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winterzsurprise · 8 months ago

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Change My Mind [5]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 9.4k

Edit (02-04-25): nothing important was changed, just made it more readable(?). Didn't realise how much I yapped nonsense here oml

EDIT 03/05/25: minor changes with Y/N's behavior

thank you all for your comments and likes, it keeps me going :DD

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Namjoon was a man of science.

He believes in everything that can be explained in a lengthy and intricately detailed book filled with an even more difficult terminologies and worded examinations backed up by photographic evidence to prove it.

To him, if he didn't see it happen before his very eyes, it was fiction, a lie.

It's how it should be.

As a child, he frowned upon the heretics and the desperate, thanking a nonexistent god for the fruit of their hard work. He couldn’t fathom how they could weep so genuinely as they prayed on their knees for blessings that never come. Even if gods were real, he could never understand how devoted they are to someone who turned a blind eye to the challenges they faced.

Like religion, he also could never understand how the lonely could resort to immorality and hatred in their desperation for a soulmate, couldn't fathom how easily they shed their humanity for a morsel, a hint of that sense of belonging and importance being a tethered gave.

It was dumb.

Life doesn't revolve around soulmates, they should've tried other options instead of blaming the theoretical nirvana for their own misfortune.

Despite being a child born from two mates, he never believed in the concepts of soulmates, thinking it childish as it was an idea the lonely and the hopeless hung onto to feel better for themselves. He believed that his parents would have met either way without their soulmarks, would've fallen in love the same and bring him to life.

Because they were meant to be, even without the marks to prove it.

Sure, he wished to eventually settle down with someone who also loved him as his mother does with his father but he doesn't believe in the spiritual connection.

But science has nothing on the sensation he was feeling right now.

The moment the clock struck midnight, a heartbeat suddenly began to drum at the back of his head, but it was faint and muffled as if it was distant and was pulsing behind multiple walls but he could hear its panicked pace echoing in his skull. In the silence you and Jungkook’s departure has left, Namjoon began to feel dread bubbling inside him. A tension slowly building up with the beat of the racing heart at the back of his head.

It felt like those slowly crescending notes of a horror movie's background music as the killer stalks nearer. There's a tension thickening but he's the only one who could feel it, could sense it coming.

It's making him nervous beyond belief how he doesn't know what is afoot.

A gasp tore through his thought process and he looked up to see his Yoongi hyung eyeing something invisible in his right hand, disbelief apparent in his wide eyes as the others turned to him with concerned curiosity.

But Namjoon already knew what it was.

At least, he felt like he knew what was happening, although he himself is incredulous.

He's read up everything that he could about soulmates in his teenage years wanting to refute his parents' insistence on how they wouldn't have clicked as well as they are without the soulmark yet none of them could explain how he just knows the heartbeat at the back of his head belonged to you.

_______

Fate truly has a funny way of revealing who your soulmate is.

It was said that the sensation when you first meet your soulmate should be a wave of cold relief flushing all the worries out of your system. Your mother and Jihae told you stories of the sudden sense of belonging, like finding the last piece of the puzzle you’ve walked your whole life without from a mere accidental brush of a hand with a stranger on the streets.

If it was in any other scenario, you would've agreed with them.

But as Jungkook raises both your hands to survey the skin for any mark, your world shrinks down like an air tight ziplock bag to only fit you and him.

A low thrum resonated in the air, mellifluous and sweet, a direct contrast to the dull but racing heartbeat at the back of your head. Jolts of electricity vibrated under your skin starting from your joined hands and spreading across your muscles and lighting your nerve endings awake.

The walls around you closed in. Not because it was Jungkook who you happened to be fated to. But because there's a thin, red thread tied around your pinkie.

A red string of fate.

And it's not tethered to Jungkook.

It goes behind you and you dread to know who it leads to.

There's a curious tug from down the line, the thread turning tangible at every pull and the urge to run away, to hide in the comforts of your home grew tenfold. Because you're sure the string leads to one of the boys.

People who became your closest companions after years of being their make-up artist. Three of which you've rejected and the remaining four you've remained friends with.

Isn't this a bit too much of a joke?

How funny it must've been for the divinities to watch you reject the men eventually revealed to be your soulmate. They must've cackled, pointing fingers and all, as they watched you reject them. You wouldn’t put it behind them to connect the end of your string to someone you’ve also turned down once.

You watched Jungkook speedrun through the five stages of grief in a few seconds, face contorting every so often it made it hard to get a read on what he's feeling. He let out a shaky exhale as he came to, doe eyes meeting yours with an incredulous sheen.

His continuous silence stuffed cottons into your throat, the conflicted expression he has settled on only furthering the panic in your chest.

You retract your hand but he was faster, catching your wrist in a tighter grip. There's a question hanging from his lips but they cease to exist the moment you both see the mark on your finger.

In the space between your index and middle finger lies a black quarter note, inked into the skin of your middle. The tint is bold and black.

Raising his own hand, your eyes landed on the same pattern etched on his on the opposite side. As if hypnotized, he intertwined his fingers and the same gentle thrum came back, along with a comforting warmth echoing from your soulmate mark and throughout your body, almost rendering you boneless from how intense and relieving it felt.

You weren't the only one affected by its calming properties. The frustration in Jungkook's from earlier now erased from his face, as if it was never there. Acceptance.

Just like that, the problem is solved; and that unsettles you.

“Noona… Wh-what is happening?”

His voice is so small, shaky and hopeful . Eyes growing larger as he surveys your soulmate marks in disbelief. He untangled your hand and pulled the soulmark closer to his eye. Curiously, Jungkook hesitantly taps the musical note and shivered with you when skin touched skin.

You both suck in a deep breath, freezing at the foreign sensation it brought you both before a smile that stretches high up to the heavens brightens his face.

Jungkook's eyes were glazed with unshed tears when you found them once more, breath shaky as he placed a kiss onto your knuckles. The sensation of his lips on your skin making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Noona, we're soulmates.”

You didn't even hear the sound of footsteps running up the stairs nor Taehyung calling you both until he got close, hand landing on your shoulder and effectively snapping you out of your trance.

“Are you guys okay? Not too long ago you were at each other's throat and now—woah!”

A shrill of pleasure shocks your body, vision flashing white and you fall.

If it wasn't for Jungkook, you would've collapsed boneless next to Taehyung who's gasping on the floor, hand clutching his heart as he heaved. Jungkook let you lean your body weight on him once you stood up again. Arms wrapping around your waist protectively as your brain catches up.

A sharp gasp from Jungkook kickstarts your already racing heart, panic flushing out whatever has happened earlier.

But that wasn't the thing that made your head pulse.

It was the shaky utterance of your name and looking up at Jungkook only to be distracted by the faint glow of lavender in the shape of a hand on your shoulder. The spot where Taehyung had last touched you.

In the dimness of the hallway, Love Prints gleamed a soft shade of purple like a splatter of glow in the dark paint. Your head snapped back to Taehyung who had pushed himself to sit up, cradling his head while murmuring intelligible under his breath until he looked up and his jaw fell .

“I-Is that…?”

“Hyung, what is the meaning of this?”

Taehyung turned to the maknae, spluttering. “I-I don't even… Ho-how is this even possible?”

How is it possible to feel like the world has pulled a carpet from under you while also feeling like you're laying on cloud 9?

Three soulmates.

Two of them being people you once rejected, one of them unknown but the string suspiciously led downstairs where the rest of the boys are.

You feel like passing out just to avoid the talk it'll entail. Maybe you should run at the wall and hope you'll hit your head hard enough to guarantee amnesia.

“Noona, you're seeing this too right?”

Taehyung is now standing in front of you, reaching up to trace the already fading handprint and a new splatter of purple followed his finger. He grinned, eyes misty and overflowing with joy as he giggled, the sound almost reminiscent of a delighted child.

Jungkook’s arm tightened around you.

“Wh-why— Is that love prints ? Hyung?” Jungkook’s voice shakes from the weight of the revelation hanging above his head. “Are we sharing noona?”

“GUYS! YOONGI HYUNG GOT A SOULMATE!”

Holy shit.

Unlike you who's despairing to see the man on the other side of the thread, Taehyung was beyond ecstatic.

“No fucking way. I gotta see this.”

Taehyung dragged you to the stairs when your legs refused to move, uprooting you from where you leaned onto Jungkook's side. Your stomach churned at how lighter the strings felt in your pinkie and a tad tighter as the distance shortened.

There's a sudden heartbeat racing in your ears but it sounds far away and it doesn't sync with the pulse you feel in your temples. You couldn't dwell on it for long before you're faced with the man at the other end of the red string.

_______

They said it all started with their eldest but unbeknownst to them, he was the first to notice how your eyes would light up like the stars in the night sky, how your laugh sounded like wedding bell rings than the dying pig you claimed it to sound.

Seokjin might be their eldest and Taehyung might’ve fallen deepest but he was the beginning of it all.

In his twenty five years of existence on this damned planet, Min Yoongi has never asked for much, content with whatever life throws at him.

Even with his harsh upbringing, he never kept what he has from others, especially since he met his brothers. He'd willingly ripped off the cloth from his back to keep them warm and plugged their ears with both his hands so they couldn’t hear the hateful words thrown at them at debut, even if it cost of being exposed to them instead. But he couldn't care less, Yoongi loves them with all his heart.

There's nothing in the world that could ever stop him from bending over backwards just so the others could live peacefully.

When his pockets grew heavier with age, this trait only bloomed further into millions donated anonymously to hospitals and charities he could stumble upon.

To everyone, especially his brothers, he’s a generous man.

Until you strode into his life and haunted him in his waking days with the ghost of your touch caressing his face.

Min Yoongi never wants yet he yearned, he craved to feel the softness of your skin under his fingertips, to taste your lips and discover if you tasted as sweet as you smell, to run his hand through your hair as to know if it's as soft as it looked under the soft glow of the room.

And for once in his life, he wanted to be selfish.

Being with you makes him want to believe, want to hope that something nonsensical as the concept of soulmates is true.

Originally, Min Yoongi wasn’t a believer of such optimism because his mother wasn’t.

She passed down her resentment for the fates for turning a blind eye on her onto her next of kin. She was bitter from being untethered and barred her children from subjecting themselves to whimsical thoughts of fates and destinies.

Never had he entertained the ideas of soulmates until you came and bursted through the iron doors of his heart. For the first time in his life, he began to want , to wish that he gets tethered to you.

You who shined even without the help of others, who stood out like the beacon of light in the shady pits of this world. He couldn’t dare face you as someone whose future is as dim as the blasted world he cursed out. With nothing to offer, he strived to be the best, to crawl to the top whatever it takes.

He couldn't show you a pathetic side of him, he knew he couldn't step forward with a bleak future to offer. Yoongi wouldn't be able to bear it if you were to grow miserable beside him.

Because for you, he'd stop at nothing to hand everything you'd ever lay your eyes on wrapped in a pretty bow of the most expensive quality and tucked neatly behind soft colored gift wrappers.

So for years, Min Yoongi hid.

What else could he do when most of his brothers also vied for your attention? He loved you all with all his heart, couldn't bear the thought of ever hurting any of you for his selfish desires. So he did what he thought was best, step back and watch from the sidelines.

And he was fine with that.

He thinks himself a patient man. A trait forged by years of encountering nagging customers and demanding adults from working as a delivery boy. Yet all it took was a couple dozen bottles of Soju and a warm atmosphere to accidentally confess his feelings for you. Ashamed and already knowing what his hyung has received as an answer, he puts on a mask the next day and acts.

He did it so well you were convinced he wasn't kidding by forgetting last night's mistakes and swallowing up the disappointment when you didn’t bother asking him again and acted like nothing ever happened.

But it's okay, Min Yoongi is a patient man, he can wait.

So when you appeared before him, a red string tied prettily around your pinkie with the thread leading back to his own, he was beyond euphoric . He felt like a champion, of what? He didn’t care much to think.

He felt like he could climb the highest summit in record speed with no equipment and only the warmth of the new bond to keep him alive.

_______

The moment you all appeared in the living room with your shoulder and linked hands glowing purple, all hell broke loose. You didn't even get to look at Yoongi’s reaction when everyone was exploding around you, running to look at the evidence of your connection to Taehyung up close.

“Oh shit…”

“What the fuck?”

“You guys are connected?!”

Taehyung hovered protectively behind you with a smile so bright it can deter the night, hands planted on your shoulders and pushing his hyungs a few steps away to keep them from overwhelming you.

Everyone surrounding you had varying reactions even then, Namjoon kept his distance but hovered over behind his brothers with his eyebrows furrowed, staring with his calculating gaze and the heartbeat echoing at the back of your head grow rampant.

You didn’t dare look at Seokjin, whose gaze weighed heavily with hurt and disappointment. You try not to flinch when you hear him run upstairs, and the door of his room slams shut.

He who had confessed first, had continued to love you even when you had brushed off his affections, somehow didn’t make the cut. You didn’t even want to know what you’d do if you were him.

A finger traces the fading prints of Taehyung’s touch on your shoulder and you immediately crumple to the floor with a gasp as an intense wave of euphoria runs through your veins. You could barely make out the feeling of someone’s arms holding you up and someone pushing your head to their chest.

The bleary sight of what looked like Yoongi pushed through the crowd and reached up to cup your face, instantly, the warmth of his touch grounds you. Then you were being carried to sit on the sofa with everyone spaced around you, except for Jimin who’s bonelessly spread on the opposite side of you.

