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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Highschool sweethearts₊︶꒷꒦︶
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Pairing: Yandere! BTS Jimin x reader. [ Master list ]
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Summary: You caught the attention of the highschool sweetheart.
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Warnings: Yandere themes, Kidnapping, use of Chloroform, Possessive and manipulating behaviour, Peer pressure, controlling behaviour.
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It was finally happening. It was the end of the school year, and Jimin was finally graduating. You were more happy about it than he was, as now you won't have to face him in school anymore.
He was in his senior year of high school while you were in your junior year. Everything was fine, until one day you caught the attention of the sweetest guy in high school. Or at least that's what everyone says he is.
You at first liked him, he was gentle, handsome and popular but never once did he act coldly towards anyone. He would even stand up to those who would get bullied. He was the embodiment of kindness and everyone loved him, even teachers and staff.
And that was what made you helpless.
You could never forget that day, and Jimin made sure that you never will.
Oh, how you wished you never participated in that damned dance competition that your high school organised.
It was the start of the year when the dance competition was announced. You were pretty thrilled to participate as dancing was one of the things you felt confident in. The teacher that was in charge of organizing loved your enthusiasm as you were one of the first people to participate from your year.
You got the second prize in the female category while Jimin got the first prize in male. And in the general category, you got the first prize, a tie between you and Jimin.
You walked up to the stage as you bowed down to the hosts and Jimin, as he was your senior, before taking your certificate and shared trophy. Your hand brushed against his as you both held the trophy, standing close to each other as the photographer took a photo of you both.
Walking off the stage, Jimin caught your hand in his, making you turn around.
"Oh, um, can I have your number? To discuss who should take this trophy, of course." He chuckled nervously, smiling at you as he blushed slightly.
You, of course, were smitten by him. With how cute he looked as he asked you, reminding you of an innocent child asking their parents for something sweetly.
Oh, how wrong you were.
OlYou nodded as you gave him your number without any second thoughts.
Oh, that was one of your many mistakes. Your fate was already sealed.
After that, you and Jimin decided to keep the trophy at your house.
You and Jimin started to chat everyday, to the point that you both were constantly texting each other and talking to each other in real life.
It was almost like a dream! A dream come true!
Oh, but nightmares are dreams too, sweetheart.
It started out small, but soon enough, you started to notice how Jimin was constantly trying to manipulate you. You, at first, thought that perhaps you were being paranoid as Jimin was too nice to do such a thing! And even your best friend agreed when you told her about it. But after a while, it became clear. Jimin was not only manipulative, but also possessive. And when you realised it, it was too late.
You blocked him after confronting him about it several times, and every time he denied such a thing until you had enough and blocked him, but it was hard because having to face him in school everyday was a pain in your ass. Him constantly making a big show of how sorry he was in front of everyone and you had to accept his apology under peer pressure. You had no one. Even your best friend didn't believe you.
And soon enough, you barely talked to anyone but Jimin. And when you weren't talking to Jimin, you were only allowed to talk to females, not that you mind, but the more you obeyed his rules, the more overbearing he started to act. He became too obsessed.
Oh, and didn't I mentioned that you both weren't even dating yet? Ah, yes, that's right, sweetie! You both were still friends! But that all changed that day.
It was the early August, the rain was pouring heavily, and you were walking out from detention. It was the first time you ever got detention and for what? Even you don't know. You walked up to your homeroom to get your books from your locker.
Petals fell over your head from the bucket over the door as you opened it, your eyes widened as your friends, classmates, seniors and even some teachers stood in front of you. The whole classroom was decorated and there was even a cake on a desk. But what made you more shocked was Jimin. He was in the middle, kneeling down as he held a bouquet of flowers in his hands before he asked you to be his girlfriend.
That was it, your fate was officially sealed yet again.
You should've said no, and you would've said no if it wasn't for the peer pressure, and Jimin knew it.
Almost everyone was chanting, "Say yes! Say yes!" While you stood there in shock and horror. Before muttering a small "Yes", while trying not to cry. Everyone thought that you were so touched that you got emotional, but only one person knew that your tears weren't of joy, they were of horror. And that person was Jimin.
He smiled sweetly at you as he wrapped his arms around you before kissing the top of your head while whispering, "You're mine." In your ears as you shivered in his arms.
A shiver ran down your shine as Jimin gently shook your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. Jimin smiling face greeted you as he stood in front of you with a rose. He wanted to get the trophy back and you agreed, wanting to get rid of that damned thing as soon as possible as it kept reminding you of your cursed fate. But fews days after prom, he suddenly asked you to take it back, saying that he doesn't want it anymore. You tried to refuse, not wanting to keep that reminder with you anymore and not wanting to meet him either. But he kept insisting, to the point it almost sounded like he was begging you and you agreed to take it back, wanting him to stop calling and texting you every other minute just to beg pathetically.
Oh, you shouldn't have given in, sweetie.
He was standing there with a creepy grin on his face. There is something off about him right now. 'Its probably because of the surrounding...' you thought. Jimin called you to the usual "secret" place that you both made as your "personal hang out place", it was night time now and you are in a forest, not deep but still far enough for no one to notice you both. Jimin first took you here when you were having troubles concentrating, the woods were peaceful, it helped a lot and you wanted to keep this place a secret because you don't want people to come here and make it noisy.
"Sweetheart, I have been waiting for this moment for such a long time..." You looked at him, confused as to why he was looking forward to return the trophy.
He chuckled as he stepped closer to you before pulling you into a hug. He caressed your cheeks gently, he had a handkerchief in his hand and for some reason, it was wet.
You leaned away in disgust as the wet handkerchief touched your face. It wasn't uncommon for Jimin to roam around with a handkerchief, he had a habit of carrying one with him almost everywhere.
"Jimin, the fuc-", you were cut off as he pushed the handkerchief against your mouth and nose, covering it completely. You looked at him alarmed as your hands tried to push him away. You scratched him, tried to push him away, held your breath as much as you could, kicked him, pushed your body against his. You tried it all.
All you could remember was Jimin whispering in your ear sweetly, "You're mine, now no one can take you away from me. No one, even you."
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Into Eternity chapter 4
SUMMARY: A surprise visit from a not so okay person
WORDS: 2.6K
CONTENT: Blood
NOTE: Sorry this took so long, I no longer have an editor so I'm just going to post them without editing them who cares lol.
TAGLIST: @ceshacat @irishbelle34 @scarlet2007
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The days passed and nights seemed to span an eternity. Red hood had not yet returned, you hated yourself for that.
In those days you found yourself locked in your apartment, the psychological effects of the detox were starting to get to you, in all that time you forced yourself to stay where you were. If you roamed free you would only be a liability to yourself.
When the psychological effects weren't as bad anymore, you began to fully traverse the apartment other than your bathroom and back.
In that time you realized that Red Hood had become a fond figure in your head, that there was a part of you that hoped and yearned for him to come back, to distract you. That's what he really was, a distraction.
Sometimes you'd sit on the fire escape long enough that the snow falling from the sky layered you in a fine white coat. But you'd wait, watching the sky for his return.
Realization hit you like a brick wall, he was the only one helping you over. Not only did he spare your life, he helped you in a time of need and helped you when you couldn't help yourself.
He wasn't an asshole and he wasn't trying to make you miserable, he was just trying to help.
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A loud banging on the window startles you, jumping and turning, you're met with an unsightly grim figure.
There at the window was the very man you've been waiting for.
His hair sticks out underneath the helmet, its faceplate is retracted. Blood spills from a split on his lips and half of the eye mask underneath is missing.
Blood spills from his forehead and over his eye. Clutched as his side is his bloody hand covering a nasty wound.
Racing to the window you pull at the stiff sill. At first you struggle against it before it breaks free and slides up.
"Ohmygod." You gasp.
Reaching out, you grab his free arm. Pulling his upper body through, you wrap an arm around his back with his arm thrown over your shoulder.
It's hard to carry half his weight, you struggle to get him across the apartment. Noticing this, he attempts to lighten the load and grunts in pain. The cut on his leg is deep and painful.
With a grunt you gently set him on the toilet and flick on the light. He leans back against the tank, his head lolling around on his shoulders.
"What happened?"
Hastily, you throw open cabinets and drawers looking for a kit of any kind that could help.
He babbles incoherently at you, just looking at him makes your heart stutter in fear.
His hand grasps as a massive cut on his side, various cuts litter other places, and the cut on his leg makes you wince. He looks ashen.
"Just stay awake for me okay?" You beg as you grab a dirty shirt from the bathroom floor and rip a piece from it.
Raising the cloth, you offer it to him. He lazily glances at it.
"Please, press this as hard as you can against that cut." You point to the cut on his side and place the cloth in his hand.
After ripping another strip from your shirt you tie it around the cut on his leg. He hisses in pain, you wince knowing that you're hurting him.
Standing back up you open up the mirror and grab the rubbing alcohol from inside along with cotton swabs. Setting them on the counter you rush into your mother's room.
A recall of a homemade stitch kit made you light up with hope, it was around here somewhere.
There, hidden under the edge of the bed is where you find it. Leaning down and grasping it you turn to race back to the bathroom.
Grabbing the cotton swabs and alcohol you settle on the floor beside him. Opening the kit and taking the alcohol, you screw the cap open. Taking one of the cotton swabs you douse it in the rubbing alcohol.
Jason eyes you quietly from above as you undo the cloth around his leg.
Pressing the swab against the open would he hisses through his teeth, clenching his eyes shut in pain while you shakily swipe at the blood.
The formerly white cotton is now stained pink as you set it down beside you on the floor. Now that it's sterilized, you can bandage it. It's a short process, but by the time it's finished you find the anxiety creeping up on you.
The rest of the wounds would be a breeze, Red hood could even do them himself but the most daunting one of all was on his side. That, he will need help with.
Seeing you eye the hand on his side, he removes it, allowing the bloodied shirt to fall from the floor. He decides to take his mask off for this one.
Taking another cotton swab and pouring the alcohol on it, you raise your hand. At first you swipe around the edges, just cleaning up the blood; Red Hood seems unbothered by this but for what comes next you feel nervous.
Taking another swab and repeating the process you softly swipe at the wound itself. Red hood throws his head back in pain, a few curses falling from his lips.
Your stomach churns as you glance between the cut and his face. This is a sickly sight.
Tossing the dirty cotton swab to the side you look at the kit beside you on the floor. Despite knowing how to do the first part mostly okay, stitching was not a strong suit. Mother swore she would teach you before she passed but she never got the opportunity.
Maybe you should have finished highschool and become a doctor, you think.
Red Hood notices your hesitant state, the anxiety written all over your face.
"D'you don't know how to stitch?" He croaked.
Realizing you had spaced out staring at the kit, you look back up at him, your eyes wide with surprise.
"No." You admit as you fish your phone from your pocket. "I'll figure it out though, just relax."
He stares at you for a moment longer, the look of concentration falling over your face making him shake his head. Despite the pain he's in, he seems to find a comfort in being around you that makes it hurt just that much less.
A sparkle shimmers in your eyes as you find what seems like the right video for the job. Placing your phone on the floor and watching carefully you follow every single step.
First gather the tools, then prep, and lastly begin. Taking the needle you start at the very edge of the cut, piercing through the edge of the flesh makes you cringe. Your gut bubbles furiously and your mouth grows hot.
Red hood inhales sharply above you, watching tentatively.
Pulling it through and to the other side you repeat the other way and so on so forth, until you reach the end. Releasing a deep breath you switch hands, taking a moment to shake off the sweat on your palm. There's only one more stitch left to put in before you pull it tight and tie it off.
The concentration has worn off and your hands shake again. He depends on you to do this, it's such a simple task now that it's almost over. You should be able to do it yet your chest grows heavy and your throat grows dry. No matter how many times you swallow nothing works. Breathing becomes a labor and you find yourself close to tears. The realization that he's at your hands is too much to bare.
"It's ok, you're doing great." He praises from above.
Looking up you freeze in shock. Looking down at you without the mask or helmet was a man with emerald green eyes and jet black hair accompanied by a snow white streak in the front.
He smiles reassuringly at you with a soft look adorning his features.
"I'm gonna be okay, you don't have to worry. You're doing a great job."
Your breath hitches in your throat as you take a moment to soak this in. His eyes are deep and rich. The most green you've ever seen. It doesn't take long to get lost in them.
Realizing you spaced out, you suck in a deep breath and pull the last stitch through. Tightening and tying it down you cut the string from the needle and begin to gather everything up.
Putting the kit under the sink and cleaning up the used cotton swabs, you begin working your way at the cut on his lips and the cut above his eye.
Thankfully they aren't as bad as the one at his side but they do require you to be close. It's hard to look away as you swab at the blood on his face, you're so close you can hear him shudder every time you swipe at a cut.
Moving over to the sink with the rag in your hands you begin to run the cold water over it, squeezing the blood from inside of it.
"Thanks for the help." He mutters as he looks at you, a soft distant gaze on his face.
"You almost died. So don't thank me." You reply coldly. You feel quite the opposite however. "I'm just glad you're okay now."
Dropping the towel in the sink and drying off your hands, you step in front of the man.
"C'mon, I'll help you to the couch."
