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bedbellyandbeyond · 11 months

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You’re A Dad Now

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“Gods, what have I gotten myself into…” Asger had been living at the German APID facility for a few days now. They accommodated him with his own single room while Tand and kids were in a separate quad room. Korsy was working on paperwork to move them to the Canadian APID branch, but in the meantime, he and Dusty had other work to do, so Asger and the Dark Realmers would hang out here for some time. It was a big change for Tand and his kids. Living in the dim dark woods for so long, where the sun never rose, they were having a hard time adjusting to all the light in this realm. They constantly kept the overhead lights off in their room, with just the night stand lamps on, and barely left, so Asger made a point of bringing them their meals from the cafeteria to their door. Tand didn’t seem to like having him around but had accepted him as their Earth Realm guide, and the kids loved him, so he would hang out with them for a few hours each day. He would go out on occasion and buy them clothes and toys, and the kids had some fun learning how to do up buttons and zippers. Finding them shoes was difficult as their feet were different in that they were digitigrade and long, so he figured something more custom would have to be figured out later. Now a couple days in, Dr Vermeulen had the results of Tand’s blood test and speculations were confirmed.

Tand was pregnant. When they tried to do an ultrasound though, he became very uncomfortable, and it had to be postponed until later. His blood results, however, returned positive for anemia and several nutritional deficiencies. His health would need close monitoring for a while and more blood work soon to see if his new diet helped in these areas. For now, his pregnancy would be considered high risk until his health improved and an ultrasound could be properly done. “So, it’s like you’re a dad now,” Korsy commented. He and Dusty had come to check up on Asger’s situation and were having lunch with him out at a restaurant. “But I’m not their father, and Tand hates me, and I’m starting to think I should have never interfered with them at all,” Asger said. “I mean, yeah, probably,” Korsy admitted. “It wasn’t your place to tell them what’s best for them. Plus, you knew you weren’t allowed to take anything from the rift.” “Now hold on,” Dusty said puffing his chest. “I disagree. Sure, Tand and the children were surviving out there, but they weren’t living. And yes, he managed to get through three pregnancies on his own, but there’s always risk to it, and who knows if he would survive a fourth without medical assistance. If things went wrong, those children could be left all alone to fend for themselves. They’d never survive. You’re doing the right thing.” Asger lowered his head into his hands. “What do I do now?” “Well, do you want kids? ‘Cause it seems like you have kids,” Korsy said. “They’re Tand’s kids, though,” Asger said. “I can’t just insert myself into their lives.” “You already did,” Korsy said. “And like, be honest with me. Would you really have done all this for them if you didn’t have a little crush?” Asger was taken aback. “What, on Tand?” “Of course, on Tand. Do you think we’re stupid?” Korsy shook his head. “Asger, you’re a prude. I know. But tell me you weren’t a little aroused when that cute guy tried to mate with you in the woods.” “I wasn’t! I mean, I suppose you could say he’s attractive… But I have decency,” Asger said. “I’ve heard enough lies. Dusty. Get a read.” Dusty shook his head. “I don’t need a read. He’s completely smitten.” Asger blushed and shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Also, I don’t appreciate my cousin making light of someone trying to force themselves on me.” Korsy sighed. “Okay, fair. Sorry about that. I’m sure it was scary.” “It was. I had it under control, but still…” Asger complained. “Anyway, they’re your responsibility now,” Korsy said. “Anything beyond the rift is the responsibility of the dark elves, and as a dark elf yourself, this family is your responsibility. Regardless of your exile.” “Jag vet… But what good can I do when I’ve betrayed Tand’s trust?” Asger asked. “Honestly, I think he understands what you’re trying to do for them, he’s just stubborn,” Dusty said. “And you can’t blame him for being cautious. He’s been alone a long time. Where are those kids’ other parents? And the doctor said he’s still young. Where are his parents, hm?” Asger felt sick to his stomach now, thinking once again about the young Tand, having kids all by himself. “I don’t even know if he wanted to have kids in the first place… He shows some signs of resentment towards them. He was even ready to let them go with us without him before.” “You said his species mates every time they meet up because they’re so few in number and live separately,” Korsy said. “But is that something he knew inherently, or was that something someone told him to justify taking advantage of him?” “I…don’t want to think about that right now. I’m losing my appetite,” Asger said. “Have you talked to your mother since all this?” Dusty asked. “Yes… I had a call with her yesterday,” Asger sighed. “She has…mixed feelings. I think she's proud of me for helping, but rather upset about my exile.” “That's your dad's fault, not yours,” Dusty said. “He's such an asshole…” “As strict as my father can be, I did break the rules at the end of the day,” Asger admitted. “Such rules are not made without reason. We know far too little about Mörkret. It is only reasonable to fear the other side.” “But Tand and the kids are dark elves, right? They deserve to be here,” Dusty said. “I still can't confirm that they are elves,” Asger said. “You haven't checked their mark?” Korsy asked. “The dark elf mark isn't in a very conspicuous place, you know,” Asger reminded. “It's not like I can go around dropping people's pants.” “Didn't you say Tand dropped his pants for you?” Korsy asked. “Should've seen it then.” “I'm sorry, but searching his inner thigh was the last thing I wanted to do in that moment!” Asger defended. “I mean, he literally wanted you to give him attention down there anyway…” Korsy retorted. “Not everyone's like you, Korsy,” Asger said. “I can't just lose my dignity for anyone who offers.” Korsy shrugged. “Your loss…” “You did the right thing,” Dusty assured. “And anyway, we don't know if Tand really wanted to sleep with you or if he was just doing it to get it over with.” Asger frowned. “Yeah…” Korsy raised an eyebrow at his cousin's reaction. “You dog, you.” Asger sat up straighter. “Excuse me?” “You really do have a crush on Tand.” Asger huffed. “Have some respect.” “You didn't say no.” Korsy curled his lips. “You don't want to just be another John, you wanted him to want you.” “Stop.” “You wanted him to find you handsome and charming. Heroic, even.” “You don't know what you're saying.” “You want to hold his hand. You want him to kiss you.” Asger suddenly flushed, remembering those gentle lips on his own. “…” Dusty’s eyes widened. “…Did you kiss him?” “No…” Asger shook his head. “He kissed me. But just to get me in the mood…” “Were you in the mood?” Korsy asked. “Definitely not,” Asger said. “We are not discussing this further.” “Okay, okay. Sheesh.” Korsy had mostly finished his food so he leaned back in his chair and stretched. He paused when he noticed a sly look on Dusty's face, his lips curling devilishly. “What?” “Nothing,” Dusty said, waving it off. “If you have something to say…” Asger lead. “Well…” Dusty propped his chin up. “I was just thinking it must run in the family.” “What?” Asger asked. Korsy rolled his eyes. “Don't encourage him…” Asger raised an eyebrow. “I'd like to know what your friend here has to say.” “It just seems you boys both have a knack for suppressing your feeling,” Dusty said. “You could benefit from being a bit more open.” “I am open,” Korsy said. “I’m an open book! I tell you a lot of things!” Dusty shrugged. “Your book might be open, but you have pages torn out.” “My pages are perfectly intact,” Korsy rebuked. “Alright. Tell me about your pregnancy scare,” Dusty said. Korsy faltered. “I… Well…” “Pregnancy scare?” Asger asked. “You got someone pregnant?” “No, a scare's a scare,” Korsy corrected. “No one got pregnant. And I don’t talk about it because it's not my place to talk about it, you know? It involves another person. People deserve privacy…” “Fine. What's your father's full name?” Dusty asked. “Uhh… Günther Larsen Korsgaard,” Korsy recalled. “Don't ever call him that. Only my mother and his mother could call him that.” “What was your mother's name?” Dusty asked. Korsy tensed a little. “Gesine.” “Tell me about her,” Dusty said. Korsy forced himself to relax. “She was lovely. Bravest person I ever met. She loved cinnamon and collecting animal skulls.” “How did she pass away?” Korsy immediately clammed up. “How did you lose your leg?” Dusty pressed. Korsy stayed silent. “That's enough,” Asger said. “My farster's accident is a sore spot for the entire family. We do not speak easily of it.” “So it was an accident?” Dusty picked out. “I said that's enough,” Asger ordered. “We get your point. Leave it alone.” Dusty waved his hands in front of him. “Sorry. I'll drop it. I can get carried away.” Asger sighed. “I should get back to Tand and the kids. I was going to show them their first movie.” “Ooh, what movie?” Dusty asked. “I'm not sure yet… I'm between Pippi and Moomins.” “Oh, hard decision,” Korsy said, suddenly all chatty again. “But you have to go with Pippi, right? Make your Swedish side proud.” “You're right, it has to be Pippi,” Asger said. “I can show them the Moomins later.” “Wait, Pippi? Like Pippi Longstockings?” Dusty asked. “Pippi Langstrumpf. You know the show?” Asger asked. Dusty nodded quickly. “I watched the show with Dante when I was a kid! She's Swedish?” “Of course! They showed her in Canada?” Asger asked, astounded. “The animated show was actually a Canadian/German/Swedish collab aired around the world,” Korsy informed, checking is phone. “I watched it as a kid in Canada too.” “And here I thought the rest of the world did not know her marvel. I'll be choosing one of the live action films, however,” Asger said. He pushed out his chair, and placed some cash on the table to cover his meal. “Still, I should get to it.” “I'm sure the kids are going to love it,” Dusty said. “Tand too! I can’t imagine he’s seen anything like that.” “I'd ask to come watch with you, but I got some work to do before bed,” Korsy said. “Work?” Dusty asked. “Aren't we off for today?” “You are. I have to do some rescheduling since our elven detour,” Korsy said. “We're gonna have to do some doubling back tomorrow…” “Boo…” Dusty pouted. “Well, it's not late enough to call Grey yet, so I'm gonna see if I can find him a souvenir.” “Sounds like a plan. So, I can get the waiter to bring you the bill?” Korsy said directly to Dusty. “Me?” Dusty frowned. “You were serious about that?” “Yep. I’ve bought every meal since we got here and you don’t need to eat,” Korsy said. “I should’ve never told you that…” Dusty said pouting. “Fine.” He started to pull out his wallet. Asger chuckled and put a couple more bills on the table. “I’ll get it this time. Don’t worry.” “Hey! No! You shouldn’t be paying for shit,” Korsy said. “He needs to learn.” “It’s fine, I have plenty of funds,” Asger said. “Yeah, but you’re out of the job now, so you should be saving,” Korsy said. Asger started backing away. “I’m leaving. What’s on the table is on the table.” “So chivalrous,” Dusty said, smiling coyly. “Korsy, you could learn something from your cousin.” “I’ve literally paid every bill until now!” “Okay, okay. Calm down, big boy.” “You’re all too much.”

#lore #Asger #Dusty #Korsy #Tand #implied mpreg

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fatbiscuit · 6 months

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Lunar Plush AU Part Two. This is the second chapter of a collaborative AU with Ultimawolffox.

Part Two: Trouble

It has been a couple of days since I first met Lunar. So far, he seems like a generally nice guy to be around. I do not claim to know a lot about what goes on except for the bits of information Lunar tells me, but what I do know is that Lunar cares enough to look after and talk to me.

Most days are fairly chill and monotonous, but something feels different today. I don’t know what is causing me to be on edge so I just try to entertain myself while I wait for Lunar to come back.

I started to hear voices coming from outside. Normally hearing talking would be expected, only I did not recognize the voices and they seemed to be yelling.

I decide to hide near the walls of the entrance. I do not think that anybody from outside of the room can see me, and I figure that if someone bad did enter the room I would be right next to the exit.

Lunar came running in from outside the room. He seemed terrified and hid inside of his beanbag fort and blocked the entrance which did not help to ease the tension I was already feeling.

Soon the individual responsible for the distress followed Lunar in, and from the brief descriptions that I had received from Lunar I could tell that the trespasser was Bloodmoon. I was about to try running to hide in the other room, but I couldn’t. I realized something bad. Lunar did not like to talk about Bloodmoon, but whenever he did talk about him (or them, since there were two personalities), it was never anything good. If Bloodmoon was here, he was surely going to cause trouble for Lunar. I can not just run knowing he is in trouble, so I stay in hiding.

Bloodmoon looks around the room a bit before, but it does not take him long to notice the fort. He tries to get Lunar out of the fort but thankfully it was surprisingly secure. I suppose Lunar was always scared that someone might try to capture him. I guess, unfortunately, he was right.

After a while of Bloodmoon trying to break the fort I start thinking that maybe Bloodmoon will give up. Bloodmoon, unable to break the fort, started to look around the room. I do not know what it is he is looking for, I start to wonder if he even knows.

I only realize what he was looking for when it was too late, or more accurately who.

While Bloodmood was looking in my direction he said, “Lunar, if you don’t come out, then I guess I will just have to play with your toy all by myself.” He seemed to be looking directly at me. I was trying to hide near the entrance, but it seems like it was just not good enough.

I hear Lunar start to protest and yell for Bloodmoon to stop. His protests draw Bloodmoon’s attention away from me.

This is my chance to escape, only I don’t. I don’t really think when I decide to attack him, I just hope that the element of surprise will be enough to turn the tides in my favor. Unfortunately, I am no match for Bloodmoon and as soon as he gets a firm grasp on me I start to suffocate. The last thing I can hear is Lunar’s voice cry out.

When I come to my senses I realize that I am now somewhere strange, somewhere different. As I try to figure out where I am and why I see him, Bloodmoon. I can feel a chain tied to me, so it appears that I am trapped with nothing to do. Well, nothing to do but wait for him to notice me, which does not take long.

Bloodmoon turns back to look at me and says, “Good morning feisty little thing!”

I can’t help but stare. I have so many questions at the moment, mainly how to escape, but also why was I here in the first place.

“Are you very much awake?!” another voice yells, I suppose it must be the other Bloodmoon.

I am unsure what to do, but Bloodmoon stares at me uncomfortably until I finally blurt out, “What is this? Why am I here? What-“

Blood moon interrupts, “Oh this, this is your new home.”

“Why,” the other voice explained, “because we are bored.”