How funny was it for the universe to link you to the same men you've rejected for the fear of ruining the amazing brotherhood they've built from years of hard work and tears?

As the sensation from Taehyung and Jungkook’s touch subsides, dread reintroduces itself and slowly crawls up your skin. Your headache has long evolved into having two throbbing pulses at the back of your head. From the revelation to the onslaught of feelings attacking and fighting off your initial panic, your body struggled to keep up with the conflicting emotions.

You wanted to run, to hide from their gaze, to put an end to the mess of emotions caused by the forced relief from their touches.

Jimin is now staring at you from across the lounge, his beautiful face contorted into concern, his soft eyes seeing past the fog in yours. They stared at you as if trying to decipher something, as if he could somehow feel how overwhelmed you are.

He opened his mouth to say something when a voice broke through the chatter.

“Are you okay, noona?”

Namjoon’s hands were steadying when he held your shoulders, like water in a desert, like the light at the end of a dark tunnel. With their leader stepping in, all words fell into a hush and for the first time since the chaos, it was silent; save for the slowing rhythms of two heartbeats thudding in your head.

If Taehyung and Jungkook's touch felt like a jolt of energy and Jimin was rejuvenating and healing, Namjoon had the ability to kill the noise in your mind with eye contact alone.

Peering deeper into his gaze, your breath stutters and you move to flinch away in fear of setting off the new bond but instead find yourself slowly coming into a realization when nothing had happened in the short time Namjoon had touched you. The second heartbeat at the back of your mind grows louder, completely setting itself apart from what is truly yours.

You’re sharing heartbeats with Namjoon.

A fifth soulmate.

What the fuck.

“Hyung, are you sober enough to drive?” Namjoon looks up to stare at someone behind you.

“A-are you sure I should be driving her home? I could set something off from an accidental brush of a hand.”

“She’s overstimulated from being surrounded by us, having someone outside the links would help.”

You sensed Hoseok’s apprehension in his silence. Then, he sighed.

“Alright. Let’s go, noona.”

It felt burdensome to leave such a life-altering problem for them to handle while you cower in your home, trying to hide from the reality where you might be linked to all seven of them.

The reassuring squeeze on your shoulders brought you back from the guilty trance you’ve submerged into and was faced with Namjoon's kind eyes and smile.

“Go home noona, we'll handle it from here.”

“You sure?”

He nods. “I know this is overwhelming so I want you to go rest and let me do the planning and talking, alright?”

When you didn’t respond, Namjoon wrapped his arms around you. There’s hesitance in how his movement stuttered, could hear him ponder as he pulled you flush to his chest, afraid of affecting you like the maknaes had but when his touch didn’t evoke the staggering flood of euphoria, he grew more sure of his movements.

With a kiss on your head, he unwraps himself from you and gently guides you back to Hoseok who’s now standing outside the open door of their dorm. His eyes averted and steeled.

Walking to the car was a silent affair and you don’t know if you rather have Hoseok being quiet or not.

It was bearable when he turned on the radio and a song that has no connection to the boys plays, not that it stopped the thoughts from spawning in from the crevices of your mind.

When you had asked the fates for a soulmate, had you sounded so desperate that they'd given you five?

You’ve heard of three souls being connected. Hell, Yeonjun is a part of a five-way soulmate link; Interlinked, is what they’re called. Everyone in the group has their own unique mark with each member which usually led to constant overstimulation in the beginning, the company had put them on medications until their bond settled a year later.

Even today, there are times where they still get affected by their bonds, although not as often as it used to. It was a wonder how there haven't been investigations put on BigHit with how often the five had to be sent to the hospital for soulbond hyperactivity at least once a week for a whole year.

But a nexus between six people, five connected to one. That is unheard of, the rarest even.

Five soulmates yet none of those were Seokjin. Your mind reminds you. Someone who had stuck with you since the first day, the first to confess, and the one who remained loyal, wasn’t tethered to you.

You turned to Hoseok who had remained silent the whole ride, stomach churning as a revelation hangs above your head.

“Hoba?”

“Yes, noona?”

He sounded guarded, his face ironed into a neutral, more serious expression as he slowed as the traffic light went red.

“What’s gonna happen now?”

He bit his lower lip as he pondered, thumbs tapping incessantly on the wheel before he spoke.

“We're gonna have to update your statuses in the fated registry, but I doubt the company will make it public just yet. There's nothing also in our contract that prohibits us from pursuing a relationship with our soulmates if we ever come across them so you're good on that front.”

You notice how he excluded himself from the Nexus bond and you feel a pinch on your heart at how formal he has become, as if he’s already put up a wall between you both.

“We'll probably have a long talk about it once I get back but I doubt they'd wait for me since it doesn’t really concern me anyways. You’re probably wouldn't be allowed to touch Jimin and Taehyung anymore when you're working because your soulmarks are very obvious and I know you don't want—”

“Y-You don't think you're also…”

Silence followed as he adjusted himself in his seat as the car began to move again, his hands drumming on the wheel halts as the facade he's wearing shattered for a moment and his eyes grew foggy, clouded by a deep shade of blue.

Under the passing warm lights of the streetlights overhead, Hoseok has never looked more devastated to you than he does now.

You had never noticed it, he has always been open with his affections to his friends so you never thought of it as anything but his usual touchiness. He shows his care for you in the same way he does with his brothers, so paid it no need and brushed it off.

How could Soobin notice it? What had he seen that you missed?

“If I was, I would've felt something or seen that something but here we are.” He forces out a laugh before glancing at you and offering a hand. You notice how his smile doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. “We're still the bestest of friends even without the mark, right?”

Hesitantly, you took it.

The moment your fingers wrapped around his Hoseok immediately pulls his hand back in favor of holding the brake between you both.

You try to not let his aversion to touch affect you. New soulbonds are fickle, there’s been multiple reports where people are rushed into ER after brushing their hands against strangers and had been in excruciating pain from soulbond strain.

Their new bodies had thought they were denying destiny and had punished them.

But for him to completely retreat to himself, visibly putting up a tall wall between you both is a different kind of pain. For Hoseok, someone who has never had to restrain himself from holding your hands or hugging you whenever he's excited, to step back hurts you more than you thought it would.

“Noona, we’re here.”

As you left the car, you pondered on what to say to him. What could you even tell him?

Do you even say you're sorry he's not one of your soulmates or would that sound mocking?

Should you say that you had wished once that he became tethered to you or would that be rubbing salt on the wound?

But before you could even turn around and say your goodbyes, the moment the door was closed, Hoseok drove off.

_______

Waking up was dreadful.

It felt more exhausting than it had yesterday when you were going to your third date with Guwon knowing he wanted to propose to you. Sleeping was difficult, you could feel Yoongi touch the string from miles away, eyes flying open whenever you felt the thread become tangible and gently glow in the darkness of your room.

It wasn't his soul-link alone that disturbed you, Namjoon’s heartbeat constantly changed rhythm although it was faint enough to blend into the background with the rumble of the air conditioner. From the nervous gallops to the calmer but deeper thuds whenever he seems to drown himself in his own thoughts.

You had research about your soul links when you grew restless in your bed, obsessed over the fact there's little to no information on your and Jimin's mark, trying to ignore the messages from your mother and sister. They were asking about Guwon and why you decided to end things. You know that you should explain, you at least owe your mother the reason why you had decided to stop seeing the lawyer but you couldn't.

After days of her constant questioning and spamming links of wedding organizers and dressmakers, you couldn't find the courage to face your mother.

Not that it matters anymore though, not after last night.

Would you send her to an early grave once you tell her the news? How do you even break the news to your parents? Hi mom, I'm sorry I've been ignoring you yesterday. Yes, I stopped seeing Guwon but hey, I found you five new son-in-laws and they happen to be the members of the world's biggest boyband so don't be mad yeah?

She might just make true to her threat of hanging you upside down on a sack on your porch back in the province.

The same thought had led you to realizing how bad it would’ve gone if you got engaged with Guwon in Jeju only to find out the next day who your soulmates were.

When you trudged to the bathroom, exhaustion weighed your bones but you excused it to your shitty sleep.

Not once has any of the boys reached out to you the whole night, Seokjin’s silence louder than the others. You know that they're busy handling the paperworks due today but to have not a single text in the groupchat made dread crawl up within you. It had never once died down in all those years it existed until last night.

So when the door rang a quarter to nine, you jumped.

The door opens and Namjoon steps into your living room with Seokjin following closely behind him, expression guarded and eyes averted while his leader approaches you. Both their eyes are swollen, no doubt from a sleepless night.

(You try not to notice how Seokjin looks far puffier than the other.)

“Sorry we went silent, we got… busy talking about things,” Namjoon began, voice soft as ever as he approached you to wrap his arms around you and you let him. “Hyung’s here with me to drive you to the DFR, the others went first since we decided that it's better if you're not lumped up with all your soulmates in one small space so it's just us three for a while.”

“Have you eaten?” Seokjin asks, unmoving from where he stands a step away from the door, guarded and stiff, as if trying to meld himself into the wood.

His voice is hoarse and he looked more worn than you've ever seen him in years yet he managed to sound soft and put on the smallest of smiles. Your heart twinges.

“I haven't, you guys didn't tell me when we were going to have the bond registered.”

Namjoon sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “We got busy the whole night discussing how we'll be moving forward, the company has already cleared out the department office and as Hobi-hyung might've told you, they're doing everything they can to keep this under wraps for now.”

“There’s unfortunately no time for take-outs due to the time crunch, I doubt you guys will be out by twelve but I think we can all go for a good, filling lunch.”

“Jinnie, are you okay?”

The words slipped out of your lips before you could realize it had. His eyes widened for a fracture, taken aback before a sad smile stretched his lips.

“I will be, don't worry.”

Namjoon claps his hands abruptly, cutting through the air as he forces out a grin. “Alright, let's be on our way.”

“What about the family dinners?” You pushed on.

“We'll tell them the truth. I can't exactly bring you to family dinners as my fake girlfriend anymore now, can I?”

What started as Jin needing your help in stopping vulture-like aunties trying to introduce their daughters to him, grew far more serious when Mrs. Kim began to invite you annually to their family reunion dinners and had begun sending you the occasional gift boxes from her trips abroad.

You tried giving them to Jin when the first box came but he insisted you keep them anyway. It made you feel guilty for tricking his family, especially his mother, but Jin needed your help in warding off the bad energy .

“We told hyung that once the bond gets stable next year, you can continue attending them.” Namjoon adds.

“Obviously I denied, what a stupid idea.” Seokjin immediately responds with a scoff and crosses his arms. “Why are you even paired with them when they disregard your safety like this? Really, why would you guys even suggest that?”

Namjoon turns to him with a look that seems to ask ‘do you really want me to answer that?’ and Seokjin pursed his lips in a straight line. You laughed.

It was a relief to see that nothing has changed within their dynamics. You had feared the day everyone would turn against each other because of you. It had made you wary of how much time you spend with a member one on one, scared the others would think of it as picking favorites.

To see Seokjin, the one you have no doubt been more devastated than Hoseok, be making light hearted jokes about the soulmarks lifted off a huge weight from your shoulders.

If the new bonds weren’t so sensitive, you would’ve hugged him.

“I hope auntie won't take it to heart. You were a nice boyfriend but you kept nagging me to pay a nonsense debt.”

“You still have a balance to settle with me, don't forget that,” He jokes. “But seriously, mom would be sad, she liked you better than me.”

Namjoon's phone pings, the sound silencing you both. With a hissed apology, he turned his attention to the device and read the notification on his lock screen before turning to you.

“We need to get going soon. Hobi hyung said Yoongi hyung and Jimin just got called up.”

“Wait, I haven't showered yet! You guys didn't warn me!”

But as you move to run back to your room, Namjoon stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“It's fine, noona.”

“It's not like we haven't seen you with unwashed hair for two days straight.”

“What was the longest day, hyung?” Namjoon clicks his fingers, a small teasing grin tugging his lips.

“Three days I think?”

“I thought it was a week?”

“It might’ve been.”

Their laughter when you slapped both their arms twinkled in your ears. The sound warming your chest but also grating your gears at the same time.

Fresher than you had been earlier, you all arrive at the DFA an hour later. Spending thirty preparing, another half traveling to the heart of Seoul.

There's already a few bodyguards dressed in civilian wear lingering outside the office. Mr. Lee approached the car once the three of you began to step out before ushering all of you inside the building with a few other guards.

Save for the receptionists on the other side of the counter placed in the dead middle of the room, the lobby was empty. Sejin comes out from the wide open arch on the right, a man dressed in a neatly ironed tailored black suit following behind him.

“Let's all move to where the rest are. We couldn't rent the building for the whole day so they’ll be opening to the general public soon but we were allowed to have one floor to ourselves.”

None of you objects and followed him to the elevator and to the second floor where you were immediately greeted by Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook sitting on the blue plastic seats clustered by both sides of the walls.

When the metal doors parts open, their heads turn and immediately, Taehyung stands and runs up to you with arms wide.

Namjoon and Seokjin weren't able to react fast enough. The moment Taehyung wrapped himself around you, a powerful wave of bliss crashed over you and your legs gave out. They all screamed your name as you fell but they were muffled, hands grabbed onto whatever they could in the haste of catching you.

In the bleariness of your vision, you could make out Taehyung narrowly avoiding crumpling onto the floor when someone caught him by the waist.

“...That was so stupid of you…”

“...Why…Taehyung?...”

“Noona?”