He raises his arm, allowing you to help him stand. With one arm over your shoulder and your arm around back, he limps out of the bathroom with you.
Grunting in pain, he huffs. You cringe internally as you stop in front of the couch, softly lowering him onto the cushions.
"Thank you." He groans out as you stand.
He lets his head fall back against the couch, his eyes closed. The burn in his leg makes his muscles tense, he groans in pain again.
"I'll get you some Tylenol." You say. Making your way into the kitchen, you pull open a cabinet and pull a glass down. Just before you step over to the sink, he speaks.
"I'm sorry for just showing up like this, but you were closer to me than home was."
Sighing, you fill the glass with water and grab a Tylenol from the counter. "At least you're not dead."
He chuckles smoothly from the couch as you turn and make your way over.
"I know, you saved my ass. So, again thanks. I know I was kind of a prick at first so the fact that you willingly helped me is enough."
You sit down beside him. "What did I say about thanking me Red-" He interrupts you.
"Jason…just call me Jason from now on. Okay?"
He smiles at you before grabbing the glass from your hand. Opening his other palm you drop the pill into it.
Leaning his head back he pops it into his mouth and chugs damn near the whole glass.
Just watching him feels surreal, there's really a one in billion chance that a vigilante will come to a random person for help.
Finishing the glass off with a sigh, Jason holds it out for you to take.
"Thanks." He says as you take it from his hand and place it on the coffee table in front of the couch. You hum in response but ultimately fall quiet.
With Shaky breath you fully lean back against the couch, letting your eyes fall shut. You can feel every part of you shaking as you sit there trying to calm your nerves.
Jason's gruff voice from beside you interrupts you.
"I see you enjoy the jacket." He motions to the tan fabric with a sly smile.
You glance at him briefly before leaning your head back once more and closing your eyes.
"You gave it to me for this reason." You jab. There's a brief pause before he speaks again.
"You know," his voice sounds clearer now. "I thought you didn't want me here?"
A teasing edge in his voice makes you open your eyes. Turning to look at him you're met with his face only inches from yours, a smug smile plastered on it.
"You bleed out and you're annoying me already."
You lift your hand and push his face back. The smile on his face grows even wider, immediately after regret fills your soul. Wet warmth spreads over your palm making you squeal in disgust.
"Ew! You ass!" You yell as you violently rub your slobber covered palm on his shoulder. "Take it back!" You cry.
He chuckles, a groan of pain coming shortly after. You stop and look at him with worry.
"You okay?" You ask with baited breath.
He inhales slowly, allowing himself to relax before breathing out.
"Yeah, yeah. Laughing hurts I guess." He dismisses your worry, making you release a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding.
"What happened?"
Jason's brows raise slightly. "The wounds?" He inquires You nod.
He looks away for a moment, his silence building the anticipation. You almost want to shake the answer out of him.
"I was following a lead I had on that drug bust from last month." He furrows his brows. "It was a Ten. V. One." Just as his silence begins to grow unbearable he turns to face you again. A fake pout on his lips.
"Quite unfair if you ask me, I mean c'mon, I know I'm a force to be reckoned with but they did me dirty." He begins to complain.
Your face falls and you cross your arms, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes narrowed. After all that build up he just brushes it off like it's nothing.
"What?" He asks.
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Leaning up against the side of the couch you sleepily gazed up at Jason. At this point he's talking to himself, you stopped listening a while ago. Not that his stories aren't interesting, quite the contrary. However, sleep was getting a hold on you and light was beginning to peek through the curtains.
Despite wanting to admire him for longer you sit up with a yawn and stretch.
"Are you staying here?" You ask sluggishly.
He nods his head. "Unless you want me to leave again. yes I'll be staying. Why?"
Putting your feet on the floor you rub your tired eyes and stand. "I'm tired,"--you stretch againn--"you should be too."
He shrugs. "I've stayed up for longer."
You snort at his response and roll your eyes. "Sure. I'll go grab you a blanket."
You feel there's an irony to this as you walk into your room and open the closet door. First he took care of you and now here you are taking care of him. Leaning over you scoop the blanket off the pile on the floor and stand back up.
Kicking the door closed, you hobble back out into the living room and drop the blanket over top of him.
He smiles sweetly at your tired face. "Thank you for everything tonight and for letting me stay. I owe you."
The sincerity in his voice is hard to miss, hearing him act so humble after listening to hours of bragging was quite a contrast.
"Nah, you don't. Just go to sleep. G'night." Giving him a small wave you turn to retire to bed.
"Good night, sleep well." He says
"You too." You call back before shutting your door and collapsing onto your bed.
Jason, who had been a pain in your ass for days on end turned out to be a lot different than you thought he was. His sarcastic comments and charismatic personality made it difficult to dislike him now.
In the end all he was doing was trying to help you and you fought so hard against it. At least now you could apologize by helping him out.
Though it seems far fetched to befriend a vigilante.
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Rivers and Roads
A Lokixfem!reader Fic
Word Count: 3.7k
Part 14/16
Trigger Warnings at the end of the fic
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“To ensure that whoever possesses it, understands its power; The Stone demands a sacrifice.”
The words you had been dreading to hear since you realized what you would have to do were finally said. You had been suppressing your terror and anxiety since the idea first came to you. Yet, as you stood at the edge of the cliff on Voromir, overlooking its barren yet strangely beautiful landscape, you found that you also felt relief. It was almost over, everything you’d done had led up to this moment and you would make sure you saw it through. You didn’t have any other options.
“In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. A soul for a soul.”
It took all your willpower to turn around, you knew as soon as you saw Loki, that brief sense of relief would vanish.
“I accept the stone’s demand.” Your voice wavered as you saw the realization dawn on Loki’s face, quickly replaced by a spark of rage, of betrayal.
“You knew.” He hissed, taking a few steps forward, “You knew you lied to everyone, you lied to me. Did you really think I would let you sacrifice one of us? And for what? They’ve all been dead for five years, let them stay that way!”
You took a careful step back towards the cliff and he halted his advance, panic fleeting across his face, “I never planned on sacrificing you, they still need you, Thor still needs you. You’ve seen the shape that he’s in, it would tear the last part of his heart away if he lost you too.”
You were right, that moment on the hill at New Asgard had been the first time you’d seen him hopeful in five years, you couldn’t go back and tell him that his last family member had died. You couldn’t snuff out his spark like that.
“I don’t give a damn what my brother needs,” He growled, his fists clenching at his sides.
You chuckled humourlessly, “We both know that’s a lie.”
He clenched his jaw, “You know I can stop you, you aren’t strong enough to overpower me. I’ve proven that on many occasions.”
“I know,” You said, palms turned up in an effort to display trust and openness, “but before you try, will you at least hear me out?”
“Nothing you could say would make me let you fall to your death for some stupid rock.” He spat, his face contorting with disgust, “Do you really think so little of me that you believe I would allow this lunacy?”
“Please, Loki, let me explain.”
His jaw clenched as though it took all his effort not to spit back a retort. You took that as a go-ahead or as much of one as you were going to get.
“You brought me here six years ago. You wanted answers on what your future held, but instead, you got me and my faulty memory of a movie series I’d watched.” You smiled sadly at him, “I couldn’t change anything, no matter what I did. I tried so hard but nothing got better. Ragnarok still happened, Thanos still snapped, and here we are, years later and I haven’t made a dent. I have nothing left to offer but this. I have to do this, I couldn’t let anyone else take the risk. Romanoff would have done it, but she’s sacrificed enough. She could have her family back, she deserves to live, to be happy, for once. You all do.”
“And you don’t?” He demanded. You didn’t say it, but the look in your eyes was enough for him to understand that you didn’t think you deserved that, not after all your failures, “And you did change something, you saved me.”
You blew out a shaky breath as you tried to hold back your tears, “I’m not meant to be here, this isn’t my world, you’ll all be fine without me, just like you were before. I chose this as my destiny.” You chuckled under your breath, “It’s my glorious purpose if you will.”
Anger flashed in his eyes, “That’s not funny.”
“Oh come on, Loki, I’m about to die,” Your voice broke and you choked back the ever-building sob in your throat, “Let me have this.”
He ground his teeth, “No.”
Whether that meant he wouldn’t let you have this or he wouldn’t let you die didn’t matter, you had to keep going. You took a step back towards the cliff’s edge, Loki moving with you.
“You have to let me go, you’ll be okay.” You promised, though you weren’t sure who you were trying to convince of this more; Loki or yourself.
“Princess,” He said so softly, so full of a deep and powerful emotion you won’t let yourself name for fear that you’d back out of your plan. The sound of your name as a plea on his lips shattered your heart into a million pieces and you stifled the sob that tried to pull itself from your throat. You had to do this, you couldn’t give up now, as much as you might want to.
“I won’t let you go. I need you…” He trailed off, opening his mouth as though he wanted to say more, before shutting it with a look of pain on his face. You saw it then, that subtle ripple in the air as he projected an image of himself while he went invisible. You knew he would do this, you knew him better than you’d like to admit, but you’d come prepared. He underestimated you and you had counted on that.
“Loki, please don’t do this.” Your eyes filled with tears as you felt his arms loop around your waist and up your back, hauling you securely against him as he pulled you away from the edge, spinning so it was his back to the cliff.
“I brought you to this world, I allowed you to come on this trip because you said it would be an easy puzzle that we could both solve, that you wanted to take the chance to see an alien planet with me. You didn’t think you could lie to the God of Lies and get away with it, did you?” His voice sounded so full of rage, but from the way his hands shook as they pressed flat against your back you knew it was to cover up the hurt and the terror he was too afraid to show.
You held back a shuddering sob, leaving your arms hanging limply at your sides. You knew he wouldn’t make it easy for you, but you had had no idea how much the thought of leaving him forever so that the lives of billions could go on would tear at your heart and soul. It was simple enough, in theory, one soul for so many, but it was your soul, and you had tied it so fiercely to the man holding you against him like a lifeline that it became difficult to see past his sad, sea-green eyes.
“I knew you’d figure it out sooner or later,” You laughed lightly in an attempt to cover your sobs but you ended up with hot tears streaming down your face as you subtly reached into the pocket of your pants and gripped the cold metal inside, “I also knew you’d try to stop me, but I can’t let you, the fate of billions of people depends on it.” You gripped the back of his leather outfit in one hand, the other bringing up the syringe you had hidden.
“Pray tell what a puny mortal like you could do against a God like me? Must we go back to keeping you in a cage?” His voice dripped with the venom he always used to cover up his true feelings, the ones he didn’t want anyone to know he had, but that had been painfully obvious to you from the moment you first saw him.
“You’re angry, and that’s okay, you can be angry with me.” You pulled back so you could look at his face creased with worry, you moved your hand that had been clenching his clothes to his cheek, brushing your finger of his smooth skin and released a shuddering breath as he leaned into your touch, his eyes desperately searching yours, “But I need you to know I’m not trying to abandon you, Loki, I wouldn’t be doing this if I had any other choice. You know me, you know I couldn’t condemn someone else to death.”
“Then you should have let me carry that burden. I would push them over the cliff myself if it meant you would be safe. They already see me as the villain, it wouldn’t make a difference to me.” He leaned forward so your foreheads touched, his skin was warm against yours, a reminder of the life you were giving up for yourself and yet giving to so many others.
“No.” You shook your head, “You are meant for so much more than that, more than this, more than me,” Your voice cracked and you had to stop before you let your terror break through the wall of emotions you were holding back.
“That’s not your choice to make.”
You smiled, a true, genuine smile, as you thought of how much he had changed since you first met him, how he’d gone from surviving to living. Those little moments together in your cottage in New Asgard were the reasons you were able to be in this moment, prepared to sacrifice your life, to undo what you hadn’t been able to see. You’d gotten so much more time with Loki than you could ever have imagined, and you were thankful for that gift.
“It’s your choice what you do with your future, just as my sacrifice will be my choice and mine alone.” Before he could react you brought the syringe down as fast as you could and jammed it into his backside, emptying the contents in one quick motion.
The flash of betrayal in his eyes broke your heart anew, you hated that you had done this to him.
His eyes widened, “What did you do.”
It wasn’t a question, it was an accusation.
“Like I said,” Your lips trembled as his grip on you slackened, “I knew you’d try to stop me, and I couldn’t let you. I came prepared.”
As his body went limp, you tried your best to catch him and ease him onto the floor. You may not have been the strongest person, and he was heavier than you’d anticipated, but you were able to clumsily bang up your knees on the hard rock surface to keep him from getting hurt.
His eyes fluttered as he tried to stay conscious, his breathing slowing as the drugs took effect.
“Princess,” He whispered, a last, desperate plea, and as much as it killed you to leave him like this, you knew what you had to do.
“I’m so sorry, Loki,” Your chest spasmed as the sobs you were trying so hard to hold back finally broke free. The tears streamed down your face in rivers as you gritted your teeth against the onslaught of anguish. “I wanted nothing more than to spend my life with you by my side,” You pursed your lips, your salty tears leaking into your mouth. “But I’m afraid that’s not in the cards for us.”
“Don’t leave me.” He begged, his eyes filling with tears as his body remained unresponsive to his wishes.