I am unsure what I was expecting, but that was not it. My mind started to racing and I asked, “What about Lunar?”

“Why should Lunar get all the fun?!” the second voice exclaimed.

“We are a lot more fun, you will see!” the first voice agreed. “We had Ruin make you a cooler outfit, and we can even teach you how to kill!”

I looked and sure enough I was wearing an outfit of a similar design to Bloodmoon. Well, it is not like there is anything else I can do at the moment.

It seems like, for the moment, I am under new management.

#Lunar Plush AU

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mashedpotittiess · 2 years

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Seance Season 3

Chapter 3: Strength be in thee

It’s been SO LONG SINCE I UPDATED AND I’M SO SO SORRY, I had a ton of life events happen and I hope to once again start writing regularly as I have so many plans for Seance Season, Arrangements and other upcoming fics!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Afab Reader. May have other BTS members paired with reader but that hasn’t been decided yet

Summary: You repeatedly told yourself you did not have Magick. But one evening has you fearing for what you’re starting to become. In the middle of all of that, you have this pull to Jungkook that you both can’t quite explain. This new season of your life is Seance Season. Will you come out the same person?

Words: 9,700+

Rating: PG13-M’ish. Some Sexual scenarios but not the full Snex.

Genre: Magick, Witch au. Fluff, Angst and Smut. Slight Horror.

Tags/Warnings: Strong mentions of Magick and spells. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the idea of wicca and anything of the sort as certain remedies and ‘spells/chants’ are in fact real to some. Drinking. Fighting. Blood. Destruction. A man harms y/n. Horror to some degree. Extremely religious folk be wary. A fight scene and some gore.

Pls excuse if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I don’t really have a beta or anyone to scan for anything like that <3

Fic Inspired Playlist that I highly recommend while you read each chapter as they set the mood. Link is here.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5MtUQrFY03hPtVdVQiGszw?si=2b203cfc1c1a46e7

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad @mwitsmejk @ggukkieland

To be added to the taglist of this fic or all of my fics lmk through comments or dm’s c:

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Not a word was shared as you quickly took the bag from the side on the floor and practically ran to the bathroom to not only change but to clean up the wetness you knew your little grinding session had caused.

Stuffing your panties that you had tried to wash off in the sink into an inside pocket of your bag, you threw your hair up and sent a prayer to The Goddess that Jungkook wouldn’t be in your room when you left the comfort of your bathroom. Not wanting to deal with a possible talk of what had just happened.

To your delight the dark haired man had seemed to have already joined your parents downstairs as no traces of him being there in the first place were seen. Slapping the palms of your hands over the apples of your cheeks to hopefully calm you down and get your ‘shit together’ you slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way out of your room to the delicious smells and murmured talking coming from the kitchen.

Avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, you returned the calls of Good Morning from both of your parents with your own semi grumbled ‘morning’.

You set to work on fixing your plate full of fresh cut fruits, scrambled eggs, crispy maple bacon and a thick piece of toast. Jungkook had been sitting next to your father engaged in conversation that had seemed to preoccupy him, Thank the Diety's.

A shallow knock was heard followed by someone letting themselves in. You almost spit the piece of toast you were crunching between your teeth when a pair of arms wrapped around the back of your chair and pulled you into a tight embrace.

A slew of coughs was made from your throat earning a mumbled apology from Taehyung. Despite the small sting in your throat as the crusty pieces of bread stuck to the back of your esophagus you welcomed Tae and Joon’s company, engaging in friendly conversation with them rather fast over your plates of breakfast.

The thick cut crispy bacon was almost enough to make you moan as you happily savored the flavor. “Jin’s serious about moving, he already sent me like 3 possible living options last night.” Namjoon chuckled. A small whine was heard as you sat your chin on your palm. “I know he is. You guys know I love you and I understand your worry but I don’t want to be a burden.” Namjoon set a large warm palm over your shoulder and you felt the care in his eyes. “You’re never a burden and you know damn well if it was any of us, you’d not only do the same thing but your ass would hop in the car with them and not let them out of your sight”. He was right and you could do nothing but nod in response.

“Thanks for breakfast Mrs. y/l/n.” Taehyung exclaimed with a hug to your mother who had been beaming at him and Namjoon who had helped clean the dirty dishes as you and Jungkook cleared the table in silence.

“You all are more than welcome! You know you’re welcome here anytime.” Your mom smiled happily. Jungkook had followed the boys out of the house with your bags in tow to pack up the car.

An arm was wrapped around your shoulder as you watched the dark haired man from the front porch of your parents house. “He’s a pretty good man from what I can tell.” The signature scent of your mothers perfume invaded your nostrils as you nodded. “I’m thankful for his help.”

“You know y/n, you’re single and have been for a little bit and well it seems as if he’s available.” Your eyelids closed before you could roll your eyes. “Mom please stop, I’d rather not talk about my lack of romance with you and oh my god! mom he’s coming this way please hush.” You pleaded with the woman in front of you who had looked as if she was suppressing a chuckle.

“Jungkook thank you for bringing y/n and helping her. Not only are we in your debt but know you are welcome here anytime.” Returning a handshake and half hug from your father, Jungkook then turned to your mother who had pulled him into a hug as her many bracelets jingled together.

“I can’t thank you enough, please contact us with anything you may need or if anything comes up. Also, pay y/n no mind when she’s grumpy, she’s just a hard shell to crack.” A large smile was spread across Jungkooks cheeks which showed his bunny-like teeth and made him look as if he was a child.

Your mothers arms moved to wrap around your shoulders and you returned the warm embrace as your father joined the hug. “I gave a few bags of herbs, incense, crystals and other Magick goodies. I know this is all scary to you but if you could try and hone into your power and study the craft maybe it will help you. We love you baby, please stay in touch and if you need us you bet your bum we will close up shop and break many speed limits to get to you. Let me know when you get home ok?”

An I love you and an ok left your lips as small tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Pulling from the embrace you willed your legs to take you to the sleek car that Jungkook had currently been sitting in to give you your time with your parents.

The car ride had been awkwardly silent at first but after a stop for coffee you both seemed to engage in small comfortable conversations of your favorite drink choices. It was almost as if what had happened in the morning had been forgotten which left you thankful yet a little disappointed as Jungkook hauled your bag over the cushions of your couch.

“I know you probably want your time alone but call me if you need anything okay? I just sent you a text with my home and work address if for any reason you need them. Hobi and I go way back and I know how much of a good guy is, so if for some reason you need time off from work or just need to blow off steam, tell him. It isn’t my story to tell but he is aware of Magick and can be a person you can talk to about it.” Jungkook had offered to stay again but you said you needed time to be alone and made sure to thank him profusely for his kindness and help.

As you walked the taller man to your door you bid him goodbye with a small wave. The click of the deadbolt locking in place gave you a small bit of comfort, from what you weren’t sure. The mention of Hobi knowing of Magick came as a small shock to you. He didn’t have power, that much you could tell. But a small smile spread over your lips at the possibility of being able to talk to someone else about Magick until your best friends came to the city, someone who hadn’t set your insides aflame every time you thought of him.

The smell of Frankincense and Dragons Blood Resins invaded your nostrils as you opened one of the canvas bags your mother had sent you with. You didn’t want to dwell on everything that had happened recently so you connected your favorite spotify playlist to your Home Speaker Device and got to work on organizing everything your mother had given you.

A forkfull of spaghetti noodles was shoveled into your mouth as you texted Jin back when he sent you a list of simple charms and spells he felt you should have a try at. The tang of marinara was just what you needed when dinner time came around and what better meal to have than spaghetti?

You had placed several small warding charms on the window’s of your apartment and a large piece of purple Lepidolite now sat on your nightstand in hopes of keeping the nightmares at bay despite Jin and your mother telling you nothing would stop the dreams as they were part of you, not a curse or something to ward. But the thought of having such items in your home gave you a small semblance of peace. If they didn’t help with your nightmares and new found power, then maybe they would help against the man who attacked you in the alley.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep slumber. The blankets curled around your body like a cocoon and the scent of lavender soothed your mind.

Eyes fluttering open to the sound of nearby construction, you momentarily thanked the Goddess, for your sleep had been peaceful and nightmare-less.

Pulling your hair up into a haphazard bun, you got to work on making your morning coffee. The smell of the beans wafted throughout the kitchen and your plate of toast and jam clicked against the table as you sat down to enjoy your breakfast.

Your fingers felt pruney after you finished washing the minimal dishes you had had in the sink after your breakfast and the couch cushions caressed your bottom as you enjoyed the already late morning.

The chime of your phone signaling you had gotten a text message brought you out of your mid after noon nap.

Jungkook : Hello, I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing? Any nightmares or issues today?

A small smile crept over your face as you read the message, your thumbs tapping away at the screen. It was sweet of him to check on you. For such an intimidating looking male, he truly acted like a sweetheart sometimes.

Y/n : Hey! I actually did sleep pretty amazing if I say so myself. I’ve gotten to enjoy my day off.

Jungkook : Thats great (: Do you work tomorrow?

Y/n : I do, I go in at 9. Did you work today?

Jungkook : I did a little bit of delegating at the office but nothing serious. Maybe I’ll stop by Lennons tomorrow, I’m sure Jimin will want a drink after work.

Y/n : Ooooh fun fun. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow then.

Jungkook : Enjoy the rest of your day y/n and remember if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to text or call.

Texting a quick thank you, you sat up and tossed your phone onto the cushions next to you. The light of your room illuminated the space as you corralled any dirty clothing that had needed to be washed. You had been fortunate that your apartment had a washer/dryer combo in the unit.

A stream of lavender scented fabric softener entered the small space marked ‘softener’. With a gentle push of your index finger against the start button, the machine started with a low hum and a short rotation.

The sizzle of your cut chicken breast cooking in the pan sounded throughout the kitchen as you got to work making a quick and filling salad. Lana Del Rey’s crooning vocals covering ‘season of the witch’ had you swaying to the beat.

You’ve got to pick up every stitch

Adding a pinch of paprika to your sizzling chicken, you watched as the spice sprinkled the poultry with a beautiful color.

Must be the season of the witch

A sharp pang resounded in your temples causing you to grip the kitchen counter between your outstretched hands. Your eyes shut tight as the pain radiated, making your head pound.

Visions of an old shed situated in a field of dying grass fluttered beneath your lashes. The silhouette of a woman running through the field was blurry but you could clearly make out her form. She looked terrified but suddenly came to a halt seemingly staring something or someone down. You could see her expression turning stone like before she smiled so radiantly you swore it was like the sun itself. Her hands shot out in front of her as a beam of blinding light was cast before you and suddenly the pain ceased and the vision was gone, your closed eyes only meeting darkness.

Your eyes slowly opened and you felt tears prickling the corners of your eyes. You’d hadn’t recognized the woman but there was something familiar in the way she smiled, a beautiful strength in her eyes.

Turning the knob on your stove before the chicken could burn, you wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. Questioning what just happened could be put on hold for later, for now you just wanted to eat. You had had enough questions and life changing realities lately and today was the first day that truly felt normal and you intended on keeping as much of that as you could.

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Shoveling mouthfuls of cinnamon toast crunch into your awaiting mouth, your thumb hovered over the screen of you cellphone as the device dinged, signaling a notification.

Hoboss Man: Hey y/n, I was wondering if you could come in earlier tonight? about an hour earlier. There’s going to be a live band tonight and they are sure to draw a big crowd so i need help pre-making mixes and making sure we are stocked up on the necessities.

Y/N: Of course! I’ll be there (:

Hoboss Man: TY TY TY Y/N!

You smiled as you set your bowl on the drying rack near the sink and made your way to your living area. A few episodes of Criminal Minds sounded really good right now.

Time passed by faster than you thought it would; with television episodes and texts from your best friends to keep you busy, you hurriedly jumped up from the couch realizing you had a little over an hour and a half before you needed to get to work.

You fluffy robe hugged your body as you got to work on blowdrying your hair. The lavender and argan oil in your styling products smelled divine as you pulled your now dry hair back and set to work on your makeup for the night.

Opting for a neutral soft smokey eye, you created a thin yet long wing with your liquid liner and coated your lashes in waterproof mascara before plopping a pair of lashes atop. A good amount of waterproof and anti-humidity setting spray later, you coated your lips in a honey colored lip gloss and popped them together to make sure they weren’t sticky.

Your eyes switched from the left to the right as you eyed the two outfits laid on on your bed. If it’s busy it might get too hot for velvet you thought as you nodded and placed the black velvet dress back on its hanger and into your closet.

Pulling the medium washed denim dad jeans over your legs, you fiddled at the button and watched as the black fishnets showed under the big holes situated on your thighs, shins and under your butt. The cropped black tank top ended just above your belly button and the lacing on the back pulling the top together was surprisingly easy to tie up, the black lace of your bralette showed under the back of the top but you didn’t care.

Short combat boots fit snugly over your socks and completed the outfit. Pulling an oversized denim jacket over your body, you threw your cellphone in your small crossbody bag and made sure to lock your door on your way out.

A crowd had already formed at the side of the building when you got there and you had to pull your phone out of your bag to tell Hobi to let you in.

“Y/n thank you once again for coming in early. How are you?? Jungkook kind of told me you were going through something and that you may need to talk to me.” Pulling away from the big hug he enveloped you in you smiled at the sunshine-like man.

“I’m okay, I just.. it feels like my life has truly been set upside down but i’m slowly coming to terms with the changes. I just hope tonight can be fun and busy so I won’t have to think about myself or my life or anything really.” Hoseok was tempted to ask if you were sure you didn’t want to talk about it but he didn’t want to push it, so with a small nod he led you behind the bar so you could set your stuff down.

Twenty minutes until the bar would start letting patrons in and you were standing there quite proud of yourselves. Between you and hobi, you had restocked all the domestics and IPA’s, made 3 bottles of simple syrup, various fruit syrups and additives you needed for mixed drinks, Pre-mix for margaritas and had the different types of ice ready for cocktails.

The crowd was being ushered in by the bouncers while you wiped down the top of the bar and Hoseok started placed various shaped glassware to your left in preparation of the ordered to come.

