#my back hurts. from writing in this cursed position. send help

[broshot]

Ooo can you also do Nanami and Sukuna for the near death reader? Loved the ones for Megumi and Gojo!

a/n: hello!! of course I can do that♡ thank you for the request! I'm just a hater when it comes to sukuna so I'll be making him the most ooc there is! (I've never really written stuff for these two so I hope they're not too bad) also I'm so so so sorry for writing this so late, I've had a big writing block recently so this isn't my best writing but I just needed to post this for you all

here's the one with megumi and gojo!

cw/tw: gn!reader, hurt w comfort (angst to fluff), hurt reader, mentions of death + blood, confession in sukuna's part, probs a bit (or very) ooc,

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nanami kento

he wasn't a person who talked about his feelings, and he definitely didn't show them. he was polite and professional, not so polite when he was fighting but that didn't matter. he always had the same blank and bored expression on his face, sometimes it turned into annoyed and angry but he never smiled or looked sad.

until he met you. he fell in love with you instantly, though he tried to convince himself that he definitely wasn't in love. he wanted to share his life with you, both his good and bad days.

you made him smile and laugh, you made him happy. he swears the day he confessed to you was his luckiest and happiest day and he never ever wanted to lose you. he swore he would protect you.

but his promise didn't seem very true anymore. you were sitting against a wall with your head in an uncomfortable position. he rushed over to you and tried to wake you up as you seemed to just be unconscious, probably fainted and nothing worse.

"can you hear me, sweetheart?" he asked, softly lifting your chin up. that's when he noticed the deep cut on your neck. it was bleeding a lot, how did he not notice all the blood before?

"wake up," he said, feeling the panic rush up faster and faster. you need to stay calm, he thought to himself but it wasn't really working.

his hands seemed to work on their own as he softly pressed a piece of cloth onto your wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"what's up? I'm in a tight spot right now." he heard gojo's unusually serious voice on the other side of the phone. when had he called gojo?

"uh, I need help. (name)'s bleeding a lot. could you send someone over?" he couldn't recognize his own voice, it sounded distant and a bit too high to be his.

"I'll be over in a second," was all he heard gojo say before a familiar frame arrived right next to him.

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you opened your eyes and quickly tried to get up. the fight was all you had in mind, you couldn't waste even a second, you had to be there.

but you were stopped by a huge wave of pain all over your body. your head was hurting and so was your neck, and you were suddenly aware of how sore all of your muscles were. you were laying in a bed, probably in a hospital somewhere. before you could even think about what happened yesterday that got you in this position, you noticed nanami sleeping on the chair next to you.

"honey?" you whispered and to your surprise, he immediately wake up.

"sweetheart. you're alive." he breathed out before rushing over to you. he pulled you close to his chest, softly wrapping his arms around your body.

"yeah, I was-" you started but a sound stopped your words. you heard a quiet sob from him. he was crying.

"I thought I lost you," he sobbed, his voice wobbly and weak.

you didn't say anything. you just hugged him back.

"I don't ever want to lose you, love, never," he continued. "if you die I'll never love anyone again. please don't leave me like that."

"I'll do my best to stay alive for you," you whispered. "I love you.

"I love you too. I'll make sure you're protected next time."

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sukuna

the king of curses shouldn't fear anything, right?

so why was he shaking from fear right now?

"I'm not scared, I'm just angry," he repeated for the nth time in his head. he could never be scared, really. but still, being scared was the only thing that felt acceptable for him right now. he was scared he'd lose you, the love of his life, all because he wasn't careful.

he had been practicing to control his cursed energy in different ways and had accidentally hit you with a huge energy boost. it didn't fully hit you, but it made a deep cut on the right side of your neck. and you were bleeding. you were bleeding a lot.

he stood next to you as you laid on the ground. he couldn't fully process what was happening, but soon enough his knees gave up and he fell down next to you.

curses are able to cry.

he had never cried before this, he never had any reasons to cry before this. but he was fully sobbing while looking down at your body. he could almost see the life bleeding out of you and he couldn't do anything about it.

then he remembered a thing or two.

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you felt a stinging pain on your neck as you woke up. you groaned and tried to sit up, but you were quickly stopped by a pair of hands.

"sukuna?"

"(name), you're alive," you heard him say.

"yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you asked. he stayed quiet. "sukuna.. what happened?"

he sighed before explaining the situation fully. "I'm really sorry for that, I swear I didn't try to hit you and I didn't do it on purpose, I feel really bad about it and to think that I almost killed the only person I truly love, I'm such a disappointment," he rambled.

you were speechless. the fact that he almost killed you was shocking enough but on top of that he also loved you.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what took over me. I was just.. thinking out loud and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-" he kept rambling but you cut him off by placing your hand on his cheek. he looked up at you, clearly surprised by your action.

"relax, you didn't make me uncomfortable. and I forgive you for, you know, almost killing me. and I love you too."

"wait what? you.. do you really?" he asked, clearly not believing his ears.

"more than anything."

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this is WAY worse than the last one omg I'm so sorry AAAAAAAA anyways, recommend characters you want me to do this with (if you want to see more characters w this prompt)

you can also recommend other stuff for me to write! :D

masterlist is on my profile but I haven't updated it in a while

[141shousewife]

You like movies? You wanna make one?

Minors DNI I WILL eat you.

ill make this another part if it does well

cw: nsfw, price x female reader, TA reader x Professor! Price, slight jealousy/arguing, filming, price x plus size reader

Johns voice echos inside of the linoleum lecture hall. You quietly listen to the scribbles of a red pen and the sound of his voice. Normally the sound from his auditorium during lectures is moderate, but today he is particularly chipper as his voice bleeds into the shared office you currently revise essays in.

"-Excellent! and what do you think the director is trying to convey with this wide frame shot?"

Your eyes continue to graze over the same words again and again: "Director" "Shot" "Film" "Cinematography" "Intention" "Audience"

You love your job, but reading first years' dull writing for over an hour and a half has your eyes and brain hurting.

Being John's TA had a lot of quirks; good pay, free snacks, and lots of academic validation that you will not expand on in front of your friends when questioned, and lastly the sharply dressed professor that lounges around and insists on your everlasting 'genius', and is admittedly fun to run your eyes over and imagine him slowl-

"ALRIGHT- that is going to wrap up our time for today, it's Friday so I don't want to keep you all. Remember to make good choices and turn in your makeups by 11:59 on Sunday. Okay, get outta here."

You rest your eyes and listen to the symphony of zipping backpacks, chairs being pushed in, and the different conversations of "i gotta turn in-" or "what are you doing this weekend-" quickly zip by the door of the closed office. You take a moment to settle into your rolling chair as you hear Price sending off students warmly. His brown suede dress shoes quietly grow louder as they hit the tile close and closer to the office door.

Price's office is cushy and expansive. There is enough room for more than the desk, rug, couch, and mini-fridge fill the space a subpar amount. The two desks that occupy the warmly lit, carpeted room are positioned across the room from each other. John's desk is littered with a desk lamp, books stacked on top of each other, a desk of pens and a closed cigar case.

As you hear the him begin to answer the last few questions from students while slowly opening the office door, you gather your materials and move to the couch and sit beneath the warm throw that adorns it.

The couch dips in on itself significantly and creaks under your wide bottom as you curse it for its announcement.

"Of course- and if you have any more questions feel free to email me."

The girl that you see him talking to- the sliver of her that you can see is smaller than you and blonde, she catches her hair in between two of her fingers and leans into his personal space.

"Could I come to your office for help on my essay, this Saturday, around say 6?

Not fully understanding what she is asking, he straightens out his back in concern and responds to her in a hushed tone.

"Do you not have a device in order to submit an email? If not the library is open from 9 am to 9 pm during the weekend."

She provides even less space for him and looks up with a smile.

"No Professor, I do, I just meant if I needed some... special help"

He maintains a warm demeanor but shuts her down

" I'm afraid not- My office hours are for working and if you make a comment like that again I am at liberty to report you to the dean, so I would suggest you leave now. Have a nice weekend."

He opens the door fully to enter and shuts it behind him and the blonde pads away quietly with less of her dignity than before. He rolls his eyes as he greets you.

"You can't make this stuff up. Flirting when she hasn't even turned in her essay on time. Bold."

You speak without fully thinking; wondering why Price is acting so insulted by a conventionally good looking girl shmoozing him. As he sets his laptop and other things on his desk you speak.

"She was a pretty girl John. It's not like its such a low blow."

John turns quickly quirks his head "You can't seriously be implying I would date some...kid? one of my students? She's not my type. "

You immediately jump to defend yourself with in hindsight- a bit too much gusto.

You say while sarcastically chuckling "I wasn't saying that! and come on it's just us, she- girls like her, are everyone's type."

John steps closer to where you are sat on the couch and looks down at you with his eyes furrowed and his hands in his pockets.

"Well she's not mine."

He reaches over on top of his desk a grabs a cigar, he quietly throws a "You mind?" over his shoulder and upon you responding "You're all good." he clips his cigar and lights it.

He turns around and steps closer as puffs it and he eyes you over.

His gaze is- uncomfortably intense, in a way that makes you wanna say sorry- or maybe start stripping...

He seems to catch wind of you being in thought.

"What do you care anyway?"

You look at him to respond but nothing comes out of your mouth as he sits the cigar down and steps closer to you until he's standing over you. His legs stand interlinked with yours and brushes them.

You feel something other worldly pull your body up to stand in front of him. You stare at him breathlessly and try to ignore the cinnamon, sandalwood and cigar smoke that's making you want to rub your-

John's voice pulls you out of another depraved thought

"I can't believe you think a girl like that is my type. I date women. Grown women. "

Your voice barely sounds like your own. You barely get the words out.

" I swear that wasn't what I meant. I just thought-"

John cuts you off "I know what you thought, you thought I was going to let you have a self deprecation fest, but I'm telling you that the women I want.. don't look, talk, or think like her. I don't want girls."

"I like women. Women who look, talk, and think like you." He toys with the bottom of your skirt in a way that makes your face grow warm, his hand brushing against your thick thigh.

You start to protest immediately, " You don't need to flatter me John, I'm sorry."

John starts speaking over you in frustration, "Why is it unbelievable that I would prefer you? I'm not flattering you. I'm not a liar or someone who compliments out of pity, you know what- here"

He huffs and grabs your wrist and places your hand directly over his khaki covered hard-on and whispers

"Does that feel like pity to you?"

As you stare at him dumbfounded, John's hand reaches up and holds the base of your skull with his large hand.

All of your breath re-enters your lungs like he just jump-started your entire system.

John looks at you with mischief you cannot quite place.

"How about I help you see how good you look?"

You track his gaze towards his Nikon and immediately look at him in horror.

"You wanna record me? No. Absolutely not. I look horrible on camera and you want to film my O-face and chubbiness from a side profile? You've lost it!"

"Honey, if you don't want to film because you're uncomfortable we can forget it right now, but if this is about the way your 'chubbiness' looks then I'm telling you that I wanna see this body. On me. On video."

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Can I request a Yandere Shinobu x Male reader where she discovers that you stayed at someone else’s healing estate because it was “closer” at the end of your last mission?

I could have helped | Yandere Shinobu x Male Reader

Characters: Shinobu

Summary: Getting help at another estate was not the best idea.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Gore, Obsessive behavior, manipulation, death, kidnapping

A/n: Im so sorry this is so late! Also sorry if it feels rushed, I'm writing this so late!

The forest was dark, eerie sounds within the trees and sky, there stood a boy struggling to keep his stance. Blood dripped down his s/c skin, shining in the little moonlight that dispersed though the thick leaves. A demon was slowly decaying away in front of his e/c eyes that were slowly losing their shining life. Y/n turned away from the demon that was cursing at him. 

Just as Y/n walked out of the forest, blood trailing behind him, his body gave up on him. He collapsed on the trail that led to the village nearby. Luckily, Y/n was saved by the Kakushi of the Demon Slayer Corp. They sent him to a nearby estate to heal because sending him to a further one could have killed him. However, there was one person who didn’t like this. 

Shinobu’s crow had seen it all happen, as a request of its owner, and flew rabidly to the Butterfly estate. When the update on Y/n had been completed, Shinobu set out to get back her dearest darling. She had sent her crow first, with a message for the injured boy. 

“Go to him and tell him I’ll be there soon.”

With that, Shinobu’s crow swiftly flew into the veil of the night. It took until sunrise for the crow to reach the window of the room Y/n was staying in. Y/n noticed and opened the window, trying his best not to open up the wound he had bandaged. He held out a finger for the crow to jump onto, and guided the bird to where he laid to heal. 

Y/n looked at the crow curiously, not knowing why it was here. He knew it wasn’t his. Y/n gave the crow a look, urging it to share the message it had. The crow propped itself onto his bandaged knee, preparing to speak. 

“I have come from the Butterfly Estate. Ms. Shinobu has asked me to share this message to Y/n L/n. The following is what she instructed me to say. My dearest Y/n, I am so glad you’re safe. I am on my way to see you and make sure you’re healing well! It worries me that you aren’t within my healing care, but worry not, you will be soon.”

For some reason, the message unsettled Y/n, but he nodded to the crow, showing he registered what it just shared. He sent a few meaningless words with the crow. It flew out the window to find its owner. Once it did, it shared the message Y/n had, but Shinobu was too busy travelling as fast as she could. 

The sun had already set, and Shinobu stood in front of the estate that held her dearest love inside. 

Y/n couldn’t sleep, the message Shinobu had left him with stuck in his head. He closed his eyes, trying to decode what it could have meant. In an instant, Y/n shot up, feeling something was off. He heard screaming, and walked slowly to the door. 

Anxiety settled deeply into Y/n, his senses increasing tenfold. His ears picked up even more screaming as he walked out into the hall, calling out to the darkness. No one seemed to come to his calls. Until a figure came out of the shadows. 

Y/n tried to get into a position with his nichirin sword, but it wasn’t with him. He cursed to himself, regretting the negligence at this moment. He felt helpless, and he hated it. Y/n was eased when he noticed that it was a friend of his.  

“Shinobu?”

Y/n fell back, horror gracing every feature. As Shinobu came closer, she was covered in blood. The smell was so overwhelming, he didn’t know what to do. Y/n was just frozen on the floor, staring at his friend, who seemed so unbothered by everything around her. She only walked closer to Y/n. 

“Ah my dear! Did that garbage nurse hurt you more? You look worse than I thought. Here, let me take you to your rightful place and get you all healed up!”

Y/n tried to back away from Shinobu, but she was too quick. She injected Y/n with a sedative that caused the boy to feel so dizzy. Shinobu picked up the boy with ease and brought him to her estate. The only thing in her mind was how much of a bad job the nurse did with her dearest darling.

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[bittersweetimaginings]

Request for an Alex fic!

I've always wanted to see some heavy whump put on this character-

Maybe a sick fic?

Or just a senerio where he is hurt/exhausted/thirsty/hungry etc.

She/Her

Tired • Alex DeLarge

⚠️Content warning: Implied & mentions of t0xic relationship dynamics, ch3ating, Alex being an asshole (as always), mentions and mild descriptions of injuries, description of (consensual) s3x and cursing (yes, theres SMUT in this one). 

*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans. 

Summary: After one of his outings with his droogs, Alex finds himself being injured. As his long-time girlfriend you feel the urge to take care of him. 

Reader’s pronouns: She/Her 

Keys: Y/N = Your Name. Nadsat glossary. 

Author’s notes: If you want to send your own request, please check the Disclaimers & Rules post and the MASTERLIST post to see more content and which characters are available. 

This is somewhat of a continuation to this fic: “in the aftermath” or at least I wrote it with the same MC in mind! However, this time she is less submissive and has grown to be a bit more confrontational with Alex and his shit! But is not necessary to read the first one, this can be enjoyed as a standalone if you want! 

I'm not here to judge why you are consuming this type of content (I'm the one doing the writing after all) I know from personal experience that this type of content (as weird as it sounds to some of you) might be used as a coping mechanism to a similar situation some of us might've experience or are currently experiencing irl; but just in case, I want to encourage you to reach for help, so please, if you're going through a tough time or experiencing some kind of violence, here are some resources that I was able to find and might be of help, please stay safe everyone: 

List of countries and their helplines for d0m3stic abus3, s3xual as5ault and other resources. 

List of other resources for immediate help. 

List of countries and their respective helplines for su1cid3 prevention/crisis. 

Consider donating to my Ko-fi! 

"He's been in there all week! Barely eats, barely goes out...I might knock the door down and put an end to this worry!" 

You hear Alex's mom tone through the phone slowly rising making her concerns quite apparent. 

 “I don’t think that’s necessary, I’m sure he’s fine, Ms.-”  

“Y/N dear, wouldn’t it be possible for you to come by the house this mornin’?” 

A slight pause is settled as you ponder her request. Truth be told, you haven’t talked with Alex much as of lately, the reason being you two breaking up (again) over him continuously flirting with another woman (again) and since you were already used to such behavior it wasn’t really the flirting that set you off (having Alex as your boyfriend had made you grown desensitized to many things), it was more the time and place that angered you, and though you knew you’ll get back together eventually, you had grown quite comfortable as a single woman, it was like allowing yourself a breather and would like to stay that way at least for a little bit longer... 

“I don’t think-…" 

“Please, dear...I- I noticed you and Alex haven’t talked much but maybe is time to patch things up?” 

You fall silent. The lady on the other end of the line has always been kind and warm to you even when her kid really wasn’t. Though perceptive she’s unaware about the true nature of your relationship with her son, only knowing the brighter side of the whole ordeal, it’s natural that she asks for your help, believing you to be a positive influence in Alex’s chaotic life. 

“Y/N?” 

She asks; the undeniable worry dripping in her voice tugging at the heartstrings of your own weak and sensible heart, you comprehend her pain and to be quite honest...you had been worried too...after all it is hard to break old habits...  

“I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished with school” 

You announce with a heavy sigh, hoping you won’t regret it. 

“Thank you dear! I appreciate it!” 

[…] 

The door to Alex’s home is right in front of you, the apartment is unusually quiet even knowing that his parents are most likely at work at this hour; you open the door with the spare key Alex gave you long ago and enter, his room it’s right down the hall of the apartment and before you knock there’s a slight hesitation as you wonder if this is really the best choice...maybe you can still turn back. 

You measure your options and become unaware of the movement in the rotary combination lock and only come back to reality as the door suddenly springs open. 

You haven’t seen his blue eyes in a couple of weeks, maybe that’s why you freeze in place as his surprised gaze meets yours, his brows narrow in confusion but soon a smirk on his face appears. 

“Well, well! Hi, hi, hi there! ‘Been a long time, innit?” 

He seemingly mocks you and visibly sizes you up with his eyes as he leans his body in the doorframe; it takes you a couple of blinks to get out of your trance and when you do you can’t help but feel angered at his smug attitude; you didn’t expect an apology, it’s been a long time since those stopped coming for every time he cheated. In fact, you don’t know what you expected...but definitely something better than this, your brows furrow and take a quick glance at him only to notice the state he’s in: bruises, most of them in the left side of his body, part of his chest on that side even seems quite swollen and some small superficial cuts on his right cheek. 

“Something wrong?” he asks dryly  

“You look like trash” the words come out of your mouth, hoping to hurt him even if just a bit, but instead he scoffs while leaning this time in your direction, his gaze looking for yours as he closes the distance. 

“My, really?” his voice drops in to a suggestive but slightly threatening tone, mocking smile never leaving him. 

The closeness of it all making you realize the man in front of you has been half naked from the beginning if only for a pair of underwear to cover him. 

As you roll your eyes and aggressively walk into his room you hope your cheeks aren’t flushed in case, he decides to tease you any further. As you enter you notice the messy state of the room which strikes you as odd since you know Alex usually tries to very careful when it comes to it but you figured he might’ve just thrown a tantrum recently. Then you see Basil sitting calmly in his usual spot by the poster of a naked woman, you immediately approach it. 

