#and learns about his secret (and then continues to try to find a bathroom cuz now Micah shamefully needs to change his underwear)

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 27

Vaggie expected to be punished as soon as they arrived home, but that did not happen.  She was released from her restraints, taken to her room, served dinner like she was the other night, and left alone like nothing had happened.  It was unnerving. Like the other night, Vaggie took her dinner to the bathroom and sent Angel his rations through the vent while filling him in on all that had happened.  During that time, nothing happened. When they were done, Vaggie returned her tray to the magical cart, watched it fly out of the room, and prepared herself for bed in the bathroom as she had the night before.   Vaggie knew something was off.  Angel did, too.  He tried to comfort her as she took her nightly shower. “Vaggie, it wasn’t your fault,” Angel said through the wall. “Yes, it was,” Vaggie said as she angrily scrubbed the soap through her hair.  “I can’t believe I was so fucking stupid.  I acted too soon.  I should have waited for a better time.” Angel scoffed and said, “I seriously doubt that you could have found a better opportunity, babe.  We both know that even if the moron trusted you there was no way he would have left you alone for any length of time.  He is far too enamored.” Vaggie finished aggressively scrubbing her hair and moved on to angrily washing her face and the rest of her body. “But now, you’re going to pay for what I did!” Vaggie yelled out in frustration.  “And it’s all my fault!” Angel chuckled and said, “You know this ain’t my first rodeo, doll.  You should also know by now that I live for this sort of thing.  I’ll be fine.” Vaggie punched the wall as her eyes began to well up with tears.  The tears, water, and soap mixed together as she stood there letting the shower rinse her off.  After a long day of holding back, Vaggie finally let out her cries of anger, frustration, and crushed hopes.  She tried to remain quiet, but despite her best efforts, the running water could not cover up the sound of her sobs. Angel heard Vaggie crying and said, “You’re being too hard on yourself, Vaggie.  You’re forgetting that we’re dealing with a kingpin here.  They don’t have their reputation for nothing.  I would know.  Valentino has owned me for years.  And I’d say, considerin’ the circumstances, it’s amazing you’ve been doin’ this well.   Today wasn’t a total loss.  Nifty now knows where you’ve been, and as much faith as Alastor puts in her, I seriously doubt she’s good at keeping secrets.  Even Nifty doesn’t sing, Charlie is bound to know something’s up.  She could even find the maps if she’s careful.  Even if that doesn’t happen, if nothin’ else, you proved to that SOB that you ain’t no pushover.  No matter what he does to punish us, I don’t want ya to worry.  Cuz I know that whatever Alastor has waiting for us we’ll get through it like we have everything else he has put us through.  Okay?” Vaggie smiled in response as she finally noticed that the soap was all washed off her body. After double-checking to make sure that was the case, Vaggie shut off the shower, grabbed her towel, and said, “Thank you.” “Don’t worry about it, hon,” Angel said.  “Just strong for me and I’ll stay strong for you.  Got it?”     “Okay,” Vaggie said with a smile as she pulled on the blue night slip and the underwear that went with it, wrapped her hair in a towel, and wrapped herself in a blue bathrobe.  “You know, I think Charlie was right about you.  You do have a rainbow inside you.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, but keep it between you and me or else I'll have to tell everyone about our make-out session in the dungeon,” Angel replied with a chuckle. Vaggie giggled as she unwrapped her hair, ran a brush through it, and said, “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” “You’d better,” Angel said sarcastically.  “Are you almost done?  I want to read some more.” “I’m almost done.  I just need to brush my teeth.  Can you wait that long?” “If I must. this is my only entertainment of the day after all since Alastor has forbidden me from summoning my guns to shoot his statues.” “Wait,” Vaggie said without stopping her hair brushing.  “You were shooting at Alastor’s statues?” “Yeah,” Angel said chuckling under his breath.  “It was something entertaining to do since I finally have the use of all my arms again.  I got bored in between my knock-out smoothies, so I limped over to the window, leaned against the window pane, and started aiming at Alastor’s statues.  I knocked the heads off a few of them.  It was fun until Alastor appeared in my room and threatened to break my arms again if I didn’t stop.” “What a killjoy,” Vaggie said preparing her toothbrush to brush her teeth. “You’re telling me,” Angel said.  “You should have seen him when I started shooting holes in the ceiling.” Vaggie chuckled to herself as she brushed her teeth and looked forward to another peaceful night with Angel. Unfortunately for both of them, that was not to be. As soon as Vaggie switched on the water to rinse her toothbrush off in the sink, she heard muffled shouts and the sound of Angel struggling on the other side of the wall. Vaggie quickly shut off the sink, set her toothbrush down, and ran over to the wall. “Angel?!” Vaggie called out.  “Angel, are you alright?!” Angel’s muffled yelling and sounds of straining on top of the small bed immediately let Vaggie know that he had been gagged and tied down. Vaggie backed away from the wall fearfully as the lights went out on her side. Just then, the door flew open and Vaggie felt something rough tie itself around her wrists and ankles and yank her out of the bathroom, across her room, and onto her bed.  Then she felt her limbs become restrained and pulled down as the ropes tied themselves to the legs of the bed frame. “What the fuck is going on here?!” Vaggie shrieked at the top of her lungs. Alastor chuckled darkly as he approached Vaggie’s vulnerable form and tied a handkerchief around her mouth. “This is your punishment for the damage you caused today, dear,” Alastor said.  “You must learn your lesson, so you will remain like this until morning.” Vaggie ceased struggling and let her eyes settle into an angry glare. Alastor merely smiled and snapped his fingers, causing a sleeping blindfold to appear over Vaggie’s eyes. “There,” Alastor said amusedly.  “That should help you fall asleep more easily.” Vaggie immediately began moving her head around in a frenzy to get the blindfold off.  She heard Alastor chuckle for a second before he turned on his heels, walked out of the room, and shut and locked the door behind him. Vaggie continued to struggle madly against her restraints, but all she succeeded in doing was rubbing her wrists and ankles raw.  So, after only a few minutes of fruitless fighting, she had to give up and try to force herself to relax, which under the circumstances felt impossible. To make matters even worse, Vaggie suddenly began to feel someone watching her. Vaggie tried listening closely to the room around her, but she couldn’t hear anything beyond her own breathing.  That did nothing to calm her nerves. Vaggie’s heart started beating quicker.  It was terrifying to feel like she was alone and yet she felt as though someone else was with her.  Yet there was nothing the poor moth demon could do.  She was blinded, gagged, and unable to move, so she decided to make herself go to sleep and wait for morning. Oddly enough, sleep came quickly and Vaggie was asleep within minutes. Alastor watched in the shadows as she slept. When he was sure his magic had made her fall asleep, Alastor changed from his shadow form and approached the bed.  He examined Vaggie’s sleeping form as she lay still in her restrains, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Alastor couldn't help but be transfixed.  Vaggie was so beautiful and so strong even in her helpless state. Alastor smiled gently as he pulled off his coat and his shoes leaving the latter on the floor before climbing on top of the bed next to his betrothed and covering them both with the former. Vaggie was in a deep sleep and didn’t feel Alastor lay himself next to her nor feel his arms snake around her waist.  Neither did Vaggie feel his head resting against her shoulder as he buried his face in her hair, deeply inhaled her scent, and started whispering in her ear. “My goddess and inspiration,” Alastor huskily whispered.  “You are so soft against my skin.  Next week, we will be wed and we will be together always.” From the other room, Alastor could hear Angel's muffled screams of pain as Rosie had her way with him. Alastor smiled sadistically as Angel’s agonized and muffled screams made their way to his ears and pulled him into sleep next to Vaggie.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Twenty-Four: Loss of Memory ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Ebisu ] [ SasuHina, blood ] [ Verse: Like Magic ] [ AO3 Link ]

