#sorry to use the last two the other tags are so dead 😭

[hobiebrownismygod]

Forgotten Girl Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader Part 2/2!

A/N Sorry this took so long 😭 I've been pretty busy.

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He hadn't spoken to you in weeks. In fact, Hobie didn't think he'd even seen you around much after your last conversation. You were always so slippery, avoiding him every time he tried to come talk to you and heading out on missions almost every hour of every day.

He didn't understand why you were being so distant. Well, the two of you had never been friends friends, never been as buddy-buddy as he was with Gwen and Pavitr, but he always had liked you. He thought you were sweet, kind, the all-around good girl that he could start up a conversation with every once in a while.

And now he couldn't help but a feel a little put-off by the way you were acting. After all, if it was just slipping away, he wouldn't mind as much...but you were also being so snarky.

Giving him bored looks when he tried to start up small-talk (conversation which he absolutely hated by the way, he only did it so he could try to figure out what was going on with you), being louder, no longer as quiet as you'd been whenever he was around before, and best of all...you were funny. He couldn't even remember you making a real joke, a sarcastic, fiery one around him before...until now.

And if he was being honest...he liked it.

He liked this you.

It was like you were finally being your real self, the one he'd heard about from your friends and other Spider-people, and even if this personality wasn't the sort he was used to from you, it was still fun to see.

"Oi!" he grabbed your arm as you attempted to walk past him, your eyes dead set forward as if you didn't even see him. "Where'ya off to?"

"Nowhere important" You replied normally, looking up at him. Seeing him staring down at you, a coy smile on his face, made your heart wrench slightly. But you'd already given up. There was no point.

"Nowhere? But you're waddling away so quickly" he teased, leaning down slightly so his eyes met yours. When you didn't respond, his smile faded slightly and he cleared his throat, standing up straight.

"Have you been avoidin' me these past weeks?" He asked abruptly.

Your eyes widened slightly and you immediately scoffed and pushed his hand off your arm. "Not everything's about you, you know" You said, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Oh?" He asked with a laugh. "Someone's gotten snarky, 'aven't dey?" His accent thickened slightly as he stood back, searching for a way to get you to stay. "Come on, dove, jus tell me where you're going!"

"Miguel called me for another mission" You said, folding your arms over your chest.

"You going with anyone?" he asked curiously, cocking his head to the side.

"Why's it matter to you?" You asked with a slight smile.

He shrugged. "Maybe I want to come with you."

"To...?"

"No reason. Just tagging along." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side. "Just haven't talked to you in a while s'all"

"Aww, did you miss talking to me?" You teased, "I never knew our little convos mattered so much to you"

"They did." He admitted, a little more solemnly. He hesitated for a moment, taking a breath before explaining, "Look, dove, I like you, alright? I really do. And honestly?" He smiled, leaning in slightly again. "I missed you a little bit." He pinched his fingers together in front of you, taking your hand. "Just a little."

You felt your face heat up slightly and you immediately looked away. "I never knew that." You said quietly. You'd always thought you were more of a burden to him. That he never noticed you or that you just weren't noticeable. Yet apparently...he did notice you. More than he'd admitted.

"Really? Thought I was making it obvious...always talking to you and shit" He said with a raised brow. "Was the small-talk not plain enough?"

You chuckled, looking up at him with a grin. "The small-talk was horrific."

"That was the goal" He winked, pulling you in a little closer. "I think I like seeing you like this. All smiley and fun."

"Really?" You asked, smile fading slightly as a feeling of warmth began bubbling in your chest. "I'm fun like this?"

"I mean the whole 'sweet', 'quiet' look suited you fine, yeah, but I think you're a lot more interesting when you're open with me, darling" He chuckled, pressing his lips gently to the palm of your hand.

You smiled. So...you weren't as much of a burden as you'd thought you were.

Why had you even stayed hiding your real personality from him all these months? You'd expected him to not like you, to think you were too loud, too annoying. That's what you'd been told before.

But it seemed like the reason your little antics hadn't been working was because they weren't real. They weren't the real you.

And now that you were showing him the real you...well it just felt better, both to him and to you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts, eyes widening as he wrapped his hand around your wrist, holding it in his rather large palm.

He hesitated at your action, pulling his head back slightly. "I'm not moving too fast, am I?" He asked awkwardly.

Suddenly, you pulled him into a needed hug, burying your face in his chest and taking him by surprise. He stumbled back slightly, not having expected it. It took him a moment to adjust before returning the hug, patting your back gently. "Dove?"

"I think I've waited long enough" you mumbled with a smile, looking up into his eyes with your arms still wrapped tightly around him. "So let's speed things up, yeah?"

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Twelve)

ft. Cole Caufield

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: eleven

next: thirteen

short bc i’m behind and trying my best and i high key hate this i’m so sorry😭 this game was boring as hell

NOVEMBER 12, 2023

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yourusername girlie pops, fantabulous theys, and frizzy haired beauties, welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: best friend number one versus best friend number two edition!

best friend number one came out on top tonight with the canucks's 5-2 win, and he didn't even get a penalty! and he got his 18th assist of the season! way to go, quinner!

best friend number two tried his best! i won't even talk about how him being offside took away a habs goal! he didn't mean to! he was really sorry! (i'm sorry about your life, coley woley) (it happens all the time don't sweat it)

i had a great time tonight, boys! i loved getting some best friend time before the game and at dinner last night! i love you losers🫶 mwah!

p.s. cole also didn't get a penalty!

p.s.s stars beat their enemies the wild, my matty ratty and the rest of my baby panthers beat the blackhawks, and my quackies (sans jamie and trevor, may they rest in peace) beat the sharks! what a good hockey day! (except for cole) (sorry bb)

p.s.s.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLONDE KING, PETEY! i love you with my whole butt! i hope you loved your present!💙

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colecaufield i feel like... you did in fact mention me being offside

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_quinnhughes (it's out of love)

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_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras no.

colecaufield dude...

trevorzegras I'M FEELING ANGSTY BECAUSE I MISS MY FIANCÉE, I'M SORRY

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user53 quinn looks so dainty in the third pic and i will not elaborate on that

_eliaspettersson thank you, y/n! i love you, too!

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yourusername @/lhughes_06 ya nailed it, kiddo

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[folklorebae]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐅𝐢𝐜

Cast(s): Actress!Reader & Actor!Suna Rintarou

Warning(s): Swearing, slut-shaming, reader is using she/her pronouns, slight semi x reader

A/n: I recommend you to read my drabble first. But this could be read separately

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yourinstagram un cappucino s'il vous plaît

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bellahadid Love you, ma fée🧚‍♀️

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rintarousuna Me after downloading duolingo

↳yourinstagram 😀😁😐🤔

↳ynfan1 LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THEM!

ynfan2 SHUT UPPP. THIS WHOLE WEEKEND YOU'VE BEEN SLAYING😩❤️‍🔥

yn.sassy Another day, another slay

↳ynln.xo Perioddd

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itsunadaily WIRED Interview ft. Rin and Y/N is out now!

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sunafan1 PLS PLS PLS THEY'RE SO FUCKING ADORABLE

↳sunafan2 IKR

ynfan3 Okay okay, I'm curious. WHO IS Y/N'S S/O?

↳ynfan1 I think it's clear that there's something between them

↳ynfan3 I thought Rin has a gf? I mean, that mysterious girl?

ynfan4 I NEED TO SEE THESE TWO AGAIN! CANT WAIT FOR THE SEASON 2😩

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rintarousuna Thanks @wonderland and everyone who played a part⚡️🖤

Order now.

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yourinstagram Damn boy, can I get your number?

↳rintarousuna I'm taken, sorry

↳ln.dailyyy Atp I don't believe you guys are just friends

aquariusuna JAW ON THE FLOOR

sunafan3 RINTAROU SUNA THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

netflix [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] 'GOOD LORD!' [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] 'WAAAAH WAAAH' [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] 'WE'RE REPORTING LIVE-' [EXPLOSION] 'MY LEG... MY LEG...' [DOGS BARKING] ARFFF ARFFF 'OH MY GOD MY CHILD!!!' [CRASHING BUILDING] 'MY FUCKING HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!!'

↳ynfan5 Bro... you good?😭

↳ynsangel I believe this is an easter egg for season 2

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rintarouflorals RUMOR (via deuxmoi): Rin was seen with Y/N in Paris

P.s I beg all of you to not believe everything you read on the internet. Please keep the comments respectful, thank you.

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sunafan4 Isn't it obvious that they're more than friends?

↳sunafan5 Maybe, but I think people should leave them alone and mind their own business lol💀

sunafan6 I will never trust that stupid gossip page

sunafan7 Idk bout you all, but Rin and Y/N don't make any sense

↳ynfan6 FINALLY. Someone say this! They don't give any romance energy imo

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florenceflorals Florence via instagram story!

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florencefan1 OKAY BUT Y/N IS IN FRANCE RN?!? I WANT TO MEET HER

↳ynfan7 She has been in paris for a week😭 That ig story is from yesterday

↳florencefan1 WHA–😭

florencefan2 Are we going to see Ms. Flo and Y/N work for the same project again👀

↳florenceflorals 🕯manifesting🕯

florencefan3 Y/N and her are together. Those people who ship Y/N with Eita or Rin could go😍

ynflorals I LOVE THEM SM OMG😭❤️

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rintarousuna.com RINTAROU FUCKING SUNA VIA IG STORY

P.s GOODBYE Y'ALL IM DEAD RN. THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE

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privyn My bf is hotter than hell

↳sunafan8 Girl, he's OUR bf

↳privsuna lmao

sunafan9 Oh God... Idk how many people died because his whore behavior

ynfan8 FUCKKKK I JUST ORDERED HIS MAGAZINE AFTER THE WEBSITE IS GOING DOWN FOR AN HOUR AND NOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE AUDACITY TO BE THIS HOT

ynfan9 @yourinstagram, ISTG you're the loml. But babe, I am this close 🤏 to steal your man

sunafan10 WHY THIS PIC IS TAKING ME BACK TO THAT VIDEO EDIT WITH "WHY'D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH" AS A BACKSOUND?!?!

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enews The fans have been speculating about L/N and Semi's relationship for months. But after attending his concert last night in Paris, the "I Know Places" star was seen having dinner at César Paris with co-star Rintarou Suna. Click the link in bio for more👀 (📷: Instagram/Getty)

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ynfan10 You guys need to stfu and get a life. Leave my girl alone

↳ antiyn1 Your fav is a hoe, just admit it lmao

↳ ynfan10 "TPWK🌸" in your bio is bs. Your fav is ashamed of you lmao

semifan1 Ok but imagine being that pretty and people make rumors between you and these two fine men🥲

privsemi Wtf is wrong with these people💀 @privyn

↳privyn Apparently netizens can't see a woman supporting her male friend😍

sunafan11 Rin ily, but you and Mr. Rockstar need to leave and let me be with Y/N

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lnandsuna.media “I don't think I owe anyone an explanation about it (his romantic relationship). For now, both of us have agreed to keep our relationship out of the public eye and as long as we're happy, it doesn't matter what strangers think about us.” — Rintarou Suna for Wonderwall, 2022

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ynfan11 Um... where is this coming from?😭

↳lnandsuna.media papz took some pics of him with his girlfriend kissing in the alley earlier this year

↳ynfan11 OH YEAH SHIT. I JUST REMEMBERED. THANK GOD WE CANT SEE THE GIRL'S FACE.

sunafan12 Even deep down I wanna know his girlfriend's face, these paps should leave them alone omfg.

sunafan13 I feel so sorry for him, he deserves better:(

ynfan12 Paps need to chill omg. What if that girl isn't a celebrity and suddenly everyone in her life knows that she's dating a famous actor?

↳sunafan14 That girl is a public figure (my aunt used to work for her stylist) and everyone around her knows her bf

↳ynfan12 So what if she's a public figure? She deserves a privacy

↳sunafan14 I didn't say she didn't deserve privacy. I just said that she's a public figure

Another a/n: I'll do a part 2! (If you wanna be tagged lmk) Stay tuned mwah<33

[lathalea]

Teaser Time: The White Raven ch6 is coming soon!