“Oh, hi there!” your baby voice coming through as you pet the top of the snake’s head. 

You hear him walk and feel him right behind you, his chin eventually touches the top of your head, his arms wrap around your body just right below your breasts and although you’re still mad you don’t make any attempts to remove him. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of viddying* you here?” 

“Your mom called; said you wasn’t coming out of your room like some pathetic hermit. Figured it was serious if there was no record of you and the boys in the last few days”  

“Were you worried then?” 

“No” Yes, you were but won’t admit it so easily, he scoffs once more, he can see through you and as he holds you tighter, he bows his head just slightly to kiss your temple. 

“Then...why is that you’re here? More than welcomed to ignore her, are you not?” Whispers in your ear and you only try to calm the goosebumps by focusing your attention ever harder on the reptile in front of you. You hear him laugh lowly at your reaction. 

“My kisa*, you’re not being quite honest...” His declaration carries on with his mouth now traveling down your neck peppering small kisses. You hate how quick the urge of being all over him invades you, turning around quickly you reach to kiss him but as your hands rest on his chest for support he suddenly winces in pain and pushes you away. 

“bloddy cal*!” he mumbles as he tries to soothe his pain by covering the affected area with his hand, though startled by his sudden action you take the time to examine what exactly is wrong. Walking towards him you place your hand over the one he holds defensibly, subtly asking him to lower it to which he complies. 

Your hand explores the swollen side of his chest gently, it takes you a couple of minutes to realize the reason he is in pain:  

“Jesus, Alex your rib is fucking broken!” his brows furrow once more in an annoyed expression as he hears you exclaim. 

“Quite the sharp one are you, eh?” sarcasm present in his voice, maybe a bit bothered you didn’t notice it sooner. 

The thought of asking “what happened?” crosses your mind, but seeing the state the room is in, you pick up on the fact that it might be a sore topic for him and you don’t want him throwing another tantrum as he might injure himself further; instead, you scoff at him in a mildly angered expression. 

“Lay down, let’s treat it before it gets worse or Mr Deltoid finds out and questions you about it” you command and are satisfied with how quick he obeys at the mention of Mr Deltoid. 

[...] 

You surprise yourself with how many times you have helped Alex with his injuries it’s almost second nature to you at this point and though you pride yourself in your impeccable first-aid abilities you can’t help but see just how sad this really must be. 

Alex lays on his bed, eyes closed and wearing a pained expression that you know comes from the sensation of cold he feels through the bandages you had applied in his chest moments before; you hold a frozen bag of peas covered with a random woman’s blouse you found lying in his bedroom and take note it is not one that belongs to you and most certainly not his mother... 

“careful” he warns as he feels the pressure shifting; out of spite you disobey him and apply more pressure, making him wince once more. 

 “Ah! What you think you’re even doin’?!?!” in anger he almost sit up, but the pain knocks him back down. 

“Asshole” you declare throwing the clothing item in his face, setting the frozen bag aside, you sit by his side as you try to calm your own frustration. Alex gets strangely quiet but doesn’t move a muscle at your sudden vent and there’s a brief silence before it breaks. 

“You don’t need to take it so seriously” he says, seemingly in an attempt to comfort you without lying telling you that “it won’t happen again”  

“...” you look at him in frustration, he looks back at you and even through his expression is serious at the beginning, a smile grows on him as he notices your gaze, probably taking pleasure in your aching in some way. 

“C’mon, my pretty kisa, are you jealous?” he lightly tugs at the fabric of your dress as a way to secure your attention. 

“You don’t know what I’m feeling” you mutter. It’s true, you’re not jealous, just tired of the same shit, yet he’s so sure of his assumption he chuckles at your denial. Holding your elbow, he guides you to lay beside him, you don’t fight his action, deep down wanting the comfort he extends. 

“Now, now, my kisa, you can’t be jealous at some starry sooka who can’t even compare” 

You sigh, already overwhelmed by his sweet-talk, you just want him to shut up. 

“Don’t” he looks at you, one eyebrow raised in confusion as you interrupt him in the middle of his speech to kiss him lightly. 

“I don’t want to hear it” you whisper as your voice seems to falter slightly by the lump in your throat.  

He smiles his ever-dashing smile, those bright electrifying blue eyes staring at you with a hint of amusement, but this time you don’t really care about it. 

He stares at your lips, holds the back of your head tightly and finally kisses you roughly, it’s hard for you to keep up with him when you feel so close to crying; none the less you continue, allowing yourself the opportunity to block everything out; right now you don’t want to think how bad he really is for you. 

He caresses your leg, his hand lifting your dress allowing him easy access to your ass which he squeezes firmly enough to hurt you just slightly and as you react by throwing your head back to allowing yourself to moan, he quickly takes the space to kiss your neck this time even leaving a trail of bite marks on it and you make a mental note to find a way to cover those later. 

You can feel his hand trying to unfasten the top part of your dress and so you help him, allowing for your exposed breasts to be tasted by him, you moan even harder when you feel him suck especially harsh on one of your nipples. 

“Shit” you curse at him, this time you decide to get back at him by sliding your hand past his underwear and taking his cock in your hand making harsh up and down motions earning you a sudden grunt from him followed by a small laugh. 

“Quite the baddiwad* are you, my kisa, eh?” He manages to let out in between all the groaning 

Your only response comes in the form of a mocking smile, one similar to the many others he had given you 

“I can be even worse” you declare, in an act of petty revenge you press lightly at his injured spot, just enough for the pain to leave him lying on his back once more as you act quickly and climb right on top of him, you make eye contact with him and can tell that he is not only surprised but curious to see where this new found side of you might lead him. You lower yourself until your entrance falls just above his length and start grinding on it. You moan along with his grunts; you can feel him trying to hold himself back from cuming right then and there by gripping your ass and thighs with so much force you can tell he’s trying to anchor himself. 

You make a slight pause as you place your own underwear aside, leaving yourself partially exposed as your dress still hangs by your waist. You lower back onto him, this time allowing him to enter you; you watch as he looks at you with that beastly gaze of him, one full of determination and lust. Wasting no time, you begin riding him, but unlike many times before, this time you only care about your pleasure. 

You can’t tell how many times you danced up and down his cock, whatever the number might be you fasten your own pace when you feel so close and finally you reach it, your head and body naturally lean forward asking for a kiss as you moan a random curse you can’t even remember now. He complies kissing you and allowing yourself a few seconds to catch your breath, but only that...seconds, as he grabs your hips and tries to replicate your movements from moments before. 

But before he can do so, you act faster; pressing once more the sore spot on his chest he is thrown back in bed by the pain and you take the chance to come down from him, stand up, quickly fix your clothes and walk towards the door without allowing him any release. 

You hear him curse at you behind your back and maybe make an attempt to grab you but instead you get the pleasure of slamming the door right in his face. As you bolt through the hallway and out of flatblock 18A where your long-time boyfriend lives, you smile to yourself.  

It might be time for a change in your life... 

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[heranubis]

dullahans first serious cod fic? more likely than you think. originally started this after a bad night of missing my brother and decided to cope writing price. turns out i don't hate this so i decided to polish it up and post it.

major trigger warnings for: referenced sibling death (non graphic but relevant to fic), vaguely accurate angels

UNTIL THE AIR GOES QUIET: archangel john price r/insert (non descriptive) - 1.4k word count

Ever since you were a child, you would talk to angels. Your grandmother would say you had a gift, speaking to God’s children. But that’s not how you saw it. This was a curse. You see them beyond their vessels, not just people but with the changing heads of animals with too many tongues and too sharp teeth. They always smile at you but it feels more a threat than anything gentle or kind. The angels scare you – they know that, yet still they remain. It only gets worse when you lose your brother.

They wear his face sometimes. His red hair and brown eyes. You sit down with your dead brother for dinner again. It’s the last dream you ever want to have. And there’s a new angel – one who smells of blood and iron and his face weathered. He visits you the most often, says his name is John – privately, you call him Judas. He sits with you and your brother, his wings folded against his back, looking deceptively small as he simply sits and observes. He makes you uncomfortable with how much he sees and little he says, but he is always there. John is your new constant, even when the dreams with your brother stop. John is your only constant now; the others seem afraid of him – and part of you can’t help but wonder why.

You don’t dream anymore, but he keeps guard. No nightmare dares get close when John stands guard over your bed with his wings bound tight and arms folded over his chest. He stands tall and proud, every bit of the soldier he was created to be. “They won’t hurt you,” he says, his voice is scratchy, like he hasn’t had to use it in a long time. “I won’t let them close. Sleep as long as you need to.” And you do – for several days and as many nights, you sleep undisturbed. John never removes from his position of guard.

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    Something has changed with this angel – when you look at him you no longer see the heads of bears, wolves, and boars; you simply see a man. His eyes are tired and blue and he smiles so gently at you, as if anything sharper and you will break. He looks at you like he cares, like he wants good and gentle things for you. One day, you work up the bravery to ask why. “Grief is love with no place to go” he says and there is a sadness, a sense of knowing in his eyes. “As you are, once I was” are the last words your angel speaks.

His vow of silence lasts many years – he remains in your shadow, but he does not speak again. He kneels with you, when you pray for your brother, but his lips do not move nor does he fold his hands or close his eyes. There is an anger there, something that bubbles beneath the surface, waiting for eruption. The other angels speak to you again – tell you of John’s punishment. You pray for his absolution – for his sins to be forgiven and his tongue freed of its burden. Not for the first time, your prayers go unanswered.

You don’t believe in god anymore – you like to believe she loved you, once upon a time. What is a mother's love if not giving away her most faithful son and sending him to guard the sheep who has lost its flock. What mother is more worshipped than the one who carves the staff that keeps wolves at bay. What mother turns her back on the creations she crafted with such tenderness that you have both a heart to break and ribs to crack. God tells you he is forgiven – and then she splits you open.

The angels say they love you, but they look upon you with eyes of scorn and judgement. Your back has never born wings, yet the scars remain between your shoulder blades. You have taken John’s punishment as your own, and he speaks to you when not another soul is around to hear. “Never tell anyone,” he whispers in the dead of night – his lips to your ear and all you can feel is how his beard scratches against your skin, how rough and soothing it is. “Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything, ever again.”

You take his words to your very soul – you will never tell anyone of the way your angel looks at you. You do not repeat his secrets – they are yours now, and they will die with you. He tells you one night, as he holds you close to his chest. “Look hard at my wings. There will be no more after me.” And you do – you memorize every feather even as they bleed and meld with his skin and muscle. That is truly the final night you dream, and it is the one that scares you most.

You see god’s face – except there is no face. She is everything and nothing, beautiful and horrible and god. “Your life was never meant to be punishment,” she tells you. “Those are not your scars to carry, sweet one.” You cannot see her eyes, but you can feel as they stare deeply into you, everything you have been or will be. “You are hiding” she says, the silence from before long and heavy and gone. “Why”

“To hide the fact that it’s me.” you finally say – and your voice is not fully your own. John is there, in your shadow, as he always is. You can feel his stare on you, feel his wings as they wrap around you like a shield from her gaze. “To make up for the fact I want to run away, but instead I sit very still. Because I’m afraid.” His wings are hiding you completely now, his face cradled in the crook of your neck and arms wrapped tightly around you, as if afraid you’ll disappear the second he lets go. Your next words are to the man behind you – and you know he knows. “I love you, I don’t know if you like me. I want you to.”

“My child – your angel loves you. He has loved you in every life, and it is his purpose of creation to find you, to covet and adore – but he cannot keep you. Your angel loves you. Let your heart be uncomfortable with that until you find healing.”

That night is the last time you hear god speak – it is the first time your eyes open to John wrapped around you. His wings are curled around you like a shell, a barrier from the outside world. He loves you – that is his punishment. You want to be yourself again, you want to stop knowing everything that you know. He opens those hauntingly blue eyes, and you only see the face of a man. “We are made to serve,” he whispers. His voice is as gentle as his touch as he buries his face (his shame) between the scars on your back. “I hope you want more for us, too.”

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  You don’t hear the angels anymore. You were merciful, and now all will know of you – that's what John says to fill the silence. Your kindness does not save you from the sin of loving that which is forbidden, but it earns you sympathy, affection. He tells you of the whispers, things that will never reach your ears. You are young and learning how to live, so they will watch over you just as John has.

They will keep you safe, they will love you as one of their own. But mainly they say it’s ok that you loved John. He is big and old and scarred, they said he would be loved. They say it cannot be a mistake to have loved, it cannot be an error to have tried. it cannot be incorrect to have tried.

There is only one more thing they say before all is silent except for John’s snores beside you – he loves you. Your brother, who has seen your angel in the dreams and given him his blessing. Your brother, who knows he leaves you in good and gentle hands. Your brother, who knows your angel who has forsaken his wings to live with you in this life. Your brother, who has denied this love it’s inevitable tragedy.

There is no one left to love you, so John will love you.

[catboyfics]

Lure [part II]

i'm so sorry this took so long!! school's been kicking my ass and i haven't been super motivated to write. i felt really bad about making you wait so long, though!! i hope you like it :>

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𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴: Alice In Borderland

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: chishiya x gn reader

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 & 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: angst; gender neutral reader; spoilers for aib season 2, violence (this'll be bad), mentions of vomit, death, self-resentment

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺: 3k

Your footsteps were purposefully quiet as you made your way to the side of the building you’d sought shelter in. You palms started to sweat again as you held on tight to your gun. It was your only chance.

Chishiya and Kuina went to the other side, running out quickly because the King was distracted. You weren’t sure where they went, but you really hoped they would be okay.

“We’ll lure him into the alley so the blimp can’t send him ammo.” Aguni’s voice rung in your ears. You were watching the King intently, trying to spot any weaknesses. “Then we’ll lure him into the drugstore. I’ll sprint for it. Then you guys enter that alley and lure him in.”

"Got it." Usagi confirmed, looking back at you and the others. You nodded at her, thinking through the plan one more time. And if anything went wrong, Chishiya and Kuina would be able to help.

You were ready, you decided. This had to go well, you'd make sure of it.

"Arisu. You fill the store with aerosol fumes."

"Right." He nodded, looking at Aguni as he explained the plan. You watched the man as well, palm clenching around your gun, finger resting terrifyingly on the trigger.

And then you were gone. Aguni had left first and the others had followed. You looked behind you as you ran, trusting your allies to keep you safe as your eyes searched for Kuina and Chishiya. You gulped down whatever was in your throat, which you could be convinced was your heart. Your shins ached as your shoes collided with the tarmac, ducking behind a car as gunshots rang out.

You peeked up above the car and saw the King looking at you guys, making eye contact with you and shooting immediately. You ducked back down, looking to Aguni for instructions. He himself peeked over the gun and fired a few shots at the King to create an opportunity for your team to rush further.

You all sprinted the final leg to the alleyway, taking your positions, hidden. You rushed through the maze of turns, taking your spot in a perpendicular alleyway. You lifted your gun and took a couple deep breaths. When you peeked out, you aimed for his feet. You doubted you'd kill him, but you could at least try to immobilize him. The thunderous cracks rushed to your ears, making your head hurt momentarily.

And then the King was shooting back at you, and you rushed into cover. Another set of gunshots ripped through the air, An. Her shots made the King stumble and gave you a chance to rush at him with your knife. You sprinted as fast as you could at the bald man and rugby tackled him, pulling your knife and trying to stab his leg. He grabbed your arm in a tight grip, making you grimace. Asshole. You pulled up your knee and planted it right in his crotch.

You winced as your knee struck solid metal and you realized he was wearing some type of guard. You cursed under your breath, ducking as he swiped at you. You tripped and fell back, cursing again as you stared down the barrel of his gun. Time seemed to slow down, but you were brought back into reality by the two gunshots that knocked him off balance. You scrambled back up onto your feet and took one last swipe at the King before scrambling off to avoid being shot by An.

"Shit! Watch where you're shooting, if I die because of you, it's on your hands!" You called as the King turned and took shots at An.

"I'm not gonna hit you!" She called back, clearly confident in her shooting skills. You just didn't want to die, was that so much to ask?

You hid behind the a corner that obscured you from the King's sight in the alleyway, watching as Heiya climbs on the roof of a car and preps an arrow. You sprint over to behind the car, hearing the arrow release and plant itself into the glass of the vending machine right where the King's head would've been had he not moved. God, this entire thing would be so much easier if the King didn't fucking move.

Suddenly, the gunshots were redirected at you and Heiya, and she jumped down off the car right in front of you, beckoning for you to follow her. The gunshots sounded different, though. They weren't quick. He'd ran out of ammo. That was good. That was really good.

And everything goes quiet. You can hear your breathing, you can feel the sweat dripping down your brow, but gunshots no longer ring out as you run with Heiya into new positions. Eventually, there's a restaurant to your left and you run into it, hiding behind a table. You can finally catch your breath. You close your eyes, clammy palms clinging onto the gun as if it's the only chance you've got. It is.

You watch as the King slowly walks past the shop you're in, gun drawn. You raise your own gun, noticing his bulletproof vest missing. You track him with the gun, but you don't shoot. It's finally calm.

And suddenly, gunshots ring out again. It's loud again, and you rush out of the restaurant, taking rogue shots at the King as he crouched behind the corner the Aguni is watching. He turns his gun back to you and takes a couple shots but luckily, none of them hit as you rush back into the store.

There's more shooting, fast shooting. You peek out of the restaurant again, trying to see what's happening. The King is no longer cowering behind a corner, he's shooting aggressively at the spot Aguni used to stand. And then you see an opportunity, and you take it. There's a food cart right next to you, and the doors on that side of the shop aren't fully closed. You can see the King walking down the alley.

You grab a hold of the food cart and sprint, yelling as you push past the wooden doors in an attempt to barrel into him. You don't crash into him as you were hoping, but you do get him on the ground. A vending machine crashes to the ground beside you but he rolls out of the way. Usagi is jumping from AC unit to AC unit, knocking them all down as you take shots at him with your pistol. But all good things must come to an end and your pistol stops shooting. You rush back into the restaurant and reload your gun, grabbing a magazine from your back pocket and filling the empty slot.

You hear gunshots outside the shop and peek your head out, seeing Aguni firing wildly at the King. He rolls out of the way and out of sight, and you spy Aguni rushing out of his corner to run at him. They grapple a bit before you peek out, finished reloading your gun, and fire some shots at the King. Your hands clench nervously at the idea of shooting Aguni.

Your move is mimicked around, other shots firing before Heiya fires her bow at point blank at the King. You sigh, ducking back behind the corner. Finally, it must be over. There's no way the King could dodge a shot like that. Then, you hear more gunshots and peak out back from behind the corner to see that the King is still standing. You rush over to the other side of the street, ducking next to An behind the fallen vending machine as the King shoots wildly at you, An, and Heiya.

You notice another alleyway on your right and lunge over the vending machine trying to get to it. More shots fire, one grazing your arm and making you yelp. Once you're under cover, you inspect your would, using your opposite sleeve to absorb the spilled blood. You grimace as the sting spreads painfully through your arm at the pressure.

From the main alley, you hear Aguni grunting and you panic, peaking out to see the King slamming his head violently into the wall. Suddenly, so quickly you could hardly see what exactly happened, the King rolled over, holding tight onto Aguni's machine gun and kicking him. Aguni went flying, landing in a pile of cardboard boxes and you could almost feel the pain of whatever just happened.

You ducked back behind the corner, checking how much ammo your gun had. It still had a few shots, so you peeked out again and send a couple bullets flying at the King (who was reloading the machine gun he'd grabbed from Aguni) before ducking back behind the corner. Suddenly, you heard Usagi shout and peeked out again, seeing her flying toward the King.

