping out. He jogs awkwardly to your side and opens your door, grabbing your hand and ignoring your teasing comments.

There's a man dressed in a suit at the front desk, and he quickly takes you and Izzy to the rest of his bandmates. Izzy sits and you slide in the chair next to him, smiling politely and his friends.

"About time you two got here," Slash says, a smile saying he's joking.

"We would've gotten here sooner if Izzy didn't take forever getting dressed," you say. Izzy rolls his eyes with a fond smile.

"Yeah, I took forever getting dressed," he says sarcastically. Izzy grabs the water pitcher and pours himself and you a glass.

"So do you not sleep at your place anymore?" Axl asks. Izzy shrugs.

"Oh fuck off, you act like you've never slept over your girlfriend's house," Duff says. You smile at him in thanks.

After a while, the waiter comes with everyone’s order. He seems nervous and his hands shake when he puts down everyone’s plates. When he gets to you, he knocks over your water, effectively drenching you.

“What the fuck man,” Izzy complains, quickly grabbing one of those fancy dinner napkins.

“I’m so sorry, miss!” You wave your hand and smile.

“It’s alright, I’ll be right back,” you say and stand, pulling the wet fabric away from your skin as you speed walk towards the ladies room.

Axl lets out an obnoxious laugh, sending all eyes towards him. Izzy narrows his eyes at him.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” He asks.

“Oh come on, you have to admit that was funny. She looked like she was going to cry!”

“You’re an asshole. It wasn’t her fault that dumbass spilt water all over her.” Axl rolls his eyes, his face that was once amused now looks irritated.

“Look, can you just fucking admit that you being with that loser is charity work?” By now the rest of the table is deathly silent, none of the bandmates nor their girlfriends daring say a word.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Izzy asks through gritted teeth.

“Check please!” Slash calls out, desperate to get out before his lead singer and guitarist start pummeling each other.

“I said that your girlfriend is a loser, and I have no idea why you could want her,” Axl says, ignoring Slash’s plead.

“Don’t fucking talk about her,” Izzy warns, his eyes dark.

“Why?”

“Because I’m in love with her and she is ten times the person you are at least.”

“What?” You ask, now standing next to your chair. Izzy whips his head towards you and stands.

“Let’s go,” he says and drags you away. You send a wave and smile to his band, being completely oblivious to the conversation. Although you are wondering why Izzy had declared his love for you, you’ll ask him once he’s cooled off.

“What happened, I was gone for five minutes?” You ask once you get outside.

“Axl opened his mouth.” You and Izzy get into his car, and he peels away quickly. His hands are tightly clamped around the steering wheel. You take one of his pale hands and rub soothing circles around it.

“What got you so riled up?”

“Axl thinks he could talk shit about you, and I’m not going to let him talk about you— fuck, even look at you, again.” You nod slowly, it wasn’t the first time Axl had said something that got Izzy upset.

“And did you mean what you said? That you love me?” You ask nervously. Izzy tenses up, you can feel it in his hand.

“Yes, is that ok?” Izzy asks, his face stoic as usual, but you could see right through it. You smile dorkily with a red face and lean over the middle console of the car, giving his cheek a kiss.

“Absolutely.”

#guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #classic rock imagine #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin fic #Izzy Stradlin #Izzy Stradlin fluff

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s-uwu-binie · 3 years

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how txt would confess to you on valentine's day ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

➻ txt x reader (gender neutral)

➻ fluff!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

➻ please refrain from copying, translating, resposting, and stealing my work, then claiming them as your own. all of my works belong to me, please respect the writers who put all their effort into their pieces.

yeonjun ◌༉‧

now now, we all know yeonjun is one cheeky little flirt

so it just makes sense that he is going to go all out on valentine's day

yeonjun would prep himself more like hype himself before going up to you

an example of this would be: "OKAY YOU GOT THIS, YEONJUN. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO GO GREAT." he says this with his hands on his hips while nodding at his reflection

before confessing to you, he was actually flirting with you the past few days, hoping you can take the hint that he likes you

spoiler alert: you didn't

and because of his flirty nature, you just assumed he was joking around with you

BUT NOPE

when valentine's day came, he is stood in front of you holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a brown bag filled with snacks and gifts

"i like you." he holds the gifts out to you with a smile

you are just in awe

you can't fathom the realization that the choi yeonjun likes you. YOU

"i really like you, y/n."

and you swear butterflies erupted in your stomach

"i like you, too." you cover your face with your hands, shying away from his sweet gaze

yeonjun malfunctions at that

he'd forget where he was and would pump a fist in the air, yelling the loudest "YES!"

let's just say, you wouldn't hear the last of his flirting

"so, you're my s/o now... 😌"

soobin ◌༉‧

cutie pie pt. 1/2

I BET MY WHOLE ENTIRE BEING THAT THIS MAN WOULD DEFINITELY SURPRISE YOU WITH A BASKET FULL OF BAKED TREATS

and of course, soobin made it just for you ( ´•̥-•̥` )

and like yeonjun, he has it all planned out

"beomgyu, please don't eat the cake batter. that's for y/n." he literally swats beomgyu's hand away from the bowl

soobin wants everything to be perfect for you

by the time valentine's day came around, he comes knocking on your door.

"soobin? what are you doing here?"

there's a high chance he'd blank out but he easily recovers from that

"uhmm, these are for you." with both hands, soobin thrusts the basket in your hands

"i really like you." he stammers

he looks up to see that you're admiring the little ribbons he decorated the basket with, looping your fingers through the silk fabric

silence ensues....

well, that is until you spoke up. "i-i like you too, soobin."

your heart is beating so hard, you think soobin might hear it.

"you wanna come in?" you open the door wider and soobin doesn't hesitate to enter

and you think he just came in like whatever?? nope

OH NO

soobin decided he'd want to be bold

as soon as he steps in, soobin pulls you closer by the waist. he leans down to press a loving kiss on your forehead, "happy valentine's, y/n."

beomgyu ◌༉‧

okayy, beomgyu's the type to joke around, dropping subtle hints that he likes you

BUT YOU DON'T TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY

because he always says "i'm kidding!" or "i wasn't serious" every time he flirts with you

you're always like: 👁👄👁 are you serious or what??

but in all seriousness tho, you just hope that there's some truth mixed in with his jokes

beomgyu already prepared himself to FINALLY man up and confess to you

he is definitely the kind to prepare a script in his head, in case he goes off track

beomgyu would prepare a poem or letter for you because we all know he has a very good way with words

with the letters, he bought snacks and chocolates to match the theme of valentine's day

you had plans to hang out with the boys on valentine's day, and beomgyu offered to pick you up

like what a good friend would do to their friends right? RIGHT??

when beomgyu arrived to pick you up, you were more than shocked to see him pull a neatly folded paper out of his bag, which was accompanied with treats

you stare down at the letter in your hands, eyes going through every letter, every word, and every sentence

"i like you." beomgyu grins at you

the way he smiles at you manages to melt your heart, but you take a cautious step towards him.

"is this really true? that you like me? because i really like you too, gyu. i'm not fooling around with this."

"yes and yes, y/n. i really really like you. i'm not kidding this time, not now."

i think it's safe to say that the rest of the boys almost screamed the moment you and beomgyu entered the dorm holding hands

taehyun ◌༉‧

this boy-

taehyun would really think that he had no chance with you

because you two clicked so well, and he thought you only saw him as nothing more than a friend

remember the time he said that your crush liking you back is low?

yeah uhhh,,, he kind of took his own advice for this one

he'd spend so many nights thinking of several ways to confess his feelings for you, but it all came down to thousands of 'what ifs'

taehyun would come up with an excuse to stall even more when he found out that valentine's day is coming up faster than he initially thought

but in the end, he comes to the conclusion that it's better to tell you now than never

he'd make a handmade gift just for you, taehyun believes it holds much more sentimental value since he made it

he'd certainly wrap the gift in a beautiful red wrapper

PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET (つд｀)

taehyun would ask you to meet him in a park

somewhere he can talk about his feelings without much people

and right then there, he holds up the red gift, hands reaching out to you

he'd be looking down when you finally open his gift

"taehyun, this is beauti-." "i like you, like i really like you."

taehyun winces at his actions, thinking he might've ruined his chances with you.

he expects you to walk away, expects you to turn your back

but you do the exact opposite

slowly, you approached taehyun and held his hand in yours

"well, i think it's good that i like you too. like, i really like you too." you'd repeat his words

taehyun squeezes your hand in happiness

and you swore to yourself that the smile he gives you was the most beautiful you've ever seen

hueningkai ◌༉‧

cutie pie pt. 2/2

he would be so nervous

like he'd get butterflies just thinking about confessing to you

hyuka likes you so much that sometimes it hurt

he'd be spacing out, then you'd randomly pop into his mind. the thought of you makes him smile so wide that it physically hurts

he definitely asks the other members for advice

hueningkai may be young, but he knows to himself whether something he feels is real or not

and this one is real

YOU ARE REAL

and you make his heart go BOOM, there'a no doubting that

another one who would try to stall because he is SO nervous

and like taehyun, he decided it's better now than never

he has all the gifts and snacks in his backpack as he practically runs out the door to meet you

he'd be panting in exhaustion by the time he reaches you

hueningkai busies himself catching his breath, while you stare at him im confusion

"you didn't have to run here you know?" you'd laugh, patting his back

hueningkai stands up straight and looks you in the eye with the most serious expression on his face, "can i take you out on a date?"

you just stare at him

you'd try to contain your laughter, but it seems you can't hold it in any longer

hueningkai's face drops in disappointment, the softness in his eyes growing smaller by the second

you notice this, hands coming up to gently grab his shoulders. "hey, i was laughing because this is a date. and if it isn't obvious enough, i like you too."

