#( &. a bullet with your name on it but a trigger for a heart/ hc )

[fiixer]

So, I've seen a couple comments on Jordi talking about him being a sociopath. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to sit here and say he isn't - to some degree, he is, but those comments also said that he was incapable of forming legitimate friendships, experiencing empathy/emotion, and all that. He's definitely hindered, there's no doubt about that, but that sort of comes with the job. You miss out on a lot of cash if you start bonding with the people you're meant to take out or feeling bad when a job is done. That's just bad business. And I think that's a big part of his deal: Jordi is his job. He has thrown everything he has into it, and now he's the guy to call when you need something. He's the guy people are scared shitless of. It worked out for him.

But, becoming that guy doesn't leave room for making friends. In fact, he probably has very few -- one, specifically: Aiden. That was probably never meant to happen. Jordi was hired by Aiden, then was contracted to take him out; that alone doesn't exactly spell budding friendship in the traditional sense. But then again, they're not traditional people. What they've created, bizarre as it is, works for them..but now, Jordi has to come to terms with it. He already acknowledged that Aiden was his friend, with only mild sarcasm, but now he has to deal with everything that comes along with it, and he doesn't know how.

Listen to Jordi's voice at the end of this call.

I left the clip longer, one to allow us all to enjoy Aiden's little laugh, but mainly to make my point. The way he talks to Aiden at the start, after Aiden first thanks him for everything, he's definitely caught off guard, and it shows. At the very end, though, there's a change. It's pretty subtle, but his voice changes from caught off guard to flustered. There's this telling little lilt in the last two things he says before he hangs up on Aiden. Tell me that's not a guy who is touched by a friend's appreciation; who is feeling the depth of it through and through, and is mad about it.

So, basically: Jordi does have tendencies consistent with that of a sociopath. People tend to cite the disregard for human life as the ultimate definitive proof of their point, but I think that's only the tip of the iceberg, as far as that bit goes. If you do something, anything enough times, you'll become more and more desensitized to it, and that's a huge part of what happened with him. He got involved with the Fixers, the Fixers tend to...you know, kill people, and the more he did it, the more numb he grew to the whole idea. Sure, some of his deal is just...Jordi, but that desensitization factors in, too. It literally is just business in his world.

BEFORE I CONTINUE RAMBLING, which I absolutely fkn can because i love this dude so goddamn much, I'm going to end on the note of, Jordi is obviously capable of some level of empathy - not to the same degree as most people, but still, it's possible - and he can form legit bonds with the right people.

The majority of folks just don't get to see that.

[sugar-petals]

🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

word count. 3.7k | bullet points | ot7

WARNINGS. ⚠️  all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋  byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋  lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this 

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh 

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋  kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out 

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good. 

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there? 

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋  wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war 

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time 

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋  mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons 

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear? 

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you. 

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋  ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times. 

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner. 

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place. 

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs. 

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋  lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start. 

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

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[yostresswritinggirl]

hello, recently i’ve been getting sexually harrased by old men on the internet because of my body. if you’re comfortable doing it, would you mind writing albedo comforting a reader who something similar happened to them? but please don’t describe it happening if you can

(was supposed to queue this for tomorrow but accidentally posted AGAIN but aight, early gift bbs)

Hey anon, first of all, I wanted to check if you're doing better after that ordeal? Have you talked to someone you trusted about this? Second, I hope you told those mean men off, they are truly disturbing and disgusting. I wish that after this, you'd still manage to be comfortable with yourself :((

Thinking about those kind of behaviour makes me gag and I hope that you'll find comfort someday and soon.

As for your request, I will make sure that there won't be any triggers in this answer. And so to avoid that this will be bulleted, I hope you can take your mind off with this fic!

White Lily

Albedo providing Comfort to Reader after an Unpleasant Encounter

Do you remember the meaning of White Lilies that Albedo endearingly associated you with?

Delicate, untainted, the Alchemist handled you like you were the finest dust of gold carefully drifting down the side of a beaker.

Besides wanting his White Lily for himself, Albedo acquired your heart to ensure your protection. To nurture you, bloom your brightest, watch your white petals glow in healthy conditions and prosper.

In his great care, the man almost IMMEDIATELY noticed how you wilt and appear so dim. Because to other people Albedo barely understands and cares for others, he pays attention to things he cares about the most and that includes you.

Albedo doesn't approach you immediately, as he was scared to worsen your mood even more with a wrong move.

His touches are minimal, aiming to guide you to the extra chair in his laboratory, and place around a soft wool blanket around you.

He'll stand a good distance away but still keeping the keenest eye on you as he watches for any signs of when your mood switches, either good or bad.

This gentleman will not invade your personal space during this time and it's up to you if you ask for cuddles or urge him to come closer. He really just doesn't want to hurt you any further.

He’ll indulge you like a mistress with a bell.

While in his company, he’ll provide you with things that will distract you, but in the Albedo Way™: he’ll turn on the burners so you can watch and listen to the bubbles the hopefully-harmless liquids produce, he’ll sketch beside you so you can get distracted by the sheer beauty of it; and your favorite: plucking a branch and giving it life in front of your eyes.

When it comes to physical comfort, Albedo usually has his hand and lips on your head. Why? It’s the safest route in his opinion.

He knows the importance of physical contact and how it comforts people, however he doesn’t master that thing.

If he gets really into it, he’ll softly nuzzle the crown of your head, softly stroking your hair while murmuring against it.

If you’re not ready to talk about it, that’s fine

But this genius and his aura has a way to coax out answers out of people. You’ll be leaning to his touch, “my beloved petal, together we’ll make sure you’re back to your usual blossom. I’ll always be here with you, and I will be sure to listen once you trust me enough,” and then suddenly you’re spilling your guts out to him.

The more you talk about the incident, his grip around you will be tighter, inching you closer to his chest with a protective grasp around you.

It’s like instinct: like he’s physically protecting you, pulling you away from the pain.

But also a way to make sure you don’t see the burning glare in those once soft, teal eyes.

Million paradigms stir in his mind as he continues to listen, and soon enough (even without uttering the person’s name), he’s already figured out who he needs to brea- confront.

“No matter what they say, darling, you are worth every inch of respect and innocent adoration. They are nothing but monsters, aimed to wreck havoc and haunt your mind. But know that you are more than just your body, you’re made of the most beautiful soul I have ever seen.

I will make sure that you live in a world free of insecurities, so that everyone would see you for who you truly are.”

C O M F Y HOURS

What??? Experiment? Cursed sword whomst?

Everything is off the table, full schedule suddenly as empty as the abyss as he asks if there’s something or somewhere you want to be other than his messy and crammed laboratory

Do you want to be away from people? You’re suddenly making your way to one of his camps outside of Mondstadt with a beautiful view

Do you want to be distracted more? Albedo’s an expert at keeping someone entertained and distracted because of Klee: he can teach you how to sketch, read a book to you (Legend of the Sword anyone?), heck he’ll even try to sing just to get you smiling again

All throughout the day, you’ll notice how reluctant or reeling he might be when it comes to touching you

Taking a split second of a pause before placing his hand on you, even if it’s the most innocent place he can put his hand on

He’ll tap his finger on your palm, before slowly wrapping it with his

Don’t get him wrong, he’s not just doing this because he thinks you’re uh ‘sensitive’

He just doesn’t want you to think of him the same as those guys; it would break his heart to make you uneasy, much more scaring you

Because he loves you not because of your physical properties but the warmth you provide to his cold soul

And that what makes you truly beautiful, White Lily

Bonus: He instigates Kaeya into hunting down those nasty humans, to the point that he bribes the Cavalry Captain with a proper self-portrait sketch just for this one occasion.

Writing this gave me such soft hours vibe hnghng- I hope that everyone feels safe and comforted anytime they need it. Somewhere out there you will find comfort. I hope you enjoy this, anon! And I hope you’re feeling much better now <33 sorry if this came out looking like a general comforting reader hc than the intended scenario ackkk

[holy-guacamoly]

CONGRATS!!!! OMG I'd like to participate

May I request a personal HC with Levi (of course) ?

Pronouns: She/her Name: y/n please Hobbies & Interests: baking, going to the farmers market, picnic A few bullet points on your personality (bubbly, childish, easygoing) SFW and NSFW: I need a balance between fluff and smut :3

kdjsdjfias Love you!!!!

Giiiirl, no, I love YOU! <3 In my world you and Levi are canon so I would love nothing more than to give you some HC's with our boy. Warnings: explicit mentions of sexual activities, slight mentions of breeding, Levi has veiny hands lmao, overstimulation Genre: Headcanons ♥ I can't get the picture out of my head where Levi and you go on a picnic date. You wear a flowing summer dress, while he slays a pair of grey trousers and a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves. (So you can see his veiny hands, but we will come back to that later. ) The sun just pampers your skin with its pretty rays and as you look into Levi's eyes you see your future. Levi naturally hates sitting on the ground, because it's dirty, but he will endure this just for you. It doesn't matter where he is, as long as he is with you. This mofo will insist on you feeding him with strawberries because he doesn't want to get his fingers dirty (suuuure). Levi just loves when you baby him and he loves it, even more, when you lick your fingers clean. ♥ He is so shy with affection, but will always make sure to touch you secretly in public. Just a gentle stroke over your fingers here and a light squeeze on your hip there. You are his and he makes sure that you remember that matter of fact. If he feels like nobody is watching Levi whispers the sweetest thing in your ear. "You look ethereal in this dress, you know that?" he murmurs into your ear, one hand securely wrapped around your waist. A shade of pink threatens to appear on your delicate cheeks. Of course, he notices, he always does. ♥ Levi will cook for you EVERY night. He just loves to spoil you and he is so talented with creating homecooked meals. This sneaky bastard even secretly asked your mother for her special recipes, so he can spoil you with them whenever you are sad. ♥ Levi Ackerman adores your baking. He always denies the fact he actually enjoys sweets, but every time you make a treat, a few pieces of cake disappear mysteriously during the day. When you catch him blood handed in the kitchen some night, Heichou gets all shy and flustered. "I'm...goddamit it brat, I am not secretly eating your stupid cakes, like some child," he growls, while pinching the space between his brows. You just chuckle softly, as you walk over to wipe the icing off his bottom lip. "Sure thing, Captain." ♥ Baths with Levi are just something else. It's a safe space for both of you. Being secured by the warmth of the water, dipped in cozy candlelight, your man can't resist but to open up to you. During those times, he talks a lot about Kuchel and admits that your kindness resembles hers. ♥ Overall his love langue is a mix between service and physical touch. Levi will do everything from cleaning to buying you flowers from the farmer's market to show you how special you are to him. You always thank him with a soft kiss on the cheek, as you play with his hair. This will drive him near a heart attack. :') ♥ Late nights together, cuddling in bed, are the best. You both bathe in each other's love, sometimes talking about your day, sometimes just enjoying the comfortable silence. Levi's insomnia got so much better since he started sleeping with you. You always wait until his eyelids grow heavy enough to shut, so you can admire his rare peaceful expression. On the verge of sleep a quiet "I love you" slips past his lips. You are never sure if he actually remembers telling you that. ♥ Sometimes Levi gets so annoyed with you and you love it. You know well enough what the consequences are and you can't wait to pull this poor man's triggers. Talking about consequences... NSFW ♥ Veiny Hands ™! He likes to wrap his hands around your throat, your thighs, your wrists. Simply pinning you to the mattress. Your husband just adores how you suddenly go from chatty and bubbly to a whining mess without him even doing much. :( ♥ Levi Ackerman is a man of taste. So he makes sure to always create an atmosphere before fucking you dumb. Slow music, candles, silk sheets - All just for you. If you wear a set of nice lingerie in addition he will simply lose his mind. His favorite place to rearrange your guts is on a cozy blanket in front of a lit fireplace. The color of the flames just matches your rosy cheeks so perfectly. ♥ Ok, we all love our "Dom-Ramming-His-Cock-Inside-You-Levi", but hear me out - Levi fucking you nice and slow, locking his hands with yours. The way he squeezes your fingers gently while moving his hips against yours. His eyes never leave yours, except for the moments when his lips caress that spot on your neck. ♥ Levi is a person with big pride, so it's music to his ears whenever you beg and scream his name. Your orgasm is more important than his. When he eats you out, like the starving man he is, Levi almost comes undone by the sweet sounds you make. Oh lawd, when you tell him how much of a good boy he is, he will lose it. ♥ Sorry to tell you that, but this man is the king of overstimulation. Sometimes he purposely goes so excruciatingly slow, only to drive you on the verge of sanity. "What was that baby girl?" he whispers raspily in your ear, breath fanning your skin. "Did I already fuck you dumb? Can't use your words anymore?" ♥ We both know that this fucker loves to breed you, without actually getting you pregnant. Levi just likes to talk about how he's going to fill your little cunt up to the brim. How he is going to fuck you full of his cum. And who are you to deny him? <3 In conclusion: You are Captain Levi's wife and he adores you, no, worships you. After all, you deserve the world.

[ghoulciifer]

Heey😊 Could you do a headcanon about shinsou and hawks with a partner who has ptsd, please?

hc: Shinsou and Hawks with an s/o who has ptsd.

tw: ptsd, abuse (emotional and physical), blood

tags: hurt/comfort, mental health, recovery

notes: hi anon, ty for sending in this request ❥ i sincerely hope that you are okay and doing well. please know i am by no means a therapist but i do hope these hc’s bring you comfort. be safe and don’t hesitate to reach out if you need to ❥

» i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, shinsou is a very caring and understanding human and will not hesitate to express that to someone he cares deeply for

» so when he learns his s/o has ptsd? of course he’s going to comfort you and make it very clear he’ll support you through anything.

» you two were out getting coffee one day, enjoying the cloudy weather bc you knew that meant the amount of people out and about would be scarce (cute lil’ emos)

» and while you were in line waiting to order you engaged in some idle chatter, his hand resting on your lower back, debating whose drink of choice was the best boy thinks he knows shit bc he lives off caffeine PFFF

» it was finally your turn to order but the second you made it to the counter your entire body froze

» the barista must’ve been new because you’ve never seen his face here before, and you would’ve easily avoided the place had you known because he looked identical to your abusive ex

» shinsou’s never seen that asshole before, so he gets a bit confused when he feels your body tense up and wonders why you’re not responding to the barista asking for your order

» you’re sweating bullets and all of the sudden it feels like your chest is turning in on itself, the anxiety and stress on your body making bile threaten to rise in your throat but all you can do is stand there with wide eyes fixated on anything but him

» shinsou’s quick to take the intitiative and order for the both of you before gently ushering you to the corner of the shop, sitting you down at an isolated booth and sitting in front of you to sheild you from any passerby while you try to calm down

» “Hey it’s okay, kitten, shhh... take your time, I’m right here. It’s just me and you.”

