#and she dropped me after that like she either dropped the program or requested a new pen pal 🥲

[ratwars]

Suddenly hit with embarrassing memory +3 emotional damage

[melminli]

Not Toxic For You, But With You

pairing: young coriolanus snow x fem. reader

summery - you and coriolanus never had a healthy relationship, but that didn't mean that you two would ever break up. neither you nor he would ever allow that to happen.

word count: 2.6k

contains: post peacekeeper coryo, toxic behavior, dark themes, suggestive language, arguing, talk about cheating, sexual themes

You were happy for Coriolanus when it was announced that he was part of the mentoring program for the 10th Hunger Games and also just so incredibly proud. If anyone deserved it, it was him, and you were convinced of that. That's why you continued to do your best. To be a supportive girlfriend and helped wherever you could - with encouraging words, with homemade treats or simply with your presence.

Unfortunately, your presence seemed to be the least in demand. You weren't necessarily happy about it either, but now that he had this big responsibility, he also had less free time available. That included hanging out with you, whether you liked it or not.

However, you believed that you could manage it. No problem. You just hoped that, like the last nine Hunger Games, the tributes would drop like flies so that the whole thing could be finished as quickly as possible and you could go on cute dates with your handsome boyfriend again. That was the case in the end, except that meaning that the games were over didn't mean that you could have Coriolanus all to yourself again. On the contrary, it seemed as if you had lost him during the games, and he wasn't even a tribute. At least you thought he wasn't.

When it was announced that Coriolanus' tribute would be the girl from District 12, you were a little disappointed along with him. Simply because he seemed to have got hold of the worst one there was. Your friends were initially worried that your jealousy would cause problems, but you reassured them (as well as your boyfriend) that you certainly wouldn't feel threatened by some covey girl from the lowest district.

At least, that was before Coriolanus gave you a reason to feel that way. He started showing up on TV with her, sneaking glances at her from the side, even going so far as to rig the games so he could save her from a gruesome death. You hoped that he would burn in hell along with her.

"Honey, I know you told me not to open the door for him or let him in if he ever shows up, but..." Your mother began to say in a gentle tone after she opened the door to your room. She knew you were sometimes a bit difficult to handle and you hadn't really told her what had happened between you and that Snow boy, but in her eyes, he always seemed to take good care of you. She complied with your request at first, but it had been several weeks since you had barricaded yourself in your room, and she was starting to get seriously worried about her only daughter. "...but that won't solve your problems either, and I think that - "

You interrupted your mother with a loud, annoyed sigh and straightened up in your bed to meet her gaze at the door. "Stop it, mom. I never want to see his face again. Let him get shot by a rebel on the side of the road for all I care. Hope he bleeds out painfully and everyone watches him breathe his last breath in his miserable state." You spit out one word after the other as if they were poison.

Unexpectedly, the person in question was able to contribute something to the conversation. "You really hurt me deeply with your cruel words, my sweet girl." Coriolanus said as he entered your room with a bouquet of white roses.

Your eyes widened in shock as you climbed out of your bed to stand upright, and before you could realize that he was standing in front of you, you looked angrily at your mother. "I can't believe you did that!" You exclaimed, feeling betrayed. You wanted to add a lot more, but in the brief moment you tried to gather yourself, Coriolanus quietly asked your mother to leave you alone for a while and she followed his request and closed the door behind her.

You looked up again when you heard the noise and had to stop yourself from pulling your hair out of your head. "You've got a lot of nerves showing up here. What's going on? Were the woods in District 12 a bit too tough for the city boy? Did you get tired of fucking the cheap pussy of a lower class girl?"

Coriolanus didn't really respond to what you said and placed the flowers he had brought you on your desk before taking off his red coat and placing it over your chair. You really could have a bad mouth when you were angry. He sometimes seemed to forget that. "There was nothing going on between me and Lucy Gray."

You let out a slightly maniacal laugh and could swear you were finally starting to lose your mind. "Oh yeah? And your cock is bigger than Rufus'." You said in a sarcastic tone before your smile fell from your face. "Don't take me for a fool, and don't you dare say her name in my presence!"

This time your words seemed to have hit a sore spot. You could tell by the slight twitch of his eyebrows that he was irritated. "Who's Rufus?" He asked in a serious tone, trying to remind you not to cross a line.

You had long since stopped worrying about what he wanted. "I think you know who Rufus is." You said challengingly, and with that, Coriolanus lost his patience faster than planned as he came at you with quick steps until your back was against the wall, and there was no way for you to escape. His hand tightened its grip on your jaw and angled your head so that your fiery gaze met his. "I was already expecting you to not be on your best behavior while I was gone, and you know what? I was willing to forgive you for that." He announced, his eyes wide with anger and his own jaw tensed as he tightened his grip on yours. "But fucking some boy behind my back while I thought about you day and night? Sleeping in those fucking barracks with four other soldiers and slaving away like I was just another dirty lower class citizen?"

You laughed when you saw the sadness in his eyes. "Stop whining at me with your shitty sad stories. You deserve so much more than that."

You could feel Corioalnu's breath on your skin as he still looked deep into your eyes, hoping to read somewhere in there that this wasn't the truth. That it was just another lie you told with the intention of hurting his feelings, and it did. "Your mother told me that you never read the letters I sent you." He whispered out, wanting to hear it from you.

He could have that. "I told her she was welcome to burn them."

She's driving me crazy, I'm really about to lose it. Calm down, Coriolanus, you're better than that. She's waiting for you to do that. He said to himself as he took a step away from you so that he wouldn't completely lose his temper and make the situation even worse. He was here to make you believe that everything could go back to the way it was, and it would. "So what? You want to break up?" He asked like it was the most silly thing ever. "Don't be absurd."

"No, of course not." You exclaimed, getting louder and louder. "I want to strangle you with my own hands first and then go to that stupid District bitch and tell her she can never have you, understand?! And then I'm going to beat her until she's green and blue, because you know what?! You're better off dead, than having to see you with someone else that isn't me! You're mine! You hear that?! Mine!" You shouted as you dragged him by his vest and then started beating his chest.

Coriolanus grabbed your arm with one hand to stop you when he felt like it was enough and the other in your hair so he could smash his lips against yours. He couldn't help it. He'd been thinking about it since he'd seen you, but he didn't want to upset you any further by interrupting you in mid-sentence. As much as he craved it, he knew you needed to get things off your chest to make you feel better, and he owed you that.

You had imagined your first kiss with Coriolanus, after all that shit to be just as aggressive as it was right now. With his tongue trying to taste as much of you as it could and with a longing that he didn't really give you or himself time to breathe. His body steered you towards your bed until the backs of your knees gave way, and you fell back onto the soft comforter of your bed. He followed you, taking care to support his weight with his arms. He took short breaths as your kiss was interrupted and rested his forehead against yours while he listened to the ones you let out. "I guess you can understand me then when I tell you that I'm going to kill that Rufus guy. Don't think I've forgotten." He whispered to you as he stroked your hip with his thumb, again growing bitter at the thought.

You smiled. "Of course, and I haven't forgotten how you're still lying to me how there was nothing between you and...her." You spoke up and had to stop yourself from putting your hands around his neck. You decided to play with the short hair on his neck instead. "Tell me the truth and never lie to me again. We never lie to each other, isn't that right, Coryo?"

It took him a moment to answer you. "No, we don't." He finally replied and thought about how best to approach the matter. The feelings between him and Lucy Gray were real. How briefly they may have lasted, and he couldn't deny that. Of course, he could never tell you that either - if he wanted another chance with you, and he did. At the end of the day, Lucy Gray and he were far too different from each other. Only with you could he have the future he craved here at the Capitol. A District girl could never grant him that wish.

"We've shared a few intimate moments together." He finally admitted, feeling your gentle hand on the back of his neck grow harsh. "We may have kissed once or twice, but it could never go beyond that. There was nothing between us because it could never become anything. She could never give me what you do."

That's right. She never could even if she wanted to. You hugged him and gave him another kiss. "You're a little different than you used to be. Your time as a Peacekeeper seems to have changed you. You seem more like a man than a boy." You complimented, showing that this was the end of the matter. You were ready to move on because even if you weren't ready to forgive him for his brief secret romance, you were ready to forget.

A seductive grin stretched across his face. "Oh, you think so?" He asked you as he leaned slightly to his side and nestled his one arm under your head while his other slowly moved further down to reach under the waistband of your pants and play with the fabric of your panties. "Do you like it, my dear?"

You returned his grin. "You know I do."

The reactions from your body would betray you if you gave him any other answer than that. You felt yourself getting wetter with the feel of his fingertips on your skin and your vision blurred by your need to feel him. "Please, touch me, Coryo." You begged him, knowing it was the only way to get him to do what you wanted. At least in the bedroom.

He let out a grunt at your current submissive behavior. She really is a devil when she gets angry, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like that side of her, too. As long as it doesn't come out too often. "What is that I hear? Looks like you haven't forgotten your manners, huh? Are you gonna be my good girl again?"

He looked at you nodding at him with dreamy eyes. "Always Coryo, always your good girl."

His fingers tugged a little harder on the side of your panties this time. "No. I don't think so, my dear. Because if you were, you wouldn't let some stupid boy fuck my pussy, would you? Do you know what kind of girls do that?" He asked you in a sugar sweet voice that was laced with disappointment and that made you draw your eyebrows together. "Sluts who can't be satisfied with one cock and therefore spread their legs for everyone."

Seems like Coriolanus is still angry about that, but you didn't expect it any other way. After all, that's why you did it, because if he made you the other woman, you'd make him the other man. For a little bit, anyway. "I'm sorry, Coryo. Please. I love you, only you." You tried to apologize to him and move your hips so you could get more of his touch.

"I know you do." He replied, deciding not to tease you too much for once. Maybe some other time, he'd be a little harder on you and punish you appropriately, but right now, he'd much rather hear your sweet voice crying and pleading for him. He did really miss you, after all.

[hotchfiles]

Hi!! Happy 100th follower bash! I wanted to request Seth Cohen with the prompt “what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?” If you decide to write it, I can’t wait to read whatever you come up with. Thank you!!

lari's 100th follower bash + send me a prompt and one of my boys for a blurb

seth + “what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?”

three times seth let you go and the one he didn't

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

      You were his best friend, two little kids watching cartoons and drawing around while your parents drank wine and talked about things you both didn't understand.

      As days and weeks and months went by, the more the drinking wine encounters became something only your mother would do, frequently going to the Cohens to talk to Seth's mom.

      "Your mommy looks sad."

      "She cries a lot too, more than me."

      Divorce is the word that has been making your mother cry apparently, and soon it makes you and Seth cry as well. Divorce means you're going away to a new city with your mom.

      Seth can't do anything about it but hug you tight and hand you the collection of not really great drawings he made of you, for you.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

      You come back for high school, thank God, your mother's job is much more demanding now and she feels your dad can be more present than she is.

      It's like you never left, you feel. Seth instantly clings to you like he did when you were children, except this time his mind is going a thousand miles per hour. He wasn't exactly expecting you to come back and now his mind is completely torn into Summer obsessive thoughts and you.

      You spend hours and hours watching terrible sci-fi tv shows, he's drawing (more often than not, you're the muse), while you read or write on your journal. It's silent and comfortable and people often tease you about how you're the only one to keep him quiet for so long.

      Seth doesn't understand it much either, but he enjoys watching you, the way you furrow your brows when you forget a word, or how you take a deep breath following a surprised sound when something happens in the book you're reading.

      He's been thinking about how at peace you make him feel and he has plans to ask you to homecoming, but some sophomore beats him to it. And he could ask you to go with him instead, drop the other guy. But your eyes almost close while you're smiling telling him about it, so he just lets it go.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

      2.027 miles. 31 hours drive. 4 hour flight.

      Writing came to you as drawing came to him, you both had collab comic books even. He should've known you wouldn't go for Irvine or Berkley. Or any goddamned college in California with a creative writing program. No.

      Northwestern University. Illinois. He heard you gush about it all senior year, and doubting yourself, saying you wouldn't get in anyway. But you did, obviously, you had everything they required and everything any university could hope for in a student. He knew you would get in and he obviously couldn't ask you to stay for him.

      You were just friends.

      And even if you weren't, he would never stop you from going after your passions, what made you happy.

      He visits you when he can. You both kiss and make out and tell each other the sweetest things in whispers only you can hear in those times. Nothing more comes of it though, you're busy and two thousand miles away. He accepts it, he lets go of the idea of having you just yet.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

      Enough is enough though. And when you tell him about the internship opportunity outside of the country you don't smile with your eyes like prom. Your tone uncertain, your whole body weight being held by his arms as you both laid down on your terrible dorm bed.

      And as always he wants you. He wants you so bad. He wants you to stay. To ask him to go with you. Like he wanted you to stay with your dad after the divorce. Like he wanted to be your date for homecoming. Like he's been wanting to call you his girlfriend, his partner, his lover, his wife even.

      "Is it bad to want something so badly?" he says more to himself than to you, really, but still you turn your head to him, using his chest as a support for your chin.

      "I mean... It's just an internship I don't want it that bad—"

      "That's not—I want to ask you to stay. With me. Don't go. And that's selfish." He keeps his eyes glued to the ceiling as if he hadn't just made your heart skip a thousand beats.

      "Then just ask me, funny boy."

      His grip to you tightens, if that's even possible, and he's finally able to not let it go, to not let you go.

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Jeff the Space Shark

Summary: Through a series of chaotic events, Jeff meets Cosmo the space dog; they proceed to cause more chaos together.

Word Count: 2446 Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: None A/N: happy birthday to @sunsetscarlett :)) here's the Jeff and Cosmo fic as promised and I hope you like it!! and to everyone else, hope you enjoy the fic and let me know what you think! :)

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

Incessant buzzing of your watch drew you from the depths of sleep, forcing you to open your eyes and adjust to the darkness. Natasha stirred beside you. 

Tapping the watch screen bathed the room in a pale light; you had to flinch away while your eyes adjusted, but you were finally able to read the message.

In the dark, your arm jumped around until it hit something solid; the groan that followed indicated it was Natasha. 

"We have to get up," you mumbled, sleep still laced in your voice. You felt her shift beneath your hand, then the room lit up again, under the flow of Natasha's watch this time.

"I want a day off," she sighed, but then flicked the bedside light on regardless. The two of you prepared for work, because despite what either of you wanted, the world didn't wait, so you couldn't either.

"Is Yelena coming?"

"Couldn't see her on the list"

Natasha nodded. She shuffled in the wardrobe for your mission bags, while you let yourself into the room next door to nudge the sleeping shark. He shifted atop the covers, but ultimately stayed asleep. You nudged him again.

"Mrrrr," Jeff said with a yawn. His arms sleepily reached out and grabbed onto your departing hand, pulling you near.

Relenting, and apologetic for disturbing his sleep, you scooped him up with your other hand, grabbed his stuffed toy, and carried him to the car while he dozed on your shoulder.

