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mayaree-darling · 7 months

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from aree: The Harbinger Trailer has consumed me yall are getting a brainrot. (I made this when the trailer first came out and have never posted it so here it is).

tw for yandere content

Yandere!Harbingers with a "darling" who is the right hand of the Tsaritsa herself. Not a Harbinger, but nonetheless important because they're the main strategist of the Fatui. I can just imagine the pain for the Harbingers because although darling is within arms reach, they're not allowed to make a move lest they anger their ruler.

Childe who first sees you akin to a younger sibling amongst the Fatui - you're no underling, on par with a Harbinger in importance if not more, protected almost as much as the Archon Herself - it would be hard not to be protective of you. And yet as you fix his wounds after another fight he started, telling him off in place of Her Majesty, giving him tips on how he could've fought better in whispers in between, his growing need for your attention consumes him. When he kisses your cheek (as thanks, he says) in front of the other Harbingers he's already looking forward to you treating the injuries they're sure to beat into him.

Scaramouche who grins when the Harbingers bristle as you walk side by side in the halls of Zapolyarny Palace - he says you should consider it an honor to walk with him, and it inflates his ego when you reply with a small nod and a smaller smile. Behind the others' backs, he follows you like a lost child, always walking behind you, gripping on to the back of your clothes like you might slip away if he's not careful. He's obsessed with the way you look at him and ask him questions about his creation. He fails to see that the adoration you hold for him is as hollow as he is.

Signora wonders if you know when she is at her lowest, that would certainly explain things, wouldn't it? She thinks she has lost her mind when she sees glimpses of her lost love when turning corners too quickly, haunting her when she lets her guard down but then you're in front of her, greeting her with a soft smile that feels all too familiar and she realizes she has gone mad in other ways (she welcomes that newfound madness like the lover that it is, finally coming home).

Pantalone who believes that one of life's greatest pleasures is to own what others cannot - to collect the rare, the exquisite and the hard to obtain - and to have you, a person of great mind and ranking, be dangled right infront of him on a piece of gold thread held by the Tsaritsa, who was he to resist the urge to make you his? (after all, he deserves only the best) The longer he does not have you, the more your worth rises in his eyes.

Dottore who initially wants to pick apart your brain (quite literally) but his interest shifts and doubles when he reaches an epiphany that what he truly lacked from the Akademiya was someone who shared his intellect, a genius to match his own. Maybe you don't share his affinity for biology, but he loves the way your conversations keeps him on his toes (if you weren't a being close to perfection for him before, then you certainly are now.)

Arlecchino who watches as you care for the children in the orphanage, checking in on them even long after they've joined the ranks of the Fatui and compares it to the frigid ways of the other Harbingers. For the first time since being a part of this cold nation, she is envious of the warmth you give (why must you have so much love to share?) She thinks that should the day come she turns her back on this frigid country, she would surely take your hearth with her.

Marionette who finds herself being drawn to the way you move around a room and hold yourself up in front of people, marveling at the intricacies of each part of your body and the way they make up the being that is you (you could trip and fall and she'd still sigh in awe). Her fascination turns you from muse to future subject. Surely such a specimen must be preserved, right? Not to mention, there would be no greater honor than to turn the Tsaritsa's best into a perfect unchanging doll.

Damselette who usually goes quiet when you're in the same room as her, always eager to hear you talk, almost hissing when a Harbinger tries to speak over you. She finds your voice is the one in her head who speaks reason to her when she gets a bit out of control (Does she listen? No, but your voice is always ever so lovely). Wouldn't it be so nice if you're the lone voice she hears always, the same way you're already always in her thoughts?

Capitano who is thankful his mask covers the fond look he gets when you turn to him - not with fear like the lower ranking Fatui or haughty like the Harbingers - but as an equal, leveling him with a gaze that leaves him fooling himself that it means something more. He's less thankful for his mask when someone calls your attention away from him and he can't control the glare he sends their way (maybe if they saw the way he looked at them, they'd finally be put in their place).

Pulcinella is quick to put you in a pedestal - you are someone to be respected and someone to be kept at a distance. And yet as he watches the Harbingers fall deeper and deeper into obsession, he takes it upon himself to protect the Tsaritsa's favorite and the Fatui's brain from whatever his co workers are plotting. As he spends more time with you (making sure the others do not occupy all of your time), the pedestal he keeps you on crumbles until all he sees is another child to keep under his wing. He fails to see he has only fallen into a different hole as the rest.

Strategist!Darling who may pretend to be oblivious to the Harbingers' feelings but is actually letting it all happen to make sure they all stay under the Tsaritsa's rule one way to another.

Does Pierro know what you're doing? Maybe. It's not like he is blind to how the Harbingers act around you, subtle as they try to be. If you spend enough time with him, you might be able to tell that he enjoys watching you play the part of a fool, dancing around the others and making them dance for you, too. He might even step in once he thinks the other Harbingers are stepping out of line, but it all depends on what he gets out of sticking into your business.

I also like the dynamic where although the Harbingers cannot make a move to claim what is "their's", darling is just as trapped. Although they always sometimes want to leave, they know as much as anyone that the Tsaritsa is the only thing standing between them and the others. The moment they try to leave the Tsaritsa's side or they lose her favor, it's all fair game for the Harbingers.

Everyone is stuck in a stalemate until someone makes a misstep.

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darkestcorners · 2 years

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darknets | 03 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, spying, non-consensual videotaping, tormenting, graphic violence,( TW; human trafficking, heavy themes, non-con touching/groping, mentions of physical abuse )

word count: 14.5k

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A/N; i just want to make it clear, im no expert in criminology so forgive me if there’s inaccuracies, I tried to do my best with research but it’s purely fiction!

summary: You should’ve known better than to chat with strangers online…

Parts: 01 / 02 / 03

The paper cup was held tightly in his hand. He had dropped a tea bag inside , Chamomile. It usually helped with nerves. He watched the girl through the glass, she didn’t look particularly nervous but she did look distraught. The dark eye bags gave away the limited sleep she must have endured, her oversized hoodie making her look smaller than she really was. The added bad posture wasn’t helping either. Her shoulders were slumped, her arms resting on the table in front of her as she stared down at her hands.

Detective Namjoon sighed, opening the door which immediately caused her to turn her head over to him. He gave her a reassuring smile, passing her the cup as he seated himself across from her. His long limbs sat a bit awkwardly on the small chair but he squared his shoulders nonetheless.

“I understand you said she had been acting a little strange for the past few days.” He stated, maintaining a steady gaze on the girl.

“Did she have any mental health issues that you know of? Was she struggling with depression, anxiety or anything of the sort?”

Mina swallowed, bringing her eyebrows together in feigned concernment.

“No, not that I know of.” She explained, letting out another shaky breath. “ It’s just, she was acting really paranoid like, just off, you know?”

Namjoon listened, nodding slowly as another question sat on his tongue.

“Was she scared of someone perhaps? An ex-boyfriend, someone she was romantically involved with?”

“No, I mean the last boyfriend she had was over a year ago and he transferred to another college months ago.” Mina shook her head, then hesitated a bit. “But-“

The detective raised an eyebrow in question, eyes darting around her face as he silently urged her to continue.

“But..?” He added quietly, the girl seemed to be unsure of herself which wasn’t always a good sign. The behavior usually signaled she was holding back, knew a bit more than she was willing to confidently say or was afraid of saying it.

“She had a crush, a guy in our college.” She replied, frowning slightly. “ Jaehyun. I don’t why I brought it up, it’s just a stupid crush.”

Namjoon tilted his head, wondering if the girl really had just brought him up at the sudden topic of her friend’s romantic life or because she suspected him somehow.

It seemed to be an over-analysis on his part but he knew not much was out of the question when it came to missing person cases.

This could be nothing or it could be a lead.

“Did they ever hook up? Form a deeper relationship? Any red flags that you noticed?”

“I don’t think so.” Mina shrugged, looking conflicted as she seemed to try and recall the details. Her eyes were still bloodshot and dried tears stained her cheeks. It made for a pitiful scene, the scene of a girl who looked like she was imagining the worst case scenario regarding her missing best friend.

“I just want you to understand how important it is that you tell me everything.” Namjoon emphasized, leaning forward in the chair, causing it to squeak against the floor.

“You are the last person she contacted, I’m sure you know how pivotal that is.” He brought his hands together, tone light but persuasive. “ You are her closest friend, you may know things she may never have even told her parents.”

Mina bit her lip, her eyes becoming glossy again as tears threatened to spill. It was fortunate she was such an easy crier, her cousin had mentioned time and time again how much of a wonderful actress she was but she hated when Jungkook said that.

It made it seem like there was truly nothing beating inside her, like every action was calculated and void of any real emotion. But it wasn’t like that, she wasn’t like Junglook who never let emotions get in the way of the business. A part of her did ache for her friend, ached with guilt of what she had done to her. Ached even more for the uncertain future that faced her and what Jungkook planned on doing to her.

Her cousin was never the gentle or the understanding type. Jungkook had always been ill-tempered , even when they were children. She remembered how much he loved teasing her, borderline bullying her at times. A particular instance was when she was playing with her dolls, combing their hair and pampering them. Jungkook had come up beside her seemingly just being nosey until he had snatched up the dolls and ran outside with them. Mina remembered chasing him around the small rundown apartment building , yelling at him to give them back but he never did.

The next morning when she went outside, she had found them all tied up on a tree branch, their bodies hanging upside down without their heads.

When she had cried to Jungkook about it, he simply told her to get over it and that she should never get attached to useless things. He was cynical even at such a young age and she wondered if the incident had somehow been foreshadowing of what the future would hold for him. For both of them.

But then she also remembered how much Jungkook taught her how to defend herself, to stand up to anyone who would try to walk over her. He had always defended her, no matter how mean he was most of the time. She didn’t see him that often as kids, maybe if she had, he would have grown to be more sympathetic or not nearly as rough. But Jungkook was in and out of foster homes like she was, they unfortunately were always separated since they weren’t siblings , only cousins. It caused them to only be able to occasionally visit each other until their grandparents had finally taken full custody of them both when they entered high school.

She supposed this life was unavoidable considering their less than fortunate backgrounds, a life filled with deceit, dirty money and betrayal.

“I know,” Mina told the detective, letting the tears fall. “I promise I’ll tell you anything I can, just please find her.”

She sniffed, raising her head and winced instantly. The blow to her head you had inflicted on her when attempting to escape was brutal, she had bled a significant amount but the medical staff insisted she wouldn’t need stitches. The pain still weighed heavy on her head, she had taken aspirin twice already on the long drive back into town but it was as if she hadn’t taken any at all.

Her head was bound to feel awful for at least a couple more days.

She would admit she wasn’t the least bit surprised by the strength you had mustered up to throw her against that wall. She knew you always had a fight in you, you were not weak or easily afraid.

And that’s exactly why she feared for you in Jungkook’s hands.

“You okay?” Namjoon asked, observing her closely.

“Yeah,” Mina assured, adapting a higher pitch tone. “ My head is just killing me, I haven’t slept that good with everything…going on.”

“I understand.” He leaned back, nodding to himself as weighed over his options.

He didn’t want to break it to the girl at the moment but unfortunately, the case was having trouble being a top priority considering the missing person was of age. People tended to leave or travel somewhere without saying a word, that was just a fact. While he himself wasn’t convinced that was the case, as he found it rare for a young college girl to seemingly disappear with a fatally ill father and limited money in her bank account, he knew it could easily be looked over by his team.

They had tracked her card activity and it had not been used once which would usually incline she most likely was not on a simple trip or fleeing.

But it wasn’t enough to completely rule out the possibility , there were cases where people didn’t use their cards in fear of being tracked down by family members. However, her phone was also non-traceable which raised a bit more concern.

“You’ll find her right?” Mina pressed, a practiced and carefully constructed look of pure agony flashing through her features.

“You can’t let her become one of the many missing girls that never get found or worse, it’s always too late and they end up…” The girl’s voice wavered as she took a breath. “ dead.”

The detective looked away at the sight of her never ending tears, his face pinching in frustration.

“I promise I’ll try my best for that to not be the case.” A look of determination crossed his eyes, his tone stern. “ Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll let you know if there’s any updates or if I need more information.”

Mina gave him a slow nod, shakily taking the cup from the table at last and bringing it to her chapped lips.

Namjoon lifted himself off the chair and made his way out the interrogation room. The door clicked shut behind him as he walked forward and stood in front of the glass, looking through the case file and the new notes he had gathered up.

“Anything?” His colleague asked him, the shorter and significantly grumpier detective came to stand next to him with a questioning glance. His black hair was brushed back, revealing his handsome pale face that held a somber expression.

“Not much Yoongi, the friend basically told me the same thing her parents did. The girl doesn’t suffer from any mental disorders, she had a pretty normal life, decent friends and no seeming reason to flee town.” Namjoon explained.

Yoongi nodded, taking a look through the glass and examining the girl.

“She did mention she was acting pretty off a few days before though, paranoid it seems.” Namjoon adds with a frown.

Yoongi’s gaze slowly leaves the girl to land back on his partner, he seems to process the information before he voices his thoughts.

“You mentioned her father is terminally ill and the family isn’t in the best financial situation, could she have possibly run off to find some money? Shady business?” The detective offered.

“Possibly but why wouldn’t she at least tell her friends? Unless she was doing something very illegal.” Namjoon thought it out, suddenly considering the idea more before another thought crossed his mind.

“There’s another thing, it’s probably nothing but the friend mentioned some crush, a guy named Jaehyun. She seemed a little weird about him.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knitted together at the information and it was clear both detectives were thinking the same thing.

“A crush? Nothing more?”

“The friend denied it but she looked unsure of her answer, like she really didn’t know the full length of the relationship possibly.” Namjoon replied, eyes glued on the file in his hand.

Yoongi’s face didn’t give away much, it never really did. He had a perfected poker face and it was something that always slightly bothered the other detective for it was difficult to truly see what he was feeling or going through his head.

Suddenly, the file folder was ripped out of Namjoon's hands and he sent a glare to his colleague.

“You’re right, it could be nothing or it could be a college hook up gone terribly wrong.”

Namjoon never appreciated how drastically his partner jumped to conclusions, he supposed it was part of any detective's job to consider every possibility , no matter how unlikely it seemed but it seemed like the shorter detective always had an extreme way of working with cases with little evidence to go by.

“Looks like we need to have a talk with this Jaehyun guy.” Yoongi waved the folder in his hand before stalking away, leaving Namjoon completely flabbergasted.

As always.

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Your skin felt sticky with sweat, you awoke with a loud gasp, inhaling the air sharply as your body sprung up. Expecting to feel the hard cushion beneath you and the familiar brick walls, you were alarmed when you realized there was no hard surface beneath you. You lay in a wide bed, soft with silk sheets and pillows that felt like mountains of clouds.

The room was large. Well, larger than the one you previously had been stuck in. Your eyes traveled to the vanity on the side, bright round bulbs lined up the mirror and all types of makeup, accessories and perfumes sat on it.

If you were being honest, part of you expected to not wake up at all, convinced that Jungkook had ultimately decided to bury a bullet inside your head after the events that took place.

It was all you had dreamed about.

The trigger going off, the image of Do-yeon’s figure just plopping onto the ground with a pool of blood to greet your knees. Whether her eyes would have fallen shut or chillingly remained opened with a soulless stare to swallow you up.

You couldn’t believe you had been willing to do that.

You couldn't believe you had almost done that if the gun had actually been loaded.

It didn’t let you rest. Do-yeon was alive, at least that’s what you thought. There was no reason for you to dwell on what could’ve been but you couldn’t help but feel like you deserved every bad thing happening to you for so willingly being ready to take someone’s life to save yourself.

“Bad dreams?” The voice was unexpected, it brought you out of your half conscious state immediately and you turned your neck to explore the layout of the room.

It was a loft-style bedroom, with a staircase to your right and at the bottom floor was evenly furnished, expensively furnished. It was wide and spacious, decorated with pretty ornaments and a neutral gray color scheme. Somehow, that made your stomach flip, such a seemingly normal room hidden within this type of foul environment was nauseating.