The dance floor was expanded to a bigger than usual size for tonight, some tables being taken to the back to make room. A mix of soft RnB and acoustic rock sounded over the speakers as the bands staff got to work setting up the stage.

Sienna enveloped you in the biggest hug when she came in for her shift and you smiled against her taller form. “HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?? I missed you. I was worried about you but Hobi said you just had some things to deal with back home.” After assuring her that you were in fact alright she pulled you in for another hug before going to her usual tables to take orders. It may have only been around 7pm on Friday but the place was busy as you watched Sienna, Katrina and Brenda flitter across from table to table. A busboy brought freshly washed glassware and placed them in rows behind you.

Nearing 10pm, the heat of the bodies packing the bar was getting to you, with a shrug of your shoulders, you draped your denim jacket over one of the dressing hooks. A cheer from the crowd was heard as the band started walking out onto the stage. The opening thumps of the drums followed by the strums of the bass set into a rhythm.

Shoving your bottle opener back into your back pocket, you placed the ice filled bucket of coronas onto the awaiting tray and smiled as Sienna sauntered off to deliver them.

Your head nodded to the music as you filled two glasses of whiskey and handed them over to the awaiting customer. Hobi emptied the tip jars into a larger container behind the counter and placed them back on the bar. One of the busboys was called over to help with the draft beer selection while you and hobi set to work of various mixed drinks and shots.

Wiping the sweat from your brow with the towel set over your shoulder you took a sip of your iced cold water bottle.

“Two frozen strawberry margaritas, one mojito and two lemon drops please” A brunette woman called out as she squeezed between the awaiting patrons. Nodding you accepted the cash from her outstretched hand and lined up your glassware by the two blenders. A squirt of strawberry syrup, a few frozen strawberries, some margarita mix and tequila was poured into each blender and you watched as the colored turned a delicious deep pinky red shade. Topping each glass with a few sliced strawberries you then got to work muddling the mint and sugar for the mojito. Placing each drink down in front of the brunette you handed her her change only for her to tell you to keep it as a tip. With a thank you, you got to work on your next big order.

At around one the band announced this would be their last song. You quite liked how busy the night had been and the band sounded amazing but all you wanted to do was get home and step into a steaming hot shower to rinse away all the sweat you felt stick onto your body.

The bass resounded off of the walls and you could feel it in your body as the band put their all into their last song. Hobi thanked the busboy for his earlier help as Sienna came behind the bar to take a sip of her lemonade. “That table over there, yeah the one with the older guy. They tipped me $200 just for two crawfords and a piña colada.” She pointed a bright orange manicured nail to the said table and you clapped your hands against hers. “FUCK YEAH!”.

The final hour was filled with last minute drink orders and Hobi got to work on cleaning up while you handed the last round of drinks to customers. You even met the band as they came to sit at the bar and ordered a few beers after their set.

Handing you a wad of cash, hobi smiled as he announced he would walk you home. The crisp air outside had you clutching your jacket to your frame and you thanked the redhead for walking you home. Bidding Hobi goodbye with a hug, you pulled out your keys from your handbag and headed into your apartment building.

Throwing the cash tips onto your dresser I’ll just count it tomorrow, you peeled off your clothing and practically jumped into the shower after putting your hair into a bun. The almost scalding water felt amazing against your skin as you worked your soap into a lather and rinsed away the grime and smell of smoke from the busy night.

Slipping your fuzzy sweater over your head, you tried your best to avoid it sticking to the moisturizer you had just patted into your face. The scent of patchouli wafted into your nose from the burning incense and your sheets felt like butter against your skin as you laid down.

but don’t forget y/n, through the darkness a simple flame can light the way.

Your alarm blared through the space of your bedroom and your eyes screwed shut as sunlight bled through your curtains. Your comforter felt so fluffy against your limbs as you scrolled through social media.

An hour was spent in bed before you finally decided to haul your body up and to your bathroom. Your morning skincare routine and cold water is what finally woke you up from your groggy state. The cool fabric of the sheet mask over your face felt invigorating as you set to work on making some toast and tomato salad.

With a drizzle of olive oil and a small squeeze of lime you set the prepared tomatoes next to your toast and ate your breakfast while a frantic namjoon chased jin around his room on your cellphone screen.

“y/n tell him to put my modem DOWN!!”. Namjoon stood with his hands on his hips as he huffed out air from his parted lips. “y/n, tell him that he needs to be packing, NOT PLAYING GAMES ALL DAY.” You shook your head as you truly couldn’t believe that in less than two weeks, they would need to be packed and fully ready for the trek to the city.

“Jin be nice and Namjoon, you need to help Jin with the packing.” You smiled as your teeth sunk into a crunchy bit of toast, the tart cherry tomatoes and lime juice coating your tongue.

With another huff, Namjoon put his hands up in a sign of defeat and plopped back down onto his desk chair while you listened to Jin go on about what would need to be done the next few days. Some days you truly loved how meticulous Jin was, but you knew it was exhausting at times having to listen to him drone on and on about how and what he needed and that’s what led you to giving the younger man a sympathy look.

You felt accomplished, you had swept and mopped and tidied up the living room all before your upcoming shift. The hot water from the quick body shower lined away any sweat that accumulated on your skin.

Running the curling iron over your hair, you set the soft curls with hairspray and some hair fragrance. Swaying your hips back and forth to the music coming from your speakers you got to work on your makeup. A bold and smokey cat eye accentuated your eye shape and the deep red lip tint that you wore gave your lips a tantalizing look.

The slick leather of your pants slipped over your legs and you tucked one side of your sheer black button up blouse into the waist, snapping them close with a pop of the button and a pull of the zipper. The strappy lace bra you wore underneath was visible through the material but you took it one step further as you unbuttoned the top three buttons to show off a good amount of the black scrappy undergarment, which had also shown a great amount of cleavage. “Eh it’s Saturday, might as well look good”. You thought and smirked as you spritzed a few sprays of your favorite fragrance. Dabbing a few drops of dragons blood oil behind your ears and on the middle of your neck to help ward off negativity.

With an inhale of the smokey resin oil gracing your skin, you pulled the laces of your chunky heeled boots and tied them tight. You stopped by your kitchen on the way out and paused to mutter words of manifestation.

Tonight would be great, negativity will be banished and danger will not be tolerated nor would it beat you.

The walk to Lennons was filled with crisp evening air and a few catcalls from passing men that you reciprocated with a roll of your eyes, for it was way too early for that.

A slip of your key and the bar was opened to you. Hoseok was dancing with a broom in his hand in the center of the open sitting area to what you recognized as a Justin Bieber track.

I get my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)

I get my weed from California (that’s that shit)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass Bitch)

“I get my light right from the source, yeah YEAH THATS IT.” Hoseok dropped the broom as your voice came out louder than the music he had been immersed in. With a chuckle you set your bag on a hook behind the bar counter. “Dude, you’re such a talented dancer.” Hoseok swept up the debris into the small dust pan and shot his head. “I was just messing around.” Pumping soap into your hand you lathered up your fingers. “Still, if that was just you messing around, I can only imagine how great you truly are. I saw how good you danced with Sienna that night.” The mention of Sienna made his cheeks redden and a soft chuckle to escape his lips causing you to smile with a knowing look in your eyes.

Tonight there would be a DJ serving as the main entertainment for the later hours of the night so if last night had been any indication of how busy it would be you knew you and Hoseok had to get your asses in gear with the prep.

The busboys helped get all the glassware clean and ready and one even helped you align the ingredients for your most popular drinks like margaritas and but Hawaiians.

Guests started walking through the doors slowly but surely around 9 but by 10pm the DJ was setting up and throngs of people filled the space on the dance floor and nearby tables were already being crowded. Orders kept coming in and you thanked the Goddess that Lennons had an amazing air conditioner system.

Hobi sent you on a little lunch break after Sienna got back with some burgers and much needed crispy fries from the restaurant nearby with the words of “GET YOUR ASS SOME FOOD, YOU’LL NEED IT TONIGHT”. Puckering your lips against your beautiful coworkers cheek you thanked her as she placed your bagged order in your hands and practically ran to the back office to scarf down your food as you didn’t want to waste more time than you needed.

Taehyung served as your entertainment while you facetimed him and ate. He gave you insight as to when Jin and Namjoon would possibly be in your city and you chuckled around your burger as he quipped about how Jin truly acted like Namjoons spouse when they argued like an old married couple.

The cheese tasted like heaven on your tongue as you relished the last few bits of your greasy meal. Bidding Taehyung goodbye you cleaned up your mess and shoved your phone in your pocket, accidentally missing the ding signaling a text from Jungkook with the noise of the bustling bar.

As you rounded the corner behind the bar, Hoseok placed an order of martinis and a strawberry daiquiri on the counter and shoved the cash payment in the register, with a thumbs up he quickly ran to the back with his own bag of delicious greasy food.

Glancing at the customers that were sipping on their last dregs on whatever drink was in their glass you got to work on the patrons that seemed to be new and hoped they were easy orders. A busboy by the name of Trent helped you with any glass bottle beer orders and you made a mental note to remind him to take his share of the tips at the end of the night as he had been an immense help while Hoseok enjoy his food.

Flipping the shaker upside-down you strained the cucumber martini mixture into a glass and plopped a sliver of the green vegetable over the rim. A quick rinse and the shaker had been cleaned and ready for your order of royal fuck shots. A cheer resounded as the DJ called out to the crowd that the show was about to begin.

The opening lines of Girls in the Hood sounded over the speakers and you wiggled your hips along to the remixed beat as you ran from customer to customer.

“Four mango mojitos and a round of blue kamikazes please” A man you swore you recognized called out over the music and you took out outstretched $50 bills into the palm of your hand.

Drizzling the blue curaçao into your shaker you lined up your shot glasses with our other hand as you got to work shaking the mixture. The mango margaritas had already been handed to the gentleman and your row of 6 shots was pushed forward towards him as you watched him take the change you had given him and shove it into one of the tip jars.

Hoseok came and joined you as you filled another order and you sighed in relief to have your partner back. The three of you settled into a quick rhythm and you were actually able to sip your water and relax on occasion.

Awhile later a flash of familiar finger tattoos blocked your vision as you set down a mango mango tai and you felt your insides ablaze knowing who the inked hand belonged to.

Your eyes quickly darted up to Jungkooks face and you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips. “Two old fashions” The black haired man called out and you nodded your head. Setting two rocks cubes into the short glasses you poured top shelf bourbon into each glass, watching as the amber liquid glinted from the bart top lighting.

Handing you a credit card he signaled to keep it open and before you could say anything else Hobi had engaged in a conversation with him.

It was nearing 1am and the dance floor was packed with writhing bodies as the heavy bass thrummed against your chest and the vibrations were felt against each glass you set down. The lights were turned to a mixture of red and pink and gave off a very sensual look.

“You should go dance with him y/n” You had been wiping down your shakers and bottle openers when Hobi’s voice was heard close by. “hmm? who?” for a second you truly didn’t know what or who the red head was talking about. “Don’t play dumb y/n, he’s been staring at you ever since he got here”. With a sway of his hand he signaled towards the man who set your insides aflame.

“But it’s a busy night an-“ You were quickly cut off “No no, Trent and I have the bar covered and we’re abut to close up soon so just go enjoy yourself a little, you need it.” You chewed your lip before finally placing your tools down and poured yourself a tequila shot, flipping Hoseok off at him chuckling at your need for liquid courage.

You patted your partners shoulder and quickly glanced at the crowded but maintained bar as you le your feet take you to the VIP table that Jungkook had been lounging at. His amber eyes shot up sensing your presence and a soft chuckle was heard from who you recognized as Jimin.

“Hey.” An awkward smile graced your lips as you instantly regretted listening to Hoseok but before you could make an excuse for your visit to the table or make your way back, Jungkooks melodious voice called out. “Hey, have a seat. I didn’t want to bother you while you were working earlier but i’m glad Hobi hyung let you come over and have a break.” Flashing his eyes towards the bar you shook your head at the little smirk Hoseok threw your way and you instantly knew they had both cooked this “little break” up and were most likely talking about it earlier.

Scooting over on the plush seating, you situated yourself on the edge near Jungkook. Katrina made her way over in an attempted saunter of her hips and you rolled your eyes Of course she has this table.

“Did you gentleman need anything else? Y/n aren’t you supposed to be working?” Her lips may have been smiling but her words were laced with sarcasm. To your surprise it wasn’t you nor Jungkook who answered, but Jimin. “She’s allowed a break and we asked her to come over to our table, but that’s hardly your concern. If you can get us two more old fashions and whatever y/n wants, Thanks.” His light grey eyes twinkled as they formed into cresent moons with his smile and the giggle you gulped down was extremely hard to hide.

“Mojito please and a bottle of water.” With a slight stomp that was reminiscent of a child having a tantrum, Katrina worked her way to the bar.

You had been in a conversation with Jerrod and Jimin when you felt your body sway to the music.

Jungkook had noticed your hips sway and he couldn’t help but down his drink needing to see you move more freely and not constrained by the seating. “Would you like to dance?” A deep voice was heard against the shell of your ear and you bit your lip with a nod. Scooting off of your seat you took a few big gulps of your refreshing mojito and took the outstretched palm into yours that was leading to the packed dance floor.

Your hips swayed to the beat and Jungkook’s palm found the back of your hips, pulling you in close.

You’re such a fucking hoe, I love it

Curling your fingers around his neck you felt the silk of his black collared shirt beneath your fingertips. He had been so close you swore you could feel his breath against your forehead as you looked down at your bodies grinding against one another.

You know you like it more, I love it

Turning your body around you swayed your hips and ass against his front and smiled as his hands practically dragged you closer to him with a hard grip around your hips. Throwing your head back against his shoulder, your hair swung and you reached behind you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

Closing your eyes you let your body dance to the beat and match the rhythm of the changed song.

The feel of another pair of hands around your waist caused your eyes to shoot open and glance at the person intruding your space.

Eyes meeting ice grey ones you felt yourself calming down a little bit and you cocked your eyebrow at him as he leaned in towards Jungkook before you could question what he was doing.