The haze clears and you find yourself being carried by Seokjin into the nearest doctor’s office. You hear the door open before Yoongi’s exasperated but concerned voice follows.

“What the hell happened now?”

“We have no idea, Tae’s touch didn’t do this to her last night.”

“Fuckin—Just get her inside.”

“Noona, I’m so sorry!”

Seokjin lets you down on a soft cushioned armchair and you find yourself staring back at a bespectacled woman with hair so straight you wonder how Yoongi didn't feel exorcized at the sight of it.

She didn't waste any time and she rose from her seat to inject something in your arm.

“What a wild introduction this is. First you come in with five soulmates, a Nexus group and one of them having Healing Touch, and as if that's not intriguing enough, you faint after a touch from Love Prints ! So, very interesting!”

She returns to her seat as the haze ebbs away from your vision with the glowing purple paint on your torso.

“I guess it's true that all soul specialists are… enthusiastic .”

“Only on the right things, don't worry we don't bite.”

There's almost a manic look in her eyes as she stares at you with a fascination only seen in a mad geologist who had found a new and infinitely curious piece of history in the dirt. Seokjin pats your shoulders, squeezing it assuringly for the last time before he disappears out the door.

“So, how's this gonna go?”

Doctor Gwak Jihye was a woman with flat light brown hair almost the same height as you. There's narrow rectangle glasses sitting neatly on the bridge of her nose and a notable beauty mark placed on the apple of her cheekbones. Black vine-like tattoos peaked out of her cream turtleneck, a soulmark you guessed once you saw the ring on her finger.

The band is as dark as the night yet gleaned like stars under the bright light of the room with three deep blue sapphires engraved on the front. A ring made from soul metal, created and used only by the tethered.

She wore the standard white coat of every doctor you’ve ever met with the exception of the detailed pin of two white strings knotted together inside the lining of a heart and a red cross placed in the middle of it all.

“We'll do the basic health checks, the measurements and all the like. Nothing too difficult. Then we educate you on every soulmark you have. You are aware of what you have with the five of them, correct?”

She rapid fires and you're left agape, mouth closing and open as your brain catches up. The doctor raised an eyebrow and you nod. With that, she motions to the scales behind you as she stands. You followed the woman to the stadiometer placed next to the door.

Once she was done taking your measurements down, you both returned to her desk where she asked you a few questions about your allergies and recent medical history. It was an easy procedure, almost boring.

The ever so present exhaustion from waking up that morning is still weighing your bones, you yawned. Staying awake felt like a challenge and you don't doubt she had noticed this when she placed her board down to open her drawer.

“You are feeling more exhausted than before, am I correct in assuming this?”

“Yes…?”

She hummed when she found what she was looking for and placed the thick white medicine bottle in front of you.

“This should help your body get used to the bonds whenever you touch Jimin or Taehyung. The exhaustion is normal since you live far from them but once you move in and are surrounded by your soulmates, you should feel more energized. It should also protect you all from the effects of being touched by someone else but that doesn’t mean you should go hugging everyone out there, remember that you have soulmates now and the bonds can be sulky at times.”

Amoneuron , it reads on the label. Curious, you twist the lid open to see what might just be a hundred of blush pink colored round pills.

“With that out of the way, from what I've heard from Yoongi, you've researched every soulmark there is at one point in your life but I doubt that you don't have any questions,” She fished out the yellow folder under her board and opened it, not knowing how surprised you are to hear Yoongi’s involvement. “Anything you'd like to know about?”

Your mind takes you back to the empty search and countless ‘Did you mean…?’ questions on every result. Jimin and your marks never yielded any results, none in Naver and none in Google.

You tried finding it in your books but none of them were ever close to the touch activated golden swirls and the feeling of being rejuvenated.

“I tried researching what could be Jimin and I’s soulmark but I couldn't find one, is it that rare of a mark?”

She nods. “ Healing touch , there's so little information of that type of mark since the last recorded case can be traced back to 1894.”

Your eyes widen, surprised by how rare of a mark you share with Jimin.

“Which meant if there were soul-link related sickness between you, I fear that we won't be much of help as we don't know much about Healing Touch other than mates who has it doesn't get hungry, thirsty nor need much sleep if they interacted enough,” She gauges your reaction, when she saw your confusion she continues. “By interacting enough, I don't mean hugs or hand holding, I mean kisses and sex.”

You began to cough violently, choking on your saliva at her bluntness, cheeks burning bright but she ignored you and continued.

“Hand holding and hugs can only guarantee better stamina and endurance, even being close enough can make the other have a bottomless energy. As this concerns a highly valued individual, our team is already attempting to acquire more information about Healing Touch but I don’t have an estimated time on when we’ll be ready to share our findings, please understand that we are also surprised by this mark’s sudden revival.” She smiled. “Anything else you'd like to ask?”

“Are Taehyung and Jimin's marks somehow similar? I remember feeling… rejuvenated whenever the both of them touched me but then got overstimulated.”

Her eyebrows rose.

“No, Taehyung’s touch shouldn’t affect you outside of the first touch nor should you be suffering from soulbond hyperactivity from both of them. When Seokjin had carried you in, what exactly happened beforehand?”

“When Taehyung hugged me again not too long ago, we experienced soulbond hyperactivity.”

“Huh.” Was all she replied with, hand scribbling furiously on her notes. You had the urge to sit up a little straight and take a peak at what she’s writing down so passionately but decided against it, fearing what you might learn from it.

“Any guesses on what could have caused this?”

“It's hard to say much for now since Healing Touch is a very rare mark. But I can hazard a guess and say that due to their similar nature being touch-activated marks and Healing Touch being as powerful as it is, it had influenced Love Print somehow.”

If Taehyung’s soulmark has evolved due to Healing Touch as suspected, then does that mean the benefits, at least the bare bones of them, extend to him as well?

You already sense the building headache you’re about to experience in the future with three—including Jungkook whose energy is already a thousand times more of a kid in a toy store—bouncy men with the energy of a toddler in a sugar rush. In advance, you began to pray internally for Namjoon, Sejin, and Seokjin’s sanity.

“Is it possible that this could also affect Jungkook?”

“We don’t know for sure, it's a possibility but if anything were to happen, please don’t hesitate to contact us.”

She then turned back to writing her thoughts down, furiously scribbling with a fire in her eyes before she finally placed down her pen and sighed.

“It seems that I am due to share notes with the doctor who had interviewed Jimin,” She says, slamming her journal close with a smile. “This could lead to a breakthrough in the future. With both of your permissions, we would like to study your soulmark more intimately .”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it but my soulmate might not share the sentiment. The company as well.”

“Your soulmarks could very well lead up to the discovery of the cure to an incurable disease, I doubt he would decline such a possibility.”

You don’t doubt the possibility of your soulmark being the answer to the long time issue of something as fatal as cancer or dementia but the prospect of being examined, had made you feel uncomfortable. To be under intense scrutiny and possibly put under a specific diet to tailor to their needs—especially when Jimin had only recently stopped caring about his body image—had made you more unwilling to participate.

You’d spare a few vials of blood since your bond can regenerate it back in record time but a prolonged trial is definitely a no.

“Why did it manifest now? After all those years, why now?” You ask abruptly, trying to change the subject.

You hoped she would take the bait and luckily, she did with a defeated sigh.

“As you know, once we hit the age of 16, the chances of meeting our soulmates goes up to 10% and will gain the same amount the next year. This will continue on until it hits a hundred on the 26th and the chances of manifesting a mark stops on the 27th,” You nod, feigning ignorance and she continues. “The Nexus connection had to wait for Jungkook to show which had put yours and the rest to a state of dormancy. So when he turned 21, with half a hundred percent chance, he finally got a mark and here we are.”

You stand and bow, not wanting to leave any free millisecond where she could try continuing to pressure you into agreeing into their research.

“Thank you so much for your insight, Dr. Gwak.”

She looked incredulous and surprised by your sudden actions before returning the gesture.

“It’s a pleasure to be able to foresee a unique connection such as yours, Ms. Y/n. I hope you all the best.”

With that, you leave the room in a haste and let out the biggest exhale once the door behind you closes.

You hear the soft murmurs of voice just around the corner where you guessed you’ll find everyone save for Namjoon who must’ve been called after you had been carried in by Seokjin. But when one door closes, another opens. There’s still a few things you’re due today, a talk with the inner circle of the company, talking with the legal team to figure out who else can know the connection outside of your Nexus, and how you’ll be continuing working as their make-up artist.

There’s a tug down the thread and you look down at your pinkie to see the line turn tangible and vibrant.

‘How are you?’

‘Feel good?’

Tentatively, you twirled the string around your finger and the headache fades. You watch as it glows brighter, livelier with both hosts touching it before tugging it back twice.

‘Good.’

Instantly, Yoongi responds.

‘Glad . ‘

You expected the string to dim but it remained vibrant under both of your touch and warmth exploded in your chest.

“Are you the lady with the Healing Touch soulmark?”

You jumped back to see an old woman, around the age of sixty, peering up at you with a gentle smile playing on her lips. She dons the same white coat Dr. Gwak wears the same pin of a soul specialist on the lapel and her name tag displayed on her breast pocket.

Shin Sun-young , it reads.

“In my years of being a specialist, I've never seen so many souls connected to one so I'm sorry if I'm a bit much, I'm very curious how it must feel. Having one is already overwhelming for me, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling now.”

“Yeah it's a bit much sometimes. I don't know how to deal with it.”

“We have some medicines for that but I’m sure you already know that and have been prescribed right. It’ll dull up your senses then you can stop taking it after a year.”

She pats your back as you both walk off the sides and you find your soulmates sitting obediently down the hall. Jimin was lying on one cluster of seats in front of the others with an arm over his eyes and the other pinched into a fist on top of his stomach while the rest of the boys squeezed together into the five seats on the opposite wall.

You notice the missing presence of their eldest but shrugged it off, guessing that he must've wandered off to find the bathroom or a vending machine.

“I hope it goes well for you seven, I'm sure they'll treat you so well.”

Your head snaps to her. “Seven?”

“Oh? Am I wrong? I thought all of those boys are tethered to you. Forgive this old soul.”

You try to not think about how she must’ve intentionally guessed wrong to fish for information. Soul specialists have the reputation of being crazy knowledge-driven people with barely any other qualifying trait other than their unusual obsession with soulmates after all and this lady just happens to be one.

“Hoseok and Jin, their eldest who has gone somewhere, aren't tethered to me. There's no sign of any marks manifesting and we just assumed the worst.”

You hated how you sounded so dejected. You must’ve sounded so greedy to the lady for wanting to have your seven friends to be yours, as if you even deserve Seokjin’s unfaltering love.

She hums. “Are you sure about that?”

“What do you mean?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

“Dear, everything in the world is advanced now. They could have their blood tested to see if there's a possibility that they're also tethered to you.”

You were reminded of the times where you began to dread your birthdays when you should've been celebrating, the desperation before the abrupt descend of defeat on your birthday this year when you finally realize that you weren't

“How is that possible? Why now? We've had years of technological evolution but something like that only appears now? Where was this when I wanted to find out if I was—”

She sighs and puts a hand on your shoulder, effectively shutting you up. “Soulmates are spiritual deary. Past technology and brains of yesterdays had difficulty in figuring out the hows and why it works. But now, I can assure you that we have finally found a way to find if you're really untethered or not.”

“Tha-that’s a thing?”

You turned around to find Seokjin on the opposite hall, carrying what seems to be a hundred snacks with two hands, surprise contorting his face. Crossing the distance in under two steps, he stared at the lady with hopeful eyes.

“Where can I have myself checked?”

The way his voice dripped with hope, with desperation of a man who had lost his way and finally found a chance of redemption, a new salvation to pour his attention to. Hearing it made your chest clench. But there was no testimony for their new found tech, there's no telling if they're actually telling the truth.

As much as you are curious as to what the result could be, you couldn't have Seokjin join the test all hopeful only to fall into a deeper hole if he found out that he's actually untethered.

Your heart won't be able to handle the absolute devastation that would follow.

“Jinnie—”

“You boys are in luck, we just had the machine set up last night and we’re looking for volunteers.”

“I’ll do it. Me and someone else.”

As they began to talk about the technicalities of using the machine and partaking in their research, you found yourself standing there in shock.

You already suspected Hoseok also shared the same sentiment Jin held but to hear him indirectly confirm them had your heart bottoming to the soles of your feet. The guilt that used to only stem from Jin and Taehyung's confession came back to you like a blow to the head.

Jin then walked away, you followed to see him approach an increasingly concerned Hoseok who watched his hyung march up to him with an indistinguishable fire in his eyes.

“Hoba, I found a way.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Found a way? To-to what exactly?”

“They have the technology to figure out if we're actually untethered or not.”

Everyone's eyes widened. Jimin had woken up from his nap and turned his head to his hyungs, shocked by what he had heard. Taehyung's jaw hung open, looking around in bewilderment before he stood to walk around the rest of the boys and into the stunned Hoseok on the other side of the seats to engulf him in a hug.

Even Manager Sejin who had been talking to the lawyer he brought with him had turned to listen to the conversation.

“H-Hyung—”

“I've already talked to the doctor who will be overseeing our examination and all they ask of us is our blood then the resul—”

“No.”

Seokjin’s shine dims with the atmosphere as his smile falls. Taehyung pulls away, more astounded than he was before as he stares at him in disbelief.

“Hyung?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Seokjin stammers out in disbelief.