Your captor sat at the bottom on a sofa, legs spread out as he looked up at you.

It was then you also realized that your wrists weren’t being tugged, they didn’t burn or ache and your eyes slowly fell on them as you brought them up to your face.

You weren’t tied up.

“ Surprised?“ Jungkook spoke as he watched you with a lazy smirk.

“You shouldn’t be, ropes serve no purpose other than for punishment.” He added as he stood up with a sigh, sending you another more knowing look. “ Or maybe you like being tied up …in other ways.”

You eye him, ignoring his crude comment and frowning as you take in your surroundings one more time. That’s when it hit you to look down at yourself, your eyes slowly landing on your legs and noticing the ripped tights were no longer on your thighs.

Chin dipping, you let out a hiss at the sight of the new clothing on your body. Gray sweatpants with a matching tank top.

“You undressed me!?” You shout, feeling a shiver run through your body at the thought of him undressing you.

“Relax, I promise I didn’t peek.” His deep voice travels easily to you. You don’t miss the light and taunting tone he used. “Well, maybe a little.”

“You sick bastard, you touched-“

“I didn’t do anything but dress you, calm the hell down.” The sternness of his statement makes you shut your mouth, you nearly have to quite literally bite your tongue in order not to continue lashing out at him. Could you even trust what he told you? You supposed it didn’t even matter anymore, your body didn’t belong to you anymore in a place like this.

“Where am I?” You demand. “ Why am I here?”

“Did you forget already?“ He asks with fake amusement, walking near the staircase and leaning against it. “ You’re my new golden girl, princess.”

Your heart sank at his words, remembering what he had told you after you had pulled the trigger.

“And with that comes your new privileges, starting with your new room.” He looks around, and you notice a long slit on his pierced eyebrow, the dried blood clear.

But that’s only the less severe of his injuries, as your eyes study him more you notice more dried blood on the side of his neck. You squint, seeing an earring missing from his left ear, the cross earring you so very much hated. You couldn’t make out the wound in detail from where you sat but you still found yourself wincing at the sight of it .

That had to hurt, you thought to yourself.

“Don’t you like it?” He turns back to you, his upper lift lifting to reveal his upper teeth in a patronizing smile. “ I think it’s rather fitting for such a spoiled little princess .”

His last words came out in a sneer, a dark glare forming in his gaze that revealed the simmering anger that he had yet to cool down from. He was clearly still upset with your attempted escape, and that brought you a bit of joy, seeing him upset in any way was rewarding to you.

“Why are you doing this? After trying to escape, why give me this luxury?” You spit at him, it was as if the events that occurred the night before had never happened in the first place. No matter how much he threatened you, you wouldn’t become a puppet to him.

“And where is Do-yeon?” You add, your eyes lingering on the nasty cut on his eyebrow and on the reddish tint that covered his face. His hair was out of place too, messily swept to one side.

Jungkook licked his lips, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t tell me you’re concerned for the girl you nearly blew the brains out of?” He taunted with a sinister tone, he sounded amused as if he truly found the situation entertaining.

“Don’t worry, princess. She’s none of your concern. In fact, I bet she would be very thankful for you right now.” He raised both his eyebrows with a practiced look of genuine concern that made his doe eyes seem boyish for a second.

“Because of you, I have no use for her anymore so I handed her off to my buddies.” He explained, voice lowering. “ They must be taking great care of her, they’ve always loved sharing my leftovers.”

Your mouth curls in disgust, your skin crawling at the thought of Do-yeon being stuck with more men like him and being made to do god knows what.

Then Mina’s words entered your mind.

“My cousin may be cruel but there’s others here much worse than him.”

“Although, they are into some rather odd stuff.” Jungkook continued with his torment. “And they hate disobedience, much like me.”

He took a step forward, slowly starting to climb the staircase.

“But unlike me,” He kept his dark eyes on you. “They aren’t as kind to the girls, not very big on the ‘no hitting women’ policy.”

When he made it to the top of the steps, he paused, eyes traveling to your worn out appearance and the way you stiffened immediately.

“And you are?” You threw back at him, finding it hard to believe he was excluded from the terrible acts they did to the girls here.

His eyes narrowed , taking heavy steps towards the bed.

“You tell me. If I was a worse man, you’d be in a body bag right now after that little stunt you pulled.” He bit out, keeping his intense gaze on you. “ Maybe I’d even ship the body bag back to your parents, right on their doorstep.”

The blood drained from your face, hating how much his words struck you. You immediately imagined your parent’s faces, their broken expressions upon seeing your corpse. Your little brother’s face.

“Or,” He thought for a moment, now looking down at your figure. “ You could be a good little broken doll, you know how many sick fucks would pay to see you just limp and unconscious while men did unspeakable things to you?”

You sucked in a breath, somehow despising that scenario even more.

Jungkook watched your reaction, an unreadable look on his face despite the clear sinister words he had uttered out his mouth.

“So yes, I do think I’m rather kind.” He finished, lips twitching when he noticed your frozen stance.

“Why me?” You blurt out and watch his expression change instantly, not seeming to expect the sudden question.

“Why choose me over Do-yeon? Over your golden girl? Huh?” It didn’t make any sense to you, why would he trade you, a complete stranger who he had just kidnapped over a girl who was seemingly his favorite for a while, someone so striking and willing to please him.

Why me? The nausea hadn’t gone away, it only got worse with how much the question ran through your head. You tried to figure out the reason for his sudden interest in you, did he simply take joy in terrorizing you?

Jungkook was silent for a long moment, you thought he wasn’t going to answer your question at all but then he placed his hands on the mattress, leaning forward as you sat there, refusing to back up despite the sheer terror that ran through you.

“I always like to break my new toys before handing them off to the others.” He told you. His face was so close that your noses nearly touched.

“Ruin them for others.” He lifted a piece of your hair, tugging it surprisingly hard that you nearly let out a yelp.

You glared at him.

“Make them remember how much they are going to miss me when I let them go,” He hissed. “How much they are going to beg to return to me even when they claimed to hate me so much.”

You were sure you’d rather put a bullet through your own head before ever begging him.

As if he could read your thoughts, he let go of your hair before gripping the side of your face, bringing you closer and you nearly fell right onto him with the sudden pull he gave you.

“We are going to have a fun time together, don’t you think?”

Before you could respond to him, his lips met yours in a harsh kiss. Your face scrunched up instantly and you attempted to pull away from it but Jungkook’s hands gripped the back of your neck, further pushing you onto his mouth . Half his body was on you as your hands attempted to pull his weight off, your hands throwing pathetic punches towards his shoulders.

When he finally let go, you gasped for air immediately but not before you went to lunge at him.

He caught your arms with ease, pushing you back against the mattress and away from him, dodging your attempts to hit him.

“If you can’t even handle a little kiss from me then I do worry how you are meant to manage.” He chuckled, taking long strides back towards the staircase and you practically sneered at him. You pushed hair out of your face, the force of his push had sent you completely flying face-down on the bed.

You wiped your swollen lips with the back of your hand, hating how much he thought he had a right to you.

“Fucking asshole.” You hiss, clenching your jaw as you see him already reach the bottom of the stairs and make his exit out the room.

Your glare is set on him as he opens the metal door, clearly locked with a passcode that you will never know the code of. He lifts his gaze up to you, meeting your eyes as an amused expression still sits on his face.

“Careful, I’m really starting to like that attitude.”

Your face instantly falls and his lips quirk up at the sight, sending you one last look before the sound of the door echoed shut throughout your cage.

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The hot shower steamed up the glass on the sliding doors, the mist quickly filled the bathroom and suffocated it. Jungkook lifted his head up, letting the water run down his face as he ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t stand the stench of iron on his shirt anymore, soaked with his Do-yeon’s blood from pathetic attempts that only sealed her fate further.

Not only that, his shirt had also been stained with the blood of his cousin from the hard hit to her head.

He felt for Mina, he really did but she was incredibly stupid for letting her guard down. If Jungkook had taught her anything, it was that you never turn your back on your enemy, that included the hostage. His cousin knew better, he knew Mina had been trained well enough so he knew that her moment of weakness was due to her close relationship with you.

He had to remind himself to make it clear to her that she couldn’t let that happen again.

He shut off the shower, sliding open the door and stepping out. Wrapping a towel around his waist loosely , he ran his palm across the mirror and took a look at his scratched up face. The cut on his eyebrow was still visible but less so now that the dried blood has washed off. Nonetheless, it looked like it would leave an ugly scar, a long open slit through the eyebrow was already forming.

Do-yeon had been a pain in the ass to get rid of, it’s as if the girl had already known the fate that awaited her with Jimin and Taehyung because she had resisted with every last bit of her strength.

She had twisted in his grip, flailing her arms around like a mad woman and begged him to not do it. In her frantic actions, she had gripped his hair and when he went to remove her hand, her perfectly manicured long nails had dragged along his face, nearly ripping his piercing out completely with the amount of desperation she had fought with. She didn’t stop there though. When he had pulled her off him, she lunged back into him with greater force, ripping the earring off his ear, causing blood to gush out immediately.

But alas, she couldn’t escape it. Jungkook had grown angrier by the minute and practically threw her out the luxurious room that was once her safe space and into the hands of the duo with the worst reputation in the building.

If Jungkook had even half the heart, he would have thought twice about sentencing her to such a cruel fate that would end in non-stop suffering. He knew of their ways, he had not been lying to you when he said that some men here didn’t have any morals left.

Why would they when they were already committing one of the most heinous of acts?

But Jungkook didn’t even have a quarter of a heart when it came to Do-yeon anymore. Whatever little sympathy or care he may have once for her had completely vanished the moment he saw her on that fence, ready to make a run for it. His rules were always simple, don’t bite the hands that feed you.

And he wasn’t the forgiving type.

However, something deeper brewed underneath him. The imagine of you was ingrained in his mind, it had been the moment he saw you though that webcam you had dumbly not covered. Your face was pretty, very pretty but it wasn’t anything out of this world and he knew that. With the type of business he was in, he had seen dozens and dozens of pretty faces over the years, some that could give models a run for their money.

But he thought you would make a good addition, you were cute and had a normal enough appearance. Some viewers liked the less luxurious look, some favored a more subtle appearance that didn’t stand out much for whatever reason. That had been his excuse, that you would be good business and a new fun thing to play with.

It wasn’t completely true though. Jungkook’s liking towards you was stubborn, more stubborn than the average want to just try out another new pretty face. He couldn’t understand what was so different about you because there wasn’t anything different about you.

Yet you had struck a nerve with him, the determination you had and how quickly you had moved into action. Most girls were too afraid to anger anyone here when they first came, too in shock to even react to the circumstances but your fear was no match for your anger. Even a moment ago, he could tell how scared you were but you were too prideful to show it, putting on a brave face in front of him as if he couldn’t see past it.

You reminded him of himself in a way.

Putting up a tough act and steel font to protect yourself.

Except his wasn’t an act or a font. He wanted to show you he could easily break down those steel walls of yours. You were no match for him.

So why did you make him so angry? You infuriated him. Ever since he found you, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Nothing seemed to distract him enough, he had a tendency to get obsessed with the chase, the stalking and tracking down of new girls for the business.

But once he caught them and brought them here, he never bothered much with them after that.

Not with you though.

His fascination should have been dying down by now but why did only seem to be growing? He didn’t like the feeling inside him. It was intoxicating, he felt so feverish when he had watched you sleep earlier.

When he was taking off your clothes earlier to change you, he hadn’t been lying to you when he said he hadn’t done anything else. He was tempted to, so tempted but his eyes took you in your face instead. The way small puffs of air left your plump lips. His attention was purely on the way your face scrunched up every so often, as if you were experiencing the worst nightmare. Which you were, he supposed. His fingers had trailed your collarbone, relishing in the softness of your skin. It had reminded him of when he had sneaked into your room all those weeks ago, how he’d taken pictures of your exposed neck. It was his favorite part of your body for some reason, perhaps he simply loved to imagine his fingers around your neck, tightening until you begged him to stop with choked breaths. Once he had finished dressing you, he had called for a medic to check on you just to be sure you didn’t have any further injuries and to confirm that your state of unconscious had only been because of how worn out you had been.

He didn’t like the discomfort and skittishness he felt seeing you so lifeless, it was the first time you had looked so at peace since you had got here . But somehow he preferred you with that fire and hatred in your eyes.

You weren’t supposed to still be inside his head.

You weren’t supposed to be making him feel this way.

He was supposed to shoot you the moment he saw you fall from that fence, getting ready to sprint. He should’ve shot you but he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. This problem would have been easily solved if you were simply just another corpse to get rid of.

A loud knock on his door brought him back to reality, away from his haunting thoughts.

“Come in.” He replied loudly as he slipped out of the bathroom.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” The man announced as stepped inside and took a glance at the younger boy’s naked chest that was covered with ink on nearly every inch. Jin himself was dressed in his usual attire that nearly everyone there wore like a uniform. All black .

“Shut the hell up.” Jungkook grumbled walking past him to grab the clothes off the chair that sat at the corner.

“What’s up with your shit mood, thought you got that little new girl back. “ Jin shut the door with the heel of his boot, the sound echoing throughout the wide and long corridors on the other side.

“I did.” Jungkook clipped. “So I don’t want to hear shit from you about how I nearly risked the entire business for some random girl.”

Jin was quiet as he stood by the door. By the sound of his tone, he didn’t probe the younger boy any further. Jungkook would admit he was quite foul when he wasn’t in a good mood. Which was nearly always.

“I know what I’m doing, I always know what I’m doing.” Jungkook sent a harsh glare towards Jin, making it clear.

The older man sent him a hard look in return, not looking exactly convinced by the words or by his attitude.

“And what about your golden girl? I heard she made quite a scene as well.” Jin asked casually, amusement in his tone as he leaned against the wall behind him. Jungkook knew that Jin really couldn’t care less about Do-yeon but he was aware of how long Jungkook had kept her around and he wasn’t a fan of it at all. He remembered all the subtle and not so subtle warnings Jin had thrown at him, urging him to cut ties before things got ugly.

“Do-yeon’s not my problem anymore and much less my golden girl.” Jungkook scoffed, a humorless smile hinting at his lips as rage filled him.

“She could end up in a ditch after Jimin and Taehyung are done with her for all I care.”

Jin hummed in agreement, seemingly glad to hear the detachment in his voice. Jin had made it clear that he thought the girl would end up being trouble, she had gotten too comfortable over the years, sometimes acting like she was above some of the other guys in charge here. Jin thought it was dangerous, he was starting to think Jungkook had indeed formed an attachment to Do-yeon that was more than just physical.

It was stupid of him to think that, Jungkook thought.

He knew his limits and while Do-yeon was gorgeous, that was all she was to him. She had been good to him, really good for years but there was nothing to get attached to.

She was a girl like any other, nothing more and nothing less.

It was better to keep things distant, professional and strictly business when it came to the girls here. They couldn’t be given any glimmer of hope.

“So is the new girl your golden girl now?” Jin teased, crossing his arms as he watched Jungkook finish dressing. Jin never bothered much with favorites, he wanted to keep himself away from them as possible and whatever temptations he had were quickly shut down by his own logical mind. He never involved himself with the same girl twice, that’s just how he preferred it.

Jungkook was an interesting case, that’s what the others here told him. They said he had an air of almost loyalty to him. Jungkook nearly laughed in their faces when they mentioned that, it sounded ridiculous but he couldn’t deny that he had always picked favorites. From the very beginning he would focus on a particular girl and then drop her when he got sick or bored of her.

“For now.” Jungkook simply replied, buckling his belt.

“Doesn’t sound too promising, maybe you should hand her over to Hoseok.” Jin suggested.

That made Jungkook look up sharply, frowning instantly.

“What?”

“Yeah, he mentioned he found her really cute when he snatched her back up for you.” Jin let out a chuckle, obviously taking the piss out of the whole situation.

Jungkook didn’t find it funny though, his lips were set in a straight line as his jaw tensed.

