#i'll prove how much i never needed you soon enough i'll be rid of you and you'll finally be rid of me too

[redsaurrce]

LESSON III

LESSON I / LESSON II

Synopsis : Caught up in the mess of Jungkook and his brother Taehyung, how will you come out of the mesh? When both of them have taken a liking to you in not so upright way, can you teach them a lesson?

Pairing : YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem!reader, slight student!Taehyung x reader

Genre : smut, high school au, mafia au

Word count : 8.8 K

Warnings : 18+, Profanity, kissing, nipple play, YANDERE THEMES, blowjob, oral (fem receiving), cumming, fingering, gunshots, emotional shit okay? putting angst in the warnings instead, another warning that jk is fucking soft this time 😭

Taglist : @darkuni63 @jeonswifey @laylasbunbunny @hey-syia @pandalove03 @kooliv @radcustoms @ysk101 @mageprincess7 @hoeshii @bangtanxcoffee @acnetrone @1-in-abillion @stuffy16

A/N : Here is the chapter that sucked my fucking blood out, did this chapter take 5 months to come outta my womb? YES. Am I crazy? Perhaps T_T.. but enjoy the chapter beauties <33 ( *︾▽︾)

You sighed while looking out of the window of your classroom. Everything felt so overwhelming, so overbearing. All you wanted to be was normal high school student, goofing and messing around.

Not being involved with him, not being involved with his brother.

Arin nudged you in the arm, "Y/N-ah nowadays you really seem so lost, it's as if an entirely different person is sitting next to me, you're not an imposter, are you?" You chuckled lighly at her absurd remark.

"I'm just not feeling well these days." You said as you rested your head upon her shoulders. She hummed as she lightly pat your head, "I don't know what's bothering you but.. if you are facing a crisis which seems unending, instead of trying to find the reason that why you are in it, you should rather focus on turning that crisis into an opportunity if you can. Only then you can get rid of it."

You slowly blinked as you listened to her. Your lips curled up into a slight smile as you realized how oblivious you were to this side of your best friend. You got up and looked at her and she looked at you in question. "I'll remember that." You said and hugged her.

"Y/N, a senior is asking for you." You broke your hug at the words of one of your classmates and looked towards the door where Taehyung was standing. He waved at you with a cocky smile while your eye twitched.

You left your seat and walked outside towards the door. "What's up with the hugging back there?" He asked you while putting his hands in the pocket as you both started walking in the corridor.

You scoffed, "What is it to you? I can't even hug my best friend?"

"Ah..best friend? Thank goodness." You contorted your eyebrows at his sigh of relief. "If not as much as your brother, still you are annoyingly weird." You said while looking at him and judging.

"Is that supposed to mean good or bad?" He asked you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, "At this point I'm really jealous of the people who were looking at you so lovingly when you were standing at the door. Because they don't know who you really are, because they were not approached by you." He pretended to clean his ears with his pinky finger, "You are quite good with words, wanna be my spokesperson when I become the CEO?"

You folded your arms and questioned him, "I think the whole world knows by now that your brother is going to be the CEO in two months?"

He chuckled, "I never said CEO of my "father's" company." He air-quotted his words and continued, "I will open my own. I don't need some readymade position to prove my worth. Thanks to my excellent business skills and knowledge and ofcourse, a great intuition of investment, I've made enough money from investing in stocks. As soon as I'm getting out of high school, I'm starting my own business." He said with a proud smile and you nodded at his golden ambition.

His smile grew wider as he looked at your face, "Impressed, aren't you?"

"Uhm.. yup, that seems to be the case." You answered while wondering if you could do the same to prove your worth, to prove to your parents that you are capable of being the receiver of their love and affection.

Turn your crisis into an opportunity. Suddenly the words of your best friend replayed in your head.

You snapped towards him with stars in your eyes, "Can you teach me too?"

Taehyung felt his breath hitch as he looked at your face, you looked extraordinarily beautiful in that moment. He gulped, at that all he wanted was to kiss those pretty lips of yours but unlike his brother, he doesn't like forcing people. He liked to manipulate them into saying yes.

He nodded happily, "Why not? Then we can run our company together, how does that sound?"

Together? In his dreams! But to convince him I have to say yes. You thought. "Of course."

--

Taehyung had told you where he'd be meeting up for your business sessions- which was class 4 from evening 6 to 8. He had one condition though and so had you.

His condition-

Not marry his brother Jungkook.

Your condition-

Stop playing with your sister Han Yoo-in.

You both agreed on it with full honesty. Because the moment the conditions are broken, so will be your bond.

And thus you started meeting him in that classroom on a daily basis, it was perfect because your school was accessible 24/7 and students usually didn't stay after 5 in the evening. They'd be seen in cram schools or maybe playing sports somewhere else.

In those hours you and Taehyung would have serious discussion and maybe take a breaks or two when both of you would crack jokes or laugh.

Unbelievable right? It was quite unbelievable for you too to feel so comfortable around him now that a month has already passed, you're not even surprised by now that why girls would fall for his charm. Including your sister.

God knows why he chose to be an asshole to you before though, you clicked your tongue whenever you thought about it.

--

Everything was working in your favor but who's this girl with a beret sipping her coffee in front of you? You don't remember inviting anyone to join you for a café date. The moment you sat with your coffee on this table, she came and sat in front of you unannounced.

"You know it is rude of you to snatch someone else's man." She said, finally straightening her spine and looking directly at you.

You wanted to roll your eyes so bad, "You know it is rude to make false assumptions about someone you've just met?" You said while contorting your eyebrows.

"Look here Han Y/N! I won't waste my time, I'm here to tell you to leave my man. That's it."

Ah, it seems that this girl knew you.

You chuckled, "So it looks like you know my name too. I thought you were drunk and wanted to release your anguish of being dumped."

She scoffed, "Do I look drunk from any angle? But since you chose to play dumb, let me spell it out for you. Leave Jeon Jungkook."

You frowned at hearing the name, did she really call Jungkook her man? Are you even hearing that right? Was she talking about the same Jungkook you knew?

You tilted your head and questioned her, "Who are you?"

She folded her arms as she sat back, "Now we're talking! I'm Na Ji-won, Jungkook's ex soon-to-be fiancée."

"Ex whAT??" You leaned forward at her absurdity. How can some be ex soon-to-be fiancée? It practically means that they were actually nothing.

"Surprised? We both were dating each other and before we could engage, we broke up." She said in a casual manner.

"Why did you break up then?" You asked her in curiosity.

"Just this and that. But you know, even though you and me.. both are daughters of a chaebol family, I'm wayyy out of your league. So, it's me trying to save Jungkook from settling for less." She said while sipping her coffee.

Normally you'd have felt offended but instead you took a moment to look at her, you replied "yes! you do give off some rich ass vibes but damn, you really suck at reading people! If you have problem for Jungkook settling for less, why don't you go to him instead of bothering me?" You said and stood up to leave the table, just as you were passing her to go towards the cashier, she held your wrist.

"We're not done yet. 20% of the stocks that I own in my father's company. How does that sound?" She looked above at you with a smug smile.

You chuckled as you fixed your hair, what in the kdrama shit was this? The richer version of offering money to leave a person?

But before you could turn down her offer, she spoke, "I know you will turn me down Y/N, but I want you to give it sometime to think over. And when you are ready with your answer, call me!" She handed you a piece of paper with her name and number on it and left the cafeteria.

--

As usual you met up with Taehyung in the evening, Jungkook has been out of school since the last two weeks since he was getting busier for his inauguration. "Y/N, I heard my brother will actually resign from being teacher." He said while taking out a book about investments from his bag.

"Oh really? When should we celebrate then?" You said and Tae started laughing, "Do you dislike him that much?"

"Yes." You said without a single hesitation while scrunching your nose.

"Then maybe when we'll be invited to his CEO inauguration party, both of us can celebrate our win secretly in my room." He chuckled but his smile started to fade out the next second.

"Is something wrong?" You asked him by looking at his sudden change of emotions.

"I miss my dad." He said, his eyes that were sparkling with mischief a few moments ago, now were filled with nothing but sadness.

"Dad?" You asked in confusion. Was he talking about his biological father? Come to think of it, you have never really heard about Taehyung's biological father.

"Hmm.. my dad. My dad that my mom had divorced when I was only 4." He sighed as he hung his head low.

"Is he.." You tried to ask him a question but you trailed off, you couldn't bring yourself to ask it.

He chuckled dryly, "is he what? Alive?"

You looked him and saw him sit up straight, "He's dead for my family." You contorted your eyebrows in confusion yet again. He looked at your face with a subtle smile, "But infact he's alive."

"Ah I see." You breathed in relief, you continued, "But what did you mean by dead for your family?"

"My mom married Jungkook's dad and made my dad's existence a fever dream for me. She made sure that my dad never contacts me again, she even went lengths to blacklist him from entering Korea. She also made sure that Jungkook and his dad know that my dad isn't alive anymore after the attack in New York."

You frowned, attack in New York? Taehyung's mom sounds like an absolute bitch. But.. why would she keep Jungkook and his dad in the dark as well? You questioned yourself.

Taehyung continued, "You see.. when I was little, my mom and dad used to often fight and quarrel about my dad's occupation. He was an excellent business mastermind, people even called him a kingmaker! Do you know why? Because underneath the surface he was a real mafia boss and whichever business he invested in, their success would skyrocket. My mom was really worried about me back then. I even got kidnapped once, that was the moment my mom made the decision to walk out of the marriage if my dad still wouldn't change his profession. Well.. he didn't, so look where we are now." He gulped sadly.

Oh no! You judged Taehyung's mom too soon, she is an angel for sure. Then is Taehyung's dad the real bitch? You thought again.

"I see why your mother did so much, ofcourse you are her top priority." You said while slowly nodding at your own words.

Taehyung shook his head, "Y/N, my dad was one of a kind. He knew how to celebrate my happiness as his, now whenever I feel happy, I automatically get reminded of him. And with mom, I certainly don't feel that spark anymore like it was with dad. It's a lot lonelier now." He let out a sigh that clearly depicted longing.

"But even though I haven't met with him, I know how he's doing and that he knows about me too." He said, his eyes filling with happiness once again.

"How?" You asked him, didn't he just say that he had no contact with his dad? He smiled softly and picked out a book of investments from his bag.

You frowned because there has been a question you were meaning to ask him since before. Since last month you remember Taehyung always giving you the book of the same publisher and carried them with extra care than other books.

"Brown cover. Same author. Same publisher. New volume. Is there something special about this book's series?" You asked him while looking at the book he was clutching so dearly to his chest.

He hummed and nodded like a puppy, "The author of this book is actually my dad." His smile grew wider and so did your eyes.

"What?" You asked him in shock.

He gave his gummy smile, "it's really normal for people working in mafia gangs to have code names. My dad and I had for us as well. I gave him the code name Kinjo and he gave me little T-rex but now he just refers to me as Rex because of me begging for two years straight when I was 10. I'm not little anymore." He chuckled.

"Wait wait! You said you never met him? Then.. beg?" You blinked.

He chuckled, "I'm giving you a lot of surprises aren't I? Haha! Look here." He said and opened the first page, "read the fourth italic word."

You looked at the page and tried finding words written in italics. Ah there it was! The fourth italic word in 2nd paragraph of the page.

"Dear" You read the word. He hummed in agreement and turned to next page, "Every page's fourth italic word slash alphabet is secretly a letter for me. Since my mom monitors my call logs, emails and all stuff, contacting him through any digital gadget is impossible. Thats why, I move to other cities once a month and post my letter to the mailbox address of the publishing house mentioned in the book. The publishing house belongs to my father.. you see. Even though my father said he has opened it solely for me, I actually can't believe it." He chuckled at his father's absurdity.

Shit! You misjudged his father too. Darn you Y/N! You mentally slapped yourself.

"Then, why did your mother made sure that Jungkook and his dad doesn't know that your dad is alive? Or.. am I asking too much?" You said with apologetic amile.

He shook his head, "Not at all. I'm actually feeling good to share these things with someone. It was deep inside me for so many years with no one to talk to, it surely feels good to let it out." He smiled dreamily.

Then he said, "About your question, my mother fears that if Jungkook's father gets to know about my dad, he would do some digging for sure. Apparently my mom and dad have agreed to never pry into each other's life ever again and my dad has threatened that if Jungkook's father gets nosy in someway then he will take me away."

Ohh.. that explains why Taehyung's mother would be so desperate, but then again it seems that his father would look out for every opportunity to get back his dear son.

In that moment, you thought about your own father. "You're lucky, Taehyung." You gulped as you whispered.

"Wha-" Before he could finish his question, he looked at your face.

It broke his heart, you had tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm jealous that your father loves you so much." You looked up at the ceiling as tears threatened to spill, you started fanning yourself, it was getting embarrassing now.

You chuckled awkwardly as you looked at him, "I'm sorry I totally ruined the mood, didn't I?"

He looked with a pitiful gaze, "No, ofcourse not." He denied firmly and hugged you at once catching you off guard.

Just then you heard a metal key fall on the ground near the window facing the corridors.

Han Yoo-in? What? Why did she run away? She didn't possibly see you hugging and misunderstand you.. right?

You quickly got up from your seat, took your bag and bid Taehyung goodbye in a hurry as you ran out of the room to follow her.

You followed her to your house and you followed to her room since she just won't listen to you continuously calling her name out.

"JUST SHUT FUCK UP AND GET OUTTA HERE!!" She screamed in rage.

"Innie please!" You were on the verge of crying as you took her name. "Don't you dare call me that!" She snapped at you.

"Ever since the day I saw you both walking around the school corridors together, he has been avoiding me like plague! Do you think I'm stupid Y/N?"

"What? Aish- I only told him to not play with you, not avoid you!!" You said with distressed voice.

She mocked, "Play? Y/N who's playing with whom here? Open your fucking eyes, it's you Y/N. You took the advantage of my pure feelings towards you to play with them. You're a school bully afterall, I know your shenanigans."

You felt a lump in your throat as you heard her, no one could ever hurt you with words .. except your sister Yoo-in.

Your lips quivered, "Why would I play with the only person who means the world to me? I don't care about mom and dad not loving me but if you too turn your back on me.. I'll suffocate to death in this house." Still Yoo-in was unfazed at your pleas. "Very well then! You should leave this house and go away."

It felt as if someone just pushed you off the cliff you were desperate to survive on, tears finally started streaming down your cheeks.

"You don't mean it, right? Not over some boy!" You asked her heartbroken.

"I do. Completely. Boy or not, it's true that I can't stand you anymore, hence.. I don't want you in my sight ever again. Get out! NOW!" She stomped towards you and pushed your body out of her room, you stumbled back offering no resistance to her push.

The moment you saw her close the doors on your face, you knew, it was the end.

You finally started crying, finally you couldn't stop yourself anymore from falling apart. You kept wiping off your tears but they didn't stop flowing at all, you bit your lower lip, your heart has never been shaken like this ever before.

"Y/N." You wiped your face and looked at your mother who had called you, your father was standing next to her with a thick white envelope in his hands.

You looked at them with eyes red, she spoke, "It seems something has happened. Why don't you.." She paused for a moment and blinked twice, "Why don't you do as she says?" You contorted your eyebrows in confusion.

