#or booting the game up would've been a pain

[pentacass]

kissies collection 🥹💕💕

[resi4skz]

Title: Starstruck (pt2)

Pairings: idol!Chan x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, bike s*x

‼️MDNI‼️

Part 1 , Part 3

"Right in here, please," I say as I put a checkmark on the list of things to put away before closing the bakery. "I need everything to go smoothly as possible on Monday."

"Why are you so snappy?"

I turn, giving Luna a confused look. "I'm not snappy."

"Uh huh," she rolls her eyes as she took off her apron. "Let's go before you start hyperventilating about seeing their fanmeet in about," she glances at her wrist watch, "3 hours."

"I don't know what to wear."

"Alright. Let's go."

"Where we going?"

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We arrived at the venue an hour earlier and we showed the tickets to the vendor. "Ah, right this way please." He leads us to a different enterance and I glance at the back, seeing others standing in line with merch.

"But-"

"Ma'am, these are VIIP tickets. It gives you access to backstage."

"Okay. He's definitely going in the good books," Luna says smiling.

"Jeez, how much do you think he spent of these tickets?"

"Honestly? Probably a lot, but who knows?" She shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe he got them knowing you were coming."

Fuck. How do you expect to me to act after knowing this information?

We walk around the staff and stand just right to the main stage. The butterflies in my stomach right now is nothing compared to what it would've been watching them from the front. This was their 4th fanmeet and I couldn't have been more happier for them. They have achieved so much in the past 6 years.

"Okay, wow. This is awesome," Luna says, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Are you sure I'm wearing the right clothes?"

"Yes, now stop fussing over it!"

She made me wear a black corset with black skirt, boots and a leather jacket. My hair was down in loose curls. Okay, maybe she does have some taste.

"Hey, you made it."

I turn around and I'm again blown away by he man in front of me. He was wearing a blue coat and pants with white shirt underneath, topped with black boots. And his hair was styled in a wavy look. And damn, he looked good. "I hope no one gave you trouble coming inside?"

"Uh, no. Everything went smoothly," I replied. I felt a poke on my arm. "Ah, right. This is my best friend, Luna."

"Oh, hi Luna. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah," she waves nervously at him. I roll my eyes. Why did I even bring her with me?

Then more guys appear behind him. Oh my god. It's them. Leeknow, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N. The whole gang is here. Holy cannolli. This isn't real life.

"Alright, we gotta go. It's time for us to go on the stage," Chan states. For a second, I felt his eyes trail over me, my attire but he turned around and walked away with the group. I blinked, asking myself what happened.

But he turned around and walked straight to me. He takes my hand and says, "I'll see you later?"

I nod.

He smiles, his dimples on display. He leans in, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. "See you later, babygirl," he says, winking at me before sprinting back.

"Did he just....kiss you on the cheek? Wait. Am I dreaming?" Luna pinches her arm and hisses in pain. "Definitely not dreaming. Holy shit."

Holy shit was right.

Because their fanmeet was a success. They played small games, did dance challenges, did a lot of performances and by the end of it all, they were still happy and energetic. I don't think I've ever seen them be this happy before.

And their performances? Just wow. And with Chan in a sleeveless top? Those arms made me weak in the knees. "Stop drooling."

I sigh, feeling those butterflies again. "Luna, I'm not drooling."

"Is it me or is he only looking at you?"

"Who?" I asked as I follow the direction she pointed at. He's smiling, but his eyes show something else, something desperate as he looks at me. He disappears in the back rooms, probably to change and freshen up.

"Okay. You have my permission," Luna nods.

"Permission?" I blinked at her.

"To get thoroughly fucked by h-oompf."

I cover her mouth with my hand. "Are you insane?!"

She pries my hand off. "Do you not want to? You do know who he is, even as the biker tiktok dude."

"I knew I shouldn't have told you that."

"Hey, I would've found out either way. But the question still remains."

"Which is?"

"Do you like him? Enough to take you, sweep you off your feet?"

"I mean yeah, but-"

"Oh. Here he comes."

He walks over, wearing all black. Very similar clothing to mine. "Ready?"

"Uh, are we leaving?"

"Yes. You and me. I wanna take you for a ride."

I look at Luna then back at him. I feel her hand on my back, giving me a little push. He grabs my hand, intertwining it with his own as we walk away, sprint more like, away from the book. "Wait. What about the res-" He stops, turns around and cups my face, he takes advantage of my surprised expression and swoops in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he smiles down at me before grabbing my hand again and walking outside.

What just happened?

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*CHAN'S POV*

The roar of the engine filled the night air as I zoomed down the empty road, the darkness engulfing me like a comforting shroud. The pair of gloves hands around my waist felt more comfortable than riding my bike alone. Her hands were small but god, did they feel good against me.

My headlights cut through the blackness ahead, illuminating the twisting road as it disappeared into the distance. The cool night air whipped against my helmet, the only sound besides the thundering of the engine. I was going to the place I had found a few weeks ago, where I could be this tiktok personality I made for myself.

I felt her arms tightened around me. Maybe she wasn't used to bike rides? Flashes of streetlights and neon signs painted the surroundings in streaks of light, blurring past in a colorful whirlwind. The occasional silhouette of a building or tree flashed by, casting eerie shadows in my path.

As I leaned into the curves, the sensation of speed combined with the solitude of the empty road created a thrilling sense of freedom. But with her behind me, it was more than freedom. I had been waiting for this day. I wanted to see her again because when I dropped her off at her place the other day, all I wanted to do was rip off that dress she wore.

It was then I knew that I was fucked. 100% fully fucked.

The city lights glimmered in the distance, a distant beacon guiding us on our journey through the night. In that moment, it was just me, my bike, Y/N and the open road stretching out before us—an endless expanse of possibility and adventure.

As I take a turn, I felt her hands wandering. Any lower, it would be dangerous territory. I grab her hand and squeeze. A warning. But as I speed off into the highway, her hands slide down low. Lower. Until they've reached their destination.

The little minx.

Through my tight jeans, she uses her hands to grab my clothed dick and gives it a rub. Fuck. My hand tightens as I try to maintain my hormones at bay level till we were at the destination.

5 minutes.

She gives it another rub and I almost crash. This is going to be harder than I thought.

4 minutes.

I swerve into the left lane, as the traffic was faster and I wanted nothing more to reach the location faster than I had originally planned.

3 minutes.

I groan as her hands slide up and down a bit quicker. I grip her hand, stopping it.

2 minutes.

Reaching around my back, I find her ass cheek and gives it squeeze. Hard. I feel her jerk towards my back.

1 minute.

Taking a left turn, I see the familiar abandoned cliff as her hand reaches down again. I curse as I increase the speed of my bike. I need to get there faster.

30 seconds.

Slowing down the bike, I, very gently, park the bike.

15 seconds.

Turning off the ignition, I wait till she's off the bike. Then I climb off, unbuckle the clasp of my helmet before taking it off as she also takes her helmet off.

5 seconds.

I stare at her till she's composed herself. Then I'm on her.

*Y/N POV*

I don't get time to breathe as he's on me within seconds, our helmets long forgotten on the ground. Lips and teeth clashing as his hands slide around my back, giving it a slight push towards him. I felt his hardness on my lower tummy. "Wait," I lightly push him away. "I need to breathe."

His delicious mouth travels down to my jaw and neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. "Mmm, Channie," I moan as he sucks and bites a spot on my neck.

"You little minx," he breathes against my mouth. His hands travels to my hair and grabs a bunch before yanking on it lightly making my head tilt up a bit. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"I may know on some leve-, ah," I let out a yelp when he yanks on my hair.

"Brat." He growls, attacking my neck with wet kisses and biting the delicate skin. "I had to tell the boys I was going for my nightly rides," he gives a long sniff before coming up. "But they don't know I was going with you."

Fuck.

I'm then hoisted up on the bike as he settles himself between my legs and kisses me again. His kisses are desperate and dominating. I reach for his jeans when his hands grab my arm. "Nuh uh, baby." He makes me stand and spins me around. "I need to be inside you."

"But, ah!" I moan as his palm makes contact with my right ass cheek as he bends me over.

He wastes no time and removes my black panties from under my skirt. "Damn. You're perfect." I hear something ripping which I think was a condom wrapper.

And then, in one swift motion, he snaps his hips into me. My eyes roll back in my head as I groan at his girth, feeling the stretch. "Fuck," I groan. I've imagined this moment in my delusional mind but this was beyond my dreams. "How are you this big?"

"Fuck, you're so tight," he moans as he pulls out completely before snapping his hips against me. "This cunt was made for me, fuck you feel so good."

"Chan."

He gradually picks up speed as his hand travel around my waist towards my throbbing clit. The only sound you could hear was our heavy breathing, into the darkness surrounding us. I felt the tight knot in my lower belly ready to burst. "Chan, please."

"Fuck, yes!" He grunts, now slamming into me. "You're close, aren't you? You gonna cum? You gonna cum for me?"

I nod my head. "Yes!"

His fingers rubs my clit and I see stars in front of my eyes as my climax hits me the hardest, my legs shaking but he doesn't stop. "Oh, fuck. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum. I'm gonna cum." His hips ram into me a few more times before he stills, spilling his seed into the rubber.

We stay like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths. He finally pulls out and I groan at the odd feeling. I try to move but my legs refused to budge. "Uhm."

I hear him zipping up his jeans. "You okay?"

"I can't move."

"What?"

"My legs."

He softly chuckles as he walks over and grabs both my arms, lifting me up. I shriek. "Put me down!"

"Hold still!"

He turns me around and puts me on the bike with my legs hanging over. Placing his hands on the lower part of my legs, he gently starts massging them. "Good?"

"Hmm," I savour the feeling coming back to my legs. "You should've started with this first."

"Oh, really?"

The nerve of this guy, showing me his dimples. "I'm a sucker for massages."

"Noted," he says as he comes up, face to face. "Say, what are you doing next weekend?"

"Why, you wanna take me a on a date?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Well, considering how this date went, I might agree to it."

"Brat," he pecks my lips before he picks up the helmets and hands me mine. "You're more than welcome to feel me up again once we're on the road."

My cheeks heat, my blush making its permanent stay on my entire face. "Wha....I wasn't feeling you up!"

"Uh huh," he says wearing his helmet and grins turning his head towards me. "And I didn't give you the best sex of your life just now."

I narrow my eyes at him as I hop off to let him sit first. As he turns on the ignition, I climb on behind him. He grabs my hands and places them around his waist. And the we were off, into the same darkness that surrounded us mere minutes ago.

Who knew I would be startstruck by the guy I watched on my laptop and phone was interested in me? And the biker dude? Oh man. If only the world knew what we just did.....

A/N: wtf did I just write 💀

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Ed's Outfit 1 and Outfit 2

Soo...what kicked this off was me looking at Ed's outfits and relating them to real boxers and trainers. I've just been passively watching boxing videos and noting the stylistic choices Capcom decided to use for Ed and Balrog. And how some things so minor to Ed can still be used as a way to show character growth.

This little rant is going to be focused on Outfit 2 and a little on Outfit 1. Not so much so Outfit 3.

The first major thing I noticed was his Red Gloves in Outfit 2 and I originally thought they were the ones with the velcro strap that most Boxers today use. But they're actually the lace-up ones, that a lot of old-school boxers use.

Lace-up gloves usually require the help of another person to lace up them up for you. This is usually fine in a gym or before a fight, but it can be a pain when training alone. They’re slower to put on and take off, so they are not ideal for shorter bursts of training.

Lace ends could cut opponents, so the gloves are usually taped up at the wrist when fighting.

Glove tape is intended to prevent scratches, scrapes, and cuts from loose laces or velcro. It secures the lace or velcro in place, ensuring the gloves stay in place for the duration of the match. Lastly, glove tape offers an extra level of wrist support.

Storywise, I believe Balrog would've laced them up for Ed and taped down the laces every time Ed would've put this outfit on.

And you can see it in this shot of his gloves.

Another interesting detail about his gloves that Capcom included was the NS on the tape.

Of course In-Game it's meant to represent NeoShadaloo. But there's a purpose for signing the tape in Real life.

In boxing, this is done to ensure that the hand wraps are not tampered with after being inspected and approved by a boxing official. The official’s signature on a boxer's tape confirms that the wraps comply with regulations and haven’t been altered to provide an unfair advantage or added protection.

This has to be done when they are in the room or else they'll make the fighters do it all over again.

I could imagine the officials being on Ed's ass about this when the news broke out that he was training under Balrog. Moreso, not to lead into any foul play.

I'm not going to go too in-depth about the boxing Ed uses but know that because he doesn't have any formal padding in his Outfit 1, his fighting is considered bare-knuckles.

Bare-knuckle fighting today is growing popular in the underground scene.

And since Ed isn't hanging around Balrog like he used to, he probably opted to just use his wraps as the only form of protection for his hands.

ps. But boxers in the ring still wrap their hands before putting them in gloves to prevent any injuries to their hands.

Of course, in Ed's Outfit 1 he's dawning on some Boxing boots, but I can't say the same for his Outfit 2.

Most boxing boots are lightweight and they have a flat bottom to help boxers pivot and rotate, for technical movements. 

But for day-to-day training, the tread at the bottom of the shoe gets worn down fairly quickly and boxers burn through multiple pairs within a year.

The only downside to them is that they are pretty expensive so most boxers would save them until they step into the ring.

And although they have a high top, the shoes don’t provide a lot of support for the ankles. 

And since Ed doesn’t burn through many pairs of clothing like he used to in SFV, it seems reasonable that he would have a couple of official boxing shoes other than the ones shown in Outfit 1.

Another common shoe that boxers like to train in is Basketball shoes. 

Most boxing shoes that have a low top, still have a flat bottom and in the pictures above, it looks to be thicker. 

Like I mentioned before in SFV, Ed grew up relatively fast and he mentioned in his arcade mode how he kept growing into a new set of clothes every month.

Personally, I don’t think Balrog would’ve gotten Ed any official boxing gear until he settled into his own body. So basketball shoes are the way to go. 

It’s also good for newer boxers because of the density and weight. They typically protect the ankles, the bottom of your foot, and the sides a lot more than a boxing boot would. 

For someone starting off in boxing like Ed, getting the ability that he needs on his ankles, being able to move well without the fear of injury, and the bonus of moving around and performing fast, rapid movements, when he changes it out for a boxing boot, theoretically he would’ve been able to move quicker. 

And with Ed’s playstyle, he's seen to be pretty light on his feet. 

Wearing compression pants can help people check their form and correct things that don’t look right. Like if their knees are buckling, or if the athletes are staying upright, etc. 

Performance: Compression pants are specifically designed for athletic activities. They provide a higher level of pressure to the legs, which can help improve blood flow and reduce muscle fatigue.

Recovery: These pants can aid in faster recovery by reducing inflammation and assisting the lymphatic system in draining lactic acid built up from exercise.

Support: They offer more support and stability, which can help with balance and proprioception during a workout.

Overall a good piece to add to one’s collection for working out.

Boxing-wise, there isn't really much to say about the other pieces of clothing in his Outfit 1 and Outfit 2.

If it wasn't obvious, Ed's Outfit 2 was a redesign of his SFV outfit. And this also seems to be an outfit one would use to train in the gym in, rather than in the ring.

Mostly because of the regulations of wearing a shirt and compression pants.

Ed did mention in the Official SF6 news that he did want to look like Balrog and how much Ed idolizes him, so I thought that was cute.

And that's what mostly inspired me to drop this as I'm currently stressing about my clinicals to start. haha. Don't procrastinate kids. Time to disappear again!

Also, I was supposed to do one with Bosch specifically, but I can't really get behind his VA defending a gRapist.

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[apocalypseornaw]

Soulmate AU Series- Benny

Benny Lafitte x Reader

You and your soulmate have the same tattoo

@decadentstrangernacho I swear I didn't forget this!!!

An anchor of all things, marking your right wrist from the day you'd turned eighteen. Your soulmark, the one sure way you had of knowing who your soulmate was should you ever meet them. What a crock. If the myth was true and Zeus was the one responsible for splitting souls in half and forcing them to try to seek out their missing part you wouldn't given him the satisfaction of playing into the game.

You wore a leather cuff around your wrist, covering the mark. You knew for a fact someone could be happy without ever meeting their soulmate, hell you'd seen first hand the pain Sam had gone through when his mark faded after Jess, the pain Bobby had still been in from Karen's death and how insane John went after losing Mary.

Most hunters had taken to covering their marks, whether with cuffs like you and Dean or in some other way. Your life was destined bloody, brutal and short. Why drag some poor idiot down with you?