“Tell Hoseok to keep his fucking dick in his pants, at least while he’s with my cousin.” Jungkook spit out, his already sour mood worsening with the very thought of not only that douchebag blatantly cheating on his cousin but him getting anywhere near you sent him over the edge.

He tried to keep the flame at bay but it only worsened the more he tried to suppress his unwelcoming emotions.

“Since when have you cared about monogamy that much? You had no problem sharing Do-yeon from time to time.”

That was different, Jungkook wanted to snap but the words were so foreign even to him.

The thought of any other men here even touching you sent a distasteful image to his head, maybe it was selfishness but Jungkook knew the moment you would act up with someone else here, they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you. You were not theirs to touch and much less hurt, it enraged him to even think about it.

“Since now.” His words were final. “I don’t give a shit, I’m not sharing.”

Jin knew to back off when he said that, clearly realizing he hit a sensitive spot with both the new girl and Mina. He never knew Jungkook to be that territorial with the women in his life but he supposed he shouldn’t be that shocked, he always had a strong personality that didn’t allow him to take a lot of things lightly.

“Speaking of Mina, are you sure we can trust her not to crack with the authorities?” Jin swiftly changed the subject to more serious matters. He had been worried ever since Mina went back in town, knowing the police were likely questioning right now.

“Mina may be clumsy and an idiot half the time,”Jungkook reasoned with a heavy sigh. “ But she’s loyal, she would never betray me.”

Jin knew he was right, nobody would have allowed her into this business if they suspected she would rat them out at the first chance she got. She had always been on top of everything, despite her clear distaste for it.

Still, he knew how much detectives loved to play mind games in order to corner the suspects.

“How long do you think until she’s in the clear?”

“Couple weeks maybe,” Jungkook shrugged, seeming to calculate the exact time in his head. “She needs to stay in town for a while to not raise any suspicion. It won’t be that long before they consider it a cold case, Y/n is not a minor or a child so they won’t prioritize it as much.”

“Or even better, consider Jaehyun the number one suspect and murderer.” He added with a raised brow, proud smirk forming on his lips and Jin knitted his eyebrows as his gaze narrowed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Jungkook had moved in front of his mirror, hissing as he further examined the wound on his ear.

“What a little bitch..” He mumbled as the memory of Do-yeon’s nails surfaced again.

“You better not have done some stupid shit, I’m serious.” Jin warned behind him, his tone lowering. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Relax, it’s just some fabricated messages. Light work for me.” He replied with a smirk, unable to hide the cynical pleasure he took in the situation.

Jin eyed him with clear uncertainty, his face hardening. If he knew anything about Jungkook, it was that he always took things too far. He knew the younger boy like the back of his hand, had an impulsive nature that didn’t blend well with his malicious tendencies.

“What will they find on that classmate’s computer?” Jin asked lowly.

Jungkook’s eyes met his through the mirror but he wasn’t the least bit put off by Jin’s intimidation. Nobody here frightened him.

“I’m just not a fan of history majors.” Jungkook told him instead with an innocent look that made his doe eyes gleam. That made Jin nearly let out a low chuckle of utter disbelief before he shook his head and opened the door, sending him one last warning look.

“Whatever, just make sure your cousin doesn’t fuck this up.”

—

“Excuse me.”

The muffled voice went unnoticed by you, along with the sound of a key card sliding.

You had been going insane stuck inside this room, the said ‘luxuries’ were no comfort at all. Sure, they may serve as a temporary relief from the awful ropes they had tied you with on your arrival here but it didn’t erase the reality. It was nothing but that, a distraction.

A gilded cage.

In a way, you had almost preferred that Jungkook had kept you in the old room, at least no memories that constantly shoved your utter betrayal in your face were in there. Even if there wasn’t anything particularly unique about the bedroom, nothing that indicated Do-yeon had lived here for years. You could just imagine her here, sitting where you now sat.

You had searched for any small thing that was hers, an accessory, a hairbrush, makeup even. But there was nothing. Everything looked brand new, untouched. All the makeup was unopened, the hair brushes had not one piece of hair on them and the accessories were all still packaged in small boxes.

You wondered if the smell of the sheets were the only thing left of her but even those smelled freshly washed with the strong scent of detergent coating them.

It disturbed you how easily he managed to get rid of her and not leave a single trace behind in what used to be her room. In a strange way, it almost made you feel like a home wrecker of some sort.

You couldn’t help but think that was bound to happen to you too.

When would Jungkook get rid of you and toss you out? When will he erase every trace of you in this room for the next girl who met the same path? Was it all just a vicious cycle? The thought made you fist up the comforter underneath you, unable to hold down the displeasure.

You needed to figure out where Do-yeon was now.

“Hello? I’m sorry to disturb you but they told me to come get you.” You finally glanced down to the bottom floor, your eyes landing on who the feminine voice belonged to.

A girl stood here, she didn’t look much younger than you but she definitely looked more meek. She was short, a look of pure uncertainty had taken over face as she peeked into the room.

“I-I’m meant to take you to the cafeteria for lunch.”

That made you reluctantly stand from the bed but you couldn’t help the confusion you felt with every one of her words. You eyed her with uneasiness as you slowly made your way down the steps.

“Who are you?” You ask and for the first time today, your mind wanders to Mina. Where was she? A dark thought passed through you, one that wondered if you had injured her severely to the point of head trauma.

Another even more sinister thought came flooding in after that, one that asked you why you would even care. Mina was the reason you were here, if anything , you wished she was dead. Death was little to pay for what she had done to you.

That cynical part of your mind concerned you, it was far too easy for you to access it and wish death upon those who wronged you but you couldn’t help it. You were always the type to hold grudges and this was one you would take to your grave.

“Uh…” The girl stalled as she seemed to debate answering the question. “ Jiyeon.”

As you neared the door, you took a better look at her scared figure. She wore simple clothes, similar to ones Jungkook had dressed you in. A gray tank top but she wore matching shorts instead of sweat pants.

“Did Jungkook send you?”

“No,” She replied, unable to keep your gaze. “Jin did.”

Who was Jin?

“Who’s that?”

“Um, he’s the person in charge of us.” She licks her lips. “Well, one of them.”

You raise an eyebrow, glancing ahead of her towards the empty corridors.

“Cafeteria? Is that where all the girls eat?” You ask shakily, your mind instantly going towards Do-yeon.

Was she there? If she was, you needed to talk to her.

Jiyeon simply nods, a look of impatience flashing her eyes.

“Okay, let’s go.” You nod and she hesitantly steps aside, no longer blocking the exit and you waste no time to get out of the room.

It quickly comes to your attention that you’re not sure how you are meant to navigate this factory, everything looks too similar. The long illuminated corridors resembled the exact ones Mina had taken you through but it couldn’t be the same one. At least, that’s what you thought.

You imagine it must’ve been on purpose or simply the way the factory was originally built. It didn’t provide any unique starting point or a way to memorize certain doors or hallways. It was intended to be confusing, it was meant to install doubt at every corner and leave you wondering what actually sat behind each door.

The girl walked in hurried yet unsteady steps. She kept glancing back at you every other second, afraid she’d somehow lose sight of you when it was merely impossible for you to go anywhere without her knowledge. You felt yourself quickly feeling sorry for the girl, she was just like you. One more captive.

You wondered if maybe you would look just as scared as her one day. That instead of building more resistance, you’d get every ounce of bravery sucked out of you and eventually cower completely and give up.

“How long have you been here for?” The question naturally flies out your mouth as you stare down at your socked feet padding against the floors.

The girl is quiet, looking over her shoulder at you then her eyes drift to the upper corners of the walls.

“I’m not sure,” She says, shrugging. “Months.”

She didn’t know?

Of course she didn’t, they probably didn’t keep them up to date on anything here. They were left completely in the dark about everything and they’d soon start to forget how many days or weeks had passed.

“How….how’d they find you?”

There was a long pause before she answered.

“I don’t know …I just came across a job offering online. It was for some private company.” Jiyeon slowed her steps a bit. “He was nice, really nice.”

You swallowed, feeling your stomach flip.

“Who was?”

“The guy.” Her voice wavered, a new emotion taking over. “ The one who stuck me inside a van as soon as our ‘interview’ was over .”

Your head felt tight with the twisted thoughts that swirled inside , each one so sinister and dreadful. You were in fact not special, your case couldn’t be unique. These girls had been preyed on by men just like Jungkook, maybe not exactly the same way but that’s what made it more alarming. They had different methods of catching the victims, some probably more subtle and discreet than others.

Before you could question her further, you both came down to what looked like a dead-end that reminded too much of the path you and Do-yeon had faced in your failed escape. However, Jiyeon stopped before you reached that dead-end and turned to a pair of large doors to your right, with surprising windows that let your peer inside.

Your eyes took in all the girls inside, most sitting on what looked to be cafeteria style tables and some walking around the wide space. The doors were pulled open by the girl in front of you and you hurried inside , your gaze determined to land on Do-yeon. The room had no windows as expected, no way of bystander even catching a glimpse of the hell inside here.

What first caught your attention was someone staring at you . You looked to the side, seeing a guy with a lean figure standing with his arms lazily crossed over his chest who had seemed to have been watching over the girls before he had taken interest in your arrival. His hair was a bleached blonde, falling gracefully along his face that was made up of both sharp and soft features.

His slit-eyed gaze in particular was a bit overwhelming but his overall expression was welcoming, kind even.

He sent a wide smile your way, eyes crinkling at the corners as he motioned for you to come over.

“That’s Jimin.” Jiyeon whispered to you before you both walked in sync towards him.

“This our new girl?” He asked, in a voice of silk. Jiyeon gave him a single curt nod, immediately stiffening.

“Yes, I was told to bring her to eat here.” She says as her eyes are glued to the floor and you raise an eyebrow in question.

She looked petrified.

The guy, Jimin, studied her for a moment. He didn’t look the least bit upset or angry which is why you were a little put off by how the girl looked like she was ready to vomit all over herself. Color drained from her face, coming and going as you saw the tips of her fingers twitch with nerves.

“Right,” Jimin says, eyes landing on you for a mere second and then he taps Jiyeon’s chin with two fingers. “Keycard, please?”

She quickly reaches behind her, pulling out the card from the waistband of her shorts and hands it over to him. He takes it swiftly, the card disappearing somewhere inside his back pocket before you could catch a good glimpse of it.

“Thank you,” He emphasizes with a brighter smile and you can’t deny he was handsome. You wonder if that’s also meant to mean something, were the men here specifically young and attractive to lure girls in? You didn’t doubt it one bit.

“What a doll, as always.” His tone is light and friendly as he points behind him. “Why don’t you go grab a bite? Before the food gets cold.”

Jiyeon didn’t linger for even a second, her legs worked faster than her brain because she was out of his sight before he had even finished his last sentence. He seemed to notice it too, his eyes trailing behind her and at the way she scurried off. He laughed under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

You instantly felt compelled to follow her so you quickly began making your way towards the direction she went but Jimin’s voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“I didn’t say you could go.”

Halting, you turn to glance at him over your shoulder. His tone had been sharp but his expression held no sign of it.

He gave a grin instead.

“I’m just messing with you, relax.” He sounded so sickeningly sweet. “You new ones are always so jumpy.”

You eyed him with obvious suspicion, turning to look ahead of you at all the dozens of girls who sat on the worn out cafeteria tables. They all held similar expressions, some more unnerved than others and some even looking slightly bored. It was clear who were the ones that had been here a while, they looked defeated and lifeless. Your eyes caught sight of Jiyeon again, a tray of food in her hands as she cautiously walked to an open spot at a table. Her eyes alert and wide, like she was always expecting something to jump at her.

“She’s not new.” You pointed out.

You didn’t know if Jimin had heard you until he walked up beside you which made you almost flinch away. His eyes followed yours.

“She’s always been like that.” He told you in an informative tone. “You should’ve seen her when I was interviewing her. Shaking in her seat.”

You took in his words, remembering what Jiyeon had just told you. An interview.

This was the guy who took her.

“To be fair, she wouldn’t have gotten the job anyway. Even if it was real.” He teased as he leaned closer to you.

“It’s really a shame but the ones I choose aren’t the brightest.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a hot ball of anger in the pit of your stomach. His sweet tone didn’t match the words he’d say at all, it was infuriating to say the least.

“ I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just pointing out the obvious.” He leaned back, sighing. “If some of these girls were smarter they wouldn’t fall for such sketchy internet scams.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to not feel guilty for kidnapping innocent girls?”

You should have held your tongue, you had already been warned before by Mina and Jungkook. You knew better and your instincts told you to keep quiet but yet your mouth seemed to move on its own. To your surprise though, Jimin didn’t look angry or put off by what you said.

He sent you a tight-lipped smile.

“No,” He hums. “I never said I felt guilty.”

That made you fall silent, you couldn’t help but feel a little shocked at the way no emotion crossed his eyes. Just a vacant stare.

“Of course, why would I expect anything more from sick bastards like you.” You say.

His smile didn’t falter but his eyes squinted a bit as they roamed you.

“I can see you haven’t been properly trained yet.” You kept your hard stare on him. “ Funny, I’d imagined you’d be after what you pulled.”

Jimin’s hands moved behind his back, taking a step closer. The scent of rosewood hit your nostrils.

“I wonder if our Jungkook has gone soft?” He whispered.

Hardly, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was anything but soft, he was absolutely insane and cruel. Has this guy lost his mind? Was he simply joking with you? Or worse, was what Jungkook had told you in fact true?

You didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to think that Jungkook was your best option here because it couldn’t be true. Not after the way he treated you. Not after making you do that to Do-yeon and tossing her to the side like damaged goods.

“Jimin.” The call of his name made him slowly turn his head, his attention ripped away from you and towards another guy behind you both.

The man looked slightly older but his face was youthful, and of course, he was also stunning. It was starting to get insulting at this point. His dark hair was at a similar length as Jungkook’s but his features were vastly different. They were much more softer and subtle, a look of elegance almost. He was lean and tall, significantly taller than the guy in front of you right now.

He gave Jimin a warning look, tilting his head to motion him to follow him.

Jimin turned back to you, seeming to take you in again before another one of those chilling bright smiles returned to his face.

“It was nice meeting you, doll.” He said in a tone that dripped of false sincerity. “ I’m sure you’ll be much more pleasant next time I see you.”

You didn’t want to know what he meant by that but you felt the air return to you when he turned to leave at last, walking towards the other man waiting for him. They disappeared behind a corner, leading who knows where and you were left alone to contemplate your horrible nightmare yet again.

Something about that guy was so off. You almost laughed at your conclusion, there was something obviously off with every man here. They were human traffickers for god’s sake.

The quiet chattering that filled the room made you turn your attention back to what you came here to find. The girls seemed to actually be allowed to converse amongst themselves to your surprise. For some reason, you imagined that even that was also prohibited.

When you made your way towards the countless tables, some girls stared but most kept their head down or angled to whoever they were talking to. You should have made your way to get some food but despite your growling stomach, all you could focus on was finding the girl you had thrown under the bus in the worst possible way.

For a second, the thought of her not being here crosses your mind and that sets you into a quiet panic. If she wasn’t here that must have meant she was somewhere you couldn’t access her easily. This seemed like the only place you could get a solid chance of talking to her and finding out if she was okay. You didn’t know when else you’d be able to get a hold of her. Or if you ever would cross paths again knowing how Jungkook seemed beyond upset with you earlier for even mentioning her name.

“Sorry,” You mumble when you nearly bump into a random girl in your attempt to hurriedly push through the crowded area.

She didn’t acknowledge you as she went about her way. Your eyes non-intentionally followed her and your heart nearly stopped completely when you noticed her sit a comfortable distance away from a familiar face.

Do-yeon’s head hung low in a cowering position. Her dark hair covered most of her face except for the front view that you caught a clear glimpse of. Her arms rested on the table, a tray of food untouched in front of her. Her fists were clenched as she seemed to stare blankly downwards.

You wasted no time in rushing over to her and taking a seat s. right across from her. Thankfully nobody seemed to be within ear-shot. Not that it mattered, every girl here had likely been through worse already.

“Do-yeon.” You say in a gasped whisper.