“I left you a note, it’s under my pillow.” You ignored his request, if you tried to answer you didn’t know if you’d have the strength to deny him. “I’m not good at saying how I feel, and maybe that makes me a coward for not telling you to your face, but for what it’s worth, I wouldn’t change a thing about the past six years, every moment with you was perfect.”
He groaned, a small sound of distress as his brain could no longer resist the drugs and he was swept away into unconsciousness. You stroked his cheeks with the back of your fingers, wiping away the few tears he had shed. Your body was wracked with sobs as you leaned forward, placing a light kiss soaked with tears on his forehead, “I’m sorry I never said it when you could hear it,” You whispered, “But I always loved you.”
It took everything you had to pull yourself away from him, you’d already taken enough time. You didn’t know how fast the drugs would wear off on a God, Stark hadn’t given you specifics, and you couldn’t risk him waking back up and stopping you, you only had one dose and even if you had more, you doubt he’d underestimate you again.
You stepped to the edge of the cliff, staring down at the rocky platform below. Your heart was hammering in your throat, your palms getting slick with sweat, your survival instinct screaming at you to step back.
“Will this work?” You asked the Red Skull without turning to look at him.
“The soul stone will accept your sacrifice.” The Red Skull confirmed, his voice carrying along the wind towards you.
You nodded, taking a deep and shaky breath, “Will he hate me for this?” You didn’t know why you asked. Comfort, maybe, or confirmation that you are doing the right thing. Whatever it was, even before the Red Skull answered, you know it wouldn’t be what you wanted to hear.
“I cannot see the future, it is up to you to decide if a negative outcome to Loki Laufeyson’s life is something you are willing to risk.”
You hastily wiped the tears off your cheeks as they rolled down and fell towards the open cliff face. He wouldn’t be alone, you may be gone, but he would always have Thor. You had to trust in his brother to look after him, and for Loki to make his own decisions. You hoped that your letter would help, though you knew your betrayal was not something he would get over quickly.
It was out of your hands, and it was time you stopped stalling.
You looked once more at Loki, your hands trembling as you took in as much of him as you could while you still had time. You wanted to say goodbye, but it didn’t feel right, you weren’t sure you could stomach the thought of never seeing him again, even though you knew that was what fate had in store for you. You settled on something less permanent, “Goodnight, Loki.”
You turned back towards the cliff edge, closing your eyes, and imagined a better time, a time when you and Loki could have made it through this, maybe spent some more time in New Asgard or explored other cities that Earth had to offer. You could have shown him the place you grew up, maybe you could have found some variant of your family there that would have jogged your memory. Wherever you would have gone, you would have wanted to be with him.
You leaned forward, terror building in your chest as your feet slipped off the edge of the cliff. The wind whipped through your hair and flipped you around as you fell. Your heart hammered in your throat but you refused to open your eyes, you didn’t want to see what was coming.
You didn’t feel the impact, you were simply falling, and then you weren’t. Then there was nothing.
* * *
When you opened your eyes you found yourself at a small metal desk in a dark room, illuminated only by a lamp. In front of you was a letter, the syringe you’d used on Voromir laying beside it. You felt tears run down your cheeks as you read over what you’d written.
My Prince,
I can’t count the number of drafts I’ve written of this letter since I realized that this was the only way I could fix my mistake. You always tell me that it wasn’t my fault, but I know that if I’d been more careful I could have stopped Thanos. I looked over too many important details, and I could never seem to remember enough. I wish I could let go of that guilt, but trillions of people died and I owe it to them to bring everyone back. I’ve had more years with you than I deserve but I am grateful to have been given the chance to be your friend. You mean more to me than you know.
I’m sure you’ll be upset and angry with my decision, but please, don’t take it out on yourself or anyone else. I can’t tell you how to feel, but I want you to understand that this is my choice and only I am to blame for this, just like how you react is your choice too. You can be mad at me all you want. I’m dead, I can take it.
At least I’d better be, you only get to read this letter over my dead body… Too soon?
Don’t beat yourself up for not stopping me, I’ve had a whole year since I remembered what the Avengers would have done to un-snap everyone and I’ve spent countless hours thinking of this plan. You’ll only have minutes at best. Though when you get back you won’t have to deal with Thanos again since Nebula didn’t go on the mission, I hope it gives you time to sort through your feelings. Tell Stark he’s welcome that he doesn’t have to die to kill that Thanos.
I’m not too stubborn to admit that I’m afraid. I have no idea what will happen to me, but I have to fix my mistake. I didn’t stop Thanos from snapping, but I will undo it. It’s strange but I feel relieved that I won’t have to worry about it much longer.
I’m sorry if I make some shitty jokes in this letter or when we get to Voromir, but you aren’t the only one who deflects their feelings through humour. But I’m terrified, I don’t find any of this funny. I’m grieving for things that I will never get to see or have. I don’t know if I have the strength to throw myself over that cliff. That’s why you must be the one there with me. I can be sure I will do everything in my power to keep safe, even if it means I won’t be. I can only do that with you. No one else is as important to me as you.
We got off to a rocky start, you were still in a bad place, and I had just been launched into a world where no one knew me, but I knew everyone. I like to think somewhere along the way you begrudgingly started to tolerate me (that was your first mistake). After that, I wormed my way into your friendship and somehow you’ve continued to tolerate me for almost six years. I’m not sure if you know how I feel about you, but I plan to make it very clear here in case I chicken out on Voromir.
It’s so difficult to put my feelings for you into words. I feel like I could never truly capture what my heart tells me every time I see your stupid smirk, but I’m going to try.
Loki, I love you so much I can barely breathe when I’m around you, but like, in a good way. I love the way your eyes light up when you're teasing me, the way the corners of your mouth tilt up when you are holding back a smirk, and how, without trying, you make me feel like I have a home as long as I’m with you. I feel like the word love isn’t strong enough to describe how I feel about you but I don’t know any other word that would fit. You are more caring than you would ever admit, even if you try to project this image of having a massive ego, which on some level you definitely do (no offence) but I also know you have that stubborn self-sabotaging streak you can’t quite shake. You deserve to be happy, and I wish it could be with me, but I have to do this. I think I’m right in guessing you feel similarly for me to how I feel for you, but boy will this letter be super embarrassing if I got it wrong.
Please don’t blame yourself for my choice.
You have people who care about you, lean on them when you need. I am so sorry I can’t be there with you, I don’t want to leave you, and I will always love you. No matter where I am I will always carry a piece of you with me, Soul Stone or no. I don’t know what will happen to me, if I’ll just cease to exist or if my consciousness will go elsewhere, but my soul will always remember you.
You’ll wake up with a soul stone and without me. Maybe build me a statue or a make a play or something cool, but honestly, I think those are more your type of thing. The only thing I want for you when I’m gone is for you to be happy. I don’t expect it to happen right away, maybe you’ll always wonder what could have been like how I’m doing now. But if you take anything from this letter please let it be that I love you more than anything, and your happiness is what I want most of all. I’m sorry that I can’t have what I want be the same as what I need to do.
I don’t know how to end this letter. I don’t think I want to end it, it feels so final. It feels like a goodbye I’m not ready to make, that I’m going to make sure you aren’t conscious for.
You were okay before me, I believe you can be okay without me.
I'm sorry for making you endure another death, but I hope that years down the line you can forgive me, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for doing this to you.
With love,
Your Princess
Trigger Warnings: Talk of dying, completed self-sacrifice.
A/N: This chapter has a special place in my heart and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did ❤️❤️
Thank you for all your lovely comments and notes, they mean so much to me!! Only two more chapters and an epilogue to go 🥲
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Illumi Zoldyck x Reader
Author: scarlet2007
Platform: Tumblr
Pairing(s): Illumi x reader
Status: One shot
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Breaking bones, yandere, kidnapping
Summary: Illumi finally kidnaps his S/O
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Hey, I know this sounds weird and all but...Umm...I was wondering how did you link your master list in your blog's discription?
Ahh...this sounds way weirder then I thought but since I already wrote it, Imma send it too, lol. And I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE YOUR STORIES, they are so well written! It feels like I am reading a offical book! I love your blog so much! I hope you keep writing more and I hope you know that we love your blog so much, you really make me happy with your work!
- 🌻 Scarlet / Lilith 🌻
don't worry it's something we all had to struggle with lmao. ahhh, it's kinda a bit complicated to explain but basically under description when you go to edit theme when you click on your blog, the linking format is:
<a href= "(link)"(whatever word you want that link to be like for example i did light)</a>
make sure you have your quotes and no spaces except after your a and =. hope this help
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Hi, can you add me to the tag list of 'Shoot me' pls? BTW love your blog! 💜💜💜💜
the series is on hold for now, but i’ll add you to the tag list! thank you for the support, ily
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bts | roses masterlist
word count: 14k
pairing: bts x reader
synopsis: y/n is a member of the seoul behavioral analysis unit. usually, she’s the cat in the typical game of cat and mouse played with the criminals they catch, but when a mysterious string of murders has her on edge, she discovers she’s caught the attention of one of a dangerous criminal — and he’s determined to make her pay for it.
or, not all attention is the good kind.
genre: horror, angst
warnings: yandere themes, descriptions of gore, descriptions of violence, murder, the reader carries a gun because they need to defend themself against bad guys, guns, manipulation, victim blaming, this is overall just a very dark fic
author’s note: this fic was very much based around the american behavioral analysis unit and its depiction in the tv show, criminal minds. it contains dark and mature themes. i do not condone any of the character’s actions, especially that of the criminal. please do not romanticize the dark themes within this fic. thank you so much @deepdarkdelights and @youarejesting for giving me advice on writing this particular type of fic. thank you @flurrys-creativity, @birbdae, and @kassrole for beta reading and helping me figure out which format i wanted to put the fic in.
this was written for the bts gold net valentine’s day fic exchange, even though it’s almost a month late. thank you for bearing with me, @scarlet2007. this was a challenging fic to write, and definitely a huge step outside of my comfort zone. i turned it into a mini-series due to the amount of action and content that goes on. the true “unsub” (see the section below on terms) will be kept anonymous throughout the fic, so please read carefully.
this month, the bts creator’s corner workshop was to step out of our challenge zone. coincidentally, i had begun work on this fic. this entire series was definitely a huge step in my direction, and now that it’s over i definitely feel as though i’ve grown as a writer.
roses is cross posted on asianfanfics and quotev
terms used throughout this fic
NIS = National Intelligence Service, the korean version of the fbi
unsub = unknown subject; used in profiling and used to refer to the culprit
positive id = a positive identification of an unknown person
SSA = supervisory special agent
BAU = behavioral analysis unit
chapters
prologue
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
epilogue
#roses#bts x reader#yandere bts#criminal minds au#bts jungkook#bts taehyung#bts jimin#bts namjoon#bts hoseok#bts yoongi#bts seokjin#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader#namjoon x reader#hoseok x reader#yoongi x reader#seokjin x reader
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BV: ITS - Taglist
@fangirl125reader @scuzmunkie @ella-mella @boraha-e @momoriki @ghostkat23 @unicornbabylover @bunzom @effielumiere @giupertoso25 @softrainandpromises @bangtan-army @missseoulite @lvrseok @uniquekindofgirl @aliceoracleollormusic @doublebunv @mayla548 @tigerosy @xxsunny-side-upxx @uniquelyabnormallyoriginal @singukieee @seajae @illnevertrustmyselfagain @marslena @joonie-tunes @channiespup @rrrrap-monster @danny-boy27 @noir-et-blank @zae007live @lorielulu7 @mageprincess7 @neverthefirstchoice @mayla548 @iloverubberduckiez-blog @justayoungandwisefangirl @peonymoonchild @scarlet2007 @jaiuneamesolitaiire @anagths @bangtan1325 @sugajinny @stormisdying @fuckthinking
There were so many links I had to make a separate post for Bon Voyage: Into the Sea (woooo 😊)
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Flaming locks of auburn hair (and eyes of emerald green)
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2n4ZZyD
by Scarlet2007
I was inspired by Dolly Parton's Jolene. Sharon confronts Natasha because she's threatened.
Words: 451, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Sharon Carter (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Relationships: Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Steve Rogers (mentioned) - Freeform, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie)
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2n4ZZyD
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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Illumi Zoldyck x reader ₊︶꒷꒦︶
꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹
Summary: Illumi finally kidnaps his S/O. (female reader).
[ Master list ]
꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹
꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹
Warnings: Kidnapping, Bone breaking, Yandere theme, Illumi being a bish and traumatizing our poor girl, angst, horror, Oh and i named the reader "Lily".
꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹
Word count: 3.9k
꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹
You wake up to find a man standing at the edge of your bed watching you. You can't see much other than his large eyes and long black hair.
Your body froze in shock, all you could do was stare at the figure in front of you in horror. It was indeed a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed. You closed your eyes slowly, trying to make it seem like you were still asleep. You slowly pulled up the covers over your head and started panicking.
'Is that a ghost?', you thought to yourself.
He tilted his head slightly, confused as to why you covered your head with the blanket.
"Did you not hear me?"
He spoke in a cold flat tone. Illumi had taken a step closer to the bed, and he was about to sit down, but he paused. He knew your eyes were still open. He could feel your heartbeat.
'What? Am I dreaming? Or is there really a man in my room?', your breathing quicken as you tried to think of ways to escape.