Your father forwarded the envelope towards you, "Only six months are left for your sister's CSAT. I wouldnt want anything or anyone disturbing her, much less from someone living so close to her. Find a house.. this much money will be enough to buy a good house. You're of legal age so it won't be a hassle, if someone has a problem with the payment or anything, you can call my secretary. You have his number right?" Of course you do, you have always called him, your father never the one to pick up his phone. Never.

But hearing your parents like this, broke your heart a million more times. You're eyelids fluttered, inevitably you shouldn't have had any expectations, but you begged, you prayed, you hoped you were wrong. Instead it was wrong of you to hope all this to be wrong, because no matter what, they always failed you to treat like their own.

"Pack your bags and leave for now."

--

You sat under the bus stand, all the transports came and went by, people came and go. It was as if the world was moving past while you kept standing at the starting line.

You sighed with exasperation, your parents kicked you out of their house with money in cash, enough to buy you a house. Oh! Worried about Han family's daughter found sleeping on streets? You chuckled mockingly.

They didn't even lend you a credit card, maybe the next thing they'll be doing is putting you up for adoption--- "UGHHH" You grunted. All sorts of wild thoughts were bothering you to no end.

You let your head fall back and rest it on the glass wall behind you. Where should you go for now? Arin's house? The last time you went there, her mother definitely didn't like you.

Taehyung's house? Nope he lives with his family and you didn't want to hurt your sister further if she gets to know that you and Tae were living under the same roof.

Jungkook's house? Well... why would you go in the lion's den yourself. You were not stupid.

Then will you buy a house? How will you pay for monthly bills then? Then will you stay on rent? You sighed and looked up at the shed of the bus stop because of the non-stop thoughts storming your head.

Wait- who's that? The glass wall your head was resting upon was actually an ad and the face looked familiar from down.

So you quickly got up from your seat and stood in front of it.

"Na Ji-won?? What is her face doing here? Is she famous?" You quickly took out your phone and searched for her name online.

"A rookie actress?" You bit your lip as you read about her. She debuted earlier this year, her career looks promising so you started to wonder why she was after Jungkook. But what was even weirder was Jungkook choosing you, a high school student, over someone who's about to get real famous.

"Whatever. He is a psycho with poor desicion making skills. Not even surprised now. I wish him and Ji-won were together instead." You gritted your teeth as you felt cold. The night was getting cooler and you needed something extra to wrap around yourself to keep you warm.

As you unzipped your backpack, you suddenly remembered about Ji-won's offer. 20% of the stocks she owned in her father's company will be under your name if you leave Jungkook.

You quickly wrapped a scarf around your neck and opened the calculator on your phone and took out a notebook and a pen for noting down the calculations.

You were making good money from investments within Korea and abroad from the past month. The money your parents gave to you for the house along with Ji-won's stocks would be a solid backup and as Taehyung's father was a real deal, his teachings had been immensely helpful and you plan to meet him in person very soon, so if things continue as good as they are now... You'll be able to become rich even before you get out of school, which is a year and a half now.

Wow! But here's the problem, all of these are future talks, right now you might just freeze to death. You can't buy a house for you to need to save the money... and for Ji-won's stocks, how are you really supposed to leave Jungkook? It's not like you're clinging onto him or something.

The only way to leave him is to either make him leave you or make him marry another woman. Both of them are equally imposs-- hold up, "marry another woman?"

"Marry JI-WON?? HELL YES!" You jumped in ecstasy, that means you can ask for more stocks and maybe end up being the majority shareholder in Ji-won's father's company! Damn!

"I love you Y/N! I love you so fucking much!" You said and just wanted to hug yourself.

How are you going to make them marry each other? Well your evil brain had its own plan. You smirked.

--

Jungkook opened the door in sleepy eyes which immediately became awake when he saw the person standing at his door.

"Uh.. hi." You greeted awkwardly. "Y-Y/N?? Is this really you or am I dreaming?"

You softly chuckled, "You're not dreaming, why would you say that?"

"I just.. never imagined you'd come to me like this!" He licked his lips and then looked at the luggage you had, "What are these bags for? Are you going somewhere baby?"

You almost showed distaste on your face for that nickname. You forced a smile, "Well.. I already came where I was supposed to go. I just got kicked out of my house, I didn't know where to go this late at night."

Jungkook's eyes went wide, "WHAT?? Kicked you out of your house, wait.. first come inside." He said and grabbed your trolley and bag for you.

You walked inside his apartment and sat on the sofa. He quickly went inside his room to place your stuff and then went to the refrigerator to fetch you a glass of water.

"Thankyou." You said as you took the glass from him, he then sat beside you and waited till you drank the water. He then spoke, "You should've called me baby, I'd have come to pick you up."

You looked at him, "I'm here, aren't I?"

He immediately hugged you which caught you off guard, "I missed you." He breathed in the hug, "I missed you so fucking much. Unfortunately I've been so busy I just couldn't get time to reach you. And when I finally get time, it's when the whole world is sleeping." He gulped, "Lately I can't sleep well, you're constantly on my mind. Thinking how you're doing, thinking when we'll finally be together."

You remained silent because you were so thankful that he had no time to bother you, that you've been doing good thanks to his absence, that you plan on never being together.

You broke the hug and looked at him with a fond gaze, "I'm ..." He looked at you impatiently waiting for your answer, "I'm hungry." You spoke and he blinked several times.

"Ah! You're hungry? What would you like to eat, baby? "

Stop with the baby already!

"Anything? Just something light, I'm getting sleepy and tomorrow's school." You told him.

"Alright baby. You should wash up and change clothes, I'll prepare something quick." He said and got up to show you the way to the washroom.

As soon as you washed up and changed into fresh clothes and had the light dinner, he picked you up from the chair to his bedroom. "I could walk on my own okay?? And wait- why are you sleeping next to me?? Hey--"

"Relax baby." He pat your head and took your head in his chest, "I won't do anything to you as long as you don't want to. Let's just sleep peacefully tonight."

You bit your lip, you wanted to punch him so bad right now but you maintained your composure, you spoke, "I didn't think you had this kind of a soft side."

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you, "Well.. as long as you are with me, I'll try my best to be the gentleman you want me to be."

"What about.. the nudes then?" You asked hesitantly.

He chuckled, "Don't worry. I got rid of them the moment we officially notified our family to get us together instead. I realised I've been way too harsh to you and now I don't want anything weighing upon your mind." He kissed your head and spooned you.

You felt such huge burden lift off from your chest as if you can finally breath again. Your body became lesser stiff and you gave into his embrace.

--

Taehyung's eyes grew red when he looked at you stepping out of Jungkook's car, not like anybody could see him from outside but Taehyung knew well about his brother's car and license plate number.

During the school break you received a notification in your phone, you looked at it.

Kim Taehyung: Come on the roof, we need to talk.

You put your phone back in your pocket and walked to the rooftop. As soon as you went there, someone held your wrist and pulled you to the side.

"Taehyung? What is it?" You looked at him in question.

"Answer me. Why did I see you coming out of my brother's car in the morning outside the school entrance?"

You sighed, "Well.. a lot has happened."

"A lot? And you didn't even bother to text me even once?" He was flabbergasted.

"What? I was going to tell you anyways in the school. Yes, you saw it right, I came out of your brother's car because I spent last night at his house and I'm planning to stay further for atleast six months or so." Taehyung was taken aback at your words, he felt lost, confused and most of all, enraged.

He grabbed your collar, "Didn't you hate my brother? Why would you stay with him? Did you already forget about your condition?"

You wanted to laugh on his face, you held his collar too, "Do you know why I had to go to his house in the first place? Thanks to you, I now have to endure him for atleast" You gulped, "half a year."

He released his grip from your collar, his voice faltered, "What do you mean? What did I do?"

You chuckled sarcastically, "Did you know what happened yesterday after i followed my sister? She-" Taehyung saw your eyes pool up with water, "She said I was the bad person in her life, that I had snatched you or something. She fucking hates me because YOU failed to understand my words. What? You avoided her like plague. WHYYY? The only thing I told you was to not toy with her."

"So what?" His voice regained strength, "What wrong did I do? I only avoided her so that she doesn't get the wrong idea, I did my part of the condition. I don't see how am I in the wrong when your sister acts all high and mighty." He poked his inside cheek with his tongue, "What now? Did you cut ties with your family over something so naive? Is that why you went to my brother's place? I just don't see my fault here at all. If there's anything I'm a part of this, it will be that of a victim. I got betrayed."

You looked away to steady your breathing, "Fuck!" You said in annoyance.

"But I believe you wouldn't betray me." He said trying to not jump on his own conclusions.

You looked back at him, "I won't. I completely would stick to the condition."

"Can I trust you... Can I trust you that you won't marry my brother?" He asked you firmly.

"Yes, you have to." You answered.

While coming down the stairs, you quickly texted Ji-won to meet up, you can no longer wait further and for Taehyung.. the fact that you will meet his father, you will keep it a secret from him.

Because if Taehyung gets the wind that you might not stick with him with his business in the long run, he might use his father as an excuse to get back at you.

--

The next day you met with Ji-won in the same cafeteria. "What is it? Have you finally decided to leave him?"

You looked at her with a smirk. "How about you marry him instead?"

Ji-won had a crooked smile, "Which I am going to do anyway!"

You chuckled, "I don't think you can do so on your own, you can marry him only if he agrees to."

She dropped her smile and narrowed her eyes, "What is it that you are planning to do?"

"I'm planning to marry him off to you! Bring me the registeration papers for marriage, I'll bring his signature to you." You offered her with your hands folded and you sitting back casually on your check.

"And how are you gonna do that dreamer?" You chuckled at her calling you a dreamer.

"A dreamer?" You dropped your smile as well, "I'm serious. But only under one condition. Give me all the stocks you own."

"THAT'S ABSURD!" The whole cafe looked at Ji-won and she quickly cleared her throat, "You sure are a good dreamer, Y/N."

"I don't think it's absurd in any way. I'm literally bringing you his papers on agreeing to marry you. All the stocks that you own are actually quite not a big deal for something so crucial, don't you think so? But if you don't want that, I'll take my leave."

"No no wait wait!" She stopped you from getting up, "Don't leave yet. Why are you so confident you can bring it to me?"

You smiled, "Your stocks, they gave me confidence."

She sighed, "Fine! Alright! I'll hand you over the stocks, you give me the signed papers."

"Deal. Send me the papers tomorrow during lunch break, I'll be waiting."

--

As promised, you recieved the papers in a big brown envelope via a junior student during the lunch the next day.

Now that you laid on bed, you kept thinking about your next moves. One would be to get Jungkook sign the papers and another would be visiting New York to meet Taehyung's father .. but you didn't know how? Would Jungkook help you with that? Or will you just flee?

Nahh... fleeing isn't really a good option.

The only good option lies here is to tell him and then go, you had your passport with you so nothing would be a problem. Except if he decides to join you.

You clicked your tongue In annoyance.

"Baby, is something on your mind?" Jungkook who lied next to you on the bed, asked.

"Uhm..Nothing in particular. Just school." You smiled.

"School sucks doesn't it?" He snuggled closer to you, "Would you like a break, baby?"

You raised your eyebrows instantly at his offer, "really??"

He chuckled, "If I knew you'd be this excited, I'd have suggested you earlier."

You quickly sat up, "Can I go on a trip then? A solo trip?"

"Solo? You don't want to go with me?"Jungkook pouted. You awkwardly chuckled, "I mean.. aren't you swamped with a lot of work for your installation as CEO? We can go together once you become the CEO.. isn't it?"

Jungkook got up as well, "My baby is so thoughtful. I love you so much." He said that with a smile and pecked you on your lips.

Your eyes grew wide at his sudden action and your expression looked so funny to him. He chuckled, "You're easily flustered, how cute."

What? Just a little enthusiasm and he falls head over heels for you? Then.. why don't you get ready with your plan already?

Therefore while he kept chuckling, you moved forward and smooched him on his right cheek. He immediately stopped and his cheeks started becoming rosy pink.

You started laughing, "Are you blushing? Isn't it you who's getting flustered easily?"

His eyelids fluttered in shock, was this a green flag from you?

Thus he wasted no time as he grabbed the nape of your neck and started kissing you passionately and for the first time, you reciprocated his kiss which made him turn on even more.

He quickly removed the cloth from your shoulders while he kissed your lips, then your jaw, then your neck and then your exposed shoulder with his hands constantly kneading your breasts.

He bit the crook of your neck which made you let out a moan.

He then kept kissing your neck and then smelled your cleavage like a hungry dog. He lapped his tongue on it with his hands working on opening your silk gown.

They fell down so elegantly. He opened his shirt and then looked at you.

You were left with a white laced, paper thin bra on your chest. He traced the outline of your left boob with his forefinger. He kept going in circles from outside as he kept coming towards the center, with his finger finally touching your perked nipple. He leaned in and place a wet kiss on it, the wetness causing you to whimper. He licked it and slid his one hand inside your panty.

The other hand slowly pulling down the bra from your breast. When they were exposed naked, he spoke, "I'm sorry for being harsh babygirl." with his lips touching your nipple every time he uttered a syllable. "But I didn't know how to have you, how to make you mine. You make me go crazy Y/N!" You ran your hands through his hair, "Just like now." At that very instant he slid two of his fingers inside your pussy and attached his mouth on your boob at the same time making you yelp.

Your toes curled as he started fingering you and chewing on your boobs with his molars and premolars. He kept licking, chewing and biting them until he felt you cum on his hands.

He smiled in ecstasy and pushed you making you fall on the bed, he hovered you and you looked at him lick his fingers in absolute delight.

He quickly got down to open his lower garments and he slid your gown and panty out throwing them on the floor. He climbed back on the bed while kissing your legs all the way to your thighs.

When reached your pussy, he buried his face inside as he smelled your juices and then devoured it like a hungry beast. Every spot licked clean, his tongue continued to lap on your cunt which made you wrap your thighs around his neck.

He held them down tightly as he kissed your pussy and then your lower abdomen then to your stomach. He placed a long lasting kiss on it with a smile, "I can't wait our child to be inside here." He smiled wider as he said it and kissed it again. Your eyes went slightly wide at his words. A child? No way!

"But I'll wait for my baby's mother to first complete her high school." He said and you felt relief.

When he came up, he looked at you, "I thought we'll have sex together. But let's save that for another day." He said and leaned down to kiss you again.

--

When Jungkook woke up, he saw you were not by his side. He got up and took a shower and went to the living room, he saw you in the kitchen making something. He tiptoed his way inside and back hugged you, he placed his chin over your shoulder and looked at you making a sandwich.

Your breath almost hitched as you felt his bare cold chest collide with your back.

"Why is my baby up so early?" He said and kissed your cheek. You smiled, "I thought last night was quite great so accept this as a thankyou and sorry from me."

He got confused, "Thankyou? Sorry? For what, baby?"

"Thankyou because you made me feel good, sorry because I failed to do the same for you." You said but he strongly denied, "What are you saying baby? Because of you, I'm able to work even more efficiently and I am able to sleep soundly nowadays. I'm the one who's thankful because you are my only source of happiness, Y/N. You're my world, Y/N." He said and turned you to hug you and place a kiss on your head.

You constantly tried to rack your brain to come up with ways to make him sign the registration papers of marriage, last night you thought that maybe after you slept with him, you would've asked him to sign the papers while he was in a daze, which.. you couldn't succeed and you're impatient.

