#there's so much ground to cover w this theme

[eelnoise]

seraphim

roronoa zoro x afab!reader c/w: bloodlust, consensual bloodplay, zoro bites, you scratch, religious themes, body worship, slight breeding kink, piv sex, creampie, manhandling, praise, post-murder sex (reader and zoro just killed a bunch of marines), public sex a/n: ? idk what even to say. i like my men bloody and i like when they bloody me. this is a rewrite of a previous fic which you can find here so if ur like "ive read this b4..." its because you kinda have banner by the lovely @buggyandthebartoclub!

Zoro isn’t a religious man.

No, he finds the very notion of reverence visceral.

Though as he turns back toward you, he’s dumbstruck. You face away from him, pulling the blade of your sword deep from the torso of a fallen naval officer and watching as the light fades from his eyes. Both of you had emerged victorious after a merciless and surprise assault from a group of marines in the middle of an open town square on some island that neither of you can remember the name of, where a large statue stands tall in honor of some long-forgotten hero at its center.

The scene is heavenly, you there - surrounded by the wages of spilled blood that pools beneath your feet, the remnants of singing steel permeating the now hallowed ground upon which you stand. There’s a certain beauty in chaos, and never has Zoro felt it quite as clearly as when he watches you tear into your foes with reckless abandon. The image makes him shiver - not in fear or revulsion, but something far more primal, deep within his gut.

He’s speechless as he observes you wiping the excess carnage from your blade, a sensation akin to delight igniting in his veins and fixated on you like a hawk. It’s beautiful, truly, a stunning vision that he couldn’t even dream up. 

“Well, we took care of that little rat problem, hm?” Your words are heavy with pride and exertion, but the sound of your voice only spurs him from a daze that he didn’t even realize he was in.

Then you turn to him, visage tattered and torn and stained with crimson. Zoro’s mouth goes dry, and words fail him, tongue tied tightly in a knot that he can’t seem to unravel. You’re immaculate, and for the first time in his life he’s fighting the urge to exalt, to sing your praise, to deify you.

He mutters something that’s beyond your field of hearing as he continues to stare at you like a starved man would a feast. Zoro’s seen you wield that blade countless times, watched on as you cut down enemy by enemy without effort or ailment, but never have you looked as angelic as you do now. Standing amid a symphony of battle and gore, covered from head to toe in splattered blood that’s both yours and that of the deceased around you, the look of delight and self-satisfaction twinkling in your eyes as you grin at him from across the square, fuck, it’s all too much. 

You’re right, of course, the two of you can and did handle these sin and sinew wrapped rats with ease, but the more pressing matter is the effect that you’re currently having on his heart. Zoro takes a step forward, taking in the beauty of your face, bloodied and bruised but not conquered.

Curiously, you leer at him, head tilted in question as you sheath your sword along your back, taking note of the lack of the usual snarky remark from the swordsman. “Zoro?”

His eye flickers to yours, lips parted in what could only be described as awe. He looks at you as if you’re a muse, descended from on high to grace him with your presence, one that’s stunned him into near silence. “Yeah?” Zoro manages to reply quietly, tone raspy and voice a barely audible whisper against the breeze - a timbre you only hear from him when he’s injured or exhausted, a weak and feeble inflection that almost has you questioning if the man was actually hurt.

Zoro’s jaw visibly tightens, his one open eye alight with the same burn that he eyes an opponent with, expression twisting into one that you know all too well. The face he only makes when -

He wants you.

Your war-torn, bloodthirsty appearance has overwhelmed Zoro, the innate desire etched on his expression like a fool in a daze. Lips twisting into a devious smirk, you’re keen on taking advantage of this rare opportunity of power that you’ve been given over him, and you know exactly how to proceed. With a step toward him, you do something he doesn’t expect, something that has his nails digging into his palms.

You lick blood from your lips.

Zoro’s blood blazes, a carnal, raw emotion swells in his throat with urges he cannot fight - will not fight. Ever a man of action, he’s upon you faster than you can react. Large, calloused fingers envelop your waist, pulling you close in an instant and slamming his lips onto yours in a starved, feverish, messy kiss. The metallic tang of blood on his tongue mixed with the taste of you drives him increasingly wilder each second you stay locked together in the embrace, hastening him further into devoted bliss.

You writhe as he leaves your lips to trail down your neck, lapping up the viscous liquid that coats your flesh in his wake. Zoro is fully prepared to kneel at your altar, to partake of and rejoice in each beautiful proverb that befalls from your sweet tongue, to bathe in every hymn you bestow.

Zoro's hands roam over your body, feeling the contours of your curves beneath the fabric of your torn clothing, tracing the delicate lines of your collarbone and shoulders before coming to rest on the small of your back, holding you firm against him. He feels like he could drown in this moment, in the warmth and passion that courses through his entire being.

Zoro grins wildly, a feral expression on his face as he feels the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips, the heat of your breath against his neck, and the sound of your voice washing over in melodic harmony. He wants nothing more than to revel in this moment, to lose himself completely in the intensity of the connection that you share.

“You wouldn’t believe how good ya look like this,” He growls into your skin, his chapped lips dancing across your collarbone and up to your shoulder. “I feel like I shouldn’t even be allowed to see ya. Feels…” words wane into a series of open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and into the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling the intoxicating scent of blood, sweat, and battle on your flesh, “...wrong.”

“Doesn’t seem to be stopping you,” You purr, allowing a soft, pleased sigh to slide from your throat when he adds his teeth to the wet assault upon your skin, gently nibbling and grazing at you in a manner that grows hungrier and more sporadic with every passing moment. 

“We both know I ain’t much of a rule follower.” Zoro’s husky voice is hot on your ear, his warm breath sending a jolt of longing right through your nervous system. The hand low on your back begins to wriggle its way through tattered tendrils of threads that once made up your shirt, fingers spread wide as it skims up your pliant softness, tracing along your waist and up between your shoulder blades.

Zoro's touch isn’t quite tender, a clear indication of his burgeoning lust you suspect, but there's honesty, sincerity in his newfound charge. He knows that you aren't fragile, the evidence fresh and red around you speaking well enough on its own, so why stay the hand that plys the sword? 

Men fall to their hands and knees in prayer to gods they’ve never seen, begging for mercy and crying out for deliverance that will not come.

But you - he can see you, he can hear you. 

He can touch you.

Taste you.

You're divine. A paragon of a twisted and bloodied form of justice. It's you that's stupefied him, luring him into a deistic high that has Zoro practically foaming at the mouth with innate desire.

His painfully hard cock strains against his thigh with means to worship you wholly, to partake in his own ideals of perverse, distorted devotion. He breathes in your salty-sweet scent once more and groans in longing, the taste of your crimson essence on his lips makes him feel like an offering to an idol., and every drop that drips down his chin only serves to heighten his senses even more.

He looks up at you through an eye glazed over with depraved adoration, and all he can think of is how good you look, how delicious you are on his tongue, how much he wants to please you, be consumed in your immaculate presence, and to offer himself up as a sacrifice to the darker and more nefarious desire within him.

The urge to claim, to take what he wants from you and find salvation surrounded by your benevolent hold. To act upon the impure aspiration that pulsates in his mind in ways that would make even the most vileindividuals gawk. He yearns to clean the blood from your sacred, championed skin, a lust filled ritual to send you both into sacramental euphoria. 

He’s in a frenzy, feeling and touching each curve and crevice across your body while pulling you impossibly closer to him. Before Zoro can even think, he’s sinking his teeth into your shoulder, overcome with enlightened debauchery and biting down until that deathly addictive taste of your blood is fresh on his tongue once more - a testament to the depth of his obsession and the power of your shared experience.

The pain burns hot, but brief - quickly dissipating away into a cry of raw pleasure, a moan so salacious and so absolute that Zoro feels the very last of his will slipping through his fingers. He laps over the decently deep mark, his saliva mixing into the cuts like kindle to flame and earning him another woefully delightful wail of exasperation.

He thinks himself safe for the interim, that he’s pulled some sense back from the brink - until you say the one thing that shatters him to pieces.

“Do that again.”

He doesn’t deny you, and without hesitation he obliges by drowning his teeth back into your shoulder, pressing deeper into the wound and savoring the way your blood flows across his lips and into his mouth, painting his face red in the process. He grinds his hips against yours in a primitive display of dominance, while his fingers dig into your flesh with bruising force as you dig your nails into his back through his sweat and blood damped shirt.

Despite the danger posed by your actions amidst the threat of more marines, there is something undeniably beautiful about this dance of life and death. In this fleeting moment, Zoro and you find a kind of transcendence - a place where boundaries blur and limits vanish, leaving only pure, unadulterated passion in its wake.

His lips return to yours, and soon enough you feel yourself being whisked off your feet. The open air of the square leaves little room for privacy, but you know he doesn't care. Zoro walks with you in his arms, lips locked together in a messy, bloody, passionate kiss, your legs tight around his waist before he eases you down onto the lip of nameless hero's memorial upon which he plans to ravish you.

Zoro releases his hungry attack on your lips and rips the remnants of your shirt in two, leaving you bare to him as if an offering of communion. To feast upon your body, to drink upon your wine.

You gasp, wincing just a little from the shock of the fresh air upon your chest. “Zoro-” you begin, his name emanating from your breathless lungs as you watch the fabric fall to the ground around you. 

“Y’can have mine,” He replies, leaning forward to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. “After I’m done with ya.” Zoro’s mouth suckles greedily, teasing your sensitive nub with his tongue before biting down hard enough to make you squeal and arch your back, but not draw blood.

His free hand traces down your side, finding respite upon your inner thigh and squeezing tightly onto it, growling as the fresh wound on your shoulder trickles down your chest and right onto his lips and eliciting an absolutely lewd groan from Zoro as he laps it up.

He gazes up at you with an intensity that borders on madness, his eyes burning with an unbridled lust that has you keening. “Ya taste so fuckin’ good,” he growls between his assault on your chest, “God, I can’t get enough.”

“Then take as much as you want.”

And fuck, he does. In an instant does he pop his lips from you to slide your pants away, somehow careful enough to not rip them to shreds - something you’d have to thank him for later. Without even removing his swords from his hip, let alone his own pants - Zoro simply rushes to undo the clasps and push the waistband down enough to free his length, thick and leaking, to bounce out against your pelvis. 

You can feel it even through your underwear, warm heat radiating from what you desire most in this world at this moment. Zoro looks at you, gaze lingering on yours as he slides the fabric shielding your sex to the side and grips your hip with one hand and his cock in the other. He teases it over your slickness tantalizingly while sliding it between your folds and inch by inch are you filled so wonderfully, stretched and stuffed so marvelously full that each tense or twitch of him inside you makes the edges of your vision blur and has you wailing in pleasure.

As soon as your hips are flushed against one another, he gives you but a moment of adjustment before rutting his hips into you quickly, a rhythm so ruthless and wild that leaves you able to do little more aside from gasp out breathlessly and brave his savage ruin. You’re not even sure when your nails crept up his shirt, or when they burrow sharply into his shoulder blades until they’re etching down his back, the crescent shaped lines running his skin raw and bloody, scathing scores fueled by ferocious, crude passion.

He folds you then, one of his hands coming to grip over both of your wrists to pin them above your head as an arm forces your thigh downward. Zoro leans over you, your ankle now bouncing wildly next to his ear while he plows into you at a newer, deeper, more luscious angle. 

Skin slaps against skin in company with brazen indulgence, a foul yet righteous lament for the fallen mere feet from you. From this more cramped position, you’re all but forced to keep eye contact with him - and he’s looking nowhere else but at your face, enraptured by every sound and move you make as you squirm in his hold.

Your desperate pants mix, leaving patches of sweat to pool between your chests. Zoro’s increasing gasps and snarls of ecstasy ring loud in your ear, the sounds echoing through you like a quake and causing you to flutter around his cock. He hisses, harsh and shrill in your ear and with a throaty grunt he pulls out of you, letting your legs fall to the stone pavement and releasing his grasp on your wrists to firmly twist you by the shoulders, spinning you around and sprawling his hand on your lower back to shift you forward into an arch.

He’s sinking into you again, fingers tight and stinging at your waist and burying himself fully inside of you once more. There isn’t even a moment given for reprieve, the man continuing to fuck you as if he hadn’t even left your dripping heat and making you cry out in hypnotizing delight. 

Zoro smacks your ass, relishing in the ripple effect in your pliable flesh left in the wake of his blow. “Shit,” he exhales, adjusting his machinations of impurity to wrap his arms around your waist and lifting you from the ground, holding you in place mid-air and thrusting into you with less and less fluidity by the second. “Feel so fuckin’ amazin’, always do but god damn do you feel so fuckin’ incredible right now.”

You reach back to lock an arm around his neck seeking any leverage to keep yourself upright amidst his onslaught. You’re moaning something incoherent, words neither of you recognize due to the lust-filled haze that fills your minds, feeling the pull of release pit low in your belly as his balls slap against your clit at a rapid pace. 

Delirium bids its toll upon you, tears prickling at your eyes as the climb to your closely approaching high reaches its limit. Drool slides down your chin and onto your neck, and in an instant Zoro catches it with his mouth, once again dissenting on your flesh and gnawing his incisors into your neck - sucking and biting with brutal obsession and marking your angelic skin in devout defiance. The growing familiarity of the warm flow of blood trickling from the bruised indents in your skin makes you crack, flying over the edge with a scream of his name.

He doesn’t slow as you ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through your body, still slamming into you a breakneck speed. You twitch and twist in his arms, the hard beating of his cock keeping a state of hyperstimulation over you, the whimpers and cries of weak will and breathless joy beginning to tip him over the edge. 

The only thing in Zoro’s fogged head is his need to flood you with his spend, to pack you to the brim with his cum until it drips out of you and onto the stone below. He doesn’t even care if you’re bred full of his brats after this - if anything it would show just how he reveres you, claiming you as his own personal magnificence. 

His jaw tenses, still attached securely on your neck, as he cums. Loud groans and grunts and sighs of relief vibrate against your skin, Zoro’s dick leaking and draining into you as your walls milk him for all that you can manage. 

A few final, slow motions and he slides out of you, gently placing you on the ground and instantly rolling his shirt from his shoulders to hand it to you. “As promised,” Zoro says, a deviously weak grin on his face, moving to wipe his brow after you’ve taken the clothing from his outstretched hand. “Want me to patch ya up when we get back?”

“If you don’t mind, yeah.” You reply as you toss the shirt over yourself gently, minding the wounds that line your body as you do so.” Would rather not be asked any questions I don’t want to answer.” Zoro nods, chuckling softly before helping you clean up, using scraps of your ruined shirt as makeshift bandages and rags before he lifts you into his arms for a third time, though this one with the intention of carrying you safely back to the others - a soft apology for his brutality on your flesh, but one he knows he doesn’t need to say.

#😳 #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece x reader smut #one piece smut #zoro roronoa x you #roronoa zoro x you #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro smut #x reader

[wren-dy-flowergarden]

TWST (Mafia!AU + Bodyguard!AU)

If you realize the characters have no relatability to each other (other than the twins), you are correct. Because I just used a "spin the wheel" to pick characters to write lollllll.

Since I am trying to get back into writing, requests are OPEN. No limit. Pls fill it with what you like, no promises I will write everything though :D

I also wanted to write something more dark...pls read tags just in case!

TW: !yandere content, possessive behavior, mentions of slight blood, dark underlying themes, reader is a jewelry heiress, not be'tad

Mafia!AU Floyd Leech

Mafia!Floyd Is a little too good at his job. Frankly, his boss gets quite frustrated with the amount of bodies brought home. It says dead or alive doesn’t it? Why should it matter what happens to these small frys. 

So when he sees your pretty face on the next hit, he licks his lips in delight. What a treat. Though, the boss did say to keep this one fresh. Little blood is not bad, too much, and it causes some problems. 

So when Floyd sees you on a park bench across the street. You’re…normal compared to the others. They are greasy, bastards flaunting around their beer bellies with women cradled in their arms compared to the pen in your hand tapping against white paper. 

Floyd wants to see where this will go. His boss said to handle you with ‘care’. The moment you see him, you freeze almost like a fish out of water, or maybe like those small shrimps he sees in the fish tank run for cover as a predator approaches. Nothing like those pompous asses who wanted all fight, no talk.

You are so much fun! As Floyd smiles, holding out an eraser. 

“You dropped this little shrimpy.”

Mafia!AU Idia Shroud

Mafia!Idia never, ever, ever works in front of the house! No! Never! He rather stayed in the operating room filled with the comfort of blue light from his multiple monitors. Never missing an angle, never missing a moment, eyes glued onto the screen, because that is what he is good at.

Not when he has to escort you into their headquarters. Also, why the hell are you here? You are just the rich, tiny, heiress of a multi billion xx company; couldn’t you be placed with someone more- energetic (not chronically online person who never sees the sun). 

How the hell is he supposed to start a conversation with you? Boss said to be an excellent host–why is he the one hosting the hostage!? You walk with more poise than him, your heels clicking on the floor as he shuffles. 

You are pretty though… Small lips, big doe eyes with furrowed eyebrows taking in your surroundings. Even your bare shoulders, exposed thin collar bone with dazzling gems draped across your neck, are shivering whether because of the cold?

Be a good host…be a decent host, Idia repeats in his head. The next thing he knows he is throwing his long jacket at your head where you make a noise similar to an ‘ump’. 

“W-w-wear that till we m-meet the boss! Hostages can’t get s-s–sick.”

Bodyguard!AU Jade Leech

Bodyguard!Jade where his smile leaves goosebumps on your skin. It's the way his eyes glimmer, his teeth a bit too sharp to be normal, the way his body lurks over you like a second shadow waiting to swallow you whole. 

