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chaepink · 5 months

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can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

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dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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exhaslo · 4 months

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Puzzle Pieces Ch13

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex, praise

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The only thing that you swore you could hear was the sound of your own pounding heart beat. Your body was still slump against the beg, legs too weak to move. Tears were still rolling down your cheeks as your mother's voice echoed inside your head.

"I-I need...I n-need to..." The words kept getting caught in your throat.

Reaching for your phone again, you quickly texted Miguel. You needed to inform him about your parent's plan. It was unfair. How could they decide something for you? You had specifically told them that you needed to get away from Eddie.

Perhaps you should have told them the reason, but would that have made a difference? Recalling the many times your parents ignored the bruises you had or the many hospital visits, you knew that this was nothing new.

Upon hearing your phone buzz, you quickly picked it up.

'Sorry, baby, I'm in a very important meeting. Can't talk right now, but Lyla will be there soon.'

It was just a text message. You replied with a simple, 'okay', and sunk back into the bed. Miguel was a busy man. You didn't want to distract or interrupt his important work. You would just have to wait until he got back to tell him the horrible news.

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It took about an hour, but you were finally ready to hang out with Lyla for the day. Mentally, you were not ready, but you had to be. It would be best to distract yourself. You couldn't let your parents or Eddie ruin your life anymore.

"Helloooooooooooooo~" Lyla cheered as she twirled inside the penthouse. You jumped, pinching your sleeves,

"H-Hello. L-Lyla?" You questioned. Lyla gasped at the sight of you,

"Oh! You must be (Y/N)! You are cuter in person! No wonder Miguel is head over heels for you!" She chirped, wrapping her arm around yours, "Today is going to be so much fun! I hope you're ready to have a girl's day! Jessica!"

"I'm here, I'm here." Jessica said with a heavy sigh.

You felt a little overwhelmed the moment you heard another voice, but immediately recognized the other woman. You glanced at Lyla, then towards Jessica in awe. Miguel really was watching over you while you were working.

You ended up smiling to yourself as you easily followed the two women downstairs. They were happily enjoying their conversation with each other. You wanted to chip in, but were too shy to say anything. They were still strangers to you.

"Alright, so (Y/N), where do you want to start?" Lyla asked as they approached a car similar to Miguel's.

"U-Uh, I...W-What does...What does Miguel...l-like?" You whispered as you gripped your sleeves. Jessica raised her head, her jaw agape,

"I wasn't told we were shopping for Miguel."

"Ohhhh, neither was I! This is going to be even better!" Lyla laughed and pulled out her phone, "You are so cute, (Y/N), I know just where to go~"

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Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine. He glanced up towards the lab's air conditioning, wondering if it was blasting higher than normal. Wanting to shake the feeling off, Miguel continued his walk around the lab, listening to one of his scientists give an explanation of their yearly findings.

"Sir, with your permission, there is a project that some of the men would like to conduct downstairs in lab number four." The scientist spoke up. Miguel lazily glanced in his direction,

"What project?"

"It appears that there is a new drug on the streets that is causing a-"

"No." Miguel yelled loudly, "Do you have any idea what could happen if anyone finds that drug here? Whom ever is the source of importing that cursed drug will not use Alchemax as a scrape goat."

"I understand that, sir, which is why we created a safe way for no one to find out. We want to break down the drug and see what is causing such an effect in humans." The scientist begged. Miguel gave one more glare towards his scientist,

"That drug will not enter this building. The only way you can get that accursed item in these labs is if the CDC contacts us personally. Understood?" Miguel hissed, his glare more menacing than ever.

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Miguel scoffed before making his way out of the lab. Normally, he'd behave himself a little better in front of anyone outside his mafia, but not for this. That drug was going to be the death of him. Not only was it threatening his family, but now his job.

As Miguel walked around Alchemax, he kept an eye on his watch. Awaiting any news about either Eddie or this drug. Spotting a photo message, Miguel clicked on it and immediately grew flustered. He rushed into the closest private room and called Lyla.

"Yes~" Lyla cooed over the phone. Miguel nearly grinded his teeth,

"¡Me estás matando! (You're killing me!) You're supposed to be helping (Y/N) with shopping, not sex toy hunting!" Miguel spat. Lyla just laughed over the phone,

"I told you he'd love it~"

"A-Are y-you sure? I-I um..."

"Dios mio (My god), put (Y/N) on the line."

"H-Hello, Miguel," You hummed happily. Miguel smiled towards the sound of your voice before noticing his erection,

"Baby, you know you don't have to listen to all of their suggestions. Just pick whatever you like out and I will love it. Honest," Miguel said sweetly before locking himself in the room.

"A-Are you s-sure?"

"Yes."

"O-Okay...Um, M-Miguel...L-Later...I...I h-have s-something important t-to tell you."

Miguel furrowed his brows by the sound of your voice. You were trying your best to not stutter as much, but Miguel knew that something was wrong.

"(Y/N), what's wrong? It doesn't have to wait until later if it's hurting you now."

"..."

"(Y/N)?"

"M-My...My parents...called me....and..." You were whispering with a shaky breathe, "T-They engaged me...w-with...w-with my...my...ex!"

Miguel nearly crushed his phone as you sobbed over the phone. His blood began to boil as he stood from his seat. Approaching the window in the private room, Miguel glared down at the city below his feet.

"Don't worry, (Y/N), everything will be okay. I'll take care of you."

"M-Miggy," You sobbed quietly as Lyla and Jessica comforted you, "C-Can I...Can I move in?"

"Of course." Miguel whispered, "Baby, I have something I need to do now. Have Lyla and Jessica take you by your apartment to start moving your stuff. Okay?"

"O-Okay."

Once you hung up, Miguel let out an angry yell. He proceeded to slam his fists into the nearest table, destroying it with ease. Once he was calm enough, Miguel reached for his phone again and decided to make a few calls.

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You felt horrible. You were having such a good time with Lyla and Jessica and you ended up a crying mess. Luckily, you were able to squeeze out that you were not crying because of them. God, that would make you feel worse.

"Is this where you live?" Jessica questioned as they arrived in a shitty neighborhood, "This is Kraven's territory."

"Was," Lyla whispered. You rubbed your eyes as you looked for your building,

"What...do y-you mean by that?" You asked. Jessica sighed softly since Miguel had not told you anything yet,

"This area belonged to a former mafia family, but...They were taken over so now it's safe here." She explained. Lyla pitched in,

"Taking a while to get repairs done though. The permits from the city sure do take a minute,"

"Ah,"

You just agreed, slowly processing what they said. Once you were at your building, the two women followed you in. You offered your couch to Jessica, not wanting the pregnant women to move around too much.

Looking for your suitcase, both you and Lyla started to pack some of your stuff. Lyla reassured you that she could get a moving truck by tomorrow for some of your bigger things if you truly wanted to keep them.

"T-Thank you both...s-so much for t-today and...everything," You whispered and glanced over at Jessica, "A-And t-thank you...for...for watching me...at...at work."

"Heh, no problem girl. When Miguel cares for someone, he will make sure that you are always cared for."

You smiled brightly as you thanked the two once more. Right as you were going to bring down your bags, Lyla had the driver come and help. You offered everyone a quick drink before grabbing some of your stuffed animals and returning to the car.

"Can I just say, I was so surprised Miguel's place was covered in these little guys. You sure work wonders." Lyla chuckled. You covered your face, feeling embarassed,

"M-Miguel j-just kept buying them...H-He said he doesn't mind."

"Amazing. Anyway, why don't we take this Christmas shopping more seriously. Let's go find a gift for Miguel." Jessica said with a grin.

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Eddie inhaled deeply as he watched you leave with the other two women. He threw his cigarettes' on the floor and exhaled. A large puff of smoke floating into the air as he snarled. At least now he finally found where you lived, but-

"That had to be her the other day." Eddie spat.

Frustrated that his former toy had found a new man to fuck, Eddie cussed and yelled. He kept his glare towards your building, knowing that eventually you had to come back. You were going to be his again. Eddie was a forgiving guy.

He could forgive you.

After a little lesson, of course.

Walking down the street, Eddie saw some homeless people cozying up by a trash fire. Approaching the small crowd, Eddie grinned from ear to ear as he took out a decent size bag of his new drug.

"Hey, fellas. Got a job for ya." Eddie offered.

Once a deal was struck, Eddie decided to head back to his base of operations. He needed to get things moving with his drug if he wanted to take over the city. As he walked down the snow covered streets, Eddie felt his phone go off.

"What's new?" Eddie answered before slowly coming to a stop, "Whoa, what do you mean you were bought out?! You're the owner! You can say no-"

Feeling as if he was being watched, Eddie hurried down the street. He cussed as he kept his conversation with the person on the other line. After a while, Eddie found a quiet and remote spot where those eyes disappeared.

"We had a deal. How are we supposed to distribute our drug across the city now?" Eddie hissed.

'We can still use the girl'

"Fuck it. We can still use (Y/N). Little slut can wiggle her way onto the other mafia leader laps to spread the drug. Tsk, and we wanted this to be easy," Eddie whispered to himself since he had hung up a while ago.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Eddie reached for a different looking cigarette. He lit it up and inhaled deeply before continuing to walk around the city.

"We can still use, (Y/N). We...can still use her."

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snzhrchy · 1 year

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Hi hru 👋🏾

I have a request for Wednesday on Netflix maybe you could write xavier and the reader having a fight and then he suddenly kisses the reader. Only if you want

— ☆ THOSE FEW DAYS !

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

synopsis; you’re just concerned about your boyfriend’s issues but it leads to a terrible argument between you two yet you both still long for eachother.

warnings; none :)

taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !

Ever since the arrival of Wednesday Addams in Nevermore and the unfortunate expulsion of Rowan, your boyfriend, Xavier Thorpe had been acting rather, unusual, to say the least.

Yes, he did lose his roommate and he was being tormented by frequent nightmares of a creature — it was enough to make one lose their sanity. Yet today, in particular, he was acting odd.

You noticed that today, he was feeling uncomfortable, bothered by the slightest conversation, as if he were scared. He also was making an attempt to cover his neck either with his collar or hands. You observed that the reason as to why he was hiding his neck was due to the large red scars that were planted on it — worst of all, they were fresh. They looked as if a creature had attacked his neck as it appeared that maybe claws were the cause of it.

You overheard him informing Wednesday that the scars were due to fencing class yet you knew him better than anyone — he wasn’t that careless to get injured so terribly in fencing. It was probably due to another cause.

Eventhough, deep down you knew you shouldn't inquire him about his latest injury something had urged you to question him about it. You wanted to know why he looked and felt so terrified. After all, you were his girlfriend, shouldn't you have a right to know?

Reluctantly, you made your way to his art studio which was an old shed he had cleaned out. You knew he was in it due to the slow hum of the music you could hear from the outside and the small light rays that penetrated out of the shed's windows.

Xavier would visit the shed whenever he was in distress. Lately, he'd been visiting it quite often as he was tortured by all his horrifying dreams and the events occurring in Jericho. The rumours of the creature in the woods weren't helping either.

One, two, three. You knocked thrice onto the door, patiently waiting for the man inside to let you in. After a few moments on waiting, the door finally opened to reveal an anger-stricken Xavier, who leaned against the doorway of the shed.

His palms were coloured in different shades of blue and red, indicating that he was painting. Whereas his eyes were both avoidant of your gaze. He kept glancing at his shoes, not even bothering to greet you — other times, he'd let you in, showing off anything new he had painted.

You broke off the awkward silence with a small cough, 'can I come in?' you lightly asked as you attempted to smile at him. Still not meeting your eyes, he replied with a simple 'sure,' and moved out of the way so that you could enter.

You looked around and were horrified at the sight of the inside of the shed. Nearly every corner was filled with sketches, drawings and paintings of the creature - some scribbled messily while others were decorated in detail. You now knew that his nightmares were only getting worse even with his multiple therapy sessions, he still wasn't getting any better.

'So what do you want?' Xavier asked with no emotion. You turned to look at him after finally tearing your eyes away from the gnarly pictures he had drawn. 'I just wanted to check up on you, see how you're feeling,' you replied, 'I noticed your scars and I wanted to ask you...' you trailed off, unsure of how to continue since you noticed that his expression hardened.

'Why? So you could blame me for all the murders?' he snapped. You had no idea what Xavier could possibly mean by that statement. Did someone blame him? Was that he was feeling so sour?

'No, I don't blame you at all and you know that. I was just here to check up on you and-' before you could finish, you were cut off by Xavier: 'well, I don't need you checking up on me, I'm perfectly fine. Stop pretending like you ever actually cared,' he shouted.

All the worry you had about him left you immediately, you yelled back at him as he yelled at you. You both were shouting back and forth, throwing cruel words at eachother. Until, you had had enough. Your eyes and cheeks were now stained with tears, your lips were bleeding due to you biting them aggressively and you wanted nothing more than to leave.

His harsh words were enough for you to finally leave his shed, filled with rage and sadness. Clearly, he was not feeling alright and took out his anger on you. You were just trying to check up on him, what could've caused him to feel like this?

To be honest, you were angry at him, terribly angry. You stormed into your room, trying to block off any thoughts you had about him. Yet you couldn't since no matter how foolish he acted, you still liked him.

Rave'N was suppose to be a fun and eventful night for any outcast. Well, any outcast except for you. Ever since your argument with Xavier, you didn't bother talking to him, even when he attempted to apologise to you.

