#virtual reality fic

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“And the chance is gone, the chance that Kokichi never realized was his only one. He could've been helpful. He could've done something. He cries about it, the inevitability and his powerlessness in the face of it, and his own actions which set him so far back he has no hope of ever catching up. He hopes Shuichi would forgive him, if he ever found out. He hopes Shuichi never, ever finds out.”

~ BeachyPeachy, “Barely a Planet, Barely Pluto”

In this gloomy postgame VR AU, a lonely Kokichi navigates his new life as a famous, filthy-rich, and incredibly traumatized Danganronpa star. An invitation from Team Danganronpa brings with it another chance for Kokichi to meet with his estranged classmates, but there’s a sinister mystery lurking in the shadows…. BeachyPeachy’s attention to detail with this fic is amazing. Not only is the worldbuilding well-structured and unique, but the prose is wonderfully poetic and the choices that the characters make leading up to and during the story feel realistic to their situations and personalities. Somehow, there’s even room for full-on character analyses that fit seamlessly into the story. Interactions between Shuichi and Kokichi happen later on in the story, and as the fic is unfinished at the time of this writing, the slow-burn hasn’t evolved into full-on mutual pining, but it’d be a shame to miss out on such a beautiful piece just because of that. Make sure to leave an appreciative comment, and hopefully we’ll see more of this someday.

Rated M 38,845 words, 8/? chapters (incomplete) Last updated 5 September 2022 ~ Mod Ice

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the ending is brilliant thank you very much

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Hi giys

Vvr2 au inner workings fic

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Healing Hands: Ch 14

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 14: Oh Maribug, what are we going to do with you?

Sleeping by Jason’s side was the best sleep Marinette had gotten all game. No nightmares, no waking up scared for herself or her friends. Well, she did wake up a blushing, nervous mess once she realized where she was, that is until Jason rolled over. She’d had to stifle her giggles at his incredibly adorable bedhead so as to not wake him. Then the morning light streaming in through the skylight made her actually feel... relaxed for once. There was something about that little cabin that helped her forget her persistent urge to beat the game. It pushed down the feeling of guilt for taking time for herself. It was hard to leave in the morning, and not just because the cozy pile of blankets appealed to her bug-like sensibilities.

The next week had her lying awake at night in her own bed, missing his warmth and the stories they shared. And the lack of nightmares. Luka had stopped joining her for late-night tea, but her subconscious hadn’t yet moved on. It didn’t take long for her to message Jason about tackling the next level. She’d need to buy some new gear for it though, there was no way she was going to be caught unprepared like last time.

But first she had to navigate the den of wolves that was her friends.

“Where are you going, Marinette,” Kagami asked sharply. The girl in question paused before the door, her hand raised to open it. She reminded herself that they were very caring wolves. But wolves nonetheless.

“They just beat level 67, I need new gear if I’m going to help clear out the next one in a few days,” she spoke without turning to look her friends in the eye.

Chloe and Adrien exchanged a worried glance. “Then give us a few minutes to get our stuff together, we’ll go with you,” Adrien caught Marinette’s arm gently and gave her a pleading look.

She didn’t quite look at his face as she forced a smile and replied, “No, you should all rest. It’s not a big deal, I’ll be back before you know it!”

Luka furrowed his brow and frowned when he heard the discordant notes in her song. It most certainly was a big deal, and Chloe said as much when Marinette went to open the door again.

Marinette sighed and finally turned to face them. “Seriously Chlo, it’s okay. I haven’t actually been getting that much sleep here, so I might as well do something useful if I’m going to be awake anyway.”

They hadn’t known about that, judging by their even more worried expressions at that statement. Good thing she hadn’t divulged the reasons why. They didn’t know about the nightmares that had been plaguing her even since before the beginning of the game. Adrien opened his mouth to protest again before Marinette cut him off.

“Look, I told Jason I’d meet him at the end of 67, so I won’t be going alone. I know you guys don’t like me spending time with him,” she held up her hands to placate their skeptical and outraged faces, “but we can trust him to have my back. I’m sure of it.”

Luka spoke up, “Mari, he’s killed other players. How can you say you trust him after that?”

Marinette fiddled with the straps of her backpack and looked down at her feet. “I told you that was a misunderstanding. Plus I don’t know how to describe it, but we just... get each other, you know?” She stopped fidgeting and squarely stood her ground, looking each member of her order in the eye. “Now I’m going whether you like it or not. I’ll be back tonight to prep and then I’ll head out in a few days.” She added, decisively, “Alone.”

She left and the door closed with a loud click that had a sense of finality to it. The Order stood in stunned and concerned silence until the door opened again, not a minute later. They all assumed defensive stances until they saw Marinette’s signature awkward grin as she poked her head around the door.

“Forgot my arrows,” she said sheepishly, then grabbed the quiver laying on a table and left once more.

Adrien heaved a heavy sigh. “Oh Maribug, what are we going to do with you?”

* * *

Marinette jauntily swung a basket from the crook of her elbow. It didn’t matter that whatever she purchased from the bustling market would automatically go into her inventory, it was the aesthetic that counted. She was currently parsing through different fabrics, having finally picked up the courage to try getting into the clothing design aspect of Mindscape. There was only so much she could do with Alchemy, which relied on objects that already exist. For a while, it was as close to creation as she dared go, but recently she’d been feeling more like herself and was finally ready to dust off her old hobbies.

Especially if they could help her protect the people she cared about.

She was comparing two fabric swatches and could tell the shopkeeper was getting impatient. Deciding to get both of them seemed to placate him, and she backed out of the shop with a smile.

Until she ran into someone, that is.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry--”

“Are you alright? I wasn’t paying attention to--”

The two dark-haired girls apologized simultaneously, then paused to giggle.

“I’m fine, thank you,” the taller girl placed her hand gently on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Me too, I’m so sorry, again,” she paused for a moment. “Wait, don’t I know you...?”

The taller girl blinked in surprise, then lit up with recognition. “Of course, you’re Jason’s girlfriend! I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Zatanna, we met in that cooking class you do every few weeks.”

Now that they were talking, Marinette did remember her but she’d called her Jason’s.... She thought she might explode from being called that of all things. She immediately started flailing her arms and stammering desperately.

“Oh, we’re not like that you see, he doesn’t-- I mean we don’t, well, it’s not!” she hid her fiercely blushing face in her hands and finished lamely, “I think you have the wrong idea....”

Zatanna laughed. “Sorry, sorry. My mistake, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Marinette risked a glance in between her fingers and decided the apology was genuine.

“So, what’s our local Cooking Mama doing in the clothing boutique district? Cute basket, by the way.”

The reference was lost on her, but Marinette replied, “Thank you! I’m actually going to try my hand at creating armor. Clothing design was something I enjoyed in the real world, but it’s been, ah, difficult to want to get back into it here.” She gave a bashful smile.

“Oh wow, no kidding? That sounds amazing!” Zatanna enthused as they made their way to a nearby bench. “Any special occasion?”

“Just trying to keep everyone safe,” Marinette shrugged nonchalantly as if it wasn’t her whole life’s purpose.

“Hear hear,” she replied emphatically. “I’m so glad those enchanted potions I gave Jason helped you guys out in that last level.”

Marinette paused, surprised. She’d completely forgotten to ask Jason where those water-breathing potions had come from. “Wait, you made those?” she asked.

“None other!” Zatanna gave a mock bow. “I’ve been outfitting our guild with enchanted goodies pretty much since day one,” she laughed a little to herself.

“Now that is an amazing talent! I can’t believe that you can make such cool potions like that,” she grinned.

Zatanna looked around, then leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “That’s not all I can do.”

Marinette, who had leaned forward as well, arched a playful eyebrow.

“Have you ever wanted to learn how to enchant armor?”

* * *

It was several hours later that Marinette and Zatanna were found laughing away in the latter’s custom forge. Marinette had never been to the Rocky Road guild house before, so Zatanna gave her a tour. It was a sprawling complex with a courtyard and had rooms, areas, and even entire buildings devoted to everything any of their members could possibly need.

She was introduced to a few of the people who were there. Some she recognized from the cooking class-- she found out their names were Wally and Artemis-- but most she didn’t know. While the tour was lovely, especially with her host, she was most intrigued by the two dark-haired boys that Zatanna gave her meaningful looks over.

Jason’s oh-so-despised brothers, it seems.

Tim was in the study, a veritable library with two-story-tall shelves packed to the brim. He was reading voraciously out of several books at a time and scribbling notes in the worst chicken scratch she’d ever seen. He barely reacted to them being there until Marinette introduced herself by name, then he was all ears. And eyes. Man, that guy had an intense stare. She could practically hear him analyzing her in his head, though she had no idea what conclusion he’d reached until Zatanna led them out into the courtyard and said he’d liked her.

There they met Jason’s older brother Dick, training with a hulk of a boy named Connor and a lean girl named Cassie. They were all really nice, and Marinette felt an instant connection. She even thought she might remember Connor from her cooking classes.

Dick was immensely pleased to know Jason had actually referred to himself and Tim as his brothers. She actually thought he was on the verge of tears, that is until Cassie tried to sneak in an attack on him with a kick to the legs and he had to flip to avoid it.

Marinette’s eyebrows rose to her hairline watching them spar. Dick almost seemed to float through the air, spinning and jumping around his opponent. He was clearly very practiced, and she was impressed.

Zatanna didn’t let her watch for long before steering them to the forge where she finally began teaching Marinette all she knew about enchanting. While it was possible to enchant pre-made armor, she said, it was much easier and more potent to imbue the metal while it was still molten.

With surprising strength, Zatanna showed her how to hammer and shape the pieces. It was much more difficult than she was expecting even with the abbreviated actions common to the game, but her new friend insisted she was a natural.

They were soon joined by a red-haired boy with a seemingly permanent scowl. Zatanna introduced him as Roy, which he acknowledged with a grunt. He was working on a warhammer, melting new steel into the cracks it had sustained from use. He came over to watch once Marinette returned from changing into a sleeveless shirt to hammer away at her own metal.

Zatanna guided Marinette through creating a set of armor entirely from scratch. They’d used some existing molds from a set she’d made before, one for Zatanna’s friend Jaime that they thought might fit Adrien. Roy gave tips here and there on the metalworking side of things, and Zatanna provided her expertise with the enchantments.

Several sweaty hours later, they were proudly brandishing a brand new set of full armor. It had several defensive enchantments detectable only in a faint, pulsating glow emanating from within the inlays of the armor’s decorative designs.

“I wonder if the same technique could be used on fabric while I sew....” Marinette wondered aloud.

“Oh we’re going to be best friends,” Zatanna grinned at her ingenuity.

They were still laughing and chatting later when Jason finally made it back from level grinding. Apparently he stopped by nearly every day before leaving again “once he got sick of them.” Marinette had stopped her work to take a dinner break at some point, having missed lunch while out shopping. And so Jason found the two girls, Dick, and Roy sitting at the breakfast bar without a care in the world, chatting over several plates of Marinette’s home-baked salmon.

“Oh hey Jaybird, you’ve got to try this! Mari’s an amazing cook,” Dick reached over to ruffle her hair, much to her annoyance.

“I know,” Jason grumbled in response, grabbing a plate and dishing himself a portion. “I was hoping to keep her away from you vultures.”

“Aw, is somebody jealous?” Roy pouted teasingly at him.

Jason stood over where Marinette was perched on a stool and placed his plate next to hers, proceeding to eat over her head. “I’ve never been jealous a day in my life.”

Dick snorted at that. “Tell that to Timmy,” he scoffed.

“‘B, he took my spot, make him stop!’” Roy mocked in falsetto, “‘That replacement could never be me.’”

Marinette peered up at her friend, catching him wince slightly at the dig.

“Whatever, we’re past that.”

Noticing Jason’s reaction, Dick shot Roy a sharp look and agreed in a low voice, “Leave it.”

“So what are you doing here Pixie?” Jason asked before helping himself to another forkful over her head. As fond as she was of their closeness, she really hoped he wouldn’t spill any of the dill sauce on her hair.

“Zatanna showed me how to enchant stuff! I made a set of armor for Adrien, but I’m really excited to try working it into clothing too.” She felt herself start to bounce in her seat but couldn’t bring herself to care. “She even said I’m welcome to come over and work in the forge any time I want!”

Jason groaned and she whipped around to glare at him. “And who let you be friends?” He asked.

“Technically, you did,” Zatanna mused. “You are the one who convinced her to set up those cooking classes, right?”

“My own worst enemy yet again,” he muttered in response.

Marinette giggled. The poor baby.

She stayed and chatted for a while longer, but as the sky began to darken, she excused herself to go back to her own guild so her friends wouldn’t send out search parties en masse.

Jason waved goodbye to her as she used the teleport crystal, and she held in a laugh at the playful punch and thumbs up he got from Roy as she returned the gesture.

When she returned to her own guild house, she was met with her Order standing watch. She gifted Adrien his new armor, which seemed to pacify him momentarily as he animatedly admired it, but she knew she wasn’t out of the woods with the rest of them.

“Will you please talk to us?” Chloe asked earnestly. Marinette winced at that. If Chloe was the one using the magic word, she had to be seriously worrying her friends. Maybe it was finally time to do this. Gods know they wouldn’t leave her alone until they talked. Plus the whole “doing everything on her own” thing wasn’t exactly sustainable. The first time she’d met Jason, when he rescued her in the snow, proved that.

“Okay,” she acquiesced reluctantly. “Can we sit?”

Luka nodded and they all gathered on the couches by the fireplace.

Marinette sighed. This talk was a long time coming, but she wasn’t ready for things to change. She knew it was stupid to just do it all herself, but.... She wasn’t ready to watch her friends get hurt all over again. She kept her gaze stubbornly on a very interesting spot on the floor.

“Look, I can’t shake my instincts from home,” she began, knowing they’d catch her meaning. “I need to get everyone out as fast as possible so things can go back to normal.”

“Marinette,” Kagami began in a tone that indicated she wouldn’t like whatever came next. “We all feel the same way. But the rest of us are not blowing each other off and running headlong into danger.”

“With a stranger, no less,” Luka added.

Adrien chimed in, “You need us as much as we need you. What happened to working together? The Order you made?”

“Okay! I get it,” Marinette raised her hands in surrender. “This doesn’t need to be an intervention. Can we please just have a conversation?”

“Fine. Why haven’t we seen you since level thirteen?” Adrien crossed her arms.

“You see me every day,” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“At breakfast and dinner, if that,” Luka said evenly.

“I’m busy helping at the front lines!”

“With Jason, but not us?” Kagami asked.

“He’s been... he’s different.”

Chloe, who had been quiet for some time, burst out tearfully, “Why can’t you look at me?”

Marinette bit her lip. “I... I can’t see you get hurt like that again.” Her voice cracked. She thought her heart might join it.

Chloe reached for her hands and Marinette tried to control the shaking.

“Dupain-Cheng, do you think you’re the only one who cares? The only one here who wants to save everyone and go home?”

Marinette finally raised her eyes to meet her friend’s and felt her heart clench at the tears he saw in them. “Of course not,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to be any louder than that.

Adrien knelt on the floor in front of her and placed his hands over theirs. “Then let us help you. Please.”

That was all it took for her to break.

She told them of her nightmares and fears. How she had started adventuring with Jason because she didn’t know him and she’d convinced herself that it would make it easier to handle if he got hurt. How she’d realized too late that she’d grown to care for him, but he insisted he was going to keep fighting at the front lines anyway, so she had to stick with him. That earned a facepalm from Adrien, who grumbled that they should have done the same.

Marinette gave a watery chuckle. She really was being silly, wasn’t she? Strength in numbers was everything back in Paris, why wouldn’t it be the same here? Half of the wonderful people surrounding her joined the Order because she couldn’t do it alone. And she’d never been alone, she’d always had Adrien by her side. She squeezed his hand with a small, grateful smile.

She wiped at her damp eyes. “Oh, there was something... else I almost forgot,” she began nervously. Her friends nodded and gestured for her to go on.

“There was one time where Jason almost died. I mean, he had one HP left. I was so terrified I dropped all the healing potions and they broke. But then I reached out my hands and... I accidentally might have healed him?” She finished nervously.

“With Alchemy?” Adrien prompted.

“No,” Marinette bit her lip. “It was more like... like creation magic.”

Her friends stared at her, quiet in thought.

“...Have any of you had that?” she asked them, but she knew the answer from the bemused look in their eyes.

“I looked into in-game healing mechanics, but I couldn’t find anything even close to what happened. What I did,” she heaved a sigh.

“Hey, whatever it was, we’ll figure it out together,” Adrien squeezed her hand back.

Luka tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe it was out of desperation at the situation,” he mused, “like those rare circumstances where mothers get an adrenaline rush and can lift a car to save their child.”

“You do seem to care an awful lot about Jason,” Chloe smirked playfully. Marinette blushed profusely, too tired to deny anything by this point.

“We can set out researching it in the morning,” Kagami reasoned, carefully layering blankets over the others on the couch. “It’s late and we need our rest.”

Marinette was indeed yawning. It would be difficult to swallow back her reservations in the morning, but for now, it was enough to be surrounded by people who loved her. And surround her they did, in a tangle of limbs and floppy hair buried beneath a mound of pillows and blankets on the couches of their living room.