» he knows you get like this when experiencing one of your triggers, being the attentive boyfriend he is, so instead of pestering you and potentially making things worse he’s trying to deduce what the cause of your panic attack was

» all while holding your hand or rubbing your back in soothing strokes; unless physical contact isn’t the way to go for you, in which case he’ll shush your tears away and whisper words of affirmation your way at a respectful distance

» does not leave your side until you’ve recovered (even though the barista called his name 20 mins ago but you’re WAY more important)

» once he sees you’ve calmed down significantly, he’ll remind you he’s here for you and tells you you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to

» but you decide to explain to him why you just shut down all of the sudden and how you actually feel bad bc you know it’s not the barista’s fault he looks like your shitwad ex who inflicted so much trauma on you

» shinsou will definitely have to swallow the anger that follows when he hears how that asshole is still making you feel less than what you deserve BUT doesn’t let that show at all

» instead he’ll soak up every word that falls from your lips and nod intently, holding your hand and rubbing the knuckles w his thumb, putting a lil kiss there every now and then he’s so fuckin sweet

» he’ll tell you that you shouldn’t feel bad, that no one can ever really control their triggers, and that he’s so grateful you’re out of that situation and he’ll never let you experience something like that ever again

» eventually (once your breathing has regulated) you ask him about your coffees and he’s like “oh yea”

» your drinks are cold by the time he goes to get them but neither of you really care, he’s just glad you’re okay and you’re happy to be there with him

» shinsou never fails to make you feel safe when you’re around him and you’ve never felt so loved <3

» bird brain is also a very kind and considerate boyfriend, i refuse to believe he’s this suave womanizer like i’ve seen some people portray (which is ok !! just not what i see tbh)

» i also believe that he knows a thing or two about ptsd so he’ll 100% understand what you’re dealing with and how to handle it

» in that case you two would help each other through your triggers when they occur (just supportive couple tings, uwu)

» so it’s no surprise he’s dropping everything to run to you when you call him, completely panicked at home while he’s at work

» you were cutting up some fruits and veggies for yours and hawks’ bento boxes for the week, you liked doing so on your day off so you wouldn’t have to worry about it when you got busy

» unfortunately your winged boyfriend couldn’t be there to annoy you help like he usually does because he ended up needing to finish some extra paperwork at the agency

» so you were in the kitchen by yourself, jammin’ out to your favorite songs, hips swaying as you carefully cut up your produce

» however after a particularly good song blasted through the speakers, you started loosening up and weren’t being as careful anymore

» the blade of the knife nicked the tip of your finger and you immediately dropped its handle, clutching your hand with a hiss

» initially you were just focused on finding something to stop the bleeding and found a stray kitchen towel to do the job, but something about the scene before you seemed much too familiar...

» memories of fights with your abusive ex flooded your mind as you watched the towel stain crimson, taking you back to the numerous times you had to do this very action when he took his anger out on you by flinging whatever object he had on his person at your shaking frame

» suddenly the room began to spin and it felt as if your chest was caving in on itself as you held onto your wrist, fingernails leaving indents at the skin

» your body moved for the phone on instinct texting hawks with only one word, it was all you could muster with your hands shaking and tears clouding your vision

» the minute he saw the word “panic” flash across his screen? best believe he was reaching for the first exit to fly home at mach fuckin’ 20

» luckily the agency was fairly close to the apt. so it took him less than 5 minutes to be by your side, opting to land on the balcony instead of going through the main building

» “Y/N? Everything okay??”

» he frantically searched the house before finding you curled up on the kitchen floor and clutching to a bloody towel against the cabinetry

» he caught a glimpse of the fruit on the cutting board and quickly determined what happened before kneeling beside you to pull you into his lap, stroking your hair for a moment before prying your wrist away from your chest to inspect the damage

» “Shhh, dove, it’s okay, I’m here... I’m just gonna take a look, okay? We gotta stop the bleeding, I’ve got you, sweet (girl/boy).”

» your tear stained, puffy, red face makes his heart ache but he waits for you to nod before removing the towel

» gives you a kiss to the temple after determining you do in fact need to be bandaged up and scoops you off of the floor, holding you close to his chest

» he’ll take you to the bathroom and get you fixed up before pulling your head to his chest, arms wrapped around you and hands rubbing your back as you come down from your panicked state

» you don’t even have to explain anything to him bc he just knows, he’s well aware of the stories you told him of past relationships and how you got those scars on your body.

» also becomes furious every time but will not let it show, all he cares about is keeping you grounded as you listen to his heartbeat against your cheek

» you murmur a soft “thank you” to him once the tears cease and he simply hums in response, reminding you no thanks is necessary because he does this out of his deep love for you.

» “You’ll never have to feel unsafe again, dove, I’ll always come to you... I’ll always be right here.”

[lancermylove]

Threatened Reader (HC)

Fandom: BSTS

Pairing: Kei x Reader, Rindou x Reader, Mokuren x Reader, Kokuyou x Reader, Mizuki x Reader

Warning: ANGST!!!!! Suicide, depression, violence, PTSD, blood, violence

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Hello! I saw your Leaders X Reader..I wanted to requested..One too! So can I request a Leader X Reader, A reader ignoring their lover because a random fangirl said so or They will Kill her? The leader gets sad and keep forcing them to talk to them but when she yelled at them for the reason she ignored them she gets a bullet shot on her head?....I just want to know how they would react to that can you do a headcannon? If you can’t do this because it’s so sad and stuff, you don’t need to do it! :)

A/N: Dark, but I like the idea! This is going to get seriously dark, so if you can’t handle stuff like this, then please do not read any further. I AM SERIOULY! TURN AROUND NOW. Might I suggest reading some of my BSTS fluff hcs instead? 

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Prologue: 

"Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?" The anxiety and desperation in his voice were evident.

"Just leave me alone!" It pained you to say those words, but you had no choice. You chose to keep your back to him, no wanting to see his distressed expressions.

You wish that you had never met the insane fangirl on that accursed day. Her words kept ringing in your ears over and over. Stay away from him, or else I will kill you.

You would've taken her threat with a grain of salt had it not been for the crazed look in her eyes. She meant every word.

While you were busy with your thoughts, you failed to notice your lover behind you. He quickly wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"Don't do this to me."

No matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't get out of his iron grip.  As you continue your attempt to get out of his hold, your eyes rapidly scanned the area. You prayed that she was not around.

"Enough! At least tell me why you're doing this!?"

The anger in his voice snapped something inside you. "Because I don't want to die!"

"What?" His grasp around you loosened as he stared in shock.

"One of your fans threatened me! She said to stay away from you if I don't want to die." You sighed, "Please, j-just leave-"

Before you could finish your sentence, a loud bang rang through the empty street.

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Kei 

Kei's terror-filled eyes stared at your pallid face. Despite being in shock, he quickly took your body in his arm to prevent you from hitting the concrete road. 

He attempted to call out your name, but words refused to come out of his quivering lips. 

Kei couldn't tear his eyes from the hole in your forehead. He held your cold body close to him as his eyes stung and vision blurred. His body and mind slowly went numb.

Since that day, Kei had not rested once. His only desire in life was to find your murderer and make them pay. To reach this goal, he used everything he had: money, power, and connections. 

With every passing day, his heart grew heavier, and his mind weaker. Your shrilling voice echoed in his ears. I don't want to die. 

Your bloody, distorted face appeared in front of his lifeless eyes. One of your fans threatened me. Kei shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. She said to stay away from you if I don't want to die. He covered his ears with his clammy hands in hopes of escaping from his nightmare. You killed me. 

"Sir. She's here." 

Kei snapped out of his trance and quickly shifted his gaze to the girl walking towards him. 

"Kei! I can't believe this! I'm such a huge fan." 

He ignored her words and ordered his guard to leave. As soon as they were alone, his blood-shot eyes glared at the girl, causing her to freeze. 

"You will pay for what you did to her." With those words, Kei aimed his gun to her forehead and pulled the trigger. 

He felt little remorse as he watched her corpse hit the ground. His only goal in life, now fulfilled. 

Kei lifted his eyes to the heavens and mustered a weak smile, "What am I supposed to do now? I never imagined a life without you." 

He closed his tired eyes but soon opened them when he felt raindrops hitting his face.

"Are you crying? Please, don't cry." He brought his hand next to his forehead, "You are my world, and a life without you is not worth living."

Another gunshot reverberated through the empty grounds.

Rindou 

Rindou stepped back a little, his mind went blank, and his vision blurred. 

Time froze as he stared at your startled face. His eyes wandered up to the hole in your forehead and watched the blood oozing out. 

Only when you hit the ground with a loud thud did his mind register the situation. 

He fell to his knees and reached a trembling hand to you as your name escaped from his chapped lips.

His fingertips lost their warmth as soon as they came in contact with your body. Rindou gasped and covered his mouth, tears racing down his now pale skin. "N-No."

After that day, Rindou slowly began to change. He couldn't focus on his performances and failed to deliver to his fans. 

Soon after, he stopped going to Starless all together. The cast members of Starless attempted to help him, but not even they could save him from the repeating voice in his mind. It's your fault. 

The darkness within him grew, consuming every part of his mind and soul until he could no longer see the light.

The image of your pale, blood-covered corpse dancing in his eyes. Your horrified expressions still fresh in his mind. 

Rindou could no longer take it. He grabbed his hair and started laughing. His laughter growing louder and louder by the second. 

"Maica, do you think he will be alright?" Sinju looked at the magenta-haired man next to him. 

"I don't know." That was all he could manage to say as they walked past a sign that read Psychiatric Ward. 

Kokuyou

Kokuyou winced in pain and covered his ears, trying hard to maintain his balance. A constant beeping sound rang through his ears. 

Despite being in agony, his eyes desperately searched for you. He made out a figure on the ground and crawled towards it. 

As he got closer, Kokuyou's vision came into focus. He looked at your red-stained face in horror. 

Forgetting his ringing ears, he scooped you in his arm and gently stroked your cheek with his fingertips. 

His bloodcurdling scream resounded through the streets. 

Kokuyou's anger issues had grown out of hand. He snapped at every person who spoke to him, disregarding their words. 

His madness to find your killer even forced him to abandon Starless, the one that mattered to him above all. 

He searched day and night until he found her- the demon that took your life. He could have gone to the police, but no, he wanted to end her with his own hands. 

Even after he succeeded in avenging you, he was not at peace. Your memories, your smile, your words, and your corpse haunted him day and night. 

Kokuyou pushed everyone away from him. She died because of you. The voice told him. You promised to protect her but failed. 

He even distanced himself from the cast members of Starless as the what-if scenarios toyed with his mind. What if you can't protect them? What if they also die? What if they suffer the same fate as her?

Kokuyou slowly backed into a lonely corner. A corner where he didn't have to protect anyone. A corner where he wouldn't have to watch a loved one die ever again. 

Mokuren

Mokuren stood paralyzed, watching you collapse to the ground. As their eyes studied your drained face, a knot began to form in their stomach. 

Falling to their knees, Mokuren bent over to the side and threw up. They held on to their head tightly as everything around them spun. Small patches of black clouded his vision. 

Mokuren got one last glimpse of your contorted face before blacking out. 

They pretended to be fine, but the cast members saw right through them. They knew Moku was bottling his sadness and forcing it into the abyss of their heart. They knew their leader was growing weak. They knew. But they could do nothing. 

Mokuren only danced. They refused to rest, eat, or sleep. Whether at home or Starless, they only danced. 

They ignored their tired muscles, their screaming mind, their blurred vision, their bleeding soles, their aching heart, and only danced.  

They disregarded Qu's words and concerns. Mokuren, please stop. You are hurting yourself. You are poison yourself.

They didn't care. They were willing to drink the poison, even if it lands them in the hospital or even kills them. 

Mokuren said it once, and they will say it again, "Dance is all that I have." 

They once had something more than dance, but they failed to protect it. Now, they are repenting for it. 

Mizuki

Mizuki caught you in his arms and fell to his knees. Not being able to understand the situation, he screamed your name. 

"Yah, wake up! Why the hell are ya not wakin' up!?" He shook your body furiously. Only when red drops landed on his hands did Mizuki realize the situation. 

"W-Why?" The young boy hugged you close to him, not caring that your blood seaped into his clothes. 

Tears stained his horrified face as he rocked back and forth, still holding onto you. 

Mizuki had developed a temper, even worse than the one he had before. He forgot how to smile and only knew how to destroy.

He searched day and night for your murderer, disregarding his health and responsibilities. But in the end, he found her. He found the one responsible. 

He yelled at her, made her cry, and then silenced her permanently. Mizuki sat next to her and stared at her, his mind losing the last bit of innocence it held. 

He tried his hardest to quiet the annoying voice in his head. Again. But it kept coming back. Do it, again. 

Exhausted, he gave in. He decided to jump headfirst into the darkness and joined a gang. 

Your voice, blaming him for your death, had finally died down; instead, a new voice had taken over. More blood. I want more blood. Kill. Kill. KILL.

[cupsofsuga]

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ ☕️} NOTE - a faint trigger warning for jungkook’s part! there’s some heavy violence in there! again, viewer discretion is advised!!