“Did you feel the presence? Don’t look now but near the alcove on the lefthand side” Jimin’s soft voice became hard as he spoke to the man behind you. Jungkook’s hands stayed planted on your hips and his lips came closer to your ear. “If it’s okay with you, Jimin and I are going to stay in this position with you. Don’t get scared okay? We’ve got you” With a confused nod your eyes tried to find whom Jimin had been talking about but his body literally blocked you from seeing anything.

Closing your eyes once again you focused on the feeling and aura’s of people in the bar, lust and happiness had heavily penetrated the air but a second later you felt it, something dark and cold void of anything but malice was felt further away and your body visibly shivered.

“Hey hey, relax” Jimin rubbed circles over your round cheek and his touch was soothing almost like the coolest of water streams was grazing your cheek and you briefly wondered if he had been a water conjurer.

A quick text from Jungkooks phone was sent to someone and before you knew it you were being dragged out of the bar by both men.

Turning a corner you felt the same dark presence following you as you three made your way to a nearby playground. Both men had their arms around your body, one around your shoulders and the other around your waist as you made your way onto the grass.

You could feel a shied of sorts similar to when the ice conjurer had attacked you envelop the playground.

“I was simply going out for a little drink but it seems I’v gotten something better.” A deep voice caused you to whip around and face the man that had emitted the malicious presence.

Dark eyes void of anything but cruelty looked into yours and a wide and wicked smile spread across his face. A taller body suddenly blocked your vision of the man and you were pulled against another body from the back.

“What do you want?” Jungkook barked out as the man took a step closer. “A taste of the girl of course, my oh my what an interested specimen! She feels like the darkness but smells like all the good in the world. Girlie dark magic isn’t something you just come by, tell me, where did you get it? Did you offer up a sacrifice? Natural born are not something that is known and our community is well aware of anybody with power. Who are you hmm?” A chuckle escaped his lips s he stepped even closer. “Now now don’t shield her, she feels divine. I suggest you move boy, before I make you.”

The lights from the area all went out shrouding the plagued in darkness and the air became chilling as her advanced on your trio. A tsk was heard as the men with you did not budge at his threat.

Tendrils of smoke curled around your bodies and you could feel something trying to crawl its way out of your own body. Clenching your eyes shut you curled your fists and stabbed at the flesh of your palms with your nails willing it to go away.

The feel of heat licking at your skin caused your eyes to snap open and a literal ring of fire was cast around you three, causing the tendrils to flick back towards their owner.

A nod from Jungkook to Jimin made the two men advance on the intruder. Flames engulfed Jungkook’s forearms and feet as his eyes blazed a bright amber. “A fire conjurer? ooooh i must admit I knew you were a magic holder but I guess I was too caught up in the feel of her presence to sense you. Nevertheless, I’ll eliminate you either way. A wicked glint of teeth shined against the darkness surrounding him.

Obsidian shards pierced up from the ground near Jungkook causing him to leap away and tumble towards the swinger to your right. Predicting where Jungkook would leap to, the man sent an orb resembling a blackhole towards him and Jungkook barely escaped with a front roll. Countering the attack Junkook sent a row of flames towards the intruder and one licked at the mans legs causing him to growl out.

This seemed to anger the man and suddenly his hands and neck were covered in inky black veins, his scleras tuning pitch black. A wall of obsidian shards was sent towards Jungkook who put up a shield of fire but obsidian doesn’t burn its ordinary flame and he was hit by two to his left arm. A hiss leaving him as the shards pierced against his skin.

A teleportation ward was cast and within a blink of an eye the man was closer to Jungkook, his arms shot out and inky black smoke out out from the veins around his hands, hitting jungkook on the left side of his torso and wrapping around his body.

The tendrils squeezed at his body causing him to choke out. You needed to do something and you could feel your body shake. Your veins throb and you could feel your vision blur. A call of your name caused your eyes to snap back towards Jungkooks kneeling figure who had a smile on his face.

Whipping your head around you followed Jungkook’s eyes. Jimin swung his wrist around and a long spear of ice was conjured into the palm of his hand. With a heavy throw, the spear was launched towards Jungkooks attacker. With a quick backwards glance the man narrowly escaped the piercing of the spear, but not without an injury. The blade dug into the flesh of his thigh and struck the ground causing him to be stuck in his spot. With a push of his arms Jungkook’s fingertips turned black and the flame singed against the attackers torso.

With a piercing scream he thrust his body backwards away from Jungkook and ripped his leg from the spear. Another teleportation ward was thrown and his body flashed away from both men. The shrillest of laughs was heard and his body was thrown into a fit of what seemed to be giggling. Claws seemed to form on his right hand as he thrust his fingers into the open wounds and singed flesh Jungkook had attacked him with. Black blood pooled around his hand as he brought his fingers to his face and licked at them.

With a flick of his wrist droplets of blood were sent towards Jimin and shadowed figures sprouted from the ground. Armed with a Sword of ice, Jimin sliced the blade in the air and fought off his attackers that seemed to be taking on a solid form.

The mans calf seemed to almost regenerate itself as an inky red liquid was poured over it. Jungkook stood as his eyes burned red. “You can cast forbidden black flame, you won’t be so easy to kill I see and a dual wielder to top it all off? It seems I underestimated things.” You snapped your head towards Jimin Dual wielder? Sure enough with his other hand Jimin had conjured orbs of water that he had launched toward the shadowy bodies. The orbs seemed to hold each of their bodies in almost a bubble as his sword swung and sliced their heads off.

Whipping your head back to Jungkook, the two engaged in a physical fight, two obsidian daggers clenched in the hands of the dark magic holder and a sword of black flame in Jungkooks right hand.

A clash of what sounded like metal was heard as they attacked and advanced upon the other. The smoke surrounding the man was trust towards Jungkook but his flame burned through the darkness. The smell of blood and signed flesh was pungent and you skin itched and the want to engage in the fight but you were so scared of losing yourself like last time, you needed more practice.

The sound of bone cracking was head as Jungkooks flame fight collided into the side of the mans and a piecing howl curse from his lips. Thowing his body over Jungkooks, the man wrapped his hand around Jungkooks throat and muttered a chant as smoke filled Jungkooks lungs and black veins sprouted over over face. The mans face was partially caved in and blood was matted against his skin as the flames had cauterized most of the wounds upon contact. Jungkook could feel his skin crawling as fear took over his form and caused him to almost be physically paralyzed and unable to move. The true power of a holder of dark magic was felt then and there and it scared him to no end.

Running towards his body, you were stopped by a large wall of clear ice seemingly blocking you in makeshift cage. Screaming out at Jimin you saw his form run over to Jungkook before tendrils grabbed at his ankles and he was taken down. Shadow creatures crowded over his body as he tried to fight them off.

Claws broke skin against Jungkook’s throat and he felt himself grow faint. Before he could close his eyes a scream that sounded like his mothers voice but he later realized to be you screaming at Jimin resounded in his ears. Clenching his fists he brought his knees up towards his chest and launched both of his feet towards the man causing him to go backwards. The man’s claws tore at Jungkooks skin as the were forced away from his throat.

Tendrils shot out from all directions and surrounded Jungkook causing you to lose sight of what exactly was going on next to the jungle gym slide jungkook had been lying near. A gruff scream caused panic to flood your chest and you thrust your hands against the crystal clear ice wall causing your dark tendrils to shatter the ice as the wall crumbled down around you.

Running into the darkness you prayed to the Goddess that both Jungkook and Jimin would be safe. Your nails turned into black claws slicing into the skin of your palm as you clenched your fists tightly. Vision clearing as your eyes adjusted to the thick charcoal smoke and you were ready to attack. Before you could launch yourself forward, your eyes rounded at the sight before you. Jungkook had a back flame covered hand thrust into the mans torso and Jimin sliced at his neck with an ice dagger promptly decapitating him.

The ice froze any blood from being able to spurt anywhere and Jungkook’s flame had cauterized the wound just leaving behind a sizable hole. Tendrils and shadows dissipated into the ground and the light from the moon lit the area once again.

“We have to go y/n.” Jungkooks hand curled around your wrist as the mans body slumped backwards. Jimin muttered words over his body and before your eyes it disappeared along with his head. A wave of Jungkooks hand caused the shield to drop and with it all the disarray fixed itself and seemingly went back to normal as if the fight had never happened.

Both men walked with you to your apartment but you had been in too much shock to even realize where you were going until you stood in front of your apartment door. Thanking your stars that you had placed your keys in your pockets that night you fished them out and unlocked the front door with shakes hands and it wasn’t until then that you realized your palms had been bloody.

With a wave of your hand, both men followed you into your home and Jungkook locked the door behind you three, murmuring an enchantment in the process.

“Wha..what the fuck just happened tonight?!” You questioned as your body shook and the sight of the headless man clouded your vision. You were scared but oddly enough satisfied and that scared you. Advancing to your shaking form Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders. “Hey just breath okay? He’s gone and can’t hurt you”. The man in front of you trailed his eyes downwards as he caught a glimpse of your bloodied palms. Jimin happened to notice around the same time as well, his soft voice cutting into the silence that followed “Do you happen to have a first aid kit or perhaps some herbs around?”.

You caught sight of the dirty blonde flittering around the kitchen as Jungkook led you to the sink, a sharp sting following as the cold water made contact with your gashes. Your eyes watched as the crimson water flowed down the sink drain and soon the liquid turned a light pink as most of the blood had stopped surfacing long enough for Jungkook to press a damp washcloth onto both of your palms and press down, the pressure causing your eyes to shut tight with a slight wince.

A tin of the healing poultice you had made was fished from your fridge by Jimin and Jungkook uncovered one of your hands as the slightly shorter gentleman smeared an apple amount onto your left palm, the cold, thick and gel like texture felt soothing against your open skin before a thick wrap of gauze and bandage wrapping was tied around your hand. The process was repeated onto your right palm and a glass of water was presented in front of your lips by Jungkook. “Drink this and then we’ll talk, alright?”. With a slight nod you leaned forward and the rim of the glass was highly brought to your lips, a gently nudge forward caused the liquid to stream down into your mouth with each gulp you took. The cool water felt amazing against the walls of your throat as the screaming from tonight took a toll on your vocal cords.

When you finished your glass of water, hands wrapped around your wrists and brought you to your couch. Your body slumped against the plush cushions and Jimin wrapped the throw that had been hanging off of your seating around your form. Jungkook sighed at the way you three had looked, him and Jimin a lot worse for wear than you physically but emotionally he knew you were once again going through an immense amount of thinking and hardships.

Your eyes had snapped upwards to both men in front of you and it was then that you noticed the blood trailing from Jungkooks open gashes on his throat and his torso which had seemed to be leaking blood into the fabric of his shirt. Jimin has scratches and cuts all over his exposed arms, a few near his neck and a deeper cut her his left collarbone. “You guys need to wash up and we need to treat your wounds before any talking gets done! My palms were nothing compared to the shape you’re both in currently!.

Hands curling around both of their wrists you bit down on your bottom lip to keep your wince at bay but kept on walking them towards your bathroom. “Wash up while I prepare some clothing and items to treat your wounds! I won’t take no for an answer now get to it!” Your voice was strong despite your still fogged brain as you knew no good would come from the guys practically bleeding out onto your wooden floors Okay maybe that was a little overboard but still you thought as you practically shoved the men into your bathroom and shut the door closed before they could protest.

Leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door you shut your eyes for a moment and felt the drag of a large inhale fill your lungs as you heard the water turn on. Now was no time to cry, you knew you needed to get your shit together and be strong, not only to help the guys who helped you but for yourself. You owed it to yourself to be the strong capable person you were and you’d be damned if a psychopath wielder of dark magic would get into your mind!

With a push from the wall behind you by your left foot, you began to get any article of clothing that you had from your best friends together that would hopefully fit the men and folded them into a neat little stack. Eyes closed shut you gently open the door by turning the knob and slid your arm into the small gap you had made to lay the clothing onto where you thought the sink was.

A lights chuckle was heard and you felt the clothes being lifted from your palm causing you to squeak and push the door shut. “It’s fine y/n, I’m still dressed with Jungkook showers.” Jimin’s melodic voice was heard through the bathroom door and you nodded your head despite knowing he couldn’t even see you. “I hope those fit, they might be a little wonky in some areas but they should do, I’ll be in the kitchen when you both are done.” You called out as you rummaged through your cabinets and drawers fishing out some herbs for tea and mugs. You thanked the stars that the poultice and first aid kit had still been out on the counter from merely minutes ago.

You were stirring the steering liquid into three mugs when the sound of the bathroom door opening was heard and footsteps made their way towards you. Once again your eyes met the sight of a half naked Jungkook as he clutched a t shirt in his hands.

With a sheepish glance towards you he opened his mouth to defend why he had been half naked. “I didn’t want to get blood on the shirt before treating my wounds.” Y/n stop staring and realize that this man literally has rivets of blood pooling around the wounds on his neck and a trail has been streaming down his torso. STOP LOOKING AT THE ABS AND WHERE EXACTLY THAT BLOOD IS TRAILING TO.

With a nod of your head you motioned him over with your palm and began gently spreading poultice onto the gash along his torso thanking the Goddess it had been a shallow wound while he held a damp washcloth to his neck.

The wounds on his neck were much deeper and his skin was torn from each claw in a terrible manner. Your brows furrowed as you concentrated on slathering a good amount onto each gash made by claws, Jungkook gripped at the counter behind you as he winced from the pain.

Finishing each wrap of glaze closed with a pin you watched as he pulled the shirt over his head with a wince and you found yourself helping him pull the material down his torso.

A moment passed as you both just stared at each other seemingly trying to ask if the other was okay as Jimin came strolling into the kitchen. Stepping away from Jungkook you took in Jimins cuts and scratches.

There were only two that seemed to still be bleeding and deeper than the others, the first on his left forearm going towards his wrist and the other on his left collarbone going in a crooked line towards his neck.

Slathering your fingers with the ointment you trailed them over each wound, paying special attention to the deeper wounds. Jimin held the collar of the shirt down as you reached up to spread the poultice over the slightly bleeding wound. A shiver racked his body as he felt the cool poultice touch his warm neck. Helping him wrap the deeper wounds you then cleaned up the area with their help.