Natasha was already waiting; your bag and hers were thrown into the boot, while Jeff's pre-packed travel kit lay on the back seats, beside his car seat. You set him down gently, using his plush shark to replace the comfort of your arm, then strapped him in safely. The car was set after that, and you began the quick journey to Yelena's house, dropping Jeff and his belongings off with many thanks and apologies to the blonde, before continuing on to the Compound.

Avengers in various states of wakefulness gathered around Fury in the conference room as the mission briefing was delivered. It would be a fight right from the offset, no retrieval or espionage, just a simple fight…in space.

"Do we need to bring lightsabers?" Tony scoffed, though you imagined he already has a stash ready for the occasion.

"Bring whatever you've got," Fury warned, "Carol's requested help for this one. Carol. I mean no offence but she could take any of you,"

"I'm a little offended by that,"

"Deal with it, Stark. If she needs help, you better bring all the fight you can. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. The quinjet is already programmed; Hill will give you more information when you're up there. So get to it!"

At the man's orders, your team filtered out, spacesuits were handed out to those who needed them, then you strapped yourselves in. Natasha took the seat next to yours, the ones which had practically become your designated seats on this modified jet. She squeezed your hand with hers as the space launch began. You hoped Jeff would be okay.

Maria had given you more information while on the journey to space, yet Carol insisted on another mission briefing after you’d arrived on the spaceship. No matter how interesting her speech was, the whole team had still been roused from sleep and subjected to three briefs on the same topic; all she got in response were vacant eyes and scattered yawns.

That changed when the doors slammed open, everyone lost interest in Carol, in favour of turning to watch the newcomers waltz in. You recognised all the heroes, the ones who had chosen not to become Avengers, despite their capability for it, but most importantly, your eyes were drawn to the blonde leading the group.

"Yelena?!" Natasha exclaimed first.

The younger Widow turned her head toward Natasha and broke into a toothy smile, "сестра! I was invited too!"

"What did you do with Jeff?!"

Yelena jolted at her sister's unwelcome greeting, frowning slightly before she held her hands up with the goal of calming Natasha down.

Still without a word spoken, Yelena shrugged her backpack off her shoulder, unzipped it, then tipped it upside down, causing your favourite land shark to tumble out.

It was your turn to clamour now, while Natasha surged forward to check Jeff was okay. "You brought Jeff to SPACE??"

"Well what was I supposed to do with him?"

You looked beyond the shrugging assassin to see your own Black Widow on the floor smiling as Jeff cooed and ran circles around her, his tail wagging so hard it moved his back end with it. He was unaffected by the whole situation, something Yelena should be very grateful for.

"Not bring him to space?" You sighed. "What did you do with Fanny?"

"Oh, she is with my neighbour!"

"And you couldn't have done the same with Jeff?" The land shark scrambled over to you now, and your intimidating stance on Yelena was ruined by your need to crouch down and give Jeff the head scratches he was after. It was worth it; you knew Yelena wouldn't be the slightest bit scared of you no matter how you stood.

“Oh yes, let me think,” Yelena mused, “hello neighbour who does not know I am Avenger. As well as my dog, can you also watch this special, one-of-a-kind land shark?” She rolled her eyes. “You think that would be a good idea?”

Natasha got to her feet, ready to chastise her sister for her tone, when the doors burst open again, a new group of heroes entering the room.

"How many ships have they sent up here?" you muttered.

"And are we gonna have to sit through another briefing?" Tony asked.

"Who even are they?"

"The Guardians of the Galaxy have arrived!" came the announcement of the one who seemed to be the leader. 

"Ha! they brought a dog! see? I was not so silly bringing Jeff up here!"

"Cosmo is powerful member of team." The dog growled, for some reason in a strong Russian accent.

"Is that dog Russian?"

"Cosmo is from Soviet Union!" 

"Oh wow, it's like Yelena in dog form." Natasha laughed, but her comment went unheard by her sister, because she was already crouching in front of the Russian dog, littering her with questions including, but not limited to "how did you get here?" and "can I give you head scratches?"

Before you knew it, Jeff had approached the dog too and the rest of the Guardians were groaning at the lack of appreciation for the rest of the team.

Cosmo swung around to face Jeff, her stance changing to crouched legs, raised hackles, and a motionless tail. "Identify yourself, shark," she growled.

Jeff, meanwhile, dropped his back legs to sit on the floor, his tail sweeping the area around him while his tongue lolled out his mouth. "Mrrrr."

Cosmo paused. Her tail raised ever so slightly as she cocked her head to the side. "говорить по-русски?" (speak Russian?)

"Mrrrr."

You started blankly at the two. Jeff was speaking Russian; you know because you could translate it from land shark…but not from Russian back to English. Natasha and Yelena, however, expressed a different sentiment. They both looked in shock at your land shark, before turning to each other, then finally settling on you.

"You never said he spoke Russian?" Natasha questioned.

Your cheeks flushed at the thought of the confession you would now have to make. "He doesn't usually speak it," you said, your voice trailing into a murmur by the end, "he just…translates it."

"Jeff, Вы понимаете меня?" (do you understand me?)

"mrr"

"He says yes," you and Cosmo translated at the same time. He'd said it in Russian again, but you could translate that much at least.

"He's been helping me learn," you told Nat sheepishly, "you're more romantic in your native language, when you think I don't understand, and I'm about to marry into a Russian family so I didn't want to rely solely on Jeff to translate."

Natasha froze, her mind returning to the nights she'd spent in bed with you, while Jeff was curled asleep in the corner. She thought of all her sleepy ramblings to you in Russian and how Jeff would purr and you'd cuddle closer. She'd assumed it was a coincidence, and that Jeff was just sighing in his sleep. But now she knew, it was her turn to blush.

"Ah Natasha, Natasha, what have you been saying?" Yelena laughed in a fake scolding. Then the blonde left you to it, much preferring to talk with Jeff and Cosmo as they played.

"You could have asked me," your fiancée said softly, "I'd help you learn."

"I know you would, my love, but that's not the point of a secret, is it? Besides, your mother has been helping when I call her. And Yelena-"

"Yelena?!"

The younger Widow looked over again and shrugged at Natasha's open mouthed stare, accompanying it with a 'what can I say?' kind of smirk.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," you reasoned and she smiled at you, taking your hand in hers before the team were called to focus and actually do the mission you were there for.

"We still don't know what we're doing about Jeff," Natasha called out, "is the ship safe to leave him here on his own?"

Carol grimaced. Jeff would be safe on the ship, yes, but was the ship safe from Jeff? She knew what the land shark could do when left unattended, and she also knew what Goose tends to do when she's on missions.

Before she could express those concerns though, she was saved by Cosmo speaking up. "I will take care of shark. We have lots of people. Not all necessary."

Jeff purred lowly, completely unaware of the relieved sighs released by everyone in the room. 

"Good dog, Cosmo," the raccoon praised.

You paused, wondering how all the animals on their team spoke English, and whether they could teach Jeff, before you added your own advice, "give him plenty of food; he gets hungry quickly."

As if on cue, Jeff's stomach grumbled as you ran to join the others. "Be good, Jeff!"

The shuttles launched from the base and carried the heroes onto their battlefield, leaving Cosmo and Jeff in the great hall on their own.

"Mrrrr," Jeff whined

"да (yes), they will be back." 

"Mrrrr."

Cosmo watched on as the land shark drooped. His head bowed first, then his whole body slumped until his face rested on the floor, buried mournfully between his hands.

The space dog reached out and hovered a paw over Jeff, unsure how to comfort him through this sudden onset of sadness. But then she remembered your advice.

"We can go to kitchen?" Cosmo offered.

Jeff perked up instantly. Before the word 'kitchen' was even finished, the land shark was back on his feet, hopping around for Cosmo to lead the way.

Cosmo wagged her tail with the success, then tilted her nose in a 'follow me' motion. Dog and land shark snuck through the ship, until they burst a door open to find the treasure they both sought. The delicious aroma of various foods – along with hints of the previous cooked meal – hit both of them with force, thanks to their heightened senses of smell. 

Though they had met just moments before, the two animals knew instantly what they had to do. Working together was not a problem when food was on the line.

Jeff balanced on Cosmo's head for extra height, and used his flexible digits to pull the cupboards open.

"I take over now."

Jeff hopped off and watched with a salivating mouth as Cosmo used telekinesis to float snacks and meats from the high shelves down to the ground. Once the feast was laid, both animals nodded, showing appreciation to the other for successful teamwork, before diving straight into the food.

You returned from the mission exhausted; it had been a long fight, but a successful one in the end, with nobody coming back with anything worse than a few scrapes and bruises.

As the group emerged from the shuttle, chatter soon began to fill the previously silent hall and echoed around the station.

Natasha noticed it before you did.

"Why was it so silent?" The conversations stopped; the group kept their eyes on Natasha's outstretched arms, and listened for the scuffles and purrs that one might expect when a land shark and dog are left alone. They heard nothing.

"Jeff?" the Avengers called.

"Cosmo?" the Guardians followed.

There was no reply, so you soon went searching. The group raided and checked every room and corner of the ship until- 

"Found them!"

Steve's voice led you all towards him, beside the kitchen door. You should have guessed.

You weren't sure what to say when you saw inside. Jeff was curled up happily on the floor, a look of contentment on his sleeping face, while Cosmo slept beside him, using his body as a pillow to rest her head.

Your immediate reaction was to coo at the scene (and some of the others did) but your eyes were next drawn to the litter of wrappers and packets and gnawed bones that scattered the area around them.

"I don't think they left us a single post-mission snack."

"Your shark is a bad influence on our dog!"

"How do we know your dog isn't the bad influence?"

"Well, let's not kid ourselves here-"

A low growl interrupted the argument as Cosmo sprang to her feet, instantly ready to defend the ship, until she noticed who the 'intruders' were.

"Did you both eat all the food?"

Cosmo's mood sank the moment those words were spoken. Though she had been excited to see the group return, her ears soon folded back, and her head bowed to look at the ground, only occasionally flicking her eyes up to see you all.

"Is Cosmo bad dog?" she asked, her voice so full of sadness that nobody could find it in themselves to agree.

"No, you are хорошая собака (good dog), Cosmo." Yelena stepped in. "You took care of Jeff and kept him happy! That is what we asked."

Cosmo preened, her mood changed immediately by the praise. Since the others had yet to agree, the space dog designated Yelena as her safe spot, moving to sit between the Widow's legs and resting her head against Yelena's knee. She hummed again when Yelena started to scratch around her ears.

"You come visit me if you come to Earth, okay? You have home at my place any time."

"The whole team, or-?"

"Just the dog."

Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character​ @wolferine (if anyone else wants to be added to this list, just give me a message)

[iuteamstarcandy]

[INTERVIEW] Elle Girl (November 2010)

IU, as lovely as her age

Has the time come for a change of the nation’s little sister?

Without pretending to look like an adult, or being snobby and only pretending to look cute on stage, IU is as lovely as her age.

You came for the morning photoshoot in your school uniform.

IU: It’s been awhile since I went to school, so I went to take attendance at least and met my teacher before I came.

How’s school life for you?

IU: It’s not just difficult to keep up with the pace in school, it’s practically impossible. I almost didn’t attend at all for the 1st semester and it’s about the same now too.

Back in elementary school, you came in 1st place and even became the school president, but it seems your grades have dropped a lot.

IU: I really studied hard until my 2nd year in middle school, but when I debuted in my 3rd year, my grades plummeted. While participating in my activities as an artist, I couldn’t pay attention to my studies.

You must be feeling terrible.

IU: Not at all. I’m satisfied that I managed to find my path early on. It’s not possible to do two things at once. I have to delve deep into either my studies or singing, but music is my priority right now. My friends and I are just taking our own separate paths.

Do your parents share the same sentiments?

IU: I think my mum asked me to study because she doesn’t know my talent and feels that the only thing I can do right now is to study. Now I think they feel that singing is better than studying for me. Or they’ll just have to give in to my stubbornness. Haha.

Are you close to your friends in school?

IU: My friends are not that comfortable around me.

You’re really close to F(x)’s Luna.

IU: She’s my first friend in the entertainment industry. They asked me in an interview which girl group member I wanted to get closer to, so I picked Luna. I guess that interviewer told Luna about it. At the Music Bank waiting room, Luna approached me first to make conversation. We got closer quickly as we're the same age.

There’s a photo of both of you going to Lotte World recently too.

IU: We didn’t think we would be recognised, but people took our photos and it came out in the news too, which took us by surprise. We went secretly without our managers knowing, so we got into trouble for that.

You must feel lonely being alone as your peers mostly promote in groups.

IU: I guess so. When I debuted initially, there was no one to talk to in the waiting room, so I was really bored. It’s fine now. I have Luna and because of my radio activities, I got to know many seniors. In particular, Lee Sooyoung and Park Kyungrim sunbaenim take good care of me.

Have you had thoughts that girl groups are the trend now, which is a loss for you?

IU: I think we each have our own turf. The music they do is different from the music I do, after all.

Your popularity has been rising recently. You came in 1st place on music programs with ‘Nagging’ too.

IU: I didn’t achieve it by myself and Seulong oppa has been a great help. Seulong oppa is popular to begin with. I’m in a daze after coming in 1st place without going through much difficulty during promotions. I didn’t even join the after party on that day and went straight home to sleep.

You’ve sung quite a number of duets, with Im Seulong, Sung Shi Kyung, Na Yoon Kwon and Yoo Seung Ho as well.

IU: I have 4 single albums just from the duets, so it does seem like a lot. It seems that I have a feminine voice, so it matches well with the male singers when we sing duets. I’ve received many requests and my agency intends to limit them too now. We can’t have that becoming my image.

Who did you enjoy singing a duet with the most?

IU: Each of them have their own special characteristics. I got closer to Yoon Kwon oppa through the radio show, so we had good camaraderie, Shi Kyung oppa is a good singer to begin with, so I just went with the flow. Seung Ho oppa isn’t a singer, so I led him along. With Seulong oppa, I enjoyed working together with him.

The oppas find you adorable right?

IU: Perhaps because I worked with Shi Kyung oppa recently, he contacts me frequently. He talks to me comfortably. Haha. We’ve decided to go and eat raw seafood together with Yoon Kwon oppa as well.

When will you release your own solo album?

IU: I’m going to release a mini album soon. I’ve been receiving songs recently.

Will it be a refreshing and lively concept?

IU: I’ve received a lot of love with that sort of image, so I guess it will be that way.

You said that initially the cute concept didn’t suit you?

IU: I had a tough time during ‘Boo’ and ‘Marshmallow’. Usually, I’m rather cold, to the extent that people around me feel disappointed, so of course it was tough for me to pretend to look cute on stage. Would you believe it if I told you that growing up, I’ve never been told that I’m cute? I did receive acting lessons and got better at it though. I’m fine with cute concepts too now.

I heard that you dream of becoming a singer-songwriter like Corinne Bailey Rae.

IU: I enjoy listening to Corinne Bailey Rae or John Mayer’s songs. I want to become a singer-songwriter like them. I’ve started writing songs recently, but I’m embarrassed to show them to everyone, so I’ve only let a composer oppa I know listen to two of them.