Think Y/N, think.. ah! You finally thought of something.

You broke the hug and smiled at him, "Jungkook, remember about the trip we talked about last night?"

He nodded like a puppy, "Of course I do! Where do you want to go baby? Sydney? Athens? Where?"

"London! I want to go there." You gave him a toothy smile.

"Alright, I'll board your plane whenever you say!" He said and you kissed him on the cheek, "Thankyou Jungkook." "Anything for you, baby." He said like a proud boyfriend and returned your kiss.

After a moment of pause, you spoke again, "You're so caring, let me do something for you." You said, hiding your smirk behind your sweet smile when you ran your hands over his abs down over the towel.

His mind went blank went for a millisecond as you teased his member over the towel.

He held your wrist, "What is it?" He asked you, if you were teasing him, he would lose his mind.

While you kept touching over there, you felt his boner.

Hell yes!

You pushed him back and made him sit on a chair and you crouched down, you opened the knot of his towel. "I'm sure you wouldn't dislike this little surprise, will you?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows and shook his head fervently, "Of coursenot!" Are you kidding Y/N? Jungkook would kill to get a blow job from you!

You softly chuckled, "I'm glad then." You said while sliding your palm up and down his length and leaned in to kiss the tip. It caused Jungkook to bite his lip hard, any harder would've left them bleeding.

You started placing soft and fluttery kisses and Jungkook gulped hard, he couldn't wait till you took his dick inside your mouth.

"Oh my look at that!" You faked your surprise as you saw Jungkook already cumming, was he always so easily turned on by you? It was so funny and amusing though, you thought mentally.

You pushed your thoughts aside and seductively licked at the juice flowing down, he was clutching the chair's arms way too tightly for his own good.

And the moment finally came, which he waited with bated breath, as soon as you opened your mouth he almost felt like flying, your tongue doing such a fantastic work, if possible he'd like to get this feeling over hundreds and thousands of times.

He whimpered as your canines grazed his tip and just the moment he was about to squirt, you removed your mouth causing Jungkook confusion. "Ah I almost forgot my test papers were to be signed by my guardian, since I only have you now.. will you sign them? Daddy please?" Jungkook was positive that he was dreaming because in no way in hell you calling daddy on your own would be real.

Jungkook bit his lips, "Can we finish first, please baby?" He whined but you didn't give in to his desperate state. "It is important, please, it'll only take few seconds!" You got up hurriedly and ran to fetch the papers and a pen.

You kept them on the table beside Jungkook and crouched down again, "Please sign them while I'll resume what was left undone."

"Baby." His voice hitched as you took his penis down your throat in one go. Without giving much thought he hastily signed the papers and tossed them aside to free his hands to run through your hair. He was growing impatient afterall.

He freed his hands and thrusted deeper inside you making you almost choke but you kept on swallowing his releases while he closed his eyes in euphoria and praised you, "Ah baby.. ah.. ah you're so dirty yet so beautiful.. ahh" He gritted his teeth as your teeth rubbed against his dick.

When you were finally done, you release his dick out from your mouth with a loud POP making Jungkook bite his lower lip. "Thankyou for the breakfast daddy, I should get ready for school now." But before you could turn away, he grabbed your neck and kissed you eagerly, so much so that one couldn't distinguish whose saliva was hanging in between when he parted from the kiss. He breathed heavily while you panted for air. He smiled as he cupped your cheeks, "I love you, baby."

You smiled back as you took the papers in your hands without dragging his attention.

--

While getting ready, you had quickly texted Ji-won that the work was done and so she should bring the transfer papers.

As soon as you got off from Jungkook's car, you received a message on your phone.

Delulu AF : I'm at the backyard of your school, meet me there NOW.

You sighed, what's with the hurry? You clicked your tongue and went to the backyard.

Na Ji-won stood there with a cigarette in her hand, "You know right smoking is prohibited in school premises?" You said while folding your arms, "Not like this is my school, why should I care?"

"Aren't you an actress, if any student catches you, it'll be over for your career." You said. She looked at you in amusement, "Are you worried about me?"

You tched, "Not even in the slightest. Anyways coming back to our business, I'll hand over the signed papers but before that give me the transfer of shares documents."

"Not until you show me the papers darling!" She smirked while taking the cigarette in her mouth.

"Whatever." You muttered and opened your bag to show the papers. Her eyes became wider with a smile forming on her face next. "How did you make him sign this girl?"

You had a crooked smile, "I have my ways. Happy now?"

"Of course! here have them." She handed you over the papers and you started reading the statements and clause. There! Ji-won's signature on agreeing to give all her stocks under your name.

After being satisfied you handed over the papers, "Farewell Ji-won."

--

Now only one thing remained, going to New York. And as planned before, Jungkook had boarded the plane to London for you. "Baby I should come with you." He pouted while booking the plane tickets.

You giggled, "We would've gone together, but how I can I drag you somewhere else when there's only a week left for your installation? After that, you'll get plenty of opportunities to move around the world because of your business trips! I'll accompany you then." That's how you persuaded him.

--

When you arrived at London, you stayed there for two days because you had to travel to a lot of tourist attractions. Why? In order to take photos to archive them and post them on your social media account later when you'd be in New York so that everybody's convinced of your presence in England.

After taking ample amount of pictures you were ready to fly to New York after you boarded your flight from London.

When you finally reached New York, you only thought that it would be best to look out for Taehyung's father as soon as possible.

You fished out his father's published book from your bag and flipped open to the page where the address of the publishing house was mentioned. You looked at the author's name, "Mr. K?" You tilted your head at the lack of specification.

To think about it, Taehyung has never really told his father's name to you. You bit your lip, "Whatever! When I reach there, I'll say I'm there to find Mr. K." You nodded to yourself and went to the publishing building's reception.

"Excuse me, can I meet Mr. K?" You asked the lady at the counter, she looked at you, "Mr. K? Who?"

Who? Right there might be a lot of people with that initial. "You know, the author of the book Reaching heights of economy and depths of business?" That seemed to click her mind. "Oh him? I'm sorry but he doesn't welcome any guests."

You sighed, well you were not quite surprised but girl! You travelled all the way here only to be sent back like a defeated chicken? "Please, I beg you. A phone call would be fine too, please." You said with pleading eyes.

The lady seemed to melt a little, "Only once, but if he refuses to talk then I can't help anymore." She said and you became happy in an instant, "Sure thing."

As she dialed the number on her telephone, the receiver picked up and the lady spoke, "Hello, there's a girl who wants to talk to you earnestly."

"....."

The lady looked at you, "Your name please."

"Y/N. I'm Y/N." You answered eagerly.

She returned to the call, "It's Y/N."

"....."

"Yes sir, I'll relay it to her."

She looked towards you again, "I'm sorry, he said he won't meet."

"NO! Wait- don't cut the call. Please tell him I'm Rex's friend. Please tell him that." The man seemed to hear your voice over the phone so he said something which made the lady immediately attentive to the line.

"Yes sir. I will relay it to her."

Then she kept the phone and looked at you, "He says he will meet you."

"Oh I see-- wHAT? Meet??" You couldn't believe your ears, did he just straight up agreed to meet after hearing his son's code name? Wow. Did he finally realise you were really a close friend of Taehyung and hence chose to talk to you face to face?

"You can sit on the couch mam, he will send a man to escort you." The lady instructed and you went to sit back on couch to wait for the said man.

After ten or so minutes a man in black suit with a fit build walked towards you, the lady said, "Mam, he is the one."

"Oh okay." You looked at him and stood up to leave the building with him.

There was a black car in front of the gate and he told you to get inside.

The journey was pretty smooth with beautiful hills and mountains at one side and a sea, you supposed, on the other. Nothing like the normal New York city.

But you got confused when they pulled up the car in a brazen place with no humans around. "Why are we stopping--"

"Come out." The man commanded.

You stepped out as he said and then you clearly understood that you were actually standing not far away from a cliff. You started to feel anxious but it became worse when you heard a gun click, and the next moment you know, there were several men in the same suits coming out of more black cars, aiming their guns at you.

Your eyes were so big in pure shock and terror, your mouth went dry, "What is this?"

The person who escorted you earlier stepped forward, "Don't fucking utter a single word except what I ask! tell us, Who has sent you?"

You were perplexed, "Sent? Me? I'm only here to find a person--"

"Shut the fuck up and tell us the truth!" He moved a step forward with his gun fixing the trigger, you stumbled back in fright, only to realise that it was a dead end. One more step and you'd fall from the enormous height into the deep water beneath.

You gulped hard, one wrong move and you'll be done for. But just when you were about to say anything, you saw a familiar face rush towards you making you even more shocked. "Jung-"

"Y/N!!" He shouted your name before you could call him properly. "What are you doing here? And you guys, lower your arms, I know her." He ordered and you breathed in relief but you didn't run to him yet, you had questions, "What are YOU doing here? Are you.." As you looked around, you noticed that he was wearing the same suit as other men there. "Are you a part of this?"

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "I'll answer your question but you have to answer me first. You said you'll be in London? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find someone." You answered and looked at other men, "Take me to your boss." You said but no one moved an inch.

Fuck! Would they listen to you if you mention Taehyung? Not like Jungkook would know Rex is Taehyung's code name.

"Take me to Re-" and as you were about to say Rex's father, you heard a gunshot.

A gun that shot you. Jungkook's eyes went horrifically wide, he at once ran towards you to hold you but your body lost balance and you fell down the cliff.

"Y/N!!!!!!!!"

GOYS! Lesson 4 will be the last chapter, thankyou to everyone for making till here babies!! mwah mwah <;33

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jimin: Bat-Luck (3)

In which you question the honesty in his actions towards you.

Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)

Additional Chapter Warnings: angst, misunderstandings, :(

Chapter Length: mid

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You're not stupid.

Officer Park had been way too nice to begin with to be completely honest with it- there was no way he actually cared that much for a stranger like you just out of pure pity. And now, after all that shock and adrenaline has worn off completely, you start to see the real hints of what's going on.

All the reports, questions, therapist visits- they're just trying to get rid of you again.

It's sadder than it should've been, for some reason. Maybe it's your clingy nature that just got attached in the heat of the moment, or maybe it's the fact that for a bit, everything seemed just so nice. Gentle touches, caring words, happy smiles and encouraging praise. It all left you more heartbroken than before- because now you're just another stray again, waiting for someone to take you in again.

For another hell to begin.

You can't be alone- you're not as independent as officer Park or officer Jeon, who currently waves at you with a little grin on his face. Or maybe he's got an owner? He seems nice enough- maybe you could live with him.

Someone like Jimin would never want you.

And it's not just thoughts that want to pity or badmouth yourself- it's because it's realistic. He's got a job, one that requires his full attention all day. And you're a lot of work, still jumpy and scared of a lot of simple things. Someone like him doesn't have time for a burden like you.

"Hey." Jungkook squats down in front of where you sit on the bench near officer Park's desk. "Jiminie is in a meeting, but he'll be done soon. Do you need anything?" the shiba-Inu hybrid wonders, curled tail wagging a bit in a friendly manner before you politely shake your head. He seems to become a bit more serious at that, clearly having noticed your shift in behavior at this point. After all, he's living with a former trauma victim- he knows how to pick up subtle signs by now.

You seem.. Detached. There's no trace of any emotion in your face, as you simply sit there, no fear, no sadness, no longing eyes looking for Jimin around the office. Something's off- and he needs to figure it out.

"are you okay?" he asks, and you nod- something he'd expected. "I see. I'll tell Jimin to hurry." he instead smiles, petting your head before you can protest about it. You watch as he knocks on the door of the meeting room where Jimin is sat in with his superior and Yoongi, before he enters and closes the door behind him. It's hard to see through the cracks in the blinds, but it looks like the dog hybrid is talking to Jimin, the older officer's eyes turning a bit more serious at whatever he's telling him.

Are you in trouble?

You're not sure, but your instincts instantly tell you to hide and find someplace away from all of this, best before he walks out the room and spots you.

The office building is rather large, and you've not explored anything yet- so you're unsure where to go, what places could be best to hide. And it seems like luck is also not on your side either, as you hear Jimin's voice in the distance. "you said she was waiting here? Where is she?" he seems angry.

Oh no.

You pick up your speed, leaving your shoes randomly in the hallway so you're just on socks- you've learned that you're way quieter this way, and considering you've got a bat and a dog hybrid on your tail, you need any advantage you can get.

It's the staff toilets you walk in, closing the door behind you before you lock it. It's not going to prove difficult for them to unlock it or break in, but it'll buy you time at least- valuable seconds to think about your next steps. "Jimin!" Jungkook calls out- having probably found your shoes, as you hold your breath in the staff toilets. Maybe they won't find you ins-

And then the door rattles.

"Kitten?" Jimin asks, and now your instincts are running on high speeds, taking over your entire body as adrenaline fills your veins. "It's okay, everything's fine!" he calls out, but you don't hear it as the reassurance it is, but as a threat barked by Lady J back at your old home.

'Come here, kitty kitty.' she'd say. 'I just want to talk.'

You're done playing nice however, as you climb up one of the stall doors, hurting your fingers as the door moves and catches them in between the hinge for a second, making you hiss- but there's no time to loose. The tiny window is easily slid open- and you somehow maneuver yourself to grab onto the ledge, socked feet struggling to find any grip on the wall as your tail thrashes around, desperate to hold any balance. It's when you hear someone harshly banging on the door that your ears flatten against your skull.

They're trying to break in now.

You squeeze yourself out the window, scratching open your shoulder on a loosened screw, before you drop down into the bushes below, a harsh landing not even slightly softened by the foliage and plants, knocking the air out of you for a good second, before you regain control over your limbs again.

And not a moment too early it seems, as the door opens inside the room above, both officer's boots now moving around before you can hear Jungkooks urgent voice. "Jimin, there!" he says, and before you can even think twice, you run off into the foresty area behind the police office, uncaring of the twigs biting at your ankles.

This- this was finally freedom.

Not whatever lies they've been trying to feed you inside that place.