When Dean got blasted to purgatory you and Sam ended up splitting ways for a few months. He needed a break but you knew if you ever stopped hunting and gave yourself time to break you may not ever pull yourself back together.

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Almost a year passed when one night while you were crashing in one of Bobby's many cabins you got a call from Sam saying you needed to meet him as soon as possible. You never would've dreamed Dean was waiting with him.

You and the boys quickly settled back into the routine the three of you had gotten used to over years of hunting together. It worked so why try to fix it?

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One night after a particularly bloody hunt you were washing your hands in the sink of the hotel the three of you had picked while Dean waited for you to stitch his arm. You glanced up and realized he was standing in the doorway, holding your bandana to the wound but his eyes were glued to your bare wrist "Dean, you good?" You asked him as you dried your hands off. Sam had already put your shoulder back in place and cleaned up well enough to go after food so it was just the two of you.

He shook his head almost as if he had been in a trance "Yeah, I'm good sweetheart" you narrowed your eyes "Either you're lying or having more ptsd from purgatory. Which is it?" He shrugged "I'm exhausted and starving" you laughed at his words "See? Easy enough to tell me what's really wrong"

Dean didn't want you to know he was staring at your soulmark because for the last year he'd been staring at the matching one. Hell you still didn't know exactly how he'd gotten out of purgatory. He'd told Sam the entire story and even introduced him to Benny the weekend you'd gone to help Jody out but happened to leave out the part about Benny being your soulmate. How the hell should he approach the fact when he knew that your aunt had gotten killed by a nest and that was when Bobby had found you? Hell you'd hated the soulmark since it first appeared, even trying to get a tattoo over it.

He sat still while you put three stitches in his arm then cleaned the wound about the time Sam came walking back in the door. Sam wanted to tell you about Benny but would he if he knew?

You laid across the backseat of the impala laughing as Dean purposely sang along badly to the radio just to make Sam groan. You weren't sure where the three of you were headed because both of them were being dodgy about it but you didn't care. You trusted them fully and if they said there was a case, there was a case.

You'd almost dozed off when you heard Dean's voice and thought at first he was talking to Sam but then he said "Yeah, we'll meet ya there" who? Were the three of you backing another hunter? And what was bad enough to warrant four sets boots on the dirt?

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About an hour later you felt the impala lurch to a stop and sat up to see where you were. It looked like you'd headed south, were you in Louisiana?

The impala was parked in front of a gumbo shack. You motioned towards it with your hand "What are we doing here Dean?" He glanced back at you and shrugged "Don't know about you but I'm getting hungry. Figured we'd stop for a bite"

You weren't sure what the two of them was up to but you noticed him and Sam exchange a loaded look. "Is something going on?" You asked and was met with two innocent shrugs that were anything but. You wanted to argue more but your stomach growled and Dean grinned victoriously.

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You followed the two of them into the doors of the gumbo shack. Music played from an old jukebox but whatever was cooking smelled amazing. You spotted a pretty brunette woman at the register who greeted the three of you warmly and said to sit anywhere.

You picked a corner booth, giving the boys the wall and putting your back to the room. Any other time you'd insist on your back to the wall but with them you knew you were safe.

You felt a familiar prickling at the back of your neck but ignored it when the pretty brunette walked over. Her name tag said Elizabeth and you could see Dean's dimples he was grinning so hard. "What can I get for you three?" She asked, her accent telling you she was from around here. You glanced at the menu then back at her "It all looks good. Any recommendations?"

She smiled warmly "looking for a sandwich or something filling?" You cut your eyes at Dean "We've been on the road a while so I'd say something filling" she nodded "Then I'd say the gumbo. It's my favorite" "All we needed to know. Three gumbos" she wrote down on her order pad then looked at the boys "Drinks?" "Tea" all three of you echoed. She laughed "Love an easy table. Roy will bring it over if I'm busy"

You watched her walk off then glanced back at Dean "If you don't try to get her number I am" he laughed "You're always eager on the button to bust me aren't ya?" You shrugged with a grin.

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While you waited on your food you glanced around the inside of the restaurant. There were a few other patrons but your eyes landed on the man at the grill. He was around Dean's height, maybe a couple inches shorter but damn was he broad. He turned as if he could feel his eyes on you and when his blue eyes locked onto yours you felt your face warm. He was really good looking but you hated getting caught checking someone out.

The moment didn't go unnoticed by Dean who whistled low "Sweetheart are you claiming everyone in here today?" Refusing to let him see you blush you rolled your eyes "Why not?" He laughed and poor Sam looked just done with you both.

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You were emailing Garth when you felt a shiver go up your back and looked up to see the man who'd been cooking was sitting bowls down in front of Dean and Sam. You met his eyes and he gave you a warm smile "Enjoy darling"

He extended his right hand to place a bowl in front of you but his sleeve was rolled up to his elbow exposing his wrist and the anchor marking. You froze staring at his wrist as the prickle ran across your back again.

You looked from the man to Dean, realization sitting in that this was your soulmate and he was a vampire. He gave the slightest shake of his head and you felt like you'd been dipped in ice water. He knew, both things. You felt tears spring to your eyes and looked at Sam but he looked just as guilty. "Guessing you still haven't told her?" The man asked and you started to shake your head. The two people you trusted had lied to you and apparently whatever God was responsible for soulmates had a sick sense of humor.

You stood up, shoving past the vampire and headed for the door. You felt like you were going to be sick.

“Why did you think springing all this on her was a good idea Dean?” Sam and Benny both had been under the impression he'd told you everything but it turned out he hadn't told you anything.

Dean shrugged “She couldn't attack him in a restaurant Sammy! I mean we know her thing with vamps, was there any good way of her reacting here?” Benny shook his head, feeling oddly protective of you even after only meeting you once “She shouldn't have found out like that” he snapped.

Dean cut his eyes at him, raising an eyebrow but Sam laughed lightly “He's met her now, it's his instincts to protect her” Dean nodded slowly “Soulmate shit is weird” then added “Sam track her phone we gotta find her”

Ok maybe storming off on foot in a town you didn't know with no money and only a handgun was a bad idea but how could they hide this from you?

You unsnapped the cuff as you walked, staring at the anchor. Why a vampire? And how had Sam and Dean met him and why hadn't they taken care of him before ever having the chance to find out he was your soulmate?

You shook your head and snapped it back. You needed to call them but you were still pissed.

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You weren't sure how long or how far you walked before you heard the familiar rumble of the impala's engine pulling up next to you.

You stopped walking and heard Dean's voice “Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Please just get in and I'll tell you the entire story” you spun to face the car and realized it was only him “Where's Sam?” “With Benny. Now please get in”

You were hurt yeah but deep down you knew you could trust Dean with your entire life. You could give him the chance to explain even if it had better be the mount Everest of explanations.

About an hour later you and Dean were pulling up to a small cabin. When he parked you hesitated, picking at the cuff on your wrist “All I'm promising is to introduce myself. I trust you enough to trust him” he nodded “All I ask”

You climbed out the car behind Dean and followed him to the porch before realizing Sam and Benny were sitting on it watching the two of you. They stood as you got closer.

Dean looked from you to Benny before formally introducing the two of you. You took a deep breath before extending your hand. The moment Benny shook it there was a feeling like electricity that hit your mark. He must have felt it too. “Darling I didn't know Dean hadn't told you about me. I wouldn't have agreed to ambush you with this. I don't expect anything from you I just wanted to meet you once Dean told me about you, after he saw my mark or well after he saw my mark and fully trusted me”

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Like you'd noticed before he was good looking, broad with bright blue eyes and a crooked smile that made your heart flip and that accent was a killer. You almost forgot about him being a vampire, almost. “I didn't mean to react like that but me and vampires don't have a good track record” he nodded “Sam filled me in on your aunt”

You reached for his right hand and he gladly gave it to you, watching as you lightly traced the anchor on his skin “I have no clue why a hunter and a vampire were chosen for each other” he shrugged “When I was human and even after I was turned I figured I didn't have a soulmate because there was no mark but then this showed up”

You looked up at him “When?” When he told you how long the mark had been there you laughed “That was when I turned eighteen. So your soulmark showed up while you were in purgatory?” He nodded “Didn't figure I'd ever have a chance of meeting you until Dean landed there”

You realized you still had his hand so you dropped it gently before offering him a smile “Guess you're not that bad. You helped Dean, you don't feed off humans and you're not ugly” he laughed at that “And you're downright beautiful”

You shook your head “Easy Lafitte on the sweet talk” “Yes ma'am” he teased and you shook your head “I can offer you my friendship, if anything more comes we'll cross that bridge when we get to it but for now we can get to know each other” he smiled “I'd like nothing more”

[notgonnaedit]

Bad Batch Western AU: Into the Sunset

Chapter 1: Back to Smokey Hollow

Summery: Hunter finds a young girl while he's out hunting, forcing him to return to his childhood home

Master list

The bushes swayed lightly as the deer grazed. It was a large buck, it's neck as thick as a grown man's body and it's rack was twice that size. He sniffed the grass, plucking what he could in his flat teeth to eat. The woods were calm. The birds sang their songs, the wind rustled the trees, and the insects hummed with life in the warm summer air.

Little did this fine buck know that he was being watched. No more than a few feet away, a man sat in a bush. He clutched his knife in his calloused hand, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. The buck just needed to be a bit closer, then he was dinner.

But a sudden shriek of a train whistle earned the buck's attention. The birds ceased their songs, flying away from the possible predator. The buck followed suit, bounding away into the woods, never to be seen again.

Heaving a sigh, Hunter stood from the bush. He brushed a few leaves off of his clothes and looked around. He had been so close it was painful. He sheathed his knife and began to walk down the slope. Each step he took was silent on the forest floor. Hunter was always careful not to disturb the wildlife, just in case he ever wanted to return to hunt again.

His horse, a grey stallion named Havoc, was waiting for him down the hill by a stream. Hunter did a sliding motion down the hill, cautiously picking his pace so he wouldn't fall to his death.

Hunter looked around at the bright blue sky dotted with clouds. He took a breath of fresh air. It helped clear his mind and he needed that, especially after his hunt was unsuccessful. It would've been nice to actually have a decent meal. He'd been living off small game for a while. Rabbits, squirrels, and, if he was desperate, a raccoon.

He reached the bottom of the hill and walked to the stream. Havoc was waiting there, drinking the water that flowed past.

Hunter approached, patting his horse's side. Havoc raised his head and nuzzled Hunter. The man chuckled and pushed the horse away lightly. "You'll get me all wet, buddy." 

Havoc nickered in response and Hunter stroked his muzzle. "You are a spoiled boy, aren't you?" He said softly. In truth, he loved his horse. Havoc was his companion, always taking him where he needed to go. It wasn't too long ago that the stallion was an injured foal who's mother was killed by cougars. Hunter had nursed him back to health and the two of them had an unbreakable bond. Hunter could whistle and Havoc would come. But when he was a foal he got into lots of trouble, hence the name "Havoc".

A twig snapped behind them. Havoc's ears perked up, and if Hunter's could they would've. He tensed. No friendly traveler got this close without making himself known. It had to be a bandit.

He was right. In and instant someone grabbed Hunter from behind in an attempt to choke him. Hunter grabbed his arm, stomped his foot on the man's boot, and freed himself from his grasp. Once the man was in view, Hunter could see he had dark messy hair, pale eyes and day old stubble.

Without hesitation, Hunter swung his fist right into the bandit's jaw, knocking him back into the stream. The man wiped his mouth, looking up at him in anger. Now that his face wasn't covered by his hat, seeing as it fell in the water, Hunter saw that his attacker was just a kid, maybe young 20s. "I've got half a mind to kill you right here." He said.

The man spat at his feet, seemingly unafraid of Hunter. "Go ahead and try, old man." He stood, raising his fists to fight more. "You ain't gotta gun." Blood started to trickle from his lip, but the man made no attempt to wipe it away.

Hunter resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The kid swung getting Hunter in the cheek. He stumbled slightly, and the kid swung again. This time Hunter ducked and came up with a sharp uppercut to his nose. The kid went stumbling back into the stream, falling unconscious. He was in the water and his nose and mouth were clear. Hunter was ready to leave, but he sighed. He couldn't leave that kid in the stream. The water was bound to rise sometime.

Hunter reached down and grabbed the kid's ankles, dragging him onto dry land. With that taken care of, he mounted Havoc and took off. "Come on, boy."

A swelling pain in his cheek caused Hunter to reach up and feel it. A warm feeling trickled down his fingers. Hunter pulled his hand away to see a few drops of blood. That kid had a strong punch, but Hunter didn't think it was that strong. He wiped it away with his sleeve, figuring he would clean it later.

He had been travelling for miles with Havoc when he heard it.

"Help."

He pulled on the reigns, bringing Havoc to a stop. He could've sworn he heard someone ask for help. 

"..help..." 

There it was again, but this time quieter, like whoever was calling was getting further away. Hunter strained his ears. "...hel..." No, not further away. Whoever was saying it was getting weaker.

"Hello?" Hunter asked. He turned Havoc in a circle, scanning for the owner of the voice. "Hello!" He asked louder.

"...ere..."

Hunter barely heard it, but it was there. He got down from Havoc and ran towards the voice on foot. He spotted a body laying limp on the ground, barely even moving. When he reached it, he saw it was a kid. Hunter leaned down, positioning his arm under they're waist to hold them up. It was a girl, with unusually short hair and wearing boy's clothes. Her face was covered in dirt with minor cuts here and there. Her clothes were ripped and stained in some places, but what really caught Hunter's attention was how shallow her breathing was. She needed water.

Hunter picked her up, careful not to move her too much, and carried her to Havoc. He took his canteen from his saddle bag and kneeled down, positioning the girl on his knee. He pressed the canteen to her lips. "Come on, kid." He murmured. "Take a drink."

The girl stirred slightly, pursing her lips before she finally took a tiny swallow. Hunter let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He needed to help this girl. She needed a doctor, but where would he–

Hunter sighed as he realized he had to go back. It was the only town for hundreds of miles. He looked down at the injured girl, then closed his canteen. Hunter hefted the girl in his arms, somehow getting into the saddle. Havoc huffed from the added weight, but he obeyed when Hunter spurred him forward.

One arm on the reigns, the other around the girl, Hunter rode back to the town he grew up in, Smokey Hollow.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I have 1 and 3 with lambert?

As a note for this one: Reader is an shark-based follower but has a tail instead of legs.

1) "I thought all merfolk were half-fish" 3) "Stop thrashing! I'm trying to get your tail free!"

.........

"Alright, Neptune's Bounty is in effect..so I shouldn't have any trouble catching some decent fish this time."

Whistling a small tune, Lamb marched towards the pier that stretched out towards the vast sea. Pilgrim's Passage was rather quiet around this time of day, so they didn't have to worry about being disturbed by any of the pilgrims or the lighthouse keeper--not that they would bother the only god left in the Old Faith.

Upon reaching the pier's edge, they sat down and cast the line from their fishing pole. They could already see the various silhouettes of sealife under the water's surface.

Hopefully, they won't be catching any boots or seaweed this time around. They wanted to get a good haul, like a dozen giant tunas or lobsters.

Only the best for their cult.

But then again, their followers have been rather picky about their meals as of late, specifically requesting ones with fish, meat, and veggies...but primarily fish. They didn't expect the demand to be so high, so they were barely able to scrape together what little seafood they had stored at the time..

While simultaneously dealing with followers who were apparently allergic to said seafood.

It's too bad Lamb couldn't read their minds and learn that information beforehand, it would've spared them a lot of agony..

Regardless, they finally decided to conduct the Neptune's Bounty ritual, hoping their prayers were answered and the gods of the sea would bestow them with a sufficient supply of fish.

'Maybe I can teach them how to catch their own fish-'

Feeling a sudden tug on their line, Lamb snapped out of their thoughts and saw the shadow moving under the surface, realizing they snagged something big.

A lot bigger than any squid or octopus they've previously obtained.

With a grin of excitement, they hastily began reeling their catch in...but whatever was on the other end fought back. It's clear it was aggressive and hellbent on pulling them in the water.

Yet Lamb was hellbent on catching it, so they stood up and kept their feet planted on the ground.

That's okay; they could play this game of tug-of-war all night if they must.

The cult will survive for a few more hours.

After several long minutes, they finally gained the upper hand, reeling in their catch and yanking with all their might-

And out of the water flew a creature who resembled a person with a shark tail, but their entire body slammed into Lamb's before they could get a good look at them, knocking the little sheep off their feet.

They landed on their back with a pained grunt as the stranger quickly scrambled off of them, attempting to flee back into the water.