But…he is good at his job– ridiculously good for a man your father found off the street on a whim. The way he is diligent in his motions, gently offering his hand as you exit the limo his gaze piercing through every paparazzi, a gloved hand guides you by the small of your back through the entrance.

Your bodyguard Jade who lowers himself to the ground before you to place designer heels on your feet. It would be a lovely gesture if it weren’t for the small red marks underneath the sole…

Jade is good at his job. He keeps you protected, prudent of your lifestyle and satisfied; but, there is this feeling where you feel almost…smothered? No–submerged by his attentiveness as if you are barely keeping your head above water before a predator pulls you down.

He is right in front of your face as you wake up from your daze. His off set eyes shine in amusement as he offers his gloved hand which you take in habit. It feels damp.

“It’s almost time for your debut. Shall we?”

Bodyguard!AU Silver

Bodyguard!Silver makes you realize you are more of a bodyguard than him. At least you can stay awake. When you find him huddled against a corner of your workplace for the nth time in the last week, you break down and buy a blanket. His porcelain face makes no change as you carefully drape the plush wool over his back. Long eyelashes and smooth snow hair cradles his features. 

You're about to brush a stray hair from his cheek but before even a finger graces him, your back hits the concrete floor. Wrists tightly pinned over your head. Your heart is beating in your chest, maybe from the surprise, maybe from the way silver eyes pierce into yours as he asses you with sleep in his eyes. It’s over in an instance as your bodyguard's face filled with shock and embarrassment as he releases you, apologies spilling out of his mouth. 

You rub your wrists. Usually that will be an immediate fire for you. Hurting clients, sleeping on the job; but, Silver is unusually fast. Faster than any of the previous bodyguards your father had hired for you. And his eyes…iridescent opal, it is as beautiful as the jewels you collect. 

Your hand to cradle his face, there would be some bruises forming across your wrists but nothing a pair oIn a soft voice y lace gloves could fix. You tell him it's alright, accidents happen, that one miniscule mistake isn’t enough for you to eget rid of him. He breaths out, anxiety still shakesungs as he gulps, nodding his head pure opals staring right at you,

“I’m sorry, it will never happen again my lady” 

#.wwrenwrites #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst x reader #yandere #floyd x reader #twst floyd #twst idia #idia x reader #twst jade #jade x reader #twst silver #silver x reader #not usually what I write #I write re2 content if I actually beat the game but I am a wimp

[sits-bound]

Bound: The Man Who Lived by sebastianL

Well, this was a labor of love!

I have so much to say about this bind.

I had the idea to incorporate two themes visually in this bind - watercolor flowers (for Draco's tattoos) and New York (where he lives). I bought a set of graphics off etsy (much like I did for Grounds for Divorce and lemons) and went to town with them.

There are 42 chapters in this fic, and each chapter page has one more flower, so by the last chapter, well, there are a lot of flowers.

I wanted these pages to be more vibrant, but when I printed them, the color was bleeding through to the other side, so I had to lower the opacity on them. If this had been a shorter fic, I would have just used 26lb paper instead of 20lb, but at 685 pages, that was not an option. 😅

As it was, it baaaaarely fit under the blade of my guillotine. I definitely won't be able to trim text blocks longer than this.

The skyline was also used a lot, even though it's the Manhattan skyline and technically Draco lives in Brooklyn but let's just call it artistic license.

The end papers are a collage of the flowers, which I then printed the skyline over with my laser printer, then foiled that.

(And let me say that my insistence on printing color pages on my inkjet and b/w pages on my laser printer meant this took forever to print and resulted in many messed up pages. I should just print the whole dang thing in inkjet. But it would take 10,000 years.)

I had a really hard time coming up with a concept for the cover. Or, rather, figuring out how to execute the concept I had in mind. Finally I remembered I had some iron on printable paper, so I printed the flower design, then cut the skyline out of it. But the paper wasn't wide enough to cover the whole front and back of the book, so on the back I had it transition into just the flowers.

Overall, I'm very very happy with how this bind came out. I love it.

Body Font: Garamond Premier Inside title page: Fino Cover: Capitol Capitals

P.S. Draco and I have similar tattoos (watercolor flowers) so that might be why I went in this direction. Who can say?

P.S.S. Honestly, as much as I love this bind, the best way to experience this fic is via the incredible podfic (25 hours!) by @thirdeye1234.

#fanbinding #ficbinding #bookbinding #drarry fic #sits bound #the man who lived

[queer-cosette]

so um you guys have probably seen me posting about how I'm dating this guy (AKA insane bisexual guy with visible psychological trauma AKA Mr No Name Kid <3) and well. I need you guys to understand why I like him so much

he makes me laugh literally so much

I've mentioned this but. he will literally lift me off the ground when he hugs me even though I'm 5'11 and 132lbs

he thinks it's sexy that I like to wear heels even though they make me taller than him

he's literally never got my pronouns wrong which seems like a low bar but I'm a they/them who presents usually very femme so a lot of people will still call me she/her even if I've introduced myself as a they/them

if anyone says something transphobic in front of him he will throw down. one time outside a bar a guy kept making the same bad "oh if a boy can identify as a girl then I'm gonna identify as an attack helicopter" joke and my guy literally turned to him and said "shut the fuck up or I'm gonna start identifying as a threat"

he looks a bit intimidating because he's 6'2 and covered in tattoos but literally half of them are fandom-themed, mostly DC, Marvel, and anime

one time while we were both very drunk he went to grab my waist and accidentally grabbed my ass instead because I was taller than he was expecting. he didn't realise until I told him like a month later and he was so mortified that he literally turned and pressed his forehead into the couch for five solid minutes.

I've mentioned this too but we were walking home from a bar and my cigarette went out so he?? relit it?? with the tip of his??

he thinks it's hot that I'm a ballerina not because it's feminine and graceful or w/ever but because it's given me the leg strength to kick pretty much anyone's ass

he paints his nails and has his ears pierced

we knew each other in high school. specifically we knew each other in our senior year at which point I was a little shit who was 90% anger issues and nearly constantly too high to tie my own shoelaces, and yet??? he likes me anyway???

style-wise we're both very alt, I'm going through a kind of 1980s dark-academia phase and he's got a sort of gothic cyberpunk thing going on. I like that he actually thinks about his clothes instead of just chucking on whatever

he has a cat and she has very bad anxiety issues around anyone who isn't him so he just lets her hide whenever he has guests over <3 I'm pretty sure it's a massive green flag when people treat their pets with respect <3

have I mentioned that he makes me laugh a lot?? because he makes me laugh a LOT

#coco speaks #mr no name kid #<33333

[forthechubbies]

Mommy Virgin ll // Alpha! Babydaddy! JJK x Pregnant! Chubby Reader

W! Strong Language¡!..Sexy buff men¡! Jk in uniform¡! Guess the guest star? Not a warning but 🤷🏽‍♀️

Pssst...if you're new, You might need this -> Mommy Virgin I

An eye-opening scenery opposite of once you closed them welcomed your weary eyes. The sun-kissed your chubby cheeks-Your..in a field...Again, your modesty was at stake this time around the bend.

The nightgown felt like a second layer of skin...clingy onto every curve on your body. You covered yourself from the chilling breeze.

Where's the solder? He didn't do this...Did he? But I would notice him carrying me.

Between the pervious nightmare and now, This place is heaven on earth-soft vibrate flowery fields was a sight for sore eyes. Yet, We all know since can change in a *Snap* especially in a dream.

"Are you alright?" This man was also dressed in military training attire. If his muscles and tattoos weren't intimidating enough then his piercings may do the trick...but he did had a charm to him. "Are you bleeding anywhere?" The soldier nonconsensually examined your bare legs something you didn't mind..honestly.

Only thing you could do was watch. You found yourself speechless over your new dreamland hunk much like Chu Buyeon. However Instead of long black hair, this guy's cut was short like the male leads in ceo themed K-dramas, his eyes were round and child-like, and his smile-

"Miss?" You appeared in a dazed state to the soldier. "Miss, I'm gonna take you with me for safety and medical treatment..."He attempted explained through your daydreaming.

As his large body crouch in closer, You sat still for the soldier as he carried you respectfully. He kept you close to his heart leaving you the perfect opportunity to read his name tag. Jeon.

About halfway through the journey you discovered a horrifying restriction in this dream, You weren't able to utter a word. You attempted to greet the soldier yet he didn't answer. He can't hear you.

"I'm sorry if I'm scaring you.." His voice was comforting. " I just wanted to get you into a safer place..not near the training grounds...it's not safe for citizens."

The soldier's handling of you resembles how a person treats glass.

Along the way, You can't help but notice his beautiful facial features. His brown eyes go deeper than you imagined, there's a cute mole under his bottom lip, a big cute nose, bunny teeth ♡ and chubby cheeks.

There's no way he's a soldier. You though throught the shock.

Before you could consent, you were in the arms of another man this soldier was bashful but crazy strong much like the bunny one. Woo read the patch on his chest. Woo's eyes widen at Jeon " Dude!" He was frantic. Women are strictly not allowed on base and for a good reason-the men. Woo restricted the entrances and blocked the windows. "What the hell?! Are you crazy or do you just have a death wise!?"

Woo kept his volume low ensuring he doesn't surprise you with his harsh tone to his comrade.

" I found her laying in the training fields. What else was I suppose to do, Do Hwan?.." Jeon took pride in lending you his aid regardless of the trouble that comes with you but it's not your fault in his eyes, you're a lost bunny (ironically). " If you were in my shoes you would have done the same thing." He stressed.

Woo could only sigh. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." He backed off - "It's just a really what the hell moment, right now."

" How do you think I feel? " Jeon added his horrifying experience. "I was scared shitless fucking running with her WITHOUT anyone seeing her." He reeks of fear.

Surprise! It's a Teaser! I'm sorry but it's more of a tester than Teaser. I'm getting writers block for this story but I love it so much. Please tell me if you like it.

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[thechaoticdruid]

All wrapped up!

Astarion x F!Tav

Note: Just a short little thing I wrote for Christmas.

C/w: Suggestive themes. She/Her pronouns for Tav. Bondage....? Not really lol...

Tav furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip as she glared down at the colorful wrapping paper in her hands. She pulled out some scissors and slowly began to cut across the paper trying to make sure each side was long enough to cover the box which held a present she was planning on gifting to one of her friends. Once she finished cutting she set the scissors on a table beside her before pulling each end of the wrapping paper over the box. Both sides covered most of the box, but as they met in the middle an obnoxiously large gap could be seen between them. Tav gritted her teeth trying to pull the paper across, then she turned the box over and tried to wrap it from another angle.

In her haste Tav ended up ripping the cheap paper, tearing it in half and ruining it.

"AHHHH GODS DAMNIT!!!" She shouted, tossing the box to the side and throwing the paper over. Tav kicked the table in anger before immediately regretting it and clutching her foot. She let out another yell as she fell over, unable to keep her balanced. Tav tumbled onto the ground and right into some spare present wrapping supplies.

"Hells...." She whimpered, squirming around before realizing she'd been tangled up in a long red ribbon. A matching bow had almost been comically stuck to her back. "This is my punishment for pissing off the gods I suppose...."

She wriggled around on the ground, huffing and grunting when suddenly the door opened and her eyes landed upon a pair of dandy boots.

"My, what do we have here?" The delicious pur of her lover's voice filled her ears as she looked up to see his crimson red eyes staring down at her, a mischievous glint sparking in them. He slowly ran a clawed finger over her bound body, letting it linger a little too long over her rump.

"Is this for me? How thoughtful of you, darling.~" Astarion looked her over with a smirk.

"This isn't funny, Astarion! I'm stuck!" Tav whined.

"I never said it was, dear. I actually think you look very alluring like this." Astarion knelt down onto the floor so he was much closer to her. "So deliciously helpless." He patted her butt, eliciting a slight whine from the female.

"I will destroy you when I get free!" She growled, annoyed he seemed in no hurry to untangle her.

"Oh? Well pity. I was just about to unwrap you, but if you're going to be like that...." He turned and sat on her back, causing the female to let out a grunt in discomfort. "I might as well make myself comfortable while you...cool off."

Tav turned her head back at him and glared viciously, teeth were gritted as she silently fantasized about choking him out. Astarion simply smiled at her innocently.

Tav eventually sighed and softened her gaze at the vampire. "Astarion please untie me...." She pleaded.

"There's a good girl." The silver haired elf got off her before cutting the ribbon off with a small knife from his pocket.

"Thank you." She rubbed herself and stood up.

"How the hells did you get stuck like that in the first place?"

"I am REALLY bad at wrapping presents..."

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[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion| Chapter 27

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count:2K+

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Eddie never thought of himself to be a lucky man. He was the kid who lived in a trailer park with his Uncle cause his dead-beat father couldn’t handle raising him. Not after Eddie’s mother died.

Wayne took Eddie in once he heard his once brother-in-law was leaving his ten-year-old son home, nearly starving, so he could steal some care or do some drugs.

That was maybe the one time Eddie thought of himself as lucky now that he really thinks about it.

Eddie didn’t even want to imagine what his life would be like if he was raised by his father.

But after that, Eddie was never lucky again.

Bullied relentlessly through middle and high school by the same group of kids who saw him as nothing but a freak. All because he refused to fit into the cookie-cutter life everyone else in Hawkins seemed to fall into eventually.

He repeated high school more times than he’d like to admit.

Even when Eddie thought his luck was changing and Corroded Coffin was finally discovered, signed a record deal, and started recording an album.

The world ended, cutting his dreams and the life he knew short.

Now Eddie doesn’t really understand the cruel joke that is continuing to play out as he lives each day through. Where he had to stand back and watch friends and family die – Eddie was still here. Going through each day just hoping to be able to wake up alive the next.

But then you came back into his life – then Eddie thought he was once again a lucky man.

After years of the two of you being apart, by some miracle or way of god, you stumbled back into his life.

But then Eddie had never felt fear like when you collapsed into his arms.

When you were hurt before – Gareth was there to tell him that you were ok before he even saw you. He didn’t have his other best friend this time to tell him that everything was ok. Not when your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and you dropped limp into his arms. Eddie scrambled to catch you before your head smacked down against the ground beneath you. He didn’t have someone to tell him that you were okay as blood started coming into your ears, not a lot, but enough to cause worry.

No matter how much Eddie shook you to have you wake up, you lay there in his arms. Barely breathing, eyes not opening.

Steve was the one to snap him out of it, reminding him that they needed to get back to camp. Eddie gathered you in his arms and ran like he’d never run before. Ignoring the way his body screamed out in pain as he carried you in his arms. Instead, focus on the path in front of him and the warmth of your body against his. Behind him, Steve and Wendy ran alongside him, the entire way till they got back to camp.

Covering Eddie’s 6 whenever it was needed – thankful that the colder weather caused packs of Flayed to be sparse.

“Open the gate! Open the gate!” Steve shouted as the gate of the Camp came into view.

The men above moved quickly to pull the gate open, allowing the three of them through. Eddie didn’t stop to speak with anyone as he passed others through the front lawn of the Lab or through the main entrance. Instead, he went straight to Gareth, once again praying that his friend would be able to help.

“What happened?” Gareth asked, working quickly as he examined you.

“I-I don’t know,” Eddie spoke in a rush, “We got separated. When we finally found each other she collapsed not long after.”

Gareth nodded his head as he pointed a small flashlight into your eyes, feeling a small spark of relief when your pupils dilated.

“We need space, Eddie. I’m sorry.” Gareth explained, already pushing on his friend's chest. Pushing him away from you.

His throat choked with panic as his dark eyes focused on you.

“The medical wing is filling up with more people than we’re prepared for. I will do everything I can, but please.” Gareth spoke again before Eddie was out the double doors.

Eddie stood there and looked through the small circular window as he saw Gareth walk back to you. He didn’t get to watch for long – not as the curtain was pulled and everything was out of sight. Steve and Wendy came running down the hall as Eddie leaned against the wall, dropping his hands to his knees, and letting out a pathetic cry.

Eddie didn’t care that he looked weak at that moment.

He didn’t care what others would think of him as the tears moved down his dirt and blood-stained face.

All he could think was that finally his luck ran out and he was going to lose you.

Eddie’s leg anxiously bounced as he sat at your bedside, his eyes focused on your bruised face, the need to sleep causing a headache to form.

“You need to go and get some rest,” a gentle voice spoke from his left.

Blonde hair and bright blue eyes looked down at him with a gentle smile spreading across her lips. She walked to the empty side of your bed and bent down to overcheck the dressings wrapped around your ribs. You refractured the little healing your ribs did from your last injury.

That wasn’t the scariest part.

No. The scariest came from when no one was able to figure out what the damage to your head.

After speaking with Wendy, who was in a quarantine room currently, Gareth was able to determine that you had smacked your head when fighting with Henry. The additional head trauma to what you’d already been through, on top of the possible concussion – your body had simply been through too much.

No matter how much Gareth tried to tell him that rest was good, that your body needed it, needed it to heal. Eddie didn’t care. He wouldn’t believe that you were okay till you once again opened your eyes.

“I’m sorry…what?” Eddie spoke, blinking his eyes a few times to relieve some of the fatigue he was feeling.

“You should go and get some rest. Staying up and torturing yourself isn’t going to help her out at all.” Chrissy, one of the new volunteers for the medical wing spoke. “I’m sure she’d want you to take care of yourself, no?”

Eddie didn’t answer even though he knew that she was right. They sat in a long moment of silence as Chrissy checked you over, it wasn’t till she was about to leave that he spoke.

“I don’t want to leave her,” Eddie spoke softly. So soft, Chrissy wasn’t sure if she heard him at all. “Not when she needs me.”

Chrissy smiled slightly, with nothing but gentleness in her eyes, “Go and shower, get some sleep, eat, and come back. If she wakes before you can make it back here, I’ll come and get you myself.”

Eddie opened his mouth, but she raised a hand to stop him.