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[the-firebird69]

There are a few things we're going to go over and Hera has an announcement and several she says

Thor Freya

When is I want you since you're a little baby I never seen you fuss and futs around which is good and it's really not doing much of it but it means you're bored and just going to focus on what you do and they don't let you do anything else and they're pigs and they're morons and it's dangerous we need to get rid of them and we are and pretty soon there'll be nothing but a memory until then I'm putting extra watch on you and several. And he says good I could use it I need it now and they're doing it now and getting ready and moving into positions. I have been requesting it steadily and finally it's being installed. The several things to announce the fleet that was out here from Tommy f is gone destroyed the huge fleet has moved off and is going towards and is at the planetoids and there's three and a half and they are dangerous as hell to everybody in the solar system they have them pinned and they're sitting there in a standoff everybody is aiming at them and there's bases on Earth too with their aiming at, demanding they surrender. There's a few other things

-we have no time for your people, and I'm going to prove it you're on our way of survival and every day I hear your stupid whining I get more angry and more if you disappear I'm very upset about it it's in there just issuing threats like it's free and people are picking you up and throw you into an incinerator like it's free, sure it's a few different peoples but they're doing it

-your actions are rude gross crass and you know they are and you don't understand that there's a penalty it's very very high here you should ask someone

-this massive massive numbers of you being killed now for your crimes and it's what you're doing than to do it for and you're seemingly unaware of it and he says that they're calling the armies you're trying to invade because they found out about it. I see it and he's informing me of what's going on but really you're sitting here bothering the s*** out of him and making it worse I don't see why and it says they can't help it between Tommy F and these Max and other enemies so we need to have people here and the watch is a great idea he means that you're kind of weak. Right and she says yes the willpower is low they're using power on them and really they don't got much left and so we have to have police here and we need them here ASAP

Hera

We do have them

Zues

As our son said we have several and they are in the big police station, which is just beyond the border of Charlotte county

Thor Freya

I do this that you're saying we have them here and ask for watching and put it in but seriously you're like surrounded I do serious saying you're getting some help and then I'll post her to her an outpost or two and I don't know how to put them but they do so we should be better and I get that I'll be okay

Hera Zues

We are experiencing a lot of racism here and it's against the minority Bullock and they are serious and serious problems and we said we sent away for assistance there's a lot of it. There's a bunch of fights and people are getting into violent conflict. And 400 of their sheriff are not going to do it and statewide no. And we move fast but not fast enough right now there's just like a lot of fights in Florida a bunch and they are moving down more and more minority morllock, and the fights are increasing even though the Bullock have only like three or four percent of the population these guys have 10 or so but that's making it happen and they're going to move in is serious group fairly soon from New York City hasn't come down yet there's a few serious groups already though and these people are figuring out the hard way.

-and there's several other things happening and one of them is their filling up the airways with nonsense and I mean the radio is radio frequencies and they are getting on there to say stupid things so we're setting up something to counter it

-there's also a lot of people on the road around with no clothes on a very little clothes on and people going after them all the time and we're pulling them in. As he says you have to treat them as if they could be dangerous so it has to be actual law enforcement we're going to look for and there's a lot of them though and this is more coming and he says we have to deputize and we're doing that now Mac is approving it it's too many people of this hostile nature.

-there's a few other things happening the fire department ambulance and hospitals have not been straightened out and there are doozie Forg say it and minorities. They don't know what to do about it and to go in there and get abused

,-came up with some ideas and some of them involve going in the hospitals undercover , we do like that idea

, another idea is to put a wieghty subject on and see what they do

Finally the smile then it takes it to court after taking it to jail the last one works very well and every time

-this place is a circus these people wanted to be and I say is that we should go after them for it and ruin them and as soon as possible

-and there are some ships off my side still, and the only minutes we're entering day three of the conjunction of Venus and Mars or total eclipse of Venus. And I do want respect for it from these but I don't think to get the respect. Nope.

I'm okay under duress but okay others are pressure against threatening, they want Mars and they want to use Venus

Hera

Zues

Is a very clear statement and we're going to issue it now

Olympus

[rayofsunas]

s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

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[yunkiwii]

—potions gone wrong—

☆ hogwarts au ☆

pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho

supportive oc: angela, female

genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people

wc: 2.4k

warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession

a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡

summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..

shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡

↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."

↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"

Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.

"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.

"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.

"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"

"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.

"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"

"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.

"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"

"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.

"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.

"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.

"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"

"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.

"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."

"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"

"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"

"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"

The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.

"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."

"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"

You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.

As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.

Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.

"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.

"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"

"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"

"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.

"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.

“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.

"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.

"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.

As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.

"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.

"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.

"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."

"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.

"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"

"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"

"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"

Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."

"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.

"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.

"I've got a better idea..."

It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.

The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.

Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"

He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.

"Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic."

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[atsunflower]

Hospital for souls — Tokyo nights.

Rated: SFW

Author note: Man, this one took me ages to write. And I don't even know how I could write this much for the second chapter, this is about 3,2k words. I'm tired because I decided to change lots of things in this chapter and I hope you all like it. Also, feedbacks are much appreciated!

Warnings: This chapter contains cursing, swearing, graphic descriptions of blood, violence and surgical procedures (Kind of inaccurate but only for writting purposes. Don't do it at home, kids). Also, there are slight mentions of anxiety, OCD and PTSD.

Enjoy the reading!

II — Tokyo nights

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You felt anxious.

Everytime you walked through Itachiyama halls, the hairs in your nape would stand and your skin, prickle in fear; a bitter taste would take over your mouth because everything was too much.

"Look, you don't have to worry. Itachiyama wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you because it would mean war." The memory of Suna's voice did nothing to soothe your nerves.

You knew that Inarizaki did not care. If anything, Itachiyama harming you would be like killing two birds with a stone: the Miya would get rid of your existence and then, have a excuse to go after your husband. "They know the twins' intentions, you know. It's not like Sakusa is dumb. Being honest, the guy is the most cautious man I ever saw" you recalled Suna saying it in your wedding's eve.

But one month after the deal, you still felt suffocated.

You opted to lay low and don't wander around the house; Sakusa's men were still suspicious of you and kept sending nasty glares in your direction whenever they saw you.

Since you weren't allowed to work anymore, boredom was killing you. At least, the maids were nice enough — or just too afraid to go against the lady's will — and let you do as you pleased. You then took over some house chores to busy yourself.

Cleaning, tidying and baking.

Sometimes gardening when you needed some fresh air.

"What a shame for Oyabun-sama, his lady is lowering herself to the peasants' level" you would hear some gossip here and there. Not that you cared, though.

"Sakusa-sama" you heard the housekeeper calling, the new name still foreign to your ears.

"Kaede-san? Do you need something?" The old woman wearing a green hakama stood in front of you, accompanied by a girl with dark blond hair.

"This is Kuribayashi Runa, the new maid working here" she said presenting the young woman by her side. The latter politely bowed at you.

"New maid? Why?"

"I'm afraid it's not appropriated the lady take care of house chores. These are strict orders from Komori-sama" her tone was dry. Kaede was never hostile towards you, but you could tell she wasn't fond of your presence either. "Also, remember you're having lunch with oyabun-sama today"

You released a shaky breath, dismissing their presence.

Why yakuza was taking even the smallest things from you?

Prying to the clock on the nightstand, you realized it was past noon and the lunch hasn't been served yet. Sakusa didn't show up either.

After being destitute of your duties, you went for a shower and killed time by reading in your bedroom.

Did something happen? You wondered.

Punctuality was something very fancied in this household and everything inside the mansion functioned like clockwork.

But how come Sakusa didn't show up yet? Why the food isn't set?

"[Name]" The door to your bedroom was open without ceremony, Komori's voice sounding harsh when he called you. The look on his face wasn't amicable either. "Sakusa wants to see you. Now."

The brown haired male did not spare you another glance, turning his back to you. You followed the tall man in an auto-pilot mode, already dreading whatever was going on.

The Kobun was taking you to Sakusa's office.

The large doors always made you feel unsettled; you never were there before. Being called to this room sent shivers down your spine.

Komori knocked the door only to the faint voice of your husband acknowledge your presence. Getting in, you were stunned. The whole mansion held a modern architecture with a minimalist design, and this room was true to Itachiyama's style.

The walls were pristine white and the floorboards were dark and shiny. The furniture held the impersonal style your husband seemed to appreciate and was clean to the eyes. Everything millimetrically positioned, aesthetically appealing.

By the glass wall, Sakusa stood proud. His back facing you, body clad in a black suit. The way he admired the stunning land through the windows held a power you never saw before.

Right now, he looked like a god rulling his own creation.

"Komori, go" his stone cold voice ordered the other male. The kobun did as he was told, leaving you two in this sinister room.

"I don't know if you are too brave ou just too dumb" he didn't turn to face you. The cold tone boomed loud within your ears and you felt cornered.

Forget the god thing. The man in front of you was the demon himself.

"What do you mean?" You asked, brows furrowing when suddenly, his enraged features loomed over you, even from afar.

"Don't fucking play dumb. I've warned you to stay out of my way" his menacing stare made the breath hitch in your throat "Where is the fucking folder?"

"I don't know what are you talking about!" You meekly replied, seeing his body growing close to yours.

"Thats it. You have a death wish." He merely stated "You're the only enemy inside this fucking house"

Without knowing what was going on, you didn't stand a chance to defend yourself. You tried opening your mouth in protest but your brain didn't come up with anything.

"Listen. I don't have the time to play whatever game you and those brothers of yours are planning." Sakusa scowled "In the first opportunity, you get to screw up. Fascinating."

"I don't even know what you're talking about" the cry left your mouth and your body trembled. The man before you grimaced at your outburst. He let out an exasperated breath, still trying to keep his cool.

"Do you expect me to believe you? Fine, I'll play along, then" He sat at the imposing chair behind his desk "The manila folder that was on this desk was stolen. You're the only one inside this house who has reasons to take it."

"It wasn't me! I never entered this room before!" You retorted, anxiety crawling in your skin. He fished his cellphone from his pockets, reading whatever on his screen

"Can't be proven, though it looks like we didn't find anything in your stuff–"

"Wait! You fucking messed with my things?" You cut him off in rage, observing him reaching over for a flask on the wooden surface.

"Well, you messed with mine first." He said while rubbing some hand sanitizer on his palms.

You rolled your eyes at his antics.

"Whatever" and then turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" The sarcastic voice filled your ears, making your steps to halt "As much as I despise it, you won't be out of my sight anytime soon"

God, You trully hated it here.

It was nighttime and true to his words, neither Sakusa nor Komori left you alone for the whole day.

Their presence was unnerving, to say the least, and everytime they talked to each other, you body went stiff.

Their speech wasn't explicit as you thought it would be. Both of them treated the matter as if they were making normal business instead of some yakuza stuff.

It didn't sound violent.

But you knew better.

"Have Fukuroudani made contact yet?" The Oyabun asked.

"Yes. Konoha told me they will be waiting by eleven" Komori peered at his watch "One hour to go. We should get going, then"

Sakusa turned his attention to you.

"Go get changed. We're leaving in ten minutes."

You did as you were told; black would do, you decided. Grabbing a wool coat and a satin scarf, you were ready to go.

Why the hell Tokyo nights were so cold at this time of year?

In the living room, Sakusa and Komori were waiting for you.

"Man, bringing [Name] along will be a pain" the brown haired male said while stretching.

"The stolen docs were about this meeting. We gotta bring her along if Inarizaki tries to do something" The taller one reasoned.

"Ah shit, this is so fucked up. I dont know how you agreed to it" Komori lamented.

Being honest, neither Sakusa did.

"Why do I have to tag along?" Your voice startled them. Your husband scowled at you while Komori opened the front door, both males ignoring your question.

A sleek black car was waiting for you three. Komori took the driver seat and Sakusa sat on passenger's side. You found comfort in the beige leather of the backseat, appreciating the warmth provided by the air conditioned.

"Shouldn't we bring more men with us?" The Kobun asked.

"There's a back up car in downtown. They can reach us in no time if something comes up" Sakusa said while covering his face with a mask "Also, I doubt someone would dare to mess with both Fukurodani and Itachiyama" He spared a glance at you through the rearview mirror.

You sighed. Anxiety didn't let you be for the whole day and now, fear was taking its toll on you.

With your temple resting on the window, you observed the city lights.

You loved Tokyo and how bright it was, although, you loved the suburbs even more; the industrial aesthetic and the narrow streets brought you the comfort you didn't feel in the last three months.

You lived here for your whole life, after all.

It wasn't a surprise when you spotted the building you used to live in.

A surge of homesickness found its place in your guts and your chest constricted in longing.

The drive lasted five more minutes before Komori parked the car by a hangar. When you lived in this neighbourhood, the place was deem abandoned with its vandalized walls and rusty gates. But inside there, you found our the interior was really neat, proving you wrong.

"Sakusa-san, Komori-san!" A blonde male came into view, eyeing you with wariness. "I see you brought your lady tonight. It's a pleasure having you here, miss" the indifferent tone of his voice said otherwise, tough.

You merely noded at him while the heads of Itachiyama greeted the man.

"Shall we start, then?"The blond asked before opening a door to your right. You felt unsettled knowing they wouldn't want your presence there.

"As you wish, Konoha-san" was all Sakusa said while a woman appeared out of nowhere.

"I'm afraid your wife would be pretty bored in our meeting. Yukie here will keep her company for the time being." The man Konoha pointed at the brunette with short hair. Sakusa sent you a hard stare before entering the room.

You both sat on some wooden boxes filled with god knows what. You eyes wandered through the hole place, trying to find something entertaining.

The woman hadn't said anything for a whole eternity before breaking the silence.

"So, Miya-san, huh?" The way she said the damned name tickled you off.

"I'm no Miya"

"Yeah, I know. I've heard of you" Yukie chuckled, looking at you with despise. You cocked a brow ate her.

"Sure you did" She was about to retort before the door was open again.

"Well, it's always a pleasure to make business with Itachiyama. We will see you off, then" Konoha said before reaching for the exit.

It was long past midnight when the meeting ended. The five of you were by the gates, Konoha and Komori doing some chit-chat, when four people appeared out of nowhere, knives in their hands.

"Ara, ara. look at these yakuza big shots" A man with an undercut said, fidgeting with the blade between his fingers. In your periferic vision you saw Yukie running back to the hangar and the three men by your side reaching for the guns by their hips.

Among the other four, a figure seemed familiar to you.

"Kuribayashi Runa" The name left your lips in a whisper. The female let out a mocking laugh and Sakusa frowned at you.

"Explain" Your husband immediatelly demanded, grimacing.

"She is the new maid working in your house. Today was her first day." Runa scoffed at your reply.

"Do I look like a maid to you, bitch?" And then, everything went into slow motion.

The woman came in your direction, holding the knife high in the air whilst you stepped backwards, being cornered by the gate.

You saw the blade glinting under the street lights and saw it aiming for your chest.

But it never came.

A hand pushed you downwards and you fell to the ground along a clattering sound. Sakusa's shadow loomed over you, trying to evade the knife.

By your left, you saw Konoha and Komori fighting the other guys, their guns useless in a hand-to-hand fight.

The adrenaline rushed through your bloodstream, your mind going frantic. It felt like one of those life or death situations you faced in the surgery room.

How can I save someone's life right now?

You saw Sakusa's pistol laying on the ground next to you. He and the woman were a couple of inches from your body.

You knew what you had to do.

With your leg reaching forward, you made her trip. The knife she held was kicked away by your husband.

"Sakusa! Watch out for Komori!" And you threw the gun at him.

A second too late, the bang echoed and an agonizing scream ripped through the night.

By your left, Runa and two of the guys were already running away.

The man Komori fought collapsed to the ground clutching his leg and cursing under his breath.

But the most disturbing sight was the way Komori held his arm, whimpering and cursing while his right hand clutched the knife's handle.

The blade tore his flesh and crossed the limb right next to its joint, in a weird angle.

Yukie came back, carrying a rope and a pistol.

"I sent some of our men to their direction." She said while helping Konoha to restrain the guy who attacked you.

"What the fuck you guys want?" The blond asked before kicking the man in his guts. The latter spat blood, giving a crooked smile at Konoha.

"Johzenji is coming" Was all he said before passing out.

"Yukie, carry him to the basement." He ordered "Since it happened on our territory, we will be investigating the incident. We count with Itachiyama's cooperation and will keep you updated" Konoha bowed at Sakusa, before rushing back to the building.

Komori was still on his knees, head hanging low. A grunt went past his lips and you knew what he was doing.