She looks up with a flinch, her expression morphing into one of clear fear. You force yourself to hold in another gasp as you eye the purple bruise forming on the right side of her upper cheek. It has hues of green on the outer sides and it looked horribly swollen. It caused her eye to appear significantly heavy-lidded and droopy.

But other than that, her entire demeanor looked vastly different from what you had previously seen of her. It resembled the exact way she had appeared that moment Jungkook had caught both of you on the fence.

She looked utterly defeated.

“What happened to you? Who did that?”

Do-yeon seemed to take a second to process you were in front of her, her eyes scanned you as she knitted her eyebrows together.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” She whispered to you, taking a quick glance around. “Does Jungkook know you’re here?”

You felt a pinch of annoyance at her glossing over your question but you were also left confused.

“Isn’t this where all the girls eat?” You ask and let out a sigh. “Forget that, tell me what happened to you.”

She shook her head. “The golden girl doesn’t eat at the cafeteria, you’re not supposed to be here-“

“Do-yeon.” You snap at her. “ I don’t give a shit, what happened to you?”

A frown took over her lips as she swallowed. She blinked rapidly, evidently trying to withhold tears.

“What do you think?” She asked with a sneer that took you by surprise.

You felt your heartbeat pick up again, it no longer felt frozen in your chest but this time it felt like it was slowly shattering apart with every beat.

“He threw me to the side after taking him for granted.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes burned into yours. “No, throwing me to the side would have been a blessing.”

“He threw me to a pair of wolves that are worse than him.”

“They hit you.” You confirm as bile threatens to raise up your throat, staring at the bruise.

Some part of you hoped that Jungkook had been lying just to scare you, that it was a tactic he used on every girl here in order to get them to submit.

“They do worse than that.” Do-yeon states as her jaw tightens.

“I’m so sorry.” Your throat closes up as the guilt practically starts eating you alive. “This all my fault, I -I can try to convince Jungkook to take you back, I promise I’ll -“

“No.” She cuts you off a firm grip on your wrist.

“Jungkook isn’t going to take me back. He isn’t the forgiving type.” She tells with a definitive tone. “I knew that before I took the risk.”

The hope inside your chest deflates further as your mind scrambles to find any sort of solution.

“No, no there has to be something I can-“

“What fantasy are you still living in?” Do-yeon presses with an incredulous look taking over her broken eyes. “Do you not see where you’re at right now? Has it not hit you yet?”

You shut your mouth, lips set in a straight line as it takes everything in you not to reply back to her with a snide remark. It takes a moment for you to realize it, for the fire inside you to dim as you really take in what she’s saying.

She was right, you had not accepted it. You didn’t consider yourself one of these girls yet, you didn’t want to see yourself in them. Accepting this was a form of submission to you, a sign that you needed to adapt. That’s the last thing you wanted to do. For whatever reason, you refused to see yourself as one of them, you had deluded yourself into thinking that maybe it would be different for you and that it would be temporary.

That you still had a chance of making it out.

How stupid could you be? You were no different , the reality of it pierced through you in the most excruciating way. There is nothing that would make you lead a different path than any of the girls here.

“Do you know how rare it is for girls to escape these situations? Huh?” Her words plead to knock some sense into your stubborn head.

“Has anyone ever escaped here?” You throw back at her, your lips trembling.

Do-yeon gives you a long stare, and you swear you see a flash of pity in it.

“If they did, we never knew about it.” She replies. “They’d never let us know if they managed to make it out.”

So, she didn’t know for sure that nobody had escaped. You hated how that little pathetic knowledge made you glimmer with hope again.

It was so rare and it most likely was never going to be you who escaped.

“Your best chance is to stay on Jungkook’s good side. You need to stay with him as long as you can.” Do-yeon's grip tightened even more on your wrist, her nails digging into your skin.

“And what? Become his little pet until he realizes he’s bored-“

“Yes.” She says louder. “Jungkook must see something he likes in you if he was so willing to get rid of me without a second thought.”

“Use it to your advantage, make sure he never trades you for another and much less…pass you to the other men here.” She whispers the last part, sending you a distasteful look that served as enough warning to you.

“As much as I hate him, I’d give anything to go back to him right now.” You hate the crack in her voice when she says it.

“Why are you helping me when I’m the one who did this to you?” You ask, shaking your head as you try to get her to release her grip on you.

“Because I’m not a fucking bitch? You’re not the one who put me here, you’re just another victim like the rest of us.” Do-yeon looks as if she was ready to slap you and you don’t blame her, you’re beginning to get defensive because you don’t like what she’s implying.

Because what she’s implying is you needing to do exactly what Mina had told you from the start, to listen and accommodate.

“What about you!” You hiss at her, lowering your face to hers.

You pointed towards her face and saw her wince.

“What about me?” She takes another breath. “There’s nothing you can do about me, worry about yourself.”

No.

“I’ll worry about getting us the hell out of here.”

Do-yeon lips form a sad smile.

“You need to get real, at the end we are all going to look out for ourselves only.” She tells you as she finally lets go of your wrist. “I thought you’d know that very well already.”

You knew she was referring to what had happened the last time you were together. The very thing you had avoided bringing up and that was still killing you inside. How you didn’t hesitate to put that gun up her head in order to save yourself.

“I-I panicked.” You stammer, eyes widening. “I didn’t want to do that, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Do-yeon shook her head, eyes glossy. “ You did what anyone else would, you did what I couldn’t. That’s how you survive here.”

You bit your lip to prevent yourself from letting out a sob, your face twisting .

“I really hope your tough girl approach to everything isn’t an act.” She tells with a serious look taking over her pretty features.

“And if it is, you better not let Jungkook find out.”

This threw you off, if Do-yeon had been begging you to please Jungkook and stay on his good side, why wouldn’t she want your toughness to be an act? What did she mean by that? You thought for a second if she meant it in a deeper sense. That maybe she wasn’t referring to physical defiance against him but emotional defiance.

Perhaps what she meant was that you couldn’t let him break who you were and realize you were as easily disposable as she had been.

You felt horrible for even thinking that but was it not the truth? Do-yeon herself was implying that you couldn’t let what happened to her, happen to you.

“I will help you, I promise-“

You paused when your eyes landed on a familiar figure a few away. Your stomach dropped when you realized Jungkook was here, his back was facing you but you could easily identify him. The numerous tattoos on both his arms were recognizable anywhere and even more so with the sleeveless tank top he seemed to be wearing now. His head turned, his sharp side profile further confirming it was him.

He was talking to someone but you couldn’t quite make out who was in front of him. You avoided straightening your posture to try and look over the multiple heads that were in your way of getting a clear view in fear of catching his attention.

“Why bother making promises you can’t keep.” Do-yeon’s voice forced your attention back to her but your eyes kept nervously traveling back to his figure.

She seemed to notice your distracted gaze because she turned around to follow your eye-line.

“Shit,” She said below her breath. “You can’t let him see you with me.”

“What? Why?”

“Are you stupid? Jungkook is a paranoid bastard, he will assume you’re plotting something with me and you’re not exactly on his best side right now.” She tells you and turns to hide herself behind her hair again.

“Get away from here. It won’t end well for either of us if we’re seen together.”

You decide to take her advice due to the sheer panic in her voice and the fact that you truly didn’t know what Jungkook would do to her if he did see you both together. Pulling yourself away from the bench, you walk towards the further back of the room where more girls sat watching their lunch. You don’t exactly know what your plan is but you try to look as casual as possible as you follow a group of girls who seem to be going in the direction of the top shelves that hold some unappetizing food to them.

Trying your best to hide yourself behind them, you copied their actions and picked up a plastic tray from the stack of them in front of you. You reach over to grab a banana from the small pile of fruit and your first mistake is to take another sneaky glance towards Jungkook.

At first, he only seems to be scanning the area with a jaded look on his face but before you could avert your gaze away from him, his eyes trap you in place. He does double take and you flinch your head down quickly but you knew it was too late.

He saw you.

“Fuck,” You curse, trying to busy yourself piling on different foods on your tray as you hope and pray he simply thinks he saw wrong.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous, it wasn’t like you had walked here yourself but everything about him made you squirm. You weren’t sure how he’d react to anything or what little thing could set him off and take it out on you.

Sure enough, you soon felt a hand on your shoulder that practically hauled your entire body around.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You look up at him, his eyes narrowed down at you but you could tell there was confusion behind his question as well.

“A girl brought me here.” You say as you attempt to get out of his grip but he only responds by grabbing your arm instead, pulling you away from the cafeteria top shelf and leaving your tray abandoned.

“What girl?” He demands, his dark eyebrows pinching together and you notice he must've showered not long ago due to the damp hair and spotless skin. There was no dried blood in sight anymore, his neck was clean of it. The cross earring was indeed no longer on his ear, a small wound was in its place. You really hadn’t imagined the severity of his injuries, his earlobe remained awfully swollen.

“I don’t know.” You snap in a defensive tone as you tug against him.

“You don’t know?” Jungkook tilts his head, looking behind him at the countless girls who sat ahead. “Point to her then.”

You stare at him, that fire inside you returning .

“She said her name was Jiyeon.” You spit out.

He turns back to look at you, an unreadable expression taking over his face and then he sighs.

“Was that so hard, princess?” He leans forward, pinching your cheek like one would do to a child as a form of endearment.

You slap his hand away and scowl at him.

“Why can’t I be here? Isn’t it the cafeteria where every girl eats?”

“You’re not just any girl,” He simply states. “ Do I have to keep reminding you of your place?”

“Then why did they drag me here?”

“I have the same question.” A hard look takes over his eyes as he looks ahead, eyebrows still knitted together.

You soon realize his grip on your arm isn’t releasing and he only pulls you into his hard chest him as he begins to walk towards the same entrance doors you came through.

“My food.” You protest as you glance behind you.

He ignores you, positioning you right in front of him and sends you a glare that sends your legs moving as if they are under a spell. You were really getting sick of him manhandling you like you were made of rags instead of flesh and bone.

“I don’t get why you’re mad at me, I didn’t take myself here.”

“I didn’t say I was mad at you, princess.” He says and you can feel him playing with a piece of your hair as he walks too closely behind you.

“And I didn’t realize it bothered you if I was.”

“It doesn’t .” You bite out, feeling your cheeks heat up with anger and a hint of embarrassment.

He chuckles behind you and you feel his hot breath hit the back of your neck.

“ I still don’t get why I can’t just eat here.” You say as you glance back at him.

He eyes you, tilting his head as a smirk teases the corners of his mouth.

“Feeling lonely?” He mocks. “ I’m afraid I don’t like the idea of you making friends with the girls here. Call me dramatic but I don’t quite trust you enough yet.”

Yet.

You wanted to turn around and claw his eyes out so badly.

“So what? I’m going to be stuck in a damn room all day?”

You nearly bump into one of the girl’s walking past you and you feel Jungkook’s fingers tug the back of your shirt to stop the impact. He ‘tsks’ with disapproval of your clumsy nature.

“You mean like a hostage?” He tells with a flat tone and lets out a silent laugh when you whip your head back, sending him a murderous look.

You absolutely loathe him. Every bit of you was shaking with anger but you had to remember what Do-yeon had said to you.

“ You just got here and are already making so many complaints, you really are a princess aren’t you?”

Ignoring him, you pick up your pace and reach out to open the two wide doors but of course, they are sealed shut and no amount of force flings them open.

Every damn corner was a cage.

Jungkook slips in front of you with a knowing look, as if he found your attempt both amusing and plain stupid . He blocks your view as he punches in whatever code on the handle and you’re left to stare down at his leather boots.

The annoying beeps fill your ears as you lift up your head slightly to take one last look behind you towards where Do-yeon was seated. She wasn’t alone this time, the guy you had finished talking to just minutes ago was standing over her, a tight grip on her shoulder as he seemed to be whispering something down to her.

You frown as Jungkook drags you out the door and towards the blinding bright empty corridors again.

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Once you’re back inside your personalized cell, you can’t help but feel shocked when you see the plate of hot food sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room. It looks far more appealing than what you had seen back in the cafeteria and you almost feel bad for getting to enjoy another luxury that the rest of the girls who shared your fate didn’t.

But it wasn’t your fault, you had to keep telling yourself that.

With that, you practically run towards the couch and grab the plate of food, sitting it on your lap as you bring a spoonful of it towards your mouth.

“You surely don’t waste time.” Jungkook comments as the metal door shrieks shut behind him.

You want him to leave and let you suffer in your misery alone.

“I’m sure your little adventure in the woods left you weak and starved.”

You don’t look up as you chew the food, gripping the spoon tighter.

“Fuck off.”

He doesn’t respond right away but you hear his footsteps near the seat right across from you.

“Maybe I just won’t feed you tomorrow then.” He tells you with a sigh. “Or the next day after that.”

You swallow the food, hurriedly finishing up the rest on the plate before he has the dark thought of ripping it out your hands. You didn’t doubt for one second that he’d let you starve for the rest of the week for the little comment you made.

“Is that how you treat a golden girl?”

When you look towards him, rubbing a finger over his lips and you eye his bare arms on display. The designs of his tattoos stood out, some were colored while others were just black but they sat nicely on his muscles arms. It made you think about how his entire appearance seemed like a facade. Underneath his tough exterior filled with tattoos and piercings , it was just a young guy that didn’t look older than 25.

Was he really not as bad as the others or was he just convincing himself of that to make himself feel morally above them?

You remembered what Mina had said to you, how their life circumstances made them take such a horrid path but you didn’t feel any sympathy. You couldn’t feel a thing for them after what they had put you and dozens of other girls through.

“When she misbehaves, I’m not above much of anything.” He replies after some uncomfortable silence.

“Not even hitting?” You set the plate down on the table.

Jungkook’s eyes darken and you know you have said the wrong thing.

“I don’t hit women.” He makes it clear to you for the second time today through gritted teeth. “But there’s far worse things than physical pain so don’t get smart with me .”

His threat is loud and clear, jaw clenching as he raises an eyebrow in challenge and you sink back into the couch, not feeling like pissing him off even more than you already had.

“I need you ready in an hour, you have a cam show to perform.”

You feel like someone has punched you in the gut.

For whatever reason, your mind had completely forgotten the very reason you were here. You stiffened instantly as your familiar fight or flight instincts kicked in and flashbacks of that horrible sex room crossed your mind. The naked women, the masked men and the nauseating scenes made you recoil.

That was going to be you.

The first day had just been a trial, a glimpse of what was to come and what you had to ease yourself into. They were going to make you an official cam girl, you were meant to do god knows what for men in front of those cameras and the worst part was you didn’t even know how many there would be. You didn’t know how anything worked, what they would demand you to do and who you were going to have to pleasure.

“No,” You whisper, shaking your head from side to side.

“No, I can’t.” You tell Jungkook, your eyes widening in terror. “You can’t make me do that.”

He stared at you, eyes tracing over your face.

“But I can.” He states coldly. “What made you think you’re exempt from what every other girl here is brought to do?”

You grip the cushion beneath you as you feel your entire body start to shake.

“Please,” You swallow your pride and it kills you more than you’re willing to admit. “Don't do this, please.”

You needed to do better than that, you thought to yourself. You needed to survive here like Do-yeon had said.

Play into his game. Into his wants.

Lifting yourself off the sofa, you get to your knees and crawl over to where Jungkook sat. He looks mildly surprised by your action, his eyebrows lifting up as you grip the fabric of his jeans. You’re completely at his mercy as you continue to beg, your tears quickly stain his clothes as you lay your head on his lap.

“Please, please.” You plead him, clenching your teeth so hard that you’re surprised your jaw is still intact. “ I’ll behave , just don’t make me do that.”

“I won’t talk back I swear, I’ll be fucking mute if you want.” A sob leaves your lips, even in this state you can’t help the anger that managed to seep into your words. You’re so angry, so angry you didn’t get to escape.

If you hadn’t gotten in that damn van, you probably wouldn’t have had to ever see this psychopath again.

You feel his hand on your head, his fingers tangled through your hair and then you feel a sudden harsh yank. He forces your head up and you let out a whimper at the harshness of his grip, your skull stinging.