I would like to thank everyone who has supported me so far during my work on The White Raven fic, especially you, lovely people, yes, you who replied to my latest post about it. Your response was so overwhelmingly kind and really motivating 💕💕💕😭 Special thanks to @legolasbadass for being a great and extremely patient beta reader 💙

You gave me strength to continue writing this story and I have a little something for you...

✨💎 As a big THANK YOU 💎 ✨ I'd like to share a small snippet from Chapter 6 with you. Enjoy!

“He’s still breathing!”

“Thorin, wake up! Wake up, ye lazy bastard!” someone growled straight into his ear. “Damn it!”

“Dwalin, look, we stopped the bleeding.”

Those voices again. Pulling Thorin back into consciousness. Into the pain and emptiness.

“Let’s finish dressing his wound and then we’ll take ‘im to Oín,” the growling one said. 

“What’s that, Fili?” the young, familiar voice said.

“Where?”

“Over there, by that pointy rock on the other side of the river.” 

“Looks like a dead Warg to me,” the one very close to him rasped out. A pair of hands kept on doing something to his chest. It hurt. He wanted it to stop. 

“Too small for a Warg, Dwalin. It’s… by Mahal’s beard!”

“Where are you going, Fili? Wait for me!” The first voice sounded irritated.

A sound of hurried footsteps. Iron-heeled boots against ice. 

“Those two can’t sit in one place in peace if their life depended on…” the raspily-sounding one grunted. “I tell ya, Thorin, when ye’re better, we’ll send them on guard duty. First morning shift for a month. That’ll teach ‘em!”

Somehow, it made Thorin want to smile. But now, even smiling hurt.

“It’s a raven! So big! Look at its wings! Why are you staring, Fili?” the youthful voice reached his ears again.

“I think it’s… the White Raven.”

“What?! It’s just a fairy tale!”

“I’ve seen this raven before, Kili,” confidence rang in the second voice. “I think it followed us on the way to Erebor. It helped me fight off a Warg-rider in the Misties just before the eagles came.”

Thorin took a reluctant breath. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears. 

“Whatever it is, it doesn’t look good. There is so much blood… Is it dead, Fili?”

“Let me see… That’s a nasty wound.”

Thorin’s muscles tensed. He wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to speak. But his body didn't want to obey.

And then he heard two gasps at the same time.

“What’s happening?”

“Do you see it too, Fili?”

“It’s… it’s magic!”

“No, it’s a shapeshifter!”

“Look! Look!”

“A woman?!”

Both voices intermingled in Thorin’s exhausted mind, making less and less sense. He needed to act. He needed to… He breathed in. The air smelled like snowdrops.

“Thorin! Ye’re back! And here I was thinkin’…” A tattooed forehead and a bushy moustache appeared before his eyes. “Stop squeezing my hand so hard!”

“Carra…” Thorin managed to rasp out. He could barely keep his eyes open.

“What are ye sayin’?” Dwalin demanded.

“Help…. her…” He tried again. “She is…”

“What? I can barely hear ye.” The last wisps of strength were leaving him. He could feel the darkness beckoning to him once again.

“Yasthûnê…” Thorin articulated slowly. “My… wife.”

The full chapter is going to drop in the beginning of next week, Thorin and Carra can't wait to share their tale with you 💙

Tagging @legolasbadass @linasofia @xxbyimm @quiall321 @i-did-not-mean-to @evenstaredits @exhausted-humxn-being @mrsdurin @emrfangirl @aduialel @littlesweetdressmaker @shiinata-library @estethell @heilith @sotwk @groovycalzoneroadmaker @sazzlep @ponycactus @nokisuu @the-lonely-pillow @myeaglesongart @i-am-the-raven-queen @ruthoakenshield @asgardianhobbit98 @thespiritoflife @justfollowtheroad @fizzyxcustard @knittastically @mcchiberry @the-fragile-heart-of-a-lady and everyone who is interested in this story (stupid tumblr said I couldn't tag more people, sorry) 💙

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Heyyo! Hope this ask reaches you well nwn. I have a couple hundred questions about ur art style and storytelling methods if you don’t mind :3

Most important one: How do you draw Mewtwo fingers so well 😭😭😭😭

Also, what program(s) do you use? Canvas size for different projects? What brush settings? And how do you sketch, line and colour? Which step is your favourite? How long do you normally take from piece to piece?

How do you come up with your different AUs? Any particular inspirations? What tips would you give someone just starting out a comic on tumblr?

And uhh any general tips on getting around tumblr? Blogs you really like?

Sorry for all these questions, really big fan if you can’t tell :’D I actually really love the pride art piece you did~

So i tried answering this before and it doesnt post so uhhhhh heres to hoping it works?

1. I base Mewtwo's paws as hands, worked without the rounded digits first then moved to rounded digits so... Take that as you will?

2. I use Clip Studio Art and Procreate! Mostly, anyways XD i also sometimes default back to Paint tool Sai, or Fire Alpaca if i want a different brand lol.

3. I vary in size for different projects. My animations are different than my sketches, my sketches are different from my completed art and my completed art is different for my comics! It also helps my brain not get tired XD

4. I tend to favor my lineart and rendering! Though both of them take equally long times, i render less But i love it more.

5. Depends on the project. I can typically churn out colored pieces in like an hour or so! Sketches are faster.

6. A lot of them are inspirations of something else. Shiny AU was just cause i liked Shiny Pokemon. But Dead AU was based off Danny Phantom and Mimikyu au was a "What if" scenario of the dead au!

7. Oop, Danny Phantom for the Dead AU. Legendary Mew was based off the whole Chosen one BS XD False Twins was slightly based off of TC but was actually based off another AU where Ash and Mewtwo were sorta close friends.

8. Tagging is your best friend~ don't be afraid to interact with other blogs. If someone is being mean, just block em and move on!

9. Getting around Tumblr? I'd say reblog, follow peeps, go to your favorite fandoms/tags! You'll get mutuals in no time!

10. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a lot of peeps but i dont wanna bother then with tags XD so nontagged peeps!

Phlurri

XxTC-96xX

MewtwoAndMe

Bluesues

DistortionMewtwo

Mewtales/Mewdump

Penumbra

Loupy Mongoose

Ask-Mirage-Twos

TazerPones/MegaMew and Crew

The Mew Crew

And a few more but i cant remember tumblr names djdbdb

And thank you! I have one more peice i want to finish before i forget- its a peice i didnt get to do last year XD

[a-earthssprout]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

NAME: please call me Winnie ! 😊

PRONOUNS: she / her 🌷

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tumblr im’s are just fine; however, my discord is always available upon request ! 😊

NAME OF MUSE(S): Ariana; prefers to go by ‘ Ari ’

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I … think I’m going on my 8th year of roleplaying ? 👀

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, skype ( when it was popular—does anyone else remember those days ? 😭 ), & discord !

BEST EXPERIENCE: oh, I’ve had so many wonderful experiences on here ! but I’d say the best above them all are any of the meaningful relationships that I’ve made with a few writers 🌷 some people I’ve met on tumblr mean quite a lot to me, & they definitely feel like family ! 🌿

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: hmm … 🤔 I’m not the biggest fan of impatience, since I tend to be quite slow with my replies ( though I am grateful to say that I couldn’t tell you about a time where I’ve experienced this, so … if I ever have, it thankfully wasn’t bad enough for me to remember it 🙏 ). I guess another one is when it’s obvious that someone hasn’t read Ari’s about / my rules, but again, that’s an extremely rare occurrence 😭 you see, you all are so wonderful, so I have very few complaints 🥺 as for dealbreakers, any kind of inappropriate behavior towards Ari will earn you an instant hardblock. problematic behavior, as well, & blogs that run solely off drama—it’s just not something I appreciate seeing. lastly, an inability to respect boundaries—either mine or others—is not the sort of behavior I’m interested in keeping around. only friendly & kind company here in grandma Winnie’s house, & I promise to try my very best to be just the same ! 🍯

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: never the last, so we will keep it between the first two; I much prefer the former over the latter, since I’m most comfortable writing sweet things 🌻 however, I do want to practice more with angst & am not against adding / exploring similar elements to / in threads ... 🤔 no guarantees that I’ll be any good at it, though; I struggle to tug at that particular part of the heart, I feel 😭

PLOTS OR MEMES: any & all kinds of interaction are warmly welcome here ! 😊 I just appreciate the interest, really 🥺🍄

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: … long 😭 I’m very sorry about it, but you will almost always probably receive a long response from me—& by no means should you feel obligated to match that length ! I have no preference for what I receive. all I ask is that you give me a little something to work with ! 👍

BEST TIME TO WRITE: early morning, before the rest of the world is awake so it’s nice & quiet & when the coffee is fresh ☕

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): we have our similarities, certainly ! I think everyone has at least a few things in common with their muses 🌷 however ...  catch me dead before you catch me befriending a bug or picking up a snail 👀 dlfkjgkljgjk or frolicking outside, in general. I live in Florida, okay ? everything ' wild ‘ is built to kill, & the state bird is a mosquito 😔 I also have a terrible potty mouth, so ... lkjdlgljkg 

tagged by: I stole this from the wonderful @more-than-a-princess, who is such an inspiration & admirable writer ! my dash would not be the same without Rae on it, & her Sonia is amazing ! highly recommend 🌷 tagging: @theircurse / @spiinsparks / @weasleyandweasley​ / @xamassed / @madamhatter / @lionfated / @galaxofmuses / @champiionic / @aevisong / @scholarlyblade / @detectiveheizou / @balladccr / @librarywent / @lightcreators / @sourentropy ( whichever blog you like ! ) // @pompedia & anyone else who’d like to do this ! 😊

[wandapinkay]

HIIIII it's friendly anon back again!! ヾ(ゝω・)ノ

the pleasure is all mine, i assure you! :D i was a bit apprehensive to drop in your inbox at first - since i'm not well-versed in self-shipping culture and ask culture on this site is tragically dead - but i got a cool new parasocial friendship out of it and i discovered a new and exciting way to consume media and enjoy characters, so i'm glad that i did!! \^o^/ it took me a long time to realize it, but i truly think self-shipping was the last piece of the puzzle that i was missing in my previous hyperfixations. so what if that man is fictional, what do you mean he can't be mine??

in other news, i've already gotten four of my friends to watch steins;gate and i also recently convinced my sister and her husband to give it a try! i have rewatched the entire show three times alone this month, i am fully insane 🙏

WAITTTT THOSE CATBOY EDITS ARE SO CUTE ACTUALLY 🥺🥺i'm so impressed with how authentic they look, how did you capture the steins;gate style so well?? the second one on particular looks so real, suddenly i'm convinced daru was a catboy the whole time and i just never noticed lol

MAD respect for that 200-unit daru pic collection btw, i've been deep-diving in the darkest corners of the internet for fanart of okabe and i have found some amazing comics featuring daru that made me think of you ( ¯ ³¯)♡! on that note, i've also seen some very sweet drawings of daru with baby suzuha which, out of curiosity, made me wonder what your thoughts on them are together as father and daughter! i adore them honestly, but i'm curious to know if you feel differently about them since you self-ship with daru! i've seen a couple selfshippers in another fandom i frequent who have drawn fankids with their f/o's before and that got me wondering since suzuha is a unique case :)

ASDFJAKSFKSF YES THAT WAS THE NAME OF THE VN idk why i called it that, i think someone else called it that in a reddit post-

nevertheless, my point stands. i cannot even begin to express my disappointment that we didn't get to see daru OR okabe in a maid outfit. heck, we didn't even get to see daru in his penguin suit (though the fact that he was really popular in it made me cackle)! i mean it when i say that if the devs hadn't been cowards and gave us frilly daru and okabe, i would not have looked even twice at the girls. the men yearn for the frills!!! \o/

wahhhh you really are so nice, i appreciate you a bunch :) :) and wow, i thought for sure you'd been part of the community for longer than a year, you seem so comfortable here! was it easy for you to get settled in the community? you've been so nice, but i'm a bit scared to dip my toes in the self-shipping tag if you have any advice👉👈 (thank you again for being so kind and accommodating!! ^^;)