Her eyelids were heavy from crying. She barely stayed conscious enough to lift her head for Luka to place a pillow beneath it. Her friends-- her court,  her Order-- only let her drift off into sleep with the assurance that this conversation was not over until they had fixed things for the future.

She supposed she had bigger problems than her friends caring about her.

* * *

A few days after Marinette visited his guild, Jason was surprised to find a package delivered to the doorstep of his cottage. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, knowing that nobody knew where he lived--

Well, almost nobody.

He gingerly unfolded the card tucked into the top of the wrapping to reveal a flowing script that read, Something to keep you safe. -M. The back stated, P.S. It’s time for you to meet my friends. They insist.

He smiled as he opened the rest of the package, no longer apprehensive but instead excited, and found a striking set of armor with neatly folded clothes to wear underneath it. The armor was a deep maroon with black accents that seemed to pulse with life. The sturdy black undershirt and pants were light and breathable but thick, with shimmering gold detailing the seams and delicate runes stitched into the fabric.

In other words, it was fucking sick.

And he knew exactly who he had to thank for it.

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You know that feeling where you’re dreaming and you think you wake up, but then you actually wake up and you can definitely tell you were still dreaming before?

Hold onto that feeling :D

(I just watched “Virtual Reality Check” (2003 tmnt s7 e10) for the first time, and WOW, poor Donnie got thrown for a serious loop there. So I wrote a recovery fic)

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HI! You don't have to respond to this, I just wanted it to let you know:

Your CYOA fic was actually the first fic I genuinely love and enjoy when I got into the OBM fandom back in around 2020 or 2021 ish?? I genuinely, absolutely love the amount of effort your put in. like FR, links embedded in the phrases or texts??? Multiple choices??? The story too???? SECRETS???? Your CYOA is incredible and I certainly don't mind having to wait years for it because I know without a doubt, it's going to be such a banger of a fic, its so full of life. So yeah, take as much time as you need, we all have our own lives, I, myself haven't caught up to the latest chapter because of work and life, but I'm glad you wrote it <3

Thank you! It makes me happy to have readers like you who understand. I'm just happy you enjoyed my series. c: Feel free to go back to it (or don't idrc; just really happy you took your time, went out of your way and placed a nice ask here. Really. You made my day c:) at your own pace! I used to have more time to write the CYOA but life happens so what can you do? Lmao it's a struggle the working class understands really well. 🫂 Let's get through this together! ;v;

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_Code Name_Access Love: Series Trailer

-1 New Incoming Email-

Your software system has picked up a potential threat lined within the email. 

Do you still wish to accept? 

→ Yes, please continue and accept

Once you accept, there are no resets that will be able to be made. Are you sure you’re

making the right decision?

→ Yes, I’m sure.

Are you really? 

→ …No.

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-Video attachment will now commence-

For centuries, our world has been changed and developed. We have sought to evolve ourselves as humans, using our higher knowledge to be able to benefit the world and make it into a habitable and beautiful place. 

Each decade that passed, we were able to learn and explore new areas, build new civilizations and establish ourselves on a planet that we still know very little about. But, we were so sure that we could make it into a thriving world, that we dug deep, searched, created, and expanded our world. We searched for resources that could blossom our knowledge and allow us to continue to grow as a society. 

After discovering all of the basics of our world, we continued on with remedial things, such as entertainment, music and… other extracurricular activities. I’m sure I don’t have to explain much of that to you, right? 

Either way, we loved being able to experiment in as many ways as possible. 

We have preserved our world's natural wonders and resources, saved animals from endangerment, and told our children to not throw trash on the ground  with the notion that the land will become dirty, and that the same dirt from the trash you decided was better littered than thrown away properly, will end up in our water. You will poison the water, and then you will be a murderer. 

Ý̶̢͈̲͉͔͕̹̠̿̅́̒̂̃̃̒ọ̷̰̣̩̅̈́̑͑͠ů̵̥̦͖̪̲͙͈̭͎̠͒̃́͘͘ͅ ̷̡̦̪̝͈̦̰͕͚̾̈̋̾̿͌̈̏̂͛͂͠d̸̨̳̩̮̱̬̟̩̰͐͌̿́͐̈́̋͜͠o̸̝̪̘̜͎͇̦̫̗̼̞̊̍̈́̈n̸̛̳͇͚̺̰̐̊͊̈́’̴̡͎̞̬̥̯̠̘͕̳͙̿̉͌̾̋͂̽͝t̴̛̜̫͇̀͑͘ ̶̧̡̼̙̮̟̟͙̲͕̌̀͂̿̽̓͝w̵͔̥̖̱̙̝̮̽̐͜ͅa̸͔̘̯̖̚͠ṋ̴̢͚͈̺̝̭͎̻̤̂͛͗t̴̩̤̩̎͆͒̉̅̽̆̃̈́̀͆͑ ̷̨̭͂̈̿̓̔̒͋̈́̈́̓̓ẗ̷͎̏͌̃̾h̴͎̰̓́̾̃̈́͌͊́̄͆͘͠ḁ̶̧̧̼̯̬͉̯̜̯̙̥̀̈͋̅̄̔͝t̷͙̖̰͍̂̈́̆̒͌̈́̒̓̀͝ ̵̯͓̜̙̯̺̊͊͂̋̋d̴̮̏͝o̷̧̗͖̭̹̳̞̤̐̂͛̀͘ ̸̛͓͕͕y̷̭̲̫̭͚̱̠̅͐̈́̅̂́͋ͅô̷̖͈̥̫͈͌̏́ư̵͚͇̫͕͎͍̫̻��̜͙̈́̆̓͑̾́͗͒ͅ?̴̯̲̝̩̈́͠ͅ ̵̝̺͉̱̜̿͛͌̆̃̊̾̈́́̈́͆N̴̡̞̞̤͖̰͓̠̩̎͌͑̋͐o̸̢̠̭̥̞̘̘͖͚̟̙̾͋t̷̡̙̣̍̌͆̅̀̐̒́ ̶̡̤͕̀̈͛̓̍̏͌��̈́̒͘͘a̵̩͉͂̎͑͌͆͝g̸̩̬͓̙̖͇̅̽̈̌́̑̍̆͑͂͘͠ä̸̧̳͍͇̬̼͕̭̽͋̏̊͒͑̀̏͜i̸̪̭̭̣͉̩͑̌̓͛͛̐̉̕͝͠ņ̸̛̺̤̳̣̩̣̖͔̲̻̹̄̊͐͗͑̆,̵̬̘̞͔͓̠͔͋̽̌̐͠ͅ ̷͙̮̤͕̏̽̑̓̊̒͝r̷̢̢͇̹̯̗̰͈̙̹͇̥̓́̉̔̍̇͒̀̚i̴̢̺̗̪͖̿͆̋̃̆͑͑̓̓͘̚͘g̵̟̦͚̀̿̈̀̋͒̉͐͑̌ẖ̸͙̙͓̖̗̩͈͚̓̂͑̇̃͊̚̕͜ṫ̷̡̡͍̘̠̙̳̼̦̿̓̐̄̈́̐̇̐͂͜͝?̵͖̬͚͓̻͚͙̠̼̞͐͌

From the farmers that have planted and harvested the bountifulness of crops, flora and fauna, to fill each grocery store to the bellies of families everywhere. Transportation and trade have been able to allow us endless options with the dishes we can make. What could be better than a world as splendid as this? 

Maybe a world with cars that no longer need reliance on gas to be able to operate? Well, I presume we have that with our new eco-friendly battery operated cars. Because the emissions are bad for our air, so we have to make sure to keep them to a minimum. We don’t want our Earth to perish before we get to continue exploring it!

You may even be thinking about your fondest memory from when you were a kid. Traveling around to different areas of the world, being able to learn new languages and meet different kinds of people. You may even remember the first bite of food that you ate that was different from your own. How mouth watering and delicious a mother’s home cooked meal would be in front of you. Maybe it was similar to the one that she used to cook for you before bed? 

Ḓ̴̨̢͙̫͇̗̙̦̣̖̓̃̈́̾̾̇͘͝ï̴͖͕͗͑͊́̂͒̋͆͝͝ḑ̴̮̖͙̭̠͔͚̭̼͉̒͒͒̒̓̃̀͑̕̚͝ͅ ̵̡̲̭̟̻̪̿̀͒̔̆̄h̷̟̼̾̑̈͋̍̒͘͝ẹ̴̼͛͑̆́̀̏͒̈́͠r̸̡̥͕̣̤̳͉̦͆̈̾͜ͅ ̸̙͎̖̺͖̤̄̈́̇͆̄̕f̷̨͉͌ǫ̵̢̛̪͕͇̹̯͉̭̝̲͆̿̈̓͘̕͝ơ̵̯͚͗̓̋̒͆̓̋d̵̨̛̟̒̊̄̏͂̑̀́͠͠ ̴͉̫̯̈̾͛̏̈̓̽̕̚͘a̶̧̡͔̯̜͚͉͕̱̤͐͘͜c̶̠̝̠̥̗̦̗͖̓̐̇͒́̓̈́͂̉̚͝t̶̨̝͎̫͙̰̹̥̰̱̒͝u̸̟͖̳̰̼̹̰͗̈́̒̄̓̎a̵̭̙̹̳̣̤͊̔͛̍̅̀́̍͆̆͝l̶̢̧̨̺̠͔͚͕̊̐̌̓̈̋̂̕̚l̷̢̡̼͚̥̦̫͎̭͐ÿ̶̨̙̘͙̮͚̜̖͙̥͖̯́͑͌͌̀ ̸̡̡͔̪̝̖̼̭͉̰̗̔̈̅̔̚͘p̵͈̱̻̞̿̄̇̾̀̉̇͐u̴̡̖̥͍̫̰͗̀̄̓̂̓̓͌̓͜t̵͖͉̣̠̅̓̀̏̒̌̈́̒̊̀̄̈́ ̷̖̗̣̳̬̩̺̖̰͉͈̀̾́̍̋y̵̢̢̞̙̘̣͇̍ͅò̷̮̙͚͖̅͗̊̓͆̇̒ŭ̸̞̈̅͝ ̵̩̦̉̾̈́t̸͙͑͛̋́̆̓͋͐̾̓͘o̵͔̤̯͓̠̻͖̲̿́̀̈́̓̌̿͘̚͘ ̴̳͍͎̬̯͊̏̔̒̏͠s̶̟̙͎̬̫̥͌̏̔̎͗͒̑̐l̴̢̛͚̦͓̯̬̬̠̞͓͚̊́̔̈͛̑͑͗́̕͜e̶̦̊̎ȩ̸̛͍͓͓̠͉́̽̌͋̂p̷̫͚̗̦̍?̸̢̳̞̟̲̯̰̈́͗̈́̊̀͐̊ ̸̩̖̈͗̾̂Ò̵̧̡͎̙͙̰̇͛́͒̑̔ŗ̴̳̮̜̯̰̀̊́̍̄̉̔́̈̚ ̸̨̹̓w̷̛̯͖͇͙͙̙̱͎͇̉͐͌̈́̊̈́́e̴̤͍̭̣̼̫͖͍͗̃̊̈͂̑̚͠r̶̮̦͉͉̰͆̿̾̊̉̔͝e̴̠̝̣̹̼̯̗̎̿͂̀͛͐́́̚ ̵̨̛̦̻̭̭̏̈͌̍͒͆͂̕͘̚͝y̸̧̝̟̻͎̬͖̦̤̫͌̊̌͒̈́̽ó̷̢̨̘̲̦̣͍̪̙̂͌͒́ṳ̸̧̡͖̠̹͂͒͒̎̄̾̃̚͠ ̴̢̛̪̝͔͇͍̩̫̱̬͆̉̈̅̎͒͜ŝ̶͎̼͖̖̥͇́̇̋̒͜͝ͅţ̸̺͉̫̹̼̟̅̐̒i̵̛͙̩̤̺̻̤͙̫̭̓̈́̀̎̃̓͘͜͝͠l̵̢̜̘̩̲͎̄̏͑͘l̶̡̘̺̭̬̰͍̬̼͋̀͂̊̈͐͊̈̀͘͜ ̶͈̞̟̰͕̪̰̥̗̤̓̃̔͑̀̀̒̑̀̕͜à̸͉̫̼͚̟̤̲̠̥̻̯̣̇̈́̄͋̾͛͂b̶͔̞͉͍̦͉̭̤̗̙̱̬̀͊͊̎̄͝l̵̼̜̜̍̈́e̷̙̗̭͊̓͌̈ ̸̞͖͔̰̠͔̯̗̀̐̓̋͋ͅt̴̞̻͍̤̝̼͕̪̠̙͗́̿̏̒͛ơ̵̛̝̣͈͎̻̏͆̎͠ ̵̡͔̙̗̗̘̞̻͚͚̄͊̔̓̈́̎́͝h̶̗̮̣̰̺̓̐̑̈̍̆̕̚͝ḙ̷̟̺͖̥̔̄̆̾͂͂̏̏͐́̕͝a̶̟̙̤̼̪͍̗̾̀̀͆̓͑̕̚͝͠r̵͖͉̗̳̎̍͂̐̃ ̴̨̛̭̱͙̗̱̖͓̪͒͑̑́̂͋̈́͐͑͘t̸̪̙͍͓͙̓̅h̴̡̛͕̗̠̭̦̝̩̆̀̓͒̄͂̾̃͗͋̕e̴̢̯͔̬̳̟̺̙̜͓̋m̶̡͙͍͍̯͚̯̼̫͗̾̈́͂͑̋́͘͝ ̵̪̱̰̦̘͈͉̞͍͎̹͑̿̉̀̊̂̐̃̾́͜ẃ̶̢̧͎̤͓̹͕̟̪̗̟͗̀̍̄͑ͅh̴͎̫̤̲͇̆͗̀̅͛́͐̈́͝ę̸̮̱̯̣̠̰͇͈̖̔̈́̈́̈́͒͊̌͒̄͜͝n̶̯̓̓͊̂͊̅͌͘̚ ̶̝͚̩͕͕̃̌͋͂̚̚ͅt̴̞̬̖͙̑̉̓̌͋̓͐̽͗̐h̶̡̡̛̭̣̜̯̙̻̟̄̏̿̊̽̀̉̽̂̚e̷̢̍̅͂͑͐͛̅̅̔͝y̸̥̺̳͌̕ ̷̨̡̻̰̻̰̫͖̓̆̇͘ŵ̶̱͓͕̘͚̳͉̙͙̠̮̺͊͗̓̒̄͛̽̕̚e̶̢̧̛͉̺̲͕̞̣̱̱̲͔̎̇̇͌͐̃̊́̽͝ŗ̷̗̭̩̖̣̗̫̤̤̲̀̀̅̈́̀̈́̿͝ę̸̱͔͎͎͙̘͉̀̅́̎͐̌̏̕͘̚-̵̧̞̼̮̜͚̜͆͛͋̌̍̾̚͝

Ah, I feel like maybe I’m asking too many questions here.

Are my questions making you uncomfortable? I hope not, it was not my intention. 

→ No, of course not. Please continue.

Thank goodness. 

Well, I believe that maybe I should, to avoid any further discomfort, get right to the point of why I’m here– why are you here looking at me through your device.

Introductions aside– you won’t remember this unless you choose to accept– the world is beautiful but it’s not the type that you want, right? 

This world doesn’t allow for other people to fit in and function here. That’s not at the fault of you nor I, but it is simply the way that we as people have been conditioned to think and believe. Those who are not like us, do not belong and will not be allowed to inhabit the same spaces as us and be treated as human. 

Let’s just face it as we already have.

As much as the world would like to bathe itself in being the glory and beacon of life for everyone out there, that’s not how it is. People come and go into worlds that are either just as horrible or even worse, or they are the lucky ones. 

You received this because you are one of the dreadfully unlucky ones. 

I’m giving you a chance to have a do-over of sorts. 