{ 💐} ANON ASKED - ❝ Hcs abt yan! Fanboy! Bts with their idol! S/o publicising their relationship but he ends up getting a ton of backlash from their s/o's fans? ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

the flashes of the camera and the sensitivity of his shattered self-image left alone to be toyed with wasn’t exactly seokjin’s idea of a happy future

all he ever craved was to just bathe is his bewitchment with his youth

he’d do just about anything to hold the past in his grasp just once more

jin swears he can still imagine fidgeting with the shrivels of orange peels as you two try to speak over the lunchroom chatter or how you two fell asleep in willow trees, ignoring the fact that your face will potentially be on a milk carton by the time the sun rises

but, the glimmering fate of fame had snatched you away with its colorful patterns and it’s facade adorned with glitter

and this eternal ache within jin’s chest has cunning ways of slithering into his bloodstream and gripping his heart with its tenacious grip on a day-to-day basis

he can feel the magical, youthful soul he fell so deeply infatuated with start to depart from its host just to be replaced by the molded personality this company you signed with assigned for you to wear

and nothing makes him more livid than these money-hungry freaks that bark and yap at you like dogs and have no formed concept of respect

like that one humid july afternoon where, once again, paparazzi pried into one of your café dates and ruined the blessed day

yes, jin did take part in ruining the day by socking one of the men in the nose and shattering their camera on the pavement, but it was totally their fault!

all has been forgiven, anyways!

but, it wasn’t until he caught sight of you falling under the spell of these master manipulators and found you beginning to alter the vision of yourself did jin finally snap

this life is not for you, nor is it for him

you two were supposed to spend your days in a claustrophobic studio apartment with two cats, not dressing yourself with cheap smiles and blinding your vision under the burning spotlight!

so, this leaves you waking up the lavender-scented sheets lied in an unknown place

the faint pitter-patter of pots and pans echoed from down the hall of the place you’ve now deemed as your childhood home

jin sits in the kitchen, cooking up breakfast for you and humming a tune, daydreaming of fairytale-induced future that is held for you two lovers

now, you both won’t have to worry about the heavy burden of fans, paparazzi and all of that! you two can finally live in tranquility!

you two can finally be happy…

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

with an array of plastic bags containing all sorts of foods to feast on for the following week, you enter your humble adobe

and as you attempt to lock the door behind you with your pre-occupied hands, you mentally prepare yourself for the golden retriever of a man who will soon pounce on you with a wagging tail

but, this is not what occurs

with furrowed brows, you find the scrawny figure tucked into the couch while hushed sobs echo in the eerily quiet room

and you could’ve sworn yoongi waltzed straight out a renaissance painting with how undeniably immaculate the sight before you looked

small, cherubic face, feline-like eyes and glitter tears; all resembled a brilliant work of art that could leave one starstruck

but, that was not valid now, as you silently prayed for the glasses held in the bag as they tumbled to the floor once he stumbled over and clung onto you like a lifeline

you both sat on the floor, tenacious grip refusing to weaken as yoongi’s tears dampened your shirt

he’s had days like this before, where the man’s grip is inevitable and tears could just about flood the place

no matter how many times you reassure him with your sugary-pink voice that he is all you desire and crave, nasty trolls online still manage to crawl under his skin

yoongi is perfect in your eyes, but, every day he fails to see this

those poisonous comments mocking his height and weight or anything as little as the shirt he wore on a specific day all have clever ways of triggering the waterfall

he sees that he is not a good boyfriend, and you deserve somebody else

someone who isn’t just a nobody, someone who has worthy potential in this life, someone who could illuminate the galaxy simply with their smile

someone who deserves to stand by your side

but then you hold him in your warm embrace and speak words of honey, and alas, yoongi has found nirvana

although this isn’t the anecdote for his insecurities, to simply be held by you is such a privilege

and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

━━━ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

you remember vividly of those poisonous comments directed towards your lover

they gossiped and chirped about how you would be more satisfied with some actor you don't even remember the name of, which was the very first manifestation of the downfall

there is the guilt that seeps in your bloodstream and sheer rage that could crumble galaxies with its force

you confront hoseok, watching the pearl of his eyes glisten under your stare as you reassure him that the comments don’t differ your infatuation in the slightest

but, much to your surprise, the sensitive boy agrees

he shares no inkling of attention to the haters and instead mentions a cat café he wanted to visit later that day with you, eyes filled with stars and all

hoseok and his disturbing eloquence; a cunning distraction of the awaiting prophecy

having to dwell in the comments and opinions laced with fury and venom, you could practically feel their fire through your phone screen

and as days pass by, spending hours with your puppy-dog of a lover, you catch yourself agreeing with them

this must not be your fate, it can’t be...

you refuse to be one who lets others dictate your opinions, especially about something so valid to you

but, as time passes, opinions reeling within your mind, you find disgust in his touch and rage in his smile

and you fear what just might happen if you touch the revelation

a virus, a parasite, a burden, all of the things they told you, you believed!

and you bet hoseok refused to let this settle in

so, as you lie in your state of slumber, you are oblivious to the man before you who’s rage fills the room like smoke

an act of rebellion, the sun seeping into the night sky; entirely an inhuman act

he has become ruthless, spitting out insults and threats of their supposed death to the people who have wronged you two and had the guts to dare brainwash you into believing their filthy lies!!

your future alongside hoseok is inevitable and your infatuation is eternal, a love that is indestructible and legendary

always and forever, your love shall be sacred...

and as the computer light dims and hoseok crawls back into your embrace, he has found that sugary-sweet tranquility that rests within his heart whenever he lies in your presence

alas, hoseok has found warmth in the winter storm.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

a fairytale, a sunlit infatuation that burns

something holy that namjoon holds close to his heart

but, as these comments crawl like insects under his skin, his tenacious grip on your heart begins to weaken

every waking moment now is spent in eternal panic for the potential future without you by his side, all because of the demons that lurk in your comment section

the whispering and gossip, mocking namjoon of his place as your lover and how he was undeserving to have the privilege of standing by your side

insults hit him like bullet wounds and resemble a stake to his heart

and then the pit; the pit he despises so, so much returns and the loneliness sinks like lead in his stomach

the entirety of his childhood, the burdening comments of his father, the neglect of his mother, his money-hungry friends, every revelation of his loneliness returns once again

he is alone; so utterly alone that he spends his nights clinging onto your pillow, inhaling your flowery musk and crying out for his lover

you can’t leave him, you can’t!

you have to love him, just as much as he loves you!!

if he doesn’t have you then he has nothing!!!! can’t you see!?!?!

not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again notagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagain. don’t leave him don’t leave him DON’T LEAVE HIM

wobbling to his bedroom, he thrashes, yells and throws any item within his grip and shatters it against the wall

there’s the fury that resembles a fire-breathing dragon as he destroys his neatly made bedroom, cursing so loud that the housekeepers a floor down fear for his safety

namjoon cannot find sanity; he cannot find clarity in this moment of chaos

there are wars and disasters that take place within his mind and the pit within him only sinks lower with every passing second

finding his closet, he drops to his knees before the shrine kept hidden behind expensive suits and sobs

he cries for his lover, praying with whatever strength left in his body that you’ll never depart from him and your infatuation will never once weaken

namjoon falls limp onto the ground, curling himself into a ball and weeping out into the carpet

just, for now, he is eternally caught in the revelation of chaos

only your sugary-sweet, lavender-scented reassurance will rescue him in this warzone

you’re his savior, his knight in shining armor

he doesn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t love him.

━━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

dressing in faux pearly smiles and hushing down your anger as the interviewer cunningly spoke words of poison to jimin was in every means an everlasting burden

fame was intended to be a gift, not torture

everyone would lionize you and bow down to you as if you were some all-mighty god who graced this earth, as satan’s contract listed

being an eternal victim of the microscope and listening as people barked and yapped perverted comments and words of envy, jimin resembles the sun in a cold night

throughout your busy schedule, the ephemeral moments spent with your lover were enchanted and served as a satisfactory breath of fresh air

i mean yes, there were those times where his possessive nature bled through the bandaids and fans concluded him as abusive, but, that wasn’t true!

these filthy opinions have little to none power over either of you… or that’s what you assumed

walking back into your changing room after a god awful interview, you find your lover nestled into the couch as his shoulders shake from hushed sobs

you find the screen plastered in front of him which played your previous interview, watching as the woman from earlier validate his horrible reputation and slyly agreed with the false accusations

without an inkling of a second thought, you rush over, cooing as he jolted from your sudden, but gentle, touch

those narrowing eyes, hushed words of gossip, insecurities laced with venom that resemble an ice prick to his heart had him powerless in his stance

and as you enter his tunnel of vision, he finds an oasis in the midst of chaos

jimin clings onto you as if your a life preserver in the ocean, a single star in the vast galaxy, an inkling of tranquility held in the state of a war-zone

you feel tears rest on your shoulder, the sharp prick of his nails on your back from his tenacious grip as you coo and comfort your lover of his sorrows

he pleads and cries for you to remain by his side and not to listen to their lies, and of course, you reassure him on your candied-voice that nothing they say could weaken your adoration

and even in the midst of a downfall, he has found nirvana in your touch

even in the midst of anarchy, jimin has found euphoria.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

taehyung meets with a chauffeur as his final period in school comes to an end, a gentle smile forming upon his face as he knows what follows

of course, being an idol and receiving a high income, you just had to coddle your lover in every possible way

he climbs into the vehicle, careful not the stain the immaculate black leather seats with his paint-splattered hands

the revelation of you spoiling him rotten due to your infatuation never fails to have taehyung blushing like a lovestruck teenager and melting into the seat before him

although he is alone, the buzz of elation that settles within his heart sends him into a frenzy for your love that he will soon meet face-to-face with

and as he’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone in the secluded area of the backseat, he stumbles across an article

there was a picture of you and him plastered on the front page with a cunningly negative title, sparking his frightful curiosity

throughout the pages, taehyung witnesses as the writer pick and prods at his self-image, claiming a boy who grew up with nothing surely was undeserving of living a second with a star

he is worthless, an obsessive freak, in every means a burden to his light

but it wasn’t true! they don’t know what they’re talking about!

you love him! why else would you send him a chauffeur for his liking!

this article… it’s all lies! it has to be!

taehyung soon feels his lungs collapse and his throat tighten, choking on the sorrows that build up in his stomach

an epiphany that he was soon to relish in, but, never in a million years would he be ready to face the reality that he doesn't deserve someone as undeniably perfect as you

he then brings his knees to his chest, screams like banshees that echo and reverberate in his eardrums

there’s heavy rain that flows down his cheeks, sobs that could shatter cities with its force and crumble galaxies to nothing but ashes

the silk heart taehyung possesses has been held in the grasp of a dying light, and he would do just about anything to feel the warm embrace of aphrodite herself

you love him, you must!

taehyung doesn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t…

━━━ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

jungkook sees these comments and he is livid

the explosion of his fragility, every particle of his very being now tainted

god, the things he’d do to get his hands on these scums who dared to assume they have the right to speak of you in such a manner

jungkook would be infatuated by their screams of agony as he plucks off their fingers one by one, a sadistic grin growing on his lips at the simple thought

oh, how they’d bleed and beg for mercy and apologize over and over for the heinous crimes they committed

and he’d torture them for eternity, days upon days of torment and cries in the blood-splattered shed

what a dream their pain would be

tears stain his phone screen as he scrolls through the venomous comments from a video taken just a few weeks ago

you see, your lover has a temper, and if you proceed to poke the bear, his anger strikes like satan had entered this very realm

and when that man spoke blasphemy about who your destined lover should be, jungkook blew up like a ticking bomb and proceeded to strike the man until he was nothing but a bloody pulp left on the sidewalk

and then, in the midst of these blood-induced fantasies, he hears it, the jingle of keys which could conquer any melody that exists

like some lovesick golden retriever, jungkook races to the sound to greet you

as you snap your coat undone, you’re suddenly engulfed into a tenacious embrace by the puppy himself

the calm after the storm, the light in the eternal abyss, jungkook has found what’s holy in this disgusting world

your sweet fragrance, gentle hair and ethereal caress; he had forgotten what he was upset about, to begin with

moving to keep you at arm's length, you find his eyes adorned with dreams

there’s infatuation swimming in his irises and petals within the lovesick smile plastered upon his face

all because of you, the single daisy in a winter storm

there are still tears that seep from his eyes, but, he’s come to the conclusion that they must be tears of joy

alas, jungkook has found euphoria.

[hisoknen]

𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤/𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖

1/06/2022

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𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  Jessica Claus / Jessie Kringle was  known  as  the  friendly  &  exciteable sheriff of the North Pole with  a  reputation  for  being  a  Alexandra Breckenridge  doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  hero light practicing witch  has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  mild-tempered &  rambunctious.   let’s  see  how  long  the  seasonal realms native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they’re  only forty  /  one thousand, seven hundred and forty-nine years old .   +  she/her  &  cismale  ,  oc

Hey guys it’s jer again. Third character incoming, and surely not the last. I’ve got the fever for more cowbell. Below you can find Mrs. North’s full extensive bio, but I’ll go ahead and sum it up above the cut unless no one chooses to read:

It’s Jessica Claus Kringle North, but Ma’am works great. She also responds well to gumdrop depending on how ryan reynolds the voice sounds.

She’s spitfire in a glass mug, served with a splash of milk and warm cookies

She was born with the biggest motherly bone that just so happens to be the heart that she wears on her sleeve.

She’s a witch farm girl, entirely scared of her powers..

She’s the sheriff of the North Pole, and will literally whip out a pistol to protect her husband. Sometimes, she’s a little hasty about this and knows this, so she’ll apologize with a warm plate of cookies.

PERSONALITY

She’s a friendly, excitable cowgirl, and thrives on love. She is sassy, sweet, cute, athletic, and has a habit of speaking loudly when she is happy or excited. She is a philanthropist and humanitarian who is deeply concerned for the children of the world. Her broad outlook on life has always allowed her to see the bigger picture and too often has caused her to stubbornly shy away from minute details. She has a romantic personality that focuses more on her dreams and ambitions instead.

She cam become timid, uncertain, and ungrateful putting the blame for her troubles on others instead of realizing that they are her own. She is extremely stubborn and never backs down from a fight. She is always right, even when she’s wrong and she’ll refuse to speak to you until you tell her you were wrong. She can be quite argumentative when she’s passionate about things, and she’s not afraid to threaten anyone twice her size.

POWERS

Species: Light Practicing Pagan Witch. Pagan witches were known to have worshipped the old gods and derived their power from them. Jessie’s hometown was known to

Abilities:

Enchantment: The power to imbue a person or object with a magical capability.

Spell Casting: The power to change, manipulate and control objects, events, actions and phenomena through the use of incantations, commands, rituals, gestures or pure sheer force of will.

Warding: The power to place protection spells and wards on places and people, shielding them from harm or danger.

Portal Opening: The power to open a portal to another dimension.

AESTHETICS

a toasty winter fire in a cozy cabin on the ranch

snow flurries atop a warm bundle of fiery red hair

the smells of cinnamon, sugar, and 

chocolate coming from three separate ovens in a kitchen.

fancy doily aprons clashing with leather cowboy boots

the prettiest handwriting you've ever seen on letters stamped with love

sugar coated kisses, and chesnut roasted hugs

convienently placed mistletoe around every corner of the house

the lights of christmas spirit all year round

rosey cheeks and red tipped noses to match a perfectly placed red bandana

messages of devotion written in snow

a single barrel pointed at you if you forget your manners

a snow fort to protect the cattle just in case the snowball fight gets to rowdy

sounds of jingle bells from studds in boots

friendship that lasts longer than a cow hitch

a sheriff's badge a Colt Dragoon a spellbook and a cookbook all resting on the same shelf

HCS

She's the world's biggest pen pal, because sometimes she writes letters to children in Santa's name.

She’s the Sheriff of the North Pole and wears that badge proudly.

She’s an excellent homemaker, and big on superfoods. This year it’s Kale, last year it was quinoa, and the year before? Beets. 

She doesn’t trust the elves, and often blames anything she can on them.

She is constantly bringing reindeer home to their ranch that’s nearly overrun with cattle.

She tried teaching in the North Pole, for only a few years, though she didn’t have the patience for her students, the Yeti’s. 

She’s still scared of her magic, and only uses it when her husband is in close proximity.

She exudes toughness and is one to lay out the law plainly, but breaks her own rules for her loved ones.

She is horribly claustrophobic

She always wears bandanas. 

BIOGRAPHY

Her father was a religious man with a prodigal daughter. 

She was born with a mark that she was forced to cover up since she could remember. It was an 8 pointed star splattered on her skin in a gray ash color just below her jaw on the right side of her face. Even as a toddler the bandanas and scarves she went through irritated her skin, and made her mark feel bigger than it was. 

