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natashamaximoff1 · 3 months ago

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Agatha x vampiress reader

Tw: blood

Word count: 1,753

Summary: After Y/N has a long day the only thing on her mind is her next meal and her next drink, which finds her in a bar and face to face with the most stunning witch she’s seen in her life

It had been a long day and there was only two things on your mind. Where your next meal was going to come from? Where the closest bar was?

As hungry as you were, the need for an alcoholic drink was stronger which coincidently lead you to this small local bar, it seemed quite quiet from first impressions but that made sense considering it was in the middle of nowhere.

As you were in your way over to the bar you noticed the most gorgeous woman one person could possibly ever lay their eyes on, still you continued to make your way over to the bar remembering to make a mental note to approach the woman afterwards.

Once you arrived at the bar you ordered two shots of Bacardi, one for you and one for the mysterious woman. You left the bar, drinks in hand being extremely precautious of where you were placing your feet on the ground whilst still scouring the room for the woman you noticed across the bar earlier.

Once you found her, you started to approach her, planning out everything you were going to say.

Space between you both started to get smaller and smaller as you got closer and closer, your nerves started to set it, you really had never seen someone more dropdead gorgeous in your lifetime.

Closer and closer, the little details in her face becoming more evident with each step you took, from her gorgeous blue eyes to the dimples in the corner of her mouth when she smiles.

“Hi my name is Y/N. I noticed you from across the bar, you’re gorgeous. I bought a shot over for you, call it my treat.” You said placing it down in front of the brown haired woman.

“Hi dear, the names Agatha, lovely to meet you.” The blue eyed woman said before taking the shot.

Your couldn’t take your eyes off of her, her beauty almost bewitching. She took the shot effortlessly, no weird faces like anyone else you ever gifted that exact same drink to.

“Thanks for the shot dear, it was good. Although you don’t look like the kind of gal to be into shots, I would have said you were a pint person.” Agatha said.

You laughed. “Well Agatha, I can be full of surprises if you play your cards right.” You said winking at her seductively.

You noticed the slightest of blushes that appeared on her cheek and oh how it made you hungry not to mention how absolutely adorable she looked.

It was now your mission to get this woman to come back home with you, to do what? You had no idea.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing in a bar like this all alone?” Agatha asked.

“I could ask you the same question dear” you said with a grin before finally taking your own shot.

“I asked first” replied the blue eyed woman.

She was right, she did ask first which gave you no other choice but to answer the question. “ I needed a drink and thought it was a good idea to go alone, now I’m starting to learn that it was indeed the correct decision.” You added.

“And why do you feel like that was the correct choice? There’s all kinds of dangerous people just waiting for a lonely and pretty girl like you to just walk past them.” Agatha simply replied.

“Being alone outside allows me to have conversations with breathtaking women, exactly like what we’re having now and miss Agatha I can assure you that I will be in no danger at all.” You said as you flashed your teeth at her.

Agatha never caught on that you were a vampire, even with the extremely pale skin and the grey eyes, although the woman was looking at you it was never anywhere else but your chest, stolen glances below the neck line as frequently as she thought she could get away with it.

And you thought you weren’t so subtle but she just was in her own league.

“Cat got your tongue, my dear.” You asked when you noticed she was again staring at below the neckline.

“What? No! I was just… distracted.” She said.

“What do you say about getting out of here Agatha, dear.” You asked.

“Sounds wonderful, your place or mine?” She asked.

You didn’t answer, just made your way to your car, hoping the woman was following behind you, she wasn’t.

“Well come on sweetheart, don’t just stand there. Come.” You said sounding more assertive.

Agatha definitely felt something just then, if there’s one thing she wanted it was to be bitten by a vampiress and she had a feeling that tonight just might be that lucky night.

The both of your intentions lined up, not that either of you were aware.

You snapped Agatha out of her daydreaming, hand placed firmly on the handle as she heard you.

“Vámanos” you said. You weren’t sure how long you could keep yourself away from her, she was looking more delicious with every passing minute.

The drive back to your house was quiet but not awkward. The tension could have been cut with a knife.