Y̶͍̖̆̈͝Ǫ̸̖̯̲͚͔͍̹͙̣̈́̃̆͌͜Ŭ̷̧̲̯͔͓̅̀́̔̃̉̓̋'̵̣̼̯̙̬̫̈́L̴̟̝͖̘̹̓͌L̶̡̻̊͑̊̇̾̇̐ ̸̧̨͉͈͂͛̊͐͊̿͋̿͝G̶̡͍͔̯̥̟̜̲͈͖̀̊͂̕͘͝Ẹ̷̜͙͉̦̳̤̰͊͊͌͗̓͋̊́̓͑̕͘ͅŢ̴̰̥̖̝̊̾̍͌̊ ̵͔̞̘̪̯͍̞̲̥̌͌͋͒̍͆̈́̌̀T̴͍̟̆̎̾̌̑͐̏̔̕̚͠Ò̸̙̟̺̹̓̈́̓̀̔̏͐̒̍̕ ̷̩͚̌͐̑́̈̐͊L̷̨̟̗͎͇̯̐̃̍̏ͅĮ̶̘̲̖̮͚̲̮͕̪͇͗̾̈̔͘ͅV̸͙̙̱͉̲̠͆̏͒́̈́̈́͊̚͝͠E̸̡͕͕̲̱̣̖̘͖͚̖̊̇͛̒͂̽̐ͅ ̸̩̜̹̤̫̥̲͆͐̎̕Ţ̸̘͍̘̮̣̘̦̜̒̃͑̿͒̒̅̊͊̋Ȟ̷̛̠͙̭͐̀̈́͗͆ͅĘ̵̒͛́̄͑̃̆̓̂̉̌͘ ̷̱̰͔͈̂̓̉͗̒͘̚R̷̛͉̱̈́̌̂Ę̸̛̗̭̱̀S̶̢͓̻̒̍̉̚̚T̵̢̢̛̲͖̘̥̫͈̹͚̙̑̓̈́̎͛̕ ̴̫̹̯̯̲̜̓̊̌͐̈́̎O̴̡̺̹̩͚̹̠̎̊F̴̨̳̖̮̞̠͈̩͚̋͐̒́͂̍̓̆͜ ̴̼͖͔͍̫̇̾̎͆͛͋Y̶̗̭̆Ỏ̶̢̮̲͙̺̮͉̹̜̹̿̿̈̉̋̚Ǘ̸͙͎̟͗̉̀̔̀͗̌͠Ŗ̴͖͙͎͛̐̂̅̒̊̄̅͠ ̵̢̱̳͈͉̰̰̞̩̺̍̈͛̽̔̌̅ͅͅĹ̷̼̺̣̟̂I̶̱͖͑͐̓̀͑̋F̵̛̛̟̼͖͖͓͆̿̏̋̾͝Ẽ̸̺͓̞̪̘͊̓́̀̓̉͊͜ͅͅ ̵͖͖̲̝̘̞͇͈́̋̆̊̀Ḩ̷̛͓͖͚̟̥̓̒͑̀̿͘͜E̷̖̭̲̪̝͙̔̈́̀͗̎͘͝͝͝ͅŘ̴̫̗̤͍̟͛͋̊̇̅̉̽̕E̸̛̩̥͍͇͈͐͂̏̑͑̅̐̄̍͘͠ͅ ̴̧̗̗̫̮̤̜̹͙͙͔̤͒̀W̵̥͙̜͓̼̼̞̺͖̩͊̔̈́̽͗͛͗̽̚͝I̶͉̼̠͖͍͚͎͐̔̽Ṭ̵̡̧̗̝̹͍̤̼̮̆̾̉̃̕̕H̶̨̨̫̪̭̲͙͍̥̲̆ ̶̼̻͉͎̗̤̭̇̿̍̅̂̊̂͘Ü̴͎͎̉͂̊̈́͠S̴̢̛͚͍͙͓̺̺̳̙͍͓̼̾͒̀̈́̃͂̕

We’re looking for the top of the line, most intelligent people in the world to work with us. Create this better world where everyone can be taken care of, happy and be able to live their life in peace– regardless of wherever it is that you came from. You will get that chance at life that maybe others deprived you of, using the utmost quality of technology. 

Ẇ̴̝͉̘̔̇̀̄̿̅̆̍̑͝E̴̛̼̙̬̳̋̇͊̈́̔͛̚͘̚͝͠'̸̗̺͎̱̭͉͇͙͔͉͇͇͂̅͐͘Ļ̸̹͖͈͕͇̓̅̕L̸͖͂̂͜ ̶̡͎̳̰̤̑̑͒̉̎̎̒͊̓͝P̶̨̳͚͍̞͚̭͖͈̍̉͘͜U̷̡̩̪̤͔̟͎͍̹͉͗̉́̽̓̀̐̇́̽M̵̧̳͇͚͈͈͉̦̤̾̅̋̀̀͜ͅP̵̛̹̯͔̤̱̄̓̃̋̀̓̌ ̶̮̫̝̹̭͒̓͂̽͗͂͒̆̀̓̆Y̶̮̭͚͇̫̠̙̻̤͉̹̘̓͗͛̀O̵̩͓͇͈͎̲̼͂͌̎͋̐Ǘ̷̺̭̫̦̽̉͗̇̎̋̿̽̈́̎͝ ̴͎̀̅̋͘Ẅ̷̧̬̼̖́͑͑͐̓́͠͠I̴̢͓͎̮͉̭̞̜͐̓͑̒͒͛̋̾̐̌͜T̵̤͙̜͚̮̼̂́͆͊̋͐͐H̷̹̣̽͌͒̑̓̉̈́͐̕̕ ̶̙̥̝̮͙̟͇̲̥̤̾̑̾̑͜Ǎ̸̧̢̯̙̘̹̋͑͌̕͝͝͝N̵͇̖̳̖̖͇͆̑́̓̀̌͋̅̕̚͝Y̵̛͕̙̯̱̻͉͛̅̓̈͌̍̌͂͝͝ ̸̦̘͖͑͒̅̂̈́͒̓̋͋F̴̧̮͓̝̟̖̤̟͇̼͕̾̎͗̊͊̚͜͝I̴̢͖͆X̸̞͑̈̏̿̾̊͑̐͘̚͠.̸̧̡̡̧̡͙̳͉̂̌̚ ̸̣͍̻͈̾͑͐J̸͈̞̪͒̔̏́͑̊̑͜U̶͚̠͇͇̿̌̋͂̿̆̑̿̀̓͐̅S̵̭̯͂̑̎͌͂T̶̞̱̹̱̥̯̱̪̺̘̝̽͊ͅ ̵̧̨̦͇̪̙̅̆̌̚͜͠ͅͅS̸̰̮̤̼̻̠̼̾̀͂̂̃͛̚͝Ą̴͍͚̯̦͙̺͉̞̥͑̓̈̌̐̔̌Y̶̞̖̻̱͈͍̥̽͗̅͂̏͊̿͐́̑̐͠ ̵̦̮͖̪̅́͂̐̒̅̓̈́̈́̚͠͠T̶̜̠̫̮̺̖̫͒̀̂̾̆̎̾͝͠Ḩ̴͔̰̪̦̹̗̩͈͖̄͂̀̿͜͝Ȩ̵̫̻̒̄͌̆̉̉̈̊̈́ͅ ̶̛͈̗̯̝͈̟̭̻́̈́͂̒̓̽̎̕̕̕W̴̡̼̥͍͉̠̱͎̔̽̈O̶̡̪̜̗̰̤͓̰̘̗̼̊̎́̇̾̌̏͂̓͛́̕͜Ŕ̴̹̺̣̱̆͝D̴̡̜̞͕͍̳̫̤͕͈̍̀̔͆͗̈́̎̽̅͗̓͜

You can have that moment you have been dreaming of. You can finally run away from that life that you have been trying to hide from. 

Here in our world, you are one of our people. Not a homeless person, a loner, a loser.

Nor a criminal.

The world can finally be yours and yours forever. Our perfect utopia. 

I-

Ǐ̴͓̤͖̙̙͋͗̾̈͛̏̏͐͠ͅs̷̨͚̤̑͜ ̷̨̢̬̮̳͍̯͎̹͙͔̊̿̑͆̒̾͌͊͌͘t̸͈̃̋̔̀̾̓̇h̵̲̼͊̓̒͗̃a̵̧͍͚͒͋t̸̢̨̛̲̟̼̖̜̆̑́̇ ̷̞͙̝͉̹̮̘͋̏̏͘͘͠͝s̶̰̦̣̟̤͍̻͙̫͙͔̿̾o̴̤̹̳̲̮̫̒̊͌̀̾̇̾̚͝m̸̫̹̭̮̮͆̏̎̆̒̈́͊̐e̴̹̦̙̳̯̻̗̠͍̥̋́̓ͅt̶̼͇̻̪̬̞̩̦̞̲͈̳͆̆̽͐ḧ̶̛̜͕͕̞́̑̊̈́̌̀́̃͘ȉ̵̛͓̜̃̌̈́̓̋̓̐͛͝͠ņ̷͉̗̹̈́́̀͗͒̏͊͘g̷͙͒̆́̏̽̅̈́ ̶̛̬̱̩͉̮͍̒̉͗͝y̵̧̆o̷̳̪̦͍̚͜ͅǘ̴̦̫̥̣̖̪̝̬̩̝̗͋̽̂̐͘͝ ̷̙̼̞̣̣͙͔̖̭̐̐͂͂́̿́͂ŵ̸̨̛̩̣͈͉̤̼̲̙̥͈̓͜o̵͔͑̕u̷̺̗̠̲͓̞̠̣͈̙͇͗l̷͍̦̟̗̙̗̹̭̩̭̑̋̏̀̓͜͝͠ͅd̷̛̮̬͙̘͙̐́͊̂̈́͂̇̂͠

J̷̡͓̼͍͍̹̗̣̓Ủ̶̧̞̰̩̓̈͛̕͝S̶̡̪̪̱̠̺̰̪̝̒̅̐͆̅̈͛͆T̸̲͔̳̖̗̣̪̬͗̃ ̸̲̗̝̣̝͔̎͘Ș̶̯̹̞̹̲̣̫̻̽̿̑ͅĀ̵̳̼͙̣̥͔̭̎̈́̾̔̿̂̋͜͜͝ͅY̵̡̡̢̢̳̬̤̠͉̤̎͑̊͆̅͘ ̷̨̖̺͔͎͉͉̮͚̰̯̃͠͝ͅỲ̶̨̬̙̖͚̤̭͎͓̞͇̄̑̅̿̓͑̓̒͑̚Ẹ̸̪̳̳̞̯͖̜̤̰̘̾̃͊̚͜͝S̵̨͉͔͍̖̖̼̈́͛̽̒̾̎̒́̉͐͊

W̸̢̧̢͖̱͙̲̤̮̩̬̑̑Ę̶͝ ̶̡̑̓̅̎́̍͘͝W̵̡̢̼̘̩͓͉͐̎͐͒̓͒͆͑̎͘I̶̢̛͇̫̓̆̋̀̓̃͘͜͠͝L̶̢̨͖͙͎̙̝̦̜̱̳̈͛̕Ḽ̴͈̳̦̍̽̿͝ ̵̰̝̠̪͚̊͒ͅD̵͇̜̩̟́͐̈́̇́͐͋͝Í̸͓̗̺̰̪̣͈͙͂̀È̶̺͔̪̓͆̎͂͗̈͂͝ ̴̡̝̦͓͎̪̻̮̿̐̽͝W̵̟̳͖̹̆̂̾͋̉͘Ḯ̵͉̪̟̬́͂͋̑̓̚T̶̡͉̮̈́͒̂̇̋̐̔̑̅͝Ḣ̴̡̩͈͔̠̜̯̝̜̣̱͛̀̐̓̎́͌Ò̵̱̇̃̏Ṵ̷̧̨̤̩͙̫̩̹̥͐T̶̯͂̐ ̸̛̪͚̖͙͍̭̳̌̈̆̊Ẏ̸̨̢̝̠͇̠̠̤͉̺̮͔̋͂́̑̋̈́O̷͋̀̋̅̍̒͂͜U̸̳͗͋̐̔͆̄

→ YES. 

→ YES.

→ YES. YES. YES. YES.

W̷̨̤͎̬̲̣͙͆̽̑̉͛́́͑͐͜ͅÔ̶̧̱̗̹͇̠̲̼͓̣̟̹̏̔́͋͝W̸̫̺̫̗͖̭̘͊͂

That’s wonderful! I applaud your eagerness to join us. 

Of course, you will have to answer a few questions, fill out our application, and send us a video of yourself. All of which will be left up to for consideration by our higher ups here. Although, I’m sure you will do fine and achieve great things. 

S̴͎̯̲̲̦̖͔̱̳̃͂̅̿̈̍̀́̓͜͠A̶̧͉̳͉̰͉̹̎̄̿̃͐̇̀͑̽̕͠͝V̷̧̳͖̦̤̠͠E̷̮̞̮̩̔͘͝ ̵̢̛̬̼̻̝͍͙̉̄̕Ǔ̵͍̹̥̫̎͛Ṣ̶̛̬̖̩͙̺̘̩͊̒̓͛

My goodness. Sincerest apologies, we’re having some sort of system malfunction. I can assure you this does not happen often. Would you give me a moment please? 

Please select ‘YES’ to restart and reboot the video program. Do not be alarmed, you will not lose your progress or place within the video

→ … 

It’s alright, there’s nothing to be afraid of-

<p>SYSTEM BREACH</p>

<p>Please enter code name</p>

<p>Code Name: Access Love</p>

<p>SUCCESS!</p>

<p>loading...</p>

H-Hello?

Can you hear me?

You don’t know me and I don’t know you. But I need your help.

Something is wrong here, the programming, the whole system that they are operating is wrong. People are getting hurt because of them. They’re hindering my ability to tell the w̸̭̱̹̞̓͆̃̌͠ḥ̶̛͜ô̵̼͕͔̹̬̯l̵̮̹̫̪̬̊̏̓͛͐́̓̚͝ȩ̸̥̣̜̝̰̱̳́͂͗̑ ̷̧̢̨̤͖̠͉̞̞̭̙͎̓̆͑̔̃ţ̵͚̫̜̲̯̝̮͇̈́̊̒̽̓̾̊͊̕͠-̵̨̢̢̤̟̰͖͉̻͙̼̫̿̉͐̏͛̆̄̑͘

I don’t have much time. 

L̶̢̢̬̥̟̮̲̀̓͐̾̈́͛̀̚͝ͅͅỉ̷̞̮̞͓̣̼̖̐̇̉s̴̛͓̤̪̱̯̔̑̈́͌̊͜͝t̴̢̧̧̬̺͈͇̮̼̦̰͛̊̽̽̾̈́̍̓̕e̶̡̯͓̩̻̲̙̘̙͖̼̤͛̒̊̈́̊̉̐̅̈́̔͘̕n̶̜̠̠̩̄͋̅̿̈́͑̃ ̶̨̨̳̫̲̥̭̞̹͎͒̋̒̀̎c̷͚̼̰̩͍̿̍͒ļ̸̘̰̤̩̘͉͛͜͜o̵̗̦͇̳̪͗̀́̓̃͊̾̚͘͜͝͝͠s̵̢͓̯̥͕͕̠̟̽́̾̈́̊̽̅̕ȩ̶̨̝̼̗͉͗͑͛̚͘̚͝l̵̡̖̱̦̟̾̓͆͝y̵̧̠̥̥̦̔̎͗̏̂̈́̈́͝.̶͉̤̙͔̰͙̤͓͗̈́̿̚ ̶̡̛͎̜͍̠̝̜͍̂̾̔̄̿

No matter how scared you may be, if you want another chance at life, to feel like a hero again in your own story– say yes to joining them. Do whatever you can to get inside. Find what is causing pain. 

Destroy it!

D̴̡̛͔̼͈̤̟͚̯̗̼͉̈́̄̀̽̀̓̚̚ơ̴̳̗̮͋͋͒ ̷̠͍͙̩̼̣̄̄̉̄̏̒͛̽́̀̚͠ẙ̴̡̢̢̦̙͓͓̼̫̏̐̓̓̚ͅȯ̷͎͎̗̺̓͒͗̈́̉̈́̌̍͘͠ȕ̷̱ ̵̹̠̪͔̥̬̌͂̍̍͋̈́͗u̶͔͇͗̏ñ̷̜͓̦͕͎̥̬̋̃͐̽ḍ̵̩̎̈͒̔̓̏̾̎͊̓͝ͅȩ̶̨͕͈̫̻̣͕͆̈́̅̀͊̃͒͗͛́̚r̵̨̖͈̖̪̚s̴͓̻̣͓̙̮̏͛̊͒̀̏͑̃͗̕̚t̷̞̜͓̹̥͛̉́͗̓̇̄̾̌ą̷̙͕̍̀̓̓͂n̶̛̗͚͚̟̬̺͎͊͐̀̊̿͗͘ḑ̵̧̻̼͍̹̬̀͂̍̀́̊̌̔̓̈̚͝?̷̖̟̰̑̽ ̶̨̤̳̰̫̓̋̆̍͐͜͝D̴̮̪̱̮̮̆͆e̸̬̥̫̭͎̙͂s̴̡̙̹̲̓̈̾͗͐̿͌̔̃̾ͅţ̵̧͉̭͚̺̼͕̝̾̓ŗ̵̦͚̻̮̇͜ǭ̸̭͎̉͗͜ÿ̵̪͎̩̰͖̤̗̈́̀̑̈̌̑͗̍̋͝!̸̢͕͕̜̺͈̙͓̃̾͊̓̏̀͗̚̕ͅ

You are the only thing that can save us. 

I trust you. 

I believe in you. 

Don’t stop fighting until they let you in. 