You meet his gaze through your blurry vision that is filled with tears.

“I can’t believe it,” His eyes are empty but his lips twitch into a smirk as he angles your head up higher.

“Even in this state, I can see how much you’re seething.” You let out a shaky breath at his words, he was reading right through you.

“It’s killing you to beg me isn’t it, princess?” He cooes at you as he further twists your hair.

You yelp again.

“Lucky for you, I’ve grown weak at the sight of you on your knees for me.”

You were tempted to spit at him.

He seems to read your thoughts because he gives you a wicked grin.

“Fine,” He drawls, “ I won’t make you perform for others.”

The pressure on your chest lifts slightly as you eagerly await his next words.

“Don’t look so overjoyed, everything comes with a cost here.” He’s quick to ruin your hopes. The pressure returns, crushing your chest completely.

“You won’t have to see that horrible room again but only if you perform for me only.” He says slowly, his eyes dancing around behind you. “Right in this room, you’ll get to be my own personal little doll for thousands of others online to see.”

“And I want you willing. So very willing to do everything they request us to do.”

“Request?” You gulp, feeling your knees wobble even while being planted onto the ground.

He nods. “Yes, our audience loves a good show and it’s our job to fulfill them.”

The grip you have on his jeans loosens, you lick your dry lips as his face comes closer, his hair tickling your cheek.

“Do we have a deal, my little princess?”

You remove your hands from him as your body is frozen in place. The pessimistic side of you is convinced that this is what he wanted all along. You can’t help but think he planned this, that he wanted you to be his own little pet and that he’d mask himself as some sort of hero for saving you from having to perform in front of countless other men and women in the most humiliating and degrading ways possible.

Little did he know that it wasn’t much less degrading to give yourself to him.

In fact, you didn’t know if it made a difference at all. What he implied sounded like he was letting you choose between two equally horrible situations, with one being marketed slightly better.

But then Do-yeon’s face enters your mind as a cruel reminder of how foolish you were being. The bruise lifting off her skin was a clear sign of what probably awaited you if landed in worse hands than Jungkook.

“Yes.” You mumble, the word is robotic and it doesn’t even sound like it left your mouth.

You wished it didn’t.

The painful hold on your hair loosened and he finally let go, coming to wipe away the tears on your cheeks with his thumb. You could feel the cold metal of his rings against your skin.

“Good girl.”

—-

The autumn leaves bustled against the tree branches, the gloomy weather certainly set the scene for the tragic events that had occurred. The campus wasn’t large by any means but it surely did seem like it due to it being the only university located in this small town. It wasn’t hard to imagine any young girl getting kidnapped here, especially when the sun went down. The woods that surrounded the building would always raise concerns for locals, it was an easy place to hide a body but Yoongi concluded it may also serve as a distraction.

Of course that was the place authorities had searched first but it was hard to send a search party throughout the entire wooded area. It would take them a while, even with the rescue dogs.

If they there was even anything to come across.

The detective couldn’t shake the feeling that the girl wasn’t buried underneath those grounds. However, there was a lake nearby too so perhaps she was simply underwater instead.

He hated the way his profession had desensitized him completely. Casually wondering about the different ways a girl was likely already dismembered while putting up a hopeful face with her parents never sat right with him. His colleague had parted ways to collect some of the girl’s belongings that could hold some information , her laptop and a poorly working electronic watch apparently.

Her parents had insisted they looked through anything to find something even when he had mentioned there would unlikely be any traces on those.

Yoongi pulled himself off the tree bark he had been standing against when he saw the face he was looking for, he had already spoken to the administration office about the case so he’d only hope not to scare off the boy. The face in the picture that was paper clipped on the files looked identical to the one about to walk right past him.

“Jaehyun?” He spoke as the boy with a heavy looking backup neared him.

The boy immediately took off his earphones and sent him a confused look. He slowed his steps when Yoongi pulled out his badge, swiftly bringing it up in front of him.

“Detective Min Yoongi,” He introduced himself with a weak smile. “ I was just wondering if I could ask you some questions regarding one of your classmates, Y/n.”

Jaehyun’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as he slowly nodded.

“Oh shit, yeah I heard about her going missing.” He replied as they both walked off to the side, letting other groups of students continue to walk past them.

“Do you know anything about what happened?” The boy asked with hesitation. “ I mean, I don’t know if you’re allowed to say anything. Sorry.”

News traveled fast in a small town so it was no surprise he had already found out. Yoongi assumed most of her classmates were already gossiping about what could’ve occurred and raising their concerns on social media.

“Well actually, I wanted to know if you had seen her before she disappeared. Maybe anything regarding her behavior here at school, anything that may have raised concern?” The detective explained casually, he knew he couldn’t pressure the boy to say anything. He wasn’t a suspect and he only hoped he could get a little ounce of information that could lead to something.

Regardless if he personally suspected him or not, he couldn’t show it.

Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, frowning slightly.

“Honestly no, I wasn’t that close to her. I just used to see her at parties and in class.” He replies with a shrug. “ I never noticed anything weird but then again I probably wasn’t paying much attention.”

There was an undeniable trace of guilt in his tone. The boy appeared to be sincere and while Yoongi had been around long enough to know he should doubt every display of emotion, no matter how genuine it seemed, he couldn’t help but believe him in that moment.

“You guys never had an intimate relationship?” Yoongi asked, partly expecting the boy to shut him down completely since he wasn’t exactly required to answer such a personal question. Especially with no lawyer present. It was a risky shot.

Jaehyun looked slightly taken aback, raising his eyebrows as an awkward laugh left him.

“I mean, no.” He explained, shaking his head. “ She was cute and all but we never hooked up.”

“Right.” Yoongi nodded, seemingly accepting his answer.

It was the answer he was expecting after all. The friend Mina had stated she hadn’t been aware of any intimate relationship. Just a crush. The detective couldn’t help but feel a little defeated with another possibility being so quickly shut down.

“Uh, well thank you for your time.” He said with a sigh, his eyes drifting ahead. “Do you happen to know anyone else she was particularly close with?”

Jaehyun bit his lip, deep in thought.

“I mainly saw her around with Mina.”

The detective looked back at him, his stare blank despite the the thoughts burning inside his head.

“Oh! I would also see her hang out with this other girl sometimes.” He blurted, knitting his eyebrows. “ But I honestly don’t remember her name, she also attends school here though.”

The boy gave a sheepish smile and Yoongi waved him off.

“It’s fine, I can figure it out. Is it okay if I give you my card? Just in case you remember anything that might help us?”

“Sure thing,” Jaehyun nods as the detective hands him over the card.

The boy glanced down at it before giving one last apologetic look and turning to leave . “ I’ll contact you if anything comes up.”

Yoongi watches the boy walk away, his figure slowly disappearing into the distance and he’s soon left alone to dwell on his million theories again. His fingers go to take out a cigarette from his back pocket as he makes his way through the campus grounds and towards the parking lot. His phone vibrates just as he’s in the middle of lightning his cigarette and he hastily shoves the lighter away.

Namjoon’s name flashes on his screen and he presses it against his ear as he takes a blow.

“Hey, listen the classmate didn’t tell me much that will help us but-“

“We need to bring Jeong Jaehyun in for questioning and we need a search warrant for him ASAP .” His partner’s voice rang through his ear.

Yoongi froze, the smoke leaving his full lips.

“What?” He turns, looking behind him towards the direction the boy had left in.

“That classmate the friend mentioned , I found some messages on the girl’s laptop that say they planned to meet up the day she went missing. The times add up too .” Namjoon speaks with urgency, clear shuffling in the background and the sound of a car engine soon blared through.

Yoongi ends the call abruptly, swinging open his car door and all he could think about as he drove out the campus driveway was how his intuition never did seem to fail him.

The boy had just blatantly lied to his face.

“Shit.”

—

#yandere jungkook #jungkook yandere #yandere!jungkook #yandere!jungook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts yandere #yandere!bts #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook horror #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook angst #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #jungkook au #jungkook fanfic #bts angst #BTS au

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 2 months

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Hii!

I was wondering if you could do some ticci toby x child reader headcanons?

𝕐'𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕠𝕓𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 @𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕜𝕒-𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

Toby x Child!Reader

I know I've mentioned this before on a previous post, but idk if it was on a Toby req so I'll put it again

It is very very rare for anyone new to come into the team and actually live in the manor

Slender has a lot of employees outside of the manor obviously, and the manor is reserved for the best of the best, his favorite employees if you will

So when a new member is actually said to be coming into the manor, a lot of people get really excited!

Some aren't excited and actually don't like the idea of more people coming into the manor, but there is chatter about it nonetheless

However, when it is known that a child is joining the manor, the tone becomes more sad than excited

I mean, a lot of the creeps come from awful backgrounds, but Slender typically tries to wait until said person is 18 just to get rid of any potential headaches of "missing child" cases

So whenever he decides to bring in a child, immediately everyone knows that the situation was so bad he physically couldn't wait

Another thing is that whenever a new person joins the manor, a party is held in their honor, so that they can get comfortable with the people and have some fun in their new home

But for children, the parties are way smaller and more child friendly

There is food (friendly for all diets/religions), drinks, music, and not that many people

Only children and designated caretakers are allowed

Toby is not an official caretaker, but a lot of the kids like him because of how sweet he is

First time you meet Toby is probably a week or so after your party

You and Sally are playing with dolls and plushies in her room, when you hear a knock at her door

Sally hops up to go open the door and squeaks happily when she sees Toby

"Hi Toby! We're playing dolls, wanna come play too?"

Toby rubs her head and smiles "Uh, sure Sal, I don't have anything else going on right now."

Sally clings onto his leg as he walks over to her bed and places a neatly folded pink dress on the sheets "Jason said your dress is all fixed up"

That's when he sees you, who at this point had just been observing everything happening around you

"Oh. Hello, I don't think I've met you before" He says, picking Sally up off his leg and placing her back down on the floor

Sally runs over to you and picks up her toys "Yeah, they're my new friend! I met them at the party"

"Ooooh. Well, what's your name?" He asks, coming to sit next to Sally and holding open his hand as she gives him a doll to play with

"Y/n..." You whisper shyly

"Hi y/n, i'm Toby"

As you play together, you find that Toby is very fun to be around, he is better at playing pretend than any of the other adults

He is also pretty strong, so he is able to pick both you and Sally up at the same time and spin you around

After this first meeting, you find yourself gravitating towards Toby more than any of the other caretakers

Which is fine, you don't have to only talk to the caretakers, they're just there for the kids that don't want to talk to any other adults

He at first, is just like any other play mate, he almost never says no to playing with any of the kids because if he's at the house, then chances are he's not doing anything important

But as you spend more and more time with him, he becomes more of a caretaker to you

He gets you your food, helps you with laundry, comforts you when you are sick or sad, etc

Fun fact, he is really good at doing hair

After years and years of Sally asking for hers to be done, he picks up a few things

His favorite to do are braids, because they're fairly easy and they look neat

He is good with any texture of hair, because after doing Sally's hair, a lot of other children with different hair types also came to him so no matter what hair type/texture you have, he'll still be able to do it if you so wish <333

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticcy toby #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x y/n

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outofangband · 10 months

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Supplemental to the elves of the upper levels of Angband Part Two: Surface and area cleaning

Angband World building and aftermath of captivity masterlist

Elves of the upper levels First supplemental

Discussion of slavery, dehumanization, abuse including medical abuse and various Angband unpleasantness ahead

Feel free to skip over!

It might not be a surprise that cleanliness is not generally considered a priority in Angband outside the forges and sterile rooms used for research. There is however a small group of elves used for basic surface cleaning and other menial work on the upper levels and through the corridors.

The running of such a fortress requires such work and there are almost always thralls to spare for such labor. It is indeed spares that are assigned these tasks, usually those left over from captured groups after the overseers in the more important sections have had their pick. These sections are also sometimes assigned to other workers as a punishment.

They are branded as all thralls of the fortress are and have an additional brand on their neck to designate them as menial laborers. Within the many internal hierarchies of Angband, including among other prisoners, contempt for these thralls is fostered and encouraged

They are divided into groups and usually overseen by orcish overseers relatively low in the orc hierarchies. Occasionally, their low placement on their own hierarchy leads them to treat those in their group with some amount of decency*. Often however, the overseers are allowed to feel power over others for the first time and that power is then abused. Their tasks are simple and repetitive, using rags and sometimes harsh mixtures to scrub floors, furniture, walls and other surfaces. Some are assigned specifically to rooms more liable to become dirty or in need of cleaning (you can imagine the amount of blood that is spilled in certain locations for example). Other menial work such as replacing and delivering items, preparing rooms,

Some are assigned to private quarters or specific sections of the fortress or serve primarily at feasts and councils

Many of them are simply there for show, to make a point, especially as Melkor does occasionally have visiting human lords, Maiar coming to and from the fortress, etc.

Though not typically dressed up in any unique way, these elves nonetheless exist as trophies of sorts; the esteemed Eldar, beloved firstborn to Illuvatar reduced to base servants, etc. This makes up not a small part of their role.

If you’ve read my other Angband metas, I think its first mentioned here, you know what is sometimes used to solidify soap. But that’s not the only thing that makes it unpleasant; a combination of often corrosive and harmful substances are also used in Angband cleaning products, leaving the skin of the thralls burnt and raw and their lungs weak. Lye poisoning is not uncommon.

The elves in these sections are considered some of the least essential of Angband’s workers. They are frequently reassigned, traded, and subject to abuse and exploitation.

When candidates are needed for various research projects, it is often from this group that they are first found. They are also sometimes marked for disposal entertainment.

The elves in these sections sleep in bare quarters or in cells, depending on if they are there as punishment. They are poorly fed, their rations being even smaller than the elves in most other sections.

Other notes:

-Maedhros, Húrin and Rog all spent time assigned here as punishment. The conditions were terrible for all of them but especially for Húrin who lacked elven resilience to the materials he was exposed to. He fell very ill and almost died. (I have a fic about this period for Maedhros! I should do ones for the others)

#the silmarillion #in the iron hell #Angband #the children of húrin #maedhros #Húrin #Rog #musing and meta #i hope this is ok #cw abuse

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hiya so i used to be a huge brandon rogers fan but fell out for a few years and. oh boy did I miss a fuck ton of lore in those few years. i stopped watching basically when stuff and sam just started, so ive missed... a lot. while ive been trying to catch up (i cried my eyes out over bryces series), you seem to have the timeline worked out pretty well. what order would you say the brcu should be watched in? and is it important to keep up with "minor" roles/series like theater class or the grandpa hates ___/elmer hates ___/other solo skits, or is it better to stick to the "main" series (stuff and sam, blame the hero, etc)

also, I wanna say your analysis of the brcu is awesome. it's a confusing set of timelines that you've ironed out and theorized about pretty damn well. im curious if brandon rogers has done all this on purpose or if he's just making the timeline up as he goes

Hi! My sorries if this reply is a tad bit late, I always have trouble saving answers to my drafts.

In my personal definition, I'd say the BRCU encompasses (almost) every single video Brandon Rogers has ever made. Within the BRCU, I definitely think there's a "core" overarching storyline that revolves around certain characters. This core storyline is primarily explored via the several series, but nonetheless includes elements from other creations of his.

These "core" characters are primarily:

Sam & Donna

Elmer

Blame

Bryce Tankthrust

Bobby Worst

The Mingeworthies

The majority of them have been protagonists of a series at one point or another. However, almost every character played by Brandon himself can be considered important to the overarching plot. Therefore, I think watching individual character skits released 2015 - 2018 offer valuable insight into the personalities and smaller nuances of reoccurring characters. At the very least, I would recommend watching the videos centred on the aforementioned characters released in this time period prior to any of the series.

In general, I think the BRCU is best watched in the order the videos came out in. Although tricky at first, I think Brandon makes it easy to discern "where" we are at any given moment. And as a rule of thumb, outside of series, every video takes place chronologically in-universe after the other.

Moreover, as of 2022/2023, I believe we're going through a renaissance of sorts with an abundance of new characters being regularly created. Pretty much anything after Normal British Series. While very entertaining, I wouldn't say these are essential to understanding the main plot, as Brandon does have a degree of separation between old & new characters.