"w-what a date? you like? me?? too???"

i think you might've broke him

the rest of your day is filled with gigles and warm faces

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capri-ramblings · 4 years

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It's finally here! The third Installment of my 'Mother's Reluctance'' ✨ Sebek,Deuce and Epel will be featured in the fourth part! Thank you for your patience!

Warning; Toxic/unhealthy relationships. Mentions of substance.

Please take note every work of mine here is purely fictional and meant for entertainment.

Please do not indulge in my yandere works if you are triggered by its dark, heavy themes.

Trey Clover

- Trey had wondered when the question was going to be asked. The two of you have been together for almost five years and he's noticed how you've adapted to his...darker tendencies as a partner

- He'll be honest,he's impressed. When it all first started he thought he'd have to break you to make the whole relationship work,but it seems you've proven him wrong

- Children are a must have for Trey. He grew up with a fairly large family himself and he couldn't really picture a lasting relationship with you without any children. Plus,his parents had began asking too.

- He had no problems with it,of course. He was more than ready to handle a few more children aside from his younger siblings,the only issue here was you.

- Trey was aware that you weren't so confident in parenting as he was,and he also noticed your reluctance regarding it.

- It annoyed him to a certain degree, and with his subtle charisma,Trey made sure you were aware of it.

- And you were. You just thought that as long as you acted like you didn't,he wouldn't get too frustrated over it.

- Oh,how wrong you were.

- Trey's cunningness hides behind a veil of his usual friendliness towards everyone, and by forgetting that, you were bound to fall for his trap.

- The two of you were closing up the family bakery one night when Trey came out of the kitchen with freshly baked tarts settled neatly on a white plate.

- "Were there extras? I thought we sold out everything..."

- Trey let out a small laugh as he shook his head. You noted how pleased he looked and quietly wondered why he was in such a good mood all of the sudden.

- "No,I made these for us. Your favourites too" He took one tart off the plate and plopped it into his mouth in one go, and the corners of your lips twitched into a small smile.

- "Thanks,but I think I'll pass. I just wanna get into bed and sleep"

- The whole day was a chore. You were used to a bustling bakery filled with customers,but today most of those customers were children, kindergarteners who had their teacher bring them all into the town's favourite Bakery because it was one of their friends' birthday. It was a sweet occasion,you weren't going to lie,seeing those small happy faces filled with sweets had you grinning,but the amount of energy those small human beings demanded was exasperating.

- Trey rose his brows,taking in another tart into his mouth. You missed the dark look he gave you when you turned around to flip the shop's sign from outside.

- "You're missing out" He mused, "It could help rejuvenate that tired body of yours"

- You laughed,shaking your head. You should've expected him to treat you like some worn out kid,Trey always had that habit.

- Though, you weren't expecting his body to press against yours when you turned around to face him. His lips suddenly close enough to just hover above yours.

- "Trey—"

- He leaned down to kiss your lips faster than your words could reach you, and in the moment you pressed yourself into him,Trey slipped one arm around your waist.

- His lips tasted sweet, a mix of vanilla and citrus mingling on his tongue that came to intertwine around yours. When you felt him closing the gap between bodies,the kiss deepened and Trey had you wilting in his grasp. The way his heat engulfed your entire being then gave a sense of high you failed to find in anyone else,and when he finally broke the contact,your lips were swollen and aching for more.

- The look in his eyes before he pulled away from you was tinted with wanton fever. And for a brief second,you thought you saw hunger in them.

- You're stumbling on yourself,of course you are. Trey isn't the type to suddenly pull you into such an intimate thing after all, but you regain your composure fast and with a gentle if not wary nudge, you put a space between you and Trey as you walked pass him and towards the scounter.

- "What was that for?" You asked and heard him chuckling before the sound of the front door locking caught your attention. It was meant to be locked,you remind yourself. The backdoor was always how you and Trey left after all. You wondered then why it bothered you so much in the first place.

- "Can't I be mysterious and kiss you whenever?"

- It sounded harmless,how the words just seem to bounce in your head and you paid it no mind.

- The tray of tarts placed beside you caught your eye a second you were about to reach out and take one for yourself, but something held you back.

- Trey is,above all else, a patient person and that patience you found so comforting is what he'll use against you.

- That night, after getting home and finally be able to just throw yourself onto your mattress. You woke up feeling thirsty and decided to slither out of bed as quietly as you could so Trey wouldn't be disturbed.

- In getting yourself a cold drink, you wonder if the tarts he made earlier were still there and to your pleasant surprise,Trey had kept them chilled in the fridge. Somehow feeling giddy about how spontaneous he was today, you take one and pop it into your mouth.

- Oh, sweetheart. Didn't you realize they tasted a bit too sweet? Trey's Doodle suit should've worn off by now but maybe it was just the exhaustion of the day that made you oblivious to the slight tingling sensation you felt after successfully eating three tarts in a row.

- Then again,how could you have known he slipped in a longing potion in them? He knew if it worked too fast it would seem suspicious and so Trey gave you the leniency of time by making it in small doses.

- He's waited years for the moment you'd beg him to have his seed inside you, a few more months is nothing.

- So,he'll wait and watch as the potion sets into your senses and you start wondering why you ever disliked the thoughts of children in the first place.

- They're so small and harmless and filled with joy...and they the way they'd resemble their parents so perfectly...

- How would your child look like? Would they have Trey's sharp gaze and your complexion? His patience and your wits?

- The thoughts circle through your head like a hypnotising lullaby.

- It began to hurt to wake up and see you don't have a kid of your own with your partner.

- Did Trey still wanted them? You hoped did because this house has started to feel a bit too big for just the two of you.

Jade Leech

- Jade can be cunning and cruel when he wants to and that's what made him such a terrifying partner to anger.

- He had control over himself,he knew when to pull back and when to shove fear down your throat.

- Jade is someone you never want to rile up or provoke even when you never really had a way of seeing the earlier signs of it.

- Possessive and sadistic, whenever Jade wanted a certain type of attention from you, he never failed to make you flinch from it.

- He was also very observant of you, and so he already knew from the start that the topic of having children was something you never wanted to delve into

- But, he liked seeing you squirm with discomfort. So, naturally,the topic often came up. Much to your dismay.

- "Say,why don't you want children, ____?"

- The way he curled his tongue around your name at the end made you shiver and Jade fought back the urge to snicker behind your back.

- Your lips pursed, and you tried to calm your nerves, but even knowing fully well what he was aiming at, you always tend to come off snarky.

- And though he adores your fighting spirit, Jade also loves giving you small punishments afterwards.

- Jade is wickedly patient however, so his process of manipulating you into giving him a child is more likely a slow burn. You don't even notice you're leaning into his fantasies until it's too late.

- He starts subtly at first, as always, pointing out the physical differences between him and you. Reminding you that he isn't human and thus the act of making children would be vastly different from how he'd usually have sex with you.

- His eyes seem to flicker when he sees you squirm underneath his scrutinizing prowess, but the conflicting acts of gentleness that comes afterwards has you cornered.

- He was throwing you out in the cold waters only to reel you back up into his arms,so you'd never know the warmth of another. So you'd depend on him.

- And it was working.

- Jade will choose to tire you out from your refusal. Easing you ever so tentatively into the idea of having children. The idea of truly becoming his wife and partner for life.

- Whether he had you as your current self or somehow altered you into one of his own kind is something he doesn't really mull over. As long as it's you, Jade doesn't care.

- You're both facing the mirror in your bedroom when Jade comes from behind you, his arms swiftly snaking its way around your waist. You fit in his grasp so perfectly,how could he imagine losing you to someone else?

- "Have children with me,my little starfish. Can't you imagine them swimming about? Calling you their mother and swarming you with loving hugs and kisses?"

- His words sounds so peaceful,so serene, you can't help but look into your reflection and see the swollen bump growing in your womb. See how easier your life would be if you surrendered yourself to him completely.

- "You'll make a lovely mother, and your brood will be the light of my life. I'll do anything to make you all happy."

- You breathed in his scent,his skin against yours a solid comfort you've come to yearn for.

- Would he always be this gentle if you gave him what he wanted?

- Days when he'll leave you all alone seemed to make you cringe. If you had a part of him, those days wouldn't bother you,would it?

- Jade intertwined his fingers with yours, a knowing look etched into his expression as he hears you murmur your reply.

- "Please be gentle."

Cater Diamond

- If Cater really wanted kids, he'd have cum inside you from the beginning really.

- He looks like a man with plans and at times he is, but when it came to personal things he always gets too emotionally invested to actually plan things out.

- But truth be told, he had to take a few years to sort his thoughts out to finally be comfortable with the notion of having kids.

- It's not that he disliked them, kids were great most of the time but he didn't exactly enjoy the idea of sharing his sweet Cupcake with an infant.

- After all, children required a lot of caring for and that's what good parents do, and what you and him have to face up to.