T̷͉̲̳̀͂͛̂̋̆͊̈̅̍ḣ̴̡̢̳̣̗̜͎͚̣̹̃̈́͑e̵͉̩̎̀̇̔́̏̊̆̎͗̊̚y̴̧̡̱̥̙͍̮̺̼͔̠͒̈́͗͊́͋͛̅͘͜'̴̜͉͎̖͈̫̻̊̍̔̈́̎̊͒̀͛̃̊̈́r̴̨̙̰̦̱͔͈̩͔̗̰͚̈͛̔̈́͊̌͝͠e̸͙̺̺̬͙̫͖͍͆̐̐͒̓́̍͂͊͠ ̵̭̠̰̮̐̊̐c̷̨̡̢̻͈̣̺̟͉̜̹̅ǒ̴͍̳͔̪m̶̧̤͚̟͍̂͛̎̈́̋̓i̶̼͍͖̓̌̎̈́̅̾̃͆̈́͆n̷̡̡̧̲̗͕̱̝̗͙͎̏̀̈́͆̈́̓̓̾̕͝ġ̴̥̾̈͛̏̄̚͜͠ ̷̡͔̭̰͕̝̥̂̔͑͆̕ͅḇ̸̜͇̀̉͛̓̃̃̄̀͝ą̶̹̭̇̀̿͒̋̓̈́c̵̛̬͖̯͎̹͚̿͊̈̆̇̈̔̒̃̈́k̵̯̘͇̩͗̽̔̆̚!̵͎̳͙̋͗̽̈́͘̚

Remember what I said. 

<p>rebooting system controls..</p>

<p>please wait..</p>

Okay, apologies for the wait. Are you still with me? 

→ Yes, I’m here.

Wonderful. 

All of the details for your enrollment and application can be forwarded to you and you can look over them and get back to me whenever you would like. 

Are you still interested in joining us? 

→ Yes. Please forward me the information. 

Great. It will be such a pleasure to work with you. 

Thank you for listening, glitches and all. We’re so glad to have you. 

Welcome to Sector 1.  

Jung Wooyoung.

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[bunnakit]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Lucius Spriggs, Israel Hands, Fang (Our Flag Means Death), Ivan (Our Flag Means Death), Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Chauncey Badminton Additional Tags: Virtual Reality, Alternate Universe, Artificial Intelligence, Alternate Universe - Artificial Intelligence

  Summary:

Every day Stede Bonnet escapes from his mundane life by entering the virtual reality of Elysium, where everything is perfect by design.

Until it isn't.

[lxst4you]

TRUE LOVES REALITY

There once was a couple...a lovely one...they would share their days together in their tiny apartment until one of them died...the other, couldn't handle such pressure and guilt of being away from their true love...their everything. This made the man drink and drink to his hearts content just so he could see his dead lover, as every time the know drunk man saw his dead lover he would rush and give him the tightest hug ever and beg "Please...don't leave me again, I'll stop...I'll be better for you" but in reality the mans lover committed suicide due to the overwhelming abuse he endured by his "true love"

[slutforln4]

COME ONLINE.

🖇️ lando norris x reader

🖇️ in which, you and your boyfriend have a little bit of fun while he’s streaming.

🖇️ warnings: smut, virtual exhibitionism sorta??, bj

🖇️ author’s note: this is horrific and short, but i don’t want to keep you guys waiting for fics for months again haha

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“Mate, what the fuck are you doing?”

Max’s voice echoes in Lando’s headphones, distracting him from the only thing he’s focused on— you.

You look up at him from under the desk, unusually cold fingertips trailing up the distressed man’s thighs. He’s been trying his hardest not to break, to not show that you’ve been teasing him for the past eight minutes, with your hands ghosting over his bulge, softly tracing his thighs or the addicting way you lick your pretty lips.

“The game lagged.” He makes up an excuse for the awful few shots he placed in the surrounding trees, instead of the enemy. You stifle a giggle at his successful lie, fingers still toying with the hemline of his shorts.

Max rolls his eyes. “You’re just bad at the game.”

Lando ignores Max’s comment, too busy biting back a moan the second your hands palm him through his boxers. The mere feeling of your slender fingers sliding up his length, already throbbing for the feel of your mouth on him.

It’s a while before you do anything, and by the time you touch him again, Lando’s focusing on the game with no regard for the pretty girl kneeling in front of him. His fingers hastily press the buttons on his keyboard, eyes intensely tracking any movement on the screen. “I got one,” he says, eyes stuck to the screen.

Lando doesn’t react when you trail a finger up his thigh again, this time underneath his boxers. It takes a moment for Lando to notice the gentle tug at his boxers. It takes another moment for him to notice the kisses you place on his thighs, starting at his knee and ending at the base of his dick. His breath hitches when you start licking up his length, taking your sweet time in teasing him, making sure to give him a hard time keeping quiet on stream.

Max mutters something, but Lando’s too distracted by your lips softly sucking on his tip to even talk. He’s aimlessly walking around the area of his game, trying not to get into any trouble both online and in reality. It takes everything in him not to moan when you take his dick into your mouth, softly stroking the part that doesn’t fit.

“I’ve died.” Lando says, trying to keep his breathing steady while looking down at the view in front of him— his girl on her knees, taking him even in the virtual presence of others. He never knew you had this side to you, so he was shocked when you suggested the idea of giving him head while he’s playing.

Lando hears a noise in his headphones that indicated someone subscribing to his channel. “Noelle, thank you for the sub. Appreciate it.”

You freeze. Lando notices it, looking back down at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes. You hadn’t known he was on stream, and the notion of that shook you to your core. But it also excited you. How far could you push Lando before he inevitably breaks? How bad would the consequences be? A plethora of questions swirled in your brain, all while you were still toying with the man in front of you.

Lando watched as you stroked him, feeling all his walls come crashing down the second your lips wrapped around his length. He tried his damn best not to show it on stream, but he was a fucking mess. he takes his bottom lip between his teeth the second you start doing that thing with your tongue that always drives him crazy.

It drives him so crazy that he has to focus his attention on not making a face, trying his best to keep his eyes on the screen and read the chat. He can’t even speak, the only thing helping the silence from him was the music, that seemed to be awfully fitting for the situation he’s in. He can hear Max complaining about the enemy team, but he can’t even laugh about it, his whole career at risk for the mere touch of your lips.

He feels the warmth fill his lower abdomen and knows he won’t be able to get away with the microexpressions turning macro. Eitherway, he risks it. When you quicken your strokes and movement of your head, Lando seeks strength in clinging onto the headrest of his chair, bicep bulging through his black shirt and you’re sure you’ll see plenty of pictures of your boyfriend being a pathetic mess.

It’s fun toying with him. It’s easy to make him flustered and desperate for you, but it was just as easy to make him so angry he’ll fuck you til your legs shake. You contemplate the idea of not letting him cum and instead leaving him to continue the stream with a hard-on or risking the possibility of a moan slipping past his lips and having it circulate the internet til the end of time.

Your decision becomes easier to make when Lando leans back in his chair, the back of his hand covering his mouth while the other is still holding onto the chair for dear life. His pretty eyes are hidden by his tightly shut eyelids, as he tries his best not to let a sound escape his lips.

It takes a few more strokes until he’s throbbing and coming undone. You feel the hot liquid trickle down your throat and you swallow every last drop. The heaving of his chest and silent whimpers don’t go unnoticed by you when you pull away and wipe the side of your mouth with your sleeve.

A shy smile plays on your lips when Lando drops his arms into his lap, now covered by the boxers you pulled back up. He’s a heaving mess, face red and sweaty.

“You alright, mate?” Max asks, concern lacing his voice as he notices the heavy breathing echoing through his headphones.

Lando looks down at you, biting his bottom lip as he hastily nods. “Yeah, never been better. I’ll head out now, got some things I need to take care of. Bye, chat.”

When the stream ends and the only presence in Lando’s room are him and you, he helps you up from the floor and brings you to his bed. You lay down and he lays beside you, hands touring your body and lips never leaving your neck.

Little did he know, his name was trending. And not for the right reasons.

[explicit-tae]

Hey can you write a jk fic about a world where people can't express anything like they can't laugh,cry or feel any type of emotions and they don't know about these and then jk feels something after seeing oc like that ...

Actually I don't know how to tell you 😭😭

Since there's not really a lot to go off of, I just did what I could with what you gave me 😅 hopefully its similar to what you were intending to say 🫶🏽

Cosmic Balance

Every universal realm has a positive and negative - good or bad. Jungkook manages to cross the portal from his dystopian world to your utopian one and decides that he'd do anything to stay with you.

Word Count: 8.786

Warning: dystopian world, sex-work/brothel, protected/unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, kissing, virtual reality sex, nipple sucking, oral sex, riding, creampie, slight dirty talk, fingering,

Alternate Universe

“Just try it…” is all Jungkook can hear in his mind. His eyes flash to the large digital clock flashing outside his window - he was supposed to be asleep now, as was everyone in his world. “It’s a portal to a whole different world. Just make sure you’re back by 6 am.”

Jungkook’s hands tremble as he grasps the cover on his mirror. It’s one - of many - forbidden rules, completely unforgivable. He never questioned why all reflected areas should be covered as night came, but then again, it was a question that should never be answered.

Jungkook’s world is dark and dull - gray. He was raised upon these rules - he and millions of others. There were rules that were meant to be followed and going against them meant dire consequences - death always an option. 

Jungkook removes the cover quickly and swallows the lump in his throat. He stares at his reflection - the terrified look in his eyes and his heaving chest. He licks his lips, the thought of his breaking a forbidden rule has the hairs on his skin rising.

Jungkook looks closer at his reflection, his finger reaching out to touch. There’s a rippling effect in the reflection that when Jungkook touches, he visibly is horrified when his hand falls through the mirror.

Jungkook snatches himself away from the mirror and quickly covers the mirror with the cover once more. He falls onto his bed, heart thumping that they were right - his friends were correct. There was a whole different world besides the one he’s in now and the thought scares him.

Jungkook often wished that there was a different world he could live in. A world where there weren't strict rules for being excited - he could laugh freely in public when something was funny and not risk being arrested and fined.

Was there truly a world that allowed their people to be free - where the atmosphere was carefree and loving. Did the other world allow their people to laugh, smile - even cry - in public and not the confines of their own room. Did the other people only arrest those who were actually committing heinous crimes, and not because they were a minute late on curfew?

Did the other world allow their people to love and marry whoever they wanted? Jungkook thinks how in a few years at the age of 28 he would be married to whoever his government chose - based on status - and he would be expected to have a child no later than a year. Women who couldn’t bear children would be forced to be alone and provide for themselves. They were encouraged to be whores and work in brothels - “it’s not like you could bear a child anyways” is the harsh words the government would speak to them.

Men would oftentimes be ridiculed, losing job opportunities and their status in life lowering. 

Jungkook thinks how his life would be if he was in another world where he could love who he wants to and not who he was chosen to.

It’s what Jungkook thinks when he sees you, the same work attire as his. You were soon destined to marry someone else just like he was and he knows that he could never have you. There was always a possibility that you would be chosen for him - but Jungkook doesn’t allow himself to think about it. He isn’t an idiot and he understands that you were going to be taken away by some other man and married - and you’d have that man’s child instead.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s for a moment and he glances away. He was staring again, he thinks. You’re a smart woman and you know how he feels for you and understands that he could never act upon them. You weren’t a barren woman - and a relationship - sexual or not - prior to marriage to an unbarren woman is one of many forbidden rules.

“Still looking at Y/N?” 

The seat beside Jungkook is taken by Taehyung. His friend opens the laptop and begins to type, continuing his work. He speaks in a low tone to not disturb the peace - doing so could lead to arrest.

“She could report you for harassment.” 

You could, Jungkook thinks. Women have reported men for harassment all the time - harrassment being even glancing their way if they didn’t appreciate the act. 

You could, but you never did.

“Have you gone to the brothel? Maybe you need to let off some steam.” Taehyung glances his way a bit, his typing not ceasing. “Staring at her isn’t going to make things easier.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond - because he knows Taehyung is correct. The last thing he did want was for you to report him for harassment. He could go to the brothel, sure, but there was no real connection there. He could fuck for as long as he desired, but there was no true connection to the women he was fucking nor did he ever know what these women looked like as their upper and lower body are separated. 

Sex shouldn’t be so quick nor easy - so one sided. Jungkook wants to know did these women feel the same as he did - even if it was a quick high. Did they enjoy the way he fucked them or did they want him to be slower - or faster, go deeper. 

“There you go,” Taehyung murmurs, his fingers typing fast. “in your head again. Did you do as we told you?”

Jungkook sends a e-document and shakes his head. “Freaked out.” he murmurs. 

Taehyung snorts quietly. “I knew you would.”

Jungkook sighs. “It isn’t that easy.”

“How so? You walk through the mirror during an in-between and make sure you’re back on time.” Taehyung shrugs. He glances at you for a moment, noticing how your eyes are upon them - mainly Jungkook. You appear to be surprised that Taehyung catches you and quickly, you turn away. 

“What are you afraid of?” Taehyung murmurs.

What was he afraid of?

There was a lot to be afraid of. He had never broken a forbidden rule before - uncovering a mirror after hours  was an unforgivable one, and now he understood why. There was a whole different universe out there that was seemingly different than his own - he wouldn’t know how to navigate it. His friends had told him stories that appeared to be just that, stories. Something fictional and unbelievable. 

Jungkook was afraid that if he went to this world, that he’d never want to return to his own.

Jungkook is disgusted with himself - disgusted in how he finds himself in the brothel.

Not only Jungkook - but many unmarried men starting at the age of 21-27. This was the only place where it didn’t matter how loud you were. You could scream, yell, curse - hell, cry. You can display any type of emotion inside the brothel.

The brothel had color and life to it - not the sad beige and gray of the outside world. It appeared to be like a dream - was this what the other world was like? Colorful? Cherry? Maybe that’s why his friend visited at night. It was like a vacation away from the reality in which they lived.

“Kook!”

As arm wraps around Jungkook’s shoulders. 

“Not surprised to see you here after the way you acted at work.” Taehyung says loudly, his natural state booming inside of the brothel. “You’re late. We have to all be gone in an hour.”

Jungkook knows this - he never intended on coming until the last minute. It feels like he’s doing the walk of shame coming inside the brothel, but no one cares. All of these men inside of here were looking to get away; to let off steam from the world they lived in.

“You look depressed.” Taehyung snorts. “You know we don’t judge here.”

“Exactly, Kook.” Jimin places a hand on his shoulder, seemingly appearing from thin air. “I think you should try virtual reality.”

Jungkook scoffs. “It’s bad enough I’m in here.” he murmurs.

“Tae told me the way you were looking at Y/N.”

Of course Taehyung did.

“She’s a fertile woman. Meaning she will be married off to whoever the government chooses as would you.”

Jimin was never the one to sugar coat anything. Jungkook could only respect it.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t pretend.” Taehyung slaps Jungkook's back. “I’ll pay for it.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “That’ll be expensive.” he says with a shake of his head.

Casual sex was free and paid by the government. At first it’s weird - surrounded by men who were all taking turns on fucking multiple girls in the wall that you couldn’t see. But after a while it got easier and Jungkook only was there to cum and go.

Virtual Reality, however, was not free. It costs to have a private room, a girl and the virtual contact lenses to alter reality. You could choose whatever reality you desired for a price - and Jungkook already felt shitty enough about coming here.

“You’re never going to have Y/N unless fate is on your side.” Jimin says. “And fate is on no one side in our world.”

Meaning, Jungkook had to give up on having you chosen as his partner; an act he already gave up on. 

“But just for an hour, you can pretend to be with her. It’ll feel good. I promise.”

Taehyung’s words ring through his ears. He’s done this before, Jungkook thinks. He only has a few months left until he’s set to be married, the woman he once wanted far from his reach.

“Okay.” Jungkook murmurs sullenly.

Jungkook is disgusted with himself already - and even more so. But he was a man and he couldn’t hide what desires he had for you.

All the desires he did have for you were taken out on the woman who’s name or face he did not know - he moaned for you. He called you pretty and beautiful and in his mind, he was fucking you.

Jungkook likes to think that in another world, he and you could be together. That you and he could talk freely without others speculating he was harassing you - a fertile unwed woman. But as of right now, he would pretend he was fucking you and not another woman in the brothel during virtual reality.

Jungkook’s eyes watch the way your face contort with pleasure as he fucks deep into you. There was only an hour until he had to leave and he took full advantage of it. He isn’t sure how many times he came, filling the condom he wore completely - but he never wants to stop. 

Jungkook doesn’t want this reality with you to end - even deep down he knows that this wasn’t real. Those weren’t your moans nor was it your reaction to him but it’s what he has to deal with to feel closer to you.

“Ah, look at you.” Jimin smirks as he eyes Jungkook exiting the room. His eyes are slightly red due to having to remove the contact lenses. “Feel better?”

No, Jungkook thinks, but he only nods his head. 

 “What are you afraid of?”

Jungkook places a hand towards the mirror, his eyes widening as it begins to go through just as it did the night prior. He has to coach himself to do it - this was okay. He could do it - he could make it through the portal just fine.

As long as he was back before 6 am, he was good. No one would have to know that he was committing a crime that could be punishable by death. 

The portal sucks him in completely - it’s dark and cold. Jungkook’s mind races and he opens his mouth to scream, but he can’t. The feeling is as if he’s jumped from a high surface, gravity completely taking a toll on him.

Jungkook falls onto the ground with a thud, his hands not able to catch himself. He releases a low groan at the impact he’s faced crashing to the floor. He grumbles and pushes himself off of the ground. 