It all began in that bookstore.

Rescuing Naruto from his no-good Summer guardian (which, in all fairness, was mostly Shisui’s hairbrained idea to use his Merlin-forsaken enchanted car) meant that Sasuke and Naruto visited Diagon Alley together with the former’s elder brother Itachi leading them through their school supplies list. They’d met up with their friends - the Hufflepuff Hinata and the Ravenclaw Sakura - on the way, barely able to fit into the bookstore. A so-called famous author, Ebisu, had been there signing copies of his books...and Mikoto had begged Itachi get her a signed copy of one of his tomes.

And it was there they ran into the last people they wanted to see: another Slytherin, Gaara, and his father Rasa. After a rather tense standoff, Rasa calling Hinata a blood traitor as a pureblood mucking about with those ‘lesser’, they’d all failed to notice the book he’d slipped into her cauldron of supplies.

It was that book that would shape the coming year in terrible, terrible ways.

The first attack left the entire school shaken: the caretaker’s cat petrified, and a bloody message written on the wall just beneath her form:

“The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.”

A Chamber of Secrets…? Not an entirely unfounded idea in their four young minds. After all, Hogwarts was old, and even the headmaster had claimed there were still things undiscovered and unknown about it. But given the impressions from the staff (and some students…), it had seemed such an idea had been heard of before.

Only through their history teacher did they learn of the rumors of the Slytherin founder’s alleged secret chamber: a place housing a terrible monster to cleanse Hogwarts of those Salazar found to be ‘unsuitable’ for learning the arts of magic.

A monster within Hogwarts...and one bent on eliminating those of so-called ‘impure’ blood...a terrifying thought. Especially given that one of their own, Sakura, was Muggleborn. And Naruto himself was a halfblood.

But the strange happenings didn’t stop there.

During a Quidditch match, Naruto found himself being chased by a seemingly-rogue bludger. Only after it broke his arm (and the incompetent Ebisu vanished his bones) did Naruto come to know it was Shukaku - a house elf bent on keeping Naruto from the castle - behind several incidents thus far. He revealed that the Chamber had been opened once before.

...and the attacks continued. The school began a dueling club in hopes of preparing the students for trouble. And it was then during a typical rivalry escalation that Sasuke learned something about himself he’d never known before:

He was a Parselmouth.

Immediately, suspicion began to grow against him. Salazar, after all, had been famed for his ability to speak to serpents. And now Sasuke - part of a pureblood Slytherin-frequenting family - was revealed to have the same ability?

...could he be the heir…? The one attacking the Muggleborns? Maybe his friendship with Sakura was fake...after all, they’d been seen bickering at times.

Desperate to find the real mastermind, the group decides to use a Polyjuice potion to interrogate Gaara, figuring his family’s sketchy history may be a clue. The broken bathroom they used was always occupied by a peculiar girl ghost, who later revealed a key clue: a strange diary someone had left in her haunt.

Sasuke did all he could to uncover its secrets, discovering it belonged to a young man named Madara. He had been present during the last attack, showing his valiant capture of the previous perpetrator: the current groundskeeper.

But that did little to solve their problem. As the headmaster and groundskeeper were removed...one last attack seemed the final straw:

Sakura.

But she provided the clue they needed: in her bookish ways, she’d finally found the answer. The monster was a basilisk: a giant snake, explaining Sasuke’s ability to hear a strange voice all year coming from the walls. They then realize that the student killed when the chamber was last opened was none other than Rin, the lavatory ghost...who tells them all they need to know.