- But Cater didn't want that. He wanted you to himself. His Cupcake's time and effort should be showered onto him and him alone.

- A child would be a hindrance to that.

- But then a light bulb beamed in his thoughts and Cater came to a conclusion that if he had kids with you then your life would be completely in his hands!

- Unlike his carefree facade, Cater's yandere side is controlling and extremely possessive. If a kid is what it takes to have you forever, then he'll have twenty of them without a doubt.

- and they'll all call him Papa

- And you'd be their sweet,caring, mommy.

- This fantasy of his is a nightmare to you, and chances are Cater already guessed you were against it

- Though if you think that'll stop him, you're wrong.

- He's your capable Senpai,after all. He'll know the perfect tricks to get you on his side.

- You're extremely off the edge with how suddenly gentle and thoughtful Cater's been the last few weeks, how he hasn't played one of his manipulative mind games on you or increasing the 'rent' for staying with him, and you're half believing that maybe he's back to his old self. But there's this sick feeling in your stomach that doesn't seem to budge the more you spend time thinking about it and you keep telling yourself that he's baiting you into some sort of trap.

- So, you keep your guard up. Taking in the smallest gestures and carefully analysing them, making sure you hadn't somehow made Cater upset

- You knew how crafty he was after all.

- But being crafty wasn't his only strong suit,omitting that made you vulnerable to him.

- Cater has his charms, at times you don't even see him get all possessive over you until he has you trembling underneath him on the bed.

- Maybe it was the fact he always hid his true expressions, growing up with bossy sisters gave him the upper hand of disclosing any bitter thoughts and gestures.

- So,no, you don't realize it when he slips in the aphrodisiac in your drinks and snacks little by little everyday.

- No, you don't seem to wonder why you're always hot and bothered when he's not even paying you any attention.

- You don't even know why he hasn't even touch you at all in any way. No hugs from behind or pecks on the cheek. Not even a single wink.

- He's feeding you stuff to throw your hormones into a turbulent storm and he's going to let you starve.

- The doses are so small,so damn meticulous, you'd think it was ridiculous for anyone to even pull off but Cater does.

- Because he's determined to make you beg for it, because he knows that if you beg then you can't tell him otherwise later on.

- He's pushing you into a steep edge of a cliff and then he'll blame you for acting scared and asking him for help.

- Out of the manipulating yanderes out there,Cater is the most shameless.

- He wants you to hear you say it, needs to have a deluded sense of consent.

- You're his Cupcake after all, if you weren't willing, then it's not exciting. He doesn't like seeing you cry with all that sad, desperate pleadings.

- He wants you to welcome him,to accept him.

- When you finally hit your limit, Cater is quick to come to your side and give you whatever you needed from him.

- Thirsty? Oh sweetheart,he already has a glass of cold water for you here!

- Feverish? No problem, he'll stay up to monitor your temperature!

- You're starting to get all grabby and clingy too? Teling him how you didn't want him to leave and that you felt all lonely. He doesn't mind. He'll let you do whatever you wanted to him.

- Those aphrodisiacs can be such a bother, right? Of course. He understands. He won't tell you off for it. Not yet at least.

- "You don't look at me anymore, you don't touch or even hold me...Did I do something wrong? Are you angry? Please say something. It's like you're not even here anymore."

- Your mind's all muddied and scrambled, your skin burning and senses stirred. Half of what you say don't even make it to your own ears but somehow the way Cater looks down at you with such sympathetic eyes gets you all teary eyed.

- "Aw, Cupcake. Don't cry,hey,I'm not going to leave you, okay?"

- "Listen,I'm the one who made you stay with me right? Why would I leave you,hm?"

- "Come on,don't be sad. You know I hate it when you start getting sad..."

- Cater wipes away the tears on your cheeks,the heat from his palms cupping your face sending chills down your spine. It felt so good to be touched. It's as if you've been deprived of a crucial living necessity.

- You even started calling out his name, looping it around your tongue like a mantra as you bury your face into his chest, melting into his embrace.

- Cater's holding back a laugh when he runs his fingers through your hair, his eyes dulled and glazed over.

- Intoxicated.

- "Come on, Cupcake, if you don't stop that I'll have to eat you up tonight."

Silver

- He's surprisingly very straightforward with it.

- One of the mildest yanderes amongst the boys, Silver doesn't resort to violence or manipulation.

- It's not that he isn't good at either one, he is, you've seen multiple times how easily he overwhelmed past suitors who thought they could take you away from him, how easy his tongue told lies that crafted everyone into his scheme, but Silver simply doesn't see the point.

- Why would he put in so much effort into something that could be dealt with normally?

- If he wanted children, he would tell you and then he'll wait for your reply. He'll watch how your body reacts to him wanting to set his mark on you permanently.

- You can tell him no, and he'll nod his head.

- The next day, he'll ask you for your reason, and you can tell him that you aren't ready, that children were hard for you to handle.

- Again, he'll silently let your answer seep into him.

- The third day, he'll give you his answer,his reason and he'll make you choose.

- "If you give me a child, you can stay with your parents until you deliver."

- And then suddenly,your entire world comes crashing down on you.

- You're not sure if you're hearing him right and patiently,Silver repeats his offer and you're staring at him as if your eyes are adjusting to some sort of light you were hidden away from.

- He knows why you're stumped, though. Silver took you away from your family and friends the moment he had you in his grasp.

- You were his precious songbird,his treasured magpie. No one else could hold open the doors to your cage save for Silver himself.

- He lets you think it over, because that's just how he is despite how impatient he seems to look,Silver could wait for over a year for your reply. He won't lay a hand on you, never has really, but the way his gaze seemed to freeze over whenever he looked to you gave you the impression that if you ever came to displease him, you'd be cut down in a second.

- How terrifying it was to not know when a trap has been disarmed.

- Silver was not an easy man to read.

- So,you think and you think and think until your mind is burning from the lack of rest. You're trying to sort out the possibilities of him lying to you but it doesn't add up, because that isn't the sort of person Silver is.

- He doesn't lie. Doesn't need to.

- You're always stumbling on your feet when it came to him.

- He's stirred awake from his nap when you came knocking on his study's door, your dress finely ironed and fitted perfectly to your figure. He admires how lovely you look in his home and Silver reaches out a hand to touch your sleeve, a small smile curled on his lips.

- "Your beauty makes me happy." He coos, somehow as if he's still in a dream. If only you could share his easiness.

- You're fighting the urge to turn stiff from his softness towards you, but are left relieved when he pulls away.

- "You've decided." It's not a question, and you look up to him,brows furrowing.

- "I haven't said anything yet"

- "No. But your skin is flushed, and your eyes are warm. You've already found an answer" Silver sounds so sure, effortlessly charming with how languid and smooth his words leave him. And the way he's able to read out your profile makes you wonder what else he seems to know about the thoughts your kept from leaving your lips.

- Truth is, the reason why Silver knows you so well is that his obsession over you has made him revolve his life around you. From the way you dressed to the very way you sleep,he keeps a detailed picture of it in his mind and they play in his thoughts when he dreams.

- A yandere Silver is one who's immensely enamored by his sweetheart, and ensures that their life is never too far from him to miss out.

- He knows you never wanted children,more so with him, but instead of making it seem like a permanent imprisonment, he'll make it a momentary freedom.

- Have his child and you'll get to see your family,go back to your childhood home and spend your days there until the child is born.

- There would be no lingering gazes or looming shadows watching you, you'd have your old life back if not a glimpse of it before you go back to his suffocating arms.

- But be wary,and be smart. Silver isn't a fool, once you're carrying his child he'll also place a small curse on you which will ultimately harm the life you hold inside you.

- This curse is triggered only if you try to escape him.

- You're only informed of it only after you're well under six months into the pregnant of course, and Silver will have the same calm, almost lazy demeanor when he does so,his gaze never once leaving yours as he watches you break down crying.

- He'll come up to your side though and gently run his hands up and down your back.

- "Don't worry,my love. As long as you keep to our promise, our young prince will be nothing but perfect."

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Knives & Calls (Dean Winchester x Reader)

A/N: Okay, first I just wanted to do a phone themed thing + incorrect quote of b99 here, but the idea just kept going and I decided to go with it. That format — phone text — was already used by some writers on Tumblr, and I decided to give it a shot. Feedback is encouraged.

Summary: You decided to check on Dean after a hunt, but it's easy to notice that something is missing. A video chat might be needed for you to make sure that he's okay.

Warnings: sexual insinuating, very slightly angst, not beta'd.

You smiled for no one but yourself when the picture of a grimacing Dean popped up. You remembered telling him to smile for you to take a photo, and his first reaction being to turn around and make a face at your phone.

You furrowed your eyebrows together, confused about his answer. Of course, Sam always tends to be more careful, check everything twice and analyze more than anyone else. But not even his slight hunter-like paranoia would somehow trick him into telling Dean to stay one more night in a cheap motel after they got comfortable in the bunker.

Although, you could be exaggerating. The boys could'vee been looking for a brother time, which would still be unlike. After all, spending a weekend with your brother would be way better somewhere away from a random, probably stinky motel. Perhaps for the shake of the good old times?