The first time Jessie ever used magic, she was in her late teens. It was on accident. It felt suppressed. It surprised her and everyone around her. It scared her. It felt both unnatural, yet oddly familiar, as if it was something she had within all along. It was something she felt in her heart. It was a secret guilt hidden behind every smile that was reflected towards her father. 

When his wife passed away, he thought his family would slip apart. He didn’t mean to make it so that his 8 year old daughter would piece them back together. She  tried her hardest to tend to the stables, when her father drank his pain away.  She tried her best at sewing and knitting when her brothers outgrew of their clothes. She cooked nice and warm home cooked meals for the men in her family so they wouldn’t starve over the last piece of bread from the bakery.  She learned to bake for survival. She learned to pick frowns from chins and turn them upside down. She learned how to hold a pistol to any intruder, and often did so when her father would come home in drunken fits without a penny to his name. She quit school, and became the conglomerate of every household task her late mother left behind. Despite trying so hard, she feared that she was never good enough to take that role.

She feared leaving her family, and their small little farm. 

At the tiny age of 17, those ideals had all changed. She was in love, well, she had been in love ( since, well, she couldn’t hecking remember when ) but she’d declared that it was the love she could finally accept. It was a love she would  return despite the guilt of leaving her siblings behind with their abusive father.

She was in love with the strange boy with pointy ears, fairy wings, and a magical smile that only she was able to see, and she wanted to do as he asked and spend the rest of her life with him and their unborn child.  She wanted to protect that boy, she wanted to laugh with him, and she wanted to feel safe with him always. She made a promise to him, to always be there when he needed catching even if it was from the highest tree. 

So she’d tucked her brothers into bed, told them one final story about the nice man who wold leave them presents under the pine tree if they said their final prayers every night before bed. 

She thought her father was oblivious to her escape, but that was a tender dream that turned into a horrible reality.  Her father had his own opinions about the boy. Her father protested. He believed Kris Kringle was a product of evil, and he thought that the boy was poisoning his little girl. He didn’t ever conclude that they’d fallen in love, were on their way to elope, nor would he ever wrap his head around a grandchild that he could never want.

Jessie faced betrayal for the first time that night, in herself.

She didn’t mean for it to happen. She could have sworn that she’d placed the single barrel Colt revolver on the highest shelf out of reach. She could have sworn it was unloaded, even as it was pointed at Kris.  She tried to reason on his behalf, and she tried to remain calm. She thought she was protecting her new family, but instead wounded her old one. Her father pulled the trigger, aimed it between her lover’s eyes, yet received the bullet in his own shoulder. It was magic, and for once, her father knew it wasn’t fae magic. 

Jessie’s arm extended before him, a magical barrier caused the bullet to ricochet and hit her father instead. They were all stunned as the scarlet billows painted the snow at her father’s boots.

The couple made their escape as her father’s bicep bled out, but it was the final choice she’d have to choose in picking her husband over her family. She could hear her father’s calls in the dead of the night, “ Witch” days after.

They found a cabin. They lived happily. 

She gave birth to their little girl, Noelle, and with the help of her new husband she learned to control her magic. Kris taught her how to love the ugly, and scary parts of herself, and she returned the favor. Noelle’s laughter was the hope and warmth they needed to survive those harsh winters in their cozy new home. All was right and bright until it wasn’t.

The hardest winter came with a mob three years later. Her husband hadn’t come home. Noelle lay fast asleep as Jessie peaked through heavily curtained windows in the cabin. Until she saw the pitchforks and torches. The familiar faces of her brothers and father led the angered group of citizens into her home. She watched them tear about her new belongings, as she clutched onto her daughter for safety. She pressed soft palms into her daughter’s ears as they’d explained what they did to her husband. She covered Noelle’s eyes, as they let her burn to a crisp. She squeezed her daughter in her arms as they took away what was left of her hope. She cried tears of grief as Noelle suggested she’d seen Daddy on the way to her old home. 

She was locked away for months.

Jessie’s father thought that if she repented in her darkness she would be cured and cleansed from the evil that lurked in her blood. He locked her away, and kept her child from her. He prayed with his daughter, for her and to her until Jessie found herself mindlessly muttering those same prayers back. It was working, her father would explain with a smile on his face in between supervised visits with Noelle.

Jessie would smile and nod, though, she knew in her heart they were silent prayers for her daughter’s safety and peace for her late husband. It was working well in her mind too, in an odd way. Tucking her daughter’s red locks behind her hair, she agreed to the baptism.

It was a hot summer. She remembered feeling as if her hair had set fire. Despite how thin her garment was she felt as if she were sweating. Her red haired braids felt frizzy against the hot dry air. She was told would rise from the waters a clean and pure woman. Her soul, along with baby Noelle’s would be cleansed, but she was hardly given a chance.

When she floated in the water everything changed. Eyes of horror witnessed and accused her of renouncing her baptism and entering the Devil’s service. She was held down by her arms, and sentenced by her own father to drown in that lake. She yelled for her daughter, she yelled for Kris. She shrieked in fear as her life was taken from her. Her final sight, however, was a blessing from the god’s. She watched her daughter turn away from the horror’s lead by her husband. 

The man in the moon saved her.

Or at least that’s what she’s lead to believe. He’d saved her husband, Kris. He’d saved many others. And while she couldn’t feel fully saved without any knowledge of her daughter’s whereabouts it was good enough.  She didn’t have any memory of an afterlife. She had no recollection of how much time she’d spent in that water. She didn’t know where her daughter was, but she knew to follow a star that matched her birthmark, north.

She found her husband by following a trail of wooden carved toys. She found her light, her happiness, and her meaning. 

The North Star led her way to that ranch. She was shivering, cold, and nearly discarded, but she’d felt more alive than ever as she ran into her husband’s arms. 

She lives comfortably in her home, on her ranch, with plenty of reindeer, yetis and elves. She helps spread the Christmas cheer with North. She wishes to protect her new family, find her daughter, and make sure everyone still has that hope in their hearts.

RESOURCES

https://riverdale.fandom.com/wiki/Witch

https://christmas-specials.fandom.com/wiki/Jessica_Claus

https://www.womenshistory.org/education-resources/biographies/annie-oakley

ADDITIONAL LINKS

https://www.pinterest.com/latinkesha/ch-bazooka-jane/

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word count: 2605

pairing: upgraded connor | rk900/gender-neutral!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: ya boi is an idiot who made more wips than he could handle,,,, but anyway i wanted to write a nines fic because,,,,,,,,,,,, idk inspiration struck? i must admit i had no idea where i was going w this fic skfksfjaskdfhjk btw nines is deviant in this fic, i just have a hc that since he was forced into deviancy (unlike the 3 protagonists who reached some sort of catharsis) he isn’t as familiar with emotions as those 3, hence his difficulty identifying and expressing them. also rk800-60 and rk900 have assigned names, being colin (nickname sixty) and conan (nickname nines) respectively. connor is just connor lmao,,,,, i am god in my fics and i decide that my 3 bois are bros and happy lil deviants,,,, mk, go!

the ambiance inside the bar was loud and suffocating. many people came to celebrate an officer’s promotion to detective, and while nines wasn’t particularly close to them, he showed up regardless (although a certain duo of rk800 models may or may not have had something to do with his decision). mere formalities; he politely congratulated them and stepped away to ruminate on his own in a corner, absently watching the scene in front of him. for a reason that escaped him, he was (disappointed?) (hurt?) that you got along with colin. he still experienced anomalies in his system when near you, even after being told that he was perfectly fine at the maintenance centre. if the problem wasn’t from within, then there was only one probable cause: an outside factor. a recurring event. one that triggered these anomalies. you.

so he requested to change partners. now, he really wished he didn’t.

while you have taken to your new partner wonderfully, he wasn’t as gracious with his. between reed’s incessant snide remarks and overall unwillingness to cooperate, he’d much rather be deactivated. he found himself missing your partnership. for one, your cooperativeness was a relief. you were determined, passionate and kind. truthfully, he missed you. the shine in your eyes when you find a lead, your composure and professionalism, the soothing quality of your voice, the way you’d let you hand linger in his, how your features softened when you smiled—smiled at hi— he caught himself. why did that last part come to mind? how did you still manage to affect him when you’re so far away? he was about to check why when a laughter caught his attention. your wonderful laughter. One he was oh so familiar with. you were laughing with his brother, probably at another of his bad jokes. seeing you happy with him stirred an ugly feeling inside him. one that he did not recognise nor acknowledge. one that caused him to glare at his older counterpart.

he was miserable after parting ways from you, having to deal with reed’s complaining. he was hurt, he was away from you and it didn’t feel right. this distance between you two manifested as physical pain on his part, so how come you were fine? how were you able to move on in your life as if nothing happened? sadness and hurt turned into something more despicable: how dare you not feel the same pain he did? seeing you so happy twisted the knife deeper in his heart. how could you? conflicting emotions; he wanted to see you happy. he also wanted to see you suffer with him.

his glowering must’ve been pretty obvious as connor “addressed” him, asking if he was alright, to which he replied with a curt « all systems fully functional ». clearly the wrong answer as the rk800 frowned slightly and asked him to follow him. nines did as told. you watched him as he left, but he’d never know that.

the alleyway wasn’t the cleanest of places, but it was private and quiet enough that the two could converse verbally. connor watched his younger brother, concern in his eyes, and tentatively threaded the topic of his relationship with you. nines squinted his eyes fractionally as he observed his brother, pausing before dismissing anything connor may have assumed: « i don’t know what you’re trying to insinuate. the older model raised a brow in as he doubted his younger counterpart’s words. – you’ve been scowling at them for the past few minutes. – everything is perfectly fine between me and the detective. he forced out, probably more defensive and harsh than he meant it to be, as his brother’s eyes widened slightly, flashing with something akin to recognition. there was a pause before connor spoke up. – are you… jealous? he finally asked. »

nines looked a bit more than scandalised as the thought of being jealous, face contorted to slight disgust: « that’s preposterous. he scoffed. jealous? jealous of what? connor thought back about the scene before he intervened: nines was glaring intensely at you and colin, just after you laughed at one of his quips. – well for one, of collin. how he managed to get [ ᶠᴵᴿˢᵀ ᴺᴬᴹᴱ ]’s attention. maybe you’re yearning for theirs, for their affection. his proposition has certainly made nines realise something as his eyes widened, making him look like a deer caught in the headlights. – what are you trying to say? his voice wavered in unsurety. – what i’m trying to say is tha— » he didn’t manage to finish his statement as another voice, not too dissimilar to his own cut him off, announcing how “nines had the hots” for you. connor looked slightly irked at being interrupted while nines quickly dismissed the statement before fully processing it. colin was slightly taken aback by the quick rejection, before smirked mischievously: « great! then you wouldn’t mind if i asked them out right? – colin! exclaimed his twin. »

a sudden rage took over nines’ body as he pushed colin out of the doorway and stormed back inside the bar. a few beats passed before connor threw a chastising look at his twin, which colin shrugged nonchalantly to.

yes, nines knew what dating was. he knew that if two individuals were to harbour romantic feelings for each other, they would come together and be “dating each other”. date1 /dāt/ verb gerund or present participle: dating 3. go out with (someone in whom one is romantically or sexually interested). technically, it was fine. logically, it was fine. he didn’t own you. if you were to date his brother, then that would be your choice. but the thought of you being close and loving someone other than him felt so incredibly wrong. he wanted to leave. he needed to leave. this is all too much. he had feelings for you? he needed time to digest that statement. in his rush to get out, he accidentally bumped into another person, who made a small « oof » and an apology. he was about to apologise as well when you both realised who you were talking to.

« nines! i’ve been looking for you! can we… uh, talk? » he realised from this distance that he could smell your scent: lavender, fabric softener, and something pleasant that was unmistakably you. he nodded and followed you absentmindedly. how did you have this power to erase all thoughts from his mind, make him think of you and only you? has he really fallen for you? you both went outside, a distance away from the bar’s entrance when you finally restarted the conversation: « nines. – detective. » you bit your lips at that reply, and he realised now you looked tired, that radiant smile absent. « look, nines, i- i’m not blind, okay?... i-i know when someone’s avoiding me. – what do you mean detect— – i thought i told you that it was alright to call me by my first name… look, i… by “avoiding” i mean this. acting like you don’t know me. speaking to me as if we were just “coworkers”. acting like we aren’t friends. you sounded tired, the lilt in your voice that he has grown accustomed to sullen. – i’m not avoiding you. he lied, but he knew you were smarter than that. – nines please don’t lie… this distance… between us. i don’t understand, nines. your voice cracked. what happened? Why are you doing this? »

watching you hurt inside because of him was worse than any punishment he could’ve received. any and all previous wishes for you to suffer was quickly erased. he’s much rather suffer alone than watch you break. he took hesitant steps back. away from you. distancing himself from you. you noticed his actions and whispered a desperate « nines… please… » he wanted to run away. he wanted to stay. he wanted to leave and pretend this conversation never happened. he wanted to hold you and tell you everything: his fears, his doubts, his growing affection for you. in the end, he found himself running away from his problems like a coward. you didn’t bother to chase after him, desperately crying out « please… please don’t run from me conan. », last part choked out as you tried to hold yourself together. hearing your voice crack and waver because of him was awful. he wanted to turn back. comfort you. But his body didn’t obey him. when he finally stopped to pay attention to where he was going, he was right back at his shared flat. he swallowed dryly and moved to enter his house, a solemn air around him.

the next few days were absolutely torturous. he increased his initiative to avoid you, never seen in the same place as you, much to your chagrin. an act so blatant than someone as ignorant as reed noticed, an act that become the core of his recent round of taunts. avoiding you hurt. so why did he continue to do it? the thought of approaching the subject made him go cold. it immobilised him, stopped him from uttering a single word. a quick search told him he was scared. nervous. for rejection. he doesn’t know if his heart could take much more. he does resolve to tell you one day… just… not today…

but maybe he should’ve taken the chance when it was presented to him, as he may never get one again.

you died. well, you almost did. his mind jumping to the worst case scenarios as anxiety filled his system. arrest gone wrong. gunshot. 9mm bullets embedded within your abdomen. what if it hit your vascular system? you were rushed into the er. he knew that in this profession, the chances for an individual to be shot rises. but he didn’t expect to grow so attached to one of them. so as the surgeons work to quickly remove all bullets from your body, he sat, rigid, as he waited for the procedure to be done. he fiddled anxiously with his coin when your partner placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. he mechanically glanced at its owner, who told him to not worry, that you’re “too much of a stubborn ass” to die from this event. he didn't acknowledge colin’s input as he continues to play with the quarter. he should’ve told you. told you when he had the chance.

the clock ticked. and ticked. and ticked. when finally, the surgeon informed the two that you were alright. they managed to take out all the bullets. your condition was stable. you were ok. heavily sedated and going to be in a lot of pain. but you were ok. nines didn’t stop the heavy sigh of relief that escaped him. the doctor told them that visits will be allowed as soon as you were settled in recovery. he was going to tell you. he told himself, like an unspoken promise. he was going to tell you then. it’s the least you deserve. he was going to apologise and come clean. hopefully you’ll have it in you to forgive him.

when you finally came to, your body ached, you didn’t want to move, so you settled with eyeing your room. what happened? you were chasing this guy… and he pulled out a gun… pain and then darkness. and now you’re here. the recovery room was filled with gifts and get-well soon cards. balloons of assorted colours filled the room, bouquets of diverse types of flowers adorned the table.