But upon their attempts to rally the last of their group...they find Hinata gone. Taken into the Chamber for her status as blood traitor. Desperate, the boys go to enlist Ebisu’s help.

...only to find him quick busily packing.

“...going somewhere, professor?” Sasuke asks, stepping into the room and drawing the man’s gaze.

Ebisu, as it turns out...is a fraud. But that doesn’t stop Naruto and Sasuke dragging him into the bathroom where Rin waits, Sasuke opening the chamber at last with a command of Parseltongue.

One ride down the pipes later, and the trio find themselves beneath the castle.

“...bloody hell,” Naruto mumbles, pointing. “...is that…?”

“A snake skin,” Sasuke replies. “And a huge one. That’s got to be from the basilisk. Remember...keep your eyes closed if you think it’s near.”

“Oh...well…” With a roll of his eyes, Ebisu simply...collapses.

Both boys give him a glance. “...he’s fainted,” Naruto mutters. “Git.”

Making to poke him with his patched-up wand, the blond gives a holler as the professor snatches it, leaping up and grinning.

“Well now...that’s better. Can’t have you two telling anyone what you know! Now, let’s see...how to spin this little story...ah, yes. We were...too late to save the girl. You both succumbed to shock and madness at the grisly sight. All that remains...is to wipe your memories. Obliviate!”

Before either boy can react, there’s a sparking glow from the split in Naruto’s wand...and then Ebisu crashes against the wall.

And then with a rumble, the chamber begins to crumble…!

“Look out!” Each skittering backwards, the boys duck for cover...and as the rubble comes to a standstill, it’s piled high and wide between them.

“Sasuke!”

“I’m all right! But...I don’t think there’s a way through.”

With a groan, Ebisu then lolls his head up to look at Naruto. “...oh...well hello. Who...who are you? And…” His brow furrows. “...who am I?”

“...I think his spell backfired, he’s lost his memory...but what do we do now?”

Sasuke hesitates. “...stay here, and try to move some of this rock, if you can. I’ll go find Hinata! And...keep an eye on Ebisu. Who knows if he’s faking again, so...be careful.”

“...right. You too.”

“Not sure there’s much point in that now,” Sasuke mutters to himself, continuing down the rocky corridor...only to find another door.

“...all right. Er…” Swallowing, he gives another murmur of Parseltongue, the ornate serpent lock coming undone and revealing a huge chamber. At the rear, a giant stone statue of Salazar, flanked by snakes.

And at the end...a motionless Hinata.

“...no…!” Heart clenching in fear, Sasuke dashes forward and crashes at her side, seeing her skin as pale as death. “Hinata...Hinata!”

“...she won’t wake.”

Gasping, Sasuke looks into the shadows, where a familiar young man walks. “...Madara…? But…? Look, we have to get out of here! There’s a monster!”

“It won’t come until it’s called.”

Sasuke pauses...and then lifts his gaze. In Madara’s hands, forgotten by his own, is his wand. “...give that back.”

“Oh, you won’t be needing it.”

“Didn’t you hear me? There’s a monster! And...we…”

“I can’t let you leave. You see...the weaker this blood traitor gets...the stronger I become. It was she who opened the Chamber of Secrets.”

“No...she couldn’t, she -!”

“She unleashed the basilisk, let it seek out the Mudbloods in the castle...and it was she who wrote the warnings on the walls.”

“But...why?”

“Because I told her to. My instructions were rather...convincing...” A smirk grows across his face. “But not to worry. It was I, not she, who was in control. To finish what Salazar aimed to do.”

“Why would you…?”

“Because I...am the heir of Slytherin. His blood courses through my veins. Veins which, soon now, will be living again. Resurrected from a memory preserved in a diary for fifty years. And very soon now...I will be reborn. And this time...nothing can stop me from purifying the wizarding world. Not even you...your precious headmaster is gone. No one is left to stand against me.”

“You’re wrong...he’s never gone. Not so long as students remain who believe in him…!”

As the pair stare each other down, a trill sounds at the front of the cavern.

“...Fawkes…?”

With a toss, the phoenix drops a worn piece of fabric Sasuke struggles to catch. It’s...the Sorting Hat…?

“...ha...so this is what your loyalty earns you? A songbird, and an old hat. Well...let’s see how it matches up against the power of Salazar Slytherin…!” Eyes wide with malice and grin bearing teeth, Madara turns to the founder’s likeness. A chant of Parseltongue sees the statue’s mouth begin to open.

“Now what will you do…?”

Staggering back, Sasuke watches with wide eyes as a rustling fills the air...and the basilisk emerges with a geyser-like hiss.

“Very soon now, the process will be complete. Hinata Hyūga will die...and I will be born anew. And by then, you’ll be rotting in the basilisk’s belly!”

Barely breathing, Sasuke does all he can do, wandless and alone.

He runs.

                                                              .oOo.

     (This is a sequel to days 28, 230, 299, and 316!)       Well this is...a lot more rushed than I'd like, but it was the first thing that came to mind. And after wasting WAY too much time reading a summary and then checking film pieces to refresh MY memory (ahaha, get it?), I couldn't back out xD I love this crossover, but obviously I need to find more roles, cuz uh...I had to leave quite a few blank, and some of these are a little...hurried, lol      BUT! We have a crossover with Chamber of Secrets. And it's valiant Sasuke off to save Hinata! Well...he doesn't look too valiant running away at the end there, but he needs to plan! And not get eaten! Not to worry, I'm sure he'll save her in the end.      I know this is an evil cliffie, but...at the same time, we all (or most) know how this goes, right? Forgive me xD Limited time and word count is a killer, lol - maybe I'll do more another time!      Buuut anyway, it's...very late, so I better go ^^; Thanks for reading!