What did he say about them?

IU: He gave me courage, of course. While saying, ‘I see buds sprouting’ (t/n: meaning that he sees the start of something to come).

Try throwing a tantrum and telling your agency what kind of music you want to do.

IU: I’ve known them since I was young (t/n: during her trainee days), so they know well what I like. A song composed by me could be on my next album. I think if I work at it slowly like this, I can make it happen.

You dislike being treated like a young child right?

IU: I don’t dislike it. It’s true that I’m young.

You’re 19, so you might think you’re all grown up now.

IU: I don’t think so. My body, face and voice are all still young. I’m glad the general public seems to want to listen to the music and vocal style of my generation.

What did you do yesterday?

IU: I had a long-awaited break. I was bumming around at home, then ate cup noodles with manager oppa, my mum and my grandmother. When I’m busy, I’m like, ‘Give me some time. I want to meet friends and do all sorts of things’, but when I actually get to rest, I’m not sure what I should do.

I heard you like reading so much that it’s as if you’re in a book club.

IU: Reading is my hobby. I’ve been reading an essay compilation about New York recently.

I heard you write regularly in your diary too.

IU: I’ve been too tired recently to write long entries, but I don’t miss a single day. I would write something like, ‘Ah, I’m so tired’ at least, before I go to bed.

Isn’t it tiring filming ‘Heroes’?

IU: Now that I’ve gotten closer to the members, it’s fine. I’m just so jealous that everyone is so pretty. Jiyeon, who is my age, Kahi unnie and Sunyoung unnie all have such small faces and slim figures.

IU is pretty too. Your manager says you just need to grow taller.

IU: While losing weight, I’ve been hearing people say that too. I didn’t go on a diet. What I hate the most is skipping a meal. I get annoyed when they don’t give me food when I’m working.

You’ll have some fun at the end of the year, right?

IU: I don’t have schedules yet, but I think I’ll be appearing as a guest for a concert. I have ambitions for a concert, so I purposely go to my seniors’ concerts often. I’m going to learn a lot and use that at my own concert.

What kind of concert do you dream of having?

IU: How about a concert with only acoustic (t/n: guitar), while sitting down from start to end? I’ll gather people with the same preferences as me and have a concert in a calm and comfortable atmosphere.

What kind of adult do you want to become?

IU: I do imagine what my 30s will be like. When I’m in my 30s, I’ll be able to do as I wish without caring about being judged by others, right? Just like Harin sunbaenim, I’ll be able to sing the songs I like, do concerts, go traveling, volunteer overseas, I hope to be able to live a carefree life like that.

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[vitalssigns]

me being late to the party is actually method acting don't be fooled. anyway! hi i'm jade (she/her) bringing you park jeonghun, aka the guy whose twin died. info is all under the cut, no wanted plots we do chem out here, hit the like and i'll hit you up! discord heavily preferred and available on request.

stats / freeform

jeonghun and jeongbin grew up attached at the hip. for a good while they did everything together. shared birthday parties, shared wardrobe, shared favourite colour and animal and movie-- and there were definitely some things they disagreed on but because it didn't fit into their own narrative they just sorta ignored that. like yeah we love playing dragons! (jeonghun did not.) yes we like going to the beach after school! (not jeongbin.)

this didn't really last - they had a few different friends in school, different hobbies and interests. they still hung out all the time. if jeonghun was with friends chances were jeongbin would be there too, if jeongbin wanted to go out he'd bring jeonghun. jeonghun was the more approachable of the two back in school, a little more chilled out and less of a leading personality. basically jeongbin took point and jeonghun was happy to follow along and smoothe over his brother's rougher edges.

which isn't to say jeonghun didn't enjoy being part of the troublemaking. he did good in school but he wasn't a model student at all, people knew the park twins used to sneak out and get drunk in the woods and that they stole their dad's car that one time.

obviously all that comes crashing down on him when jeongbin dies. jeonghun spirals for a while after that - nobody can get through to him, he stops talking to people, he's a shell of himself. he also realises how much of his life was dictated for him by his brother and makes absolutely no effort to try and grow into his own person in his absence. to this day he has all these mannerisms and preferences that are just leftovers of the things jeongbin liked and he doesn't actually care for.

jeonghun leaves town right after school to go to uni for pharmacy. he drops back in for family events and holidays so he isn't absent by any means but he's not rlly hanging around either. he gets better! he starts going to therapy he starts taking meds for his depression and other issues and just generally is successful in what he's doing. does his military service (social work) & graduates his program with top marks. his social life is also flourishing at the time. he uses the dead twin card to get laid for a while (call that a masterclass in repression).

then he gets started on his phd... and gets stuck. i was thinking some combo of a crisis on his end and a family emergency, but he comes back to town in late 2021 and stays. right now he's running the pharmacy his dad owns and he wants to leave and get that program finished so bad but he can't get himself to go, so he's balancing in limbo.

personality tldr;

he's a pleasant guy to be around! friendly, relaxed, he can take a joke. it's just that everyone and their mum saw him right after his twin died when he was at his worst. also a pretty dependant character, he's willing to speak up for himself but ultimately is more of a follower than a leader. you can tell that he was a troublemaker as a teen but the family is trying very hard to overplay his past and have people focus more on his education. he's also very stuck on jeongbin still. when he's questioning his decisions he'll often go 'what would jeongbin say now', and the way he does it isn't healthy after all these years. doesn't help that his psychometry (much more of a curse than a gift) keeps dragging him back to the woods, which he's been steadily avoiding whenever he's able.

[the-alice-of-hearts]

If you're still taking requests- if not please ignore this- can I plz request either 40 or 48 for Jaytim (Maybe with a hint of chubby jay-) ty for your time!

Okay, so I combined these because they work well together. also, I wrote more than expected... Hope you like it! (and I will always and forever be accepting requests) 40: exes meeting again after not speaking for years au 48: meeting again at a high school reunion au I also wasn't able to get the hint of chubby Jay in there, but know that I personally think he's built like a strongman competitor, so imagine him still jacked, but with that layer of fat that makes him the perfect shape for perfect hugs.

Jason walked off the stage to the sound of Bruce and Dick cheering for him, but his eyes were glued to Tim’s back. The genius had skipped two grades and graduated with Jason, and there he was talking to his best friend. Benard waved at Jason and Jason gave a fake smile that dropped from his face when Tim turned to look at him. The younger man quickly turned away, but Jason could see the hurt in his eyes. He had done that, but he couldn’t regret it, not when they had both worked so hard to get where they were going. Jason was going across the country to study creative writing and stage management at CalArts and Tim was headed to MIT for medical engineering, and Jason couldn’t hold him back. Tim needed this, he needed to focus and get through the hardest degree program he could possibly choose, and Jason wasn’t about to have any free time either. College was going to be murder, and no matter how much Jason wished that he could stay with Tim, they just couldn’t risk the heartbreak. He couldn’t risk the heartbreak… 

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“You sure about this?” Artemis asked. “There’s nothing that says you have to go to your high school reunion.” 

“Yeah, not like I went to mine.” Roy laughed. 

Jason shook his head and kept packing. “You both are terrible influences. They want me to give a speech, I kinda feel like I have to.” 

“I thought that you were going in hopes of seeing your high school beloved.” Kori pointed out and Jason winced.

“What?” Roy flipped over and stared at Jason. “You think he’ll be there?” 

Jason shrugged. “Maybe? It’s not out of the question at least.” 

“This the guys you’re head over heels for?” Artemis asked. 

“Okay! Everyone is about to be kicked out of my production if we don’t stop!” Jason slammed his suitcase shut. “No, I don’t know if he’ll be there, yea I hope he will, no I didn’t write my speech about missed opportunities because of him, that’s the prompt that was given to me by the committee.” 

“Good luck my friend,” Kori whispered in his ear as she hugged him tight. 

“Make sure someone records you, I wanna see the speech later!” Roy smirked at him. 

“I leave for the airport after practice. So let’s go please.” Jason started leading his idiot friends out the door. 

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Jason stepped up to the podium and smiled. “Well, we made it.” His former classmates who showed up laughed softly. “Look, you all got enough speeches out of me in high school, so I’m gonna make this short and sweet.” 

He took a deep breath and then stilled. Tim was standing there staring up at him, and he looked just as beautiful as the last time that Jason saw him. 

Jason cleared his throat. “So, as some of you may know, I am now a big fancy stage director of a theater here in Gotham. Shocker I know.” He paused for the light laughter before continuing. “There’s something huge about getting to do the thing that I wanted to do so badly all through school, but there’s something to be said about missed opportunities. I know, it’s not really the thing most people talk about, but I know that each and every one of us sits at home at least once a week and thinks about something that we regret not going for. Not quitting a dead-end job, not applying for something we know we could have gone for, saying no to an opportunity, saying goodbye to someone you loved.” He glanced at Tim who was still listening. “There are so many moments of regret that we can be filled with, so here’s my advice to you. Think about your missed opportunities, look at each of the ones you can change, and go for them. I know, not that much of a speech, but I mean it, go ahead and take the chance. Thank you all, and as a reminder, it’s an open bar, so drink up!” He held up his glass in a toast to the room. 

Jason wandered away from the stage accepting congratulations from his former classmates and trying to make his way to where he last saw Tim. 

“Jason!” Brad called out to him and Jason went over. 

“Good to see you man, what are you doing now a days?” Jason asked. 

“Well, I married Ashley and we have a kid on the way, I’m actually working at your old man’s company now.” Brad motioned toward one of the tables where his now wife was sitting and talking to some of the other women at the reunion. “How are you man?” 

“Livin the dream,” Jason laughed. “Just making it through.”

“Oh! That’s Bernie, I better go say hi.” Brad said his goodbyes and rushed off.

Jason continued in the direction where Tim was but by the time he made it through the crowd he was gone. 

A voice that Jason was worried he would only hear in his dreams came from behind him. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me.” 

Jason turned around and saw Tim standing there. He licked his lips and took a step closer to Tim. “There’s nothing more that I want.” 

“I saw your last show, the production of Newsies was amazing.” Tim commented. 

“I didn’t know you were in town.” Jason couldn’t help himself, he took another step toward Tim. 

“I was visiting friends.” Tim smiled. “When I saw the article about you being the stage manager I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to get close to your passion again.” 

“Oh, where are you living now?” Jason asked, he couldn’t uproot himself, but maybe Tim wouldn’t be too far away. 

Tim’s eyes lit up like he was about to tell Jason a big secret. “I just finished up a big project in Texas, so now I’m moving back to Gotham. I knew I couldn’t leave the city forever, but I needed to have my foot in the door first. I signed my new lease last monday.” 

“You’re back?” Jason whispered. 

“Gotham is my home, where would I be without her?” Tim responded. “So, do I get to know what regret you’re gonna try to change?” 

Jason nodded. “Tim, if you’ll have me, I would love to take you on a date, and maybe many more after that. I never stopped loving you, and breaking things off just because we were going to live on opposite sides of the country was the most idiotic thing I have ever done. Please, let me try to make things right.” 

Tim leaned in and pulled Jason forward by his lapels. “Kiss me, and it’s a date.”

[rothjuje]

Yesterday morning was our first ‘new normal’ morning with George in school and no visitors. I decided to check out the local library and coincidentally there was a toddler story time that am. I was so excited to meet other SAH moms but Gen started screaming 5 minutes in and wouldn’t stop until we left. So. Not a great first impression.

In Texas, SAH parenting was just a way of life for most mothers. Here people take it really seriously. They’re dressed up, their kids are dressed up, they have a strict schedule. I have that CA chill. I need to step it up a notch if I’m ever going to fit in here.

I’d love to take Gen to the beach for a nature walk or get a membership to a children’s museum but both those things are 45 minutes away and George’s program is only 2.5 hours a day. We can’t leave after we pick him up because we have to be home to get Alyssa from school.

So. I’m trapped in my small town M-F. I could find a morning class for her in a nearby town but all the ones I’ve seen so far start at 9 am (can’t do, that’s when drop-off is) or 11 am (can’t do, pick-up is at 11:30). Sigh. I’d take her to the park but she only wants to go if someone is there to play with and most parks are empty out here while school is in session.

I can request to increase George’s school day in January but I don’t think I will. He gets the same amount of OT, ST, and PT either way per his IEP. Besides that, he’s exhausted and uncharacteristically grumpy when I pick him up. He was such a mess yesterday I had to put him to bed at 5:30 pm. He slept for 14 hours and was still a mess when I had to wake him up the next morning.

On a positive note, George has been talking more. On his birthday he actually said “shoes on” and “more please” and it could have been scripting or meaningful 2-word phrases. Monday he said “hi” and “bye” appropriately and for the first time so he is learning new things at school which is great. Tuesday he said no while shaking his head, for the first time, also appropriately. I’m so proud of him being such a trooper through such an unsettling, massive change in his life.

I was in a funk last week and ended up talking to my dad about it, and he gave me some great advice which helped quell some of my existential crisis. And then I talked to my mom and she also gave me some great advice. I have spent so much of my life dismissing my parents but the older I get the more I realize we’re more similar than I thought.

I absolutely will not, but I keep daydreaming about getting a second dog. Just a fluffy little thing running around the house. I always do this as soon as life calms down. Whyyy am I like this? But no we are not getting a second dog (ever) or any other pets right now. We are going to clear out the basement/finish unpacking and then I am starting real estate classes.

Random and tmi but we have a bunch of stairs at our place. Thirteen to get to the front door, steep stairs to get down to the basement, and more steep steps to get upstairs. We also have side yard stairs and deck stairs. Anyway. When we moved I had this thought that the stairs were going to do great things for my butt. After a week of moving things up and down stairs and carrying kids up and down stairs my legs were incredibly sore but (annoyingly) I saw no difference. Now we have officially lived in our house for 3 months (!!!) and I have spent 3 months carrying boxes and kids and groceries and laundry up and down copious amounts of steps. And I can finally see a difference. Yay stairs.

[teenmomcentral]

Jenelle Evans and David Eason spent the weekend trying out new guns and weapons.

The fired Teen Mom 2 couple— who are currently under investigation by CPS and other agencies— have made it clear in recent days they’re not worried about the possibility of one or both of them being charged for a variety of alleged crimes. In fact, according to photos posted by TMZ on Sunday, the swamp-dwelling duo were seen frolicking through a local gun show, looking for more weapons. 

Jenelle, David and Jenelle’s son Kaiser were photographed at a gun show, but according to TMZ, Ensley was there as well.

(It was likely the Wilmington Gun & Knife Show, which was held this weekend in Wilmington, North Carolina, which is just a short distance from the couple’s home on The Land.) 

The photos— which were taken by an unknown spectator— must have been taken either Saturday or Sunday, proving that, as The Ashley has previously stated, the kids (other than Jenelle’s son Jace) are still in the couple’s custody. 

“As far as what they actually picked up — we’re told David appear to purchase a bulletproof vest for himself, and a wooden battle ax for Kaiser,” the site reported.