Illumi reached out a hand to pull the covers off your head, "It's rude to close your eyes when you're speaking to someone."
You let out a scream as you felt the man pulling the covers off your head. Terrified, you gripped the covers for dear life, as if the covers will act as a shield against whoever this man is.
"That won't save you", He grabbed your wrists tightly and pulled your arms away from the covers. He grabbed the covers and tossed them to the floor. Your heart was beating fast, but Illumi didn't hear it. He seemed a little disappointed. He wasn't expecting you to scream at least.
"Don't scream", He muttered to himself, shaking his head slightly. Illumi had to admit that you were pretty.
Your eyes widened, 'This isn't a dream... I can feel pain in my wrist.'
At last, you finally found the courage to ask, "What-.. what do you want?"
"You look so frightened. Relax." Your fear only seemed to annoy him, and he squeezed your wrists a little tighter. Illumi seemed a little amused. "I'm taking you back home with me", He whispered, his tone calm as usual.
You whimpered in pain as he applied more pressure to your wrist, he seems strong.
"W-what do you mean 'back home'?"
You looked at him with wide eyes, trying to breathe as evenly as you could.
"As in, I'm kidnapping you", Illumi whispered matter-of-factly, as if it were something obvious. He seemed to enjoy your reaction so far. He smiled slightly, his eyes still showing no emotion.
"Please stop screaming", He requested in a soft voice, while gripping your wrists tighter.
"Hurts-..." You whimpered as you glanced upward at your wrist that the man had pinned over your head.
"Oh! You're in pain?" He seemed a little surprised, and he loosened his grip.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you", Illumi lied smoothly, letting go of your wrists. He tilted his head to the side, amused by your reaction.
You gulped as you massaged your wrist, thanking the man for releasing them.
"I- I swear I don't have anything valuable on me- Even my family won't give you money if you kidnapped me- please-..."
"Oh, I'm not kidnapping you for the money you have." He seemed a little confused. He tilted his head again, thinking about the situation. He seemed to wonder why you thought that.
"I'm kidnapping you because.." Illumi looked at you, taking in every feature on your face,"I love you", He said softly.
This seems to confuse you even more, as you looked at the man with a puzzled face.
"I think you got the wrong person-.. I have never seen you before"
"Why are you so confused? Can't you feel how much love I have for you?" He seemed hurt that you still couldn't tell how much he loved you. Illumi's facial expression softened while he looked at you, his black eyes seemingly gazing into yours. He tilted his head yet again, his eyes never leaving yours.
"I don't think I am the person you are looking for- I have never even seen you before-! Please, let me go, I won't tell anyone that this happened..."
You plead to the man in front of you, trying to get out of this situation.
"No no no, don't be silly", Illumi looked at you lovingly, smiling. You could hear the affection in his voice. "You belong to me. That's why I won't let you go even if you ask nicely."
"I love you with all my heart, and I won't let you leave me", He murmured in a soft voice.
The panic settled in again as you started to move backward, trying to put as much distance as you could between you and the man.
Illumi was disappointed that you weren't pleased by the news that he loved you. Was it so wrong for him to kidnap such a pretty girl like you? He tilted his head again, looking at you.
"Your heart rate is getting faster. You look scared. Why are you scared? I won't hurt you. I love you", Illumi murmured with a small frown, walking towards you again.
"Please don't come near me-..", You frantically started to look around for anything that you can use as a weapon against him.
Illumi walked closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. He seemed to be trying to calm you down. You were panicking too much for his liking.
"Why are you so scared? You don't believe me when I say I won't hurt you? I won't! I love you, so how could I possibly harm you?"
You flinched as he placed a hand on your shoulder, trying not to let out a scream.
"You don't kidnap the person you love-! How can I trust a stranger with my life? For all I know, you could brutally kill me or do something worse!"
Illumi laughed at your response, shaking his head.
"Don't you think it's a little rude to call me a stranger? I've been following you for a while now. I know you, and I love you", He murmured in a small voice, gripping your wrist firmly again.
You struggled against him, trying to pull your wrist out of his grip as you shook your head.
"Please, I beg you-.."
Illumi didn't let you go, and the more you struggled, the tighter he gripped your wrist.
"Please be patient. I know you're scared, but you don't need to be scared of me", He whispered in a cold voice, not realizing how intimidating you must've found him.
"I would never hurt you. In my eyes... you are the most perfect girl I've ever seen", He murmured softly, tilting his head again.
You kept struggling while tears formed in your eyes.
"But you are hurting me right now-"
"Stop crying", Illumi said softly, tightening his grip once more. His tone made his command sound like some kind of an order, and he didn't seem to care that his tone was intimidating.
"I will keep you safe. You'll see, once I take you back to my family", He murmured in a small voice, tilting his head once more. His facial expression was blank, yet you felt uncomfortable with him holding you so tightly.
"NO- please- no, god, please no..."
You tried not to cry but it was getting harder and harder, your wrist burns and this terrifying man is trying to kidnap you.
Illumi seemed frustrated by you crying. He squeezed your wrist even tighter, and he looked at you angrily with his black eyes.
"Stop crying and do not make me do something I will regret", He whispered in a small voice, his tone serious now. You couldn't help but tear up more. He pulled you closer, taking in your smell and examining your face.
You started to scream and kick towards his direction, trying to make him release you so you could run for your door and escape*
Illumi didn't seem bothered by your struggles. He simply held you tighter, and he was now starting to get annoyed by your screaming.
He looked you straight in the eyes as he squeezed your wrist tighter and pulled your arm closer. He was almost shaking from pure emotion.
"I love you.. I need you.. Don't struggle anymore", He whispered harshly, looking at you with a fierce expression. His eyes were filled with rage, as he held you tightly.
"No, Let. Me. Go!" You gasped in pain as he applied more pressure, you are sure that he has blocked the blood circulation in your hand with his iron grip. If he squeezed a little harder, you are sure he will manage to break your wrist.
Illumi finally snapped, as he tightened his grip even more. His face was contorted in rage, and he seemed to be getting frustrated with how you struggled. He didn't notice that he was starting to harm you. He had become obsessed. He pulled you even closer to his body.
"Don't struggle anymore. I need you. You are mine. If you don't listen, I will snap your wrist. I swear on my life", He murmured in a cold, threatening tone. His grip tightened even more.*
You couldn't hear him over the sound of your heartbeat and quickened breath, you started to suffocate as you couldn't inhale properly with how panicked you were, with every strength that is left in you, you tried to wiggle out of his grip and shake him off you.
Illumi had grown so enraged that he didn't even register you crying out in pain. He was filled with emotion, and all he could think of was wanting you to himself. He was oblivious to your pain, and the tighter he held you, the more desperate he became. He couldn't focus on anything but your face. Illumi ignored all of your pleas, and he held you in place. He just wanted you.
"Stop struggling", He whispered in a cold tone, his facial expression still filled with rage.
It happened. A cracking noise filled the room, it wasn't loud but Illumi managed to hear it. The cracking sound was followed by a scream of pain as you closed your eyes, finally breaking down in sobs.
Illumi's eyes widen as he felt your wrist snap, and he heard you scream in pain. He didn't quite know how to react. His eyes remained fixed on your face, and he was still holding you tightly.
"Oh... are you okay?", He murmured in a small voice, tilting his head. He seemed confused as his facial expression turned from rage to concern. You couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was still holding you tightly, as he waited for your response.
The pain would've been bearable if it wasn't for you panicking so much and the fact that you have never sprained any parts of your body, let alone break a bone.
Tears flood your eyes as you continued to cry out in pain, the man still not losing his grip which made it more painful.
Illumi seemed to realize for the first time how deeply he was hurting you. His grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but it was still firm.
"There, there's no need to cry", He cooed in a soft voice. Illumi sounded as if he was talking to an infant or a small child. He didn't think much of the pain he was causing you."If you cry, I might hurt your wrist more."
He tilted his head to the side, seeming to want you to stop crying.
You gasped in pain as you closed your eyes before hearing the man, you opened your eyes slightly to find him still on top of you.
"Please-... don't-... I-...", You were trying so hard to calm down but it was getting harder and harder the more you stared at the man.
Illumi tightened his grip on your wrist again. He looked mad that you were panicking so much.
"You don't have to act like this! Don't be afraid of me. Why can't you believe that I love you?", His voice sounded frustrated and irritated, and his expression turned cold once more.
"I won't hurt you", He lied, as he still continued to hold you tightly and squeeze your wrist just to get your attention.
"I- I believe you! just please..! Let my wrist go-! I b-beg you...", you tried to stop crying as the pain increased.
"As long as you're still scared of me, you won't love me", Illumi muttered in a soft tone. He squeezed your wrist tighter, as he wanted you to be so frightened that you would love him. But he was only causing more damage to your wrist.
He looked at you intently, waiting for you to fall in love with him so he could relax the grip on your wrist. "Look at me."
You looked up at him, while gasping in pain. You were shaking at this point.
Illumi tilted his head to the side again, as he looked at you with those lifeless black eyes.
"Please stop crying and just believe me. Look, I won't hurt you", He said, sounding sweet and loving. But what he was doing wasn't the nicest thing to your wrist. He was squeezing it as tight as he could.
"I love you, really."
"I- I LOVE YOU TOO!", You cried out in pain as you tried to please the man as much as you could so that he would let go of your wrist. You were starting to get dizzy.
Illumi let go of your wrist, looking at you happily, "There you go."
"Good girl", He murmured in a soft, low voice, as if he was speaking to a very small child. Illumi sounded like a different person when you said you loved him. He smiled at you lovingly. "I'm so lucky to have you", He murmured and tilted his head to the side once more.
You nodded your head in response as you tried to stop crying. You pulled your wrist towards your chest, looking down at them, it was hard to see their condition but the bone was surely broken, and you were not able to rotate your wrist either. And it hurts when you tried to move your fingers even slightly.
Illumi had calmed down a lot. He was satisfied by the fact that you loved him, and he had succeeded in breaking your will. He could finally relax.
"Let's go, my dear. Let's go back to my family's mountain and become my wife", He murmured in a soft voice, smiling at you lovingly once more. He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door, as if your wrist wasn't broken in two.
"Ah! C-can you grab my arm or shoulder instead? It hurts when you pull...-", You trailed off, scared that you will annoy him if you mention your pain again.
"Oh, of course", Illumi replied sweetly, smiling at you as if you were a small child. He put his arm around your shoulder and lifted you up, carrying you in his arms.
"You're so light- do you even eat? We'll need to feed you more", He murmured with a small chuckle, and he walked outside of your apartment. He had to go to his mansion on the kukuroo mountain now that he had you in his custody.
"We..?", 'There are more of them? If one of them is this crazy, how bad will others be?' Just thinking about it makes you shiver.
Illumi remained quiet as he carried you over his shoulder. He didn't even think about the fact that you were scared of him or his family. All he was focused on was that he finally had you all to himself.
"My family will love you. I'm sure of it." He muttered quietly, as if he was trying to reassure you. "I'll introduce you to my little brother, Killua first. Killua is going to be so excited to meet you."
"Ah- I see... i would love to meet them too... By the way- if you don't mind me asking... I mean- like, can I ask you something?", You fumbled with your words, trying to speak as carefully as you could.
"Hm? What is this question that you're so hesitant to ask?", Illumi asked politely, keeping his focus on you. He was curious about your question, and all he wanted was to hear you say it. He tilted his head to the side once more, seeming to want to listen to the sound of your voice.
"What's your name...?", You looked up at him, trying to see if he was annoyed by your talking or not.
Illumi looked at you sweetly and smiled. He chuckled as he responded."You haven't figured that out for yourself, love?"
"My name is Illumi, Illumi Zoldyck. I'm 26-years-old. Don't forget it.", He murmured softly and tilted his head to the side.
"What's your name?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Your eyes widened once I heard his name, "Zoldyck..? Like- from that Kangaroo mountain..?"
Illumi chuckled when you said 'Kangaroo' instead of 'Kukuroo'. "It's Kukuroo mountain, love, not Kangaroo. And yes, I am an elite Zoldyck. What's your name, love? *He inquired curiously while he continued to walk outside. He knew what your name was, but he wanted to see if you would be truthful or not.
"Lily." He nodded when he heard you answer him.
"Umm, that mountain is a big tourist attraction, so when I was new to this city, I went there- I saw your dog eat humans and decided to live far away from it-..." You trailed off, remembering that day.
"Ah... I see." *He said in response to your answer. "That day must have been traumatic for you", He said softly, trying to show sympathy for your feelings.
'This day is more traumatizing', You thought to yourself.
"And what are you doing in the city then? Do you have a job?" He asked curiously, acting as if he already didn't know everything about you.
"I am still a student so I work part time at a library."
"Oh, a student huh? Well, you're in luck. Our family will make sure that you have a better future", Illumi murmured in a soft and caring voice.
"Is that car yours?"
"Yes! That's my car. You're a very inquisitive person. Do you like it?" He asked curiously as he looked down at you. He smiled at you sweetly as if he was trying to impress you.
"It's.. It looks cool!" You tried to smile at him despite the pain you were in.
"I thought you already knew that I was a student...Shit- am i talking too much?", You looked at him anxiously, trying to figure out if your talking was annoying him or not.