[ikn0wyouarebutwhatami]

Naughty Alphabet ;o

@savnofilter , YOU HAVE UNLEASHED THE BEAST, PREPARE THYSELF FOR MINE WRITINGS. (That I hope are suitable to you lol) thanks for giving me that extra push to finally make my page!

Warnings: if you not into the naughties, get outta here before it’s too late.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

•Will want v much to knock tf out bc you sucked all of the energy out of him, (thru his dick). But will tend to you until he is sure you are all set and good to knock out with him. (Make sure you go to the bathroom after, bring you a washcloth, help hold you up in the shower bc he fucked you so hard you couldn’t stand....) Aaaaand don’t forget the cuddles, doesn’t care how sweaty y’all are.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

•D-UUUH, his hands!! So he can sMaCk that delectable ass, which is definitely his favorite. Grope, jiggle, poke, the possibilities are endless. But tbh he’d find a way to enjoy you just the same even without access to his arms.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

•WOOOOOOO-EEEE, this boy don’t give a fuck about messes while having sex-it’s called doing the dirty for a reason. He’ll cum on you, make you cum on him, you won’t know what fluids belong where.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

•Its kind of hard to pinpoint a kinky type dirty secret on him bc I’m pretty sure he’d own it. But I’m gonna go ahead and say that he secretly loves when you take the reigns. He’d do anything to make you feel good, but it’s just as fun to watch you going to town, pleasing yourself by bouncing up and down on his dick, not allowing him any access to you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

•HAHAHAHAHA, he was a sweet boi until he met you. But, Katsuki is a very smart boy, and will have you writhing and begging under him in no time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

•D D D DOOOGGGY STYLE. He wants full access to that ass. Like mentioned earlier, he likes slapping it, groping it, watching Newton’s third fucking law of motion in play (google it and learn something new). Your ass, to him is fantASStic. And I bet he likes the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy too.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

•I can’t imagine you’d get anything more than a chuckle or two from him, and that’d probably be from how cute he thinks you are in the moment, or what a mess you are, undone by him. But if you initiated a joke or two, as it arises, I don’t think he’d mind and you might get a reaction. I really don’t think he’d appreciate it being continuous though.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

•BAKUBUSH FOR THE WIN! Groomed bush tho, it annoys him when it’s out of control and he doesn’t like the way it feels.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

•It might not be typical romantic, but I’m pretty positive that every time you guys do the deed, he looks at you like you are the only true thing in the world. He loves that you trust him enough and love him enough to let him be inside of you like this, that you feel he is good enough for you. Of course, the way he shows this is by fucking you mercilessly into the mattress.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

•Katsuki is whipped for you. (Though he’d never admit it). So if he doesn’t have access to you, or you are on vacation and he won’t be seeing you for a while, you can bet your bottom dollar that he’s gonna jack off if he needs to. And if he can, he’ll try to do facetime sex with you. If that’s not an option, he’ll do it in the shower to the thought of you. (Which sometimes he enjoys a lot because he can imagine whatever he wants to do to you, and how he’s gonna give it to you when he can see you again.)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

•Ddlg!! You are daddy’s girl, (or whatever name you prefer), and you and your entire being belong to him, and he loves making you understand that, and hearing you admit it and moan it out of those pretty lips of yours.

•Another one might be you dressing up and looking nice to go somewhere. Like a fancy cocktail party, or one of the hero galas he gets invited to. You guys are always late and everyone always knows why. He loves seeing you stand tall and proud, stomping in those heels and swaying those hips, ready to stab someone’s eye out if they look at you wrong.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

•E V E R Y W H E R E.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

•Anything that has to do with you. But the number one way to get him riled up is to play with him. Like playing dumb and dropping something in front of him, or “accidentally” brushing against his dick when you stand up, stuff like that. And playing hard to get.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

•He won’t share you, or himself with anyone else, so no threesomes or anything like that. He needs to have you all to himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

•I’m gonna say it’s an even split between the two. Either way, he wins. He gets to see you wiggle and unwind by his doing, getting himself worked up in the process, or just being straight up blessed every time you decide to go down on him in return. But he really does love just watching the way you react, in either scenario.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

•Will almost always want and do it fast and rough, but if you’re in need of some tender love, he’ll give it to you slow and sensual. Which will probably drive you nuts and it’ll eventually end up fast and hard anyways.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

•He’d rather have proper sex because it’s more fun, but he’ll take what he can get, just to be with you. Quickies happen more often when you guys are out and about and he really needs a piece of you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

•Bakuboi is a good boi, he doesn’t like breaking rules. So when it comes to doing it in public, it has to be in a place where no ones is gonna catch you guys. (Though he doesn’t really mind the thought of someone catching him giving it to you, cuz no one else can.) As for sexy time introductions of new ideas and toys? To me, he’s a “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” type of guy, but if you want to try something he’s willing to do, he’ll do it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

•I really think that for any human being, it depends on what kind of mood/day they’ve had. But for a good day? Hours. A really good day? You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

•Nah, he’s fully confident he can give you all the pleasure you need by himself. He has to be the best after all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

•Bring some tissues bc he’ll drive you to crying for release.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

•Katsuki has them sexy grunts, the deep rumble growls that come from his chest, and the occasional curse word. If you guys are on the younger side, I wouldn’t be surprised if his voice cracked as he came.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head-canon for the character of your choice)

•If you got angry with him and denied him sex for a while, he will once again convert into Lord Explosion Murder Guy. He will be on the war path, probably throw himself into work to forget about how fucking horny he is, and everybody should keep at least five feet of distance from him at all times. He probably won’t even be able to relieve himself because he’s so angry he’s scared he’ll blow his dick off.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

•I don’t think he’s the longest cucumber in the patch, definitely above average but not a horse. But he got that girth. Even if you’ve tossed around your share of cucumbers, I’m pretty sure you’re going to have to work up to fit around him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

•....It gets lower as he gets older, but set aside a private fund between you two for condoms.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

•I firmly believe that he is actually a perpetually sleepy boi, he will knock tf as soon as you are ready to do so with him.