I DID, I SAID THE LINE!! WHERE IS MY PRIZE

your message has been delivered and summarily ignored except for the kiss which he accepted with dignity :3

to sign off, i am blowing both you and daru a pair of friendly kisses! i wish you both a very good night AND OH MAN I ALMOST FORGOT IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY IN TWO DAYS??? in that case, i wish you both a good night AND a wonderful valentine's day if you have any plans!!

thank you again for reading!! i will most assuredly be back if i am still welcome! (ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

OMG HI ONCE AGAIN!! SO SORRY IF I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER YOUR ASK, I WAS BUSYY 😭 Still so happy for the fact you're enjoying your new hobbie, I think everyone should try selfshipping at least once in their lives.. and woAHH amazing steins;gate propaganda you've done there! Wish I could do that to most of my friends but some have already seen it ages ago and some aren't just interested so I just kinda gave up HFH ALSO HOOOLY and I thought finishing the series in like,, 2 months was mental but you got me there I'm honest /lh I SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW HOW I DID IT?? I just kinda went with it by using a small brush with no pressure and blurring out everything a little bit so it matched the og pic's quality I suppose?? I'm happy you think they seem legit, I did my job well then ; u ; <3 OMG THAT'S SO SWEET OF YOU THOUGHH 🥺🥺 now you got me curious on which ones you're referring to waa.. ALSO UMM.. ABOUT SUZUHA- I had a few concepts for how my relationship with Daru would work in-universe.. so I made a couple of them: one is the "good" ending I guess, while another is just "angst™"

.. yeah, can you tell I felt awful while coming up with the second one? GDGSFGFSD IT'S FINE THOUGH, I'M OK NOW But this is besides the point; I actually really love Suzuha's character and I prefer her over the other girls.. and my favorite dynamic is hers with Daru and Yuki (ironically).. seeing Daru being a dad melts my heart because sometimes I wish I had a father figure as sweet as he is aaa I prefer to see myself with Daru than project myself onto Yuki though, because I'd treat him differently than he does sometimes if I gotta be honest Still, hope you like the silly ideas- WAIT,, UH?? DARU HAS A PENGUIN SUIT?? I NEED TO SEE IT SO BADD 😭😭 Also fr, why can't they just satisfy the boy's fans for once,, I feel like they're leaving us out on purpose at this point- /j

Btw, for the selfship community part, I didn't really do much! I just started to post my artwork in the tag and started following and interacting with some peeps, although rarely because I'm still akward about it, but the people in it are so nice!! In my opinion, it's worth a shot!

Also thank you so much!! I hope you had a great Valentine's day with Okabe as well, sending you kisses as well! I posted a fanart that is kinda vday themed but nothing selfshippy unfortunately, but me and Daru would have probably chilled at home, exchanging eachother chocolates and stuff like that! Idk, I'm not a very "outside" person but if we had in plan to go somewhere like the May Queen to get something together, I wouldn't have minded either!

Of course you're welcome to come back, it's always a pleasure! Since I don't get asks often, it brightens up my day to see something in my inbox once in a while, so thank you still for feeling comfy enough to come back! Have a great day/night! 💕💕

[adorzora]

HI BABE!!! I FINALLY CAME UP WITH A REQ/ASK! ok I’m crying cuz I always read spoilers SO!!!! hear me out, scenario where reader is the sole person to save Mikey in the future (like first love type of thing, his saving grace, etc etc) 🥺 but they broke up in the past bc reader wanted to get away from Toman & live a life that didn’t involve violence. Angst, fluff, LUVVV? Idk up to you. ♥️ ty ily

𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 ~ 𝑚. 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑜

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: you think you can save bonten!mikey from himself but you’re sadly mistaken.

tw: angst, death, mentions the word blood and hand gun, m!rder,

a/n: here you go kris 💓 i hope you like it and i’m sorry it took 273849392 days for me to write 😭🥴 and idk if this is what you were looking for so lmk and i’ll gladly fix it 😌 i tired to make this as gender neutral as possible please let me know if i didn’t anywhere. as always thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 😚💘

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please do not plagiarize my work.

You never thought you would ever see one of your old childhood friends on your doorstep in the middle of the night. You haven’t spoken to him in years, so you couldn’t understand why he would be here of all places.

“Takemitchy…what’re you doing here? It’s been so long”

“Y/N we need to talk, it’s important.”

You stood in the doorway looking dumbfounded. Why would Takemitchy need to talk to you about something important? Surely it’s not about gang related stuff, last you knew Takemitchy was no longer a delinquent.

“About what? What’s so important you decided to knock on my door at such a late hour? How did you even find out where I live?”

“That’s not important right now just- please Y/N we need to talk!!”

You thought it over and you came to the conclusion that Takemitchy doesn’t do things unless there’s a reason for them. At least that’s how he used to be. Reluctantly you stepped aside and let him into your apartment.

You were standing at the stove making some tea while Takemitchy was seated at your dining room table. After making awkward small talk and catching up you decided to get on to the point of his visit.

“So why are you here Takemitchy?”

“Have you seen the news recently Y/N about the gang Bonten?”

“Yes they’re on the evening news almost nightly. Why?”

“I know the leader, and so do you..it’s Mikey. Mikey’s the leader of Bonten.”

Your blood ran cold and you dropped the cup you were pouring the tea into, it shattering on the floor. You couldn’t believe, Mikey the Mikey you once knew was the infamous leader of the most dangerous gang in Tokyo. There’s no way, you refuse to believe it.

“You’re lying…there’s no way Mikey would be apart of something like that”

“I couldn’t believe it either..but it’s true! Look!”

He walks over and shows you a picture of some members of Bonten all leaving from someplace. In the back, just barely you could make him out. It was Mikey, he dyed his hair white and his eyes looked dead, they no longer shined like they once used to. And you could make out the infamous Bonten gang tattoo on the back of his neck right in the middle.

“I-I can’t believe it…how-how did this happen?” Your heart was racing and your body was shaking. “Was it all my fault? Did he turn out like this because I left?” you kept asking yourself these questions in your head, wondering if you were the cause of Mikey's downfall.

You used to run with Toman back in the day, in their prime. You were never officially a member but you might as well have been. You were at every meeting, every party, and every fight, although Mikey would never let you join in on the action so you would always cheer on the sidelines. You, Mikey and Draken were childhood friends you grew up together and they were like your two older brothers. Draken knew before either of you how you and Mikey felt for one another. He could see it in the way you guys acted around each other and the look in your eyes when you look at eachother. He was always silently rooting for you two.

You can’t remember when or how you fell in love with Manjiro Sano, all you knew was that loving him felt like what the first ray of sunshine feels like on your skin after a long and cold winter. It was like he brought you to life and you did the same for him. Slowly you noticed a change in him, a change in his attitude and personality. He was no longer the same lovable Mikey. Your suspicions were confirmed after he announced he wanted to disband Toman. Toman was his pride and joy there’s no way Mikey would let it go so easily. He kept telling you that all good things come to an end. You left after the first time Mikey and his new gang committed a crime. Mikey was no longer the same Mikey you fell in love with. You remember the hurt in his eyes and you swear that the world was silent to the sound of his heart shattering. Deep down you feel guilty to this day. You wonder, was it because you left that Mikey turned into this monster? Could you fix him and turn him back into the fun and loveable boy you fell in love with all those years ago?

“Okay Takemitchy, I’ll do it. I’ll talk to Mikey.”

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

The place Mikey told you to go to was a run down abandoned building. The only reason you agreed to meet here was because Naoto and Takemitchy swore they would be right around the corner in the police car. All you had to do was call them if you felt unsafe. You entered the building to find it empty. Mikey wasn’t here yet…or worse case he stood you up.

“It’s been so long, Y/N”

You turned around quickly and saw Mikey standing there. He looked so different from how you remember. Back in the shadows you saw another man with him. He had medium pink hair and scars on the side of his mouth. He looked familiar but you couldn’t remember who he was.

“M-Mikey, it’s n-nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too. I never thought I would again. I hope you don’t mind but as a precaution I need Sanzu here to pat you down before we continue this meeting.”

You couldn’t believe this was the same Mikey. He sounded so different, his voice was no longer playful and upbeat, instead it was stern and erie.

“Y-yeah sure.”

With that Mikey motioned for Sanzu to come forward. When he emerged from the shadows you recognized him instantly. Or you could say you recognized the crazed look in his eyes. It was the same one he had long ago. It still gives you chills. As he began checking you over for weapons or anything that could be a potential threat you couldn’t help but tremble, you got this feeling from him that he was a very dangerous individual.

“All clear boss.” Sanzu said when he was done.

“Thank you. You can leave us now.”

Sanzu left but not before giving you a smirk, causing your heart rate to speed up again.

“You know, I never thought I would see you again.” Mikey said to you, first to break the silence.

“Mikey..what happened to you? This isn’t the Mikey I remember.”

His eyes narrowed at you as he approached you. Unconsciously you took a step back but that didn’t stop him. He didn’t stop till he was standing right in front of you, and that’s when you were able to get a good look at him. His eyes had dark circles around them and they looked dead. You could see the sadness and emptiness in them. Eyes that were once filled with kindness and happiness. You noticed how skinny he had gotten, he must’ve stopped eating so much over the years, or maybe he didn’t feel like eating anymore. He was nothing more than a shell of who he used to be. You could almost cry seeing him now compared to what he used to be.

“I haven’t been that Mikey in many years. I’m not sure if I even remember him. The look in your face tells me you do though. I wonder what everyone else would say if they could see me now. Would they have the same look you do?”

“Mikey it’s not too late for you. You can still redeem yourself.”

He laughed cynically, “Oh Y/N there’s no redeeming qualities left in me. You know, the day you left is when I realized that no matter what, everyone is going to leave me. I lost you, my brother and my sister all before I was an adult. I kept looking for someone to blame but the only person who came to mind was myself. That’s when I knew, this is who I was meant to become.”

“ That’s not true Mikey, you-“

“I never loved someone the way I loved you, Y/N” he said, cutting you off.

“I really thought you were my saving grace, the one to make my life mean something, but then all of a sudden you left too. I don’t know why I was surprised. But something broke within me that day and that’s when I swore I would never let someone get close to me again. You see Y/N you changed me, and that’s why I need to do this.”

Before you could register what was happening, Mikey pulled out a handgun and had it pointed at your stomach.. You were frozen in place with fear, you couldn’t believe Mikey really wanted to kill you.

“M-m-mikey please, I-i didn’t mean to hurt you.” you said as tears streamed down your face as you were staring death right in the face.

“I know darling, no one ever means to hurt another,” He bent down and brought his mouth down to your ear,

“But you left me, the only person I had left, you left me alone in this world.” He whispered before he pulled the trigger, shooting you in the stomach.

For a second you didn’t believe he actually did it. Only when you looked down and saw the blood leaking from your abdomen did you finally realize what had happened. Mikey shot you, in cold blood. You fell to the ground and looked up at him.

“Mmm-mikey w-why?” You choked out.

“Because I still love you, I always will. If I can't have you in this life, maybe I can have you in another.” Your vision was becoming blurry but you were just barely able to see tears running down his cheeks.

As your body slipped into unconsciousness you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe in another life you could’ve changed the way things had happened. Maybe you would’ve had a long and happy life with Mikey like you both once used to talk about. In another life maybe you would’ve saved him.

[doctorgerth]

alright sorry about that again. congratulations on the milestones, it's a always a big deal for any writer to be going for this long! fluff prompt #7 "Holding the others chin up" with Killer, Zoro or Shanks with male reader holding the other men's chin. please and thank you.

a/n: this was so self indulgent holy hell I just want Killer to be happy and healthy ok 😭 thank you for the love and support, I hope you like this!

prompt: BOX A - ⑺ Holding the other’s chin up

pairing: Killer x M!Reader

warnings: sprinkle of angst? but overall comfort fluff

word count: ~380

“You need to relax. You deserve a day off. Kid - er - Heat and Wire will make sure everything is taken care of, I promise.”

Killer huffs in his mask, easing down onto the edge of your shared bed as your gentle hands coax him into doing so. He’s silent for a moment, the only sound is the bouncing of his restless legs and soon he’s back to standing.