You went with your friend and roommate, Yoko and instead of moping over Xavier, you decided to actually enjoy yourself. It was a party after all, you were suppose to enjoy yourself here. The drinks and loud music were finally making you forget all about Xavier.

After a couple of drinks and a few dances with Yoko, you were finally exhausting yourself. Tearing away from Yoko and the dance floor, you finally sat down on a table you presumed to be empty to rest a bit before going back.

'I see you're enjoying yourself here,' a familiar yet unexpecting voice called — the last voice you wanted to hear right now. Sighing, you turned to look at the unwelcomed face of Xavier. You raised your brow, 'So? It's a party,' you replied, not even bothering to pay attention to him.

'Hey listen...' he began as he sat himself next to you. You knew what to expect, for the past few days, Xavier had been attempting to apologise to you for his harsh words yet you didn't bother listening to any of his apologies; most of the time, Yoko would just tell him to leave.

You sighed and turned to look at him, 'you've told me that same apology multiple times but you have to realise that I was really hurt by your words... I was just worried.' This was probably the longest conversation you both had this entire week.

'Xavier, I understand you were hurting back then but I just kinda wished you ta—‘ before you could finish your statement, you got interrupted by a pair of lips on yours.

It was a surprised gesture but you reciprocated it almost immediately; you missed this so much. You’d never admit it but you really did miss Xavier loads. Just by kissing him, all the events of the past few days were lost; you just wanted to be with him.

Once you two pulled apart, Xavier looked at his shoes, avoiding your gaze again — it looked as if he was embarrassed of his actions.

‘I’m really sorry about that, y/n. I shouldn’t have done that,’ he stated apologetically. Deep down, Xavier longed for things to go back to the way they were. He felt upset and he missed you so much.

‘Hey, it’s alright. I’m kinda over it besides, you were just on edge back then; we both said things that we regretted. I understand,’ you gently spoke. Xavier looked at you with hopeful eyes yet he didn’t utter a single word.

The last thing Xavier expected you to do was stand up and offer your hand to his, inviting him onto the dance floor.

‘Come on,’ you said as you happily dragged him to the dance floor.

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagines #wednesday series #xavier thorpe #xavier x reader #xavier imagines #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe imagines

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wildestdreamsblog · 1 year

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Hiraeth II

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: you know what, Kim Seokjin just hits different to me. I miss him and I’m taking u all down with me in my I-miss-u-jin-era.

Masterlist Hiraeth I

After you got over your initial shock in which you thoughtlessly swung your fist to his handsome face, you found yourself sheepishly walking to the kitchen where you could hear him moving. He looked up as soon as you entered the room, one side of his bruised lips tilted up. He watched you moved with a secretive smile on his face that you so badly wanted to erase. Jin looked like he was thoroughly enjoying this. You couldn’t help but notice how much he changed. He matured, no longer the young man who had soft cheeks and undefined body. Instead, your eyes roamed over his sharp features and his muscular back that couldn’t be hidden by his shirt. In front of you was a man who was confident. And you didn’t know how to handle him.

You didn’t know how to handle him when in the first place, you thought you would never see him again, not after you ran from him. Not after he begged you to come back.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked after enough time had passed and he was still looking at you as though he was waiting for you to crack. And you did. You could’t take his heavy eyes, couldn’t take the silence as he watched you.

Was he this insufferable when you were younger?

Were you just too blind to see him for how he really was?

Additionally…was he this beautiful when you were younger? Or was time just unfairly favorable to him?

He gestured to the noodles he was stirring. “I’m cooking us breakfast, princess.”

His old name for you hindered you from reacting quickly. You blinked owlishly, memories of him calling you that playing in flashback.

“Yes….but why here?”

He turned off the stove leisurely as if his answer wouldn’t rattle your whole world before leaning his body on the counter, his eyes focused on yours. “Where else would I be? I live here.”

“What? B-but, your mother- she didn’t tell me…”

He shrugged, busying himself with plating the food and bringing it to the simple yet elegant dining table. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” He asked in a nonchalant voice, his movements precise and calm.

When you didn’t answer, he tilted his head to the side, his hand inside his pocket as he stalked slowly to where you were standing near the door. If he noticed how you seemed to be one push away from running, he didn’t comment. Instead, there he was, his tall form towering over you. “Do I make you nervous, princess?”

“J-Jin-“

“Tsk,” he shook his head, his dark, unfathomable eyes focused on yours. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, giving him that regal look you always thought he possessed. “What happened to ‘Oppa’?” He asked in what one would thought of as a sincere question, but the mocking glint in his eyes could not fool you.

“I-I don’t-“

“Hmm? You don’t what?” He whispered sweetly, his fingers stroking your hair. He was transfixed with the way time changed you. Yet, he hated how he wasn’t there to experience growing up with you because you took yourself away from his grasp. But no more. He took a deep breath to calm the demons in him, before flashing you his usual, carefree smile.

“Do I still affect you, princess?”

“N-no!”

Jin regarded you for a moment too long, his eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief and danger. “Perfect,” he beamed at you before pulling your wrist to the dining table. “There’s no reason for you not to stay here, then. Come on, let’s eat.”

Despite him acting as though no years passed between the two of you, you simply couldn’t. You could feel the weight of seeing him in person sitting heavily on your shoulders, could hear the unspoken words no one had the strength and courage to say, could feel the guilt and anguish in your heart.

“So,” you began, your eyes focused on the chopsticks in your hand. “H-how have you been, Seokjin?”

He scoffed, his dark eyes boring on yours. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“It’s just that…it’s been so long.”

“And whose fault is that,” he stated tonelessly, his large hand closing to a fist before calming himself down. He needed to remind himself that he had you now, that he wasn’t going to lose you this time.

He had to remind himself that he needed to forgive you if he wanted a clean start with you.

“Never mind,” you sighed, clearly discouraged with his response. What did you expect? You practically ghosted him the moment your turned eighteen, turning your back on your closest childhood friend, to your remaining family just because you were in pain.

Perhaps, you should acknowledge that you hurt him in the process of healing yourself. You didn’t know if you wanted to fix the ruined relationship between the two of you, didn’t know if you could redeem yourself. You had so much buried feelings that you didn’t know if this was worth it.

You quietly ate your food, already internally planning your living situation. You would sort out your living situation today. You could not live with Jin, not when he made you feel things you thought you had long killed. You could not-

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked owlishly as you looked up at the man sitting in front of you. Your astonished and lost expression softened his resolve, it melted his anger.

Only you could silence the dark thoughts in his head. Ironically, you were the reason why the demons in his mind were born.

“I shouldn’t have said that. You were just trying your best to heal the way you know how. It’s okay,” Jin stated, his eyes trained on you, willing you to see his sincerity. Except that it wasn’t okay you left. Yet, he knew it was the best for you despite it destroying him so monumental it took him years to feel normal.

Should you leave him again, he knew the carefully reconstructed sanity of his will tumble down.

“I’m just sorry you had to do it all alone,” he whispered sadly.

Aside from your therapist, you had never spoken about this with anyone. To you, it was something so tragic that saying it would make you relive the pain, loneliness and desperation it caused you. This was the first time in almost a decade that someone acknowledged your pain, you strength, and the sacrifices made along the way.

“But princess,” he continued, his hand reaching across the table to clasp yours. And once he did, he felt peace the moment he was able to touch you. “You don’t have to be alone. Not anymore.”

It was an hour later when you emerge to the living room where Jin was drying his hair. His movements slowed down when he saw you after you ran once again from him. After he said that you didn’t have to be alone, you walked to the bedroom without a word. You didn’t know how to handle your emotions, and the only way you knew how was to run.

And so ran, you did.

He raised his dark eyebrows at you when you didn’t say anything. “Going somewhere?”

You nodded, looking anywhere but him. Was he always this handsome even when had just showered? Was this fair? You looked like a drenched cat when you finished showering, and yet he looked like he was shooting a commercial.

“D-do you know where the nearest bus stop is?”

He nodded, “It’s more than an hour away.”

“What about taxi?”

He blinked innocently, “This is an exclusive neighborhood, princess. Taxis are not allowed here,” he shared in a thoughtful manner.

You swore under your breath. You had grown up in Korea, but you lived your whole adult life in abroad that you were no longer confident with yourself here. You were so certain that you would get lost.

He watched you with a smirk in his face, “You can borrow one of my cars,” he offered with an innocent look on his face.

“I don’t know how to drive.”

He knew that.

“In that case,” he sighed as he stood up, stretching his hands upwards. You didn’t even have it in you to not look at his toned abs, didn’t have it in you to look away from his leaned, yet muscular arms. Jin smiled innocently at you when he noticed your wandering eyes.

“In that case, I need to drive you,” Jin shook his head slowly as though he was burdened by this when the truth was that this was his plan all along.

Jin sat patiently at the hotel lobby, his legs spread out. He was smiling indulgently as you walked near him with a defeated expression in your face. Jin was wearing a black cap to hide his identity, and besides that, an inconspicuous bodyguard was trailing after the two of you at Jin’s command. He wouldn’t risk his princess, after all.

He looked up at you as you stood in front of him, your expression confused and tired as you informed him that there was no available room. This was the seventh hotel you went to, and so far your plan hadn’t been successful.

“So?”

You shook your head, clearly apparent that you wouldn’t move out today. You were stuck. And you loathed depending on anyone, more so you hated depending on him again just like when you were younger. Just like when he would always take care of you, regardless if he was reluctant or not. You became overly independent when you moved away from everyone. It was a thing that your therapist was still trying to resolve. However, you just couldn’t let yourself depend on anyone on anything ever gain for the fear that one day, they might leave you alone too.

“I’ll just stay in a motel-“

Jin stood up, his proximity effectively cutting you off. He tilted your chin up, his eyes serious. “I’m not making you leave, princess. You can stay with me as long as you want,” he offered with a sincere smile in his face when all he wanted to say was that your place was beside him, and it should have been the case since the beginning if only he didn’t lose control. He could see the battle in your eyes, the weariness and the stubbornness to not to give in to him was apparent. You needed a nudge.

You entered the quaint restaurant, your eyes roaming around the area as you waited for Jin. He dropped you off in front before parking his car. The restaurant had a homey vibes to it. Sunlight was freely flowing to the room, and the windows were open which allowed the customers to feel the pleasant breeze. You could see customers enjoying their food and talking animatedly with the other- more so the one group on your right who had their heads bowed down, too engrossed with their food while talking and laughing among themselves. You felt a hand on the small of your back. You looked behind you to see Seokjin smiling at you with his cap still on. He was guiding you in when you heard the sound of utensils falling on the floor. You looked to your right where the group of men were eating and realization dawned upon you.

Jungkook’s eyes were the first ones you met. His doe eyes were even bigger from shock, his mouth agape with his chopstick suspended in the air. Beside him was Taehyung who looked at you and Jin with knowing eyes before smiling that rectangular smile of his. Jimin and Hoseok both looked at you in surprised.

“H-hyung?” Jungkook called Jin with confusion in his face as he looked down at Jin’s hand on you. He had never seen his hyung touched someone from another gender willingly. To be honest, Seokjin didn’t care much about anyone outside the members and his own family. Seeing him looking at you with too much emotion in his otherwise emotionless eyes made all of them curious about who you were.

Jin sighed before looking at his members. “You’re all here. Again.”

“We were starving…” the man you recognized as the leader explained sheepishly. He turned to look at you before smiling, “Hi. I’m Namjoon. And you are?”

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You found yourself sat beside Seokjin who was busy putting food on your plate. If he noticed his members looking at him as though an imposter took his place, he didn’t comment. It was as if the six men looking at the two of you with mixture of bewilderment from Jungkook and Jimin, curiosity from Namjoon and Hoseok, amusement from Taehyung and strangely, indifference from Yoongi, didn’t bother him.

But it bothered you.

You broke eye contact with Taehyung who was sitting beside you with his chin resting on his hand as he examined you with twinkle in his eyes to look at the other man beside you.

“Are you sure it’s fine for me to sit with you? What if someone sees?” You leaned to whisper at Jin.

He merely shrugged. It didn’t matter. In fact, he wanted the world to know you were his. “Eat, princess.”

“I can’t,” you whispered once again, hyperaware of the six pair of eyes on you and him.

“Why?”

“Why are they looking at me?”

Seokjin craned his neck up, frustration evident on his face before looking at his younger members with a terrifying glare. “Why are you always here?”

“We were hungry-“

“And you ate. Now leave.”

“Is that how you treat your customers, hyung?” Jimin teased with a pout before looking at you innocently.

Wait, this was his?

“You’re not my customers because you all rarely pay!”

Chaos ensued as the men bickered and teased each other. You could see the familiarity and the love between them that came with years and years of companionship. You were unknowingly smiling before eating your late lunch. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you actually ate. They were all still arguing, albeit without any claws to their words, when you felt a finger poking your arm.

“I’m Taehyung,” he introduced himself before offering you his hand. You shook his hand warily. “I’m Y/N.”

“So, Y/N, how did you know my hyung?” He asked, uncaring of the bickering of the men in front of him. He was more interested with who you were. His hyung never did once look at any woman, never once did he touch them. In fact, he was irritated whenever some woman would sauntered to him and flirted. Behind his hyung’s pleasant personality and contagious laugh lied his cold persona reserved for people who didn’t matter to him.