« you’re awake. »

you turned your head at the source, seeing connor at the doorway. « how—you cleared your throat—how long was i gone for? you asked, voice raspy. – around 3 days and a half. you’d gain consciousness a few times, but you were too heavily sedated to be fully coherent. he explained as he took a seat near the bed. you groaned. – gosh that long? connor nodded. how’s colin? – doing pretty well all things considered. he does, however, feel immensely guilty about failing to protect you. – well, tell him it’s not his fault and that i forgive everything he’s blaming himself with. you worried about him. despite sixty’s mischievous exterior, he had a tendency to get himself stuck in a depressive loop of self-deprecation. connor smiled graciously. – will do… he placed a paper cup filled with what you assumed was thirium on the floor. how are you feeling? – everything hurts but i’ll live, you quipped. » the android chuckled and was about to reply when a knock caught both of your attention. the door creaked slightly open, as nines peered in. he hesitated before asking if he may speak with you. the “alone” part being left unsaid as connor bid you farewell and left.

you and your former partner were locked in an intense stareoff, you on the bed on one end and him glued to the door on the other. he took tentative steps towards you. closing that distance. when he was besides your bed, he nervously called out your name. you parroted him, mustering out a curt « conan. » he took a deep breath that he technically didn’t need and whispered out an apology: « i… i’m sorry. for everything i’ve caused—for all the hurt i’ve caused… for what it’s worth… i never meant for all this to happen. » his voice was clipped as guilt overcame him. you watched him, silent as ever. he wished you would say something, anything. the silence was deafening.

« then please tell me why… he promised himself that he’d come clean. – i… i don’t… i don’t think i know... for sure… i experienced anomalies in my system when i was around you.. you’d consume my every thought, i’d feel immobilised and i… i’ve been told that i’m being nervous… i’ve been told that i harboured romantic feelings for you… i-i don’t know. i… i yearn for your attention, your touch, your affection… but is it right for something like me to desire such a thing? am-am i broken…? his voice was barely a whisper when he choked out the lay part, and he waited for his response, growing more anxious as each second ticked by. what if you didn’t want him? what if he wasn’t enough? – no, you aren’t broken. you shook your head. just human. »

nines. confident and assured nines was an insecure and trembling mess as he poured out all of the doubts that plagued his mind. your heart aches as you wished to comfort him, so you do. you reached out, best you can, and grabbed him into a bone crushing hug. an action that took him by surprised as he stiffened at your touch. but he soon relaxed and carefully snaked his arms around your waist, returning the hug. you slowly caressed his hair as he nuzzled into your neck.

you both stay like this for a moment, relishing in each others presence, before you spoke up again: « it’s okay to be unsure, you know. he stopped his nuzzling, indicating to you that he was listening. if you don’t feel ready at the moment… if you just wanna be friends for the time being, i’m ok with that. and if one day you decide that you want to be more, just remember i’ll be right here. » you pressed a gentle kiss on the crown of his head and stayed in that position for a while, neither wanting to part ways, but this awkwardly positioned hug took a toll on your back so the both of you half heartedly pulled away from each other. hands holding the other’s, you asked for one more request: « just promise me one thing. – anything, he breathed out. – please… don’t ever run from me again. – never. he promised, fully intending to fulfill said request. »

« thank you. »

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True Visages

(This is a WKM fic prompted by @shitload-of-muses headcannon that they submitted to @monochromemedic that the DA is haunting the manor still and whenever someone looks into the mirror they see their true selves. I fell in LOVE with this hc and couldn’t resist writing this!!!)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: a little bit of blood but that’s all.

Dark knew to stay away from the manor after everything had gone down. There was nothing there for him anymore; he was finally free. So, for years, he stayed away. He tracked and searched for Mark all while plotting his demise, but no matter what, he never planned on setting foot in the manor again.

Wilford, on the other hand, didn’t quite remember the events of the manor correctly. And, to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He’s doing just fine now, so why would he need to reminisce about the past?

Mark tried his best to forget about the manor. Of course, it was hard when the spirit of the manor was now a sentient being, chasing him down to its heart’s content. Even so, he moved far away and burned almost all the evidence of that night. He burned Damien’s suit, his pin, his shoes… but he couldn’t bring himself to throw in the bow tie. So, he wore it in remembrance of his friends. He kept it with him in hopes that it would be penance enough for the sins he had committed.

But of course, everyone must meet their maker in the end.

You never left the manor. You stayed behind; trapped inside the mirrors. You were a silent spector, stuck in between life and death, in a place untouched by reality. Loneliness made your once vibrant energy wither.

The manor, once a home bursting with life, was now all but dead inside. Nothing moved, nothing died, nothing lived. Everything in the house was stuck in the place it was left. As soon as Dark walked out of the door, the house died; leaving its inhabitants to struggle in between the lines of life and death.

Dark was brought back to the manor by necessity. Certain things had come to light, and the only way he could understand them was to come back and relive that horrible night.

As he looked unto the manor, the warm glow that he had once associated with the building had faded into an icy darkness surrounding the entire place. The yard was left unkempt; the trees had withered and weeds had taken over the flower gardens. The manor itself was untouched.

Dark put a hand on the door and felt your presence immediately. He narrowed his gaze before pushing into the main entrance.

“There’s our little monster…” a disembodied voice whispered.

Dark pushed into the house and through the entryway into the living room. He kept his eyes fixed on the room he needed.

“Celine, what are you doing here?” the voice echoed, making Dark grimace. He tuned out the creaking of the house and trudged on to the detective’s room. When he stepped inside, it was almost empty.

“So, the bastard survived, did he? I’ll have to find him later.” Dark whispered, fidgeting with the books left on the bookshelf before one clicked and the book case opened. A sly smile slipped over Dark’s face.

“Get out. I think this is quite enough.” the voice demanded, now more cohesive and understandable than before. Dark knew those words; it wasn’t you speaking. You couldn’t speak, you weren’t strong enough. So you were using the voices and the words of the dearly departed to get into his head.

Dark reached behind the bookcase and pulled out a old, dusty binder. An old record book from back when Mark would bootleg liquor for his house parties. Dark tucked it under his shoulder and made his way back to the front door.

He tried to keep his eyes forward; he did. But he couldn’t resist sneaking a peak in the broken mirror in the entrance. In place of him stood your body, broken and bruised, along with broken fragments of Celine and Damien. You stood next to the three figures, making Dark glance behind him to make sure he was, indeed, the only one there. He looked back and you sneered at him and rushed the mirror, pounding on it and screaming obscenities into the void.

He turned away in disgust, shutting the large oak doors behind him.

Wilford stumbled upon the manor sort of accidentally. He was ambling away from the police (not running, no, he probably didn’t know he was even convicted of a crime) when he fell upon the steps to Markiplier Manor once again. He felt a familiar rush of chaotic energy as he entered the home. He recognized the house, of course, but from where, he couldn’t quite place. His mustache, a bright pink on the ends, covered the frown he wore as he pushed through the heavy door.

“Ah, bully!” the house echoed the long lost words. Wilford flinched at the memories hitting him like bullets.

He stumbled through the house and down to the wine cellar. Shards of glass missed by the butler still lay unmoved and a blanket of dust coated all the bottles.

Phantom gunshots rang through the manor, driving Wilford out of the cellar and back into the living room.

“You murderer!” the voice shrieked. Wilford shook his head violently.

“I didn’t kill anyone!” he yelled, backing into the entryway. His hands traveled through his hair nervously.

“You can’t handle the truth!” a figure in the mirror screamed.

Wilford whipped around to face the accuser, to find a forgotten face staring back at him through the shattered mirror. Dressed in formal military garb, with a hard, tan helmet almost covering his eyes, The Colonel stared back at Wilford with malice. He was clutching his pistol with one hand, and the other was entwined around another figure’s hand.

He didn’t recognize you. Even as you put your hand against the mirror and shouted his name, over and over, Wilford just stared at you in fear and confusion. You screamed for him to remember you; for him to save you.

Wilford backed out of the manor carefully, never taking his eyes off of you and the Colonel. As he stumbled down the steps backwards, the door shut in front of him, and he took off running; never once looking back. Eventually, he ended up in a dance club far away. Someone gave him a drink and an Afro, and he forgot all about his living nightmare.

Mark came back to the manor to mourn. He couldn’t count the years that it had been since the poker party; he didn’t want to. He tried his best to move forward, but something was keeping him back.

As he walked into the manor, the first thing he saw was you. He stopped and gripped the bow tie in his pocket tightly, before bringing it out and laying it on the table in front of him. The fragmented mirror on the wall showed you sitting on the floor, broken and bruised and crying. You didn’t realize Mark was even there until he put a hand up to the mirror.

“I’m so sorry.” he apologized, wincing as the glass cut into his hand. “This is all my fault.”

A sharply dressed man appeared behind you and helped you up, walking you towards the edge of the mirror. Mark looked on as the body he stole from Damien held you close and consoled you. He looked exactly as he did on the night of the party, but his bow tie was missing. A tear slipped down Mark’s cheek and his breathing got heavy.

“I never thought that it’d go this far.” he whispered.

“You really knocked ‘em dead.” Damien’s sauve voice echoed as he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear before turning to Mark. “It’s not fair, is it?” he asked, his voice turning to Mark’s own. Too familiar for Mark’s liking. Damien turned back to you, “He trapped us in here with no way out.”

“He was my friend… and so was Mark.” You echoed quietly, but the voice coming out of your mouth was Damien’s. You looked up to meet Mark’s gaze and for the first time in a long time, you felt the energy to use your own words instead of borrowed ones. “You left me here to rot. You left us.”

Mark shook his head, “I didn’t mean-“

You lifted your hand to meet his on the mirror, he could’ve sworn he could feel you through the cracks. “One day, I’ll be free. We’ll be free. Until then… be careful of the dark.”

Mark blinked away a tear and suddenly you were gone. The man in the mirror was himself, and his hand was starting to bleed. He pulled his hand away and hung his head low as he walked out of the manor. He vowed never to return unless he found away to free you; to make up for the sins of his past.

[fiixer]

Sometimes I think about this dude and I get emotional.

Like, I keep thinking about Jordi in his older years. He's still among the best of the best, still the guy you really don't want to piss off, all of that stuff. However, no matter how good he is, nothing lasts forever. He'd deny the fact he's getting old(er) until he absolutely couldn't anymore.

Until he lost a fight not because something went wrong (he's used to that, things happen, no biggie, Jordi is nothing if not adaptable in those situations), but because he straight up couldn't do something anymore. Something he'd always been able to do with ease. Suddenly, he can't, and things go poorly, and it hits him that age is creeping up on him, and soon enough that something he can't do is going to become things.

The way it would eat at him, because really, that's the only thing he's ever known, the only life he's ever really known, and it's starting to seem like he doesn't have a place in it anymore. And he doesn't really know how to live a truly normal life because that's never really been part of his world...

Yeah, so I think about stuff like that every now and then sldfjsd

[terra-writes]

Paladin’s reactions to seeing their s/o kill for the first time (Part 1)

Can you please and thank you write Voltron HCs about the paladins reacting to seeing their s/o kill for the first time? I suck ass at requesting - @writing-yj

I’m so sorry for how long this took. I’ve just gotten so busy but I feel bad for not posting anything here so I hope you all enjoy this and I’ll get around to the other two requests I have soon I promise! I made these really long because these took so long for me to do and I promise to add Matt in as well as a bonus. He and Allura’s (Yes I know she’s a Paladin) will be added in an additional post just so I can get these ones out for the sake of getting something out. I’ll add a link to the others on this post when I’m able to get around to them! <3

I also can’t help but feel like I fucked up with Pidge’s and Hunk’s but these needed to get out

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood. I’m not really sure what else to mention I do go into detail with how the kill was done

Possible spoilers below for new fans (covers stuff through season 4 I think), read with caution!

Shiro:

Shiro would probably be the most okay with it

He’s a soldier first

And I see him as being a realist

Even though most of what you had been fighting were robotic sentries, there were actual living Galra on all those ships you guys blew up on a regular basis

All of you were fighting in a war, and so Shiro knew it was inevitable

You had been on a mission with the Paladins

There was a supply outpost the Blades had tipped you guys on

Your job was to set the charges while the Paladins provided cover

The mission was going smooth, and you guys hadn’t run into much trouble

That luck turned when you were all making your escape

This base wasn’t going down without a fight, and the Commander of the base ordered everyone to try and take you guys down with them

The team was pinned, and you did your best to help clear a path back to the lions

You were the only one to notice the Galra officer running up behind Shiro

He had a broken piece of pipe in his hands, and Shiro was too preoccupied with the other Glara in front of him to notice the other one gunning for his exposed back

Without thinking you rushed forward, grappling with the officer just before he could plunge the jagged end into your boyfriend

The officer was a lot stronger than you had anticipated, and threw you to the ground

You landed next to the discarded pipe, and just as the officer was launching at you to finish the job, you used your position and his momentum to drive the metal through his heart

Shiro had caught the scuffle from the corner of his eye

He had tried to go to your aid but he wasn’t fast enough to get there before you were forced to end it

He wouldn’t mention it until after the mission was over, knowing that everyone’s first priority had to be getting back to the lions

He would be quick to remind anyone of that if any of the other Paladin’s had noticed and tried to mention it however

Once everyone was back at the Castle safe and sound and checked for injuries, he would pull you aside

Even though Shiro understood that killing was necessary in war, he knew that others wouldn’t always have that same outlook

He would be there to provide comfort if you needed it

He wouldn’t be overbearing with it, but he would make sure you felt safe and secure with him

He would assure you that he would always protect you and that he’ll do his best so you’re never put in a situation like that again

If you weren’t really bothered by the ordeal, he would still try and provide some comfort, but it wouldn’t be like it was if you were really affected by it

Killing for the first time still affects everyone to some degree

Regardless, he would make an effort to be more diligent going forward

Even though he wasn’t bothered by the act itself so to speak, he still didn’t want to leave you in situations when that was necessary if he could help it

Keith:

He would be understanding like Shiro, but it would be a complete shock to him when it first happens

You were assisting Keith on a mission with the Blades

Keith didn’t want you to go at first

He knew how dangerous Blade of Marmora missions could get

And that if it came down to it, the others would leave you behind if saving you meant putting the mission at risk