Hoseok lets out a defeated sigh. “What if it came out as negative? I've already accepted my status. I-I don't want to raise my hopes up only to come down to the same result we’re all expecting.”

“It doesn't hurt to try Hoba,” Seokjin said softer this time as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “Try it with me, please . If it's negative, at least we can lament together.”

The younger man stared up at his hyung, conflicted. For a while, all Hoseok did was look back into the fire in Seokjin’s eyes, searching for an answer only he knew the questions to before he let out a defeated sigh and stand, motioning to his hyung to lead him the way.

Everyone waited for them to return, ordering a diabolical amount of fast food to eat for lunch as the two were taken to the testing area. You took the seat next to Yoongi, making sure you’re far away from the practically vibrating Tae and Jungkook staring at you with wide, puppy eyes.

It's only 10am at that point yet your energy tank is drier than the sahara and non-existent as a stress-free day. When the two returned, you were already slumped down on Yoongi's shoulder half asleep.

The day unfortunately, didn't end there.

After your soulmarks were registered, you all went to BigHit for a meeting and you thanked the high heavens no one from your department had seen you enter the conference room with the boys and a lawyer.

Minhyuk had asked you why there'll be a company party at dinner but no birthday boy will be showing up. You lied and told him that Jungkook’s going back to Busan to celebrate his birthday with his family. Jihye had also questioned your absence and you had apologized to her, knowing how often you've been going for leaves these past few weeks.

She says it's fine but you still feel bad anyways.

The meeting was short yet it felt like centuries had passed until you were freed. Just a couple of rules being laid like you being unable to tend to Jimin and Taehyung makeup anymore, the living situation where you'd be moved to the Bangtan dorms, and who else would be allowed to know about the connections between you and the boys.

Thankfully, they had approved letting your three friends know once you reasoned that they'll be able to save you once people began to question your aversion to touching Jimin and Taehyung in the future.

By the time you had trudge into your room, you were beyond the word exhaustion. Brain far too fogged up you to pick up on the blaring red lights in your mind as the world swirled around you and you fell face first into your bed.

You chalked it up to your sleepless night and the emotional stress you've gone through these past few days so imagine your shock when you wake up and find yourself in a sterile and white room whose ceiling lights burned your eyes the moment they opened again.

It was so bright and so white, you remember passing out before you came here and all you could feel now was bliss, as if the heavy baggage you've collected from last week and last night had been lifted off your form.

As if you were in heaven .

“G-God?”

“No, it's Min Yoongi. Open your eyes, brat.”

The haze clears at his gruff voice and you begin to hear the stable beeping echoing in the hollow room. There's a heavy weight wounded loosely around your waist as well on your legs, turning your head, you were faced with the peaceful but almost colorless face of Jimin, his usually plush pink lips now pale and chaffed as his body trembled next to you; you were shaking too.

Turning to Yoongi to ask him what happened, you find your hand entangled with his. His impassive face now laced with concern and there were dark bags hanging under his eyes as if he hadn't been sleeping for a while.

“What the hell happened?”

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CHAMELEON IS SOOOO GOOD UGH im obsessed with this dysfunctional couple trying to be functional again! thank you so feeding us!!

i would love to see that breakfast scene btw 👀

Chameleon // Jack Abbot

“Do you still get the usual?”

It wasn't supposed to be such a loaded question. But the reality was, no. No, you didn't get the loaded avocado, with smashed pumpkin, pickled onions, tomatoes and feta on sourdough anymore. You didn't get the dish you and Jack had often shared. The meal was balanced well rounded. Filling. But you'd stopped ordering that when Jack moved out.

Now? You didn't have an order. You hadn't been to Willows since you asked for a separation. It wasn't the same without Jack.

“I'll just have whatever you're having, with a chai latte.”

But here you were. Sitting across from the love of your life, at a table set for two, feeling like the third wheel. Jack…the silence, and yourself.

“I had a pretty rough end to the shift,” It's Jack that breaks it though. He sounds tired. You recognise a little exhaustion, maybe even a hint of despair laced through his words.

“Oh, wanna talk about it?” With a scowling brow, you probe. It's not like Jack to offer up the things that trouble him for free. At the very least, he'd developed a rather frustrating habit of just not offering it to you.

“I had a guy come in who'd come off second best after being hit by a car on a run,” Jack explained as he rubbed his palms on his knees. He was sweating. Why did you look so perfect? Even after a fifteen-hour shift. “His fiancée was, rightly, devastated. But she told me they'd had one of their first big fights and he'd decided to go for a run to cool off.”

You didn't reply. The heaviness that surrounded the two of you was all that needed to be focused on. Jack sipped his long black. You stirred your Chai. Both the bacon and egg rolls that Jack had ordered for both of you were now going cold on their respective plates.

“Made me think about us,” He broke the silence again. Only this time, your heart dropped into your stomach. “How…complicated things have gotten.”

It was never meant to become out of control. The sadness, that is. Jack thought he had everything under control. He was managing. He was working. He was coping.

Until he woke up with his hands around your neck.

“I never want to experience that level of regret; that look on her face was something ripped right from a horror movie.” Jack could picture it as clear as day. He was sure he'd remember this woman's grief for years to come. The permanence of it all. The end. The ‘that's it, you can't take back what you said’ in her eyes when she realised her soon-to-be husband was dead, and the last thing she said was ‘Fine, but don't come back with an attitude still.’

It made Jack reflect…

“Makes you wonder if you'd turn back the clock, doesn't it?” You signed, picking at the crispy outer edges of the fried egg on your burger.

“Or you could have just…not left.” He didn't mean for it to sound so one-sided. Like everything had been so perfect before you walked away. Jack didn't mean to make it sound like this was your fault. It wasn't, but god, why did you have to leave?

“That's not what this is or ever was, Jack? You know why.” You replied, shock made its home across your face as you did so. Where the hell did that come from? “I'm sorry about your patient, but seriously, watch what you say to me.”

“I needed you the most and you—” Jack watched the fake reality he'd found himself surrounded by, shatter around him. He'd gotten lost in the flirtatious nature of your breakup. He thought he could repeat the cycle… But you pushed back.

“Forgave shit you would have hated me for, that's the conversation you aren't ready for yet! That's what I did.” It was clearly not the first time you'd had to remind Jack what the reality of the situation was. At least that's probably what the older lady sitting at the table adjacent to you thought. She sent you a small look of sympathy…but although intended as a gesture of kindness, it just felt like a knife to the chest.

“It wasn't that I left you when you were at your lowest, because I made sure you got proper help before I got myself help.” Jack didn't interrupt as you spoke. He simply sat across from you, thinking about how he shouldn't have opened his mouth.

“If I didn't love you and didn't want you to be a part of my life, I wouldn't be sitting here trying to figure out if this was just some half thought out attempt at an apology, or if you really are just reaching an age where critical thinking skills start to rapidly decline.”

“Sorry, I am.” Jack groaned as he ran his hands over his face. You knew he was, you could see it in his eyes when he looked at you. His soul had aged, but they were still the same eyes you fell in love with.

“You should be,” You scoffed in disbelief, although it wasn't too far out of the realm of possibility for Jack Abbot. “My god, this was a mistake.”

“I didn't mean it to sound like that,” Jack admitted with a softness in his voice. The guilt was already eating him alive. Sitting this close to you, yet so far away, was driving him wild. “I just mean, I wish things hadn't gotten so bad that you felt like leaving was the only option you had.”

“Yeah, well,” You groaned, reaching for your chai latte. The sip was heavenly. Maybe it had something to do with the fact you'd been stirring it absentmindedly for five minutes. Or maybe it was just the fact that you hadn't been to your favourite cafe since your separation. “Can't take it back now, just—think.”

The frustration in your voice was extremely difficult to hear. The last thing Jack ever wanted to do was be the cause of your pain, discomfort or anger. Yet here he was…the cause of all three.

“You don't usually like it when I do that?” Jack tried to lighten the mood. He smiled, just barely. But you saw it.

“Beats the alternative where you're just an outright jerk.” You replied. The giggle the two of you shared was as pure as your love. It was a nice moment of reprieve as the hustle and bustle of Willow's cafe filled the comfortable silence.

“I said I was sorry,” Jack smirked. His eyes never left yours. He had a way of making the world around you stop when he had you locked in a state so fierce, it nearly took away your ability to breathe.

“Yeah, you say that word a lot, actually.” It was the way you rolled your eyes that broke the stare off. The contest filled with nuance and context that others just passing by would never catch. “To the point where you'd think the definition would be easier to understand.”

Jack faked a pained chest. You laughed. He smiled softly. It was definitely a moment. It was…nice?

“You look beautiful, by the way, I haven't told you that in a while, but you look,”

“Thanks,” You accepted the compliment. “You look like you've been up for three days.”

“Bed's a lonely place.” Jack shrugged. It was the truth. Sleeping was hard at the best of times. But sleeping alone really made the voices echo.

“Might need to fix that, pops.” You teased. It was your way of telling Jack he had to keep trying. Keep fighting.

“I never should have listened to Robby.” Jack offered up as he shook his head. A mouth full of burger had him muffling his words. But you understood perfectly.

“Was he the one who told you to take your wife to breakfast and insult the shit out of her?” “I might have to tell Robinavitch to back off?”

“My wife,” Jack repeated. He heard it loud and clear. You had just referred to yourself as his wife. It sent electricity shooting through his body like he was designed just for you. “I haven't heard you say that in a long time.” That very statement alone was enough to have your heart aching inside your chest.

“I haven't felt like it in a long, long time.”

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chloewriteswhenshewantsto · 7 days ago

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Hard to sleep

Authors Note: It’s me. Hi. I’m back with another attempt at “writing”. This is a fluffy heartfelt story. There is sadly not a lot of Jinshi x reader fics out there and I want to change that.

Pairing: Jinshi X Female! Reader

Warnings: None (pure fluff)

Word Count: 2.1K

“My lady,” Suiren sighed, a note of gentle exasperation lacing her voice. “You truly should sit down and take a moment for yourself.”

“Would it help if I said that I genuinely enjoy peeling potatoes?” you say with a playful chuckle, amused by her expression of horror at the notion of a noble lady engaged in such mundane tasks.

“Princess!” she exclaims, her tone both incredulous and affectionate.

You respond simply with a warm smile, finding comfort in the banter. “The truth is, Suiren, I grow increasingly bored within these walls of the house. Besides, if I am to adopt the same habits as my husband and pretend that I have a different role, I might as well embrace it and play the part of a lady in waiting correctly,” you assert, trying to convince her of your intentions.

“Be that as it may, you are still a Princess,” Suiren replies, a hint of concern returning to her voice.

“I can hardly allow the princess of the nation to be performing the work of a cook in the kitchen. You see, I am more than capable of handling these tasks myself.” Her commitment to her duties shines through, yet you feel a pang of frustration at being sidelined.

“Please, Suiren, is there truly nothing I can do to assist you in any way?” you plead, hoping to bridge the gap between her insistence on propriety and your desire to contribute.

“Well—” she begins, but her thoughts are interrupted by the unexpected sound of a door closing with a soft thud. A mischievous glint enters her eyes as she quickly regains her composure. “You may assist me with that,” she says with a playful tone.

Jinshi sighed deeply as he walked through the door after a long day away, feeling absolutely exhausted and extremely stressed. It had undoubtedly been one of the tougher days at work he had experienced in quite some time. The rear palace, with all its demands and intricacies, certainly did not run itself, much to his disappointment and frustration. As he stepped into the living room, he found himself gravitating toward the inviting couch. Without hesitation, he sank down into its cushions, letting out a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world with it.

As you make your way into the living quarters, the sight that greets you is that of your beloved husband, Jinshi, inelegantly slouched across the sofa, completely worn out. His hand is rubbing his temples in an attempt to alleviate the pressure that seems to be building there, and you can't help but notice the dark circles gathering beneath his eyes like storm clouds threatening rain. He looks utterly exhausted, and your heart aches at the sight of him. You know it is time to take action, and you must speak with Gaoshun about finding a way to lighten his heavy workload. After all, a face as beautiful and kind as Jinshi's shouldn’t be twisted into expressions of fatigue and stress.

“Darling,” you say gently, making your way over to him with concern etched in your voice. “Are you okay?” Jinshi takes a moment before he responds, sighing again, this time placing his head between his hands, a gesture that speaks volumes of his weariness. “I’m fine,” he replies, his voice slightly muffled. “I am just very exhausted. It was an extremely long and stressful day at work,” he admits, revealing the toll that the pressures of his responsibilities have taken on him.

Jinshi's usually serious and composed facade when in public would quickly crumble when he found himself at home with you, his beloved wife, the one person with whom he felt the most relaxed and at ease. In your presence, he felt free to let go of all the burdens and pressures of his professional life; that steely image he maintained in front of colleagues and acquaintances would fall away, revealing the more playful and sometimes childish side that only you were fortunate enough to witness.

As he sat at the dining table with his head cradled in his hands, a deep sigh escaped his lips, followed by a melodramatic yet undeniably sincere childlike whine, resonating with exhaustion, "I’m so tired."

“I know you are,” you replied gently, moving closer to sit beside him, offering a comforting presence. “You are taking on far too much for one person to handle.”

Jinshi, seeking solace, closed his eyes, and leaned more into your comforting hand as you tenderly stroked his face. The gentle touch felt like a wonderful and soothing balm after such a stressful day filled with endless responsibilities and overwhelming duties. He mumbled softly, almost as if confessing a secret, "I know, I just can't help it. The work just keeps piling up, and I feel like I am going to go insane."

