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Haunting

You would follow him around like a duckling, a silent observer at times, a chatter box the next.

Both your mothers were friends, so being playmates was a normal thing. He was always your role model, even at a young age. He pushed you to be better.

You thought he would be your best friend forever and ever. Then you woke up one morning and he wasn't anymore.

The aftermath of the massacre, the whispers of the monster that was Itachi. You didn't want to believe it, refused to. Even when the evidence was there, the lone survivor, Sasuke.

It tore your heart into pieces. Left you hallow. The Itachi you knew, the affectionate big brother to Sasuke, the one you studied on a regular, the one you thought you knew everything about, your best friend couldn't have killed them all.

Yet, everyone said he did, and you were never the same again. Never trusting anyone. Closing yourself off. Losing faith in the village and the very place you once called home felt like a prison.

This pushed you to leave, to just pack your bags and escape the loneliness. Moving from village to village until you settled in a forest somewhere in the middle of the Land of Fire. It was one of the best decisions you've made for yourself in a long time.

One night, when the sky was as black as Uchiha eyes, he entered your dreams. He stood on a body of water, studying you with blank, calculating eyes.

"You've grown, and you've left the one place that could have protected you for what's coming."

Why was he here? You haven't dreamt of him in years.

Waking from sleep wasn't peaceful, not with your heart racing, sweat on your brow. It felt so real.

The flapping of wings jump-scared you, and as you turned in the direction of the noise, a pair of red eyes stared back at you.

Your brain shortcircuited, scream caught in your throat, unconsciousness gripping your mind. The last thing you heard before going under was the whisper of your name.

Is this how you die?

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Crashlanding Hedgehogs

Chapter Two

Chapter One

Credit for image: Link

Dividers by @jays-cave-of-rp-memes

Chapter summary: Doing a nice deed should not have come with you nearly losing your life. Hedgehogs are assholes.

Warnings: Reader curses when under stress.

Who knew acting like a Samaritan would result in you having a busted lip, aching ribs, and singed hair.

Stupid, fucking, anthropomorphic hedgehog and dam you're bleeding heart. When you brought him into your home last night, he was out cold. You managed to carefully take the debris out his quills and set him up in the guest room.

Throughout the night you made sure to check in, yet he never moved from where he was placed.

The shock of your life came the following morning, whilst brewing a cup of coffee; a beam of red light hit the window in front of you. This caused the singed hair, the glass to shatter, and your kitchen blinds to catch on fire.

You quickly ripped them down. There is no way you'll allow your house to go up in flames.

The morning was turning into a clusterfuck of events that you were not ready for.

You, like any rational person, thought to be under attack, grabbed the first thing to protect yourself - a frying pan.

Another beam shot at you as you turned. Again, like a miracle or just good reflexes, dodged and dived for cover.

"Stop attacking me!"

Off goes another beam, more shattered glass. The busted lip came as a foot connected to your face when you turned the corner of your island.

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

Having enough of being attacked, you started throwing every pot, pan, utensil you could get your hands on and at the same time trying to find a way outside.

The opportunity presented itself after the hedgehog who could teleport appeared behind you, sending you flying towards the backdoor, after a hard kick.

You have never exited a door so fast in your life, the frying pan clutched tightly in hand. Every curse word known to man left your lips, annoyed about everything.

"I SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOUR UNCONCIOUS ASS OUTSIDE! I WAS ONLY TRYING TO HELP. IS THIS HOW YOU REPAY A GOOD DEED!? YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!"

The dive off the back porch would have made any athlete swimmer jealous as you dodge another beam.

You painfully landed on your stomach, wind knocked out of you.

Sadly, the chase came to an end when a foot pressed down on your back, pinning you to the ground. How can he be so blasted heavy? Your lungs hurt... it was hard to breathe.

"Who are you?"

The deep, cold voice above you caused your brain to glitch a bit before you remembered this was the enemy.

"Get off me!"

the foot pressed down further "You're not in a position to make demands."

You whimpered out your name.

"Where am I and how did I get here?"

"You're on the planet Mars and you so happened to crash land in my backyard."