Jungkook’s eyes open and it’s then he realizes that he isn’t where he should be. This isn’t his room - even if it was nearly identical. The room had personality - not like the dull one he had back in his world. The ceiling was just as high as his back in his world but the bed is larger. He notices that the headboard - block - has a strange glow behind it and beneath the bed. It glows multiple colors that Jungkook finds fascinating. The large window - where outside displays a large digital clock for not only him, but for the surrounding homes to see - is covered by a long, dark curtain, blocking out the outside world. The closet is on the far right of the room and Jungkook’s curiosity peaks - his world, clothes weren’t expressive. They were bland and more of a uniform that most citizens wore.

Jungkook gasps, having strolled towards the closet and opened it. Even the clothes in this world had personality - different colors and textures. Long, short, tight or loose - it amazes him how people in this world could express themselves freely. 

“Does your girlfriend know you have me here?” a voice sounds from right outside the door that Jungkook leaps into the closet and hides, only sliding the door close a bit to see.

Jungkook is flabbergasted upon seeing himself - or, this new world version of him. Did this man have the same name as him, or was it just a look alike?

“Y/N’s not going to be here tonight.” Jungkook hears his voice and he stiffens. “She’s out with her friends.”

Y/N.

You.

You were in this universe, too. 

You and him - could Jungkook call this different version of this man “him”? Regardless, you and he were together.

You were his girlfriend in this universe.

And he was cheating on you - Jungkook wants to faint at the revelation alone that in this universe he had you. He had you - the person he wanted. There were no rules on sex outside of brothels here - nor did it appear that a government was controlling every aspect of life.

Jungkook had you in this universe - and he was cheating on you.

Jungkook couldn’t stay here any longer and watch himself be with another girl. He wouldn’t notice himself creeping out of the room - it's dimly lit and the only lights are that of the changing colorful ones. He’s slow with opening the door and closing it discreetly behind him.

The rest of the home is just as amazing as the bedroom - full of this version of him. There’s artwork displayed on the walls that catches Jungkook's eyes, but he doesn’t have the time to stop and appreciate it like he wants to because something else catches his eye. It’s in the hallway as he’s walking by.

A picture of you and him - together. You were smiling, arms wrapped firmly around him, your cheek pressed against his own. You looked beautiful; happy. He did, as well.

Jungkook touches the picture - were you different in this universe? Is this why he was cheating on you? There had to be a reason as to why this version of him would go against everything he wanted for one night with a woman when all he wanted was you.

Jungkook hears a muffled voice and his head snaps down the hall where his front door would be. He contemplates running, but he doesn’t. The door opens and his heart stops.

“Kookie.” you tilt your head and offer him a smile and then a confused look. “You’re still up?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say and it’s like his breath was taken away. You’re in front of him - you’re speaking to him.

You called him Kookie.

Your clothes are something he’d never see you wear in his world. Your dress is dark and tightly fitted and it shows a great amount of cleavage. Your skin looks so smooth and soft and his hands tremble to feel it beneath his palm.

“Are you okay?” you take a step forward, your heels clicking against the floor. You reach out to touch his forehead and Jungkook knows now that he isn’t okay. “You don’t feel hot-”

“Y/N.” Jungkook says, and this is his moment. He touches your face fondly, thumb pressing itself against your lips. 

You snicker. “What’s gotten into you?” you ask. “I know I said I would be out all night but I wanted to come home to you.”

Jungkook releases a shaky breath at your words. You wanted to come home to him - but not him, your version of him. The same Jungkook that was cheating on you now and expecting not to see you.

Jungkook doesn’t want that for you - even if this was his last time seeing you in this world. He doesn’t want to be the reason for your pain. “Let’s go out together.”

“Together?” you knit your brows. “Dressed like that?”

Jungkook looks down at his own attire - basic black t-shirt and jeans that would only be acceptable for him to wear at home back in his world - but maybe in this one it was exactly that; basic. 

“I just want to be with you.” Jungkook murmurs truthfully and you smile - a bright smile that causes his heart to sink. He would have to go home eventually, and he wouldn’t be able to see it anymore. 

“Okay.” you nod slowly, taking his hand in yours. “You hungry? We can go to Late Night Slice.”

Jungkook is shocked to see how crowded the streets are. Back in his world, no one was allowed outside past 9 pm. Even during the day, citizens had to walk in a straight line, no more than three people standing side by side. 

It was past curfew but yet here everyone was. People were laughing, littering the streets without a care in the world. There was a melodic tune playing, something he’s never heard before. 

“You act like you’ve never heard music before.”

You say it as though you can read him, Jungkook thinks.  “Music…” he murmurs, trailing off. 

There wasn’t any music where Jungkook was from, and now he’s realizing that his world was Hell compared to this. It was night time but yet, everything was so bright. The laughter from everyone surrounding them, the music - the atmosphere in general. 

Jungkook feels his skin erupt with goosebumps.

“Come,” you yank him lightly to get his attention and you fully have it. You take him to a small shop where only a few people were inside. The smell makes Jungkook’s stomach rumble and his mouth salivate. “I ordered ahead already, so it should be done.”

Order ahead? Jungkook wants to ask what you meant, but he doesn’t want to appear any more dumb than he was when it came to you and this world.

“I can take that.” Jungkook says as you go to grab a large tray of pizza - it smells as delicious as it looks and Jungkook cannot fathom how someone can be open and cook amazingly this late at night. 

“I’ll go get our drinks.” you smile at him brightly that it nearly causes Jungkook to drop the tray of food. “Go find us a table, okay?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, licking his lips. He wants to hurt himself - not really. Hurt this version of him. As you and he sit here and eat as a couple, he was cheating on you with another woman - one not worthy of his attention. 

Jungkook finds a table farther from everyone else and sits down, placing the tray of pizza onto the table. He watches from afar as you come back with two drinks in your hands and his lifts form into a small smile.

“What’s funny?” you ask him as you sit down across from him, placing the drink in front of him. 

“I’m not laughing.” Jungkook knits his brows. “You just look very beautiful.”

Jungkooks cheeks are red as he speaks.

You’re taken aback by the compliment. “Ah, really?” you snort. “You only ever call me beautiful when you’re fucking me.”

Jungkook’s throat tightens at your words and his breath hitches. You can speak so freely in this world, he thinks. There doesn’t need to be a hidden conversation of whispers or hushed murmurs. “I-I…” he doesn’t know what to say. On one hand, the thought of him being with you outside of virtual reality has him excited - but the other part of him finds this version of himself highly selfish. He cannot think about only calling you beautiful when he is intimate with you - especially in a world in which he doesn’t have to hide his love. “...You’re very beautiful to me, Y/N. Even outside of…sex.”

You blink a few times, watching Jungkook intently. Slowly, you begin to smile. “Thank you.” you say softly. “I think you’re beautiful, as well, Kookie.” you say teasingly. “Now let’s eat!”

Jungkook never wants to go back to his world. He doesn’t want to leave you behind with the version of him that doesn’t love you. You and he eat and it mainly consists of you talking to him while he listens closely - he isn’t sure of what you are talking about. He isn’t from a world where “clubs” or “bars” are normal - but they seem fun. 

Jungkook takes a sip of the drink you gave him and he immediately coughs. 

“Kookie? You okay?” you rush to place a napkin in his hands.

“W-What is this?” Jungkook smells the clear drink and his eyes widen as it begins to fizzle.

“Sprite…?” you tilt your head. “Does it taste funny?”

Funny wasn’t the word - it tasted strong. He hasn’t tasted anything like this before, the taste feels as if it’s stabbing against his taste buds and fighting against his throat.

It was a weird taste that Jungkook liked.

Jungkook begins to chug the rest of the drink entirely, his body shuddering at the amazing taste. It brings a rush through him.

You watch wide eyed as Jungkook slams the cup down against the table and burp. He places a hand over his mouth at his crude actions. “Excuse-”

“You’re so cute, Kookie!” you laugh at his actions, a sweet melodic laugh that he wants to hear for the rest of his life.

Jungkook finds himself never wanting to leave you, but needing to each time he’s visited and coincidentally managing to not come face to face with himself while doing so.

The first time he had to go through the portal, there was a longing feeling holding him back - the euphoric sense that this new world was better. It was colorful and full of life - returning back to his world left him with deep sorrow. He was coming down from a serotonin high and he realized that each time he did so, he was growing more and more depressed.

But Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to care. He would go through the drop of serotonin if it meant he could see you every night - and each night he did. He would visit you, somehow managing to avoid himself, and have an amazing time with you in this Utopian world. Each night was something different - you took him to midnight festivals that played “music” - an amazing tune with people singing and dancing and it’s something you forced him to do with you.

And Jungkook loved it - he adored dancing with you. He enjoyed being carefree and not feeling judgmental eyes upon him. He tried different foods that his world would never allow, drinks that caused his taste buds to go crazy and such sweet snacks that at times would cause his teeth to hurt.

This utopian world was amazing and each time he would return home, he hated it. He was exhausted from the lack of sleep but wouldn’t stop from returning the next night because it was worth it to get away from his world and to see you.

On his 12th day of returning to the Utopian world, Jungkook isn’t alone. He hears screaming coming from further into the home. He ventures outside of the room stealthy to see what’s wrong - mainly because he hears your voice. It’s strained and filled with pain - as is your appearance when his eyes catch you. His heart drops when his eyes catch your face - you’re crying, a black streak streaming down your cheeks. It’s makeup he now knows, having watched you put on the products and astonished when it enhances your beauty even more.

“Where are you planning on going, Y/N?” Jungkook hears his voice say, his tone far too aggressive for his liking. “You live here. With me.”

“You had another woman in the same bed that I sleep in Jungkook.”

Jungkook sighs to himself, his heart falling once more. It was a matter of time until you found out, he thinks. It wasn’t something he wanted to happen for you - you were someone he loved, even if he wasn’t from this world. He wanted you to be happy and live an amazing life, even if it wasn’t with him but with the version of him that didn’t deserve you.

Jungkook watches you push him away with a huff when he tries to bring you closer to him.

“Fine.” Jungkook then shrugs with a scoff. “I’m leaving. If you want to pack everything and leave then you can. But I’m not forcing you to go.”

You snicker with a shake of your head at the audacity of Jungkook.

“You’re going to throw everything away because of one mistake?”

“Was it only once?” you ask him with folded arms. You’re waiting for him to respond to the question you know the answer to already. “Your silence tells me everything I need to know.”

You feel Jungkook’s eyes watch you storm away. He bites back a remark and instead decides to let you cool off. You weren’t going to leave him - where would you even go? You didn’t have anyone but him.

Jungkook watches himself leave out the front door, slamming it behind him as you’re making your way towards the bedroom. Jungkook saunters back inside the bedroom and hides inside the closet, a sense of deja vu coming through him.

You slam through the door and fall onto the large bed. You’re crying again and the sound makes Jungkook want to hurt this world's version of him.

An affair wasn’t allowed in his world and it’s a punishable offense. Of course, very few men loved their wives that they’re set upon and vice versa. Only few come to love one another - but it’s rare. He had to look at his own parents as evidence of this. As he and you would walk the busy streets the past weeks, he noticed people of all ages and genders together - two older couples sitting side by side enjoying one another's company. Two men holding one another while taking pictures - it’s nice to see and experience.

This version of Jungkook didn’t deserve you or this world, he thinks - he took it for granted.

“Y/N.”

You flinch at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. Your eyes widen at him, not hearing him come in. “W-Why are you in the closet?”

Jungkook swallows.

“And when did you change…?” your words trail off, hands wiping your tears.

“I’m sorry that he hurt you.” Jungkook murmurs, his tone lowering. His eyes are sad, you note, sad for you. He comes closer, his demeanor soft unlike the cocky and narcissistic one of that prior.

You stand to your feet and tilt your head, your eyes focusing on his face. “You just got a piercing earlier.” you murmur, more to yourself than to Jungkook. “Where did it go?”

Jungkook stiffens when he feels your fingers on his lips. His hand reaches up to touch yours on his face and he sighs. “I hate the way he treats you, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Your head is spinning at Jungkook’s choice of words. You’re confused at how he’s wording everything - as if he’s a third person in this situation.

“Kookie…?”

Jungkook kisses your fingers then your hand. “I wish I could stay here with you. Forever.”

You aren’t sure how to feel, your emotions are spiraling. Jungkook speaks as if everything that went down between the two of you hasn’t happened - and your mind is beginning to fog; contemplating if it did or not.

“I’m not from here, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks once more, lowering your hand to your side and entangling his fingers with yours. “I wish I was so I could treat you better than him. I wouldn’t take you or this world for granted.”

You don’t speak, unable on what to say in response. You aren’t crying anymore, your cheeks stained with tears and puffy.

Jungkook tugs you deeper into the room and towards the mirror by the closet. You’re unsure what’s going on and where he’s getting at.

Jungkook’s sure he might regret this - that you would be freaked out to the point that you wouldn’t want to talk with him anymore, but he had to show you.

Jungkook stops in front of the mirror and turns towards you. He lifts your hand that’s holding his and slowly, brings it towards the mirror.

Your eyes widen in shock when your hand sinks into the mirror, a cold, windy feeling causing your hand to tremble.

“J-Jungkook-”

“I’m from a different world. I was just as scared as you are right now.” Jungkook says, bringing your hand out of the mirror and letting it go. His hands grasp your face. “I came here and everything's so…euphoric. It’s nice that everyone is accepting. There’s no strict rules enforced by the government to control you all.”

Jungkook’s thumb rubs along your lips.

“You…in my world you and I can never be together. Not unless the Government allowed it and I’m positive they aren’t. You are free to be in love with whoever you want here, Y/N. And I’m sorry this version of me is taking you for granted.”

Your heart is beating at an alarming rate. Your eyes are wide with shock at his words.

This Jungkook was not your Jungkook - not the man who cheated on you and left without as much as acknowledging your feelings. This Jungkook came from a different world - and as unbelievable as it sounded, it was true.

“Why can’t we be together?” you murmur, still unsure if this was reality or a dream - everything felt real at this point.

“The Government chooses who we marry based on ranking and status.” Jungkook explains. “You’re a woman who can bear children, so you’ll be married to someone of their choosing.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Why does it matter if I can bear children or not?”

Jungkook smiles sadly at you. “Barren women cannot be married.” He recalls wishing that you and he were both barren, then maybe the Government would see the two of you as useless and allow him to marry you - but life wasn’t that cruel to either of you.

“It must be a cruel world.” you murmur, and Jungkook agrees. “How long have you…”

Jungkook knows what you’re speaking of. “Close to two weeks. I’ve been coming to you every night.”

Your eyes widened and now, everything made sense. How Jungkook - well, not the one before you, but the other one - would be confused about the night prior, but you’d just thought he was either faking or too tired to. But no, you and this Jungkook from a different world were the one spending it together.

This is why the connection between the two of you suddenly has changed. It became bearable to be around Jungkook. He smiled and laughed more. He was willing to hold your hand wherever the two of you went and would sneak kisses at random times. He took more pictures with you and appeared overall happier than before.

But it wasn’t the Jungkook you know - it was a different version of him.

You snicker, your eyes swelling with tears.

Jungkook shakes his head. “I-I’m sorry for taking advantage of you, Y/N. Please don’t cry-”

You hand your head. “I’m not upset with you, Jungkook.” you say, blinking away the tears that are forming. “I’m upset that you and I can never be together because you aren’t from this world.”

Jungkook’s chest tightens at your words.

“And I…I can’t go to your world, either.” You didn’t want to, Jungkook thinks. He doesn’t want to see your demeanor and personality change if you went to a world so different from this one.

“I’m sorry-”

Jungkook is interrupted suddenly by your lips on his. He’s taken aback by your sudden actions, but he doesn’t push you awake.

“If there’s a world,” you remove your lips from his for a moment. “that is an alternate realm where you and I are in, that means…he can’t die.”

Jungkook isn’t sure where you’re getting at.

“Jungkook can’t die because then you’ll die.” you say, your hand caressing Jungkook’s cheek. “I-I don’t think you and he can be in the same world, either. It would probably cause some type of unbalance.”

Jungkook nods. “The in between opens at 12. I make sure I’m back before 6.”

You nod slowly.

“I want you to stay with me, Jungkook.” you murmur to him, as if it was a secret that only he can hear. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

Jungkook nods his head, doe-like eyes widening. “I do,” he admits. “but I don’t think-”

“SShh,” you peck him on his lips once more and Jungkook melts into the kiss. “we have a few hours before we can figure out what to do. I just want you to stay with me.”

Jungkook nods.

Kissing you had to be his favorite thing to do. And touching you, feeling your smooth skin against his palm.

Your back hits against the bed, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. This Jungkook was different from the one you’ve known. He was gentle and kind. He cared for your feelings and truly wanted what was best for you.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Jungkook manages to push himself away from you just as your hand dips underneath his pants. “You’re already hurting from what he’s done to you.”

“You aren’t like him.” It’s weird to speak of a different version of himself as if it was a whole different person with a different face. “I want to be with you.”