They wrestled for a bit before he threw her near the alley where you were hiding. You peaked out reaching your hand out to grab her and pull her behind cover with you when Heiya leapt off the vending machine with her knife pulled and tried to get a stab at the King. You scowled as he sent her flying as well.

You gripped the cold metal of your gun with unusually steady hands and took a few more shots at the King before you ducked back behind your cover to reload it. An was shooting at the same time as you and one of her shots landed, planting itself right into the King's chest.

You beckoned for An to join you and Usagi in the alleyway as Heiya grappled with the King over Aguni's machine gun. Suddenly, An murmured, "Shit," and you peeked out to see the King taking aim at Aguni.

You yelled right as Heiya leapt up and tried to redirect the barrel of Aguni's gun, only able to aim it down. Aim it right into her stomach. You turned back behind the corner as you heard gunshots and tried your hardest not to belch. You heard Heiya's grunting as she fell to the ground. The machine gun, which you assumed was empty, was discarded onto the ground with a hollow clatter.

An leapt out from behind your corner and took a few shots at him. None of them hit home. He whipped around, grabbing his pistol from its holster and shot her twice. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as tears gathered in your eyes and you pressed one hand against your mouth to muffle your cries.

"An!" Usagi cried. Heiya's whimpers rang through your ears. Everything felt so loud and you just wanted to crumple into a ball and give up. You cursed yourself, and everyone else, and whatever sadistic monster put you and your friends here. You cursed them all as tears spilled down your newly blood-splattered face.

Aguni let out a scream comparable to a battle cry, scraping the stones on the pavement as he got up. You could hear a gunshot and a collision, but you didn't peak out from behind the corner. You wiped desperately at your wetted eyes with the back of your hand, trying to clear your vision to get a good shot. You could end this. In the background, you could hear Aguni's grunts as he repeatedly smashed his fist into the King's face.

You peaked out of the corner you hid behind, holding your gun in sweaty, trembling hands. Your eyes kept welling with tears that no matter how many times you wiped them would never leave. You tried to aim through your blurry vision, pulling on the trigger and stumbling back from the recoil.

You cried out in frustration as the bullet planted itself into the wall next to the King, more tears gathering in your eyes. As you looked onwards to Aguni beating the King into the concrete wall, though, he crumpled down and Aguni pulled out his pistol.

The barrel of the gun pressed into the King's temple, and, for you, time seemed to slow down. Your mouth opened, the start of a cry escaping your lips as Aguni pulled the trigger.

Just in time, though, the King ducked further down and out of the way, using one of his hands to unload the gun. You opened fire frantically as Aguni resumed punching him. The bullets all went awry, the closest shots only grazing Aguni or planting themselves in the wall.

It took a couple of clicks for you to register that your gun was all out of bullets, and you ducked behind cover. Tears streamed like rivers down your face and blood still flowed from the graze on your arm. You heard a sickening combo of grunting and thumping and crashing as Aguni beat the King and you once again had to fight not to heave.

When you once again peeked out of the alley, the King was landed in a pile of trash cans with Aguni standing over him ever so menacingly. He was grabbing his leg, and, before you knew it, launching him into the concrete wall on the other side of the alley. A gunshot rang out, echoing infinitely in your head and you ducked back behind the corner. You frantically searched through all your pockets, but you were all out of ammo. Bile rose up your throat and everything seemed to ache. Your head hurt and your face felt numb from all the tears streaming over it.

You shut your eyes tightly and quickly snatched the gun clenched in An's motionless hand. Three bullets. You had to end this. You had hardly heard all the thumping and grunting over your tears and the pounding of your heartbeat in your head. When you peeked out from behind the corner once again, they were both crawling on the ground.

The King clambered on top of Aguni and started punching him in the head, over and over and over and over again. You felt bile try to rise up your throat again. You tried to hold your hands steady but the shaking kept throwing your aim off. On top of the tears, you wouldn't even be able to shoot someone from point blank range.

The King wrapped his arm around Aguni's neck in a chokehold and you started firing uselessly, all of the bullets missing by miles. You kept desperately trying to pull the trigger but all it awarded you was a quiet click and continuing to see Aguni's pained face as he was choked to death.

Having enough, you threw the empty gun to the side and leapt at the King, tumbling a couple times before ending up on top of him. You tried punching him frantically, screams tearing your throat with each strike. More tears of frustration just welled in your eyes as he used his arm to block your punches.

With his other arm, he started redirecting your punches. One of your fists flew into the ground and you grimaced. He used the leverage of your arm to flip you over, head banging painfully against the ground.

You struggled as he reached back and unsheathed a knife. The next thing you knew, searing pain was burning through your body as he pulled the dagger out of your side. You screamed, tears flowing from your eyes like an overfilled dam had suddenly broken. Hot fire escaped from your throat as a scream, but no matter the pain in your throat the pain in your side was infinitely worse.

He plunged the dagger in again and your screams only intensified. You squeezed your eyes shut and just wished you could write all this off as a bad dream. You were going to die, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were going to die on the dirty, hard ground. You were going to be stabbed to death trying to do something that was basically impossible anyways.

You had tried so hard. Why did it have to end up like this? You had put all of your strength, all of your mind into this plan. This was your once chance and you had fucked it up.

The knife plunged into you again and again and again and it felt like it would never stop. Your throat felt raw from all the screaming. You could feel hot blood flowing from out of your side. You tried so desperately to push the King off of you but he was just too strong and you were too weak. It was fooling of you to ever believe you were strong enough to survive this sadistic game. You should've given up at the start.

Usagi lunged at the King and pried him off of you, screaming terribly. All you could feel was pain. You wondered if that was all you ever knew. The throbbing seemed to spread all around your body and your groans felt never ending. You could feel something pulling you. Sleep. You shut your eyes and let the darkness take you. Now the only thing you could feel was your chest rising and falling shallowly.

Chishiya's POV

"Kuina, it's a massacre. We need to go help them. They're all going to die." Chishiya insisted, voice desperate and tense with urgency.

"If you go, you'll just die to." Kuina consoled quietly, looking down at the concrete roof of the building they were perched atop.

"Kuina, this is the only chance that we have to save them! They're going to die if we don't do anything!"

Kuina shook her head no, a hardened expression on her face as she looked up into the sky. She grabbed Chishiya's hand and started dragging him away from the edge of the roof. They went down the staircase to the bottom of the building. Everything was quiet, the shadow of the metal blimp blocking them from the light as they marched silently through the streets.

There were only a few thoughts spinning around in his head, for once. It felt so empty. He could only think about you, about how you looked so helpless. You couldn't be dead, right? You were strong. Chishiya knew you were strong.

Suddenly, a loud crashing noise came from above, and Kuina and Chishiya both looked up. The blimp was coming crashing down.

Chishiya wasn't going to let you die. He turned on his heel and ran back, determined to save you no matter what.

man im sorry that took so long. i don't really like the ending but i'm finished so i'm happy enough with that. this fic has ended up being really long. thanks for reading it <3

[hyukastuffies]

Wip | Kim Seungmin

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Seungmin knows it's fucked up wanting his best friends girlfriend but he couldn't help it. It was Jeongins fucking fault anyway. He shouldn't have sent him that video..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Mentions of nude videos, masterbation, multiple orgasms, subby?seungmin (yes this is a warning), overstimulation

𝐀/𝐍: Um hi! <3 This is a small section of a bigger oneshot? I'm working on. I just wanted to get this out because I take a really long time to write. I've been nervous because it's like my first smut kinda (not really but you get it right?) But anyways i hope you like it..<3 Thanks to @spicyfrogbrain for helping me fix mistakes ! <3

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6 months ago Seungmin was in his dorm alone, scrolling through Instagram when he got a notification from Jeongin. He figured he needed help with classwork like the idiot he was but when he opened his text he did not expect to see a video of you. Well, it wasn't just a video of you. It was a mirror video you sent to Jeongin and in this particular video you were seated on the floor, adorned only in underwear, which you pulled to the side to reveal how soaked you were for your boyfriend while biting on your lip. You then inserted your middle finger into your heat moaning Jeongjn's name so prettily. You flashed your big doe eyes at the camera as innocently as you could while slipping another finger in. Just as you moaned out again you ended the video, a clear motive of wanting to tease.

Seungmin had never heard moans as pretty as that and never thought he would. Just like you never thought for a second that it would end up being sent to Seungmin's phone.

Seungmin didn't expect it to get send to him. He also didn't expect to get rock hard but that's not the point.

Stupid Idiot Fox

*Attachment sent*

She's so hot ain't she..

Bro what the hell is wrong w/u

Does she even know you sent that?

Well of course she doesn't know

Dumbass now answer my question..

Yeah i guess she's hot or whatever

i guess.Fucking idiot istg.Don't

come crying to me when she dumps

your ass.

To be quite honest seungmin wasn't annoyed at all that jeongin sent him that. In fact, as soon as he seen a couple seconds of the video he saved it to his phone and stashed it in a private folder. From then on seungmin couldn't stop thinking about you and how it would feel to touch you.

On some late nights like yesterday, when he was alone and needy he would palm himself through his boxers until he was hard enough to take his cock out. He always got so hot watching you play with yourself. He would grip himself tight and stroke slow eventually picking up his pace like he imagined you would. He would hiss when he spit in his hand twisting it over his red, angry tip.

He would moan your name loud as his head fell back onto his headboard. Every stroke of his cock felt so fucking amazing when he watched you. He was so close. He needed you. Needed to feel that pretty pussy around him. Needed to show you how good you could feel with him under you.

"Fuck y/n I'm so close to cumming please" He bucked his hips into his hand frantically when you moaned Jeongjn's name through the speaker. "S- so fucking hot baby fuck. Fuck!" He mewled out a string of curse words, body shaking as he shot his warm sticky cum all over his hand and stomach.

He kept toying with himself for hours after that, edging himself with both hands to your video until he was a pathetic, writhing mess on his bed covered in his cum from multiple earth shattering orgasms.

"Mmm you're going to make me cum again, please it hurts, i want it so bad" He mumbles as he milks his last orgasm from his body. His phone falls from it's position on the bed but he couldn't bring himself to care since he was already sinking into his mattress, drifting to sleep.

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◦ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ :: cursing, pda ( very light ), use of weapons - guns, violence - fist fighting, choking, mc gets backhanded, non-major character death, fear of falling, mentions of domestic abuse, use of pet name - kitten, mild description of a panic attack

◦ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ :: this chapter took me FOREVER to write. I think I lost steam a couple of times while writing and started thinking about other stories to write or chapters far off in the future. it was rough man lmao. I gave up on pre-writing as well. the chapters will come out when they come out 😭 (( but I will try to aim for fridays )) I hope you enjoy! 

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Just like you thought, Jeongguk dropped you off at your room after an intense make-out session. He kissed you good night and walked down the hall, returning to his room. Maybe tonight, you'd be able to get some real rest. You did have an extremely productive day. You crawled into bed after changing into some pajamas. Your bed never was this comfortable before. In no time, you were fast asleep.

You woke up to the sounds of muffled yelling. It sounded like Seokjin and Solar were having another experimental night. As you sat up while rubbing your eyes, you realized one of the voices sounded a little too deep. You sighed deeply, having only an hour of sleep at most. Feeling fully awake, you hopped off your bed and briefly walked to your door. You cracked it open, peeking your head out into the hallway.

"Get the fuck out!" Seokjin yelled.

Their door then opened. "With fucking pleasure!" Hoseok yelled back. Your eyes widened, chills running down your spine as you opened the door. You leaned against the frame, overthinking your breathing as it may have been too loud. You've never heard Hoseok actually yell before. It didn't help that the house was quiet, with the odd creaking of the old floorboards settling into place. Hoseok soon stepped out into the hallway. The dim glow from the hallway window barely illuminated him. He turned his head, looking into the room. "If you just asked me to leave, we wouldn't even have this issue. You're completely inconsiderate."

Then there was a groan, assuming it was Seokjin, before the door slammed in Hoseok's face. Hoseok snickered, pulling out his phone from his pocket. He began frantically typing away, cursing as he shook his head. He glanced up for a second, his eyes meeting yours. You inhaled as he took a few steps toward you.

"You OK?" You asked softly.

He nodded his head, "Just fed up, honestly."

"Totally understandable…" You shifted awkwardly for a moment. You were still sour about him decking you in the face, and him moving on as if it didn't happen didn't help. It's been nearly two weeks since, and you still don't know how to feel about it. You know Hoseok was doing his job, but that didn't excuse it from hurting. At the same time, you kinda wish you wouldn't have put him in that position, either. But for the past week, you've listened to that same door open and close, followed by angry footsteps until they faded out. That couch was comfortable but not enough for anyone to sleep on consecutively. You could dislike him as much as you wanted to, but you weren't cruel enough to deny help to someone in need.

"You want my room?"

Hoseok raised an eyebrow inquisitively before chuckling softly. You were indeed something special. You have no reason to be nice to him, especially after what happened. But here you were, offering the very little you had.

"And where were you gonna sleep?" He questioned.

Your eyes widen, glancing away from him for a second, "Uh…." You quietly cursed under your breath. Hoseok smirked, making a whip sound with his mouth. A smile grew on your lips despite the heat rushing to your cheeks. "Shut up, this isn't about me…," you whispered, though your tone was more playful than harsh.

"I'm just saying," you could hear the grin in his voice. Mr. Know-It-All. "But I'm fine. I'm gonna get a room for the night."

"OK, good. That's much better than being on the couch."

"I'm assuming you're still going to his room, though."

Your face started to burn once again as you pushed at his chest, causing a soft laugh to erupt from him. Hoseok was right anyway. If you were being honest with yourself, it didn't even take loud obscenities to make you escape down the hall. A pen could've dropped, and it would've been enough reason to sleep in Jeongguk's bed. He walked ahead of you, knowing your footsteps would follow in the same direction. Then he stopped, which prompted you to do the same. He turned around to meet you. Even in the dark hallway, you could see a prominent frown on his face.

“Y/N…” Hoseok startled quietly. He hesitated, causing you to tilt your head to the side slightly. "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I didn't want to hit you that day. I hate hitting people or any kind of violence, so I drive the cars solely. I just kinda panicked and didn't know what to do. If I didn't return to the house, or without you, I…" He trailed off, his eyes now looking past you as his mind wandered to the different endings playing in his head. All of them ended badly.

Just as you expected, it was a part of his job. He wasn't like Taehyung, who seemed to get a buzz from hitting you. The fact that he even stopped to apologize made you realize how this was affecting him more than you. A non-violent person committing violence in fear of his boss? If you were in his shoes, you wouldn't have thought twice. "It's fine," you said. "I get it. You had to do what you had to do."

"You sure? I mean, you don't have to forgive me. I wasn't looking for that. I just wanted you to know that I am genuinely sorry, and it won't happen again."

You stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. Where you came from, apologies were scarce. Your father barely made a mistake; it was still your fault if he did. Your various stepmothers soon adopted that ideology as well. I'm sorry became a term to always fall from your lips and never anyone else's. You always thought people apologized only to be forgiven, but Hoseok doesn't want that?

Hoseok watched as the wheels turned in your head, his lips forming a sad smile. He touched your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. "Have a good night, Y/N." He nodded before turning around and walking towards the staircase. He left you with your thoughts, trying to figure out why he wouldn't want to be forgiven. His apology sat in you weirdly because of this. Could it be that he valued this blooming friendship more than being pardoned? Was he going to allow you to take whatever time you needed, and he would be there with his sunshine smile and teasing words?

You sighed, deciding this was a topic to further process after some sleep. You continued on the familiar path to Jeongguk's door. You developed a special knock so he would know when it was you on the other side. You tapped your knuckles against the wooden partition twice, then, after three seconds, you knocked once more.

Jeongguk opened the door right away. "Took you long enough."

You raised an eyebrow slightly as a smirk formed on your lips. "Says the one who opened the door in half a second."

Jeongguk rolled his eyes as he smiled lazily, making your heart skip a beat. This man. He stepped to the side to allow you to walk in. You took steps to his bed, a trail you could do in your sleep.

"You know I only come here for your bed, right?"

He snorted, "Yeah, OK."

As you crawled into the side closest to the bathroom, he got in on the opposite side. The weather was getting warmer, so Jeongguk only had a thin blanket on his bed to keep the both of you warm.

"It's the truth," you said after hearing the disbelief in his voice. "This bed is like a slice of heaven."

As you stared at the wall, trying to make sense of the artwork hanging on his walls, you lazily felt his arm drape over your midsection. The gap between you two was way too wide for either of your likings. He moved forward while pulling you back into him, your back becoming flush with his chest. It was this. This was the tiny sliver of heaven that kept you coming back almost every night. Feeling how your frame fit into his so effortlessly. How his arm ensured you were close and protected. Feeling his hand slip underneath your shirt just so his fingertips could caress your smooth skin. Heat ran to your cheeks for the umpteenth time tonight. What were you, some middle school girl? Blushing at such a simple act like he wasn't the same man to have your panties around your ankles earlier. His nose then brushed against your nape, indicating he was getting comfortable. It would only be a few seconds before he fell asleep.

Jeongguk hummed contently, inhaling your semi-sweet scent. After everything today, this was the only way he could see ending it. He's been up since he dropped you at your room, waiting for you to come crawling into his bed complaining about some noise. Maybe you were a light sleeper, but considering how often you slept through his alarm, maybe not. You both grew accustomed to this — the cuddles, the warmth, the impromptu kisses, the softness.

"Whatever you say, smalls."

The way his breath tickled your skin left it aching for more. You inhaled deeply, convincing yourself to keep those thoughts away. You placed your hand over his own, intertwining your fingers with his as you let your eyes flutter shut. Like this, it took only a short time for both of you to fall asleep.

Jeongguk's alarm went off like it does every morning, and you ignored it like you do every morning. As Jeongguk sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he noticed how much you moved in your sleep. Though you started spooning, you winded up laying diagonally across Jeongguk's bed. One of your legs was intertwined with his own while your arm and pillow were barely even on the mattress. He stared at you, perplexed about how one could be comfortable while you slept peacefully. You looked pleased, at least. Your hand was underneath your shirt, exposing your midriff and panties to him. This girl, he thought to himself. He glanced at his phone screen; if only he had more time, he knew you wouldn't have minded being woken up to a few well-placed kisses. He untangled himself from your legs, causing you to whine as the bed moved around too suddenly. But as soon as he got up and it settled, you quickly returned to your deep slumber. He looked at you for a moment — your hair sprawled out all over the place in combination with your light snoring was enough to make the corners of his lips smile. He walked over to you and brushed the hair out of your face before kissing your forehead. You hummed quietly, lips forming a half smile before fading. He grabbed a random shirt from his drawer before leaving his room.

"Morning," Jimin said, startling Jeongguk as he barely got the door closed. He looked at the man across the hall, leaning against his door frame with his arms folded over his chest. He noticed a slight tone to his voice like he was annoyed Jeongguk ever got out of bed.

"Uh, good morning," Jeongguk replied somewhat awkwardly as he pulled the shirt over his head. He started walking towards the staircase, and Jimin joined him.

"Had enough rest? I didn't hear you come up until late." His demeanor didn't change in the slightest. What could've Jeongguk done to make him so annoyed when he just woke up?

"Yeah, Y/N and I were discussing some things." The topic at hand was about how good your lips felt against his, mixed in with a bit of temptation to repeat the activities that took place earlier that day.

"Mhm, I'm sure there was a lot of talking between you two."

Jeongguk stopped in his tracks, staring at the back of the blonde's head as he walked down the stairs. What was his issue this morning? He wasn't so concerned about Jeongguk's sleeping habits before, and he usually doesn't have that much attitude in the morning. With pinched brows, Jeongguk continued down the steps and into the dining area. Namjoon was already sitting at the head of the table, waiting for everyone to take their seats. Namjoon was quick to give out assignments as breakfast was being served.