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A/N: I’m not always this ‘silly’ but this is my first post and it’s the way I preferred to do something like this. Please feel free to send in requests and asks and comments and what not, just be patient with me! I hope the format wasn’t confusing, I’ve never used the text posts on tumblr so I don’t know all of the features yet, otherwise I would have added a cut.

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Dive Part 12

Dive

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language,

Subject: Smut, Angst

{ More Chapters }

Anonymous said to :

I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY! 😊😊😙😙😍

{ Jungkook POV }

I stared at my reflection as the gash in my lip healed, dried blood stained my chin, blood shot eyes stared back into my own. “i shouldn’t have drank so much before…” I sighed bending over the sink and splashing water up into my face, rubbing at the dried blood as i hiss from the feeling of cleaning my cracked lip.

I saw his eyes as i stared at my own. How he looked at me as i kissed (y/n), showing him clearly that she was mine. Mine until she left… I slammed my hands angrily against the sink, head burning from the headache that was coming on from losing my buzz. Music thumped behind the bathroom door, voices i didn’t even know screaming and loving on one another; only to stain my walls with unknown memories.

(y/n)…

She hung up on me after i got in here. I stared at my cracked phone screen remembering how i threw it on the ground when she hung up on me. i scared her away. that and Jimin ruined it for me. She was so soft, smelled good and was cute. She made me feel something every time i kissed her… it scared me.

“Jungkook come to your room when you are done in there.” Namjoons voice spoke into the back of the door. Chest tightening as i thought of what he could possibly want.

“k'ay.”

~

Pushing past a bunch of drunk needy girls was honestly so annoying. It made me just look forward to moving away from this god awful city. “what do you want- why are all of you in here?” I questioned as i opened my room just to see taehyung, namjoon, and Yoongi sitting on my floor; passing around a lit joint. “can you not smoke that in here-.”

“sit, we are waiting for Jimin.”

“Why?”

Yoongi cocked his head back as he released a cloud of smoke, eyes locking with my own. “because we need to talk about (y/n).”

~

{ (y/n)’s POV }

what did he just say?

“I was dating this girl, Chasity. But before that i was just like jungkook. Sleeping around and shit. But Chasity was different to me. She sent me some nudes and i kept them of course, mainly cuz i was her boyfriend and you know-.”

“Jimin.”

“Anyway, I found out she cheated on me with jungkook. So being the dumbass freshman I was, I sent her nudes out to a few people.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you listened to him pour his story out to you. “thats so-.”

“I know.” He paused, eyes glossy as he finally looked at you again for the first time since he started telling the story. “i think about it everyday and reflect on it. I want to be better.”

“Jimin how could you-.”

“(y/n) i was young and dumb and i thought it was the best way to get back at her because i loved her.” He spoke aloud closing his lips after hearing himself.  "i loved her… and he took her from me…“ He muttered as he stepped closer to you and sighed. "Jungkook wasn’t really my friend anymore after she was found dead. He tried telling me that she forced herself on him. At first i believed it. But then i watched him pick up girl after girl, slept with them, and throw them away.” He paused. “After i came to realize it was really him who convinced Chasity to sleep with him, i found every guy in school with the picture and paid them to delete it.”

Silence fell over the two of you. Your temples pulsed as you took in all this information. The cute boy from 8th grade was talking about a rough time from his past and believes he is the reason the girl is dead. There is proof that he probably is but no one will really ever know unless they were there. A tear slipped down Jimins cheek as he turned away from you, your feet moving on their own as you grab him and turn him to look at you. “everyone makes mistakes. Dumb terrible mistakes. But mistakes none the less.”

“I killed her though…” He muttered voice breaking as another tear slipped down his cheek. “I killed the one thing i actually cared about.” He frowned leaning forward and placing his head on your shoulder, body tensing as he shook and stained your shirt. “I shouldn’t have sent out that picture, I should have just talked to her-.”

“Jimin you cant change the past but you can learn from it.” You reassured him as you pulled him off your shoulder, cupping his face in your hands. “It’ll be okay.”

~

You told him that, that night. But could you believe your own words? Here you were believing that jungkook was a bad guy. Maybe you just needed to talk to him as well? no. You shook your head at your thought as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair and continued onto conditioning it. You wanted to focus back on your normal life. To stick to the walls again, do your homework, ace every test and finally graduate.

You had your moment of fame.

And now it was time to hide in the shadows again.

~

“So you arent talking to him anymore?” Sarah questioned as you woke from the guest bed beside hers. You were back to spending the night at her house more than your own, it felt like home to you again. You nodded your head and yawn a yes as the thick smell of bacon entered the room. “I cant believe you are missing out on an opportunity with Jungkook.”

“I just dont feel like being one of those girls Sarah, simple as that.” You came to her house that night and told her everything that has happened and what has been going through your confusing head; everything but jimin story.

“Jimin is just like him though-.”

“Jimin is different Sarah.” You answered too quickly, catching your breath as you look at your sock covered feet, “Plus im not trying to date him or anything like that.”