With a mug of warm tea you each made your way towards your couch and you found yourself sitting between each man. You felt safe despite everything that had just transpired.

“Ready to talk?” It wasn’t either of the mans voices that spoke up, but yours and that shocked them both but the fire in your eyes showed strength as you brought your knees to your chest.

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Thank you so much to those who waited for this chapter and to those who just started reading this series! I hope you enjoyed and ily.

-Potitties

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iladkaren · 2 years

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GRIM LOVE: Chapter II

Pairing: Human!Jeon Jungkook x Grim Reaper!Reader

Summary:

He felt like kicking himself for asking such a stupid question; the answer was obvious. Of course, there was something wrong with him – he was a living, breathing human being. Humans do not fall in love with Grim Reapers.

Chapter I

The moment Jungkook opened his eyes, he was greeted by a white ceiling above him. He groaned when his head began to pound and he moved his hand to rub at it. His eyes slowly blinked open after the painful throbbing subsided slightly and stared into nothingness. He felt a lump in his throat as tears sprang up.

He was in the hospital.

Jungkook sat upright abruptly in bed, feeling like someone had kicked him as his body screamed out at him for sudden movements, and his ribs gave an involuntary flinch. A sob escaped him at that, but he couldn’t stop it. Everything hurt. And there was someone else here with him. There were some soft noises beside him, and he looked over to see who it was. Jimin was sleeping on the couch beside the hospital bed. His hair was messy, he probably hadn't taken care of himself very well.

Jungkook’s chest tightened and he tried not to cry again. This wasn’t fair. All he wanted was to go home. All he ever wanted to do was go home.

Jungkook tried so hard to remember what happened last night. He remembered fighting with some random guys before being knocked down, he remembered struggling to get off the floor.

Then there was blackness, and then…

Glowing eyes. Black suit. Ethereal. Woman. Grim Reaper.

It all came flooding back to him, in excruciating detail. His hands clenched into fists as he let out a shaky breath, the memories making him feel confused than he already did.

Who was she? She was so beautiful.

A tear fell onto his cheek, and another one followed soon after. His face grew wet and hot, and Jungkook didn’t know if it was because he'd been crying or if it was because of something else, but the more it dripped down, the more he thought about that woman.

“Jungkook?” Jimin called from beside him, causing Jungkook to jump slightly. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I…” Jungkook started, looking away. “I want to go home. I’m tired…and cold.”

Jimin nodded. “You’ll be allowed to leave tomorrow morning. But just until then.”

“Why can’t I go now?”

Jimin shook his head. “Your parents will need to hear this first. I doubt you want them to worry any more.”

Jungkook huffed. “Okay, I’ll wait. Is my phone still here?”

Another nod.

They sat quietly together for a while longer before Jungkook spoke up again. “How’d you find me?”

“Someone found you unconscious on the streets,” Jimin answered simply. “They brought you straight here. They said you were really injured badly.”

Tears prickled Jungkook's eyes, but he forced himself to hold them back.

“What happened to you, Jungkook?” Jimin asked, almost hesitantly. “I mean…who would want to hurt you?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess they just…wanted my soul.”

Jimin's brow creased as he studied Jungkook’s expression. Jungkook could only shrug once again.

“And you were crying,” Jimin said softly, leaning closer to look at his friend. “You never cry, Jungkook.”

“Oh.” Jungkook sniffed as his heart rate spiked uncomfortably. “That sounds stupid.”

“No no, it doesn’t. It sounds real,” Jimin responded. “Are you okay? What was it that…”

“Nothing happened, I swear,” Jungkook interrupted, cutting Jimin short.

“Alright. You sure?”

“Yes. Nothing happened.”

Jimin sighed. He seemed reluctant to believe Jungkook’s words, which made Jungkook feel bad. He knew it was stupid to tell Jimin right now that he met the Grim Reaper. Jimin was scared enough already, and if he saw what the Grim Reaper really looks like, he'd definitely freak out. He didn't even dare think what Jimin would do in that situation.

“Well,” Jimin said finally. “Just rest for now. You should try to take a nap too, since your injuries aren’t fully healed yet.”

“Okay. Thanks, hyung.”

Jimin smiled softly at him. “Of course.” Then he stood up. “Rest well, Kookie.” He said before leaving.

“Will do.”

As he lay awake that night trying not to think, Jungkook found himself replaying last night’s events in his mind again and again, trying to figure out why he had met the Grim Reaper last night. It was all too much to take.

’You’re meant to die today.’

Those words echoed inside his head over and over, like a broken record. Why didn’t he die today? If anything, he should be happy. The universe was giving him a second chance, and he was supposed to take it. He should be able to live his life to the fullest. Shouldn't he be grateful? Instead, he feels sad. Sad, lonely. Lonely and broken. He hates it.

He could not get her out of his thoughts. Every time he closes his eyes and sees those golden eyes staring directly at him, he sees her lips moving, saying something that sounded like a threat, telling him to “sleep”. Her voice echoes in his ears, like an echo of his own thoughts, telling him not to listen. He tries desperately to ignore it, but he keeps seeing her everywhere. In the corner of his eye. In the corner of his hospital room. Watching him. Always watching him. As if he is the most interesting thing in the world.

It was not infatuation. Yes, definitely not infatuation. That was too ridiculous. He was simply intrigued, that was all, nothing more. He was curious. She was fascinating. No, not fascinating, but intriguing. That was a better description. Intriguingly beautiful was too obvious. She was captivating. The word captivating did not come to mind. The only adjective he could use to describe her was mysterious.

There was no way he was crushing on the Grim Reaper. He had absolutely no interest in death or people like that. He was fine with the idea of dying, but he had never wished upon it for someone in his whole life! Never. So, if anyone was going to have the pleasure of dying today, it would definitely not be him.

He needed help.

The next morning he was discharged early, which took a few hours. Jimin accompanied him and helped him dress into clean clothes. After putting on his shoes, following Jimin out of the hospital, where Jimin had insisted he stay overnight despite Jungkook’s protests. They got to the car parked outside and Jimin helped him in.

Jungkook was quiet and sullen as he leaned against the side window and closed his eyes. He felt so exhausted and numb. The painkillers weren't doing much for him. Not to mention, he still wasn't fully healed. Jimin noticed this and frowned. He didn't say anything though. He decided to keep his mouth shut instead.

After a little bit, Jimin drove them towards Jungkook's house. It took a long amount of time, driving through empty roads, with the radio playing in the background. Jungkook kept falling asleep throughout the ride, and the exhaustion slowly began taking its toll on him. His eyelids drooped lower and lower, and eventually they slid shut, only to snap open minutes later when Jimin stopped the car. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked around.

"Huh?" he mumbled groggily, blinking rapidly as he tried to process everything. "Where're we?"

"Home," Jimin responded simply. "You’re home.”

Home…

Jungkook's gaze softened, and he turned to look out of the window. A wave of dizziness washed over him as he glanced back at Jimin. Everything seemed blurry, and he could barely focus on anything other than the darkness in front of him.

"Jimin?" he whispered suddenly.

"Hm?" Jimin hummed back in response.

"When can I see her?"

Jimin blinked at him confusedly. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he closed it again and swallowed hard. Jungkook watched as the older boy bit his lip nervously.

“See who?” Jimin asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Her. When can I see her again?" Jungkook repeated.

“Jungkook, who are you talking about?” Jimin pressed gently. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine.” Jungkook quickly replied, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Don’t worry, everything is alright now.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Jimin questioned.

Jungkook nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak as he got out of the car. Jimin gave one last worried glance in Jungkook’s direction before getting out of the car himself and heading over to the passenger seat to grab their bags. Jungkook started walking ahead, not wanting to hear the questions that were surely on Jimin’s tongue. All he wanted was to go inside and sleep. Sleep until he left him alone and forgotten. Until all this craziness ended.

He almost mentioned the Grim Reaper to Jimin, but held his tongue. If Jimin had reacted negatively to the possibility of meeting the Grim Reaper, he would probably freak out and run away from him, screaming ‘demon!’

And the last thing Jungkook wanted was for Jimin to freak out because of him.

After two weeks, things had begun to go back to normal. He felt comfortable at school, although there was still a nagging feeling in the back of his head whenever he thought about the Grim Reaper. It was as if he was always waiting for her to pop by and scare him out of his wits. Which would probably happen sooner or later anyway.

Jimin continued to visit him every week, bringing food to eat and bringing blankets to make sure he was warm during the nights. The younger boy couldn't thank him enough, but the fact that Jimin continued to give him food and care even after he lied to him about the Grim Reaper just seemed strange to him.

One day, Jimin told him about some new video games he had bought in town. Jungkook was excited, asking for suggestions. Jimin laughed while explaining what type of game was best to play. Once again, Jungkook’s attention drifted and stayed there instead. While Jimin spoke, his thoughts wandered elsewhere. He stared absentmindedly outside, thinking about everything and anything related to the Grim Reaper. There was something about her that fascinated him. But for the most part, Jungkook couldn't figure out what he was interested in. He had been trying to figure it out for weeks. It frustrated him greatly. It frustrated him because he didn't know what exactly was causing it.

He was a person who enjoyed learning and learning new things about the universe that made him curious. He'd read countless stories about the Grim Reaper and the Grim Reapers themselves, trying to find clues about why exactly they existed. It usually resulted in finding nothing but frustrating mysteries about their true identities. But somehow, he was drawn to the Grim Reaper herself, to learn more about her. To understand her.

And that was probably why it frustrated him so much.

Suddenly, Jimin's voice brought him back to reality. "Jungkook?" he asked quietly, concern filling his tone. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm…" Jungkook hesitated, unsure how honest he should really be. "Just wondering about the supernatural."

He watched as Jimin's eyes widened slightly in surprise and he sat up straight, leaning forward in curiosity.

"You want to know about the supernatural?" Jimin asked.

"Yes. I've heard so many theories about the Grim Reaper, but I don't know anything about it myself. Is there something wrong with me?" Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows as soon as the question left his mouth. He felt like kicking himself for asking such a stupid question; the answer was obvious. Of course, there was something wrong with him – he was a living, breathing human being. Humans do not fall in love with Grim Reapers.

"No, no!" Jimin shook his head frantically, staring intently at Jungkook. "No, Kookie, of course there isn't anything wrong with you!"

He smiled reassuringly at him and reached out to pat his shoulder lightly. Jungkook returned his smile weakly.

"Why do you ask?" Jimin asked.

Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly. "Dunno. Just… Curious."

He was curious. The thought of the Grim Reaper being real still hadn't crossed his mind.

How could she exist?

If the Grim Reaper were real, it meant that Jungkook might actually be able to communicate with her. Maybe even talk. Maybe even meet her face to face.

And he did…

He did. After another week and a half, Jungkook finally had his wish fulfilled when a car accident occurred on his way home. A drunk driver ran into a car and killed a man instantly.

The police and ambulance was there in less than a minute, but it was too late. The poor man died within seconds. Injuries to both legs, head, and stomach, plus broken limbs and head bones - everything was absolutely horrific. It was horrible seeing an actual person suffer like that. Jungkook could hardly imagine any scenario worse than what happened right then and there. It was horrifying, and he never wanted to see something like that ever again.

And then, she was there.

Just standing a few meters away from the crowd that gathered.

She stood tall and proud as ever, and even though Jungkook knew that he was staring directly at her, he didn't dare move nor dared blink. She was the same as ever. Ethereal, sharp red lips, glowing eyes. And he felt completely different when he saw her.

He felt calm.

And happy.

Relieved.

Ecstatic.

He noticed she was waiting for something. Again. Waiting for someone.

He wanted to get closer. Wanted to reach out to her, feel her skin against his, touch her hair, smell her perfume. He wanted to feel her breath on his neck, her hand on his chest, her hands roaming under his shirt. He wanted her, so badly.

But he didn't move.

Instead, he watched her, unable to tear his gaze away. Even when the soul of the man stepped towards her, he refused to let his body budge.

They began to talk. Jungkook watched closely as the man went from confusion and begged her to let him live a second.

The soul and the Grim Reaper walked out together. He followed them as they turn to a corner street and disappeared from sight. His heart ached fiercely when he found it impossible to continue following them. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to go find her. But he remained put where he was.

"Are you following me, human?" A sensual voice called out softly behind him.

Without moving a muscle, Jungkook slowly turned around to face the figure standing there. Slowly, his gaze travelled up to the woman who appeared in front of him.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed as she studied his expression.

"Hi," he said simply, his voice coming out hoarse.

There was a brief moment in which Jungkook wondered whether he should say anything else. What was he supposed to say to her? He had no idea what he should even ask her. So he decided to keep quiet.

"Hello, Jungkook." Her voice was soft, yet powerful, sending shivers down the young man's spine.

Jungkook gulped. He felt fear fill him, knowing the next words out of her mouth may very well cause his demise. Or maybe she'll kill him without a single warning. He honestly didn't know anymore. But he didn't think the last one sounded particularly pleasant either.

"It has been a while since our last conversation, human. Why have you come looking for me?" She tilted her head slightly to one side, as if questioning his motives.

"I-" Jungkook hesitated. How was he going to explain to her exactly what he wanted? That he needed to find her, had to tell her he missed her so bad, had to see if she was real or not? And that he really, really wished he could touch and kiss her? That he wanted to hold and touch and kiss every inch of her body? No. Not yet.

He couldn't tell her all those things. He was still scared. Scared that once he did tell her, she may disappear. Or disappear before him. Or vanish completely. Because if she really was a Grim Reaper, who knew what kind of trouble she could cause, what she could possibly do to him. And he didn't wanna risk it.

He wasn't gonna risk it. Ever.

"Nothing," he replied instead.

Her piercing glowing orbs gazed deeply into his, searching for something in his own. She looked like she was searching for something specific, though what exactly he had no idea. After a few moments of silence, she nodded once before she spoke.

"You can leave now, human. I would like to finish whatever business I need to attend to," she explained calmly, turning away from him completely to look in the opposite direction.