"This is not Mars and continue to piss me off and I'll paint the grass red with your blood."

Well fuck and he meant it too.

"Look, all I know is that you fell from the sky last night, crash landed in my yard, and I took you inside and cleaned you up. You're in London, on Earth, and I seriously mean you no harm."

Silence passed "yet you've armed yourself with a weapon."

You groaned at the sheer stupidity of it all "buddy! you attacked me first and if you must know this is a frying pan, a cooking tool. It is not a weapon."

It felt like forever, but the foot finally came off your back. Rolling over, you took in a gulp of air, praying that he would go away and leave you alone.

A shadow hahaha appeared over your face. Oh great!

Opening your eyes, red orbs looked into yours. He looked kind of adorable if it wasn't for the scowl on his face nor the attack on your life.

Before you could say anything else, he teleported away. It left you dumbfounded. Was it safe for you to move? Will he return? Well, now what?

It took some time for you to move but when you did and the adrenaline leaving your system, all the aches and pains appeared.

Standing to your feet left you wheezing, head and side throbbing and vision spotted. The walk inside slow and painstaking.

The frying pan was left abandoned in the sand. You didn't see the pair of eyes that observed your sorry state.

"Time to check on the damage to my kitchen and cancel that project. There is no way in hell I'm getting that done in time. Stupid fucking hedgehog."

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Caught offguard

I was scrolling through Pinterest and came across this. My brain did the rest.

Image: link

No! This motherfucker was trying to make you lose your job!

Okay, it's not fair to call him names and blame him entirely. He didn't deserve that, BUT it still doesn't help your predicament.

It was because of HIM that you drove into the utility pole. The military car. It never should have happened. Yet, it had.

Who the fuck poses like that!? Why did he have to look like that? Couldn't he have knelt down?

WHY DID HE HAVE AN ASS LIKE THAT!?

It looked so good.

Your friend and some coworkers rushed to your aid. Helping you out the vehicle and inspecting the damages.

"Nothing too bad, just a small dent. Hey Winters, take Agent to the medical bay for a check up."

You didn't protest, allowing yourself to be led away.

How can no one be distracted by such a view? They were acting like Optimus Prime wasn't showcasing his ass for the whole base to see.

Something must be wrong with your brain.

You truly needed a vacation.

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Deep AF

No one should be allowed to sound like that. A voice so deep needs to be illegal.

How were you supposed to function? No one better not complain about your lack of focus... not when your brain gets scrambled by a voice like THAT!

Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots. King of motivational speeches and a hunk of a Cybertronian should not be allowed to sound the way he does.

It doesn't help that your job requires you to be in frequent contact with the alien robot and his team.

"Agent..."

It takes every ouch of willpower not to shiver whenever you hear your name leave his mouth.

Unbelievable that it took a fucking alien robot to unlock a kink you didn't know you had.

The messed-up thing about it all was that he doesn't have a clue what he's doing to you.

Maybe switching departments would be best. Yeah, that sounds like a plan because the way things are going, you'll be counterproductive, and rent needs to be paid monthly. You had priorities, sadly no matter how much you wished you could climb him like a tree.

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Crashlanding Hedgehogs

Chapter One

When you woke up that morning, the end of the world was the furthest thing from your mind... you also didn't expect a living being to crashland in your backyard.

"I should have stayed my ass in bed... sleeping through five alarms should have been a sign to stay my ass at home."

Is what you grumbled as you exited your car on the way to do some grocery shopping.

The traffic was crazy and cars were not moving. Why?

Your answer came as you stood on the chaotic streets of London, watching the ascension of the Eclipse Canon from G.U.N headquarters.

This was not something you expected to happen today. The music from the car radio abruptly switched to an emergency news broadcast.

The announcement about the end of the world came moments later... it had you sipping your coffee, calm as a cucumber while folks around you ran around frantically.

To you, if it's meant to be, them so be it. No use losing your mind over what you clearly can't control.

Call after call came to your phone but you ignored each one. There was no urge to speak to anyone.