You pulled up on to your drive before quickly getting out of the car and heading to Agatha’s side to open the door for her.

“A gentleman as well as a pretty lady, well isn’t that quite the combo.” She smirked “and they say chivalry is dead.”

That got a little laugh to escape your mouth. Oh how you wanted to taste her, it was getting even harder to not just launch yourself at her neck.

You opened the door letting Agatha enter first but before you even had the chance to close the door, Agatha had already pressed her lips upon your own.

It was a nice but unexpected surprise which lead to you pulling away. You hated yourself for that.

“Would you like anything to drink?” You asked trying not to get too hung up on the whole pulling away thing.

“I’ll take some tequila if you have any.” she joked.

You missed the joke and went to grab the tequila, you also grabbed the salt and lime wedges. If you were going to have tequila you were going to have it in shots properly.

“I hope you don’t mind, I brought the lime and salt as well.”

Agatha looked slightly surprise that you actually brought through the tequila but she wasn’t one to complain.

For the next hour or two, you both sat and talked, learning new things about one another.

You found out Agatha was a witch, not just any witch but a very powerful and quite feared one at that, yet you weren’t even the tiniest bit scared of her, even though you’ve only just met her a few hours ago, you would trust her with your entire life. She was captivating, how could someone branded so evil be so soft and warm hearted?

Agatha had learned a lot about you and your past. She could see past the walls you kept up, you were just as vulnerable as her yet you both would never let anyone know.

With more time passing the drinks kept flowing.

You made yourself get closer to Agatha, practically straddling her. You whispered into her ear. “Oh won’t you lay back for me, my dear.”

This caught Agatha by surprise but it didn’t stop her from doing as she was told.

She laid down, back flush against the couch.

“Good girl.” You said, moving towards the lime, salt and tequila.”

Agatha looked slightly confused but decided not to mention anything.

You stood beside her, admiring the view very briefly before unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her bare chest.

Oh what a sight to see, you thought to yourself.

You took the lid off the tequila and poured it into a shot glass before placing it upon Agatha’s stomach.

“Do not move, not a single muscle.” You said.

She realised very quickly what your intentions were and she’d be lying to herself if she denied to being turned on even in the slightest.

You continued setting it up on this gorgeous canvas you had right instinct of you, salt on the neck and a lime in the mouth.

You made yourself way back down to her stomach and picked up the shot glass in your mouth, tipping your head as far back as it would go making sure not to leave anything in the bottom.

You slowly made your way up to her neck leaving trails of kisses along her chest as you went, once you reached the neck you slowly licked away the salt. You placed one last kiss on her neck before moving closer to her lips. You looked at the wedge of lime placed between her lips but you just didn’t feel satisfied.

Agatha looked surprised at your hesitation not having any idea as to why you were.

Then it hit her or should I say bit her, you sunk your teeth into her neck, taking some of her blood for yourself.

You could have sworn you heard a silent moan come from her lips.

She tasted so good, she was definitely worth the wait.

Agatha just lay there for a moment, she couldn’t believe what had just happened and before she had the chance to comprehend it, you took the lime out of her mouth ever so gently making sure your fingers stayed close to her lips and then kissed her. You wanted her to taste just how good her own blood was.

After a couple of minutes you pulled away and used the lime, it was the perfect palette cleanser.

“Holy fuck Y/N sweetheart, that’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me!”

You just looked at her and grinned before going in for another kiss, you just couldn’t help yourself. She was just so gorgeous.

You wanted to taste her again but you refrained.

Meanwhile, Agatha took another shot about 5 minutes ago and ever since then she’s been asking you to bite her again.

She tried to say it’s because it provided a sense of intimacy but it was really just because she missed the sensation but you were aware of that.

Your protests didn’t last too long as all you wanted to do was taste her again and who were you to deny you both of such pleasure even if it did only happen because Agatha seemed so desperate.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #Agatha harkness x reader #vampiress reader #agatha harkness fic

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 year ago

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It was only supposed to be a one-night stand (Part 1)

TW: suicide attempt, mentions of self harm, smut (kinda), yandere shenanigans

okay i mayyy have made this after like seeing a bunch of hot construction workers around my campus doing tinkering and shit and my saviour complex is also kinda flaring up too

and also this is my first ever cringefail yandere, he's not rich and he barely has connections and mans was suicidal

enjouy

Part 2

Everyone doesn't know why you didn't just block him, call the cops on him, or just... anything! You don't either.