“I can’t trust those idiots to do anything. Maybe I should-”

You roll your eyes, “What you should be doing is relaxing. When’s the last time you took a mental health day? Hell, when’s the last time you stayed in bed past dawn?”

“I’ve stayed in bed past dawn before.”

You cock a brow.

“...when I was unconscious from that fight against the Red Haired Pirates...”

You groan, hands finding their way to his broad shoulders once more, “It shouldn’t have to take you being half-dead for you to relax, Killer. It’s not healthy.”

You don’t have to push him down this time. Killer willingly sits down on the bed again, holding his head in his hands, “I know, I know. I just-”

“You feel responsible for everyone and everything. I know.”

His breath hitches in his throat and you can see a subtle shake in his shoulders. With his permission, you take the opportunity to slowly remove his helmet. You lift his chin to look up at you, not missing the droop in his purple lips or the worn look reflecting in his tired blue eyes.

“You’re the glue that holds us together, Killer. That’s why we need you to take care of yourself. You deserve to rest.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him so he can bury his face into your stomach. You pat gently at his head, carding through his matted helmet hair as you hold him tight.

“And besides, does staying in bed with me all day really sound that terrible?”

He squeezes you before throwing the two of you backwards onto the bed. You giggle as you two settle underneath the covers, tangling your bodies together and smiling as Killer relaxes against you, sighing contentedly, “I don’t think I’ll ever leave now.”

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[key201303]

Pairing: undercover!Hwiyoung x fem!reader ft. Sf9 members as mafia members

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, smut, suggestive content

Word count: 1790 words

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff from time to time, smut/suggestive content

Plot: being the daughter of a dealer wasn't easy, especially when he had so many debts and was now dead. Ever since your dad passed away, you've been paying his debts with your own life and body but fortunately that is about to change when a charming boy appears out of the blue to save you. But, is he going to give you a better life or you're just changing the location of your doom? Is he trying to protect you from others or does he also want to use you like an exchange currency like everyone else did?

A/N: We're psrinting towards the end of this series and ngl I don't want it to end 😭 hope you guys enjoy this fluffish chapter ❤❤

Taglist -> @staysstrays @grungiejaems @io-is-lame @ailoveyuta @jaysbestie @mayfifolle @slut-for-fandoms @forevrglow (ask me to be added!)

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“A promise is a promise. You better be bringing the ramen before I change my mind about letting you go out alone.” Hwiyoung said through the phone speaker as you were on your way to the nearest convenience store to fulfill the promise you made a week ago. You didn’t really know at what point of your ridiculous life you changed deals with your own body or money for food deals but you had to admit you liked them more than the first ones, especially if it meant spending some time with Hwiyoung.

Even though his words at the shooting range kept repeating in your mind like a mantra, you couldn’t help feeling slightly attracted to that boy. Maybe it was that he was pretty handsome, don’t try to fool yourself, or maybe it was that he has been the only one paying attention to your feelings and worried about you in the last months, but you had to admit that, slowly, your mind was clouded with thoughts involving him. Whenever he went out of the small apartment, whenever he handed you a piece of pizza on Friday nights while you watched a movie, whenever he fell asleep on your shoulder because he was too tired to stay awake while watching TV, whenever he went to take a shower… Geez, (Y/N) what the hell is wrong with you?? Stop thinking stuff like that, you’re just a friend for him or not even that. Stop being so damn delusional. You thought to yourself, mentally facepalming yourself as you took the ramen bucket he let you know was his favorite. Why can’t I get him out of my mind? How is it possible that I get so immersed in thoughts about him? You kept asking yourself, completely clueless about the reason why you were feeling that way towards the long haired boy. Is it because he’s a policeman and I have a thing for men in uniform???? Nah, what the hell are you thinking about (Y/N)? Though it could be a good reason, he really looks good on that leather jacket of his. You kept talking to yourself as you waited for the girl to tell you the price for the two ramen buckets. “Excuse me ma’am, it’s 1176 ₩.” The girl said once again, finally knocking you out of your little trance. “Oh, yeah, I’m sorry. Here, thank you.” You said, bowing at the girl and giving her the money before you exited the store to head to Hwiyoung’s location.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Hwiyoung said, surprised yet with worry written all over his face as soon as he saw you entering the police station offices. “I brought your ramen, didn’t you say I had to keep my promise?” You said, handing him the bag with the ramen buckets and giving him a confused look. “Have you gone crazy? I didn't mean you had to come here with this. If someone sees you in here they will suspect.” Hwiyoung whispered into your ear as he took the bag from your hands. You remained silent, looking at him with an apologetic look letting him know you didn’t think about what the consequences of you going to the police station could be. “Come here.” He said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to a random room.

As soon as he opened the door, you found yourself on a beautiful rooftop. He lowkey knew he would have to take you there someday if he wanted to keep an eye on you and, actually, he really liked the idea of eating lunch with you in there, making you both feel like normal people even if it was just for a short span of time. “Next time you decide to come here, remember to at least wear a face mask so others can’t see your face that easily.” He said, letting you get on the rooftop and closing the door right after him. "I would have thought about that if you didn’t call me in a hurry to buy the ramen buckets.” You complained, trying to excuse yourself so he wouldn’t nag at you, just like a kid trying to get rid of their parents’ nagging. “Yeah, and you still just bought two…” Hwiyoung said disappointed as soon as he opened the bag and saw you just bought one bucket for each. “Tsk, how much did you want me to buy??” You said, ready to nag him for eating so much junk food, but backing off when you noticed you were nobody to nag him about eating badly. Not only because you did exactly the same but because you were actually nobody to him even if it hurt you. Little did you know how you have been clouding his mind as well lately.

“Were you hungry?” Hwiyoung said, a weak smile threatening his lips as he watched you desperately eating. “It’s been ages since the last time I ate one of these.” You said with chubby cheeks and a wide smile spreading on your red lips. You couldn’t remember when was the last time your dad bought you a ramen bucket and you shared it with him. You could even bet it was when you were still in school and he had to deal during the night and he could barely get out of bed to pick you up from school. Hwiyoung, on the other hand, has eaten that ever since he started helping his dad at the police station. He was so immersed and busy on the different cases that he barely had time to think about cooking or even eating sometimes. Plus he, unlike you, has shared one of those ramen buckets with a lot of people throughout his life. But he had to admit this one was his favorite. Seeing you enjoy the meal as much as you were, made him feel happy somehow. And without even noticing, the weak smile that threatened his lips a few seconds ago, was now spreading widely on his red lips as well as he looked at you ever so fondly.

“You have some soup on the corner of your lips.” He said giggling, slurping and swallowing the leftover soup from his bucket. You shyly took one of the napkins placed on the small table you were sitting at and tried to remove the stain of soup Hwiyoung has mentioned. “Did I remove it?” You asked clueless, avoiding his eye contact. You would have been too shy and embarrassed if you locked eyes with him. “Not yet.” He said, looking at you with a soft yet teasing gaze. Once again, you scrubbed the napkin on your lips in another attempt to remove the stain. “Now?” You asked once again, slightly looking at him but removing your eyes from his quickly. He motioned another ‘no’ with his head as another smile appeared on his lips. “You’re teasing me right? I don’t have any leftovers on my lips, do I?” You said, ready to fight him if he was just messing around. The only answer you got was a soft giggle from him and right after you saw him getting closer to you. His face was suddenly inches from yours, his hand was slightly brushing yours while the other was getting closer to your lips, his eyes were locked with your parted lips and your cheeks were burning in light red for sure. Suddenly, you could feel his thumb caressing the corner of your lip, removing the stain he promised you had. His touch was gentle, making you melt into it.

Finally his eyes met yours and you could feel your cheeks getting even more red if that was possible. “You did have a leftover.” He said, showing you his spotted finger, giving you a teasing smile right after, before he pulled away from you and cleaned his thumb with another napkin. He left you speechless, just like he did when you were at the shooting range. What were you supposed to say after the boy you feel attracted to acts like that? You had no idea and not even he knew what just happened.

A few hours went by and, surprisingly, you both could go back home together. “Wear this.” Hwiyoung said, handing you a face mask. You shyly took it and wore it just like he told you to do. He was kind of right, you could get in really big trouble if anyone discovered what you two were doing. “How come we can go back home together?” You said, swinging your bag back and forth as you both walked back home. “I don’t have much more to do there so why not go back with you?” He answered, looking down at you as he flashed a small smile at you. Even though you couldn’t see it because of the mask, it felt as warm as it always felt. “You know? I could finally feel like a normal day today. Thank you.” You said, giving him another soft smile. You didn’t even know why you were thanking him. Maybe it was just for today or maybe it was because of all the things he has done for you ever since you started living with him. But you suddenly noticed how grateful you were towards the boy walking right beside you. “Why are you thanking me? I did nothing.” He said giggling, moving his gaze from you to the front, admiring the beautiful scenery. “You saved me from hell. That’s more than enough.” You said, honesty reflected on your gleaming orbs. “I always wished to have someone with whom I could share my life and thoughts. Good and bad ones. So I could feel like I wasn’t all by myself in this shitty world.” You suddenly confessed. You didn’t have a reason to open your heart out of the blue, you just felt like doing so. After all, he was the reason for your smiles lately, he definitely deserved having an explanation about your thoughts. “Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?” Hwiyoung suddenly said. He sounded really convinced of what he was saying but you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped your lips when he pronounced those words. “Are you throwing such a terrible pick up line at me?” You said laughing, making him slowly laugh as well, probably full of embarrassment. “I guess I’m not that good when it comes to flirting.” He said giggling, locking his eyes with the floor and scratching the back of his neck, too embarrassed to look down at your laughing figure.

If only you knew how I would love it if that pick up line was real… You both thought to yourselves, completely clueless of each other’s thoughts as you both walked towards the little apartment you both now called home.

[haruhey]

I’m very curious, what got you into writing Daryl in the first place, or just writing in general? (Ps. You have become one of my favorite fanfic author’s and My soul leaves my body every time I see your tag notification come up on my phone 🥺)

hey tinachristeen!

thank you for so much support! i always laugh when i see your comments and i always look forward to seeing your name in my interactions thing lmaooo

as for the first half of your question, buckle up it’s a long story.

i got into writing through kpop in, like, the seventh grade, but i read fanfic for a while before that (i was too young 😭😭😭) because i used to be a weeb and had THE BIGGEST crush on kakashi hatake from naruto and kisuke urahara(??) from bleach. i kinda wrote one piece of fanfiction in middle school, and then didn’t touch that craft until LITERALLY finally yours which was published in january 2021.

i actually got interested in the walking dead last year because of this fanfic i read about negan, and it was this parents best friend fic i think?? it was so melodramatic that i was like.. oh.. this is.. this is IT i have to stan him. so about like two weeks after i read all i could (it was an in progress fic at that point), i started watching twd and i ended up actually really liking it as an actual tv show separate from the actual readon i watched it in the first place.

i originally voice to texted this huge spiel, but I’m gonna TL;DR it and basically just tell you that i found this author called @onlydarylnormanfic and i ended up reading their whole masterlist. the mountain of media i’d just consumed coupled with the fact i already kinda had a budding attraction to daryl made me the simp i am today, and basically what i’m trying to say is that, without @onlydarylnormanfic, i don’t think i would have even, like, attempted to write anything daryl related, let alone amass so many supporters. like, it’s so weird to think about y’know?

so, yeah, anyways, fast forward i spent several months reading their masterlist, and one day, literally in between, like, linear algebra and superconductivity i just thought to myself ‘you know what? i’m just gonna write some fanfic’ because that sort of thing was kind of an inside joke with my friends.

i’m lowkey embarrassed to admit this, but i wrote finally yours as a joke just to see what it would be like to write erotica, and it wasn’t even supposed to be published because i hadn’t written anything other than that one thing i wrote in middle school. so yeah, i just sort of wrote it for fun, and it ended up being 20k words. i got my friend to read it because i thought she would get a good laugh about it, and she was like ‘you spent so long writing this, why don’t you just post it?’ so i posted it at, like, 1am thinking that maybe 10 people would see it, but the next day i checked my notifications after my classes since i dont have tumblr notifications on, and it ended up having over 100 notes overnight. that was insane to me, and after that, i was like ‘okay, people like this, and i actually had fun writing it, so why not try another?’ and the rest is history, as they say.

i just realize that i’m rambling and y’all probably don’t give a shit, so to give this the TL;DR treatment, basically: i read another daryl author, fell in love with their daryl, wrote finally yours as a joke, but then people ended up liking it and i actually liked writing it so then i wrote more. now here we are lol.

this was so long but i hope i answered your question omg i’m so sorry for rambling

- haru

[weishenbwi]

A Lesson Learned, Ch. 1 “Lost”

Group: NCT Chapters: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Pairing: MarkHyuck (all) / main pairings: JohnHyuck & JaeMark Words: 2072 Tags/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Psychological/Survival Horror.  All chapters will be triggering. Read the tags/warnings on ao3.