That was precisely why you wanted to go though

Because if it was dangerous for you, it was dangerous for him too

And you would do anything to keep him safe, just like he would for you

But when he realized there was no convincing you to stay, he reluctantly allowed you to come with

Deep down he was touched that you cared so much about him to want to protect him

Just like he did with you

Things were going fine at first

It was on your way out that things went downhill

Sentries had spotted one of your group just before they could get into cover

With the alarm sounded, it was looking to be a tough fight to get back to the shuttle bay

Your group was currently pinned with Galra firing at you from both directions

You were able to hold you own

But it was quickly becoming apparent that your group was getting overwhelmed

That was when your hand brushed the grenade at your belt

You had forgotten about it until now

It was something Keith had given you before you boarded the cruiser, saying that he just wanted to make sure you had enough equipment to keep yourself safe just in case he wasn’t with you

You threw the grenade at the sentries, and with a new opening your group wasted no time in taking advantage of it

You were almost at he shuttle bay when you became pinned by another group of sentries

This time however, there were several Galra officers and the commander mixed in with them

Your group fought as hard as they could, and slowly but surely, you guys were able to whittle down the enemy numbers

You shot down another sentry and turned to Keith, only for your eyes to widen in horror

He was locked blade to blade with on of the other officers, and the Galra Commander was aiming his gun right at Keith’s head

No one else was available to assist him, and it was clear Keith was unable to do anything about it even if he noticed

So without thinking you reacted

You charged with your own weapon drawn, and tackled the Galra to the ground, your knife plunged deep into his throat

You pulled the blade sideways, opening up his throat before pulling it out and stabbing him in his heart

It was when the warm liquid hit your hands that you realized what you had done

Keith had seen the whole thing and he was quick to finish dispatching the Galra he was fighting and run over to you

“He was going to shoot you and everyone else was busy so I just-“

He would shush you and tell you that you two would talk about it later once the mission was over

Neither of you would say anything else until you got back to base and showered

The he would pull you aside and ask if you were okay

If you weren’t, he would do his best to comfort you, even though it was painfully awkward since he wasn’t so good with it, but you didn’t mind, it helped to know that he cared enough to try

He would also blame himself for exposing you to such a situation where you had to take a life

Not that he would ever let it show directly

If you were okay after it, he would not and pull you in for a hug, saying that he was glad you were okay

In both scenarios he would mumble a quiet and embarrassed “Thank you” for saving him

Pidge:

Pidge would probably take this the least well

Because I headcanon her as never having personally killed a living Galra while not in her lion

I don’t really count the one episode where Rover dies, Pidge wasn’t directly responsible for that

Like when fighting with the other Paladins on the ground she only ever makes killing blows on sentries since they aren’t living

And leaves the living Galra soldiers to her team members

Because she’s still just a child and she can pretend that when she takes down a cruiser that there weren’t any living soldiers on there and that it was only sentries or that they all made it to escape pods

So when the two of you were on a mission with the team

You were assigned to the control room with Pidge

You were to guard her in case anything tried to get in while Pidge was busy hacking into the facilities’ network to assist the rest of the team and download information

So far there had only been one or two sentries that had tried to enter the room

Most of the fighting seemed to be focused on where the rest of the team was located

You weren’t too worried, they were more than capable of handling themselves

Especially with Pidge providing tech support

You had let your guard drop for a brief moment

Just enough to spare a quick glance at Pidge

But that’s all it took for one of the Galra to make it into the room

They were alone, so it’s likely that they didn’t think anyone would be in here, and that they thought they could help turn the tide against the intruders by using the facilities defenses against them

They seemed just as surprised to see you two there as you guys were to see them

 All three of you froze for a brief moment, before the Galra soldier went for their weapon

The two of you aimed at each other, but not pulling the trigger

You didn’t really register the pause from the other Galra soldier at the time, so you opened fire, your inexperience making you squeeze your eyes shut as you just held the trigger down and let the bullets fly

It was only a combination of Pidge calling your name, and the clip running out that made you open your eyes again

You really wished you hadn’t

The Galra soldier was indeed dead but…

It wasn’t pretty

Almost all of the shots you fired had hit their mark, and the soldier’s entire torso was almost unrecognizable

It made you sick just looking at it, but you also couldn’t look away, you were still in shock

You were only able to move when your mind finally caught up to what was going on

They had hesitated

You felt your stomach churn at that memory

They had drawn first, but you were the one to open fire

You took one step forward, ignoring Pidge next to you

You took another, and then another one after that, walking towards the dead soldier with each step

You had to know

 You had to know why

You finally reached the body and pulled off the helmet covering their face

You were taken aback by how young they looked

It only made you feel even worse

On some level you were surprised you could even recognize what Galra youth looked like

But there was no denying it in the face of the dead soldier in front of you

They had hesitated because they were still practically a child

Just like you and Pidge

The thought of the Galra Empire employing soldiers so young brought it home to you

Pidge kept trying to call out to you until you heard her gasp and fall silent

She had managed to walk up behind you and had seen their face as well

You kept wondering if you could have ended things without bloodshed had you waited

You could tell that Pidge was thinking the same thing

The two of you were very quiet for the rest of the mission and the whole ride back to the castle

Which was worrying to the rest of the team, as it was very out of character for the two of you

Things didn’t get much better for you two after that

Pidge almost seemed scared of you, like she was finally realizing what fighting in a war really meant

Even though she cared about you, all she could picture was how you ripped apart that soldier with your weapon whenever she looked at you

It was Shiro who finally stepped in after noticing that the two of you weren’t working through things on your own, and needed a little guidance

He sat down with each of you in private to talk things through one on one, offering whatever help he could in that moment, and then he had the two of you sit down together in the same room

None of you were allowed to leave until you reached a solution for your current predicament

It took a long time, but eventually you two were able to get past the whole ordeal

Pidge still didn’t like the idea of having to kill others, and neither did you, but now the two of you knew that you could lean on each other when things got bad

And if you couldn’t get past it on your own, Shiro was always willing to step in and help

Lance:

He would freak out

Like You ArE hIs PrECIoUS S/O HOW COULD YOU

This boy just loves you so much

He treats you like a queen okay?

He knows how nasty war can be

But he just can’t stand the thought of you killing someone

He should be the one to bear that burden in your relationship not you

It had happened while you were taking out an outpost on the fringes of the Glara empire

It was supposed to be a light, easy mission, just enough for you to get a little real-world training in so you could start helping out on some of the more difficult missions the Paladins faced

The base wasn’t heavily staffed and had only meager defenses

So infiltration team was only you, Lance, and Pidge in the Green Lion while the others waited behind in the castle as backup just in case the base was able to send a distress call before you could shut it down

Between Lance’s sniper shots, and Pidge’s hacking, you three had gotten into the control room quick and silent without tripping a single alarm

The room was  mostly empty when you had entered, likely meaning the commanding officer had stepped out for  a short moment

All that remained were sentries which the three of you quickly incapacitated

Pidge was able to shut down all security in the facility, and you and Lance made your through the doors at Pidge’s suggestion, having found something of interest within while she was looking through their data while she remained behind to finish what she needed to do

Just as your luck would have it, that just happened to be where most of the base’s Galra personnel happened to be, both sentry and living

You let of a surprised shriek as you entered the room, quickly ducking back to take cover on either side of the doorway

You focused on the sentries nearest to you while Lance radioed the Castle for backup since there were too many or just you and Lance to take on, even if Pidge was able to make it down to help you

You felt better when you heard that the other Paladins were on their way

You and Lance were able to keep the Galra from advancing on your position just fine, but it was proving difficult

Eventually, with the other Paladin’s help, you were able to take out or tie up any remaining Galra forces

You stayed behind with Hunk and Lance to guard the captured Galra while Shiro, Keith and Pidge after rejoining the group went to check out what it was they were guarding

What you guys didn’t know, was that whoever checked the captured Galra for weapons forgot to check one, and that one of them was currently cutting through his bindings

Time moved in slow motion from that point on

None of you were expecting one of the Galra to suddenly spring up, and grab for a discarded gun nearby

You could see Lance and Hunk start to draw their weapons up, but you were faster, as you already had your weapon pointed close to his position

You fired before the soldier could even aim his weapon, and he crumpled to the ground with a loud thump

The others came rushing back at the sound of a gunshot, but it was already over

The soldier was already dead on the ground with a single gunshot to his head

Shiro and the others thought it was Lance until he started to freak out

He was frantic as he checked you over, even though you all knew that there was only one shot fired during the whole incident

By you

He would keep going back and forth between asking if you were okay, and yelling at you for killing the Galra soldier, saying that you should have let one of them take the shot instead

You just stood there like a deer in headlights, unable to get a word in and feeling overwhelmed by Lance’s reaction

Eventually it took Shiro using his Dad Voice™ to get Lance to quiet down

Later on back in his room on the ship, he would pull you close and apologize for his reaction earlier

You two would have a long talk about the incident, and he would explain that he doesn’t want you to have to be the one to kill other people because yes Galra are also people they just grew up under a shitty Emperor

You would explain your side, and the talk would be surprisingly civil and calm considering his reaction earlier

Whatever the outcome may have been from that talk, or how you felt about the act of killing another living being, Lance would hold you even closer from then on, and shower you with even more love than before

It was sweet, but sometimes it could be too much

And anytime you were on a mission together after that, Lance would kill anything near you before you had to be forced into a situation where you had to take a life ever again

And he was very good at that job

He was the team’s sharpshooter for a reason

All you ever managed to bring down were sentries, if Lance even let one of those get too close to you, and even though it could be a little annoying at times, you knew it was just because he cared so much about you

Hunk:

He would definitely freak out like Lance, but to a lesser degree

He would freak out, but he would be much quieter about it

He’s mostly fretting over you, making sure you’re okay

Also blaming himself the whole time like Lance

He was a Paladin of Voltron, sworn defender of the universe

Yet he couldn’t even protect you from all the killing and violence that was happening all around them

You were with the team on a mission

The castle had picked up the destress signal of a small squad of rebel fighters

They had come under fire from a lone Galra cruiser and wile their small group had been able to escape, a few of their ships had sustained damage and they were stranded until it could be fixed

Cue Hunk and Pidge to the rescue

And you

You weren’t as skilled an engineer as Hunk, but you had picked up a little bit of it here and there

A little more so after the two of you got together

You knew enough to do basic repairs, and with Hunk there to talk you through the more complicated ones, you were confident in your ability to help out

To say the rebels were happy to see The Castle of Lions and Voltron pull up would be an understatement

Apparently, they had been stranded longer than you guys had first thought

To add to the pressure, they were carrying vital intelligence of Galra operations to their headquarters

That’s why the Galra cruiser had fired upon them so fervently

They didn’t appreciate their secrets being taken by enemy hands

Who knew?

When Allura offered to load them onto the ship and escort them the rest of the way, they had refused much to her confusion

They said that their headquarters was well hidden, and while they appreciated the offer the Castle or one of the Lions would draw too much attention

That’s why they were in four small ships that were quick and easy to maneuver

Lucky for you guys, most of the damage was eternal and looked a lot worse than it really was

Of the four ships, only two required basic hull repair, while one needed a fix for a few of its systems

The last ship took the most damage, requiring both repairs to the hull as well as rewiring and full replacements for most of its systems

You were surprised that it had managed to make it this far at all and that only one or two members of the crew had been lost

Hunk dedicated himself to the ship that needed the most help with Pidge, while you focused on fixing the two ships with hull breeches along with a rebel engineer

The rebels had done their best to fix what they could on their own, but there were in the middle of nowhere with limited supplies

You and the other engineer were helping Pidge and Hunk wrap up the ship with the most damage on it after finishing the other two, when a Galra cruiser showed up

Turns out it was the same ship who attached them the first time after the rebels had infiltrated and took the information off of it

You guess they were still salty about it

Salty enough to bring several more cruisers as backup, which did not bode well for all of you

Hunk and Pidge were quick to head back to the Castle and launch with the rest of the paladins to go and fight the oncoming cruisers and fighters

You were asked to stay behind and help finish repairing the last ship

The plan was for the Lions and the Castle to provide cover/a distraction while you got the last ship working, then for Allura to open a wormhole for the rebels to go through that was near their headquarters, but far away enough to avoid suspicion

After that the plan was for Hunk to quick swing by and pick you up before Allura opened a wormhole for the rest of you to go through and escape

You were nervous of course, for multiple reasons

You and the rest of the rebels were left completely open on the moon they had landed on while you made repairs of which was at a difficulty you had never attempted before let alone by yourself all the while your boyfriend was out there in the midst of the fire acting as bait

Your hands were trembling before you even knew it

However you noticeably relaxed when you heard Hunk’s voice over the comm link

He was doing his best to talk you through it, and just hearing his voice and knowing that as long as you could hear him, it meant that he was okay was enough to calm your nerves and shaking enough to let you spring into action

It was slow going, even with the help from Hunk and the Rebel engineer

Some of the systems were badly damaged and some required far more time and parts than what you two currently had at your disposal

Most of what you ended up doing was configuring workarounds that would only hold for a certain amount of time before failing again

It wasn’t meant to be pretty, it was meant to hold until they got back to where they could get it properly fixed

However even though Coran and the Paladins were doing their best to keep the Galra away from you, some ships still managed to get through and land, and several sentries and soldiers were making their way towards you

Luckily for you guys, the Rebels had the foresight to land in an easily-defendable outcropping and one of the rebels went around distributing weapons to everyone and taking up cover

You were surprised when he handed you a gun, but took it anyway, hoping you wouldn’t have to use it

You wished you hadn’t jinxed yourself

The rebels put up a good fight, laying waste to any Glara who got close enough for them to shoot at before they had a chance to fire

You had finished the repairs, and the Rebels were starting to load into the ships, still providing covering fire

Hunk was on his way, but there was still going to be a brief amount of time where you had to hold the position on your own

The rebel soldier who had initially handed you the gum shook his head when you had tried to give it back, saying that you needed it more than they did

You reluctantly nodded, and watched with anxiety as the four ships took off and made their way to the castle where Allura had retuned to open up a wormhole

You could see Hunk’s Lion approaching in the distance, but it would be more than a few ticks still before he got there

And there were still plenty of Galra between you and him who were very close to your position

You took a shaky breath, and readied your weapon, popping in and out of cover to take shots at the advancing sentries that got too close for comfort

It wasn’t long before their sheer numbers overwhelmed you, pushing you further and further back into your cover

Just before they could completely overwhelm you, Hunk landed with his lion, firing upon the Galra and cutting a path from you to him

You got up to run, but before you took more than a few steps, another Galra stepped in your path

This one wasn’t a sentry, but an actual Galran Soldier

You didn’t give yourself much time to think about your next set of actions

You just knew that you were almost out of ammo, and that this lone Galra was the only thing between you dying right here, and being safe and secure on the Castle with Hunk once again

So you charged, which clearly caught the soldier off-guard, not that you noticed anyway

You slammed the end of your rifle into their face, sending them sprawling on the ground before turning your weapon around and firing the last few shots into the exposed sections of their armor, putting them down for good

You ditched your weapon after that, knowing that you wouldn’t be  He saw the whole thing, but didn’t start freaking out until you guys were on your way back to the ship

He kept asking if you were okay and checking you for injuries

You got lucky with only a few scratches, no bullets managed to hit you

But that didn’t stop Hunk from blaming himself for the whole ordeal

Like Lance, he believes that he should be the one to bear the burden of taking another’s life your relationship

He just wants to keep you safe

To him you’re just too good and too pure to have to do something as dark as that, even if it’s for a good reason and even though you’re all fighting in a war

Regardless of whether the act of killing bothered you or not, Hunk would still act the same

As soon as you guys returned to the Castle, he would be making you your favorite foods, or at least the space equivalent

since we all know that comfort food is a thing and you just had to deal with a lot

He’s also an amazing chef so there’s no complaints from you

Also expect lots of reassurance and cuddling

More so than normal

He just really cares about you and needs you to know that he’ll do his best to keep you safe from the darker aspects of this war from now on

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I really love your writings !! Keep up the good work!!, if you have time can you write about a scenario where jumin thought he had protect or shield mc from getting shot or an accident , but at the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him instead. Whether she survives or not you choose. I really want to know how our jumin will respond during and after the incident if it's convenient for you.