Dean's next text confirmed that you weren't overthinking, and there was no such thing as your hypothetical brotherhood reunion. You had known him for years. Either it was after a sex marathon in the backseat, 5 hours of driving to the repeated sound of his old rock tapes, or even the apocalypse itself, he would always drive. Not even once had Dean Winchester said that he didn't feel like driving his beloved Impala.

The second message came when your quick fingers were dancing against the keyboard to question if they were all right. You signed in relief as another message arrived.

Yet, you asked anyway. After all, you were talking to Dean Winchester. You had tones of emergency kits for him and Sam's weekly wounds.

Leaning forward, you glared at your phone as three tiny balls shook, indicating that Dean was typing. He was clearly avoiding talking about himself, but there was no subtle way of getting out such a direct ask from you. The texting indicator would stop and start again, as if he was writing, erasing, and repeating a few times.

You narrowed eyes at the glowing phone. On the other side, Dean could almost hear the way you said his name, not putting up for his weak excuses. If he closed his eyes, there would be facility to picture you crossing your arms and giving him a worried, yet half annoyed glance.

You didn't wait any further minute, slipping from the text messages application to the phone one, and calling him.

''Dean Winchester, what the fuck is lightly stabbed!?" Your furious tone englobed the obvious concern. You didn't need to see him to know that probably wasn't even one of his worst injures, but you were still worried. You always were. It just seemed so close to losing him everytime.

He didn't miss his humoristic trait to attempt lighting up your behavior, "I was stabbed, but it wasn't deep. You should see the other guy, sweetheart. Demon barbecue."

Although his voice wasn't near shaking, you could notice a glimpse of fragility there, as if he had just left a combat and wanted to keep up the strong warrior facet, while going through a terrible pain. It was lower than usual.

God, you just wished he was home.

"(Y/N), I'm okay. Don't worry. I'll be home tomorrow." Dean said softly; he knew that you didn't enjoy being a part from him when he got hurt. But you couldn't come with them since you had another case in the opposite direction. In fact, you had got home about fifteen minutes ago.

Squeezing the cellphone against your ear like it held your sanity, you nodded, "Or you could just let Sam drive and come home now, so I can take care of you."

The suggestion was laughed off by both of you. Of course he wouldn't.

A bit more relaxed, you pulled your phone away from your face, looking for a certain button before clicking there.

Just like that, Dean's face saw yours through a screen.

"Told you it wasn't that bad." He arches his eyebrows. Truly, his face was barely hurt. Just a few bruises that would go away within a few days. Rolling your eyes, you answerd:

"Very funny, Winchester. Let me see your--" Dean's smirk at this caused you to shake you head from side to side. He was unbelievable. 42 years, injured by a knife, and he would still manage to have a mind of a 25-years-old. "--Wound. Let me see your wound, Dean."

He huffed but moved the phone towards his main injure of the day anyway. Dean lifted his flannel shirt a little, showing the wound that was localizated near to his ribs.

You had to admit, it didn't apparent great profundity, at all. Away from the top five hurtings you had seen grabbed onto him.

"Are you sure it's not too much pain?"

His camera was fixed on the celling for a brief moment before Dean's face was lined to the screen again. Your own unnoticed tense muscles relaxing to the certainty that he was all right.

"Yeah, I've gone through worse. Besides, magic pills." Dean smiled wryly, grabbing the orange bottle and shaking it before putting it somewhere the video call didn't catch. "Your hunt--"

"The easy but necessary kind of job. Sault and burn." You shrugged, adjusting the phone on the table beside your shared bed.

"So, Sammy is not here." His eyebrows raised in insinuation. You pretended not to know where he was going with you, offering a simply agreeing noise in response. "We could play a bit."

"Maybe..." You purred and glared at him. Interrupting his next words before he could even push them out of his sinful mouth, abandoned your shirt. His eyebrows raised, slightly surprised and very appreciative to the view. You grabbed the phone, allowing the camera to travel from your lips, to your neck, then shoulders and collarbone. Dean's eyes glared at your distant skin in anticipation, his cock starting to tremble from excitement. Fuck, he missed touching you.

Unfortunately, the eldest Winchester didn't get to see his favorite part -- your boobs. You just switched the camera from the frontal one, causing it to show the floor of your and Dean's room instead. A complain was on the tip of his tongue, but it didn't come to the light when his eyes glanced at your red bra being thrown on the ground.

"Sweetheart, let me see you, come on." He whimpers, pressing his teeth to his lip. If Dean couldn't touch you right way, he could at least see your wonderful body; perhaps even watch you play with yourself, while screaming his name.

Your answer came to the light in a soft hearted laughter. Dean winged his eyebrow, very well aware that wasn't your playful, teasing laughter.

You aligned the mobile once again, which focused mainly on your face, well fixed above your collarbone. Dean let out a frustrated sigh as your smiled devilish at him.

"Next time, you better tell me when you get stabbed and not make up excuses, Winchester. Then maybe you would get some tonight." You shrugged, enjoying the small pout on his lips. "You have to rest. Guess I'll go enjoy myself and imagine you here. I'm already wet anyway. See you tomorrow!"

" What the--" You hang up the phone without any further warning, leaving a incredulously surprised Dean Winchester glaring at his mobile as if it had just started flying across the room or anything extremely shocking. "WOMAN! COME BACK!"

Dean screamed at the phone as if it contained you. He tried to call you up a few times, but you just laughed about it from the bunker. Groaning, he stared at his semi erect and clothed member.

His phone made a noise again, indicating a new message. He leaned in and opened it as fast as humanly possible, only to let an exasperated howl escape again. You were one of a kind. Specifically, his kind.

Goodnight, babe. Try not to scream too loud when you are thinking about me and touching that delicious cock if yours. ;)

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ddaeng-181338 · 4 years

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Free | Chapter 1 |

✦ Free Masterlist

✦ Taehyung X Reader (gender neutral)

✦ implied themes — nothing major yet

✦ “My father is no longer my father. He lost that title the day he killed my mother.” Taehyung glanced back at you quickly, a sad look in his eyes. “Its heartbreaking in a way y/n. That a father turned their child against them in a horrendous attempt to make them vow loyalty.”

Your feet moved easily among the dark stone below you. You stood out like a sore thumb — white feathered wings expanding gloriously behind you. Way to be subtle.

At least you were free. Maybe running away straight to the underworld wasn’t the smartest choice. But at least you were free of the stuck up snobby folk that were up above. Your father especially.

You grimace slightly as your wing gets caught on yet another branch. “Dammit” you reached around to pluck it carefully from the black branch. You didn’t know where you were going. But you figured you’d know when you got there. Wherever there was.

Blackened water shone slightly ahead of you. The dull cloudy light filtering in meekly on the blackened world around you. It wasn’t common for an angel of heaven to be wandering down in hell. But you found it —oddly— more peaceful than the world you were born into.

You reached the edge, the black looking water rising and falling gently against the dark rocks. You crouched down, hand reaching out to touch the water out of curiosity.

“I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me”

You froze, hand halfway to the water in front of you. The deep rumbling voice sent a chill down your spine. You looked up slowly, eyes focusing on a tall rock near the middle of the lake. There, perched on the Rock, was a fallen angel. Black wings expanding wildly out of his back. Long enough that they were dipped into the water below.

He was wearing a bored expression, dark curly hair framing his handsome face. A face you found far too handsome to be real in fact. His head rested on his hand, looking at you with bored expectancy. “Cat got your tongue?” His voice was truly startling.

You stood slowly. Arms falling to your sides as you merely blinked at him. After a moment you spoke. “I don’t know exactly what you expect me to say.” His face didn’t move. His eyes piercing into yours. “You could start by telling me your name at least.”

“Y/n.”

For the first time since you looked at him his expression changed. Brows furrowing and creasing his head. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he just may know who you are. Your father was second in command to the ruler above. Your family was a well known one both above and below. But maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t know.

“Are you not going to tell me your name?” You figured cutting off his train of thought would be your better bet. And to your surprise it worked, his face returned to its previous bored look.

“Taehyung.”

Your eyes widened a bit, you knew him. The second youngest of seven boys. The seven deadly sins, the sons of the king of hell. You caught a smirk on his lips before it faded as quickly as it appeared. He knew you knew him. Chances are he knew you too.

“So let’s cut to the chase darling. Why is the child of the second in command down here?” Darling. You grimaced, you hated that word more than anything. “I’m not your darling.” The smirk you only saw for a moment openly reappeared this time.

“Hit a nerve did I? Not surprising honestly you seem like the sensitive type.” He was playing with you. He wanted you to bite back. You were speechless for a moment, you didn’t know exactly how to respond but you most certainly didn’t want to give him what he wanted. “What do you want from me taehyung?”

“I said it already. I want to know why a pretty little thing like you is wandering down here. In enemy territory no less. The child of a higher up in enemy territory? And you don’t seem at all alarmed. Did you come here purposely?”

You walked closer to the water’s edge. Sitting down gently and letting your bare feet hit the water. “I left on purpose, ran away from home you could say. I was sick of it up there, all the uptight pompous idiots corrupting the place that people believe is paradise. I know I’m not welcome here Taehyung. But I feel a hell of a lot more at home down here than I do up there.

“So this isn’t your first time down here.” His question was more of a statement. You smiled easily, despite your heart racing in your chest. “Observant aren’t you Taehyung.” He moved from a crouching position to a sitting one, mimicking you almost. You vaguely noted the open collar of his Leather jacket.