This man has been following you around for months now. Leaving you flowers on your office desk, dropping parcels of gifts in front of your door, and visiting your workplace to give you boxes of freshly made takeout.

He's not much of a talker. Maybe it's because he can't exactly speak English well. But that was the only language he had ever spoken or written in before, as far as you know.

He's definitely intimidating everyone around you. Standing at an imposing height of what you think is 6'5, his back alone is usually enough to block the sun from your eyes. With his shaggy, brown hair covering his eyes, unkempt stubble covering his face and scruffy clothes; he usually wears an olive green shirt under his very worn chore jacket and a pair of shabby khaki pants. The man wears a pair of mildly tattered combat boots. He isn't ugly, perse, but he definitely isn't the standard of beauty in society. Your stalker has this rugged and disheveled vibe to him that some may like and most look down upon.

You think he's homeless, living in his beaten car and going to public gyms to shower. You've never seen him eating something he cooked himself, it's either he's eating something out of a styrofoam box, or a package good from convenience stores.

But he isn't unemployed. You know he is a construction worker, you caught him many times staring at you longingly as you hasten your pace, fleeing the soon-to-be shopping complex near your office. He was carrying a heavy set of wooden planks on his shoulder effortlessly, the stranger wiped his sweat using the back of his hand before adjusting his hard hat.

You didn't know that he worked in this field when you first met him. You always had a good heart... or at least a heart that simply cannot handle bystander guilt.

You were walking towards the subway one day, and it was late because you agreed to work overtime. The sky was pitch black, and the only thing that illuminated the path ahead was the lamps swarmed by millions of moths.

Entering the tunnel, there were only a few people around; either waiting for the train, for someone, or for a miracle. Regardless of what they're there for, they're all occupied in their own little world.

You were about to be immersed in the world of social media too, but your blasted phone died. So you're forced to stand in silence and become aware of your surroundings, nothing to numb yourself from the daily mundaneness.

And it was this awareness that led you to notice the man in the first place. You were guarded, taking a few steps away from him as he seemed extremely intoxicated. He was swaying and stumbling, in his calloused hand, held a brown glass bottle with liquid sloshing in it. The man was mumbling something, but it was too soft and incoherent for you to hear. He kept wiping his face using the back of his knuckles.

He, just like everyone else except you, is in his own personal hell too. He spared no attention for you or anything else except his own drunken stupor, so you deem it relatively safe to watch him from where you're standing. The stranger is your only source of entertainment at the moment anyway, the train is coming soon, so why not watch him for a bit more and laugh at him internally for being at his lowest? Certainly, it would never happen to you.

You were snapped out of your own thoughts when you saw him going dangerously close to the ledge, crossing over the yellow line. At the same time, the sounds of wind rushing and rumbling reached your ears, if he falls onto the rails, he will definitely be done for. You looked behind your shoulder and saw bright lights coming from one end of the tunnel, calculating that you only have a couple seconds to make your decision.

You shouted for his attention, catching it and a few others around you. He stared at you with bloodshot, glassy eyes. However, he lost his footing and was about to fall to his ultimate demise.

The adrenaline rush amplified by the roar of the train wheels made you propel your feet toward him. You stretched your arm, grabbed him by the back of his jacket, and yanked him out of the danger zone with all your might. It definitely wasn't easy to move this hunky mass at all, but you did. And you saved him just at the nick of time, as the train rushed by, blasting a gust of wind against the two of you.

You must have underestimated your strength because he was flung back at high speeds. He grabbed your arm by instinct, trying to re-balance himself, and brought you down to the grimy subway floor with him.

You groan as you rush to sit up, cradling the arm that made contact with the ground. Scowling at the stranger for pulling such a stupid stunt in his inebriated state, upset that now you had a few pairs of judging eyes on you. You froze when you saw his eyes though, a unique glimmer made its way to his dark irises. His mouth is slightly ajar, he is staring at you with such intense reverence and adoration which you mistake as a mere alcoholic's intoxicated stare.