“You’re covered in dirt, blood, and god knows what else. She is not going to want to see you like that. Trust me,”

Eddie nodded his head, “The moment she wakes?”

“I will come and get you.” Chrissy agreed.

Eddie sat there for a moment, his dark moon eyes falling on your form, before looking back to Chrissy and standing. He took a half step forward before sweeping back your hair, and bending down, to brush his lips against your forehead.

“I’ll be back, sweetheart, I promise,” Eddie whispered before kissing your forehead again.

“Thank you,” Eddie said to Chrissy before walking away from your bedside and heading toward his trailer.

Where he took a cold shower, washed the dirt from his pale skin, and changed his clothes before crawling back into bed.

It didn’t take much effort for sleep to take over his mind.

But when the dreams did come – he was once again just a boy from a trailer park but this time holding the girl that he loved most.

Eddie walked slowly around his trailer as the early morning started to come up through the trees. The sleep that he had wanted, more so needed, barely came. He spent more time tossing and turning with worry than anything else. He poured his coffee into a worn mug he’d kept in a cupboard. It was weird for him to walk around and not hear you padding around in the bedroom or bathroom.

But he tried not to focus on that, knowing it would only cause his worry to increase, but it was there in the back of his mind. Instead, he dressed and headed out of his trailer and to the main area of the Camp. He helped out with those who needed it and picked up a little more work wherever it was seen needed. They had lost a few people – meaning there were fewer hands in some areas to keep the Camp running.

“We might need to run a raid soon, Hopper said that some of the supplies are running down quickly, especially medical needs,” Steve spoke as he and Eddie worked with unloading some of the food grabbed from the small garden. The last few crops it seemed with the weather getting colder.

“I had a feeling that would be coming up,” Eddie sighed, wiping away his curls from his forehead. “Do we even have enough for a run?”

“We’d either have to gather new recruits or with a smaller group.” Steve shrugged.

Eddie hesitated for a moment, “How is Robin? I haven’t seen her around since we’ve come back.”

“Not…not great.” Steve paused for a moment before continuing, “Losing Vicki really seemed to send her over. It’s going to take some time.”

Eddie nodded his head in understanding before continuing to finish up their project. Once the two men were done, they headed back up to the main floor. Eddie couldn’t help but look down the hallway that led toward the medical wing. Steve caught the moment and saw the frown that deepened on his friend's face.

“How is she?” Steve asked with a soft voice.

A heavy sigh passed through Eddie’s lips, looking down as his hands grasped together tightly.

“I-I don’t really know outside of that she had suffered some trauma to her head, or at least that’s what Gareth is saying was the cause. Not much they can really do with the little that they have.” Eddie looked to his friend, “I’m trying not to hover and be in the way, but…it’s hard…I worry. I can’t go back to how it was before she was here, Steve. I can’t.”

“Who said that you have to? Why would that thought come into your mind, man.” Steve spoke hurriedly.

“I can’t help it.” Eddie shook his head, “I just…can’t help it.”

Eddie sighed heavily and walked the trail back to his trailer, before changing out of his clothes, and into something more comfortable. And then he walked the path once again and down to the medical wing. He walked by a few that he saw resting in the cots, a few tending to them, or family sitting with them.

But his focus was on you and only you.

You were tucked beneath the blanket that was draped across you, fresh bandages along your knuckles and forehead. Eddie grabbed the chair that sat pressed against the wall beside your bed before taking a seat. Your face was still serene from the deep sleep you were in despite the bruises that decorated your face.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie spoke as he reached over and grabbed your hand gently, before continuing and telling you about his day.

Hoping in some way it would not only bring you comfort.

But have you come back to him.

I hope that you enjoy the new chapter, a short little filler. Please reblog, like, or comment if you enjoyed it!

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[mjanelupinblack]

starving creatures | chapter one 🖤

pairing: xu minghao x reader // jun x reader (mainly lol)

description: starving creatures have arrived at your homeland in forks. little do you know, they not only intend to drain the blood out of you... they'll also to break your heart in two.

genres: slowburn (please bare with me), fluff, angst, vampire!au

warnings: blood drinking, lot of blood related themes, repressed emotions, family issues, miscommunication, kinda toxic friendship with cheol? blood and smut will be mixed. emotionally and physically starved vampires oops. did i mentioned blood?

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w/c: 3.2k

a/n: like i said, slowburn as f*ck. you'll have to wait to have fun with jun and hao but it'll be worth it if you bare with me. also i am having so much fun writing this omg ^_^ english isn't my first language and i don't have beta readers so kind feedback is welcome <3

CHAPTER 1

Joshua Hong had been the first for many things in his life: the firstborn, the first brother to complete his education, the first student among his classmates to perform a solo surgery, and one of the first doctors to try chloroform for his medical procedures, as anesthesia wasn't nearly as developed as it is now.

He was also the first one to be turned.

No other outcome could have been expected. People like him - young, enthusiastic, seemingly blessed by the gods - had to have some divine punishment waiting for them. Josh's penance would be to live forever with his luck... and to have it slowly fade into misfortune.

As a doctor, he never thought life could be eternal. He had witnessed all types of miracles at Paris Salpêtrière, but no soul had ever gotten to escape the sweet lullabies of death. At first, he felt terrible about it. Doctor Pierre had told him to get used to it, as God only gives special treatment to his friends. Little did he know, Pierre was a close friend of Him. He didn't notice it until he found himself digging a blade into his tutor's jugular vein.

No pulse could be found, but Pierre's breaths were still steady.

"Let's go, Josh! Everything's packed!" Vernon shouted as he got into the driver's seat.

"Do we really have to go through this again?" Jun complained, as if it would change anything. For the last time, he stared at the California house that had been their home for the past ten years.

He always got too attached.

"C'mon, man, you know it's better this way," Vernon replied.

From the passenger seat, Joshua looked at them. Minghao rubbed his brother's back and gently pushed him into the car despite his deep and frustrated sighs. This might be the worst part. But upon reflection, the worst part might also involve the one where locals started noticing their lack of aging, leading him to search for a new town.

"Jun, you can't be mad..." Vernon tried.

"Hum, yes, I can be mad," Jun countered. "And I can't believe you all think it's possible to move from California to this nowhere town."

"This 'nowhere town' is called Forks, alright? And it's your new home, so you better get used to it."

Nowhere Town. That's a good name, as it reflected all the peace Joshua had been praying for since Junhui and Minghao joined his and Vernon's odd nomadic, supernatural-like lifestyle.

"It's always cloudy there. You'll get to hang out more often with your friends."

"Sorry, what friends?" Jun asked sarcastically.

"You'll make friends eventually, Jun. Stop whining," Minghao said.

You didn't believe Forks was the best town in the world either. The landscape, always covered by mist and the ground sticky wet from the most recent storm, looked exactly as it did when you were born. You finished cleaning the house an hour before the awaited arrival. The large windows were all cleaned, not a single stain preventing passersby from catching a glimpse inside.

The house was empty for now, as it had been since the heartbreaking death of the previous inhabitants. You sat by the porch, trying to catch your breath and wondering what the new family looked like. Were they old? Were they nice? Certainly, they wouldn't want anyone to disturb them, otherwise, they would have chosen to live closer to the town center.

Surrounded by trees and animals, your aunt's house was known for attracting people who appreciated solitude.

That's the first thing you learned about Minghao.

There is a van approaching from a distance. The new renters arrived half an hour earlier than you planned. You stand up quickly, shaking the dirt off your pants when, for the first time, you see his face.

You won’t be able to forget that face.

"Y/N, right? We talked on the phone yesterday," one of the guys says. There are four of them now. By his introduction, you supposed you are talking to Mr. Chwe.

"Yes! It's so nice to meet you all, Mr. Chwe."

You shake his hand, surprised to find Mr. Chwe, a doctor, looks more like a student who just pulled an all-nighter.

He also has the temperature of an old man.

"Just Vernon, please," he said.

You had a speech planned, but right now you're having trouble remembering what you were going to say. There's a man behind Vernon who looks at you with tender and compassionate eyes. You assume he's Joshua, the one who responded to your emails.

"I'm so sorry my aunt couldn't make it today. As I told you, she's been sick. It would be difficult for her to climb all the way up here. I'll give you the tour, if you're comfortable with it."

Vernon shows his understanding. The same goes for Joshua, who breaks into a sincere smile and thanks you for being so attentive. It's almost as if they're acting like parents. And then, there are the kids...

"Actually, I'm tired. I'm sure we can figure out the house ourselves."

"I could really use some sleep."

"We've stayed in bigger houses anyway."

"Jun, Hao... Enough of that."

Jun and Hao; you're not sure which one takes your breath away more. With their silky, white, shoulder-length hair, they stand in the woods like fairies in a fairytale.

But you imagined fairies to be... more polite, perhaps.

"It's okay. It must have been a long ride for them. I'll leave you to rest." You tranquillize Mr. Chwe with a smile, but think, Morons, in your head.

Almost as if he heard what you said, Jun's face contorts in a gesture that appears both surprised and offended.

"Do you all see that little house right there?" you ask, pointing down into the distance past the trees. "That's where I live. Just call me if you need anything. We're the only neighbors you have around, besides the Boo Family. Oh, and I almost forgot. They asked me to leave you a present since they won't be able to come and say hello today. I left it inside."

"A present?" Minghao asks, his forehead furrowed and a fucked up temper. It's as if you'd just left a bomb or something in their kitchen.

You feel small under his gaze.

"Yes... it's just a beautiful mirror."

•••

Vernon was the second one to get turned.

He graduated from uni, having already killed a man. He tasted his blood, vomited to stop feeling sick, but then got the imperious need to drink from him again.

“Who the hell is this Boo Family?” Jun asks once they get to the house. The mirror is still covered in the living room. There’s no use in unwrapping it as they can’t use it anyways.

“Some old friends.” Vernon answers, face paler than usual.

He made a vow to never to steal a life again. No matter how hungry he was, no matter how weak he could get, he had a strong set of values he planned to spend the rest of his non-desired eternity with, even if people told him it wasn’t the natural thing to do.

“Explain yourself.”

“No explanation needed… Just go to your room, Jun.”

“Are you grounding me or something? I thought we were over with all this weird family shit.”

“I could be your grandfather, how is that weird to…”

“Boo Seungkwan is the man who brought Vernon into this life, okay?” Joshua explains.

Josh had been his mentor. Studying hard for his degree, Vernon was only seven years younger than him and had a mind full of dreams. One of them was to become a doctor as brilliant as Joshua, which, after a lot of sacrifice, he did. But he never thought his desire to be like Joshua would put him into a world so dark and twisted. When he said he wanted to be like Joshua, he never imagined… this.

“There’s your answer.” Vernon says.

He wouldn’t have endured sane this long without Joshua as a friend.

“Don’t worry, mate, we are leaving this place.”

The house is big. Of course, they lived in much larger houses than your auntie’s, as Jun said. But this house… There is wood covering the walls and enormous trees blocking the sunlight from the windows.

Vernon asks himself, is it always going to be like this?

Will Josh and he finally be able to take daytime shifts? Will they be able to walk around town without having to worry about deadly eruptions on their skins?

Sunglasses and long sleeves, then they are ready to go. The offer is tempting.

“There’s no need.”

“What do you mean?” Joshua asks in disbelief.

“I mean… We already paid the girl.”

“And she can keep the money. We’re leaving.”

Jun seems thrilled. What will their new location be? Bahamas? Maybe France? Oh, he loves pain au chocolat! Now it is gonna be great.

“I want to give it a try, Josh,” Vernon says, much to Jun’s disgrace. “Yejin is dead. And there’s no other reason for the Boo family to attack me again.”

“Yejin? Like your ex-friend Yejin?” Minghao asks.

“More like the maniac, out-of-her-mind-obsessed-with-Vernon, Yejin.” Joshua corrects.

“How did you know about her, Hao?”

“I might have stumbled upon your diaries once. But then we moved, and I don’t know where you hide them anymore. So I’m kinda stuck in the middle of the tale.

“Well, well, well… Looks like we know very little of each other to be part of the same family, Mr. Chew. Or should I call you Doctor?”

Jun disappears from the room, not caring for Joshua, who wants to say something to him. Even if he couldn’t move at this dazzling speed, he would’ve been able to escape the situation with equal grace.

That’s the way he is.

“Welcome to Forks, then.”

•••

“So… the new renters are a piece of shit.” your friend Cheol says. It's nice to catch up after a whole summer apart, not seeing or hearing anything from him.

Your ankles ache from the cold wind that bites as you walk the last stretch to school.

“That’s not what I said,” you explain. “The doctors were very nice to me. But the young ones… This guy Jun was in a terrible mood and treated everyone like shit. The other brother was…”

Threatening? But gut-wrenchingly beautiful? Eyes so deep like sinking ships after crashing with an iceberg?

“…a bit serious, I don’t know. When the doctors asked me if there was a highschool nearby, I thought I'd get to make some friends.”

“Are you saying I’m not enough of a friend?”

Okay, that was a low blow and you need to respond to it.

“The whole summer you went missing. So yes, at some point your friendship felt short for me.”

Many years of friendship taught you that you can open up with Cheol whenever you feel sad or lonely. You arrive at school and identify some of the friends he spent the whole summer with. A sight escapes your mouth. You love the guys, but you kinda wish your alone time with Cheol would have lasted longer.

And he notices.

“We can hang out later. Just you and me,” he promises, grabbing both of your hands. “We can sneak and spy on this jackasses’ house. Then you’ll watch them nose-picking and realize they’re not that big of a deal.”

“Voyeurism? That 's the date?”

Cheol pinches your nose in between his fingers and smiles playfully. Same old smile. Same old gesture that makes you feel safe. Even after a whole summer of not knowing what the hell is going on in his head.

“I know you. Don’t act like you don’t like to get into other people’s lives.”

Touché. You admit there’s a certain rush of adrenaline growing in your veins whenever you think about getting into your new renters’ intimacy. There's a certain power that comes with knowing about other people's secrets. Even when you don’t plan to use any of those against them.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I take it as a yes.”

“Take it as a maybe I'd rather go grab some coffee and not do such creepy things!”

You hit your friend in the arm playfully. When they see you coming, the gang welcomes you with a hug and some cheering. Hoshi tells you about how your best friend drank his blood’s weight in beer and none of the parties were near as entertaining as when you are there to join them.

You don’t believe him. You know he’s only saying this to make you feel better. But you have nothing against white lies when they serve their purpose.

“Maybe invite me next time?” you say, knowing that you are asking for the impossible.

Soonyoung looks at Dino, who answers without saying a word. Cheol pulls you closer to him. Silent and almost surrounding you with his arms.

“I really don’t think you’d like it,” Soonyoung says. “Plus you’ve been busy training, from what I heard.”

Of course. Training. You are not sure what Soonyoung must have heard about it, or who he must have heard it from. But this summer, you have been leaving your house at five in the morning everyday with the intention of running your sacred five miles before seven a.m—or whatever number of miles you could do before starting to feel like you’re about to pass out. It has been awesome; wind whipping your skin and not a single thought crossing your head. Just a pleasant sensation of hurt that would leave your legs shaking and your mind blank.

After that, you’d return home just in time to give your auntie her meds.

And then you’d like to run away again.

“Are you getting into a competition or something?” Dino asks.

“Nah. I was just doing it to clear my mind. But who knows… I’m fast.”

“Maybe I could help your train then”

Around the corners, or maybe even a couple of blocks away, there’s a soul with the extramundane ability of hearing your thoughts and sayings with just the gaze of your silhouette.

“Hum… who the hell are you?” Seungcheol asks him.

He wasn't there just minutes ago. You must have been too lost in your own thoughts as the sight of your neighbor makes your heart skip a beat.

Maybe he wants you to introduce him?

“Guys, this is Jun. My auntie rented the house to his family, so he and his brother are new here.”

“Great way to introduce yourself, mate. You’re an asshole, from what I heard?”

You step over your friend’s foot, hoping to subtly silent him. Damn, Seungcheol has a big mouth.

“Actually, I’m here to apologize,” Jun says, much to your surprise. And then he looks at you like no one else is there. “My manners weren’t the best. We had a long trip from California so I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“California? You’re a ghost, man.”

Ignoring Soonyoung’s comment, your neighbor continues trying to apologize.

“I just wanted to let you know that whatever neighborly thing you need, you can count on my family and me.”

Just by the way they’re silent, analyzing every bit of him but actually finding nothing, you can tell that the guys already hate Jun without even knowing him.

And for that, you feel relieved.

“Thank you, Jun. I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure.”

•••

You live in a place so different than Mr. Chwe and Mr Hong’s new house. It only has a few rooms; none of them fancy and only spacious enough for you to sleep and change in there. The little wooden cabin remains hidden in between the trees, all of them prominent enough to prevent your house from being in plain sight. Rain has to make an effort to fall in between thick leaves. And if it wasn’t because of the oscillating movement of your auntie’s chair, Joshua would´t have found it.

He has always been a good neighbor. It’s a signature part of the made up story he tells about himself every time his life changes. So there he is, standing on the porch of your house with a basket of freshly baked cookies in hand. He expects to find you there and maybe ask you a couple of questions about the Boo family and your relationship with them.

“You didn’t have to” you say, receiving the basket in your hands with guilt wrinkling your eyebrows. “Really. I feel terrible. I don’t have anything to give you in return.”

“You’ve given more than enough. This is just a thank you. To you and your aunt.”

Some persistent raindrops have started to pierce through the trees.

“Come in, I insist” you say, opening the door fully even though it’s kinda messy inside. You haven’t found the time to clean up and embarrassment shows in the crimson red of your plumpy cheeks. “You won’t make it to the lodge before the rain. And I was about to make some coffee to warm up anyways.”