But to no avail as their tail became ensnared in the fishing pole line, the hook stabbed into it.

"What is this?!!! OW!!"

Hearing the yells, Lamb sat up in a slight daze, dusting off their fleece as they finally were able to see what they pulled out from the water:

You, a shark who looked similar to the few fish followers they had back in the cult...but you had no legs. Instead, there was indeed a shark's tail making up your lower half.

They could only stare in disbelief.

They've read about these sort of mythical creatures in books: merfolk, to be more precise. But...you didn't look anything like the pictures they've seen.

"I thought..all merfolk were half-fish.." They muttered to themselves, eyebrows furrowed.

However, they weren't aware that you could hear them, as you stopped struggling for a brief moment to glare at them, realizing they were the one who dragged you out of the water.

"Yeah, well you're wrong." You scoffed, having ripped the hook out of you.

Yet untangling yourself from the line was another challenge. You tried biting into it and thrashing about, but nothing was working.

Lamb scrambled to their feet, going over to help cut you free. However, the moment you saw a dagger manifest in their hand, you snarled and smacked their hand away, not wanting that blade anywhere near you.

"Stop thrashing! I'm trying to get your tail free!" They shouted, trying to get you to hold still. "You're...making this..difficult for the both of us!!"

"This wouldn't even be happening if you looked before casting your line, stupid sheep!!"

All of the sudden, they stopped and stared down at you for a few long moments, before they felt anger beginning to rise in them. They clutched the dagger tighter in their hands.

"What did you just call me?"

"A stupid sheep." You repeated. "Is that not what you are?"

"May I remind you that I am the promised liberator of the Old Faith." They snarled, eyes glowing red. "I am the god who cleansed this place of those heretic bishops! I saved all of your souls from their blasphemy...and you DARE THREATEN ME?!!" Their words came out as a demonic hiss, sharp teeth growing in their mouth. "Speak to me that way again, I will gut-"

"I'm sorry, you're the liberator?"

"......what?" They blinked away their menacing features, noticing the confused expression on your face. "Of course I am! You haven't heard of me?"

"The axolotls spoke highly of you, though all they said was that you brought crystals to their lighthouse."

"And..that's it? You weren't in the cult within Anchordeep or in allegiance to Kallamar?"

"..oh, so because I'm a shark, I automatically belong to that depressing and damp realm?" You sneered, giving them a pointed glare. "I passed through there once and could taste the pollution in my gills..I was sick for days. You think I'd join his cult then?"

Lamb was quiet for a few moments, their face blushing as red as their fleece when they realized their mistake.

Once again, they let all that power go to their head, wrongfully assuming that everything that lived and breathed in the Old Faith knew them and their deeds. Plus they jumped to the conclusion that you hailed from Anchordeep since most of their fish followers did.

Apparently you lived on the outskirts, not associated with any of the Old Faith's cults.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume, and I didn't mean for my hook to snag you." They apologized profusely, sighing. "Now will you please let me help you? Because it looks like your tail's only getting more tangled."

".....fine, but only because you apologized." Rolling your eyes, you patiently waited for Lamb to cut you loose, not struggling like you did before. And once they did, you smiled and dove back into the water, resurfacing moments later to gaze up at the sheep.

"Thanks, Lamb."

Nodding, their dagger morphed back into the Red Crown as it floated back onto their head. All the while, you watched in fascination. "Interesting, I've never seen a godly crown up-close before. I guess I gotta believe you truly are the liberator."

'Oh, so now you do?' They thought, deciding not to speak such a snarky reply unless they wanted you picking another fight.

Instead, they pouted as they realized their fishing pole was now useless..

Until they remembered their crown could assist them, so they turned it into one, eager to get back to work.

"Sorry about your old fishing pole."

"It's fine. As long as I get some seafood back to my cult, they should be satisfied for the next few days." They attached bait to their hook before casting the line, ensuring it didn't go anywhere near you.

"Can't that crown make fish appear in the streams surrounding your territory?" You tilted your head. "I read that they can do just about anything."

"Yeah, well..it can't do that. I conduct rituals so that they're more plentiful here, in this very spot. Just ask him. He says this is the best place to do it." Lamb pointed to the fisherman, who smiled and waved at you both.

You waved back. "I know him. We trade a lot. Why not just..get some fish from him instead?"

"...times are tough right now. I was mugged by Midas, got ripped off by some "fortune gods", and did a ritual of wealth distribution all in the same day. My followers have been stingy with their altar donations, too, but then they complain that I'm being "greedy" when I can't afford to buy them nicer decorations! So no, I can't just waste money buying fish all the time."

Honestly, they didn't know why they were ranting about their money problems to a random merperson like yourself. Yet you held a sharp-toothed grin on your face.

"So you've slayed the tyrannical bishops and freed hundreds from their ruling.....but you don't know how to manage money?"

"Th-That's what my tax enforcer's for!" They blurted out, growing flustered. "The only thing I do is sell what I don't need and hope it's enough!"

It didn't help when you started chuckling at their plights, shaking your head in amusement. "Oh, you're a funny one, Lamb.." You snickered. "Nobody's made me laugh like that in a long time, so thank you."

"You're welcome." They smiled a little bit, only to realize that the sun was setting and soon it'll be dark. "Um..sorry, but I really need to focus on catching some fish before nightfall."

"Of course, I'll leave you be. I'm sure we'll cross paths again. But...there's just one thing I'd like to know."

Lamb looked down at you as the reeled in a tiny minnow, tilting their head in curiosity.

Did you wanna know where the cult was?

Or perhaps..join it?

They could certainly make accommodations-

"How do your fish followers feel about eating their own kind?"

Oh.

"I taught them to embrace cannibalism." They stated dryly.

"....wow, you really do have an answer for everything."

[real-total-drama-takes]

ok, so I haven't read despair island, BUT this is my take on how it would go if contestants' lives were on the line. This is going to be a long post, so bear with me.

First off, contestants would take more risks. They can't afford to lose challenges. They would try to kiss up to their teams more. They would be a lot nicer in hopes that their teams would keep them out of friendship.

Not So Happy Campers. Ezekiel still would've been booted first. He's weak, not too smart, and definitely unlikable. BUT ALSO, Courtney and Beth both would not have hesitated to jump off the cliff. DJ might have still not, but Courtney and Beth would rather take the risk. Especially considering everyone else made it and they would have to face the wrath of their teammates.

The Big Sleep. Eva would not have been booted second. Everyone would have thought twice- Eva is a strong competitor, even though rude. She may not be a team player but she doubles the team's strength. Instead, I believe Katie would be voted. She's pretty dumb and weak, not close enough to the other players, and Sadie is likely stronger than her.

Dodgebrawl. Noah may have not been voted third. And when it comes down to life, he might have participated in at least one game of dodgeball. He's not strong, but he is smart. Instead, I think (and I hate to say this) Lindsay would be voted. She's not strong or smart, not a very valuable player. In turn, this would destroy the Heather, making her more vulnerable without her servant.

Not Quite Famous would go similarly and Justin would still be voted.

The Sucky Outdoors. Izzy would still mess around, but the Bass would still lose. Since Katie is already gone, I think Sadie would be the next one out. She didn't play a large role after Katie's elimination in canon, so I think it would be the same in this.

Phobia Factor. The Bass lose again, and Tyler would still be booted. Much like Lindsay, he has no real strength or smarts. I really hate this. I love these characters too much!

Up the Creek. Izzy would definitely still be voted. I mean, she gave the other team the advantage and they cannot risk her staying around.

Paintball Deer Hunter. Obviously, Cody is still voted. Very unfortunate, but the team can't have him hold them back.

If You Can't Take the Heat, Beth still. She cursed them.

Who Can You Trust? Sadie was voted in this, but she's already gone in this AU. DJ majorly messed up by throwing the game taking off his blindfold, and despite his strength, I think he would be next.

Basic Straining. Okay. We all know this is the sabotage. Goodbye Courtney, this makes Harold a lot more villainous. He would be voted otherwise, most likely, so he would still sabotage. This is seriously making me sad I love Courtney.

X-Treme Tourture. Again. The same. Bye-bye Harold (YOU KILLED COURTNEY)

Brunch of Disgustingness. Girls vs. Boys + return. So, they're obviously dead, so no return. No elimination this time.

No Pain, No Game Merge! Eva has to go, she's very strong, mean, and competitive. They can't risk not voting her now.

Search and Do Not Destroy. Trent was voted here, but I don't think anyone is cruel enough to let him go at this point. Even if he cheated. They need to go after THREATS. Who is a threat? Duncan. Duncan is gone.

Hide & Be Sneaky. Heather and Leshawna still get elimination (Heather didn't need Lindsay's help for this or the last one). The girls probably still wouldn't get along, but without Duncan there wouldn't be a guys alliance. I believe Noah would be voted- he isn't strong, but he isn't nice and there aren't any big threats left that they can vote.

That's Off the Chain! Heather DID NOT WIN. She could not have won this without Lindsay in this episode. Whoever won elimination gets by, Heather is gone.

Hook Line, and Screamer. DJ was voted this episode, but he's already gone and all that's left is a giant friend group. I think Owen would be voted, hate to say it. He isn't close enough with the others and is surprisingly good at challenges.

Wawanakwa Gone Wild! Izzy is out this episode, but she isn't here. I think Gwen, Leshawna, and Trent would vote together as they have a very strong bond (and the Heather thing with Trent had time to explain). I think the next one gone would be Geoff.

Trial by Tri-Armed Triathlon. Instead of six like in canon, there's only four campers left. Chris can't really put people who don't get along, so he would do Gwen and Leshawna as well as Bridgette and Trent (Trent can spill about the alliance, Chris wants drama). Gwen and Leshawna would win because they're an overpowered team. It's either Trent or Bridgette going, and due to the alliance, it's Bridgette.

Haute Camp-ture cannot exist, and since there's only 3 competitors left, we should skip to...

I Triple Dog Dare You! When it comes down to dares, it's up to luck with these three. They'll do anything. They don't want to die. The dares, because of this, will be more torturous and brutal. SOMETHING HAS TO BE WORSE THAN DEATH FOR THEM TO GIVE UP! Chances are, Trent is the one losing. He's good, but not as good as Gwen and Leshawna.

And when it comes down to it, Leshawna would beat Gwen at anything.

.

[willawisp209]

Soooo I went to an all queer kink party in my city the other night! I've been to a couple before but this one was special. ❤️ I did two really fun impact scenes with some trans fems I had met at previous parties. I figured you freaks might vicariously enjoy my little adventures through my retelling, so here's part 1 about the first scene!

P.S. This is my first long post so please be nice 🥺

CW: Impact, Blood, Mild degradation, Play fighting, Choking

So the first scene was with my friend E. For context E is a 6' tall blonde trans fem (Maybe the closest thing I've ever seen to a goddess, but I'm getting distracted). She was bedecked that evening in a corset that perfectly framed her shoulders and bust, a short skirt that came to just below the bottom of her hip, and knee-length healed patent leather boots (swoon). I was in a short mock leather dress, with a corset of my own underneath, along with a cute red push-up bra that would've matched my panties had I not lost them in a game just minutes before. (I promise at least some of this is relevant)

E took me to a chair away from the center of the room, still well in view of the other guests but with enough space for the full use of all her beloved tools.

"Stay there," She said.

Not wanting to test my limits yet I stood over the chair obediently. She then went across the room to retrieve her rope bag, a simple canvas duffle bag filled as I well knew with the objects of my torment.

"Do you need anything before we start?" She asked in her sweet but already pitious tone. I eagerly shook my head.

"No, I'm ready," I breathed.

"Alright," She said, pulling a small flogger out of her bag. It was black leather with pink faux fur tassels between the pointed leather tongues. She stepped slowly towards me heels clacking on the cool hardwood beneath my bare feet. Then came the caress of the smooth leather and soft fur as she pressed the flogger to my chin. I gasped as she then trailed it down my neck, my shoulder, my breasts. Finding her way to the hemline of my dress and caressing my upper thigh. Then as suddenly as it came the sensation was taken away as E raised her arm, no doubt to strike me. I flinched.

"Flinching already," E teased.

"I just know how cruel you are, you sadistic bitch!" I spat.

"Sadistic bitch," she gasped, feigning surprise "I'd never." She raised her arm again smiling cruelly. Again I flinched with the memory of our previous scene in my mind. She laughed again at how pathetic she had already made me without even hitting me. I determined from that point on I wouldn't let her see my fear until she earned it. She raised her arm for the third time, this time I stood still in the inevitable path of the flogger. The strike never came, instead she just smiled, wrapping the faux fur around her hand leaving only the leather tongues for me. She then quickly moved to strike from a completely different angle hitting my exposed shoulder and upper arm. I moaned with the sting of leather against my skin. Then the second strike as fast and sharp as the first to the same place, and a third, and a fourth. The compounding stings building to a consistent glowing heat of pink and red where she'd struck me. Then a fifth strike.

"Please...," I managed.

"Please what?" Mocked E.

"Please hit me somewhere else," I tried, knowing this request was just as likely to help as to hurt me.

"No," She smirked "I'll hit you how I please". I melted at this simultaneously cursing and adoring her cruelty. Then the Sixth hit the same place as the first volley. I yelped in pain as the flogger hit the raw skin of my arm. She then landed hit after hit on my breasts, my thighs, my back, and my arms, aiming for any patch of bare skin or sensitive tissue she could find.

"It's so stingy," I moaned thoroughly enjoying the bite of leather against my flesh.

"Awww but it's so soft for me," teased E, giggling and playing the fur tassels through her long nimble fingers. Another volley of stings erupted across my back, my arms, my thighs. Through the pain the only clear site was her beautiful sadistic smile. I remembered right then why I was doomed to be her play thing, I was so addicted. I moaned out in my pain and bliss as she gave me another volley of blows. She then reached for her bag rummaging inside for her next implement, no doubt taking care in her selection both for her enjoyment and mine. Leaving me eagerly awaiting, still gently stinging in all the places she'd lovingly struck, my shoulder where she'd started being worst of all.

"Are you ready?" She asked triumphantly producing a leather paddle about the size of her hand.

"Yes Miss," I replied obediently.

"Good," she raised her arm and struck hard with the paddle against the shoulder on which she'd started. Then against my right thigh and my left. Flat stinging thuds against my skin emptying my brain of everything except the searing pain. I screamed out writhing in my agony as I collapsed into the chair.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her stern voice cutting through the ripples of pain.

"Yes ma'am," I moaned "it's just a lot."

"what's your color?" She asked.

"Green," I responded without a second thought, "But I think I need to struggle or fight back a bit'

"Do I need to tie you up?" She asked sternly, "Or do you want to fight and see what it gets you?"

"I think I'll fight," I giggled, "although I do enjoy the thought of being tied up."

"Fine," E said smiling and pulling a bigger flogger and something else out of her bag. "Do you remember these?" She teased, pulling on one of her vampire gloves. My eyes went wide with recognition. She knew how much I loved and feared those damn gloves. She then swung the flogger in a lazy arc towards my still burning shoulder, which my hand came up to block. I managed to grab the flogger, having caught her off guard I was able to start to wrench it from her grip. E's gloved hand flew to the wrist of the hand grabbing the flogger, each of the tiny spikes embedded in the fingers pressing into my skin. My other hand also joined the fray digging my nails into the flesh of her bare hand. This only made her dig the spikes into my wrist in earnest.

"Oo-oh fuck," I moaned, "Your claws are so much sharper Miss."

"Well of course they are," she laughed, grabbing both my wrists in hers. Each spike of the gloves piercing the skin soft skin of my hands. My mind cleared again, just the pain and her sadistic smile, until she brought my attention elsewhere. E brought the flogger in a wide circle to strike the shoulder she had been beating on all night again. The flogger cracked against my flesh sending waves of pain through me. Then the flogger was between my thighs ruthlessly hitting each one after the other. She was trying to spread my legs for her whims. I knew I couldn't let her. I couldn't let her see that her cruelty had been making my girlcock throb and drip. She didn't stop. Hit after hit intent on spreading me enough that I lost count. I didn't crack. She brought the flogger in a wide circle around her head and brought it down across my breasts. Again and again making coos of her appreciation at the sounds of my agony mixed with the flogger cracking against the leather of my dress. I made to strike back scratching my nails across her torso in the hopes of finding any exposed tissue I could. All I hit was the stiff fabric of her corset, grunting and hissing in my frustration.