Which was exactly why you were a puzzle to the group. For the first time since they met him, they saw their hyung smiled so genuinely at a woman. For the first time, they saw the darkness that somehow terrified them in Jin’s eyes vanished.

“Oh uhm. We’re childhood friends. His parents and my dad were the best of friends.”

Were?

Yoongi, who hadn’t said a thing yet, tilted his head when he heard you. He looked at you with indifferent eyes before slyly shifting his bored gaze to his only hyung who visibly stiffened from your words.

Interesting.

You watched him as he took his pillow and RJ in his arms. Seokjin really looked comfy and yet, so beautiful despite wearing only his pajamas. “You know I can take the sofa. I don’t mind. I really don’t want to be an imposition on-“

“Nonsense, princess. I want you to be comfortable here. You’re my guest after all,” he turned to look at you before smiling. He walked towards the bed where you were sitting. He leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Good night, my princess,” he whispered, and before you could even react, he was out of the room.

You opened your eyes, and you were back to that nightmare. You saw your father walking away from you to that damned lake. You felt your heart skipped a beat, your legs moving faster and faster to stop him.

You knew what would happened.

You had seen this before.

You had lived this before.

“Dad! Please. Stop!” You shouted on top of your lungs, but it was as though he didn’t hear you. He kept on walking and walking, until he was in the middle of the frozen lake. He paused his movement to look at you. He never aged. His looks frozen in time.

“Run, my daughter,” he said with a serious note in his voice. This was different. He never said this in all your nightmares. “Run far. And don’t come back.”

“What? Dad, please! Just come here!” You shouted, and now you felt tears falling freely on your face. You knew what would happened.

You knew his destiny.

And you could never do anything about it but to see him fall to the icy water.

“Y/N! Wake up.”

“Princess, please. Wake up. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”

“Wake up.”

And then you woke up. Your breath were ragged as though you were running for your life. You could feel his fingers wiping away your tears. You were full-on sobbing in front of him. And before you knew it, his arms were around you as he maneuvered your body to rest on top of his chest. Your hand fisted his shirt, wanting anything to ground you. Your heart was beating faster despite escaping the nightmare, and for the life of you, you didn’t know why you still felt unsafe.

Soothingly, he was running his hand on your back. Seokjin was patient as he waited for you to calm down. You felt his lips on top of your head. You heard him whisper how you were safe with him and that he would never let anything bad happen to you ever again.

And that night, he didn’t let you go.

—

“My baby looks so handsome!” His mother cooed at the four-year old Seokjin. She fixed his hair gently before holding his tiny hand in hers. She followed her husband inside their closest friend’s home. His wife had just given birth a month ago and this was the first time they would see the little bundle of joy. She was so ecstatic when she learned that the baby was a girl, much to her son’s disgust.

‘Girls are yucky, mommy!’

“Do you wanna see her?”

Did he? He looked thoughtful for a moment, his adorable pout ever so present in his lips. Perhaps, he should see what the fuss was about. He was almost certain- no, he was 100% sure that he was more endearing than that little elf who did nothing but cried.

But fine, he supposed he should look at her one time, then never again.

With a reluctant nod, his mother patted the seat beside her. Once he was fully sat down, his mother lowered the baby to his level which allowed him to peak at the crying Y/N.

Seokjin’s eyes widened at how could someone as little as you cried so loud?

Additionally, how could someone as little as you looked so…wonderful?

As though he was in a trance, Jin moved his face closer to you. His little hand was on its way to caress your hair when he heard his mother gently warn him to be careful. And so, he did. His little hand touched the sparse hair on your small head. He caressed it once, twice, and to the adults’ surprised, you stopped wailing your heart out as thought you were finally at peace.

“She likes you,” your father observed, his eyebags made it apparent that you weren’t letting your parents sleep.

“I think we should keep him with her so she would stop crying, right Jinnie?” He teased the little child.

Jin, on other hand, didn’t say anything. His focus was solely on you. Little Seokjin deemed it okay to stay with you.

It was a sweet moment, really it was. Until Jin dove down to peck your lips, and then chaos ensued.

Hiraeth III

#kim seokjin fic #bts fic #bts yandere #yandere kim seokjin #kim seokjin x you #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x y/n #hiraeth #bts fanfic #yandere jin x reader #yandere jin #jin x you

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kennysboxergf · 10 months

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write smt for niko where reader has nails on and she’s just scratching nikos head and he falls asleep on her and is in awn of him please and thank u

Acrylics ~ Niko Omilana

Ok alright so first of all my apologies i started writing this and then it took a mind of its own and ran away from me so im so sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted 💔

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Your fingers worked at Niko’s scalp as he lay in your lap. You felt as he sank deeper and deeper into your embrace and as his muscles relaxed under your new acrylic nails. You looked over at him and found only peace and relaxation in his expression, despite that you couldn’t help as your earlier conversation echoed in your head.

“How do you do anything with those knives on your fingers?” is the question that pops you out of the book you were reading. You close it shut, knowing this conversation was not going to just disappear, when Niko wanted to know something he usually found out.

“What do you mean knives?” you ask, pretending to not understand the joke so he would drop it.

Of course, he didn’t drop it.

“I mean those long pointy things you’ve stuck onto your already long, pointy, nails” he answered, vaguely gesturing towards your hand with his.

“My acrylics?” you asked back with a dead-pan look on your face.

“Nuh-uh” came the answer as he shook his head, “acrylic is a type of paint. You have literal murder weapons stuck to the end of your fingers” he finished with an accusatory point at your hands.

You smiled simply in his direction before extending one long finger (+ nail) in his direction. You bent it towards yourself in a beckoning motion, willing him to come closer. He did so, albeit hesitantly.

When he approached the couch you were settled on you grabbed onto his shirt and tugged him down. He fell (ungraciously) onto the couch right next to you with an oomph. When he settled he looked at you with a mix between a glare and a confused head tilt. You simply shrugged because you had no idea why you had done that either.

He opened his mouth as if to complain but you quickly shut him up with a finger on his lips. Once again he looked down at the finger in confusion but you didn’t utter a word, just rearranged his tall man limbs into your lap. He went quite easily, but as soon as the two of you were comfortable he opened his big mouth again.

“Your murder knives are stabbing me, y/n” he said once more with a trace of a pout on his lips.

You moved your hand from where it was resting on his stomach up to his scalp. You felt him tense as your nails first trailed through his curls. You muttered a soothing “don’t worry baby, these murder knives can do a lot more than just kill men.”

Well maybe that wasn’t too soothing but he did go from deep freeze rigid to just tense so it was a win you guessed.

And all of that led you to where you were right now. With his head in your lap as your fingers worked into his hair. He was actively just melting into you, his whole body relaxing. You smiled at his behaviour as his eyes fluttered shut.

After a couple of minutes of massaging you heard soft noises coming from your boyfriend. Small gasps and quiet moans of pleasure echoed in the room. He didn’t seem to notice as his head lay still, eyes shut and mouth slightly open.

You stop your motions and he jerks back into reality, his eyes open as he looks at you.

“Baby, I’ll pay for your nails for the rest of the year if you just keep going right now” he promised quietly.

You chuckled but started with your motions once more, his eyes fell shut again. “No more murder knives?” You tease.

His head starts to shake before he realises he can’t do that with you massaging him. So he just mutters a simple “nothing that makes me feel this nice can be used for murder I take my words back”

“Ok,” you respond but then continue after a pause, “but you can’t take back the words about paying for my nails” you warn him.

He smiles, “of course.”

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as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

#beta squad #niko omilana #niko x reader #niko x you #cute

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simp4fictionalmenandjesus · 1 year

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yandere rin itoshi>>>

he will be soooo cold and not outwardly affectionate (at first) but on the inside he is absolutely OBSESSED.

like rin will seem literally so indifferent to you, but every-time you glance at him, he’ll be purposely not making eye contact because if he does he will be SOOOO RED, because even though it doesn’t show, your slightest acknowledgment cause rin to FREAK out. ‘omg omg omg she’s looking at me what do i do… she’s so pretty fuck i love her so much. if she keeps looking over here i don’t think i’ll be able to restrain myself🙏🙏🙏.’

you would think that when you start dating it gets better but bro… it gets worse💀💀💀. you’ll text him, not anything specific, just a normal text, something as simple as ‘hi, what are you up to?’ and he will leave you on read. it takes him around 8 hours to reply because he is overfilled with joy that you texted him. he is giggling and kicking his feet in the air type shit.

one day you texted him, asking if he wanted to get dinner, this was the first time that rin’s teammates have ever witnessed him smile. you texted him before his game against the U-20 japan team, wishing him luck and telling him you’d be cheering in the stands, and omfg. everyone in that locker room was like 🙀. rin was straight up smiling, and not one of those devious smiles his teammates were used to, this smile was a soft, ‘i’m so in love’ smile. you best believe that someone, (bachira), teased him PROFUSELY.

talking about the U-20 game, the first thing he did on court, before directing murderous thoughts towards his brother, was look for you in the stands. when he found you, he smiled softly, which you 100% could not see because well, you didn’t bring binoculars. after the match, he went to find you immediately, he didn’t even bother changing out of his jersey, so bro was sweaty as hell.

he hugged you incredibly tight, like bone crushingly tight. he lifted you up the ground and was kissing you profusely. this was actually the turning point in your relationship where rin started showing affection.

he introduced you to the blue lock team that day, just because he did not want to let you out of his sight for a second but he had to recuperate with ego and the team. so essentially. rin forced you to wait outside the locker rooms for him while he showered and since he was clinging to you straight after the match, his teammates finished before him and walked out of the locker room to see you, in rin’s jacket.

again, everyone went 🙀. you were bombarded with questions about your relationship, and by the time rin finished with his shower, you were already well acquainted with the blue lock boys.

rin was not happy about this at all. how dare they, his rivals, talk to you. he definitely dragged you away and kept you for himself, if his teammates and you exchanged numbers, he’d immediately block them and delete them off your phone.

he wouldn’t show his obsessive tendencies until you’ve been in a relationship with him for longer, the only reason he hadn’t kept you exclusively by his side so far was because he didn’t have the power to do so. he forces you to go to all of his games, press conferences, sometimes he’ll even drag you along to his practice whether you are busy or not, in fact, you probably won’t be busy because he’s made sure that you don’t have a job with long hours or a job at all. oh? what if you’re hanging out with friends? well, that won’t do… it’s time for some guilt tripping. “oh… but I need you there, are you friends more important than me?”

You’ll be spending every hour of the day with him, because after his games, press conferences and practices, he’ll bring you out for a meal, and then you’re going back home with him.

rin is the type of person who wants their loved one to rely solely on them. he’s really subtle with it too. he’ll slowly incorporate himself into every factor of your life, he wants your life to revolve around him, just as much as his revolves around you.

If you ever do realise how possessive and frankly, psycho he is, and try to leave him... well, i did say this man is a simp, rin will be begging on his knees, tears falling out of his eyes, hugging you tightly and not letting you go. honestly, you’ll be shocked because this is the first time you’ve seen him be sooooo emotional.

and if you try to get help from law enforcement? well, i hate to break it to you, but that’s never gonna work, because blue lock, and subsequently the government spent so much money to make these insane strikers and rin is one of, if not, the best strikers in the world. it’ll be covered up and you’ll be trapped.

as soon as you’re in captivity, his affection will dial up to 110%. now, he let’s his innermost thoughts out, because you’re finally all his. <3

#yandere rin itoshi #yandere itoshi rin #yandere rin itoshi x reader #yandere itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock x reader #yandere blue lock #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #yandere blue lock x reader #s4fmaj fics

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crabonfire · 1 year

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could you do mercs reacting to their s/o infodumping about their hyperfixations? :]

I was working on another request when I saw this pop in and oh my gosh. Yes.

Mercs reacting to s/o who infodumps about their hyperfixations!!!

I also have a touch of the tism :)

characters: all mercs

warnings: none

note: ps as a ref I decided the s/o would have a hyperfixation on crabs because...I love crab

♡Scout♡

• aw

• honestly thinks it adorable...and tbh? I feel like Scout also has hyperfixations. He doesn't really realise it or even know what it is but he loves to nerd about things he's real into.

• he finds it cute your so passionate about this stuff!! Like yeah babe go off!! Talk to him about your silly little hyperfixations!!

• if you ever apologise for talking about it he will shut you up, telling you to continue about your ramble!!

"Ah...I'm talking too much-sorry you probably don't wanna hear about certain crab species."

"No no! It's interestin babe, go on. I wanna hear about Christmas crabs and what they do at Christmas Island."

"...oh....okay!"

I use crabs because that's what I'm fixated on...I love crabs...:)

♡Pyro♡

• please don't ever stop talking

• finds it absolutely charming how into it you are, like the way you sometimes get outta breath from pacing around your room and talking 24/7 about it makes him happy to see you so happy

• like omg!!! ur so cute!!!

• even if your hyperfixation is about murder, or something simple like bugs, he still loves to hear you talk about it.

• if you ever apologise for talking about it, he will assure you it's okay and encourage you to talk more about it. He loves jt.

♡Soldier♡

• finds it interesting!

• if you ever just spit out fun facts or explain stuff about your hyperfixations, he will shut the fuck up and listen, even asking questions about it.

• "Crabs are actually a quite aggressive species! Even the friendly type of crabs have their own limit to how friendly they can be. Did you also know that crabs are escape artists?"