Joshua knows perfectly that he will be able to reach the lodge even before the next drop of rain. Despite that, he decides to enter your house and take a seat at your table, waiting for the cloudburst to stop, like any normal person. In front of him, there’s a cup of coffee. He asked for it without sugar or milk because he wouldn’t be able to enjoy those flavors if you put them in there anyways. Of course, the story he tells is different. It’s easier to explain he’s grown accustomed to preparing his coffee bitter in the rush of his night guards.

“So, California…”

Your friend Hoshi’s observation over Jun had been rude but sharp. California’s sun had rejected Joshua’s family in an inexplicable way.

“Yes, we stayed there for a short time,” he answers. For him, that is not a lie. Ten years really is a short time. “We have a condition. It makes us sensitive to the sun. So long term wasn’t an option.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for that...”

“It's okay. We just have to be careful. Forks seems like the perfect place for that.”

“Trust me. Forks can give you a lot of trouble but sunny days won’t be one.”

Joshua takes a sip of his coffee. It doesn’t taste like anything, but it’s reassuring to see you enjoy the cookies he baked but can’t taste.

“A lot of trouble?” He asks, eyes full of curiosity. “What do you mean by that?”

Coming from California and —from what Vernon told you— previously New York, you imagine your neighbor has no idea of the consequences of living in a place like Forks.

“Well, a small town can be a vast hell if you don’t keep things to yourself,” you explain. “Forks is amazing. But there’s only a few habitants and they all get bored easily, so rumors fly.”

Joshua’s well aware of how deadly rumors can be. Especially when truth revolves around them.

“Do you have secrets to entertain us with, Mr. Hong?” you mock him, feeling a little more comfortable around your neighbor who’s not only a kind person but also a great baker.

His eyes get all wrinkly when he smiles.

“I’m afraid we’re gonna bore you all,” he answers “And please don’t call me Mr. Hong.”

“Fair enough.” You say, while cleaning leftover cookies from the corner of your mouth.

“What about you, do you have secrets?”

You laugh at the question. Maybe it’s because you know the answer damn well.

“Of course. We all do.”

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[ametrictonofaudacity]

Yan!dad platonic Stucky w/ a telekinetic reader? They can move small stuff with their mind!!

Absolutely!!

Steve and Bucky would definitely be an interesting couple to have as dads, much less yandere dads lmao

Warnings: kidnapping, reader has trust issues and is a former expirement,restraints , gaslighting and themes of obsession. Steve is also an ASSHOLE in this

The window had been screwed shut. Not an impossible obstacle to get past, you were far more than capable of getting rid of some measly screws, but it did complicate things. Both of your captors routinely checked the state of your room, but Bucky was far more discerning when it came to things that could possibly aid your escape. You would have to get it out tonight.

You stare at the screws, and slowly, begin to unscrew them. They had been stripped, probably deliberately, so there was no possible way you could do it with a tool. And, thankfully, you had been smart enough to keep your powers hidden. They didn’t help you in a fight, so keeping any tool that could aid your escape hidden was important.

The four screws drop to the floor, and you kneel, scooping them up and tucking them into your pocket. You can’t hear anything, nothing that would let you know that your captors were getting closer, but that didn’t mean anything. Steve was pretty quiet, but Bucky was as silent as the wind, and the door of your room was well oiled.

You sigh in relief, and then tense when you hear a door close. Someone was home.

The screws in your pocket are a damning weight. You quickly take them out, knowing that both Steve and Bucky would notice them, and lunge under the covers, pulling the blanket up around your shoulders. You had the habit of napping during the day anyways, so they shouldn’t be too suspicious.

The door clicks open, and the only sound is the air that’s displaced by the door.

Your heart drops. Steve wasn’t nearly that quiet.

You turn over, pretending to blink sleep out of your eyes, and Bucky -who insisted you call him Dad, which even if you had to out loud, you refused to in the privacy of your mind- gives you a small smile, long hair brushing his shoulders when he sighs.

“Taking a nap during the day again, kid? Thought Steve already got after you for that.” It’s a relaxed chuckle, and he buries a hand in your hair, gently playing with the strands. It had gotten longer in the months since you’d been home. So long you would have to cut it when you finally managed to escape.

“S’not much else to do around here.” You grumble, and he huffs a laugh, shaking his head.

“You stop trying to sneak out and maybe we can talk to Steve about un-grounding you. Might even get your phone back.” You nearly shoot up in excitement, eyes wide as you prop yourself up on your pillows.

“For real?!” You blurt, and grin, eyes wide. That was an opportunity to escape, to get away and go home, and you refused to let that slip away.

“Don’t get too excited. You’ve got a while before we activate it, but we can put some games on there, give you something to do while you wait for us to get home. I know you get pretty damn bored waiting for us. Bored enough you tear up your room.”

It’s teasing. A gentle jibe at every time you’d torn up your sheets, broken your window, torn apart your cell disguised as a room.

That doesn’t stop you from tensing. It doesn’t stop the panic, the adrenaline, doesn’t stop you from nearly throwing yourself away from him. You had gotten better at hiding your reactions, sure, but not good enough to fool Bucky.

His hand draws back, and when you look at his face, it’s downturned into a sharp frown. You swallow around the lump in your throat.

“Whatever you did, fess up, and I won’t tell Steve, kid.”

You weigh your options. Bucky was the better of the two, regarding punishments. Steve made your life hell when he was mad. He would be cold days after your punishment was over, if he thought you weren’t in enough trouble. Which was often, given that Bucky often talked him down from the more extreme punishments.

You glance at the window, sigh, and then reach into your pocket, taking out the screws. Bucky would find them anyways, and tear apart your room to find them if he had too. You rather liked the few possessions you were allowed.

“I was gonna sneak out the window. His the screws.” You mutter, and it’s his metal hand that takes the screws out of your hand.

“These were in your pocket?” He asks carefully, turning each screw over carefully. It makes your heart thump in your chest anxiously, because even though he had never been physical with you, you were more than aware how much damage a simple screw could do in his hands.

He did more with less when he rescued you from the facility.

You nod, and he frowns, glancing at the window.

He closes his fingers over the handful of screws, and squeezes, and you cringe at the sound of rending metal. You knew he was strong, of course you did, but seeing him so casually display that strength was a harsh reminder of your place as a captive.

You can’t tell if he means for it to be.

“We’ll replace those later tonight. Come on, Steve needs to know about this.”

Your heart leaps into your chest, and you shake your head, to which he frowns.

“Kid, you tried to sneak out again. And if you weren’t sneaking out, than you were hiding a weapon, and you know the rules. Nothing you can use as a weapon.”

“What am I gonna be able to do with a screw?! Y’all are super soldiers.”

Your bitter mutter is met with a hard glare, and you duck your head, wincing. Not only had you managed to piss Bucky off, you had managed to do it so spectacularly he might not defend you against Steve, now.

“Can’t we just not tell him? He’s still mad at me for last time.” You mutter, and Bucky sighs, crossing his arms.

“He should be. You’ve tried this nearly fifteen times by now. Now up, we’re telling him.”

“Telling me what?”

You freeze, and your heart drops to your stomach, before you look up. Steve is standing in the door way, leaning against it casually, and his frame is so massive that it completely fills the doorway, making escape impossible.

You feel your eyes fill with tears. You can’t think, not with both of them here like this, glaring at you, sharp and dangerous. You can’t do anything but duck your head into your knees and try to do anything but think about how terribly this was about to go.

“You can tell him or I can, kid. He needs to know.” Bucky’s voice is almost gentle, and you cringe, before you clear your throat. He definitely saw you crying.

“I was.. trying to sneak out again. I unscrewed the window, and hid the screws.” You remind yourself sharply not to say escape. Escape implied you had been kidnapped, even though you had, and it would only upset Bucky enough that it made Steve mad. It would only make things worse.

“Why did you hide the screws?” You cringe, because Steve’s voice is cold, sending shivers down your spine. It makes you want to curl up under your covers and never come out.

“I thought B-Dad was going to see them. I didn’t want to get in trouble.” You choke out, and wipe at your face as discreetly as you could. You didn’t want to be accused of being manipulative, and with how mad Steve was at the moment, he just might.

“Look at me.” He demands, and you look up. Your face is teary, and red, and he sighs, dragging a hand down his face.

“We can’t keep doing this. We can’t watch you, all the time, it’s just not possible, you know that. We need to be able to trust you not to run off every opportunity you get. There are people looking for you, who want to hurt you, we can’t risk you getting hurt.” He lectures, and you keep your eyes trained on him, lip trembling. You hated when Steve did this. Acted like he was doing you such a favor for kidnapping you.

“Is it really so hard, kid? Just stop trying to sneak out.” And there came Bucky, with his soft touches and gentleness. You had thought, based on their pasts, that Bucky would be the harsh one. The one to fear. You had been wrong.

“Apparently.” Steve’s voice is sharp, and when he steps toward you, you try not to tense up as he crosses the room. “You’re sleeping in the living room tonight, get your bedding.”

You blink. This was new.

You gather up your blanket, and pillows, and when one falls out of your grasp Steve catches it, before ushering you out of the room.

There’s a mattress in there already and you freeze, glancing from Steve to Bucky in confusion.

“We knew you tampered with the window the second you did. Your Dad was just giving you a chance to come clean. Be glad you did.” Steve says, taking your bedding and beginning to make the bed. “Since we can’t trust you to behave, you’ll be sleeping out in the living room with us. I’ve tried everything else, and since that hasn’t worked, you’ve forced us to do this.”

“Forced you?” Your voice cracks, and there’s an ugly nasty mess of emotions in your chest that you can’t make sense of.

“What other option do we have? Lock you in a closet while we’re gone? No. From now on, me or your Dad will be at your side until we feel we can trust you. We’ve already gotten it arranged so that we can do this for as long as we need to. If we aren’t here, you’ll be in bed.” Steve shoves the mattress besides the couch, and your stomach drops when you see the gleaming loop it was attached to.

“Pops, I don’t- please don’t, you don’t need to do this.” You beg, and your eyes are fixed on the silver chain, which was attached to the table. You were willing to bet it was bolted down, too.

“Dad, please don’t let him do this. I can’t be chained up, please. I’ll behave, I’ll be good, I’ll stop trying to sneak out, I promise.” Your confusion had vanished, replaced by tears and begging, and finally, Steve softens, hard blue eyes turning gentle.

“I know you don’t think it’s fair. But until we think we can trust you, that’s how it’s going to be.” He murmurs, and when he reaches for you, you don’t even fight, instead clinging to his chest. If you could do something, anything, to avoid this, than you would.

“Pops, please, you can, I’ll be good. I won’t run away anymore just don’t chain me up, please.” You beg, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. You are by no means small, but he towers over you, and you feel horribly fragile being held like this by the man who had kidnapped you.

“It’s only for when me and Buck are gone. It’ll be over before you know it, I promise.” He murmurs, and you sob, shaking your head. He sighs, and another pair of arms circles around both of you, one arm colder than the other.

“It’ll be over before you know it, kiddo. Just hang in there.” Bucky murmurs, and your muffled sob is lost in their embrace.

You wish they had never rescued you. At least in the facility they hadn’t pretended to be your friend. They hadn’t pretended that their cruelty was a kindness.

“We’ll get through this, kiddo.” Bucky murmurs, and presses a kiss to the top of your head, gentle in the way only he seemed able to manage. You cry, clinging on to him and Steve, and your tears are brushed away from your face, and you can’t tell who’s doing it but you wish they would stop.

“This will all be over once you learn your lesson, promise.” Steve kisses your forehead once, gently. “I know it’s hard, especially after what they did to you, but once this is over you’ll finally stop trying to sneak out.”

You don’t tell Steve that’s what you were afraid of. You don’t tell Steve anything, instead staring up at him mutely with teary eyes.

By the time you finally are able to think, there are two sleeping bodies beside you, wrapped around you like you are a small child. They shield you, warmth radiating into your bones, and even though you fight it, eventually exhaustion drags you into a fitful sleep.

You don’t dream, but waking up is it’s own nightmare, and you are grateful.

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[pearbunny]

the bucket list ✘ [seven]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was. 

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings:  tourist!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death, eventual smut.

word count: ~4.8k 

chapter content: death, terminal illness, depression, s*icidial thoughts; all of which are not explicitly said, but described and mentioned. angst / comfort.

author’s note: I apologize for the longer than usual wait, but here's a bit of a heavy chapter.  Also! Big reveal at the end.

The sun shines through the window of your hotel room, reflecting onto Jisung’s face. He groans as he wakes up, turning over to lay on his back, pulling the sheets over his head. He lays there for an additional fifteen seconds before he tosses the covers off of him, rolling over to swing his legs off the edge of the bed. He stretches his arms above him, white t-shirt rising to show his stomach before it drops back down with a slump of his shoulders. 

Jisung rubs the sleep from his eyes and looks around the room, glaring at the open curtains that neither he nor you remembered to shut last night. He looks to the other side of the bed and his eyes go wide, surprised that you weren’t there. Judging by the pristine creaseless pillow, you hadn’t even come to bed. Jisung gets out of bed and slips on the hotel’s guest slippers, searching the small room for any sign that you had left. When he notices your shoes and bag by the door, his brows knit in worry.

“Y/N?” He calls out. He walks to the night stand by his side of the bed and almost grabs his phone to call you to check where you are, but then he realizes he doesn’t even have your number – not even your Instagram. Jisung heaves a sigh of frustration and sits back down on the bed, rubbing his palms into his eyes. 

Where does he start? He doesn’t know your last name, he could look through every single Y/N on Instagram, but who knows how many profiles would show up. Then, he has an idea: He can call that tattoo artist, and get your information. He stands up from the bed again and heads straight for the bathroom. 

When he opens the closet door, he sees you curled up in a ball, eyes red, cheeks puffy, your mouth slightly open, fast asleep. There’s a frown on his face as he approaches you, squatting down to gently touch your shoulder. You stir awake, scrunching your face in the process. You make a little sound, almost like a whimper. Jisung’s frown deepens when you don’t open your eyes. He reaches out a hand to brush the hair away from your face. “Hey, wake up.”

Your eyes finally open and you’re met with Jisung’s concerned face. You slowly sit up onto your elbows, looking around to ground yourself, a little disoriented from sleep. “Jisung?”

Jisung nods. “Did you sleep here?”

You rake a hand through your hair, “Yeah, I guess I did.” You grab your phone off the ground, unlocking it to check the time. “Sorry.” You start to push yourself off the floor. 

Jisung stands up and extends his hands to you. You take it and he helps you up as you plant your feet on the ground. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry. You could have had the bed.”

You offer a sad excuse for a chuckle, your voice hoarse and lower than usual, worn out. “No, it wasn’t that. I just…”

Jisung looks at you with so much concern. His brows slightly forward, lips in a small straight line, his eyes looking at you as if he’s hanging on to every word you say. When you don’t answer, he shakes his head and that worried expression disappears. Instead, he smiles and ruffles the top of your head, heading over to the bathroom. “You don’t have to tell me. I was just worried you’d left, that’s all.” 

You sit on the floor of the hotel room, looking out at the floor-to-ceiling windows. Your shared room has a beautiful view of the beach that you can properly admire now that it is daytime. You watch the waves ebb and flow, crashing gently onto the shore as you meditate and think about the previous night. 

‘She’d be proud of you, too.’ Those words echo in your mind. A rush of emotions hits you, manifested in a chill down your spine, a slight prickly feeling traveling all the way to the tips of your fingers. You exhale deeply and count to eight before taking in another breath. You smooth your hands over your hair, closing your eyes while you tie your hair up in a low bun, relying completely on muscle memory rather than using a mirror. You wrap your hair in a large scrunchie before opening your eyes to be met with the same picturesque view of the ocean. Your hands fall into your lap. Your shoulders slump. Your lips form a crooked line as you fight the urge to cry again. 

Jisung comes out of the bathroom at exact that moment and you scramble to pull a smile together. You clear your throat, surprised at how your voice doesn’t crack even after being on the verge of tears. “So, coffee shop?” 

You turn and see him dressed in a pair of faded light blue denim jeans, a white shirt, and a black and white patterned mock neck zip up. He nods at you, adjusting his watch on his wrist. “Of course.” He smiles and looks around the room quickly before deciding to sit next to you. 

You tilt your head at him, bewildered at why he would do such a thing.  He shrugs his shoulders, “You looked like you needed company.” His eyes go to your hands, fighting the urge to reach out to hold them. “You going to be okay today?” Jisung doesn’t even know what made you cry yourself to sleep, but he doesn’t pry. He knows that if you really wanted to talk about it, you would. Of course he wants to ask, but he doesn’t. 

“Yeah. I’ll be okay.” Without thinking, you answer him and nod your head at him for emphasis. 

He gives you a smile and stands up on his feet, offering both his hands. You take a gentle hold of them with your own and he helps you onto your feet effortlessly. 

Jisung grabs his keys on the small table by the door, slipping his feet into his shoes. “Okay, let’s take it one step at a time today then, yeah?”

You follow him to the front door, picking up your bag on the way over. “One step at a time,” You mindlessly repeat his words. “First step, coffee.” 

Both you and Jisung had decided to walk to the coffee shop that you had spotted the night before on the drive to the parking lot. The weather in Busan is a lot cooler compared to the city, mainly thanks to the ocean breeze.  You sit at a table by the window as Jisung waits in line to order your drinks. You scroll through your phone, catching up on all the Instagram posts you missed since you landed in Korea. You didn’t intend on going on a social media break, but that’s what it was. You like a couple of posts, one from Robin who posted a selfie of herself where she was in her work bathroom; she’s facetimed you multiple times from that exact bathroom during her lunch breaks to vent to you about who-knows-what; your careers were different, but you don’t need to know everything about her job to know she just needed an ear to listen. 