Summary: Haechan and Mark should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. (P.S. I'm sorry MarkHyuck babies.) 😭 Inspired by the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

“Oh my my my what a pair of pretty boys we have here.” A man not much older than the others stands up and walks toward Haechan and Mark. You've brought me a beautiful sight, son. I'll have to reward you later." Daddy ruffles Jungwoo's hair and the younger leans into his touch just a little too eagerly earning him a chuckle and dismissal as Daddy crouches down in front of the two boys he so loyally brought him. It's not often they arrive in pairs and so beautifully packaged. Blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, and on both knees. "They are a beautiful sight indeed."

“How can you see their faces? It’s all covered.” Jungwoo questions, earning him a hard slap against the face. “Don’t you question me boy, not if you know what’s good for you.” Jungwoo stands motionless, head down and eyes averted. “Nod when I’m talking to you. Now I know you aren’t brilliant by any stretch of the imagination but you’ll need to do better than that or there won’t be any use for you. Understand?” He nods with his head held down. Daddy doesn't like talking to Jungwoo this way but it serves a training purpose, a breaking down and building back up purpose. Every boy has their own training to endure but for Jungwoo this is one of the ways that seem to work best.

Jungwoo was familiar with the last boy that wasn’t useful and that was something he'd tried to forget - but Daddy and Jaehyun both made sure he'd remember it. "In case you get any funny ideas." Daddy had told him, watchful as Jungwoo held another boy down because one of the straps broke on Jaehyun’s table and the useless boy almost got away before they could "make him worth something other than taking up our oxygen". It was disgusting and bloody and horrible. He hates how skilled Jaehyun is with a knife and how sharp it was that time, how easily it tore through flesh that was once a person. And how Jaehyun didn't seem to have any reaction at all to the screams, the blood, and the mess when Jungwoo did everything he could to hold back the food in his stomach from coming up. 

“Don’t piss off daddy right when you've brought fresh meat,” Johnny calls out, his voice firmer with more of a commanding tone than the one who had taken them. With that Haechan begins to squirm, trying his hardest to get out and away. Mark, however, has a different reaction. He stays calm and still. Or so it appears. Whether he was actually calm would be up for debate later when the night's real entertainment starts and everyone gathers. 

“Whoa! Now hold him, please. This one’s going to fall off the edge of the porch with all that squirming.” Daddy yells and it's a command, earning a swift reaction from Jungwoo who doesn't want to get slapped again. Or worse. He’ll show daddy just how useful he can be later with these two "pretty boys". Even if it turns his stomach, he'll show him. Prove himself.

“How did you find them by the way?” Jaehyun asks, fresh out of the shower, looking soft as ever. Why Daddy never said anything about Jaehyun wearing lotion was beyond Jungwoo. The only time Jungwoo's allowed any type of pampering is when Baby complains that his hands are too rough and he wants a massage and "please Daddy, can I put lotion on Jungwoo?" Or "Can we take a bubble bath together, please." It takes nothing more than a simple pout and Daddy gives his baby, Taeyong, the world. Daddy does truly have his favorites and it's clear that Jungwoo isn't one of them. It keeps him on edge although he wonders if that's why Daddy does it. To see him on the edge, uncertain, a moment's notice from fleeing and stepping in one of their bear traps. Or Daddy shooting him with a gun, his baby Taeyong by his side. Or Johnny chasing him with a chainsaw, the mask of sewed up victims covering his face, each one ready to bring him to the basement kill room that’s stained with dry blood, a gruesome keepsake that’s only ever washed when someone fresh gets pushed down the stairs or carried to the table that’s held one too many screams. But tonight he'd found two helpless boys that Daddy would just love and, to be honest, Jungwoo is willing to take any brownie point he can get. No matter how much his conscience screams at him or how far he has to bury any remnants of morality still left over after all this time.

“You wouldn’t believe they were dumb enough to drive down a deserted road when the fog crept in. I would have turned back", he says hand ruffling Haechan's hair. This might be the most gentle anyone is with him until he’s forced into a bubble bath with Taeyong. And only then is it momentarily gentle. "Nearly lost my own way with all that fog and I know these parts better than anyone.” And it’s true. Jungwoo is the reigning law enforcement of this tiny town and part of his job is biding his time for most of his shift, traveling down dirt roads, saying hello to the elderly neighbors who have lived around these parts for generations, and capturing a victim or two if chance will have it. But when the fog comes it's not something to take lightly. Even he knows that. 

“Well... you didn't the first time. That's how we found you, remember?" Daddy says, laughing and Jungwoo can tell it’s in good humor. "But you did well, son. We not only have entertainment for tonight but possibly dinner as well. Although… they don’t look like they have much on them besides this one’s thighs.” His hand squeezes Haechan’s thighs and he jumps out of instinct. “You have some nice thighs, boy. Thick enough to eat.”

Daddy wasn’t one to hold himself back. When he saw something he liked, he had to have it, and apparently, he really liked Haechan’s thighs. This was evident by daddy rubbing his hands all over Haechan’s thighs, rubbing his face against them, and nibbling away on his jeans. Haechan’s thighs were definitely going in daddy’s room at some point. Jungwoo just hoped he’d be able to spend a little time with him before that.

“Remove the bags soon. I want to see how pretty they are.” The only one besides daddy that has permission to give orders or ask questions without fear of repercussion, especially when daddy was having one of his moments, is Jaehyun. Older folks know him as  The Chef and the younger ones call him The Butcher because he brings the townspeople "prime cuts" and "It's my pleasure. Please do remember to eat well." Everyone is thankful when he does, especially those living off government assistance or those who can't afford to buy meat regularly. For them, there is always Jaehyun. He packages each piece neatly and oftentimes will cook for them, delivering to each one individually or sending out service trucks. He is Daddy's second in command and frightens Jungwoo more than Daddy. 

“And hear them scream,” Daddy says between licks and squeezes against Haechan’s thighs. His pants are all but soaked now, his chest heaving from fear and panic, the sensation of feeling everything but seeing nothing. “I can imagine this beautiful throat screaming, boy. Smooth. Unmarked. You know what I’m going to do to your pretty, little throat later?” The boy with the spit-covered jeans whose hands are still bound, whose vision is covered with a bag Jungwoo keeps in his car for catching stray critters like those cowering on the porch, tries to scoot back and away. Haechan doesn't want to know, doesn’t want to hear it. “Oh? You don’t want to know?” Daddy leans forward, lips kissing and marking; the bag a thin barrier of protection from the violation of unwanted caresses. “I’m going to bruise you later, wrap my hands around your throat as your tears fall to the floor, your hoarse voice begging me to stop. Baby, I’m getting hard just thinking about it and I haven’t even seen your face.”

Jungwoo had witnessed it many times, someone struggling with no hope to succeed because Daddy is stronger than he looks. Daddy took whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He will take all of him even when this small one believes there isn't anything left to give. 

He remembers when Daddy had taken him.

It was on a foggy night too. The fog got so thick in these parts, you couldn’t see much and most people knew not to be on the road. It was part of the success. No one out on the road besides those who don't belong, those who wouldn't be remembered. A long stretch of highway and so many back roads. “Easy targets. You just have to know when to take them.” Daddy had said once, the night he took Jungwoo. He had taken all of them personally. It wasn't until later that he sent out Jungwoo and Johnny - after they were trained. He wasn’t sure when it all began, just knew that Jaehyun was before him. Taeyong before that. And Jungwoo was taken around the same time as Johnny. Some in between that Daddy deemed unfit. He was once close to asking Jaehyun about when it all started, how, and if he knew the reason as they put out the hides to dry but he panicked seeing the skin before him. He didn’t want to become that and he figured Jaehyun knew but didn’t say anything - that it was likely for a reason only he didn’t want to imagine why. Jungwoo wasn’t sure how long Jaehyun had been here either, only that he was one of the firsts, exceptional with a knife, and preferred to work in silence. Sometimes with music. Rarely with screams. Usually opting for duct tape or any number of gags while he worked on whoever was sent down there. Jungwoo didn’t want to be sent down there and he didn’t want to end up drying out in the sun to be used for a lampshade, a gift, a "prime cut", or anything else other than living a long, healthy life. 

And now here are two others.

Pretty boys.

They look delicious, even to him. Their petite frames, slender bodies, and fear. Even the quiet one who seems to have caught the attention of Jaehyun who had walked in front of him to stare and take some pictures; their frames against the pale moonlight and fog. It's impossible to remain calm in a situation like this. An act, he thought, a slight smirk on his face when he thought of what Jaehyun would do to this one later, something that reached just below the morality belt. Jaehyun was particular and sadistic, though not as boisterous as Daddy about it, and Jungwoo wondered what that meant for this one with the quiet softness. He wanted to kiss them too and to touch the thighs of the one Daddy was still in rapture over. Something had changed in him, in all of them. Jungwoo reasoned it was only survival, that he hadn’t been conditioned because most of this still made him sick to his stomach. But then why did his dick harden every time he saw someone bound beneath him, helpless and scared?

What an odd sight, he thought. Daddy nibbling everywhere at this one’s thighs, Jaehyun taking pictures unknowingly of the kitten one. And Jungwoo, a law enforcement officer who should bring people like this to justice, standing to watch them both violate these two innocent boys he found. He didn’t have to look to know Daddy, Jaehyun, and Johnny are as aroused as him. What a weird, fucked up world. These two strangers were happy only an hour ago. If only he hadn’t pulled them over. If only he had let them continue on their way. Jungwoo didn't have a choice any more than they had to slow down in the fog. If he let them go, Daddy would know. He always knew when Jungwoo did something he shouldn't. The upside, he thought, they could survive. They could survive like Jaehyun, Johnny, Taeyong, and Jungwoo. It’s better than the alternative, right?

[weishenbwi]

A Lesson Learned Ch. 1 “Kudoclasm”

Group: BTS (AO3 VERSION)

Chapter: 1 Intro to All (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12)

Words: 3015

CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (CLICK ON AO3 LINK FOR ALL TAGS & TRIGGERS)

Summary: Taehyung and Yoongi should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. 😭  

“You've brought us a beautiful gift, son." Daddy ruffles Hoseok's hair and the younger leans into his touch just a little too eagerly earning him a chuckle and dismissal as Daddy crouches down in front of the two pretty boys at his feet. "It's not often they arrive in pairs and so beautifully packaged." Blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, and on both knees. "Absolutely beautiful. Just look at them."

“Their faces are covered, Dad.” Hoseok titters, earning him a slap to the face as Daddy turns to meet him. “What did you say? Do you think I don't know their faces are covered? Please don't be that dense, son. It's embarrassing." Hoseok braces himself as the distinct scent of alcohol fills the air. "They're beautiful because they're ours. Did you forget the last discussion we had about usefulness? Your purpose here?”

Daddy's mouth is so close to Hoseok, he could kiss him.

He shakes his head no. He couldn't have forgotten, would never forget. Daddy had told Hoseok if he didn't serve a purpose there would be no use for him. He had seen exactly what that meant when he was forced to clean the massacre of his friends after he stripped down to nothing and felt like nothing. When he had to wring the sponge into a bucket of water that filled with the blood and flesh of the ones who never found their purpose. He would be made to properly clean the garden later, but Daddy wanted Hoseok to bathe in the chaos of the slaughter while it was still fresh as a reminder of what not having a purpose means. To prove he wasn't useless.