"Oh," Namjoon voiced before swallowing. "JK, Y/N still needs clothes, right?" The younger nodded, humming in agreement while his mouth was stuffed with pancakes funded by Seokjin. "Take her to the mall today, and use the same card as yesterday." Jeongguk nodded again, smiling to himself slightly. He enjoyed his one-on-one time with you, and not only because you were very attracted to one another. You were fun to talk to and tease. He loved seeing your cute, pissed-off face. You really thought you were intimidating like that. It was also a plus to have the night end like yesterday, with you pushed against the car, unraveling under his touch.

Jeongguk was huffing and puffing quietly as you walked through the mall. He trailed begrudgingly behind you and Jimin, half listening to you two as you caught up. Jimin has been going out on many assignments, sometimes with Namjoon even, which left him completely exhausted by the end of the day. Last night was your first time around him since the dinner party. The crowded mall only aided his irritation, not allowing him to eavesdrop appropriately because of all the outside noises. If he had to guess, Jimin was probably sweet talking you. Telling you how great the food was last night, making you blush, saying how you need to cook for him again. He really knew how to get under Jeongguk's skin, especially when it came to you.

You glanced over your shoulder to peek at Jeongguk, giggling once you noticed his signature angry pout. "What's wrong, Ggukie?"

"Nothing," he pouted. God, you were gonna kill him with that nickname. His heart can't keep racing like this whenever it leaves your lips.

You shook your head with a smile planted on your lips before leading the two men into a store you would frequent. It had cute basics for a low price. Despite growing up wealthy, you were never one to seek out name-brand clothing solely for the name. If it was cute, you'd buy it, but if you found something more appealing at a cheaper place, you would catch yourself debating if the name-brand item was even worth it. You stood towards the side of the entrance to avoid blocking traffic flow. Jeongguk stood beside you, and Jimin stopped in front of you both.

Jeongguk then eyed Jimin. "Why did you have to come?" He asked bluntly.

Jimin's brow furrowed as he looked at him. He raised his shoulders, shrugging a little. "Just a precaution. You guys took four hours just to grab some groceries."

Was it really that long? You thought to yourself.

"OK, but have you tried going grocery shopping? It's a lot, especially when you have to feed a football team." You sold the lie well, your poker face not wavering even under Jimin's intense stare. Jeongguk let out a small chuckle as Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, alright. Namjoon just wanted me to keep an eye on you two."

"For what? We don't need a babysitter," Jeongguk commented.

"Exactly. We're grown," you co-signed, standing a little closer to Jeongguk.

Jimin's eyes danced between both of you, shaking his head once he decided being tag-teamed wasn't worth it. He may have suggested to Namjoon that a third set of hands would make things go as quickly as possible, only after the events of last night. He knew that it didn't take that long to go grocery shopping. He was incredibly familiar with it since Seokjin declared him his errand boy. To think that you guys were slick. Like he didn't notice the longing stares or the late-night talks you seemed to have. After Jimin walked away, you and Jeongguk approached a clothing rack. You wanted to avoid anything flashy or actually cute, considering you would spend who knows how long in the house. You just needed some comfy clothes, and some clothes for when the weather got warmer.

"What about this?" Jeongguk asked as he held up a pair of grey shorts.

You looked at the shorts briefly before narrowing your eyes at him. "Fuck no, those would be panties on me!"

A slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he wiggled his brows at you. "That's the point."

Your jaw dropped slightly, reaching out to playfully slap his arm that held the shorts. "Shut up!" Jeongguk chuckled as you turned away to resume looking for yourself. "Find me some sweatpants or something…."

"But you look so good without pants," he mumbled.

Your eyes went wide for a second while heat rushed to your cheeks. "What?!" You exclaimed, glancing at him. You heard what he said but wanted him to repeat it for confirmation. Was he bold enough?

He raised an eyebrow slightly, accepting your challenge as he approached you. How he maintained eye contact with you made you a little weak in the knees. "I said," he started, his tone low.

"Is this gonna take long?" Jimin's voice suddenly bouncing in your ears startled you. You backed away from Jeongguk, causing you to bump into Jimin. You glanced up at him, quietly apologizing as you resumed your place between the two men.

"No," you answered, "I just need some essentials."

Jimin then proceeded to hold up a crop top and shorts combo. The texture of the fabric was plush, like a blanket, and the color was a pretty pastel blue. "Do you like this?"

"Yes!" You chirped as you reached out to touch it. You could already imagine how it would feel on your skin. "This is so perfect."

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, and Jimin smiled down at you. He then held up the same pair of shorts from earlier. "But these are too short?!" He said, causing you to turn your head towards him. "They're practically the same length!"

Jimin pressed his lips together to form a line capable of holding back his laughter while you rolled your eyes. You sighed deeply. "The material matters too!" You exclaimed as if he should know this. "These," you tugged on the shorts Jimin was holding, "have a thicker fabric!"

"It can't matter that much!"

"My ass would devour those," you deadpanned as you reached out to grab the other pair of shorts. You pulled at the material before glaring at the man. "Look! They even become see-through when stretched!"

"So don't bend over," Jeongguk shrugged.

"Are you gonna pick up everything I drop if I get them?" You questioned while raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Jimin chimed in, "you gonna be her hand and foot boy?"

Jeongguk glared at you and Jimin while you guys laughed.

"You know what?" You said before grabbing the shorts from Jeongguk and putting them in the growing pile. "I'll get them just to see that happen," you grinned.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, fighting the corners of his lips to not mirror your contagious smile. "You guys are both assholes."

"Aww, but you like it," you said playfully. Jeongguk huffed quietly, finally letting a smile form on his lip as he turned away from you. The three of you continued to search around the intermediate area. Occasionally, one of the men will call out your name for approval for something they picked out. Soon enough, you had a small pile growing. Jeongguk's phone ringing caused you to turn your head towards him.

"Hold on," he said while digging in his pocket for the device. He glanced at the screen with furrowed brows. "I gotta take this." He mumbled before walking away. Jimin watched you watch Jeongguk, eyes lingering a little longer on the man as he walked away before returning to the clothing. What was this build-up inside of him? It was heavy in his chest and exceptionally annoying. He shook it off for now, deciding to revisit it later.

"So, the grocery store was packed?" Jimin asked.

"Eh," you shrugged while looking at a shirt, "not really. There was just a lot of stuff to get."

"Were hickies on that list as well?"

Your eyes grew wide, gulping as your face began to heat up. Your hand subconsciously went to your neck, feeling the particularly tender section of skin. "It's a mosquito bite…"

"Bullshit," Jimin chuckled, that feeling growing inside him. "I know too well what a hickey looks like." You inhaled deeply, accepting defeat as you nodded and resumed looking. Your mind searched for ways to bribe him instantly. He had to know that you guys hooked up at least once now, and you couldn't see why he would keep that to himself. "You know he's not a good guy, right?"

That was the last thing you thought he was going to say.

"Well, neither are you," you replied casually.

Jimin glanced away from the clothes to look at you, taken aback for a second. “I…uh…”

"You're in the mafia," you continued despite his stuttering. "I'm sure you've both killed people, stolen from people, and sold drugs. That doesn't necessarily make you good either."

The corners of Jimin's lips formed into a slight frown. "Yeah, sure, but some of us do it because we don't have a choice. Some of us are forced into it."

You froze briefly, his words hitting a little too close to home. You looked up at him with those eyes that made him weak in the knees. Could it be possible that he didn't want this life either? But he seemed so comfortable here, doing whatever Namjoon asked with ease.

He cleared his throat, abruptly stopping your thoughts. "That wasn't my point." He regained his confidence with each word. "He's not good in relationships."

Why was he telling you this? It's not like you had feelings for Jeongguk. He's just…, nice sometimes and really good at sex. Sure, he's also kinda funny, handsome, protective of you, comes to your defense, makes sure you're OK…

Shit.

But he's an asshole. He kidnapped you. And is forcing you to work with them while they hold you captive. Plus, he says some inconsiderate things and riles you up on purpose. You glanced in his direction again, quietly hoping he would give you some weird look to confirm your doubts. But instead, as soon as your eyes lock, he offers you a smile and a little wave with his free hand, making your heart flip.

Shit.

You looked away from him. "We're not dating." It was more of a reminder to yourself than a response to Jimin. You focused on the clothes before you, feeling the fabric between your fingers.

"Well, you surely aren't just friends," Jimin countered.

Your eyes shifted to Jimin, brows furring slightly. "Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Because I consider you a friend!" He answered quickly. "I don't want you to get hurt…" His tone then softened, eyebrows pinching upwards slightly as he looked down at you.

Your features softened as well, glancing away. "No one will get hurt because no feelings are involved."

Jimin sighed loudly, looking over at the cause of this conversation. He's seen so many girls go down this path and end up destroyed. So many radiant smiles were dimmed because of this man. He couldn't let that happen to you as well. "You sure?" He asked while he returned his gaze to you.

You looked over towards Jeongguk one last time. He was still on the phone. You could see his brows squished together as he tried to focus, pressing his lips together. You gripped onto the clothing in your hand as you looked away. "Yeah," you almost whispered, uncertainty hovering around the word, "I'm sure."

After a few moments of silence, Jeongguk rejoined you two. He instantly felt how different the energy was compared to when he left. There was tension, leaving him to wonder what you guys talked about while he was away. He placed a hand on your lower back, forming goosebumps on your skin. "You almost done?" He asked you in a gentle tone. "Or do you wanna go to a different store?"

Your eyes met with his for only a second before you looked away. You handed him the pile of clothes you accumulated while you've been in the store. "This should be fine. Let's go." Jeongguk barely heard you. He had to put the pieces together as you walked towards the register. Jeongguk looked at Jimin, exchanging the same look of concern. Jeongguk followed after you, causing the other to sigh. It was like watching the same movie with new characters repeatedly.

Once Jeongguk finally caught up to you, he stood by your side. "What's wrong?" He whispered, looking down at you.

"Nothing," you said quietly. You avoided eye contact with him altogether, staring at the ground instead.

Jeongguk didn't accept this, though. His brows furrowed, shifting the pile of clothes to one arm. With his free hand, he cupped your chin and tilted your head upwards. Once your eyes locked with his, it suddenly felt like a damn burst open. All your feelings for this man you've been shoving away overflowed, spilling into every crevice of your being as you melted into his touch. Butterflies filled your stomach as you saw concern in his eyes, making you doubt if anything Jimin said was true.

"I know something is wrong." His tone was so genuine, sweet, and comforting all at once. "So, if you want, whenever you want to talk about it, I'm here."

You nodded once, allowing the corners of his lips to turn upward into a small smile. After he paid for the clothes, the three of you leave the store and walk towards the entrance you parked near. Jimin and Jeongguk were in front, leading while they discussed the details of something you paid no mind to. Instead, you silently followed behind, absentmindedly sipping the lemonade Jeongguk brought you while your mind wandered elsewhere. Feelings? For Jeongguk? You thought about it once, maybe twice. Sometimes when he kisses you, you feel things you know that aren't typical in a fuck buddy relationship. Warm and fuzzy things that make you feel like you're floating. But what were you? A cliche? A standard case of Stockholm syndrome? No. You refused. These feelings were a bluff. It was only because he was the only one providing you an endless stream of attention. A river of affection. **Anyone would feel what you were feeling in a situation like this. So many cases of captives falling for their captors and trying to justify what they do. You're just one of them. That's all. They never discuss how strong these feelings appear or how unbearable they could be. You wanted the sex; you've said that since the first time. You didn't like what came afterward. You didn't want your heart to race whenever he smiled at you. You didn't want goosebumps or chills whenever he touched your skin. You didn't want to get lost in his brown, doe eyes whenever he looked at you. You didn't— Suddenly, a sound pulled you out of your thoughts.

A gunshot.

Everyone around the three of you instantly went into a panic. The sound came from ahead of you, causing the crowd to do a 180 and push in the opposite direction. You froze, remembering what happened to you the last time you were found in the middle of a crowd. Jeongguk reached out to grab you, but several people pushed between the group. You found yourself separated from Jeongguk and Jimin. You flowed along with the crowd instead of trying to fight them. You caught glimpses of Jeongguk trying to push through to you. It was no use. He began to grow smaller and smaller. Jeongguk called out for you, your name breaking through the loud uproars of the crowd. The desperation in his voice was enough to make your heart pang.

You were carried away until the crowd slowly began to thin. Then, you could start slipping between people until you were out completely. You found yourself in a vacant area. It was eerie how quiet this area was compared to the distant screaming and footsteps from the chaos behind you. Ahead of you was the dim, red glow of an exit sign. It hovered over a set of double doors with a matching red push handlebar. This was it. This was your out. Your chance at freedom. Your opportunity at normalcy. Your chance to see your people again.

But how come you couldn't take a step?

You felt frozen once again. The bottoms of your sneakers were glued to the ground below you. What was this? A heavy feeling in your gut kept you in place by sinking your ankles into the linoleum tile. You had to fight it. You wanted freedom, right? It was right there in front of you. All you had to do was move. Just as you prepared to take a step, arms wrapped around your chest. They held you in a bone-crushingly tight grip, constricting your breathing as they dragged you away from the exit sign. The red glow grew dimmer until it was no longer legible.

Your body assumed autopilot. You grabbed the person's arms, raised your foot, and bashed your heel down hard onto theirs. They groaned loudly, pausing momentarily, allowing you to step to the side. You swung your balled-up fist into their groan until their hold released on you. As soon as you were free, you ran. You needed to find a more popular area or that exit sign, whichever came first. But two steps in, you felt a tug on your hoodie. You stopped and swung your leg back, spinning until your foot connected with their face. You took a few steps back as the man held his jaw, figuring he would be a problem as long as he was conscious.

You put your fist up, assuming the position Jeongguk helped you perfect while the man cracked his neck. He swung at you, causing you to duck and throw a jab at his rib cage. You wanted to avoid using your injured hand as much as possible, trying to dodge mostly but attack with the opposite hand whenever you had an opening. Your assailant noticed this, taking you by surprise when he faked you out. You naturally blocked with your injured hand, taking the blunt force. You winced as a sharp pain shot through your system.

Within the split second that your guard was down, he threw a haymaker toward your face. You barely avoided it, but the momentum caused you to stumble back. He took the opportunity to grab you by your hoodie before flinging you into the nearby barrier. Your back hit the metal bar, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You pushed yourself off the bar only for him to slam you back into it. The man threw another punch toward your face, further disorienting you before he wrapped his fingers around your throat. He applied pressure, squeezing to either knock you out or worse. The metal bar dug into your back as your airway quickly became limited. Your brain quickly tried to come up with a way out.

This man was big — easily over 6 feet and had to be at least 200 pounds of muscle. You wouldn't be able to break his hold on you. You knew you were on the top floor, so there had to be at least a two-story drop below you. Your body was already halfway over the railing. Your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen. God, you didn't want to do this. It was the last thing you wanted to consider, but you had no choice. You wrapped your legs around the assailant's torso and flipped both of you over the barrier.

Gravity aided you as it took all your strength to lift the man. The barrier dug into your spine, furthering your will to get him over the edge. Once it happened, it felt like a weight lifted from you. His grip on your neck loosened as he realized you had succeeded. Time slowed, and for a few seconds, you felt completely weightless as your body flipped in the air. It was utterly terrifying. Time returned to normal, and your hands caught fire, set ablaze with pain as they collided hard on the cold metal bar. The railing for the second floor came quicker than you could imagine. You couldn't help the loud whimper that escaped your throat. The wave of pain that started at your pinky and spread down your arm to your stomach was enough to make you nauseous. Your eyes welled with undesired tears as you tried to pull yourself up. You quickly stopped, feeling the surge of pain intensify. You inhaled deeply, shifting your weight slightly as you heard a deafening crash below you. When you glanced down, your once huge assailant looked too small to be recognizable. He lay on top of a now-destroyed kiosk. You noticed a red-stained bar sticking through his midsection, causing you to quickly glance away before the image was burned into your memory.

Jimin and Jeongguk found you just in time to witness you flip a man twice your size over the railing. A feeling of helplessness overcame Jimin for a moment. He instantly knew what to do when someone was shot or knocked out, but this? His brain went completely blank for a moment. Then, hearing a loud crash made him assume the worse. He stood there, frozen, probably longer than he should have before glancing to his side only to find Jeongguk had disappeared. As soon as Jeongguk saw you fall, he sprung into action. He searched for the nearest staircase or elevator, praying you had a plan. After hearing the crash, he stopped to search harder for a way to the second floor.

With Jeongguk gone, Jimin's curiosity fueled him to peek over the ledge. He sighed in relief when he saw your body hanging a floor below. You heard your name being called out, prompting you to look up. "Just hang on a little longer! We're coming!" Jimin yelled down before disappearing from your line of sight.

You could only let out an aspirated sigh, feeling your grip on the metal bar giving way. You tried to readjust yourself despite the pain, using your remaining strength to try and pull yourself up again. You failed, losing your grip for a second. The thought of the fall began to consume you. Your hands started to grow sweaty as fear spread to your fingertips. You kept slipping. You closed your eyes as you tried to focus solely on your grip, but your fingers gave out anyway. You shrieked, not ready to suffer the same fate as your attacker.

Then a hand gripped onto you.

You opened your eyes to see Jeongguk's face. He was heaving slightly, but his grip on you was tight. "I got you." Just like that morning on the roof, in that same protective tone. He had you. And as long as he was around, he made sure to have you. He had his fingers wrapped around your forearm as you did the same. He pulled you up with ease, helping you climb over the barrier. When you were on solid ground, your arms wrapped around his torso. The force from your body colliding with his caused him to stumble back a bit before returning the embrace. You were shaking as you quietly wept into his chest. You didn't care about the pain from your hands as you gripped the back of his shirt. He rested his chin on your head as he caressed your hair. He comforted you, silently telling you that everything was OK. That you were safe now. Even when your crying slowed to quiet whimpers and odd sniffles, he cradled you in his arms.

You soon heard Jimin's muffled voice. His words were of no importance to you. He said a couple of things before Jeongguk nodded his head. Stillness overcame the two of you after until he pulled away from you. As he looked down at you, noticing the cut on your lip, his hand gently cupped your cheek. You flinched, pain coming as quickly as it left. Jeongguk frowned deeply as a wave of guilt washed over him. If only he was a step closer to you — a second faster — you wouldn't have been put in this situation. He would've been there with you, helping you however he could. You wouldn't have resorted to such measures if you knew he was there.

"Let's go," he said softly. You nodded your head before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He led you towards the exit that Jimin walked out of.

"You were attacked?" Namjoon asked Jeongguk as he lowered himself onto the couch arm. He glanced at you occasionally as Seokjin tenderly assessed your swollen pinky. You held an ice pack against your lip, preventing it from swelling further.

"Yes," Jeongguk answered. His eyes were glued on you, watching like a hawk to ensure that Seokjin wasn't unnecessarily rough. "We weren't there to witness everything, but from what I saw, the man was huge."

"Why weren't you there?"

"We had lost Y/N for a second," Jimin said. "I believe whoever attacked her used gunshots to cause panic, separating her from us."

"So you think she was sought out?" Hoseok questioned.

Jeongguk and Namjoon locked eyes briefly, both thinking the same thing. "Could've been," Namjoon said vaguely. "She is a mafia princess."

"Who's missing," you added, glaring at Namjoon.

Namjoon furrowed his brows while returning the glare. "You really think people are searching for you?"

"It's not even about that!" You snapped while throwing down your ice pack. You pulled your hand away from Seokjin, prompting a frustrated groan from him as you turned to face Namjoon. "I wouldn't even be in this situation if it wasn't for you!"

Namjoon quirked a brow, scoffing softly. "Oh, sweetheart, I think you meant that you wouldn't be in this situation had you given us the fucking code and location of the safe."