You switch apps to your photo album, looking at the pictures you took since you landed in Korea. The last thing you posted was a cliche picture of the view from your airplane window. You debate on a couple of pictures to post: the picture of the sunflower bouquet you gave to Jisung, the new tattoo you got your second day in Korea, the picture of you in your outfit that you wore to the wedding you crashed. You decide on the picture you took at Loud Mouth of Jisung, his co-workers, and the girls at the bar taking a shot together. 

Reminiscing on that night brings a smile to your face. You recall how it felt to go out at night drinking with new friends, how you threw every ounce of your timidness out the window to sing in front of a bunch of strangers. You want more nights like that. You post it onto your instagram feed and caption it, “Geonbae!” You think if you post that picture, Robin wouldn’t think too much about how you felt after the phone call with your dad. 

Jisung comes back to your table with both of your drinks in hand. He sets the latte in front of you, peering at your phone screen in the process. “Oh, you’re on Instagram?”

You take a peek at him before putting your phone down on the table, grabbing your latte and blowing on it gently, careful not to mess up the cute foam art on the surface. “Of course I’m on Instagram.”  

Jisung laughs and chews on the plastic straw of his iced drink as he takes his seat next to you. “That was my lame attempt at trying to ask you for your Instagram handle.” 

You give him a tight lipped smile, trying not to show how shy and giddy that made you feel. Despite waking up upset, he was able to bring something else out of you, if only for fleeting moment. You take your phone in your free hand and swipe up, unlocking the phone with faceID. You open up Instagram and go to the search bar, “Okay, what’s yours?” 

Jisung searches the pocket of his sweater for his phone. “J-I-period-O-N-E.”

You type in his handle and find his profile. You take a look at it before deciding to hit follow. There weren’t many posts, but there were a couple of pictures of him posted a couple of years ago with his blonde hair. “I think you should bring blonde Jisung back.”

Jisung groans and covers his face with the palm of his hand. “It was a phase. My friends and I did it ourselves.” 

You raise a brow at him, curious. “Blonde Lee Know? That I have to see.” 

Jisung snorts, “Good luck. All he posts are really bad pictures of food and pictures of his cats that look like they were taken on the first camera phone.” He places his drink down on the table and starts scrolling through his own instagram feed, mindlessly liking posts. 

Finally, you hit the follow button and it doesn’t take long for Jisung to click the notification to follow you back. He likes the photo you posted just moments ago and even comments with the thumbs up emoji. 

You look up again at him to find him already giving you that gummy smile of his and you can’t help but to smile back. 

He reaches for his iced americano, but he fumbles it and it spills onto the table. He quickly places it up right again, “Shit, sorry.” He leaves his phone on the table to grab napkins at the cafe’s register counter. 

Jisung’s phone starts chiming and you can see the little banner at the top. 

He comes back and starts placing the napkins on the table, letting the spilled liquid soak into the napkins before gathering them and placing them aside. His phone goes off again. He takes a glance while he wipes down the table. “Oh, it’s the guys. Can you tell me what it says?” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah, I told them I’d be by my phone in case something goes wrong with the bar. We just switched suppliers for a couple of things and I’m usually the one that deals with the shipment and where things go.” 

You grab his phone and swipe up to see the different text banners. 

Loudmouths Binnie Where the hell is the stock list???? Loudmouths Lee Know (soulmate) Where it always is. Loudmouths Binnie Well if I knew where it was, I wouldn’t be asking. Lee Know (soulmate) She’s obviously going through a hard time. You were there once, you know what to do. You smile a little at the thought that maybe Jisung had texted Lee Know about how he found you asleep in the closet this morning.

“Everything okay?” Jisung’s voice reminds you that you were only supposed to check the work group chat.

“Um. Changbin wants to know where the stock list is at.”

“Where it always is.” Jisung leaves momentarily to throw away the napkins and comes back only to find that he has a small brown spot on his sweater from his coffee. He takes one of the spare napkins from the stack he brought over and dabs at the spill, hoping it doesn’t stain the sweater permanently. 

“That’s what Minho said.” Once Jisung is satisfied that the stain seemingly disappeared, you hand him his phone so he can text him back. He smiles as a thank you and types a response, reading it aloud as he does so. “In your office. Behind the door.” 

You smile weakly, “Seems like they really need you back there.” 

Jisung looks at you for a second before going back to his phone screen and hitting send. He places his phone back on the table and gives you his full attention. “No, not at all. They’ll be fine. Changbin’s mostly in charge of numbers. Minho is all about the menu and wine pairings for the restaurant mostly.”

“And you?”

Jisung bites on his lower lip in contemplation. “Hm. I like to think that I’m in charge of the awesome music and events.” 

“Don’t forget, you bring in your regulars.” He shrugs his soldiers casually. “We all have our regulars. If you lived here, would you grant me the honor of being my regular, too?” The corners of his lips tug into a smirk. 

The smile on your lips widens a little and you tear your gaze away from him, leaning your elbow on the table and putting your chin in your hand to hide the growing smile. 

He laughs and takes that as an answer. “So, do you have any idea of what you’d like to do today?” 

“Oh,” You look back at him, your hand moving from your hand from your chin to the back of your neck, feeling timid. Your reminded of the emotions you woke up with and you silently thank Jisung for unknowlingly pulling you out of it.  “Yeah. I think – I think want to Send a Message in a Bottle.” 

Jisung and you walk the streets close to the beach until you stumble upon a glass trinket souvenir shop. It’s quite cute. The whole shop has a very beachy vibe. The decor centered around sun-bleached wooden furniture, white worn down shutters positioned on the walls to make it look like closed windows, and a couple of signs around the small store that say, “this way to the beach”. 

You peruse the shop with Jisung leading the way. His fingers run along the tubes of a wind chime, a couple of different tones sounding from the movement. He looks back at you from over his shoulder, smiling warmly. You give him a smile back. 

You pause momentarily to look at one specific art piece on the wall. It’s a large picture made up of shells cracked and dyed different colors to make up a mosaic of a woman and a child at the beach. Underneath the large art piece, scribbled across a small white index card it reads, “Summer ‘96.” 

You continue around the shop, wondering about the story of the mosaic. Who was the artist? Were they related to the two subjects or did they just happen to capture a beautiful moment between mother and daughter. Maybe it was a mosaic based off of a picture taken back in ‘96, maybe the artist was the child in the picture, maybe the mother.

“Oh, what about these?” Jisung turns to you with a small bottle in his hands. Inside of the bottle is sand, presumably Busan Sand that is sealed with a cork at the mouth of the bottle. Very touristy. “We can just empty out the sand and use the bottle.” 

You check the price tag and do a quick conversion. “That looks perfect.” 

Jisung smiles and takes two from the shelf. You follow him to the counter where a middle man was stationed. 

“I saw you looking at my daughter’s artwork.”

“Hm?” You look over to where the man gestured. “Oh, yes. I was. Your daughter made that?” 

The man nods and rings you up for two souvenir trinkets. “That she did. That’s her and her mother on the beach.” 

Jisung hands the man the appropriate amount of cash. “You’re selling it?”

“No. I just hang it up there to keep me company during shop hours.” The smile he gives both you and Jisung is heart-warming; extremely pure and genuine. “My daughter takes care of my wife while I’m at the shop.”

“Oh,” Jisung frowns a little, taking the bag that contained your purchase from the shop owner. “I hope your wife is doing well.” 

“She’s doing fine. Her memory just isn’t what it used to be, but my daughter and I do our best and we manage.” He sighs with a shrug of his shoulders. “You kids be safe out there.” 

You give him a nod, “Thank you, sir.” Your hand slips down to grab Jisung’s, leading him out of the shop and across the street to a dock you had spotted. You look back at him for a brief second to catch his confused and worried eyes. You simply squeeze his hand tighter, trying to convey to him that you just needed to get out of there. 

He doesn’t quite understand, but nonetheless he squeezes your hand back and quickens his pace as he follows at your heel. 

There aren’t too many people around. There’s a couple holding each other at the other end of the dock and a family taking a stroll along the shore. The area was more secluded, a bit farther down than the more touristy area. 

You sit at the end of the dock, hanging your feet over the edge. With your hand still in Jisung’s, you gently tug him down to sit next to you. Quietly, he joins you and hands you your glass bottle of sand. Finally, you let go of his hand to look through your bag, taking out two pens and handing him one. “I took these from the cafe,” You hand him one of the two napkins you had swiped from the cafe’s register counter. 

You bend forward and place the napkin on your lap, scrawling across it messily. There were a lot of things to say and you’re unsure if you’ll ever really be able to fully transcribe your thoughts accurately, but you try your best. When you’re done, you take the souvenir bottle and uncork it, spilling the sand into the ocean beneath you. You slip your message into the glass bottle and close it securely with the cork top. 

Beside you, Jisung writes his own message.  It’s a letter meant for a friend. He asks him how he’s doing, if he was okay. He tells this friend about the things he’s missed. How Seungmin opened up the cafe shop. How Changbin and Lee Know keep him on his toes around Loud Mouth. He talks about his music, how he’s almost ready to show the world his full length album. How hard it was to get through writing the songs. Eventually, he rolls up the napkin, spills his sand in the ocean, and places his letter into the bottle, corking it shut. 

You toss your bottle into the ocean and Jisung does the same. The bottles bob up and down in the water at first, then it follows the waves' ebb and flow, being pulled towards the shore, then out towards to sea. It’s slow, but they travel towards the horizon. 

“Did you write about what you needed to?”

“I did. I sent someone a letter and I hope he reads it, wherever he is.”

You’re curious, but you know it’s not your place to ask. “Lee Know made it seem like you were going through a rough time.”

“I was… I am. I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Soon, but.. Not yet.” Jisung looks off at the bottles, eyes glazed over, lost in deep thought. 

You stay quiet and accept his answer. Soon.

“I fell asleep crying in the closet last night.” Your voice is quiet. It’s just barely noticeable over the sounds of the gentle waves. 

Jisung adjusts his body to face you, giving you all of his attention. He knows you’re about to tell him something important; something vulnerable. 

Your eyes focus on your feet, legs dangling back and forth over the edge of the dock. “I called my friend Robin over FaceTime.  She said I looked happy,” You smile a little to yourself, imagining yourself from someone else’s eyes: happy. “I haven’t been happy in a while. Not necessarily sad. Well, at one point I was sad. Really sad.” You shrug your shoulders, trying to downplay your emotions. 

Jisung places a hand over yours. It’s gentle, it’s warm. It’s comforting. 

“My mom passed away three years ago.” The lids of your eyes droop; you haven’t talked about this. To anyone, actually. Everyone around you in close proximity knew, you didn’t have to explain, they could only assume. “It was hard, watching someone you love that was so strong, someone that was your superhero, become so weak, so fragile.” You stopped swinging your legs, feeling that numb prickly feeling enveloping you again. “But she was still strong, just in other ways. For a long time, she never complained, never cried, never made it seem like there was anything wrong.” You give a sad twisted smile, “I couldn’t even look at her at one point. I was so mad, why wouldn’t she just let us know she was hurting? We could all see it.”  

“Eventually, she grew tired. Tired of smiling, tired of acting like nothing had changed. She was exhausted. At one point, all I did was sit next to her and watch her breathing, scared that every breath could be her last.” You gently rest your head on Jisung’s shoulder, looking for any form of physical comfort. He sits still for you, letting you use him as something to lean on. He hasn’t said a word back to you, he’s simply listening to everything you need to say out loud. “She passed shortly after.” 

You move your head slightly to look up at him. He looks down at you and he takes his hand off yours to wrap it around your shoulder. 

“She left us in the summer. I was… a wreck. I was sad. So fucking sad. Summer passed. Fall passed. I don’t know how many seasons passed, but I was still sad. I didn’t want to do anything; I didn’t want to speak to anyone. I just wanted to stop. Me. Not my dad, not my friends, not work, not the world. I wanted to stop.” Jisung looks at you with a pained expression. His lower lip quivers and he had to purse his lips to stop it. He lets out a shaky breath and his arm around you brings you closer to him, his other hand finds yours on your lap and he squeezes it, hoping that you can feel him there in your current state. 

“I got close, but my dad…” You close your eyes and shake your head. “Eventually, that sadness became apathy. I wasn’t happy, I’m not sure I was sad. I might have been, but I just kept going through everyday motions. I went to work. I ate. I slept. Over and over again. Then it got to the point where I needed that routine to function.” 

“Last night, I also called my dad. He worries about me, you see.” This is where your voice cracks a little. “I told him that I think I’m going to be okay and he said—" You choke back a sob, shutting your eyes and gripping the edge of the wooden plane of the dock to ground yourself, afraid that you could lose yourself. “—he said she’d be proud of me.” You fully fall into Jisung now, bringing your hands into your chest as he cradles your body close to him. 

“She is proud.” 

The tears flow freely with his words. He has no idea who your mother is, he has no reason to believe she would be proud and you almost want to laugh at how he could be so sure, but then you remember your mother’s smile. How she would look at you every time you walked through the front door, happy you were home. She’d greet you with a “You’re here. Good. I’m glad.” Every. Single. Time. It didn’t matter if you went out just to take out the trash, it didn't matter if you hadn’t been home in a month because work was so busy that you’d be pulling overtime and you barely had the energy to make it back to your own apartment. She said it  the last time you saw her and even with how fragile she looked at how frail her voice sounded, she was glad. You think that if she saw you now, knowing what you went through, she’d say the same thing. “You’re still here. I’m glad.” 

The emotions crash onto you like a tsunami. Like waves that rippled from the small earthquake that was the call back home. Perhaps it was even before that. You had thought you had grieved your mother’s passing, that you cried as much as you could, but you’re realizing now that all of this grieving and the emotions comes in waves. You grip onto Jisung’s shirt, tugging and stretching the collar, uncaring to how hysterical you may look. 

“I know that we just met, but,” Jisung’s voice snaps you back. You can feel his voice vibrating in his chest, low and only for you to hear. “I’m glad that you choose to wake up everyday.” 

Those words linger in the air. You focus on them and what they mean to you. You’re not sure how Han Jisung does it. How he knows exactly what to say to you. How you know that statement is precisely what your mom would mean if she were to you right now. Slowly, your breathing calms down, the tears don’t flow as much as they did. You stay like that for a while until your sobs calm down and you can finally take a full breath. Jisung’s shirt is wet with tears, but he doesn’t care. 

You stay at the dock with Jisung’s arms around you, rubbing comforting circles into your back. By the time the sun starts it descent in the sky, you shift your weight off of him and wipe your face with the palms of your hands. You exhale deeply and blink hard, as if to reset yourself. You place your hands on your lap and look at him. “Let’s get out of here.” 

Jisung stands slowly, helping you up. He lets you lead the way, to wherever you want, at whatever pace you set.  He observes you quietly. He contemplates his words briefly, unsure of how to bring what he’s known for awhile now up. “The Bucket List, it’s not yours is it? You’ve never once called it yours.”

You unwrap your arms from around yourself and find that your hand automatically reaches to  find his. You interlace your fingers with his slender ones.  It’s so natural that it surprises you. You look back at the ocean before leading him off the dock and back onto the concrete ground. You can barely see the pair of bottles carrying your messages. 

“It was my mom’s. I found it one day after she passed. I would read it again and again to try and be close to her, but the more I read it the farther away I would feel. I decided to get on a plane to Korea, do something different that my normal routine, I wanted to feel closer to her. I wanted to do her bucket list.” 

“Will you be okay?”

You glance up at him. He’s staring out into the horizon, his hair swept to the side from the wind. 

You sit with his question for a while longer. If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t know. You don’t know what tomorrow brings. You don’t know how you’ll feel in a week, in a day, in the morning. But here, with him, simply walking along the shore together…

“I will be. “

Jisung tugs on your hand, bringing you closer to him. He places a kiss on the top of your head, breathing you in.

“Good.”

ending author's notes:Because I was sitting on this chapter for awhile, I kind of forgot that I had revealed the whole Bucket List ownership and when I re-read it I almost gasped; as if I didn't write it and had it all planned out from the beginning. Because I did have all this planned from the beginning, the terminal illness of m/c's mom really hit close to home with recent events. Hug your loved ones a little tighter for me, will ya'? 🤎 If you enjoyed this chapter or if you're enjoying the series, please remember to reblog. it's not necessary, but it truly helps me out! taglist

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[valentine-cafe]

ohhh if this is ok, could i pls request the two corrupt gods forcing reader to cuddle w them? maybe reader between them? just mmm possessive forced proximity

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“I don’t wish to be near either of you right now.”

Your words shocked even yourself as you stood your ground against two beings who rose long before your lineage. Beings of mass destruction who you have since come to know as your tender lovers. Gentle, passionate, affectionate — well, as long as you stayed put within the cottage, that is.

At first it was little coaxes. Changing of topic whenever you’d try to bring it up and what you can only now assume to be gaslighting. Yet as you grew more firm in your wants to roam the outside world and return to your hometown, their tender eyes and convincing smiles grew dimmer. Darker. Arguments spouted, tiffs were made.

And here you stand now, fists clenched at your side and eyes staring down the two calamities who tower over you with ease. Not a word is mentioned. All you feel is their stare, empty and blank in a way that made your heart flutter. Not in the good way. A part of you almost wishes to swallow those words back in. To apologise and swear you were only joking — yet your pride stands strong. 

With your mind made-up, you take a step in the opposite direction; trying to hold your head high and steady your breathing as you venture to find your way to the study. 

Not a movement. 

Had they heard you?

Perhaps you have been let off the hook. Perhaps you have gotten through to them. 

Yet those thoughts of relief all shatter within the span of seconds when a rough hand snatches your wrist and a harsh shove leaves you reeling into the sofa. The same dark-nailed hand now placed over your waist as emerald eyes peer down at you, challenging you to defy. 

“The hell you are.”

Copper glitter covered hands grab onto your wrists, not even allowing you the chance of trying to fight back or push either of them away — as if you would stand much of a chance even if you did have the strength. You know it’d end up with the other grabbing onto you and suddenly you would be back on the sofa.