Climbing on top of the hood of your car was the best decision to watch the sky. The bright beam from the canon was both beautiful and haunting. At least dying would be instantaneous. Hopefully.

You counted down the inevitable, humming that tune from when the titanic was sinking. Your mind made up to die... it was a good life (as short as it was) despite the ups and downs.

The beam got brighter, closer, this was it... that was until Dr. Robotnik addressed the world with his speech about 'if I can't have world domination, I might as well save it...''

The death beam passed over where you sat, which then vanished seconds after the explosion.

Everyone around were cheering, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes, "what a good day wasted. Let me get my groceries and head home."

Things were uneventful after that. You did your shopping (making sure to keep out the way of exuberant patrons), got home in one piece, made a quick dinner, and was now having a cold beverage as you sat on a lawn chair in your back yard.

Living out of the busy city had its perks, and the main one was the quietness. Not a neighbor for miles.

Unfortunately, the quiet was interrupted by something fast approaching. Looking up, a ball of fire was hurling directly at you.

"Well, fuck."

Call it luck, a miracle, or just good reflexes, but the speed at which you moved saved you from getting hit.

The poor lawn chair couldn't say the same. The collision rackled the ground, the sound making your ears ring.

Today was just cursed, wasn't it?

It took a few minutes to get your breathing and heart rate to calm down; another few to stand upright with wobbly knees.

There was a fucking crater when your lawn chair was.

The areas decorated with broken gravel, blotches of fire, and your poor flowers.

You should have turned tail and sprinted out of there, maybe call the police but common sense must have taken a vacation because you decided to investigate.

Colored you shocked when an unconscious body appeared as the smoke cleared. Why was there a life-sized hedgehog unconsciousness in your back yard?

"I know I'm not drunk... nah, I'm not seeing things."

You couldn't help but stare, noting that they were alive somehow (by the rise and fall of their chest) after crashing from the sky.

Sighing, you quickly but carefully moved the body, slowly taking it inside.

"I must be out of my mind. Let's hope I don't come to regret this later on."

If you had only known the headache it would bring later on, you would have left him there.

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Naruto x reader (platonic)

You have been living in the Hidden Leaf Village for the past three years and tend to travel from village to village when you got the time.

Now that you were back home, food was the top priority above anything else at that moment. The weather was cold at such a late hour and only one place could warm both your body and stomach.

One thing the other villages couldn't hold a candle to is the Ichiraku Ramen the Leaf village had. So here you are now, content with such a devine meal. It was made by blessed hands.

Not long after you were seated, the rain began to fall. You were on your second bowl when someone entered the Ramen shop letting in the cold air.

Turning slightly, your eyes took in the drenched child with cerulean blue eyes.

You knew of him from whispers and seeing the horrid way the villagers treated a small child and you could never understand why.

Naruto. The little boy who made your heart clench. No child should be left alone the way that he was.

Setting down your bowl, you slowly turned, trying to keep a smile on your face to ease the fright on the child's face.

"Hello. Why are you out here so late?"

The boy was about to turn away. "No, no, wait. Do you want some ramen?"

This seemed to get his attention. "I'm not going to hurt you. I can buy all the ramen you want. My treat."

He slowly made his way into the shop and came up next to you, keeping a respectable distance. His hands twisted the end of his shirt nervously.

"Can I really have ramen? You don't mind?"

You almost didn't hear what he said because of how quietly he spoke.

"Sure, have a seat. Now, tell me which one you'd like to have."

His sunshine smile was the sweetest reward you had ever received. The people of this village were idiots.

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Itachi's hair.

You love to run your fingers through Itachi's hair. The strands were so smooth and soft to the touch.

He took such good care of it, and the smell was nothing short of Heavenly.

He would let you brush it out or make little braids.

It was such a calming act for you both as well as a way for you two to spend time together.

Don't be surprised when he falls asleep on your lap.

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Meeting Copy cat ninja Kakashi Hatake was not on your to-do list of things for the week.

You were just running errands, thinking it would be easier to get through the crowd by running on the roofs.

What a fucking mistake that was. Here's why. You were no ninja. No, you a normal civilian took it upon yourself to try parkouring, which resulted in you slipping on roof tiles and falling to your imminent doom.