Your hands do make their way into his pants and you proceed to grasp his hardened length. Jungkook hisses. “O-Okay.” he nods hastily with no other argument. He caves far too easily - but he’s wanted you for so long. The virtual reality he had was an embarrassing moment he wanted to forget - but now he was going to have the real thing. The real you.

“I-I want to pleasure you.” Jungkook’s cheeks are tinted as he speaks, but it’s like a dream of his. Coming from a world where pleasuring a woman (before marriage) isn’t a priority, he wants to do this - especially with you.

Jungkook kisses your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that starts to drive him wild. His hands roam your body, grasping the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs, his lips kissing down your collarbone to between your breasts.”So beautiful and all mine.”

Jungkook doesn’t want this moment to end - he wants to savor every bit of it. He wants to sit and stare at the beauty that’s your body for hours if the universe would let him.

You feel Jungkook's hand dip behind your back to unclasp your bra. It’s left discarded, his hands roaming your back entirely. He shudders.

“You look scared.” you teased with a hushed tone. “As if you have never done this before.”

“I’m not married, so no, I have not.” Jungkook speaks. “Every man goes to the brothel but that isn’t pleasurable for the woman. I don’t even see their faces.”

You swallow, your eyes widening slightly.

“My friends often come here, too…” Jungkook begins, his hands slowly gripping your breast in the palm of his hands. “...and they told me how free it was here. What they’d do when they were pleasuring women here.”

Jungkook’s friends - you ponder if it’s the same friends in his world that Jungkook has in this one.

“And I want to try it.”

You yelp when you feel Jungkook’s mouth wrap a nipple into his mouth entirely, suckling as if his life depended on it. You weren’t complaining, enjoying just how needy Jungkook appeared. Jungkook groans in your breast, his free hand gripping your breast entirely while he sucks on the other. He’s unsure why he appears so stuck on your breast - or why he enjoys doing so. They didn’t have a particular taste to them - it only tasted like skin.

Jungkook’s positive that it’s your reaction to him doing so. Your moans - so sweet and velvety. The way your legs wrap around his waist a little tighter and your hand rests on the back of his head.

There’s a string of saliva connecting your nipple to his lips when Jungkook finally comes up from them. He licks his lips, eyes dark and full of lust.

You eye Jungkook has his lips place warm kisses upon your skin, dipping down to your stomach. His hands reach your shorts, tugging them down just as he gets lower and lower.

“Y-You don’t have to do that.” you say, embarrassed when Jungkook pulls down your shorts entirely.

Jungkook looks up at you for a moment before down at your exposed underwear - purple and cotton. They were cute, he thinks, especially as he witnesses the slight wet spot directly in the middle of them.

“Why not?” Jungkook places his fingers on your clothed clit, rubbing gently.

You swallow back a moan, thighs twitching. “Y-You never have…not you but. The other Jungkook.”

Jungkook wants to shake his head. The audacity of this other version of him - if he had the chance to ravish you at every given moment, he would. He didn’t understand why this world took everything for granted - being allowed to roam the streets after 9 Pm was a luxury alone that this world provided.

“But I want to.” Jungkook hooks his fingers between your panties and pushes it aside. He licks his lips at your wet clit and he hums. “So beautiful.” he murmurs.

Jungkook lowers himself to your heat and your eyes widen - he was really going to do this. You don’t have time to react, either. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and it’s already swiping along your clit.

“S-Stop…!” you yelp, jerking at the unfamiliar feeling.

Jungkook catches your legs just as they were about to crush him. “Relax, Y/N.” he laughs gleefully. “Just let me take care of you, okay?”

You bite your lip but nod. Your legs are trembling with nerves and slight embarrassment at how close Jungkook was to your sex - vaginas couldn’t look that appealing for him to appear ready to risk it all at just a taste of it.

But to Jungkook, it was. His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he holds you into place, his tongue flat and his head shifting from side to side.

Your stomach bubbles with tension and pleasure. You aren’t aware that something like this could feel good for you - you imagined it whenever you went down on Jungkook, but there was a difference between the two genitalia.

Now, it was like Jungkook was getting rid of an itch you never knew was there. You couldn’t contain your moans any longer, nor did he want you to. There was no pleasuring any women from the brothel and in the end, even after he came, he could never feel truly satisfied with himself.

Now, it’s different. It’s more intimate - pleasuring you the way he wants to. His demeanor changes entirely from that of the soft man she’s come to love to be around - to a man hungry for what's between her legs.

“K-Kookie!” you yelp once more at feeling fingers pierce through your entrance. Even then, he doesnt stop sucking your clit.

Jungkook hums, the vibration felt throughout your lower region. His eyes dart up at you and it causes him to groan. So beautiful, he thinks. The look of pure bliss on your face, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure shoots through you.

Jungkook leans back to watch intently at the way your pussy tightens around his fingers. He pumps in and out, your juices coating not only his fingers, but down his palm and to his wrists.

“I wish I can stay here with you forever.” Jungkook says, adding another finger to fill you even more. “I would treat you better. I would never make you cry.”

Jungkook is such a smooth talker, you think . But even so, you believed him. His eyes are much softer and even now as he’s fucking his fingers inside of you, he’s still so loving.

“Kook - shit!” Jungkook connects his lips back onto your already swollen clit and is determined to make you cum.

Your hands grip along the bedsheets, your thighs trembling. It was all too much to handle right now. Each time your hips would buck, Jungkook would just push you back down onto the mattress and plunge his fingers even deeper.

“I know you’re about to cum.” Jungkook purrs, then goes back to lapping your clit, his eyes watching your every emotion. His fingers are hitting your spot so sweetly that you can’t hold it back anymore, releasing the tension from deep inside of you with a shriek.

Jungkook’s chest is soaked entirely, but he couldn’t care any less. Instead, he removes his fingers from inside of you and licks them clean.

Your thighs are trembling even more now, your eyes closing and your chest heaving in an attempt to catch your breath.

There was no way Jungkook never done this before. Even from a different world, Jungkook had to have some similar characteristics of the other Jungkook - determined to make you cum regardless if it was never his mouth or tongue, not stopping until he had.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks you, kissing your lips gently. You tasted yourself on him.

You hum a lazy response.

“So cute.” Jungkook smiles. “Are you tired? Hungry? “ he tilts his head for a response. “I can go get those sugar things you like with the chocolate filling-“

“I want you to fuck me before we think about eating.” you sigh, tone serious. Your eyes flutter open until they’re no longer blurry.

Jungkook’s cheek flush at your words. “You don’t even look like you’re capable of-“

Jungkook’s left stunned when you manage to flip him on his back, hovering right above him. “Just needed a few seconds is all.” you say to him. “I really want to taste you, too but…I’m really impatient.”

Jungkook nods hastily as you go to remove his pants.

“I will next time. Promise.”

Jungkook isn’t upset about you not returning the favor - he didn’t expect you to. Having the opportunity to do anything with you was what he truly desired.

“Don’t we need some form of protection?” Jungkook asks when you’re hovering above him, ready to bring him into you entirely.

“I’m on birth control.” You shake your head with a giggle and Jungkook only appears more confused.

“What’s that?”

You tilt your head. “There’s no birth control in your world?”

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, trying to ponder how anyone can control something like-

Jungkook gasps, feeling you entirely. You’re so warm and wet and his mind is going crazy at feeling you entirely raw.

“The chances of getting pregnant are low when on birth control.” you explain, placing both of your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. “So it should be okay.”

Jungkook was going to take your word for it. His hands find your waist and it holds on it for support.

Your hips begin to rise and fall at a rhythmic pace, wet skin slapping against his own. Soon moans filled the room, both yours and his - and Jungkook wasn’t going to hide how good you were making him feel.

“Feel…so…good…” Jungkook huffs with each bounce on his cock. His eyes fight to focus on something for longer than a few seconds, but he can’t. Your breast bounces in his face and he tries to catch a nipple but fails a few times. Your face is so beautiful, contorted with pleasure as you take him.

“Does it?”

You lean back, your palms on his thighs. Your feet are pressed firmly onto the mattress and you continue your bouncing.

Jungkook hisses, the next position allowing him to go a bit deeper in you. You knew what you were doing, knowing exactly how to pleasure him just right. Jungkook wants to harm the other version of him - how could you go elsewhere when everything he needed was right here?

Jungkook opens his eyes to look at you and he grunts all over again. Your pussy is dripping all over him, creaming his cock so lovingly. There’s a white ring around his cock, evident of how much you were loving this.

“You’re so-“

“Beautiful?” you finished the sentence for Jungkook, giggling. You clench around him and Jungkook hisses.

“It’s true. You are.”

Your heart swells at his words - they aren’t just sex words. Often he would tell you how beautiful he thought you were and of course you were smitten. You thought it was your Jungkook, not this new Jungkook from a different world.

Jungkook allows his hands to roam your naked skin, goosebumps running along his arms. He hisses with a slight shake of his head. “You’re too g-good at this.”

“So were you.” you giggle, grinding against him. “Surprised you never pleasured a girl before.”

“I learn fast.” Jungkook licks his lips, pressing a thumb against your swollen clit, satisfied when you flinch.

While Jungkook's right hand plays with your clit, his left places itself on your ass and squeezes.

Jungkook flickers his eyes up st your face to find that you’re already looking at him. He gives a slight grin - the thrust upwards.

“Fuck, s-stop!” your body flushes with heat. “I was supposed to make you cum this time!”

“You are.” Jungkook hooks both of his arms beneath your thighs and then on your hips to keep you steady. “This birth control means I can cum in you?”

You bite your lip and nod and that's all the confirmation Jungkook needs.

Jungkook begins to pound into you, his pace entirely alarming and there's no build up to it. All he knows is that he’s wanted you for as long as he could remember and in this world he had you - you and whatever birth control was.

Soon the room is filled with wet squelching of your pussy being stuffed so full mixed with Jungkook’s grunts and your whimpers. Your arms wrap around Jungkook’s neck for support and this has Jungkook peppering your skin with kisses.

Jungkook doesn’t stop his pounding, not even when you're trembling and scratching along his back. He only snickers at your actions, far too enthralled in this moment that he doesn’t care what pain you might cause him.

“I-I don’t think-“

“Sshhh,” Jungkook presses his lips on yours to silence your whining. His teeth clap on your bottom lip, tugging slightly. “I know you can take it, baby.”

You came - an embarrassing moment for you. You didn’t hold in the shriek as you do so and it was entirely Jungkook’s fault - his insane stamina, his soft kisses on your skin and the dark whisper of a pet name.

Jungkook groans, your cum dripping out of you and onto him entirely. He could never get enough of you and each thrust has him hating the version of him that left you here crying.

“Gonna cum,” Jungkook huffs, kissing your face entirely. Your eyes are closed tightly and a few whimpers are releasing from your lips due to the overstimulation.

You clench around him as tight as you could to get Jungkook to cum and it works. A few sloppy thrusts and a deep moan later, Jungkook’s cumming deep inside of you - a wave of emotion shudders through his body.

You fall limp against Jungkook while your eyes flutter close. “So tired.” you murmur.

Jungkook places a kiss upon your forehead. “You don’t want those sugar things with the filling?”

You grumble, “It sounds like you want them.”

Jungkook does.

“I’ll put an order for them to be delivered.” you lift yourself and sigh. “How about you just take my phone and go get it? You remember the way?”

Jungkook nods his head and soon, you’re sleeping soundly on the bed.

Jungkook licks his lips as he gets dressed. Currency was different in your world. Though he worked, there was only a certain amount he could ever earn from his job, the rest went towards whatever the Government saw fit - funding the brothel and new technology to advance the world. Even being able to go somewhere and eat was a luxury - it was something the Government also controlled; when and how they got their food.

Jungkook opens the door to the room and stops dead in his tracks.

Jungkook blinks at the familiar face of himself. There’s a piercing on his eyebrow and lip and it causes Jungkook to tilt his head at it.

“What the fuck-“

Jungkook reacts entirely too fast, even before his mind can think of what to do. He watches as the version of himself falls back and holds his nose, blood pooling from his hand.

“You don’t belong here.” Jungkook murmurs , his voice dangerously low. “You don’t deserve her.”

Jungkook is surprised that you don’t awake - maybe you were that exhausted. He doesn’t stop punching until the version of him is unconscious and he’s covered in an alarming amount of blood.

Jungkook huffs. He grabs the versions of him arms and begins to drag him inside the room. He glances at your sleeping figure and feels an emotion go through him. He wants to love you the way you deserve - to care for you like he should be able to.

And with this Jungkook here, he never could.

Jungkook pushes towards the mirror, the ripple effect telling him that there was still time.

There’s a moan - he was waking up. Jungkook curses mentally to himself and pushes as hard as he could to this world’s Jungkook until he’s fully through the mirror.

Now, all he had to do was wait until it was time for the portal to be closed.

Jungkook’s eyes open, shooting straight up. His eyes look around his surroundings - where the fuck was he?

This wasn’t his room - no, it couldn’t be. It was so dull, dark. Plain - where were the lights he had on his bed? Where were the mirrors he placed up?

Jungkook’s eyes the large window outside, noticing that lights were peaking through. There was a digital clock flashing red numbers. He shakes his head. “What the hell…?”

Jungkook turns towards the mirror in front of him, eyes wide as it begins to crack. He shields himself with his hands as mirror pieces begin to fly on him suddenly, the mirror breaking out of thin air.

Jungkook releases a deep breath, hammer in hand. His chest heaves, the mirror shards surrounding him entirely.

“Kookie?!”

You run inside the room, head flailing around to see what the commotion was. “How did the mirror…” your eyes glance down to the hammer in Jungkook’s hands.

It was now 6 A.M, Jungkook notes, and it was time for his world to wake and go on with their lives - without him.

“I thought you said you were gonna go shower?” Jungkook drops the hammer and turns towards you. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”

You sigh, shoulders relaxing. “It’s okay.” you say. “Is…is the portal gone?”

Jungkook nods his head, for now at least. He’s positive there was a way for him to return through a different mirror - but he had no intentions to. As long as the Utopian world Jungkook didn’t know how to return, he was satisfied.

“Good.” you smile at Jungkook, a genuine smile that warms his heart.

Good - it was good. Now Jungkook could have you like he always has - no strict rules, no Government forcing him to marry a woman he didn’t want.

Just you and him - you & this Jungkook - forever.

@seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111

[saioumaarchive]

As he kicks open the front door with a dramatic slam and a wide smile on his face, shouting, “Honey, I’m home!” to absolutely no one, Kokichi comes to this realization. And he lets the smile drop into neutral. There’s no show to perform for anyone. He’s truly and utterly alone.

~ hluhs, "Healing is a Made-Up Concept for people that are Decidedly Not Kokichi Oma"

Hluhs is a relatively new talent in the Saiouma AO3 tag, and this fic especially caught our attention. Not only does it tackle the usual postgame themes of trauma and recovery, but it addresses the underappreciated detail that each of the Danganronpa characters was created specifically for the killing game, and many of them cannot thrive in any other setting. There’s also a wonderfully-executed parallel between Kokichi and a stray cat that doesn’t seem to want to leave him alone. Neither of them will survive this harsh world without an ally, but both are too stubborn to accept the help that’s offered to them. This fic has a lot of potential and we can’t wait to see where it goes.

Rated M (Suicidal ideation) 5,552 words, 2/? chapters (incomplete) Updated 12 November 2023

~ Mod Ice

[rallamajoop]

That time Heisenberg stabbed Ethan with a rusty fencepost

Thanks to this one fic project that needed a pornographically detailed list of Ethan’s most memorable injuries, I've spent some time trying to figure out exactly what Heisenberg stabs him with when they first met. Working mostly from a free-camera version from youtube, I settled on calling a metal pipe with a square profile.

Tumblr: I was wrong. The reality is so much worse.

Having cracked the game files and installed my own free-camera mod, I tracked down the original asset for this thing, and, well...

No, really, this is it! Check out those matching cross-bars if you doubt me.

FWIW, it isn’t actually a spear. Those semi-mangled crossbars flag it instead as a spear-headed fence-post. (This may not be a distinction that Ethan would find very comforting after being stabbed with the thing, but there it is, regardless.)

In fact, if you poke around the cemetery area just outside the castle gate, you can even find the fence it presumably came from.

Look in on the cemetery near the church from the lane leading up to the Duke's shop beside it, and this is what you'll see.

It's not a perfect match (in fact, it's even worse viewed from the opposite side, because someone has clearly stuffed up the textures on different sides of the same asset). I'll also note that if you go back to this fence again after meeting Heisenberg, you won’t find any suspicious gaps in it where a post was recently ripped out. So I’m going to just go ahead and assume this particular piece was lying in a pile of surplus scrap in the cellar somewhere, and Heisenberg did not, in fact, drag the thing all the way there from well outside the whole damn building. I mean, at that point, you’re just showing off.

The fence post is, admittedly, pretty hard to get a good look at in the actual game. Unlike all the other crap Heisenberg already has levitating around him in this scene, the fencepost doesn’t appear at all until Heisenberg stabs Ethan with it. It actually seems to emerge at speed from between a couple of barrels at the back. But if you’re enough of a lunatic to play around with the various slow motion/rewind settings that came with the free camera mod, you can get a decent shot of it in flight, cleaning up any remaining doubt that this is the same asset that was used in game.