“That is sweet.” Talisen hisses, yet that calm and ever so loving smile stays upon his face. Copper-maroon eyes instead being the mirror that reveals the irritation that rips through his entire being from the inside. “But you know that you are not leaving. Even if you tried, and you can kick and scream all you wish baobei. You can bite and claw at us as much as your heart begs you to, but you are not leaving.”

A huff leaves the other, his hands still squeezing tightly onto your waist as he pushes you further into the couch. None of your whines or sobbed out begs have an effect on them as they usually do. As a matter of fact, they only seem to enhance the tension and irritation from the both of them.

Why are you so insistent on leaving?

Have they not given you everything? Are they not giving you everything? 

Alessio leans his face down to your ear as he slings his left leg over your body, slowly straddling you to trap you beneath him. His voice whispering so sweetly into your ear while his grip tightens the moment he feels you attempt to squirm.

“Amor, why’re you doing this to us? Are we not doing good enough? Are we not giving you enough, eh? We just want you to be happy and you’ll only be happy here, you know tha — stop squirming for fucks sake or I’m gonna cast a petrifying spell on you.” He hisses and gives you a small shake before wrapping himself around you and holding you close, ignoring the frantic cries and wriggling.

A pair of lips find yours to hush the sharp whines escaping your throat, forcing you to calm down as another pair of arms wrap around you. This renders you trapped in-between both of your lovers. Breaths steadying but mind fighting to throw itself out of the false security it is being tricked into believing.

“Shhhhh. . . Amor, thoughts that loud aren’t going to get you far.”

“Let go —”

“No,” long arms wrap around your waist and the copper freckles along it glimmer in the dim room. Talisen lowers his head to rest upon your lap, his dark hair brushing up against your skin as he gives your thighs a small nuzzle. “If you keep fighting back — if you keep denying our love for you. . .”

The shaky exhale from him was a far cry from his usual serene behaviour. A break in façade, you could only assume. One that promised an unknown threat that left your heart pounding faster against your chest. 

Or else what?

Those tender lips of his press against your thigh when he turns his face to nuzzle into them further and he gives a little nip of warning as his large hands squeeze around your supple flesh. “Is it too much to ask for your undying love and affection? Do we not provide you with all that you ever need?” 

A small scoff leaves him and those copper-maroon eyes grow cold in a glare towards the tears threatening to trickle down your face. “Your theatrics will not work here. We are only keeping you safe. . .” Another squeeze to your thighs, this time his long, sharp nails graze along your skin. 

“You wish to be safe, do you not?”

The sharp undertone leaves your breath hitching and you involuntarily gulp. This brings a chuckle from the other calamity who has his strong arms looped around your middle and his head set against your shoulder. Despite the rough treatment, he still ensures that his large, dark horns do not accidently cause you injury.

“You know. . .” Alessio’s cold lips press against the flesh where your neck meets your shoulder — easing a few kisses along your skin before a wet feeling meets the base of your throat. His elongated pink muscle trails up the line of your neck, meeting the swell of your adam’s apple before he presses a more tender kiss beneath your jaw. 

“That fear of yours,” you feel a squeeze around your torso and bite down into your lip as his lulling whispers fill your ears. “Is simply delicious. . .”

It sends waves of warmth through you. Not in the kind of way you’d want it to, however. It annoys you, so very deeply — triggering an itch deep inside of you that simply cannot be reached. It annoys you, that they can eat away at your fears, anger and touch you so lovingly.

Sometimes you’ve convinced yourself that they do it intentionally. Get you to these kinds of points where you simply snap. Just so that they can watch as you spiral from anger into this deep settled fear of them doing something to you that could scar you, not physically necessarily. It could always involve your soul. . .

Alessio’s hand finds its way to your heart, while the other lowers down to grip your hip tightly, squeezing it. His nails digging into the soft skin. “Why you think I would ever do something to your soul truly wounds me amor,” he hums quietly, still smiling as his lips trail up to yours. However they fall into a scowl as you move your head away.

He wasn’t having that and with the hand on your heart flicking up to grab you by your jaw, he snaps your head back to look at him, pressing his lips against yours with frenzied passion. A small sob escapes you once again as you feel the long copper nails of the other calamity tear through the skin of your thighs, leaving small droplets of blood to trickle down them.

Oh and how shivers find their way down your spine as Talisen’s freezing cold tongue begins licking away the blood and when he has finished licking away the scratches, he puts his head onto your lower abdomen and sighs quietly. Losing himself in your eyes, as Alessio continues to kiss you breathless.

A tune lulls you into slumber. One where when you wake up from it, you will remember none of these events — memories trapped away somewhere in your mind, so that you can stay here with them and continue being their happy little lover.

“You know we’re doing this because we love you amor.”

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[kaicheri]

mirror, mirror.

sub!beomgyu x softdom afab!reader

warnings: trainee au, implied masturbation (m), oral (f), exhib./voy. themes, degradation, praise, handjob (w/ mirror)

wc: 3.8k

a/n: repost 1! 

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8:27 AM

There he is.

Beomgyu said he’d be in the dance practice room to get some extra practice early in the morning, so you decided to head over and join him. You could use the extra practice yourself before the other trainees show up later on.

You know that he’s a punctual boy who’s working hard to debut, so seeing his blurry figure through the door’s little window tugs at the corners of your lips. 

You couldn’t be more proud.

But you did expect to see him, you know, dancing. Right now, he’s just sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart, facing the mirror? Is he resting, perhaps? And with his stupid black hoodie hanging on the other side of the door and covering the glass, you can’t really make out much of the view inside.

For real, what is he doing? 

When you squint and use what’s best given to you from this dumb angle, you can at least peep a black mini tripod set up with his phone attached, seemingly sitting between his legs.

Ohh, maybe he’s monitoring his dance progress. The fans he’s accumulated through trainee vlogs and reality shows would be so proud of how much he’s grown.

But enough of your little mind tangent. You’re curious and excited of what he’s gotten down so far.

“Beomgyu!” 

At your unexpected—and unwanted—surprise entry, Beomgyu’s shoulders shoot up as if he’s been struck by lightning. And within microseconds, he’s curled up in this awkward ass siting position where his legs are retracted into his chest. Even weirder when you notice one of his arms hastily slip in between them at the last second. 

“Don’t get any closer!” he yells hoarsely, throwing a hand up to stop you as he hides his flushed self. You immediately freeze in place at the sudden outburst. 

The timid boy doesn’t even turn around to throw you a simple glance, or greet you brightly like he always does when you two see each other. Maybe you came in a bit too hard. 

“Woah, woah, you—y’good?” You slowly approach him with your hands and eyebrows up, signaling that it’s going to be okay, and Beomgyu clears his throat, probably realizing that he’ll give himself away if he doesn’t choose the right cards. Damn, he was so close too. 

With a quick gulp, he keeps his eyes down as he throws a tight smile over his shoulder in your direction. 

“Y-yeah...I-I’m fine…” he mumbles, obviously lying straight through his pearly whites. For a moment that feels like eternity, you want to figure out what’s wrong, but some dumb, invisible-like force is preventing you from…whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing. This whole thing is just weird—he is weird, and not the good kind of weird, which he normally is.

You can’t blame him for being so on his toes, though, not when debut’s just around the corner.

So, you brush it off and resume your walk towards his area with an anticipant gleam in your eyes and a small smile, which you may or may not be forcing yourself. “Sooo...what’re you up to?”

“I’m, uh, f-filming!” Beomgyu huffs out exaggeratedly, as if to overcompensate for his missing extroversion. “Y-yeah, filming something for the fans…” 

Just when you think he can’t be more tense, his voice goes a bit higher in pitch every step you take towards him. 

And why are his eyes darting around like a sinner? God, what is he so nervous for? 

But then again, he does have the camera all set up and it seems to be on, so that could be why. He’s probably filming a short talking clip to post and is nervous to do it.

Except when you get close enough, he just looks all defensive and weird, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches you intently from under his locks.

He looks a bit freaky, like he’s about to pounce on you or something, or vice versa—but just then, your eyes meet his in the mirror, before trailing down just enough for you realize what he was in the middle of.

You had just interrupted his little session.

Keeping your face as natural as possible, as if you don’t have an ounce of suspicion, you figure it might be time to claim your Oscar—y’know, in case this idol thing doesn’t work out.

“Shit!” Maybe your gasp was more dramatic than you’d intended, but it does the trick. “I totally forgot—did they call my number?” You pull out a piece of crumpled paper from your pocket, so conveniently set up for this very moment. “Hurry and finish, I’ll be in the cafeteria!”

And with that daring performance, you quickly turn on your feet and dash out of the dance practice room, holding in your fist a piece of paper with nothing scribbled on it, and a mental image of Beomgyu’s pitiful cock in his.

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8:43 AM - Cafeteria

How long does it take for that boy to finish? Well, clearly long enough to flood your brain with questions that may never be answered—crazy enough to trigger voices as well, debating on whether it was worth training this hard for this long, just to catch a fellow trainee touching himself.

And in a setting so risky, so public—for anyone to walk in—has he gone mad? Debut’s doing a lot more than just fuck with his mind, that’s for sure.

You nearly choke on some boba when your eyes land on a certain someone’s ridiculously tall figure. Fucking finally. 

Closing it behind him cautiously, Beomgyu walks down the corridor in your direction, pretending to be scrolling on his phone. And all of a sudden, every question you were sure to have forgotten, comes punching right in. Can you even still look at him in the eyes? How could you see him the same after this? Did he even wash his fucking hands before he touched that handle-

Beomgyu timidly nods at you to acknowledge your simple existence and takes a seat on the opposite side of your small table, eyes immediately darting to the bubble tea in your hands before pointing at it. 

“Yah, give me a sip.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, already extending his hand out to reach for it.

Scoffing, you tuck the drink towards your chest and away from his dirty hand. Can you believe the gall of this boy? The nerve?

Your eyes travel from his hand to his confused face, nose twitching up in disgust.

“Gyu, I can’t believe you…” You lean towards him enough to whisper, “You sly ass fox...” 

But then again, his amazing ability to act innocent when he’s not has always been a mystery to you. You’ve seen his pranks on the others. 

“What? I forgot to bring my wallet, okay?” He tries to explain, shamelessly reaching for the bubble tea in your grasp yet again. “But if you give me some now, I promise I’ll buy you whatever you want next time. Deal?”

He...he’s really trying to negotiate with you right now? Like nothing had just happened? Like you totally weren’t gonna walk in on him with his cock in hand, cum about to spurt everywhere?

“Since when do you have a wallet-“ You roll your eyes with a sigh, “Anyway, that’s not what I’m talking about.” 

You give the cafeteria a quick scan to make sure no one’s in hearing proximity. 

“I know…” you pause for a second, preparing for the wave of awkwardness to wash over the both of you, “…look, I know you were…touching yourself.”

How did you get here again?

“But don’t be alarmed-“ you start, but his eyes widen immediately and he almost chokes on spit.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Don’t lie to me, Gyu- I can literally see the white stains on your fucking pants!” You whisper-yell, sharply pointing to the pitiful markings of his dried up dick milk for proof. Is he oblivious, or just stupid?

At the point, his eyes are practically bulging out of his brain and that speaks for itself.

“You’re not fooling me,” you lean back with crossed arms.

Given that he could freeze time and think about it, he could’ve played those stains out to be anything. But anxiety’s already pouring into his brain about his future, and what would become of it if you went around telling everybody.

Beomgyu quickly blocks his crotch area from your view with his hands and mutters a curse under his breath. He’s so childish, it’s amusing. Being this dramatic won’t get him anywhere.

“Explain yourself, hm? Explain why I almost walked in on you and your alone time—in the practice room, no less.”

All of a sudden, the boy slips off his seat and presents himself on his knees, hanging his head in shame and clamping his hands together. You’d tell him to quit it, but this is getting…pretty interesting. It’s kind of a shame more people aren’t here to witness him like this, though. He’s a total wreck. 

“Y/n, please don’t tell anyone,” he desperately begs, boring into your eyes with his big brown ones until you can see the glossiness thicken. “Please, please don’t…”

Poor guy sounds like he’s about to cry at any second, and your pussy weirdly pulses at the sight.

“Relax, it’s perfectly normal. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

You pause to sigh in annoyance, “But did you have to do it there? In our practice room? Come on, isn’t that too much?”

Beomgyu darts his tongue out to wet his dry lips,“I- I know I shouldn’t have….but I just…I just couldn’t help it…you know, we haven’t had enough time between monthly evaluations and stuff…” he trails off, but you can’t help but notice the pretty pout that forms on his lips.

But you understand him. Horny and stressed? The worst duo.

Especially during these busy days, his roomies are in and out all the time, their schedules becoming more hectic and unpredictable—there’s no way he can find peace. And it’s not like he could spend too much time in the shower either. Too little time to spare, and too many things to do.

“No, yeah, I get it,” You nod, showing a bit of empathy for the poor boy. “Is this a normal thing for you?”

“No, it’s my first time- doing it in the practice room, I mean…” He mumbles and fidgets with his fingers.

“Yah, you- seriously…” you sigh, latching your lips back on the straw and he watches patiently, gulping. You could really use a nap right now, but not when he’s on his knees like this.

“You’re seriously lucky it was only me. What if it had been Kai? Or Soobin?” You gasp loudly as an even worse thought hits you, “Yeonjun…”

His hands cover both ears theatrically, shaking his head. “Don’t even-“

“Gyu, what were you thinking?”

“I…I just wanted to film myself…” he admits quietly with a bit of shame laced to it, and picks at his pretty fingers. “…s-see how it was like-”

“Film yourself? You mean like the ones on porn websites?” You have to laugh at him, so you let out a little snicker. How pathetic can he get? Surely, not more than this? “What are you, some kind of camgirl?”

Beomgyu looks dumb and miserable, pouting and pretty much begging for you to torture him. At this point, you could very well get him to do whatever you want. Besides, what do you get out of staying quiet?

“You know I’m not gonna keep my mouth shut.”

The instant shock on his face is priceless. He probably thought you were gonna let him off the hook or something. Now, isn’t that stupid?

“Please don’t tell anyone, Y/n- please, please, please…” he begs, clammy hands rubbing together so pitifully as he scoots closer on his knees. “I- I’ll buy you boba every day!”

His eyes are just so, so pretty. How could you take him even a pinch seriously when he’s pleading for your mercy? At this point, you might even develop some sort of God complex if you haven’t already.

Because never in a million years would you ever think to have Beomgyu wrapped around your finger, so desperate in front of your eyes. Your very own slave. The thought alone sounds too good to back out now.

“And why shouldn’t I?” You coo, pouting in the feign of innocence.

He reaches out to take your free hand in his (cum-colored ones), but you let him, already consumed by the power you have over the boy. He rubs over it gently, looking up at you with tears forming at the corners.

“Y/n, please…the others—they won’t let me breathe…it’ll be so embarrassing…”

He’s not wrong. But that’s why it’ll be fucking hilarious. The whole company would be throwing around “mirror fucker” or “camboy.”

And what, he gets off on people watching him, too? Tsk, this is all too easy.

You simply shrug, still not getting the reaction you want. “Hm, not sure if it’s my problem-”

“Don’t tease me right now, Y/n, please!” He whines, “I’ll do anything- anything you want!”

Right into your trap.

“Oh? Anything?”

————

This really was all too easy. With some time left over before the rest come in, you have a kneeling Beomgyu settled obediently between your legs in the same practice room, but this time, you’ve decided to play a bit smarter—actually locking the door and dimming the lights, fully covering the window with his same black hoodie.

You glance at the camera sitting in the corner once more to see if it’s running, just as he’d requested. You could grant him this one thing, right?

Honestly, it makes you laugh, but if this could get him off until the next year, why not?

Leaning back on the chair, you teasingly move your panties to the side and his hungry eyes follow. “Let’s hurry before the others show up…but you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Having them watch me fuck your sweet, sweet mouth, yeah?”

With a hefty gulp, his tears start cornering his eyes again, cheeks reddening with the shock of arousal shooting down to his cock. Your words are so vulgar and dirty, and it affects him so much. Who knew he’d get off on being used?

But Beomgyu is a good boy, and has manners, keeping his hands stationed on his thighs. He’d rather wait for your permission than act on his lusty impulses.

“Okay, baby. Stick your tongue out for me and make me cum.”

He scoots closer cutely, and it’s already killing you. The boy constantly chews on his lip and gives you one last look before he gently spreads your legs apart.

You could melt right now. He’s so fucking cute just resting his hands on your thighs, and the moment he lays his warm tongue on your slit, his pretty, teary eyes shoot up to gauge at your reaction, looking all innocent while he begins kitten licks here and there.

They become longer stripes as he drags the tip of his tongue gently up and down your neediness, but you’re starting to feel a bit impatient. “Gyu, we don’t have time to play games right n-“

Your own gasp cuts you off when he presses his lips against your dainty bud, sucking so lightly, so eagerly, you can’t help but grab a handful of his hair. “O-oh god…that’s it, just like that…”

Beomgyu gives your clit a break and goes back to dragging his tongue up and down your folds. It’s a simple motion, but this time he’s applying a bit more pressure with his tongue to show how needy he is for your sweet taste.

His lips are slobbered with all sorts—you’re starting to wonder if he’d just wanted this all along.

“Holy sh-shit…you’re s-so good at this,” you breathe out, and the praise makes him whimper, “Maybe you should be my very own personal slut, Gyu…I’d fuck your pretty mouth every day…”

Beomgyu can’t do much about his poor, leaking cock, just throbbing in the tight of his pants. To keep himself from touching it, he squeezes your thighs to hold back, and because it’s not his time yet. Pitiful, but his purpose now is to make you feel good.

Just as you’re getting lost in how pretty he looks between your legs, he angles his head in attempt to press his tongue in deeper, digging out the source of your sweet essence.