Luckily for you, a certain silver haired ninja saved the day. Sorry, he saved you from hurting yourself, but sadly, the parcels you carried couldn't feel the same way.

The sound of defeat left your lips as you dramatically flung yourself from his arms and sank to the floor, grumbling about the amount of trouble you'll be in with your employer.

You were in your own little world, failing to give a small word of thanks and not noticing how you were being studied.

The ninja in question looked at you from head to toe, thinking about how 'weird' you were acting before disappearing. He couldn't stick around, duty calls.

It's not until the sound of wind and falling leaves caught your attention that you finally realized your lack of manners.

Que the face plam. You could be such an idiot at times. Today was going to be one of those days.

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Welcome to the multiverse of chaos that is my blog.

Crossovers are going to be a common thing here but mostly between the MCU and Transformers fandoms.

On that note, I write stories mainly for Marvel, Twilight, Transformers, The Sonic Fandom, Naruto, Bleach, That time I got reincarnated as a Slime and Inuyasha.

Stories will either be X reader or with a few of my OCs.

I also (try) to draw from time to time.

Posts will not be consistent, due to health, schedule and ADHD.

This pin will act as my Masterlist to keep things organized.

Story Summary: Loki is sent back to Midgard (Earth) as punishment by Odin to atone for his sins. The Trickster God isn't the only one unhappy about the arrangements with the exception of Thor. Despite the reluctance, he learns that loneliness can only get you so far and forms an unexpected bond with one of the Tower's residences.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

More Coming Soon...

X Reader stories: Platonic, romantic, angst, and the list goes on. Reader will be written GN mostly.

Gaara

Naruto

Kakashi

Shikamaru

Itachi

Other stories coming soon...

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How to Train your Demon

Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.

Tags: MDNI!, red string of fate trope, true form sukuna, librarian reader, soul mates, reincarnation, accidental summoning, love at first sight (buti it's one-sided (until it's not)), Sukuna is demon, but he's v much in love, smut and stuff eventually i guess....

Song inspo: E.V.O.L- MARINA

Part I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. (completed!)

Rule no. 1: Don't show fear

It was a mistake. A comical, nonsensical, monumental mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. You didn’t mean to create a soul tie with a demon . All you did was read a torn up book from the library. Was it an occult book about spiritual practices in the Japanese Heian era? Yes… but it doesn’t warrant an eldritch horror being your life partner. 

Actually, according to the demon, you didn’t create the soul tie, he has been waiting for you all his life. Cute, but it didn’t make the situation any better. Damn your natural inclination to catch the old and withered items thrown into the donation boxes of the library you worked at. It just pained your heart to see pages falling out of books, and the ominous leather bound grimoire was no exception. 

Restoration was one of your favorite things to do. Knowledge is always worth saving, no matter how old it may be. Books were your life. You found yourself lost in them, enchanted, terrified, taught. You had no genre as your favorite. Everything was welcomed, nothing was off limits. You knew a little bit of every culture, every study, every block buster fantasy. If you could, you’d build a machine that would let you live inside of a book and experience the scene yourself. 

Technically you could ask your all powerful demon to do that, but you didn’t want to deal with him right now.

You still weren’t all too sure on how it happened. First you were glueing the pages back to the spine of the book, running your fingers over the deckled edges when you opened a page that was stuck together. You carefully peeled it apart, a task that took ten minutes to do to avoid any additional tears, and opened up to a page that was different from the rest. The words were written in a rush, the strokes of the characters dragging much longer than it should. You only knew a tiny bit of Japanese (but much more of Latin, Russian, Yoruba, and French from having just an abundance of time on your hands), but this time you could make out some of the words. 

You muttered the ones you knew for sure, used context clues for the ones that were beyond reading. It didn’t make a lick of sense to you. You closed the book with a clamp so that the glue would set and decided to come back to it tomorrow since it was closing time. There was no rush of wind, flash of lightning, or eerie sounds. Just you and the screech of a thousand cicadas as soon as you stepped outside to walk to your car. A normal Thursday night.