You screeched when he suddenly emptied the contents of his stomach on your work blouse. Shouting angry curses at him as his head was slumped to the ground and his eyelids shut.

You got up and tried to swipe as much puke away from you as you ran to the train. The last you saw him that night was in an extremely pathetic state, unconscious in his own puddle of vomit, a bottle of booze rolling away from him. People either crossed over him or walked over his body, sparing a few glances of pity or contempt before boarding the train themselves.

You thought that you were never going to see him again, with that much alcohol in his system, you would be surprised that he could even remember his own name. And you couldn't be more wrong.

A few days after that, you were in the same station, taking the same train because your boss needed you to finish the report by that day. This time, you're exhausted. Not sleeping, eating or enjoying your hobbies puts a toll on your energy levels, what a surprise.

You were nodding off in the train, struggling to keep yourself awake.

Maybe if you let yourself doze off, you'll wake up just in time for your stop. And so, you did, you let yourself drift into slumberland.

It was a mistake.

You were harshly woken up with a torch shining in your eyes and a booming voice telling you that the both of you have to leave, as this is the last stop. Lifting your head from a headrest, which actually was someone's broad shoulder. But you didn't realize that.

You were still half asleep, groggily and hastily gathering your things, not registering that the employee was also referring to another person in your proximity.

You muttered a small good night to the staff before exiting the train, yawning and stretching. Smacking your lips as you realized that your briefcase wasn't with you, must've left it back on your seat. So you turned around and walked forwards, only to ram yourself onto what you thought was an oddly shaped pillar. Cussing under your breath as you stumbled backwards, rubbing your head.

You let out a shocked yelp when you realized that it's the man instead. You were about to say something to him but your eyes landed on his side; he was holding the suitcase for you.

You stammered a quick thank you as you snatched it away from him, picking up the pace as you walked away. Howeever, you heard footfalls behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw him following closely behind.

Perhaps he is also looking for an exit, so you silently lead the way to the nearest opening. But as you walk, you start to wonder; did he purposely stayed on the train with you? If he had to go somewhere he would have gotten off by then, if this was his stop, he would have left before the lights went out.

Finally, having to breath in fresh air once you exit the dusty station, you turned to look at him. Trying to discern which way is he heading.

He isn't moving. The man stood next to your side, staring straight ahead. As if he's waiting for you to take another step. After a few more seconds of idling, he turned his gaze to you.

Understandably being creeped out by this, you told him not to follow you. He blinked a couple times before continuing to stare.

Sighing, you asked him if he is lost. And you got no response.

You asked him if he is stupid. And you got no response.

Not giving a shit anymore, you picked a direction and walked. It's a long walk home and there will not be any trains left until the sun rises. As expected, he followed you all the way.

He is useful in warding off midnight catcallers and other seedy individuals that hang around alleys and empty streets. Who wouldn't be wary of him? He looks like he could easily pick them up by the scruff and fling them to the rooftops. But that means he could do that to you too, and that isn't comforting to know at all.

You reached home after an hour and a half of walking. The man is still on your trail, crowding you around the door as you unlocked it. You opened the door and immediately slipped in, he tried entering as well but you slammed it against his face. He watches you lock and latch your door through the window, he placed his hand on the glass and clawed at it a bit. You simply drew the curtains shut, praying hard that he isn't going to be there by sunrise.

Your prayers wasn't answered because you decided to check up on him an hour later. You saw him laying on the porch with his eyes closed and that tugged at your heartstrings a bit.

Maybe it's the sleep deprivation that is lowering your inhibitions, or you're just lonely and he doesn't look half bad. It could also be the cold one you cracked open that's screwing up with your soberness. Either way, you would have given yourself shit for opening the door and letting him in your house while the world is still asleep. If you get murdered, at least you won't need to go to work next week.

It was a blur, you remembered bits and pieces of his hands roaming your bare back, his cock impaling into you as he sloppily kissed you from the jaw to your neck. How his rough fingers fondled your genitals and how you were gripping your bedsheets as if your life depended on it.