It even freaking spins in the air as it moves. FTR, yes, it does go in pointy-end first. And the whole fucking spearhead ends up buried in poor Ethan. (Please feel free to insert your own dick-joke here.) Those paying really close attention might even note that the blood on Ethan's shirt is present even before the spear hits him, but that's just going to be virtual-stunt-coordination having a normal one.

I can offer you no similarly definitive insight into why Heisenberg would think stabbing Ethan with this thing was a good idea. I can’t even tell you if he knew for sure that it was Ethan Winters he was talking to at this point (maybe he's just playing dumb, pretending not to recognise him. Or maybe he legit didn't know that Ethan himself had made an appearance until Miranda told him. Sure, he's already got that whole conspiracy board, but finding real pictures of this Ethan-guy is surprisingly hard.) But whether Heis was already testing out Ethan’s ‘interesting body’, or whether he’d just generally assumed that anyone who could survive a full lycan assault on the village wouldn’t be too seriously inconvenienced by a little stabbing, hoo boy was this one way to make a first impression.

I’m not even sure which of these losers is the bigger idiot here: the one who imagined Ethan might still agree to work with him even after inserting a very convincing imitation-spearhead into his intestines, or the one who never thought to seriously question how he keeps shrugging off injuries just as exciting as this one.

They probably deserve each other.

[supertinytins]

if ao3 were in the splatoon universe marina would absolutely be an author on there and every time she posts the author's notes would be like "shsjdgakhsj sorry its been a while! the virtual reality project i was working on got corrupted by an evil virus threatening to create a world of pure order by trapping everyone in inkopolis in there forever and removing all their free will so i kinda had to deal with that for a while haha. anyway heres part 47 of the pearlina coffee shop au ^^ not betad sorry if it reads a little awkward in places" and its the most breathtaking fic youve ever read and it permanently alters your brain chemistry

[lala-ladybug]

Healing Hands: Ch 13

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

Read here on AO3

“Hey, wait for me!” Marinette shouted, jogging up to where Jason stood in front of a doorway. It contained an opaque, swirling portal of blue that cast him in an unfairly gorgeous light.

He turned to her with a crooked smile, which seemed to be his signature look. She tried very hard to ignore the fluttering feeling it had started eliciting.

“Hey,” she said breathlessly upon catching up to him. “Sorry I’m late, but I did bring breakfast!” She offered him a large eclair wrapped in a napkin.

He took it from her hands, seemingly unaffected by the sparks she felt as their fingers brushed. “No worries Pix, I only just got here myself.” He bit into the pastry and closed his eyes.

“God, you really do not fucking disappoint,” he practically moaned.

She beamed at his praise, pleased her friend (just a friend, thank you very much) was enjoying it, and started eating the one she’d brought for herself. “So,” she began with a mouth full of custard, “just scouting, right?”

Jason held up a three-fingered salute. “Scout’s honor,” he replied. “Did you read up on the area or get a good night’s sleep like I told you to?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “I went to bed when you told me to,” she grumbled. “So lead on, tough guy. You know more about this level than I do.” She gestured to the portal before them as they finished the last bites of their pastries.

“Ladies first,” he gave her a half-bow, grinning all the while.

She sighed and stepped in front of him, drawing her bow. “As you wish,” she smirked, and disappeared through the doorway.

* * *

Marinette’s first thought was this level was so bright, as she blinked to let her eyes adjust. The next thought was abruptly cut off as she took in the scenery. She dimly registered the sound of Jason stepping through the portal behind her.

They stood on an island littered with stones, surrounded by a sparkling ocean. Wooden bridges criss-crossed over to other small pieces of land, but this level had to be more than three-quarters water. The sunlight reflected cheerfully off the gentle waves, but Marinette suddenly felt very cold.

Her hands, beginning to tremble, feeling very far away. The clatter of her bow falling from her grip sounded muffled as the ringing in her ears took over. She quickly blinked away flashes of Paris, drowned, quiet, empty, but not fast enough as her breathing came more and more rapidly.

She felt no pain as she fell to her knees, and only noticed it happened because her worldview had changed, bringing her closer to the water, the water, the blood-soaked water.

The memories, real and dreamt, came flooding in, flooding as Paris had, as her friends had been swept away, the whole world drowned in a single day. Her chest felt so small, so tight, like a fist was clenching her heart and lungs as she found it harder and harder to just breathe.

How could she? How could she take breaths when her friends no longer could? The waves were growing larger by the minute, threatening to swallow her whole. But she couldn’t tear her gaze away from them, not for an instant. She would not look away again, she deserved to face it, to watch the consequences of her failures, the deaths of everyone she cared about and innocents she didn’t even know. She had no right to look away, not when it was all her fault, and the largest wave yet was about to overtake her and by Kwami she was going to let it--

Her vision was interrupted by the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. She still stared, unblinking and numb, straight ahead, so the eyes lowered themselves to meet her own. She saw a nose next, large and slightly crooked, then worried eyebrows that sat above those blue, blue, blue eyes. Faint dimples, moving as silent lips formed words she could not hear. The ringing in her ears was too loud, she thought distantly. Those were such lovely lips, it was a shame to not hear what they had to say.

With enormous effort, she blinked, and the spell started to break. To her surprise, her eyelashes were wet, and as she blinked once more, she began to feel tear stains down her face. When had she started crying?

The ringing began to dissipate, slowly allowing in sounds from the world around her. Gulls wheeling high above, waves gently lapping at the rocks, and a voice. A deep, lovely voice, calling to her.

* * *

Jason absolutely let Marinette go through the portal first because he was a gentleman, not because he enjoyed the view. Or so he would say, if anyone asked him, which no one ever would.

But as he followed her through the portal, he watched as she dropped her weapon and collapsed as if struck. He looked around for any danger, something that could be the source of her reaction, but saw nothing. So why was she....

He rushed to her side, grabbing her shoulder as gently as he could while trying to stifle his panic.

“Marinette?” He called to her. She didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes were fixed forward, blankly staring at the waters. As he watched with increasing concern, her breaths started to come in quick little gasps, and tears began to spill from her eyes.

“Marinette, can you hear me?” He knelt by her side and gripped her shoulder harder than he’d ever like to, but there was still no reaction. Fuck, he had to do something to snap her out of it.

He awkwardly shuffled until he was in front of her, then sat down to level his eyes with hers. He looked at her pleadingly. “Come on, Marinette.”

Her faraway stare started to move ever so slightly, taking in little details of his face. Her shallow breathing was barely audible over the gentle lapping of the waves behind him.

“That’s it, Mari. Come back to me,” he pleaded with her. “You can do this, just focus on me.” She didn’t seem to hear a damn thing coming out of his mouth, but he kept talking. “I care about you a lot, Pix, more than I ever expected to care about anyone. I am not about to lose you. You are so good and kind, you’re selfless and beautiful, not to mention completely badass, I mean how was I not expected to fall for you?”

“I don’t... I don’t deserve you,” his voice broke a little. “No one does. But I am trying to be better, and you inspire me to try even harder. You fix things, Marinette, that’s what you do, it’s who you are. I’m pretty messed up, so maybe you can....” Jason trailed off. This wasn’t about him.

“Look at me, Pixie.” She was blinking now, that was good. “Just breathe, okay? Come on Marinette, you can do this. Breathe with me,” and he took an exaggeratedly deep breath in. She blinked a few more times. She hadn’t moved, but her eyes were still slowly roaming his face. Right now, they were lingering on his lips.

“Aw fuck, Pix, you’re gonna kill me,” he said weakly, trying to lighten the gravity of his revelations. They’d laugh about this later, he knew it, but first he had to get her through this. “C’mon, breathe.”

She eventually followed his example and began breathing with him. Her hands twitched, and then they were moving, grasping at his chest.

He pulled her into a hug, guiding her head so she’d be buried in him instead of looking at the water, since that’s what had started... whatever she’d gone through. She kept breathing evenly and nestled herself even further into his hold.

He looked down and had to stop himself from kissing the top of her head and just hold her instead. They would talk when she was ready. She was so small in his arms, but she smelled so lovely. He wondered if this is what she’d smell like outside of the game, too.

Eventually, she began to pull away from him, wiping at her eyes. She started to speak in a very small voice, “I’m--”

“If the next word out of your mouth was going to be ‘sorry,’ you have nothing to be sorry about,” Jason interrupted her.

Marinette gave a dry laugh. “How about thank you, then?” She offered him a weak smile, hands still resting on his chest. He barely felt their weight.

“You’re very welcome,” he smiled softly at her. “Do you want to talk about it? I won’t force you to, but I’m happy to listen.”

She sighed, “Not today.” She looked so tired. “But soon. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.” Jason knew a thing or two about needing time to process stuff. His overbearing brothers wouldn’t give him the space to do it, and he’d damn well fight anyone who dared do the same to her. “Think you’re ready to stand up?”

She nodded, moving her hands to meet his as he helped them both to their feet. He regretfully let her warm hands go once they stood up. Was the beach always this cold?

“Do you still want to do recon? We can always go home, grab some tea or go shopping for new cloaks,” he offered, retrieving her bow and handing it to her. He didn’t miss the quick glance she’d given at his familiarity with the idea of reconnaissance, and mentally cursed at the slip-up.

“No,” she said steadily, taking the bow and nocking a precautionary arrow. “I think I need to let off some steam now.” Glancing at their surroundings, she winced, “No pun intended.”

He huffed a laugh. Beautiful and funny, lest she let him forget. “Alright Pixie, lead the way.”

The bridges connecting each island were sturdy, hardly even creaking as they moved across. Most islands were pretty quiet. There were some seagulls circling above and they saw the backs of some dolphins in the distance a few times, but it wasn’t until a few miles in that they found any NPCs.

A colorful, floating trading market bustled with activity. As they got closer, it was clearer to see that the stalls were partially submerged, barnacles showing when they rose above the water, to accommodate the finned NPCs. Mermaids and manatees, sharks and starfish, there were dozens of aquatic creatures dipping between the stalls. Some sunned themselves on the island or the central dock the stalls were tied to, some haggled for the price of shells, fish, and other treasures.

It was so fucking weird.

Marinette seemed delighted about it though and bounced up to one of the vendors selling sushi. She bought several rolls from the aged merman, and came back to Jason with a huge grin on her face. “Lunch!” she proclaimed proudly. You’d never know she had staved off a panic attack just a few hours beforehand.

“Looks great, thanks Mari,” he dug in. He was never a huge fan of seafood, but he was starving after all the walking they’d done. He was either really hungry or this was the best sushi he’d ever had, because it was gone within minutes.

They continued walking past the market, passing by several more similarly structured “villages” on their way. They had yet to see any monsters though, which was concerning.

“Don’t you think it’s weird we haven’t run into anything unpleasant?” Marinette asked him a few minutes after he’d come to the same conclusion. He nodded. “Maybe we should ask the next NPCs we see about it,” she mused, mostly to herself.

That wasn’t a bad idea, Jason conceded. He was starting to warm up to the concept of NPCs, especially after they’d built his new house. God, he was so excited to sleep under the stars.

It wasn’t long before they ran into a family of mer... sharks? They were mermaids with shark fins. Whatever, they seemed nice enough.

“Excuse me!” Marinette ran up to them with a friendly wave. Jason sheathed his sword and followed suit. “Do you folks know if there are any dungeons or hostile mobs around here?”

They looked at each other and shook their heads. “There’s only one place with bad guys around here, miss,” the younger boy piped up. “And it’s really bad. Papa says that’s over to the south, which is why we aren’t allowed to swim there.” The boy’s mother smiled down at him proudly.

“He’s right, we’re not aware of anything else troubling our waters, dear,” she spoke kindly to Marinette, who nodded her thanks.

“Well?” She asked Jason as they walked out of earshot of the little family. “Wanna go see what that’s all about?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, I’m definitely game. Are you sure you’re up for it?” He asked as gently as he could. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

She flushed at his last remark and stuttered back, “I-I’m fine. Really. If it’s the boss, we should at least see what we’re up against here and report back.” Well, she sounded determined enough.

“Lead on,” Jason said, knowing they’d walk side by side the whole time.

* * *

Marinette was fine. Really. If anyone asked her, which they would, she was fine. She was not pissed as hell, nor was she itching for a fight. No, those would be the irrational reactions of someone who had been unfortunate enough to live in Paris for the latter half of their formative years. She was, in fact, perfectly calm and not at all two seconds away from cutting anything that moved into ribbons.

Luckily Jason didn’t ask her about any of those things, because she was a terrible liar. Small fibs were plausible, yes, and avoidance was practically her middle name, but when it came to emotions.... Well, Hawkmoth had already proven the complexity of human emotion, hadn’t he? Repeatedly?

Great, and now she was anxious and angry and even more inclined to rush to the end of this stupid hell of a video game because Kwami knows what the hell was happening to her city while she was stuck in here wasting time.

Jason held out an arm, peering closely at something behind her. She froze, grinding her internal spiral to a halt. They were crossing a bridge between islands at the moment, lazily heaving waves surrounding them.

“Don’t move,” he said quietly, slowly moving his hand to reach behind his cloak. She swallowed against the blinding hot sunset, its rays baking the back of her head. What had he seen?

She nearly fell off into the water as Jason whipped out his index reader and snapped a picture of her. She glared at him in shock for a few moments before throwing her hands in the air and exclaiming, “What the hell?”

He grinned and showed her the screen. It showed her in the foreground, slightly windswept dark hair and blue eyes lit up by the oranges and yellows of the sunset behind her. The waves were slightly out of focus but added their own charm with sun-touched peaks painted all the way to the horizon. The quality was so good, she could count her freckles if she wanted. She looked... she looked beautiful.

“Sorry to spook you, I thought the view was worth it,” he explained with a glint in his eye.

“Oh, I... well, th-thank you,” Marinette stammered out. “The sky, it looks so stunning. How did you even notice it?” She tried to change the subject.

He gave her a bemused look. “How could you not?” He swept his arm around. “It’s all around us. You just have to open your eyes.”

Her eyes were open, she wanted to protest. Her mind was just... on other things. And besides, she didn’t exactly have time to smell the roses. As they continued on though, she let herself look around. For potential dangers, of course. One can never be too careful.

All thoughts of danger soon melted away. Jason was right, the sky and the ocean met in a beautiful, flowing landscape hewn of pure gold. The blues and deep indigos of the water had the most perfect contrast against the gilded reflection of the dying sun. Sparse clouds in the sky caught the last few rays of light, floating orange and serene over the waves. And as they walked southward, she snuck in some glances of her companion.

The contours of Jason’s face were bathed in golden light. It caught the facets of his eyes in a way that looked startlingly like the ocean beside them. His black hair looked honey-brown with the light shining through it, and the streak of white at the front gleamed. She hoped the blush on her face could be attributed to the heat of the sun beating down on them.

Then movement caught the corner of her eye. She stopped, tugging Jason’s sleeve to tell him to do the same. She gave him a serious look and jerked her chin, urging him to look behind him. But whatever had caught her eye was gone.

He turned back around with a cocky smile on his face. “Pixie, if you wanted a picture of me, you just had to ask,” and he struck a ridiculous pose, pursing his lips in a way that almost made her laugh.

But she was so sure he’d seen... something.

They kept walking, mostly keeping quiet now just in case whatever that was came back. The sky darkened slowly, bringing with it a sleepy twilight. There were lanterns atop lamp posts interspersed throughout the bridges and islands that came alive of their own accord. Memories of a brightly lit Seine warmed her even as a cool breeze brushed them by. It made her heart ache.

Jason’s sharp inhale brought her back to the present, his eyes focused on the open water in front of them. She followed his line of sight and squinted, seeing the same faint movement as before. As soon as it became clear enough for her to almost discern what the shape was, it began fading away again. Why wouldn’t her eyes focus? Stupid twilight.

“That’s weird,” Jason muttered. Marinette looked at him with concern. From their friendly shoot-offs, she knew his vision was much better than hers, even in the Mindscape.

“What is it? I can’t seem to focus on it,” Marinette huffed frustratedly.

He folded his arms. “It’s too far for me to make it too, but it looks like it’s close to the next island.”

She frowned. Maybe the lighting wasn’t helping them see it clearly. Looking up at the sky, there were wispy clouds drifting over the half-moon. Heavier ones lurked on the horizon, bringing the promise of rain later in the night. Well, that certainly wouldn’t help.

“Let’s get a closer look,” she said, taking off in a jog before he could protest.

The bridge they were on led up to the dead-end island. It was the first they’d seen, all the other ones were connected to at least two bridges, usually more. That did not bode well.

As they approached the edge of the island, Marinette started being able to make out the shape more. It had spikes protruding from a large mass semi-submerged in the water. As she watched, the spikes collapsed and expanded into billowing... sheets?

A boat, she realized in the sudden clarity of the moonlight. It was a huge ship moored barely a mile off the shore. It had just unfurled its sails and started to turn away from them, which was either very relieving or extremely worrying.

It turned out to be the latter as she and Jason hit the ground, cannonballs spraying the sand around them. The sound echoed across the water, and he winced as he met Marinette’s eyes.