To hopefully simplify things, here's a playlist I made that imo includes more than enough context needed to understand that main storyline. If it appears a bit overwhelming at first, I'd rerecommend just sticking to skits of the characters I mentioned above before moving onto the series. Anything else can be a fun bonus!

Thank you so much for your kind words!! It makes me happy to know that you're enjoying my attempts at unravelled the complexities of these timelines.

#brandon rogers #brcu

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Don’t Fall for the Death Eater

pairing: james potter x regulus black

summary: if there was one thing james potter was not supposed to do, it was fall for a death eater. especially when said aforementioned death eater was his best friend’s little brother. oh boy, was sirius going to murder him.

warnings: swearing, pining, james is an idiot in love, canon divergent, angst, fluff, mentions of abuse and family trauma, walburga is a shit mother, mentions of death, mentions of murder, strong feelings of guilt, mature, perspective changes (switches between james and reggie)

word count: 4.5k

chapters: 01, more coming soon

a/n: this got a lot darker than i was planning, oops. it also was supposed to be a oneshot but got looonng so here we are

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Sirius was going to kill him.

That was the only logical course of events James could see in front of him. He was going to die and at the hands of his best friend no less.

Well, maybe he was overreacting a little. Sirius would only kill him if he found out, after all. So, he’d just have to keep it a secret. That should be easy enough. Yeah, he’ll just not mention it to him. Or anyone, for that matter. Nope, not at all. He won’t even think about it.

Think about what? Nothing. Nothing suspicious going on here. He hadn’t done anything that could result in any unrelenting fury from anyone, especially not Sirius Black. No, not at all.

When he realised trying not to think about it only made him think about it more, he groaned and tugged on his dark curls as though it would pull the thoughts right out of his head. Then, he flopped backwards onto his bed, allowing his torso to hang down over the edge so that the tips of his hairs just about touched the floor.

Who am I kidding? Sirius is going to kill me.

He hadn’t actually done anything, exactly. Not yet, at least.

Regulus didn’t even like him. If anything, he despised him. James Potter, the scoundrel who had stolen his brother.

Merlin, it’s so stupid.

He wasn’t going to think about it. If he didn’t think about it then this weird new feeling in the centre of his chest would go away and things would go back to normal.

It was hard not to think about it, though.

Regulus had just looked so good in his new Quidditch uniform this year. His smaller frame had broadened just a little, filling the uniform out in a way it hadn’t the year before. His features, too, had grown sharper. The perfect visage of elegance. His hair had lengthened over the summer, although it was still not as long as his brother’s, and often found itself falling over his beautiful grey eyes.

James had been having these festering feelings since sometime in their fourth year. He didn’t know why at the time. He still wasn’t really sure now. All he did know was that for whatever ridiculous reason, he wanted Regulus Black. He wanted to be with the younger brother of his best friend, who was certainly going to kill him the very second he found out.

He was screwed. Positively and utterly screwed.

Not because Sirius cared much for the well-being of his brother, mind you. Well, at least he didn’t want people to think he cared much for him anymore. They were on opposing sides, after all.

Sirius hated his family. Almost the whole lot of them. Regulus was sort of stuck in this weird other plane within Sirius’ mind. On one hand, Sirius loved his little brother more than anything. On the other, he detested him as much as the rest of his nasty, conniving relatives.

Sirius would call James a fool if he knew. For falling for his brother. For falling for a Slytherin. For falling for a Death Eater. That’s what he was, after all. At least, Sirius was sure. By now Regulus would have cemented his place by the Dark Lord’s side, as were his parents’ expectations of him.

Nonetheless, thoughts of unspeakable things swam around in James’ head when it came to the boy.

How could he be a Death Eater? James may not have known him all that well but he knew Regulus wasn’t a bad person. Sure, he could be quite standoffish and had a tendency to look down on others thanks to his stupid ‘most ancient and noble house of Black brainwashing’, as Sirius had called it, but he wasn’t a murderer.

James groaned again then and sat back up, cursing himself for not being able to dispel the younger Black from his mind.

Then, he began to pace. Up and down, up and down, up and down. If he paced any more he’d leave a smoky trail behind on the carpet.

“Fuck.”

“What’s got your knickers in a twist? Is it Evans again? You know she isn’t interested, mate.”

James nearly jumped out of his skin the moment he heard the very voice he was trying to avoid. Thankfully, Sirius had only just entered the room and hadn’t been standing there for the entirety of his minor crisis. Although James wasn’t sure he’d have even noticed if he had been quiet enough but thankfully Sirius Black was anything but quiet.

“I know, I know. It’s nothing, really. Just stressed about the exams, that’s all.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie. He really was stressed about their impending NEWTs.

Sirius raised a sceptical eyebrow as he looked at James. "Exams, huh? Prongs, I've seen you face a Hungarian Horntail with less anxiety than you've got right now.”

James released a half-hearted chuckle, unable to fully mask his unease. He always had been easy to read. Always wore his heart on his sleeve. Still, that didn’t mean he could tell Sirius what was really on his mind. "Alright, you caught me. It's not just the exams. It's... other stuff too."

“The war?”

Taking no time in latching onto the topic of war to mask his feelings and worries about Regulus, James hummed, “Yeah. It’s just… things are getting worse out there, you know?”

“Trust me, I know. They’re recruiting kids now. Kids. I mean, I know they’re Slytherin and their parents are Death Eaters and all but they’re still children. Kids younger than us are being conscripted into their ranks and made murderers. If I hadn’t run away when I did…”

And there it was. Sirius was worried about him too, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“But you did,” James moved to sit beside his friend and rubbed a reassuring hand across his back, “You got out while you still could. As for Regulus, well, we don’t know for sure that he’s joined them yet.”

Sirius only flopped down onto his back, his eyes fixing on the ceiling above him as though he could see the image of his brother consorting with the Dark Lord right then and there. “Of course he has. He was already sitting in on their secret meetings before I left. He’s the perfect son I would never be. He’ll be working for them before you know it. Murdering people too. Just like our parents.”

James didn’t know what to say to that. Nor did he know what to do with the pit it created in the depths of his stomach. Regulus Black. Death Eater. Murderer.

Regulus Black was a lot of things. He was arrogant, entitled, intelligent, loyal, stubborn, too proud for his own good, and quite possibly as tormented by his family situation as Sirius was. He was all those things and more. But he was not a murderer. James was certain of that.

"The thing is," James began, "although Regulus might be stuck in a difficult situation, we can't jump to conclusions about what decisions he will make."

Sirius sat back up to look at James with a mixture of frustration and sadness in his eyes. "You always try to find the good in people, even when it's not there."

“Maybe,” James replied with a half-smile, “but when it comes down to it, I’m sure he’ll make the right choice. You’ve had your ups and downs but he’s still your brother, Pads. You were close once and I’m sure he’s more like you than you’d think.”

Sirius sighed, his expression conflicted. "It's not that simple, Prongs."

"I know it's not," James conceded, "but do you really want to condemn him without giving him a chance? Surely you’ve seen the change in him recently? He’s been bumping heads with other Slytherins and I’ve caught him looking over at our table in the great hall more than once. What if he’s silently calling out for help? What if he’s drowning just like you were and is just waiting for someone to pull him back to the surface?"

“There you go with your fucking metaphors again. You know, they don’t make you look any less like an idiot, Prongs.” Sirius got up then and began to pace the room, his own thoughts running in circles.

He knew his brother. Or, he did once. And he wanted more than anything to think there was hope for him but he’d given up that hope the day he left home. The day his parents turned their wands on their own son and Regulus — good, little, perfect Regulus Black — stood there and did nothing about it.

Silence settled between them, heavy with the weight of the world. Eventually, Sirius stood still, his fingers threading through his hair. "You really think there's hope for him?"

"I think there's hope for everyone," James replied, his gaze steady on his friend. "Regulus might surprise us. And if he doesn't, well, at least we gave him that chance."

Sirius studied James for a moment, regarding him with a contemplative eye. "You're too damn noble for your own good, you know that?"

James grinned, a spark of his usual, easy-going self returning. "Comes with being a Gryffindor, I suppose."

Sirius snorted a laugh and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and it comes with being you."

The tension between them began to ease but still, Sirius had more questions. “Why the sudden interest in Regulus now anyway?”

James felt his heart skip a beat as he realised he needed to devise a convincing excuse to hide the true reason behind his concern. To try and hide his fluster, he leaned back on his elbows to appear as casual as possible.

“Well, he’s your brother and you've always been stubborn as hell, but I've seen the way you talk about him, the way you've never fully cut him out. It's like you're protecting something, even if you won't admit it.”

A guarded look crossed Sirius' features as he retorted, "You're reading too much into it." But there was a hint of vulnerability beneath his words.

James shrugged. “Maybe I am but if anyone knows what he’s going through it’s you. You’ve been there, you’ve faced the same expectations from your parents. Maybe he’s just too afraid to take the same path you did. Maybe he thinks he can protect you by staying with them?”

Sirius' expression softened and he glanced away, lost in thought. After a moment, he sighed. “I still think you’re grasping at straws but I know what you’re doing so thanks… for trying to make me feel better about it. I just don’t have the same confidence in people as you do. I never have. I’ve been let down one too many times already.”

Little did James know, he had hit the nail pretty much right on its head. Sirius just didn’t want to admit the possibility because he was too afraid of being let down again.

Regulus still remembered the day Sirius left home. In fact, that night played over and over in his mind every second of every day.

It wasn’t the first time their mother had turned her wand on him but it was the first time she’d ever stooped so low as to use an unforgivable curse on her own blood.

“Get out, Regulus.” Is what his mother had said with her wand pressed firmly to her eldest son’s throat. She didn’t once cast a look his way as she was far too occupied with the beginning of the punishment she was preparing to inflict on Sirius for stepping out of line once again.

Sirius, however, had looked at him. His eyes were stern, as though he was trying to show no fear, but Regulus could see through it now. He wasn’t that little boy who needed protecting from his strong big brother. In fact, he knew the very fear Sirius was feeling. It was a part of him too.

“Don’t look at him,” Walburga tapped the side of her son’s face with her wand, directing his full attention back to her, “Look at me you pitiable excuse for a son. This is the last time you disgrace our family name. You're nothing but a stain on the Black family honour.”

He could still see the fear in Sirius’ eyes. He could hear the sharp hatred and contempt in his mother’s voice.

“Regulus. Get. Out.”

Although he felt frozen in place, his legs began to move on their own and soon he was on the other side of the door, leaning against it with a heavy heart the moment it clicked shut behind him. His entire body flinched when he heard his mother shrill, “Crucio!”

Once again he found he couldn’t move. If he did, that would have been to leave Sirius entirely and he couldn’t do that. He just couldn’t. So, he forced himself to stand there and listen to his brother’s screams.

Regulus' fists clenched at his sides, holding tightly onto his own wand as though he would ever dare to open that door and stop his mother. It was what he had wanted to do more than anything. Sirius had always tried his best to protect him from their parent’s wrath, even after they stopped talking to one another, so why couldn’t he work up the courage to do the same?

He was a coward. He knew that and he couldn't bear it. He wished he could turn back time, confront his mother, and shield his brother from her malevolent cruelty as he had done for him their entire lives. But he knew he was powerless against her, trapped in the thick web of expectations and deep-rooted fear.

Regulus would always remember that day. He would always remember the terrified look in Sirius' eyes and the disdain in his mother’s. Despite their differences, he and Sirius were two sides of the same coin. They both yearned to break free from the toxic grasp of their family's dark legacy.

Every second felt like an eternity as Regulus leaned against the icy cold door. The silence that followed was almost as chilling as the screams that had preceded it.

Sirius was gone that very night.

Regulus sent owls. A plethora of them, in fact. He never received a reply. That was how he knew Sirius blamed him in part for that night. Or, at the very least, resented him for not stepping in. Regulus couldn’t blame him.

Still, he was desperate to know that Sirius was okay. That he was safe. Well, as safe as he could be after refusing to join the Dark Lord, experiencing a punishment worse than any he had before, and running away from home to finally leave it all behind.

That was why he sent an owl to James. Where else would Sirius have gone, after all?

Unlike his best friend, James took only a day to respond to the younger Black brother. It was a short letter but still, it helped put Regulus somewhat at ease.

Dear Regulus,

He is safe. You needn’t worry, we will look after him here. He just needs some space, give him time.

Sincerely, James Potter

Hearing those words meant he could breathe again. Sirius was safe and he was being looked after by people who loved him, truly loved him, and that was all that mattered. He had made it out, he was free.

Of course, Dumbledore had come to the Nobel House of Black personally to ensure the youngest son was well. His parents were quick to brush off what had happened with Sirius as a fleeting tantrum and overreaction.

When the headmaster asked Regulus directly if he was okay, everything in him threatened to crumble. He could have said then and there that he wanted to leave too. That he didn’t feel safe in his own home. That he didn’t want to go through what Sirius had.

“I… I’m quite well, Professor. You know Sirius, he has always had a flare for dramatics. It was just an argument, that is all.”

He was a coward.

The headmaster hummed. “Is that so? Well, I am glad you seem to be well, Regulus. Just remember if there is ever anything you wish to tell me, you can do so without concern. I can protect you.”

The young boy only stood taller as he looked the headmaster in the eye. “I am quite safe here, with my family, Professor.”

Always the perfect son. Perfect little Regulus Black making his family proud.

Seeing Sirius at school after only made it hurt all the more and, as each day passed by, he pushed away everyone who had ever shown any sign that they cared for him. He couldn’t protect Sirius but, by keeping everyone else at arm’s length, maybe he could protect them.

Over a year had passed since then. Sirius was close to graduating and Regulus, well, he had in fact become the very thing he hated most. When the same question was asked of him, to swear loyalty to the Dark Lord, he wasn’t as brave as Sirius. He had taken the dark mark, much to his parent’s pleasure.

Of all his family, Narcissa was the only one who showed any sign of knowing what it was he was going through. While everyone else made toasts and celebrated the joining of the youngest Black into their ranks, his cousin came to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Only when they met eyes did he realise he wasn't the only one. She too had been longing for a different life but she had found a way to live with the hand she had been dealt and somehow he would have to too.

And then the day came when he was instructed to kill.

He looked down his wand at the young wizard who cowered at his feet. He was a student, he came to realise. A third year whom he himself had seen many times around the castle. Now the young boy wept on the ground at the bodies of his dead parents.

“Kill him, Regulus! Do it!” Bellatrix cackled as she skipped around the room, knocking over family portraits as she taunted the child.

In his hesitation, she grew impatient and sighed before crying out, “Avada Kedavra!”

That was the moment his façade began to crumble. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes before spilling out over his cheeks as his wand arm fell to his side.

The boy was barely younger than himself. A life snuffed out as though it had meant nothing.

His cousin wrapped an arm around him then, leaning lazily against him as she admired the destruction before her. “Oh come on, Reggie. They’re traitors. They’re nothing.”

Regulus felt a sickening churn in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the lifeless body before him. It was then that he realised he couldn’t blindly follow along any further. He wouldn’t kill for them. He couldn’t.

“Get off of me!”, he shoved Bellatrix away, breaking her grip on him, but this only seemed to fuel her twisted glee.

It sickened him. She sickened him.

It was finally time for him to follow in his brother’s footsteps. To get away from it all.

Without another thought, he disapparated and left behind the horror before him.

When he materialised, he was surprised to find himself standing outside the three broomsticks. He had taken himself as close to Hogwarts as he could manage, knowing it was the only place he would be safe from his family’s wrath.

He was almost frantic as he pushed the doors open and hurried inside out of the cold, leaving the winter snow behind him.

With his entry, the pub went almost silent. His wand was still firm in his hand, his face still soaked in tears. He shook where he stood, eyes wide as he looked around for a familiar face. For anyone.

Then came the sound of chair legs scraping across the floor and his heart raced as he locked eyes with James Potter, the last person he would have expected to encounter.

“Regulus?”

And then he began to walk over and the distant chatter grew loud once again as the rest of the pub’s customers went about their business once again.