You quickly stood up, standing in front of the man. For once, you towered over him as everyone in the room watched silently. Jeongguk's muscles tensed, unsure if he should grab you now or try to let you handle your own problems. You were strong for your size, and watching you flip over men twice your size confirmed it for him.

You leaned in, getting the closest you have ever been to his face. You could see the hatred burning in your eyes, something you expected more from Taehyung than him. "Fuck you," you fumed through a clenched jaw. "I wouldn't even waste my dying breath to help your broke ass."

Jeongguk's jaw dropped as he looked at the two of you. Everyone else drowned in the uncomfortable energy that you've created. Before Jeongguk even could move a muscle, a loud slap echoed in the room. You fell to the ground, holding your burning cheek. But the pain didn't matter because all you saw was red. Before you could get up, Namjoon stepped towards you and grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them so hard that your lips puffed out. You tried to pull away, but he held you so tightly that it hurt.

"You forget your place," he warned harshly. "You forget that I would love nothing more than to have that arranged. To have your face underneath the heel of my foot." He burned a hole into your soul. He wasn't exaggerating, not even a little. You've been a nuisance since the day you got here.

Namjoon glanced up at Jeongguk, whose hand was already balled into a fist with eyes piercing his soul. Jeongguk desperately wanted to take a step, but did the actions outweigh the consequences? His instinct was to protect you, but who would protect him?

Namjoon returned his gaze to you, seeing the tears brim your eyes. "Keep playing with me and see where you end up." With that, he let go of your face roughly. Your head turned to the side as he straightened himself out. As soon as he took a step away, you sprung up, arms outstretching towards him, but your body was held back. You felt a familiar arm around your waist holding you in place as you watched Namjoon's back disappear from view. All you could do was scream, frustration pouring out from your vocal cords. It hurt, but you didn't care. He couldn't keep putting his hands on you like this. Your soul couldn't take it anymore.

Jeongguk dragged you towards the staircase, but you had no fight left for tonight. You let him, catching a glimpse of Jimin's sad eyes. You felt so embarrassed. Seeing the pity on their faces didn't sit right with you. You held your tears back until you reached the interior of Jeongguk's room, where they fell without hesitation. You balled, hands covering your empty face as Jeongguk picked you up bridal style. All he could do was soothe you for now — placing you in his bed and holding you as you drenched his shirt again. It reminded him of the first time you were in his room. And, like then, you didn't want to talk about it when your crying slowed. You wanted silence and the safety of his arms. He gave it to you without second-guessing, holding you until your quiet snores filled the room.

Nightfall arrived not too long after you fell asleep. Your head shifted from Jeongguk's chest to his pillow. Jeongguk couldn't bring himself to join you in slumber, though. There was something inside of him that didn't sit right. So he watched you for the time being. As he brushed a rogue strand of hair out of your face, faintly seeing how much worse the bruise on your cheek looked, that thing inside him snapped. This was Namjoon's fault; he did nothing for you besides watch. He wasn't there for you at all today. Though he could no longer do anything about the man from earlier, he could do something about Namjoon now.

Jeongguk carefully got out of bed, making sure not to disturb you. He left his room and went directly across the hall. He didn't bother knocking before turning the doorknob and letting himself in. As he entered Namjoon's room, he could feel the anger boiling inside him. Namjoon could piss him off until no end, insult him until he felt like nothing, or hit him until he was black and blue, and Jeongguk wouldn't care at all. But to do that to you? He wasn't going to let it slide again. After approaching his sleeping brother, he stared at him briefly before hitting his balled-up fist on his sternum. He didn't hit him too hard, just enough to shake him up. Namjoon stirred awake, desperately coughing for air as he sat up. He looked up at his assailant as Jeongguk grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him close.

"Next time you wanna put your hands on her, you'll be dealing with me as well." He growled as Namjoon's eyes widened.

Namjoon blinked at his younger a few times. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"No, but keep playing with me, and I'll show you crazy."

Namjoon's brows lowered as he stared at Jeongguk. "You're not seriously in here threatening me over some bitch."

Jeongguk's eye twitched, his grip on the other's shirt growing tighter. It took everything in him not to swing and bust his lip so he wouldn't speak for a week. "Watch your fucking mouth," he hissed. "You know her name, so use it."

Namjoon's brows furrowed as he continued to eye Jeongguk. This type of anger from him seemed familiar to Namjoon. A distant memory suddenly formed in his mind, causing a smirk to play on his lips. His once confused look transferred to Jeongguk. "You like this one, don't you?"

Jeongguk's eyes widened, his anger melting into fear as he thought about Namjoon's words. He thought he was being discreet, with only Jimin and Hoseok genuinely knowing. Unless that one time that Taehyung caught him… No, he wouldn't have been stupid enough. He could only imagine the consequences now that Namjoon knows. With his sick mind, nothing is off-limits. Jeongguk couldn't let you fall victim to Namjoon's disgusting plans.

"I don't have to like her to have an ounce of respect for her," Jeongguk said confidently. "You never put hands on a woman. I would've thought that watching Dad beat Mom senseless was enough getting it through your thick skull."

Namjoon gulped, though the lump that formed in his throat failed to fade away. "Watch it," he warned. Namjoon had those memories and scars tucked away so well that he almost forgot. He would've thought Jeongguk did the same.

"No. You're acting like Dad would and wondering why she's not cooperating. It's honestly sad." Namjoon fell silent, giving Jeongguk some odd sense of power. For once, he felt like he was in control of the conversation. He wasn't a yes man or a verbal punching bag. He was calling him out on his shit, and Jeongguk had to suppress the smile that wanted to form on his lips. "I thought you were better than him."

Namjoon flinched a little as if Jeongguk's words slapped him in the face. He admired his father so dearly until his downfall. He looked up to him when he was in his prime. His father got what he needed to be done, and everyone respected him. Namjoon wanted to be like that, and he still does. He looked down as he reflected on his actions, seeing way too many similarities between the monster his father became and him. To have his younger brother tell him this made his ears burn.

The silence was enough for Jeongguk to know that a nerve was hit. Without another word, he walked away from Namjoon and left his room.

Taehyung burst through the front door. His hand was wrapped around a girl's forearm, dragging her behind him. The significantly smaller woman pulled against his hand, trying to pry his fingers off her arm. "Ow!" She squealed, feeling his grip tighten. "Let go of me!"

"Shut the fuck up," Taehyung growled as he pulled her up the stairs.

The girl resisted him as much as she could. She pulled, hit, and pried even as her arm stung and burned. She gave up, for now, figuring she could get him whenever he let his guard down. Taehyung dragged her to Namjoon's door, where he banged on it with his balled-up fist. Namjoon opened his door within a few seconds with Taehyung on the opposing end of his glare. Today was supposed to be an easy day. He had Jeongguk handling some of his business, giving him hands-on experience of how things were expected to run. He even had Jimin and Seokjin join the younger to ensure no problems. That's all he wanted; no problems. As his eyes landed on the petite woman standing next to the group's hothead, he could only sigh.

"What's the issue?" He asked begrudgingly.

Taehyung then pushed the girl, causing her to stumble a few steps toward Namjoon. "Tell him what you told me," Taehyung said. She remained silent, her eyes glued to the wooden floor. Growing frustrated, Taehyung nudged the girl once again.

"I don't have your guns," she admitted quietly.

Namjoon stared down at her. His eyes became engulfed with flames like her words were gasoline. His jaw clenched as his hands balled up into a fist. "What?"

"I…" She stood there, frozen, deathly afraid to breathe the wrong way. She didn't have to look at him to know how enraged he was. If there was one thing you didn't want to do was get on Namjoon's wrong side.

"How much money did I give you?" Her muscles tensed as her mind instructed her to remain silent. But her silence only further infuriated Namjoon. "How much fucking money did I give you?!" He yelled, causing both her and Taehyung to flinch. "Do you have a death wish? What could've possibly compelled you to think that returning to me empty fucking handed would've been a good idea?"

The loud sound startled you, causing you to wake up. You've been laying low for the past few days, as per Jeongguk's request. He suggested being out of sight if you couldn't be cordial. You almost laughed in his face at the request. You? Be nice to someone who put their hands on you several times? Ha, maybe when pigs flew. Even Jeongguk knew Namjoon was entirely out of line for what he did and agreed, but someone had to be the bigger person for now. So he made you promise, reminding you of his temper. Even though you wholeheartedly wanted to say, "fuck his temper," you saw the worry overcome his eyes. Then you had a weird little tug at the strings of your heart, ultimately making you agree.

You decided to do the latter, figuring it might be the easier of the two. Jeongguk warned you that he'd be out for a few days for some business Namjoon didn't want to handle. It's been quiet, until today at least. Muffled yelling leaked into your room. It uncomfortably filled you with curiosity until it forced you out of bed. Upon entering the hallway, you saw a small girl standing between two men. She flinched at every syllable that parted from Namjoon's voice. This did nothing to feed your insatiable need to be in the know. Should you make an attempt at being cordial? At least for a while, just until you figure out why there's so much yelling. Your brows furrowed as you approached them.

"What's happening here?" You asked softly. Namjoon instilled fear in you. You knew he meant every last word he said, and your goal was to make it out here alive. Play nice until you have an out, and once you are out, you can hurt him.

"Nothing that concerns you," Taehyung spat while glaring at you. Your eyes narrowed, taking a mental note to put him on that list, too.

Play nice, Y/N, you thought to yourself. "Well, if you didn't want the whole house to know, you would've dealt with this quietly, correct?"

"Go back to your room, Y/N," Namjoon said as calmly as he could. Jeongguk's words from the other night repeated as if they were just spoken.

Your eyes glanced at the woman before looking at Namjoon. "Maybe I could help," you offered as you folded your arms over your chest. Namjoon quirked an eyebrow at you, and before he could open his mouth in protest, you cut him off. "You interrupted my nap, and I would rather resolve this quietly." It was at least partially true.

Namjoon stared at you, not completely sold on your reasoning, but released a sigh as his arms folded over his chest. "This is our arms dealer. We gave her quite a chunk of our budget—"

"Which was way more than she deserves," Taehyung interjected.

"Just for her to return to us empty-handed. She lost our shipment and still had the nerve to come to us." Namjoon continued, eyes unmoving from the girl.

"I didn't lose them!" She looked up at Namjoon and you for the first time. Instantly, you can notice the reddish bruising around her eye. It was fresh, maybe a few hours old. She also had some of the same bruising on the corner of her mouth. The red pigment stood out against her fair skin, making you wonder how either of these idiots didn't notice it before. Her burst of confidence was short-lived, though, only being able to hold Namjoon's gaze for a few seconds. "They were stolen…"

"Stolen?!" Namjoon and Taehyung repeated.

"Oh, you stupid fucking bitch," Taehyung added.

"Hey!" You glared at Taehyung, who didn't hesitate to mirror your expression. "Completely unnecessary. Can neither of you guys see the bruising on her face?!" You took her hand, causing her to look up at you. You couldn't help but frown, imagining how she was put through hell to return to bullshit. The girl teared up as if she could sense your pity. "I'm sorry this happened to you," you said softly. You needed to be delicate; that's the least you would want if you were in her shoes. "Do you remember what they looked like? Maybe we could find them…"

She sniffled, shaking her head a little, "Barely, but I kinda remember where they took me after they stole my car."

You nodded your head, offering a small smile. "OK, we can work with that. If you remember anything else, you can let me know. We'll figure this out."

She tried to mirror your smile as she nodded, but it wavered and was soon replaced by a small sob. You didn't hesitate as you wrapped your arms around her, holding her small frame to your body as she wept. Namjoon watched as you handled things, pleasantly surprised. To think you could be valuable when you wanted to be.

"We give you too much money to afford any fuck ups, Soyeon," Taehyung said. "So you better pray these guys have our shit or—"

"Can you shut the fuck up? Just for a second?" You tried to keep your volume hushed, though your tone was as harsh as ever. "You need to learn there's a time and place for threats, and this is neither," you scolded.

Taehyung blinked at you. Was he more offended that you scolded him or that you were somewhat correct? "Don't think you can talk to me any fucking way because she's here. I will still gladly beat—"

"That's enough, Taehyung," Namjoon interrupted. Taehyung quickly pressed his lips into a line, silencing himself. Namjoon looked down at you as you rubbed Soyeon's back soothingly. "I'm gonna make a call. Keep her downstairs with you in the meantime." You nodded before he disappeared into his room. You pulled away from her, allowing her to wipe away her tears before leading her towards the stairs.

"If it was me in charge, I would've had your head on a platter," Taehyung said to your backside. You paused for a second; it took every ounce of self-control you had to not indulge in his stupidity. Freedom might be closer if you kept this up. As you led Soyeon down the stairs and to the living room, tears still quietly rolled down her cheeks. Once sitting down, you gave her a few moments to calm herself. It wasn't long before her sniffles stalled, and she leaned back into the couch. You took it upon yourself to ask her some questions — like how she knew Namjoon, how long she has lived around here. Just questions to get her a little more comfortable. She was born and raised here a year after you, and she and her friends fell into this business of selling weapons. She usually enjoys it, but recently the clientele has been getting ruder and more demanding. It wasn't like when her father used to run things.

"Men always try to take advantage of me because 5'2 and petite, and it pisses me off," she vented, her brows furrowed as her lips pulled down into a frown. "Like that shouldn't give them a reason to try me!"

"Exactly, and then you're seen as crazy and over-emotional because you played their game." You agreed with a roll of your eyes. Soyeon huffed, folding her arms over her chest. You continued to small talk from there, mostly about how disgusting the men of this generation turned out to be. She was a sweet girl, and you saw a lot of yourself in her. Sad you had to meet her this way. You were afraid to lose touch with her considering you had no means of contact.

As you joked, footsteps came down the stairs. Namjoon and Hoseok stood behind the couch in front of you. "You said you remember where they took you?" Namjoon questioned, looking at Soyeon. She nodded her response as you noticed her tense up a little. "OK, we have someone on the way who can take you there. Hoseok will be joining you." Hoseok did a little wave as the girl inspected him, eyes squinting at the brunette man with a soft smile.

"Is Y/N coming?" She asked as she glanced over at you.

Namjoon furrowed his brows for a moment. "That's not necessary."

"I'm not going anywhere without Y/N." She deadpanned as she sat up straight. "I'm supposed to trust being alone with your men? Your wanna-be King Pin already slapped me in the face, so who's to say what this guy will do?"

You noticed Namjoon's jaw clenched, causing you to raise an eyebrow. Interesting how he held back with other women. "I can assure you that Hoseok isn't that type." You and Hoseok made eye contact, pressing your lips together tightly. You didn't want to ruin the chance of her going by adding your own two cents.

"I'm not going without her," Soyeon said once again. The two stared at each other intensely as if they were now arguing silently. Something suggested to you that they do this often. They both had headstrong personalities, so it was inevitable.

Just as Namjoon narrowed his eyes at her, there was a knock on the door. Hoseok instantly walked over to open it. He grinned widely as a man walked in. Well, tried to. He barely stepped in before Hoseok wrapped his arms around the other in a tight embrace. The unknown man scrunched his face with disgust, his arms planted by his side until Hoseok released him. The brunette seemed content with his attack of affection, stepping away with a satisfied smile. The man who walked in joined Namjoon behind the couch. He had a black backpack on, which seemed heavy with how it weighed his shoulder down to one side. His Snow White skin made his dark hair and rose-shaded lips stand out. His midnight hair fell over his forehead, covering most of his eyebrows.

He eyed you as he stood by Namjoon. "This her?" He asked while pointing at you casually. Your brows furrowed for a moment, glancing at Namjoon for clarification.

"No, it's the one next to her." Namjoon said as both of their eyes landed on Soyeon. "But Y/N will be joining you anyway." He sighed deeply, reaching up to pinch the area between his eyes. "Find my shit, please. I need a fucking drink." And with that, he turned around and walked down the hall towards his office. He left you with Hoseok and the mystery man.

The man then pointed at you again, "So you're Y/N and…" Then he pointed at the woman next to you, prompting her to introduce herself. He then nodded, "Yoongi. Come on." He shook his head towards the door before walking out.

Both of you quickly got up and followed after Yoongi along with Hoseok. He was walking towards a van disguised as a postage delivery service.

You stopped for a moment, pointing at the truck. "Is that legal?"

"Does it matter?" Yoongi answered as he tossed the keys to Hoseok. "You're driving. Soyeon can sit up front with him and lead the way. Y/N can sit in the back with me."

No one objected, simply following his orders. Yoongi opened up the back door, allowing you to walk inside first. The back of the van was different from what you expected. It was decked out with technology on both sides. Screens were aligned on one side with a built-in desk and two chairs in front of it. The other side had two columns, assuming it was a power bank for the screens. As you crawled in, sitting in the first chair, you stared in awe at all the buttons. Now, you were no gamer, but every button looked screamed to be touched. You reached out to one.

"Don't touch that," Yoongi said while sitting beside you. He didn't even spare you a glance like he had eyes in the back of his head. He reached into his bag and pulled out a laptop. As he placed it on his desk and started typing away, Hoseok began to drive. Besides the faint conversation between the two in the front, it was quiet. You got bored quickly, and since you weren't allowed to touch anything, you gazed at the new face. His features were delicate — a button-like nose, medium-sized lips, and a jawline that wasn't too soft but wasn't too harsh. He was attractive. Anyone could see that. In fact, now that you think about it, everyone in this crew was so in one way or another. What were the odds?

"So, how long have you known Bangtan?" You asked, trying to fill the silence with more than the clicks of his keyboard.

"Only a few years." His voice was deep, nothing like Namjoon or Taehyung, but definitely close. It was also monotone, lacking an infliction of emotion. He seemed straight to the point, so it made sense.

"How come you don't live in the house then?"

"I never said I work with them."

Your eyebrows squished together as the car came to a step. Soyeon peeked from behind the curtain separating the driver's seat and the back. "We're here."

Yoongi nodded and flipped a switch, causing the monitors to turn on. You could see a gate of a mansion along with the front door on one screen, while the other two had views of either side of the property. You gazed at the screen, eyebrows furrowing as a weird wave of deja vu came over you. It fell quiet again as Yoongi went to work, his fingers swiftly typing away as you watched in awe.

"How long have you been doing this?" You were determined to get to know this man, especially considering he was a fresh face.

"Long enough," he deadpanned.

"Are you always this cold?" You retorted while frowning.

The curtain pulled back again, followed by Hoseok's face peeking out. "Don't mind him, Y/N. Pretty girls make him nervous," he grinned at the man.

"Ah, come on," Yoongi groaned, turning to look at Hoseok.

You giggled with Soyeon, surprised by how Hoseok could easily pull emotions from Yoongi. You even noticed the tips of his turning red.

"Aw, it's OK, Yoongi," you cooed. "Nervous guys can be cute."

He turned his head to look back at his laptop. "I'm not nervous."

You raised an eyebrow slightly, your smile softening. "Don't lie. Your ears will always tell the truth."

Yoongi then turned the chair to face you fully, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since you've been acquainted. His stare was intense, like a tiger gazing at his prey. His feline eyes left yours only to linger down the rest of you. Suddenly, your heart rate increased as the energy in the small area shifted. You were now in his world. The corners of his lips tugged into a faint smirk as he leaned in, resting his forearms on his legs. The chairs were already placed close, and he filled the gap between you two.

"Aw, kitten," he purred, stirring something inside you. "Who's nervous now?"

"Well played, newbie," you smirked. You inhaled deeply, catching a whiff of his cologne. Kitten. How it rolled off his tongue easily made you wonder if it was him or the pet name. You didn't think about it too much since Soyeon suddenly rushed to the back area. She stepped on Hoseok in the process, causing him to help.

She sat between the chairs, making herself more petite than she already was. "He's here," she whispered while staring at Yoongi.

"Who's here?"

"The guy who kidnapped me…."