Until it wasn’t. 

You shuffled around your house with a new arc from your favorite novelist in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and the largest frame of glasses known to man perched on your nose. Jazz music quietly spilled out from your hidden speakers, preventing the house from getting a little too quiet as you lived alone with your cat. It was a total boring cliche, you were well aware, but you were happy with your life. You had friends who you trusted, a great relationship with your parents, and just recently got out of a relationship with someone who you didn’t hate, you just grew apart. There was no chaotic, negative energy to feast on in your household and you liked it that way. 

You thought you heard your cat clawing on the door when you were snuggled away in your bed. You flipped the covers over and went to let her in to snuggle with you. 

“I’m so sorry, Cleo. I thought you were already in here with me,” you said, scooping her up from the floor. The ragdoll cat begrudgingly accepted your kisses of apology. You set her down on the bed, watching her find a good spot to curl up in and smiled. You went to reach for your wine glass you knew that you set on your nightstand, but there was nothing in the glass. You were sure that you didn’t finish it. You paced yourself well enough for it to last until at least chapter five, but there wasn’t a drop of alcohol left. 

“The quality of sake has diminished over the years, I see.” 

The voice came from all around the room but also deep in your chest. Cleo hissed, making a run for it out of your door, leaving you wildly spinning around for the intruder. You lunged for the heavy duty taser you kept in your nightstand, but when you turned around there was nobody there.

“What is that?” 

The bone chilling voice spoke again. Was it one person or many, you couldn’t tell. 

“I— I have a weapon!” You tried to steady your voice but it was hopeless. You were terrified. There was nobody there but you could feel a heavy presence in the room. 

“You call that a weapon?” The voice laughed. “The only weapon my wife needs is me.”

The statement made you falter. “Wife? Who are you?”

You turned around once again and nearly jumped out of your skin. A man, or a close approximation of one, sat on your bed flicking through your book. It was impossible, but he had twice as many limbs on his top half than he should, and double the amount of eyes. They were bright and red when scanning through your novel. “What language is this?” 

“F-french,” you whispered. You were dreaming. You had to be. That was the only way this could be happening. Still, dream or not, you had to protect yourself. You pressed your taser and watched the prongs leap out and touch his bare skin. He looked unbothered, merely looking down at his stomach where the taser landed and moved his arm to reveal a mouth on his abdomen. A tongue flopped out and licked the prongs, dragging it back to the mouth and the taser was slowly dragged out of your hands and into the mouth. You watched in horror as the hard plastic was crushed to pieces in front of your very eyes. 

“Useless weapon,” he reiterated, this time looking directly at you. “Don’t insult me again.” 

“Pl—please don’t hurt me.” There was nothing left to do but beg. You already punched yourself till blood was drawn. This was not a dream, you were looking at a real, evil monster who didn’t know French and ate high voltage tasers. 

He rose from your bed. You crawled away as much as you could until you bumped into a wall and still you wanted to move through it. He stood before you, looking over your trembling frame and called out for you. 

“Rise.” 

You rose, unsure if you really had a choice in the matter. One of his many hands cupped the side of your face. A clawed thumb brushed away the tear that fell on your cheek.

“Why do you weep?”

“Um… well… I don’t really know who you are,” you said honestly. You were still pinned to the wall, unable to flee and he took up your entire frame of sight. He nodded, removing his hand from your face and raising it in the air. You thought he was going to strike you and you flinched. When you opened your eyes again he was multiple steps away from you, still raising his palm.

“Time has faded your memory of me. You are my wife, and I am your husband. The string of fate proves that we are mates.” 

He stated it so matter of factly. You are my wife, and I am your husband. My wife, your husband. Mates. Forget dreaming, you have officially lost your mind. 

“I don’t… remember agreeing to that,” you said carefully. The words “husband” and “wife” bounced in your head in a crazy echo. You slumped to the floor, your body suddenly very tired. A laugh bubbled up your throat and escaped your mouth. So much for your boring life.

“Do you not feel the connection? The string is tied from my last finger to yours.” You looked at your hand, not seeing any supposed string and shook your head. 