“I’ve seen You once or twice down here dear. I’ll credit you though, you’re quite cautious. Not one thing down here has noticed your presence the few times you’ve visited. However you’re not just visiting this time are you.” You smiled , eyes fluttering to where your feet disappeared into the black water. “I want to join your ranks. Sickening as it may sound huh?”

He was silent for a few moments, you looked back up at him again to see him studying you with furrowed brows. “I’m not joking Taehyung. Ever since my mother died my father has been abusing his power. He’s hurt me in ways I will never begin to describe. He turned me into his enemy.”

You could see the Interest in his face. “You know dear. I was wrong saying you were sensitive. You have thicker skin than I thought. Definitely more balls than I Thought too.” You smirked “I’m no scared bitch Taehyung. I need your help.” Your previous worries faded as you could see you had won him over.

“Well my dear. I can help you. For a cost.” You raised your brow. “What cost is that.” He smiled, standing up on the rock he had perched himself on — hands slipping into his pockets. “You have to live with me. I can’t train you and teach you if you are sneaking from place to place. My brothers are trustworthy. They’ll keep your presence a secret. And they won’t mind you at all. You’re a wild card my dear. You chose the right side.”

You smiled. Standing up and bowing slightly to him. “I’ll pay your cost taehyung That’s not a hard one to pay truly for the things you and your brothers could teach me.”

“I like you y/n. I can tell you’re just as greedy as me.” You scrunched your nose at that. This time a smile graced his face, and for the first time since you saw him— your heart began to race. He was standing fully now, the beauty that was Taehyung stood before you with dark wings as broad as an ocean. They just reached the water now, the ends dancing slightly in the small rippling waves.

You watched curiously , expectantly to see how exactly he was going to get off the rocks and to the shore where you stood. In one swift motion he jumped, and was beside you. You blinked , a bit surprised at how quickly he came. It was like a bird taking off momentarily, just to take a great leap a few feet away, wings barely moving before landing swiftly again.

Standing next to him now you realized he towered over you. The man himself was as broad as his wings, dark curly hair seemed thick and soft as it hugged his features. His clothes as expected were all back , a mix of leather and a material you couldn’t totally describe, maybe it was denim, or maybe it was leather too you really couldn't figure out.

“My place is a bit of a walk away. We could of course fly but you’d stick out , so we are left with no choice but to walk my dear.” You clasped your hands together at your back, wobbling back on your heels before pushing forward to your toes. “Which way are we heading?” You could tell he was eyeing you up and down, eyes scanning you for any sort of weapons. He knew there was no possible way that you got down here without some sort of protection. And he would be wrong. You left with nothing but the clothes on your back. No real concern for your life in those few rash moments before you took off.

“I left quickly , I took nothing with me when I left. No food, no clothes, no weapons.” He seemed a bit surprised that you could read him so easily. But he gave you a small nod before turning to the right. “My home is this way, i know the way by heart of course. We should be there within an hour by foot. If we could fly it would only take a few minutes. But alas…” he took a theatrical pause to look you up and down. “We can’t fly.”

“More time to get to know each other then stranger.” You felt oddly comfortable around the man. One who you had been trained to believe was a big enemy. Hell he could think the same of you. He had his guard up, you knew so. And you didn’t blame him — but you were too hurt and tired to care anymore. Hell if he killed you , you wouldn't mind, you’d at least be able to find your mother again. Your heart ached at that thought. “Talking is my strong suit dear, i can make this walk feel as quick as flying...you don’t even have shoes?”

It seems he finally glanced at your feet, had he not noticed when you sat down to put your feet in the water? “I left quickly.” He shook his head in an almost amazed disbelief. “Tell me about yourself taehyung.” You followed behind him swiftly as he made quick work of the ground below him. “I’m the second youngest of seven brothers. I’m sure you know that, and you’ll meet them soon. I must warn you they are even more intimidating than me. But they are just as kind. You see , we are portrayed to be cold and ruthless — which we can be. But we are as nice as the folk up above before you father took part in the corruption of it.”

“My father is no longer my father. He lost that title the day he killed my mother.” Taehyung glanced back at you quickly, a sad look in his eyes. “Its heartbreaking in a way dear y/n. That a father turned their child against them in a horrendous attempt to make them vow loyalty. I couldn't fathom that feeling dear. If my father ever did so to a brother of mine i would have acted the same as you. Truly i see a bit of myself in you.” You furrowed your brows at that. “You met me no less than fifteen minutes ago.”

“It doesn’t take me very long to read someone’s character. However you dear, still have a lot I can't read.” You smiled at that. “You’re a lot different than I thought, you’re easy to talk to.” You were walking side by side now, the blackened forest expanded in all directions around you. Despite the lack of light it still wasn’t dark. It was fascinating to you. “Do you live with your brothers?” You didn’t mind the quiet between you both. It wasn’t uncomfortable but you wanted to fill that void for just a bit.

“My youngest brother lives with me as well as one of my elder brothers. We live apart but our homes are within sight of each other. And then my eldest brother lives alone in a house that is right between both homes.”

“So you live apart yet still together?” You watched a grin sneak up his face. “It does sound odd doesn’t it? We live together yet don’t.” A deep rumbling chuckle left him, a smile tugged on your features just at the sound. “It’ll be interesting to see, I must say I’m curious.” Your walk continued like that, simple banter that lightened the heavy feeling in your chest. Until finally the forest let up, and you were greeted by three massive homes. Just as described, they were within sight of each other, and a home in the middle that was pushed back a bit. They had lantern lit paths going from one home to another. All three meeting in the center where a well stood.

“My brother Namjoon should have a plan for you dear. A way to help you fit in here and become a great warrior.” He rolled his eyes at warrior and you laughed. “Namjoon is the type to say something like that I’m assuming.” Taehyung merely nodded. “Be warned though dear, they’ll be a bit hostile at first.” Your heart rate spiked a bit in that very moment. “I’ll calm them my dear don’t worry.”

“Brothers!” You jumped slightly, Taehyung’s deep voice booming across the open land. It seemed to bounce off the rocks that surrounded you. Truly the underworld was too much to even begin to describe. You glanced at each home, watching with curious yet terrified eyes as six figures emerged, three in one direction, two from the other, and one straight ahead. All walking towards the well that connected the paths. “Don’t be scared dear.” He took your hand and lead you towards the center as well. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the action, but it was oddly soothing nonetheless.

“Brother… the hell have you brought with you.” You locked eyes with a shorter man. Plump lips and disheveled dark blueish hair. The same wings taehyung had was shared with all six men that stood before you. “Y/n… his child . But his child no longer. I’ll let them introduce themselves yeah?” Taehyung turned to you, encouragement shining in his eyes.

“I’ll make a long story short for you six. I am the child of seraphim no less, one i refuse to name and refuse to acknowledge as my father. I left my home above to come here for a few reasons. One of them being that I cannot stand to be within a mile of the thing that used to be my father. His corruption has run so deep that he killed my mother. In an attempt to make me loyal to him. He killed her in cold blood to make a point. And I want nothing more to kill him… to make a point. I’ve rambled enough have I not. I’m here because I want to become one of you. I don’t want to have anything associated with the shit hole above.” You finally looked up — the six men were looking at you with some sort of emotion you couldn’t totally pin point. It was a mix of pity and understanding.

“You see Namjoon, I figured if anyone could help them out it would be you. There are ways to transform a child of light to a child of dark. Oh and, they’ll be staying in our house of course.” The one he referred to as namjoon nodded, he was a taller man with silvery hair. “My pride would never let me fail dear brother. I shall help you dear.” He looked directly at you now, a small grin on his face. “We’ll we should all introduce ourselves shall we not? It would be rude if we didn't.” Namjoon glanced up to look at his brothers, all of which nodded.

“I’ll go first then, since we are going to be roommates y/n. I’m Jungkook, the youngest of seven.” You smiled timidly at him, giving a small nod. “I’ll go next then, I’m Jimin.” The blue haired man didn’t smile , he didn’t give off the same kind of feeling Jungkook did. “I’m the third youngest of seven.” He was short and quick and looked away from you only a few seconds after he finished speaking. You gulped a little.

“I’m Hoseok! The third eldest. It’s nice to meet you lovely y/n. I think you’ll fit in here just fine.” The warmth of Hoseok’s voice made the tension in your shoulders disappear. He was a charmer, you could just tell by the way he was looking at you. Almost as if there was a lust in his eyes. You let yourself smile, he wasn't going to harm you. Next your eyes fell onto the taller man that came from the house just straight ahead. The eldest of seven. He towered over you, his wings just as broad as his shoulders — you smiled at that realization. “I’m Seokjin, eldest of seven. It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n.”

He was short spoken , granted there wasn’t much to say. If anything your long self introduction was warranted since you’d be entering their homes. And lastly, your eyes landed on a man to your left. “Yoongi, second oldest, nice to meet you.” Even shorter than Seokjin, but not as warm. “Don’t mind him, he’s short with new people.” Taehyung’s voice was warm against your ear and you shivered from surprise. “You must be cold dear. Lets settle you in to your new home.” Taehyung motioned you up the path to the right of you. “Brothers, lets meet for a feast in two hours time.” They all nodded before heading back their separate ways. Jungkook and Namjoon trailed behind the two of you, talking quietly as you entered the doors of the home. “I’ll show Y/n to their room. Dinner will be in two hours. However I’ll be down shortly to discuss the transformation rituals with you in the library.”