Jungkook's chest grew heavy upon hearing those final words leaving her sweet red lips. His vision became blurry, but he blinked quickly to rid it. He forced himself to stay calm as he took a step towards her, stopping several feet away from her.

"Um... Can I at least try to contact you?" He asked, almost pleading with her.

She slowly moved her head to look at him once again.

"Contact me?"

Jungkook nodded. "Yeah. I just... I'd give anything to hear your voice again. I haven't heard it since we last talked," he said. "Please, Miss Grim Reaper."

A long, heavy silence passed between them.

Finally, she closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep sigh before she opened them again. Her golden orbs stared unwaveringly into Jungkook's. Finally, after what seemed like centuries, she spoke again.

"Come."

Chapter I

#bts #park jimin #jeon jungkook #reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #grim reaper au

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13lone · 5 months

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Pt 1 So I feel pretty uncomfortable right now. I fucked up soooo much shit this year. Went through a new trauma which also re triggered some of my childhood trauma. Literally the worst timing to date cause I was not even myself I was chasing chaos dangerous situations I didn’t care if I die just wanted to feel something. So I tried everything to make me feel something. One thing was sex, cause I only had one sexual partner at the time that it was over with for a long time. Worst time of my life don’t recommend, I got used, played and treated like an object. The thing about this whole thing is that most of the time I didn’t even wanna make out or get touched definitely didn’t wanna have sex but I felt like they expect that and I was so fucking scared that something happens to me if I say no. So I had to learn it the hard way. I only actually liked one person and didn’t mind cause I was comfortable. But that’s not enough no fear of abandonment kicks in ( I have adhd which adds Emotional Dysregulation, so emotions are already hard for me now pair that with bpd…. a mental illness that severely impacts a person's ability to manage their emotions. This loss of emotional control can increase impulsivity, affect how a person feels about themselves, and negatively impact their relationships with others. So I feel 9-25 times MORE intensely than a normal person. Bpd as it is is already as painful as a person who has a 3 degree whole body burn. Nice combination. So I was scared to say no and let things happen to me because I was so fucking afraid of being abandoned, played, being used, but you don’t wanna disappoint the person and you feel like if you don’t do what they want something worse is gonna happen and I will get punished - link - childhood trauma - so I didn’t know better I wanted no one to hate me even if that meant I let people do things to me that I don’t enjoy. Even when I was dating someone and didn’t wanna see anyone else I let people get past my boundaries and make me feel bad if I don’t do certain things. End of the story was I actually got raped I was crying screaming saying that I don’t want it (he gave me a lot of alcohol to begin with) I just wanted to fucking watch a show cause that’s what I came over for then he was acting „impressed“ that he can actually watch something like that with a girl (an animie) who’s actually watching it. I didn’t wanna fucking talk he didn’t shut up to make this living hell stop I took another drink. Bad mistake. Don’t remember anything except the tape that happened and how helpless I felt in that moment I couldn’t even move I was so in shock I probably dissociated after a few seconds cause my brain is protecting me because I’m not ready to face that kind of trauma yet (bc I would yeet myself for the ones who don’t understand) and I’m so fucking scared I wanna forget I wanna just… I fucking hate myself for being so fucking naive and people pleasing. I lost the guy who I had actual interest in well he kinda lost me (wait for the explanation) due to previous childhood trauma. Fear of abandonment. Selbst sabotage starts it’s like you can’t even control what is happening right now those two months that it all happened in we’re fucking intense. It makes you do too much and also do extreme shit because you’re scared that that person is gonna leave so you wanna pour more into it but that pushes people away shit happened to me to blocked bunch of people like that. Too fast feels like you lost control which also caused actions. Guess the deal breaker: I tried to kill myself 4 days after the rape and slit my entire arm up because it was that traumatic.

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icanonlybe-human · 2 years

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Sometimes, I think about WS, and what he’d think if he saw me now. He was my best friend in years 2 and 3 of junior school. But when we were really starting to become close, his Dad got a job in another state, and they had to move away. I got really sad and depressed after, especially when he stopped texting/calling. I’d imagine him showing up at my doorstep one day, and over the years that little fantasy would end differently. In the first couple of years, I’d be overjoyed to see him, and we’d end up playing for hours. But over the years, as I became more and more mentally ill, I could picture his face starting to not recognise me anymore. When I met him and when we were friends, I was a pretty happy-go-lucky kid. But my friends started describing my eyes as sad and tired. One friend said that “Demons” by Imagine Dragons was my soul song, because my eyes conveyed how much pain I was in. How I didn’t want people getting too close.

But I came to the realisation tonight that there was no way for me to not end up like this. I’m autistic, and sadly it’s a fact that the society I’m in doesn’t develop autistic kids who don’t have some kind of trauma. Some have more trauma than others, and it just so happened that my trauma includes a guy who thought he could take what he wanted and I’d be fine with it. My life has been full of people taking advantage of me. And thanks to that, plus other crappy ways people treated me, I’ve now got severe anxiety and depression (which the doctors say I need to go to the mental hospital about), as well as agoraphobia and PTSD and the hell knows what else.

There is no reasonable way that WS would recognise me now. I’m damaged goods. A toy that has been broken numerous times and is currently being held together with sticky tape, glue and chewing gum. Because my family has tried so hard to pick me up and stick me back together again, but they’d stop at “good enough” rather than “good as new”. Truth is, I’m 80% glue and sticky tape and gum now. There’s not a whole lot left of that original toy… of me. It’s just trauma. Everyone says to just get up and go to work and sleep and eat and shit and repeat and I’ll apparently feel better. But don’t forget to take your meds cause you’re not “normal” enough without them.

If life is this repetitive shit until I die or retire, then I don’t want it. It’s been a month and I’m already tired of being just a number in the system. Live to work and work to live is a shit saying, because dragging your ass out of bed every fucking day so you can make enough money to fucking exist, and MAYBE save enough money to go on a holiday every two years, is not a way I want to live. And yet it’s the only option I’ve got.

I never stopped being suicidal. I just feel morally obliged to stick around cause I’d feel bad if work employed me for a month and then had to go to the trouble of finding and training someone else because I offed myself. That’s the cold, hard truth. I paste a smile on my face because I learnt it makes others uncomfortable if I don’t. And then they start asking questions that they don’t want serious answers to.

Anyway, I’ve rambled enough for tonight.

#diary #journal

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littlerockerao3 · 3 years

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I’ve been posting s&b stuff but the truth is that I’m already done with it and can barely stand it anymore.

#I wish I didn’t read the book/watch the series at all cause now I have an opinion about it and the stuff on the fandom I see #and it’s exhausting #I’ve filtered the d*rklina tag but just seeing the ‘this post contains the filtered tag d*rklina makes me gag #and it’s not because I ship m*lina it’s because it makes me sick to think as d*rklina as actually romantic #cause I don’t know about you guys but it’s already uncomfortable enough when someone tries to force you doing something in the ‘gentle’ way #you know like playing it cool yet insisting and insisting maybe with a smile and going like ‘come on please come on it’ll be fine please’#and shit like that cause I’ve been there and it’s disgusting and it made me feel uncomfortable #therefore when I see someone forcing somebody else doing something they don’t want to do with fucking violence I feel like that’s even worse #with this being said I don’t mean you don’t have to ship it because I said so or because I hate it #but the reason why I hate it ain’t solely because I like other ships it’s because of a personal matter #even if y’all think he loved her that’s not what matter #what matters is the way he showed it #he showed it that way and that is a huge NO for me #cause the way the d*rkling acts towards *lina fucking scares me okay #that’s the last thing I’d want in a relationship and it actually HURTS me to see how people find this beautiful instead #cause I don’t like constant fear okay? I don’t like it.#if you’ve come this far reading then I’m sorry #but the thing is: I don’t give a flying fuck about the d*rkling but d*rklina is the real problem with me

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milliedazzledust · 3 years

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If A Look Could Kill (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Words: 1429 words

A/N: this is literally a blurb from a scene in the 2nd episode of fatws when they're all in the car after they fought the supersoldiers

They had been in the same car for no more than ten minutes and Y/N was already holding herself back from punching the smug smile on the man pretending to be Captain America. Both fake heroes had showed up in the middle of their fight, throwing around Steve’s shield, acting like the world owed them anything.

Earlier that day, inside the comfort of the apartment she shared with Bucky, she had watched the cocky man parading in front of cameras, standing in a stadium. She had heard him talk about Steve like he knew him, like he had fought along side with him. And when he had compared Steve to a brother, when she had seen the look of hurt and betrayal on Bucky’s face, her heart had shattered.

She knew that sometimes grief could come like a runaway truck, that despite seeing it careening down the highway, we might not have enough time to get out of its way. And she had seen it that morning, that grief smashing Bucky right in the face when he had least expected it. She didn’t know the man the government had chosen to replace the Captain, but she already hated him for causing her lover pain.

"If you guys joined us we could …" The man pretending to be in charge started as the military vehicle was moving.

"No." Bucky hostly cut him.

There wasn’t a lot of space between the five of them. She had been forced to sit next to the man with the shield while her friends were in front of her.

The tension was almost palpable. Sam had his arms crossed and his lips pursed and Bucky was visibly clenching his jaw. Their patience was hanging by a thread and only she seemed to have notice.

Ignoring the conversation they were having, she exchanged a knowing look with her boyfriend. He had a short temper and habits he had picked up from his alter-ego that could potentially get him to explode. Judging by the side glances Sam kept giving him, she guessed she wasn’t the only one worried.

"What do you say, Y/N ?" She heard the man sitting next to her talk.

Unwillingly, she turned around to look at him.

"What was that ?" She asked him.

His smirk alone was enough to make her roll her eyes.

"We could use a … woman like you" He told her suggestively. She didn’t miss the way he looked her up and down, neither did Bucky.

"A woman like me ?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.

"Yeah, you’ve got potential, babe. So what do you say ?" He said in a seductive voice. "Interested in joining us ?"

A quick glance at her boyfriend was enough for her to tense when she saw him going from annoyed to seriously pissed off. He was scowling at the man with all his old ferocity, looking everything like the assassin he had once been.

"Does he always stare like that ?" Battlestar inquired, nodding toward Bucky.

"You do know your friend is disrespecting Y/N in front of her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the most prolific assassin on this planet, right ?" Sam ironically told him.

The woman narrowed her eyes at the man sitting next to her, irritated by his behavior.

"At what point did you decide we were close enough for you to refer to me as ‘babe’ ? Because I think I missed the memo between the need to punch your face and the craving to shove your ego up your ass"

Bucky’s chest swelled with pride at her comeback and he sniggered. He knew she was a strong woman and had always loved that feisty side of her. She was fire and he was ice, a perfect combinaison yet dangerous association. Even Sam seemed pleased when he noticed Walker growing uncomfortable next to her.

"Look, we know you don’t like us" The other soldier known as Battlestar answered.

"That’s an understatement" Sam muttered under his breath.

"We’re on the same team here" Walker added.

"No, we’re not" Bucky glared at him.

The soldier with the shield sighed. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing at the men in front of him.

"I’m not trying to replace anyone" He started to explain.

"You couldn’t if you tried" Y/N mocked him.

"My point is, I know I’m not Steve and I’m not trying to be. But I am Captain America"

"Like hell you are" Bucky scornfully stated.

"It takes a lot more than knowing how to throw a shield to become a superhero" Sam reminded him.

"I am what the world need right now" He insisted.

"What the world want. Big difference" Sam continued.

"You were getting your ass kicked back there" Battlestar told them, helping his friend’s case. "We saved you"

"Should we say thank you ?" Y/N ironically threw at them.

"This isn’t up to you. Why are we even arguing about that ?" Walker was getting annoyed.

"Because you’re not even half the man Steve was yet you keep parading like a clown pretending to be someone you’re not" Bucky aggressively spoke with a cold voice. "You don’t get to mention his name, Walker, not when you’re destroying all he’s ever work for"

"Bucky…" Sam called him with a cautious tone, trying to get him to calm down.

The former assassin shut his mouth, refraining himself from saying anything more.

"Obviously there’s some issues you still need to work on" Walker spoke with a grin on his face. "But my offer still stands. We’d work better together"

"Keep on dreaming" Y/N expressed, rolling her eyes.

"If we’re being honest here, the only thing I dream about is you out of that suit" He forcefully flirted, looking down at her superhero outfit

She cringed at his useless attempt of seduction and missed the way Bucky’s expression turned dark in the split of a second. He clenched his jaw so hard his veins were visibly noticeable and his blue eyes were boring into Walker. If a simple stare could kill, he’d already be dead. He looked as menacing as can be with that hostile glare and his anger was reflecting itself through the way his muscles were bulging, ready to attack.

"Don’t do anything stupid" Sam warned him when he realized the man’s patience was running low.

Bucky growled and before any of them could react, the super soldier watched his newfound nemesis casually placing his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. His entire body tensed and his blood ran cold.

"If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you’re gonna lose both of them, Walker" Y/N threatened him.

"I’d take her word, Captain, ‘cause you’re about to be eaten alive" Sam advised him.

The soldier dismissed him and laughed, which only seemed to anger the woman and her boyfriend.

It all happened too fast for anyone to react. Just as Y/N was about to assault the man, Bucky decided to let his rage speak for himself and reached for Walker’s hand, twisting his fingers. He could almost feel the bones on the verge of breaking and his skin had started to turn red as the former assassin applied more pressure. The soldier grunted loudly in pain, trying to release himself from the tightening grip.

"Stop the car !" Bucky shouted.

The vehicle slowed down and he menacingly leaned toward Walker.

"If you so much as glance at her again, I will rip you to pieces"

Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the serious promise of death he could see in his eyes, but the soldier bit back the lump in his throat, unable to answer. He looked terrified.

"Told you" Sam shrugged as Bucky released the man.

They both stepped out of the car, waiting for Y/N. The woman, still angry, turned to stare at the soldiers in blue and red.

"One more thing" She tilted her head.

Without notice, her fist collided with John Walker's jaw. The loud impact with his face was enough to almost knock him out and she smiled. Pleased with herself, she got up and followed her friends.

"Was that really necessary ?" Sam joked and they started walking.