As your fingers moved through his hair, Jinshi's tension and stress began to melt away, replaced by a sense of calm and relaxation. He leaned into your touch even more, savoring the simple comfort of your presence, and murmured with a hint of contentment, "That feels nice."

You took the moment as an opportunity to lean down and place a soft kiss on his temple, a gesture filled with love and understanding. He closed his eyes once again, allowing himself to revel in the peace and warmth that enveloped him as he continued to lean into your nurturing embrace.

He mumbled softly and somewhat uncertainly, “I don’t deserve you.” The weight of his words hung in the air, filled with an emotional struggle that Jinshi could not easily shake off. He felt an overwhelming wave of guilt wash over him as he contemplated the burden he had unfairly placed on you, recognizing that he wasn’t trying to make you his personal stress reliever. Instead, he was painfully aware that by confiding in you and relying on your support, he felt like he was adding extra layers of stress and pressure onto your shoulders, which was the last thing he wanted.

Opening his eyes, he gazed at you earnestly and said, “You don’t have to do this; I feel awful putting you through all of this every day. It’s simply not fair for you to have to sit there and soothe my stress every single day. I should be able to manage my own emotions without dragging you into my struggles.”

You looked at him with a reassuring expression, your voice steady and kind as you replied, “It’s not about what you can handle or not. I’m your wife, and I say that if I can help you feel better at the end of each day, then that’s what I’ll do,” your words resonated with a deep sense of commitment and love.

Jinshi remained silent, knowing that when you spoke with such sincerity, you truly meant every word, and he recognized that it would be futile to argue with you on this matter, for his love for you was far too strong to allow any disagreement to take root.

“Here,” you said gently, patting your lap invitingly. Jinshi understood the comfort you were offering, and a smile spread across his face as he leaned over, resting his head in your lap, feeling the tranquility that came from your presence. That simple act of resting soothed him profoundly as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift away momentarily from the stress and tension that often plagued him. In that peaceful moment, he could escape the burdens of the world and simply be present, enveloped in the warmth and care that only you could provide.

He mumbled out in a soft voice, "You spoil me too much," his words barely audible as he spoke.

In response, you playfully teased him, saying, “I have too, Suiren won’t make my favourite sweet treats for me unless I’m on my best behavior.” Your tone was light and playful.

Jinshi couldn’t help but laugh to himself at your charming quip; he found you not only adorable but also incredibly funny. In that moment, he felt overwhelmed with a sense of being spoiled and completely loved by you. Allowing himself to breathe deeply, he closed his eyes and let his body relax completely, enjoying the comfort of your presence.

He then mumbled softly, “You're such a cute wife,” his words hanging in the air as he let them float between you like a gentle breeze. The moment he said it, you felt your cheeks warm and blush at the sincerity and spontaneity of his unfiltered comment, causing your hand to halt for just a brief second as you were lightly brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Why did you stop?” Jinshi asked playfully, his eyes opening just a sliver to catch a glimpse of your face. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself, fully aware that you were likely feeling a bit flustered by his sudden compliment. Your adorable reactions were undoubtedly one of his favorite things about you; he cherished the way you responded whenever he called you cute, and it always reminded him of a shy little kitten, so innocent and endearing.

“You should be nice to the woman who is close enough to pull your hair,” you remarked with a teasing smile, appreciating the lighthearted banter that flowed so easily between you two.

With a cheeky smirk on his face, he leaned in just a little closer and added, “Is that a threat?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a gesture that conveyed both curiosity and a hint of playful reprimand. “You should really be resting, especially before dinner,” you gently reminded him, your voice laced with concern.

Jinshi chuckled lightly, the sound dancing in the air between you. “You’re so bossy,” he said with a teasing grin, his playful tone revealing that he meant no offense.

Deep down, he understood that your insistence on his rest came from a place of love and genuine care for his wellbeing. That was just one of the many things he adored about you; you consistently had his best interests at heart.

“Then heed my advice and close your eyes, my prince. Just allow yourself to rest,” you said softly, continuing to play with his hair in a tender manner.

Jinshi found great pleasure in the way you referred to him with that affectionate title; it was the only moment when his royal role felt adorably sweet rather than burdensome. A smile crept across his face as he surrendered to your gentle prompt, closing his eyes once more. He leaned slightly into your comforting hand as it continued to weave through his hair, the rhythmic motion serving as a catalyst for tranquility. Slowly, he felt himself drifting off, enveloped in the warmth of your presence. The soothing nature of your touch was incredibly calming, washing over him like a gentle wave. He felt all the tension and stress dissolve away as his shoulders relaxed, and he instinctively leaned his head deeper into your lap, finding a perfect spot of comfort that made him feel safe and cherished.

As you continue to gently play with his soft, dark purple hair, Jinshi's breathing gradually slows down, settling into a more rhythmic and soothing pattern as he drifts into a deep slumber. He is now completely lost in sleep, his body fully relaxed, and an air of tranquility surrounds him. As you observe him, he looks remarkably calm and peaceful while he sleeps, embodying the serene beauty reminiscent of a nymph from an enchanting old fairytale, a vision of pure serenity. You find yourself unable to resist the impulse to continue stroking his hair tenderly, marveling at how peaceful he appears, creating a heartwarming scene of him curled comfortably atop his wife's lap.

Suiren, who had been about to speak, pauses mid-sentence, recognizing the wisdom in remaining silent now that the young master has succumbed to rest. She closes her mouth, understanding that it is best to let this moment of tranquility remain undisturbed. The sight of Jinshi in such a state of peaceful slumber is undeniably sweet, almost adorably cute, making it a delightful and cherished view for anyone lucky enough to witness it. The old lady in waiting, who happens to be nearby, notices this captivating scene and can't help but smile softly to herself, as she has never before seen her young master appear so calm and serene.

“This is a moment worth cherishing,” you think silently. You glance down at the young prince nestled comfortably in your lap, feeling a sense of warmth and affection swell within you. “I think dinner might be a little late tonight,” you say quietly, casting a loving look at Jinshi, reassuring yourself that there's no hurry when he looks so peaceful and content right here next to you.

#the apothecary diaries #apothecary diaries #anime and manga #jinshi x reader #jinshi #suiren #gaoshun #reader insert #master jinshi #kusuriya no hitorigoto

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hyewka · 10 months ago

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warnings: infidelity, dom!beomgyu, best friend gyu, dubcon, not proofread

he pouts, his face contorting into a childish display of temper as he lightly kisses your neck. “look what you do to me, baby…” he whines, grinding against you rougher, his cock fully hard now. “could fuck you right here right now... i know you want it too,”

you try to resist him, try to get the feeling building up between your thighs out of your head. this was wrong. thats what clicks for you. “no, no…stop, you know i-"

he hums, his fingers teasing the waistband of your panties. "you want me to rip these off and fuck you right here... don’t you want to feel my cock inside you?” he nibbles at your earlobe.

ever since you got finally got together with taehyun, attempting to completely abandon your unrequited yearning for your best friend, he had suddenly gotten more and more touchy with you which had eventually lead you having sex with him after you had your very first fight with your boyfriend. it was all you had hoped for…aside from the fact that you were committed to another.

when you had seen taehyun the next day, the guilt swallowed you whole, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. then days turned into weeks, and the feeling had eventually passed over until you could push it in the back of your head and pretend it never happened…but beomgyu doesn’t make it easy.

see, ever since that night he’d been trying to get you back in his bed. hes managed to have you cum on his fingers multiple times and had even convinced you somehow to get on your knees for him. each time you’d tell yourself that you hadnt had sex so it…technically wasn’t cheating, it was all you could hold on to without feeling like shit whenever you cuddled up with taehyun late at night.

the worst thing is, hes never shown you any hint of lust before you started dating, so it only throws you off when you spend sleepless nights deeply pondering on his behavior.

but what use does that do when you’ve made the mistake of letting him hang out at your house again knowing how he gets? he’s completely insatiable the moment he walks in, kissing you all over.

“baby?” he calls out and you shiver, the feelings you’ve built for him for years threatening to spill out your throat just at the simple petname hes learnt to latch onto over times you spend together like this. you can’t give in, not again. you swallow hard and shake your head, trying to keep your resolve.

“i’m loyal to taehyun, i’m not making this.. mistake again.” you say firmly, or as firmly as you’re able to make it sound. “i need you to respect our relationship or our friendship’s done.”

he laughs, a dark, twisted sound. "loyal? to him? now you decide to be loyal?”

you stand your ground even though every part of you wants to crumble. “y-you took advantage of my vulnerability and had sex with me, i didn’t mean to betray his trust. but i’m ready to move past all of this and-"

suddenly, his grip on you tightens. “what about all the other times after that? y’know, when your mouth was stuffed with my cock?”

you squeeze your eyes shut in regret the moment the memories come rushing in. he continues, leaning in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “don’t make me out to be the bad guy. i know you want me. i know you really love me.”

your heart stops, his words hitting you like a physical blow. you open your eyes, meeting his gaze with a mixture of disbelief and horror. “what?”

his expression softens slightly, but there’s a determined glint in his eyes. “you heard me. you can’t deny it. all those times, it wasn’t just lust.”

you shake your head, struggling to find your voice. “no, you’re wrong. i love taehyun. i can’t… i won’t do this anymore.”

“you’re lying to yourself. he can't satisfy you like i can... he doesn't understand you like i do...” he trails off, testing your buttons. it’s like you’re under a spell the more he talks, pushing his fingers beneath your panties, his breath getting heavier. “you crave this... you crave me, don’t you?”

#🌷. rana thoughts #toxic gyu while i try to power through editing

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jaydenism · 4 months ago

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been thinking about this bug a lot recently...

i want a big kanade arc pls pls pls 🙏 its her turn to go through the horrors ♡

long kanade ramble ahead!!

i think that savior complex of hers is gonna send her crashing down. hard.

we haven't gotten any huge kanade focus events yet, or anything that really progresses her story or builds her character in a significant way, but im really looking forward to see what they have in store for her character arc. im hoping kana5 will stir the pot a bit and get the plot moving.

i feel like overall shes been really mysterious and strangely without much going on, and at first i thought she was a little boring even... but i think that's by design. she doesn't open up about herself much, and generally appears to be pretty put together, maybe aside from her poor self-care. she doesn't talk about many of her own problems, because she doesn't want to have the others worry for her, when her problems are "insignificant" compared to the others, as she says. i think the lack of progression in her story also fools the audience into believing she has her shit together. ena has had her fair share of struggles. mafuyu had her big arc, but shes also been trying to find herself since the beginning. mizuki just went through hell and finally fell apart after the long-lasting growing tension in her story. but kanade? she's been stagnant. unchanging. it makes it easy for her to be overlooked. but that's exactly what she wants-- to not weigh the others down, and to be their support. but she can't keep that up forever. so yes, i admit i wasn't super interested in her character before, but I've now realized that's because they've hardly even started her story yet. as one of my oomfs said, she was always going to be the last wall to fall.

when reading the story at first, kanade has a lot of warning signs you might glance over. ive only recently started to see them more, like just in passing comments here and there that are REALLY concerning and unhealthy. i mean the most obvious sign is that she barely gives herself time to eat or sleep of course, but the more you pay attention to the subtle things, the more apparent it becomes that she's got some serious shit she needs to unpack, or she may just end up crumpling under the weight of it all. i think her undoing has the potential to be huge. catastrophic even. i really wonder what the writers are planning for her, but all this waiting leads me to believe they could have something big planned. like okay, looking back to the card i drew from, the bloomfes kanade card, shes got some wild shit going on... there is nothing normal about that !!!

i also posted abt this on bluesky, but reiterating it here, i felt like her newest card for her mixed focus event kinda seemed like foreshadowing... specifically because of the niigo colored star charms. mizuki and ena's charms are together, facing each other (yippeeeee), but mafuyu's charm faces kanade's, who's charm is not facing hers. mizuenas charms also seem to glow in the light, while kanamafus dont reflect as much light. could just be coincidence, but i know they love hinting and foreshadowing with card details like this. and overall, kanade's expression is unreadable, like a still, empty doll. the card has a bit of a melancholic feel, to me at least. im not sure how soon the next niigo event will be, but it's gotta be a kanade focus, unless they pull a saki. i dont think its the biggest leap to suggest this could be some foreshadowing for the next event.

but anyway, i think kana5 will start building up the tension at least, maybe entering a kanade arc even. i need to see her snap pls pls pls pls pls

if you read all that,,, wow thanks, u get a star ☆ :)) also lemme know ur thoughts and if im off base about anything

#kanades bloomfes card is incredibly fascinating to me #like damn shes fighting some crazy demons holy shit #kanade crashout pls pls pls #project sekai #proseka #pjsk #prsk #pjsk fanart #prsk fa #nightcord at 25:00 #25 ji nightcord de #n25 #niigo #yoisaki kanade #kanade yoisaki

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logansargeantsbabymom · 11 months ago

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Bar Realizations

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

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I had always known I was different. From the time I was little, strange things happened around me. Objects moved without cause, emotions surged uncontrollably, and the whispers in my head never ceased. When I discovered the full extent of my powers, I knew I needed help—someone who could guide me. That's when I met Charles Xavier.

He was young, kind, and immensely powerful. His ability to control and influence minds was unparalleled, but it was his patience and understanding that drew me in. He offered to help me harness my abilities, and I accepted, desperate to gain control over the chaos within me.