Namjoon nodded at taehyung “I’ll start looking through the books brother. I’ll let you know what i have found as soon as you are done settling them in.” You noted how easy they made it sound. As if switching from light to dark is as simple as dying your hair. But you knew from studies you had secretly did, a change was a long process, painful even. Thousands of years prior it was used as a torture method. You knew damn well it wasn’t going to be easy, but you weren’t going to mention it until you knew what Namjoon had found.

You climbed up the second set of stairs in silence, taking in the decor around you. Despite everything being so dark, it was still light. The inside matched the outside exterior and world surrounding it. Yet despite everything being so utterly dark...it was still light. “Alright dear here we are.” Taehyung pushed open a heavy polished oak door. It opened into a spacious large bed room. A king size bed settled in the middle along the far back wall. It was covered in warm looking blankets. At the foot of the bed was a carpet that spread out to the fireplace. Two couches and a chair sat comfortably around a coffee table. Along the wall next to your bed was a grand window. One that you could sit in, as it jutted out enough for a small plush bench was attached to it.

The rest of the room was filled with organized clutter. “Don’t mind the books, namjoon tends to leave them everywhere but the library.” You shook your head, walking around Taehyung and into the spacious room. “ i don’t mind…” you trailed off, eyes roaming wildly around your new home. The door shut with a soft click and you turned to face Taehyung. “Listen y/n… before you get too comfortable there are a few things we need to go over...take a seat.” He motioned towards the couch and you followed.

He took a seat on the couch across from you—hands clasping the together before resting them under his chin. “You gave me reasons as to why you are down here and the help you are seeking my dear. But you must understand my brothers’ safety is my first priority always. Are we at any risk because you are here? Is he going to come looking for you?”

You fell back against the couch. Legs crossing as your white wings relaxed around you. “He couldn’t care less about me. As far as he knows … I’m dead. I won’t go into much detail about that Taehyung but he believes I’m dead and gone, not an issue to him anymore.” Taehyung nodded, eyeing you from head to toe again. “Why do you keep doing that?” You felt bold for some reason, taehyung smirked, he seemed oddly pleased to be called out. However he remained quiet. “You’ve been giving me once overs since you first saw me no less than two hours ago. At first I thought you were checking me out for weapons that I could have hidden. But now you’re just doing it for your own pleasure no?”

Again he smiled, “you’re a beautiful being my dear. My eyes are drawn to pretty things.” You felt heat rise up your neck , dusting across your cheeks before groaning. “You’re just as flirty as your brother Hoseok. Greed, you are as lustful as your brother.” Using his real name caught him off guard but he didn’t seem to mind you making such snide remarks. “You’re getting bold my dear, we haven’t even known each other very long…”

His eyes lingered on your face for a moment before he sighed. “Go take a bath, de-stress and relax after your long journey. I’ll come back within the hour to bring you to the library after Namjoon and I chat.” With that he gave you no room to reply, getting up swiftly and leaving the room. You felt strange in that moment — it wasn’t until he left that you realized how your heart was beating out of your chest. Your head fell back against the couch and you let your eyes flutter shut. Calming your racing heart only took a few moments before you sat up and heading for the door you assumed was the bathroom. Much to your surprise it was a closet.

“I’ll be damned…” you turned around laughing slightly at how bizarrely huge your room was. You went the opposite direction , towards a door on the other side of the room. There it was, the master bath. You gasped , amazed by the black marble tub and long counter. There was a huge walk in shower full of the same black marble. “I’m going to like it here…” you sat on the edge of the marble tub, fingers running along the cool stone until you reached for the sliver faucet. You let the water run for a few seconds, it was clear. You reached down carefully to plug the drain—letting the tub fill with warm water. You began searching the cabinets for some soap. Smiling when you landed upon a lavender body wash and shampoo.

“A little of this wouldn't hurt huh?” You took the cap off and poured a little bit into the water, watching as bubbles appeared and lavender steam filling your senses. You placed the small bottle on the edge of the tub while you turned the water off. Gingerly you slipped out of your clothes. Dipping one foot in before stepping in entirely. Slowly you sunk into the hot water, heaving a sigh of relief as you settled in. You couldn’t believe how calm you felt. For the first time in what felt like months...you were at peace.

You reached for the lavender bath wash, squeezing a bit out into your palm and rubbing it up and down your arms and chest. Your mind was lost in a mix of peace and fear. You knew your father wouldn’t look for you. He believed you were dead. But you were dwelling on what your mother must think. Would she be proud of you? Or disappointed that you abandoned your kind to convert to the enemy.

You sunk to your chin in the water, the suds you made disappearing into the water. You wanted to cry in that moment and you couldn’t even figure out why. You were finally free from him. You were starting your plan to get revenge for your mother. But why were you having second thoughts? You didn’t know What to do in that moment, so you took a deep breath and sunk yourself under the water.

You held yourself under for a few moments, sitting back up with a gasp as you let air fill your lungs again. “What am I thinking. She’s proud of me, I know she is. She would be doing the same if the roles were reversed…. I’m certain of it.” The urge to cry faded once again. You knew it would return every so often. At least until you avenged your mother. Then, and only then, would you find true peace.

You drained the tub while you were still sitting in. Heaving a sigh as you got out of the warm tub and carefully walked across the cold marble floor to get a towel. Your wings dragged behind you, leaving a small trail of water in your wake. “Ah shit!” You grabbed three towels instead of two, one you placed on the floor, stepping on it so your wings didn’t leave water everywhere. And then you wrapped yourself in a fluffy white towel. You wrapped your hair next.

“Damn wings…” you did your best to dry them before dropping the towel in the hamper and heading back into your bedroom. “Wait...clothes…” you sat on the plush bed and sighed. You didn’t have anything to wear. That closet you walked into earlier was empty. You tucked your towel around you before standing up. You knew where Taehyung would be so chances are you wouldn’t bump into anyone along the way…hopefully.

You opened the door and stepped into the Hall, heart skipping a beat as you began to descend the marble stairs, which were covered partially in a dark red carpet. The plush on your feet was a welcomed one compared to the stone you walked on beforehand. You reached the landing and scanned your surroundings. To your left was a large parlor, decked out in dark reds and golds. A fireplace was basking some of the room in a golden light. It looked welcoming, soft blankets and pillows spread about comfortably.

You looked to your right, there was a long hallway that expanded behind you next to the stairs. And to the far right — to the opposite of the living room — seemed to be a study. But it wasn’t the library. So you headed off down the hall, the same red carpet was rolled down along the hall as well. You passed by window after window, door after door. Until finally you reached the end of the long hall. Gingerly you pushed open the slightly ajar door. And a small gasp left your lips.

The library stood proudly before you. Books reaching the ceiling far above you. “Why...hello dear.” You looked over to the far corner where Namjoon sat behind a desk. Taehyung sat on the side of it, he must have been reading over whatever Namjoon had opened before him. The two men were looking at you with odd expressions. Taehyung’s was one with amused curiosity. Namjoon’s however seemed to be flustered shock.

“I need clothes I know. The problem being I don’t...have any. Other than the ones I came here in but… aren’t exactly ideal anymore.” Taehyung nodded, sliding off the desk with ease and strolling over to you. “Well my dear, let’s get you some clothes then. Namjoon?” His own name snapped him out of his trance, you giggled at that. “Hmm?”

“I’ll be back in a bit once I find our dear y/n some clothes.” Namjoon merely nodded, cheeks a shade of dusty rose as he buried his head back into the book. Once you were out of the library Taehyung chuckled. “He gets flustered by the smallest of things my dear. And you entering in nothing but a towel is definitely something that would make even Hoseok blush.”

“You guys mustn’t get out much then.” Taehyung audibly laughed at this, his reaction sparking a laugh in you as well. “So my dear, what clothes are we looking for. Clearly we can’t put you in anything light. Your wings stick out enough but we may be able to distract from that with dark clothes.” You nodded “I just want clothes Taehyung, I don’t really care what they look like.”

He stopped at one of the doors you had passed to get to the library. “We keep a lot of extra clothes here. It sounds stupid I know. To have a whole room full of extra things. But there are so many spaces in this house.” You didn’t know why he was over explaining it , or why he had a soft blush on his cheeks. But he disappeared into the room and emerged only a few seconds later with an outfit for you. A black flowing shirt and shorts. That was it.

“Thanks” you reached for the clothes and froze for a moment as your hands brushed. There was a tension growing between you and Taehyung and you couldn’t really fathom why. “Could you…bring me back to my room? I can’t remember where it is.” That was a blatant lie, and you could tell he knew. “Of course.”

You walked back in silence. Your mind was racing, you had met this man today, only a few hours back. And here you were acting like a schoolgirl dealing with her first crush. There was no denying that Taehyung was handsome. But why where you so attracted to him so instantly? Why did you feel like you were head over heels for a man you barely knew? And dare you say it? He seemed to be too.

“Here we are my dear. Remember it’s the 4th door on your right.” You nodded. “Taehyung before you go, who else is up here.” You opened your bedroom door and the paused, leaning against the door frame to look at him. “We all sleep up here, Jungkook, Namjoon and I. Namjoon is that door Right there.” He turned and pointed at the door that was parallel to yours. “Jungkook is right there.” Be pointed two doors down from you. “And lastly, I’m right there.” He pointed to the room that was across from Jungkook’s.