In the photos, David is seen trying on some sort of tactical vest, browsing a sword booth and handling a gun. Jenelle is pictured looking bored while David shopped.

As The Ashley previously reported, earlier this month, Jenelle filed a request for a restraining order against her mom Barbara Evans, requesting that authorities bar Babs from buying or owning guns or ammunition. Jenelle also asked that Barbara be required to surrender any guns she might have and be required to attend an “abuser treatment program,” in addition to having no contact with Jenelle and her family. (The restraining order request was voluntarily dropped days later.)

David and Jenelle currently have no restrictions on buying or owning guns or weapons, as neither has been convicted of a felony. 

After TMZ broke the news that “it appears that charges will be filed for both [child] neglect and assault” against one or both of the swamp-dwellers, Jenelle and David made it clear (via social media) that they are not concerned. In a video posted to social media on Saturday, Jenelle stated that her and David are good parents and have nothing to fear. She also made it clear that she’s standing my her man, telling her followers that she feels bad for David.

“I feel really bad for him because my kids adore that man. My kids love that man so much,” Jenelle said. “And no matter what you guys say, it’s not going to change how my children are treated at home, which are treated [no, that’s not a typo] with the most love and passionate care that they could ever get. So don’t come at me for my parenting, because, let me tell you, my kids are fine.”

David, meanwhile, has continued to rant on Facebook in the comment section of his various posts.

[zikadraws]

Saw something about a crack AU where Doug takes over the DD realms and screws everyone over. You think you could dive a little deeper into that idea? It seems very interesting to me! (I'm slightly scared bc no anon but I've been meaning to ask you thangs-)

Oh yeah this one ! Haha that was mostly a joke, but there's no arm in extrapolating a bit.

Long story short after Bierce gets the complete ring and proceed to go mad with power, she's too absorbed to notice that Doug is currently screwing her over (he already secured his wish or he gave her a fake ring or smthg) and Malak is too busy dealing with Bierce to stop him.

So he makes his wish with the ring and manages to slingshot Tammy and Elise back to life (and in his hospital room), but by doing so the ring's power flows through him and he basically absorbs the ring's power, which a) makes the ring now useless and b) makes him the bearer of Malak's might, so now he's as powerful as him and better even, if they kill him Malak might lose all his power -since Doug has absorbed the souls and if he dies, they die too, this time not to leave anything. (I know that's a stretch but whatevs.)

Moreover, the souls trapped in the ring see there an opportunity to get revenge on their tormentors and side with him, giving him tips on how Malak does what he does. Like a speedrun tutorial and personal advice council.

Upon realising what happened, the monsters and Malak (and Bierce but let's consider she's dead by then) pretty much lose it and chaos ensues, everyone either wants to call it quits, brutally murder him or thread carefully, and it gives Doug some room to figure how to restrain them.

And once Doug is done doing that and be relatively safe, it is now up to him to do whatever he wants with them following either his might or the past victims's scornful requests ; be it trapping Malak in an item forever or dissolving him, giving the mascots a braaand new program/makeover, changing the twisted bear family into actual plushies, or pretty much whatever the hell he pleases ;

with or without the additional unforeseen side effects from either the spiteful monsters who would gladly kill him at the slightest drop of magic restraint ; or from the other demons, who of course notice the change, and who make a pleasure out of starting business with the peculiar overpowered mortal, or to force a deal out of Malak against helping him regain control over his realm...

Basically it's a very awkward scenario and Doug is first pretty hesitant but then eventually goes "Screw it" and mad with power. It can't possibly go well, in any form or manner.

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Aaand that's globally the pitch. I'm personally not planning to do anything with it, but if you want to have fun with this concept, be my guest ! :D

It's not the AUs that lack~ 🤗🤗🤗

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hihi!! If your requests aren't actually open pls delete this, but I've had this idea for a WHILE . ok so the reader is in the dame situation gregory was in with being locked inside of the pizzaplex with almost everything tryna kill him (so the reader would be a child/teen too), except the one who's helping the reader is sun/moon. So imagine in the end vanny gets to them and either sun or moon, you can pick, has to comfort the reader as they die ":) this can be hc's or whatever you'd prefer!!

As your bloodstained hands pressed against the tall wooden doors, you barely had the strength to knock. They were weak...as was the rest of your body. 

But you needed to see Sun. 

Despite the “banned” signs hanging all around, this was the only place where you felt safe--both during the day and the night.

It was better than being alone out here.

Better than wherever Vanny was.

Somehow, she found your hiding spot and dragged you out before stabbing you multiple times. You put up a hell of a fight, nearly ripping her costume head off, but she eventually overpowered you and left you to bleed out on the floor of Kid’s Cove.

You weren’t dead yet, though you knew you will be soon.

And all you could think of in that moment was the Daycare Attendant and managed to crawl your way to the doors.

At first, you didn’t think he’d hear your pitiful knocking with all the cheery music coming from the other side.

Yet one of the doors slowly creaked open and Sun stuck his head out, his white eyes widening in shock upon recognizing you. He was half a second away from shouting for security.

But then he realized you were covered in blood.

“O-Oh dear! Oh no!! You’re hurt!!” He frantically grabbed your shoulders and scanned you.

His heart dropped at the readings.

Number of Injuries Detected: 13

Cause(s): Stabbing

Chance of Survival: 0.1%

“N-No...this is very bad!! I-I can help! I can help!!!” He took you inside the daycare, but stopped as you began coughing out blood and collapsed to the floor. 

It splattered onto his shoes, which would normally freak him out. Though he just sat down and gently guided you into his lap, not wanting to push you too much.

With a groan, you opened your eyes to hear his chest cavity open. He took out bandaids, which he shakily placed on whatever stab wounds he could find on you.

They were utterly useless. But he was trying. He needed to do something, anything to give you more time.

Communications with the police or EMS were offline, so he was on his own. He’s dealt with children getting many injuries, but none were so bad that they were dying. He simply wasn’t programmed with instructions on what to do in such a scenario.

That didn’t stop him from trying to help you.

He suddenly began to think about how he refused to let you into the daycare, angry at Gregory still and not wanting some other kid to come in and break his rules.

He shut you out.,..and left you to die.

The guilt stuck to him worse than glitter glue.

“S-Sunshine, this..i-it’s all my fault..” He whimpered. “I’m sorry I shut you out. I didn’t wanna do it!! I-I was stupid! I just-!"

“I’m..not mad at you.” You managed to whisper, smiling lightly. “You’ve..always been my favorite, Sunny.”

Sniffling, he looked at you in surprise. “I am?”

“Mhm..”

A compliment like that would usually have him bursting with joy. But instead he felt like bursting into tears as he tried in vain to stop the bleeding. You heard his sobs and reached up to take his hand. His trembling fingers finally stopped messing with the bandaids and instead curled around your hand, wanting to comfort you.

“Don’t cry, Sunny. I’m just..taking a nap.”

“..a-a nap?”

“Yeah..it’ll be a..long nap for me. I know it’s Moon’s job, but..c-can you sing me to sleep?” Tears filled your own eyes as you tried not to panic. The last thing you wanted to see was him panicking, too. He didn’t need to.

After some hesitance, Sun nodded and cradled you in his lap, quietly singing the chorus of You are My Sunshine while he still held your hand.

You smiled and closed your eyes, a single tear trailing down your cheek as you murmured a small “thank you”.

At least you made it back here to see your favorite animatronic one final time. You couldn’t bear the thought of never getting that chance. He had to know you forgave him.

As he felt your hand grow limp in his hold, Sun’s voice cracked upon scanning you and seeing a single message in his vision:

Status: Deceased

You were gone before he could finish the song.

“P-Please...don’t take...d-don’t take-”

“My sunshine away~”

All of the sudden, the lights in the daycare went out. 

Sun gasped and had to push you off his lap, holding his faceplate in agony as he felt his petals shifting inwards. He cried, begged, screamed for the lights to be turned back on.

Yet just like before, his pleas went unheard. And when he went down..

Moon rose up.

His night cap slipped out of his chest cavity, and as he put it on, he heard the giggles of a certain evil rabbit. With a growl, he turned to see her near the light switch, waving her fingers to him.

“If Sun is [y/n]’s favorite...then you’re mine, Moony~” She chuckled. “Come now, we have lots of work to......do?”

Moon abruptly leapt up into the air, seemingly vanishing from sight. Vanny looked up and tilted her head in confusion, though she shrugged it off and skipped over to where your body laid.

Her feet gracefully padded across the cushioned floor, not bothered in the slightest by the bloodstains.

Finally she stopped and gazed down at you, seeing your wounds covered by those stupid kiddie bandaids. ‘What a pathetic attendant..this was the best he could do?’

Kneeling, she slowly reached out to-

“Don’t...touch.”

A blue and white hand grabbed her wrist, crushing it in a vice grip. Her eyes widened as she saw Moon had suddenly appeared, staring at her. She noted the oil trails staining his cheeks, red eyes glowing intensely.

She was stunned for a few moments, before snickering.

“So that’s all it took for you to start resisting me...fascinating. But you must remember who’s really in control here.” 

As his eyes landed on a familiar remote in her other hand, he tensed and immediately released his grasp on her, backing away. He was helpless to whatever orders she delivered next..and had a STAFF bot army at her disposal.

At the single press of a button he could be torn apart.

Both him and Sun.

Vanny stood up, holding the device in a threatening manner. “You know, I’ll be nice and let you two spend more time together. Dispose [y/n]’s body. Make sure nobody finds it.” She clicked the button and Moon stood at rigid attention.

No matter how hard he tried to resist..

He was forced to obey.

[shina913]

Intersect, Part 4 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 4

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader; MYG x fem reader

Rating: M (🔞), NSFW

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 6.4K+ words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; secret office romance; unrequited love; pining; hints of toxic relationship; explicit sexual language; grinding; oral sex (F-receiving/mentioned, M-receiving); alcohol consumption

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: I apologize in advance for having to do this after the love I've shown Yoongi on the last update...but it's all for the drama!!! Again, this is a work of fiction--and not to mention a KNJ-focus so... 😬

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“No, no, no, Namjoon!”

“Yes, YN!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Jin rolled his eyes and blew out a raspberry as you and Namjoon argued in circles. It was as if he had turned completely translucent in the last few minutes. You called an emergency meeting because you couldn’t make Namjoon’s budget proposal work. You suggested decreasing the number of client meetings in favor of adding more site visits and including an exit interview for participants–but Namjoon disagreed.

“Guys—what if—“

“No, Namjoon! Scaling back on the data collection will compromise our response rates,” you argued, cutting Jin off mid-sentence. He shut his mouth right away and thought about leaving the room…and if he did, would either of you even notice?

“But scaling it back leaves more room for client check-ins and follow-ups—wouldn’t that be better than a third survey?” Namjoon tries to reason.

You let out an exasperated breath, trying to give Namjoon another counterargument. Back and forth you went again. Pointing at your spreadsheets and other successful projects under previous client contracts, giving him additional evidence of how your approach is better and meets the client’s criteria based on their Request for Proposal.

Namjoon pushed back–arguing that the company needs to be more client-centric. They were spending the money and it would be in your best interests to give them more of your time rather than allocating the money to more respondent questions–which could lead to survey-fatigue.

You exhaled sharply once more–trying your best to keep your last ounce of patience in check. “Namjoon,” you began calmly. “The Moonstone Foundation knows our work. They know that we care about their grant recipients based on our previous projects. I have that direct line to their CEO–I can give her a call or drop by her office on my own dime to give her the follow-up. I don’t need that worked into the budget.

What she and the board wants–is to know that the money they’re putting into these programs are helping people. And if it’s not, they would like to know how to change that. They can’t know that if we don’t actually hear from beneficiaries. Beneficiaries, who are people. People, Namjoon. Not data.”

He looks away, flexes his jaw for a moment then looks back at you. “You’re being too subjective with this, YN.”

“So what if I am? The program that they want us to evaluate is one that benefits women and children in crisis. How can you not be subjective about it?”

Your eyes lock with his while you gently tap your fingertips on the table to drive your point home. “These are the cases that fall through the cracks–the ones that the government overlooks. The Foundation is fulfilling that need and if we can help them broaden their reach? Think of the change they can make. All those people that they can help.”

Namjoon throws his head back and looks up at the ceiling. He flexed his jaw back and forth–the wheels were turning. He knew he was done for. This was why he pushed so hard to recruit you. Because you cared on a whole different level. This was the whole point of public policy–it was supposed to be more about the public…who would then affect the policy.

“Point taken,” Namjoon yields to you.

You beamed, clasped your hands together and somehow managed to stifle a squeal. “Jin, you think we can input those new numbers now?”

You both turn to where he sat at the head of the table, only to find that his seat was empty. He had left his own office.

“What the—where did he go?” Namjoon wondered.

You and Namjoon then walked out of his office, agreeing to email Jin new budget revisions for his approval.

As you both walk back to your office, you spot him coming off the elevator, walking towards you with a large cup of boba tea and a croffle.

“Hey, is that from Aqua Club?” You asked.

“Yep,” he answers with his mouth full. “All that arguing worked up an appetite in me.”

“Isn’t it usually crowded during this time of day?” Namjoon remarked.

“Yeah! Imagine that,” Jin says sarcastically.

You grimaced, wondering exactly how long you and Namjoon kept going back and forth with the numbers.

“Jin-hyung, we agreed on the new budget—“

“Oh, did you?” Jin asks incredulously.

You cleared your throat. “We did. Uhm, sorry about—earlier.”

“Next time you guys call a meeting, make sure you have all your shit together. The end of the fiscal year is coming up and I don’t have a lot of free time so I’d strongly prefer that you not waste it!”

As he walks away with a huff, he quickly calls over his shoulder. “Get me the new budget proposal in my inbox within the hour!”

******

After sending off the new numbers that you and Namjoon agreed on, you hear your phone vibrating. You check the caller ID and see that it was Jungkook.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi noona…I’m not bothering you, am I?” He sounded dejected on the other line.

“Not at all. I just sent something off and have a few minutes free. What’s up?”

He groans. “Ah…this whole week at school has been killing me. My advisor has been riding my ass–not in a good way–and I just need a break.”

“Uhm…okay. W-what sort of break were you thinking? Are you flying off somewhere? Going to mom’s?”

“Nah. I’d rather not tell her about this…because she’s probably just going to tell me to suck it up and I just want a little peace. I was wondering if I could come hang out with you for the weekend? I was planning on driving up tomorrow, so I can get there Thursday night–stay the weekend then drive back Monday?”

“I don’t mind you staying over but aren’t you going to miss school?”

“My grades are in good standing as of the beginning of the term and my other subjects, I can check in with my professors online.”

“Alright, well–if you’re sure your ass is covered then I’m fine with you coming over for a visit.”

It occurred to you that you hadn’t mentioned recent developments with Yoongi. Since your brother was arriving at the end of the week, you wondered if it was too soon to do an introduction.

“Have you been super busy at work? I was wondering if we could do something fun together,” he asked earnestly.