The process was grueling. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, filled with intense training sessions, meditation, and mental exercises. There were moments when I wanted to give up, when the weight of my powers felt too heavy to bear. But Charles was always there, encouraging me, pushing me to my limits, and teaching me to master my abilities. Over time, our relationship deepened. I found myself drawn to him, not just because he was my mentor, but because of who he was—compassionate, intelligent, and incredibly attractive.

One evening, after a particularly challenging session, Charles suggested we take a break. “How about we go out for drinks? Just the two of us,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

My heart skipped a beat. Was this a date? Did he feel the same way about me as I did about him? Trying to contain my excitement, I agreed, and we made our way to a cozy bar in town.

The atmosphere was perfect—dim lights, soft music, and a sense of intimacy that made my pulse quicken. We sat at a corner table, and for a while, everything felt perfect. We laughed, talked about everything and nothing, and I felt closer to him than ever before.

But then, she appeared. A tall, confident blonde with a predatory smile. She sauntered over to our table and immediately latched onto Charles, ignoring my presence entirely. “Hey, handsome,” she purred, placing a hand on his arm. “Mind if I join you?”

Charles tried to gently extricate himself from her grasp. “Actually, we’re on a date,” he said, nodding towards me.

The blonde glanced at me and scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like he’d ever go out with you.”

The words stung, and anger flared within me. How dare she dismiss me so easily? I felt a surge of energy, the familiar tingle of my powers awakening. Discreetly, I focused on her, channeling my emotions into a subtle spell. Suddenly, the blonde started babbling, spilling embarrassing secrets about herself.

“I can't believe I lost my job today,” she blurted out, her eyes wide with horror. “And my ex dumped me because I cheated on him. Oh my god, why am I saying this?”

She turned and fled, humiliated, leaving Charles and me alone once more. I felt a pang of satisfaction, but it was short-lived. Charles turned to me, his expression serious.

“Did you use your powers?” he asked quietly.

Guilt washed over me, and I nodded. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know. I felt jealous, possessive. I wanted you all to myself.”

Charles sighed and suggested we head back to the school. The drive back was silent, the weight of my actions pressing down on me. Had I ruined everything? As we pulled up to the mansion, I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.

“Charles, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to lose control. I just... I care about you so much, and seeing her with you made me feel... threatened.”

He remained silent, his face unreadable. As we entered the mansion, I turned to head to my room, wanting to escape the shame and disappointment I felt.

But then, I heard his voice in my mind. “Y/N, I’m not mad or disappointed. In fact, I’m feeling quite the opposite. That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. Turning around, I saw him standing there, a faint smile playing on his lips. Before I knew it, Charles closed the distance between us, his lips crushing against mine in a passionate kiss.

My body responded immediately to his touch, my desire for him igniting like wildfire. I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over his strong chest as I returned his kiss eagerly. Charles' taste and touch were addictive, and I already knew I would never get enough of him.

Guided by pure instinct, Charles backed me up against a wall, his lips never leaving mine as he reached behind me to open a nearby door. Still kissing me deeply, he backed us into his bedroom, our mouths fused together.

Breaking the kiss briefly, Charles growled softly, his breath hot against my ear, "Get on the bed, baby." His voice was thick with desire, and I felt my core clench at the commanding tone he was taking with me. I wanted him to take control, to show me just how much he wanted me.

I did exactly as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest as I climbed onto the bed and looked up at Charles expectantly. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it, revealing his muscled chest and abs.

My mouth watered at the sight, my eyes roaming over his defined body as I licked her lips subconsciously.

Charles kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and my pussy clenched at the sight, my own clothes feeling too tight and restricting.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby," Charles demanded, his voice hoarse as he watched her intently. "Show me that beautiful body."

I sat up, my hands shaking slightly as I lifted my top over my head, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, shimmying out of them, and then slowly stepped out of my panties, now completely naked and on display for Charles.

He groaned, his eyes raking over my body, taking in my breasts and smooth pussy. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He took a step closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my inner thigh, his touch sending shivers through me.

"Charles..." I whimpered, my voice filled with need. I had spread my legs slightly, inviting him to touch me where I wanted and needed it the most.

As if reading my mind, Charles smiled wickedly, lowering himself between my thighs. He nuzzled my creamy thighs with his face, placing soft kisses along my sensitive skin as he made his way closer to my core.

I sighed, my hands threading through his hair as I savored the feel of his lips and tongue on my skin.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet," Charles murmured against my pussy, his warm breath teasing me. He kissed my inner thighs again before finally zeroing in on my center, his tongue snaking out to lick a long, slow stripe along my slit.

I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily as I felt his tongue swipe through my folds, collecting my essence. "Oh God, Charles!"

Encouraged by my reaction, Charles gently gripped my thighs, spreading me open further to give him better access. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into my dripping core, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside me.

"Fuck, yes!" I moaned, my body writhing on the bed as Charles ate me out with skill and enthusiasm.

My hands grasped the bedsheets as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. Charles devoured me eagerly, clearly enjoying the sweet nectar I was offering him.

It didn't take long for me to climax, my walls clenching around Charles' fingers as I cried out his name.

Charles hummed in satisfaction, licking and lapping up my juices as I rode out my orgasm. But he didn't stop there, continuing to work his magic with his tongue and fingers until I was trembling with sensitivity.

"Please... I can't take any more," I panted, my body still throbbing from the intense orgasms. "I need to taste you now."

With a grin, Charles withdrew his fingers and tongue, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Then he climbed up the bed, positioning himself above me. I reached for his throbbing cock, wrapping my hand around the shaft and stroking him slowly as I guided him to my waiting mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the engorged head, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deep into my mouth. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he threaded his fingers through my hair, gently guiding me as I sucked him off.

I took my time, swirling my tongue around his length, sucking and bobbing my head as I looked up at him through my lashes. I loved the power I felt in this position, knowing that I could bring this strong, powerful mutant to his knees with just my mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N... that feels so good," Charles groaned, his hips picking up a slight rhythm as he gently fucked my face.

I hummed in response, the vibration making Charles grit his teeth. He couldn't hold back anymore; he wanted to feel the tight heat of my mouth around him as he came. With a low growl, he began to thrust into my mouth, his pace quickening as he chased his release.

"Fuck my face, Charles," I moaned, loving the feel of his hard length sliding between my lips. "Cum for me."

my dirty words sent Charles over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he spilled down my throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into my eager mouth.

I savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop he gave me as he rode out his intense orgasm.

We lay together for a moment, catching our breath, before Charles gently withdrew from her mouth, a satisfied smile on his face. "You are amazing, baby."

The comment made me blush, a happy warmth spreading through me as I reached up to kiss him. "Your turn to lay back and enjoy the ride."

With a twinkle in his eye, Charles lay back on the bed, his hard cock standing proud as he watched me straddle him. I smiled wickedly, reaching for a condom from the bedside drawer before rolling it onto him with ease.

I took my time, rubbing my slick folds against his length as I teased us both. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to urge me down onto him. "Tease," he accused playfully, reaching up to tweak my nipples, making me gasp.

"Impatient," I retorted, aligning myself with him before slowly sinking down, taking him deep inside me. We both groaned, I threw my head back as I savored the feel of him stretching me.

Charles' hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to ride him, my tits bouncing with each bounce.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room as I picked up the pace, my hips moving in perfect rhythm. Charles thrust up to meet me, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass as he helped to guide me onto him.

"You feel so good, baby," Charles panted, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "So wet and tight."

I moaned, my head falling forward as I got lost in the sensations. Charles' cock hit all the right spots inside me, and I could feel my orgasm building already.

Reaching between us, I started to rub my clit in tight circles as I rode him harder, my breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum, Charles."

"Cum for me, baby," Charles urged, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock with that tight pussy."

As if on cue, my walls clenched around him, my juices flowing as I cried out his name. Charles groaned, his hips snapping up to meet mine as he thrust into me one last time, spilling himself into the condom.

Our bodies shuddered together as we rode out our intense, mutual orgasm.

Collapsing onto his chest, I felt Charles' arms wrap around me, holding me close. We were both sweaty and sticky, but the post-coital glow and the feeling of satisfaction made it all worth it.

"That was incredible," I murmured, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

Charles smiled, his hand gently tracing invisible circles on my back. "It certainly was. But we're not done yet."

I lifted my head to look at him, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Oh, really? And what did you have in mind?"

Charles' gaze darkened with desire. "I want to try something different. Something a little wilder."

Intrigued, I bit my lip. "Like what?"

Charles rolled them over, pressing a kiss to my neck. "You'll see," he whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke my slick folds. "But first, I want to taste you again."

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hello-nichya-here · 3 months ago

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You would be surprised to see it but there are really many who love Ned and Ashara as a couple and 9 times out of 10 they hate Catelyn and see her as a limit to their couple, despite the fact that Ned - a man who thinks about his past constantly - does not think about her even once and many love the couple just out of spite to Catelyn.

I agree, Jonsa would make everyone unhappy and it would be exactly the kind of marriage that Sansa would not want: for convenience / security instead of love, certainly better with her brother / cousin who does not mistreat her than a madman but it is still not the love marriage that she wants. What do you think about the fact that Sansa and Sandor's name are so similar? They are very different yet similar and even if people want to deny every romantic subtext they can't deny that they help each other to become the better version of themselves (Sandor in particular needed Sansa to be less clinical) and i cant think that is a coincidence: every other character cool but they are SO IMPORTANT to each other's growth for their name to be so similar without a reason. Maybe the reason is exactly that : they are those side of the same coin.

Man, people are freaking ridiculous. Imagine hating a character so much that you pretend "her husband wasn't blind and thought a different woman was beautiful nearly two decades ago, before even meeting his actual wife" means THAT woman MUST be the true love of his life. Did no one tell them they can dislike a character without making shit up?

Repeated/simmilar names are very important in the book series.

Danys the dreamer predicted the doom of Valyria and saved house Targaryen from it. Daeneys is bringing house Targaryen back to it's former glory/saving it from dying out by bringing the dragons back.

House Stark has billion legendary "Brandom Stark"s, and our Bran is told that, in his nan's mind "all Brandoms are one" - and now he might potentially know ALL the other Brans knew because of all the magical nonsense going on with him.

Robb Stark was named after Robert Baratheon - a young man that had won several battles, was named king without expecting it, turned out to not be that great at handling the power he was given, and his death causes all hell to break lose in an already deeply unstable kingdom.

Tyrion Lannister is a character whose entire struggle (internal and external) comes from a ton of traumas over not being loved by his father Tywin, and losing the love of his life, Tysha.

Both Arya and Sansa need to take on new identities to survive, and are told to forget the person they once were - but their new names, Cat and Alayne put together sound an awful lot like CATELYN, their mother, as a hint that this change won't be permanent.

And yes, Sansa and Sandor having such simmilar names has a very clear narrative purpose. Sansa is an idealist that uses her nature as a hopeless dreamer to survive, while Sandor is an idealist that has grown cynical in order to survive.

They both give each other a much needed reality check - Sansa can't keep turning a blind eye to the horrors of the world (for her sake and for everybody else's), and Sandor can't keep trying to avoid responsibily for his role is said horrors because "that's just the way things are."

Sandor makes Sansa more aware of what kind of people/world she's dealing with, Sansa reminds him that he has the choice to not be a monster anymore.

Both characters also fear that they'll never be loved for who they are - Sandor because he's done terrible things and because of his looks, Sansa because all everyone sees in her is the potential of winning Winterfell through marriage. Both are the only ones to truly see each other in a way no other character did.

And, of course, they're the Beauty and the Beast of the book series - George R.R. Martin's favorite love story.

#asks #sansan #sandor x sansa #book sansa #book sandor #the hound and the little bird

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chillian-murphy · 8 days ago

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Cherry Print

SUMMARY: After you move in, Neil starts noticing that everything you do is kind of sexy. He's tortured by it.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS/ADDITIONAL INFO: 🔞 not quite smut but still a lot of sex talk, more humorous than sexy, Neil tries so hard to respect women but is still a horny little gremlin, Neil getting platonically bullied by his coworkers, jerking off, Neil is a perv but never crosses any real lines, he's just tortured by his own libido

Anyway, this fic is sort and maybe a little weird, it's based on a conversation @toobusyshrimping and I had a few weeks ago, my life has been really stressful lately and idk why this was the fic my brain let me write.

You were a girl. Of course, Neil knew you were a girl, but you weren’t, like, a girl. You were a girl the same way his mom was a girl or the way his friends’ wives were girls or any other sexless, non-romantically viable woman was technically a girl but somehow another species from the ones he met in bars or saw on tv. At least, that’s how he thought of you before you moved in.

You were both small business owners struggling to make ends meet after more chain businesses moved into your city’s downtown district, and you moving into Neil’s spare room seemed like a logical enough way for both of you to lower your living expenses. Living together worked really well, actually. Household chores were way easier to stay on top of when you had someone to split them with, and having another person around gave Neil some much-needed motivation to ditch some of his grosser living habits. Everything was smooth sailing, up until the day Neil noticed something in your shared laundry hamper in the bathroom.

It was a pair of your panties, in plain view. Girl panties. That touched your vagina. White boyshorts with little cherries printed on them that were in no way overtly sexual, except they flipped the switch in Neil’s mind that made him realize that you weren’t just his platonic female roommate who ate all the peanut butter without buying more, you were a girl.