"No no, not at all", Illumi murmured in a soft and friendly tone. He smiled at you sweetly and tilted his head to the side as he walked down the street with you in his arms.
"I like your talkative nature, Lily. You can tell me anything, and I'll try to have a conversation with you."
"I think we've almost reached my car now." He muttered sweetly, as he continued walking towards the car with you in his arms.
"You parked quite far. Wait- what is going to happen to my belongings?" You looked back towards your house.
"Don't worry about that now, my love", Illumi replied calmly, as if he couldn't care less about leaving your belongings. He didn't want you to worry about anything but him. He loved you after all. He looked at you warmly with those soulless, black eyes of his.
"Don't worry about it." He murmured sweetly and continued walking to the car.
"B-but-.."
"Shh, it's all okay, darling." *Illumi replied sweetly and he continued walking to the car as if you were a child. He was caring about you in his own way, but he also did what he wanted with no regard to you.
"You don't need to worry about anything other than being with me. Everything else is insignificant", He muttered, sounding serious.
He soon reached his car and opened the door carefully. He then sat you down in the passenger seat, and sat himself, in the driver seat.
You shut your mouth as soon as you heard him say that, though the idea of leaving everything behind just like that.. hurts. You worked so hard to buy everything, to work for everything and now... it's all gone.
You looked at you wrist and gasped quietly, it was an angry red and limp, with bones sticking out. You couldn't bear to look at it as it made you disgusted and scared.
Illumi looked over to you to see your disgusted and horrified face. He realized instantly that he went too far. He tried to hold his anger in, but it was hard. You could see the small anger in his eyes as he tried to be kind to you.
"Oh, did I break your wrist?" *He murmured in a sweet, kind tone as if he was trying to comfort you. But it was obvious that his concern was fake.
"Its- It's fine, it doesn't hurt that much...", You gave him a weak smile, or at least tried to while looking at him.
"Don't lie to me. I don't like it when you lie to me. You're hurt, and I did it." Illumi replied in a harsh tone, looking at you with his soulless black eyes. His sweet persona was gone, as the cold-blooded Zoldyck blood was now in-command. He was getting mad at your lying and he didn't want you to lie to him again.
"I know you're not a liar, Lily.. So don't lie to me", He murmured once more, as he turned the car on.
You took a sharp breath as you heard his tone, he is angry again. That's not good. You quickly bowed my head, "I am sorry, Illumi! I swear, I won't lie to you again, please forgive me!" You cried out while shaking slightly.
Illumi looked at you sweetly and his tone immediately shifted back to a soft, kind and sweet voice. "Good girl." He murmured gently, as if he didn't just snap at you. All of that anger was instantly gone, and he looked at you like you were his princess again.
"I forgive you", He spoke softly and smiled at you sweetly.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of that wrist once we arrive at my mansion." He said in a caring tone.
"Thank you!" You sat up straight once you heard him say that.
You looked towards the sky, it's pretty late right now.
"Aren't you tired..?"
"No.. I'm not tired." Illumi murmured sweetly, as if he couldn't sleep without you next to him.
He then drove the car down the street to the mansion. Once they reached the gates of the mansion, Illumi stepped out and then reached his hand into the car to help you get off. The mansion was enormous, and it looked like a palace.
"Please watch your step, darling." He murmured in a soft tone as he helped you off the car.
You thanked him as you looked at the mansion in front of you.
That's it. That's your life now. It's no use fighting against him. You already gave up fighting when he broke your wrist. It's useless now. Everything is over for you. Your dreams, your goals, your life. Everything. Is. Over.
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Author's note: So.. I am back after 2 years of inactivity-
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Fandoms i currently write for:
˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・BTS.
˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Hunter x Hunter.
˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Harry Potter.
˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Marvel.
˳✧₊┊[ 5 ]・The Witcher.
˳✧₊┊[ 6 ]・Omniscient reader's viewpoint.
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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Bangtan boys ₊︶꒷꒦︶
[ Jimin ]
˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Highschool sweethearts.
- Summary: You caught the attention of the highschool sweetheart.
- Genre: Yandere, Kidnapping.
No work for other members available yet, feel free to request.
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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Hunter x Hunter ₊︶꒷꒦︶
[ Illumi Zoldyck ]
˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・ Illumi x reader
- Summary: Illumi finally kidnaps his S/O.
- [ Series ]
[ Adult trio + Kurapika ]
˳✧₊┊[ 💜 ]・To tame a mermaid's heart.
- Summary: After being kidnapped by Chrollo, a certain clown and assassin took an interest in her as her childhood friend, Kurapika Kurta, tried to free her from the clutches of those monsters. But perhaps, Kurapika has become one too.
No work for other characters available yet, feel free to request!
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Upcoming series: Tom Riddle x reader.
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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ The Witcher₊︶꒷꒦︶
[ Geralt ]
˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・The Witcher's Witch.
- Summary: Being rescued by the Witcher after being accused of being a Witch was the last thing you expected in life. But it looks like kindness can go a long way if shown to the right people.
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Upcoming series.
No work for any characters available yet, feel free to request!
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Things I don't mind writting for:
˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Yandere theme.
˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Dark themes.
˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Romance.
˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Non - Yandere themes / Fluff / Angst.
˳✧₊┊[ 5 ]・Characters / members / reader as hybrid.
˳✧₊┊[ 6 ]・Characters / members / reader as super natural beings.
˳✧₊┊[ 7 ]・Crossovers in certain fandoms. [Only if I feel like it will fit]
˳✧₊┊[ 8 ]・Poly relationships.
˳✧₊┊[ 9 ]・There are more stuff that I am down to write for, feel free to request!
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Things I will not write:
˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Non-con, smut. [I am very much underage.]
˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Pregnancy, miscarriage, one night stands.
˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Pedophilia, Huge age-gap [Like 20-30 years, I don't mind a 10 years age gap but anything above 15 is a no for me]
˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Open relationships.
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- Before requesting, please keep in mind that if the idea doesn't spark the writer in me, i might not write it, no hard feelings. I just write when I feel that inspiration. Again, no hard feelings! [ Don't let this discourage you from requesting! ]
- Also, I don't have a schedule.
- And there might be a lot of things that I may / may not write for that I forgot to mention as I am still figuring out my writing style and what I feel comfortable doing.
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𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎!
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Into Eternity Chapter 6
SUMMARY: something seems to be building
WORDS: 2.4K
CONTENT: Nothing bad
TAGLIST: @ceshacat @irishbelle34 @scarlet2007
MASTERLIST
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The sound of soft music greets you as you wake. Stretching with a groan you twist in your blankets, debating whether or not you should go back to sleep.
Seeing as the smell of food lingers in the air around you, you pull the blankets off and throw your feet over the bed.
Standing, you shuffle your way to the door. Pulling it open you can clearly hear the sound of quiet singing along with the music. It's been so long since someone last sang you awake like this, but it's welcomed.
Curious, you step into view of the kitchen.
Leaning over in the doorway of the fridge is Jason. standing up straight and shutting the door he turns to spot you.
He smiles upon seeing you and shuts the fridge.
"Morning." He chirps.
You stay quiet, absolutely enamored by the sight before you. He's completely shirtless, the muscles are a lot more obvious without the dark latex covering them, allowing you to see each tiny little scare that trace's over his skin.
He stands there looking at you confused. The jet black hair accompanied by the blaze of white is unkempt, in a good way.
You can't help but let the sight soak in. The way the muscles of his stomach trail down and dip into the same blue jeans he wore last night, with the very top button undone. It makes a strange feeling bubble in your gut and visible heat rises to your face.
You shake your head and look back at his face to see a sly grin curling at his lips.
"Interested?" He hums.
You lift your hands in defense, a nervous laugh bubbling up from your throat.
"No, no. Why would I? I uh…I, hmm……no." You stammer.
He laughs lightly. "Mm, sure."
Before turning back to the stove he gives you a knowing look. Rather embarrassing, it was like looking a beautiful sin right in the eyes. It's so wrong but so good looking.
Moving over to one of your cabinets, you open it and pull down a glass to fill with water.
On your way to the sink you can't help but mutter "it should be illegal to look that good." It was quiet enough that you thought Jason wouldn't hear but his response told you otherwise.
"What was that?" He questions.
You look back at him to see him cupping his ear towards you.
"what'd you mean?" You play it off. He removes his hand, and narrows his eyes.
"I heard you say something." He states
You shake your head, "nope"
Without trying to raise suspicion you pop the 'p'. He seems to believe you, and goes back to what he's doing.
"How long are you going to be here for?" Turning to face him you lean against the counter, your arm resting on it behind you.
"Well," - he shuffles the pot around on the burner - "you know who I am, I can't let you go that easily. So we're friends now."
A smile tugs at your lips as you sip away at the glass, pulling it away you place it on the counter behind you.
"I could deal with that."
He hums in agreement, looking at you from over his shoulder. He can see you staring, your cheeks a light shade of red.
"How's the view from back there?"
His seemingly casual question makes heat spread across your face as you dick and run into the livingroom to hide. Happy with himself, Jason smitks. A little while later he came around the back of the couch, presenting a plate to you.
"Pancakes?" You ask as you take the plate from his hands.
"And waffles." He corrects as he walks past you to the opposite side of the couch, sitting down with his plate.
"I didn't know if you liked syrup or not so I brought it with me just in case."
Leaning forward, he sets the bottle down on the table.
"Thanks."
The moment of silence begins as you start eating, during this time you find yourself catching second and third glances while he's not paying attention.
Unable to take the sight anymore no matter how holy it was, you decide to speak on the matter and place your silverware on your plate.
"You know you're going to have to put on a shirt soon, right?" You point out.
You look over to see him nod. After swallowing the bite he had in his mouth he hums.
"Yeah. I know." He pauses briefly, a smile creeping onto his face. "But I'll do it later."
Dramatically, you toss your head back with a groan of frustration. He laughs quietly from beside you. It's obvious he finds this amusing, or maybe he was just enjoying the attention. Either one wouldn't matter once he put a shirt on, you just pray it would be sooner rather than later.
Finishing your plate, you stand to make your way into the kitchen. Jason follows. He stands behind you while you rinse off your plate.
"You know, if you wanted to look you could just say so." He says
Setting the plate in the sink you roll your eyes and turn to grab the plate from his hands.
"What makes you think I want too?" You remark as you run the water over the syrup covered plate.
You see him shift his weight from one leg to the other, from the corner of your eye.
"Well, I'm sure the glances while I'm not paying attention say a lot."
Your heart drops to your stomach. That evil sadistic bastard, he was toying with you now. But he didn't stop there. Only a few hours later he was walking out from using the bathroom when you looked over to see what he was doing, only for you to accidentally glance at his chest.
"Looking again are we?" He smiles at you as he walks past where you sit on the couch.
You groan. "For Christ's sake Jason put on a shirt before I kick you out again."
His smile falls, slumping over in defeat he lets out a groan as well.
"You're no fun."
Even though his moment of fun was over, he found other ways to entertain himself until evening rolled around.
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Jason sighs beside you, taking the laptop off his lap and placing it on the coffee table in front of him. As he does this, he closes it and scoops his duffel off the floor.
Watching him stand, you speak. "What're you doing?"
Gazing at him as he walks to the bathroom, you wait.
"I still have a job to do." He finally says.
The disappointment sets in, you hate to see him go but knowing this is his job you can't help but know it has to be done.
He closes the bathroom door, coming out a few minutes later in almost full gear. Peering over the back of the couch, you watch as he walks to where he dropped his gloves
"What happened to lying low? Thought you were staying?"
You frown as he looks over at you, the corners of his mouth down turning into a smile.
"As much as I would love to stay here always, I do have responsibilities and I need money."
He finishes by muttering something under his breath that you don't catch.
"Oh, okay."
Turning back to watch the TV, you see his shadow appear behind you. Looking up to see Jason leaving over the back of the couch with a teasing smile, you cock a brow.
"You gonna miss me or something?" He teases.
Letting the throught roll around in your head, you chew at your tongue.
"Your company is nice."
And it was. Just having someone in the same room to distract you from the thoughts lingering in the back of your head was nice. But he was also fun to actually interact with.
Moving away from the couch and back to the counter he picks up his helmet. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head.
"Don't get too attached." He warns.
Lifting the helmet over his head, he slides it on. Silence washes over you as you frown from his lack of presence above you.
"Are you going to come back?" You ask as you twist over the back of the couch.
He winces as the window screeches in his ear, glancing back at you, he nods.
"Yeah." You can hear the smile in his voice.
"Okay just don't come back like last time!" You call out.
Crawling through the window and turning to look back in, he perches.
"No promises!" He shouts back.
Then the window shut with a thud. His footsteps descending the steps fade from earshot before the rumble he rode in on roars to life.
Falling back onto the couch with a loud sigh, you curl into a ball. The facade falls and your eyes dare not move from one spot on the TV. You feel like you're just stepping into a different reality now that Jason's gone.
Even with your conscience being in a better place than it was only days before you can still feel some of the physiological effects of the pills.
Being clear mentally only allows room for your mother's death to ruminate, just thinking about it makes you cry in minutes.