“Cant you just be ‘friends’ with jungkook instead?”

“I still dont think you are getting it and it’s honestly pissing me off.” You replied stepping into the kitchen, sarah hot on your heels; her mother looking at you two fighting.

“Oh dont fight.” she begged pouring orange juice in your cups and placing the syrup on the table.

“All i am trying to say to (y/n) is that she needs to get out of her bubble and let herself experience somethings-.”

“And all im trying to say is that i had enough of that and im ready to grow up.”

Silence filled the room as the two of your chewed intensely; her mother breaking the silence. “is this about drugs?”

~

You spent the rest of your slow sunday with a mutually agreement between Sarah and you to not talk about jimin or jungkook anymore. So the two of you went to the mall where, of course, Sarah met with her boyfriend jackson. They were honestly really cute together. They were the same height, wore practically the same clothes and took several pictures of each other in secret.

“Have you tried their wraps from here?” Jackson questioned your frozen body as you stared at the menu in front of you. Eyes scrolling up to his own to signal that, no you haven’t. “I’d recommend it dude, its like sex in your mouth.”

Sarah nudged jackson to lower his voice because we were still in public. “I think ill pass on that.” You joked ordering what you normally get and waiting for it to be done. You watched the tables fill with other shoppers as you stood there, straw in hand. “Who would have thought a sunday would be so packed at the mall.”

“Nah this is actually the better of the days.”

“Really?” You cocked your head at jackson, admiring the slight eyeliner he had on. pointing at it you smiled, “Dude you wear makeup?”

“N-n-no.” He stuttered slapping your hand away making you laugh at his embarrassed body as your name is called for your food. “Go find us a table trooper.” He spoke to you saluting you as you disappeared int he sea of mall eaters.

shes dating a complete dork. You smiled at yourself as you spot a table by the large windows, napkins and crumbs littered it but it was empty. You jumped at the table, slammed your tray down and cleaned the area around you. “perfect.” Your mouth watered at the food on your plate.

As you were about to chow down, you could hear your name a few tables down from you. Eyes widened as yous stared at the bodies a few feet away from you. Namjoon and Yoongi were sitting there sipping on coffee and muffins. You threw up the hoodie you wore as you listened to what you could hear.

“Dude all im saying is we were right about (y/n).”

“No i get that but Jungkook is too childish still.”

“I think he’s changed a bit.” Namjoon sighed as he sipped at his coffee once again. “He’s saying he cant have a serious relationship with her but he cant get her off his mind, even if he’s fucking some other chick.”

You were stuck. Stuck staring at the sandwich in your hand, condiments spilling from the buns and onto your knuckles. What was he saying? Jungkook what….? Chest tightened, throat closed, and mind fell fuzzy. Jungkook cant stop thinking about you.

but he fucked some other chick….

Before you could stop yourself the knot in your throat broke and tears began to stain the bun in your hands.

“(y/n)! Found ya!” Jackson screamed loud enough the have the entire cafeteria stare at you. Your head immediately snapped in the direction namjoon and yoongi were sitting in, eyes widening, lips mouthing your name. “Whats wrong-.”

Before anyone could ask you what was wrong, you took off running through crowds of hungry people and angry shoppers. Your chest tightened as you rounded the nearest corner and out the exit door, cool air kissing your wet cheeks as the storm clouded sun screamed at you.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You uttered to yourself as you began walking down the sidewalk, palms pressed against your eyes as you tried to calm yourself. you didn’t want to be this upset over something as stupid as this. But it really did hurt. When was it he slept with someone else. Was it after you didn’t have sex with him the first time? Was it that night?

Your phone vibrated in your hand as the storm clouds finally broke and soft patters of rain kissed your hoodie. You took cover from one of the closed stores, sitting on the cold cement as a curtain of rain began to fall. The smell of rain was calming, the patters hiding your own sobs from yourself.

more messages streamed in from Sarah until she began to call you. You answered it quickly.

“Where did you go!” She screamed on the other side of the phone.

“I-.”

“Is that here?”

Your eyes widened tot he deep voice as the phone is taking and namjoon begins to talk. “(y/n) come back here and we can talk about this to your face instead. Can you do that?” He asked calmly, hands shaking as you rose to your feet and stared at the rain in front of you.

“Can you come to me alone please?”

[bucketofchum]

Alright let’s talk about fun weird concussion dreams

I was at work (with my older sister???) - we work in the same office. She doesn’t know about the assault (nor will she ever), so I show up to work just like normal (just like I did this morning). Oh~ I had forgotten! She had gotten me the fancy privilege of killing the bugs in that one office room (for some reason this is a very high privilege – this was a continuation from a previous dream where I was assigned this task and I couldn’t do it because, if you know, I have a fear of dead bugs and a very strong desire to not cause harm onto any animals - even, or especially bugs). So just the idea of killing these bugs is nauseating.

But apparently what I was supposed to do changed from crushing 6 legged friends with carapaces to salting invasive slugs. And for some reason, I was able to do this. (I also suggested you set out beer - slugs like beer and will end up getting drunk and drowning in it – seems a more pleasant death than desiccating from salt), but it had to be salt. So I went into this office cubicle and went through each of the metal filing racks and salted the slugs I found therein.

I was doing really well and being very productive when suddenly my vision gets blurry, my head gets dizzy, and I’m not really able to think straight or really support myself. (À la what happened irl today at work). Very similar events to actual work happened. Except instead of modeling dose-response curves for certain chemicals, I was salting slugs. And I kept trying to push through and work, but it was getting worse and worse and I was toppling over, and by this point my chest was also constricting. So basically, I’m extremely faint, grasping onto consciousness, but still trying to work because I’m being productive. But @necromilk​ is telling me I need to go home and rest. 