He frowned. “You do not agree to it. It has been decided.” He crouched in front of you, inspecting your face earnestly. One side of his face was strange, not normal skin, instead inhuman, bumpy and shades darker. 

“You look the same after all this time,” he murmured. “I will make you remember.” 

“Let’s not do that,” you said quickly. “I don’t even know your name and I am not married. I’m a librarian and I have a cat. And I have never, ever met you before.”

“I am known as Sukuna, among other names,” he responded to one of your distresses. “What title is a librarian?”

This time you laughed. An deranged laugh, loud and unbecoming. Sukuna waited as impatiently as he could for you to be finished, but you kept on cackling. Once out of breath, you wiped the tears out of your eyes and leaned against the wall. It finally dawned on you how this happened. The drying grimoire that was locked up in the library was responsible for this strange turn of events.

“It’s not a title, at least, not in the way you’re thinking. It’s my job, one that I love very much. Was I ever a common worker before?”

Sukuna bristled at the thought. Even his tummy mouth frowned. “You were a queen. You wanted nothing because you had everything.”

“Interesting,” you mused. “I’m so not your girl.”

“I’m not interested in little girls.”

“Kudos to you. I think I’m going to sleep now. I’m clearly much more tired than I think I am.”

“We have things to discuss,” Sukuna protested, but you already slipped under the sheets. If I force myself to sleep he will go away, you thought. 

Instead you felt the dip of the other side of your bed and flung your eyes open. Sukuna was in bed, with you, staring your down with his four eyes. He was much too close for your liking. 

You looked at him wildly. “What are you doing?” 

“Resting with you.” 

“Get out of my bed!”

“Are you no longer tired?” 

“I am tired. Extremely tired, but that doesn’t mean I want you on my bed! Stay on the floor or something!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes at you and turned on his back, his arms crossed in two sets on his chest. 

“You were always particular with your sleeping habits. I see that hasn’t changed either.”

“Stop acting like you know me!”

Sukuna got off the bed to sit on the floor like you asked. The only problem is that you could feel his gaze prickling your skin, making it impossible to ignore him. You didn’t feel bad about kicking him out, he certainly didn’t have a pout on his face because of it, but something needed to be done. 

“Face the door instead of me,” you mumbled. 

His eyes twitched. “Commanding me like footmen,” he grumbled, yet he still turned away. You wondered if his obedience had something to do with the book. Sukuna had the aura of someone who doesn’t listen to anyone, yet he’s been more than understanding with you. Maybe you really were his wife. Maybe you were having a very elaborate and maladaptive daydream. You thought of “maybe’s” until the sun came up, still staring at the back of his pink, spiky hair. 

Your alarm chirped for you to get ready for work. You groaned. You didn’t get a second of sleep. You were too afraid of being eaten by the demon you accidentally summoned. You reached out to shut off the ringing clock as quietly as you could, but Sukuna touched it first. 

“How strange,” he said, turning the clock around in his hand. He brought it up to his ear, shook his head, tapped the glass. Then he crushed it. It was made of plastic, but the shards bent and broke to the floor left his hand unscratched. You gaped at the mess he made as he let the remains fall to the floor. “It was making a wretched sound.”

“Yeah…” you sighed. “It was pretty noisy.”

You had to find out how to get rid of him. Fast. 

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《 Loki x Reader Fic 》

Summary: When the infamous God of Mischief escapes his cell in the basement of the Avengers Tower, he accidentally comes across you while looking for revenge.

Status: Part 1 (Complete)

Chapters: 54

Word Count: 230,114 +

18+ ONLY - Please only read if you are 18+. Minors Do Not Interact. Thank you.

Heads up, this is a slow-burn fic 🔥

: ̗̀➛ Part 1 🕊️

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

: ̗̀➛ Part 2

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Taehyung: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

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Get to know the life of the members of Bring On The Night! The pop/rock band of the moment that has a whole generation addicted to their music, lyrics and performers.

| Kim Seokjin: The Bassist

You were Jin's childhood friend, the one who always went to all his bass practices, the one who went to all his mini concerts, the one who tested the songs before he played them live, you were even the first person he ran to tell the news that his band had been dominated to his first award.