“Well…it’s been busy but not anything I can’t delegate to my team so we can go out while you’re here.”

“Nice! I can’t wait,” he says excitedly.

“Uh–it’s also possible that someone might come hang out with us.”

“Ooohhh–is this your guy?” he says with a tinge of intrigue.

“Yeah. It’s been a few weeks…not too crazy,” you tried to downplay it.

“A few weeks? You’ve been holding out on me, noona!”

“Shut up, Kookie,” you said lovingly. “We’re trying to keep it professional at work, which is why I haven’t really talked about it much.”

He laughs on the other line. “Well–I’d be happy to size him up for you,” he teases. “Or did you already take care of that?”

“Fucking hell, Jungkook,” you said, rolling your eyes while his howls ring in your ear.

******

That evening, after work, you went to Yoongi’s place and ate in. Afterwards, he ate you out.

Yoongi was getting out of the shower, and you were trying to zip up your dress, getting ready to go back to your place. You would have stayed the night had it not been for his impending trip tomorrow.

“What time do you leave?”

“I’m getting on the 8AM flight since there’s a bit of a time difference when I land there. I want to get some sleep before a marathon of lectures the next day and then a bunch of meet-and-greets with potential job candidates.”

“Wow. I vaguely remember my job talk,” you said nostalgically as you tried to fiddle with the back of your dress.

He walks up right behind you, clasping both sides before sliding the zipper up before resting his hands on your waist, pulling your ass flush against his crotch, which you instinctively start to grind up against. As if those two orgasms weren’t enough–you were getting greedy.

“It was quite the out-of-body experience for me,” he says before planting feathery kisses on your neck. You moaned softly at the contact, tilting your head back further into his mouth.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says in between kisses.

You turned your head immediately towards him. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s been a fun few weeks, right?”

Hmm…you felt that it was a little more than ‘fun’ but you weren’t about to ruin the moment. You turn your body to face him, palms resting on his chest.

“Listen…uhm…so, my brother is visiting over the weekend. I was thinking that we could hang out with him one night–perhaps dinner?”

He loosened his hold on you.

“Uh…your brother?” With his change in tone, you felt him slowly retreat from whatever moment you were having.

You started to scramble. “Or…or not. I mean–you know, we don’t have to. I wasn’t sure if we were at that stage.”

Shit. Did you use the word ‘we’ too many times in the last minute? You hadn’t really discussed this with Yoongi. Obviously, it doesn’t feel like you’re on the same page if he just said that the last few weeks have been ‘fun.’

“N-no, no. I think it would be fun to hang out with your brother.”

There it was again. Fun.

“Really, Yoongi–you don’t have to. I figured, around that time, you’d be coming back from your trip, probably tired–”

He shuts you up by pressing his lips on yours. “YN–I don’t mind. Just call me to let me know what you have planned and I’ll make it work. I’d love to meet your brother.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

And boy, did you thank him. You pushed him down on the bed and pulled his half-hard cock out of his sweats. He jerked hard when you pulled him in with easy suction, hunger and need tingling down his spine. His head fell back as his thighs tensed, letting you take what you wanted.

******

The week zips by quickly and you realize that Jungkook was already set to arrive later today. You were worried that you might be working late and miss his arrival so you told him to come meet you at the office instead. You didn’t want to risk leaving a copy of your key out where anybody could access it.

Plus, it was a good excuse to pry yourself away from work.

You gave the front desk of the office building a heads up that you were expecting a visitor, likely after office-hours but to send him up anyway as long as he presented his driver’s license for identification.

It was past 6PM when you sent a quick text to him, confirming that you were still at the office.

[Kookie] 6:25PM: Found street parking! Coming up in a bit.

[You] 6:26PM: 'Kay. Just check in with your ID and come up to the 12th floor. I’ll meet you by the elevators.

A few minutes later, you get another text from Jungkook saying that he was on his way up.

You get up from your chair and walk down to meet him by the elevators.

The doors open and his big, bunny smile is the first thing you see. You both squeal in excitement as you jump into each other’s arms. You haven’t seen each other since the holidays as work has kicked up for you and the school term has been incredibly heavy for Jungkook as well.

You walk him back to your office as you wrap up your last few emails. You couldn’t wait until the next few days because this proposal was finally on its way out the door and the staff retreat was going to be a great way to unwind.

The office was mostly empty since half your senior staff were at the conference–you, Namjoon, and a handful of other staff stayed due to deadlines.

All other junior staff had gone home for the evening.

Jungkook looks out the window, the city lights twinkling in the distance.

“This looks nice.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I could see why you love staying late,” he jokes.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t do it all the time. It’s crunchtime on this proposal so I’m trying to make sure that I have all my ducks in a row, you know? If we get this contract, it will be a huge deal for us.”

“You don’t have to explain it. It’s your job–and you love it.”

You gave him a small smile and turned back to your screen, finishing up one last email. After you hit ‘send,’ you pull up your food delivery app on your phone and ask him what he felt like eating for dinner. Your brother was not a picky eater and would definitely eat everything in sight, if he could. You settle on galbi, tteokbokki, kimchi fried rice, and a double serving of chicken wings.

After you place the order, you gather your things and walk out of your office together.

As you slow your steps towards the bank of elevators, you see another figure walking out of his office. His head was down, looking at his phone as he took his quick strides towards the elevators.

You tried to act casually so as not to alert Jungkook but pressed the call button repeatedly, almost in a panic--willing the cab to come up before he closed in on both of you.

Just then, Jungkook turns around just in time to see Namjoon look up, slowing his steps towards where you both stood.

“Oh, look, noona. I guess you’re not the only one working late tonight.”

Namjoon gives you a small nod in acknowledgment as he stands a good distance from you and Jungkook.

Since the elevator took its time coming to your floor, you didn’t want to be rude.

You cleared your throat. “By the way, this is my brother, Jungkook. He’s visiting for a few days from university. Jungkook, this is my coworker, Na-ahem-joon,” you mumbled his name on purpose, hoping your brother would ignore it, shake his hand politely and that would be the end of it.

Your brother turned to Namjoon and took a step towards him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jeon Jungkook. And I’m so sorry, I think my hearing has gone bad from blasting music too loud but I didn’t catch your name?”

“It’s Kim Namjoon,” he says as he shook your brother’s outstretched hand.

Hands still clasped, Jungkook slowly turned his head towards you, eyes bulging, lips curving into a sly smile. “Kim Namjoon? You’re Kim Namjoon?”

You die a little inside from embarrassment. All those phone calls you spent ranting about Namjoon to your brother. You never thought they would actually meet. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you right this second.

“Uh, yes,” Namjoon says, slightly confused. “Have we met before?”

He looks back at Namjoon. “No but I’ve heard so much about you–owww!!!” Jungkook yelps as you pinch him on the back of his arm, right on that sensitive, fleshy part above his elbow.

“Sorry, I thought I saw a spider crawling up your sleeve there,” you said.

As Jungkook rubs his throbbing skin, Namjoon stifles a smile when the elevator doors finally open.

You hurriedly step in. “Anyway, c’mon Jungkookie! We don’t want to miss our food delivery,” you said as you tugged at his hoodie.

“There’s plenty of room, Namjoon-nim!” Jungkook says as he holds his arm out to block the elevator door from closing.

Jungkook gives you a quick look and wiggles his brows–you give him a silent threat but relax your face when Namjoon steps into the elevator with Jungkook standing in between you two.

“So, uh–what are you majoring in?” Namjoon asks after the cab starts to descend.

“Media and Marketing,” Jungkook replies. “I’m in my final term,” he divulges further.

“Ah. How’s it been?”

“Rough,” he says emphatically. “I just needed a break and YN said I could come stay with her for a bit.”

“That’s, uh, nice of her,” Namjoon comments while subtly glancing sideways at you.

“Yeah–she’s really great,” Jungkook says with a smile as you stand there, keeping your eyes on the elevator floor display screen.

Namjoon smiles at your brother’s admiration of you. “She is,” he suddenly says.

Your eyebrow quirks, thinking that you might have misheard Namjoon’s response. But you couldn’t know for sure because the doors finally open to the lobby and you release what seems to be like a long breath that you had been holding since you got on.

Namjoon steps out first and turns to wish you both a good night.

You start to make your way over to the doors while Namjoon walks over to the lobby bike lockers to retrieve his bicycle.

“Where did you park, Kookie?” you asked.

“Hold on, noona–Namjoon-nim!” your brother calls out.

You cringe inwardly. “Jungkook, let’s stop bothering the poor man,” you almost begged.

But your brother ignores you. “Do you need a lift? I have a bike hitch on my car? We don’t mind!”

“We?” you hissed quietly, glaring at Jungkook.

Although he was tempted to make you squirm further, he declines–much to your relief. “I don’t live too far from here. Thank you for the offer, though,” he says as he walks his bike out the doors and pedals away.

Once Namjoon has rounded the corner, out of sight, you give your brother a shove on his shoulder–the strongest one you could muster–while his cackles echo throughout the empty lobby.

******

[Yoongi] 1:10AM: Just got home. Tired.

It was after 1AM when his text came in…not long after you and Jungkook called it a night–but not before your brother teased you to no end about Namjoon during your dinner.

You shoot Yoongi a quick text back saying that it was totally fine if he wanted to sleep all day instead of going to dinner.

He texted back saying that he’d be fine and that he would see you at 5:30 tomorrow at the restaurant that you picked.

[You] 1:12AM: Glad you're home safe. I've missed you.

You waited a few minutes but he didn’t respond. It was the middle of the night after all and he texted earlier to let you know that his flight had been delayed. He just probably knocked out, you thought.

Throughout the week, you had called and texted each other briefly in the evenings, though it was the middle of the afternoon for you since the conference was across the country.

It was a 4-day conference and by end of day 2, it sounded like it was wearing down on him. His answers were clipped and you even felt a hint of impatience in his voice.

Last year, you accompanied Celina to this conference as a recruiter. As a job seeker years ago, it was nerve-wracking and exhausting trying to fit in meet-and-greets with potential employers and networking. But at least you could pick and choose which events and people to meet.

As a recruiter, you had to attend all lectures and symposiums. It was detrimental as to whom you wanted on your team–and everybody was competing for the best.

For the rest of Yoongi’s trip, you kept it to text exchanges, asking him how his day went. His answers were fairly straightforward. Not a lot of elaboration until you confirmed your dinner reservations, to which he agreed to while he was still out of town.

Even though his last text told you that he was still up for dinner with Jungkook, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that ate at you.

******

Friday was shaping up to be hectic. You left your place at 7AM due to early meetings and kissed your brother goodbye, apologizing for leaving him to his own devices for the day.

He just grunted and sleepily waved you off in response. You figured he didn’t actually fall asleep ‘til after 4AM since you got up to go to the bathroom at 3:45 and you could still hear him snickering in your second bedroom. He was probably watching something on his phone, with his little galaxy projector reflecting through the bottom of the door.

Between the early morning meetings with your team and another high-priority presentation for Celina, you couldn’t wait til the day was over.

You and Yoongi had crossed paths in the hallways between meetings but hadn't had the chance to talk yet.

He spent most of the morning, hunkered down in his office. Even his chat app was set to “do not disturb” mode so you figured you’d hold off til the end of the day to reconnect.

******

“Okay, budget’s good–”

“We also addressed her last comment about the Methods,” you pointed out.

Namjoon called an impromptu meeting in his office, running through final checks on your proposal before presenting it to Celina.

You were behind him, hovering over his shoulder as he scrolled through your document on the screen. Your breaths softly fanning behind his ear while you quickly read through the displayed text.

He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the involuntary shiver he felt down his spine. “Uh, right. That's…good.” After a beat, he cleared his throat once more in an attempt to refocus. “Did you reorder the staff priority like she asked?”

“Yes, I did, Namjoon,” you snapped but quickly caught yourself before he could react. “Sorry–just a little nervous, that’s all.” You straightened up and got out from behind his desk.

“It’s fine,” he mumbles, dismissing your previous tone. “As long as we addressed all of her comments from earlier this week.”

You nodded, while you stood by the door, checking on a couple more printouts that you brought by.

“You, uh–are you good?” He says, sensing some unspoken tension–not particularly directed towards him.

“I’m okay, Namjoon” you said, reassuring him while trying to push aside your thoughts about Yoongi and refocusing on the task at-hand.

He nods, dropping the subject. “Alright. I guess I’ll see you in a few then?”

“Yeah, see you in a few,” you echoed as you exited his office and walked back to yours, trying to psych yourself out further.

******

Once it was time for your big meeting, you passed by Yoongi’s office on your way to Celina’s office–his door was still shut. You shook your head and thought nothing of it. You figured that he had a lot of work to catch up. And right now, you had a big contract to present to your director before she gave her final endorsement to the client before close of business.

You and Namjoon waited nervously as you both sat across from Celina’s desk while she paged through the printout. She had already read initial drafts and made comments throughout the week, which you had already implemented.

She stops right when she gets to the budget tab where you marked the major changes that you made since she last reviewed it.

“This looks different,” she points to the page.

You leaned over to look at the page, even though you knew full well what section she was referring to. “Yes, we changed that the other day,” you said.

“You reviewed this, Namjoon?” she asks, turning to him.

“Yes. YN made a compelling argument and we were able to adjust the budget accordingly,” he says, sticking up for you.

“And Jin signed off on this?”

Namjoon nodded. “With his full approval,” he adds.

Celina hummed, inspecting the rest of the budget carefully. She hums some more and making small sounds of approval as she moves towards the end of the text.

Finally, she shuts the back cover and places both hands on the printed copy.

She grins at the both of you. “I have a really good feeling that we’re going to win this, guys.”

You and Namjoon both breathe a sigh of relief. Celina then instructs both of you to write one last section–just for clarification purposes because one portion seemed to read a little vague. You apologized for the oversight and promised to rectify it.

Once you had addressed Celina’s final comment, she didn’t need to review it and asked you to send her a single, combined digital file that she can electronically endorse and send off to the client.

After what seems like ages, Jin sends a confirmation email to the whole team saying that the client had acknowledged receiving your proposal and that you should expect to hear back within a week or two.

Your whole team gathered in a conference room, doing a pre-celebration of sorts–mostly to take the opportunity to thank everyone for their hard work. You and Namjoon promised to throw a bigger celebration once you won the bid.

“Oh my god, I need to get drunk tonight,” Mirai says.

“I like that plan,” Taehyung says.

“Are you in, YN?” Jimin asks you.

“I wish I could, guys but I have dinner plans with my brother tonight,” you said regretfully.

“Tell him to come with us,” Hobi urges.

“I’ll have to take a raincheck. I haven’t seen him in a while and just want to spend some quality time with him. I hope you understand. I promise, drinks on me at the next happy hour, okay?”

The team groans collectively but wouldn’t turn down a chance at free drinks–even though it was scheduled in the future. They knew you were good for it.

“How about you, Namjoon? Come on! Let’s get shit-faced!” Hobi says.