“I mean…if this what it feels like to have you eat me out…imagine what riding your face must be like…” Beomgyu’s eyes flutter at the idea and doesn’t even care about all the drool running down his chin.

“Stick out your tongue so I can fuck myself with it.” He obeys and sticks it out for you. It’s convenient, because he can watch your pretty face contort as you guide his head back and forth, letting his tongue dip into you as you please.

His teary eyes are so angelic and innocent in nature, you could pass out. Everything about him is so puppy-like, obedient and vulnerable—so easy to corrupt.

You feel the rapid tightening in your abdomen as you get closer to the edge, so you move his head a bit faster, gripping a little harder that he whimpers.

“Let me cum in your p-pretty little mouth, yeah?”

It’s when he whimpers one more time that you fall apart. At this point, your legs are locking his head in and you’re pushing his face into your cunt to keep him there. You might be suffocating him with your convulsing thighs, but like a good boy, he waits on his knees patiently and lets you fuck his face until you’ve calmed down from your ecstasy.

It’s a comforting sight, really, to see your good boy, with his teary eyes ever so pretty and hair all fluffy and disheveled the moment your legs loosen up around him. Even when he’s catching his breath, he looks adorable.

You reach out to run your hand through his hair and he takes it with love. “You’re such a boy for me.”

Beomgyu can’t help but yelp when you abruptly pull him up to slam his chest against the mirror. He’s so lightweight, you could throw him around like some pretty doll.

A cute cry slips out as soon as you ram your leg up against his ass to keep him against his own reflection.

With your arm snaking around his pretty, dainty waist, all tight and secure, you shoot him a warning grin just before you give him what he wants.

“Oh, is this where you came earlier?” You scoff at his pathetic attempt at cleaning up the stains on the mirror. “How fucking dirty of you.”

You hand slips down past his waistline without warning and his body jolts at the sudden intrusion, taking in his delicious sobs when you pull his pretty, throbbing cock out.

“Filming for the fans, huh? Maybe next time you go live, I’ll make you take out your dirty cock in front of everyone and make you touch yourself…so that everyone can see what a stupid little whore you really are, yeah?”

His eyes flutter back and lips part against the mirror as you spread his precum all over his bulbous tip, whimpering because he wants to hear more of your sin.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Stupidly, Beomgyu nods with breath hitting the mirror. He just wants you so bad, he’s starting to lose it.

“Or maybe I’ll suck you off in front of everyone, show them how pretty you look when you cum in my mouth…” your devilish coo causes him to buck forward, needing your fingers now more than ever. It feels like he’s in heaven—or hell, because of your teasing—with the way your hand slides up and down his cock with ease.

It’s no doubt that your touch is different from his own, clearly slower and more calculated, whereas his is sloppy and desperate. If he had known you were this good with his cock, he would’ve gotten caught earlier.

Already, his cock twitches over the insane amount of pleasure you’re giving him. Drool starts bubbling at his mouth and shamelessly seeps past his lips, dripping down his chin and smearing the mirror.

“Look at yourself, baby. Don’t you like watching yourself get fucked?” Beomgyu nods profusely, and pries his eyes open to take a look at himself, cheeks all pink and face all fucked out because of you.

He whines and bites down on his lip immediately when you pick up the pace, careful to keep his volume under control. It appears he’s become so stupid that he’s forgotten the walls are soundproof. And by the way he claws at the mirror and throbs between your fingers, you can tell he’s dangerously close.

“And you were filming yourself, pfft,” You scoff, “I’d be ashamed too. How disgusting.”

Your words hurt, but has his cock leaking regardless. It just feels so good, along with how his sensitive, puffy tip presses against the mirror as you rub him off.

“Please, p-please let me c-cum, Y/n…” he quietly cries against the mirror, voice bending at your pumps, “oh, please…”

“Mm, you’ve been such a good boy. Look at yourself when you cum for me,” you coo, going at a vigorous pace and he whimpers in obedience, prying open his big teary eyes.

But right when he’s about to lose it, he mindlessly locks eyes with you once more in the mirror, letting you witness the last of his innocence flow out of his eyes.

“F-fuck…please-” He whimpers and squishes his lips against the mirror, “I-I…m’cumming-“

You hold his trembling body close to yours, right around his waist as his hot, milky cum shoots out from its pocket, splattering onto the mirror in almost the same place.

“God, you look so cute like this…getting ruined all for some stupid video…” you pant against his shoulder as you squeeze him out completely.

With stained fingers of white, he watches you suck them off from under his heavy eyelids. A little taste of his saltiness shouldn’t hurt.

You help the poor boy slump down against a clean part of the mirror. He looks close to passing out, or needing sleep—anything that would help him recover from…all of this.

“You did so well, Gyu,” you coo sweetly, hoping something else might bloom out of this little episode.

But when you turn to walk over to the camera, you realize the usual orange light isn’t blinking anymore.

“Oh my god…” The screen’s gone completely black.

“It died.”

#choi beomgyu smut #txt smut #txt fanfic #txt imagines #beomgyu ff #txt scenarios #beomgyu fanfic #txt fics

[daisyswift3]

The Alcott Analysis

So now that The Alcott has officially been released I wanted to do an analysis of some of the lyrics and how I think they might relate to Taylor. Disclaimer: I know Aaron said Matt wrote the main parts of the song and Taylor only added the dialogue parts so many of these connections might be a coincidence, but I also think it’s possible Taylor could have had more input on the song than they’re letting on since there are so many themes and motifs that perfectly relate back to Taylor’s music. This is just meant to be a fun clown theory

Like many others pointed out, the whole first verse is very “Help I’m still at the restaurant, still sitting in a corner I haunt, cross legged in the dim light, they say ‘what a sad sight’” and seems like the opposite pov of RWYLM

“It’s the last thing you/I wanted, it’s the first thing I/you do, I tell you that I think I’m falling back in love w/ you” // “I love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard” // “Uh oh I’m falling in love, oh no I’m falling in love again”

“I had to do something to break into your golden thinking” // “Lost in the labyrinth of my mind…you would break your back to make me break a smile”— this is directly related to the following ⬇️

“And there you are sitting as usual w/ your golden notebook, writing something about someone who used to be me…I sit there silently waiting for you to look up” // “Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen, time moved on for everybody else, she won’t know it, she’s still 23 inside her fantasy, how it was supposed to be…and you’re sitting in front of me” -> Taylor is stuck in her own head reminiscing and writing about the past (the golden age) and this person sitting in front of her is trying to break her out of this nostalgic escapist mindset. I think this may be a direct reference to the film Midnight in Paris which is all about nostalgia and escapism--much like the song Paris on the Midnights 3am edition--and specifically to golden age thinking, a phrase used in that film. Here are some tidbits that I think are worth noting

@chickawah23​ made a really great post about the possible Midnight in Paris connections. Here’s a screenshot from that post that does a good job summarizing the important parallels

There definitely seems to be a connection between Midnights, the stories of 13 sleepless nights, and the folklore chapters that were released in Aug 2020, specifically the sleepless nights and escapism chapters. I think it’s interesting that exile is the last track of the first chapter and first track of the second chapter--almost like the second chapter is a direct continuation of the first which again links Midnights to this escapism theme. And there’s been a lot of exile references lately (exile ends, doors, 8/3, etc)

Even though the back and forth dialogue between Taylor and Matt at first sounds argumentative, I think it could also be read in a positive way. This person is going to ruin and wreck Taylor’s plans and Taylor is going to gladly let them. She welcomes the curse on their house. “I’m begging for you to take my hand wreck my plans that’s my man” // “For you I would ruin myself a million little times” // “I wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed...He’s gonna burn this house to the ground...So yeah it’s a fire it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it” // “Dear reader, burn all the files, desert all your past lives” // Taylor is the one that chooses to burn the lover house down. She’s the one holding the lighter on the Midnights album cover and striking the match in the lavender haze mv (here’s a really great post about what that might signify). Furthermore, the willow performance and description make me think that the curse on Taylor’s house was actually her own doing--she’s not only letting this person wreck her plans but is helping them do so. So the burning, wrecking, ruining, cursing/spell casting are all metaphors for the same thing—destroying Taylor’s closet and possibly her career as a result of that

Honorable mention: The beat almost sounds like a heartbeat no? Wildest Dreams??

#i hope this all made sense lol #sometimes im not the best at articulating my thoughts #im doing this instead of studying for my finals like the responsible student i am #taylor swift #taylorswift #gaylor #gaylor swift #kaylor #midnight in paris #midnights #the alcott #the national #parallels #folklore #evermore #paris #exile #lyric analysis

[darkwaveho]

Damage Control

Lock and key

Summary: The final boss moment of dealing with the choices you made to get revenge.

Parings: Mob!Natasha romanoff x reader

Warnings:18+, dark themes, trauma, abuse, toxic behavior, kidnapping, torture, betrayal, beefy Nat, jealousy, possessive behavior, unhinged Nat. suggestive themes (No smut tho), attempted murder.

Final part of the alternative scenario of damage control.

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She was different not just emotionally she changed her physical appearance. she was blonde now, she looks good, but you much preferred her red hair. you preferred the old Natasha. when she takes her jacket off you can’t help but to notice the muscles from her arms. what else was she to do in prison for two months? if Yelena was in solitaire confinement surely, she had to be in something much worse. She stands there at the door not saying a word. She just stares at you. 

The others on the room eye each other for information. No one has an answer to what’s going through Natasha’s mind now that you’re actually here in front of her. She walks forward until she’s standing right next your feet. She’s accessing you. Taking in every single detail of your appearance. It has been two months after she’s last seen you. She kneels down to your level slightly touching your wounded knee. When you yelp in pain, she releases your knee. Just as quickly as she released it, she suffocated your knee in her tight grasp, squeezing it so hard her nails dug through your skin. Still not a word coming from her, but you know she’s enraged she’s way too quiet and this was just the beginning. 

Growing tired, she let’s go of you standing back up. She turns for a moment before turning back to face you laying in the cold floor. The slight twitch of her lip was a dead giveaway that she was prepared to do something else before she left you in this contained room. She brings her foot down hard on your knee with her heavy boot. She adds more pressure the louder you scream out in pain. When she seems to have enough of torturing your leg she relents. during your fit of excruciating pain Bucky clamps the thick metal chains around your ankles and tugs on them for “good measure”. when he’s done securing the chains Natasha nods to the others silently telling them to leave. She leaves after them. Natasha leaves you in the clear room for two days. You went two days without food, two days without contact, and without proper treatment for your knee. You face the wall on the cold, hard cot. The door opens and you still don’t make a move to turn over you had to hold on and be as strong as you possibly could. You weren’t going to show desperation. Yelena pours the uncooked rice on the floor. you follow her every move curiously. When she’s done, she looks at you for a moment briefly pausing before she speaks. 

“Kneel.” she hasn’t seen you or heard from you in two months and those are the very first words she says to you. no yelling, no calling you out of your name just a one-word reply.

“W-what?” She grabs you by your hair and throws you to the ground. 

“I. Said. kneel.” each word comes out slow yet, harsh. You pick yourself up but taking your sweet time was only further enraging Yelena. She grabs you again be the hair and fully positions you to kneel over the metal sheet covered in rice. She pushes your shoulders down with force finally making your knees come on contact with the sharpening pain of uncooked rice. You try getting up, but she only pushes you down again holding you in place to fully take in the pain. “You’ve only just started and are already squirming?” She smacks her lips.

after hours of sobbing and kneeling on the rice Natasha instructs Yelena to lift you up and drag you towards your showering area. she releases the cuffs around your ankles. “Get undressed.” is all she says before leaving you to your business. you’re surprised she left you; she’s obviously not scared about you attempting to leave. you were taking too long because of your sore limbs but Yelena and Natasha clearly didn’t care. she comes backs and settles on just snatching your clothes away from your body. tearing the fabrics. she turns away after achieving her objective, tossing the clothes into a garbage bag. Natasha steps forward into the shower area with you. she sprays you down with the cold water, she sprays you on high-speed power it hurts when the water touches your skin. 

“Until I can get the smell of that perfume out of my nostrils and these goddamn images out of my head, you’re gonna suffer!” she brings the shower head closer to your face this felt like the equivalent to drowning. you try holding your breath as the water harshly hits your skin. “You thought I forgot? you came home still smelling like that bitch!” 

“You cheat on me? hm? with a fucking cop?” 

“She paraded it in my fucking face!” 

“You wanna know what she said?” you don’t know whether to shake your head yes or no so you settle on doing nothing. she grabs your face harder. “I asked you a question.” her voice dropped so low you swear it’s in the pits of hell. “What did she say?” you manage to get the words out. “Of course, you’d want to know that whore said!” the way she yelled in your face a few specks of spit flew showing just how enraged she was. she pants intensely, each puff of her breath hitting your lips. 

“She said ‘I bet your girlfriend would love it.’ ” Natasha reaches in her back pocket you were too frightened to notice but you jerk in a shocked reaction when you feel liquid hitting your body. “Nat-” you cough for the loud smell. “Natasha.” she yanks your hair. “Don’t say my fucking name!” she continues throwing the liquid onto your body and you have no choice but to sit there and take it. she rubs the liquid into your skin and puts the bottle back into her pocket and leans close to your face. she places her nose in the crook of your neck slowly inhaling the scented fragrance that she’s missed for two months and softly whispers. 

“You smell like you now.” as tender and soft as that last moment was it was completely gone when she pulled away from you. the reality of what you had done hit her like a full train all over again. “Learning is always a painful process, and you’re gonna learn a valuable lesson.” she wasn’t over it and it was going to take more for you to gain her forgiveness. she slides on new panties for you as well as some sweats and cuffs your ankle with metal chain again. before she leaves the room without another word or glance. is it wrong that you wanted her to look at you? you wanted her to understand where you were coming from. she was being a fucking hypocrite. not liking the taste of her own medicine.

The door opens and you’re excited to see this person. you sit up from the fetal position on the floor. “Nora” you softly whisper. she gives you a brief look before she brings the food over to the table. Natasha sent her in here hoping seeing your mother figure would get you to eat because once again Natasha didn’t want you dead, she just wanted you to feel like you were. she wanted you to suffer. you couldn’t suffer the way that she wants if you starve yourself to death. “You need to eat.” she sits the tray on the table and begins to walk towards you pulling your chair out for you. this was the only time Nora came down here that you’re aware of you needed to plea with her to help you. you grab her ankle before she moves further away from you.

“Nora please, help me, please.” you release a sob as you beg for the older woman to help free you from this hell. for a brief moment she looks as if she was going to help you. her expression changes to something you’ve never seen her display. anger. coldness. “You made your bed, now you have to lay in it.” she snatches her leg from your grasp. you couldn’t believe she would deny you like this. sure, she had a part in raising Natasha and Yelena, but you were more like her daughter. she was your mother figure. your own mother disowned you and Nora was there to fill in the tender void that was missing after your father died. you grow angrier with each step she takes away from your holding containment. within that fit of rage, you somehow managed to stand on your own. it hurt like hell, but you did it. 

“You old bitch!” you yell as you throw your tray of food at the glass door just after Nora closed it. The noise seems to stop Nora’s movements.

 “I’m like your daughter how can you do this to me? hm? how can you stand around and let her do this to me?” your voice breaks down towards the end. Nora doesn’t answer you, but she still doesn’t make a move to leave the basement. “Answer me! I’m talking to you. I’m fucking talking to you!” your fists bang on the thick glass. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t fucking kill you while you were in here! I fucking hate you! I’ll never forgive you for doing this! for standing around and doing nothing!” you bang your fist against the glass after each word. Nora never thought she’d ever hear those words coming from you, but she had to put herself and her safety first. sighs releasing a shaky breath and finally finds the willpower to keep walking towards the exit. your desperation grows, watching her disappear behind the door. you bang your fist harder and faster against the glass releasing a scream. 

For the first time since you’ve gotten back home you don’t say anything when the door opens. you don’t look up. you don’t move at all from your spot on the floor against the wall. the food trays remain untouched because you’d rather die than to play into Natasha’s game. how would you even be able to look at her after this was done? nothing would ever be the same you’re sure she’s never letting you out of her sight ever again. you revoked the right to privacy when you left her, cheated on her, and turned her in to the feds.

bucky enters the room with your food, Natasha must have scolded him into making you eat something. he drops the tray on the floor in front of you like some kind of animal. “Eat.” even the one word reply he used sent anger through your body, you know he doesn’t like you. he’s never liked you. “Fuck. you.” you end your response by spitting at him. “You ungrateful bitch!” he snatches you up from the floor and shoves your head against the wall. “After all, Natasha has done for you this is how you repay her?” 

“Oh, will you shut the fuck up! I promise you she’s not gonna fuck you.” 

“Shut your goddamn mouth.” you laugh knowing you’ve struck a nerve of his. “You take pride in being her fucking lap dog, don’t you? I bet you get off on it. you get off on her commanding you to do things. you’re a fucking joke. still angry that she chose me instead of listening to her bird brain of a father?” 

“I said shut up!” his fist hit the brick wall behind you. Yelena was quick to enter the room when she saw the monitor. “Get the fuck away from her Bucky.” her turns around looking at Yelena with anger. “What’s the big deal? I’m trying to get her to eat her fucking food like Nat asked.” Yelena rolls her eyes. “And clearly that methods working, right? put her down and get the hell out.” she says it confidently and raises her brow when it looks like he was going to challenge her. he obeys and does what Yelena told him. 

he leaves muttering cures under his breath as her leaves out the door Yelena goes to follow after him but stares at you for a moment. this was her way of making sure you were actually good. that her didn’t severely hurt you while no one was watching she knows of his hatred towards you. she clears her throat and opens the door but stops when she hears your voice. 