"Oh c’mon, you know you’ve been dying to punch the guy" She smirked.

Bucky placed his human arm around her shoulders and a sweet kiss on the side of her forehead, secretly satisfied.

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Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons

Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD

Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

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Genshin Volleyball Team manager

It’s just fuckin’ chaos

On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya

“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”

Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.

So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”

Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.

So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team.

You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.

There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little.

You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”

The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.

“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.

“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”

Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.

Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.

“How did you know?”

“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”

Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.

But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.

You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.

After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.

The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already.

You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive”, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!”

He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.

“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.

lol jk

safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.

all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.

He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.

He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.

Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”

By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.

You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”

You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.

“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”

Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”

Diluc jump kicks him away from you.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

You also don’t know how to approach this guy

He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.

He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.

You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.

You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.

There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”

He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,”

When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it

Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.

Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.

Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.

For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person.

That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.

He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades.

Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.

This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.

So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.

Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.

You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.

Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.

He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.

You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels.

You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.

Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.

Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.

One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.

You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,”

Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.

Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.

Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.

That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.

You know this because there are subtle things he does.

He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.

This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.

You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game

So you talk to him about it the other day

“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey

“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”

He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.

He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”

You blink “Huh?”

“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”

There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.

“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”

Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

You’re like bffs the moment you see each other

lol jk

You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.

But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease

Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general

Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself

So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.

“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”

“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”

“Tohma, how was class today?”

All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’

Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.

This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.

“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new”

His serves are really amazing though.

“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”

Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.

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WHAT JJK CHARACTERS WHO ARE INTO THRREESOME AND WHO NOT? also hope ur having a nice day ily <3

AHHH I SAID I LOVE THESE ASKS AND YOU GUYS DELIVEREDD. i love you more anon, and have a lovely day, mwah <3

i tried to make this as inclusive as possible!!!

JJK CHARACTERS INTO THREESOMES

gojō satoru

you already knowww. he does it for the flamboyance, for the bragging rights, for the attention, just to say that he did it. there is not one singular motive here. he wants to show himself off, wants to show you off, wants to show off how good he makes you feel, all of it. and gojō’s very secure in himself and in his relationship with you, so he’s not worried about anything really. he doesn’t have a preference over gender either, he’s open to all. hell, ask him to have a gang bang and he will.

his favorite positions (not that he wouldn’t be open to others)

m x m x f/m x m x m; he loves to be fucking you while you suck the other guy off, because he knows he can fuck you so good to the point that you stop sucking the other guy’s dick. he wants to show him that his presence is not really necessary, that he should be somewhat grateful he’s even here to begin with. he wants to fuck you so stupid that you’re barely giving any attention to the other guy, mostly just losing yourself in how well gojō’s fucking you, how good he’s making you feel.

m x m x f; uses the threesome as an excuse to try anal. he loves to making you ride the other guy while he stretches then fucks your ass. he knows it’s good, knows how full you must feel, how overwhelmed you must be. it’s just very appealing to him.

m x f x f; loves to make you sit on the other girl’s face while he fucks her. something about making you jealous and teasing you by giving you the bare minimum, because he knows she can barely pay attention to you. it’s okay though, he always ends up making her watch while he fucks you so much better.

itadori yuuji

with yuuji, it’s more ‘sure, let’s try it! :D.’ yes, he’s dreamt about stuffing his face in so much titty, because of course he has, but it’s more of a fantasy with him, you know? he doesn’t actively seek it, but if you suggest it, he’s 100% on board. he does it for the experience, for the pleasure, for the horny <3 and generally, yuuji doesn’t care about gender, but he’s a hormonal teen, so you know, titties. he wants to be surrounded by hot women all around. but genuinely, he doesn’t mind, and he’s comfortable with all.

his favorite positions (not that he wouldn’t be open to others)

m x m x f/m x m x m; he really wants to watch someone else fuck you while you suck him off. like the image of you getting fucked, especially from the back, your hips raised and your ass in the air as you take him down your throat is just so, so beautiful to him. and when you moan around him!!! or when you cum so hard but he keeps you down!!! like this is a once in a lifetime thing, might as well take advantage

m x f x f; please, either one of you ride him, and the other sits on his face. he will be in heaven. like suffocate him with your thighs while the other girl stuffs herself with his cock, or the other way around, he doesn’t mind, anything.

getō suguru

he’s also very into the idea of overwhelming you. like he can do that plenty on his own, but with someone else there, you’re even more easily overstimulated and sensitive. he also wants to use it as a reminder that he’s really the only one that could ever come close to fucking you the way you want, the way you need. he’s the only one that could ever make you feel as good as you could ever imagine, and having someone else pleasure or fuck you easily reminds you of this.

his favorite positions (he honestly wouldn’t be very open to others)

m x m x f/m x m x m; he’s doing the fucking, doesn’t matter what the other guy’s doing. he just needs to be the one fucking you. whether the other guy wants to watch, wants you to suck him off, wants to fuck your throat, to fuck your breasts (if you’re fem), to simply jerk off before you, he literally doesn’t care. he just wants to be the one fucking you, to assert his dominance or whatever it is. sometimes though, he’ll let the other guy fuck you, and just. watch. observe. criticize. he’ll be sitting on the side, a drink in hand, legs spread and a very obvious tent in his pants as the guy fucks you, cocking his head to the side, a stoic expression on his face as he watches you moan and writhe for the other guy. kinda sexy if i say so myself.

m x f x f; he fucks the other girl and makes you watch. but he keeps you restrained, tied to a chair with some toy like a vibrator on the lowest setting or something of the sort to keep you frustrated. he just likes to mess with you, likes to tease you, loves to rile you up.

mahito

it’s a gang bang or nothing with him. that’s it. i won’t elaborate.

todo aoi

if he’s doing all the work, then yes, absolutely. not that i don’t think todo needs to get dominated and controlled, because imagine? but for him, i think he doesn’t really consider it, but then you put it in his head and he won’t let up until you agree to do it. i actually don’t think he’ll care for gender, even if canonically says his ideal partner. he doesn’t actually care.

his favorite positions (no other option, sorry)

m x m x f/m x m x m/m x f x f; fucking you, and fingering the other person. or fucking the other person and fingering you. or fucking you and eating out the other person, or— you get it. he just wants to be in control of all your pleasures, you know?

nobara kugisaki

okay initially i thought she wouldn’t cause she’d want things private, but if it were with someone she knows personally and trusts, she wouldn’t mind a threesome. that’s her exception, you know? and with nobara, she’s definitely a pillow princess and needs to be used and fucked out properly, but also, she has this need to control? especially if it’s a guy. so the dynamic is not 100% set, it’s just whatever ends up happening happens.

her preferred positions (she is very open to others though)

m x m x f; so like i said, dynamic isn’t 100% set. it could be that she’s being used, completely, just laying on her back, her legs spread open for you as you fuck her and her back arched so that the other guy can sink into her mouth, fucking her throat. but it could also be that she’s the one in complete control of both yours and the other guy’s pleasures. she’s riding him as she fists at your cock, or the other way around, or someone’s in her mouth, but she’s taking her time and setting the pace.

m x f x f (fem!s/o); she’d love to have you eat her out while the guy fucks you, just watching your face twist with pleasure as you moan and stuff your face against her cunt. beautiful.

f x m x f (male!s/o); oh my god she’d love it if you fucked the girl, but she’s laying beneath her, making out with her and rubbing at her clit. maybe even that you fuck the girl’s ass while she fingers her cunt. it’s just a very, very arousing image for her.

f x f x f; literally anything. the three of you could sit and masturbate by each other and she’d be satisfied. loves to scissor either you or the other girl, while someone sits on her face, or watching you and the other girl scissor while she sits on someone’s face. or someone between her legs on their knees, and that person sits on someone else’s face. and if a strap is involved,,, she’s definitely getting fucked one way or another.

inumaki toge

honestly, with inumaki, he’s not into it, but he’s also not not into it. maybe it’s the same with nobara, where he’d prefer someone he knows, but like he’s been considering it, he just hasn’t decided if he’d like to or not. i don’t doubt that inumaki is a kinky little shit deep down and privately, but you know, with his partner. he’s rocky on that threesome stuff, but he’s working on it, just cause the thought does arouse him. especially the thought of you getting fucked while he uses your throat, but ,,, we’ll see, as he says.

JJK CHARACTERS NOT INTO THREESOMES

fushiguro megumi

absolutely not. i don’t think y’all realize just how possessive megumi would get over you if you were his significant other. it’d either really upset him if you invite another person over, cause he’d just assume that he wasn’t enough for you, or, way better than that, he gets insanely jealous and fucks you so good all while degrading you about how desperate you are for another person to fuck you, or guilting you about wanting another and making you completely forget you’d ever considered it.

(maybe if you invite itadori or nobara he’ll consider it)

ryomen sukuna

why would you want another person when he’s got two cocks himself??? sjdgskds ok but he would properly angry at you if you suggested it. only try to if you’re insane and/or you have a death wish. he’s extremely, extremely, possessive of you. why would you need someone else?? does he not fuck you well enough??? do you need to be fucked as a reminder??? he can do that. he will do that.

zenin maki

inviting another person just makes her uncomfortable. also makes her extremely jealous. another very possessive person. you’re hers and she’s yours, isn’t that more than enough? and if you really wanna be overstimulated, you could’ve just said so,,,

nanami kentō

he’s a firm believer that something as intimate as sex should be kept private, of course. and he doesn’t like the fact that you think you need another person in the bedroom to be pleasured. but yeah, he doesn’t find the thought of inviting another person appealing or arousing in any way, and doesn’t understand why you would either. you’re more than enough for him, is it not the same the other way around?

fushiguro toji

he will laugh in your face. lol. rip </3 don’t come at him with that, what do you want a threesome for? a fuck from him is worth a thousand from others <3

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Hey, Hey, Hey! It’s been a minute but I didn’t wanna spam ya with requests while you have life stuff to deal with ☺️

This is similar to my Savage!MC ask but the brothers reacting to MC snapping at them and defending Mammon before calling the brothers out whenever they go too hard on him. Let’s be real, Mammon just acts on his sin and gets punished but when Lucifer’s a prick and threatens MC; crickets.

When Beel eats everything and damn near causes everyone to starve as well as threw a tantrum and nearly injured MC over custard;everyone turns a blind eye.

Levi guilt trips and whine over the smallest things but says the worst insults to Mammon and tried to kill MC over TSL.

Asmo acts like he’s above everyone and prefers to tend to his looks than help others (such as during the castle tour) but he gets no scolding.

Belphie routinely harasses Luci with Satan (who loses his temper) AND they all either threatened/killed MC but should Mammon do anything, he’s the worst. Even though Mammon:

- Never threatened MC

- Does shit for his brothers when asked (he may joke of needing a grimm but he’s an Avatar of greed and still gets the job done)

- Is very loyal to them

- And is a good brother to take falls for them. He knows how to sacrifice for them and the slightest inconvenience gets him thrown under the bus

These guys ain’t shit and I wouldn’t wanna be around them until they learn how to treat him better and equally work on their flaws rather than rip on Mammon, who’s a whole ass victim despite being the second strongest brother who takes it because he genuinely loves his brothers yet gets shit on by them so much.

Ooh this savage MC has nothing but heart eyes for Mammon and it's adorable. Right this one is going to be angsty and it's going to sting. I'm doing this in a short story instead of a headcannon cause it just seems right that way. Hope that's okay?

It was just another one of those days Mammon tried to steal his brothers stuff and sell it again. Another day of being upside down and being laughed at. Normally he wouldn't care - it was the usual routine. But something seemed off this time.

"Mammon.. are you okay?" You approach him. He was rubbing his shoulders and arms as if to comfort the pain. He looked more tired and pained than usual.

"Ah I'm alright MC. Just the same old ya know?" He laughed. It sounded hollow yet it pierced your heart.

Enough. Enough of this. You weren't going to stand by and watch this happen again.

"You should rest." You place an arm on his shoulder and take him to his room. Making sure he's asleep, you leave. You have some problematic demons to deal with it.

"Ah MC? What brings you here? You seem rather disturbed." He asks as you storm into his study, fuming with anger.

"You tell me, you sadistic peacock." You had lost all sense of self-preservation and normalcy. Just echoing the rage in your brain.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer said, half-amused, half-shocked.

"Either you stop treating Mammon this way or I will make your life hell." You grit your teeth.

"I already have my brothers doing that what more will you do MC? Besides Mammon had it coming. He went stealing Levi's and Asmo's things again." Lucifer said nonchalantly.

"What do expect from the Avatar of Greed? He's just acting how he's cursed to. Just like the rest of you, nicompoops. Stop listening through the door and come inside." You said loudly.

The other brothers were still in the corridor nearby overhearing the whole thing. You could hear them gasp loudly at your boldness and scutter inside one by one.

"Now let me elaborate, so you rotten cucumbers understand me clearly." You cleared your throat.

Leviathan

"This little snake in tried to kill me because I may have known a little bit more about his favourite anime than him. Where's his punishment?" You point at Levi.

"MC I'm sorry...I couldn't help it was too new to me." Levi started. "But Mammon keeps stealing my things how is that fair-"

"And you keep throwing us into new kinds of disasters with your game hoarding problem."

"If you're still mad about the TSL incident I swear I take it all back-"

"Shut up snake, we know the reason. You're the Avatar of Envy. Getting jealous is your whole point. So you didn't get punished. Moving on..." Your finger now points to Satan. "This wild cat."

Satan

"He also threatened me cause I didn't want to make a pact with him. And when he actually flies off his handle, he wrecks his room and half the house down."

Satan seemed like he wanted to say something but he scowled and looked away.

"However I won't be too hard on him, cause he tries to keep his thing in check. And the whole reason he even has Wrath is because of Lucifer. So I get your hate towards Lucifer, but Mammon doesn't deserve any of it."

"MC you know I can't tolerate stupidity-" He grumbled.

"Oh must be hard looking in the mirror then, with all your failed pranks. And speaking of mirrors, this over- perfumed mannequin." You turn to Asmo.

Asmodeus

"How have I possibly hurt anyone MC? You know I stand for Love too right?" Asmo said, batting his pretty little eyes.