James' voice held a concerned note that was foreign to Regulus. He had expected judgement, perhaps even disdain, from someone like James. After all, it was no secret that he supposedly shared the same purist beliefs as his family. But the look in James’ eyes held something else entirely. Genuine concern, a flicker of empathy that Regulus couldn't comprehend.

"Regulus?" he asked again as he approached, his voice grounding, "Are you alright?"

His defences were still up, his instincts telling him they would be coming for him soon. That the next wizard to fall at the hands of the Death Eaters would be one of their own. A true traitor.

His only chest tightened, and he struggled to find words.

"Why do you care?" Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and bitter. In his world, compassion was a scarce commodity, and genuine concern from anyone, especially someone like James, was a foreign concept.

James’ face softened further, if that were even possible, and although he wanted to wrap Regulus in his arms then and there, he forced himself to give him space. “Because something is clearly wrong. What happened? Was it your family? Did they hurt you?”

Under any normal circumstances, he would have grown angry hearing those words. He didn’t want or need James’ pity. But right now, his warm voice and gentle words were the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.

His grip on his wand slackened slightly, his fingers trembling. He couldn’t even look James in the eye as a lump continued to form at the back of his throat, emerging with the emotions welling up that he had suppressed for so long.

He really had given up on himself. No one else cared about him, after all. Not even his brother, who had left him all alone with the monsters they called parents at barely fifteen years old.

"I... I can't talk about it," Regulus admitted in a hushed tone, his voice betraying the storm within him. He knew if he told James what had happened the kindness he was showing him now would turn to hate. He would go to Azkaban for what he had done and a part of him knew that he deserved it.

"That's okay," James replied gently, stepping closer. "You don't have to. Come on, let's head back to the castle, yeah?"

Regulus' eyes stung with unshed tears, the weight of his guilt threatening to consume him. He looked down, unable to understand why his brother’s closest friend would care at all for him. His kindness was unexpected and confusing, yet strangely comforting.

As James reached out, placing a hand on Regulus' shoulder, the younger boy flinched away, and James couldn’t help but feel the strong ache in his heart. Sirius had been in much the same condition when he ran away, a frightened little thing seeming almost beyond repair.

Hours passed and still, they sat in silence. James had snuck Regulus into the Gryffindor common room and up to their room, although he knew his friends would not be so happy about that fact when they came back.

With the war getting worse and his parents having taken such a pivotal stance, he and Sirius had been instructed to remain at the castle this Christmas. Peter had gone home to his parents and was likely having a wonderful, snowy celebration with them as they took the opportunity to pretend just for a couple of weeks that the war was but a distant memory. Remus, however, had also been asked to remain at the castle. Not that he minded, he had always much preferred Christmas when he was with his friends.

James knew he was going to have to tell a professor about Regulus’ arrival. At the very least to give them some warning that his parents might come looking for him. It could wait for now, though. At least until Sirius and Remus returned and dragged Regulus to McGonagall kicking and screaming.

With a sigh, James cleared his throat, his brows furrowed in concern. "Regulus," he began, "I might not know what's wrong, and I know we're not exactly on good terms, but I'm here for you. You don't have to go through whatever this is alone."

His heart raced as he looked into Regulus' eyes, a secret longing hidden behind his words. The very eyes that looked back into his, however, were cold and icy. Deep down in the depths of their grey ocean, James could just about see the pain that resided underneath.

Without a word, Regulus stood up from where he had been sitting on Jame’s bed and began to head for the door.

“Where are you going?”

"Does it really matter?" Regulus replied, his voice carrying a weight that seemed to echo the turmoil within him, “You don’t really care anyway.” His words hung in the air, a bitter truth that he couldn't hold back any longer.

James wasn’t surprised when he felt his heart clenched at Regulus' words. The pain of their truth hit him like a punch to the chest. He had never given Regulus a reason to think he cared, not once, but he had cared all along.

“You're wrong. I might not have shown it before, but I do care. I care about what happens to you, about what's hurting you." His voice cracked slightly, revealing the vulnerability he had tried to keep hidden for so long.

Regulus turned to face James and finally saw the sincerity that was etched across James' features. Even though he had no real reason to, he was so desperate for a friend that he thought he might just be able to believe what James was saying.

His voice wavered, the edges of his resolve crumbling. "You have a funny way of showing it."

James took another step closer, closing the distance between them. "I know I haven’t been there for you in the past. I’m Sirius’ best friend, after all, and it isn’t like the two of you get along, but I do care about you. Sirius does too, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. I’ve tried to talk to you over the years, tried to get the two of you to reconnect, but all you’ve ever done is push me away.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest as though he were trying to close himself off or scared that James would be able to see right through him.

“I want to be here for you now, if you'll let me.

Regulus hesitated, his gaze shifting between James' eyes as if seeking the truth behind his words. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, he let out a sigh, the weight on his shoulders seeming to lessen just a fraction.

"Fine," he murmured, almost reluctantly. "But don't expect me to suddenly start trusting you."

James managed a small, genuine smile. "Fair enough. We can start with small steps. Like telling the professors you’re here, maybe?"

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tobiasdrake · 5 months

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WHEE It's time for bugs.

Do the Ultimate Academy dorms not have door locks? Genuinely not sure why we can't just hole up in Shuichi's room until Broly goes away. But whatever the case, the arrival of the Legendary Super Saiyan is so great. This might be the most fun scene in the whole game.

Tsumugi is such a fucking nerd that her weebness bleeds off onto her performers too.

The fun thing about the Mutual Killing Game is the way it contextually affects the way you experience things like this. Super Gonta would be frightening in any situation, but the context that he might, no bullshit, be murdering people ramps it up to 11.

This is part of what makes psychopop so effective. It's in those moments of complete absurdity, where you find yourself genuinely unsure if this is a funny wacky skit or part of a murder. Often it's both, as we'll discover when we find Ryoma's body in the morning.

Ultimately, Gonta's intentions are harmless.

Well, by a certain definition of harmless.

...he meant well.

But this nonetheless provides the rising action of the case. While it seems to just be a goofy bit of fun, a lot of what happens here will be important in tomorrow's Class Trial, and beyond. Particularly with regard to who didn't join us.

Of the cast, there are five characters who successfully escape from Gonta. Ryoma defeated Gonta by being extremely slippery.

Ryoma's method of evading Gonta establishes him as extremely quick on his feet, capable of moving faster than the eye can track. Of the three people who escape the Meet n' Greet, Ryoma's the only one who does it by simply being untouchable. Gonta simply isn't up to the task of overpowering him.

This will be an interesting fact to keep in mind when he turns up dead tomorrow morning.

Kirumi defeated Gonta by being too busy for this shit.

It's not super clear what happened between Gonta and Kirumi. He later mentions that he "couldn't overcome her" so it's possible that, like Ryoma, Gonta just couldn't match Kirumi's awesome skills.

But I like to imagine she was the only person who calmly and civilly said no to Gonta when he was running around grabbing people and dragging them to his lab, and he respected her directly-expressed opinion.

Kaito and Maki also evaded Gonta but they don't get elaborated on much. And then Miu defeated Gonta by being Miu Iruma.

It is exactly what you think it is. Of course it is. It's Miu.

Under the veil of goofy antics, this sets the stage for tomorrow's murder. As Ryoma is dying right now, everyone currently being eaten alive by angry wasps has an alibi. But it also does more than that. In addition to setting up 3-2, the Insect Meet n' Greet also lays the groundwork for 3-4.

We see here the dynamic that Kokichi and Gonta have established in action.

The Insect Meet n' Greet comically and lightheartedly establishes that Gonta is a naive but well-meaning little goof who will nonetheless do harmful things under Kokichi's manipulative influence. The events that play our here are a smaller-scale and less harmful form of what will become the central case for 3-4.

For such a silly scene, there is a lot going on in the Insect Meet n' Greet. But, of course, none of this holds a candle to its most important contribution to the story.

This is why the other Masterminds didn't participate directly in the Killing Game, and were only part of the student roster by loose interpretation of the rules. When you're one of the gang, you get to suffer with everyone else.

Eat bugs, Tsumugi.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #revisiting drv3 #gonta gokuhara

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*gasp*, a child

- some of the genshin characters, and how good (or bad) they are with kids.

characters: childe, chongyun, albedo, tighnari, yae miko, rosaria a/n: random thoughts I had about some of the genshin characters. this is just how good they are with kids overall, not necessarily their own, but I did add a bonus part about whether they want them or not. I wrote more, but the post got too long, so if this does well I might post them. warnings: talks of kids and parenthood. descriptions of disliking kids. orphanage mention in childe's. childe and albedos parts are low-key angsty.

Childe

I’m pretty sure that if there’s one thing this fandom can agree on, it’s that Childe is a family man. He loves kids, he has many siblings, and he loves to be around his family. For the people who know what he does for a living, it’s quite odd to see that side of him. However, he doesn’t show it to fellow Fatui. Pulcinella is probably the only one who’s seen how he is with his family, and even then it’s very limited.

Childe is funny, bright and outgoing - i think kids naturally just gravitate towards him? He’s had a lot of incidents where a child has come up to him babbling, with a panicked parent in tow, because “Sweetie, don’t, that’s a very important man, don’t bother h-”, and well, there goes the child tugging at his sleeve. This obviously wouldn’t happen in an important meeting or something, so he usually just ruffles the kids’ hair and laughs (leaving the parent very confused but also very relieved).

Also, I feel like Childe would go to the orphanage run by Arlecchino and spend time with the kids, with the Harbingers’ (reluctant) permission. He’s also got more money than he needs, so he’ll bring some toys for the younger ones, some clothes, extra art supplies, games and such - they don’t need it since the orphanage isn’t underfunded, but they appreciate it nonetheless. He’s pretty hush about this, for obvious reasons.

I feel like he’d donate a portion of his money to other orphanages (if there are any) and charities, because he thinks that a good childhood is one of the most important things in life. However, it’s also partly fueled by guilt; I think he at least knows something about what Harbingers like Dottore do, and that he himself has ruined a fair share of lives. Childe is very aware of the fact that it doesn’t atone for what he’s done, but he does it anyway.

And oh, Childe would love to have kids one day; he dreams of starting a family. A big one, in a big house, with space enough for the rest of his family to visit. He finds himself daydreaming away in some of his rare breaks, only snapping out of it when he has duties to attend to. He does so with a frown, wishing to go back to that daydream, the comfort of it; though he knows that the life he’s dreaming of doesn’t, and couldn’t, belong to him; no, it belongs to someone else. Someone long gone, a young man by the name of Ajax, who faded into the abyss years ago.

Chongyun

(I’m back on my “chongyun is a top tier babysitter” bullshit)

The thing is, Chongyun doesn’t even realize that he’s good with kids, caring for them just comes to him naturally. Somehow, he knows exactly what to do with a crying baby, and how to entertain a rowdy 10-year old. He's stern enough to tell them off if needed, but also soft spoken enough to avoid scaring them. Chongyun is also pretty damn muscular and generally fit, so he has the strength and energy to keep up with children. He can lift smaller kids like they weigh nothing, and he can run around playing tag for hours. It's a relief to any parent who knows him, since he’s always eager to help when he’s not busy.

While he can easily keep up with very energetic kids, he’s also very good with more quiet ones (again, he’s polite and soft spoken). He may struggle with reading most people and seeing past certain things, but due to how kids are generally more expressive with their feelings, he knows how to handle them. Boy will claim he’s horrible with children and then be followed by a whole trail of kindergarteners on his way out I swear to god. It’s kind of cute actually, some of these kids follow him like little ducklings follow their mother.

I also think that Chongyun is prone to babysitting Qiqi, though some of it is just him lurking in the background to make sure she doesn’t get lost. She enjoys his company, and makes sure to write down what they do together, so she wont forget. Sometimes she asks him to write small notes on those pages. I also think it would be super cute if it was Chongyun who taught her the proper exercises to stave off her rigor mortis. He also accompanies her to colder areas, like the mountains.

Chongyun is still quite young, so he’s not sure if he’ll want kids in the future. It’s not something he considers often, mainly because he's not at an age where you would

Albedo

Albedo is a solid 50/50 when it comes to kids. It really depends on the type of child he's dealing with. He gets along with most kids, but he’s also admitted to struggling with socializing and understanding others, so he does find some kids difficult to deal with. Mainly troublesome ones, in the sense that they are either extremely fussy and/or refuse to be helped. Especially since he won’t know what they need in that case. Ironically, kids like Klee who have loud and active (or, explosive) personalities are easier for him to deal with, because it’s easy to figure out what they need, and go about it a more structured way (he can’t leave his academic side behind, okay). A quiet child is okay as well, as long as he can communicate with them about their needs. This also means that he’s better at caring for infants and then later kids who have learned to communicate their needs - basically, toddlers are a bad idea.

(I feel bad for saying this but if you hand him an inconsolable toddler who’s been fed, changed, and had a nap, he’ll pretty much be lost.)

That being said, Albedo is absolutely great with kids otherwise. He’s gentle with kids, so as long as it's not an elaborate babysitting mission for a crying three year old, he’s fine.

As for having his own... Albedo has thought about having kids, many times. He researches processes of life, how it’s created, etc. and he’s probably somewhat amazed by the fact that a human body can create what alchemists have struggled to for centuries (fullmetal alchemist, anyone?). But the issue for him is that he doesn’t know if he can even have kids, first of all, and secondly, a pit forms in his stomach when he pictures it. The knowledge that he might one day snap and either destroy Mondstadt, or himself, weighs down on him like a great burden. He tries to brush it off; but the thought of endangering his own children, or having to leave them behind, terrifies him. He sometimes feels the same when looking at Klee; Albedo can handle a lot of things, but that? He doesn’t dare imagine it.

Tighnari

Tighnari is pretty similar to Albedo, in the sense that it really depends on the situation. He’s better at reading people, yes, but he knows that some kids find him unapproachable. Tighnari knows how to care for kids, how to calm them down, etc. but he definitely takes on more of a teacher/doctor role, rather than a caretaker. This means that he’s great at caring for all types of kids, but not on a familiar level.

However, like Chongyun, he can hit the perfect balance between being stern and gentle. Kids actually listen to his advice (most of the time), because he doesn’t get extremely angry at their mishaps. He tells them off, explains what they did wrong, why it's wrong, and to avoid it in the future. A part of why he’s good with kids, and as a teacher in general, is because he speaks to them as if they're equals, instead of just pulling the "I'm the adult, therefore you listen to me" -card.

Also, Tighnari’s ears and tail definitely intrigue kids a lot. They really want to pet his ears and tail. He can see it in their eyes. They’re desperate. Please god let them touch his ears and tail.

On that note, some brave kids have definitely run up and hugged his tail, either out of curiosity or because they simply didn't realise that it belonged to a person. Cue tons of apologies from their caretaker and a chuckle from Tighnari (really, he can’t find it in his heart to be... too annoyed).

I'm hopping onto the 'natural instinct' train here; as far as I know, Fennec foxes are very family oriented animals and they mate for life, and I believe that Tighnari would have this trait too. He definitely wants a partner and kids one day, but he's absolutely not in a rush; sure, he sometimes thinks about it, but he's got great things going at the moment. But, whenever the right person comes along? He's not opposed to moving his priorities around.

Yae Miko

Ei come get your bestie, she is STRUGGLING.

This poor woman.

Yae Miko can play mind games with almost everyone, but when a child comes to visit her at the shrine? No, she’s lost. Kids seem drawn to her for some odd reason, and she's flattered, but also quite confused. Yae Miko is definitely the person who’ll whip around to a meek “excuse me, miss?” and see a small kid stutter through their words, asking questions about the fortune slips, and complimenting her pretty hair. Obviously, she doesn’t lose her composure, but on the inside she is a bit alarmed on what to do. Usually, she settles for chuckling slightly and thanking the kid, before answering the questions.

And yes, I believe that children are drawn to her because she’s elegant, and has pretty hair and fox ears. She catches them staring a lot. They are not allowed to pet her ears (she lets them pet her ears), but she will occasionally tell them one of her many, many stories. It’s not uncommon to hear a gasp from somewhere near the Sacred Sakura, followed up by a “The Raiden Shogun did that?”