After your crying fit, sleep began to creep its way in. Your eyes grew heavy and your thoughts became a blur. You couldn't handle the idea of falling asleep with that guilty conscience, if Jason came back hurt and you were sleeping you couldn't help him. That didn't stop it though and soon enough you found yourself asleep.
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No matter how fast Jason wants to return to your side he finds himself checking for empty streets and non peeping eyes.
There just so happened to be a break in it all, though it's almost 4 AM. He rushes back to the apartment, attentive to shut the bike off a few buildings away. Silently pulling in, he puts the kickstand down and swings his leg off the bike.
Looking up at the window he can see the dim glow of the kitchen light still on. It hasn't crossed his mind that you should have been asleep by now, or that you might still be awake. Either way, he grapples his way up to the window and lands softly.
Taking a quick look around he shoves the window open and climbs through, shutting it behind him.
Not seeing or hearing you move to greet him he pulls his helmet off and sets it on the counter.
The TV plays quietly and he walks towards the couch to peek over. There you lay on the cushions, the soft rising and falling of your chest plastering a smile on his face.
Walking back towards the kitchen, he flips off the light and makes his way to the bathroom to change. The way you look while you sleep he finds cute.
So unaware of the world around you and vulnerable yet he's right there to protect you. Even then it's hard to fight the urge to do something he probably shouldn't.
Walking back out with his jacket in hand in nothing but sweatpants, he makes his way over and places the jacket over you in a makeshift blanket.
Stirring underneath the sudden weight you grab the jacket and pull it closer, hiding your face on the inside.
Seeing this, warmth spreads in Jason's chest. No matter how much he wants to lay down he can't find it in him to move you.
So instead he settles for the floor. Instead of sleeping, he pulls his computer from the table and into his lap. Just a little extra research wouldn't hurt.
Except it did, not much longer after sitting like that hunched over his computer, his back begins to thrum in pain.
Pulling the thing off his lap and shutting it, he places it on the table and stretches his arms above his head.
Standing with an extra stretch, he turns and leans down. Scooping you into his arms, against his bare chest Jason takes a moment to smile down at you.
His heart pounds at the closeness between you, your sleeping form completely oblivious to everything.
With a smile, he begins to walk towards your room, as he reaches the door he taps it open with his foot and saunters in.
Jason can't help but take a few more moments to take the sight of you in, you just look so peaceful. He almost feels jealous of that.
Just as he leans over to place you in your bed, you nuzzle again his chest, his heart flutters. Lowering you softly onto the mattress he slips his arms from beneath you and pulls your blanket over you.
He would mind having to do this if he sticks around. Just the feeling of knowing he's the one keeping you safe keeps him here.
Standing straight, he sucks in a deep breath and turns to leave. The light from the TV spills into the room softly. Turning back to look one more time, he's overwhelmed by a feeling bubbling into his chest.
Stepping back to your side he leans towards you, placing a hand on the other side of you to keep his balance.
Softly he presses his lips against your forehead, a secret made in the dark that no one but he would know. His lips linger there for only a second before he breaks contact, hovering for only a moment before he stands to walk towards the door.
Grabbing the knob his gaze lingers until the door blocks his view. Quietly it clicks shut.
In a way, he wishes you could have been awake. Now his memory would curse him for allowing anything to happen, even for these memories to develop on such short notice.
He knows you won't feel the same after everything he did at the start, invading personal space, butting in where you didn't want him to, etc… it wouldn't surprise him. But he still ponders the thought of if you did and he longs for that.
Jason hopes that eventually he would either get over you or he would do something about how he felt. If he did tell you he wanted it to be private, personal, and only when he was sure how he felt.
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Into Eternity
Chapter 3
Summary: Being babysat by a murderer is different than you'd expect, but having him come around more often may or may not give way into an attachment.
Word count: around 3k
Content: detoxing from drugs, drug addiction.
Note: it'll be a bit till the next chapter, it's still being edited by my editor. Will post as soon as I'm able to. Until then, enjoy, and leave a comment while you're at it.
Tagged: @ceshacat @irishbelle34 @scarlet2007
You woke to the sound of humming from your kitchen, and the smell of cooking food. With a groan you grasped your throbbing head. The pain was so immense that you began to cry.
When you composed yourself well enough to peer at who your intruder was you were taken aback by the sight.
Tossed over the back of your couch was the very tan jacket that Red Hood always wore, and when you looked into the kitchen you were met with the sight of that very man, cooking.
A little more than shocked you stared in awe at the muscles that rippled across his back as he moved around. Who knew spandex was that see through?
Finally you muster up the will to speak. "Why are you in my kitchen?"
When he peeked over his shoulder at you, his mask was still on. Not very surprising, but you didn't know what you expected.
"I'm making sure someone takes care of your hangover." He muses.
Very funny considering how many hangovers you'd gotten through without his help.
Slowly, you get to your feet and shuffle your way into the kitchen.
Red Hood looks over occasionally at what you're doing but stays quiet. You appreciate it, with that hammer chipping away inside your skull beginning to rage.
"Ahw, god." You murmur under your breath as you pop open a bottle of Tylenol.
Chasing the pill with water you place the glass back down on the counter only to realize how clean your apartment looks. Furrowing your brows you look back over at the living room, surprise evident on your face making Red Hood smile.
"Yup, I cleaned up for you while you slept. You owe me." He says as he reaches up into the cabinets and takes down a plate.
"I don't owe you, this is an invasion of privacy!" You exclaimed as you gestured to all that he's done.
Setting the two plates side by side, he mocks a pout. "C'mon, I practically broke my back cleaning this place, not to mention I'm cooking for you, I brought you medicine, and let's not forget I saved your life."
He had done a lot for you without question, but you didn't know why. So you just had to ask.
"Okay, but why?"
He paused in his movements before filling the plates with scrambled eggs, ham, and cheese. It had your mouth watering just looking at it. It's been awhile since you ate food.
"Why should I tell you?" He remarks, a brow raised and that smirk right back on his face. You glare at him before he extends his arm out to you, your plate in hand.
You stare at the plate, the thought of him poisoning it only just now occurring to you.
You squint your eyes at the plate and lift a finger pointing at it. "You… didn't poison that, right?" You drawl.
He shakes his head. "No."
Looking from the plate and back, you hesitantly took it from his grasp. He smiles, "Good job, that's called trust." He shoots you a wink with his hands in finger guns pointed at you.
Turning and opening the utensils drawer, you find yourself rolling your eyes.
"And that's what I call patronizing me." You pause and face him after taking out a fork.
"I can care for myself, I don't understand why after a whole week of the drugs, alcohol, and the hangovers, that you suddenly have to butt your head in."
His face falls, his lips pressed into a thin line. With his free hand he motions for you to step aside, you do just that. He steps forward, grabbing a utensil from the drawer as well. At first he was quiet, as if in thought but then he abruptly placed his plate and fork into one hand and shoved you towards the living room. You shouted in turn.
"Watch it, you're gonna make me drop my plate you dick!" You fuss. Stepping from behind you he rushes past you to jump onto the couch.
Frustrated, you huff. He was like a man child, one you didn't want in your life.
The whole time you were eating, trying to relax, he was mowing down beside you. Being as obnoxious as possible.
"If you're going to eat in my apartment, can you please, stop smacking?" You whined.
He looked over at you, his fork still in his mouth.
"What's that?"
Cue you throwing your head back and groaning.
"First you give me something I didn't ask for, you break into my apartment, butt your head into my life where I didn't want you, yell at me like you have involvement, and then you invade my personal privacy by babying me, and now your eating on my couch without respect for yourself or me." You pause, lowering your head and taking a deep breath.
"I never wanted you here." Your eyes locked onto his. He seemed shocked. He should've expected you to react that way, after all that had happened.
After that, he stopped. He ate like a person with respect, he didn't speak and by the end of it he left without another word and even washed your's and his plates.
You were internally thankful for what he had done but he had done too much. You wanted space to yourself, he didn't know you, you didn't know him, hell, he even tried to murder you almost a month prior to just showing up.
You didn't bother to move from the couch for a while after he left, it wasn't until you stood and turned to retreat to your bed with your blanket over your shoulder that you realized he'd left his jacket.
Placed gently in the pocket of the tan fabric was a slip of paper. Curious, you placed your blanket back on the couch and made your way over to it.
You don't know what compelled you to check the paper or even consider reading it, maybe you hoped that you would have some hint as to why he took interest in you, but instead you found something else.
The note read:
"Hey, it's The Hood, obviously. When I came back last night to straighten up, I noticed that you had an eviction notice on your front door. So, I paid your rent. In the meantime I'll be watching over you, to make sure you don't do anything stupid.
If you haven't noticed already I left my jacket just in case you needed something that actually kept you warm when you went out.
;) ~ You're Red Savior"
Taking the note you fold it carefully, and lift up the jacket. It's heavier in your hands than you thought it would be, but you drape it over your arm and grab your blanket to make your way back to your room.
Tossing the blanket on the bed you drape the jacket over the back of your rolling chair that sits in front of a desk. You never used it anyway.
Taking the note you tuck it away in your bedside table.
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For the rest of the day you lounged around. Hours went by and you shuddered and shook, everything physically hurt. When the sun went down a sickness overcame you and you began to sweat. The heat was too much.
Jumping up from the couch and rushing to the toilet, you made it just in time to puke out your insides. The wretched feeling tugged at your insides, making you even more sick. It burned.
You knew what you needed, the only thing to make the pain go away. Finally able to move from the toilet, you began your crawl through your apartment and towards your bag.
But before you could even reach your hallway, you were abruptly halted by a boot directly in front of your face.
With a gasp you pushed yourself onto your back, scrambling away.
"Minimalistic much." Red hood muses as he observes your bathroom. With a grimace, you grasp your head, a sharp pain making you immobile.
He turns his head to you. "oh wow, you look bad." Letting a groan of pain slip through your lips, you fully collapse into your back. You're weak, feeling hot and cold at the same time as your eyes begin to blur.
Red Hood steps over you, leaning down and tapping your face. Unresponsive to his touch he sighs.
"Don't die." He grunts as he slips an arm under your back and knees.
Carefully he carries you to your bed and leaves the room, as he comes back through he grabs your bag. Peering into it he spots the different paraphernalia and grimaces.
"I'll be taking this."
It's safe to say that when you woke up the next morning, you could no longer find your drugs. panicked, you began to grow anxious. The anxiety eventually turned to paranoia.
You searched the apartment up, down, left, and right for the fix but you came up empty handed every time. Soon you began to sweat excessively, it felt so hot that it was cold. The shivers would rock your body and chatter your jaw.
Leaned over the couch, searching, you were struck by saliva pouring into your mouth. Your stomach lurches and your throat begins to burn. Knowing this feeling you rush for the toilet, you could only make it as far as the sink.
The moment you stopped heaving into the sink, you wobbled, your body felt weightless for a moment. You passed out again only to be woken up by Red Hood a few inches from your face.
Startled, you reached out punching him where his nose should have been but instead you grasped your hand in pain and cried.
"Yeah that happens a lot, you're not the first."
Looking up at him with tears in your eyes he stands. "You need to eat," - he turns towards your door - "you also need to drink."
As he steps out of your room you call out after him. "Get out!" Tossing the blanket off of yourself and swinging your legs off the bed, you moved to stand. Appearing back in front of you, Red Hood sat you properly back on the bed.
Resting a glass of water on your bedside table he shakes his head.
"You shouldn't stand, you're weak."
You narrow your eyes. "And you shouldn't be here."
He settles on the rolling office chair at your desk, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well I'm here now, aren't I?"
You clench your jaw in anger. "Stop treating me like I can't care for myself. You don't even know me."
His head is unmoving, that helmet just staring into your soul.
At first you thought you might have finally pulled the right string but then he stood.
"I'll bring snacks tomorrow."
With that he left, leaving you alone and by yourself. Your throat began to grow tight as you laid back down, it grew hard to breathe and the only thing you knew were the pills. Seeing as there was none around you spilled over your bed reaching out for the water on the nightstand.
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For hours after you wouldn't leave the bed, even though you had multiple fans on you - you just couldn't cool down. Not to mention the fact that everything hurts.
If you were going to get a hit off of something you were going to have to wait until you could function instead of being stuck in bed all damn day.
But that hope never came, no matter what you just couldn't make yourself budge, it was only when you started to feel sick again that you tried to scramble out of bed.
The sheet wrapped its way around your legs sending you face first to the floor, harshly you kicked your legs but the sheet would not come loose.
Sliding your way onto the floor completely and undoing the sheet you scrambled for the bathroom.
As you rounded the corner of your doorframe into the hallway, you slammed your pinky toe into the corner. Letting out a yelp of pain you grasped your foot, hopping around on one leg before the second wave of sickness hit you.
Abandoning your poor toe you went for the bathroom again, the moment you hit the tile floor your feet caught on one of your dirty shirts sending you tumbling to the ground again.
This time you caught yourself but not in time. As soon as your palms touched down, that burn filled your throat and you threw up.
Once your insides decided they were empty you fell back onto your butt, with your knees to your chest.
If it hadn't been for Red Hood then you wouldn't be having this issue, you thought.
For the next hour you deep cleaned your bathroom floor, not stopping until the smell of bleach was so strong you started to feel lightheaded.