OH MY GOD SO MUCH ANGST FOR THIS THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS 

For real though, I had so much fun writing this  angst is life. It was supposed to be an hc but I felt like it would be better if everything was fleshed out; I hope you don’t mind :) Sorry it took so long too! ;A;

I hope you like it! \ (•◡•) /————————

Jumin’s eyes widen as she pushes him back and he loses his footing, falling against the table. He watches as the bullet pierces through her body and she stumbles back, her mouth open in a slient scream.

Everything is silent for a while. A million thoughts are running through his mind and he’s desperately pushing down the panic rising in his chest. But he can never control his emotions whenever MC is involved. 

And then he hears her soft cry as her shaking hands reach up and touches the bullet wound on her chest. Jumin rushes to her and takes her in his arms just as MC’s knees buckle and he sinks to his knees on the ground, cradling her in his arms.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Jumin cursed himself over and over for making decisions too rashly, for being selfish and reckless.

Of course Sarah Choi would be angry at him. It’s been less than a year since he last saw her, and that was during MC’s first RFA party. But Assistant Kang always checked on her status and she reported to him that Sugar Round was no more, Glam Choi and Sarah Choi were in hiding because of all the bad publicity they received.

Still, Jumin had always prepared for the worst, keeping his wife safe and secure from possible threats from the two women.

Except tonight.

He had wanted a private evening with his wife at one of his hotels. Jumin sent away the bodyguards as he took MC to the garden, where a romantic dinner under the moonlight greeted them.

Everything should have been perfect.

Until Sarah Choi appeared and pointed her gun at MC.

She completely bypassed security because she had cut her hair and dyed it black, blue contact lenses over her eyes and an entirely different nose sticking out of her face. He could only surmise that she killed the ones guarding the entrance to the garden. Jumin loathed that face with every fiber of his being.

“Sarah, put the gun down and walk away.”

“Walk away? Do you know how long it took to get to you two?! You’re so high and mighty that I couldn’t get past your bodyguards! But not tonight! Tonight, my vengeance will finally be complete!”

“Ms. Choi, please—” 

“Shut up, you fucking gold digger!”

Jumin tried to move closer to MC, to block Sarah’s line of sight, but Sarah pulled back the safety.

“One wrong move, Jumin, and she dies.”

Then she turned her attention back to MC.

“I actually admire you very much, MC. You’re such a conniving bitch! How did you ever make C&R’s CEO propose to you? Hmm? What do you have that I don’t?!”

“Sarah, please, let’s discuss this calmly—”

“No! I’m done playing nice. This pathetic whore deserves to die after what she did to me!”

And then Jumin was running in front of MC. Everything around him moved in slow motion. He could see Sarah pulling the trigger, could see MC’s eyes widening. As he neared her, relief flooded his body, knowing he would be able to shield her with his own body. But suddenly, MC was pushing him away, pushing him back.

“MC, please, hold on.” Jumin tells her, holding onto her hand.

He suddenly feels the cold barrel of the gun pressing against the side of his head and he freezes.

“I’d like you to watch as your wife dies in your arms. And then when the light leaves her eyes, I’ll let you join her.” Sarah tells him, a mad edge in her voice.

“You can do whatever you wish with me. You can have all my money. Please, just let me save her.” Jumin replies. MC’s eyes flutter as they turn to him, her breathing getting shallower by the minute. Blood seeped out onto her white dress, the dress he gave her for this special evening. She looks so beautiful in it. But now it’s stained with blood, just like his hands.

Sarah let out a hysterical-sounding laugh. “Wow! Jumin, do you honestly think I’d let that woman survive? After what she took from me?!”

She raises her arms in frustration, pulling the gun away from Jumin’s head momentarily.

In that split second, a bullet flies across the air and hits her right between her eyes.

Sarah’s body crumples to the ground behind Jumin as his bodyguards rush to the garden.

“Call an ambulance!” Jumin screams, turning his attention back to MC.

“MC, my love, please bear with it a little longer, help is on the way,” he tries to reassure her, holding her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. A tear slips down MC’s cheek and she gives him a small smile before her face twists in pain.

“J-jumin—”

“MC, don’t speak. Conserve your strength. Stay strong for me, my love.” Jumin says, the fear evident in his eyes. He can’t stand to hear her say those words to him. Those three words that could very well be a farewell.

No.

MC won’t leave him.

She can’t. Not like this.

Finally, the paramedics arrived and lifted her onto the stretcher, MC closing her eyes and biting her lip against the burning pain spreading across her body. Jumin stays beside her the entire time, refusing to ride in his car and forcing himself into the ambulance, not letting go of her hand.

Jaehee, having been informed of the incident, makes calls and has the streets cleared so the ambulance would be able to pass through quickly without having to worry about other cars or pedestrians crossing.

As the paramedics wheel MC into the emergency room, they push Jumin back, forcing him to let go of her hand. 

Her cold hand.

MC’s eyes are closed but before their hands could be separated, he tells her one thing, “MC, please don’t leave me.”

And then the wait.

The RFA members rush to the hospital as soon as they can but it’s the handsome actor who spots Jumin first.

And the jerk looks worse than he imagined during the motorcycle ride to the hospital.

Jumin’s arms are crossed, his eyes closed, blood all over his hands, his outfit, his face. Worry is practically etched onto his face and Zen could see the businessman’s shoulders slightly shaking.

“Jumin.”

He doesn’t even open his eyes. Doesn’t respond. Zen stands in front of him and calls out his name again.

“Jumin. It’s me, Zen. Talk to me.”

At that, Jumin leans his head back against the wall and opens his eyes slowly.

Zen’s eyes widen as tears flow down the man’s cheeks. Jumin meets his gaze and Zen could see the sorrow, the worry, the fear —and the guilt.

“Jumin, it’s not your fault.” Zen immediately tells him. Jumin clenches his jaw, digging his nails into his arms. Zen leans down close to him and grasps his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “It’s not your fault. She’ll make it through this. I know she will. That lady loves you more than anything else in the world. She can fight this. I know she can.”

Jumin closes his eyes again, not wanting to say anything because he knows he would never be able to stop crying once he allows his emotions to take over.

“You may see her now.”

Jumin opens the door to her room and he could swear that MC could hear his heart banging against his ribcage. In fear? Anxiety? Happiness? 

He couldn’t say. All Jumin can think of is seeing his beloved open her eyes once more and have her smile for him, hear her laughter and feel her warmth.

As he steps into the room, he sees MC lying on the bed with tubes attached to her. Guilt pools in the pit of his stomach. Despite Zen’s words, he knows it’s his fault that his wife got shot. He should never have been foolish enough to believe they could spend time together without any bodyguards.

Jumin makes his way to her side and gently holds her hand, his eyes taking in her pale face.

“MC, I’m so sorry. I should have never let this happen to you.”

MC stirs and Jumin leans forward, eyes wide. She opens her eyes and her hazel eyes settle on him —and she smiles.

“You’re alright. Thank God.” MC says, tears in her eyes.

Jumin falls to his knees beside her bed, holding her hand close and kissing the back of her hand. “MC, my love, I don’t deserve you.” 

MC looks at him in confusion but her husband merely places her hand on his cheek as he looks at her through sad eyes.

“I couldn’t protect you. But please, put your trust in me. I promise to do everything I can to make sure you’re never hurt again.”

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Being Bruce’s S/O and Getting Kidnapped HCs

Because we’re all disgusting sadists and I obviously have issues. Trigger warning for kidnapping, torture, and some cruel language from the kidnapper’s side … I have a lot of problems …

Bruce has a crapton of enemies, even without the members of his Rogues Gallery being taken into consideration

From the nameless thugs to the morally bankrupt dirty cops to the monstrous traffickers, everyone wants to take down the Bat of Gotham

But for Bruce, it’s a nearly entirely different crowd…

Overzealous competitors and enemies of Wayne Industries, people who just want to slander his name to detrimental effect, people who’ve never met even met Bruce yet have an intense obsession with his existence that could easily tread into murderous territories, even a few villains from his moonlighting job who simply want to take a crack at the Prince of Gotham

Of course, being that Bruce is a taller-than-average guy with pretty decent coverage, there aren’t many opportunities that can be taken to kidnap him

You, on the other hand…

You, the significant other of one of the richest men in not only Gotham, but the entire world, the one people liken to Cinderella, who still keeps an apartment in the city as well as the humble job they’d had even before dating the billionaire… You’re easy pickings

You’d kept your downtown apartment because you liked the environment it was in: surrounded by enough noise to never feel too alone, but peaceful enough for you to relax. It wasn’t in a bad part of Gotham, either, so you’d gotten used to the feeling of not worrying too much. Besides, it was closer to your job than Bruce’s home could ever hope to be.

But you’d been careless: Even if you were in one of the nicer areas, Gotham was still Gotham

You were supposed to be having a date night with Bruce: dinner at the Blue Heron, one of the finest establishments on either side of the Gotham-Metropolis Bay. And you were completely psyched, planning out exactly what foods you wanted to try while you were there

What you hadn’t planned, surprisingly enough, was what you would wear. You eventually pieced together a cute outfit at last minute but realized that the crowning piece wasn’t with you: a pair of Martha Wayne’s earrings.

Bruce had given them to you for your one-year anniversary. Considering how much Bruce loved his mother, you understood how big of a gesture this was, both in terms of how much he loved you and trusted you, and in terms of how much faith he had in this relationship altogether

After frantically searching your and Bruce’s room at the Glasshouse, you remembered that you’d left them at your apartment after you two spent the night there a week ago

It didn’t occur to you that someone might be hiding in there

It just seemed so quiet…

It wasn’t until you’d walked into your bedroom to look through your jewelry box that a hand slammed over your mouth, a damp cloth being pressed to your nose. You knew what it was, you were so angry with yourself for inhaling out of reflex

You weren’t sure what hit you first: The darkness or the fear

Bruce would be at the reserved table. He’s on time for once. How ironic it was, he noted, that you weren’t

The first couple of minutes, he was being patient. By the end of an hour, he was anxious.

He tries to appear calm and collected: He checks his phone, orders some drinks but rations his sips so no-one can suspect he’s a lush

He must’ve sent at least seventeen messages asking of your whereabouts, if you were okay, etc. Because of the Blue Heron’s environment and how calmly he’s trying to appear, he can only actually call your phone four times

By the end of the second and final hour, of waiting, he felt humiliated and, for lack of better word, pissed

For two hours, he endured the stares and whispers of people looking his way – everyone wanted to take a gander at Bruce Wayne getting stood up

And stood up by his significant other no less!

It’s only during the drive home that he recognizes that beneath the fury, he’s also extremely hurt by your apparent abandoning

Because of who he is, both day and night respectively, Bruce doesn’t get as many opportunities as he’d like to spend time with you. Therefore, every date and moment together needs to count. The fact that you missed this one after expressing so much excitement prior wounds not only his pride, but his heart as well

In hindsight, it is the fact that you had been looking forward to it that he should’ve known something was wrong

As intelligent as Bruce is, we all know how blinded by his emotions he can potentially be and how it clouds his judgment

It is only when he returns to his home that Alfred begins to demand where you are

Before Bruce can even explain himself, his phone goes off: Unknown number? He almost doesn’t answer. When he does, however, a chill caresses and then grips his spine with an icy fist:

“We get why an Average Joe might like her, but… You ain’t exactly average, Brucie. So here’s what’s gonna happen: we’re gonna give you a chance to prove how much this bitch means to you. 24 hours. That’s all we’re gonna give you. In those 24, you’re gonna give us $6 million. Gonna leave it at the address we give you. In fact, leave a little tip of $300K first so we’ll know you’re in for the long run. You’re gonna leave a bag at the corner of 1939 May Street and 27th. But I swear to God, if you stiff us or stick around to watch what goes down, we’ll fuck up her pretty face and make sure you’ll pay just to keep her away. Got it? You give us what we want, we’ll give you what you tell the press you like. Everybody wins. Oh, and, uh, don’t even think about getting the cops or the Batman involved. Wouldn’t wanna surprise us so hard that a bullet goes flying through your damsel, would we?”

The blaring sound that accompanies being hung up on worked in sync with the numbness beginning to overcome Bruce. He wasn’t sure what he said next to Alfred, only that the next thing he knew, he was settled in front of the multiple computer screens set up in the Batcave, fervently trying to find as much information as he could. The problem was, he wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to be looking for

The phone was a burner, so there was no luck in trying to track it. And while the speaker didn’t sound like any of the rogues he usually encountered, there was little luck in that either, considering that they were often accompanied by a whole host of toadies that he’d never even heard speak; one of them probably could’ve been set up to throw him off

He considers the possibility that they’re linked with Lex but ultimately tosses that idea to the side: Lex, in all his cunning, probably wouldn’t be able to communicate with anyone on the outside of penitentiary enough to plan out a ransom. And even if he had, somebody would’ve found out about it

It eventually is just accepted that your kidnappers are likely just regular people with multiple tricks up their sleeves and a bone to pick out of sheer greed

The fact that somebody so simple could hurt Bruce in such a way infuriates and humiliates him. He knew that something like this would probably happen at some point, but now that it has, he realizes he never would’ve been prepared for it. And he can’t express how angry at himself he is and that now you’re paying the price for it

Honestly? It’s a little too much like the night his parents died…

Meanwhile, you’ve spent your time in captivity in various states of consciousness, due to either stress-induced fainting, your captors slipping something questionable into your system whenever they felt you were getting too rowdy, or even getting clocked so hard that your body goes out cold

When you’re bleary-eyed, tied up in a chair, all you can do and slur some sass. Maybe spit at their feet

When you get more lively, your words become more biting and daring, trying to play off the facade that you’re not secretly terrified

Batman’s significant other or not, being held ransom is a terrifying situation. There’s no telling what your captors will do before the money gets there or if they’ll even give you up if Bruce gives them money

When they get too close, you bite, earning a backhand to the face. Really, if you say one word too many for their liking, you get struck. You’re not sure how long you’ve been in their captivity, but you’ve already received a painful amount of bruising, including a busted lip and a scar on your forehead

As much pain as you’re in, you quietly think to yourself about how at least they haven’t put their hands on you in other ways…

It therefore makes your heart freeze over with complete and utter fear when you hear one of the kidnappers call Bruce again about the ransom later on, mentioning something about “keeping you.”