As the cannons stopped firing, she used two fingers to point towards the water, indicating they start swimming quietly to the ship. Before she could turn to take off, Jason pressed a potion bottle into her hand. She raised an eyebrow at him, but he only winked and gestured for her to follow as he ran to the water.

After watching him pull the cork off the bottle with his teeth and chug the whole thing, she rolled her eyes and did the same. Marinette took a deep breath before diving in after him, the dark waves swallowing their bright colors.

In the darkness, Jason grabbed her hand and guided it gently to her throat. He tapped twice, but what did that mean? She treaded water next to him, staying beneath the surface. She saw his mouth open in the dimness and intake a huge amount of water.

Panic began to grip her, she needed to get him up to the surface now.

He resisted though, taking in another mouthful of water. Then he motioned at her to do the same. She would have to take a breath at some point....

She shook her head, she wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t.

He pulled out the empty potion bottle and shook it at her, taking her hand again. She really needed to breathe soon. Another squeeze from his hand.

Alright.

She closed her eyes and breathed.

And she didn’t drown.

One more breath.

Another.

A small smile spread across her face and she squeezed Jason’s hand back. Okay, unfriendly ship. Game on.

* * *

Jason was incredibly relieved he’d packed the water-breathing potions. Zatanna had insisted, and he supposed he should thank her when they got out of this. If they got out of this. Breathing while being entirely submerged made the whole “reliving his reliving” thing more bearable. 

Marinette was a strong swimmer, once she got over the whole “breathing underwater” thing. She could keep up with him, which was certainly something. They were nearly at the ship already, its rotting hull looming over them in the murky waters.

They circled around it, looking for a way up. Marinette pulled them towards the chain of the anchor resting far below them. He reluctantly put a hand on it and grimaced at the slimy texture. That’s going to leave a stain. Delicious.

They began to swim upwards, using the chain as a guide. They breached the surface as quietly as possible, remaining submerged beneath their chins. Jason blinked the water out of his eyes, choosing to look away from the way Marinette’s sopping hair framed her eyes or how it billowed out under the waves.

No, he was absolutely not staring at those things.

They began to climb, Marinette first. They equipped the cloaks she’d made for them when they’d fought the player killing guild, so once they neared the top they just had to pull the hoods over their heads.

Jason gave Marinette a head start after she’d pulled her hood up, so he wouldn’t run into her by mistake. That would be just his fucking luck.

He crested the top of the ship, perching catlike on the wooden railing as he took in the scene. Lit by the light of the moon were a little over two dozen pirates. They looked slightly worse for wear, he thought before seeing straight through the bullet holes riddling one larger dude. Okay, maybe really worse for fucking wear. They took turns stabbing each other-- for practice? he wondered-- and conversations of murders past drifted down from the crows nest towering above the sails. Even the deckhands rushing about looked mean.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand rested on his, but it must have just been Marinette. Or some other invisible asshole. Nah, it was too small and gentle to be anyone but her.

He swallowed the butterflies threatening to erupt in his stomach as the hand led him to a spot behind some barrels. None of the crew were nearby, so they could strategize what to do.

“Did you notice the captain?” she asked under her breath.

He did not.

Taking another look around the ship, he spotted a massive figure at the wheel arguing with one of the crew. The latter had to be at least Jason’s height, but he looked puny next to the hulking captain-- judging by his very fancy, very feathered, very cliche pirate’s hat. The captain turned to face the rest of the ship and Jason caught a glimpse of his face. It looked like portions of his skin had been burned or eaten away, revealing the grinning skull beneath. Fucking nasty.

“So what do we want to do about Ugly and his friends?” Jason said in a low voice.

Silence for a moment.

Then, “Let’s kick their asses.”

* * *

“Interesting.”

A cloaked man shrouded in darkness sprawled in a chair, looking for all the world like a king surveying his domain. His eyes narrowed as they focused on the large screen in front of him. It depicted a scene where two figures, one cloaked in black and the other in red, darted around a ship. They performed admirable acrobatic feats to outmaneuver their numerous enemies.

“They seem to work quite well together, don’t you think?” The man mused.

As he watched, the smaller figure scaled the main mast and got the drop on an enormous figure sporting a tricorn, getting in several deep slashes and even severing an arm before retreating.

A glowing purple mask appeared over the man’s face. “Now now Monsieur, you’ll get your restitution in due time.”

The mask flared in intensity for a moment before the man stood up and roared, “Quiet down! I will have my revenge first.”

The mask flickered and dimmed in submission. 

The man sat once more. On the screen, the two fighters were hugging, surrounded by floating gems containing the spoils from their kills. One of the ship’s sails glowed brightly in the night, a portal to the next level. “I would very much like to see if these two are capable of besting my strongest champion.... I suppose we shall have to wait for the end,” he chuckled gleefully.

* * *

“That was amazing!” Marinette laughed, shoving Jason’s arm playfully. She felt tired from the exertion of the battle, but it was what she needed. The rain that had started near the end cooled them both.

“No, you were amazing,” he replied with a fond smile. “Especially after earlier, I wasn’t sure if you’d even be okay going underwater....” he trailed off after seeing her face fall.

“Hey Pixie, uh, I forgot to mention it but I actually got my own place recently,” he rubbed the back of his neck. She’d almost think he felt shy if she didn’t know him better. Despite her soured mood, the thought warmed her heart.

“It’s very quiet but on a safe level. There’s a ton of windows and a couch to sleep on, plus some towels to dry off obviously, and if you need a place to go to cool down after today, I mean, if you even want to spend more time with me, not that you have to, but I--”

“Jason,” she cut him off with a gentle hand on his arm. “I would love to see it.”

He huffed a laugh and pulled out a teleportation crystal. With a raised eyebrow, he offered his elbow. She took it, thanking Tikki that it was dark enough to cover her blush, and he spoke the destination into the crystal.

A flash of light enveloped them, then all was dark again.

Jason stepped forward, guiding her as she tried to blink away the dark spots in her vision. They were on a hill surrounded by tall trees, deciduous and evergreens. A single-story cabin rose before them, a lantern lighting its doorstep.

He unlocked the door and held it open for Marinette, bringing the lantern inside with them. He locked the door behind them, but she barely heard it as she tried to contain her awe at the inside. A small gasp tumbled from her lips all the same.

It was the definition of cozy, with wooden panels lining the walls and framed trophies from their adventures. She spied the map from when they took down Cyclops together over the couch. Jason made his way to light the fireplace as she took in the small kitchen with herb bundles hanging from the ceiling. And the ceiling itself... oh, it was wonderful. There were skylights everywhere she looked, allowing in the distant light from the stars. She bet he didn’t need a lantern at all to navigate the place in the dark, but was thoughtful enough to bring one to light the way for her.

Jason stood nervously fidgeting in front of the fireplace. She quickly strode over to take his hands in hers, giving him the gentlest smile she could afford while being so, so very happy to see a place that was so him.

“It’s wonderful Jason, thank you for showing me your home,” she said, then paused as she realized how true it was. This was his home, and he had poured every ounce of detail and care into it that he possibly could.

He smiled his gratitude, then took their cloaks to steam by the fire. He showed her to what must be his bedroom. It had floor to ceiling windows displaying the woods and thick curtains to shut it out. Then he ran off back to the kitchen.

She shut the door softly behind her, still taking it all in. His bed was neatly made with a thick blue comforter, lit by another skylight above it. The only other things in the room were a chair tucked into a simple desk and a large bookshelf beside them. She ran a finger gently down the titles. It looked like a lot of classic literature, with a penchant for Shakespeare. The only item on the desk was the copy of King Lear she had mended for him, almost in a place of honor. Shaking her head to remove those hopeful and traitorous thoughts, she quickly changed into dry, comfortable clothes then joined him back in the living room.

He was heating up some stew, spiced, by its smell. It reminded her of when they first met.

“Hey,” she greeted him quietly. It took little effort to be heard in the deep silence blanketing the cottage.

“Hey!” he grinned. “Wanna hang your wet clothes up by the fire?” he offered. Marinette smiled and did so, placing them next to his own.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry, but I’m fucking starving,” he explained as he doled out a bowl and offered it to her.

She took it gladly. “Oh, now that you mention it, I think I am too. Thank you, Jason!” He made a bowl for himself then sat down at the small table with her. There were only two chairs, how perfect was that? She quashed those thoughts and hurriedly put a spoonful of stew into her mouth.

It was perfect too.

He carefully watched her for a reaction while eating his own portion, dipping in some bread before ripping off a chunk and offering it to her.

“It’s amazing,” she said with her mouth full, quick to reassure him (and prove her bad manners, she mentally facepalmed). She took the bread and dipped it into her own stew. That made it even better.

She swallowed. “Guess all those cooking classes paid off,” she joked.

“The student is only as good as his teacher,” he winked back.

She quickly trained her gaze on her bowl instead of the way his blue eyes shone in the silver starlight. Oh kwami, she was hopeless.

Jason insisted on washing their dishes by himself after they had finished eating, practically forcing her to sit on the couch and warm up by the fire. Stupid gorgeous man being a stupid thoughtful host. She was only about 60% sure she could take him in a fight, and it would likely result in a huge mess, so she let it happen.

After he finished, he joined her on the couch for a bit. They chatted a while about his books and who he had gotten to commission the house. It was peaceful, something she hadn’t felt since the game had trapped them there. But they were still trapped. And everyone was relying on her to get them out.

“This has been lovely, but I think I’m tired,” Marinette yawned and stretched her arms behind her. “Is there a blanket I can use out here?” She started looking around the couch.

“I’ll go grab it, but I’m taking the couch,” he stood up to go into his bedroom.

“Wait what?” she blurted out, standing as well. “No way, this is your house, you should sleep in your own bed.”

He laughed from the bedroom. “As if! I’m not letting a lady sleep on the couch, dumbass.”

“So which am I, a lady or a dumbass?” she challenged as he came back with a plush, plaid blanket and an extra pillow.

He contemplated the question, then leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “You can be both, Pixie.”

Her face heated up, definitely about his stubbornness and not at all about the kiss, and she retorted, “Well, I’m not taking the bed.” Very smart comeback, great job Mari!

Jason folded the couch down to form a wide, flat bed. “Then I guess we’re both sleeping on the couch,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

“Fine,” she crossed her arms and stalked to the bedroom. She heard a sigh of relief that was cut short when she came back with a second pillow under her arm.

She stopped just centimeters short of him and stared right into his eyes. “I guess we are,” she challenged.

He didn’t back away like she expected him to. It almost felt like he leaned in closer, but that must have her imagination. She knew he was taller than her, but standing like this made her realize he was a full head, nearly two, taller. Even though his eyes bored into hers from a foot and some change away, she never once felt like he looked down on her.

No, there was something else in his eyes. Something... more.

She chickened out first, backing away with a smirk. “Shall we?” she gestured grandly to the couch.

He blinked and the unreadable look on his face was gone, wiped away. “Ladies first,” he grumbled.

She did a mock curtsy, then fluffed the pillow and laid down on the couch, scooting to the side closest to the wall. The cushioning hardly moved as he settled in next to her. She burrowed into the blanket, thankful that it was large enough to cover both of them, and laid on her back to look up at the stars.

And avoid looking at her bed-partner’s face.

His ridiculously handsome face.

“You know, if we’re both going to stay in the same spot anyway, we should’ve just taken the damn bed.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

She groaned, “Too late now, it’s sleepy time.”

He chuckled. “Sure, sure.”

They were both too damn stubborn for their own good. She couldn’t help but think maybe that was perfect too.

There was silence for a while. Despite her claims, Marinette felt wide awake. She could feel Jason’s heat beside her, and she was having trouble relaxing being so near to him.

“Wanna hear the constellations I made up for the stars here?” he asked quietly.

A soft smile spread across her face. Why was she nervous? This was Jason, one of her best friends.

“Yeah, I do.”

[inklore]

🩸 — 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍!

since the spooky season is fast approaching, and as a little kinktober appetizer, @psychedelic-ink and i have decided to do a little writing challenge to get us all excited and in the mood to be gripping the sheets from the spooky thrills of course.

and to keep this fun we have given you many many options! we have compiled a twelve day prompts list you can go by, or if that's not your thing we have listed twenty three different pick and choose options to create whatever kind of fic you want, even if you want to do half the days daily prompts but switch out this prompt dialogue for that au or trope or kink, you can literally do whatever your heart desires!

THE RULES.

the challenge will go on from the 19th - 30th of this month. you can do as many or as little amount of days as you choose.

any fandoms are welcome, literally any characters, ships, but please no rpf.

no minors should be interacting with let alone posting for this challenge.

dark content, light content, dubcon/noncon, is all welcomed but please tag everything accordingly. grooming, underage, and incest however are not allowed.

there are no word limits but please use that readmore.

tag #hauntedhoedown so we can read and reblog your work!

DAY ONE: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

DAY TWO: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"

DAY THREE: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song (if not a lana fan then any fav song of yours) + stalker / yandere au or love triangle gone wrong

DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."

DAY FIVE: gothic au + “worship me. until i tell you to stop.” + a masquerade au or a good ol' priest au

DAY SIX: animal shapeshifter au + "he's a monster" + "he's perfect"

DAY SEVEN: stranded au or slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

DAY EIGHT: cosmic horror au + "you're a fucking nightmare. kiss me."

DAY NINE: “do you like it when i bleed for you?” + the toxic exes trope or cult au

DAY TEN: zombie apocalypse au + "every moment might be our last, let's make the most of it."

DAY ELEVEN: black swan au or inspired by your fav psychological thriller + “they die for love, you kill for it.”

DAY TWELVE: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."

if following the above isn't your thing and you want to pick and choose yourself that's great! we also highly rec this random generator if you wanna live life by the edge, each category has 23 options to pick and choose from so customize the generator accordingly!

AUs:

steampunk / cyber punk

fairytale retelling

revenge

mythology / monster

virtual reality

gothic

taboo (see great options here)

slasher

game gone wrong

witchcraft

addams family

bonnie and clyde

spy / secret agent

assassins

x-files

circus / carnival

hitch hiking

basement wife

time travel

urban legend(s)

american horror story inspired

vampire / supernatural

pirate / mermaid

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."

"i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it." 

“this fear you feel? it won't last.”

“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

“why do you keep following me?”

"i can't stop thinking about how perfect we would be together."

"you're not actually scared are you? of me?"

"i'm so close, can you feel it?"

"tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost."

"you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left."

"i want to see you bleed."

"they're dead...because of you."

“i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

“everything i've done.. every horrible atrocity, it's been for you.”

"it's just a little blood."

“don't you know how sick with love i am for you?”

“i would burn the world for you.”

"this is so fucked up." "you like it."

"finders keepers."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"tell me you want me back. tell me i'm forgiven."

"you're a monster." "that's never stopped you before."

"i've killed for you, who else can say that?"

TROPES:

mob / mafia

soft!dark

dubcon / noncon

soulmate / fated mates

mind control / telepathy

cheating

final girl

once is not enough

haunted manor

dark academia

enemies to lovers

haunted object

vengeful ghost

coven

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

unrequited love

creation / creator vs monster

'i'll find you in every universe / century'

reverse harem

cursed / fuck or die

curiosity killed the cat

theatre phantom

fate worse than death

KINKS:

biting

corruption / authoritarian

somnophilia

begging

dacryphilia

breath play

knife play / blood play

jealousy / sharing / possessive

aphrodisiacs

hunter / prey

humiliation / degradation

mirror sex

deprivation / immobilized / bondage

costume

size

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

body worship

shotgunning / swallowing / facial

gagging

torture / surrender

hate sex / make up sex / phone sex

magical healing [redacted]

soft!dom / pleasure!dom

ETC PROMPTS:

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

1970s porno filming (turned into a blood bath)

touch her and die except who the hell are you and why are you obsessed with me?

a trip to the circus (or carnival) ends with you stuck there...forever

you just inherited this creepy mansion where people where murdered what could go wrong?

a ritual gone wrong and now i'm bound to a demon

if 'this person' ever found out about this they would kill both of us (literally)

oh no i'm dating the town serial killer

passionate professor tells me to prove my devotion to the craft / class by doing something insane

we're the last people on the planet and you will be mine

daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late

i got casted out of my world and ended up wounded and bloodied in your backyard, convince me why i shouldn't destroy your world out of anger

vampire has a taste for specific blood and looks like you have it

the creepy neighbor is too hot to be insane, right?

i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it's definitely just wild dreams, right?

loving you is easier than hating you

got stranded in some little town that seems so cute, until night hits

'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you

my lover is wearing the same costume as you and i can't tell the difference but i'm pretty sure it's them i'm fucking in this closet...pretty sure

confessing to a murder via a silly little ghost story around a campfire (but someone reads through the lies)

how far would you go for love? for the one you love?

in a past life you were the cause of my death so i'm here to exact revenge now that i've found you

we're at a fun little horror movie reenactment except people are really dying

we tried to make this writing challenge as fun and very 'choose your own adventure-like' as much as possible because we know how hard it is to stay motivated when doing these things.

so please feel free to use any and all of the prompts, tropes, kinks, etc as you wish. we're just super excited to see what ya'll come up with!!

so good luck and stay slutty spooky <3