“Thank you.” she clears her throat again. “I didn’t do it for you.” is all she says before leaving you alone in the confined space. it was a lie you both knew that. she was still upset but that didn’t give bucky a free pass to release years of bottled-up anger on you. he was trying to take advantage of this situation and if Natasha were here, she’d make him eat his own shoe for putting his hands on you like that.

The door open for the second time today too close after the other. you don’t look up from your set spot on the hard floor expecting it to be Nora, bucky or the recruit that wasn’t so new anymore, but the fragrance was a dead giveaway. natasha was here. Natasha sits the new tray on the metal table and pulls out a chair taking a seat. she watches you, wanting for you to address her but it never comes. clint and bucky watch outside on the monitor glancing at each other. 

“What the hell are they doing?” 

“Staring at each other.” Clint says it flatly with no further explanation.

“Yeah, I know that genius, I meant why.” 

“They’re trying to see who’s going to break first.” 

“Come and eat, I had Nora make your favorite.” she takes the lid off of the tray. 

“Pasta.” she hums in agreement with you. “Now, come sit down.” you don’t want to ask her for help, but you desperately need it. you stand up on wobbly legs putting all your strength into your arms as you grab solid items to practically drag your legs against the floor. 

“You need help?” you shake your head no causing Natasha to smirk. “Still stubborn I see.” you finally make it to the table you plop down into the chair eyeing Natasha for her true intensions. what you did to her was major no way she done punishing you yet. there had to be something major she had up her sleeve. “Are you going to eat now?” she gestures to the plate of food you can feel the heat radiating off the pasta. “If Nora made it not really, I don’t want anything from that geriatric bitch.” you spit the words from your mouth like venom. 

“Ouch! I never heard you speak that way about Nora. while I am in your presence you mind your manners about her.” you swallow hard looking away from her and focusing in on the cutler on the table. you do it to ground yourself you made it this long without truly breaking down like you wanted to. “You know I had Nora prepare a whole feast for you that day? I wanted to make a grand gesture to apologize to you, to my sweet face. and the whole time I spent doing that you were betraying me and fucking.” she stops herself inhaling and exhaling slowly. 

“I just want you to understand!” 

“Understand what? you did all of this because I made a mistake! You jeopardized Yelena’s freedom for an argument and a small slap to the face?” your growl at her dismissive tone towards your logical reasonings. 

“I did it because you’re a fucking hypocrite! you couldn’t take it, but you can dish it right? How do you think I felt learning about that whore you fucked from Tony’s club? and then seeing it with my own two fucking eyes with that picture!”  your nails dig into the cold metal you really wanted to reach across the table and punch her in that smug, arrogant mouth of hers. 

“I said I was sorry, and I would’ve made it up to you, but you didn’t even give me a chance to. you ran off and made this bigger than it needed to be.” she harshly rubs her temples and starts eating her food. you eye the plate for a second you were still very upset with Nora, but you were starving. you pick up your fork with shaky fingers and start eating your food as well. it’s quiet, seems like you both got things off your chests. what else was there to talk about the weather? you haven’t seen any form of weather in four months now. and you only know it’s been four months because Yelena told you when you begged her to tell you how long you’ve been held captive down here. 

you cough once before you start coughing on a consistently. you take a sip of water, but it does nothing for the itchy sensation in your throat. “Nat-” Yelena watches through the monitor as you basically cough yourself to death. her heart drops to her stomach as she takes a step towards the door. Yelena was stopped in her tracks by Clint. “Yelena, don’t.” she looks to him over her shoulder she was conflicted, this went on way longer than she wanted it to, but she wasn’t the only one affected by your actions. this was out of her control; she couldn’t help you like before. seeing you like that damn near lifeless broke her. she couldn’t do anything about it, and she was not standing around to watch this happen to you. she shrugs her arm from clints hold. “Don’t touch me, I’m going to the bar.” she leaves out the room.

“Nat- I can’t” you cough and struggle to breathe as your throat begins to feel tight. you turn to Natasha as she sits across from your casually and calmly sipping on her wine. “Seems like I accidentally switched the plates.” she looks down at the food and back up to you. “I know how bad your food allergies are.” your eyes go wide when you realize what she did. you stand up from the chair practically knocking it over, you stumble towards your bed hoping that it’d somehow help with the restriction of your airways. Natasha follows you but doesn’t intervene. she only turns you over on your back as you lay beneath her choking. she mockingly pouts down at you. 

she jabs you with the epi pen just in time before you can fully pass out from the lack of oxygen. you gasp for air clinging onto Natasha’s shoulders as she stares down at you. “Now that you’ve had a taste of death, I hope you never push me into giving you the full course meal my love, but as much as I love you, I won’t tolerate betrayal.” she pulls your fingers away from her shoulders and slams the door shut behind her. you lay there catching your breath for a moment before it hits you. Did she just say she loves you? how the fuck was this love?

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you don’t see her for a while hell you don’t see any one for what feels like ages. you have no window to let you know what time of the day it is or what the weather was like. you couldn’t take it anymore. “Nat.” you pant on the cold hard bed, turning your body towards the door. you knew it was a camera in here somewhere and that she was watching you. waiting for you to breakdown. well, it looks like she would get her wish. you push yourself off of the bed slightly limping towards the door. you bang against the glass. “Yelena?” maybe if you called out to her this time she would come to your rescue. after calling out to her a few times you get nothing in return. there was only one way to get out of here.

“Natasha, I’m sorry.” you get no indication that she is watching you. no indication that she’s ready to accept your apology. you consistently pound your hand against the glass until you can’t take the pain anymore. the anger explodes from within you as you trash your small room, if you could even call it a room more like a corner. you flip the table, the chairs and the bed. having no idea where all of this extra strength came from after months of being weak. 

“Natasha, I need you! I’m sorry!” eager eyes search around the room for some evidence of a camera. when you finally get done with your outburst you fall to the ground sobbing into the palms of your hands. “Natasha, I need you! I’m sorry!” you cry until you get completely exhausted. you jerk awake when you feel warm hands soothing your broken and fragile face. “Nat?” 

“Hey, sweet face.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I know” she pulls you closer to her and rubs your back for comfort. “I know you’re sorry.” she pulls away from you and holds your face in her hands. “You learn your lesson?” you nod quickly. “What lesson did you learn?” she was being an asshole, but she wanted to make sure you knew to never do anything like that again. 

“To never betray you.” she hums. “That’s right but more importantly.” she grips your face, squeezing your cheeks together. “Never, and I mean never, run away from me and cheat on me again!” she harshly whispers. “You got that?” you nod your head. “Good.” she sighs and kisses your temple. she picks you up from the floor and walks out of the glass containment. you were in such a daze you hadn’t noticed the lack of chains around your ankles or the fact that the door was left wide open. she holds you tight as she walks you up the stairs. looking around the living room was completely different. you guess with her having a lot of time on her hands she needed something constructive to do while you were away, and she had to lay low from the feds after you handed her over on a silver platter. you also leaped at the chance to look outside the window, but you never expected to see the complete change in seasons. were you down there longer than Yelena said you were? it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you’re no longer in that box. Natasha heads to the bedroom and tries to place you on the bed, but you hold on to her tighter. 

“What’s wrong?” you whine as she tries pulling away from you. you couldn’t help it; she left you in isolation for too long. surely to make you needy and desperate for human contact. she doesn’t even try to fight back her smug smile. takes pride in this moment right here. “Don’t leave, don’t leave me.” she nods and moves you to lay on top her cautious of your knee that never received medical attention. you hiss in pain when you shift the wrong way trying to get comfortable. 

“I’ll call a doctor for you in the morning to get that checked out, okay?” you quietly respond to her. “I can’t have my sweet face limping around.”  you didn’t think it would make a difference you’ve been going months without it being seen. you wouldn’t be surprised if you had to endure years of physical therapy or if you would need surgery for the extensive trauma your knee and ankle has went through. you lay there in silence for a moment before Natasha speaks again.

 “I missed you.” she rubs her thumb against your lips. “Did you miss me too buttercup?” she moves her nimble fingertips into the waistband of your joggers. your breath hitches and she gives you a wide sinister smile. “Looks like I got my answer.” she makes slow and calculated circles on your clit. you go to protest against her plans, but she reassures you. 

“You don’t have to do anything but lay there. I just missed you so much.” when you agree she repositions you to lay beneath her. it’s true she did really miss you but there was also the fact that you let someone else have what was hers. you let someone else touch you. she had to reclaim what was hers. could she have waited until you were settled back into the real world? yes, but she wanted you now and if you were truly sorry like you say you are than you’ll let her do whatever she wants with you. 

Natasha couldn’t wait to ravish you like she used to before everything went to shit, she just keeps replaying that moment in her mind about how you were screaming at the top of your lungs that you needed her. she got off on it, it turned her on to see you so desperate for her after you swore you were done with her. that you wanted someone else. no one would be able to save you, the only person who could save you was Natasha. if either of you didn’t know it before, you both know it now. you would never be able to live without her because even in death she would find a way to keep you. there was no escaping her. she has you under lock and key forever.

#damage control au #natasha romanoff x reader #mob!nat #mob!natasha x reader #dark!natasha romanoff x reader #darkwaveho

[chromatic-lamina]

chapter 1064—we got ourselves a name

Got ourselves a snow goose!

Oda running with the marine life theme so many of us have exploited for our fics and head canons, and it feels so damn good.

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It's cold up north. Cold, cold, cold, cold. So, not only can Law do this:

(cut Stronger in half using Amputate, thereby dislodging Blackbeard and Doc)

to Blackbeard's under-prepared crew on their only slightly upgraded raft boat, Law's crew (namely Shachi)

can do

this! Blowing poison apple bombs right back at Doc. I guess that's the equivalent of an Orca's blowhole.

And, I guess that maybe Oda got tired of the power scalers too. Like, Law's got his high bounty for a reason and it's nice for Oda to show

his crew in action.

Captain. Must protec!

(though surely Jean Bart would be a very easy target). So, Law does pull out what was his awakened power (it wasn't Amputate, Teach), and Blackbeard gets pierced (and shocked)

with Shock Wille, causing Van Augur to chastise him

and to cause him to use his Law-like powers to rescue Blackbeard. (Blackbeard's downfall will be his carelessness, even though he's obviously doing okay. Master planner up against master impulsive?).

Also, the effects of Shock Wille look a little like directions of some of Doflamingo's attacks.

Van Augur thinks they're under-prepared enough to ask:

if they should return to the ship, and he elegantly uses his passengers to make his own journey more comfortable too, it looks like. Also, so long as he doesn't fall in the water, he's a good match for Law in terms of being able to find solid ground (with his warp warp fruit).

So, I didn't know Blackbeard had such dedication (we finish what we start! But his crew doesn't have the same conviction). Also, like Big Mom, Blackbeard's going to be a villain that Oda will have fun making look ridiculous (then again, there was that Kaidou skipping rope thing).

I'm guessing that "Blackbeard's here!" is Bepo or someone else from his crew. Law's getting his Room ready already. He's tactical. BUT, like Blackbeard, maybe a little too much hubris. Law's pulling his Lenin face again.

Law's crew really is the wrong one to deal with on the ocean, huh? Makes sense. And there were a few meta last week that said that sinking all the devil fruit users wold be the way to go, and what a perfect plan it would be except for

it doesn't seem that Law knows about Blackbeard's power (which seems unlike Law), or he doesn't know how it works. (As an aside, did he take Boa's power, or did Rayleigh step in just in time?). Or he's just, really, really, worried, cos his big willy just ain't gonna cut it if Blackbeard gets his power or absorbs Law himself. Ahhh. **(Law's powers that spread shock waves and threads and radiation might be able to counter something?)

And back a few frames—Pudding's on board and just as she doesn't seem to realise about Law and Kid bringing about Big Mom's death (although she said "if" she's alive), Law doesn't seem to know about Black Vortex (Black Gravity?), and Blackbeard doesn't seem to know even the most basic of Law's powers (although, maybe he does and that's why he's got all those devil fruit users (and Pudding) on the boat currently under attack from the Hearts. Devil Fruits are Teach's speciality, after all).

And

cover page. Kuzan confirmed! Ah, I don't think he's part of SWORD, cos then Punk Hazard probably wouldn't have happened. I read such a good OC/Law story back in the day (2016/17?) on FFN that had Kuzan undercover in the Blackbeard Pirates, and I don't read OC fics much. Loved it. So, Sanji will have to come, because two of his loves will probably end up captured (Pudding already is, but Law, too).

What do you make of Akainu's words? I can't find mention of Winner Island in the Wiki, but I didn't search too thoroughly. I don't think Law's SWORD either, but might be (the theory's gone out there). Could they be waiting for that? Or Akainu wanted to sweep in on Kuzan? (Guess I should call Akainu, Sakazuki). But there'd be no reason to wait then. Anyhoo, other exciting development is this from the end:

Vegapunk working with the Revolutionaries. Kuma's backstory (and Bonney's and Vegapunk's and Dragon's get more and more entwined and intriguing). Also!

stuff like this (Punk Records...or Vegapunk...or why is the first part hidden?) makes me thing that Kid will definitely be relevant some time soon.

I just love that Oda is utilising all of his SBS drawings and inventing a few more

(70 year old Luffy—A glimpse at a possible future!). And the other kids

are alright (@lorillee said that Oda's going boob-crazy cos he had to flatten them for all of Wano in the traditional kimonos, however, I will say, he's not gone as OTT on them as he has in the past. And, yeah, Franky's got on more clothes than Robin.

The pervevication (made up word) really isn't equal for folks that randomly say it is. Put Sanji, Usopp (and later Zoro, Luffy, etc.) in jockey briefs and the equivalent to what Robin and Nami are wearing and then you might have something.

The other two kids are watching the ship and will rescue someone when the menace becomes apparent (more apparent) later in the arc.

Loved the chapter.

#one piece #chapter 1064 #trafalgar law #heart pirates #marshall d. teach #blackbeard one piece #shachi #penguin #charlotte pudding #bepo #jean bart #hakugan #straw hat pirates #jewelry bonney #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #opspoilers #chromacaps #chromanga #chromalami #chromameta #op meta #long post

[crystalgemgirl]

Danny Phantom/Amazing Digital Circus Incorrect Quotes

(note: these will be LONG, because every line is the good. Obligatory "I don't own anything, but my Sona" message. For the full episode, go watch it on YouTube, it's from Glitch Productions)

Technus: Welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus! My name is Technus! I'm your ringmaster, and I'm here to show you the most jaw-dropping, heart stopping, mind-bending paraphernalia you've ever laid your eyes upon! Isn't that right, Box Ghost?

Box Ghost: That's right, Technus! I can't wait to see what you've got cooking up for today!

Technus: Well, let's not waste any time! Let's get right into the show!

Theme Song: 🎵 *a geeky dark skinned boy holding a PDA* Tucker and *a goth girl with her arms crossed like she doesn't want to be there* Sam and *a large male with black and white hair hides in a pillow fort* Jack too *a young couple, a dark haired boy with ice blue eyes stands near a girl with long blond hair and sky blue eye behind glasses, the boy looks awkward while the girl gives a friendly wave* Danny, Diana, and *a male biker with pale skin, green eyes, and stubble on chin* Johnny 13 and *a cardboard cutout of a clown-looking ringmaster* Freakshow . *Disclaimer: Freakshow did not show up today.* Day after day after- *glitch* day after- *glitch* day after day we fly. Past the moon and the sun and we don't know why!🎵

A new character, a girl a few years older than Danny and Diana with long ginger hair, suddenly poofs in.

Jazz: W-w-wait? Huh, where am-?

Freaked out by all the zaniness going on around her, she tries to reach for an exit door, only for the door to vanish into thin air. She falls back as she avoids getting squished by a potted flower which gets stuck halfway through the ground. While backing up, she bumps into Johnny 13, who bumps into Jack, who bumps into Tucker, making him fall and drop his PDA, breaking it. Everyone looks at the newcomer.

Johnny 13: Technus, is this one of your NPCs or is this a new sucker? 'Cause if it's a new character, we're gonna have to redo this whole theme song~!

Sam: I'm not doing that again.

Technus: My my, it appears a new human has entered this realm!

Jazz: *Trying to take her headset off* How do I... take this... headset off!?

Johnny 13: Just keep grabbing at it. That worked for all of us.

She tries, but almost pulls her eye out. She lets go, and her head snaps back into shape.

Jazz: ...What's going on? I-I-I put on some weird headset and now I'm here? Who are you people? Why can't I take it off? Where am I?!

Danny: Let's just try to calm down. *he and his girlfriend walk over to the shivering girl* Everything's gonna be okay, new stuff.

Diana: We've all been through this. You just need to get your head to-

Jazz: What the *a black censor bar covers her mouth and the word is covered up with a boing sound* is going on?! *She realizes her curse word got censored*...What-?

Technus: *wagging his finger at her* Now, now, now, my dear, we can't have any of that foul language around here. The Amazing Digital Circus is a place to be enjoyed by all ages. You, my friend, stumbled into an incredible world of wonders where anything can happen! E-except for swearing.

And lo and behold, no matter how much profanity she blurts out, they just get replaced by wacky sound effects.

Jazz: ...Oh my God. Well, h-how do I, you know, leave?

Technus: *holds his finger up like he's going to answer, but can't think of a response, so he freezes* Uh-

Diana: *exchanges looks with Danny* W-Well, don't freak out about it or anything, but, uh, we don't exactly...

Johnny 13: *Bluntly* You can't.

Jazz: *turning to him* What?

Sam: *glaring at him* Shut up, Johnny. *Turns a kinder gaze to Jazz* But yeah, he's right. Welcome to your new home.

Jazz: "New home"? What do you mean?

Diana: *she and Danny look annoyed* Guys, don't be mean.

Johnny 13: We've been stuck here for years.

#nickelodeon #danny phantom #phantasma #Technus #sam manson #tucker foley #Johnny 13 #the amazing digital circus #glitch productions