"You bitch," E cried bringing her flogger down on my now exposed shoulder. She struck me over and over and over again, each stinging blow pushing me further to the ground beneath her. She didn't stop. I knew she wouldn't, not til I won, gave in, or used my safe word. As the flogger rained it's stinging blows onto my upper body I made the only decision I could. I gave in. I collapsed and begged her to stop. I could do nothing but cling to the bare patch of her skin between her boots and the hem of her skirt.

"Good girl," Praised E, stepping back to admire her handy work. I was panting to catch my breath and coming back into myself, my eyes unable to manage anything but a soft focus on her. She again began to search her bag. What she withdrew this time gave me chills the instant I saw it in her hands. Her rattan cane. I knew her intent was to mark me with it and smiled softly at the thought. The bruises from our last scene had lingered for weeks on my skin. I hoped this sessions would last even longer. She brought the tip of the cane to my chin lifting it with the point to meet her gaze.

"You're so pretty," I muttered high on the flood of endorphins she'd so lovingly subjected me to.

"So are you doll," E cooed, a contented smile spreading across her face, "but don't think I'll spare you anything because of it." She then skillfully brought her cane around in an arc to strike my right thigh. The cane landed twice on my right, then twice on my left. Leaving stinging bright white lines seared into my skin as a reminder of her cruelty. Two more hits one on each shoulder. The sounds of pleasure and pain mixing in my throat as I released them. Then the cane was pressed into my chin again drawing my gaze to hers. Her gloved hand flew to around my throat choking me and pressing me into the back of the chair. She held me there long enough to get my attention. Then she held me there longer. Long enough that the edges of my vision started to blur. All I could feel was my burning need to breathe and the spikes of her gloves against the soft skin of my neck. All I could see was her, her bright green eyes and her sadistic smile. I could only smell the leather of her gloves. No sound would ever rival the sound of her voice cooing praises and giving commands, so why even listen. She had my total attention. I knew she wasn't going to let me breathe til I submitted completely to her.

"Y-yellow," I managed.

"Oh, what is it sub?" She prodded sardonically, loosening her grip on my throat.

"I-I couldn't breathe Miss," I said sweetly, eyes as piteous as I could make them. I half hoped she'd call me a dumb whore and choke me hard again for stating the obvious. She didn't. Her plans for the end of our scene were much more cruel. As she stepped closer to me, she kept her eyes locked on mine and that beautiful sadistic smile glued to her face. She took one step heels clacking against the hardwood. Her next step was onto my toes precisely crushing them with the heel of her boot. One after the other with purposeful grinding malice. I screamed in pain and tried to push her away. This insolence only earned me the slash of her vampire glove across my face and more of her boots. Then she stepped away. I gasped a small sigh of relief, only to notice her returning to her bag. Her last tool was a spiked paddle. My eyes went wide with fear and pleading. I'd seen what she was capable of with the spikes of the gloves, but these were even larger.

"Please," I begged.

"Please hit you? Or don't hit you? What" she teased.

"Please start gently," I whimpered.

She struck my thigh hard with the spiked side of the paddle. Each of the spikes piercing my skin, revealing small circular dots of my bright red blood as she withdrew her paddle. I screamed in pain, my eyes shooting towards hers accusingly.

"Oh I'm sorry, must have slipped in my hand," she said, giggling and making a face of feigned pity.

"You're so mean," I praised.

"Oh, I know," E taunted. She made her final strike at my other thigh giving me matching marks from her. I was left with two hexagonal clusters of tiny round holes in each of my thighs. I was gently bleeding I noticed the overwhelming sting of the impacts subsiding. She then took her first aid kit from her bag and started to calmly prep my wounds with alcohol wipes, her strong hands keeping pressure on them with a small towel.

"You did so good for me," cooed E.

"Thank you," I managed. We discussed aftercare and got some glasses of water from the kitchen. I followed her around for a while collecting my praises and small affections, nothing extravagant but enough for me. I praised her and reassured her that I thoroughly enjoyed her cruelty, despite my suffering just as she had asked for. She then led me to the patio where we sat enjoying the cool air on our skin.

(This is where part 2 will pick up! I'll probably post it either later this week or next week depending on when I get it finished.)

[scramble-crossing]

yessss you understand me exactly omg! i'm not calling him a good guy or trying to defend him. he knew what he was doing! he caused those deaths! but as you said, the "Not because he takes some sadistic joy in seeing these people get erased, but because it gets him closer to his goal and he just doesn't care who might end up dying for his cause. And I think this makes him WAY more interesting than some guy who just loves mindless destruction" perfect!!

i do think we at least somewhat know his motives tho, especially in the anime where he's more explicit about complaining about the homogenization fo the UG and mr. h's comments about him being attached to shibuya

but i agree. in the show he might as well he doing it for rabies. he likes seeing pain and suffering. in the game he has 0 problems CAUSING pain and suffering but he isn't doing it BECAUSE of the pain and suffering, but because he's FINE with causing it if it gets to his goal. and that's just a way cooler character space to be in (and makes his NEO self more understandable as to where he comes from as opposed to a 180 on his character or forcing him to take brain damage or whatever)

That's true!! Annoyingly I can't even say that the anime oversimplified him, because while they fumbled with his personality they certainly left a lot to chew on. Although, while I think that it's great to take material from the anime into personal headcanons, I believe that game canon trumps anime canon, so unless it exists in neo (such as the angel wings and headphones mural in Udagawa + I'm pretty sure one of Neku's victory lines quotes Hanekoma from the anime) I don't think anything in the anime should be considered as canon. A sort of "until proven otherwise" approach. Hanekoma explicitly saying that Sho is attached to Shibuya should probably be taken with a grain of salt.

That said! With the way he talks about beauty and art in the first game I definitely think that he could have become frustrated with the state of Shibuya under the Composer and sought after his spot in order to create his idealized version of the city. In a way he's kind of like Megumi, tearing Shibuya apart because he loves it without fully understanding what makes it so special. That's cool!! And it's why so many people love Shibuya in the first place, it's where opposing desires clash and change for having come to understand one another. That's why Sho could never have become Composer. For all the strength in his ideals he's incapable of cooperation, he's like an invasive species choking out everything else and because of that, the natural selection of Shibuya booted him out of rotation. That's kind of how I see it anyways.

This is all my very long and complicated way of saying that I don't think his implied motives in the anime should necessarily be considered canon, but also that you can extrapolate just as much from his behavior in the first game anyways, even if neo doesn't do much to expand upon this idea. I totally agree with your point and I think it's a super interesting angle to approach his character from!! I only wanted to say all that about anime canon because I think your point is better supported by the game itself, whereas people can very easily write off the anime for only being a sort of semi-canon.

Actually, the anime had me SO convinced that this was going to be important that I spent nearly the entire game convinced that Sho's grand plan was to stage a coup against the Shinjuku Reapers. I couldn't imagine he was happy with them encroaching on "his territory." I was absolutely sure that the climax was going to be a final Scramble Slam with the Shibuya Reapers and Players (and Sho) teaming up to defend their city from the Shinjuku Reapers and chase them off once and for all. I still think this would've been really cool....Sho revolutionary freedom fighter WHEN

Also, you're right about neo too!! I tend to see Sho as someone who perhaps never fully grasped the weight of what he did when he unleashed taboo noise on the city. All those deaths were part of his cause, one he believes in so fiercely that he's willing to tear himself apart over and over again to achieve. It was "for the greater good" in a way. Maybe he couldn't understand the other Reapers as complete, complex individuals with lives he snuffed out and it all just seemed like noise to him. Then when he absorbs Rindo's soul pulvis he lashes out and deeply hurts the few people who he, in his heart of hearts, very likely cares about, and for the first time it gets to him. Having to confront the fact that your worldview is fundamentally flawed and will only ever end in your own self-destruction and that of everyone around you, realizing that after everything you've done, having given yourself fully to a cause for years upon years, that it's all been for nothing because you were always going to end up here, lying half-dead on the ground, looked at only with horror and pity...what do you do? Where do you go from there? According to neo, right back to where you started at the beginning of the first game, apparently, but that's another conversation and I'm getting off track. Sho Minamimoto. That is all.

[viciouslyfilthy]

Starting the day with a splitting headache was not the best, but then again...it was the price to pay for fucking around all night.

Rotgut groaned as he sat up on his mattress, a hand up against his pulsating forehead. Where was he again?

Snoring.

Looking to his left, he could see August's figure, face-down on a very messy bed- his back slowly rising and lowering, accompanied by snoring. He still wore yesterday's clothes...with boots and everything on. It was evident he had climbed into bed without even bothering to take off his boots since the end of the bed was covered in mud and dirt.

His passed out rodent friend not too far away helped his memory clear up a little; he was at August's house. They had been going shenanigans of all kinds yesterday in the name of Halloween.

However, his thoughts immediately fell on his children- he needed to call his home- see how they were doing...

"Ugh..." he grumbled, stretching himself out, cracking a few old bones before attempting to stand up. He had to help himself with some furniture nearby since her legs were awfully sore. He went to open the nearest window to allow some light in, so he could better see his surroundings- and also to peek out. Obviously he was in London, but the area August lived in specifically was nearly deserted. He cringed at how empty the streets were, it couldn't be that early...

There it was! An old corded telephone. Despite his headache, he ignored it to sprint-walk towards the phone, and begin punching in a number into the rotary dial, while impatiently holding the reciever against his ear.

Silence, with the occasional beeping from the other end.

A small smile formed on his face as he heard someone picking up.

"¿Sí?" A woman's voice- clearly tired and annoyed, tone deep and raspy, it had to be her!

"¡Tatiana! Buenos días, cariño." Rotgut chuckled, twirling the cord of the phone.

"Hiiii, you're up early..." she either was not surprised her father was calling, or she was too tired to care.

"I haven't checked the time, is it?"

"Uhhh...it's eleven in the morning over here. Around where you are right now, should be about ten. Still- it's early enough for me. Don't you tend to call in the afternoons when you're out?"

"Si, si...but you lot were the first thing that came to mind when I woke up! How was yesterday? Did the little ones have fun? Did you have a nice time, dear? How was trick or treating?" The excitement in his voice was evident. He nearly forgot about his headache.

"It was fine. They had their fun, got enough candy to fill out an entire bath tub. Marquéz came by with some movies to watch, me and Carlos stuck around until they all fell asleep, then we just kind of went out to do our own thing."

"Wait, is-"

"Ah ah ah." Tati quickly interrupted her father before he could say anything.

"Before you say anything else- no. Carlos did not get himself in trouble. He's okay. He's sleeping on the couch. He did not get beaten up nor did he lose any other limbs. I made sure of it."

"Gracias..." he sighed in relief.

He always worried that little weasel might get himself hurt again ever since that accident where he lost his arm. A stubborn pain in the ass is what Carlos is, guess he got that from his father.

"What about you?" The woman on the other end asked, this time sounding genuinely interested- though still tired.

"Me? Oh, we did the usual- messing with people, scaring them- well- anyone...drinking games, movies, graveyard business, pestering vampires and succubi...you know. August's still passed out, otherwise I would've let you two chatter a little."

"That's fine. I'll call some other time. Has he finished with that ghoul I gave him?"

Rotgut looked around, and while there were some half-finished taxidermied monsters and a few demons he could see in another room right next to him...he did not see what Tati was referring to.

"Eh...I don't see it around here, it's probably still a work in progress, mi niña. When he's done he'll tell you, no te preocupes." He rubbed at his temples.

"Just wanted to check in with how it's going. Oh well.." she audibly yawned through the phone, "back to sleep I go, a'ight papá? Think I'll stick around here today, so don't sweat it."

The man chuckled again, felling his heart flutter and a feeling of calmness washing over him. He was simply happy he got to talk to his daughter and know that his youngest had fun and were okay last night.

"Right, sleep well, Tati. Love you."

"Mhm."

Soon after the call ended, his next goal was getting himself some tea, or warm milk to ease the headache and sleep a little longer, hopefully.

[romanrhodes]

a letter to Eric Rhodes | self-para

( This letter was written by Roman Rhodes as part of his therapy treatment, in which he was encouraged to explore his unresolved feelings through journalling and writing letters 'he would never send'. After some careful editing of the original, he decided to send this letter to his father, Eric Rhodes. This letter was posted on Monday 15th May, 2023.)

Hey Dad,

It's been five years since we've been in contact, which is a long time to not talk to your dad. I recognise it was my decision to no longer communicate with you, but I've figured now is as good a time as ever to break that silence. I don't know if you'll read this letter. I don't know if you'll respond. I can respect it if you choose to not do anything because I'm not writing this letter for that reason.

I'm writing to you because there is a lot I never said and I wanted to get it all out in the open. The men in our family have never been good at opening up and being truly honest with one another, but I think we both know I've never been good at pretending. I tried to, for your sake and for my own sake, but all it did was make me deeply unhappy for many years. So, as painful and as vulnerable as it might be, I'm doing it differently now. I'm talking about it.

There's no easy or polite way to say this, so I'm not going to try. All my life, all I ever wanted, was for you to be proud of me. To this day, I do not know what you wanted me to do in order to achieve that. Did you even know? For many years, I felt like I was playing some game where no one would tell me the rules, but it would be evident whenever I got it wrong.

I played baseball like Ryan did, and I was never as good as him, but I still tried. You never once attended a game for me.

I took a job at the diner as soon as I was old enough. I was thirteen. I was there every Saturday, filling salt shakers and napkin holders, wiping tables, and washing dishes. I learned to cook so I could be a chef there, so I could continue the family business. I wanted to run that diner. We both know I did. For so long, I didn't say anything, worried I would come across as rude, or entitled. Instead, I worked hard, and I left to become professionally trained. I hoped that one day you would see how much I wanted it, but when I was brave enough to bring it up, you told me Ryan would inherit everything because he was born first.

I travelled to Europe and South America. I worked in so many incredible restaurants and lived in so many beautiful and different places. I learned languages. I worked in the best restaurant in New York. I have a great deal of pride in my achievements. Why shouldn't I be proud? I pushed myself so hard to grow and learn and be the best, just to get you to acknowledge me. Yet somehow I went from not knowing enough, to suddenly knowing too much, getting 'too big for my boots'. So I was damned if I had done it and damned if I hadn't.

You never once said you were proud of me, and I spent my whole life pushing to get you to say it. I shouldn't have had to do that, Dad. You could've said it, and I still would've done great things.

I've been going to therapy for the past month. It's part of the reason I'm writing you this letter, to journal, to get everything out of my system. Again, I don't do this with the expectation of a response from you. I'm writing this for me. What I'm about to say may hurt you even more, but it's the truth, and I'm done pretending it's not who I am.

I'm bisexual. I've dated women and I've dated men. I am fully capable of falling in love with either. My first love was a boy, who I dated in East Haven, from age fifteen to twenty. I never told you, or Mom, or anyone, because I was terrified of you throwing me out, of you hating me. Although neither of you outright said anything, I heard the people at our church, in our community, and you never said anything to the contrary.

As painful as this letter might've been to read, I wanted to thank you for giving me the farmhouse, the farm, and the diner. I don't know why you did it, and at first, it was a shock. But I'm glad I got it, and I'm glad to have come back to East Haven. I've made changes to the diner, just like you always feared I would. Just improving and updating the recipes, but I have plans.

I've tidied up the house, and taken out a lot of furniture. I know you might be upset by that, but there was so much junk, Dad. You don't need to hold onto everything just because someone gave it to you.

I'm doing up the farm. I want to see it running again. I'm making plans to grow vegetables and fruit to supply the diner one day. It's a major work in progress, but I'm determined. I've met a great guy, and I really like him. He's helping me do up the farm, and he makes me happy.

I'm not sure what else to tell you. I wish I knew what happened to Ryan. I wish to know what happened to you. I don't hate him, or you. I feel like we've grown so far apart, it's difficult to say I love you when I feel like I'm going to be met with silence.

I do hope one day we can talk, but I realise it might not be possible. If you want to, you know where I am.

I wish you all the best, Dad.