"Komori! Don't!" But again your shout came too late and the man ripped the knife away from his limb. Blood rushed through his fingers and dampened the suit he wore. "Fuck" you rushed to his side, Sakusa's features going livid.

"We gotta take him to a hospital" you said.

"No!" Komori croaked out, getting a hold of your arm. You knew what he meant, but you also knew what could definetely happen if he ignored the situation.

Sakusa was frozen in front of you two, unsure of what to do. You took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage you had.

"You have to trust me, then" you held the brown haired male by his torso and gave Sakusa a determined glare.

The oyabun noded at you and it was all the assurance you needed before ripping out Komori's blazer and transforming your scarf into a tourniquet.

In your old apartment, you ushered the two males inside, taking them both to your kitchen.

Sakusa sat the Kobun in a chair while you went to another room. A minute later, you brought two metallic cases, some flasks and a first aid box.

In the cupboards you took a flask of alcohol and squeezed it to the table, wipping it with some gauzes.

Positioning Komori's arm over the wooden surface, you sterilized his wounds with povidone and then turned your attention to Sakusa.

"I'll start it now" before proceeding to the sink. Sakusa admired the movements you made while washing your hands "I need you to do the same" and he complied.

The male helped you to put the gloves and mask on and to set your instruments over the table.

Looking at Komori, you realized he passed out in spite of the pain. The blood loss wasn't huge, but you did not knew why he fell unconcious.

You prepared two syringes of anesthesics. Sakusa sent you a weird glare, brows furrowing at you.

"Don't look at me like this. I'm a surgeon you know" and then you did the infusion. "Its not that weird if I have some hospital shit at home".

You opened the cut with a scalpel. Scrutinizing at the wound, you saw the artery was hit.

"Thank god." You let out a breath of relief, realizing the damage was little. It didn't need an anastomosis, so some stiches would do. "The ulnar artery was hit but it won't be too hard to fix. Although, I can't tell if there's a nerve damage" and you started to close the vessel's lesion.

You observed if there was any muscle or tendon damages and proceeded to suture the gashes, making sure the procedure was well done. You then patched it up and imobilized the limb with a makeshift splint, before undoning the tourniquet.

"Let's take him to my bedroom" With that, you both carried the unconcious man to your bed. "I need to check him overnight and– Shit! Your face!" It was just now you realized he had a gash on his cheek.

Sakusa flinched, feeling the blood drying over his skin and dampening the mask he used. He removed the cloth and observed the cut with the front camera of his phone. He frowned at the sight.

"It can get an infection and leave a nasty scar. Do you want me to patch it up?" You offered after checking Komori's blood pressure and his heartbeat.

A please left his lips in a whisper.

You both went back to the kitchen and you used a new set of tools. Holding his face between your gloved hands, you admired his facial features.

Sakusa was pretty.

Almost ethereal with his thin nose, almond eyes and thick brows. In addition, te two moles on his forehead complimented his beauty.

You snapped out of your reverie, getting to work.

"Finished. This kind of suture won't leave a visible scar" you said cutting the thread and reinforcing the stitch with tape.

Your finger lingered a bit longer on the apple of his cheek. Sakusa grabbed your hand and held it for a while before getting away from you and settling himself on your couch. You ignored the ghost of his touch on your skin and went back to check on Komori.

That night, Sakusa realized that no one ever handled him with such care, as if he was made of fine china.

I like that touch, he decided.

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Dangerous Love (Pt. 13 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 1.7 K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

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{Justice League - DC Masterlist}

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Freedom

“Bruce! I'm back!” You yell as you push the door closed with your back, carrying the two bags from the supermarket. Alfred is driving the car to the garage. Today was the fourth time you went out all by yourself. Alfred has to drive since you still can't take your license, but you feel like you're doing well. He stays in the car while you buy the stuff you want, and it's actually good to be out there, with the people. “I met this sweet lady on the line and she was so cute. She told me about her grandson who's starting in the kinder garden this year.” You follow the sound of his voice coming from the living room, leaving the bags on the table at the main hall and making your way there. “She–”

The words get stuck on your throat when you see he's not alone. Amanda Waller and the other five people responsible for Belle Reve are here. You're frozen, busted because you don't know if they should know about all the freedom you're having. You look at Bruce, searching for any signs of what to do. His expression is calm, light, and he reaches out his hand. “Come here, sweetheart.” He says, and you take a few seconds to find your legs, making your way over him, taking his hand, noticing how yours are shaking.

“Is everything alright?” You whisper to him.

“I see Havoc is already allowed out. And apparently without your supervision.” One of the men speaks, his angry eyes on you. This one wants you back in your cell, being beaten up.

“She is. (Y/N) is adapting wonderfully well.” Bruce says. “This is not the first time she goes out without me, and there hasn't been any kind of incident.”

“I couldn't help but notice you engaged in a romantic relationship with her,” Amanda states, reading something on her tablet. “The rest of the world didn't recognize her, but we did. You've been seen with her in... Three different galas.”

“I'm well aware of the contract we both signed, Amanda. I made it. And a romantic relationship wasn't mentioned, which means it wasn't forbidden.” You hold tight on his arm as he speaks. “And yes, I've been to some parties with her, I believe you saw us on the news.”

“I don't need you to tell me about the contract, Bruce. I read it. And honestly, I couldn't care less about who you want to put in your bed.” She mumbles, typing something down. “Let's make it quick, Bruce. We're here for a reason, but Havoc isn't the only criminal we have to deal with.”

“Her name is (Y/N). And soon enough you won't have to deal with her anymore.” Bruce turns to you, placing a kiss on your lips. “I need you to wait upstairs, my love. You can't be present while we discuss this.”

Nodding, you give them one last look before walking away.

But you can't go to your room. You're too scared now. What if you lose what you have here? Your life with Bruce... If you're thrown back in Belle Reve... You can't handle it anymore, you'll die. Inside first, until your body gives up. So you move downstairs, a few steps so the wall is hiding you, sitting down and paying attention, trying to bring sense to their words.

“Mr. Wayne, eight months ago you took in one of Belle Reve's intern, (Y/N) Quinzel, also known as Havoc, to test a project of your creation. In which you tried to rehabilitate her, so that she could have a life out of her criminal actions, being able to be fully reintroduced into life in society.” The man speaks slow, and by the looks of it, they must be recording it. “Do you believe your project succeded?”

“Yes.” Bruce answers.

“Do you believe (Y/N) could be released to live among other people without causing any kind of harm, stealing, killing, torturing, or any other dangerous behavior?”

“Yes.”

“Are you aware that the condition for her release is you being completely responsible for her actions from now on?”

“Yes, I am.”

“It will be like a damn marriage, Wayne.” Someone says, and your heart stops. “Anything she does, she steals a freaking pencil, you'll have to answer for it. You'll be bound for life.”

“Good,” Bruce mumbles, and you hear some laughs.

“For goodness sake, Wayne. I get that you want to have fun with her. The girl is insane but pretty, I'm not blind. But–”

“I'm not having fun with her. And you will watch your tongue before talking about (Y/N) again.” A smile comes to your lips, and you cover your mouth with a hand. Every passing day you're more and more sure that Bruce is going serious with you. That he has a goal with your relationship, but it still warms your heart when he says something like that.

“Whatever you want, Bruce Wayne,” Amanda mutters. “I will need you to sign here. And your fingerprints.”

A silence falls, and everything you hear is your heartbeat. Bruce told you he was starting the last procedures to set you free once and for all, but you didn't think it would happen so fast. Guess he did had everything under control after all.

Your mind suddenly floats back to when you first got here, when you tried to run, when you attacked him so brutally. Back then, on the first days, you never thought you'd fall for him. And it took a while for you to even allow yourself to. Bruce, being Batman, the hero, could never have feelings for you. And it's true that the signs where there, when he touched you, or when he went to your room to dance with you, leaving the party behind... But you were so scared back then... That you'd have your heart broken for the very first time.

But it had a happy ending. An ending you know you don't deserve. You want to be with Bruce, you want the life you have now, to go to college next month, study and become a nurse. Find a job and... The rest you don't know. But you know it'll be good.

“Go get the girl. I need her fingerprints too.” Amanda speaks up.

You hear his footsteps as they grow closer. You stand up when you see him on the bottom of the stairs, waiting until he reaches you.

“Did you hear it?”

You nod, letting yourself fall into his embrace when he opens his arms. “I don't want to see any of them ever again.”

“You won't, I promise.”

“Bruce... A-are you sure you'll sign that thing? I heard what they said.”

“Hey...” He pulls away, just enough to look into your eyes. “I already signed and I don't regret it. This is the last step, (Y/N), don't let them get to your head.”

“Okay,” you mumble, tiptoeing to kiss him.

Bruce guides you back to the living room, and you try to keep your head up, fearless.

“Havoc. Put both your hands here.” Amanda says, her voice filled with anger and disgust. She doesn't want to release you, but she has no choice. Nodding, you place both hands on her tablet. You watch as the screen reads all your ten fingerprints, and your picture appears on the top. Then, a green X covers it, blinking, and then everything is gone. And now, with your hand still on it, the screen shows up a few dots, and the word ‘searching’. “It's done, Havoc. But don't you ever come back under my jurisdiction again... I won't give you any other chance. Even if another Kryptonian comes from the sky demanding for it.”

“(Y/N).” you simply say, stepping back until you're by Bruce's side.

“Of course.” She mutters. “Well, I believe this is it. Mr. Wayne, I believe we're done here.”

“You may now kiss the bride, Wayne.” A man says, and two others laugh with him. You sink a little, stepping back, letting Bruce's shoulder hide you.

“You won't get an invitation Mr. Rochford, but I'm sure you'll know about it on the news,” Bruce says and the men immediately shut up. “I must ask you to leave now. Our business is over. For good.”

“I wish you luck, Mr. Wayne.” Amanda Waller reaches out her hand and Bruce shakes it.

You stand there, watching them leave. It's ridiculous, but you feel like your chains are falling off. All the terror, the infinite days and neverending nights in that hell are over. You still don't like thinking about it, and remembering is painful, but you're glad that's what it is now: a memory. A distant, faded memory. Some scars will accompany you for the rest of your life, even though Bruce has you under some esthetic treatments to get rid of most of them. But you're ok with that, with the ones that will stick around. They'll be a different kind of badge now, a prove that you crawled out of that nightmare, and despite needing a little push, you did some of the work too.

“Why are you crying, my love?” Bruce asks when he comes back, but you haven't noticed the tears rolling down.

“It's nothing, I just... I'm happy. Truly, wholeheartedly happy, I...” He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight. “I love you so damn much, Bruce, but... I guess I love me too. Who I am now, who I want to become.”

“Whatever happens now, (Y/N), it's up to us. To you. You can make your own decisions, and I'll be here to support you.”

“I know, babe.” Pulling away, you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Life starts now, and... I want you in it.”

“Me too, sweetheart. That's why I had no trouble sighing that contract.” His eyes get darker, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“What is it, Bruce?” He's dead serious, bouncing you up to have a better grip.

“Marry me.”

Your heart stops, as the answer slides down your tongue. Enough with the nightmares. This life is way better than any dream you couldbever have.

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Fix You / JJ Maybank

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A/N: This one is based on Fix You, by Coldplay. I think I did well with this one, let me know what you think!

Summary: After a bad breakup your friend JJ is there to help you.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader.

Warnings: Mentions of a breakup, sadness.

Word count: 1097.

Lyrics look like this!

When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

When the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

After all the years you've spent with your boyfriend it never seemed to be enough for him. All the effort you've put on your relationship, trying to communicate with him or being there with him when he needed help had been in vain, because he didn't feel the same way about you after all.

You two had met in highschool and started to date not long after, the first months it was amazing, you were never tired of being with each other and you couldn't help but be touchy and cheesy all the time. That changed when he started going out with a new group of people he had found, he was more irresponsible, distant and far from you than he had ever been. And you tried to keep up with it, hoping he would realize how much he had changed and the person you had met came back. But that change never came and he ended up leaving.

Now you were in bed all the time, crying your eyes out until you couldn't even feel your face and your eyes were itchy. Your routine consisted in waking up, staying in bed crying and sleeping all day long. You felt like the years you had spent with him were a waste, like you had been with a fake version of who your now ex-boyfriend really was. And it hurted like hell not knowing if all the kisses, hugs and good times had been an act.

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Your friends had been worried about you, texting, calling or even trying to visit you at home, but you always gave them an excuse, not feeling with enough energy to have someone else with you. Your friends were trying to give you time, understanding that you were going through a rough time, but JJ was not having it, he was way too worried to just sit around and wait for you. And he knew that as your best friend, he had to be there for you.

One day JJ felt like he had waited enough so he decided to go to the store to get you some candy, a cute card and a couple of balloons, he had chosen ones that said 'Get better soon' and 'It's a girl!' He was pounding at your door while holding the balloons and a bag with all the sweets he had gotten you. 'Come on y/n, I know you're in there, open the door. Please.'

You knew that he was way too stubborn to just knock on the door a few times and then give up, so you just get out of bed, wrapped in blankets and go to the door. When you open it you show your head a little. 'JJ please, leave, I'm not in the mood for anything right now.'

'I'm not going anywhere, I'm here to make sure you are okay and to try to cheer you up, so you're not getting rid of me that easily.' He says.

You sigh and open the door completely to let him in. 'I'm fine, see? You can go now.' You say moving your arms under all the blankets. He just stares at you.

'You just said you're not in the mood so make up your mind.'

'Well I just broke up with who I thought was going to be the person I would spend the rest of my life with, I think I deserve being sad for some time.'

'You do, but you're not going to be alone during that time. I'm here and you're gonna have to put up with me, like it or not.' He says, and then hands you the balloons. 'Plus, I got you balloons.'

You look at them with a weird look on your face. 'Why does this one say "it's a girl"?' You ask.

'They didn't have too many types so I got that one because I know it has your favorite color in it.' He says smiling.

You start crying like a baby and he pulls you on a hug. 'I love him so much JJ, I don't understand why he would do this to me.'

'Hey, I know. But you'll be okay, trust me. I'll make sure you get out of this one.' He kisses your head while hugging you. 'It's okay, just let everything out and then you can start eating all the chocolate I bought you.'

'I'm so glad I have you in my life right now JJ, you're the best friend I could ever ask for.' You say hugging him tightly and burying your face on his chest.

And high up above or down below

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try, you'll never know

Just what you're worth

During the next few days you start feeling a lot better, but even when you had some occasional ups and downs JJ was there to help you pick up the pieces and try to make you feel better. Always saying that you have to get better just so you can go out there and see how worth you are, repeating it like a mantra.

He's always around you, knowing what to say at each moment, making you laugh (or at least trying) and giving you the affection you need. You know that he has his own stuff going on, but he doesn't show it and when you try to ask him about his problems he keeps saying that he'll take care of his stuff later, but he needs you to get better first so you can help him out too when he needs you.

After being locked at home for a couple of weeks you decide it's time to go out and prove yourself how strong you really are. And you are sure you would not be able to do it if it wasn't for JJ, so you take his hand firmly and look at him. 'Thank you so much for being there for me, let's do this.' He just gives you a smile and a wink and, together, you step inside John B's house to meet your friends again.