"WOAH! I DID NOT KNOW THAT! CRABS ARE ESCAPE ARTISTS?!"

"Yeah! That's why, any type of crab you have, make sure the tanks sealed properly. Even the tiniest nook they will somehow escape."

"I SEE! CRABS ARE QUITE INTERESTING."

"Yeah!!"

• if you ever apologise for it he will get mad. like why r u sorry he loves hearing u talk...especially about something your passionate about. Keep talking, he loves it.

♡Demoman♡

• he will have a hand on his cheek, his eye half lidded with a dumb goofy smile on his face the entire time he listens to you ramble on.

• he loves it when you get so happy over your little silly hyperfixations.

• when u stim over new stuff for your hyperfixation he finds it adorable

(Ps baby girl don't be embarrassed abt ur stimming!! I've seen ppl say that they r and my little tootsie roll pancake it's normal and it's adorable!!)

• if u apologise he will be dramatic,

" gasp WHAT ARE YE SAYIN? do ye really think that I could ever hate yer knowledgable rambling?!"

But he will insist that it's okay, and that he finds it cute.

♡Heavy♡

• it is very cute. please continue.

• "I love pom pom crabs...they are so cute. They are also known as boxer crabs or cheerleader crabs, that is due to the sea anemones they hold in their claws. Why do they do that you ask? Their claws are too small to catch food, so they instead ramble ramble crab nerd stuff "

"Mhm :)"

He will actually get into what your into, he wants to know how he can fuel your hyperfixations since they make you so happy. Like bugs? He got you your favorite! Want to know more about certain crime cases? Yo he found...a clue from the crime scene? How...what? Huh?

• he's super supportive, so don't even think about apologising. because he actually loves when you talk about whatever your into.

♡Engie♡

• he will listen to you in his workshop while he works, it's like an audio book.

• he loves when you get so happy and talkative when you infodump, he wants to kiss your dumb face whenever you just ramble on about it all.

• just like Heavy, tries to fuel it. Like,,,yas babe!! Get into your little hyperfixations WOOO

• he'd definitely ask a lot of questions to get you going, he loves the expression on your face from the happiness you get from answering them.

• "The longest living crabs I've seen from multiple crab owners I've done research on is...they mostly live only until 8 years depending on the species....that's so sad...not even a decade :("

"I want to kiss you so bad."

"what? engie what did you say?"

"Nothing, uh, that's terrible...I'm sorry honey."

• DONF EVEN APPLOGIZZE BRO THIS MAN MAKES U FEEL OSO COMFORTABLE U DONT GOTTA APOLGOIZE

♡Medic♡

• he definitely has a touch of the tism too,, bro is hyperfixated on his work lol

• definitely infodumps about his to you too, and he loves to hear about yours.

• he will do intense research about your hyperfixation to impress you and relate to you, it's quite nice.

• cute ass mf

• likes to write down notes about specific things you've said to him about your interests, likes to read them when he's sad and smiles when he remembers the fire in your eyes when you talk about it.

♡Sniper♡

• he desperately wants to kiss you because of this

• he thinks it's charming that your so into all this...whatever it is, he will listen.

• also takes time to get into it!!!!

• loves it when you absolutely infodump outta nowhere, especially when yall are doing something else,,,its so cute :)))!!!

• " ramble ramble ramble "

"God, your so damn cute."

"...huh?"

"HUH? WHAT? Continue."

It just slips sometimes, he can't help it your just so so cute.

• apologise and he will give you a quick forehead kiss, telling you that he loves you a lot, especially when your being a little nerd about what you like.

♡Spy♡

• he will never ever ever admit it but he finds it charming.

• he won't really talk much about it, pretending like he doesn't care, but if you ever apologise for talking he will automatically shut you up, talking about how interesting it is and telling you that as long as your happy so is he.

• buys you stuff that's related to your hyperfixation, out of nowhere too, it's always so sweet when he does it.

• it's like his white noise, infodump all day baby!!!

• he likes the way you smile more when you talk about your hyperfixations, even if he won't understand some, he will still try to, and definitely loves you just a little more for it.

There u go!!! Sorry its 11 and I'm on the verge of falling asleep,,,so there might be some errors...I hope u enjoyed tho :)

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alovesongtheywrote · 4 months

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Nightmare Academia P.19 | Spencer Reid x Reader

♥ Summary: In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, somebody dies, somebody leaves, and somebody ends up alone. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: criminal minds season 10, episode 13. Nelson's Sparrow.

♥ A/N: i remembered which episode this was off hand, im oddly proud lmao

♥ Word Count: 1847

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Spencer didn’t think he would have to call in that favour you’d offered him. He was pretty sure that when you sent a little text that said, “I owe you one,” you were joking. He waved it off like you were joking. When he told you not to mention the favour he had done, he’d meant it. The two of you had spent the rest of the night joking because that was all it was supposed to be.

The favour, the owing, it was all supposed to be a joke.

Then Gideon died.

Nothing really seemed funny after that.

Spencer had to leave for a bit. He needed to go, and join his team, and solve this murder. He also had classes to teach. He hoped you would help him out with that, though he hated having to ask. You didn’t deserve this burden. You hadn’t deserved it before, either, but you kind of took it on without asking.

Now, Spencer had to ask.

He didn’t want to do it. Like, he really didn’t want to do it. He ended up staring at your contact in his phone for a solid forty-five minutes waffling over what the fuck he could say in this situation.

“My old friend and mentor was murdered last night. I need to go find the man that did it. Cover my cases for me while I’m gone, will you?” Felt rude. And harsh. And like a crazy fucking load of information that you would definitely have questions about- and while he would normally love to answer your questions, Spencer- understandably- did not feel like answering questions about this specific topic.

A simple, “We need to talk,” was way too goddamn ominous.

“I need a favour,” could be taken all kinds of wrong ways.

Something like, “Heyyyyy, so, my old mentor died and I need to go find the man that did it. Would you mind covering my classes for me until I come back, even if that takes actual months? K thank u byeeeee,” just felt wrong.

“A close friend of mine just passed, and I need some time. Can you cover my classes for me while I’m gone?” Was appropriate, but it left out so much- and for some reason, Spencer didn’t like the thought of lying to you.

So, he decided to tell you in person.

And he had regrets about that decision almost immediately.

He ended up standing by the office door like a fucking creeper for a solid five minutes. He didn’t move, he didn’t open the door, he didn’t knock, he didn’t say anything, he just sort of stood there thinking about what the fuck he was going to say to you.

And then the door creaked open for him.

You were sitting at the desk that you shared with him, buried so deeply in your work that you didn’t even hear the door open. You didn’t look up. You didn’t see Spencer. You just typed away at the computer in front of you, marking papers and adding up grades.

You seemed oddly peaceful. At ease. Relaxed- at least as relaxed as you could be while grading. Spencer briefly contemplated the idea of leaving you a note.

Before he could take off to find a pen and follow in his mentor’s footsteps, you finally saw him. Your eyes lit up, they really did, but Spencer told himself he was seeing things.

“Good morning, Dr. Pretty Boy!” you stretched yourself out slightly, giving Spencer the impression that you’d been working for a while, “Ready for more bullshit?”

For a moment, despite everything, Spencer managed to find respite from his grief. A smile crossed his features. He laughed at your joke- and immediately, he felt guilty for it. His eyes went from bright to broken in a split instant. Tears welled up in their corners. What fucking friend was Spencer? Gideon hadn’t been dead for two days, and here he was, laughing with his cute coworker over some cute fucking quip.

The grief crashed over his body in waves. Reid tried to hide it. He looked away from you, covering his mouth with his hand and trying not to actually sob in the middle of your shared office.

You saw right through him.

“Oh, pretty boy,” your voice was a whisper, and as you darted into Spencer’s field of view, he could see the concern etched into your face. Somehow, it made him feel worse.

“Hey, hey,” you tried to hide your own panic with soothing words, briefly wondering what the fuck you could’ve done to make him cry. Your mind came up blank. And really, if Spencer cried easily- if he cried the way you did- you were sure you would’ve broken him by now, but you hadn’t.

Honestly? That was probably the worst option. That meant something was wrong- and you probably wouldn’t fix that something with an apology and a cup of coffee.

Still. You had to do your best.

“Reid? Spencer, honey, talk to me,” you reached out, lightly placing your fingers on his elbow- enough touch to comfort, but hopefully not enough to make him uncomfortable.

He didn’t say anything, but for a moment, he looked at you. His eyes were full of unshed tears. You could feel your heart drop through you before it shattered somewhere deep inside. Without another thought, your grip on Spencer’s arm changed from a light graze to an undeniable hold.

When you spoke, you sounded panicked. You said his name and Spencer could practically feel it- like ice down his spine, like the feeling of falling just as your body goes to sleep. Ironically, it woke him up.

“Gideon’s dead.”

You tried to find a response to that, but the words escaped you. Mostly because you didn’t know who that was. Spencer saw the confusion on your face, and with a deep breath, he offered you the kindness of elaboration.

“He was- he got me into the FBI. He was important and now he’s dead.”

“Shit,” you brought your other hand up to hold his arm, “Spencer, I’m so sorry.”

“I have to go. I have to find the person that did this.”

You tried to hide your shock at the revelation that Spencer’s friend hadn’t just died- Gideon had been murdered. And Spencer wanted to solve the case.

What choice did you have but to support him? In his place, you would want to do the same thing- you just wouldn’t have the qualifications for it. Spencer, however, was part of the FBI. He could help solve this case, legally and responsibly. You had to let him go.

“Then find them. Don’t worry about your classes, I’ll cover them-”

“You-” he cut himself off with a broken laugh, “You didn’t even let me ask.”

“You don’t have to. I know you would do the same for me- even if you wouldn’t, I like talking shit about the FBI to your students. It’s fun for me, that's how I have fun. Now go,” you let one of your hands run up his arm, “Get out of here, solve some crimes, and legally get whoever did this behind fucking bars.”

Spencer put one of his hands over yours. You took the initiative and laced your fingers together. The two of you stared for a moment, focusing on nothing but your joined hands.

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence- not by much. His voice wasn’t anything more than a whisper.

“Sorry? For what?”

“For coming in here and crying all over you.”

“Hey, don’t apologize for that. I cry all the time, remember? I cry constantly. I can start crying now, if you want me to-”

“That won’t be necessary,” he grinned, tracing tiny shapes into your skin with the tips of his fingers, “Thank you, though? Is that the appropriate thing to say? Thank you?”

“Thank you works for me.”

“Then, thank you.”

Silence flowed over you again, curling around your bodies like some sort of mist. For a moment, the universe stilled, preserving the two of you in a tiny soundless bubble of space and time.

“Go kick some criminal ass, pretty boy. Responsibly. And then come back here, okay?”

“I will. I promise.”

“Good. Because otherwise, I will turn your students into my little minions, and you’ll never get them back.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

With a final grin, you pulled back. Spencer did the same. You wound your arms around yourself and squeezed. The air in the office dropped a few degrees. Spencer’s hands twitched, tapping a nervous pattern into his thigh.

“I’ll see you later, (L/N).”

He stepped back, moving slowly. When he reached the doorway, he turned and headed down the hall at regular Spencer-speed. You just stood in the office like an idiot. For the second time that week, Reid had stunned you to silence.

The first time, when he brought your student’s paper to the community center, you were stunned by the kindness he displayed. The Spencer you knew was usually smarmy petty little shit. He had his moments (such as getting stabbed to protect you and sharing his office with you when yours got all haunted) but for the most part, he was a bit of a prick!

In that moment, though, Reid did something kind and considerate. He took care of someone who needed it. He reached out to a former inmate with compassion and empathy, and even though Reid had worked for the FBI, you wanted to bring him to the community center with you every goddamn Monday for the rest of time. That little action had exposed his heart to you- and yeah, most people would argue that the whole “taking a knife” thing was a better demonstration of character, but for whatever reason, this was what stunned you.

The second time he’d stunned you, he’d done it by leaving, and lord, this time was worse. This time the shock didn’t feel like butterflies swarming through your organs. It felt like fear. Like an unknown future was running at you with malevolent intent.

At one point, you had wanted this. You wanted Spencer to leave, but now? The fucker had carved out a space for himself right in the middle of your life. He’d built a little niche between your fourth and fifth ribs and moved right into you. You had functioned without him when he was in the hospital, but you had always figured he would come back. This was an indefinite leave of absence. This was an indefinite leave of absence after you had warmed to Spencer, after he had shown you (in multiple ways) that he could be kind.

You finally came back to your body, still feeling a slight numbness in your hands. You moved to the doorway just in time to watch Reid turn around the corner and vanish from sight.

“I’ll see you,” you said- though you weren’t loud enough for him to hear by any means, “Reid.”

Behind you, a couple books fell from their shelves. You didn’t even flinch.

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 8 months

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☆☆☆Welcome☆☆☆

To my never-ending rant called

How astonishingly smarter than anyone else Nadia is

Let's start from the first chapter. Isn't it weird that we have one and ONE ONLY witness to Julian Devorak's deeds? Ofc it is. And how Nadia and MC both have amnesia about the same damn period of time?

So, what will Nadia do?