Your son, Roman

[pawfulsofmischief]

Alrighty! Second drabble for James's birthday, as challenged by @screamingfae <33

as promised, murder husbands. or maybe more like torture husbands really. I came up with a character + crime for James to hate on the spot but I think it works :D

Birthdays in the Potter household (they refrained from using all their surnames when talking of their home anymore, and settled on just using James's, given it was his manor and all) had become a rather interesting affair. For Harry, they were normal birthdays. He got to have his friends over for the day, play with new toys and get to do things he didn't normally get away with. The sorts of things a toddler loved. For the adults, however, they had their own kind of fun. A fun that James had once thought would abhor him to ever be a part of. This year, however, was going to be wonderful. He already knew the 'gift' his lovers were going to get him, he'd picked out the one specifically. It had been a few years since he picked it out, yes, but they had finally managed to narrow down how to... attain the gift without it coming back to them at all. Most of the day went by as a typical birthday would. They had friends over, which was a larger group than James would've had three years prior when he was still with Lily and part of the Order. Thadius had caused a ruckus when his goat- yes, his goat, one he had had since before James knew him- had gotten through the floo with him and went a little crazy in the den. Bella had surprised him by naming him, James Potter, the godfather to her upcoming child. Narcissa was the godmother, of course, but it had been a surprise to all but Rodolphus that James would be the godfather. He accepted, of course.

more below the cut (check tags for tw's)

But when everything was over, and the rest of the party had gone home and Harry sent off for a night at the Black-Lupin household, James got to have his chosen present- though not the last 'present' of the night. Their friends knew the things they got up to once everyone left, because it was the same sort of thing just about everyone else did on birthdays and other special occasions as well. He'd be led down into the manor's cellar, often blindfolded but this year there was no need. They would go through the secret door in the back alcove and into a room full of cells, a recent addition to his family's ancient manor. His gift was out in the middle of the room tonight though, trapped by a charmed chain, clasped around the neck. "Caradoc Deerborn," James practically purred the name, getting a look of confusion from the man chained to his floor. "James? What- you're with them?" "Of course I am," he said lazily, walking around his prize. "It's rather public knowledge that we're in a relationship, the four of us. Anyway, that's not why you're here." "Why am I here then?" "Well, it's my birthday, you see. And I hold grudges, you see. I don't suppose you remember why I would hold a grudge against you?" James hadn't yet told his boyfriends what had happened yet, so they all watched on with interest- although Regulus and Evan kept it hidden rather well. "A grudge- why the hell would you have a grudge aga-" Caradoc was cut off as James did a small hop forward and swung his shoe up into Caradoc's side. He had his dragonhide boots on, thick soled and with a toe hard enough to crack rocks, so it was no surprise that James heard a snap as he sent Caradoc tumbling onto his side. The only thing that kept him from rolling away was the chain that held tightly to his neck. "It's a silly thing, really!" James went on to explain, voice high cheery, "that broom, back in sixth year. The one that you never admitted to sabotaging?" Caradoc's eyes went a bit wide, already a bit teary from the pain that was no doubt radiating from his ribs and neck. "Ah, yes, you remember! You see, you thought that broom was the one I was going to ride that following game, but I swapped out with Sirius because he needed the speed to keep up with the Ravenclaw beaters. Because of that sabotage, you sent my bestfriend- my brother to the infirmary for three weeks because he nearly snapped his spine." James stepped closer and crouched down in front of Caradoc, letting his cheery grin fall away as he stared the man dead in the eye. "You nearly killed my brother, because you thought I had been trying to steal your girl. Yes, I know it all. Peter saw you and Benjy arguing about it the night after the game." His voice was deadly quiet now, as he reached down and yanked Caradoc closer by the metal collar, "and now I finally get my payback. And you see, Caradoc. I happen to be one of the Dark Lord's favorite students." He watched as a shiver ran visibly down Caradoc's body, though he seemed too frightened to try and struggle away at the moment. James ran the knuckles of his free hand delicately down Caradoc's cheek before grabbing him roughly by the jaw to force his gaze over onto Regulus, Evan, and Barty. "And they're going to have the pleasure of helping me make your last night on earth, utter hell."

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #910: Doomful Christmas Presents (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

9:14 a.m. at Smash Mansion, Wolf and Isabelle's Bedroom.....

Isabelle: ('GASPS') No way..... Wolfie...I-I-Is this......

Wolf: (Smiles Proudly) A helmet that's been worn by one of the most baddest Demon Slayer that ever walked the face of the motherfucking planet? And with your exact head size to boot? Then yes. You thought right?

Isabelle: Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh!~ I'd never thought I see the day when I become the Doom Slayer....(Puts On the Helmet Before Squealing in Happiness) It does fit me!!~

Wolf: You damn right it does. And no Slayer comes complete without their little partner by their side. (Gives Isabelle a Doll Figure of Doom)

Isabelle: (Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Sight of her Gift) I will love and cherish him for the rest of my life....(Happily Hugs the Doll While Squealing) I can't thank you enough for this, Wolfieee!~ (Turns Back to her Boyfriend) Where were you able to get these?

Wolf: In the mall. I originally thought about ordering them at first, but their insanely expensive in the Internet. So started looking for them in the Game Store and well.......

Flashback

As the crowd begins to fight among one another and starts getting bigger, Wolf suddenly gets flung back to the ground with force.

'THUD'

Wolf: (Winces in Pain) Argh!...(Starts Rubbing his Head) Crazy Jackasses.... It's not even close to being Christmas Eve yet!

???: They pummeled you too, huh?

Wolf: (Turns to See a Very Familiar Face Sitting Next to Him) McCloud? What are you doing here?

Fox: (Sighs While Getting Up from the Ground) I'm trying to get the model figure of Old Man Luke Skywalker to give to Slippy for Christmas this year.... (Starts Stretching his Back Before Grunting and Point at the Raging Crowd) But then a bunch of people came right out of nowhere and starts fighting over it ever since!

Wolf: Ah. (Starts Getting Up From the Ground as Well) So that's why the crowd keeps getting bigger.....

Fox: Pretty much. (Starts Rubbing his Cheek) I think one of them sucker punched me in the jaw......(Turns to Wolf) So what's the deal with you being here?

Wolf: The same reason you're here. Trying to get Izzy the latest Doom Slayer helmet, got my ass handed to me by a bunch of clowns tearing each other's eyes out, and the rest was history.

Fox: Doom Slayer- Wait. You guys still play that Eternal game?

Wolf: Yeah, man. It was the best game of last year. (Starts Crossing his Arms While Being in a Sour Mood) Or at least it would've been if The Last of Us 2 didn't take the win from it's grasp.....

Fox: (Gives Wolf a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Wolf, we've been over this. It got the most votes.

Wolf: Yeah. But it won too many damn awards! It wasn't even that good of a game to begin with!...Or at least that's what that Ryuji kid told me.

Fox: Uh-huh.....(Looks Back at the Crowd, Who Are Still Fighting Among Each Other) Hey, Wolf?

Wolf: Yeah?

Fox: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) I know we may have our differences here and there-

Wolf: Understatement of the century. But...go on.

Fox: (Glares at Wolf Before Turning Back Towards the Crowd) But if we're really want to make our love ones happy for the holidays, then we need to work together to get our gifts back by force. (Rises his Fist Right Beside Wolf) Temporary truces?

Wolf: (Stares at Fix For a Few Seconds Before Nodding in Agreement) Until one of them bleeds.....

Once Wolf bumps his fist with his rival's, the duo turns back to the enlarging crowd before delivering their respective, vicious battle cries as they rushes their way over to the fray, fighting for their love one's gifts (and possibly not dying in the process).

End of Flashback

Isabelle: Oh my....(Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened) Hey, wait a minute! Is THAT the reason why you were banged up that day!? (Starts Pouting at Wolf) You told me you were attacked by some crook in the streets.

Wolf: (Chuckles Awkwardly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah....I made all of that up so you wouldn't know what really happened....Sorry about that.

Isabelle: ('Sigh') It's fine....(Place her Paw on Wolf's Lap With a Small Smile on his Face) As long as you came back here safe and sound, that's all it really matters in the scheme of things.

Wolf: Exactly. And besides....(Smirks Confidently) You know I wouldn't let a couple of crooks take me down that easily.

Isabelle: (Giggles Softly) I know~ Which reminds me....(Brings Out Wolf's Present From Under the Bed) I got you something that you'll might loooove~

Wolf: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Sight of his Present) Izzy.....is this.....

Isabelle: (Smiles Proudly) A well made replica of the Plasma Rifle? Then yes. You've thought right as well.

Wolf: (Too Busy Staring at his Gift) Izzy, how were you able to get this?....It HAS to cost a fortune!

Isabelle: ('Sigh') Yeah. You're not wrong on that front. As for how I was able to get this, welllllllll......

Another Flashback........

Isabelle: What do you mean I can't buy it!?

Francis: I MEAN that this remarkably made model is currently unavailable to purchase. (Pushes the Model Closer to Him) And will always be unavailable for a very long time. ('Snorts') So, kindly buy something else.

Isabelle: But the price was labeled under it beforehand! (Brings Her Money Out From her Purse) I-I even got enough money for and everything! PLUS taxes!!

Francis: (Adjusts the Glasses He's Wearing as he Takes a Look Close at Isabelle's Money) Hmmmmm.....It does seem to be the correct amount.....(Crosses his Arms) But my answer still remains. I mean, really now? ('Snorts') How could I POSSIBLY sell this beauty of a model of one of the most greatest weaponry of the entire Doom Franchise? A weapon that, with great time and precision, could wipe anything from a distant radius.

Isabelle: (Thinks Fondly to How Amazing and Satisfying the Plasma Rifle Really Is) Yeah.....(Immediately Comes Back to Reality Before Shaking her Head) B-But that's beside the point!! Pleeeeeaseee let me purchase the model! I'll do anything you ask!

Francis: (Slowly Raises his Eyebrow) Anything?

Isabelle: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yes. Anything......... As long as it isn't illegal.

Francis: Welllllllll...... ('Snorts') Since you kindly insist....(Starts Spraying Breath Spray in his Mouth Before Turning Back to Isabelle With a Flirtatious Look on his Face) I would like to ask for your hand in our...formal outing with one another~

Isabelle: My hand in- (Gasps Once She Realized What the Chameleon is Talking About) Y-You mean like a-

Francis: D-A-T-E? I believe that's the word you're looking for, no?~

Isabelle: I mean...yes. But...('Sigh') Listen...(Takes a Look at the Chameleon's Name Tag) Mr. Francis, as......flattering your request is, I can't go on date with you. I'm already happily taken.

Francis: (Eyes Widened) You are!? By who?

Isabelle: Wolfie. My heart and soul~

Francis: Wolfie?.....(Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened in Complete Shock) As in THE Wolf 'O Donnell!? The Fearless Leader of the Mercenary Star Wolf.....The Team that is feared by many....AND YOU'RE IN A INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM!?

Isabelle: (Taken a Bit Back By the Sudden Outburst) U-Um...('Clears Throat') Yes. That's right. I'm his girlfriend. I....take it you heard of him if sorts.....

Francis: Heard of him? (Suddenly Rips Open his Button Shirt, Which Reveals Another Shirt With a Picture of Wolf on It) I...('Snorts') am his #1 Fan!

Isabelle: (A Bit Surprised) You are?

Francis: That's right! His crude, fierce demeanor is all inspiring and the epitome of badaasery. And tell anyone I said this, but he's MILLION times better than pansy Star Fox! ('Ugh') Why everyone thinks HE'S an inspiration is beyond me, but....('Sigh') to each their own I suppose.

Meanwhile in the Smash Mansion's Living Room.....

Fox: ('Chu') ('Sigh') Bless me....

Falco: (Starts Snickering as He Starts Changing Channels) Cute sneeze.

Fox: Oh shut up. It's just a sneeze It wasn't that cute.....

Falco: ('Scoffs') Please. It sounds more like a yip if anything. Speaking of which....(Turns to Fox) Does Foxes make yipping sounds?

Fox: (Simply Shrugs)

Back to the Game Store.......

Francis: Tell you what....If you could give me a signed autograph with his style of handwriting before Christmas Eve, then the Plasma Rifle model will be rightfully yours for the taking.

Isabelle: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Seriously!? Just the autograph? You sure you don't want me to pay it off first?

Francis: ('Scoffs') Please. Why would I need riches when I could have an autograph signed by the legend himself?

Isabelle: I'm..... pretty sure there's a lot of reasons why money is important.

Francis: Do you want to accept the deal or not?

Isabelle: YES PLEASE!

End of Flashback

Isabelle: And that's how I got you the model!~

Wolf: Huh. So that's why you asked me to sign one of my posters....

Isabelle: ('Sigh') Yeah....I know it might've been a weird request to ask, but....at least I didn't have to pay for the gift, oddly enough......

Wolf: (Shrugs in a Bit of a Smug Like Manner) Hey, if it means getting this rad model AND keeping the crap ton of movie you saved, then that's already a win-win in my book. (Smiles Softly) Still, I really can't thank you enough for this, Izzy.

Isabelle: (Smiles Back at her Boyfriend) Oh there's no need to thank me. I just wanted to give you something I could make you happy is all.

Wolf: ('Scoffs') Please. I'd be happy with anything you got me.

Isabelle: ('Sigh') I know. Buuuuut....there is another gift I wanna give you.....

Wolf: Really? Like what?

Isabelle: Welllllllll......(Starts Whispering Something into Wolf's Ears)

Wolf: (Eyes Begins to Widened a Little at What Isabelle is Telling Him) Oh shit. Really? Like.....right now? In Christmas Morning?

Isabelle: (Smiles a Bit Bashfully) Yeah. I mean....It won't be too long though....Just a quickie~

Wolf: I'm down. But you do realize that someone's gonna realize we're in the room for too long, right?

Isabelle: I already soundproofed our room last night. (Gives Wolf an Seductive Smirk on her Face) I'm pretty sure we're in the clear~

Wolf: Well, shit. If that's the way......(Gives Isabelle a Seductive Smirk of His Own) Lead the way, babe~

Isabelle: Yes, sir~

Without a second to spare, the couple begins to spend some quality alone time together.....By ripping and tearing through numerous of aliens and many other obstacles in a quick game of DOOM ETERNAL!!!

Bonus

Leon: Merry Christmas. (Gives Panther his Gift)

Panther: A book on How to Be a Sufficient Lady's Man?

Leon: Yep. I figured since you're the biggest romantic in our team, this book could at least be some use to you in the future.

Panther: (Smiles Softly) Ah....You're simply too kind, amigo. Luckily for you.....(Gives Leon his Present) I have a gift for you as well.

Leon: (Opend his Gift to See....) You got me new Phone?

Panther: That's right. I'd figured since the last one you got wasn't working properly, I took it upon myself to get you a better model. Now you don't have to worry about your apps turning off on you every few seconds.

Leon: (Turns his New Phone On and Hears the Start Up Jingle Before Nodding) My man.

@keyenuta

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[shiny-jr]

❝ 𝒴𝑒𝓈  𝑜𝓇  𝒴𝑒𝓈 ❞

Yandere!Hunter x Reader - Dante Senguri 

The plot of this one shot is from an old series of mine, it is based off of a small story called "The Most Dangerous Game.” Dante Senguri is my own character! 

“Yes or yes?”

"Just a bit longer, and you'll be back in the wild." You purred to the young striped tiger that lazed at your feet, stroking the predator's cheek and tracing your fingers to his ear where you scratched gently. Listening to the content purrs of the large cat. 

This large feline friend was Tony. A tiger that had been merely a cub shot by hunters in the jungles and left to perish and die. But before he could bleed to death, you and your crew discovered the poor creature in a pool of his own blood. Sedating the young predator until he passed out, you and your crew began to get to work in order to patch up the tiger temporarily at least until he could be treated properly. He was taken to a larger metropolis where more could help him. There he resided at the zoo for a good while with you as his caretaker. But after he had fully healed and he was now old enough to live on his own, it was time to release him back into the wild where he belonged. Which is why you were currently on a boat to the jungle where he had been found, you currently sat in the lowest deck with Tony.

Tony perked up when the sound of sliding metal could be heard. You stood as did Tony as well, stepping out as you watched the tiger remain fixated on a contraption that taught him how to capture his meal. The large piece of meat swung back and fourth on the hook, all around the room just as Tony took off to pounce.

Bolting the iron door shut behind you so no poor wandering sailor would stumble upon Tony. You walked away and made your way up the flight of stairs onto the main deck. Once there your fingers trailed across the railings as you watched the seemingly endless vast waves of the ocean drift in the dark of the night underneath the stars that dotted the sky above. In your hand you examined the pocket knife you had recieved from the zookeepers where Tony had stayed at. The handle was a normal steel but shiny gold colored carvings were engraved in it, depicting the faces of many different animals. From prey to predators, lions to birds, wolves to deer, etc.

It was a sweet parting gift from the kind people there. One gift you would not give up to anyone.

When the loud blasting horn from the ship you were on signaling dinner rang out, it startled you and caused you to released your grip on the pocket knife. You lunged for it. A short quiet cry emitted from your lips when you realized you had reached too far out and lost your balance. Your cry was drowned out by the horn and you tumbled into the crashing waves.