“You guys go on ahead,” he waves them off. “I have to sort through the new opportunities that just came in today.”

“Boo!” Taehyung and Mirai jeer.

“Namjoon, it’s a Friday night and we just turned in this monster bid! Even Jin said he’d come out for a couple drinks...or a dozen,” Jimin says with a laugh. “Live a little!”

Hobi glances at his friend, who looks like he’s already had his mind made up. “C’mon guys, let’s leave Namjoonie alone. You don’t get to Associate Director by coming out to happy hours. The work doesn’t stop,” he says a little bitterly, patting Namjoon on the shoulder. “But just in case you change your mind and fun-Namjoon decides to return, you know that the invitation is always open!”

You look at Namjoon who is awkwardly trying to leave the team celebration. You, too, were attempting a swift exit so you could stop by Yoongi’s office.

“Alright guys…on that note, have a great time tonight–I gotta get home if I want to make my reservations with my brother,” you said as you stepped out of the room.

“YN–”

“Hm?” You turned back to see Namjoon stepping out as well.

“Great job,” he says.

“You, too,” you said in response, trying to hide your surprise with his sudden compliment.

“Have a good weekend,” he says with a nod.

You nodded back in acknowledgement then walked away to make a beeline for Yoongi’s office.

Once you got there, you saw his door open–but your excitement was short-lived as you found it to be empty. He had left without saying a word to you the whole day.

You walked back to your office and reached over to grab your phone from your desk. You had completely forgotten to grab it in the middle of your excitement to celebrate with your team once the proposal was sent out.

You tap on your screen, checking whether you missed any messages or calls from him.

There were two messages:

Jungkookie: Hey, noona! Just checking if we’re still on for dinner? No rush but I’m ready when you are. Can’t wait to meet your guy!

Yoongi: I can’t make it tonight. Can we reschedule to Sunday night? Sorry.

******

“I don’t know, noona. That feels like a red flag to me.”

“Jungkookie…” you sighed. “He just got back from close to a week-long trip. Four of those days were spent either talking or listening to people talk for 8 hours straight. And the rest of those days were spent flying across the country. Give him a break.”

“Yeah but couldn’t he have just said that yesterday rather than saying you’ll go then canceling an hour before,” he asked in annoyance.

“He said he’d make it up on Sunday, okay? Let’s just drop it, please?”

Jungkook wanted to argue some more but seeing as you already looked exhausted, he bit his tongue instead.

“I’ll only drop it if you make it up to me by taking me out drinking tonight,” he says.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes! I was really looking forward to going out tonight, noona. C’mon,” he whines petulantly. “You must have some friends on speed-dial or something? It’s Friday!”

You groaned.

“Please…noona…” he does a little pout–the same one he used to do when he asked you to chaperone him so your parents didn’t have to when he went out with his friends.

Next thing you knew, you were dialing Mirai’s number.

******

You arrived at the bar–or was it a bowling alley? A bar-slash-bowling alley? You seemed apprehensive after Mirai told you about it on the phone. Anyway, it seemed to pass Jungkook’s vibe-check because his eyes were practically glowing in excitement.

You spot Mirai and Taehyung at the bar grabbing drinks while Hobi, Jimin, and Jin were at their designated lanes.

Mirai glances back for a moment and see you both standing by the doorway. “YN! You made it!” She exclaims as she comes over to give you a hug.

“And who is this?”

Jungkook flashes his million-dollar smile at her. “What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” he says with a slight lilt to his voice.

“Jungkook–no!” You said resoundingly while shooting him a warning look. If there was one other line you could prevent from getting blurred, it was preventing your brother from flirting with your best analyst.

Mirai giggles. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’m Mirai–are you over 21?” She asked not out of interest but for assurance since your brother had that baby-face look going for him.

“I’m old enough for you,” he says with a low tone, finishing with a smirk.

“Yah–he’s 24!” You give Jungkook an even more threatening look, pulling him to the side to accost him. “You stop this right now or I am calling a car for you to take you back home,” you said through clenched teeth.

He laughs. “Lighten up, noona,” he says under his breath. “I’ll behave, I promise!”

“You guys want to play? You can just grab your shoes over on that side,” she points towards the counter for bowling shoe rentals. “Tae and I were just grabbing refills for everyone if you guys wanted to add to the tab or something,” she says as you both walk back to her.

“Yeah, that’s cool. We’ll go get our shoes,” you said.

After you and Jungkook were fitted for bowling shoes, you walked over to your designated lane and found that they had a bit of an uneven match going.

Jin and Taehyung were teamed up against Mirai, Jimin, and Hobi.

Both teams scored fairly low but in terms of total score, Jin’s team was winning by a couple of pins.

With you and Jungkook joining in, they agreed to reshuffle teams after the last frame. The teams would be composed of Jin, Taehyung, and Hobi against you, Jungkook, Mirai, and Jimin.

As Jin finishes inputting the team names to start a new game, Hobi starts yelling.

“What the fuck! Look who it is!”

Everyone looks to where he was pointing and you find Namjoon wandering around, dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans. It was the first time you were seeing him in casual wear.

“Well, what do you know? This night is getting better already,” Jungkook says to you without the others hearing.

“Shut. Your. Mouth,” you muttered while he grinned at you. He could be such a little shit sometimes.

Hobi puts his pointer finger and thumb between his lips and lets out a loud whistle to call Namjoon’s attention. As soon as he hears it, his head whips around and Hobi waves him over to your lane.

“You actually made it!” Hobi teases as he hugs his friend. He was already buzzed and became extra happy to see his friend finally make it to an office outing.

“Aish…I realized those RFPs can wait a little longer. We did just push out a huge proposal today so–I figured a celebratory drink was warranted,” he says.

“Oh, shit! Now we’ll have an even matchup!” Jimin yells out.

“Well, we get Namjoon since you guys already have four people,” Taehyung says.

“I don’t care–we’ll beat them with two people,” Jin says to him as he takes a gulp of his beer.

“What are the stakes?” Namjoon asks.

“Loser pays the tab,” Hobi says.

Namjoon looks at you. “You agreed to this?”

You shrugged. “Why not?”

He chuckles. “I hope you don’t regret it,” he utters.

You scoffed. “Too much talking–just get your shoes on and we’ll find out soon enough!”

“Don’t worry, noona. We’ve got this in the bag,” Jungkook whispers to you and winks.

After the first game, Jin refused to accept defeat and accused Jungkook of being an interloper since he technically wasn’t a colleague.

Your brother laughs it off and casually mentions that he did a bowling summer camp when he was in high school and still played in a weekend league with some college buddies.

“Fuck!” Jin exclaims in frustration.

“Jin-hyung, don’t worry. We’ll get them in the next game,” Namjoon says.

******

They didn’t.

Hobi threw three gutter balls and Jin, in his frustration–or enthusiasm–managed to throw his ball over to your lane by accident.

Taehyung and Namjoon fared marginally better, breaking 100 on their final scores.

Jungkook ended the game with three strikes in a row–a turkey–and picking up all his spares–but missing out on the last three frames. Still, it was enough to hand your team the win.

But the whole group took it in stride and high-fived each other while still trading little jabs at the losing team.

“Alright, alright. That was fair and square. Since this is my first time out in a while, I’ll pick up the tab,” Namjoon says to everyone’s collective oohs and aahs.

“Are you sure?” you asked him, feeling a little bad that it was his first time out in a while and he gets saddled with a possibly fat-bill considering how much Jimin, Mirai, and Jin drank.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I don’t mind. I got it,” he says. He excuses himself to walk over to the cashier.

The whole group is still buzzing, finishing up the final remnants of food before heading home.

Jungkook seemed to find himself feeling right at-home with your coworkers. He got along quickly with Taehyung and Jimin, already joking around with them as if they’d known each other for years.

You excused yourself to check on Namjoon. You felt guilty and thought you’d at least split the tab since the heaviest drinkers were in your team. As a senior lead, you took it upon yourself to treat your team after having done a great job in the last few weeks as well.

******

Namjoon calls out to the bartender and requests to settle the tab for your lanes.

He leans back, waiting for the bill to be brought to him as the bar was starting to get busy. He figured he’d be waiting a few minutes. He shifts his weight and happens to glance over the entrance.

He gasps when he sees a familiar face walk through the doors. It was a face he hadn’t seen in a long time. He paces himself as he feels his heart race—unsure whether he should turn around or hide behind some other bar patrons. She was closing in on him quickly.

He decides to act cool, ducking his head, his elbow resting on the bar, his hand trying to subtly hide his face—trying his best not to draw attention to himself. With any luck, maybe she’ll just walk past him since she was with a group of friends.

“Joon?”

He releases a breath and straightens out. “Uh, hi, Mayumi,” he gives her a tight smile.

A few seconds later, a man catches up to her and pauses, curious as to what’s stopped her in her tracks.

She tells her companion and the rest of friends that she would catch up to them as they went to pick their lanes and rent their shoes.

Her male companion gives her a quick kiss on her forehead as she nods, giving him some inaudible reassurance.

They stood there quietly, trying to figure out who should speak first.

She was as beautiful as ever—not much has changed. Her hair was shorter, maybe but she looked almost the same as she did when they first met over 8 years ago.

“Long time, huh,” she finally says.

“Yeah. H-how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good. Really good,” she says as she glances over in the direction where her friends and male companion were.

“And you?” She asks politely.

“Good,” he answers.

“Are you here with anyone?” She says, looking around the place.

“Namjoon!”

They both turn to see you walking up to both of them.

“I felt bad, I thought I’d just split the tab with you,” you said to him.

He stood there quietly, looking at you briefly before his eyes shifted back to this woman whom you didn’t even notice until now.

You felt completely rude and didn’t mean to ignore her. “Oh, hi,” you said awkwardly, feeling like you had interrupted an intimate moment.

“S-sorry, Namjoon. I can go–”

“It’s fine,” she says a little too warmly at you, as if she knew who you were. “I was just about to rejoin my fiance and our friends. It was good seeing you again, Joon,” she says, smiling at him and giving him a squeeze on his arm.

You watch her walk away as Namjoon is frozen in his position–seemingly in shock.

“Who was that?” You dared to ask.

“No one of consequence,” he responds in an instant before returning to the bar as the bartender waves him over with your group’s tab, settling the full bill himself.

“I’m uh–gonna go home. Would you mind just telling the team that I headed out?”

“S-sure. Are you alright?” You asked him. “I can ask Tae or Jin to share a car with you or something?”

He then pulls his hood up over his head, stopping right above his eyebrows...making him suddenly looking smaller than he actually was. “Nah. I’ll walk, thanks. Have a good night, YN.”

“Good night, Namjoon.” But he doesn’t hear it since he had practically bolted through the doors, as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Part 5◥

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[subpar-ghoulfriend]

A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of. 

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies.  This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri.  You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

---

It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

You should've left.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."  

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee.  "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

---

After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

---

There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”  

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

[reid-fiction]

A Progression of Touch

In which Spencer doesn’t like to touch people until you come along and then he can’t help himself

A/N: Look at me, dropping stories like flies. Also, I’ve been staring at this gif for far too long...

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He doesn’t like to touch other people.

He knows it, you know it, the whole F.B.I. knows it. He told you as much the first time he met you by the way he awkwardly refused to shake your hand. Though he compensated with a friendly smile and a wave, you knew you were in for a ride with Dr. Spencer Reid. 

It wasn’t that he thought you were diseased. He just knew too much about germs and the human body to risk it, especially around cold and flu season which was exactly when he met you. It was bad enough that Garcia had dragged him to the Christmas party to begin with - there were so many people in close quarters, who knew what viruses were floating around - but he wasn’t a big fan of mingling and small talk either. And that was exactly what Penelope was forcing him into when he got his first glimpse of you. 

As soon as you had five minutes with Spencer under your belt, you knew you wanted a lot more time with him. He was unlike any person you had ever met and he fascinated you, especially his aversion to touch. 

A few months later, when Spencer finally bit the bullet and asked you on a date (after much prompting and borderline bribery from Garcia and multiple other team members she had coerced into helping her), he knew that his no touching rule was not going to fly for very long. He didn’t know much about relationships, but he did know that physical touch was a pretty important factor to most women. Though you never pushed him, he could tell that you were holding back for his benefit. He could see it in your eyes every time he dropped you off after a date. In most scenarios, a kiss goodnight would be expected - you wanted it, he could sense it - but it felt like you were the wrong side of a magnet that he just couldn’t get himself close to.

This was a problem, because he was falling for you and he was going to have to do something about it. 

Spencer knew that going the 0-100 method wasn’t going to work for him. He couldn’t just jump from not touching you at all to getting hot and heavy in the backseat of a car. But, gradual steps may work. If he eased himself in to getting acquainted with touching you, he could both push himself out of his comfort zone and give you a bit of the physical contact that you were clearly craving. 

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It started with a hug. 

One night, after walking you to your front door, you could tell that Spencer was concentrating on something and it wasn’t your current conversation. You were rambling on about some TV program you had seen the other night, and you knew he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. 

“Hey, you okay?”

He glanced up at you, frowning, as if he had just remembered you were standing there.

“Yeah, fine. Why?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, wrapping your arms around yourself after catching a gust of chilly air. “You just seem...far away. Distracted.”

He paused, pursing his lips at your accusation, and you suddenly felt extremely vulnerable under his gaze.

“Is something wrong? Did I...did I do something? I mean, are you -”

“No!” 

The suddenness of his reply caused you to jump, and he let out a nervous chuckle before running a hand through his hair. 

“No, it’s not you at all. I’m sorry, you’re right. I am distracted.”

“Well...about what? Maybe I can help.”

He paused again, and then smiled. “Yeah, maybe you can. Would you be able to just...stand still for a second?”

The strange nature of his request caused you to frown a bit, but you simply nodded and watched him with curiosity. A few seconds later, he slowly started to to move a few steps closer and raise his arms slightly. You had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but you didn’t move a muscle. His arms eventually found their way to rest lightly on the sides of you waist and then started to wrap around your torso. 

Your stomach instantly flipped. This was the first time Spencer had ever touched you beyond the occasional brush of your shoulders when you moved past him, or a playful kick to his leg when he beat you at chess. It had been two months of weekly dates, dinners, museum trips and evenings of sitting and talking until you were both too tired to form coherent sentences but, as much as you loved those times with him, you’d by lying if you said you never wished that he would throw caution to the wind once in a while and toss an arm around you or caress the side of your face with his fingers. 

Now, just the feeling of his hands on your back was like opening up a can of worms that had been wriggling in desperation for weeks, and you certainly hoped that this wasn’t a one time thing, because there was no way you’d ever be able to put those worms back in the can after this. 

He took another step toward you and circled his arms tighter around your back. You knew he had asked you not to move, but you couldn’t hold back any longer. You slowly raised your own arms until they were resting on his shoulders and then, when he didn’t protest, you wrapped them around his neck and leaned in until your head was nestled just below his collarbone. He tensed up only a moment before you felt him lean his head in the crook of your neck. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, holding each other. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been a few hours. You didn’t care, all that you knew was that you never wanted him to let go. 