Bouncing on him while you shoved your tongue down his throat was fun, especially when he wrapped his hand around the back of your head, preventing you from escaping him. Feeling the pleasant pressure on you as he pinned you to the firm bed. It was kind of him to shield your head with his hand from hitting the bedframe while he plows you from behind, iron gripping your hips with the other.

You remember starting it, demanding that he gives you something in exchange for staying a night here, you remembered pulling him into a deep, passionate, drunken kiss before he has a foot into the living room. You didn't give a shit about knowing his name or if he had any STDs, you just need to release a lot of frustrations.

You woke up hungover, with you being the small spoon while he held you tightly in his strong arms. They were littered in old scars, some clearly self inflicted.

You turned your head to see that he's still asleep, soft snores escaping his lips. Annoying to some.

Squinting as you let the sharp rays of light stab your eyes, you saw that your clothes and his were strewn all over the bedroom, the door wide open with a stray shoe resting next to it's hinges.

You looked at the clock and realized that you're going to be late. Being the workaholic you are, you shook the stranger in your bed awake. He was groaning and quietly whining about not wanting to get up, but shuts up as soon as you hurled his clothes at his face.

He shot up and cowered behind his arms as you continued throwing his articles of clothing at him, telling him that he has to leave because you need to go to work.

While he's composing himself, you rush to the bathroom to take a quick shower, pretending the cold stream of water is washing away all your sins from the night before. You lather up some soap before scrubbing your skin, internally beating yourself up for your irresponsible choices.

A familiar pair of arms snaked around your torso as you're pulled back into a strong chest, a pair of lips decided to flutter smooches on your temple and ear. His hands explored your naked body, utilizing the suds and the water to give you that electrically tingling sensation.

Of course, this intrusion wasn't taken lightly. You screamed and kicked him out of the shower, telling him to leave your house. You caught a glimpse of his confused and crestfallen look in his eyes, paired with his dripping wet hair and sopping wet body.

You finished your business, threw on a set of fresh clothes and rushed out of the door. And definitely dragging him out of there with you too, not giving a crap that he was in the middle of wearing his shirt.

You ran as fast as you could, wanting to catch the next train. And so did he, he chased after you and squeezed himself into the carriage.

Everyone was also rushing to work, there were no seats left nor were there any standing spots. Shoulders were bumping shoulders and the shorter passengers were at an all time disadvantage. You couldn't reach the handles; but he could.

As the door closes, the man held you close to him and rested his free hand on the small of your back. To outsiders, you and him looked like a run of the mill couple having each other. They couldn't be more wrong, you don't even know a single thing about him.

You just endured it, having no choice but to stick next to him. He yawned and frowned, looking quite displeased that he was not in your bed. Well, that's his fault, no one forced him to follow you back home, and no one forced him to stick himself inside of you.

Among the busy chatter in the train, you and him stayed silent. Gradually feeling comfortable in each other's embrace.

You mumbled curses under your breath, he knows where you live and he is going to know where you work. Couldn't this year get any worse?

As soon as the doors open, you make a mad dash out of the station. Running as fast as you could, not caring who you had to shove to clear your way.

You never looked back, but you made sure to take as many detours as possible to mess with his direction if he somehow managed to catch up to you. But your lungs and your out-of-shape-office-worker legs can only take you so far, you reach a nearby tree in a park next to your building.

You panted as you scanned your surroundings, only seeing the elderly, children, athletic adults, and their pets. No sign of that man you slept with last night.

You took a couple more minutes to catch your breath, knowing fully that your boss would chew you up for being close to an hour late. Whatever, you're here now. Let's earn your salary.

So you walked, it's just a couple minutes away. Nothing else should go wrong today-

You had an incredulous look on your face when you saw him loitering at the entrance. Your colleagues glance him up and down, some admiring the way his muscles slightly stick out of his shirt, some wondering what an unkempt hunk like him is doing in front of such a corporate, sanitized venue.

There was no way to sneak past him, you just had to face him. It was... cute that his eyes lit up as soon as he saw you. So you sighed as you marched up to him, requesting him to leave you alone as politely as you could. There was an edge to your tone, he must either be oblivious to it or he's simply choosing to ignore the fact that you're unhappy with him here.