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one of the boys — yandere overhaul x f. reader

apparently woman are looked down upon in the yakuza,, shame on y'all ;( forgive me for my poor smut writing skills, i might write longer smut in the future if y’all want it 😳

warnings: dubcon, stalking, gore (overhaul's quirk), explicit smut.

All it took was a dramatic wardrobe change, a short haircut, extensive vocal practice, and the removal of all of your files to worm your way into the Shie Hassaikai.

That's right, you were a woman that was a part of the Yakuza. It wasn't a simple task on your end; you had to let go of everything you knew in order to live this dangerous life.

You believed it was unfortunate how women were looked down upon in the underground world. It took months of preparations to prepare yourself for this role, not even including your extensive quirk training.

Finally, after months of trying to remove all personal and medical files on yourself, you had successfully managed to fake your identity and wow the Shie Hassaikai with your unique quirk.

You had an informational quirk that allowed you to solve any case within seconds. The only downside to this quirk was how you needed the names of the people involved in the case. Your quirk also didn't give you any sort of super intuition, so you still needed to be on guard most of the time.

This quirk was honestly quite useful when it came down to it, so why did you decide use it in the way that you did? Why not become a hero, or an assistant, or even a villain for that matter? Why give your life away and allow yourself to become a slave to the underground world?

It was simple, really. It was all because of the boss of the Shie Hassaikai; Chisaki Kai. Also known as Overhaul.

This man ridded you of the only parental figure you had in your life. Your father. It was only one year ago when you arrived to an empty house and a note on the counter left by your father. It was a warning, telling you to stay away from the mob boss that went by Chisaki Kai.

Just his name was enough information to use your quirk, allowing you to crack the case in a matter of 5 seconds. He had blown your father up. All because he was beginning to figure out the secrets on who he really was.

This was enough to encourage you to avenge your father, and finish the job. It was a miracle that you were recruited, and no one had further questioned your mysterious backstory.

Well, almost no one.

The mob boss himself had questioned your presence the second you become apart of Shie Hassaikai. Why were your files almost completely nonexistent? Why did you seem so on edge around the other members? Why did you seem so interested in the name of the past leader?

Oh. Oh.

Now he got it. He pieced your suspiciousness and your quirk together. You were trying to get the dirt on him, weren't you? Why else would you willingly join the Yakuza with your useful quirk with open arms?

Two could play at that game, then. Kai began discreetly following you around, keeping tabs on important things like who you talked to, what you did on your phone or laptop, what times you'd leave the vicinity, and other things of the sort. Perhaps he could admit it was getting a little bit obsessive.

But he swore to himself that he was just trying to protect his status and not allow any traitors to get away with anything. That's why he took it upon himself to follow you home one night. He needed to make sure that you weren't spreading information or doing anything suspicious.

But boy, did he not expect to see what he saw through your bedroom window. You had taken your uniform off, along with layers of binding clothing to hide any type of curvature. What really surprised him, was the fact that you had breasts and what looked to be laced panties covering your womanhood.

One would assume that this would infuriate the mob boss, knowing that he had been betrayed and lied to by one of his men. But the tent growing in his pants proved otherwise.

Oh, he would have fun with this one.

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You had been summoned to the boss's private office. Odd, on normal circumstances if the boss wanted to meet with you, it'd be planned out and in a meeting room. But you had received the order on one of your night shifts by a tall, hooded, masked man.

Shaking off any paranoid thoughts, you gently knocked on the large mahogany door, almost hoping you wouldn't receive an answer. To your dismay, you heard the monotone voice of your boss. "Come in."

As soon as you stepped foot into the office, you almost gasped at the sight before you. His office was huge. It was probably the size of the first floor of your house. Before you could gawk at the nicely furnished office any longer, Kai cleared his throat, successfully gaining your undivided attention.

"Boss! Sorry, it's just that your office is so nice, I've never seen anything l—" Your ramblings were cut short by the masked man before you.

"Quiet. I want you to come here." He curled his gloved finger a few times, indicating that he wanted you to meet him behind his desk.

Okay, now things were getting really weird. You didn't question his orders in fear of getting your body blown into nothing. Reluctantly, you made your way over behind the large, polished desk. As soon as you were standing next to Kai's sitting form, he shot up from his seat and slammed you onto the desk, causing a few items to fall onto the floor.

"Did you really think you could get away with deceiving me like this? Pretending to be a man just to get the dirt on me? Pathetic." Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you trembled in fear. This only caused Kai's pants to tighten around his cock, feeling an immense power trip.

You should've looked into this meeting before you carelessly walked into the clutches of the devil himself. Here you were, getting your uniform quite literally ripped off of your body.

Kai clicked his tongue at the bindings that covered your chest. "Your body must be in constant agony because of that poor binding job." He slipped his gloves off with ease, allowing his quirk to destroy the bindings and free your breasts.

What you didn't notice, was the shocked expression that covered Kai's features. As he touched you, he didn't receive a single hive. He wanted to savor the feeling of your soft skin, knowing it wouldn't have any negative effects on his.

Before you could retaliate, you felt smooth, large hands begin to roughly palm at your breasts. Kai wasted no time and leaned his head down to swirl his tongue around the hardened bud on one of your breasts, while the other one was being fondled and pinched by Kai's hand. You whimpered as his teeth began leaving bite marks all over your soft mounds.

As much as you wanted to scream and shout, you couldn't help but feel a pool begin to form between your legs. He was just so good and seemed to know exactly what he was doing, even if he had never touched a female in such a way.

"Aren't you a little slut? I've barely even touched you and you're already soaking wet." The smug man pulled away from your breasts, opting to slide his hand under your panties. You couldn't help the moans that escaped your lips as he practically shoved a finger inside of you, feeling your tightened cunt squeeze around it.

He grinned, gradually slipping in two more fingers while rubbing your clit with the palm of his hand. It was quite the show for him, seeing you shamelessly grind yourself onto his hand. He could only imagine how you felt around his swelling cock.

And before you knew it, you had been clenching around his fingers and twitching in place, allowing yourself to cum all over his hand.

On any normal circumstances, Kai would find this act utterly repulsive. He would feel the need to scrub his hands until they bled. But for some ungodly reason, he felt the urge to fuck you until you couldn't form coherent words.

Hastily pushing your panties to the side, Kai wasted no time in pulling his lengthy cock out. Before you had the chance to even ask about protection, you felt your insides being stretched by Kai's massive cock.

He didn't even give you a chance to adjust to his length. "O-Overhaul, wait! You're gonna rip me apart at this rate..!" You stuttered, silently cursing yourself out for appearing so pathetic to your superior. Your pitiful attempt at retaliation only caused Kai's thrusts to pick up in speed, rivaling the movements of a wild animal.

You wanted to hate it, you really did. You were allowing yourself to get ravaged by the man that killed your father. But he pleasured you in a way that your mere left hand would never be able to accomplish. It almost felt like his cock was meant to be inside of you.

"Good. I want your body to become accustomed to mine. Only I'll be allowed to fuck you like this." You hadn't even realized he had taken his mask off before he leaned in and attacked your lips with his. Your mouth had moved on its own, as you allowed his tongue to ravage your oral cavity.

After pulling away with a light string of saliva separating the two of you, Kai forcefully folded your legs into your chest. This action allowed him to bury his cock deep inside of you; deep enough to hit your cervix.

Now this had you going. You couldn't even contain yourself as you clenched around his cock, feeling you near your climax. Kai soon interrupted the sound of grunts, moans, and slapping by leaning forward and whispering in your ear.

"I want you to pledge that you'll keep your dirty secret, that you won't let the others know that you're not a sophisticated detective, but dirty little cock slut. Only I'm allowed to fuck you like this. Only I'm allowed to touch you. Come on. Say it!" He grunted, raising his voice towards the end of his command.

"I-I promise not to tell a soul..! You're the only one who knows my secret and the only one allowed to relish in it!" You couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth. You were basically allowing the man who ruined your life to be the only person in your life that knew your true identity. To be the only person allowed to touch you.

It was wrong in so many ways, but you couldn't help but submit to him. The way his lengthy cock slammed against your cervix was enough to make you fall for his spell.

"Good girl. Good.." He grunted, feeling you clench around him and practically milk the semen right out of him as you also reached your limit. Your moans rivaled with ones of a pornstar's as you felt him release his warm, sticky seed into your womb.

He found himself reluctantly pulling his dick out of the warmth of your hole, almost cringing at the feeling of the cool air as soon as he pulled out. Meanwhile, you were finally beginning to come to your senses and realize how fucked up all of this was. The now masked man simply just sighed, walking away from the desk that you laid atop.

"I'm going off to take a shower. If I come back and you're not changed and cleaned up, there will be further punishments."

This was not how you expected this to play out.

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[curiousconch]

Escape

Chapter 8 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: Heather attempts to escape her captors. But will she succeed?

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.5k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / violence, language

Author's Notes: This chapter took me too long to complete, since I hit a creative block. Grateful for @eleanorbloom for giving me tips to overcome it (thank you! 🥰🥰🥰)

Thank you so much for taking time to read/comment/reblog this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Heather held her tears at bay. Frankly, all she wanted was to let herself go.

But she can't. She didn't want to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her break. When Declan Nash removed her blindfold, he thought it was enough to pulverize her will. Heather was determined to prove him wrong.

"I'll pick up the second dose. Start on getting rid of the pretty doctor first," she heard Nash say to the other man, right before he left.

She watched closely as another man approached her, his features slowly revealed by the dim light surrounding them. The hair at the back of her neck stood up when she recognized the face of her kidnapper.

Jordan Peter Anderson, the Edenbrook janitor. Pete, as he was mainly known.

Suddenly, it all made sense. That's how he had access to her things, how he can easily know her home address, her schedule, all details of her life without suspicion. He was just another face in the sea of people that came in and out of the hospital. A fairly common and trusted face, at that.

She just wondered how Declan was connected to him. She wanted so much to find out. But now, she had to focus on preventing herself from whimpering as Pete violently dragged her to sit on a chair. He tugged her wrists free before slamming them on a metal table. She instantly winced with the impact.

That was when she saw the back of her hand, where an IV cannula was attached to an exposed vein.

What the hell was he planning?

She found the answer sooner than she thought.

She followed his movement with her eyes as he picked up a syringe from a nearby table. It was filled with a clear liquid.

"I take it you're familiar with potassium chloride, Dr. Song?" The janitor sneered as she gazed in terror at what he was holding.

She knew. Potassium chloride overdose can cause cardiac arrest when administered via IV, and in overdose, was fatal. Her mind raced with comprehension.

He's out to kill. He's not going to spare me. This isn't just a game. Her mouth went dry, refusing to accept the possibility that she may not live another day.

Her hazel eyes can only stare at the man who was about to murder her. For a moment, she was filled with helplessness, the tiny semblance of hope in her quickly dwindling out.

No! I'll overcome this. This won't be the end of me. She willed herself to think. Heather Song is one hell of a woman and she won't come down without a fight.

When he was just a single step away from her, inspiration struck.

As he reached for her, she leaned her head back, waiting for the perfect timing. Once he was near enough, she braced for impact and gave him a headbutt. He fell down to the ground, howling in pain. Heather took the opportunity to flee, liberating herself from the chair.

As she tried to take off, a struggle ensued. She was instantly dragged backwards, the force nearly knocking her out. She felt a sharp prick on her neck before she turned and kicked the man on the groin.

He wailed. Heather didn't wait for him to recover and ran for her life, fear and desperation egging her on. Her bare feet heavily hit upon the concrete floor, as she removed the gag from her mouth.

"HELP! Someone, please help me!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, sprinting. Her bruised arms pushed back against the plastic tarps and navigated the narrow corridor blindly.

Soon, she saw an open threshold nearby. She decided to aim for it. When she was almost there, someone grabbed her from behind, making her scream. She strained to break free from the hold, only to be pulled back again.

"Heather," a voice urged. "Heather, it's me!"

She recognized the speaker, making her stop in her tracks. She turned around and looked back into the dark brown eyes of the man in front of her.

Rafael.

At the sight of him, an overwhelming sense of relief flooded her being. She leaned onto him, feeling his strong presence encapsulate her in a tight embrace.

As the panicked adrenaline to fight for her life slowly dissipated, a rush of tears stained Heather's cheeks like an overflowing dam. So she clung to him, convincing herself that she wasn't imagining him and that her whole ordeal has ended.

"It's okay, love. I'm here, you're safe." Raf whispered, his lips kissing the crown of her head.

But she wasn't.

She felt her knees begin to buckle, her whole body shook. There was a sharp pain in her chest, while her vision of Rafael slowly blurred.

The last thing she could remember was the gentleness of his touch, before her world whirled and faded into darkness.

***

He can only watch the helicopter that airlifted Heather to Edenbrook Hospital. When she was found, a syringe was stuck on her neck, and the paramedics suspected a type of poisoning. Her sudden collapse and the  unknown nature of what caused made the situation urgent, so the response team decided it was best course to fly. 

Even though he yearned to accompany her as she fought for her life, he was hastily denied that right. Rafael seized that away from him, taking it upon himself to stay with her instead.

He wanted to be the first person she sees when she wakes up, to hold her hand, to assure her that she will never have to face horrors like this anymore. But fate wasn't on his side this time. It never was. 

So Bryce chose action. He first called in ahead to give Dr. Ramsey the few details they have on hand. He couldn't bring himself to follow her to the hospital. His mind dictated that he wasn't useful there. Instead, he made himself useful somewhere else. 

And there he was, standing in the middle of the crime scene as he hang up his phone. 

Here is where I can help Heather, he thought. I have to find what was in that syringe. It might be her only hope. 

His tired eyes scanned the floor, trying to pick up any detail that may be valuable. He walked around looking down, flashlight in hand, determined to find just about any kind of clue. 

He winced when he saw blood. Heather's. His chest tightened, anger rising within him. That fucking sicko, I swear I'm gonna give him hell. 

Bryce continued prodding around until he heard a soft jingling noise, making him stop. It felt like he just kicked something. He knelt down and found a torn plastic case and a clear glass bottle. He put on his rubber gloves and picked it up, reading the label. Realizing what it was, he quickly dialed Sienna's number and waited for her to pick up. 

"Bryce?" he heard a familiar voice on the line, but it wasn't Dr. Trinh. 

"Jackie?" he felt an immediate pang of worry, hearing the frantic exchange of voices in the background. But he quickly shook the feeling away. He had to focus.

"I found something that might help Heather. There's a bottle of potassium chloride where she was taken, it's empty. I think that's what the suspect injected Heather with."

"Gimme a second," Jackie said. Bryce waited as he listened to Dr. Varma ask for Heather's blood workup from a nurse. "Her potassium levels are elevated, and she's in cardiac arrest. This makes sense, Lahela." 

"She's in cardiac arrest?" A lump in his throat formed, his grip almost slipping from the bottle he was holding. 

"Yes. But we're trying to get her out of it. Your intel's gonna help us figure the rest out," Jackie said, and he sensed her hesitation before he heard her next words. "She'll pull through. So quit yapping and get your ass over here."

The line went dead. 

It took him five minutes to scale down the building, get into his car and hit the road.

***

The environment in the ER was charged by the frantic beeping of the machine, signalling Heather's ongoing cardiac arrest. 

"We've got suspected hyperkalemia," Jackie sprinted to the doctors surrounding Heather's limp body as she got off the phone. 