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After the hug, his next target were your hands. 

Although Spencer was keenly aware of just how many germs the human hand picked up throughout the day, he was determined to overcome his aversion. You were clean and had good hygiene habits, he knew that. He had been hugging you every time he saw you since that first night, how much more difficult could holding your hand be?

It was during a movie he wasn’t really paying attention to that he finally made his move. Lately, his go-to move during movies was to carefully put his arm around you and rest his hand on your shoulder. He was completely comfortable with that movement now and really thought nothing of it anymore. He could tell that you enjoyed it as well, so he was more than happy to oblige you and suggest a movie night as often as possible. 

Tonight, however, he had different ideas. He purposely kept his arm at his side for the first half of the film, and he knew that you noticed. Truthfully, you had come to expect the motion now and were slightly disappointed when it didn’t happen as soon as the opening credits started to roll, but it wasn’t long until you figured out why.

You thought it was an accident at first. You had both of your hands resting in your lap and had your eyes focused on the movie when you felt it. The lightest, softest brush of skin against your own. Your hand twitched involuntarily and you silently cursed yourself for probably scaring him away. But, a minute or so later, it happened again. Still soft, still tentative, but it lingered. 

You stealthily flicked your gaze down to your lap and saw Spencer’s hand hovering just slightly over your own. You weren’t entirely sure what he was aiming for, but you kept your hand deathly still while you waited. His hand finally came to rest on your thigh and the side of his palm rested lightly against your own. You watched as his pinkie brushed up over the back of your hand, then another finger, and another, and another, until his whole hand was on top of yours. You opened the spaces between your fingers in hopes that he would lace his own through, and you weren’t disappointed. His fingers slid between yours like butter and you felt him squeeze your palm and slowly caress the back of your hand with his thumb. 

It was your idea to shuffle closer to him, lift his arm with your hands still intertwined, and loop it over your shoulder. He glanced over to you, smiled, and squeezed your hand again.

You wished you had picked a longer movie. Truthfully, so did he. 

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The idea of kissing you was terrifying. 

Spencer had kissed and been kissed before, but it wasn’t a common occurrence and it hadn’t ever been with someone he truly cared about. It was one thing for two body parts to come together in what science called a kiss, it was a whole other thing for that kiss to mean something. The last thing Spencer wanted was for him to screw up a potentially important moment in your relationship because he was hesitant or overly paranoid. 

He also had no idea how to know when the “right” moment was, if there was such a thing. Hugging was easy now, holding your hand was routine - he could do those at really any time, in any location, in any circumstance, and it wouldn’t be considered awkward or weird - but kissing was different. It was intimate, it was private, and it required more thought. 

It had taken him weeks, but he finally had a plan in mind. It was elaborate and detailed - as most of Spencer’s ideas were - and he knew exactly what he was going to say and do leading up to the moment.

However, what he wasn’t betting on was the sudden, overwhelming, spontaneous desire that came over him one evening while you were sitting in his apartment. You hadn’t been doing anything out of the ordinary; you had gone out to dinner, walked back to his place, and had plans to spend the rest of the night talking, maybe doing a puzzle or playing a game, and then you would go home like you always did. 

But it was something about the way you laughed after he told you a funny story that happened at work that day. It was the way your eyes locked on his every time he spoke, and the way you looked so intensely interested in every single thing he was saying, even if you didn’t understand all of it. It was the way you leaned into him when he pointed out something in a book he was holding, and the way he could smell your shampoo - vanilla with a hint of lavender - when you got close to him. It was the way your hand rested lovingly on his back while he read a passage to you and the way you absentmindedly twirled your hair as you listened. 

He needed to kiss you, and he needed to do it immediately. 

He didn’t care that it didn’t fit into his plan, he didn’t care that it wasn’t exactly what he pictured, and he didn’t care that he hadn’t prepared himself for it. The only thing he could think of was the shape of your lips and his intense need to know what they felt like on his own. 

So, he went for it.

It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t subtle, and it was probably the messiest thing he had ever done. He put the book down on the table, looked over at you, grabbed the sides of your face and pulled you to him. You were initially frozen in shock - the last thing you had expected that night was for Spencer to kiss you, let alone like this - but you could feel the intensity and desperation as his lips moved over yours, and that was enough to thaw your surprise and trigger your response instinct. You put one hand behind his head and pulled him impossibly closer to you, scooting to the very edge of your seat. 

His hands dropped from your face and landed on the tops of your thighs before he slid them up to your waist and you could feel him start to tug you closer. There was nowhere for you to go other than practically on top of him, and you knew there was no way he wanted you to do that. 

Was there?

As much as it pained you to do so, you momentarily broke the kiss to catch your breath. 

“Wow.”

Spencer chuckled, still gripping your waist. 

“Sorry,” he said, “I guess I just...couldn’t wait anymore.”

“Oh, don’t apologize!” you said, a little too enthusiastically. “It was great, and I wouldn’t have stopped you, it’s just...”

Spencer studied you, and brought one hand up to the side of your face again.

“Just, what?”

“It’s nothing, I guess I just wondered - I mean, I wasn’t sure how far you wanted to...you know...go. I don’t want you to feel like you need to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Spencer smiled, and you felt him tug you closer again. You gave him a questioning look, and he nodded.

“C’mere,” he said. “It’s okay.”

You tentatively stood and took a step closer to him before he gently guided you down until you were straddling his lap. You exhaled a breath of nerves as you seated yourself and brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders.

“You don’t need to worry,” he said. “I’m not going to push things any further tonight. But, right now, I would really like to keep kissing you. It’ll help me get comfortable with it. Repetition of an action you’re uncomfortable with is proven to retrain your mind in how you view the action.”

You grinned. “Is that the only reason you’d like to keep kissing me? To prove a scientific fact?”

“It’s more like a psychological fact. You see, in moments of intense satisfaction or pleasure, the brain releases something called dopamine which causes -”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish before you leaned in and kissed him again. 

The psychological facts could wait.

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[equizona]

Hello! (Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable!)

May I please request head cannons of the Obey Me Brothers reacting to an Mc that’s just over everything? She doesn’t really care if she’ll die in the Devildom since she doesn’t have anything to belong or look forward to in life, not even if she returns to the Human world. One of the Brothers or a lesser demon could threaten her and she would look them dead in the eye and just say “Go ahead, You’re doing me and everyone a favor 😶” or “Please do 🙂 *opens arms*”

Note: Oh honey, if you ever feel like this I want you to know that there is things to live for, and you'll find them if you stick around. And even if it may not always seem like it, you are worth so much. (On another note, you didn't mention that you wanted a happy ending so...) (Also, is my favorite one obvious? I think it is..)

Fandom(s): Obey Me!

Character(s): Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor.

Scenario: Reacting to an MC that reacts to death threats with a "sure."

Warnings: Self-harm, suicide, death, violence, blood, gore, sickness, injuries, substance abuse, sharp objects, angst, Yandere-themes, bad endings.

Lucifer[Avatar of Pride]

As much as Lucifer likes to pretend he's the one that has the most control over his emotions, he's really one of the worst at it, so the chance of him being the one that threatens you is way too high.

The second you say that his anger is gone, vanished, and instead is the horrible feeling of guilt that is drowning him. Because isn't that his fault?

Isn't he the one that's constantly pressuring you to be better? Isn't he the one who is always threatening to kill or torture you? Make you into Cerberus's chew toy?

"Dear.. what.. did you just say?"

He feels horrible, but his pride won't let him admit it, any of it, and it's one of the times where he hates his sin the most.

Doesn't mean he can't do anything about it though.

Since he's calmed down he'll try and talking about it, asking you why you would say that.

He's no professional, and he knows that he can't just magically help you.

He'll get you a therapist, a human one, so that you have someone outside of them to talk with, but he will make sure that you know his door is always open if you ever need something.

He'll also be significantly less strict with you, letting you get away with things he usually would have had your head for.

And he tries to encourage you to relax with schoolwork a bit. He'll help you if you're having any issues, but the exchange program has to be perfect so if you overwork yourself it won't end up well, right?

That's what he says, but he really just doesn't want you to be stressed.

Mammon[Avatar of Greed]

PLEASE THIS BOY MAY INSULT YOU SOMETIMES BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE HE'S A TSUN-DERE HE WOULD NEVER THREATEN YOU.

So it was probably someone else, let's say a lower level demon?

Honestly when the demon approached the two of you he was ready to step in and tell them off. After all, that was his human, they don't have the right to touch them!

When you say that though..

He can't find it within himself to do anything, he just stares at you in shock as tears run down his cheeks and he doesn't even realize it.

It's at that moment he realizes that the Devildom really isn't a place for a human, and that you should really get back home as fast as you could.

It also makes him realize just how often your life gets threatened by everyone around you. Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor–

The image of your bloody body in his arms just makes him cry harder, because he failed you and now he's failed so badly that you want death.

He won't allow it to come to that, not ever again does he want to see you die.

He won't allow you anywhere near any of his brothers without him. He won't let you be around for long either, checking in via phone every five minutes or so because he can't be sure that you won't hurt yourself.

He's begging you to talk with him, and he'll drop every insult he tends to say, because you are worth so so much.

Especially to him.

He'll do anything you ask, just don't leave, please?

Leviathan[Avatar of Envy]

He's no stranger to the thought of death. He's seen it happen multiple times before, both in anime and in real life, and the idea of killing himself has crossed his mind so many times but..

This isn't the same.

This is you.

He's so shocked that he can't even say anything, just staring at you with his mouth agape and his eyes wide with horror.

There's tears there too.

He feels sick, he really does. You don't deserve this, but at the same time, this is his fault, isn't it? He's the one who was threatening you because you beat him in a video game once out of the thousands of times you play with him.

He.. he doesn't deserve you, does he?

You deserve better.

But now he's gone and made it so you can't see that. And he isn't quite sure what he should do.

He's sobbing but..

All he's ever wanted was for you to be happy, you know?

If that's what you want, then he'll die it.

And you won't have to do it alone either.

He'll be right there, every step of the way.

Satan[Avatar of Wrath]

It doesn't process to him what you said until the demon who threatened you is dead, a blood, lifeless mess beneath him.

And then it hits him and he just turns to you with a look of horror that quickly turns into rage.

You want to leave him here alone!?

"WHAT!? YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE ALONE, HUH? OF YOU WANT TO DIE SO BADLY THEN FINE."

If the two of you are with another brother they'll probably restrain him or rush you away, hoping nothing too bad will happen.

When he's calmed down he'll talk with you and apologize, because he knows that's not what he should have done.

He'll try and convince you to talk with Lucifer so that you could get a therapist, but ultimately the choice is yours.

He'll do his best to be there and reassure you that you mean the absolute world to not only him, but the rest of his brothers too.

If it's just the two of you then it's a different case altogether...

There's no chance that you would be able to outrun him, you know? And when he's angry he just can't ever seem to hold himself back.

Which is something that breaks him as he holds your lifeless and bloody body close to his chest, begging you not to leave him as he cries.

Ultimately, you were the one thing that kept him sane, the one that made him feel like him. Like he was more than just Lucifer's wrath.

Joining you is what he wants to do, but he'll keep himself alive. He'll let himself live with the knowledge of what he did.

And if he ever seems to move on even the slightest?

He gusses they'll just have to find a never avatar of wrath, because that means his punishment is over and now he just has to kill himself in the most painful way he can imagine before he gets to see you again.

He doesn't like God very much, but he prays to him that you don't hate him for what he's done.

Asmodeus[Avatar of Lust]

Asmodeus is extremely confident. He knows he's beautiful. After all, he was the jewel of the celestial realm before he fell, and now he's the most beautiful demon in the Devildom.

He was never so sure about his personality though, until you came.

And.. now you want to leave him..?

"Haha.. that's a funny joke MC, but don't say stuff like that.. okay?"

He lives in denial of it, refusing to ever think back on it again, set on the fact it was just a joke and you love him and you won't want to leave him and–

If Lucifer notices, he'll get you help, and even as Lucifer tries to force him to accept how you feel, he won't.

He can't.

If you just end up living even if that is how you feel, he'll never acknowledge it, choosing to pretend it was a joke.

If you die, or kill yourself, he won't be able to help the fact he thinks your wrong about his personality.

Because if he refused to help the person he loved the most, what type of person was he?

Beelzebub[Avatar Gluttony]

Beelzebub has always adored his family like nothing else.

After Lilith's death, he just became even more protective. They had all suffered so much because of him, because of his inability to save Lilith, so he was almost in debt to them for not hating him.

You became his family too. One of them, and he loves you more than one could imagine. You brought his family back together, made them work out so many of their issues, you were their light.

And because of him that light was dim.

Maybe you felt that way because he never protected you against all the demons good enough, or maybe you were just tired of him.

As much as he's sure you hate him, he refuses to let you do this on your own. He refuses to let you suffer.

He'll talk with Lucifer. Even if you ask him not to, he will, no matter how horrible he feels about it.

You need someone to talk with.

Lucifer will get you a therapist, and while you go through that, Beelzebub won't leave you alone.

Regular check-ups to make sure that you're alright and doing well, to make sure you didn't try anything.

He makes sure that you eat healthy, and that you don't fall into any habits that make you neglect your physical health.

He asks Belphegor to make sure you don't get nightmares. Sleep is important for you.

He's always here to listen or help you with anything you need as well.

He'll give you his schoolwork if you didn't do it, because he doesn't want you to be stressed and it's better if he's in trouble, right?

He tries so hard.

When you're fine you can hate him but don't leave please—

"Please."

Belphegor[Avatar of Sloth]

Never has Belphegor regretted never properly setting you down to apologize.

Was it because of what he did? Was it because you thought they saw you as Lilith? Was it because you were tired of working their issues out for them?

There was so many reasons and he doesn't know what they were.

He'll bring his arms up to hug you, trying not to collapse because he's shaking so much.

He didn't love you because you held Lilith's blood, he loved you because you got him out of that dumb attic and never left him no matter how horrible he got.

He was stupid to think that what he did wouldn't have consequences.

Maybe he should have tried harder. Should have bothered fighting his sin to ask you if you needed someone to be there for you like you had been for him and the rest of his brothers.

He should have tried harder, he really should have, but he didn't.

And because of all of his mistakes you no longer wanted to be alive.

He's sobbing now, holding you as close as possible to him, because he never wants to let you go. He loves you for infinity after all.

But if you no longer wish to be alive, then who is he to keep you here? Force you to suffer any longer?

He's already been so horrible selfish.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

Does he even deserve to apologize?

"I'm sorry I'm so selfish, but if this is what you truly want, then... I only ask for the selfish request you'll let me go with you."

He won't make you kill him, you've been through enough, and having someone's blood on your hands isn't something you should unless you specifically ask him.

He'll let you kill him if it makes you feel better though.

He'll make sure that this is what you want. There will be no coming back from this, so he wants you to know this is what you want.

If you would rather try and figure things out he'll be there every step of the way.

If you want to die, and you're sure you want to do it.