Send some weirdo to get the murderer who's obviously lying about it since he CAN'T DO MAGIC

Ask for her totally not suspicious courtiers abut it

Ignore the fact and be happy that you don't recall a thing about your clearly imbecile late husband

...NONE OF THIS STUPID THINGS, OF COURSE. Nadia knows she's already on thin ice, so she chooses to come clean with one trusted person and makes up a simple, perfect plan for questioning her clearly untrustworthy courtiers:

Brilliant. Refreshing.

What a competent woman

I'm in love.

And it doesn't end here! Let's appreciate how she doesn't blindly accept SUS DRINKS FROM STRANGERS

Never-drink-first number 1 rule

And OF COURSE she knows it

Brilliant politician

And I mean, TRULY BRILLIANT. Let's not forget that

She comes from a foreign country. Had to learn language & culture from scratch

Married an idiot, be unaffected by his stupitidy

Spent the last THREE YEARS asleep, so probably still kinda damaged and not at her 100%

AND STILL

KNOWS

BETTER

THAN

MOST

POLITICIANS

Let's say it along with Nadia

First person ever to mention basic human rights

Actually Julian did public healthcare

10 points to Julian

And wanna talk about

The Sass???

-OFC everybody tries their moves on her

-In your dreams, you raging alcoholic!

-A FEW MORE TIMES

-I'M DYING

-Companion

-did you heard that? You snake fucker?

-get your winey hands off my precious countess

IN YOUR FACE

And the WILLPOWER

Also, I think she deserves HUGE amount of admiration for the MASSIVE FORCE OF WILL she displays when choosing to NOT adopt a cheeta

Such a cute cheeta

I would have adopted ten

Cutest fluffest creature

And Nadia? The sass. We love u nadia.

#the arcana #the arcana game #countess nadia #nadia satrinava #nadia the arcana #nadia pls put my life together

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Whumpee who is actually a conditioned cold-blooded villain and a dangerous obedient weapon, discarded like a broken toy, so they live the rest of their lonesome life in agony and delirium. And Caretaker, who actually wants to survive the encounter with “Whumpee”, but also desperately trying to help and save them 🥺🥺🥺

Ahhh yesyesyesyes so much yes that i actually wrote a thing?????? What the--

Erm and it's awkwardly written and has too much lore but i wrote a thing and I'm very happy that I wrote AT ALL so yay! Thank you for your amazing prompt!! And sorry I didn't respond until now ;u; <;3

Also - I knoooow Kasin is like, caring for someone who literally tried to kill him one second ago, but he's a himbo and a Good Boy (tm) and has no idea if Mercy is legit dying or what sooooooo V_V

CW: Mentions of murder/hanging, PTSD/flashbacks, panic attack, dissociation, scarring, mentions of torture, self harm, knife wounds, dehydration.

“You picked a helluva time to sign up, mulch,” is the first thing Senior Officer Tophel says when they meet.

“How do you figure?” Kasin grins, taking the proffered sword and admiring the Blue Guards’ sigil in the glinting silver hilt.

The older man glances over his new recruit’s perfectly pressed uniform and gives a begrudging nod of approval. “Mercy’s coming to Everlost.”

“Mercy?”

“Ain’t you ever heard of Mercy? The Emperor’s Arbiter and Royal Steward. Apparently he got himself exiled. Though for what, I ain’t privy to. All I know is he’s coming here.” Tophel huffs and shakes his head, fingers twisting the ends of his walrus moustache. “Fact that his head’s not on a pike is no small wonder.”

Kasin twists his mouth to the side as he sheathes his new sword. “What did this Mercy do, to warrant such a gruesome end?”

Tophel sweeps up the loose papers on his desk into a neat pile, his expression one of sheer disdain. “No-one visited by Mercy is left intact. That’s all you have to know. Just keep out of his way and if you can’t - aim to kill, because there won’t be anything left by the time he’s done with you.”

The younger man frowns, uncertain how much one civilian can do against an armed guard. Then again, bluebloods in the Imperial City are known to be well versed in combat, having the best training from a young age. Maybe Kasin should err on the side of caution. Just this once.

“I assume you’re telling me about this man for a reason,” Kasin says, raising a brow.

“Looks like we have ourselves a mulch with brains,” Tophel scoffs, sticking his pipe into the corner of his mouth. “It’s what the Captain wants. A simple assignment to watch over our newest resident. No contact, no interference. Just watch. You’ll be on a rotating twelve hour shift with Dazer and you’ll both be assessed for other duties in a month. Any questions, mulch?”

“Why ‘mulch’?” Kasin isn’t stupid, but he asks anyway. Tophel’s greying at his temples. He’s sun weathered and rigid; got a mean, stubborn lock to his jaw. He doesn’t look like he enjoys challenging the status quo - so it’s probably best if Kasin plays his part.

“It’s what you’re gonna be by summer’s end. If you don’t like it, then prove me wrong. Anything else?”

“Am I to disguise myself while on assignment?”

Tophel smiles around his pipe, but it’s more like a leer. “No. Captain wants you in full uniform and full view at all times.”

Mercy’s place of residence could only be described as a hovel. It’s a shack on the edge of the forest, with swathes of spoiled land on either side. The nearest neighbour is the Sudbury Farm to the east and the dumping grounds to the west. The trees here grow black and twisted. By all rights, they shouldn’t be growing at all - but the roots have stubbornly taken hold of the arid land and the branches contort upwards, greedily drinking in every drop of rain and glimmer of sun to feed their wasted bodies.

The biggest and ugliest of these trees grows in front of Mercy’s shack, not thirty feet away. This is where Kasin stations himself, standing in his sky blue uniform, just under the gnarled black branches. He stands out in this desolate landscape, like a vibrant drop of paint on a blank white canvas. The restless movement in the dust-caked windows attests to his bold presence.

Mercy is nervous. Aware. He peeks out the window every few minutes, but never lingers long enough for Kasin to get a proper look.

Mercy is just a flitting shadow. No more than a ghost.

It’s like this for three days. From morning to dusk, Kasin stands under that black tree, dutifully watching those grimy windows. Nervous shadows and obscured motions greet him like clockwork. And then Dazer, the other new recruit, shambles up (long past dusk) to take his shift.

On the fourth day, he arrives to an angry crowd of civilians swarming Dazer with a variety of makeshift weapons in hand.

“We want him gone, Dazer!” One of them shakes his pitchfork at the hassled guard. “I know in my gut that he’s the one stealing my chickens and cured meats!”

Dazer laughs nervously and pats the air. “Now, now, Mister Sudbury. I don’t have any say in his stayin’ or leavin’–”

“I caught him going through my trash!” another shrills, red-faced like her equally enraged comrades. “I don’t care if he’s a toff from the Imperial City, I want him out of my town!”

“Miss Daisy, going through trash isn’t technically against the law–”

“Oh, Jim's told me all about that ghastly beast you're defending. He's killed hundreds of innocent people to sate his perverse cravings, and hides behind His Majesty's goodwill."

Another voice shrieks, "He’s a demon that wears the skin of man!”

The crowd surges in volume and fury, inundating poor Dazer until Kasin finally reaches his side. The townsfolk pause for a moment, recognising this young man who has, in his twenty-five years, garnered a strong reputation in Everlost as a reliable, kind, and moral character.

“If anyone has grievances to be heard, please send a missive to Captain Locke,” Kasin announces over the discontented grumble. “Dazer and I have been ordered to keep watch of the situation. You can be rest assured that nothing will elude our attention - so please. Return to your fields and businesses and homes. Should there be any cause for concern, you will be informed.”

For a moment, Kasin’s reassurances seem to have worked. The townsfolk relax, their makeshift weapons drop to their sides, and they consider his words. But then Sudbury, always the inciter, raises his pitchfork and bullrushes the shack, hollering, “DEATH TO THE DEMON OF MIDOTHAL!”

Two other burly men split off from the re-ignited crowd, following Sudbury to the front door. Before Kasin can even react, they’ve kicked down the flimsy wood and dragged out a hooded figure from the gloomy interior.

One word comes to Kasin’s mind when he lays eyes upon the fearsome Mercy for the very first time.

Fragile.

The figure enshrouded by a tattered grey cloak isn’t by any means frail. In fact, they are imposingly tall and there is evidence of a wiry, athletic figure. However, Mercy stands stooped over like his crooked black trees, hooded head cast down, and his limbs shaking as though it were mid-winter instead of summer.

His bare feet, filthy and as grey as his cloak, stumble every second step. Kasin suspects that if he weren’t being dragged by Sudbury’s men, he would have collapsed not one foot out the door.

Kasin yanks his sheathed sword free from his belt and rushes to Mercy’s side. The latter’s thrown to the dirt, crumpled and silent.

“Stand down Powle, Richard, Bolt.” The young guard points his sheathed sword at the three men in turn. His oaken stare, intense and penetrating. Something in his eyes has them hesitating, their righteous anger withering to dust. “While we may know each other as well as family, I will not hesitate to arrest you should you enact your own justice. This is a land of law. Which means we abide by the law and entrust the administration of justice by the court of law. As a citizen of Everlost, this is the contract you have agreed to.” Kasin pauses, gaze sharpening. “Do you agree?”

The three men exchange wary glances and begrudgingly respond.

“Aye.”

“Yes.”

“I s’pose it is.”

“Very well,” Kasin says, his stern expression relaxing. Though he does smile, his gaze remain severe. “It is not our place to question His Majesty’s decision to exile this man to our humble town. Nor is it our place to judge this man. Return to your lives and invest your concerns in your own matters. In this drought, there will be many, I’m sure.”

He doesn’t lower his sword until the last fires of outrage are doused. Only reluctant acquiescence remains, and eventually, the crowd disperses in terse clumps. Sudbury and his men are the last to leave, and they don’t do so without parting words. Words that promise later retribution.

“I better report this to Tophel,” Dazer sighs, wiping sweat from his brow. “Thanks for saving my ass, Kasin. I really thought I’d have run old Daisy through for a moment there.”

Kasin sends him a wry smile. “I think she would have run you through first.”

“Eh. You’re probably right.”

Kasin watches Dazer set off in a trot up the dirt road before turning his attention to Mercy.

The hooded figure picks himself up unsteadily, legs quaking from the effort. Now that they are alone, Mercy finally raises his head. There’s a glimmer of pale skin and well defined features - a sharp jawline sweeping into the shadow of the hood, and a pair of cracked, bloodless lips pressed into a tight grimace. Odd marks mar the pallid skin, but it’s difficult to tell from this distance.

Kasin, who had always considered himself to be quite tall, feels a little intimidated by the other’s imposing height. Mercy must stand at least a foot above, and the young guard has to angle his head back a tad to address him.

“Mister Mercy, I presume?” Kasin says, politely. “I must apologise. They aren’t normally this…angry. They are all good people, truly. I promise you this was an anomalous event that will never happen again. You are safe here. I will ensure it.”

Mercy’s lips twitch into a faint sneer. “How.” His voice is hoarse, grating, as though unused for many months.

The guard blinks. “I am an officer of the Blue Guards. It is my duty to ensure your safety as a resident of Everlost. And - as you are well aware by now - I have been ordered to keep watch over you. Along with Officer Dazer. Between the two of us, we will prevent any future aggressions.”

Mercy is silent for a time. Kasin has the distinct feeling that he’s being stared at. So he stares into the shade of the hood, directly where he assumes the other’s eyes are.

Eventually, Mercy turns his head to the side. “You are not watching me for my safety,” he says, impassively.

“I don’t know my Captain’s intent,” Kasin says, evenly. “But I can tell you that I care for the wellbeing of all townsfolk. Exiled or not.” There’s a teasing lilt to the last three words which seems to agitate the other man.

Without another word, Mercy unsteadily returns to his shack. Kasin slips his sheathed sword back into his belt, uncertain whether to follow him or not. His decision is made for him when Mercy trips over the broken pieces of his door and staggers into something with a tremendous crash.

Mercy seethes and kicks the broken cot into the wall. And just like that, he’s lost his bed. His cot was the only comfort he’d bought for himself with the little coin he’d had left. And now it’s gone.

Just like everything else.

‘Exile’ means being exiled in all sense of the word. Meaning, he was exiled not only from his home, his work, his title, but also his land and wealth. Whatever coin he’d had on his person when he was informed of his new status, is all he was allowed to carry into his next life.

The ex-Arbiter clutches his throbbing leg, allowing himself a moment of weakness, before Kasin appears in his doorway like an irritating gnat. He straightens up, every muscle tensing as his abode is so rudely trespassed.

“Ah…your door…” The guard crouches down and picks up a large piece of broken wood. He gives Mercy a guileless smile. “Sorry about that. I’m a pretty good carpenter if you’d like me to fix it up for you.”

“Leave,” is all Mercy can spit out. His heart’s pounding near out of his chest and his hands are shaking, shaking, because this creature is in his house. He’s touching his things. He’s talking to him. He’s smiling, smiling like Mercy’s just another person, just another townsfolk who has a face and a future.

But Kasin isn’t listening. He’s walking further into his house, looking at his meagre possessions, casually commenting on the state of his broken furniture. “I can fix this too - no problem. But is this cot big enough for you? With your height, I’d imagine it’s quite a squeeze every night. Maybe I could extend the end a bit, so that you can stretch out? I have a lot wood back home that’s going to waste. And there’ll be no charge - consider it compensation for today–”

Mercy feels it. The Hollow. It slithers in like a snake, starving for prey, and sending venom straight into his veins. It unfurls, uncoils, until he’s no longer in possession of himself. There’s only the Hollow that knows only consumption. He loses himself to blissful domination and there’s its voice, its cloying voice, which commands him to do what he does best.