"For someone who stands for LOVE, if you can even call it that," You make a disgusted face, "You surely love making a mockery out of your elder brother and revel in his misery, you over- perfumed potato."

"But I never cause problems do I? Why must I be punished just for standing by?"

"Your high and mighty sense of worth is an illusion you live in. You dress up pretty and act social to validate yourself, trying to conceal the ugliness within. Truly you are nothing but Lust. Also you're the reason we almost got eaten by a giant snake." You shake your head. "Now speaking of eating..."

Beelzebub

"This giant food vaccum." You point to Beel. "He tried to eat me over a custard. Like excuse me? There's still plenty of food outside? And let's not forget that week we all had to eat cup ramen for a week cause he finished the whole pantry."

Beel softly muttered and apology and looked down.

"He even ate the walls and pillars once! Surely those renovations cost way more than however much Mammon steals? Where's his punishment?!"

"MC enough. He's sorry already." Beel's twin spoke up. You glared at him and smiled. "Don't worry I saved the best for last."

Belphegor

"This lazy murderous cow." You walk up to him slowly. "Not only does everyone have to your chores - you love causing chaos."

Belphie laughed, "That I do. But that's only with Lucifer. What else did I do?"

"Oh you want me to go there? I surely will." You say with a sting in your eye. "In your plan to avenge your sister, you killed what was left of her in the first timeline. And your brothers just stood by and watched. Where's your penance, you murder hornet?"

Belphie's eyes grew wide. Everyone looked shocked and uncomfortable. You never brought this up before now.

"But why bother asking you about it. I should be asking the ultimate punisher of this family." You turn to Lucifer.

Lucifer

"Ah! If it isn't Diavolo's pet dog! How is your master today? Does he treat you the way you treat Mammon? Is that why you come here to take your revenge on your little brother instead? Tell me Lucifer does Diavolo punish you then?"

"MC, I understand you maybe upset but you are crossing a line here." Lucifer stood up with a gutteral growl.

"Sit doggie. I didn't ask for you yet." You commanded. Lucifer sat back down as with great force. He stared at you flummoxed.

"Did you forget about the pacts already, you pompous goat? You have threatened and tried to kill me more than anyone else in this family so congratulations! I will use my pacts way more generously now." You mock bowed in gratitude.

"You might win in a fight against him but let me tell you this..." You stared back at the others.

"Mammon is the second strongest in this family. If he wanted to - if he REALLY wanted to, all of you would be turned to dust. He is stronger than all of you - but he hides it. He supresses his powers and his anger because he loves you too much. How could he ever hurt his little brothers?" You felt tears in your eyes at this point.

"AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HIM? He's only acting on his sin! Just like the rest of you! Why must he be singled out and mocked at? I won't allow it. Never again."

"If you hurt Mammon again, I swear you will have to face me. And before you think you have a chance against me, do remember the pacts you all happily made with me I will not hesitate to use them against you dysfunctional lot-"

"MC... Stop." You felt Mammon hug you from behind.

"Mammon? I thought you were asleep." You say looking back at him. His tears were misty but his smile more full.

"And I thought I was supposed to protect ya, human! And you're out here protecting me..." Mammon trailed off and held you closer.

"We can protect each other."

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OBSESSIVE EX (gender neutral! reader)

how they deal with you having an obsessive ex

includes: ran, rindou

CW: obsessive behavior, cursing, stalking (ran), phone harassment (rindou), the haitani brothers lowkey kinda scary here (not to the reader) 💀 but i’m just trying to make it fit within their character

— RAN HAITANI

Getting into a relationship with someone like Ran, half of the charismatic brother duo that ruled Roppongi, almost means guaranteed safety wherever you go. His title itself is one that is feared when murmured. Whenever you two leave, he always has an eye and a hand on you. Ran knows well that even if he is feared, he can also be challenged and the last thing he wants is for you to get involved — you would make an easy target for his enemies.

You two were out together on a stroll around the city. Although there was nothing neither of you needed, Ran’s favorite thing is showing you off. Sometimes you start to feel similar to his younger brother, thinking that you’re just a shadow and only known as ‘Ran’s partner.’ But Ran’s intentions were opposite. He wanted everyone to know that it was him that belonged to you and it is him that people would have to deal with if you were ever tested.

As you two are walking, Ran noticed your eyes consistently checking itself to the side. He took note of that and eventually brushed it off since you stopped. But then he noticed that you were being especially keen and scanning the whole area.

“Are you okay, love?” Ran slightly hunches down, getting your attention as your face turns his way. He lightly smiles at you. “Did you see something you liked?”

You swallowed down hard. You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar face, but after trying to scan the area numerous times for the past few minutes, you thought it was just you being paranoid. The last thing you wanted was to worry Ran and cause a scene.

“I’m okay,” You shook your head, returning a light smile. You grabbed on his arm, this time a little tighter. “Let’s turn into this corner.”

Ran knows when you’re lying. He knew something made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to force you to tell him. Instead, he’ll make it his own problem too and deal with it himself.

This area was his territory and everyone knew it. It was almost as if Roppongi, a city known for liveliness, calmed down ever so slightly if one or both of the brothers were out. Everyone’s gaze wound be kept low and their conversations would go mute as they walk by.

At that moment, Ran could feel a pair of eyes staring your way. He won’t make it obvious though.

“Love,” Ran called out to you. You looked up his direction and he placed a hand against your lower back. “Rindou’s gonna throw a fit if I don’t bring back food for him. How about you go into the restaurant and order first while I call him and ask what he wants?”

You felt at ease hearing that you two were finally going to be in somewhere indoors, but it made you nervous that he would be separated from you for just a little while.

“Don’t wanna bring something back he won’t like and have him complain,” Ran lightly laughed, trying to ease your clear discomfort. He placed a hand over your head. Taking out his phone to add to his act. “I’ll be quick.”

After some hesitation, you gave in. It was a public space after all, so it shouldn’t have been anything to worry too much about. He watched as you entered the place before turning around, sending chills to the person who had been following you two around this whole time.

“Would be a shame if I left them alone for too long, wouldn’t it?” Ran gave off a sinister grin, slowly walking towards the person. “Wouldn’t want anyone to take them away…especially someone like you.”

Ran knew who this person was. He was an obsessive ex of yours that just would not leave you alone and accept the separation despite it being years passed. He gulped hard, nervously stepping back, not thinking that he would get caught.

“You were so bold to even follow us in the first place, why so shy now?” Ran smirked, hiking up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “This is the first time you’ve heard of me or something? I should introduce myself to you well and hard then.”

Almost ten minutes had passed since you’ve been waiting for Ran. You sat patiently and waited. Your best guess as to what’s taking him so long revolves around Rindou. Maybe he was complaining about how he wanted food from a different place or being picky about menu opinions. Just as you were about to raise yourself from your seat to check up on Ran, you saw him enter.

“Did I make you wait too long?” Ran appeared, seating himself in front of you. The worse case scenario you had in mind was that he got into a fight, but in front of you, he looked just as how you last saw him. “You know how Rindou is.”

Your chest became relaxed and you gave a small smile, shaking your head, “What did he want from here?”

“I didn’t even listen to what he said,” Ran teased, opening up his menu and leaning back against the chair. You felt his legs sandwich your calves from beneath the table. “He can order it himself. All my money is going to you today.”

And that was how Ran liked it. Although Ran wanted everyone to know that he belonged to you, he knew how important it was for others to know that you belonged to him too. The image of the face of your ex is burned so clearly into his brain — face all bloodied up, mauled almost, as he failed to even whisper for forgiveness.

“I think there’s only one way I’m gonna let you outta here alive,” Ran kicked his body down with force, hearing something shift in his jaw. He couldn’t give half a damn about it. “Do you know what that is?”

Your ex was visibly beaten and weak now, barely able to even blink or properly form a sentence. Though, with his adam’s apple slightly moving from fear, Ran took it as a response.

Grabbing him by his hair upward, Ran bent down, looking straight at him, “You’re gonna leave them alone and never show your goddamn face again. If it wasn’t fucked already before, it sure is now. I promise you I’ll know if you’re even barely visible or a mile away, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Ran thought it was so disgusting how someone like you could ever have your time wasted on someone low like this ex of yours. Even if Ran saw him and his brother above everyone else, he always put you above him.

“Maybe even after this, I’ll send one of my men to go and beat the shit out of you every day so you could suffer for as long as you’ve tried to bother Y/N.”

— RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou can’t even remember what it took for you two to even reach this state of your guys relationship. He convinced himself that it was Ran, his older brother who wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to take you if Rindou didn’t make a move.

It genuinely surprises himself even whenever he looks your way, observing every detail and soaking in the idea that you are someone he can call his.

You two were watching a movie, or rather, supposed to. Rindou was too focused on side-eyeing you every now and then. You caught him a few times, but he would brush it off with comments like “this movie is boring” or “I’m just checking to see if you fell asleep.”

He would snap himself out of a trance after hearing your phone ring beside you. You eyed it once, looking at the caller ID and ignoring it. It wasn’t enough to cause Rindou to worry - it’s not his problem if you just didn’t wanna answer a call, it was your guys’ time anyway.

But then it rang once more again. Your ringtone dragged itself out halfway through before Rindou slightly raised his hand from your hip, pointing to the phone on the side of the couch.

“You not gonna answer that?” He asked.

You shook your head, eyes focused on the TV, “It’s fine. It’s an unknown caller ID.”

Rindou shrugged, ignoring it once again, but after a few more calls and your phone receiving back to back text messages, it was starting to irk him. He was close to just grabbing your phone and answering the call himself, but you were quick to act before him, just shutting it off.

“It must be spam or something,” You sighed, sitting back down.

“Yeah, well whatever it is, good thing you shut that damn thing off. That shit was annoying,” Rindou sighed, curling his arms around you again. “Let’s change the movie too or something. This one is boring.”

One thing about dating Rindou is that he seems uninterested in absolutely everything he does. Although you avoid thinking like that when it comes to your relationship with him, you always remind yourself that Rindou is someone who deeply cares for you. He shows it very differently compared to others, but you know.

He can recall a memory from a few weeks ago where you kept getting calls in the middle of your guys’ date. It annoyed him, but not as much as it annoyed you. You’ve pressed the red decline button at least five times now, stressing over it and spilling out everything about your previous ex.

At the end of your rant, Rindou grabbed your phone, picking up the call and saying words as simple as “leave them alone.” It was so simple, but for the next few weeks, it was silent. You finally thought you were free of harassment thanks to your boyfriend, but recently, they’ve been coming back as unknown caller IDs and more frequent than before.

Halfway through the movie, Rindou felt your body become more loose and relaxed beneath him. Your breath became slower and more steady. You had fallen asleep. He thought it was ironic to have someone as angelic as you in the arms of someone like him - a gang member always involving himself in trouble, even just for fun.

He stared at your phone just a reach away and then back at you. The last thing Rindou wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or really, anything that isn’t where you aren’t happy.

When you woke up, the TV was shut off and you felt a blanket drape over your body. You realized you had fallen asleep from earlier, but you were expecting to find your boyfriend with you as well. That was when the door swung open and you were greeted with Rindou.

“Rindou?” You slowly let out, still adjusting from waking up. “I didn’t know you left.”

He raised a bag up midway in the air, it’s a bag from a bakery you often bought from, “You kept murmuring about it in your sleep. Didn’t want you to wake up all grumpy.”

“I don’t wake up grumpy!” You protested, watching as he took his seat next to you and unpacking all of your favorites.

“Yeah, okay,” Rindou joked. He listened to you puffing out before wrapping yourself around his arm.

“Thank you though,” You murmured out of embarrassment - maybe he was half right.

“It’s nothing,” He replied, softening his face into a grin. “Must’ve been hungry though if it got you talking in your sleep and drooling on my arm.”

You didn’t even know about half of the things he does for you, but he didn’t mind it, because if you were happy, then that was all that mattered.

It made Rindou feel guilty to turn on your phone and look through it. It wasn’t something that he ever felt the need to do - he trusted you and it felt wrong if you weren’t aware that he was using it. Though, at this time, he felt like it was for the better.

While you were silently sleeping, he browsed through your texts. It’s that same person - your ex back again to bother you. Rindou scoffed, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up, but he was angry. He clicked his tongue whilst composing a message.

Rindou knew you would never be so stupid as to meet up with someone like this, especially not after already experiencing it once. It was a good thing that it was just Rindou posing as you though. How delighted your ex felt to have finally received a response to you - ‘Let’s meet up here.’

Rindou thought it was so pathetic. This guy had no idea what he looked like, let alone that you even had a boyfriend. So when Rindou’s immediate reaction upon seeing him was to throw a punch, he was shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your ex cried out, trying his best to dodge his attacks but failing in between his words and attempts.

“Me?!” Rindou snapped, pushing him to the ground and twisting his arms. “Speak for yourself.”

The man beneath him screamed in pain, “I-I’ll call the cops on you and have you arrested!”

“Yeah? You think they’ll give me less time if I tell them I was just trying to teach a creep a lesson?” Rindou pulled back on his arms a little harder, tendons and muscles stretching themselves out of place.

“T-The hell are you talking about?!” He stuttered out.

“Don’t bitch around. Might end yourself up in there if you keep this act of yours up - I’ve been once before,” Rindou smirked, pulling back more and more on his arms. “It was fine for me. My big bro and I even got some respect while in there, so what’s gonna happen when they hear about your name from me? You’re fresh meat to them.”

“W-Who even are you?!”

Rindou scoffed, “The same guy who warned you once to leave Y/N alone. I should’ve honestly went to find you myself personally and beat the shit out of you, but I hate wasting my time.”

Your boyfriend let the man go. If his arms weren’t all bent out of place and dislocated, he’d be crawling away by now. It was a sight that Rindou would laugh at. Upon seeing that his phone had fallen out of his pocket, the same phone used to consistently harass you, Rindou stomped down hard, breaking it into bits and pieces.

“Don’t waste my time again. Next time you do, call the cops, I promise you I won’t care if they catch me killing you,” Rindou turned his back around.

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