The pungent metallic smell and the sweat from the fight permeated the night air as Daddy fucked him into the ground. It hurt like it was meant to. His hands and knees scraping in the carnage, each thrust a lecture and a plea. Daddy wanted it to hurt, needed it to be memorable, so he smeared his hands in the dirt and the horror, and stroked Hoseok until he was crying out that he understood, that he was sorry.

When Daddy laid his naked body into the damp soil and kissed him as tenderly as he penetrated, he knew then it was his fault for not listening and for asking the wrong questions. Lesson learned.

Daddy ruffles his hair again too drunk to remember Hoseok is being touch-starved. "Good boy. Hobi, you know I believe in you and I believe you can show me your worth with these two." He motions to the toys Hoseok brought him before turning his attention back to his son, trailing a hand lightly across the front of his pants before grabbing hard and asking, "Do you deserve it?" He knows he does, he always does, so he nods through the tight grip on his pants before Daddy nods too. They both know he deserves this.

The impact comes as expected, sudden and harsh. Daddy swings his hand back, palm open, and slaps Hoseok across the face hard enough to bruise. His length hardens under Daddy's firm hand on his dick and the lingering attention spreading across his cheek. The reaction is natural. He wants to thrust forward, wants to show Daddy just how much he misses him. It had been too long and Hoseok isn't allowed to touch himself. He isn't allowed to have anyone else touch him either. It's always like this when he messes up. Gentle. Instead of harsh punishment because he doesn't learn, he's given the gift of an open-handed kiss.

Everything has its purpose.

In order to become a better version of himself, he must be broken down. It is Daddy who will build him back up. Every boy has their own training to endure and has either succeeded or failed. Seokjin hyung and Jungkook seem like masters to Hoseok, learning quickly and executing every necessity with skill. But Hoseok has been a slow learner that fights back against his natural inclinations and doubts himself into punishments. 

The bane of gentleness in that bright smile. Excessive self-sacrifice. Hesitation. Reluctance. Daddy says he has many flaws but Hoseok can attest to Daddy’s patience with him. He has been far less patient with others.

As he looks at the two boys bound on the floor, he wonders if they will succeed. There have been so few who did. Hoseok was familiar with the last boy who didn't find his purpose, who fought one time too many against what should come naturally in the eyes of Daddy. It's something he tries not to think about, something he tried to forget. But Daddy and Seokjin hyung both made sure he never could. 

"In order for you to remember." "For your success."

Daddy and Seokjin hyung had told him, watchful as Hoseok held another boy down because one of the straps broke on Seokjin’s table and the boy almost got away before they could "give him a purpose other than taking up our oxygen". Neither seemed to have any reaction at all to the screams, the blood, and the cruelty when Hoseok did everything he could to hold back the food in his stomach. It was gruesome and horrible. His blood flowed until it couldn't anymore until the person he knew no longer existed and the body itself was a timebomb of decay. But it was the crying for his family when Seokjin cut into him that still gives Hoseok nightmares.

They had grown close, had shared their thoughts, and opened up about their pasts when Daddy would let them outside to sit under the shade. Shock collars and chains a deterrent to freedom. He was an only child, like Hoseok, but his family had left first many years ago. Wet roads and careless drivers. He was 10. It's when all the parents had come and picked up the other kids from school that a teacher could spot the small boy under a tree. He had fallen asleep reading a book and she didn't know how to tell him. She woke him gently and held his hand when he offered it. She reminded him of his mother with dark curly hair and peach freckles that climbed to her cheekbones. They stayed there reading aloud The Little Prince until the cops came and gathered him. He never saw her again. One of the last things the boy said to him was "At least no one will miss me."

Hoseok never understood why he cried for his family when he didn't have any. Maybe he cried because he didn't have any. Maybe at least meant if only. 

He hopes neither of these two boys will ever have to cry for theirs. 

Jungkook's voice brings him back to the present. “Don’t upset daddy right when you've brought fresh meat,” his voice firmer with more of a commanding tone than the one who had taken them. With that Taehyung begins to squirm, trying his hardest to get out of his restraints and away from the madness. The desperation to flee ignoring the impossibility of it. Yoongi, however, stays calm and still. At least in appearance. Whether he's actually calm will be tested to the fullest when the entertainment starts and everyone gathers. 

“Hold him, please! He'll fall off the edge of the porch with all that squirming!” Daddy yells and it's a command. It earns a swift reaction from Hoseok who doesn't want to disappoint again. Later, he’ll show Daddy just how useful he can be with these two "pretty boys" even if it turns his stomach. He'll prove himself. He has to. It's better than that table and Seokjin. That evening had taught him how natural Seokjin is with a knife, how easily it can tear through the flesh of a person until there is only red. Until there is only nothing. It taught him that Seokjin could gut him in the kitchen and Daddy might only comment about the mess. 

“How did you find them by the way?” Seokjin asks, fresh out of the shower. He looks soft as ever and Hoseok wonders why Daddy never said anything about Seokjin wearing lotion. The only time Hoseok's allowed any type of pampering is when Baby complains that his hands are too rough and he wants a massage and "please Daddy, can I put lotion on Hoseok?" Or "Can we take a bubble bath together, pleeeaase." It takes nothing more than a simple pout and Daddy gives his baby, Jimin, the world.

Daddy does truly have his favorites and it's clear that Hoseok isn't one of them. It keeps him on edge although he wonders if that's why Daddy does it. To see him on the edge, uncertain, a moment's notice from fleeing and stepping in one of their bear traps. Or Daddy aiming a crossbow, his baby Jimin by his side. Shooting to maim until something else takes him. Someone like Jungkook with his chainsaw, an ax, machete, or whatever he feels like playing with at the time. The mask of sewed-up victims covering his face for aesthetic or because Jungkook enjoys doing things or because he can. Each one leading him to the basement kill room that’s stained with dried blood and the deceased, a gruesome keepsake that’s washed every time someone fresh gets pushed down the stairs or carried to the table that’s held one too many screams.

But tonight he'd found two helpless boys that Daddy will love and he will do whatever is asked of him no matter how much his conscience screams at him or how far he has to bury any remnants of morality still left over after all this time.

“You wouldn’t believe they were dense enough to drive down a deserted road when the fog crept in. I would have turned back", he says, hand ruffling Taehyung's hair. "Nearly lost my way with all that fog and I know the roads better than anyone.” And it’s true. Hoseok is the reigning law enforcement of this tiny town and part of his job is biding his time for most of his shift, traveling down dirt roads, saying hello to the elderly neighbors who have lived around these parts for generations, and capturing a victim or two if chance will have it. But when the fog comes it's not something to take lightly. 

“Well... you didn't the first time. That's how we found you, remember?" Daddy says, laughing and Hoseok can tell it’s in good humor. "But you did well, son. We not only have entertainment for tonight but possibly dinner as well. Although… they don’t look like they have much on them besides this one’s thighs.” His hand squeezes Taehyung’s thighs and he jumps out of instinct. “You have some nice thighs, boy. Thick enough to eat.”

Daddy wasn’t one to hold himself back. When he saw something he liked, he had to have it. And apparently, he really liked Taehyung’s thighs. This was evident by Daddy rubbing his hands and face against them, nibbling away on his jeans. Taehyung’s thighs were definitely going in Daddy’s room at some point. Hoseok just hoped it wouldn't be permanent like that one taxidermy present last birthday. The boy didn't work out but Daddy had loved everything else about him so Seokjin made sure he could keep him forever.

“Remove the bags soon. I want to see how pretty they are.” The only one besides Daddy that has permission to give orders or ask questions without fear of repercussion, especially when Daddy’s having one of his moments, is Seokjin. Older folks know him as  The Chef because he brings the townspeople "prime cuts" but the younger ones call him  The Butcher.

Seokjin’s reputation precedes him. He’s generous without being wasteful, using every part of the animals he hunts. Everyone is thankful when he does, especially those living off government assistance or those who can't afford to buy meat regularly. For them, there is always The Chef. He packages each piece neatly and oftentimes will cook for them, delivering to each one individually or sending out service trucks. And he is always polite. "It's my pleasure. Please do remember to eat well." No one would ever suspect him to hunt or cook anything other than wild game. He is Daddy's second in command and frightens Hoseok more than anyone he’s ever met. 

Hoseok’s thoughts do not betray his face as Seokjin steps beside Jungkook eyeing the prizes that have been captured. They stand together wordlessly as Daddy continues his ministrations.

“I know you scream so pretty, little one,” Daddy growls between licks and squeezes against Taehyung’s thighs. His pants are all but soaked now, his chest heaving from fear and panic, the sensation of feeling everything but seeing nothing. “I can imagine this beautiful throat screaming. So Smooth. Unmarked. You know what we’re going to do to your pretty, little throat later?” The boy with the spit-covered jeans whose hands are still bound, whose vision is covered with a bag Hoseok keeps in his car for catching stray critters like those cowering on the porch, tries to scoot back and away. Taehyung doesn't want to know, doesn’t want to hear it. “Oh? You don’t want to know?” Daddy leans forward, lips kissing and marking; the bag a thin barrier of protection from the violation of unwanted caresses. “I’m going to bruise you later, wrap my hands around your throat as your tears fall to the floor, your hoarse voice begging me to stop." He's drunk tonight, had one too many shots of Soju with Seokjin hyung and Jimin whose tolerance is higher. "Baby boy, I’m getting hard just thinking about it and I haven’t even seen your face.”

Hoseok has witnessed it many times, someone struggling with no hope to succeed because Daddy is stronger than he looks even when he's drunk - one reason Jimin suggests a single round of shots that quickly turn into however many rounds he wants. Jimin likes when Daddy hurts him and he hurts him more whenever he's drunk. He takes Hoseok like that when he’s not being touch-starved. Daddy takes whatever he wants whenever he wants. He will take all of him even when this whimpering one believes there isn't anything left to give. 

He remembers when Daddy had taken him. It was on a foggy night like this one. The fog gets so thick in these parts that edges of the roads blur into the forest until all visibility is smothered. Most people know not to be on the road. It's part of the success. No one out on the road besides those who don't belong. A long stretch of highway and so many back roads. “Easy targets. You just have to know when to take them.” Daddy had said once, the night he took Hoseok. He had taken all of them personally. It wasn't until later that he sent out Hoseok and Jungkook, proving they were well trained and could be successful on these missions. Later, when Hoseok applied for his position in law enforcement, it was settled.

He wasn’t sure when it all began, just that Seokjin was before him. Jimin before that. And Hoseok was taken around the same time as Jungkook. Some in between that Daddy deemed unfit. He was once close to asking Seokjin about when and how it all started or if he knew the reason as they put out the hides to dry, but he panicked at the sight before him. He didn’t want to become  that and he figured Seokjin knew but didn’t say anything, that it was likely for a reason only he didn’t want to imagine why. Hoseok wasn’t sure how long Seokjin had been here either, only that he was one of the firsts, exceptional with a knife, and prefers to work in silence. Sometimes with music. Rarely with screams unless Daddy or Jimin joins him. Usually opting for duct tape or any number of gags while he worked. Hoseok didn’t want to be sent down there and he didn’t want to end up drying out in the sun to be used for a lampshade, a gift, a "prime cut", or anything else other than living a long, healthy life. 

And now here are two others.

Pretty boys.

They look delicious even to him. Their petite frames, slender bodies, and distress. The quiet one seems to have caught the attention of Seokjin who walks in front of him to stare and take pictures; their frames against the pale moonlight and fog. It's impossible to remain calm in a situation like this. An act, he thought. A slight smirk on his face when he thought of what will happen to this one later- something that reaches just below the morality belt. Seokjin was particular and sadistic, though not as boisterous as Daddy, and Hoseok wondered what that meant for this one. Something had changed in him, in all of them. Hoseok reasoned it was only survival, that he hadn’t been conditioned because most of this still made him sick to his stomach. But then why did his dick harden every time he saw someone bound beneath him, helpless and scared?