Eventually I get off of work and I somehow get to a mall. I’m a rebel and decide not to lay down and rest and if I don’t tell Cas, they’ll never know. Plus they’re usually busy doing something so it’s not like they’d think to check and make sure. So I’m at this mall for some reason or another, but it’s eerily empty. I grab a shopping cart and walk to level B2 of the parking garage (the mall entrance is on B5). I’m on foot so I can’t just walk up all those levels (also I’m still in not the best condition from my concussion headache meltdown earlier) …but there is an elevator that leads up to B5, but it’s on level B3. That’s fine. I can walk up 1 flight of stairs to get to the elevator.

The elevator has these stairs that lead up to it – like 3 stairs. I get on the stairs and push the up button to open the door. The door doesn’t open and the whole elevator platform – the elevator box and the stairs I’m standing on – fuckin DROP. It’s.. the most terrifying thing ever. I’m not even in the fuckin elevator so I have no supports except like a small meagre handrail that isn’t protective. All I can think is “BUT I PRESSED THE UP BUTTON??? I THOUGHT??” and “Is this how the elevator is supposed to work???”

I’m falling FAST and I’m terrified and in my mind is just “fuck. If this elevator lands in a crash at the bottom my concussion is going to be so much worse. I might get paralysed.” Mind you – not die from the crash from the falling elevator at almost full velocity but just paralysed because my neck will snap. Or something. Idk – this is my logic.

The elevator goes through all 3 B floors and goes into some underground thing. It takes kind of a curve in the fall so it makes a slanted slopey J trajectory to go into some basement room. As the doors open to the basement room, another elevator box comes whizzing out and nearly hits me cuz it’s so close. Turns out they are replacing the elevator I was trying to use with a new one. And they had disconnected my elevator (without telling anyone because the mall garage is super dead around this time and it’s not like anyone uses that one particular elevator anyway) – I find this out in a few minutes.

Finally my elevator stops and I stumble off, nauseated and feeling pretty awful. I’m really shaken up, but I collect myself so I’m moderately presentable to… the two people working in this weird concrete basement room? Laboratory? Technical lab? Idk. One of the girls is a heavy set woman in her mid to late 30s. She’s wearing a top that looks like…scrubs. And her natural hair is pulled back tight in a puff. The other girl is about my age, probably younger – maybe like 22 or so. Or maybe still college aged?? She has a medium to small frame but not very shapely. I think she was Korean. Her voice is very casual (she sounds very college hah) as she asks me questions to figure out what the heck I’m doing here. Her coworker is giving me a look as she goes to close the door.

That’s when I learn that they do the elevator maintenance and that my elevators wires had been cut just hours ago cuz they were gonna replace it. I just had the misfortune of getting on it just when they were taking it down. Somehow, we get onto the topic of Steven Universe???? (Don’t ask idk) – I think she saw a Jasper pic I had drawn. I’m surprised she knows SU, and I show a picture I drew of Lapis and she’s not very impressed. More like “Oh, ugh, bleh.” She’s not a Lapis fan. I try to pretend not to be hurt and don’t tell her that Lapis is my all time fave and I just show her more secretly stashed pics I have of Jasper sketches (idk why I had never posted them anywhere – that’s why they are secret). 

We end up making out (the other elevator worker is off doing actual work and seems used to her younger coworker dicking around and being inefficient – she rolls her eyes, unimpressed, and sighs). I’m honestly stoked about the way this weird adventure turned out. Definitely didn’t let on that I was recovering from a concussion and an attack – because why would I? that’s not relevant information, and it turned out alright here – I didn’t crash, hah. And I didn’t want to weird this girl out idk. I just get excited when I meet people irl who also like SU hahaha.

Anyhow, eventually the two let me out of their concrete basement lab and I head off and out.

[Insert REALLY REALLY WEIRD SEGMENT where I am in the desert in Egypt outside a desert museum with some white traveler (idk why that is a profession but it’s a very white profession) and he’s telling me all about the mineral content in the very ferrous puddle of water in front of the museum. I already know this cuz dude I have a fucking degree in it, but I nod to let him know that he’s teaching me interesting things. He goes into the museum for the bathroom, and comes out to tell me more about the water in this country – eugh, again, I know – and he brags about how everyone else is waiting in line to get clean water but he’ll just use this puddle right here. I expected him to pull out a lifestraw and just straight up drink the incredibly hard water that is probably really dirty as well, but he uses it to wash his gross post-poop hands and I’m even more appalled. The limited clean water in my country and he fucking washes his poop hands in this natural puddle.]

Apparently this Egypt segment was just… the interim between when that Korean girl was working and when she got off work. The museum turns out to be a movie theatre and I go in to meet her. (I guess like a date?) But?? Apparently not?? Because she has a boyfriend who is inexplicably shirtless in this movie theatre (he’s the only one without a shirt on, and his toned pale abs are very visible in the dark setting) and she happily sits on his lap and gives him a kiss before heading off to get them some popcorn or snacks and I’m?? kind of bewildered. But also like damn okay. Hm.

Then @syntaxeme somehow is around, being the ever present, well grounded practical advice giver of a friend that she is and lets me know not to get attached – “She’s got a boyfriend.” “Who is shirtless, yeah I know. And really muscular.” “Oh, you saw him?” “Yeah.” Anyhow, Sara just lets me know what sort of thing I can expect from this girl, and idk honestly why I felt so let down haha, but also I’m like yeah – that makes sense. She’s got this manly, decently built Korean boyfriend, and that makes sense.