“Thank you, it’s good to know I’m not all alone up here. I never did well with sleeping alone. After my mother’s death I mean. It haunts me still but knowing you three are close by comforts me a bit. After she was gone It was just...me and my father sharing a home.” You trembled slightly, memories you started to block out coming to surface for a Moment.

You glanced at Taehyung again. There was pity in his eyes. As if he was looking at a wounded animal. You didn’t like pity. But for some reason Taehyung's sad look made your heart swell in that moment. It had been so long since someone seemed concerned about your well being. “We can talk in my room tonight after dinner my dear. I feel there are things you need to get off your chest. And I will gladly be an open ear.” You were about to thank him for the sweet gesture when he caught you off guard.

He leaned forward, lips pressing timidly, then confidently to your forehead. It was a promise. “Get dressed and relax, I’ll come get you when dinner is ready.” You nodded, slowly backing into your room before shutting the door and falling against it.

“I must be dreaming. This is all too strange for me.” You couldn’t fathom how smoothly your plan was going. Your father fully believed you were dead. So he wouldn’t be looking for you. You stumble into hell with absolutely nothing and meet Taehyung. One of the seven sins and right hand man of the king himself. And he is as sweet as pie? He took you in and welcomed you to his home? No way. This was a dream. And the kiss on the forehead was most definitely the deal breaker.

You dressed quickly before laying on the plush bed. “I’ll just close my eyes. And when I wake up, this sweet dream will have ended and I’ll be back in my miserable home.” You didn’t want it to be true. But you were so skeptical at this point. You closed your eyes, slowly waiting for sleep to take you. After a few moments your breathing relaxed and you fell asleep.

“You like them don’t you taehyung.” Namjoon’s eyes were trained on the book before him. Spells in mixes of Korean, Latin , english and runes swirled before his eyes. Taehyung never understood how his older brother could focus so intently on such things while still holding a conversation. “They are an interesting brother. I’m attracted to such pretty and unique things.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “You’re just as bad as Hoseok.”

“I’m not lusting after them.” There was a defensive tone to his voice that made namjoon look up. “Then what are you doing?” Taehyung seems puzzled by this question. Did he even know what he was doing? I mean he kissed your forehead for fuck sake. That most certainly wasn’t a platonic thing. “You kissed them didn't you.” This snapped taehyung out of his thoughts. “Just on the forehead…”

“You’re acting as if you just found your mate taehyung.” Taehyung scrunched his nose, arms folding defensively. “As if…” Namjoon leaned back in the chair this time, sliding his glasses off his face and resting them on top of the book. “You’ve been obsessed with them since the first time you saw them wandering down here. Taehyung , you’re head over heels for them and you just officially met … what three-four hours ago?”

Taehyung was at a loss, namjoon took his silence as a way to continue. “You would have killed them cold blood taehyung. The moment you saw them. You know you would have. But something about them is tugging at your cold heart. Damnit Taehyung you are falling in love with someone you barely know. And you know this. So don’t try and act tough now.”

Taehyung sunk into a velvety soft chair. His brother was telling the honest to god truth yet he was struggling to fully accept it. “Maybe...maybe they are my mate.” Namjoon leaned forward now, hands clasping together. “You know it is impossible, for a child of light to have a destined mate that is a child of dark.”

“But what if, they were meant to be a child of dark. I mean look at us Joon. We are searching for ways to transform them. They want to be one of us to avenge their mother. They want to kill their father. They are meant to be one of us. We need them.” Namjoon stared intently at taehyung. Trying his best to wrap his mind around the possibility that the nonsense taehyung just spilled might actually make perfectly logical sense. “Has this ever happened before in our history Joon?” Taehyung’s voice was meek now. Like a child who was afraid to disappoint.

“I… I’m not sure Tae. I could ask dad but…” taehyung shot upright “don’t tell dad. This is my responsibility.” Namjoon nodded. “There is only one other person I could ask… grandmother may know.” This women wasn’t actually their grandmother. But she was a wise old soul, if anyone would know it would be her. “In fact. I’ll go see her tomorrow. All three of us can. It would save me the headache of these books.” Taehyung sighed at that. “Perfect.”

Just then the library door opened. “Dinner is on the table and our brothers have just arrived. You better go get y/n” Jungkook left as quickly as he came, shouting for Seokjin to not eat all the food before the rest could get there. “I’ll go wake y/n.” Namjoon nodded at him, watching him get up from his chair and briskly walk out the door.

“What the hell has he gotten us into…”

#bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts angst #bts angel au #bts au #bts fanfic #bts stuff #bts smut #bts fluff #bts scenarios #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader

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ok friends sit down as I talk about my most beloved franchise on the face of the Earth:

B-PROJECT

I think it's super obvious by now that B-Project (Kodou*Ambitious, Zecchou*Emotion, and Kaikan Everyday ((even tho I don't play it oof))) is....very special to me

But like,, I never gave an exact reason why? I just scream about it in the tags

Well, this is going to be a post about some of the small and big things i absolutely about my 14 idol boys and their super cute A&R!

This is long so uhh have fun reading! 💕

•The characters: they're so unique and individually stick out in their own ways. Goushi and his temper, Momotaro and his mom habits, Mikado and his nerdiness, it goes on.

It's just so great. After you know them a bit you feel yourself get attached (I've seen it happen thrice) and you want to know more about them. The extroverts aren't all the same and they don't have the same habits (i.e. Yuuta is a literal puppy but Haruhi has a social swag that makes him different) Same with the introverts!

They're pretty realistic in some of their reactions as well. Miroku tries to be perfect and it doesn't work bc it's too good so Kento needs to teach him charm. Ryuji is genuinely surprised when Tsubasa shows concern for him and Tomohisa. There's a few examples but they all make the characters more loveable.

The music: you look me dead in the eyes and tell me that NONE–not a single note out of the 50+ songs–of the B-Project songs are even DECENT. I dare you. I will fight you.

↓one of my personal favorites

The music is just...beyond me. They really know how to hit you in the Zecchou emotions

One song like lonely fangs can hype you up to where you feel like you can climb mountains and well, discover a new world Whereas another song like love☆revolu can make you feel like you're in a romantic getaway and the wind is blowing you in the right path

The seiyuus do a fantabulous job at singing and keeping their character simultaneously too (cough happy ending cough)

Also the songs are just straight up bops like???? please listen to them

When you really give it a chance, it feels like you're a part of their world and you can just jam out

The MC, Tsubasa Sumisora: This one is more aimed towards the anime since she isn't present in the games(?)

I've seen people throw serious shade at Tsubasa for 'getting in the way of their yaoi.' Gonna be real for a good moment:

Shut the fuck up.

If that's all you care about when watching B-Pro then guess what, you ain't getting it. This is about them wanting to make it big. Not getting it on. Go away.

Tsubasa is just an absolute joy and a sweetheart. Not only does she genuinely care for the boys (^see point abt Ryuji being surprised by it), she tries her diddly darn hardest at her job

After Yashamaru leaves she keeps herself together and doesn't let his threats shake her up. she gives it her all to get the boys to the top

Shes also very pretty as well. Her design is simple but she sticks out in her own way to me <3 she can be dramatic at times (more in S1) but I take it as that she was still adjusting to her job

The seiyuus/voice actors:I'll keep this one short. If I could hug these guys I really, really would

They're just the best and I'm so thankful that they make the liveshows happen and give the fans a fun time performing

They really do a superb job voicing the boys and singing the songs. B-Pro wouldn't be possible w/o these guys they're the really MVPs

Also they give us silly things like this:

Toyonaga is always just,,,,the crazy one it cracks me up while Kato is just as handsome and stylish. Hanae is a sweetie sjdjdj

I love that they're all friends and stuff

Small random things: its almost over i promise

The respect Tsubasa gets in the workplace and from the boys

The subtle, not in your face ship fanservice. (@anime-music-ships knows what I mean hehe)

THE FANSERVICE IN GENERAL—they literally spoon feed us I'm 😫😭😭🙏🏽💕❤️❤️✨

The SSR cards/CGs: they're BEAUTIFUL holy shiiiiiit

Each group's 'theme', their color schemes and outfits are just 💋 MUAH BEAUTIFUL

The boys' friendships and how they all get along well

Kitakore's super cliche but so romantic backstory

The fact Kento wore JEAN SHORTS for his debut

THANK YOU UTAKO YUKIHIRO FOR DESIGNING THESE BAD BOYS ✨✨🙏🏽😭

there's a lot I love but my brain don't work so good so uhhh let's wrap it up shall we?

Look, this franchise means a hell of a lot to me and I just wanted to manifest my thoughts into one long post

It's not that popular in the west and I kind of wish it was. But at the same time it feels like MY thing—the thing that makes me feel like, well, ME

It's just a big bundle of good things that can make you smile when you're sad or dance when you're bored

It might be kind of an underdog within the idol community (at least IMO) but I will always love it with open arms

These boys are more than just crafts to please a female audience

They are my friends Jk, they're wonderful beings and a group with loads of potential

*sticks pinky in the air* for B-Project ❤️

tagging some b-pro friends bc why not SHARE THE LOVE:

@wishiwasfictionaltoo @scarletlion94 @colaloli @sutekihappiness @itarucchi @trulipan

#b project kaikan everyday #b project zecchou emotion #b project kodou ambitious #b project #idol anime #long post #nana's last braincells #finally posting this in celebration for the new albums!!!!#had this written since june #💕♥️❤️!!