The broken halves of the cot drop to his feet in a clatter. Kasin freezes. Hands gone numb. His eyes staring blindly at the swollen, mouldy wall in front of him.

The sharp prick in his back is unmistakable.

“What are you doing, Mister Mercy?” He keeps his tone calm, friendly even, but his insides tumble about like loose rocks.

The prick turns to real pain. He feels his skin snap and flesh give. Blood wells. It’s only an inch, but it’s enough to make Mercy’s intent clear.

“Mister Mercy? Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes.”

Kasin feels a chill run down his spine. That voice is void of emotion. Near inhuman. Is this man really a killer?

“Ah. I apologise. I tend to speak without thinking. It’s a terrible habit, really. Can’t seem to shake it. Look, I'll apologise properly, but you'll need to lower your weapon. Can you do that for me, Mister Mercy?”

“No.”

Kasin’s heart sinks. He pulls in a shallow breath. Tries again. “I understand. You wish to protect yourself, but you must know that I mean you no harm–”

There’s a steely grip on his shoulder which tightens and jerks him around. It plants a blow on his chest, sending him staggering back into the wall. The cot cracks and splinters further under his clumsy feet.

A dagger of beautiful yet simplistic design, pokes a new shallow hole in his stomach. He winces but maintains his smile. Even when he finally lays eyes on Mercy’s face.

The hood must have fallen away at some point, for the mien before him is exposed to his scrutiny. Mercy’s features are sharp and handsome - his eyes shaped like petals, delicate and soft, if not for the flint-like coldness they hold. Not a flicker of recognisable emotion or thought can be seen in these callous eyes, and unlike his name, they speak of no mercy.

Black, greasy hair, matted with dirt and perhaps dried blood, gathers upon his shoulders, overgrown and impossibly tangled. But the most striking feature of Mercy’s visage are the heavy scores etched deep into his flesh.

At first, they appear to be freshly scarred wounds from random slashes of a knife. Reminisce of a clawed attack from a bear. But then, as eyes adjust, one can see a single word taking shape - carved into the entirety of Mercy’s face, from forehead to jaw, in big vicious letters: AMOS.

Amos. As in, Crown Prince Amos, the Emperor’s eldest son.

Bile surges up Kasin’s gullet which he swallows with difficulty. As frightened he is of the knife sticking into his gut, he’s also greatly pained by the man’s scars. What kind of torture had Mercy been subjected to? Kasin suspects that there’s more to see beyond those cruel letters.

A part of him is in disbelief. The Crown Prince is known for his heroic and generous deeds. Many espouse his virtues and compare him to his father, Emperor Midothal who ends wars without ever raising his sword. After all, isn’t Mercy’s exile proof of his forgiving nature? If Mercy is truly a deviant, indulging in his wicked appetite behind the docile mask of Midothal’s loyal Arbiter and Steward, then he by all rights should be sentenced to death. However, His Majesty had instead chosen to spare Mercy’s life and exile him instead. Why would he do such a thing, if he was the type of man to allow this torture?

Kasin licks his dry lips, nervously. Never mind all that, he thinks. There’s a knife pointed at his stomach - that should take first priority. “Mister Mercy,” he begins, slowly, amicably. “I can see that you are not quite yourself. Perhaps a conversation between friends could ease your burdens? How about a shared meal? There's a tavern close by that does a wonderful meat pie. Come, friend. There need be no bloodshed today.”

The taller man simply stares at him, hollow eyed, detached. His shaking has dissipated entirely. And his stance is lean and centered. Kasin knows that whoever this is, it’s not the same man from moments ago.

There’s no getting out of this. Not with words alone.

Kasin lets his training kick in. In one fast motion, he simultaneously grabs the blade and Mercy’s wrist, and twists the latter to a painful degree. The knife, he wrenches free and tosses to the side.

There’s no reaction to the sprained wrist. Mercy whips into action, attacking the guard with a flurry of perfectly executed blows. Kasin meets them with his own, and they fight like this for many minutes, neither tiring or relenting to the other. Not once does Kasin pull his sword. It’s not his intention to kill this man after all - despite Tophel’s warning.

Finally, Mercy sweeps Kasin’s legs from under him and pins him to the ground with his foot, pushing his weight into that single crushing point. His other foot pins down the guard’s right hand, preventing him from going for his sword.

Kasin groans and chokes, agony spreading through his upper trunk like spilled lava. “Mer…cy…!” He’s not sure if he’s asking for mercy or calling his name, but it’s fruitless either way.

The man simply isn’t here.

Kasin flails. He strikes. He yanks and pulls and kicks. But Mercy’s like a steel column, unyielding, unmoving.

With every compounding inch of pressure upon Kasin’s chest, the less air he’s able to suck in. His vision begins to darken around the edges. His ribs are on the verge of snapping. He knows he has only a few precious seconds of consciousness left. If he doesn’t do anything - he will die.

So as he squints up at the stony, impassive face looming overhead - he takes one final shot in the dark. “A…mos..!”

The pressure stops. A sliver of air seeps through.

He squeezes the word out again. “Amos–!”

Suddenly, as though struck by a powerful force, Mercy violently recoils. His body crashes into the wall, causing the entire structure to judder. Clawed hands desperately scrabble at his hood, attempting to cover his head - or rather, his face.

Kasin raises himself upright, clutching his aching chest and gasping for air. He feels the creeping fingers of regret upon seeing Mercy’s powerful reaction, but for now, he’s alive - and regret momentarily takes a backseat.

Amos.

Mercy clutches the side of his head, dragging the hood further down. Darkness sweeps him up into its comforting embrace - but he’s yet to feel at all assured.

Pants seep through clenched teeth as he slams his head into the wall, trying to knock the scattered fragments of his mind back into place. The swirling, discordant noise knocks him askew. He’s both here and there and nowhere at all, and it takes every shred of his cognisance to keep from falling apart.

Amos burns.

It burns like he’s sinking into him again. Like he’s back in that place, that dark and enduring place, and he bites down on his hand to keep from crying out. This pain is real. Grounding. But the burn is soul-deep. Impossible to ignore.

“Mister Mercy?”

A voice. Firm. Concerned. It reminds him of the dusk.

“Leave.” He’s enough mind to utter a single word. Not a demand. Not a suggestion. A plea.

Please. Please leave. Leave so I can stop fighting. Leave so I can rest.

“Please.” Another plea. Not his own. “Please, Mister Mercy. Tell me what ails you. Is there anything I can do? Are you in pain?”

“Leave–!” The word cracks midway. Wavers. Mercy claws at the wall, smashes himself into it like he can phase right through. He’s shaking now, and chilled right to the bone despite the summer heat. He can smell metal. Copper. His face burns.

Amos burns.

“Mercy. Tell me what’s wrong.” There’s a hand now, touching his face. Gentle fingers pushing his matted hair to the side. Sunlight sneaks in as his hood’s nudged back. He panics.

He’s touching him. He’s pulling off his hood. He’s here, he’s here, he’s here–

Mercy scrambles to his feet, holding onto the wall for support. He holds out a trembling hand, ready to shove Kasin away should he venture too close. But the guard keeps his distance.

Mercy pants through his panic, his eyes wild and face a shock-white. The world spins, lurches, and his legs buckle and bow. The noise reaches an agonising crescendo, drowning out every scattered thought in his brain.

Kasin steps forward, reaching out, alarmed. This time, Mercy relinquishes. He accepts. He exchanges the wall for the guard and collapses into his sturdy arms. All sense of self-preservation dissipates. He’s purely in survival mode. There’s desperation for an end to this suffering, this chaos, like a primal keen.

Amos burns.

Kasin lowers him to the ground and kneels beside him, keeping a firm grasp of his upper arms. “Keep still. Don’t try to move. Here, have some water.”

A flask’s brought to his lips, but he can’t do more than wet his cracked lips. He’s breathing too hard, too fast, rocking in the guard’s arms like he’s trying to escape his own skin - but he can’t, he’s trapped, so he just rocks.

And all the while, his face burns.

Kasin presses his palm against Mercy’s forehead. It’s a light touch but the latter flinches like he’s been scorched.

“Sorry, sorry–” the guard hastily apologises. “But you’re hot, like you’ve a fever, and you're not sweating. When’s the last time you drank water?”

“Burns…” Mercy rasps, on the edge of delirium.

“What does?”

“Amos…Amos burns…”

Somewhere far away, or maybe not far at all, Mercy hears the trickle of water. Murmured words, not quite for his ears. And then a cool, damp cloth pressed gently upon his forehead. The burn lulls. Subsides. The damp cloth dabs across his brow, to his left temple, down his cheek. In the wake of Kasin’s ministrative touch, Mercy - impossibly - finds relief.

His panicked breath slows, lightens. The noise quietens in his head. Mercy sits there, eyes closed, swaying and trembling, as the young guard, this stranger, dabs his burning wounds. These ugly, jagged scars that laid waste to his flesh. Like a soothing rain dousing the blazing, destructive wildfire, Mercy finds a kind of peace in that touch.

Another’s touch is never good. But this touch…this touch is good.

An anomalous event that will never happen again.

When Mercy finally comes to, Kasin has once more doused the cloth - his handkerchief - with water from his flask. The guard’s propped Mercy against the wall to free his hands, and he’s crouched before him, brows furrowed deeply in concern.

Kasin raises the handkerchief to Mercy’s temple, and stills. Oaken eyes, swirling with deep, unfathomable emotion, lock onto a hazy coal-black stare.

“Mercy? Have you returned to your senses?”

Mercy feels drained. Hollowed out like a gutted animal carcass. He wants nothing more than to curl up on his - broken - cot and sleep the day out of existence.

He grabs Kasin’s wrist and yanks it from his face. The guard loses his balance and falls onto his rear.

“Don’t touch me,” Mercy croaks. Should this guard return with a platoon to have him hanged, then so be it. He’s tired of fighting. “I need…” Mercy pauses. Shivers. He feels raw. Weak. And in truth, he is. It only took a single touch to draw out the Hollow. And a single word to break him. “I need you to leave.”

For once, the young guard doesn’t protest. He simply nods, climbs to his feet, and brushes himself off. He leaves his flask and handkerchief on the only standing piece of furniture in the shack - a rickety table salvaged from the dumping ground.

“Try to drink some water,” Kasin says, quietly. “I’ll be outside, keeping watch, so call out if you need anything. I'll...keep your dagger safe. For the moment. A fair exchange, I think, for almost taking my life.” He turns to leave. A pause in the doorway. “I am sorry about what I said. I shouldn't have...I didn't realise you would--" He bites his tongue. Smiles tightly. "I’ll fix you a new door and bring it by tomorrow.” And then he’s gone, off to take up his usual post under the gnarled black tree, with the dagger tucked securely in his belt.

Mercy doesn’t move. He just stares at the naked doorway, lost in the memory of another doorless cell, and the utter incomprehension of simply leaving.

Part 2

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #villain whump #hero caretaker #villain whumpee #hero x villain #psychological conditioning #mercy is short for mercury btw #kasin doesnt know anything about trauma or panic attacks or mental health things #all he knows is how to fix doors and water the exiled assassin #lord help us all #likely be another part but only after ive updated everything else lol #its 4am so there will be many mistakes #asksadcatjae

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hiii hope you’re doing okay over there 💛💛 also may i have some amazing urban fantasy recs?? u always have the best, most wonderfully curated recs

i'm melting in this weather, jessi! melting!

here are some favorite urban fantasy book recs:

even though i knew the end by cl polk - a fantastic noir novella about a private detective, a gamble for her immortal soul, and the secrets we keep from each other

devil and the bluebird by jennifer mason-block - a stand-alone that reads like a folk ballad, a young girl trades her voice for an enchanted pair of boots to cross the country to find her sister

the city beautiful by aden polydoros - wonderfully seeped in jewish ghost stories, a teenager is possessed by the murdered spirit of his friend

small town monsters by diana rodriguez wallach - there comes a time when every teen must ask a simple question of what's scarier: the locked basement door or the smiley cult that's gaining power in your town

the conductors by nicole glover - a young woman's past comes back to follow her as series of strange murders strike in her antebellum-era city (hetty x benjy 5ever!!!!)

deep secret by diana wynne jones - one of the most weirdest and lovable books you'll come across. a sff convention! terrible job interviews! a centaur prince!

hold me closer necromancer by lish mcbride - a fry cook learns that he's a necromancer and is unintentionally on someone else's (scarier) turf

the warrior heir by cinda williams chima - after helping his aunt rob a grave, jack confronts his new inheritance as rival wizard houses plot to kidnap him

bitter medicine by mia tsai - she's the descendent of a god and he's not fully human. together, they're a blushing mess of feelings and complicated magic when their jobs collide

#oswlld #anyone else need recs?#other than the heat? doing good! adjusting well to my new job made chocolate chip cookies and plan on catching up on some arcs

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fandomoniumflurry · 1 year

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Wait in the Truck

John Winchester x reader

947 words

based on this song

warnings: mention of abuse, john kills someone

The headlights were the only thing that lit his way in the middle of the night in some podunk town. He had grown used to driving at all hours and even though he could barely see through the downpour, he still kept going. The truck roared along, sure to wake up anyone that was trying to sleep at this hour. Fresh off a hunt, he was buzzed on adrenaline and whiskey, neither inhibiting him from leaving the bar and heading out for a new hunt. He had places to go, things to kill, a demon to track.