Struggling and paddling to the surface, you gasped for breath and desperately tried to call out for help. But you were slapped in the face with a wave of salty water from the moving boat, pushing you down under for a few precious moments. The taste of the waves left you gagging, but you tried swiminging towards the moving boat. Further and further away, the chance was slim of you even reaching the swift boat or even being heard over the waves and horn. Still you yelled as loud as you could, keeping yourself afloat. But no one heard you. Quickly the boat's lights receded into the darkness of the night, until they were bleached out entirely into a night as dark as ink.

You were stranded. Stranded in the middle of the ocean. With nothing. No food, no water, no mode of transportation. Just the clothes you wore and a pocket knife. You remained afloat in silence, terrified of what was to come. Until you heard a sound. A familar sound that brought a wave of relief washing over you. The sound of far away waves crashing onto a surface, a shore of some kind. You heard it, distant but it was still there. So you swam towards the sound, not quick and panicked but slow and carefully strokes to save your energy for whatever awaited you.

Slowly but surely you approached the island, and saw the silhouettes of the land. Trees, jagged rocks, and other plants. Reaching the shore, you coughed and sat up. Looking all around you for any signs of civilization, but there was none you could spot.

Then there was a cry. A cry and scream of terror and anguish, complete pain and horror. It came from deep in the darkness. It frightened you, sending a shiver down your spine. Some kind of predator must've captured another animal. You did not recognize the cry, but you did not wish to at the moment. It would be best to avoid whatever it came from.

BAM!

The echo of a shotgun rang through the land. You weren't alone.

Your exhausted form stumbled up, sand falling from your skin back to the ground. If you took one step the sands would be gone and be replaced with the thick vegetation of the dense jungles. It was not safe to stay on the shores, you could easily be spotted. So you forced yourself into the jungle past the trees.

The gunshot meant there were people around. People meant there was food bound to be around. But the people. What kind of people would reside here? Where were you? On the shores of an island or bigger piece of land?

Cautiously you walked along between the jungle and shore, watching everything with each step you took. The plants were difficult to recognize but after only a couple of minutes, you stopped in your tracks after spotting something peculiar.

It was evident that a large creature had been in some trouble. Some of the plant life was crushed and trampled, while one patch of weeds were blotched with crimson. There were deep tracks in the damp earth, leading in the direction of the jungle. The glint of a shiny object reflecting the light of the moon caught your eye. Reaching down, you plucked it from the ground. An empty cartridge. This proved there was someone here and judging by what you have just seen, it wasn’t too long ago when they stood where you are currently standing.

The shell of the cartridge was rather small compared to the large tracks of the creature that had struggled here. Whoever had the gun tried to shot a fairly large creature with a small gun. You were puzzled and concerned. What exactly happened here?

Upon closer examination, you noticed a foot print. The print of some kind of boot most likely. The print pointed towards the jungle again. You had hope now, and a good reason to enter the depths of the jungle. Eagerly you hurried along, gripping the pocket knife in case anything came at you. Occasionally stumbling over a stray log or stone popping out of the earth. But making process as an edge of the sky began to turn lavender and the sun’s rays of light peaked out ever so slightly.

Yet after walking for who knows how long, against the fading darkness you spotted a glimmer of light. Those lights multiplied as you began to jog towards them. Closer and closer you got. At first it looked like a small village, but as you stepped closer you realized it wasn’t a village but a large estate. A mansion. A giant mansion situated on top of a large precipice with cliffs surrounding most of it, the cliffs dropping down on the shores and crashing waves with jagged rocks below.

Mirage. It must’ve been a mirage! Who in their right mind would build this mansion in a jungle island in the middle of the ocean?

Yet when you reached out to touch the gate, you felt the cold steel against your fingertips. It was real. This was no mirage. Slowly tugging on the gate, the steel door creaked open and you squeezed in. The cobblestone path led you to an elevated patio, cautiously you continued until you reached the towering doors. Reluctantly you tapped at the doors, waiting for someone to answer while placing away your pocket knife.

Your ears perked up, hearing footsteps on the other side. But the door remained closed. Again you knocked twice. Only then did the door fly open and you were nearly blinded by the bright golden lights. Additionally you were met face to face with a blonde middle aged made holding a revolver pointed directly at your forehead.

"U-Uh..." You gulped before slowly raising your hands, showing you had nothing. "I don't mean to intrude, but I fell off the boat I was traveling in. I ended up here...My name is (Y/n) (L/n) from (home country)."

The man's peircing menacing gaze did not change, never allowing the revolver to falter. He had heard you, but there were many threats on this island and who knew if you were trying to trick him or not?

"Allow them in, Joe. Don't keep them standing out there in the cold!"

A young man stepped down the last remaining steps from where he had stood to listen to you introduce yourself to the man names Joe. If you had stumbled inside this mansion and spotted the man before you, you would've mistaken him for a ghost or vampire. His skin tone and hair color was a white as snow, his strange eyes were a soft pink that was the same color as his plump lips. The man dressed in a fancy attire with a white ironed shirt, tailored black pants that reached to his ankle, and brown leather shoes of high quality.

Joe lowered the revolver and stepped to the side, opening the door wide open for you. The albino man walked away from the stairs and welcomed you inside. "It's such an honor to meet you, (Miss/Mister) (L/n)!" He took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your backhand. "I've been a fan of your work for years. Oh, where are my manners? I've yet to introduce myself. I am Dante Senguri." Dante waved off Joe who closed the door shut and walked off to the side while the albino returned his attention back on you. "I'm sorry if Joe frightened you. He's not the brightest but is the strongest, he's my guard and assistant. He's also mute. Again, sorry if he offended you in anyway."

"I see..."

"Here, I'm sure you must be fatigued after I heard what you've been through. You are just on time. Now I have you for company at dinner." The charming man smiled gently before requesting, "Joe, will you go get some extra clothes?"

Joe silently exited the room to go fulfil Dante's request. Leaving you and the albino alone for the meantime.

"They might be a tad bit large but it'll be better than your soaked clothing." Dante assured, escorting you to the giant dining hall.

The dining hall was stunning. The walls were lined and framed with antiques and portraits while a large chandelier hung from above. A fire place held the crackling flames that engulfed the pieces of wood. One side of the wall was nearly entirely stain glass with the moonlight reflecting through. In the middle of the room was a large oval shaped table surrounded by wooden chairs carved elequently and decorated with plush pillows. The table was clothed with a white linen and porcelein china was arranged neatly. Yet one thing caught your eye when you sat down on one seat and Dante pushed you in to the table.

High up on the wall above the antiques were a line of "decorations." Mounted heads of dozens of animals. Bears, buffalo, caribou, deer, lions, moose, rams, rhinoceros, tigers, wolves, etc. You scrunched up your nose in disgust and your eyes traveled further to the ivory of rhinocerous, skins and bones of tigers, tusks of elephants. All previously stated objects from animals were illegal to sell and own.

"You don't like them?" Dante inquired innocently, tilting his head in a way that matched a curious dog's mannerisms and habits.

Before you could answer, Joe walked in the room. With one hand he set down folded clothes onto a nearby chair for you to change into later. In his other hand he held a tray that carried rare and exquisite range of drinks that include wine, beer, champange, tea, coffee, etc.

"(Y/n), which drink do you prefer?" The albino questioned so Joe could serve you what you would want.

You responded with your prefered drink, and you recieved it much to your surprise. Next, you were served plates of multiple different kinds of foods. Appetizers, side dishes, the main dish, and a wide aray of desserts. Dante wasted no time in beginning his dinner, encouraging you to do the same. "Don't worry, (Y/n). Here at my home, we only eat the best. We feast like kings here. So go ahead, try something. Anything."

Hesitantly, you did. You spooned a few items onto your plate. Not able to help it, since you were starving and fatigued. As you began to dine, Dante kept the conversation going smoothly.

"Well, isn't it all divine?"

"Yes, actually. Better than anything I've ever tasted." You replied after slurping the bowl of soup you had and continuing to the other plates. Dante seemed to be a generally nice and welcoming man, yet there was one thing off about him. Whenever you happened to look up, you always found Dante gazing at you intensely...as if he was a predator and you were prey.

"Good to hear." The albino smiled, flashing his pearly teeth that were practically as white as his hair. When he finally looked away, he forked a piece of well-cooked meat and placed it on his tongue. Savoring the flavor and devouring it before he finally spoke again, "I've had something on my mind as of late, since I saw you at my door step. You must be curious about how I know you, yes? Well, ever since I was young I was fascinated with animals just as you are. Often I read your publications, articles, and books. Your work led me to my one true passion, (Y/n) (L/n), and that is hunting."

Right. Hunting. That explained all the severed animal heads and body parts decorating the walls. It took much not to utter something rude. "Of course. What a...an intriguing collection you have..." Again your eyes traveled over to the heads of the animals. One caught your eye and that was the head of an abnormally large American Bison. "That's quite a bison. I don't think I've ever seen one that large."

"Oh, that creature! Yes, he was a monster of a bison." Dante seemed pleased that you were curious in his oddities, delighted to tell you more of them. "It was nothing, that beast. Yes, it did fracture one of my bones but I took it down without anymore trouble." He smiled charmingly. He was trying to impress you, wasn't he? "The American Bison is child's play compared to other larger game. But! Here on this island, I challenge myself everday to hunt the most dangerous game of all." A glint shined in his eyes, reflecting his eagerness at the words he proclaimed to you.

The most dangerous game? What would that be? Obviously not the American Bison as stated before. Was it the large Grizzly Bears of the north? White Polar Bears of the poles? The African Rhinos with their sharp horns? Crocodiles with their wide jaws and sharp teeth? Could it be the Cape Buffalo which was widely known as the Black Death throughout Africa? Or the swift spotted Leopard? The wild maned Lion, the supposed king of the jungle? Maybe a massive and heavy hippo? The giant intelligent elephants? The common feral hog or wild boars of North America?

“The most dangerous game? So there are threatening creatures on this island?” You inquired curiously. If there actually were treacherous animals present on the land, you must have been lucky as to not run into any of them.

“The most vicious.” Dante nodded, taking a sip of the cocktail in his hand. “Only for the most prestige hunter.” Grinning confidently, referring to himself in such a boisterous manner. “Of course, I have to gather them and bring them here for the fun to begin.”

“What is it that you bring here?” Your interest was peaked. Maybe if you found out where the animals he got were from, you can prevent any more of the poor creatures being sent to this island to the slaughter. “Lions?”

Dante smiled, “No,” he said. “Lions ceases to interest me some time ago. There was no fun in hunting the felines anymore. They became predictable and repeatable, leaving me bored out of my mind. There was no thrill, no fun in it anymore. (Y/n), I live to fulfil my desires, and those desires include finding the perfect source for thrill and fun.”

It was when dinner was finished did Dante Senguri lead you through the hallways of his elaborate mansion. Allowing you to first change into something similar to what he wore, before showing you everything he had to offer. Presenting you the exhibit of rare items and objects he owned, while chatting to you.

“I invite you to join me on my hunt. It’s always been a dream of mine to have such delightful...company for the game.”

”But what is it that you-“

You were cut off by Dante who interjected, knowing full well what you were going to ask. “I’ll tell you, my fox, and only you.” Shushing you while placing a single finger in front of your lips while chirping in a cheerful and eager tone of voice, “You will be amazed, astonished even! I invented the most special and difficult way for the game of the hunt. A new sensation that sends thrills through me each time, a prey that will never get boring to hunt!”

”Alright...” You watched the albino man with suspicion and caution. Where exactly was this conversation going?

”Some men are creative. Born to be poets, authors, artists! There are some born in the luxurious life of comfort or the dirtiest slums for the beggars. Me? I was created to be the best hunter of all!” Dante exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he continued to proclaim, “When I was young, around the age of five, I was given a slingshot for my birthday. My parents expected me to shoot mockingbirds or canaries but I took down large pelicans, swans, and turkeys. They weren’t mad, they were amazed at my excellent accuracy. Then when I was only eight years old I killed my first crocodile. When I was drafted into the military it was such a boring experience, there were no animals to hunt. Yet it made me realize something later in life. I have hunted every animal known to man.”

Dante placed aside the empty glass cup, continuing to walk as he brought you along. Squeezing your shoulder lightly.

”After I got out of the army, I continued to hunt. Grizzlies in the east Rockies, Crocodiles along Africa’s rivers, Lions in the Savanna. All boring, boring, boring. I collected my belongings and left to the jungles in search of Jaguars, Ocelots, Pumas, Anacondas. Supposedly some of the most cunning and dangerous animals that reside in the Amazon. Boring. Even the newest animals were boring.” The albino sighed, “None of them stood a chance. They were no match for a hunter like me. My wits and strength was much more compared to them. It was a disappointment. I lied in my tent after hunting the puma for the fifth time, before I realized with terror that hunting was beginning to bore me! Hunting had been my life, so how was I supposed to live without the thrill of it? I did not want to break down and become a hollow version of my former self, if I lost my one passion. Don’t you feel the same?”

You thought about it for a moment. Losing your one true passion, and never getting a replacement. Losing your passion for caring and helping animals, and never getting it back. You didn’t even want to imagine that. So yes, you felt the same way. Nodding slowly in response.

Dante smiled down at you, twisting a strand of your hair between his fingers. “I have no desire to become hollow and dull. So I just had to figure out a way to spice up the hunt, there had to be a way. And there was. So I asked myself, why was the game no longer interesting? No longer thrilling or exhilarating? My fox, can you guess the answer?”

”No...I have no clue.”

”Hunting had ceased to be a challenge. It was too easy, and I always caught my prey. There is nothing more boring than perfection. No animal could provide that excitement anymore. That’s not my ego talking, that is fact. Animals have nothing but their limbs and instincts. Instinct can not compare to reason. When I realized this, I was devastated.”

You stopped in your tracks just as Dante had. Looking up at the albino, waiting for him to finish. What was his solution to his problems?

“The memories of my army days inspired me. It helped my passion to live on.”

”What was it? What in those memories inspired you?”

Dante Senguri smiled, as if overcoming the most troubling obstacles of all time and reaching his desired success. “There was one option. I had to invent a new game to hunt.”

You were absolutely baffled. A new animal? Was he insane? No one can just create a new animal! “You’re joking."

“You’re expression in amusing, my fox. But I have to tell you, I never joke about hunting. I needed a new animal. I found one. So I built this abode on the island I bought. This island is perfect with its array of jungle mazes, sloping hills, mosquito infested swamps-“

“What about the animal?”

”Oh, it provides me with the most excellent hunting in the world! No other game can compare to it. Everyday I hunt in the evenings, and I never grow bored. Because this game can match my wits and abilities.”

You blinked. No. He couldn’t be talking about...

”I aimed for the ideal game and I achieved it. Courage. Cunning. Reason. The game has it all and more to keep me entertained.”

“No animals reasons.” You interjected immediately, trying to distance yourself from the albino who simply pulled you closer.

“My precious fox, there is one that can.” He smiled at you and gently traced a finger along your cheek.

”You can’t-“

”Why not?”

”This is some sick joke.” You remarked. There was no way Dante was being serious.

“This is no joke. I am serious. It’s hunting-“

”That’s not hunting, what you’re doing is murder!” Immediately you pushed him away, you had to stay away from this murderous psychopath.

Dante laughed at your words before once again speaking to you, “I don’t wish to believe that a person as wonderful and ideal as you believes that human life is truly valuable. Surely your experiences in the wild-“

”Did not make me an insane murder with no proper logic,” You finished stiffly, standing your ground against Dante.

Dante continued to laugh, “How adorable! You really are endearing!” He gripped your shoulders, “You’re so experienced yet naive at the same time. So brave, so adventurous, so unique...You’re a diamond in the rough, a jewel among jewels! You’ll change your mind if you join me, my fox.”

”Thanks but no thanks, I’m not a murderer or a hunter, I’m a conservationist.”

”How rude.” Dante sighed sadly like a dejected child. “You turn down my generous offer and refer to me with that unappealing title. Life is for the strong, the weak are meant to perish. Weak are meant to give the strong pleasure. I am strong. I will use my gift. I will hunt anyone who washes up on my shores: Men, women, adults, children, American Natives, Asians, Africans, Hispanics, Whites...Now tell me, my treasured fox, are you the strong or the weak?”

You ignored the question and asked one of your own, “They’re humans. Have you no pity? No mercy?”

”It is precisely because they are humans. That is why I use them. They provide me thrill, fun, and pleasure. They can reason, they put up a fight, they are clever, they are dangerous.”

You had to get out of here. Aiming to knee the albino in his weakest spot, he caught your knee and scolded you. “Please, be civilized. This isn’t a bar fight, have some class.”