I can imagine that just like Ningguang, she’d let them do a bit of her bidding…but more for her entertainment. Poor Gorou has been approached by a child a few times while on Narukami Island, and he always walks away flustered, because how the hell is he supposed to deny headpats, when they looked at him with those puppy eyes?

However, when it comes to her own... Yae Miko has zero interest in having kids. Considering her position, it’s not something that would be convenient, or even make sense for her. She’s lived for a long time, so she’s probably thought about it a lot, but more as a way to pass the time, not necessarily because she wants them. Honestly, I’m not sure if she’d even want a lover, but that’s more a matter of meeting the right person. She’s alright with this though, it’s not like Childe or Albedo, where its a source of grief. Just to clarify; I don’t hc Yae Miko as asexual or aromantic, or anything specific at all. I just don’t think she cares about that stuff unless someone really special comes along. There’s also the issue that she’s basically immortal.

Rosaria

I think Rosaria genuinely just... dislikes kids. I almost put her at a 50/50, for reasons I'll explain in a second, but if she can avoid children, she will.

She just dislikes them. They're loud, fussy, need care and attention all the time, and she doesn't have the patience to put up with them. Of course, if a child talks to her, she'll entertain them, but she's looking for an emergency exit from that situation. Rosaria also doesn't want to deal with how sensitive kids are; she's not a person to sugarcoat anything, and you need to do that with most children.

That being sad, she will always help and protect a child if they’re in trouble. She scoffs at people who are overprotective, because not all cuts and bruises need fussing over, but she is still dedicated to protecting Mondstadt, and that includes children. She's just more the type to accompany a crying child towards another trustworthy adult, rather than calming them down herself.

Somewhere deep down, she’s also doing this because her own childhood was rough, and it's a way of 'paying back the favor' for when Grandmaster Varka took her in.

Unsurprisingly, Rosaria doesn't want children of her own. They are…inconvenient for her. Rosaria doesn’t want to go through the strain of pregnancy, and she definitely does not want to dedicate the next many years of her life to a child. I would have ended it there, but after seeing her interaction with Razor in the new event, I can kind of see her in a found family trope? If she found a troubled kid or teenager that ended up latching on to her, she'd become some type of caretaker, though it would definitely be more of an older sister role, or even the cool aunt.

#genshin #genshin impact #chongyun #childe #tighnari #yae miko #rosaria #albedo #genshin headcanons

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here goes the thing i've been putting off for a long time, the body image/sexual preferences meta (nsfw subjects under the cut, tw for canon non-con mentions) – this isn't too explicit, but just in case.

I will preface this by saying that most of this is going to be connected with this post I made ages ago, as WWX's upbringing shaped more than his general self-image. But there are a few things that have been on my mind since like... day one of writing him, so here are a few essential key points.

• upon his revival, he lives (forcedly so) in someone else's body. Someone he never even met looks at him from the other side of the mirror, and while he acts like he's fine with it, it's still a pretty wild concept to wrap his head around. It forces a distorted, new perception of himself as a) fragile (he's not that much smaller in height, but his power/energy/resilience is considerably more limited in this new body) and b) someone who's imposing or possessing this body that wasn't supposed to be his.

One of the most important parts of it is that his scars are gone, and with them some key moments of his life feel as if they've been erased (the Wen brand, the scar from the golden core transfer, the one JC left after their battle in Yiling). These events were so, so life-changing to him and he knows the reminders should be there but... they're not, and it often takes a moment to remember why, and causes a bit of dissociation in the process. Which goes away with time, but it's very prominent at first (remember that to WWX, those 13 years haven't passed; the trauma is still fresh, he's still mentally in his early twenties because he didn't exist throughout these years, while everyone else had the time to process things and maybe move on just a little bit he's just returned from it all).

It doesn't make him self-conscious in regards to his body (because it's not even his), but it kind of... complicates things nonetheless. And this is where I move on to the worst part of it.

• the r*pe kink. The first time I read the incense burner chapter it honestly... hit like a brick and I had some trouble processing wtf it even was, BUT, having read it again and seen some takes on it... it has every right to be there in that exact form. First of all, it's a shared kink, as it was LWJ's dream in the first place (and while I have some thoughts irt LWJ and the reasons behind it, I won't delve into it).

To WWX, being used is something familiar (see the post linked in the beginning of this rant). Being used sexually in a controlled environment by someone he trusts is, in a way, part of a dealing process. He likes that special kind of violence, when it's so rough it's borderline brutal, when the limits are pushed to the maximum. He can set up boundaries (which he does, e.g. the spanking thing), and naturally there's a healthy level of communication that goes into this so that it's about pleasure and not torture.

And yet a little part of him welcomes the violence because he still feels like he deserves it, for not being there, for screwing things up. It's yet another of his self-sacrificing habits, except controlled and experienced with someone who he knows would never knowingly abuse it. And it ties into the body thing as mentioned above because it's also a way to... chase some of that feeling of frailty and uselessness away, if that makes any sense? And the incessant talking (+ him being obnoxiously loud) is a way to say 'this is okay', it's him being quiet that is a sign that something's wrong.

That being said, he acts the way he does (his fake complaining about 'the abuse') because sometimes being loved so much feels overwhelming and frustrating due to the unfamiliarity of the feeling. He doesn't know what to do with it. With all those feelings he has, with all the adoration LWJ showers him with. What he does know (and also struggles to accept sometimes) is that he doesn't need to be a terrifying power not to be messed with for survival purposes anymore. He's safe. He's loved. He needs to experiment with being overpowered sometimes to feel more comfortable with not being so powerful anymore.

• since I tagged the whole thing as nsfw, might as well add a couple of things. WWX loves offering little acts of service in the bedroom and he absolutely adores messy, cathartic and emotional sex that isn't violent, and gentle love-making might drive him insane in all the different ways. Processing past trauma is difficult for both of them and sometimes intimacy is a good way to deal with it, to ground himself in reality through touching and melting into each other to the point where it's the only sensation there is and he remembers them and nothing else. He makes sure to worship every inch of his husband's body (kissing every damn scar is a must) to remind him how much he adores all of him, but sometimes he gets carried away and forgets about himself in it all.

Also not to get all freudian here but the man clearly has an oral fixation so do whatever you wish with that information. There's a good way to shut him up and LWJ knows it, and WWX knows it too.

#personals please don't interact #── * hc : a ghost behind the mask.#is this messy? yes #is this worth reading? probably not

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Let’s Talk About Thunder Bay

So, again, mostly doing this for writing reference (before you ask, no I don’t have anything in the works. Very sorry.), but also because every once in a while, I get asked about my thoughts on the weird little town the Horsemen and fam call home.

I have no doubts in my mind that PD based this town on nothing but vibes and what would be cool. There’s no town in New England that’s going to match the specifics, so really we just have to gather information and guess.

We’ll start with what we know:

Rika refers to it as a small community, and frankly, the way the town is shown I feel that it would have a much smaller population. It would make sense in the population were more in the 2-5k or if Thunder Bay was a neighborhood within a bigger county. But this is a minor matter.

Thunder Bay:

Seaside/coastal town

Settled in the 1700s

Population of 10,000;

About an hour outside of Meridian; travel between the cities is between 45 minutes to just over an hour, probably depending on traffic and weather.

Has both cliffs and shores near the ocean as geographical features

Trevor says that Boston was closer to where Rika was at Brown, and her friend could meet her within an hour if she needed help. He notes that she won't have anyone close when transferring to Trinity, indicating that Meridian is more than an hour outside Boston.

Meridian:

Population of 2 million (nearly half the size of LA; There isn’t a city in New England that has a population of 2 million. Boston, MA is the largest, and is still under 700,000.)

Closer to Thunder Bay than Providence, Rhode Island, but not close to Boston, MA.

Features a river that cuts through the city.

Rika says her reason for the transfer is to be closer to Thunder Bay and her mom, meaning that Providence, RI is more than an hour from Thunder Bay as well. Since we now know that Meridian is an hour away, Providence must be more than an hour away from Thunder Bay to make the move worth it.

So, location-wise, Thunder Bay is less than an hour from Meridian and more than an hour from Providence. Meridian is more than an hour from Boston. Thunder Bay could be between Boston and Meridian.

I did think about going south, into Connecticut, because besides Massachusetts, Connecticut has quite a few affluent neighborhoods and towns. Besides that, it also boarders New York which would make sense for a lot of the families that take up residence in Thunder Bay. For aesthetic reasons, I like these areas and it's hard to part with the idea.

However, Connecticut still seemed too close to Providence. Hartford, Connecticut is just over an hour away from Providence, Rhodes Island where Brown University is located, which as noted above, would make Rika's reasons for leaving pointless since it would be the same distance away.

Because of those reasons, I tend to bring Thunder Bay farther north, into New Hampshire or Maine, even though they don't have towns that match the image of Thunder Bay. Overall, I really like Maine for a lot of reason. Maine also isn’t nearly as affluent as the other states we’ve been discussing.

Maine is also the closest to Canada, making their ability to travel into Canada by train in a single night a little more realistic. Another thing about Maine is that it has a lot of cliffs and parts that jut out into the ocean, which is something mentioned about Thunder Bay at various points.

The difficult thing about Maine, though, is that it has a lot of teeny, tiny towns. And it’s not very populated in general. According to Wikipedia, the population of the entire state is less than the population of Merdian City alone (I bring this up is for personal use, but I felt it was important to say nonetheless).

It also really annoys me that the map we have seems to be upside down? I can't think of another reason why the Atlantic Ocean to be on the left side of the map. So, I think Meridian is north of Thunder Bay and Falcon Wells is south. I could have sworn that this was mentioned in the books, but I can't find it.

Anyway, like I mentioned first, this town isn't based on anything. Location wise, I like the area on the lower area of Maine. I like Cape Elizabeth, Maine for getting an idea of what a town the size of Thunder Bay with similar features would look like. And I like Bar Harbor, Maine sorta for how the town looks but I'm not committed to it. Though it does have a gazebo very close to coast!

Main is also the only state that has an amusement park right on the shore in Old Orchard Beach.

So yeah. I vote Maine.

Anyway, if you are bored, go to google and bounce around some of these towns. I started to get a feel for what driving around must have been like for them. It was pretty cool.

#devil's night series stuff #thunder bay #might come back with pictures

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Once i noticed my friend using a designer-wanting bag, I had been so envious and wanted to get just one myself. Right up until I learned that it absolutely was a faux, and I Virtually fainted! I was so mad, being aware of that she experienced probably been jipped of her cash. For making issues worse, the bag was not even nicely-made nor did it glance pretty much as good as the actual matter. A number of times later on the strap broke and that is when she recognized it had been a phony!

The worst part was which the bag experienced Price her a lot of money. It wasn't low cost, still the standard was terrrible. It had been painful to observe a buddy experience this type of loss. I necessarily mean, who definitely benefits from these fake bags? Unquestionably no one. And it's not just the large names that fake bags hurt, but also smaller firms who craft initial luggage and also have to contend with bogus bags.

I have stumble upon quite a bit of men and women that get these bogus baggage since they Believe they could just 'get absent with it'. They may get absent with it for a while, but it's a issue of time prior to they recognize the true cost of a faux bag. It's a waste of cash and time. Let alone, the morality difficulty. It's normal know-how that purchasing faux luggage is unlawful, and nonetheless individuals preserve getting them, Irrespective.

Nonetheless, if you end up in the necessity for a designer-seeking bag, you will find alternate options like 'vintage stores' or even branded outlet shops. These outlets have incredible baggage that should glimpse good and previous for a longer time than a regular pretend bag. Needless to say, it can Expense in excess of a pretend, but quality under no circumstances will come affordable.

Not to mention, the fake luggage will not typically display the traditional characteristics that genuine bags do. Details like hardware, lining materials, stitching, stamp of authenticity and a lot more, are missing in faux bags. Alternatively, the first designer bags have an added volume of sophistication which the pretend baggage, Unfortunately, tend not to have.

One more problem Using these phony luggage is that they are normally made with counterfeit supplies like leather-based, which aren't only unhealthy but will also degrade simply. They do not past lengthy and crack aside, which, in turn, affects the standard of the bag.

Moreover, bogus baggage usually deficiency legal warranties that come with genuine manufacturers. That means, even should they harm unintentionally, you are able to never get it preset with the help of your designer's label. That is why It really is much better to pay for slightly added than Use a bag that can easily break down.

At last, the scent of pretend luggage is almost always adequate to identify them from the real deal. Faux luggage have an uncomfortable oder to them as a result of fakes products they are manufactured with. That's why it's important to examine the odor of your bag when earning a acquire, to ensure that you're not staying tricked.

I try to remember investing in my notebook for the money required to purchase my initial duplicate bag. I couldn’t feel that this dream of having a designer handbag was finally within sight. And when it arrived, I felt like I used to be in heaven! It experienced every thing - beautiful leather-based, a delicate strap as well as a brilliant lining that matched the colour of my gown. I felt like a celebrity.

It was an ideal dimension for my on-the-go lifestyle. When I used to be out and about, I could easily slip it over my arm, have all my essentials, and nonetheless glance classy. I could also slot in all my knick-knacks and much more which created it an ideal companion for weekend trips and finding all around city.

The better part of proudly owning a duplicate bag was that it absolutely was considerably more economical than the usual designer brand name. Don’t get me Incorrect…I nonetheless like designer brand names, but the price tag just doesn’t constantly fit in my spending budget. With reproduction bags, I had been capable to conserve a ton of money and nonetheless get an excellent searching bag.

Despite each of the great capabilities of the reproduction bag, there was 1 down facet - the durability. I anticipated the bag to very last me for awhile, but immediately after about six months of using it, the material began to break down. The bag just didn’t delay in specific climatic conditions. This wasn’t a major offer for me as I just replaced the bag with a more recent one, but this could be really worth contemplating for those searching for a a lot more lengthy-Long lasting accessory.

The underside line is, if you’re hunting for a fashionable and reasonably priced bag that’ll enable you to look place-together, a replica bag is a terrific way to go. From my expertise, I'm able to say that it’s absolutely definitely worth the cash you’ll be paying out.

I've also utilized many different other replicas - which includes a Kate Spade impressed duplicate. I believed this was a particularly wonderful invest in since it gave me the texture of the designer bag without having breaking the bank. I obtained plenty of compliments for it, and it felt like it absolutely was just the ideal sizing. It also had more than enough depth to make it glimpse extremely exceptional.

I have also attempted a Gucci influenced replica that was comprised of large-top quality products and a more intricate structure. It was Definitely gorgeous, on the other hand, the detail was a tiny bit a lot of and I felt like it was too fancy for day to day don. I would generally put it aside for Exclusive events or nights out.

Another fantastic replica I attempted out was a Michael Kors inspired bag. This was one thing I attained for Every time I necessary to look exquisite although not overly dressy. It absolutely was perfect for Exclusive events, still nonetheless everyday with its minimalistic design and style. I did locate the straps a tad short for me, but practically nothing much too bothersome.

My encounter with replica bags has long been optimistic Over-all. I obtain them to generally be a great way to get designer seems to be without the need of sacrificing a ton of cash. I love that I get to precise my personalized design and style via the selection of replica luggage I personal. Every so often I like to replace them for a little something unique, as they typically previous me about six months before breaking down.

On the other hand, I do realize that not Everybody feels exactly the same way about replica bags. Some individuals think that they’re not well worth the money, Which designer bags are outstanding with regards to high-quality and elegance. I'm able to surely respect that feeling. What I do know is that, for me, replica luggage have already been an incredible way to investigate a variety of models devoid of breaking replica handbags the bank.

The moral from the story is the fact It truly is merely not worth it getting bogus baggage. You will find a lot of dangers concerned and the standard is frequently not worth it. The original quality designer bags have colonial insurance plan, warranties, great design in addition to greater content. Shelling out a little excess will warranty you the quality and pleasure of proudly owning a real bag. Apart from, It is really illegal, and in opposition to the moral code. Never be fooled into buying a phony!

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