You and Yoongi looked toward the three monitors. The screen showing the front gate was empty, and so was the one leading to the left side of the house. But on the camera showing the right side of the house, closest to the van, a man with a garbage bag in his hand stood. The green tint of the lens made it harder to see discernible features. Still, you noticed a cigarette between his fingers. Your palms suddenly grew sweaty, watching the man hold the toxic stick between his pointer finger and thumb as he took long drags. He tossed the bag into a growing pile of trash before leaning against the fence. Yoongi then zoomed in on the face while running something on his laptop. Your heart instantly dropped.

Hoseok glanced at the screen before looking at Yoongi. "Do you know who it is?"

"Nah, I'm running a scan now."

You tried to open your mouth to speak, but barely a whimper came out. Your throat burned so severely that it silenced you. All you could do was sit there, endlessly wiping your hands on your thighs as they never seemed to dry. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. Your body froze you to the seat, locking you in uncomfortableness.

"Is he walking over here?!" Soyeon asked as the man was suddenly getting close to the camera.

Yoongi glanced up, "Fuck. Hoseok, there's a hat and a shirt in the glove compartment! Put it on!"

Hoseok scrambled to get the disguise over his clothes discreetly before the man could see. He approached the car, banging on the window. Hoseok, startled, rolled down the window and looked at the man. "Um, yes?"

"Y'all got my package?" No. "It should be under Hyunwoo, Sohn Hyunwoo."

As if the voice wasn't enough, the name confirmed your worst thoughts. How… What were the odds that they would be the ones to steal your captor's guns? What kind of sick and twisted game was the universe playing? Yoongi mumbled the name to himself, typing it into a search bar as he did so.

"That's not him," Soyeon whispered after seeing a picture of a tall man with dark hair.

"Lemme check in the back real quick," Hoseok smiled at the man before he dipped past the partition. "Did you hear his name?!" He whispered while reaching for a random set of boxes Yoongi had stacked in a corner.

"Yeah, but it's the wrong guy."

"How is it the wrong guy?!" Hoseok whispered a little louder, panic painfully evident in his voice. "Who asks for someone else's packages?!"

You swallowed hard, your spit failing to soothe the never-ending burn in your throat. It was hard to breathe, like your ribs had been broken, and each inhale stung your side. Your leg bounced uncontrollably as you looked around for anything that could distract you. Your soul was screaming out for help from any of the three. Someone had to notice your quiet breakdown.

"I dunno! But Soyeon said that's not the guy!"

Hoseok cursed under his breath before returning to the front. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see your package back there. If anything, contact customer service, and I'm sure they'll assist you from there." He said with a dazzling smile to the man.

The man rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Useless," he mumbled before taking another drag, "have a good night then."

"You too, sir."

The man walked away from the van, entering the cameras' view again. You watched him walk from one screen to another before entering the house. Hoseok returned from the front, peeling the shirt off of him. You let out a shaky sigh, your shoulders dropping as you finally felt like your lungs weren't being constricted. The burn in your throat was able to be soothed as you gulped.

"It's Jooheon," you said, rubbing your throat as the name fell from your lips hoarsely. You cleared your throat as you felt all eyes on you. "Lee Jooheon."

"You know him?" Yoongi asked the question everyone wondered.

Your eyes met his, feeling your throat threatening to shut again as you massaged it. Tears brimmed your eyes as you tried to force down the feelings that desperately wanted to resurface.

"Yes."

[depressedcatboy]

Lure [part II]

i'm so sorry this took so long!! school's been kicking my ass and i haven't been super motivated to write. i felt really bad about making you wait so long, though!! i hope you like it :>

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𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴: Alice In Borderland

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: chishiya x gn reader

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 & 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: angst; gender neutral reader; spoilers for aib season 2, violence (this'll be bad), mentions of vomit, death, self-resentment

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺: 3k

Your footsteps were purposefully quiet as you made your way to the side of the building you’d sought shelter in. You palms started to sweat again as you held on tight to your gun. It was your only chance.

Chishiya and Kuina went to the other side, running out quickly because the King was distracted. You weren’t sure where they went, but you really hoped they would be okay.

“We’ll lure him into the alley so the blimp can’t send him ammo.” Aguni’s voice rung in your ears. You were watching the King intently, trying to spot any weaknesses. “Then we’ll lure him into the drugstore. I’ll sprint for it. Then you guys enter that alley and lure him in.”

"Got it." Usagi confirmed, looking back at you and the others. You nodded at her, thinking through the plan one more time. And if anything went wrong, Chishiya and Kuina would be able to help.

You were ready, you decided. This had to go well, you'd make sure of it.

"Arisu. You fill the store with aerosol fumes."

"Right." He nodded, looking at Aguni as he explained the plan. You watched the man as well, palm clenching around your gun, finger resting terrifyingly on the trigger.

And then you were gone. Aguni had left first and the others had followed. You looked behind you as you ran, trusting your allies to keep you safe as your eyes searched for Kuina and Chishiya. You gulped down whatever was in your throat, which you could be convinced was your heart. Your shins ached as your shoes collided with the tarmac, ducking behind a car as gunshots rang out.

You peeked up above the car and saw the King looking at you guys, making eye contact with you and shooting immediately. You ducked back down, looking to Aguni for instructions. He himself peeked over the gun and fired a few shots at the King to create an opportunity for your team to rush further.

You all sprinted the final leg to the alleyway, taking your positions, hidden. You rushed through the maze of turns, taking your spot in a perpendicular alleyway. You lifted your gun and took a couple deep breaths. When you peeked out, you aimed for his feet. You doubted you'd kill him, but you could at least try to immobilize him. The thunderous cracks rushed to your ears, making your head hurt momentarily.

And then the King was shooting back at you, and you rushed into cover. Another set of gunshots ripped through the air, An. Her shots made the King stumble and gave you a chance to rush at him with your knife. You sprinted as fast as you could at the bald man and rugby tackled him, pulling your knife and trying to stab his leg. He grabbed your arm in a tight grip, making you grimace. Asshole. You pulled up your knee and planted it right in his crotch.

You winced as your knee struck solid metal and you realized he was wearing some type of guard. You cursed under your breath, ducking as he swiped at you. You tripped and fell back, cursing again as you stared down the barrel of his gun. Time seemed to slow down, but you were brought back into reality by the two gunshots that knocked him off balance. You scrambled back up onto your feet and took one last swipe at the King before scrambling off to avoid being shot by An.

"Shit! Watch where you're shooting, if I die because of you, it's on your hands!" You called as the King turned and took shots at An.

"I'm not gonna hit you!" She called back, clearly confident in her shooting skills. You just didn't want to die, was that so much to ask?

You hid behind the a corner that obscured you from the King's sight in the alleyway, watching as Heiya climbs on the roof of a car and preps an arrow. You sprint over to behind the car, hearing the arrow release and plant itself into the glass of the vending machine right where the King's head would've been had he not moved. God, this entire thing would be so much easier if the King didn't fucking move.

Suddenly, the gunshots were redirected at you and Heiya, and she jumped down off the car right in front of you, beckoning for you to follow her. The gunshots sounded different, though. They weren't quick. He'd ran out of ammo. That was good. That was really good.

And everything goes quiet. You can hear your breathing, you can feel the sweat dripping down your brow, but gunshots no longer ring out as you run with Heiya into new positions. Eventually, there's a restaurant to your left and you run into it, hiding behind a table. You can finally catch your breath. You close your eyes, clammy palms clinging onto the gun as if it's the only chance you've got. It is.

You watch as the King slowly walks past the shop you're in, gun drawn. You raise your own gun, noticing his bulletproof vest missing. You track him with the gun, but you don't shoot. It's finally calm.

And suddenly, gunshots ring out again. It's loud again, and you rush out of the restaurant, taking rogue shots at the King as he crouched behind the corner the Aguni is watching. He turns his gun back to you and takes a couple shots but luckily, none of them hit as you rush back into the store.

There's more shooting, fast shooting. You peek out of the restaurant again, trying to see what's happening. The King is no longer cowering behind a corner, he's shooting aggressively at the spot Aguni used to stand. And then you see an opportunity, and you take it. There's a food cart right next to you, and the doors on that side of the shop aren't fully closed. You can see the King walking down the alley.

You grab a hold of the food cart and sprint, yelling as you push past the wooden doors in an attempt to barrel into him. You don't crash into him as you were hoping, but you do get him on the ground. A vending machine crashes to the ground beside you but he rolls out of the way. Usagi is jumping from AC unit to AC unit, knocking them all down as you take shots at him with your pistol. But all good things must come to an end and your pistol stops shooting. You rush back into the restaurant and reload your gun, grabbing a magazine from your back pocket and filling the empty slot.

You hear gunshots outside the shop and peek your head out, seeing Aguni firing wildly at the King. He rolls out of the way and out of sight, and you spy Aguni rushing out of his corner to run at him. They grapple a bit before you peek out, finished reloading your gun, and fire some shots at the King. Your hands clench nervously at the idea of shooting Aguni.

Your move is mimicked around, other shots firing before Heiya fires her bow at point blank at the King. You sigh, ducking back behind the corner. Finally, it must be over. There's no way the King could dodge a shot like that. Then, you hear more gunshots and peak out back from behind the corner to see that the King is still standing. You rush over to the other side of the street, ducking next to An behind the fallen vending machine as the King shoots wildly at you, An, and Heiya.

You notice another alleyway on your right and lunge over the vending machine trying to get to it. More shots fire, one grazing your arm and making you yelp. Once you're under cover, you inspect your would, using your opposite sleeve to absorb the spilled blood. You grimace as the sting spreads painfully through your arm at the pressure.

From the main alley, you hear Aguni grunting and you panic, peaking out to see the King slamming his head violently into the wall. Suddenly, so quickly you could hardly see what exactly happened, the King rolled over, holding tight onto Aguni's machine gun and kicking him. Aguni went flying, landing in a pile of cardboard boxes and you could almost feel the pain of whatever just happened.

You ducked back behind the corner, checking how much ammo your gun had. It still had a few shots, so you peeked out again and send a couple bullets flying at the King (who was reloading the machine gun he'd grabbed from Aguni) before ducking back behind the corner. Suddenly, you heard Usagi shout and peeked out again, seeing her flying toward the King.

They wrestled for a bit before he threw her near the alley where you were hiding. You peaked out reaching your hand out to grab her and pull her behind cover with you when Heiya leapt off the vending machine with her knife pulled and tried to get a stab at the King. You scowled as he sent her flying as well.

You gripped the cold metal of your gun with unusually steady hands and took a few more shots at the King before you ducked back behind your cover to reload it. An was shooting at the same time as you and one of her shots landed, planting itself right into the King's chest.

You beckoned for An to join you and Usagi in the alleyway as Heiya grappled with the King over Aguni's machine gun. Suddenly, An murmured, "Shit," and you peeked out to see the King taking aim at Aguni.

You yelled right as Heiya leapt up and tried to redirect the barrel of Aguni's gun, only able to aim it down. Aim it right into her stomach. You turned back behind the corner as you heard gunshots and tried your hardest not to belch. You heard Heiya's grunting as she fell to the ground. The machine gun, which you assumed was empty, was discarded onto the ground with a hollow clatter.

An leapt out from behind your corner and took a few shots at him. None of them hit home. He whipped around, grabbing his pistol from its holster and shot her twice. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as tears gathered in your eyes and you pressed one hand against your mouth to muffle your cries.

"An!" Usagi cried. Heiya's whimpers rang through your ears. Everything felt so loud and you just wanted to crumple into a ball and give up. You cursed yourself, and everyone else, and whatever sadistic monster put you and your friends here. You cursed them all as tears spilled down your newly blood-splattered face.

Aguni let out a scream comparable to a battle cry, scraping the stones on the pavement as he got up. You could hear a gunshot and a collision, but you didn't peak out from behind the corner. You wiped desperately at your wetted eyes with the back of your hand, trying to clear your vision to get a good shot. You could end this. In the background, you could hear Aguni's grunts as he repeatedly smashed his fist into the King's face.

You peaked out of the corner you hid behind, holding your gun in sweaty, trembling hands. Your eyes kept welling with tears that no matter how many times you wiped them would never leave. You tried to aim through your blurry vision, pulling on the trigger and stumbling back from the recoil.

You cried out in frustration as the bullet planted itself into the wall next to the King, more tears gathering in your eyes. As you looked onwards to Aguni beating the King into the concrete wall, though, he crumpled down and Aguni pulled out his pistol.

The barrel of the gun pressed into the King's temple, and, for you, time seemed to slow down. Your mouth opened, the start of a cry escaping your lips as Aguni pulled the trigger.

Just in time, though, the King ducked further down and out of the way, using one of his hands to unload the gun. You opened fire frantically as Aguni resumed punching him. The bullets all went awry, the closest shots only grazing Aguni or planting themselves in the wall.

It took a couple of clicks for you to register that your gun was all out of bullets, and you ducked behind cover. Tears streamed like rivers down your face and blood still flowed from the graze on your arm. You heard a sickening combo of grunting and thumping and crashing as Aguni beat the King and you once again had to fight not to heave.

When you once again peeked out of the alley, the King was landed in a pile of trash cans with Aguni standing over him ever so menacingly. He was grabbing his leg, and, before you knew it, launching him into the concrete wall on the other side of the alley. A gunshot rang out, echoing infinitely in your head and you ducked back behind the corner. You frantically searched through all your pockets, but you were all out of ammo. Bile rose up your throat and everything seemed to ache. Your head hurt and your face felt numb from all the tears streaming over it.

You shut your eyes tightly and quickly snatched the gun clenched in An's motionless hand. Three bullets. You had to end this. You had hardly heard all the thumping and grunting over your tears and the pounding of your heartbeat in your head. When you peeked out from behind the corner once again, they were both crawling on the ground.

The King clambered on top of Aguni and started punching him in the head, over and over and over and over again. You felt bile try to rise up your throat again. You tried to hold your hands steady but the shaking kept throwing your aim off. On top of the tears, you wouldn't even be able to shoot someone from point blank range.

The King wrapped his arm around Aguni's neck in a chokehold and you started firing uselessly, all of the bullets missing by miles. You kept desperately trying to pull the trigger but all it awarded you was a quiet click and continuing to see Aguni's pained face as he was choked to death.

Having enough, you threw the empty gun to the side and leapt at the King, tumbling a couple times before ending up on top of him. You tried punching him frantically, screams tearing your throat with each strike. More tears of frustration just welled in your eyes as he used his arm to block your punches.

With his other arm, he started redirecting your punches. One of your fists flew into the ground and you grimaced. He used the leverage of your arm to flip you over, head banging painfully against the ground.

You struggled as he reached back and unsheathed a knife. The next thing you knew, searing pain was burning through your body as he pulled the dagger out of your side. You screamed, tears flowing from your eyes like an overfilled dam had suddenly broken. Hot fire escaped from your throat as a scream, but no matter the pain in your throat the pain in your side was infinitely worse.

He plunged the dagger in again and your screams only intensified. You squeezed your eyes shut and just wished you could write all this off as a bad dream. You were going to die, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were going to die on the dirty, hard ground. You were going to be stabbed to death trying to do something that was basically impossible anyways.

You had tried so hard. Why did it have to end up like this? You had put all of your strength, all of your mind into this plan. This was your once chance and you had fucked it up.

The knife plunged into you again and again and again and it felt like it would never stop. Your throat felt raw from all the screaming. You could feel hot blood flowing from out of your side. You tried so desperately to push the King off of you but he was just too strong and you were too weak. It was fooling of you to ever believe you were strong enough to survive this sadistic game. You should've given up at the start.

Usagi lunged at the King and pried him off of you, screaming terribly. All you could feel was pain. You wondered if that was all you ever knew. The throbbing seemed to spread all around your body and your groans felt never ending. You could feel something pulling you. Sleep. You shut your eyes and let the darkness take you. Now the only thing you could feel was your chest rising and falling shallowly.

Chishiya's POV

"Kuina, it's a massacre. We need to go help them. They're all going to die." Chishiya insisted, voice desperate and tense with urgency.

"If you go, you'll just die to." Kuina consoled quietly, looking down at the concrete roof of the building they were perched atop.

"Kuina, this is the only chance that we have to save them! They're going to die if we don't do anything!"

Kuina shook her head no, a hardened expression on her face as she looked up into the sky. She grabbed Chishiya's hand and started dragging him away from the edge of the roof. They went down the staircase to the bottom of the building. Everything was quiet, the shadow of the metal blimp blocking them from the light as they marched silently through the streets.

There were only a few thoughts spinning around in his head, for once. It felt so empty. He could only think about you, about how you looked so helpless. You couldn't be dead, right? You were strong. Chishiya knew you were strong.

Suddenly, a loud crashing noise came from above, and Kuina and Chishiya both looked up. The blimp was coming crashing down.

Chishiya wasn't going to let you die. He turned on his heel and ran back, determined to save you no matter what.

man im sorry that took so long. i don't really like the ending but i'm finished so i'm happy enough with that. this fic has ended up being really long. thanks for reading it <3

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@fried-lotud here It is!

I made two versions, one normal one and one where MC dosen't speak the same language as them, Enjoy! (Not proof read)

(Mentions of a tazer obviously)

~Taser time >:)~ (300 words)

"Welcome to the Devildom MC!"

"What the fuck did you just say?" You were absolutely clueless as to what the hell was going on. It actually happened didn't it? You were drugged and taken to a strange place, this was the end for you wasn't it? Theres no other logical explanation, was the Devildom what they called there torture/murder dungeon? 

"Uhh." You looked around at the men that surrounded you, "What the fuck?" You muttered.

"You must be confused so let me ex-" "BACK THE FUCK UP!" You saw one of the men approach you and whipped out your taser and stuck it right in the man's abdomen. He was completely taken back, he didn't expect or think that you'd straight up attack him and he definitely didn't expect it to hurt so bad! 

He doubled over, holding his abdomen, "Son of a bi-!" "How dose 50'000 volts taste!? Dont try me mother fucker!" Everyone in the room was stunned(Especially Lucifer), did this human just cause Lucifer to double over in pain!? Who exactly were you?

"I think you misunderstand! We mean you no harm, truely." Diavalo was trying so hard not to crack a smile at Lucifer's misfortune. "Bullshit! No one kidnaps someone with good intentions, I know that for a fact!" You glared, "I ain't going down without a fight." You muttered under your breath, it took quite some time to calm you down and convince you that you weren't in any danger. 

"You know you could have just, I don't know, send me a letter." You deadpanned, "I see, that would have kept.. this from happening." Diavalo looked over to Lucifer who was standing off to the side glaring daggers at you. 

This was going to be the longest year of your life for sure.

~Taser time alternate~ (358 words)

"Welcome to the Devildom MC!" 

"What the fuck did you just say?" You had no clue what the red haired man in front of you just said. You stared at him stupidly for a moment, "What?" You blurted, a black haired man said something you once again didn't understand and walked towards you, "Stay away from me you creep!" You screeched as you whipped out your taser and plunged it Into his abdomen, you assumed he cursed as he doubled over in pain. "I have no clue what you just said but I hope they hurt!" You yelled as you backed away. 

"Master, I don't believe they can understand our language like we understand there's yet." You just assumed the green haired man said something malicious and pointed your taser in his direction. "Could someone go get Solomon or Simeon?" The green haired man spoke again and it put you even more on Edge. "Ok nobody approach the human for now." The red haired man signed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

You stood there, your defensive stance never faltering for even a moment. One of the men had left and it didn't help your nerves at all. Soon he came back followed by two other guys. What were they planning on doing to you!? 