You stumbled back and glared at the man. “Civilized? Class? And you shoot down innocent people for fun?”

”So determined, so virtuous, so amusing~...I assure you, my fox, I treat my guests with the utmost of care and respect until their time comes. That would be horrible of me if I didn’t do so. Trust me, they receive good food and exercise until they’re in perfect game condition. You’ll see.”

”What do you mean...?”

”Tomorrow I’ll take you there. I’ll show you that they’re all right. But they’re not the most entertaining bunch. Just a few dozen, a crew mixed with Polynesians and Spanish men. Their ship crashed on my shores. Unfortunately, they’re a lesser lot. Most of them more accustomed to the decks of a boat out on the sea than compared to the green jungles. Except for a few, that is.

It’s a game. I suggest to them that we hunt. I give the prey a sack of food, a canteen of water, and a hunting knife. Then I allow them three hours to a head start while I prepare. I have only a small pistol. So if the game manages to avoid me and survive for three days, they win respectfully. But if I find them.” Dante smiled, “I win.”

”And if they refuse to participate in your ‘game’?”

“Of course I let them chose! What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t allow my guests to chose? But everyone chooses the game! No one wants to be handed over to Joe. He’s a savage that has his own ideas of fun.”

”What if they win?”

Dante smirked confidently as he mused, “Well, no one has ever bested me.” Then he added swiftly, “Don’t think me rude or cocky. I’m simply sure none of the previous prey could have won in anyway they tried. There was one man who almost won. But I had to use the hounds to secure my victory.”

He gestured to the wall, showing you a picture of the hounds. In the picture he stood in the back, in front of him sitting in a line was a large pack of dogs. Labrador Retrievers, Beagles, American Foxhounds, Pointers, English Setters, Dobermans, Rottweilers. So so many dogs that helped Dante track down his victims.

"Now I wouldn't think of taking a step outside the house, my fox. My hounds are allowed the roam at night and often drag runaways back to my doorstep." The albino man hummed and glanced at you, "Next, I'd like to show you my new collection of heads. Would you join me to the east wing?"

"Would you please excuse me for tonight, Mr. Senguri. I'm not feeling too well, and I'm exhausted."

"Ah, true..." Dante sighed as he mused, "It's only natural after you made it here. You'll need a good long sleep, and by tomorrow I hope you will feel good as new." The albino man smiled eagerly as a thought returned to his mind, "I nearly forgot to ask for your permission! I will make this simple for you. (Y/n) (L/n), you have two choices. Yes or yes? I'm terribely sorry but you, I won't allow you to have the option of Joe. I need to hunt you, you've been the object of my curiousity and admiration for years. So choose only one of the two: yes or yes?"

You gulped at the close proximity of the murderer in front of you. He smiled down at you, silently urging and pressuring you to hurry and chose.

"Come, my fox, make your choice. Yes or yes?"

Never would you say yes to his proposal! But since he refused to allow Joe to have his fun with you, maybe there would be something else you could do if you said no. Just maybe.

"Since when was I so selfish? Did I ever want something this eagerly...? Hah, you should hear that things those people say to me before the games begin. They insult me, beg for their lives, try to bribe me. Everyone is surprised at how shameless I am." Dante scratched your head ever so carefully as urged, "Go on. Come on and tell me yes. You see everything I created here? My scenario has become more daring than I thought. I'd say this plan is perfect for my objectives. Now, I don't care what others may say about me. But you better tell me yes."

"What if-"

"No. I'll stop you there." Again he shushed you by placing a finger in front of your lips. "I don't want to hear it unless you are accepting. I have decided yes. Now it's time to hear your answer. I want you to mean it, don't guess. Be serious about your reply, don't ask a question. Don'e give me that unsure side-to-side, I want that confident up-and-down. There shouldn't be any n's or o's in your response. I'll erase them from today, so there's no need to think for too long, my precious fox. The answer is, repeat after me: yes."

Slowly you lowered your hands, slowly reaching into your pocket behind your back so Dante would not see what you were holding. "Alright..." You sighed out, staring up at the albino's surprised but delighted expression.

"Alright, what?~" Dante cooed, "Let me hear a clear answer, my fox."

"Alright...I refuse!" Slipping the knife into your hands you aim the knife at his heart, about to plunge the weapon into his heart. Yet his quick reflexes and surperior strength caught the knife in his hands.

Never did Dante Senguri stop smiling as he plucked the knife out of your grip and examined it, "What a pretty weapon you have here..." His eyes trailed back to you, "I'll give it back to you at a later time." With that said he slipped the knife into his pocket. "You know, (Y/n), you inspired me and puzzled me when I first began reading your works. You bring out my hidden selfishness, I didn't even know I had until you showed up. Your eyes and my curiosity about you, make my heart burn up. My heart is burning burning burning with passion and desire. So you better hurry, my little fox, I'm beginning to get impatient."

The loud chiming and ticking of the grandfather clock caught both your and Dante's attention. It told the time, displaying XII. Meaning it was midnight.

”To make it simple, whatever you choose, you will be with me.” Dante said simply, without a moment’s hesitation. He smiled before adding, “I just want your consent, it would be ungentlemen like of me if I didn’t. I’ll wait as long as it takes, I’ll keep you until you accept. It may seem a bit absurd, and you might say I’m insisting you. But you won’t regret it if you accept...Here, go on and rest now. It’s late and you need your beauty sleep, I suppose it’ll give you time to overthink my proposal, my precious fox.”

”I...I bid you goodnight.” You immediately took off, trying to ignore Dante’s raised accented voice behind you growing distant with each step you took.

”It saddens me you can’t join tonight.” Called out the albino man. “I’m expecting an interesting game this night—a big and strong Polynesian native. He appears capable and clever!—Good night, my fox, I hope you dream of your thrilling future here.”

Retreating to the room and as soon as you were inside, you closed the doors shut. You were exhausted so you did the only thing you could do, rest. Changing into silk pajamas left behind, you then lied on the plush bed. Twisting and turning, over and over, your eyes wide open. You couldn’t get a wink of sleep out of fear and anxiousness. When you heard footsteps out of your guest room followed by a clicking, you stealthily made your way to the door. Twisting the knob, it refused to open. You went to the window and looked out past the glass panes, realizing you were on the second floor. Maybe you could get down to the ground safely, if it wasn’t for a pair of Dante’s hounds gazing up at you expectantly. Slowly you went back and lied down, curling up under the sheets as you hugged yourself. Again and again you tried to achieve some sleep, yet just when it seemed as if you would finally catch a few z’s, the sound of a pistol rang out faintly from the dense jungles.

That next day, Dante Senguri did not make his appearance until late that evening. He dressed himself in an ironed black shirt, with a blue coat over that, black tailored pants,  and polished brown shoes. Immediately the albino man found himself concerned with your well being.

“Oh, my night? Well to put it simply, it was terrible.” Dante sighed as he sat beside you in the dining hall, “I’m troubled, my fox. Last night I was beginning to get the slightest feeling of boredom.” Then he smiled at you, “But you can chase all those unwanted stultifying feelings for me.” While taking a second serving of waffles he continued explaining his troubles of last night. “You see, last night’s game was not as good as I originally had hoped. The man lost his head. He left a boring trail in his wake that offered no challenges, trying to confuse me by going in circles, the imbecile! The thing is, those too long on a ship lose their sense when it comes to land navigation. They preform repeating and common tactics that are most annoying!”

He really was annoyed by that...

Dante glanced at you before kindly offering, “Would you like another serving, my fox?”

”Mr. Senguri, I’d like to leave this island at once.”

The hunter sighed, seemingly hurt by your words. “Why would I ever let you go? You’ve been the best company I’ve ever had. Beside, my precious fox, you’ve only just arrived yesterday. You haven’t even gone with me to hun-“

“I want to leave today. I have important business, sir.” You seethed, staring into Dante’s red eyes filling with irritation before that emotion was suddenly gone and replaced with some positive feeling but twisted thought.

At first he remained silent as he placed another serving onto your plate. A smile curled at his lips. “Tonight,” said the hunter, “we will hunt, you and I, my precious fox.”

You shook your head no. “No, sir. I will not hunt.”

"I am not sure what you’ll choose, so I prepared these options. You may choose only one of the two: Yes or Yes? I am not sure what you want, so I prepared those options. Make your choice, my fox, come on. Yes or yes?" The man mused as he admired you, "Maybe not, maybe yes, make it more clearly. Show me how you feel, dear. Open your ears. Don’t you hear it? Its simple. Like stated previously, you will only be my game. None other’s. I am always serious when it comes to the matter of hunting. You really are an inspiration. I drink to you, (Y/n) (L/n), my precious fox, to an opponent finally worthy of my skill--at last!" Dante raised a glass in the air, but you merely sat and stared at him. "Trust me, dear, you'll find this game well worth playing." He smiled eagerly as he continued, "You against me, skillful versus skillful. Your brain against mine. Your strength against mine. Think of it as an extreme game of outdoor chess. And the stakes will be high, wouldn't you say?"

"And if I win-"

"I'll finally acknowledge a defeat, the first one in my books. That is, if you can stay alive until midnight on the third night." Placing the glass down, "IF you do happen to win, Joe will escort you to a mainland port." He saw the doubt clouding your eyes, "Fret not, my fox, I always keep my word. Always. Respectfully, if you lose you will stay here on this island. Do we have a deal?"

"...No-"

"Too bad! I've already decided for you!" He turned to glance at his assistant, "Joe, will supply you with the proper outfit, food, and...oh, I nearly forgot." Fishing the knife out of his pocket, he placed it in your hands, curling your fingers around the weapon and gently tapping your knuckles. "Your knife, my fox. Mustn't forget that. Oh, another thing!" He stood straight as he warned you with a sad frown, "I advise you avoid the swamps of the southeast. There's quicksand there. One imbecile tried to cross and got stuck along with one of my hounds named Max. You can only imagine my feelings, dear. Max was my most beloved and prized hound...Well, pardon me, my fox. I always take a nap after my lunch, I would love if you joined me but I imagine you'd want to begin your head start. Don't worry, I won't follow until dusk. Hunting is much more exciting at night than the day, don't you think?" Dante Senguri smiled and bowed to you before taking his leave, "Good luck, my fox. Don't disappoint me~"

From another door entered Joe carrying a set of simple black clothing and a sack of food.

You fought your way through the dense jungle and underbrush until the sun began to set, leaving the sky shifting to a dark colored palette. You had to think of something! Some way to help your survive! Yes, you had created a complicated trail, it wouldn't be enough to throw of that murder. You knew that much, at least. At first a wave of panic and horror hit you as the gates closed behind you and you were left alone. But know, you were beginning to gain courage as you devised up tactical plans to best Dante Senguri. Surely if you continued straight, you run in with the sea. That wouldn't help. So you continued with leaving behind confusing tracks, much like foxes did.

When night overcame the island, you had scratches and bruises but you continued on. Eventually, you stopped. It would be insane to continue in the dark while Dante was probably beginning his sick little game. Plus, now you needed to rest after leaving those twists and turns of trails behind. "I've played the fox, now I-I...need to act as the cat." You concluded that as the best option as you discovered a large tree nearby.

With its thick base and multiple large branches spread out covered with leaves, it would be sure to provide temporary cover. So you climbed the large tree and took the opportunity to stretch out and rest on the large branches.

Even that damned hunter Dante Senguri could not track you here, surely. Only a demon, the devil himself, could follow such a complicated trial through the brush after dark.

...

A quiet night rested on the island but sleep refused to grace you. Hours passed when the sky began changing to a gray hue, you nearly fell off the limb of the tree when the frightened squaking of a bird startled you. It came from some steps away on your left. Something was coming, slowly but cautiously, coming the same way you had come from. You stuck to the large branch, flatening yourself to the surface and through the ticket of leaves, you watched intensely...And that figure of something approaching was of a man.

It was Dante Senguri. He made his way along, utmost concentrated on the ground before him as he stepped forward. Suddenly he halted his steps almost right underneath the branch you lied on, dropping to his knees and studying the ground. You wanted to pounce on him like a panther, but you retrained youself once you saw the automatic pistol in his pale hands.

As if puzzled, the albino man shook his head. He stood and straightened his posture, while you held your breath and remained as still as possible. Inch by inch, Dante's red eyes traveled up the tree. Searching for an obvious sign. His sharp eyes stopped before they reached your branch, a smile spread over his lips. Almost deliberately he mused, "What a cunning little fox..." He turned his back on the tree and carelessly walked away, back along the trail he had come from. The crushing of plant life underneath his boots grew fainter and fainter until you could no longer hear him at all.

You finally breathed, allowing all the pent up air to go out as soon as you could no longer hear him. The first thought that came to your mind made you feel sick and extremely concerned. Dante could follow a trail through the woods at night, much like a hound. Secondly, you did not want to believe that Dante was so good and so confident when it came to hunting, that the man knew he was there on the tree...The albino was playing around with you! The thought made you shudder. Why else had Dante smiled and said those words? Why else would he turn back? The evidence was there and the truth was clear.

When the sun's rays pushed throught the morning mist, you realized that Dante was saving you for more entertainment for another day. He wanted his fun, he did not wish to be disappointed. The albino was the predator, you were the prey. It was then that you experienced the true meaning of terror.

"I can't lose, I can't...I still have so much I want to do, I can't die or stay here."

Sliding down from the tree, you resumed the chase and headed towards the woods. Your mind was set and you forced the machinery of your mind to function. A few hundred yards away you stopped at a large dead tree leaning on a smaller living one. Placing the sack of food to the side, you unsheathed your knife and began to get to work.

When the job was done, you rested behind a fallen log about a hundred feet away or so. Close enough to see yet at the same time far enough to let you bolt in the worse case scenario. You did not have to wait long for the predator returned to find and play with the prey.

Coming up the trail with the sureness of a bloodhound came Dante Senguri. Nothing escaped those piercing red eyes, no crushed blade of grass, no bent twig, no mark no matter how faint. So dedicated was the albino to his stalking that he was upon the contraption you made before he noted it. His foot touched the protruding bough that was the trigger. Even as he touched it, the man sensed the danger and leaped back with swift agility. But he was not quick enough, for the dead tree which had been delicately adjusted on the cut living one collapsed onto the albino. Striking him with a blow on the shoulder, but if it weren't for his caution or swiftness he would have been crushed underneath the contraption you created. He staggered but did not fall, continuing to grip on the pistol in hand. He stood there, rubbing his now injured shoulder as a grin creeped onto his features.

The man laughed loudly. "(Y/n)!" He called out, looking around for any sign of you as he continued to grin. "Very nice! Very very nice! I applaud your attempt, it was wonderfully done! If it weren't for the knowledge I have and my wits, you would have caught me! You are proving much much more interesting than I originally imagined, my fox! Please, do keep it up! I'll be gone only but a moment to have my wound treated, it'll be a moment. I'll return, my dear. I'll come back for you."

When the albino man had took his leave, you resumed the chase once again. The contraption remained collapsed on the dirt ground. You stared at it before continuing. If it weren't for Cleo, a jaguar who had nearly been crushed by the same contraption a few years ago, you may have been at a dead end. The feline was severely injured and you were tasked with caring for her after the incident, there you had examined the trap that had harmed her. The Malay Mancatcher, a trap used mainly in Southeast Asia. The same trap you used against Dante Senguri.

You continued the trail for hours until darkness came. But you still continued on. The ground gew softer, the vegetation grew denser, and the insects bit constantly. Then as you took another step forward, your foot sank in some ooze. When you tried to wrech it back, the muck stuck like glue keeping your foot in place. With violent effort you got your foot loose, now knowing that you were in the swamp Dante had warned you about.

You looked down, the softness of the earth had bestowed an idea upon you. Stepping back about a dozen feet or so from the quicksand, you began to dig into the damp earth. Digging digging diggning until the hole reached well above your shoulders, you climed out and searched for pieces of wood. You gathered them and sharpened them like knives to fine points, carving them into stakes. Carefully you slid back into the hole and planted the stakes inside with the points sticking up before climbing out. With nimble fingers you wove a carpet of weeds, branches, and blades of grass that would cover the mouth of the pit. Finally, sweat covered and tired, you rested behind a lightening charred tree.

You knew well that Dante Senguri was approaching, you could hear the padding of his feet on the soft ground and you detected the scent of his perfume wafting through the air. Yet somthing was off. He was coming faster with unusual swiftness, no longer looking to the trails for guidance. You waited and waited, you could not see them...Finally when you heard the sharp crackle of the breaking branches as the cover of the pit gave away,  hearing the sharp scream of pain as the stakes found their mark. You wanted to leap for joy, but you stayed put. When you peeked past the tree, you reeled back only to see Dante holding a lanturn above the pit.