During mid-sentence, he presented you with a paper plate that had a hotdog on it. You were speechless, it had everything on it: ketchup, mustard, relish, pickles, mayonnaise, cheese, Jalapeño slices, onions, beef chili, and other heaps of things that you couldn't identify. With the number of toppings, you couldn't tell that it was a hotdog in the first place, it was just a mountain of random savory foodstuffs. Your eyes darted to his other hand, it also had a hotdog wrapped in a napkin, except his one only had relish.

"I didn't know what you liked..." He mumbled, voice so deep that you could feel the vibrations in your own chest. The man looked at you with hope, wanting you to accept the plate of everything as breakfast.

You shook your head and said you were late to work. Pushing him away from the door before entering the building, some of the topping amalgamations spilled onto his shirt. Probably staining it forever with its oil content.

He stood there with a frown, he craned his head downwards to stare at the spill.

Then, he looked back up to see that you were out of sight. His shoulders sagged as he placed his own hotdog on top of your plate of horrors.

The man walked away as he pulled out a plastic spoon that he tucked in his pocket, it was given to him by the vendor because it is impossible to eat your order with hands.

He began digging in, throwing one last glance at the main door behind him.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #tw sex mention #tw self destruction #tw suicide attempt

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mori233 · 1 year ago

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!𝐅𝐄𝐌.

𝑻𝑾: 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒆𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑.

•Alastor Arawn, known as the most feared and respected hitman in the criminal underworld, was an imposing figure. With his impressive appearance, he was a handsome man, tall and with a strong and toned physique. Always dressed in an impeccable black suit, his deep blue eyes like the ocean stood out on his face, highlighting his prominent dark circles. His black hair was always perfectly groomed.

• However, behind this intimidating appearance, Alastor carried a difficult and abusive life story. He had never known true love, except for the crumbs his broken mother had given him. Her voice echoed in his dark thoughts, reminding him that when he found someone to love, it should be different from his father. Never hurt, only love unconditionally, giving everything he had.

• Despite his solitary life, Alastor dreamed of having a normal life with someone to love. However, he knew that this was an unattainable wish given the world he lived in. Despite this, he continued to yearn for love, his heart aching at times, an eternal struggle against his thoughts.

• Despite his dedication to work, Alastor accumulated a considerable fortune. However, he never spent his money on anything, preferring to save it. This choice resulted in his rise to billionaire status, and he ended up buying a mansion in one of the city's wealthiest neighborhoods. The house was discreet, just like the people who inhabited it.

•Highly trained in the art of killing, Alastor always came out victorious in his missions. His life was constantly at stake in the dangerous underworld game, but he effortlessly eliminated his opponents. He was a constant threat to those who tried to take him down, always one step ahead.

•Alastor possessed a sharp intelligence for reading people, especially those who sought him out for their own gains. His keen instinct allowed him to identify the motivations and true intentions of anyone who crossed his path. He knew he couldn't easily trust the people around him, being cautious and always acting with extreme suspicion.

•Despite his painful and dark life in the criminal underworld, Alastor Arawn harbored a burning desire for love and a different life. He was a feared and respected figure, but also someone who longed to find someone who would love him unconditionally, accepting him in his entirety, including his inner demons. For now, he would continue his lonely journey, always staying alert and readily willing to protect the only thing that truly mattered: his own life.

•At least until you arrived, my beautiful wife, Alastor's story took on a new chapter. He remembered so well the first time he saw you, that memory was one of the most cherished among all he had by his side.

•On that day, Alastor was on one of his missions, tasked with eliminating a low-level criminal. However, there was a small problem: the target was about to perform in an orchestra concert. Alastor knew he had to act with caution.

•He entered the grand concert venue, a place lavishly decorated with the luxuries of society. Powerful individuals were present, but he knew they weren't from the underworld, as the government hid that reality from the population to avoid chaos. But Alastor was not there to dwell on that, he had a clear objective.