"Of course," Dr. Ramsey nodded, as he referred to the latest lab results. "A potassium chloride overdose would've caused her coronary infarction. It may have also caused her temporal paralysis, making her lose consciousness. Do we have her weight?" 

"Yes, Dr. Ramsey," Sienna dictated Heather's latest weight to the senior attending, allowing for him to compute for the correct dosage for the prescription. 

"Calcium bicarbonate for the IV, Kaley please," the male doctor handed a piece of paper where he scribbled the dosage needed. 

"Don't we need to do haemodialysis?" Jackie stood beside him, as she prepared a tourniquet and tried to find a vein where the saline solution can be injected. 

"No, we aren't too late, the potassium haven't bound to the cells yet. Watch out for other symptoms though," Like a well-oiled machine, Heather's mentor gave instructions rapidly, taking the lead role in her treatment. 

The nurse went back with the prescription and Jackie setup the insertion. As the liquid began to flow, they waited and watched the heart rate monitor overhead. 

It took a few seconds before the beeping slowed down into a steady rhythm. There was a collective sigh of relief.

Heather Song just narrowly escaped death. 

Tags: @eleanorbloom @ramsey-lahela @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Four

The next morning I was awakened by a thick accent speaking as I was being shaken.

"Greenie, wake up" Newt said giving me a good shake.

I groaned and rolled over on my back.

"You want breakfast or not love?" Newt asked quietly.

My eyes popped open as my stomach growled at his words. I hadn't realized I was hungry until he mentioned food. Newt laughed as I quickly got myself out of bed. I smoothed my hair out the best I could as I followed him out of the homestead.

Next to the homestead was a decent sized shack with a few tables sitting out in front of it. A line had formed in front of the shack as each boy was given a tray of food.

"Hey Frypan" Newt greeted once it was our turn to get our food.

"This is our new greenie" Newt gestured back to me with his head.

"I'm Frypan, you can call me Fry though. I watched you kick Gally's ass last night. That was awesome." He beamed at me then handed me a tray of food.

"Thanks" I chuckled then followed Newt once again.

I sat next to him at the table. Clint and Jeff were sitting across from us. Just as I was about to take my first bite hands slammed down on the table next to me making me jump and drop my bite of food.

I snapped my head to the side to see Minho sitting down next to me. Once he was seated I pulled my arm back and punched his arm.

"Ow" he chuckled wrinkling his nose and rubbing his arm.

"Don't do that" I chided him then turned back to my food.

I don't know if it was due to me being so hungry or if Fry's cooking was really this good but I couldn't help myself from shoveling the food in my mouth as quickly as possible. The four boys sitting around me chuckled.

"After breakfast you're gonna go with Clint and Jeff. Try out the job of a Med-Jack for the day." Newt said between bites.

I looked up at the two boys across from me. They were smiling ear to ear. Both seemed pretty eager to have me working with them for the day. I already had a feeling I wouldn't be taking the job of a Med-Jack. I had a feeling I'd be more suited as a builder.

I glanced over to the table Gally was sitting at. He was on the side of the table that had him facing me. He glanced up from his food like he could feel my eyes on him. He saw me and gave me a tight lipped nod before going back to his food.

Breakfast was soon over which meant I had to get to work. I followed Clint and Jeff back to the homestead. We went upstairs where there was two different rooms. One for their supplies and the other for checking out patients. They informed me of a small hut on the other side of the homestead that was for people who got injured and had to stay there to rest and be looked after.

Their job was simple enough. They organized and listed all their supplies making sure they knew what they had and where it was. It wasn't until a little later in the afternoon that I got to bandage someone up.

Just as Newt had said it was a slicer. The guy had cut his arm up pretty good. I learned quickly that Jeff didn't do well with these kind of injuries. He was gagging as he tried to clean the wound. The deep cut exposing the slicer's bone.

"Jeff go have a seat I think I can manage this one." I told him softly.

He quickly stepped away and I stepped in. Clint brought over a few things we'd need to bandage the guy up.

"We don't get a lot of wounds this bad. Usually its minor things." Clint said quickly as he grabbed the slicer's arm.

I saw the thread and needle Clint had grabbed and knew this wasn't going to be easy. I looked around the room quickly finding some cut up fabric. I grabbed it rolling it together as I walked over to the slicer.

"You might want to bite down on this." I suggested handing it to the boy.

He did as I said placing the fabric in his mouth to bite on. Clint grabbed the needle and thread then moved to start stitching the boy's arm up.

"Go to that side of him. You'll probably need to hold him still when I start this." Clint said as he glanced between the wound and the boy's pale face.

I nodded jogging to the other side of the boy. I placed my hand on his cheek and gently moved his head to look at me. I wanted to try to distract him.

I knew the moment Clint started working because the boy howled and tried to jerk away. Without thinking I jumped onto the bed throwing my legs on each side of the boy and sat in his lap. I grabbed his free arm and tangled my fingers together with his. I put my head between the boy's head and his arm blocking him from seeing what Clint was doing.

"Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to. Don't worry about hurting me." I whispered to him.

He nodded slightly and whimpered as Clint went back to working. The boy cried and squeezed my hand until my fingers were almost purple. I didn't complain. I knew my pain was far from what he was feeling right now.

Before I knew it Clint raised up and stepped away. He was back quickly to clean the wound once more.

"Alright I'm finished" he finally said stepping back from the bed.

The slicer slowly released his hold on my hand. His head fell back as he breathed deeply. I sat up taking the fabric from the boy's mouth.

"Thank you" he said in almost a whisper.

Tears were still rolling down his cheeks. I patted his chest then climbed off of him and the bed. Clint was eyeing me with a smirk. He moved back to the boy then quickly wrapped his arm in a bandage.

"Come back this evening so I can clean it again and change the bandage." Clint told him sternly.

The boy nodded then slowly sat up. It took him a few minutes but he finally got up and left the room. Jeff came over and quickly got to work cleaning up the area.

"Thanks for that greenie. I get real queasy when I can see down to the bone." Jeff said with a shy smile.

"No problem" I chuckled.

"You did good greenie. I'm sure you made the poor guy's day jumping up on him like that." Clint laughed.

"I don't doubt that." Jeff laughed shaking his head.

"Even if you don't take this job I'll probably ask you to help out with the major cases like that." Clint smiled.

"Don't let the others know. They'll be cutting themselves up all the time." Jeff laughed as he got rid of the used tools.

"I don't think they'd go that far." I chuckled lightly as I took a seat on the bed.

Jeff and Clint both just looked at me.

"What?" I asked them clearly not getting their silent comments.

"Greenie, if the only way for me to get a girl like you to get on top of me like that was to gash myself open then believe me I shucking would." Jeff said seriously before laughing.

I shook my head. These boys are unbelievable. You'd think they'd never seen a girl in their entire lives. Which, if they all were like me, that could be true. If none of them remember anything but their name they wouldn't know if they've ever seen a girl before or been around one. At least they remembered their names. At least they had that much. All I had was the feeling that I'd met some of these boys before. Like Gally and Minho. I felt like I'd fought Gally like I had last night before. When Minho draped his arm around me it felt familiar. With all that I still couldn't remember my own name.

A loud bell tolled pulling me away from my thoughts. I looked to Clint and Jeff who were taking their aprons off.

"Lunch time greenie" Clint smiled then nodded for me to come with them.

Once we had our food we sat down at the same table we were at this morning. Newt was already there with his food. I sat next to Newt again while Clint and Jeff sat across from us again. This time Alby was here sitting on the other side of Newt. I expected Minho to come sit beside me but I never saw him.

"How's it going with the Med-Jacks love?" Newt asked as he ate.

"Oh man, you should have seen it!" Jeff shouted making Clint laugh.

I rolled my eyes at them.

"What happened?" Alby asked curiously.

"She made one of the slicer's day that's what happened." Jeff chuckled shaking his head then going back to his food.

Both Newt and Alby looked at me with confusion clear on their faces.

"I had to stitch up a pretty bad gash. When the guy tried to jerk away from me she jumped up on the bed and pretty mush laid on top of him and held his hand." Clint explained with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"I kept him calm didn't I?" I asked him trying not to laugh at the look on his face.

"That you did greenie" he chuckled.

"What do you think about the job?" Alby asked me.

"It's alright I still like to try the others though." I stated simply.

After lunch I went back to work with Clint and Jeff. The rest of the day was pretty quiet. Jeff had just said the dinner bell should be sounding soon when the slicer from earlier walked into the room.

"Winston let me go early so I could come back up here." He said simply glancing over to me.

Clint had the slicer sit back on the bed from earlier. He had explained how to clean wounds and bandage them to me so he let me try it this time. I slowly took the bandage off the slicer's arm noting the blood that had seeped threw the bandage. I cleaned it with water first to get rid of the now dried blood. Then I used the alcohol. The boy hissed but stayed still. After I was finished cleaning it I wrapped it up in a new bandage. As soon as I finished I heard the loud bell toll. That meant work was over and it was now time for dinner.

The four of us walked to get our food together. The slicer thanked me again then went off to sit with Winston and the other slicers. For my first day at work I think I did decent.

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[kwantified]

buttercup - jeon wonwoo

genre: angst word count: 1.7k synopsis: cold, early mornings - what a time to break up with someone. lowercase intended.

disclaimer! mild swearing and mentions of mature themes.

+ the concept of wonwoo and flowers is my fav aesthetic so here we are :)

it was early in may when our relationship bloomed. much like the flowers around his house did. it was colourful; an abundance of greens, pinks, whites, purples, and yellows painted the yard. it was when the weather wasn't too hot or too cold, nor was it too dry or too humid.

it was also when wonwoo started to have a hobby for gardening after seeing all those colours bloom at home. it was beautiful, and he wanted to make it stay even when the year said otherwise.

as spring transitioned into summer, and summer fell to autumn, the flowers decreased, and the weather turned cold. it was october.

still, he found one. he found one flower by the soil of his backdoor, still blooming as if it were the prettiest in an entire meadow of flowers. it was bright yellow, too, and it brought something new to him; something interesting.

it was like us. a product of plain luck and circumstance, we found each other like he found the buttercup. something that started without thought became the one thing that occupied our minds for every waking hour of the day.

ever since then, he used to call me buttercup. he said so while we were watching a movie, all snuggled up on his old couch, my head on his shoulder.

"you bring colour into my life," the man used to say, "and you're pretty cute, too."

"you're so cheesy, wonwoo," still, i liked it.

buttercup. buttercup. butter-cup. but-ter-cup.

suddenly, i'd forgotten all the other nicknames anybody had ever given me. to wonwoo, i was his buttercup. his flower on an autumn day, the splash of colour in a greyscale world.

even more, i wanted to keep being his buttercup. more and more, i'd look forward to our calls and dates. i could hear his love, and i loved how he loved me.

we were always abroad doing our own things, but he'd always be the first to call me when i arrived at home. his calm voice still rings in my ears to the time i'd exited the airport and he held me tight, laughter in the air.

i did the same, right?

i thought i painted his world. i thought i told him enough times how much i loved him. i thought i would always be one of the people that made him happy.

i was once all of those things. but perhaps our second january couldn't refrain himself from shoving the buttercup in the snow. and so, the buttercup turned cold.

"buttercup!" wonwoo's warm voice greeted me through the phone. i hadn't picked up for days. "it's been a while. how about my place, tonight? maybe we can watch something? i miss you."

"ah..."

i never wanted an "ah..." to come out. i thought i would answer like i usually would. then i'd go over to his place, watch something, and fall sleep in his arms, like we usually would.

"ah?" he asked. i contemplated for a while, almost hesitating to answer.

"okay, i'll be there at five?" i eventually answered.

as soon as the call ended, my smile quickly faded and my eyes felt the strange presence of my tears.

he welcomed me with open arms into his flat. it was still as small as i remembered it, with his kitchen, living room, and bedroom all stuffed in one medium-sized room. damn seoul and its living expenses.

we were quick to cuddle up with each other as his cheap heating made the want to cuddle a need. i missed this. his head was rested on my lap while we watched whatever was available, whether it be rom-com, horror, drama, or action.

initially, i only started coming to his place whenever i felt like i needed him. it was the typical "netflix and chill" kind of date, which was really just an excuse for something nobody wanted to say out loud.

now, i'm starting to see a difference between love and lust.

"baby, i'm going to go to the bathroom, yeah?" i tiptoed over to his bathroom and locked the door only to stare at how dark my eyebags had become.

i continued to stand in front of his bathroom mirror, walking in circles, lip trembling. when i opened the door, my eyes met his.

though i tried to give him a half-hearted smile, i think he already knew me well enough by then to know that i didn't mean it. but i didn't want to see the look on his face when he knew.

so, i walked all the way to the sofa, stood him up by the hand, and planted my lips on his.

i wanted to prove to myself that i still loved him.

the kiss was gentle at first, and slowly i found myself melting in the familiar comfort of his arms. i held on to his loose striped shirt - the same one that i used to wear as a dress in the summer - as he gladly took me in.

"i want you, buttercup," were the last words he said before we slipped under the covers.

if only the want could be replaced with love.

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i woke up that night in wonwoo's arms. warm and familiar, yet i felt suffocated. i tried to shut my eyes back to how they should be and get rid of my stray thoughts, but to no avail. i shuffled around in my spot for a short while, not intending to wake him up.

eventually, i managed to crawl out of the bed, tiptoeing on the cold wooden floors, praying he wouldn't hear a thing while i got myself dressed. as i found my purse on his couch. i dug through it to make sure i had everything, and to my worries, i could not find my phone.

i searched around the place in an attempt to silently find my phone. the memories of last night were hazy in my mind, as i only remember the dreadful thoughts in my head.

"Y/N?"

fuck.

my body froze completely. i hesitated, and almost considered hiding, but i still managed a "wonwoo?". a frenzy of thoughts swarmed my head as i heard the creak of the floorboards telling me he's coming.

he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head on the nape of my neck.

"it's almost five am."

"i know," i whispered.

"come back to bed," he hummed lazily.

"maybe... later?"

he sighed, "baby, it's been so long."

"i think- i just-" i try to gather my words. he kept silent, listening.

"...feel like this isn't going anywhere."

i felt his eyes dart towards my jaw. his arms loosened.

"i feel like this has been happening for-"

"i know," he interrupted, louder, "a while."

"i'm so, so sorry," i feel the same kind of tears roll down my cheeks as when he had called me yesterday.

"no. me too," he whispered.

confused, i turn around to face him. i wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling us closer.

then i gathered my courage and swallowed my pride and spit out the words: "wonwoo, i think we just miss the idea of each other."

"yeah." he said softly, "yeah," he said again, almost inaudible, but i can just about make out what he said under his breath.

"it all comes back full circle, huh?"

"i guess. we started like this, so now we're ending like this."

"did you..." he trailed off.

"did you ever love me, though?"

i opened my mouth to say something, but the words vanished this time. i don't know if it's the messy hair or the deep voice or the fact that we're here, vulnerable and unclothed, the only warmth coming from each other's bodies in this small city flat.

or maybe it's because i knew i'd miss him too much when i went, and it hurt to already imagine the day his wedding invitation arrived at my doorstep.

regardless, it's because "i loved you, believe me," i said, almost sobbing, "god, you don't even know how much i-"

"me too, me too." he murmured into my ear - the same ear that's heard his sweet nothings and dirty secrets. at the same time, he kissed away my tears, and i held him even tighter than when he once broke in front of me.

then i let go. that's when i looked at him once more, and for once, i felt hatred.

i hated myself that it's been so long. i hated that i flinched too many times when he touched me. i hated that i wouldn't be his beloved buttercup anymore. i hated that this was happening, but i wouldn't have it any other way.

we haven't seen each other in days, and even before that, we felt something fade. i think we both knew it was bound to happen. after all, our relationship started in the midst of one night stands and drinking habits; love could only go so far.

we bloomed - and now it's time for us to rest.