Since then, it was all Neil could think about, and it was driving him insane. Everything you did was sexy and he couldn’t un-notice it. The way you never wore a bra when you were lounging around the house, even when your shirts were thin enough for him to see a hint of nipple peeking through. The way your ass stuck out whenever you bent down. The way your electric toothbrush sounded just like a vibrator.

Most of what you did was totally innocent, like the time he walked in on you napping in a tank top and underwear, face down, sprawled out like a starfish under the bedroom ceiling fan. Sure, it was a billion degrees and that was why he went looking for you, to ask what you wanted from the teriyaki place since it was too hot to cook, but seeing you wearing so little with your legs spread… it short circuited his brain. Forget the chicken and rice combo #3, now all he wanted was to grind against the clothed cleft of your ass and shoot his load on the small of your back.

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The guys at work were no help, either. All they did was turn everything he said into a way to bully him.

“So, you know the chick from the t-shirt printing place, right? We're living together, just as like, friends, but everything she does is weirdly sexy and I can't get my dick to stop noticing.” Neil lamented as he collapsed onto the shop’s couch.

"And? Go jerk off about it. No big deal." Jon shot back, not looking up from whatever 80s horror schlockfest was currently playing.

“Jerk off about it? Oh, no shit, I'm jerking off about it. Whenever I can, which is hard to do, seeing as I have a roommate now." he gave Jon his most menacing look as he replied.

“I like her. I mean, I haven't met her, but she got you to start brushing your teeth or flossing or whatever, so whatever she's doing, I approve of it.” Lucien added, unhelpfully. "Hey, remember when we tried that street taco place and Neil had the same piece of cilantro stuck in his teeth for like 3 days? So gross.”

"My teeth aren't the issue here!" Neil crossed his arms and pouted.

“Yeah, but they should be." Jon snickered as Lucien gave him a high five.

"She walks around with no bra and wears these tight yoga pants and one time she got high and petted me like a dog for an hour.” He pouted even harder now. “I don't know why that last one turned me on, but it did."

“Oh no, I have a hot roommate and a full head of hair, what am I gonna do??" Lucien mocked. "That's what you sound like right now. Get a grip.”

"Just not on your dick because it sounds like you're about to rip it off!” Jon just couldn't resist getting in one last jab.

“You guys are assholes." Neil was now folded in on himself as much as he could be, in a bubble of his own misery.

“What are friends, if not people you're allowed to be a dick to?" Neil couldn't tell if that last one was Jon or Lucien, but he did know that he was never, ever, talking to either of them about any of his problems ever again.

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When Neil got home, he realized he was faced with his ultimate nemesis: the yoga pants. Cheap, stretchy, and at least one size too small, they showed off everything. Everything. Part of him wanted to ask you to change, but had no idea how to ask: “hey, I can see the folds of your pussy lips through those black stretchy pants you like to wear, would you mind putting something on that didn't make me think about shoving my face between your legs and motorboating you?"

“Are you okay? You look a little red." Neil was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize you were talking to him until you had a hand pressed against his forehead.

"What? Yeah. I'm fine. Weird day at work is all.” He simultaneously wished that you would stop touching him and that you would touch him all over.

"Are you sure? You feel warm. Maybe you should lie down.” Yes. Lying down. With the door closed and the fan on to mask any weird noises. There it was, the perfect out.

"Lying down sounds good, actually,” he spurted out, trying and failing not to sound too squirrelly." Maybe you could run to the store? I need soup. And tissues. And whatever else sick people need.”

“Okay, yeah, I can do that." He could tell you were getting a little suspicious, but nonetheless, you began searching for your keys. “You sure you're okay? I don't wanna leave you alone if you’re really sick."

“Yeah, no, I think I just need some quiet time. Don't worry." Neil was rushing off to his room with zero regard for how he appeared. Hopefully you would think he just had the shits or something.

Once he was sure you were out of the house, he yanked his pants down with an eagerness that he hadn't known since high school. Now was not the time for decorum nor for digging around his nightstand for lotion, so he spat in his hand and started pumping at an unforgiving pace.

Cherry print panties. How your boobs must look when they're all wet in the shower. Tiny see-through tank tops. That time you made him cuddle you when you were having that dream about high school. Anything about you that fell short of being straight-up violating as he pounded out the guiltiest jerk session of his life.

He came in hard, short spurts, all over his hand and clothing. He was so caught up in his own pleasure and relief, he didn't hear your keys rattling around as the door unlocked.

“I'm back. I tried getting medicine but you never actually told me how you were feeling so I didn't know whether to get cold stuff or allergy stuff or stomach stuff. I have the soup and the tissues, though.”

Shit.

Good news: the deed was done. Bad news: you were back and he was covered in his own cum and had no idea how he was gonna play this one off.

"Just uhhh… leave the tissues by my door, I’ll be out in a second, thanks."

Those tissues are gonna get a lot of use in the foreseeable future.

#cillian murphy x reader #neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis fic #neil lewis x y/n

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rei-ismyname · 25 days ago

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Teen Cyclops gets hit with EMOTIONS 🫠😭🤩🥹😬🥴

AKA I get emotions too, linking and contrasting theory + my disability experience with Scott's.

Yung Cyke is loving his time away from the X-Men and the freedom it allows him to *loosen up.* Lacking context, The Champions view him as repressed and phlegmatic in the extreme. They're right, but he's not an old man - he's just a kid who went from constant trauma to a life of intense responsibility. I think Seinfeld is cringe, but I'm aware that many many people enjoyed it. Scott liking it is more a sign of his time displacement than anything else, though I do wonder if he identifies with any of the characters. Hints of Costanza, most likely. Not sure any are a great fit - what do you think? Newman?

Anyway, my point is that he is benefiting from his newly expanded social circle but The Champions are not Danger Room kids. They don't know that this IS Slim getting out of his comfort zone. A fake moustache isn't the most complicated costume, but you'd never see 'leader of the X-Men' Scott do it. He probably wouldn't even join them, assuming Chuck let them out for Halloween. Kamala and Miles want to see get inside that brain - let's see how they respond when they get their wish.

The catalyst is this jerkoff - Psycho Man. He's a long story, let's just simplify it by saying that he has a machine that fucks with people's emotions. He's using it nefariously until Scott blasts it to pieces and demands his surrender. He flees instead, but Scott has been affected by it and opens his Pandora's Box of repression.

The Champions know something is off when Scott abandons his indoor voice and starts ... acting up. When he smashed the machine some feedback hit him right in the pineal gland or hippocampus, unlocking his emotions on a primal level. Anger and adrenaline flood through him and everyone realises they're in for some X-Men shit. Well, they don't know that at all actually, but the vibe of a dam about to burst is clear and present.

Peppy would be proud.

They still let him fly the team vehicle, perhaps unwisely. Scott really enjoys the freedom of flying - 'no responsibility, no one complaining or making you feel bad.' I wonder what he's referring to with those awfully specific things. No time to worry about that because Scott leans into it and does a barrel roll, scaring TF out of everyone.

They wisely get him off the stick and Kamala brushes it off as 'goofing.' That really sets him off into a shame spiral, though I don't think they truly internalise that this bit is not exactly exaggerated. 'I'm not allowed to screw up. I can't make a single mistake ever! I can't ever let anybody down. If I do then what good am I?'

None of these people know Charles Xavier very well, but if they did they'd probably slap him. I feel like this is the moment when they connected young Slim to the guy that killed Xavier while possessed by the Phoenix. The fact that he's a nosy telepath who raised Scott exacerbates the Fridge Horror. The unhealthy mantras and the beliefs informing them had to come from somewhere, and Scott himself learning about that 'loss of control' didn't have the same shock as the rest of the O5. My reading is that he was offended and embarrassed by the idea he'd lose control - like it's a failure of character.

After seemingly getting a hold of himself and being quiet for a while, Scott openly expresses fear. The team is confused so he elaborates. He's scared of himself, scared of his eyes, scared of losing control. He's scared of killing anyone let alone his father figure. Pathologically terrified, even, and it occupies his every waking moment. He doubts their friendship while lamenting how people see him, without denying his hypervigilance and how it isolates him.

Scott wants to be social and carefree but he doesn't feel like he's allowed to. I can relate. My disability doesn't have the power to hurt people (except myself through inaction or accident) but it's isolating AF and requires hypervigilance every moment I'm awake. People, even close friends and family, don't take it seriously and that sucks. Blame and pressure exacerbate the difficulty of managing my functionality, and round and round it goes. 'What's stopping you?' is a familiar refrain, no matter how many times I explain it. It's exhausting.

Isolation is one aspect of the disability experience - it informs and intersects with exclusion, often passively. There's rarely anyone directly saying 'you can't do this thing;' it's often the way the world, society is constructed - for the able bodied. Nothing fits, or allows you to fit. I know I grieve my former degree of functionality and the things I simply can't participate in. I became disabled at 28, and I'm sure there's nuance for folks born with disabilities or that get worse over time - but I can't speak to that lived experience. No matter what though, as Scott says, 'it just takes.' His 'unable to cry' statement is one I don't recall hearing before this run, but it casts Scott's decades of emotional clodes-offness in a new light. It's a strong character beat that fits seamlessly with his established behaviour and publication history. I usually don't get so personal in my analysis but woof - this hit me HARD. The combination of resentment and hypervigilance over my body and how it is perceived is particularly close to home. So too is sharing with sympathetic friends - they get it, but they also don't.

Round two with Captain Fucko happens while Scott is still affected, and he dips the fuck out. The action is truncated by Tumblr's image limits but his love and protectiveness kicks into overdrive and manifests violently - nearly killing Psycho-Man. Kamala has to step in with the disability aid assist, though it's nice nobody judges him. After letting out all the emotions and optic blasts he has Scott is tapped and falls unconscious.

Even this act of vulnerability, putting himself in other people's hands, is fraught. I'd find that difficult without a checklist of invisible needs to consider, and that's a lot of labour to expect from someone else. Emotional AND physical. That in turn breeds guilt and resentment, as nobody can be a carer forever and negotiating any period of carer/caree relationship is incredibly challenging. The power dynamics and your needs as labor can poison the closest relationship. Nobody wants to be dependent, or even a burden, but needs are needs. Many go without.

It's a little ambiguous if Scott remembers the events of the day, but it's heavily implied he does. He's not embarrassed, per se, but The Champions didn't opt in to Scott Summers trauma dumping and giving them an out is gracious. It's his feelings and they're valid, but they were forced out of him by an attack.

I daresay the team understands what makes Scott tick a lot better, and nobody gives him shit for being uptight after this. The above panel is supplemental, but I think it fits perfectly. I believe it was an overall cathartic experience for Yung Cyke - it feels good to let out every now and then.

The flipside of never talking about it again is that it really is easier to just not engage with disability whether they're close to you or not. It's labour however you slice it and in my experience the reality of permanent disability is depressing to think about. The reality that you're not going to get better is outside context for most, fortunately. That's part of what makes it labour, work. Personally I have found it hard to not be resentful, frustrated, and jealous of having the privilege of not thinking about it. I work to not make it other people's problem, balancing that with the support that's offered.

The majority of my close friends these days are disabled themselves, and navigating that paradigm with two or more people is exponentially more difficult. Some days I don't have the energy to give and vice versa, so I definitely get it. Putting it into action is another story, but balancing needs and availability is part of any relationship. The well-meaning group conspiracy of silence in the last panel (probably) isn't realistic, but it can certainly feel like it. If you got this far, thanks for reading! This is not the post I set out to make, but sometimes it just flows out of you. I'm glad it did, as I need to apply a disability theory lens to my writing more often. The theory and the personal would ideally be further apart, but I needed to get this out. ❤️

#x men #cyclops #ms marvel #nova #champions #miles morales #spider man #amadeus cho #viv vision #marvel #comics #Psycho-Man #disability #seinfeld #charles xavier

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cosmica-galaxy · 2 months ago

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feel free to ignore but could I rq your thoughts on the cookies reacting to human reader who’s exceptionally good at vocal mimicry? I’ll leave it up to u how detailed it’ll be!

all humans have different levels of vocal mimicry and it just so happened one with a wide range made it into earthbread

So what if!!! They use it for 1) hunting wild sweet treats animals to give the geography of earthbread a break let’s say. To maintain nature’s balance. They lie wait and make familiar calls of animals. Since they’re so big, they can’t just run after them as they run practically miles before seeing them (due to the tremors the human would cause) so good thing they’re good at copying their calls to lure them!

2) I was also thinking about how the human would be able to mimic enemy cookies to lure in to capture/attack. Copying the voice of someone dear to them who they had recently lost or like their boss

And the cookies having witnessed these and is all like “holy moly”

Oh gosh, can you even imagine the horror scenario that would invoke in the world of Earthbread? That would be 100% cookie horror movie material. To paint a picture involving this idea, imagine that there's a large group of cake monsters just moving through a section of uninteresting forest. There's nothing overtly ominous about it at all. There's no fog, no warped trees, or dangerous local fauna. It's just a little quieter than a usual forest.

However, as they continue to pass through the forest on their travels, one cake monster goes missing...then another...then another...and two more...and finally--the group is within dangerous single digits. Night falls over the forest and darkness creeps around the remaining cake monster patrol. Panic has long since set in, their comrades not responding to their calls in this plain-looking forest, which was not known for any overt dangers. So it was very uncommon for wanders to get lost or go missing.