The Burmese tiger pit. Another trap introduced to you in unfortunate circumstances. Tigger the tiger was an older feline who had been trapped in the Burmese tiger pit. The poor creature fell in and was forgotten, nearly bleeding to death because of the stake stuck in his side. You were there when he had to be sedated and pulled out, you were there to see the pit and hear how it was bulit. Another trap you used against Dante Senguri.

"You've amazed me yet again, my clever fox. But must you have done this to one of my favorite pets?" He sighed softly, "Poor Bailey, fallen into a Burmese tiger pit...That's unfortunate. Again, my dear, you score.........Hm...I wonder how you will stand against my entire pack? I'm going home for a rest now. Thank you for the most amusing evening."

At daybreak you began to stir awake, you found yourself lying against the truck of the charred tree not far from the Burmese tiger pit. But what made you wake was a sound. A sound that made you learn that you had new things to learn about fear. It was a distant sound, faint but definitely there, and you recognized what it was. It was the baying of a pack of hounds.

You had two choices. You could stay where you were and try to fight back, which was basically suicide. Or you could flee which would only postpone the danger. For a moment you stood there, allowing the ideas to flow through until one wild dangerous idea crossed your mind. Hesitantly you gripped your belt and made your way away from the swamp.

The barking of the hounds drew nearer and nearer with each passing minute, giving you less time to think. Climbing a tall tree, you looked out to see a far away figure of Dante alongside the tall and big build of Joe holding the leashes of all the hounds.

They would discover you any minute now. Your mind worked quickly as you thought up a native trick you learned in Uganda. On your way sliding down a tree, you snatched a branch and fastened it to your knife. With the blade pointing down the trail, with a bit of vines you tied the branch back. Then you ran. Running as fast as you can. The hounds barked louder once they detected he fresh scent. You now know how a hunted animal feels.

You had to stop to breath, using your arm on a tree to support your weight. Yet the hounds stopped abruptly, and your heart stopped too. They must have reached the knife...

Eagerly you climbed the nearest tree to see what the results were. Looking back through the leaves, you saw that there was no movement. They had stopped. Yet your soared hopes had plummeted and crashed once you saw the figure of Dante Senguri still standing. But Joe was not. Joe was not as fortunate. The knife, driven by the recoil of the branch had not hit its intended target but plunged into another man.

The hounds sniffed the body of the large man, pressing their snouts against the corpse. Dante snatched up the leashes and clapped, “Well done! Magnificent! Possibly even superb! You truly are the perfect game!! So much trill, so much fun, so much adrenaline rush!”

You hardly tumbled to the ground when the pack of hounds began to howl and bark again, resuming the chase.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You panted, dashing through a blue gap between two trees dead ahead. Ever nearer drew the hounds. Past the trees was the shore of the sea. Twenty feet below the sea rumbled and hissed, crashing against the jagged rocks. You hesitated, jump or stay. The sound of the hounds encouraged you to jump, and you did-before the jaw of a pointer had locked onto your ankle. Your scream of pain and frantic cries were nothing to the hounds who pulled you away from the edge with their teeth.

A sharp whistle cut them off, making them unhinge their canines from your skin and sit patiently with wagging tails. You were dragged away from the ledge, far enough so you couldn’t run and jump. When you looked up you met the confident and pleased gaze of Dante Senguri.

“Checkmate.” A smirk formed at his lips as he pointed a gun at you. “I must say, very well played, (Y/n). You’ve gifted me with the best time of my life.”

Choose only one of the two: Yes or yes?

”I’ve never felt so alive...! You have not a single clue how delighted I am at this very moment.”

Make your choice. Come on, my darling fox. Yes or yes?

”I’ll most definitely keep you around. Our conversations, your company, your skill, has provided me with far greater pleasure to me than anything else in the world!”

Take your pick, the choice is up to you.

”I will say no to your no, is it me or us?” He pressed the pistol against your heart, “I respect your choice but reject your rejection. There is only one answer, the choice is up to you. It’s all up to you, my precious fox.” Giving you a gentle smile as he caressed your cheek with his free hand, “Make your choice~ Come on, yes or yes?” 

[dooodle-bug]

Cecilia walked the the sand paper dessert sweat drenched her blue overalls and her long sleeved red flannal, on her face were led goggles that where straped onto her face and the lower half of a wooden oni mask and a beanie that had a trans and asexual pin on it,on her feet where army boots her hands were covered with short gloves that were black and dirty, she looked around spoting a temple whitch she could rest in. She ran quikly over to it as fast as she could

Within the temple, a "monster" resided. He had plans. Big plans, even for him. Earlier, he had to "greet" some guests that he invited to the temple for what would've been a party. But they were loud and annoying. So he did what was logical: punch out their faces to make them shut up and do what he wants. (Of course, he took a nap afterward and has no idea what became of them, but that's beside the point.) Now they were bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to tackle the next nuisance: the sun. It was bright and painful to sit under. It glared at them with horrible, blinding light that burned their skin. As they prepared to step foot outside the temple's top level (which was highly disapproved by their king but they couldn't resist the temptation to get outside) they noticed something. Someone. He squinted to get a better look at them, but to no avail. Were they... coming to the temple? That wasn't good. If they touch the streamer, it's game over, for him and the streamer. He bolted down the stairs, skipping steps and stumbling, wind pressing against him as he licked his lips. Upon reaching the bottom, he skid to a stop, widening his jaws and preparing to punch.

[simpinforyoongi]

Shameless ~

Yoongi x reader

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, (a lot of it)

Warnings: none

Summary: After coming back from Yoongi's studio heartbroken, you decide to scribble your thoughts down on paper, like you've done so many times. What you didn't know was how that little poem would led to your worst heartbreak yet.

Note: Heyy guys! So i just wanted to say that this one is heavily inspired by @krreader 's fic Jealousy and you can treat it like a sequel to hers (but mine ends in angst too and I've changed a few things up). Like you wouldn't believe how much i cried when i read hers amd i just couldn't not write it!! AnYWaYS, enjoy!!

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"Can i go? "

"Go wherever you want hyung, why are you asking me??" Namjoon answered as he put on his winter boots to prevent the cold chilly November winds from freezing his feet.

"No i meant...I want to go..to her.." Yoongi's voice was unnaturally small and feeble, contradicting his usual deep tone.

Namjoon jerked up, standing straight suddenly.

"But hyu-"

"Please Namjoon, I know you care deeply for her, and don't want her to get hurt anymore because of me but I just.."

Namjoon instantly started shaking his head no,

"No no hyung, go, all that happened, i know you didn't mean it to." He gave the older man a small smile "I'll let her know."

"NO! No, she, " Yoongi said with wide eyes, "She won't even open the door if she knows it's me."

"Oh right haha lol ok uh.. I won't call her then" Namjoon says fidgeting awkwardly, almost wanting to say something, but when he saw Yoongi looking at the door with a certain amount of longing, mixed with regret, guilt, fear and everything in between, he decided it was worth a shot.

"Hyung, i know you love her," They held eye contact and Namjoon continued, "and if I'm not wrong, she loves you too. And she's been hurting, for long, just like you and even longer, actually. I know I'm younger than you, but i gotta say this. don't fuck it up."

Namjoon looked down for a moment before looking back up with a sincere smile, "Best of luck! Fighting!" and with that, Yoongi left for your apartment without any bodyguards, without anything at all because that was a risk he had to take.

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You were still in bed, Namjoon had called earlier saying he's coming, and to be honest you actually wanted him to come. You needed someone to talk to, and he was the best person for that. You were completely undercovers, and came out only when it became too difficult to breathe in the carbon dioxide that gathered inside your little blanket-bubble.

It had been two weeks since the breakup, and you had even visited them in the meantime because you were strong, and knew how to keep your emotions in control when in front of others, despite the fact that you were about to breakdown any moment. You had cooped yourself up in your little apartment for way too long and your loving friends, aka members of Bangtan had dragged you back to their apartment, even though they knew it was dangerous considering the fact that the cause of all your pain was right there. But there wasn't much they could do and places they could go because, well, they're like only the biggest boy group on Earth. So you went there, insisting you were fine.

But you weren't.

Realllyy weren't.

But once the question left his lips, you knew it was over for you. This, this facáde was instantly crushed when he asked the question.

You had been playing "Truth and Dare" because no matter how sucky you were feeling, you just couldn't seem to say no to the three pairs of puppy eyes that you received. And that landed you in a somewhat boring, somewhat funny game of Truth and Dare, and even though he was there, you seemed to have fun until he asked you that question.

"Do you love someone else now?" and it was something you never in a million years had expected.

So you sat there, completely dumbfounded, much like the rest of the group, at the question that had left Yoongi's lips. And you just, couldn't do anything.

But shortly, anger bubbled up inside you.

How dare he accuse you of loving someone else when you were literally on the verge of just ripping your heart out? How dare he accuse you like that when he was the one who broke up with you? How dare he ask you that when he hadn't even given you enough time to speak before he started yelling at you that day?? How dare he??

"How dare you?" And that's all that seemed to leave your mouth before you stood up and stumbled out of the dorm with everyone except him calling after you.

Another tear escaped as you remembered the happenings of the day. But before you could wail in your sorrow any more, a bell rung throughout your apartment.

You stood up and walked to the door with tears still decorating your cheeks,

Finally Joon is here.

You felt like you could breath better for a second but all wind was knocked from your lungs when your eyes landed upon the face that stood in front of you.

Yoongi..

With a black mask and cap, and covered completely in winter clothes, there he stood in all his wintery glory, and you still knew it was him despite only his eyes being visible, that too, partly visible.

You felt your heart constrict and your rib cage felt too small now. A brand new bolt of pain jolted up your sides, almost as if physical, and striked your heart with such force you wouldn't be surprised if you had a heart attack then and there. But you didn't, you stood there, watching him, and he stood there ,watching you.

It wasn't until you shivered from the cold winds hitting your body which was bare of any winter clothing, that you jumped back into reality.

"Do you mind if I..." He trailed off, but you moved aside letting him in. He had expected a much harsher reaction, after all, he did throw some extremelt hurtful and lewd accusations at you that day. But he was grateful you didn't close the door in his face, or throw the little dried up potted plant at him. He took that as a good sign, but with you, everything wasn't as simple.

He took off his coat and hung them on the rack beside the shoe cabinet, before pulling off his boots and keeping them aside. Then he followed you into the living room.

"Coffee??" You questioned while preparing some. He wasn't sure if he wanted one, he opened and closed his mouth for a few seconds, and finally settled on a yes.

A few beats passed in complete silence, before you joined him and handed him a simple black coffee and took a seat on the single sofa opposing him.

Another few moments passed

"You still remember," he said motioning to the coffee in his hands

"It's not that hard to remember two ingredients, Suga. Besides, it's been just two weeks."

His heart shattered when you said that, firstly, on hearing 'Suga' instead of the usual 'Yoongs' or 'Yoongles' that you called him, especially because you knew he pretended to hate, but actually loved it. Hell he would've been more happy to be addressed by his full name, Min Yoongi, rather than Suga. And secondly, because of the small and almost inaudible, crack that he heard in your voice towards the end of the sentence.

You still didn't know why exactly you were so calm and not driving him out of your home. It was as if everything stopped mattering for a moment

"Two weeks. Yea," he finally spoke, eyes not quite meeting yours.

A few moments passed in complete and utter silence.

"I didn't know you wrote lyrics too." Ah yes, the song that Namjoon was producing, you had helped him with the lyrics. Not as much as helped actually, you had just randomly written some words and sentences and somehow he noticed it. He said it fit perfectly with the previous verse he had written and asked if he could use the whole poem in his song. You were completely flabbergasted and thought he was kidding, or perhaps pitying you, but after a lot of convincing, he told you he wasn't. And you told him he could, that's why you were in the professional studio in the first place. Another reason why Yoongi misunderstood you, but it was in no way Namjoon's fault. And Yoongi knew that.

"I didn't. It was supposed to be a poem. He saw it by accident." You yourself were pretty surprised at how calm you were.

"But.. I thought i read all your poems..?" his voice had a questioning tone to it.

"You did.. It was recent.." It indeed was recent. Painfully recent. You had written it just the night before, after coming back from Yoongi's studio without even talking to him properly, because he had, and i quote "a shitton of work to do" . Shit ton of work, with her. That completely broke your heart into a million pieces. You thought it couldn't break any further but you were terribly wrong. That was when you wrote it.

The poem was about, well, you guessed it, heartbreak; loneliness. Something about empty bed sides, lost warmth, tear streaked pillows, you couldn't fully remember. Your mind had been hanging like a 2005 Dell Laptop because of all the crying.

"When?"

"That night after i came back from your studio." You smiled a little, even if your insides were aching, "speaking of that, hows the production going?"

"Oh it's.. going well I suppose." He looked immensely intrigued by his cup of coffee,

You again smiled.

"Yea, you looked...quite happy." You took a sip of your own coffee, before looking out the window. Frosty winds were blowing, it was getting darker by the minute. It looked...serene.

But Yoongi was having none of this serenity,

"Happy? What...do you mean?" His voice had a sudden change of colour. But this question had your heart clenching and unclenching at a rapid, unhealthy rate.

"You and Suran." You finally croaked out, "You looked happy..with her. It was.. a sight for sore eyes, really." Earlier, whenever you even remotely thought about this, your eyes turned to waterfalls, but now, they seemed dry of any excessive moisture.

Yoongi was dumbfounded. He and Suran?

"What do you mean me and Suran? I'm just helping her!" He semi-yelled, but you didn't flinch like you did last time.

"I know that."

"But what did you mean by happy... wait...did you think we...oh my god." He slumped down back to his seat, coffee long forgotten on the coffee table.

"Y/n why didn't you tell me that?? Why didn't you tell me what you were feeling?? Why di-"

"I DID!!" You finally broke and yelled out with tears streaming down your eyes for the umpteenth time that day.

"I did tell you!!! I texted you a thousand times!! But you didn't read any of those. I called you a thousand times but i was always directed to voicemail. And the times that you did actually listen to me you had the same excuse every time. 'Im just helping her.' I know that Yoongi, I freaking.know. But what do you expect me to think when you cancelled evey date the past three months?? When the smile that you usually had when you were with me, could only be seen when you were with her?? When the way that you looked at her, the way that you smiled at her, the way that you admired every little thing she did completely resembled the way only a lover would. What did you expect me to do, when i felt like you were her mentor, her idol, her Min yoongi, not my...not my..." You couldn't finish the sentence before you completely bursted out in tears.

And as you sobbed uncontrollably, Yoongi was left to think about what you had said. And as he recalled everything he realized that none of your words were wrong.

The fact that he had ignored you so freaking much despite you being so patient with him hit him like a truck and he started spiralling into a dark deep hole of guilt and regret when you suddenly-

"Leave."

He was shocked back to his senses.

"Y/n wha-"

"I said. Leave. " You said as you stood up on lightly trembling feet and started walking towards the door.

"Y/n just listen to me give me a chance to expl-"

"Did YOU give me a chance to fuckin' explain??!! Did you even let me SPEAK when i was begging in front of you to calm down?! No. So leave."

Your heart was pounding at such an extreme rate that you feared he'd hear it and realize, that he was still your weakness. And you couldn't let that happen.

"Suga. I'm asking you to leave." With a shaking hand you opened the door and stood aside.

"Y/n please jus-"

"Are you that shameless?!"

That effectively shut him up. Just as you expected. As he finally left with a wounded heart, you slammed the door and slid down to the floor, trembling with quiet sobs.

"Are you that shameless?? That you finally resorted to seducing one of my brothers?? What else did you do huh y/n? Did you try your luck with Jungkook too?? Oh and what about Taehyung?!"

"Hyung it isn't what it looks like. Just listen to-" Namjoon spoke, trying to calm him down but to no avail.

"Namjoon just...just stay out of it. I just can't believe she'd do this to me. I can't freaking believe she'd cheat on me with yo-"

"Yoongi stop it!" You yelled while crying as you stood in front of the man you loved and who apparently loved you too.

"Why y/n? Why should i stop?? Just so you can go behind my back again? Just so you can break my heart again? Just so tha-"

"Can you pleeasee just let me speak Yoongi. I was here because -"

"Enough! Enough of your lies! I really can't believe you out of all people would do this to me. We're done y/n. We're freaking done." And with that, he stomped out of the studio, leaving you a crying, heartbroken mess.

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