He'll make it as painless for you as possible.

Then after that he'll join you, telling Beelzebub how sorry he is, and that he'll be going with you to see Lilith again.

He's sorry, but he won't allow anyone to do anything if this is what you want.

[crackedoutwalnut]

woah can you maybe please write a prequel with wanda x r getting together, and maybe carol and nat meeting r for the first time? (in reference to that amazing last post of yours!!)

A/N: Okay soooo this took a little bit longer than expected lol,,, I tried incorporating Wanda and R meeting but it was nearly 7,000 words before I even got to Carol and Nat meeting R. (Also the writing was horrible) so I scrapped that and started over with just Carol and Nat meeting R.

Warnings: gun wounds and blood.

Word Count: 3k

Read the first one here.

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"Do we have to tell them? I don't see why we can't just live our entire lives without Natasha and Carol knowing."

Wanda looked over at you with a raised brow, "Y/n, you are overreacting. Natasha and Carol can be a bit protective," you shot her an incredulous look.

"A bit?"

"-But, it isn't like they will kill you. Now stop pacing; you are wearing a track into the carpet." You halted your nervous loop and rubbed a hand over our face. Wanda's roommates and self-proclaimed mother figures were on their way back home from a mission. They had been gone for a few weeks, and the job had gone off without a hitch. In an uncharacteristic display of optimism, your girlfriend suggested that this would be the best time to tell them about your relationship. They were bound to be in a great mood from the mission's success so, the chances of them killing you were slimmer. Hopefully.

Outside of missions and monthly SHIELD meetings, you had little to no interaction with the two superheroes. The only one-on-one conversations you have had with Natasha or Carol have crashed and burned with you stammering and avoiding eye contact until awkwardly parting ways.

Wanda, having read your anxious thoughts, cradled your face in her hands and smiled. "Sweetie, I'm sure they will love you. Now, we have a decent amount of time before they get back..." she trailed off and moved her hands so that they looped around your neck. Your girlfriend tilted her head so that her lips were barely grazing your jawline. "We should use that time productively." Shuddering, you scrambled to straddle her lap with your thighs. Wanda chuckled at your eagerness and captured your lips with her own.

You arched your back and leaned further against her as she traced her hands up and down your back. You let out a small gasp as she settled them against your ass. Then, squeezing playfully, she grinned into the kiss and slipped her tongue past your parted lips. You pulled away and let out a breathy, "Cheater."

Wanda nipped lightly at your lower lip before poking out her lip in a fake pout. "Oh, I know. I'm awful."

You scowled and clenched your thighs and fists, using your leverage to switch your positions; you pinned her against the couch cushions. "And mean," you pecked a kiss against her jaw, "and terrible," a harsh bite to her collarbone, "and a bully." Wanda arched her back into your body as you continued to pepper her neck with slow kisses. You wrapped your arms around her back and moved her legs so that they were locked around your waist. Sitting up, you hastily pinned her against the window sill.

Wanda gasped and clutched at the back of your shirt, "Oh, you are going to be in so much trouble after this."

You lapped and sucked at the pale column of her neck for a moment before parting to peer up at her with a smug grin. "Says who?"

Wanda reached up to trail her thumb over the bottom of your lip before leaning in closer to your ear, "Keep kissing me like that, and I might consider not turning that perky little ass black and blue." You smothered your breathy moan in the crook of her neck. Quickly, you grasped at the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head. Wanda followed suit by returning the favor.

You opened your mouth to say something else when both of you froze. The front door had slammed open. Before either of you could react, there was a sound of tramping boots, and suddenly, you were sent flying across the room by a strong hand. Gasping, you slid across the carpet and landed against the opposite wall. Your vision cleared to reveal Black Widow and Captain Marvel standing over you in a fighting position.

Wanda quickly ran over to the two of them and wedged herself between you and your surprise assailants. "Wait! She's not an attacker, I promise!"

Carol loosened lightly. However, she did not drop her fists, "We saw you struggling through the window and assumed there had been an attack."

You could not see your girlfriend's face from your vantage point on the floor; however, you assumed it was glowing red. The witch sheepishly crossed her arms over her bare stomach. She was wearing nothing but black pajama shorts and a matching bra. In any other situation, that would be enough to have you opening your legs then and there. However, after tonight you had no inclination to have sex ever again. "Natasha, Carol, this is my girlfriend, Y/n," she gestured to you as you scrambled to your feet.

Despite being dressed in a sports bra and sweatpants, you felt naked as two pairs of eyes settled on you. "Hi," you squeaked, offering a small wave.

Carol's eyes lit up in recognition, "You're that nervous little hacker Fury hired awhile back."

You felt your cheeks heat as you looked down at the carpet, "That's me."

Natasha's look of shock slowly morphed into a grin that one could only describe as sadistic. "So, if no one was under attack, that means..."

Wanda buried her face in her hands, "Please do not finish that sentence."

The assassin held her hands up in surrender, the smirk never leaving her face. "I didn't say anything. Now let's sit down- with all of our clothes on- and talk about this." You kept your gaze glued to the floor as you snatched your shirt and pulled it back on. You sat down next to Wanda, careful not to let any of your body touch hers. Glancing up, you saw Carol and Natasha peering down at you like a hawk would a field mouse.

"How did you two meet?" Natasha asked, folding her arms over her chest.

Wanda scratched the back of her neck, "We met in our programming class and then again at an on-campus coffee shop."

"And how did you hide this from a former Kree soldier and an assassin?" Carol asked.

"I would usually invite her over when you and Nat were away on missions," the witch explained.

"So this isn't the first time you have attempted to stain our new sofa?" Natasha asked. You suspected the question was rhetorical.

"Wanda, could you go upstairs for a minute? We would like to have a little chat with miss Y/n alone," the assassin requested, a too-sweet smile on her face.

You looked over at Wanda, silently pleading for her not to leave. Despite being telepathic, Wanda ignored your internal screeching and nodded, "I'll be in my room." As you watched her go, you started praying to whatever deity was up in the sky to keep you safe.

Natasha and Carol sat down on either side of you, shark-like grins on their faces. "So, Y/n, what are your plans for dating Wanda?" Carol asked, peering down her nose at you.

"Uh, what do you mean?" You shrunk further into the crack in the cushions. The back of your neck had started becoming slick and hot with nervous sweat as you looked anywhere but at the two women.

"I'm sure you are aware of Wanda's past and how much she has lost. The last thing we would want is for you to... reopen old wounds," Natasha said. Her voice was like sharpened steel as she stared you down.

Your eyes widened in shock as you looked over at her, "I would never hurt her, miss. Wanda is the first real relationship I have ever had, and I have no intentions of screwing that up."

Carol sighed and rested a hand on your shoulder. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden contact. "You seem like a nice kid, Y/n. But, if you ever have sex in our living room again, knowing we'll be coming home soon. It will be the last thing you ever do."

You nodded and looked down at your lap. "Yes, ma'am."

--

From that day on, your interactions with Natasha and Carol were even more painful than before. Because, now the two had taken to "hazing" you, as Wanda described it. They would walk up behind you as silent as a panther ready to attack before barking an order at you. Every time this happened, you would nearly fall out of your seat, completely messing up whatever work you were doing on your computer. Usually, it would be something as simple as getting them a coffee- a task that was typically reserved for the interns. However, you scampered off without complaint and grabbed them what they needed from the breakroom.

"They will settle down, Y/n," Wanda assured. She was sitting on your desk, completely disrupting the research you were currently doing on one of your monitors. Her chunky combat boots were propped up on the armrest of your desk chair as she used her magic on a pen resting across from her.

"Natasha and Carol hate me, Wan," you groaned.

Wanda snickered and flicked the hovering pen at you with a streak of red magic. You huffed and pushed it away. "They don't hate you. If they really did not like you dating me, you would have been fired from SHIELD already. Nat and Carol can be protective, that's all. I think they are actually quite fond of you."

You scoffed, "That might be pushing it."

"I'm serious. Whenever you come up in conversation, they will always refer to you as my 'little hacker' or 'that cute nerd.'" Wanda hopped off your desk and planted a sweet kiss onto your cheek.

"They will grow to accept you, I promise."

--

That acceptance came on a rather stressful mission. It was your first time out in the field, and you were armed with nothing but a handgun and a taser. Your job was to hack into the terrorist organization's database and steal information about the location of their bombs and alien tech. In addition, Natasha, Carol, and Wanda were sent with you to rescue valuable hostages the terrorists were keeping in the basement of their HQ.

Natasha was sent with you for protection, much to Wanda's displeasure. The idea of leaving you alone in a den of wolves made the witch want to wrap you up in a blanket and run out of there. However, Carol needed Wanda's abilities to get to the hostages. So, that is how you found yourself shimmying through a ventilation shaft behind Black Widow. It was unbearably hot in the vents as you tried to maneuver through in sweat-slicked clothes. Your hair was clinging to your face in wet strands as you backed up to allow Natasha to kick open the slatted hatch below you.

She hopped down and looked around the security room before motioning for you to leap down. With far less grace, you jumped down to the tiled floor with a muffled grunt. Then, sliding into a desk chair that sat in front of over twenty different monitors, you set to work. Your fingers flew over the keys as you glared a the screens in front of you.

"How are we doing, Y/n?" Natasha called over her shoulder. Her gun readied in her hands.

"They have really advanced firewalls," you grunted. "But, I think I can figure a way around them."

"I hear footsteps," the assassin called. "Hurry up back there."

Your hands were cramped painfully as you reached into your pocket to grab a flash drive. Shoving it into the USB port, you fired off the last few commands. As a loading screen popped up, the metal door to the security room boomed open. You leaped out of your chair, hand reaching for your gun immediately. Six armed soldiers charged towards you, and the Black Widow with firearms and other weapons raised.

Natasha pivoted on her feet and kicked one of the men's guns from his hands. The rifle skittered across the tile and landed near the desk. Without looking back, Natasha shouted, "Get the flash drive, and go."

You glanced at the half-complete loading screen that was flashing a 5-minute timer. "What about you?" Natasha didn't reply, instead opting to turn her focus back to the man she was currently wrestling to the floor. Two other soldiers surrounded her while the three remaining ran towards you.

Scrambling to remember any combat you had learned in SHIELD training, you slammed your taser against one of their temples. The man convulsed and fell away from you with a cry of agony. Your hands shook violently as you tripped over the desk chair to recover the now complete flash drive. Another scar-faced man grasped at the back of your neck and pulled you towards him. You grunted and squirmed in his grip as the other one raised a gun to your head.

A loud bang sounded, and the gunman was toppling to the ground, blood leaking from his neck. The man holding you fell to the floor with the sound of another gunshot. You stumbled forward, away from the bodies. Grabbing the flash drive, you turned to face Natasha. Your relief was cut short when you saw a man, seemingly playing dead on the ground as he aimed his gun towards the assassin's head.

Crying out, you lunged into action faster than you could think. Your strides cleared the room in two healthy bounds as you tackled the soldier. You managed to get in two good kicks and a headbutt before another sickening bang echoed through the room. It took you a minute to register that the blow did not come from Natasha. You stumbled back and slowly peered down at your stomach. A stain of crimson was now leaking from a hole in your shirt.

Your vision grew bleary, and your ears were stuffed with cotton. Was that red stain new? You thought dimly as your feet fell from under you. You heard another shot, now much fuzzier and far off. Then, before your body could hit the floor, you felt two strong arms scoop you up. No, you decided, that stain had not always been there. It was blood; you were bleeding.

"Oh," you muttered, looking down at your leaking abdomen. "Thass not good," you slurred, peering up at the person carrying you.

Your brain vaguely registered them as Natasha. She looked down at you with an expression you had never quite seen before. "You have to stay awake for me. Can you do that?" Her request was quiet and strangely shaky.

You furrowed your brows; Natasha was never shaky about anything. You didn't like it. "Iss alrigh' Nat, you aren' hurt. What 'swrong?" If the assassin wasn't injured, then why was she crying? The Black Widow never cried.

"I know I'm not hurt, kid. That isn't the problem," she assured you with a humorless chuckle.

You winced as her running jostled your wound, "I think 'm hurt, Widow. Hurt real bad." Tears gathered in your eyes at the agony radiating from the hole in your abdomen.

"You're going to be alright, sweetie. I promise." Natasha held you closer to her chest.

"I'm glad I got to you, though," you continued. "Cause you and Carol already don' like me so, you definitely wouldn' be happy if I failed you."

You felt Natasha's hand go to cradle the back of your head. A gentle kiss was placed on the crown of your head. "We don't hate you, I promise. You're a really sweet kid. I'm really proud that Wanda found you."

Despite the black dots consuming your vision, you felt your chest explode with joy. "'N Carol too?"

Natasha chuckled, "Yeah, and Carol too." Then, as the last of your vision faded, you felt a smile rest on your face.

--

The first thing you registered when you awoke was the sound of beeping. It was annoying as all hell and caused the pain in your skull to worsen. You were warm, almost to the point of discomfort, and your abdomen was radiating a numb tingling. Almost as if it wasn't there at all.

Cracking your eyes open, you took in the dim room around you. It was a bedroom made up of plain oak furniture and eggshell walls. A guest room, maybe? Beside you was an IV that was hooked up to your forearm and a heartrate monitor. On the bedside table was a vase of expensive-looking flowers and an orange pill bottle.

You peeled back the three blankets that had been stacked on top of you to see a thick layer of gauze wrapped around your stomach. You were dressed in a sports bra and Captain America shield boxer shorts. Where was everyone? Who was everyone? Gritting your teeth, you slid out of bed. Nauseating pangs threatened to buckle you as you gripped at the IV stand next to you. You limped towards the door, the metal stand used as a makeshift cane. You scrambled to open the door with clammy hands. Once you stepped into the hallway, you realized where you were—Wanda's house.

"Wan? Are you here?" You called, your voice hoarse. Down the hall, to your right, you heard two doors fly open. Natasha, Carol, and Wanda came rushing out, eyes wild with concern.

"Babe, what the hell are you doing out of bed," your girlfriend asked, hands hovering around you as if you were a house of cards. You attempted to bat her hands away before stumbling slightly at the effort.

Carol rushed to your side and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Shit, kid, take it easy. Don't want to reopen that bullethole, do we?"

"What happened? Did we get the flash drive," you looked between the three of them.

Wanda shook her head and started leading you back to the guest bed. "Of course, that's the first thing you are worried about after nearly dying." She gently settled you back into bed and pulled the covers back over your body. "But, yes, the flash drive and the hostages are safe in Fury's possession, thanks to you."

You scoffed, "I'm just the techy. I didn't really do anything," you shrugged. "Besides, you three were the muscle."

Natasha scoffed and stepped forward, "You saved my life, Y/n."

Picking at a loose thread on the blanket, you shook your head, "I wouldn't go that far. I'm sure you could have handled it."

The assassin shook her head, "I didn't realize that he was still alive until you were on top of him."

Carol smiled and ruffled your hair, "You did good, kid. Thanks for saving my wife." Your answering grin was nearly blinding.