She was the last thing he had been expecting to come upon. Anyone with half a brain would know not to be out in a storm like this. But the moment she turned into the headlights, his body stiffened. He brought the truck to a stop off the side of the road and he climbed out slowly so as not to startle the young woman. She was drenched from head to toe, only in a tank top and jeans. She was barefoot but what caught his attention most was the blood and bruises all over her body.

As a hunter, there could be plenty of things that could do that to a person. But he knew better than anyone that there was no creature as cruel as human beings themselves. The way she looked at him, the way she cowered and tried to keep from crying, he could see it in her eyes. He looked around, trying to see where she was coming from, gauging how far she had come already.

He didn’t ask her any questions simply nodded his head toward his truck. “Get in.” It was gentle, but an order nonetheless. He was keeping his rage at bay already. Amazingly, she did as she was told and climbed up into the cab of his truck without question. She didn’t say anything when she saw the guns, knives and ammo scattered across the floor and back seat. She could have been climbing into the vehicle of a serial killer for all she knew. It’s what made him even angrier. She’d rather ride with a murderer than go back to where she came from.

He didn’t ask her all the questions, didn’t feel like she needed to go through anything more tonight. He had but one simple inquiry, “Where is he?” He watched as her eyes fell to her fingers and her throat bobbed with a heavy swallow. There was a moment that they just sat their in silence, the rain a background noise as it pattered against the truck.

After taking a deep breath, she finally answered him. Her voice was weak and timid as she gave him the address. A finger lifted to point him in the right direction and he nodded. With a jerk, he threw the truck in gear and did a U-turn in the middle of the road. She held onto the door handle and her whole body tensed but she didn’t say anything.

It wasn’t a long drive and the cab stayed silent. It wasn’t until the large truck pulled to a stop in front of the double wide trailer that he said anything at all. He reached behind him and grabbed his trusty pistol, made sure it was loaded and cocked it, ready to go. He looked at her with rigid features but soft eyes. “Wait in the truck.” She nodded her head, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him open the door and step out into the rain.

He didn’t bother knocking, simply put a boot through the door and it shattered open. The piece of shit was sitting there like a bump on a log, nearly passed out in front of the tv. The moment John stepped in, he tried to right himself and in the process of leaping from the chair, he toppled over. The hunter stalked his prey slowly, allowing the man to almost get to his shotgun. John grabbed him by the back of the shirt and yanked him backwards, putting a boot to his throat when he was on his back.

John raised the pistol to the man’s head and the little pussy began to cry, begging for his life. John’s face grew tight along with his trigger finger. He could shoot this asshole in the face and not feel one ounce of guilt for it. And he thought of that poor girl out in his truck. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath and then he pulled the trigger.

He had killed lots of things in his life. This was the first time that thing was human. But in John’s eyes, he had just taken out another monster. Grabbing the man by the ankles, he drug him across the floor and back out the door. It also wasn’t his first time disposing of a body. When he looked over at the truck, the girl’s eyes were wide but he saw something else in her gaze. She nodded her head at him and he gave her a light smile.

He let her light the match on that old double wide. She stood back and watched as it went up in flames. He had to touch her shoulder to get her to step away and climb back into the truck. “Where do you wanna go?” He asked her when they finally pulled out onto the road. The rain had stopped and the glow of the morning sun was taking over the sky.

“Home.” She answered, and he nodded his head. She’d let him know eventually where home was. For now, they just drove.

#john winchester #john winchester x reader #supernatural #spn #mickey writes #wait in the truck

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Times in the Wilderness

Snoopy Ladies Suck

tw: mentions of blood and abuse

Pretending to be fine with his social worker had been a bad idea. Now she probably didn't believe him about his previous home. Not that she had to begin with, but still.

It wasn't Leo's fault that he'd gotten used to acting fine around people he knew.

It had been much harder this time- he doubted he'd ever get that image of blood staining his hands as he knelt in the middle of the road, or the feeling of waking up covered in an icky white liquid which he didn't want to know the name of, or the sound of him and her screaming bloody murder as Teresa-

"Leo, are you okay?"

He snapped out of it, staring at Ms.what's-her-name dumbly. "Yeah, why?"

"You're trembling"

Oh, so he was. "It's cold"

"It's 68⁰F in here"

He ignored her.

Ms.Loraine decided to drop it.

"This is my office just over here," she said, opening the door to a small room with a couch and two armchairs.

There was a small coffee table in the middle, with a clipboard and two steaming cups of tea on it. Everything was painted different shades of yellow and white.

She took a seat and beckoned for him to sit down in the chair opposite. "Have some tea, or don't if u don't want to, of course." She waited till he picked up the cup before continuing, "So, let's get right down to it. This is your schedule. You get clothes for PE. You have been put in Year 12 for Math and Physics. You're much more advanced than that, but that's the highest class we have so you'll just have to deal with 18year olds being dumber than you," she smiled cheerfully, but Leo didn't return it.

She was much more casual than most of his therapists, who'd treated him like a bomb about to go off, but he really didn't want to smile. He didn't even want to talk. He wanted to go to sleep and never wake up, but for some reason that never worked.

As for being in a higher class, he'd rather solve sums like 3+5=y than get bullied for being a nerd who's smarter than kids six years older than him.

"The rules are simple. Lights out at ten thirty. Morning bell at six thirty. Brush your teeth, quick run, a shower, breakfast, and then class starts at eight thirty. Lunch at twelve. Classes resume at one thirty. Ends at three thirty. You can take extra classes later if you want. You will be sleeping with kids your age, even if you're in Year 10. There's the typical rules like no smoking, alcohol, sneaking out, fighting etc, but I'm sure you already know all that. You have to wear uniforms to class and lunch, and that's about it. Piper will tell you about the other ones."

He nodded mutely.

"So let's start the therapy part of this." She pulled out a file labelled Leo Valdez. "Let's start easy, how are you liking the school so far?"

It looked just as horrible as any other school, so he shrugged.

"OK...so you were expelled from your last school and stayed home for three months before running away. Can you tell me why you were expelled?" She started flicking through his file.

He grinded his teeth, remembering exactly what had happened in those three months. He hated stupid fricking therapists. "I'm sure it's already in your file, why are you asking me?" He snapped, before flinching back suddenly. That was bad. He shouldn't have said that. Oh god she was going to kill him. He was going to die in her-

"Well," she seemed used to that question, not even bothering to look up, "I just want to know how you explain it."

He rubbed his wrists. The scars hadn't healed yet.

"I hit a kid." He'd be as civil as possible with grown ups, that's what he always did. Unless it was Mrs.Patroner- he knew she'd never hurt him.

"Why?"

"He called my mom a whore."

She raised an eyebrow, as if she knew she wasn't hearing the whole story.

"And he said he could understand why she left.

She didn't look satisfied yet.

"I told him she was dead."

"That's it?" She glanced back down at the file. His teacher had been there at the fight, she'd probably written down everything that happened in that file his therapist was now holding.

"Yes." He wouldn't say the rest. She couldn't make him.

She didn't look like she was going to try either way, just a bit dissapointed. "And all you did was hit him?"

He wet his lips, glancing at the door. If she was like his old therapist, he'd have to be prepared to run after answering.

"I broke his nose and collar bone."

His body jerked, preparing to get the hell out of here.

"I'm glad you were honest with me," she said, she didn't seem angry in the least. School for delinquents, his mind reminded him, she probably dealt with kids like him on a daily basis. "So I'll be honest with you too, Leo. They want me to find out why you ran away. But don't worry, I swear this is highly confidential- the only thing I'll be telling them is the reason you ran away."

"I already told them!"

"'He invaded your privacy' is not clear enough to take him to court, Leo. But we don't need to talk about this now. That's only one of my priorities with you."

God he couldn't tell her. How was he ever supposed to tell anyone what he did to him? He'd ruined him, he'd destroyed his childhood- not that he'd had much of it before. He tried not to blink in case it made any tears fall.

She sighed, "It's fine. I know this must be very hard for you. You've been through more than most adults have in their lifetime. We're running out of time now anyway. The bell will ring soon- let's just wait."

#check the tag #times in the wilderness #if you want to read more #and ive never been to a therapy session #so i just made it up with what id seen and read in movies and books #leo meets piper in the next one #leo valdez #leo hoo #heroes of olympus #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez angst #abused leo valdez #hoo fanfic #leo fanfic

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when i’m good i’m very good but when i’m bad i’m better (bet on forever) | dabi/touya todoroki

“Hey!” His voice sounds from the end of the store. You turn to look at him, and you can see his shoulders physically relax at the sight of you looking back at him. He looks at you, that pretty smile that spreads across your lips, how you stare at him with nothing but love in your eyes, at him, the man who just knocked a cop out for you. He smiles and speaks. “I love you.”

You let out a breathy laugh before turning around completely and making your way back to him. You lean up and capture his lips in a kiss, even though he’s still got a gun pointed at the clerk’s head. He wraps an arm around your waist as he melts into the kiss. You press your lips to his one last time before you pull away completely. “Love you too.”

notes: hiiiii this is chapter 3 of bet on forever and it’s honestly embarrassing how long it took me to write considering how short it is. If u need a break from the violence of the last couple of chapters this is that break (but not really cause there’s still some violence…just no murder) this is a lot shorter than my other chapters and will probably be the shortest one in the whole series but anyways I hope u enjoy!! (title from you’re so cool by Nicole dollanganger) listen to the playlist here!

warnings: 18+ (nothing nsfw in this chapter but the series still is) f!reader, violence, blood, use of guns, drugs (weed), possessive relationships, codependent relationships, mentions of murder

words: 3k

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Dabi is already looking at you when you gaze out the window. He fills the car up while he studies you through the glass, sunglasses sitting atop his mop of messy black hair. You watch his jaw move as he chews the gum you’d offered him in the car, feeling embarrassed at how flustered the act makes you, how he makes something as simple as chewing gum attractive.

You’re broken from thoughts of your boyfriend as you hear the bell at the top of the gas station door jingle. You pause your movements at the slushie machine, watching as the uniformed officer crosses the threshold. Your breath catches in your throat and you hide your body behind the shelf of candy and snacks at the end of the aisle. When you look outside, Dabi is nowhere to be found, no longer outside of the car. You can’t seem to spot him inside either, and you feel your stomach turn in knots.

“Morning officer.” The lanky clerk behind the counter greets him, his voice cracking as he does, probably thinking about the weed he has stashed in the breakroom or how his tags haven’t been changed on his car yet. The cop doesn’t seem to notice or care as he speaks again.

“Seen anyone suspicious come through here.” You hear the officer speak. A quick look from behind the shelf shows the man leaning against the counter as he questions the clerk at the front of the store. He shrugs, looking the officer up and down.

“Lots of suspicious types come through here.” He tells him, keeping his voice calm this time, you observe. “Looking for anyone specific?”

“Some kid killed a man and ran off with his car and his daughter.” The cop explains, his voice low as he speaks. You can barely hear him, but your eyes grow wide at his words. “We’re calling it a kidnapping, but if you ask me, I think she’s in on it.”

“You mean she went willingly?” The clerk questions.

“Lovers on the run and all that bullshit.” He quips. “Seems like they watched one too many movies.”

The clerk is silent for a moment, before he nods his head towards the window of the store. He says nothing, but the cop understands. You watch him nod and take a step towards the door. You don’t know where Dabi is, but there’s no way he’d leave you at some gas station in the middle of nowhere. He’ll be caught if the cop gets the chance to have a look around, so you do the only thing you can think of.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, feeling foolish for what you’re about to do. You lean forward and take the half full slushie from the counter before pouring it out onto the floor, and letting yourself slip through the icy liquid. With one hand on the self beside you, you take the whole thing down with you, snacks flying through the air as you try to fall to the floor without hurting yourself.

You screech.

Both of the men turn to look your way, worried looks on their faces. It’s clear that the clerk forgot you were even in the store as he makes his way from behind the counter. Both of them begin to walk your way as you start to stand up. Red slushie runs down the back of your legs as the cop starts to help you up.

“Took quite the fall there, hon.” He speaks. You steady yourself on your legs, looking at the two men. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You speak in your sweetest voice. You let out a faux laugh, placing a hand over your chest as if trying to catch your breath. “I slipped!”

You burst out into a fit of giggles, and the men join you. They laugh at your mistake, and you feel relieved that you’ve managed to distract them. You’re doing a good job. You have it handled.

At least you think you do until Dabi walks through the door with a gun.

He fires a warning shot into one of the bottles of alcohol behind the counter before sauntered over to the three of you. The cop steps in front of you, pointing his gun in the direction of your boyfriend as he walks. Dabi lets out an amused chuckle, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“You stay right there.” The cop demands before looking over his shoulder at you. You look at Dabi through wide eyes in faux fear. “You’ll be alright, darlin’”

You roll your eyes when he turns around to look at your boyfriend, and Dabi laughs.

“Yeah, you’ll be just fine, darlin’” Dabi mocks. The cop doesn’t seem to like this, clicking the safety off his gun as he points it right between his eyes.

You don’t have long while the cop is distracted, so you sneak up behind him and send a kick right between his legs. His gun goes off as it hits the floor and you watch Dabi jump up in the air as it slides past him. He looks up at you as the officer falls to his knees, eyes gazing over your figure in concern after the gun went off.