You no longer offer any sass, instead training your eyes on the ground of this dimly-lit, old, abandoned warehouse they’ve held you up in, willing yourself desperately not to cry

Against his better judgement, Bruce does go to the assigned meeting place

He doesn’t however, let the GCPD know, deciding that too many people would reek havoc: Because once the police department knows that Bruce Wayne’s s/o has been kidnapped, then the media will find out and make things even more complicated than they already were

Money isn’t an object to the billionaire, so he has no trouble leaving the demanded $300K in a bag

He even lets the two mooks who came to retrieve the bag get a head start on leaving as he watches them from the shadows, content with the fact that he’d placed a tracking device in the bag

Bruce does, however, go as his alter ego, which scares the living shit out the man when he realizes who’s tailing him and his partner

He’s not excited about getting thrown off the trail, however, when one of the mooks attempts to take him on, letting the one with the bag and  tracker get out of the area.

After trading fists in a pretty one-sided fight, Bruce would start demanding answers in that voice he reserves for when he’s extremely pissed off, made more unearthly and dark by the voice altering gadget his cowl is equipped with

Time is of the essence, and Bruce has no desire to pussyfoot around for an answer – he’s getting what he can, when he can

When the poor sap can only offer small potatoes worth of details, probably not desiring the punishment handed to snitches it takes everything Bruce has not to destroy the sobbing mess of a man

He’s already become an excessively aggressive figure as of late – the fact that your life is in danger only makes him closer to unhinged in his actions. He is thankfully aware of this, however, and stops himself from going through with much else by dropping the toady off in police custody

To add insult to injury, when he does follow the tracking device, Bruce finds that the guy who got away must have realized it was there, because Bruce finds himself down a dead end alley

The device, barely functioning at this point and on its last leg, is found in a garbage can, symbolic of where Bruce’s hopes of finding you any time soon had landed

Returning back to the Batcave to reconvene, he receives a phone call: Unknown Number. Shit.

After making certain that the voice altering device would not work during the call, he answers and hears:

“Brucie, Brucie, Brucie,” the caller sighs mockingly. He makes a tsk-ing noise with his tongue. “What did we say about getting the Bat involved?”

“I swear, I didn’t tell anyone,” Bruce insists, technically not a lie. He tries to sound vulnerable, like a regular man would be, but realizes he may not actually be trying at all. He adds in, “I don’t know how he found out – maybe he has phones tapped.”

The caller, one of your captors, isn’t buying it. “Bullshit,” he says in a tone between bemusement and irritation. “We sent two of our own just in case one of ‘em gets too cocky and tries to run with it, or in case you blabbed and one needs to run ahead of the other with the money. And what do you know, one of ‘em comes back pissin’ his pants about how Batman took down the other guy. Seems you’re not as invested in this whole idea as we thought you’d be, huh, Brucie?”

“I swear, I am, just –”

“Yeah, well, we’re not ones for playing games. That’s how the rest of the world works, Bruce: We ain’t all rich enough to screw around. Though, speaking of screw and common people …”

Bruce could feel his gut tying into knots in and around his lungs and heart

“Feisty as she is, we’ve kinda grown fond of your lil broad. Dunno … Thinkin’ of maybe keeping her!”

(Bruce is seething at this point, struggling not to break his phone by his mere grip)

The captor, if he knows, doesn’t care and continues to egg on and on about how they might as well “keep” you because “apparently Bruce doesn’t care much about you”

“Hell, I’ve taught my dogs not to bite me; how is this any different from the others? Use the right tactics and you can break any bitch.”

Bruce has only seen pure red a couple of times in his life. This is quite possibly the reddest he’s ever seen, fury nearly blinding his vision as his body begins to tremor with nigh uncontrollable wrath

“Tell you what: She really means that much – so much to you – then you wouldn’t mind it if we speed up your time limit. Now you have one hour. Use all those rich boy gadgets or whatever to track her down; that’s what the luxury of being rich can do, right? You find her before then, she’s yours. If not …”

He never finishes the sentence, hanging up the phone and leaving Bruce hanging on the last word. What the hell intentions lay behind that implication?!

Ten seconds later, Bruce receives his answer. He’s not sure if it’s better to have received it or not

It’s a picture of you, bruised, tired, and obviously stressed, tied up in a rickety chair. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying, tear streaks staining your face

Upon further inspection, Bruce notices that there’s a collar around your neck. A shock collar. The fact that they had one on standby makes his gut churn, wondering if they intended something like this all along

The caption soon follows: “This spoiled rich bitch needs to relearn some things. Obedience training starts soon. The first lesson: Making sure your bitch stops yapping. Hint: You know what you do when your dog shits or pisses in the house, right?”

Bruce hasn’t worked so rapidly in ages, using whatever he can to pinpoint your location

The picture, disturbing as it is, was decidedly a blessing: he can tell from what little amount of the background shown that you must be in the warehouse district of town

He nearly smothers Alfred with kisses when the older man finds records of not only which warehouses had recently been recorded with break-ins, but also which ones are noted as vacant

Added with the x-ray abilities utilized by the technology at their hands, and Bruce is nearly joyful. But just nearly. For the most part, he’s beyond the realm of pissed …

You’ve barely made a sound beyond shuddered breathing. Ever since your captors placed the collar around your neck, you’ve felt too humiliated and scared to do much of anything. Well, on your own accord.

If they wanted to provoke a response, they would have one of their men step on your foot or yank your hair. If you yelped too loudly, the collar would shock you, sending a blasting pain up and down your body

You’re pretty positive they have it set on the second worst level and it frightens you

How many shocks could you take before you died? Could you die? You weren’t sure, your mind too blurred from stress, agony, and undernourishment

The small samples of water they allowed you could only do so much, especially when your throat was beginning to hurt from attempting to swallow your screams

You can see from the wrist watch of one of the captors that the hour is almost up and guiltily do something you never thought you would: You consider the possibility that Bruce won’t get to you in time

You’ve always had faith in Bruce, known his capabilities to be seemingly boundless when compared to the average person. He was an amazing man, to say the least

But that’s just what he is: a man. Men have limitations, no matter how big or small. You never thought that the limitation could appear in the form of a ransom kidnapping by a couple of supposed no-life low-lives, but then again, how fair of you was it to blindly assume that Bruce could do everything

As the minute hand hits the 56th mark, you slowly close your eyes, exhaustion overwhelming you as you decided you didn’t want to see it truly hit the 59th minute. Maybe if you kept your eyes closed, the hour wouldn’t pass and everything would stop

Just long enough for Bruce to find you …

The sound of glass breaking hurts your ears. Maybe it was because your head was already on the verge of throbbing, or maybe it was because the piercing sound was abrupt that your ears had no way of coping with the sudden noise. Either way, your eyes stay closed, albeit tighter, as a knee-jerk reaction

When you open them back up, it takes them a moment to regain focus, what with all the bleariness they had been caked with as a result of your ordeal. But the minute they maintain proper functioning, you feel your heart swell large enough to pop out of your body

You don’t care that the air is now filled with the meaty sound of fist meeting bodies, you barely pay any mind to the cringe-worthy crunch of bones breaking upon contact with a much harder force

It doesn’t matter – Bruce is here!

He makes sure to keep the fight away from you just enough so that you don’t get caught in any crossfires

He becomes even more desperate the moment a few of your captors whip out guns, trying to work the shadows of the dimly-lit warehouse to cause confusion. Just until –

Everyone goes silent, save for heavy breathing, once a couple of Batarangs shatter the remaining lights

Many of the men don’t stand a chance in the dark. Not when they’re up against a 6′3″ demonically-dressed man with night vision installed into his cowl.

Bruce makes sure to save the strongest punch for the man whose voice he recognizes as the ringleader’s

To his extreme disgust, he can hear him talking in the general direction you happen to be in. When he glances over, lo and behold: The ringleader is there, knife to your throat, threatening to cut you like a pig if Batman takes so much as one step closer

To which Bruce calmly tells you to close your eyes. If you weren’t already prepared to do so, the underlying animosity in your lover’s words would have convinced you enough

You therefore don’t get to bear witness to the blinding flashbomb that gets sent your way, nor to you see your captor fling himself back and paw at his eyes in an attempt to relieve them

You do, however, feel the knife leave your throat, though not without causing a slight cut due to the sudden movement. It’s not enough to cause death, necessarily, but you can feel a thin line of blood begin to drool out

You do, also, feel a gust of wind and the smallest brush of a cape on your cheek as Bruce sprints past you to pounce on the sorry bastard who dared lay a finger on you

As do you hear the rapid, loud sound of fist meeting face, a struggle to the ground where the fists, without relent, continue to fall upon their intended target

You even hear the nearly incoherent, almost beast-like growls and curses your boyfriend spews to emphasize every blow

Insults, threats, ridicules, just plain heavy breathing that couldn’t capture the amount of rage he held –

You never hear the end of it, however, as you finally succumb to the stresses of your ordeal and fade away into a state of unconsciousness   

When you wake up, Bruce is by your side, face in his hands, settled in a chair by your bed in a hospital room

He’s back in his civilian clothes, having dropped you off earlier then gone home to relieve himself of his Batman attire

The purple tinge of his knuckles confirms that he had done some serious bruising, causing you worry. Enough to attempt reaching out and taking his hand for consoling

Your intended touch, however, doesn’t make it, as the rustling of your sheets alerted Bruce to look up at you

You’d never seen Bruce look so tired, so silently happy

You’d also never seen him leap up from his seat, or practically suffocate you in as gentle yet passionate of a hug as he could possibly muster

The exchange is quiet, with neither side being certain of what to say. You consider breaking the silence with a thank you, but Bruce once again beats you to it:

“I’m so sorry,” he says, just barely above a whisper. It’s so fragile and light that it quivers and cracks ever so slightly. The amount of guilt dripping off of every syllable just about broke your heart

“It’s okay,” is all you can weakly offer. You know it isn’t, but you also know that what happened wasn’t Bruce’s fault. You pray he doesn’t want to break up with you

A quiet discussion is held between you two. You try to avoid creating an actual argument from it, with you trying to calm him down (being so unused to this side of him), and with Bruce afraid of agitating your wounds or stressing your poor body out even more. He’s already hurt you so much by just being the person he is.

A sense of calm is somehow achieved, though not entirely. It’s just enough for him to take your face into his big, calloused hands and press his forehead to yours

Just enough for him to whisper about how he never wants to let any harm happen to you ever again

And to tell you how important you are to him, how devastated he would be if those men had disappeared with you

You two stay like this for a while, with you staying quiet and taking in Bruce’s every word.

Bruce keeps his eyes closed throughout the entire moment, knowing that if he opens them, combined with the feeling of vulnerability, there’s a chance that he might allow a tear or two to slip through

Every once in a while, he removes himself from this position to place a kiss on your forehead or to the scars and bruises that freckle your face and neck. Every kiss, no matter how brief, has this underlying yet overwhelming feeling of relief. Relief that you’re here at all, in his arms, still able to be kissed and to love and to be loved

He spends every night that you’re in the hospital by your side, curled up around you as if someone else might take you

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he vows more diligently than before, that no-one will hurt you again and that he will protect you and always save you

Because despite being a billionaire with everything money can buy, Bruce’s most precious, most beloved thing is something that cannot and will not ever be replaced: You.

[fiixer]

A couple Misc. Little Headcanons that won't go away, so I'm posting them here:

Will never be seen in public, or in private with people he's unfamiliar with (or purposely keeping at arm's length) in anything less than business casual. Seeing him in anything less is a big sign you're in good standing, as it probably means he's invited you into a private residence, doesn't feel the need to be the intimidating fixer everyone knows him as, and is okay with allowing you to see that image.

Everyone picture tiny, chubby baby Jordi right now. This isn't a headcanon, I just thought about it and now I want all of you to do so, too.

Doesn't date, but has no hesitation about taking someone on a date. You're not getting a commitment of any sort of out of him, but if you're down for the peripheral stuff? Nice dinners, a long walk by the lake, spending a night wandering around some sort of festive thing that the city has going on (ie. the Taste of Chicago), that sort of thing? Hell yeah, sure, he can play the part for a night. He'll even be a gentleman while he's doing it - to some degree, I mean Jordi's still...y'know, Jordi, but you're not going to open your own doors, or pay for anything, and might find his jacket over your shoulders if you're obviously cold, so that has to count for something, right?

If his first impression of you is good (you're straightforward with jobs you want done and pay him well if you're contracting him, or you do your damn job and deliver results if you're working for him), later on you can ask for damn near anything and he'll provide, sometimes at a discount or sometimes simply out of the goodness of his black little heart. A favor for a favor is big in his world, and he always repays his debts. So, you help him out, and you might be surprised by the things he can and will do for you in return.

Grew up speaking both English and Mandarin at his parents' insistence, as they figured knowing both would give him the best advantage later in life. And they...weren't exactly wrong. English not included, Mandarin is the third most commonly spoken language in Chicago, so a few additional doors are open to him when it comes to potential jobs; be it jobs he's actually accepting or digging up information, it helps a lot being able to, y'know, talk to people.

Random, small child babbling absolute gibberish his way, and he'll be the guy who's basically like cheers, kiddo and continuing on his way. Screaming and/or crying children are another story and he's just gonna nope the fuck out of that situation because that is just a migraine waiting to happen.

You're probably not going to find any one consistent genre of music playing with him, whether it's in a car he's using or in hideout/residence of his. His taste is pretty varied, and even he's been a little surprised by songs and artists he ends up liking.

He's got a few properties scattered around, hideouts not included. Chicago is the main point, where he has three: one is a condo considered his personal residence, and the other two are rented out. He's got other rentals in San Fransisco, Seattle and NY - one in each, he didn't go crazy with it - all for a little extra cash in his pocket. Having those properties also provides a little bit of cover for himself, because if anyone goes poking around, he can play himself off as a real estate investor.

Want an easy way to get on his good side? Give him anything sweet - sickeningly sweet - with a bunch of additional bonus points if that sweet thing is strawberry, salted caramel or white chocolate.

Aiden gives Jordi crap for being an inch shorter than him. Jordi gives Aiden crap for being 1 year older than him. Karma decides to side with Aiden for a change and Jordi starts going grey first.