Then, in the distance, they can hear one of their lost comrades calling for help. The cake monsters are relieved that their comrade is okay and they immediately send on of their own to go fetch them while the remaining cake monsters set up a campfire. But...the cake monster scout they send out doesn't come back and their comrade starts calling for them again in the woods. A cake monster decides to take a "buddy" with them to go find the missing companion, leaving the last member to keep the fire going. Time passes...the forest is completely silent and the nearby comrade has gone silent too. The lone cake monster desperately holds onto their weapon, eyes focused on the surrounding woodlands, and panic has made them restless. They feel a presence watching them from the dark and they can only desperately search the surrounding trees for even a hint of eyes or...anything. However, something completely unnatural growls nearby.

The cake monster holds their weapon out and can't contain their trembles as they feel the looming presence draw closer. Then, out of the shadows comes two eyes that didn't reflect any form of glow. The cake monster can only tremble in fear as the beast smiles, showing off a row of cherry jam stained teeth. The monster takes a deep breath...and the cake monster's only source of light, the campfire, is effortlessly blown out. The silence of the forest is only disturbed once...by a sickening crunch. The morning comes and the campsite lies abandoned. The cake monster patrol having vanished without a trace...and only small pools of cherry jam remain. Now, if the cookies managed to befriend such a horrible terror to sugary beings like themselves--they wouldn't have to worry about their kingdom's safety at all. Because allies can hear the sounds that the human mimics to let them know that they are around, but enemies will always be none-the-wiser to the ambush hunter that lurks in the woods and emerges come nightfall.

It would be even more effective if the human dressed in all black or even had some fake environmental material stitched into their clothes, like camouflage for them while they hunt. As dangerous as any mimic! Thank you for such a neat idea!!

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #cookie run x reader #crk x y/n #crk x you #crk x reader #crk tag #cookies and humans

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rosenclaws · 12 days ago

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oohh i love your blog!!!!

can you image all variants of logan having to kill reader (for whatever reason, mercy kill, their a danger to the people around them,…)

YES YES YES SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS MY ANGST VISION SDFAL;KJ. I got carried away i can't lie...but I had so much fun writing this!!

warnings: ANGST, character death, hurt no comfort, sad boy Logan, hints of suicide for worst Logan's. This man cannot catch a break fr

Origins Logan -

You two were supposed to be safe. Disappearing to some small town in Canada. To get away from Stryker and the horrors that you committed in the war. Both you and Logan were mutants recruited for Team X and you walked away together after realizing just how horrible things were becoming. The way your team would kill without hesitation. No empathy, no control. You didn't want anything to do with it and neither did Logan. He abandoned his own brother.

Walking away wasn't easy especially for you. Your powers were incredibly strong, the power of life and death in your hands and Stryker wasn't going to let you go easily. But still the two of you managed to live a nice life for about 6 years. Logan was a lumberjack and you were a florist. It was nice, domestic. But then everything went to shit when Stryker found Logan again. They had waited until you were separated. You could feel eyes following you as you walked through town. But you thought you were being paranoid. Logan had promised you that nothing was going to happen. That you were safe. So when Stryker approached Logan Victor came right for you. Capturing you and sticking a tranquillizer into your neck. They knew that if they had you that Logan would follow.

Logan wanted to kill everyone in that room for touching you. For dragging you both back to the hell you fled from. All he wanted was to live a nice normal life with you but he could never be normal. Stryker made sure of it. They promised him that this was for the best. Undergo a horrible transformation that would alter his body forever. The promised him that this was for your good. That he could protect you and after one mission he'd let the two of you go. But what he didn't realize was that they were experimenting on you too. While in the water he could hear them talking. Wiping his memory. But then he could hear something that sent him into a frenzy. Your screams. He burst out of his chamber. Slicing his way through the doctors and scientist to get to you. His claws now metal spill blood that mix with his own. It hurts. But his senses lead him to you.

When he gets to you he sees everyone in the room is already dead. A fearful look in your eyes as you hide yourself in the corner of the room. You were shaking, shivering. Terrified. The closer he gets to you the more pain he feels. His skin starts to deteriorate, his powers working hard to heal him back up. You tell him to stay away. You don't know what they did to you. You're a monster. A danger to everyone around you. You can't control it. You're killing people around you. Draining their life force without even meaning to. He tells you he's not going anyway where without you but you tell him he has to leave. You're killing him just by being around him. You can never be normal again. The people who could reverse this are dead. You were meant to be a weapon for them. To easily wipe out hundreds, thousands of people and you refuse to let yourself do that. So with tearful eyes you beg Logan to kill you. His newly adamantium claws should do the trick. He tells you to shut up that he won't ever do that but you're desperate. He has to. You plead and beg with tears streaming down your face and he lets out a broken cry. He crawls to your side. To hold you despite your powers actively killing him. He kisses you. Whispering that he's sorry and that he loves you and that he will always love you. With that he digs his claws into your chest. Killing you. The strength comes back to his body but his soul is destroyed. He holds your body for a long time. Swearing that he will find and kill Stryker for what he's done to you. He promises.

Trilogy Logan -

Weak was never a word people associated with Logan but deep down he has cracks that could be manipulated. His mind. The memory loss the trauma. Everything that swirls around in his brain is a weakness. He hides it well but the nightmares. Well he can't hide those. Still he was able to keep that façade going for a while. Until one day it all came crashing down. It was a routine mission and Logan didn't think much of it. Even teasing you on the jet about what he wants to do after. Take you out to dinner and maybe a movie. Kissing you when Scott wasn't looking. Everything felt fine and it was supposed to be fine. Then they got out of the jet. Manipulation of the mind. Jean tried to block it out for everyone but even she isn't that strong yet. Whoever this was wasn't a mutant. It was someone far stronger. His target? Logan. This mans powers slipped into Logan's mind. Logan tried to fight it. You watched as he clutched his head and fought with everything he had but it wasn't enough. You tried to get to him but Scott pulled you away. Telling you that Logan was dangerous and they didn't know what this man was doing to him but you fought him off. Logan wouldn't hurt you. Not on purpose. When everything goes quiet is when you realize something is really wrong.

Logan lifts his head and there's nothing behind those pretty green eyes. They were empty. You called his name, taking a step forward but Logan lunges. Soon it's an all out war. Jean was exhausted from fighting back against the mind control so it was up to the rest of you to subdue Logan. But he was strong. His claws cut through and injure his teammates, his family. You beg him to fight it as you protect yourself from each blow but the exhaustion was setting in and you don't know much longer you can take. He backs you into a corner and you have no where to go. So you try one more time to get to him. You beg and call his name. Telling him it's you and that you won't hurt him and to please snap out of it. But he doesn't. His claws go right through your stomach. You let out a small whimper as blood pours from your wounds. You slide down the wall and can barely find the energy to look up at him. This isn't the Logan you know and love. You know that your Logan, the love of your life would never do this. You reach out and smile weakly. Telling him it's not his fault. That you forgive him, that you love him.

When Logan does snap out of it, he's distraught. He holds your body and cries. Telling you he's sorry and that he didn't mean to. He's heartbroken and angry and just fucking devastated. He lets the X-Men take him away, lets them lock him up for the night to make sure he's back to normal. But he'll never be back to normal. He killed you. The last memory you'll ever have is him digging his claws into your chest. He hurt you. He's angry at himself for not being strong enough and angry at the world for the pain it's put him through. He visits your grave every day and though world continues to turn. His world is over.

DOFP Logan -

Logan knew that this time travel shit would be messy. Really fucking messy. When he landed in the 70's he had one mission in mind but it all got derailed when he saw you walk through the mansion. You were gorgeous. Logan had only ever seen pictures of you but Charles had told him many stories. You were vital to the creation of the school and it was your death that had really kick started the mansion into what it had become. Logan didn't expect to find you so...alluring. Everything about you had him completely entranced. He couldn't help but flirt with you. His time here is short and he knows what's coming but he just finds himself drawn to you. You could see into his mind, see all the pain and horror of his world.

One night in the mansion you two shared a small moment in the kitchen. You asked about his world and he just smiled and told you not to worry your pretty head about it. But you saw the sadness and you comforted him. Logan doesn't fall in love, he can't. But fuck he just might be. Then the day comes where you're supposed to die. And you don't. Logan doesn't know what the fuck it means for the timeline but shit. Your death, it's a fixed point that's what he was told so how are you still standing here. You can see the worry on his face and though he pretends not to be bothered you know something is wrong.

You ask him and he caves, you look through his mind and see that you're supposed to be dead. You have to die. It's vital to the timeline but Logan doesn't want you to. He's grown to care about you in this short time he's here. He tells you it's fine and that he never got to meet you before but he can't let you go now. But you have to die. You ask Logan to do it. It might be cruel for both of you but you've come to trust him. You promise that things will be okay and it's how it has to be to put things back onto the right track. You kiss him. Your first and last kiss. And then he kills you.

When he wakes back up in the future he struggles to feel fully happy about fixing everything. Things were better, people were alive who died long ago but still you were gone. Your picture hangs in the halls and he finds himself looking at it a lot. Charles tells him he did what must be done but it doesn't hurt any less. He only had a limited time with you but he cherished every moment. But deep down, he wonders if he should have risked the future just to keep you alive.

Old Man Logan -

Logan's nightmares were getting out of hand and he knew it. You both did. That's why he told you to stay away from him at night. He knew it hurt you and that you told him he wasn't the monster he knew he was but he couldn't risk it. He's unpredictable. Dangerous. But you just never listened. How could you when the man you love was in pain. Afraid. It was another nightmare but this was worse than the others. It was like a completion of every horrible thing he's seen and he can't seem to wake up. You tried to ignore it you really did but hearing him cry and yell in terror was too much. You hurried to his bedroom and tried to wake up. Calling his name as you shook his shoulders but Logan was trapped in his nightmares. His claws came out without even thinking and he slashes around him. In his head he was being held down, surrounded. They were going to hurt him again and he wanted to fight back. In the real would his claws swiped your stomach. Deep enough that you fell to the ground, clutching your wound. Logan wakes up with a roar, dazed and disoriented of his surroundings and still coming down from his nightmare. Then he smells it. Blood.

He looks to see you on the ground bleeding. A pained look on your face. It doesn't take long for him to realize that he had done this to you. He feels fucking horrible. He's on his knees, ignoring the ache in his back as he tries to put pressure on your stomach. He apologizes over and over as he panics. What can he do? You try and calm him down. Tell him it's okay and that you should have listened. But Logan doesn't care. He hurt you. He wants to take you to the hospital but you tell him he can't. You won't make it and the hospital staff will ask questions. You don't want Logan to get in trouble. So you just ask him to hold you until you sleep. So he does. He holds on tight and whispers in your all the things he's been too afraid to say. He fucked everything up. He's a monster, a killer. He doesn't deserve to be happy because looks what happens when he is. He buries you in the backyard with a makeshift grave. He has to leave but he comes back every year to visit. A reminder of his failures and of the man he truly is. A monster.

Worst Logan -

Logan loved you. You were the love of his life and you were happy. At least he thought you were happy. But there was a darkness brewing deep inside of you and Logan wishes he caught it. He wishes he wasn't so blind. You weren't happy. You were overlooked, unappreciated, unloved. Logan...he's never been good at his feelings and even though he did love you he wasn't good at showing it. Especially when you caught a few of his looks towards Jean in passing. You just wanted to belong. To be somewhere where you weren't just a background. The brotherhood promised you this. They praised your powers, fed lies into your ear and pulled you over to their side. They appreciated you, they wanted you there. Logan thought he love was enough to bring you back but you had been hurt for too long. Magneto unlocked power within you that Charles had hidden because he believed they were far too dangerous. And he was right. You were dangerous.

Logan couldn't help but feel responsible for this all and vowed to save you. But it was too late. You were too far gone. You were no longer the same person he fell in love with. The person he loved would never have hurt innocent people like you have. You were gone and they had to stop you. Still he thought that maybe the real you was still in there.

It was a battle of the brotherhood verses the X-Men and you and Logan find yourself alone. You were hitting him with blow after blow, your powers tearing him apart and his body puts him back together. His claws however, refuse to come out. He won't hurt you. He will snap you out of it if its the last thing he does. He tries to get through to you but you were too far gone. But he still refused to hurt you. He begs you to come back to him. That he was sorry. You yelled at him. Saying that he didn't truly love the you from before so you made yourself better. But that's not true at all. He loved you so much and he tells you so. Tears fill your eyes and you lash out. Sending a wave of energy through the battlefield. Taking down both friend and foe. You were dangerous and you didn't know how to stop. Logan swore he could help. That he wouldn't give up on you but the things you had done were too horrible. You were too unstable.

A brief moment of clarity and you see just how much destruction you've caused and you cry. You beg Logan to end it. You don't know how much longer you'll have control and he's the only one who can do it. He tells you he won't but you tell him he doesn't have a choice. He takes out his claws but he can't do it. You hold his face and tell him that you love him and then you impale yourself onto his claws. He wails as you die in his arms. A truce coming between the two teams as they collect their wounded and retreat. The brotherhood try to take you but Logan won't let them. Growling not to fucking touch you. That they did this. That everyone did this and everyone was at fault, especially him. They held a funeral and Logan just broke. He went out to drink more and more, stopped caring. Stopped wanting to be apart of this fucking team. Then the humans went mutant hunting and Logan was well and truly alone. Until Wade came into his life and brought him to a new world. A world where Logan saw you were alive and happy. A part of him wants to go over and make things right but he can't find the courage. You're happy here and Logan won't ruin it. He loves you too much to do that to you.

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