“I had it handled.” You tell your boyfriend with a roll of your eyes. He scoffs at you before bending down to pick up the gun behind him and throwing it towards you..

“You’re covered in red dye.” He argues. You catch the gun in your hands easily, before shaking your head at him. You turn around quickly, pointing the gun in the direction of the clerk. He raises his hands, clearly shaking in fear as he stares down the barrel of your gun.

You hear a commotion behind you, turning to glance back as Dabi knocks the cop’s head into one of the shelves. The cop groans, blood pouring from his nose when Dabi pulls his head back once more. He slams it back into the shelf before the cop is out cold, and Dabi wipes his bloodied hand on the officer’s uniform.

“Fucking call her ‘darlin’’ again, asshole.” He spits, kicking him in the side for no good reason. You try to ignore how his words make your stomach flip, how violence in your name makes you feel, especially when it comes to Dabi. Turning back to the clerk, you speak.

“You gonna call the cops?” You ask him.

“No, ma’am.” He assures, frantically shaking his head.

“No?” You lean your head to one side and raise an eyebrow. Dabi walks away as you question the man. You don’t think he will, at least not until the shock wears off. And by then, you and Dabi should be far away from here. You hear Dabi walk up behind you, his boots loud on the floor.

“He won’t.” Dabi confirms. He places a hand on your shoulder before holding up an object in his hand. You turn towards him, spotting the role of duct tape that hangs from two of his fingers. “At least not for a while.”

You look up at him with a wide smile, which he returns. The clerk says nothing as he looks between the two of you before letting out a defeated sigh and holding his wrists out towards Dabi.

“Bring the car around, okay?” Dabi tells you, fishing his keys out of his jacket pocket and handing them to you. You nod, tucking the cops gun into the band of your jean shorts before turning to walk away. You make it half way down the aisle before Dabi calls out to you.

You snag a pair of cheap sunglasses off the stand before making your way out the door and bringing the car around for Dabi. He doesn’t keep you waiting long before he hops into the passenger seat and the two of you are off.

“You’re amazing! Do you know that?” Dabi’s excitement fills the car as he speaks. His voice is loud over the sound of the radio. The two of you speed down the road, nothing but mountains and dirt for miles ahead. “I mean, you caught the gun like it was nothing! You were so cool!”

He leans across the console and takes your head in his hands, planting a wet kiss to your cheek as you drive. You giggle as you feel his lips on your cheek. “You are cool. You’re so cool.”

“Yeah? You think so?” You laugh at him, looking between him and the road as you drive. “As cool as you?”

“Even cooler, babydoll.” He tells you, leaning his head back on the seat. You watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, looking between him and the road. You reach out to run a hand through his hair, noticing how the white of his natural hair is coming in at the root. It’s not noticeable yet, but you make a mental note to pick up some black hair dye at your next stop.

…

“He’s gonna love you.” Dabi says, removing one hand from your waist and knocking on the door that you stand in front of. The door is old and beat up, with the numbers at the top scratched over and faded. You think it might fall off the hinges if it opens.

“You’re sure?” You ask, bouncing a little on the balls of your feet, nerves settling in your bones. You were good with Giran, and that was huge for you, but this feels different and you don’t know why. Dabi speaks so highly of Jin, tells the story of him being saved from getting jumped with excitement in his voice and light in his eyes. You need Jin to like you. It’s important to you, but mostly, it’s important to Dabi.

“Hey,” he speaks, squeezing your hips with his hands. He knows you’re nervous, can practically feel it as he’s wrapped around you. But he loves you, and he knows Jin will too. You’re the most important thing in the world to him and Jin is no fool. He’ll be able to see it. Anyone with half a brain would be able to see it. “I promise. There’s no way he won't.”

You squirm in his hold, feeling your face heat up at his words when the door swings open in front of you. A tall blond man stands in the doorway, with dark circles underneath his eyes and a faint scar down the middle of his forehead. A white tank top fits snug on his torso, and you twitch in your boyfriend's hold as his dark eyes analyze you. The smell of weed is strong throughout his place, probably from the joint that hangs from his lips.

His gray eyes brighten at the sight of your boyfriend standing behind you. He pulls the joint from his lips and opens his arms wide in the doorway.

“Dabi!” He bellows with a smile. His voice surprises you, friendlier than you expected, from the way he appears with his tired eyes and imposing figure. He’s even taller than Dabi. Then his eyes land on you. “Are you gonna introduce your girl?”

“What? Not even a ‘how are you’? You see a pretty girl and go all stupid.” Dabi huffs from behind you. You shake your head and introduce yourself, holding a hand out for him to shake. His hand is large as it envelopes yours, rough and calloused from work you aren’t aware of. He’s comforting, you think, handshake firm and strong as he grins down at you.

“Nice to meet you, girlie. Come in! Come in!” He says, opening the door to allow the two of you to step into the hazey apartment. It’s nicer than you expected from the state of his front door. It’s a nice apartment, lived in and decorated in the way you assume he likes. “You can call me Jin. I’m sure Dabi’s told you all about me if you’ve come all this way–probably hasn’t told you jack shit–shit, sorry.”

He turns around with an apologetic smile and you send him a smile back, assuring him that you weren’t phased by his sudden change in behavior. His shoulders relax as he continues to lead you through the apartment. Dabi pulls you into his side, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you follow Jin. You’re happy that you’re making a good first impression, but Jin is not at all hard to talk to. You like him, and you can see why Dabi admires him.

“Sorry about the smoke. Helps with the headaches.” He says, motioning towards his head with a wave of his hand, his joint snug between two fingers. “You hungry, sugar? I don’t have much, maybe some cereal.”

“Cereal sounds good.” You nod, feeling Dabi pull away from you to pick up the remote that sits on the beat up coffee table in front of the couch. You watch his lanky body drop town on the couch as he scrolls through channels, knees bent too high from how long his legs are and how close to the ground

“Want some Dabi?” Jin asks from the kitchen. Dabi tells him that he does and you can hear Jin mumbling to himself about something you can’t make out. Dabi leans his head over the back of the couch, staring at you where you stand. He nods you over, holding a hand out for you to take, pulling you down with him. He leans forward and picks up a freshly rolled joint from the ashtray on the table.

“You ever smoke, baby?” He asks you, fishing for his silver zippo in his pocket. He tosses it towards you, and you catch it easily.

“A couple of times in high school.” You shrug, flipping the lighter open and holding the flame to the end of the joint in between his lips. You go to give him the lighter back, but he stops you.

“You should take another look at that.” He says, blowing smoke from his nose. You look down at the piece of silver in your hand, flipping it over to try and understand why it’s important. Dabi turns it over in your palm and you see faint lettering engraved in the metal, your name.

“When did you do this?” You ask, flattered by the gesture. It’s not much, but it’s sweet, and it's undoubtedly Dabi.

“Had it done back home.” He explains. “I like having you with me.”

“I’m always with you.” You say and he grins. He nudges his forehead against yours before speaking.

“I know, baby.” He kisses your cheek before closing your hand over the lighter. “Keep it safe for me, yeah?”

You nod, holding the lighter close to your chest as he leans down to kiss you. You pull away quickly, hearing Jin’s footsteps as he returns from the kitchen.

“Well aren’t you two just the sweetest–yuck!” You hear Jin speak from behind the couch. You let out a small laugh, hiding your face in Dabi’s shoulder.

“Fuck off.” He grumbles, placing a large hand behind your head. You can’t stop laughing as he holds you close, sounds muffled by his t-shirt.

“You’re the one making out on my couch!” Jin argues. You laugh again at the ridiculousness of the situation, at the fact that you and Dabi just left a cop knocked out at a gas station and are now getting high and eating fruit loops with a friend from his past.You pull away from Dabi and let out a loud laugh, throwing you head back as the sound bubbles from your throat. Dabi would bottle the sound if he could.

The two men join in, laughter filling Jin’s apartment as you try to catch your breath. He comes around the back of the couch, handing you and Dabi your bowls before squeezing his way in between the two of you. Dabi’s hand flies to the back of Jin’s head, scolding him for separating the two of you. It makes you giggle again. You think they act like brothers, maybe. It makes you happy to see Dabi interacting with someone without keeping his guard up. He’s only ever been that way with you.

Dabi eventually lets Jin stay where he is, shut down by the argument that you were, in fact, about to make out on the couch and that Jin is letting you stay with him on your “True Romance crime-fueled road trip” as he put it.

You don’t talk about it. You find that you don’t have to when Dabi tries to explain, and Jin shuts him up by putting some colorful cartoon on tv and telling him that he’ll take the both of you in no matter what you’ve done. Dabi lets it go.

And it’s nice, sitting there with them, eating colorful cereal and mindlessly watching tv. It feels normal, a place where you and Dabi don’t have to keep moving, don’t have to be constantly looking over your shoulders or wondering where you’ll go next. A life that stands still.

It’ll all be worth it, you think.

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— To Feel Alive ( mingi x reader )

rated - mature | minors dni

warnings - non-idol universe, descriptions of suicide, mentions of murder (hypothetically), smoking is bad for u, drabble

summary - “let’s say I kill somebody and it doesn’t work…”

wc: <1000

x x x

“You said I can ask you anything?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Okay, so,” he takes a drag of his cigarette, a thick, swirled tail of smoke snakes up his jaw from the burning stick of nicotine and tobacco. While it continues its ascent out of the open moonroof of the car towards the stars, the exhale that leaves his thick pink lips disperses any remaining visualizations you could create. You were entranced by him, drawn into depths of emotion you hadn't known before. He's shown you what it’s like to have a partner, not only for romance but for life.

Congratulations, you’re in love with your best friend.

Time seems to warp in your mind as you gaze up at the stars. The car engine still hums softly, barely audible, and the music, once a companion, now a distant echo, having been turned down minutes ago once the conversation delved deeper.

His hands sculpt the air in front of him as he continues, “Let’s say I hypothetically kill somebody, but it doesn’t work—“

“How doesn’t it work? They a zombie or something?”

He takes another drag, still staring ahead. “Zombie,” he chuckles under his breath, faint, brief. “No, let’s say it wasn’t supposed to even happen. It was messy, impulsive, it didn’t go how you knew it was supposed to go, and the person isn’t dead, just injured, bad and—now you have a body tied up that you gotta get rid of in an abandoned shed”

Eyes, deep wells of brown, seem to pierce through you as he finally looks away from the stars and at you. He's wearing an inscrutable expression, which oddly brings you comfort. You despise how your mind instinctively analyzes emotions, disrupting the moment. But with Mingi, it's different. Looking into his eyes is...peaceful.

“What would you do?” he asks, the cigarette burning close to the filter, only a couple of puffs away from self-extinguishing. “Hypothetically speaking.”

Strange as Mingi is, this was a little unusual of him to be asking you. His mind wanders paths few tread, encouraging your abstract thinking, finding it alluring.

You reach out and take the cigarette from between his slender fingers, taking the final puff for yourself before extinguishing it in an empty beer can in the cupholder with a soft hiss.

“How do you hypothetically want to kill them?”

“Hm,” Mingi's head turns back to the stars, which are now disappearing behind thick clouds rolling in across the midnight sky. “None of that matters anymore, I just want the body gone, and dead,” he inhales deeply,

You anticipate his unspoken thoughts, as you often do. “Hypothetically.”

“Yeah.” A small laugh punctuates his response.

Unusual as it is for Mingi to ask such a question, you humor him, sitting in thought for a few moments.

“I don’t want the law involved, and I’m not a—serial killer so I don’t know how to dispose of a body. So if it were me, hypothetically,” you emphasize mockingly, understanding each other implicitly. “I would make it look like a suicide, but not with a gun or knife or anything, I don’t know anything about how the investigators figure out whatever angle someone offs themselves.” Your eyes narrow as you ponder, tapping your lips gently with a curled fist. “I’ve watched a lot of crime tv shows.”

“If I could sedate them, again, without making it obvious, I could stage…a hanging,” as you continue, you've captured his attention, his gaze lowering from the stars back to you. “Sounds simple enough right? Hang up the body, kick out the chair from underneath, let it drop. Sedate them enough, and you won’t have to watch the struggle.”

simple enough right?

not only simple, but better than anything his disorganized mind would’ve thought of under the pressure.

“The human body always finds a way to fight back in those final minutes, seconds...it’s the urge to live…” His voice softens a little, but he doesn’t seem to care about how it comes off. You watch him pull out his pack of bad habits, and he brings another one between those rosy lips, sparking a lighter you hadn’t even noticed him holding, the smell permeating the air the moment the flames catch.

He reads your mind this time, tilting the temptation your way. And you’re not really a smoker, but when you spend nights with Mingi drinking beer under the stars, you’ll succumb to the moment a time or two.

This is moment two for you, tonight. You pluck one out, and he sparks his lighter, holding it at eye level with you. You lean forward, taking a drag. Mingi’s cigarettes taste different, unfamiliar packaging in a foreign language. It's smooth, enticingly addictive.

Breaking the silence, you ask, “Min, what’s up? Why you ask me that anyway?” You relax back against the driver’s door. He tucks his cigarettes into his pocket and reclines his seat, looking more at ease somehow.

Your answer gave him hope in being understood and accepted by another human one day, something he’s not used to feeling.

“Because you’ve got a beautiful mind,” Mingi says, almost to himself, hands behind his head, eyes falling on you once again,

“And there’s nothing hypothetical about that.”

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