The problem with this? You were always just that to Jin, the typical childhood friend he wouldn't give up for anything in the world, but would never see as anything more.

A few months ago Jin started dating yet another girl, a certain Yeji, whom he had met in college.

You were starting to feel how awful it was to be just another friend, and you wanted to give it your last try before giving up forever with Jin and moving on with your life.

| Min Yoongi: The Producer

You had been in a fully sexual relationship with Yoongi for over 5 years. Yes, you went out on the occasional date in secret, but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would make the public think you were a couple, or sex partners.

You had never had a problem with this, until little by little you noticed how you started to feel things for him that definitely had nothing to do with your fully sexual relationship, so you did what you did best.

You ran away.

| Jung Hoseok: The Composer

You met Hoseok in a dance class you had during your last years in college. The two of you hit it off perfectly and decided to stay in touch.

You talked to him when he won his first award, he talked to you when he heard you got a permanent contract at your current company. You called him when you found out he had landed a fairly well known girlfriend in the middle, he congratulated you on finding your fiancé.

Now, 2 years after that, you had no idea how to tell him that your husband and his fiancée were fucking in your bed.

| Kim Namjoon: The Drummer

You were Bring On The Night's manager since their debut. You had taken good care of them, always tried to give them a reasonable schedule, always talked to interviewers before interviews, always tried to keep them safe without asking for anything in return. That's exactly what made Namjoon fall at your feet.

From the beginning he always had eyes for you, he always drowned in his feelings thinking about how annoying it might be for you to stay on the job knowing that he had feelings for you.

However, this same attitude not only attracted to him, but to other guys who worked in the same industry. It was this very thing that made Namjoon decide to fight for you, even if it would destroy your working relationship and friendship.

| Park Jimin: The Keyboardist

You were Jimin's girlfriend during his pre-debut era. You would go to support him at practice, bring him food, water, sometimes even a change of clothes. You loved the way he loved his job, but love wasn't always enough to overcome the adversities that made life as a star. That was made clear to you by the Ceo of Bring on the night's discography.

You broke up with him shortly after his debut, you didn't give him any explanation, you simply told him that you didn't want to be with him anymore and you left.

Years later, in the present day, Jimin had become a world star, famous for his talent on the keyboard, and you, for your part, had achieved your goal of becoming a critically acclaimed actress.

What you never thought was that, as you were both on the same level, you would inevitably meet at events such as awards shows, and, to be honest, you didn't think you could ever say no to Jimin again.

| Kim Taehyung: The Guitarist

For the first time in your entire career as an artist you had gotten into a scandal, and one of the worst scandals there could have been. A rapper whose name you didn't even know had told hundreds of gossip channels that the two of you were in a solely sexual relationship.

Now, with no excuse to give because no one would believe you without proof, you and your manager decided to make a completely risky bet; talk to Kim Taehyung, the guitarist of BOTN and ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend. To your surprise, he didn't hesitate to accept.

The deal was clear: neither would have feelings for the other, neither would meddle in the other's relationships, and neither owed the other any explanations.

At first you thought it would be simple, just another performance, just like you did for your music videos.

How wrong you were.

| Jeon Jungkook: The Vocalist

Jungkook considered himself a very tolerant person. He tolerated Jin with his horrible jokes, he tolerated Namjoon breaking his stuff by accident from time to time, he even tolerated Jimin stealing his stuff, but there was one specific point where he would never tolerate any bullshit.

That point was you.

The day he found out the idiot you were dating, he almost broke his phone from how hard he smashed it against the wall. He believed you deserved better, no, he knew you deserved better, no doubt about it, and he was more than willing to show you what would be the minimum point you should accept in a man.

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“Last Straw” - Digital painting

Loki is so done, haha.

I wanted to give him armor reminiscent of his outfit in IW, but note his gold aesthetic has returned. This takes place in an AU where he has embraced his identity as an Odinson, and fights beside Thor to bring down Thanos

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