"Hey now, it's ok. You're not in danger." The white haired boy said, finally something you understood. "What the fuck is going on!?" You demanded, voice shaky. "Don't be afraid, we're in the same position here." He said, his smile wasn't comforting at all, "They kidnapped you too?" You asked, still on guard. "Yup! Sure did." The other man next to him signed, "Solomon don't scare them more. Allow me to explain, My names Simeon." Simeon explained the situation, "You're not in any danger, if anything happens I'll do my best to help you." Unlike Solomon, Simeons smile actually put you at ease.

"You'll grow to understand there're language soon enough. For now me or Solomon can translate for you." Simeon said as you slowly lowered your taser, "Ok.. but if I see anything suspicious I'm pulling the taser back out!" You warned.

(Should I write some more scenarios with this or nah?)

[whumpybucky]

I haven't been able to stop thinking about this scenario and I finally found the time to write it out. It's some sort of Silver Fox AU (always inspired by the incredible @softersteve obviously) and poor Steve just needs all the cuddles.

1k of sick silver fox Steve and protective Bucky under the cut.

All sick hurt/comfort, no plot. Enjoy!

A rough groan left Steve’s lips as he closed the snooze on his alarm for the upteenth time. The afternoon nap had done nothing to evict the ache that had taken up residence in his sinuses since last night. That familiar pain along his cheek bones spreading to behind his eyes. The one that meant he was on his way to a sinus infection. Maybe even an ear infection if the full underwater feeling was any indication. 

The serum had started to slow on his recovery time a few years back. Bucky’s too. After running them both through the gamut of tests, the head doctor of SHIELD’s medical team had joked that they were getting old. Bucky hadn’t found it funny.

Steve smiled at that memory, then blinked his eyes a few times trying clear away the puffy stiff feeling. In one, albeit slow, movement he shifted his legs off of the couch to sit up. The change in position moved the congestion in his head and a string of three rapid but strong sneezes overtook him before he had time to prepare. 

“Huh'ESHooo! HhTSCH! ETCHieeew! Ughhhh… snnfff!” 

Steve grabbed a handful of tissues from the coffee table and attempted to blow his nose as gently as possible, but it was no use. The congestion was stuck in his head like wet cotton and he was left dizzy, ears buzzing.

There would be no hiding this from Bucky, that’s for sure. 

When his husband had left earlier that week for recruit training, the beginnings of the cold had just settled in. Bucky had been so distraught about leaving him, despite Steve’s assurance that he would be fine.

“I just hate leaving you right as you’re getting sick,” Bucky had said sweetly as he hugged Steve goodbye. 

“Buck, I’ll be okay. You’re only gone four days—”

“Four and a half,” he had corrected with a worried tone.

“Four and half,” Steve repeated with a smile. “It’s just a cold—”

“A bad one that knocked me on my ass for three days. That’s with the serum.”

Steve saw the concern painted across his husband’s face, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. The same look from all those decades ago. It still made Steve melt.

“Buck, sweetheart… snfff! I promise I’ll go to med if there’s even a hint of a fever.”

“You better,” he had asserted, along with his best ‘I'm not kidding’ look before pressing a soft kiss into his forehead. His lips lingered ever so slightly, which had made Steve chuckle.

“I don’t have a fever.”

Bucky had sighed at being caught in the act. 

“I just worry about you,” he had admitted, barely above a whisper as he lowered his chin to rest their foreheads together, running his calloused hand through Steve’s sandy silver waves.

“I know you do, sweetheart. And I love you for it. You know I’ll send you status updates. Now go, or you'll miss your flight.”

Four and a half days came and went. Bucky would be home in an hour and Steve was… well, he was pretty sure he was running a fever now. He felt like he constantly had to clear his throat and it ached whenever he swallowed. His head felt like it was full of concrete. And the pressure, the pressure made him want to sink back into the couch and keep his eyes closed for the foreseeable future. 

Clearly Steve had cursed himself when he had assured Bucky he was feeling better the night before. He really thought he was. He had even promised him there would be vegetable barley stew for his return. He knew Bucky loved something comforting after a stint away.

Sighing at the combined thought of having to muster the energy to prepare dinner and disappointing his husband at his not improved state, the retired captain forced himself up off the couch and into their bathroom to take a hot shower. Maybe the steam would help loosen things up a bit. 

Thirty minutes later Steve barely made it back to the couch. The steam had made little difference. Only enough to send his sinuses buzzing, sparking another string of painful sneezes. The congestion was definitely in his ears and it made him feel like he was on a boat, so much so that he had to hold onto walls and furniture as he walked back into the living room. Plus the loss of heat from the shower had him shivering since he got out, unable to regain the same warmth. 

Steve decided he would sit for five minutes. Just to get warm again. 

As he finished pulling the fuzzy blanket Bucky had bought him for his last birthday across his lap, Steve heard the deadbolt turn. The stew would have to wait.

*****

“Stevie? I’m back, baby,” Bucky called out to his husband as he toed off his shoes and hung his jacket on one of the hooks in the hall. 

“In here, Buck.” The rough weakness of Steve’s voice, followed by a dry cough, made Bucky cringe.

“Steven,” Bucky chastised as soon as he had lowered himself onto the couch. Steve’s eyes fluttered open, offering a glassy blue look of apology—which Bucky accepted, noting the fevered flush across his cheeks and the puffiness around his forehead and cheekbones. 

“I’m sorry, Buck, but dinner isn’t made, SNFF!—” he paused to cough, then cleared his throat, “I was getting better, I swear… SNfff!”

Bucky huffed, but not out of anger, “fuck, you know I don’t care about dinner, I just care about how you’re feeling now.”

Bucky cupped Steve’s cheek, his lips pouting slightly at the heat radiating from his husband’s skin. Steve sighed into his palm, likely reveling in the cooling contrast of the touch. 

“I th–snnfff–I think I need to go to med,” Steve admitted, then suddenly turned away from Bucky’s hand and into his elbow, clearly about to sneeze. He hitched softly, coaxing out the strong soft triple.

“Huh… huh… hurrESHHUUU! het’STCH…huh’HSSHhhu!” 

“I think so too. Bless you, three times,” Bucky offered along with several tissues.

Steve accepted them with a grateful nod, snuffling into the bunch before all but collapsing into Bucky’s chest.

“Poor Stevie,” Bucky whispered more to himself.

Then he wrapped his arms around his husband, leaning them both back into the couch. Then one hand rubbed soft circles on Steve’s back while the other carded fingers through his fever damp hair. 

“Maybe in a little bit though?” Steve mumbled the delayed response into Bucky’s chest, followed by a weak cough. “Just got you back. Missed you.”

“Of course. Missed you too. So much.” 

Bucky’s chest ached for Steve. For not being there when he needed. But as much as Bucky wanted to run his husband down to med right away, he couldn’t say no to holding him a bit longer. He was home. He could take care of him now. 

[psifitopia]

fanfic help

So, I have, for quite a while now, been attempting to write a Mad Max/Star Trek crossover. I have a bunch of characters and even their motives in place. I know certain things I want to have happen (the Enterprise crew helping Max get out of his spiral of despair, for one). I definitely want Max to have a weird friendship with Spock. I want Max to accept his position as someone who helps bring civilization back to Australia (he's helped at least three or four groups that we know of). At the same time, it's Star Trek, so I'm trying to keep this from being overly dark.

Aver and company are well-meaning idiots. Think Mudd if he actually had a worthwhile intention. They get to learn something too.

But I'm stuck. I don't even know why I'm stuck. I just don't know what to write next. So, in an attempt to get unstuck, I'm going to post the whole thing under a cut and ask for help. Maybe some constructive criticism will help me forge ahead or even just talking about it. I appreciate any help/suggestions!

Author's note: All alien languages are conveniently translated into idiomatic English, for the comfort and entertainment of the reader. You're welcome. Also, I tweak the Star Trek timeline a bit, because three years is incredibly fast for a recovery from the Eugenics Wars.

Aver Gaque hummed happily, as he strolled down the corridors of his spaceship. Ahhh, he loved history. A hard snap, followed by cursing, interrupted Aver's pleasant musings. Shaking his head, Aver approached the forcefield separating him from his upset...guest. Now, what language did this creature speak? Ah, of course. Chomskese.

"Now, now. You'll only hurt yourself."

"Let me go! I am the king!"

"Well. You're a king, certainly, certainly. But, you see, you lost the battle with the Romulans. If I hadn't taken you, you would have died. Now, doesn't that earn me a little gratitude?"

"What do you want with me?" King Cimtiv growled.

"I want to display you in my museum."

"Display?!"

"Well, of course. You're an important historical figure, but not one that people know very much about. My museum will change that. People will be able to speak with you and learn about your time period directly from you. I promise you, you'll be very comfortable."

"What makes you think history will care about me?"

"Oh, I know it does! You see, I originate from about two thousand years in your future. My, you're a modest one. Surely, you know the importance of your work in joining the Federation and driving the Romulans from your planet?"

"You just said I died in battle."

"Oh, yes, you did. It was quite heroic and inspiring! The people of Chomsk rose up in a fury after the battle..."

The floor bucked beneath their feet, almost sending Aver to his knees and Cimtiv into the forcefield. Aver steadied himself, turning to gape for a brief moment at Cimtiv, before dashing off down the corridor. Fortunately, he reached his bridge quickly.

"Curator!" his helmsman, Seum, greeted. "It's a Federation ship. Sir. It's the Enterprise. Anyone from that ship would make a momentous display."

"Yes...no! No. It's too risky. We have to protect what we already have. Navator, disable their tracking device. Seum, make a time jump."

"When and where?"

"Earth 1995. We're going after our next exhibit."

"I thought we'd already collected everyone of interest from there," Seum said, sending a quantum magnetic pulse at the Enterprise.

"Almost," Aver grunted, as the ship faded and restabilized in the past. "There is one man, though, who we know almost nothing about. And we're going to find him."

"Seum!" Navator growled. "You have to give me more than thirty seconds!"

Aver sighed.

"Navator. Are we still attached to the Enterprise?"

Navator slammed his finger into a few buttons, before answering.

"Not. Anymore."

Seum groaned.

"I'm sorry! It's the Enterprise. I thought you would speed things up!"

"I can't speed up physics for your convenience, Seum!"

"GENTLEMEN. It doesn't matter. We have two advantages over the Enterprise. Firstly, we can land directly on the planet and, secondly, we can camouflage ourselves to appear as part of the surroundings. So, why don't we do that, very promptly, hmm?"

"Captain's Log. Stardate 7604.28. James T. Kirk commanding. Thanks to some unknown alien, we have arrived hundreds of years into Earth's past. Our mission is to rescue King Cimvtiv of Chomsk from the aliens who kidnapped him and return him to his planet, the newest member of the Federation. Unfortunately, the alien ship disappeared, as it entered Earth's atmosphere. Our sensors have been unable to pick up any trace of the ship...and very little in the way of Earth technology.

Earth. Our readings show that this is Earth in the latter part of the twentieth century, a dark time. The Eugenics Wars are over, but Earth is in the earliest stages of recovery. Most countries are in chaos. Food, water, and fuel are all in short supply. Society, in many countries, has almost entirely collapsed. We actually know very little about this time period. Historical records from this time are rare.

Our scanners show very few signs of organized society. Most of the technology is either transportation or weapons. Some countries' populations are almost entirely nomadic. Ecological damage is severe, with famine and drought...rampant.

The good news is no one will care about who we are. The bad news is that won't stop them from trying to kill us, if they think we have anything of value.

However difficult, we must find and rescue King Cimvtiv, without disturbing the timeline."

Kirk ended his log and turned to Spock, who stood gazing cooly at him.

"And, I am open to suggestions."

"We were able to form a trajectory from the alien ship's emissions. The emissions decreased, once the ship disappeared from our sensors, but some remained. Based on that trajectory, we narrowed the field to a twenty-mile radius on the fringes of Sydney, Australia."

"Twenty miles, Mr. Spock?"

Kirk frowned up at him, but Spock shook his head, firmly.

"Given the alien ship's capabilities, we were fortunate to narrow it down that much."

"Twenty miles, which we will have to cover on foot?"

"Indeed, Captain, and this is a decaying age. From what our sensors detect, most clothing is leather and other durable goods from twenty years ago or animal skins from recent kills."

"That bad."

Kirk gave himself a few seconds to grieve for the humans of this time, then shook himself.

"So, the landing party will have to be small."

The bridge went still, wondering who the captain would choose to go.

"Captain. This is a high-risk mission. I must recommend that no one in the command chain go down."

"Risk is part of the job, Spock. We know almost nothing about this time period. We don't have an expert we can rely on. I'm going, with one security guard. Any more than that and we risk detection."

"Very well, Captain," Spock said, his tone heavy with a suppressed sigh. "Then, I recommend that you take Arthur Temadsen with you. The lieutenant has expertise in hand-to-hand combat, projectile weaponry, and a personal interest in archaic engineering."

"What kind of archaic engineering?"

"Combustion engines seem to be his main, though probably not only, focus."

"Very well. Have him report to the transporter room. Order the computer to replicate suitable clothing."

Kirk suppressed a sigh, seeing the "suitable clothing" that waited for him. Lt. Temadsen was wearing a leather jacket. The left side of the jacket was black leather, while the right side was short-haired fur. A length of chain around his waist held up thick, stained denim trousers, torn and patched. Heavy black boots completed the outfit. Temadsen hadn't bothered with headgear, his hair close-cropped enough to fit in well enough.

"Well. That is stylish," Kirk drawled, flatly.

Temadsen smiled, his bright blue eyes twinkling with humor, though he held in a grin. He handed Kirk a heavy bundle.

"Yours, Captain. I'm afraid it isn't any better."

"Well, I don't imagine it's much worse."

Kirk went behind the transporter console to change and revised his opinion. His boots, fortunately, were similar to Temadsen's. The rest of his outfit was leather, except for the parts that were metal chains. Some of the chains formed a codpiece that went up from his groin to wrap around his hips, uncomfortably like a metal diaper. More lengths of chain ran from a heavy belt around his waist from front to back, forming a sort of vest over a stained shirt. A short cape was tied loosely around his neck. Kirk ran his fingers over the metal studs that covered the sides of the helmet he'd been given.

"Are all these chains really a good idea? Who designed this?"

"I picked it out, sir," Temadsen admitted, sheepishly. "I thought you should look more dangerous than me."

"Dangerous? Well, yes, I suppose anyone who would wear this could be considered that."

"I had the computer replicate some weapons our scans indicate will blend in. We'd look odd, and be targets, without them, sir."

Kirk examined the array of weapons, handguns, rifles, and knives of various sizes, grimacing. He picked up a serrated knife and sighed.

"All right. We'll carry these, but remember we're not here to fight. We'll also carry standard phasers, set to stun. Let's hope we don't have to use any of this."

"Of course, sir," Temadsen agreed, taking his share of the weapons and tucking them away.

Most living things yearn to communicate. Birds cheep, garbluses spriffle, and cats meow. Thinking beings, inevitably, feel the need to talk with each other. If there was a song to the universe, it was the sonic tide of voices, spreading a throbbing harmony of greeting, information, and idle gossip.

Of course, the song was flawed. Discordant notes, fighting, screaming, and cursing, broke up the harmony. Still, there was something reliable about the constant presence of chatter in sentient societies. This one was no different. Aver strode out of his ship, wearing loose layers of linen that covered the feather-like feelers that covered his cheeks and chin. They almost could have passed for a human beard, if they weren't a vibrant green. So, he and Seum wore linen over their leathers, as they headed out into the desert.

Seum looked around, frowning.

"It's amazing this planet came back from this wreck."

"That's why what we do is so important, Seum. History is a guide, to keep from repeating terrible errors and history is most effective, when you can learn about it firsthand."

"So, you never feel any doubts about taking people?"

"When we take someone who will be missed, living a content life...yes. But, it's for the greater good," Aver insisted, looking around, then sighing. "I certainly won't have any qualms about removing someone from here. They'll be far better off."

"Yeah, steady food and drink is a good thing. Are you sure our display will be around here?"

"He has to be somewhere. We're directly in the center of the triangle formed by the three civilizations he is supposed to have founded. Most nomadic sentients keep within a certain territory. For now, we will suppose he is in the area. If he isn't, we might find someone who is familiar with his route."

Seum grabbed Aver's arm and dragged him behind a nearby tent, making a warning hiss in his throat.

"Now, Seum," Aver whispered. "Do calm down. This is a dangerous time, certainly, but we've braved worse."

"I saw a transporter beam."

"Then, again, we've never been pursued by the Enterprise. Which direction?"

"East."

"Fine. We'll go North."

"Not west?"

"No, no. They'll probably head in a straight line. North it is, unless you prefer to go south?"

Seum blinked, giving a half-shrug.

"I don't see how it matters. North is good. Though. Maybe we should try and get a look at them?"

"Erm. I'd rather not, thank you."

"But..."

"Oh, all right! Don't twist my arm about it," Aver snapped, his face feelers throbbing and inflating.

"I thought you told me to calm down."

"Yes, well, I did. It's no good both of us being anxious. I need you to keep a clear head."

Seum kept his sigh silent, nodding. There was no use arguing. Aver was simply like that, so Seum headed north.

[sonnetnumber23]

Thank you dear @curiouslissa and @maniacalmole for sending me questions from writer’s ask! I found them very interesting and inpossible to answer, lol. It was real fun! Sorry the post is so long – I guess, I very much enjoy talking about doing things instead of, you know, actually doing them.

I’ll combine your asks, okay?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I don’t really have rituals now. I just want silence and my computer. Oh, and I suppose I can’t write after meals. You know as they say: “An artist must be hungry.” It’s hard to write when I’m hungry, but it’s absolutely impossible to write when I’m full. So you see that there’s very little opportunity and time for me to write, lol. Now you know why it’s always taking me so damn long to finish stuff.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

I’m not sure I fully understand if “go feral” is positive or negative in this context. :’D

So I’ll just mention things that make me feel things, lol.

The English the word I absolutely dislike for some reason is affection. Ew! It sounds so formal – as if a person considers all feelings to be some sort of mental disease or weakness of soul. There’s something both in the formation of the word and in the sound of it. Why don’t they just say “love” or “fondness”? XD

The word I absolutely adore is vulnerable. Every time I see it in the text I go numb and cold inside for a moment and then feel a weird aching fondness spead all over me. :D It’s also amazing ‘caus it doesn’t fully translate into Russian (my first language) – we’d need like three different words to choose from, and none of them would convey the whole range of meaning.

In Russian I can’t really come up with a word that affects me on its own. I really hate the word сердце (‘heart’) when it’s used in literature to describe feelings. I have good imagination and I understand metaphors and stuff, but every time someone says something like ‘I love you with all my heart’, I immediately picture an organ, and all that anatomy doesn’t help me feel for the characters.

I love the word хотя (‘although’) – it sounds and feels like a small door opening into the wonderland of possibilities.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

When someone reads it, of course! XD And quotes it back at you, and says in which moments they laughed or gasped. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t say it. But if we mean the process, I really like the moments when a supporting character you hadn’t cared for too much before suddenly starts opening up, and you fall in love with them so much that they might even overshadow the main characters for a while.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Oooh, there’re several questions in one! I fear this is going to be boring and pretentious. Sorry!

I think I started when I was like 5-6 y.o, and I was making up stories in my head which I can now describe as hurt/comfort original stories and fics. I have no idea why. Always was ashamed of those. I wish someone had told me back then that there was a whole genre for them and a lot of people who enjoyed the same stuff. Later, I started writing down stories mostly about characters I knew too well (as they were all based on me and people I knew) and things I knew nothing of – like spies and made up politics or magic and places from my dreams.

There was an episode when I was about 15 and was writing one of my rather childish fantasy novels. I met a person in my music club – he was about 40 then and loved asking people questions like: ‘What was your creative journey?’ And he asked me: ‘So, you write. What are you writing for?’

I thought a bit and said quite confidently, because it has always been the purpose for me: ‘I want to make some people happy. I want to bring some joy.’