What an odd sight, he thought. Daddy nibbling everywhere at this one’s thighs, Seokjin taking pictures unknowingly of the quiet one, and Hoseok, a law enforcement officer who should bring people like this to justice, standing to watch them violate these two innocent boys he found. 

He didn’t have to look to know Daddy, Seokjin, and Jungkook are just as aroused. It’s a weird, fucked up world. The two boys who were happy an hour ago... If only he hadn’t pulled them over. If only he had let them continue on their way. But Hoseok didn't have a choice any more than they had to slow down in the fog. If he let them go, Daddy would know. He always knew when Hoseok did something he shouldn't. The upside, he thought, they could survive. They could survive like Seokjin, Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok. It's their only choice.

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A Lesson Learned Ch. 2 “δαιμόνια“

Group: BTS (AO3 Version) Pairing: TaeGi (all) Chapters: Ch 2 Yoongi/Taehyung (1, 2, 3, 4  5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12) Words: 1816 CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (CLICK ON AO3 LINK FOR ALL TAGS & TRIGGERS)

Summary: Taehyung and Yoongi should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. (P.S. I’m sorry Taegi babies.) 😭 Inspired by the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and watching too many horror movies last October. 😱💀

Hoseok watched as Daddy continued his assault on the skinny boy with the beautiful neck and cute puppy whimpers, still bound with his hands tied and eyes blindfolded. Daddy looked like he wanted to eat this one. Hoseok hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

“Baby, you whimper so pretty. Just as pretty as you are underneath all of this.” Daddy still hadn’t seen Taehyung or Yoongi’s faces but it’s something he could tell by the smell of them. They smelled terrified and that was enough. “So slender. Full and delicate. I’m going to have so much fun with you later baby boy.” Daddy touched Taehyung’s neck, giving it a brief squeeze, holding for a few seconds so Taehyung’s breath would become erratic and his panic would set in. Daddy’s favorite part was always the fear. Fear and lust. Most of the ones they caught were purposed for entertainment, “to have a good time” Daddy would say. But some ended up for dinner - if they failed at entertaining their hosts.

Daddy really doesn’t like boring guests.

“You’ll like our game sweet boys… won’t you?” He paused, waiting for an answer they didn’t know to give. “I said… “ Daddy grabbed Taehyung’s face. Hard. “I said… you’ll like our game, won’t you boys?” Taehyung cried out but shook his head. He was determined to make this easier on himself no matter how terrifying the situation was. Maybe he could make it out alive if he just cooperated. “This one will be a good boy.” Daddy states looking back at Hoseok and Jungkook who stood there waiting for a command, dicks still semi-hard in their pants. “Let’s hope he’s as good a boy as you two were.” Proud at the sight of their hard-ons.

“But this one….” Daddy looked at the quiet one. The one with the kitten face. He stayed still, almost like a mannequin. Or more like he was thinking how best to get out of there. Could he tell that Seokjin and Daddy were watching him, daring him to make a move? The other boys watched as well, hoping he wouldn’t. He was too pretty to put down so early. “I expect an answer from both of you. That means you too baby boy. You don’t want me to hurt you so soon, do you?” He smirked before diving in and deeply giving Yoongi a kiss through the cloth binding his senses. He was hungry for both of them.

This woke Yoongi up. He shook his head just as fervently as Taehyung had done moments ago. “Please don’t hurt me. Please… please don’t hurt either of us. We-we haven’t even seen your faces. We could just… You could just let us go. Drive us back and we’ll never mention it to anyone. We promise. Right, Tae-” He stopped himself. Yoongi was panicked for sure. Who wouldn’t be? But he wasn’t about to tell these vile excuses for humans either of their names.

“Tae-… You mean…” Daddy paused, pulling out Taehyung and Yoongi’s Identification cards and turning them over in his hands, waiting to let the anticipation build. He sometimes had a flare for the dramatic. “Kim Taehyung and… let’s see here.. Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi exhaled and Seokjin could read it. Disappointment. In himself. In the situation. Of course, these freaks had their identification cards. Yoongi was hoping the person that took Taehyung and Yoongi had left them behind. He’d felt suspicious towards the “Inspector” but what could he do, speed off, and get pulled over anyway? He had told Taehyung to store their cards under the seat, out of direct eyesight, and Taehyung had questioned but did it anyway. Implicit trust in each other. That’s what kept them alive all these years, even in their teen years when they were ready to jump off a bridge at a dare. They actually did it once, a lake below them, and a highway behind them. Well, Taehyung was ready to just do it, whatever it was, and Yoongi was right there with him. Together. Always.

These “people” must have looked hard and found them anyway. This means they have practice. Yoongi and Taehyung are NOT the first ones to come through here - and that makes his throat tighten and stomach turn. Yoongi had seen movies like this and they never let their victims go. This won’t end well.  He knew that like he knew they should have pulled over when the fog rolled in. He didn’t listen to his better judgment then but he would now. He wasn’t one to brag unnecessarily but these backwoods pieces of filth were in no way smarter than him. The movies didn’t normally end well, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

“Well boys, I’m pleased to meet you. My name’s Namjoon. You will call me Daddy unless I tell you otherwise. Jungkook. Seokjin. Let’s get these boys inside.”

Taehyung and Yoongi felt themselves being hoisted above the shoulders of two people who were definitely bigger than them like they were lifting feathers and not two males in their 20s. Taehyung wanted to struggle but he knew it was pointless. If anything “Daddy” would discipline and he definitely didn’t want that.

“Now, let me explain how this will work” Daddy began as Jungkook and Hoseok sat down the two smaller ones on a couch, still bound and blindfolded. “Take those blindfolds off now boys. Let’s see their pretty faces they’ve been hiding.”

We’ve been hiding? You sick fuck, YOU’RE the one who kidnapped us! Yoongi wanted to yell it from the top of his lungs but he knew that wasn’t smart. This situation and these ignorant people were already pushing his limits though and he was hoping he could maintain his composure. Taehyung must have felt it because he moved a strong hand toward Yoongi and wrapped their fingers closely, giving Yoongi a small but comforting grip to let his best friend know he understood but to keep his calm. It wasn’t that Yoongi was violent by any means. He wasn’t. If anything he was a pacifist. It’s just that he has a quick tongue that can sometimes get the best of him and which he truly should not use now under any circumstances.  

And Taehyung knew this. He’d been friends with Yoongi since he was teetering around their parents’ house. Yoongi’s mom having been Taehyung’s mom’s best friend since college. Sometimes these types of friendships don’t work out and it’s just the parents who are close. This wasn’t the case for them. Taehyung and Yoongi were different. They got on well from the beginning, even before his first words and their bond only grew since then. It wasn’t that Taehyung could feel Yoongi getting upset. It’s that he knew Yoongi so well. He knew his likes and dislikes, and Yoongi knew his. He knew the ins and outs of Yoongi’s mind that when this “Daddy” stepped over the line one too many times, Taehyung knew. He knew Yoongi needed him and he knew exactly what the older one needed. So he gave it to him. Freely.

“Awww look at the babies, how sweet they are together. Comforting each other like it matters.” Daddy snickered, clearly amused by the two small boys beneath him. He didn’t mind if they touched each other. He preferred it. They would, after all, be touching each other in many different ways tonight. “Go ahead. You can hold onto each other… for as long as you can.” He laughed hard at that. He seems to amuse himself a lot, Yoongi thinks, wondering if he can find a way to take advantage of that later. He scoots closer to Taehyung, not letting their hands part, and lays his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. Neither boys are sure how long they’ll be able to stay like this. For now, it’s enough.

“Innocent puppy and kitten.” Namjoon smiles. He can’t wait to see them wrecked, in tears. They’ll cry, beg, and moan before the night’s over. They all do.

“This gives me an idea. You see, I have two boys of my own that are close. One of them made puppy noises when I first got him. Jungkook come here. And the other was a bit like our kitten there. Seokjin. And Hoseok… well baby, you like watching right? You don’t like to get your hands or your conscience dirty?” He didn’t let Hoseok answer. Daddy rarely let Hoseok answer. When they get toys and Daddy does this it means later Hoseok will be Daddy’s toy. Daddy used to say that he likes to marinate his meat. Working Hoseok up, not letting him have fun when he’s the one who got the boys, who discovered their IDs, and who brought them back, is doing exactly that. Letting Hoseok marinate in frustration so Daddy can work it out of him later.

“Jungkook. Seokjin. I want you two to have fun with our little puppy and kitten here. You can bruise them, make them cry, gag them, and penetrate them with whatever you want. You understand?” They nod. Seokjin has been waiting to get his hands on that little kitten, the one whose anger was building before puppy boy calmed him down. He’ll bring it out of him, make him do something he’ll regret. “No scarring, which means no bleeding.” He looks at Seokjin… “And they have to stay conscious. Understood?” The boys nod again as Taehyung and Yoongi squeeze each other tighter.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung whispers to Yoongi, regret deep in his voice. “I shouldn’t have pressed to keep going. I just… I didn’t want to lose hours because of that fog. We were supposed to make memories…” Yoongi can feel Taehyung’s shoulders slump, guilt, and self-appointed blame taking over. It’s not his fault. He has to know that. But before Yoongi can respond, a figure clouds the light and takes rest at Taehyung’s knees. “It’s okay Puppy.” He grabs Taehyung’s chin, caressing it softly in rough hands. “Don’t worry, okay?“ The voice sounded sincere but something felt off. Taehyung couldn’t place it but Yoongi could. He wanted to feel comforted, to believe that one of these men isn’t some deranged sicko bent on hurting Yoongi and him.

Yoongi knew better, could sense what was coming.

"My name’s Jungkook and I’ll help you make memories tonight.”

“You will?” Taehyung asks, looking up, eyes still blindfolded but an air of innocence pervading him.

“Yes sweetheart. I’ll help you make soo many memories tonight you will wish you could forget them.” Jungkook’s grip tightens on Taehyung’s face as his hand slides down towards his waist and onto his bulge, the smaller now feeling a sense of panic set in as Daddy laughs in the back and Yoongi balls his fist into a knuckle; a sight not unseen by Seokjin.

“No, don’t cry sweetheart. We won’t kill you. We’ll keep you.”

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A Lesson Learned Ch. 1 “Kudoclasm”

Group: EXO (AO3 VERSION)

Chapter 1: Kudoclasm (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)

Words: 3012

CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (CLICK ON AO3 LINK FOR ALL TAGS & TRIGGERS)

Summary: Baekhyun and Jongdae should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. 😭  

“You've brought us a beautiful gift, son." Daddy ruffles Kai's hair and the younger leans into his touch just a little too eagerly earning him a chuckle and dismissal as Daddy crouches down in front of the two pretty boys at his feet. "It's not often they arrive in pairs and so beautifully packaged." Blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, and on both knees. "Absolutely beautiful. Just look at them."

“Their faces are covered, Dad.” Kai titters, earning him a slap to the face as Daddy turns to meet him. “What did you say? Do you think I don't know their faces are covered? Please don't be that dense, son. It's embarrassing." Kai braces himself as the distinct scent of alcohol fills the air. "They're beautiful because they're ours. Did you forget the last discussion we had about usefulness? Your purpose here?”

Daddy's mouth is so close to Kai, he could kiss him.

He shakes his head no. He couldn't have forgotten, would never forget. Daddy had told Kai if he didn't serve a purpose there would be no use for him. He had seen exactly what that meant when he was forced to clean the massacre of his friends after he stripped down to nothing and felt like nothing. When he had to wring the sponge into a bucket of water that filled with the blood and flesh of the ones who never found their purpose. He would be made to properly clean the garden later, but Daddy wanted Kai to bathe in the chaos of the slaughter while it was still fresh as a reminder of what not having a purpose means. To prove he wasn't useless.

The pungent metallic smell and the sweat from the fight permeated the night air as Daddy fucked him into the ground. It hurt like it was meant to. His hands and knees scraping in the carnage, each thrust a lecture and a plea. Daddy wanted it to hurt, needed it to be memorable, so he smeared his hands in the dirt and the horror, and stroked Kai until he was crying out that he understood, that he was sorry.