"i wanted to say goodbye, one last time."

"i'm happy you did," he chuckled softly, "last night... was nice."

"yeah. it was." i replied as i put my coat back on. i had found my phone stuck between the sofa cushions, and i opened the door.

"will i see you around?" i turned around, nervous. wonwoo planted a soft kiss on my lips in answer, and i know it's the last.

"better invite me to your wedding - whenever it happens," he joked, taking the words right out of my mouth.

"i will! i'll send you a hundred buttercups along with the invitation."

"alright," he laughed, "goodbye, butte- Y/N."

"goodbye, wonwoo."

he closed the door, and i-

"Y/N!"

"yeah?" i looked back.

"be careful. it's still a little dark out there."

"thanks."

and then it was for good.

every now and then, i miss being his buttercup. now i'm just me. now i blend into his greyscale world; another falling leaf on an autumn afternoon.

maybe he'll tell the next person the same story, call them the same name.

maybe he'll finally find the one. maybe i should've been the one.

he kept his buttercup for two years, but he knew: you shouldn't keep buttercups too close to your skin; they might poison you.

#seventeen #svt imagines #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #kpop imagines #kpop #buttercup #flowers #angst #breakup #kpop fanfiction #fanfic

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Defending Raoul, the Vicomte de Chagny

Ah oxymorons, one of my favourite literary devices... If you don't know what an oxymoron is, let me enlighten you: it's a phrase that contradicts itself (kinda like verbal irony), like "jumbo shrimp", "chilled hot chocolate," "clearly confused" or "defending Raoul, the Vicomte de Chagny".

Because, you know, Raoul doesn't need much defending. Seriously. If there's going to be any defending going on here, Raoul's the one who does the defending for most of the play (up until Final Lair where the roles are reversed and Christine is now the one who does the defending but more on that later.) Are we clear on that? Good.

And it has come to my attention that Raoul has got a lot of flak from phans for various reasons. And in this post, I'm going to refute the stupidest Raoul bashing arguments.

Also, we're not counting Love Never Dies because I think it's just an alternate universe and that it ruined Raoul's character for the sake of that fanfiction.

It is a truth universally acknowledged (or at least in the wee Raoul Defense Squad Circle) that Raoul is one of the greatest and most underrated boyfriends to ever exist in musical theatre. There seem to be two kinds of people in this world: those who appreciate Phantom of the Opera, and those who don't know what they're missing. The ones who appreciate Raoul as the hero, prince charming and cinnamon roll he is, and then there's the other camp. The ones who villainize Raoul and think he is nothing but a stupid, wimpy, abusive fop who crushed the Phantom (aka. Erik's) dreams and never truly loved Christine. They seem to be laboured under the mistaken delusion that Raoul is a cowardly pretty boy who is pretty much Gaston 2.0. (Technically, there's a third group: those who know nothing about Phantom of the Opera (POTO) but we can only hope that they will come out from under their rocks as soon as possible)

In case if you couldn't tell, I'm Team Raoul. And the bashing he recieves is unfair tbh. This is where I will appreciate and explain why I love him.

First of all, I'd like to combat the theory that he is boring. Ladies, puh-leeze. He's much more relatable than you admit and that we all have a little bit of Raoul in us. Failure to see things staring us in the face, saying or doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, having a 'see it to believe it' attitude when we have little-to-no evidence on something... yeah, don't pretend you don't see a trend. Raoul is relatable whether we want him to be or not.

And just because Raoul has boy-band hair and dresses well, that doesn't make someone a fop. He's a navy man and a nobleman so he is expected to look nice. But Erik is the one who takes it to the extreme. I mean, c'mon, a fedora?

I also noticed that when he asked Christine out for dinner after reuniting with her ruffled the feathers of many phans. What right has Raoul to fall in love with Christine? What does he need from her? He only fell in love with her for her voice and beauty! And he only noticed her when she was in Hannibal! Can't he just go get someone else?

News flash people. It's been YEARS since Raoul last saw Christine. And they were kids when they last saw each other, along with the fact that he travelled in order to train as a navy man! So it's understandable on why he got excited to see Christine again after so long. Plus, his love for her is more than just her voice and beauty. Sure, they have mutual memories and he likes the way she sings, and he likes how beautiful she is. But there's nothing wrong with thinking of how beautiful a girl is AND how beautiful is her voice (within reason).

I admit, Raoul and Christine's relationship at first struck me as being sappy and overdone. You must know that I was only nine or ten when I first discovered POTO, and so excuses must be made. By the time I listened to it again at fourteen, I was completely won over. Raoul fell in love with her because she was a nice, beautiful person (both on the inside and out) and they knew each other since they were kids! His love is genuine AND stable for Christine. He represents everything she needs- stability, protection, a guiding hand and affirmed affection. She represents everything he needs, in turn, someone to show affection to and the woman he has loved since childhood. Plus, he was brave enough to ask Christine to marry him despite their class differences, risking that his family might disown him for being married to someone inferior to his rank. It just shows how strong his love for her is.

And now, let's get this point clear, I believe the claim that he was gaslighting Christine is bogus. He's been raised as someone who doesn't believe in the supernatural and 'phantom' literally means 'ghost'. But here’s the kicker. He doesn’t leave. Like, no matter how much he doubts her love of what she says, he still loves her and stays with her. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with him thinking Christine is a little delusional with all the Phantom stuff. None of it added up to him, and it all seemed illogical. Its natural for any human being to not believe those kinds of things, so stop using that to make him look bad. Plus, if he said something like "Oh Christine, you're SO stupid!" and laughed at her about it, phans could definitely have a valid reason to hate him. But he doesn't do that! Instead, he tries to find the Phantom's voice calling out to her and when he saw nothing, he began to comfort her and was like" There, there, shh... Don't worry... Everything's gonna be alright. I'll help you make all the bad things go away." And due to dramatic irony, he has little-to-no evidence to prove the Phantom's existence compared to the audience who saw it all!

If you still aren't convinced, then listen very closely to what I'm about to say: Here's some 'Raoul's I highly recommend to look up before y'all hate on him.

I highly recommend John Cudia, Michael Shawn Lewis, Jordan Donica and Patrick Wilson who play VERY princely and adorable Raouls. Trust me, their Raouls are IMPOSSIBLE to hate!

One last point before I wrap this up: The only reason Raoul asked her to agree to be the lead is because he realized that if Christine does that, the Phantom would be there. And he knows it's their chance to get rid of this elusive Opera Ghost. And the only reason Christine doesn't want to is because she is afraid of what the Phantom will do. Now this annoys many Raoul-haters and call me a broken cassette tape but... Even though I agree it was a teensy bit callous of him to persuade Christine into performing her stalker's opera, Raoul hoped it would catch the Phantom, and he was willing to do it to get protect Christine from the Phantom in the future. Was his plan risky? Probably. Did he honestly think Christine would be in danger? No! He was going to get all the cops to come and protect her. How was he supposed to know the Phantom had other plans? Plus, running away is a big no-no for Raoul. Because as shown in "Why Have You Brought Me Here/Raoul, I've Been There" and "Wandering Child", whenever and wherever they run to, the Phantom ALWAYS finds them! Therefore, to his naive, young mind, he believed that doing Don Juan Triumphant would stop the Phantom from doing more harm to Christine and the opera house. So stop using this to vilify him!

I should like to also take this time, while I still have your attention (you are paying attention, right? Right? Hey! Wake up!) to point out some other important events that showed Raoul's character and bravery; namely, him fighting his way through the French sewer system (aka. The yuckiest parts of France) to save Christine, he didn't keep his hand to the level of his eyes to comfort a terrified Christine, he dodged some fireballs thrown at him in the graveyard just so he could protect Christine AND last but not least, he nearly died for Christine in order to save her from Stockholm syndrome/an abusive relationship!

In short: Raoul de Chagny is a knight in shining armour who loves Christine more than his own life. He stands by her, fights for her, comforts her AND was willing to sacrifice everything for her! And how the audience writes him off as an one-dimensional bad guy who does not love Christine, I will never know why. Are you convinced yet? If not... *hands list of what are the differences between a healthy and unhealty relationship* Yours, I believe.

#raoul de chagny #Raoul defense squad #phantom of the opera #POTO #just some tea #Defending Raoul de Chagny #no raoul bashing or you get a timeout #spilling tea

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His Territory

Oh man, I missed writing Cat Rick X Reader fics. I don't know who asked for this one, but I'm going to include in my Cat Rick X Reader series. @kitten-wrath I'm tagging you cause I know how much you love that Kitty Rick. 🐱

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For the last week or so, Rick had taken up surveillance around your home which wasn't all that unusual, but what was strange was how touchy he would be if you came home through the back door instead of the front door. You had thought nothing of it for the first couple of days, but when he found a hair on your pants after the local stray cat rubbed up against you, he not only demanded that you'd burn them, but that he'd have to mark his territory again. "Rick, we've been through his before. You can't go peeing everywhere just because another cat showed up"

"Baby, I-I-I don't think you're seeing the bigger picture here."

If he meant that you didn't see how peeing and rubbing up against everything would solve everyone's problems, then yeah there was no bigger picture. "You're right, I don't see it, but I'm sure you're about to tell me."

"A cat doesn't step over into a-another cats t-territory unless they're lookin for trouble."

"Not even when they're hungry?" you teased. "Isn't that what you did fuzzy butt?"

Like any Rick, he hated to be wrong. Flattening his ears, he grumbled. "Th-that's beyond the point."

"Sure it is." you giggled. "I mean, it's not like you didn't get into a fight with the last cat that even looked at my yard. Look, I understand if you want the yard all to yourself, but what if he's hungry? The worst thing that could happen is I'd end up with another cat if I fed him."

"Which is why y-y-y-y-you wouldn't." he hissed.

"Wouldn't I?"

“Yeah, I-I don't think so. All th-that food is mine." he stated matter of factly.

"Are you sure about that? Maybe I should pull up my bank statements to confirm that."

Still indifferent, he paced back and forth; the click of his nails being but a minor distraction. "Baby, all I know is h-he better back off my turf. This place is mine."

There he was again, claiming things were his. "Technically it's mine." you interjected, "I just let you stay here."

"And my scent is all over this place," he stressed, "so he needs t-t-to get the hell away from here before I claw his eyes out."

"What if he's in need? You never know if he's searching for a forever home."

"Th-then I'll show him the way out. For good."

You heard him talk this way before, but it didn't mean you liked it. You flicked his nose, which caused him to dig his nails into the floor. "How can you be so rude? What if I had shown you the way out when you had first shown up? Then right now we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"I think y-you mean to show me off."

"No, I don't, but I can show you something alright. I swear if you weren't so…" you paused finding it ridiculous that he'd care so much about this and that you had gotten caught up in foolishness again. What was he thinking anyway? It's not like you were going to get rid of him or anything.

"I'm so what?" he bristled; taking your brief silence as frustration. "I'm s-so annoying? Geez, tell me something I-I don't know. You tell me enough as it is."

Plopping himself down on your recliner, he began to groom himself aggressively; still grumpy as ever, but if you weren't mistaken, his limp tail and downturned ears made him appear a bit melancholic. You weren't sure how to feel about it other than disappointed. Not in him, but at yourself. Could it be that he had taken to heart what you've said all the previous times you two argued as well as this time?

For your part you took a seat on the couch and glanced out the window where the curtains hadn't been destroyed yet in order to distract yourself; spotting the stray which had been coming around as of late, and rolling around without a care on the lawn. There were several things in which you thought you should do. You could chase him away yourself, feed him, or some other third thing. Knowing that Rick would freak out if you gave any indications of preference to anyone or anything other then him bothered you. So you rose and walked over to sit on the armrest of the recliner. "You don't mind if I sit here do you?"

He didn't answer, but he looked away as he continued to groom himself. You went on. "I'm sorry. I don't...I don't know or understand what goes on in that mind of yours Rick, but if at any point you thought that I'd get rid of you, then you're mistaken. I mean, how could I?"

Really, how could you? Especially since he'd brought so much joy into your life. You hated to admit it sometimes, but you really cared about him, despite how annoying, and temperamental he could be. He'd never treated badly like some of your old boyfriends; better then some friends even and if you weren't mistaken, he might've cared for you too. However, could he really when you both weren't even of the same species? Perhaps that's why you treated him as you did; as some oversized pet; afraid of what you felt deep down inside.

Stretching out your hand to scratch behind his ears, you hesitated. Is this how it should be? As an owner and a pet? Or more? You felt conflicted and losing your nerve, you tried to get up so you could chase that stray cat away, but was stopped by a soft hand on gripping your wrist. "Don't leave. If I-I bother you so damn much baby, then maybe I-I should go. I'd certainly be doing you a-a favor."

Whatever causes your heart to flutter, or to rejoice, or to feel pain sank at that moment. Is that what he thought? No, that's wrong. How were you supposed to do this? To show him that you didn't want him to go and that you cared? Well, you did the only thing you thought made sense.

Turning back around, you stretched your arms open to embrace him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you caught him by surprise; his body having tensed up, but soon melt when you returned in kind what he would do to you; rubbing your face along the side of his face, and nuzzling his neck until you heard him purr. "If I mark you with my scent," you wondered; your words muffled by his fur. "does that mean that you belong to me? And I to you? Will it make it better?"

The arms which were wrapped around you squeezed you a bit tighter, and a chuckle erupted from his throat. For the briefest moments, he inhaled your scent, and you felt his nails bite your skin through the fabric of your blouse. You squeaked when you felt his nose against your neck, and if you were honest with yourself, you hadn't disliked it, but soon he loosened his grip about your waist and with a sigh, directed your gaze towards him; a serious, but all the more indescribable expression decorating his face. "I-I don't think you understand what you're talking about baby. Y-you can't - you shouldn't do that."

"Do what?" you wondered, trying to study his expression.

"What y-you're doing it - it doesn't mean what y-you think it means."

With your arms still about his neck, you didn't feel dissuaded to let go; feeling that this was what you were supposed to do. "If it means that I think you're adorable, and that I don't want you to go, then it doesn't matter. Isn't that okay?"

Giving you a funny look, he licked your cheek before pressing a soft kiss upon it and remaining there. "Baby," he softened. "I-I know I'm a furry piece of crap, but I - I promise I won't kill him. You don't need t-t-to do this to prove your point. I get it, but even so, at least I-I got to experience this."

"What are you talking about?"

"If only you knew." he whispered

"Knew what?"

Rising from the chair, he pulled your arms away and that melancholic expression returned. "It's nothing baby. I just… I promise I won't."

And as promised, he didn't. Though, when Rick had left your embrace, you couldn't help but feel alone and rejected. Had you caused some misunderstanding again? Had you crossed some line which there was no going back from? Well, whatever it had been, you hoped you two could move on and get over it. But if he happened to get over it, could you?

Fin

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