And…that was it. Hah.

[pieceofcheese]

STILL ME AGAIN

Hi a summer-time-is-almost-over day :)) The last summer of teenage time I guest ? :))

Yeh rite this is still me. The same me as the same one writing the previous post 6 months ago. Nothing’s changed. Still me sticking my ass at this desk with this laptop typing those boring helpless words. Summer time is still running out. And nothing new delightful happened to change my life a little. Time just brutally keep running out.

I have just came home from the 3-hour Maths class. Back to the house, back to the mood of not knowing where I am, where I am supposed to go. Mom reminded me of attending English class for the fucking Ki thi THPT QG, which pissed me of thinking about the examination. Another hell examination, I think the Exam to the Hell High School was enough. That failure remember :)) of course I do never forget :)) It’ll always be there to remind me of not-another-failure ever again if you know what I mean.

Anyway, I kind of pissed thinking about the examination coming. I don’t want to spend another 4-year of my life in a fucking Uni in Vietnam. Whatever school it is. I told mom about the IELTS, that I want to do a course before getting into the IELTS Examination. My goal is >7.0 you know, but then the confusion of how can I ask money from Dad (must be another 10 millions VND), what if I fail,.. haunted me for the past months. I am so scared of failure, of letting people down, of letting myself down. I know I can do it if I can motivate myself enough like I have done in the past. But I just can’t. You are such a lazy weak person who find millions of excused all the time. Why don’t you look at the mirror I blame yourself, because it’s definitely your own fucking problems, not anyone or anything.

Well then, Dad came back from work. He acted normal, but then criticized me for going to the bathroom before him, which made him have to wait (for like 3 minutes ??) Yeah its just a normal thing happened everyday, people like “He that cannot beat the horse, beats the saddle” (just googled it haha) It’s ridiculous, but I get that and try to get used to it. But then hearing him babbling about the finance, the stress again.., talking behind mom’s back...  made me want to explode. Not really explode but it annoyed me and made me stitch. I’m enough for that over and over. Just the old same story. It was not I didn’t sympathy, I knew it and I would feel the same way if I was in his shoes. But can we just care about what the other feel, what the meaning and the necessity of the thing we said is,.. Care a little bit, smile a little and go get some safe and sound sleep? The things like: “I can’t bear it anymore so I have to say it out, I have tried to put up with it so the family can be happy..” blah blah made me sick. I am so sorry Mom and Dad. I just think this is the worst way to educate a child, maybe it can push them into some kind of depression or suicide commitment. Yeah I just have every reason to prove that it can happen.

In fact I am not that kind of negative person. Not a full-time positive person of course :)) but I will always figure out how to deal with it, how to feel so that I couldn’t get hurt. I am not a crybaby who cries the pillow wet every night anymore :)) or rarely. I keep it for myself, and choose to get over it. That’s it. Too easy. Like if you happened to eat a lemon, imagined it as a bland meat and swallow it. (like wtf so lame, but I can assure you I am the best at the making up metaphor :)))) Sometimes when parents educated children with old-fashioned meaningless preachment, or tend to hurt children by their words/behaviors, I will be like: “Remember this Ly, never teach your children that way. Please understand them, give them their best sympathy, never act weakly in front of them. Be their good friend.” blah blah. Sounds ridiculous but that is not only a way for me to get over the pressure that parents put on, but also the way to make me feel more positive. 

Gawd I have so much to tell :)) Remember the time when you was on the phone with Chou cuz she had issues, and Dad for some fucking reason yelled at you about hiding secrets, not caring about preparing Grandmother’s dinner blah blah blah? That is I think the biggest hurt and shock and shitty misunderstanding (or shitty parental preachment) I have suffered in this year until now. Oh and other shitty reminding of playing with boys, taking photos too intimately with them (wtf is your husband can see it and what will he think kind of that I mean what the actual fuck so relevant who tf would marry a fucking woman who get mad at photos with MALE FRIENDS or FRIENDS THAT ARE THE BOYS like that. Enough of that car nonsense the luckiest thing I ever had this year is I have my own motorbike to get rid of that car nonsense fuck yeah)

OK enough I don’t want to look back and split all the old bad shit here. Because when I write shit on Tumblr that’s when I am tired of life and I felt stuck. I don’t write when I am angry or depressed or anything like that because at that time I just wanna go outside or get a fucking sleep. I feel normal right now, a little low mood but I’m fine. I just need something to confide (I haven’t the right one to confide with yet so I will continue blabbing my shit here :))) Hope I can find that one soon-the one who makes me feel secured :)) I hope so :) ) After this confession my mood can be lifted a little bit and I could find some motivations to carry on learning and living :)

Oh one more thing POSITIVE THING I forget to tell. My hope was illuminated a little when mom told me about some random fortune teller (just a ridiculous woman at the hospital who tried to got some money from others). She told Mom that the middle child will be a big place (?) for parents to depend on in the future, sort of. It is the same thing the the fortune teller at Hanoi Hotel told Mom when I was born. Well I expect nothing of course :)) but I hope I can live up with their expectation, earn a fortune to take them all over the world, buy them a big house with garden for Dad to raise some hens and plant some trees as he wishes :)) Help my 2 sisters if they need help (hope they won’t because they will be successful too!)  

OK in short. Hope you do well in your next term, have a great time in the last year at CVA High School, have a good relationship with friends and family. Grandparents and Parents are all healthy, everyone is happy and you too! Don’t let yourself down baby, I have faith in you ^^

P/S: me having a huge crush on Nyle DiMarco recently :)) such an inspiration :))

Hanoi, July 28 2017

Much love,

Ly