When Daddy laid his naked body into the damp soil and kissed him as tenderly as he penetrated, he knew then it was his fault for not listening and for asking the wrong questions. Lesson learned.

Daddy ruffles his hair again too drunk to remember Kai is being touch-starved. "Good boy. Nini, you know I believe in you and I believe you can show me your worth with these two." He motions to the toys Kai brought him before turning his attention back to his son, trailing a hand lightly across the front of his pants before grabbing hard and asking, "Do you deserve it?" He knows he does, he always does, so he nods through the tight grip on his pants before Daddy nods too. They both know he deserves this.

The impact comes as expected, sudden and harsh. Daddy swings his hand back, palm open, and slaps Kai across the face hard enough to bruise. His length hardens under Daddy's firm hand on his dick and the lingering attention spreading across his cheek. The reaction is natural. He wants to thrust forward, wants to show Daddy just how much he misses him. It had been too long and Kai isn't allowed to touch himself. He isn't allowed to have anyone else touch him either. It's always like this when he messes up. Gentle. Instead of harsh punishment because he doesn't learn, he's given the gift of an open-handed kiss.

Everything has its purpose.

In order to become a better version of himself, he must be broken down. It is Daddy who will build him back up. Every boy has their own training to endure and has either succeeded or failed. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol seem like masters to Kai, learning quickly and executing every necessity with skill. But Kai has been a slow learner that fights back against his natural inclinations and doubts himself into punishments.

The bane of gentleness in that bright smile. Excessive self-sacrifice. Hesitation. Reluctance. Daddy says he has many flaws but Kai can attest to Daddy’s patience with him. He has been far less patient with others.

As he looks at the two boys bound on the floor, he wonders if they will succeed. There have been so few who did. Kai was familiar with the last boy who didn't find his purpose, who fought one time too many against what should come naturally in the eyes of Daddy. It's something he tries not to think about, something he tried to forget. But Daddy and Kyungsoo both made sure he never could.

"In order for you to remember." "For your success."

Daddy and Kyungsoo had told him, watchful as Kai held another boy down because one of the straps broke on Kyungsoo’s table and the boy almost got away before they could "give him a purpose other than taking up our oxygen". Neither seemed to have any reaction at all to the screams, the blood, and the cruelty when Kai did everything he could to hold back the food in his stomach. It was gruesome and horrible. His blood flowed until it couldn't anymore until the person he knew no longer existed and the body itself was a timebomb of decay. But it was the crying for his family when Kyungsoo cut into him that still gives Kai nightmares.

They had grown close, had shared their thoughts, and opened up about their pasts when Daddy would let them outside to sit under the shade. Shock collars and chains a deterrent to freedom. He was an only child, like Kai, but his family had left first many years ago. Wet roads and careless drivers. He was 10. It's when all the parents had come and picked up the other kids from school that a teacher could spot the small boy under a tree. He had fallen asleep reading a book and she didn't know how to tell him. She woke him gently and held his hand when he offered it. She reminded him of his mother with dark curly hair and peach freckles that climbed to her cheekbones. They stayed there reading aloud The Little Prince until the cops came and gathered him. He never saw her again. One of the last things the boy said to him was "At least no one will miss me."

Kai never understood why he cried for his family when he didn't have any. Maybe he cried because he didn't have any. Maybe at least meant if only.

He hopes neither of these two boys will ever have to cry for theirs.

Chanyeol's voice brings him back to the present. “Don’t upset daddy right when you've brought fresh meat,” his voice firmer with more of a commanding tone than the one who had taken them. With that Baekhyun begins to squirm, trying his hardest to get out of his restraints and away from the madness. The desperation to flee ignoring the impossibility of it. Jongdae, however, stays calm and still. At least in appearance. Whether he's actually calm will be tested to the fullest when the entertainment starts and everyone gathers.

“Hold him, please! He'll fall off the edge of the porch with all that squirming!” Daddy yells and it's a command. It earns a swift reaction from Kai who doesn't want to disappoint again. Later, he’ll show Daddy just how useful he can be with these two "pretty boys" even if it turns his stomach. He'll prove himself. He has to. It's better than that table and Kyungsoo. That evening had taught him how natural Kyungsoo is with a knife, how easily it can tear through the flesh of a person until there is only red. Until there is only nothing. It taught him that Kyungsoo could gut him in the kitchen and Daddy might only comment about the mess.

“How did you find them by the way?” Kyungsoo asks, fresh out of the shower. He looks soft as ever and Kai wonders why Daddy never said anything about Kyungsoo wearing lotion. The only time Kai's allowed any type of pampering is when Baby complains that his hands are too rough and he wants a massage and "please Daddy, can I put lotion on Kai?" Or "Can we take a bubble bath together, pleeeaase." It takes nothing more than a simple pout and Daddy gives his baby, Sehun, the world.

Daddy does truly have his favorites and it's clear that Kai isn't one of them. It keeps him on edge although he wonders if that's why Daddy does it. To see him on the edge, uncertain, a moment's notice from fleeing and stepping in one of their bear traps. Or Daddy aiming a crossbow, his baby Sehun by his side. Shooting to maim until something else takes him. Someone like Chanyeol with his chainsaw, an ax, machete, or whatever he feels like playing with at the time. The mask of sewed-up victims covering his face for aesthetic or because Chanyeol enjoys doing things or because he can. Each one leading him to the basement kill room that’s stained with dried blood and the deceased, a gruesome keepsake that’s washed every time someone fresh gets pushed down the stairs or carried to the table that’s held one too many screams.

But tonight he'd found two helpless boys that Daddy will love and he will do whatever is asked of him no matter how much his conscience screams at him or how far he has to bury any remnants of morality still left over after all this time.

“You wouldn’t believe they were dense enough to drive down a deserted road when the fog crept in. I would have turned back", he says, hand ruffling Baekhyun's hair. "Nearly lost my way with all that fog and I know the roads better than anyone.” And it’s true. Kai is the reigning law enforcement of this tiny town and part of his job is biding his time for most of his shift, traveling down dirt roads, saying hello to the elderly neighbors who have lived around these parts for generations, and capturing a victim or two if chance will have it. But when the fog comes it's not something to take lightly.

“Well... you didn't the first time. That's how we found you, remember?" Daddy says, laughing and Kai can tell it’s in good humor. "But you did well, son. We not only have entertainment for tonight but possibly dinner as well. Although… they don’t look like they have much on them besides this one’s thighs.” His hand squeezes Baekhyun’s thighs and he jumps out of instinct. “You have some nice thighs, boy. Thick enough to eat.”

Daddy wasn’t one to hold himself back. When he saw something he liked, he had to have it. And apparently, he really liked Baekhyun’s thighs. This was evident by Daddy rubbing his hands and face against them, nibbling away on his jeans. Baekhyun’s thighs were definitely going in Daddy’s room at some point. Kai just hoped it wouldn't be permanent like that one taxidermy present last birthday. The boy didn't work out but Daddy had loved everything else about him so Kyungsoo made sure he could keep him forever.

“Remove the bags soon. I want to see how pretty they are.” The only one besides Daddy that has permission to give orders or ask questions without fear of repercussion, especially when Daddy’s having one of his moments, is Kyungsoo. Older folks know him as The Chef because he brings the townspeople "prime cuts" but the younger ones call him The Butcher.

Kyungsoo’s reputation precedes him. He’s generous without being wasteful, using every part of the animals he hunts. Everyone is thankful when he does, especially those living off government assistance or those who can't afford to buy meat regularly. For them, there is always The Chef. He packages each piece neatly and oftentimes will cook for them, delivering to each one individually or sending out service trucks. And he is always polite. "It's my pleasure. Please do remember to eat well." No one would ever suspect him to hunt or cook anything other than wild game. He is Daddy's second in command and frightens Kai more than anyone he’s ever met.

Kai’s thoughts do not betray his face as Kyungsoo steps beside Chanyeol eyeing the prizes that have been captured. They stand together wordlessly as Daddy continues his ministrations.

“I know you scream so pretty, little one,” Daddy growls between licks and squeezes against Baekhyun’s thighs. His pants are all but soaked now, his chest heaving from fear and panic, the sensation of feeling everything but seeing nothing. “I can imagine this beautiful throat screaming. So Smooth. Unmarked. You know what we’re going to do to your pretty, little throat later?” The boy with the spit-covered jeans whose hands are still bound, whose vision is covered with a bag Kai keeps in his car for catching stray critters like those cowering on the porch, tries to scoot back and away. Baekhyun doesn't want to know, doesn’t want to hear it. “Oh? You don’t want to know?” Daddy leans forward, lips kissing and marking; the bag a thin barrier of protection from the violation of unwanted caresses. “I’m going to bruise you later, wrap my hands around your throat as your tears fall to the floor, your hoarse voice begging me to stop." He's drunk tonight, had one too many shots of Soju with Kyungsoo and Sehun whose tolerance is higher. "Baby boy, I’m getting hard just thinking about it and I haven’t even seen your face.”

Kai has witnessed it many times, someone struggling with no hope to succeed because Daddy is stronger than he looks even when he's drunk - one reason Sehun suggests a single round of shots that quickly turn into however many rounds he wants. Sehun likes when Daddy hurts him and he hurts him more whenever he's drunk. He takes Kai like that when he’s not being touch-starved. Daddy takes whatever he wants whenever he wants. He will take all of him even when this whimpering one believes there isn't anything left to give.

He remembers when Daddy had taken him. It was on a foggy night like this one. The fog gets so thick in these parts that edges of the roads blur into the forest until all visibility is smothered. Most people know not to be on the road. It's part of the success. No one out on the road besides those who don't belong. A long stretch of highway and so many back roads. “Easy targets. You just have to know when to take them.” Daddy had said once, the night he took Kai. He had taken all of them personally. It wasn't until later that he sent out Kai and Chanyeol, proving they were well trained and could be successful on these missions. Later, when Kai applied for his position in law enforcement, it was settled.

He wasn’t sure when it all began. He knows Kyungsoo was before him and figures Sehun was before that. Kai was taken around the same time as Chanyeol and there were some in-between that Daddy deemed unfit. Kai was once close to asking Kyungsoo about when and how it all started or if he knew the reason as they put out the hides to dry, but he panicked at the sight before him. He didn’t want to become that and he figured Kyungsoo knew but didn’t say anything, that it was likely for a reason only he didn’t want to imagine why. Kai wasn’t sure how long Kyungsoo had been here either, only that he was one of the firsts, exceptional with a knife, and prefers to work in silence. Sometimes with music. Rarely with screams unless Daddy or Sehun joins him. Usually opting for duct tape or any number of gags while he worked. Kai didn’t want to be sent down there and he didn’t want to end up drying out in the sun to be used for a lampshade, a gift, a "prime cut", or anything else other than living a long, healthy life.

And now here are two others.

Pretty boys.

They look delicious even to him. Their petite frames, slender bodies, and distress. The quiet one seems to have caught the attention of Kyungsoo who walks in front of him to stare and take pictures; their frames against the pale moonlight and fog. It's impossible to remain calm in a situation like this. An act, he thought. A slight smirk on his face when he thought of what will happen to this one later- something that reaches just below the morality belt. Kyungsoo was particular and sadistic, though not as boisterous as Daddy, and Kai wondered what that meant for this one. Something had changed in him, in all of them. Kai reasoned it was only survival, that he hadn’t been conditioned because most of this still made him sick to his stomach. But then why did his dick harden every time he saw someone bound beneath him, helpless and scared?

What an odd sight, he thought. Daddy nibbling everywhere at this one’s thighs, Kyungsoo taking pictures unknowingly of the quiet one, and Kai, a law enforcement officer who should bring people like this to justice, standing to watch them violate these two innocent boys he found.

He didn’t have to look to know Daddy, Kyungsoo, and Chanyeol are just as aroused. It’s a weird, fucked up world. The two boys who were happy an hour ago... If only he hadn’t pulled them over. If only he had let them continue on their way. But Kai didn't have a choice any more than they had to slow down in the fog. If he let them go, Daddy would know. He always knew when Kai did something he shouldn't. The upside, he thought, they could survive. They could survive like Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Sehun, and Kai.