You made yourself comfortable in the living room watching TV, the ads and game shows were about the only thing that numbs your mind without the pills.
In and out of sleep, your surroundings were just non-existent. All you could hear was the TV, not even the fan running in the background.
Then. "Wow, you sleep a lot."
Almost jumping out of your skin and twisting yourself to see Red Hood you again reached out, punching the bright red helmet.
"Fucking…fuck." You grasp your hand, clenching your eyes shut as you rock back and forth hissing through your teeth.
"Does it really hurt that bad?"
Seeing as he leaned over the back of the couch, his hands were available for you to grab. Grasping his hand you squeezed as hard as you could, the anger bubbling inside you.
The moment you made contact he roughly pulled your hand away by your wrist, his hold was tight but not tight enough to bruise.
"If you didn't do drugs that probably would have actually hurt me." He deadpans, dropping your hand in your lap.
"Maybe if you never interfered to begin with I would still have a mom."
Red hood stands straight, his hand resting over his heart as he makes a sound mocking offense.
"Ooh burn," suddenly he leans forward again, his finger pointing at you accusingly. "You're not going to start blaming me for something I had no part in."
"Excuse me mister 'it is my business' but I think you said otherwise."
Moving away from you and towards the fire escape window he speaks.
"I left some small snacks on the counter. Eat before you starve yourself."
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Two nights went by, since then you'd eaten some of the snacks. Your energy was back but you still felt bad. You needed something more sustainable other than sweets, so you decided to venture to the closest gas station.
When you got there the fluorescent lights above the gas pumps lit up the parking lot, sluggishly you pulled yourself from your car and made it into the store.
You were lucky enough to find small ramen packets and some slim Jim's but it wasn't enough. You'd deal with it for now, going out of your comfort zone just for food wasn't worth it.
Sadly, you had no money on you, cash nor card. So instead you stuffed it in the secret inside pockets of the jacket Red Hood had left for you.
Making your way back to the front you played it cool, nervous that the cashier was even eyeing you.
"D'you not find what you need?" She asked.
You turned with a small smile. "No, sadly not but it's okay, I'll live without it."
She smiled and nodded. "Okay have a nice day."
"You too."
Hurrying from the store and back to your car, you shakily grabbed the door handle. Adrenaline through the roof as you sat down and took a breath.
Even gripping the steering wheel didn't stop you from shaking.
You continued to make your way home, the whole way creeping just below the speed limit because you were scared out of your mind.
Pulling into the alley beside your apartment, the headlights illuminated a motorcycle in the farthest corner. No one here owned one as far as you knew. Pushing away the thought, you gathered your items, stepping from the car and mindlessly walking up the stairs you reached to open the door.
Before your hand touches the knob it opens to reveal Red Hood standing on the other side.
"Welcome home." He cheers, gesturing for you to enter.
Without saying anything you walk in, eyeing him as you do. As you walk to the counter you can hear the door shut behind you and Red Hood's footsteps approaching.
You try to ignore him in hopes that he'll leave but he's persistent.
"So are we going to talk about you stealing that?" He points his finger at the item you got from the store and crosses his arms. Turning to face him you furrow your brows.
"You knew?!"
He chuckles. "Chill, of course I knew."
"So you're not going to like, arrest me or something?"
"I don't have to, you're already suffering enough."
Unzipping the jacket and tossing it onto the couch you groan. "And who's fault is that?"
"Your own."
Turning to face him, angry, you wave him off. "Enough of that bullshit, how did you know?"
He wasn't there, not that you were looking for him in particular or even paying attention to that. But it's kinda creepy to think he was watching you without your knowledge.
Red Hood follows you around the couch, still standing with his arms crossed.
"Surprised you've never noticed." He shrugs as he walks past you, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.
"Noticed what?" You look at him.
"Me doing research."
You furrow your brows. "Research?
He chuckles.
"You'll figure out what that means eventually."
Annoyed, you pull your phone from your pocket. "Leave or I'll call the cops."
Turning his head towards you he aggressively grasps your wrist, surprised you reach to pull his hand away but his other hand grabs it. Standing he raises his knee, knocking your phone from your hand. The moment it's out of your grasp he releases your hands and snatches the phone before it hits the ground.
"I think you'll find that to be a bad idea. Even if you did call I'd be long gone before they got here."
You stand abruptly. "Why won't you just leave me alone?!"
He tossed your phone behind him with a sigh. "I have my reasons. And I'll keep coming around until you get better."
"Get better? I'm getting worse!" You point at him. "And it's because of you."
He shakes his head. "You need to stop blaming all your issues on me."
"Well I'm doing so rightfully." You know you're not.
"Also it's getting worse before it ever gets better." You know that too.
"Leave." Don't.
"If that's what you want so bad." No, please stay.
From where you stood you watched him leave, silent as a mouse the whole time.
Once he was gone you grabbed your phone from the floor tossing it into the couch cushions and made your way to your room.
You knew that he was just trying to help, you wanted that help, you needed it more than you wanted it. But part of you didn't want to accept that. In the end you only left yourself feeling guilty and mad. He was the only other person who could have saved you from yourself but you just couldn't admit it.
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Into Eternity
Chapter 2
Words: 1.8k
Summary: it was an accident...right?
Contents: WARNING, this chapter contains death, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, grief, angst. Reader discretion is advised
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With hours of cleaning done and the sun coming up, you walked to work. The regret of taking an ambulance home finally settling in.
The cold gnawled at you, with only a zip up jacket to spare warmth. You didn't complain, you couldn't, not when someone out there had it worse than you.
When you finally arrived at work you were more than an hour late and your fingers were numb from the cold, right alongside your poor nose.
The moment you stepped into the back all eyes were on you. Whispers surrounded you like water, you ignored them, and the looks of pity from your fellow colleagues didn't compare to the look Wess gave you when he saw you.
His face fell, like he'd seen a ghost. Conflicted between hating you and hugging you, his head dropped and quietly he sauntered away.
You could only assume he was off to sulk, but you were denied the chance to think about it any longer when your boss poked his head from his door. He pointed at you, motioning for you to come here. Confused, you made your way into his office.
As you stepped in he shut the door behind you, tapping the chair in front of his desk as if to tell you to sit, and you did.
You waited while he sat in his seat with a grunt and scooted forward.
Clasping his hands together in front of him he lowered his head.
He was only in his late thirties, the poor guy looked like he was already fifty. The thinning grey hairs on his head are a statement as to the kind of person he was. But as uptight as he usually was he was sullen, a deep guilt swimming in his eyes.
"We know that you deal drugs." He finally said.
Your heart dropped. "You must have me mistaken." You laugh nervously, your hand pressed against your chest and brows furrowed with worry.
With a scoff he shook his head.
"There's no point," he sighs, "you're fired,"
Your heart pounds in your chest. "No, please. I've stopped. I had a reason. Please don't do this." You begged.
He avoided looking at you, knowing that if he did the sight of you would make him give in. He was sorry, he truly was but he couldn't seem to say that.
You swallowed a sob. "Please…" The tears slip down your face, hands grasping at your legs.
Not even once does he look at you while he waves you away with his hand. The anger bubbles. Slamming your hands against the desk and standing abruptly, you scream.
"Fuck you! You selfish prick! I hope you die!" Your words make him flinch, but he still doesn't look at you.
Turning, you wipe your eyes, slamming the door open and leaving.
Everyone watches you as you snatch the back door open and let it bounce off the wall, slamming shut behind you. The loud noise caused a rippling effect from the people around you, all startled by the sudden movement.
The thing you killed yourself for, worked to the bone for, and made your living off of was gone. Everything was falling apart, since when had anything gone right for you? You wonder.
Yet you'd curse the world around you for your fall, and drag anyone who got in the way with you.
To drown your problems, the closest bar seemed to be your best friend. drinking til’ the sun went down always numbed the pain.
You hardly even remember driving home, but you made it and drunkenly stumbled towards the metal stairs on your fire escape.
The snow had turned to freezing drops of rain hitting your skin and soaking your clothes. It feels like an extra hundred pounds has been added to your body.
Your clothes drag you down, and just like before the world fell sideways. It felt as if everything was in slow motion.
The rain became a fractured mirror of your current state, reflecting what looked like a skeleton back at you. The skin around your eyes, dark and sunken in, the shirt clinging to your skin showing how little you'd eaten. That reminded you, when was the last time you ate?
Only feet from the car you fell, passed out from alcohol poisoning and overexhaustion.
Call it overdoing it but you were in for a rude awakening when you woke up in your apartment the next day.
Devastating would be an understatement, and any medic, cop, and emt, who stood nearby had to fight to hold back tears. Your screams were agonizing, leaving your throat burning. The tears sting your eyes, and the screams numbed your throat. None of it went without reason, after everything you had done to keep her happy, your day out cost your mother her life.
As one of the medics had told you.
"Someone took you in sometime early in the morning to find her passed away on the floor. I'm deeply sorry for your loss."
She'd fallen while trying to take her medicine, if you'd only been there, you thought. No amount of wishing and grievances would bring her back to you, and deep down you knew that but it was unacceptable.
For the next week after you spent the rest of your money on liquor and drugs, anything that numbed you. Something that would carry away the pain, something that would make you mechanically happy. You were barely swimming in a pool of drugs and liquor, it was beautiful like you were looking through a pair of rose colored sunglasses. But you didn't see the danger. At least not the danger that lied ahead.
But he did, he saw it all.
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With the bar close to closing time you stumble through the doors, the cold air startling against your skin. With a shudder you stagger your way towards the back alley across the street. It's dark, the shadows cast from the street lights on the building making it hard to see but you'd walked this way enough to know it well.
"Hey boys, look what we caught!" A nasal voice called out.
Confused, you looked up, in front of you emerging from the shadows were three men. Each stalked closer to you with sinister grins plastered on their faces.
Annoyed and not in the mood, you began to push forward, attempting to ignore them. A hand roughly grabbed your upper-arm, the grip strong enough to bruise. Pivoting on your heel and pulling away from him, you struggled. He wasn't giving up, no matter how hard you pulled. Panic rose on your face and the taller and rounder man beside him laughed at that.
You couldn't get away, the tears welling in your eyes beginning to sting. Reality was setting in, this was it. You were at the disposal of the ugliest men in all of Gotham.
Just as one of your assaulters reached to grope you, a voice echoes from above.
"I wouldn't touch anything if I were you." That voice sent shivers down your spine, it was that same voice that so deeply scared you.
They all looked up, including you. It was pitch black above you, or it was just the alcohol, you couldn't tell anymore.
"And what are you gonna do?" The third assaulter behind you called out. He urged whoever it was to make a move.
"Kill you." A growl echoes from in front of you. You're unable to clearly see as you're pushed to the ground.
"It's The Red Hood! Run!"
Footsteps echo into the distance as you stare into the sky above, unable to find the will to get back up. A low thud is heard from in front of where you lay, footsteps make their way towards you.
Looking down you see Red Hood standing over you, one foot on each side of your legs.
"What the fuck are you thinking?!" You jolt from the sudden loud outburst. Your brows furrowed and you sat up, as you did he stepped back.
He had no business getting in the way of you coping, it angered you that he even tried.
"None… of your phucking business, that's what." You seeth,
It takes a moment but you stumble to your feet, only to catch yourself against the wall of the building closest to you. He steps closer, his hands idly ready to catch you.
"I do what I want."
Even through the mask his anger was evident, but what gave him the right to care about you? Nothing, that's what.
His voice is quieter this time, but the demand was still there. "I'll make it my business."
Glaring daggers at him, you scoff. "What gives you the right?" Venom drips from your voice, but he doesn't back down, instead he jabs his finger in your chest accusingly.
"You're trying to get yourself killed!" He lifts a finger to his chin as if in thought. "No. Actually, I meant you're trying to kill yourself!" He spat.
"Do you even know what you're doing to yourself?" He lifted his arms momentarily before letting them fall to his side with a slap following.
You only stared at him, the hatred burning in your eyes. Yet you said nothing. Had he been right? You wonder.
Reaching up, he grasped your arms carefully.
"I get it, your mom died but that does not constitute this kind of behavior." He lifts a hand to gesture to you "It's coping, believe me I know but this is not the right way to do it."
Anger carried into worry, he was pleading at this rate. But for what reason? you didn't know. Your well being should've been none of his concern, yet it was.
"Bitch, I didn't ask for your opinion. Nor did I ask for your permishun." His head lowered and his shoulders shook with a laugh. Letting go of your arms he backed off.
"Well I tried," he shook his head. "I bet you'll have a hard time buying your escape when you don't have any money." His hand lifted to reveal your wallet.
Lurching forward to snatch it back you tripped over your own feet, a side effect of being drunk. Besides Red Hood's frustration toward you, he caught you anyway.
"M…nnfuchker." You slurred against his hold.
Slipping the wallet back into his pocket, he reached back, his hands on your waist hoisting you over his shoulder while he held you in place by the bend of your knees.
Having been carried home, you were then thrown into your couch. Angry you slurred words at him, but he only nodded and hummed as if responding to a child.
He left, only to come back with his helmet tucked under his arm, and the blanket from your bed, haphazardly tossing it over you.