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Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Bubbles The Blue”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written and Storyboarded by: Caitlin Vanarsdale, Angela Zhang

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

No Eiffel 65 jokes here. Or Lord of the Rings.

This episode deals with a serious topic. While I had this interpretation since I first watched this episode, one of the head writers outright said it on their Twitter.

But anyway, here's a dolphin running into a wall. It is not that indicative of the rest of the episode.

Blossom: (with no sarcasm) Dolphins are sooo smart!

The joke is that animals are stupid. Buttercup gets into an argument with Blossom over whether or not dolphins can speak Spanish. Blossom and Buttercup decide to go to the animal expert: Bubbles. This may be a reference to Bubbles' ability to talk to animals, which I can appreciate. Also forgotten: this scene.

Just like the title says, Bubbles is blue. Not just in a "crying a lot" kind of way, but in a "lying in bed, circles under eyes, permanent frown" kind of way. Buttercup makes the assumption that she must be having a staring contest with the ceiling, but Bubbles corrects her and says that she's just sad today. The very thought of any emotion that isn't considered "bubbly" makes them shocked.

As in, "make another silly face inspired by those silly storyboards" shocked. At this point, it's just the show's style to have these faces. It does give PPG 2016 a style not a lot of cartoons have, but I would say there is a reason for that. They ask Bubbles various questions to why she's so sad. Is she tired? No. Is she bored? No. Is she hungry? No.

To be more specific, Buttercup pulls out a living chicken and a blowtorch. See, since Bubbles is too busy moping throughout the entirety of this episode, Buttercup gets to take over the job of doing the "so random" jokes. I didn't think this one was that bad, but I prefer the line that comes right after this.

Blossom: Are you sad because you keep thinking about your place in society, as the eyes of everyone looking to you for guidance begins to weigh heavily on your young soul, only to realize you were just one of the many leaves bending to the will of the wind in a never-ending race with the cruel mistress that is time, an illusionistic prison created by man, shackling us all to the dream we call life?

If you needed a signature quote for some social media site that still uses them, here's the best attempt at one I've seen out of this show. Bubbles just answers no to this, while Buttercup's jaw is dropped. One of the few subtle jokes with Buttercup, as I can now appreciate. Eventually, they get scared. Not because Bubbles has a serious medical condition I did not think this show was capable of portraying...

...but because the Professor randomly pops up out of nowhere. He's here to show off his "soundless slippers". The episode grinds to a halt so they can show an informerical. Does it have anything to do with the plot? Will it actually amount to anything? Is it even funny? Much like the Powerpuff Girls' questions, the answer is no.

Before the Professor can contribute to the actual plot, the hotline-cellphone rings. I am glad to say this season uses the cellphone often enough that I can count episodes that actually use it on two hands rather than one.

We cut to what should have been the opening scene for this episode: a giant armadillo having anger issues threatening Townsville. This comes complete with helicopters trying to stop him; I'm actually kind of surprised Townsville even bothers with funding for that. Well, maybe they have some reason now considering the Powerpuff Girls' success rate with monster punches, but still. Blossom and Buttercup show up to give him the old punch that needs to be covered up with a hit flash. The Harmadillo rolls up into a ball, and they get an idea seemingly pulled straight out of the original.

They then play catch with the rolled up armadillo. The original would have had them use a telephone pole and a baseball mitt sign, which would be more creative, but they have aura powers now. Buttercup uses a baseball bat aura, because you can use that as a weapon. Blossom uses a pillow aura, because they still have to stick with Blossom's theme of "things you can find at HomeGoods and/or Office Depot".

They call out to Bubbles to join in on the fun, but she’s still on the ground, still sad. Blossom and Buttercup wonder why she can still be not bubbly if Bubbles is her name, because how dare she have any other emotions! To be fair to them, this is no ordinary sadness, as we'll soon see.

We go into a musical segment, where Blossom and Buttercup try to woo that “sadness” with her favorite things. Blossom shows her Octi, a tea party, and other cute things…

...while Buttercup shows gross things like lint from a laundromat. I'll give them credit for the use of stock images this time; it enhances the contrast between the sensible items and the one from the new wacky girl.

This also plays into a theme with the episode. Both of them don't understand Bubbles' sadness, and try to use their own ways to try to "cure" it. What they do is not too far off from examples of what not to do when trying to help someone with depression. This doesn't seem out of character to me, because this could show their inexperience. I mean, they are just little kids, after all.

With the mindset of a little kid, their next assumption is that someone did this to her. Buttercup goes to Discount Jojo's place, and punches him right out of the shower. This scene reminds me that I could be watching Telephonies instead. Jojo does interrupt his lines to remind the viewer that while it's not his fault, he does think it would be a great idea. There's no foreshadowing here, it's just for the viewer to know that Jojo is still a villain, despite everything else.

Blossom also uses the idea that someone did this to Bubbles, but does it in a different way. She falls a little more into the example that these symptoms must be the result of something personal, which it is not.

Specifically, Blossom thinks it is her own fault as she gives her apology letter after apology letter, despite Bubbles outright telling her that she didn't do anything. This "I'm sorry for remaking the bed" one is the only one we actually see; either that one was the only idea they could think of, or they wasted all of their talent on the wacky Buttercup jokes.

Speaking of which, Buttercup then shows up with a happy ray gun. Thankfully, it doesn't work like the happy rays from the dancing lobsters from Painbow, it just puts a silly costume on whoever it shoots. Essentially, it's an attempt to try to hide the problem, and it doesn't work.

In an unrelated note, Blossom asks her where she got the ray gun in the first place, and we cutaway to a scene where Buttercup threatens Discount Jojo with a knuckle sandwich. This is far beyond "rascal" and more into "Him possession". In fact, how come Discount Jojo was the first villain they thought of when it comes to playing with people's emotions? It could have been Him, or Alle...yeah, maybe it was Jojo.

The Puffs in the wrong continue to ramble to Bubbles until they get interrupted by that running gag of the soundless slippers. We finally get to see the payoff to that, and it is just as great as the gag was.

Buttercup: (zaps the slippers) No.

Professor: Aww! My slippers!

Annoying thing happens constantly, Buttercup makes it go bye bye, joke over. It is better than nothing, which is how most of the running gags seem to end in this show, so at least I could give it that.

Blossom starts complaining to the Professor about her sad sister, and even pulls out the “she’s only doing this for attention” line. Unlike Buttercup's antics, Blossom's terrible reasoning of someone suffering from depression is realistic. Honestly, it shows that she is just as terrible as the new wacky girl when dealing with this. Who can possibly do something good with this?

Ultimately, it's the older and wiser that ends up being the voice of reason in this. This episode features a sadly rare occurence that the Professor actually acting like the respectful father figure he should be, being the voice of reason to his children. Even the soundless slippers gag plays into the "inventor" angle they have been, which is far closer to his character in the original than the "out of touch Sitcom Dad" I am far too familiar with.

Unfortunately, Blossom and Buttercup aren't there to witness this, as they are too busy with the Harmadillo again. Having been fed up about his constant whining, they decide that the best way to deal with him is to have Blossom tie him up in an aura net. Maybe it's a hammock, I don't know. They then make a combined aura of a stapler with a knife attached to the end. Considering we can't even show someone getting punched in this series unless its the girls getting punched, someone has to stop them.

It just so happens to be Bubbles, having her spirits slightly lifted from "not doing anything" by what is implied to be a speech from the father figure. Because the Harmadillo is having some emotional issues of his own, they are able to bond with each other. It may seem like this was a missed opportunity for the "talking to animals" power, but it would have done more harm than good.

Because Buttercup can't let a touching scene be, she starts to panic over the disease spreading. She then makes a chainsaw aura, persumably to cut both the armadillo and her own sister into little bits. I stand corrected: there is a worse way to deal with depression than telling them they're only doing it for attention. Blossom stops her, and tells her that maybe the real problem is that they decided not to listen to her. What an understatement.

This episode almost ends with this shot, which is a very good way to end an episode about feelings. It’s a quiet moment of them looking at the ocean. Before this episode, PPG 2016 seemingly had no clue on how to end an episode with a calm moment. Unfortunately, this episode does not disprove that.

Buttercup: I’m bored, what are we looking at?

(Blossom punches Buttercup into the water)

A deserved punishment, sure, but it was completely unnecessary. We can only hope the oceans also acts as holy water.

Does the title fit?

The title works as a pun; Bubbles happens to be the blue one, and she’s feeling blue.

How does it stack up?

I knew we were going to get some sort of "special episode" on a serious topic, and even the original can fail at such episodes. In the case of this episode, Bubbles The Blue actually handles the topic rather well, far better than I would ever expect out of this show.

There are problems that prevent this from being among the absolute least worst episodes; the episode had a tendency to repeat itself, the soundless slippers gag never amounted to anything, and Buttercup's antics are disturbing at worst and unnecessary at best.

Despite that, this episode goes in directions few reboot episodes do, and I have to commend it for that.

Next, I don't think Mary Poppins could fix this reboot's problems.

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