Later it transformed a bit, and the main purpose of writing became: ‘I want to talk. I can’t talk directly, because I’m afraid of being misunderstood, but I want to, and I want someone to hear me.’

Oh yeah, there were bumps! :D I suppose the biggest bumps happened when I sent my works to a few of young writers’ contests. I mean, those are places where you’re lucky to even be selected as a participant. And they chose me, and I was delighted. And then, during the seminars where the writers and editors are dissecting your story or play you realize what a complete useless looser you are. And the worst thing is that you understand that they are right and it really is a shit story/play. XD The fun thing is that it never made me want to give up writing. Not in the slightest. If anything it made me want to work harder to show myself and everyone that I have something give. But it did make me feel less about myself. And it made me give up on going to the contests and conferences.

However, what saved me from that upsetting period was fanfiction. It made me return to my original purpose – writing for the sake of fun and for bringing joy to others. And it’s the thing that really matters, I think.

Now, as I’m trying to go back to the original thing I’ve been writing fot a while already, I’m trying to make it a talk that could probably make someone happy along the way. Or at least make someone feel things. I dunno.

 25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Nothing’s irrelevant to the story, c’mon! :D

His door bell doesn’t work. His clients always inform him beforehand about their visits and his friends never come to his flat (for reasons). Therefore every time someone knocks unexpectedly, he’s stressed.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I start by playing the part. Like I’m in the theatre and I’m acting out this scene, playing the character. So I need to feel how they move, talk, and think. Then to make them plausible and relatable, I bring as much of myself into them as it seems natural for this or that character. Just some random thoughts or little details of habits. So at the end it’s impossible to say who’s in whose head.

I don’t so much regret as I sometimes envy those of them who – even though they’ve come out of me – managed to become better people than I am.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Shame. The simple thought of: ‘What’s the point of you if you can’t even do the only thing you love doing?’ XD

[tsainami]

wip prep tag #2

tagged by: @isherwrites​ tysm!! sorry it took this long to get to.

rules: answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.

last time i did this it was for cheat (which you can find here), this time i’ll do grave mercy.

FIRST LOOK

1. describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch).

a girl against a theocracy (but for its religion) and a boy against its religion (but for the theocracy) who have very ? confusing ? backgrounds ? (and are vampires) somehow end up meeting while investigating a cannibalistic angel. they end up doing something ridiculous together: unraveling ‘god.’

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)

as far as i can see where the plot’s going, probably a trilogy.

3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?

vampires. religious ones! in priestly/nun-ly (not a word) clothing! which comes in mostly white or bright colors because they’re not fans of black vestments. black armor yes, black clothes no. and since there’s vampires, there’s blood. but also gore. and also cults. and devils, angels, monsters, conspiracy! plus a lot of french gothic architecture.

4. What other stories inspire your novel?

book of the ancestor trilogy by mark lawrence. if you’ve read it, it’s probably obvious.

5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel.

i haven’t done any edits for this a whole either rip. it’s not much right now, but here’s its pinterest board.

MAIN CHARACTER

6. Who is your protagonist?

my main protagonist is a girl called ines nenci. she’s a novice at a convent known (or, unknown) to reform young girls whose faith are tainted.

7. Who is their closest ally?

her closest friend is this younger novice named dafne who she constantly worries about and is very protective of. she views dafne as her closest ally, and throughout the story she retains that sentiment. objectively speaking though, it’s probably reuven. after they meet and her fight or flight response when it comes to him calms down lol.

8. Who is their enemy?

the theocracy. namely the ava santi who sits at its head. and also herself.

9. What do they want more than anything?

this is going to sound anticlimactic maybe, but emotional comfort and security. ines really just wants to stop having to be scared all the time. stop having to hold on to anger and allow herself to finally express her hurt and pain after all the years she’s spent oppressing it. she wants to depend on someone and be able to trust them instead of just being the one depended on while in truth she’s just being manipulated. she honestly just. wants. inner peace (lol).

10. Why can’t they have it?

there are many reasons. let’s start with a few minor obstacles in the shape of people who keep her alive solely for the purpose of using her to further their ambitions: 1. the abbess of the convent. this chick keeps ines in her house only to serve as a tool in her plot of overthrowing the theocracy. the convent’s pretty much a facade for this group of heretics to eventually hold some sort of rebellion. but they’re being really dirty about it. 2. the ava santi (aka ye olde pope). he killed her dad. he was also supposed to kill her, but this amazing idea popped up in his brain and he decided “nay, send her to the convent dear men o’mine.” reasons for this is because a) he hates that fucking place and has wanted it dead for years and b) he can’t touch that fucking place because politics and also One Deep and Dark Secret that would cost his position and probs life should it be exposed. 3. the so-called cannibalistic angel she meets, whose reasons for using her are too spoilery to share at the moment. but it’s got something to do with the one ‘god’ of their faith.

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

that she’s cursed. it’s repeated a lot in the first chapter, actually. her dad’s death and some of his last words really drilled it in her. and it makes sense, because her existence is scorned by the faith and she learns more and more about this (with the misfortune of having to witness her papa burn ffs as lesson 1 of all things) as she grows up.

12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)

she’s got thick, wavy black hair. pretty long (goes up to mid-back i think) and it’s always braided and then tied up into a low bun. she’s always wearing her habit (which is white) and even if she isn’t she tries to wear something close (usually white too) because it makes her feel secure. she has a black cloak she wears when she goes walking around the capital or the woods (that she really and i mean really knows how to work, especially when she’s killing something so not too much of nasty stuff stains her clothes). usually armed to the teeth. hidden blades everywhere. though you can’t really see that i guess. 

sometimes, she carries a sword.

PLOT POINTS

13. What is the internal conflict?

ines is moroi, which is a race that is treated little better than rabid dogs are in montevena. there aren’t many moroi in existence any more because of wars that involved genocide long ago + the fact that as moroi all you have to do to get sentenced to death sometimes is to accidentally bump into someone. anyway, her internal conflict mostly revolves around her struggle between hating what she is and yet having to depend so heavily on it. she wants to separate herself from being moroi, but that’s impossible since she has to face it everyday. even if people weren’t there to remind her, her body can’t lie. she really, really hates it but there’s no other choice but to live with it.

14. What is the external conflict?

everyone is against the theocracy for their own reasons and the theocracy is against everyone. the teams switch up sometimes though and things get wild when a cannibalistic angel appears and the OG residents of the world, the devil-gods, get weaved into the mayhem (did i mention this takes place in an au hell? because it does).

15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?  

if ines is put through what she went through as a child, having her world break like that (it wasn’t only her dad’s death, it was all the things about the world she was totally clueless about because up until then her dad had limited her knowledge of it, so her whole life was a big fat lie), it would be B A D. the people currently capable of hurting her that way is an older nun from the abbey named sister aura and dafne.

16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

huge spoilers so i’ll be vague. something monumentally of relevance to not just ines or reuven, but the whole world is a total sham. also if you can believe it or not, aliens are involved (but it totally isn’t what it sounds like lmao).

17. Do you know how it ends?

a little, but not too well right now.

BITS AND BOBS

18. What is the theme?  

there’s an absolute truth to everything. but a lot of the times it gets corrupted by people with ill-bred intentions. that doesn’t mean the truth itself is horrible, though. so it’s always good to discriminate and keep in mind that, just like that guy who yells about global warming but clearly doesn’t know what he’s talking about while he goes ‘round the world in private jets that secrete shit tons of shit, sometimes we don’t know everything either.

19. What is a recurring symbol?  

i have no idea. (yet)

20. Where is the story set? (Share a description!)

a city-state called montevena which is loosely based off of vatican city but much more french gothic and kinda creepy. later the story moves through parts of canza, one of the three sanctified states that reuven is from.

21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?

yes. predominantly one that occurs in a cave.

22. What excited you about this story?  

the development of the characters. particularly ines, reuven, gabriele, dafne, hazael, mirta and other supporting characters (including the abbess and the ava). it’s just... so interesting. i low-key had a mindfuck about it.

23. Tell us about your usual writing method!  

a copy paste from my previous post on this:

my method is freak out! write a sentence. think about useless things (why would a pigeon be at the city square at night? that doesn't make sense? is it a normal pigeon? what is the purpose of its life?). try not to get distracted (i always do though) and write another sentence. 

the day i’m 92 is the day i finally have two fully written novels with my name plastered all over them in my arms.

TAGGING: @brekkerings @pilipalea @apollchiles (if you guys haven’t done this yet) and anyone else who wants to.

[hiddles-and-skittles]

Ride

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,585

Summary: Gatherings can't be that bad, right? Especially if your boyfriend convinces you to ditch early for a ride home on his motorcycle. It's just unfortunate he's gotta rile you up beforehand.. .

Warnings: 18+, kinda masturbation/edging by motorcycle???, teasing, pet names; sweetheart, doll, cocky Bucky (what? He's definitely a warning)

Notes: This idea came to me and I absolutely could NOT put it down. I don't typically write smut or anything along those lines, so any feedback is appreciated! This is way out of my comfort zone😅

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"Come on, Sam is waiting on us."

You roll your eyes and dramatically throw yourself back on the bed. "Yeah well, Sam can wait. I don't even want to be there."

"And you think I do?" He calls to you, pulling on his gloves and nearly stomping back towards your room.

"Bucky, I don't want to go." He stands in your doorway and you pout at him, making him sigh.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. "I know. But who says we gotta stay all night?" At this, you raise up from your mopey position. "We make an appearance, talk to Sam for a little while, then get lost in the crowd and disappear. He won't even notice."

You hum thoughtfully. "Good point." You swing your legs over the bed and slip into your Converse shoes, plastering a smile to your face and gleefully skipping due to the fact you'll get to leave early.

Sam was having a reunion party with some buddies from his Afghanistan tours. It was a huge event downtown, but neither you nor Bucky was a big fan of crowds. So the two of you only considered going in support of Sam.

Bucky stopped on the apartment complex's steps, narrowing his eyes at an empty parking spot. "He took my bike."

You snorted. "Cab it is."

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Shortly you arrive at the event and he opens the cab door for you, his knuckles grazing down your arm to catch your hand in his. The action sends a shudder through your body and he smirks, stopping to give you a scheming look.

"What?" you ask him, furrowing your eyebrows and squeezing his hand.

"Nothing," he simpers.

You decide to be suspicious of him for the rest of the evening.

There are a plethora of people but you both advance through the crowd in search of Sam, Bucky stopping you to point out that Sam is quite preoccupied. He nudges you towards the most empty table he can find so you can sit down. On either side of you both is an empty seat, and the rest of the chairs are filled by half-drunk, burly men sporting drinks.

One of them turns to you and introduces himself and his comrades. A few of them take quick note of Bucky's name, quoting something Sam has mentioned about him before then thanking Bucky for his service. You wrap your arm around his middle and look up at him with pride, nuzzling yourself closer to your soldier.

You're both quiet as the vets around you continue their chatter about their best times, their laughter making the atmosphere light. You have to admit, you might actually be enjoying yourself. You're lost in a story about a guy teaching his kid how to hot wire a car when a hand squeezes your thigh.

Your knee immediately jerks and hits the table and you have to bite your bottom lip to stifle a yelp. A few heads turn in your direction and as you feel the warmth spreading to your face, you feign a sneeze, apologizing for the interruption. Bucky remains dead panned, although the sides of his mouth subtly quirk up. You glare at him. "Bless you, sweetheart," he patronizes. You shift uncomfortably as the men return to their conversations.

His hand makes its way back to your thigh and you inhale sharply through your nose. "Bucky," you whimper, swallowing hard.

"Gotta keep quiet for me, doll, or I'll stop," he tuts lowly. Instinctively you spread your legs a little to make enough room for his hand. Your breath hitches as he circles your clit with his middle finger, lightly tracing down your clothed mound. You curse yourself for wearing jeans, because the thickness of the denim heavily affects the way he feels against you.

But you want more.

He presses harder until Sam struts over to the table, and Bucky innocuously throws his arm around your shoulder. You huff in frustration and he chuckles.

"Surprised you two haven't left yet," Sam laughs, sipping a beer and slapping a hand over Bucky's shoulder.

"Why would we do that?" Bucky asks sarcastically.

Sam rolls his eyes playfully. "Stay awhile, enjoy the sunset and have a drink. They're all on the house." You both pause in thought. "I knew that would convince you!"

"Well," you start. "The sky is gorgeous right now. Maybe just one drink till the sun sets."

Someone then calls for Sam and he excuses himself, telling you he'll see you back at home later. You watch him disappear into the crowd, reality hitting you that you're still worked up from Bucky's teasing. And all it takes is a devious look from him to get you riled up again. You shoot up from your seat to thank the vets around you for their service, and tell them that it was nice to meet them, but you have some personal matters to attend to at home. Bucky follows suit, grabbing your hand.

You try to push your way through the crowd without an obvious, horny spring in your step, and as you pass by a table, Bucky fishes a beer with his free hand without stopping.

"I'll call the cab back here and we can-"

"No."

"What?" You stop in your tracks and Bucky lets go of you, continuing to walk to where his motorcycle is parked. He beckons you over with a crooked finger as he mounts the bike, and you fold your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow.

"What? It's not like he'll be able to drive tonight anyway." He foots the kick stand, placing his beer in the back compartment then bringing his hands up to twist around the handlebars. "Come on, let's go watch the sunset."

"The-the sunset?" You ask incredulously.

"What? You said it was pretty, let's go get a closer look." Your eye twitches at his feigned ignorance.

"Bucky I swear to god if you don't take me right now-"

He grins. "Then I just won't take you at all." He revs the engine once to accentuate his threat and you groan. "Come on or I'll leave you."

"Fine."

You march over to him and swing your leg over the bike, nestling yourself into his back and situating your hands on top of his shoulders. The engine roars to life, the heads of onlookers catching your eye and in one swift motion he kicks it into gear and you're off.

The winds whips your hair and licks at your face, causing you to constantly tear it away from your eyes. Once free, you take in the view before you, ever amazed at how the sun sets on the water; the sky glows with an orange and pink hue, making it look like a painting. And for a moment you forget about your throbbing lower half until you shift to get a little more comfortable on the seat and oh. Oh.

Your hands impulsively tighten around his shoulders and your jaw goes slack, gasping as the vibration from the motorcycle hits just the right spot. You let out a light moan and no sooner clap a hand over your mouth, hoping Bucky hasn't heard you. Your head slumps forward on his back.

"You good back there?" He yells over his shoulder.

"Y-yeah! Uh-all good!" you wheeze, attempting not to sound too out of sorts. The street is bare as he stops at a red light, and you try to breathe so as not to let the pleasure overtake you. It's not that you don't want to let go, it's just that you know you'll never hear the end of it from him of you do.

When the light turns green, he revs the engine so many times you lose count. Your mind is swirling in ecstacy and you start to pant faster, clinging onto Bucky for dear life as you near your release.

You screw your eyes shut, the coil finally snapping while you bite down harshly on the shoulder of his leather jacket. By this point you're unabashedly gasping and moaning, your hips bucking wildly into the seat as your clit is overstimulated to the point it hurts.

You pray for the ride to your apartment to end while he speeds up, causing you to sob into the waves of pleasure the vibrations are granting you. You claw mindlessly at his torso until he finally slows to a stop, and you catch your breath to come to your senses. You can't help the nagging, coherent thought that the ride home had taken a lot longer than usual and you realize the sky is now completely black and littered with stars.

He knew. That fucker knew.

Bucky dismounts the vehicle and stands before you with a hand on his hip and a smug demeanor. You lean forward on your hands, still heaving to try and even out your breath.

"Enjoy the ride?" Bucky taunts, flat lining his lips.

"Fuck-" pant  "-you," you nearly spit. He chuckles darkly. "You were edging me, with a goddamn motorcycle."

He scratches the back of his head. "I might have added a little extra something just for you."

You raise your head. "Why don't we go upstairs and you let me get my revenge?"

He huffs. "What's the point? You already came all over my seat."

"It wasn't your cock," you retort, untangling your wobbly legs from the bike. Bucky reaches out to steady you, pulling you to him by your waist.

"Fair point, pretty girl."

[mommymothman]

PART TWO (thank you to @deathbread1 @valiantraven and @villainous-thorn for requesting the continuation which consequently dragged me kicking and screaming from my writing slump to write a sparring scene, something I haven’t done in a very long while, so this was fun, especially since this is a flirty sparring scene. enjoy.)

If the hero pinned them to the floor one more time, Villain was going to riot.

Riot, scream in a pillow later, curse at their newfound ally for being so hot, the usual.

Breathing heavily, a smile on their face, Hero rolled off of the now, disheveled villain. They stood and reached for the villain’s hands to pull them up, and once they did, their bodies had met up in the middle. Villain was a few (many) inches shorter than Hero, so their eyes lined up with the hero’s chest. Blushing hard already, they pointedly did not look up to make eye contact with them.

“Another round?”

“You are insatiable, Hero. Sure.”

Walking to opposite ends of the mat, Villain and Hero grinned at each other, twirling their weapons in their hands, anticipation thick between them.

“Ready?”

Without an answer, Villain was already charging towards them, and their bastons met with a loud crack that echoed across the room.

“Oh that’s mean, love.” Hero said, whirling and making a move to strike at the villain, who blocked and smiled wide.

“And you’d expect any less from me?”

“Oh definitely not, that’s why sparring with you is so fun.”

God, you are adorable. Villain couldn’t help but think. And it was refreshing, to spar as allies now, just to have fun, to spend time together.

“You’re hesitating again darling, why are you hesitating?” Hero questioned, knocking Villain back, sending them to the defensive.

“I-“

“And you’re blushing. Oh what has gotten into you now, love?”

Villain grunts as they’re pushed up against a wall. Panting heavily, they ask “How can you tell that I’m hesitating?”

As they ask this, they take advantage of the distraction and maneuver off the wall, putting their baston and arm around Hero’s neck. Quick to react, their opponent flips Villain over, and the two grapple on the floor, weapons forgotten. Villain rolls them over, so now it is Hero pinned to the rubber mat, but they lose hold when the hero grins up at them and says “You always do, when you fight me. Even before you reformed to our side. I could always see it. You hesitate, you make sure not to hit me as hard as you can-“

“That is not true, I’ve been-“

Villain begins to protest but Hero rolls them over again, shutting them up as their arms are pinned to the floor like all the other rounds before this.

“Oh, I’ve seen what you can do darling, and you always seem to spare me from experiencing it firsthand.”

Villain just stares up at them, panting. They don’t know what to say to that.

“Why?” Hero presses again.

“Because….because-“

“Because what?”

“Because I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to see you hurt, and I swore that I would never be the cause of your pain again.”

“Oh.” is all the hero can manage.

There is a moment of silence, the two just staring at each other, chests heaving, still in the same position as when their match ended, tension thick between the two (romantic, sexual tension mostly but that will be dealt with later).

“I care about you too, you know.”

Oh definitely rioting, and screaming into a pillow, and cursing at their newfound ally for making them feel like this.

“You do.” Villain says, not a question, more of hesitantly stating a fact.

“I do.” The hero repeats, getting off of their disheveled partner and helping them to their feet.

“Well then,” Villain says, suddenly perked up, rushing to gather their stuff and putting on their coat. “Nice fight- match- er.. talk. whatever. Uhm, yeah, be seeing you.”

“Villain, wait-“ but they are already out the door. Before Hero can react to their partner’s sudden need to leave, they realise just how red Villain’s face was, and they smile.

Oh, they are adorable. God, Villain why do you have to be so attractive.

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MMKAY, SO I STARTED THIS OFF WITH STEAMY NOT SAFE FOR WERK YK YK INTENTIONS BUT IT TURNED VERY LOVE CONFESSIONY SO MAYBE NEXT TIME IF Y’ALL WANT A PART THREE ASDHFJKHJKDSA

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part one

part three