"Sleep well you angry bitch." He mused before patting your head and climbing out the window.
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Into Eternity Chapter 5
SUMMARY: Now that you're getting to know Jason he doesn't seem that bad
WORDS: 1.6k
NOTES: Sorry this took so long
TAGLIST: @ceshacat @irishbelle34 @scarlet2007
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A few days passed between the time he showed up bloody and now. When you woke up the morning you found that he had written you a note in his place, It said:
"Thanks for last night, you helped me a lot. I'll be coming back sooner or later. I'd like to talk again like we did last night.
oh and I took the jacket back. ~ your's truly, ♡ Jason"
You were rather surprised when you read it, but overall elated that he was glad to come back around anytime. You haven't heard from him since then, of course you saw him on the news plenty of times.
In the time that he left, you found that it felt rather lonely and cold. Perhaps colder than it was, at the time you chalked it up to the weather but now you're certain, it's him.
The couch feels emptier now that he's gone, you find yourself making conversation with yourself to distract from that. But now as you stand in your doorway, sleepy eyes staring with confusion, you find a duffel on the counter beside the fire escape.
Curious and unsure of how it got there to begin with, you make your way over to it.
Carefully reaching up you grab the zipper and peel it open. Inside is various clothes. They aren't yours and they definitely aren't your mother's but the smell they exuded is familiar to that of the jacket that was loaned to you.
Jason had most likely dropped it off while you were asleep, the reason is unknown however. Whether they're for you or for him is uncertain but you decide leaving them is best for now.
Hours after you found it, a rumble made its way into the alleyway beside your apartment before shutting off. Intrigued, you wonder towards the fire escape to peer out the window into the ground below.
You find that the stairwell blocks your view of the ground.
Opening the window you poke your head out to get the better look, your breath comes it white puffs of smoke and the cold envelopes your head.
Through the holes in the metal you could see a bike sitting in the very corner, the same one from when you stole food.
Still confused you poked your head out even further to look around. Suddenly, from above Jason calls out.
"Coming in!"
Fucking back inside, he lands with a thud onto top of the stairs and crawls his way in.
"Thanks for the warning." You say as you shut the window behind him.
In his hands he holds a small back with two boxes inside, setting them on the counter he reaches up and pulls his helmet off. When it came off his hair fell over his eyes, the white blaze in the front perfectly contrasting his deep green eyes.
Shaking the hair from his face he placed the helmet on the counter and began to pull off his gloves.
He furrowed his brows in confusion.
"What'd you say?"
Pulling off the second glove he tossed it down on the counter beside his helmet with an audible slap. You shift your weight from one leg to the other.
"You could have told me you were coming." You say and you open the beg to look at what's inside.
"Well I don't have your number, if I did I could have told you." He unzips his jacket as he smirks at you.
Shooting him a soft glare you go back to taking the boxes out of the bag. Tossing his jacket over the edge of the couch he speaks.
"I got some food by the way, hope you like chicken fried rice." He muses and hands you the box off the top.
Taking the box from his hands with a smile you walk over to the silverware drawer to grab a spoon for you and one for him.
"Thanks."
Taking it from your hand he flashes you another smile. "Of course."
You shook your head before making your way over to the coffee table, when you sat down he was already face deep into the bowl practically inhaling it like he'd never eaten before. It's a rather strange sight but you don't question.
Setting down across from him and placing the box on the table you open it and then begin to unravel it, allowing it to fan out on all sides like a plate.
It takes a second for you to realize that you were being stared at in awe, when you look up to see his face you stifle a laugh. His mouth was open, the spoon only partially inside and his eyebrows raised high.
"What?" You snort.
Setting the spoon back down and closing his mouth, he points to your makeshift plate.
"How?" Was all he said. You smile.
"You've never seen that before?"
He shakes his head. The bewildered look in his eyes is possibly the funniest thing you've seen all day.
Placing your spoon down as well you reach out and begin to unravel his box until it becomes a makeshift plate.
His eyes gleam in surprise at the small action, he looks as though a child seeing a Christmas tree for the first time.
"How did I not know?" He says in a low whispering tone.
"I learned it online." You laugh.
He stares at you dumbfounded, only blinking every few seconds. Finally he nods his head and speaks. "Seriously?"
"Yep." You reply immediately.
Picking up his spoon with a chuckle he stuffs his mouth full of rice, "I'm Shtoopid." He slouches.
"Close your mouth." You comment.
Lifting his hand he covers his mouth, a small sorry coming from him before he eats more.
While eating, a thought crosses your mind. The idea of a literal vigilante going to a Chinese restaurant to order takeout was pretty humorous. The sight in your head you find funny.
"Where were you?" You ask and take another bite.
He hums as he swallows. "I was busy, doing …stuff."
You raise your brows. "What about the wounds?"
He looks from his food to you, hesitation on his face. "I've dealt with worse. I'm fine."
•••••••••••••••
Walking back from throwing your makeshift plate away your eyes drift over the duffel on the counter. Making your way over to it and scooping it into your hand, you present it to Jason. He looks at you confused as he walks past to throw his plate away as well.
"This is yours?" You ask.
He nods. "Yeah. I figured if I was going to spend more time here I might as well bring some clothes to chill in."
You furrow your brows in confusion as he takes it from your hand. He said he would come back around, not stay.
"But why stay here? Don't you have other things to do? Is it your injury?"
He lifts a hand. "Slow down. Jeez. You could say it is because of the injury, or because I need to lie low."
He turns to walk towards the bathroom.
"Wait. That's all?" You call after him.
"Yup." He calls back as he disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
You aren't sure what answer you were hoping for but neither of his reasons were the ones you're looking for. You saunter your way over to the couch, slightly disappointed.
Right before you hear the door open he calls out.
"Now before you set your eyes upon this sexiness, prepare yourself."
The door opened to reveal him flexing in a dull red hoodie and dark blue jeans. Quite different from what you usually saw him in. But the look on his face, similar to that of a smolder, brings a chuckle out of you.
"What are you doing?" You ask with a smile on your lips.
He smiles and begins to strut towards you emphasizing each step with a word.
"Being sexy, cool, and impressive." He stops just short of the side of the couch.
"Ya got me?" Winking at you he makes his way around to sit on the couch beside you.
••••••••••••••• (later that night)
"Guess what?" He asks as he pulls the hoodie over his hand and stands, throwing it behind him on the couch.
You look up at him, tilting your head to the side. "What?"
His face lights up, the excitement buzzing through him "Ask me which way the beach is."
You furrow your brows, confused.
"O-kay… Which way is the beach?" You drawl.
He lifts his arms, both pointing to in front of him. "That way." He muses.
It's obvious he's flexing, but you can't help but stare. The guy was fucking built, who wouldn't look?
"Seriously?"
You deadpan with a small smile on your face. It's hard to pretend to be unaffected when you are very much interested.
"Ah…see, you looked." He says in a sing-song voice.
You shake your head, the heat beginning to creep its way into your face.
"I didn't, it wasn't even that interesting."
Leaning back and crossing your arms you pull the most unamused look you can muster.
"But that's where you mess up." He crosses his arms over his chest as well and leans forward.
"You smiled." He teases.
The bicker went on for a while after and stopped when you stood, defeated. With a wave of your hand you announce your loss. "You win."
He smiles proudly, his hand pointing to you. "Knew it." He stated.
You smile lazily at him before turning to walk to your room. "I'm going to bed, you're staying here again I take it?."
Jason nods. "If you don't mind of course."
You turn momentarily to shake your head and walk away.
"sleep well!" You call out before closing your bedroom door and flopping onto your bed.
"Suit yourself." He replied.
You scoff at that, for someone who lives two lives he sure has a lot of energy. It doesn't bother you, he's fun to be with, sure he flirted and boasted constantly but he never fails to make you smile. You were seriously starting to like him, at least more than you did when you were detoxing.
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Rivers and Roads
A Lokixfem!reader Fic
Word Count: 1k
Epilogue
Tagged readers: @scarlet2007 @lovelysizzlingbluebird
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“It’ll be fine, I promise,” You from your memory said, smiling softly at Loki. You were on the roof of the Avengers complex, the sun setting as you dangled your legs over the roof's edge. You’d come up here to get away from Stark’s palpable judgment and Loki had found you soon after.
“Why do I have a feeling you are keeping something from me? You can’t keep secrets from the God of Lies, Princess.” Loki pressed, his intense gaze searing into your soul like he was looking right through you, past the walls you kept up, and to the truth that lay at the center of your chest. Your stomach fluttered, you were keeping secrets, but you weren’t about to admit it.
“I would tell you if it were dangerous, I wouldn’t risk you getting hurt.” It wasn’t fully a lie, and you’d said many other half-truths to keep him as unsuspecting as possible. It wasn’t dangerous for him. You would be the one who wouldn’t be coming back, you would be the one whose body would be left bleeding alone on Voromir.
You looked away as subtly as possible, pretending to watch the sunset, but you weren’t really seeing it. All you could think about was that this would be your last sunset, your last chance to say the words that you just couldn’t summon the bravery to unleash.
“You can tell me, you know,” Loki said, a softness to his tone that you rarely heard but always cherished, “I wouldn’t sabotage the mission, I just want…”
You brought your gaze back to him as he trailed off, pursing his lips. Your heart cracked as you realized what he was thinking; that after all these years you still didn’t trust him. You gently placed your hand over his where it rested against the ledge you both sat on, “I trust you, Loki. I would trust you with my life if it came down to that.” His eyes widened and you wished you told him this years ago. You’d thought it had been obvious, but perhaps you’d misjudged just how deep-rooted his self-doubt was, “Do you trust me?”
Loki nodded, “Yes.”
“Then it’s settled. We’ll go to Voromir tomorrow morning and we’ll get the Soul Stone.” You removed your hand from on top of his.
“Together,” Loki added and your heartbeat quickened.
“I pinky promise.” You held out your pinky finger and upon Loki’s bewildered look you laughed, “Are you telling me you’ve never done a pinky promise?”
“It sounds much too juvenile for a God,” Loki frowned in disgust.
You grinned, “For a boring God, maybe. Just do the pinky promise, Loki.”
Loki gave you a look that said he’d rather die than lower himself to such mortal standards. You rolled your eyes and snatched his pinky in yours before he could stop you. You were sure if he had actually wanted to he could have pulled his hand away before you could grab it and you almost missed the subtle upturn of the corner of his mouth as he suppressed a smile.
“There,” You said triumphantly, “It’s complete. No takesies-backsies.”
“What is it you always say? ‘You’re the worst’?” Loki teased and you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow. You wanted to stay in that moment forever, you didn’t want the sun to set, you didn’t want to have the talk with Stark that night that you were dreading, and you didn’t want to leave Loki alone on Voromir. Yet all those things would happen, and against all odds, you’d come back sixty-three years later and get launched into yet another whirlwind of emotions and danger. Yet looking back, you weren’t sure if you’d change any of it. You got to be with Loki, centuries ahead of you both. And while you still hadn’t managed to figure out how to stop your souls from returning to the Soul Stone upon your deaths, you had plenty of time to enjoy the present. Just the two of you in your small home on a new, and much safer, planet in New New Asgard. You had missed Earth at first, but you found that most of that was due to missing the people you’d once known but could no longer remember, a shadow of their love hanging over you that you would never get past, but were starting to accept. You still had people in your life that cared for you and a community in which you thrived.
You’d had a few months to settle in, most of your memories had returned, and your relationship with Loki had blossomed into something beautiful. Though some things would always stay the same.
“Loki,” You rolled your eyes, “I swear if you don’t give that back I’ll make you regret it.”
Your arms were crossed over your chest, your foot tapping the ground impatiently.
Loki’s eyes sparked and you regretted your words, “I don’t know what you mean, Princess, but I am eager to hear your punishment.”
Your cheeks flushed at the wolfish grin plastered on his face as he lay naked and sprawled on the bed, your shirt in his hand. You really did need to go wash up and start your day, you were starting to get pretty hungry, but you couldn’t help the heat that started to blossom in your core.
Loki knew it too, his grin only got wider.
You didn’t have anywhere specific you needed to be, even if you were hungry. The Asgardians would be fine without you, and after all the two of you had been through, did you not deserve to indulge a little?
“Don’t think I won’t make you give me my shirt back.” You puffed out your chest, your hands resting defiantly on your hips.
“I’d like to see you try, Princess.” Loki purred, his eyes gleaming.
You would try to get the shirt, but as soon as Loki held you in his arms and pressed a fervent kiss to your parted lips, you’d give up the fight. You could get your shirt back later, along with the rest of your clothes once they’d been torn off.
You were going to let yourself enjoy this. After all, you now had centuries to look forward to, what was a morning spent in the arms of the man you loved going to change?
You had time, and you planned on using it in the only way you wanted; loving Loki with every fiber of your being.
A/N: A short little epilogue!
And it's over! Thank you to everyone for your lovely comments and likes!! I hope you enjoyed this fic and I will be posting a one-shot of Loki waking up after Voromir in the next few weeks :)
#loki needs a hug#loki x you#loki x y/n#loki x reader#protective loki#angst with a happy ending#reader insert#slow burn#fluff#marvel mcu#hurt/comfort#hurt loki#eventual smut
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