•Sitting discreetly behind the target, Alastor was able to appreciate the music that filled the room. Each instrument blended into a beautiful and enchanting melody. Curiously, as the music softly diminished, revealing even more incredible sounds, a new melody captured Alastor's keen ears. Definitely, someone stood out among all, maybe it was a piano, although the area where the person played was somewhat dark.

•The sweet and seductive melody touched the seemingly dead heart of Alastor. He was enchanted with every beat of his heart, just like the people around him who looked admirably at the new sound. Nevertheless, Alastor never forgot the real reason for being there, for having his target seated in front of him.

•Then, a light illuminated the skilled person playing the piano, revealing a beautiful woman elegantly dressed in a dress and high heels. Her fingers danced professionally across the keys of the black piano. Alastor opened his eyes, his heart racing as if it would burst. He was so enchanted to see you for the first time that, for a few minutes, he completely forgot his true purpose there.

•As soon as the performance ended, everyone stood up, including Alastor, to applaud standing up. His piercing blue eyes stared at every fiber of your being, he needed to find out more about you. As your target left, Alastor followed calmly, effortlessly, but his mind was completely focused on you, on the beautiful figure that seemed like an angel playing that piano.

•When the target passed through an alley, Alastor pulled out a gun with a built-in silencer from inside his suit and, with little effort, eliminated him. As soon as Alastor left the alley, the underworld "cleaners" quickly took care of cleaning the area and removing the target's body.

•Alastor became increasingly intrigued by you, perhaps that's the right word to describe his feeling towards you. He started investigating everything about you, attending all your piano performances. It was quite easy, considering you were a professional and extremely famous pianist.

•He always watched you from afar, but suddenly he couldn't stay away anymore. You became the only thing he would never allow to leave his life. Alastor collected information about you, discovering your likes, passions, your family, your favorite food, and even the address where you lived. He knew everything about you, while you had no idea who he was.

•The first time he approached you was strange. After one of your performances, you saw him, a tall man dressed in an elegant suit, approaching. Alastor was calm, though cautious. He found you so adorable, but the silence between you was awkward. Quickly, like a trained professional in various situations, he complimented you and gently kissed your hand.

•After that encounter, things started to go right for Alastor. The killer felt more and more enchanted by you. You were calm, reserved, and kind, rarely speaking. This made Alastor need to communicate more to get closer to you.

•However, one day, a man approached you and flirted shamelessly. This enraged the assassin. He smiled falsely kindly at the man and pushed him away from you. His mother's words echoed in his mind, no one would take you away from him. You were the only person he felt such strong and intense emotions for.

•Alastor had always lived a dangerous life filled with dark secrets. As a hitman, he learned to trust only himself and to hide his true intentions behind a charming mask.

•Alastor's feelings for you grew overwhelmingly, becoming stronger and uncontrollable. He was willing to do anything to keep you by his side, protected and safe from all the evil that could haunt you.

•As the days went by, you found yourself deeply enchanted by the mysterious man named Alastor Arawn. He was always present at all your performances, always watching you with a caring look. This gesture amazed you, and you couldn't deny that he was extremely handsome.

•The assassin, in turn, began to get more and more involved in your life. An idea began to take shape in his mind: to retire from the world of shadows and leave behind his life as a hitman. This decision was not easy, as it involved completing a mission considered impossible by many. However, Alastor managed to overcome it, showing his unmatched determination and skill.

•Alastor's retirement caused a great turmoil in the underworld of crime, after all, Joker had abandoned his career without leaving any traces or explanations. No one knew the true reason behind this decision, which further increased curiosity and speculations.

•After leaving everything behind, he finally entered into a relationship with you. Alastor was extremely affectionate, always spoiling, taking care of, and showing his love for you. You got married, becoming husband and wife, but even after the marriage, you never discovered your husband's true dark past.

•Alastor was skilled at hiding his sinful and dark emotions. You were his world, the beating heart that made him feel complete. He would do anything to ensure your safety, your love, and to have you by his side. To him, that was love. It was the kind of love he had always yearned for in his life, the love he thought he didn't deserve.

•Despite his gentle, patient, and understanding personality, Alastor also showed a certain level of paranoia. This was not surprising, given everything he had witnessed and faced in his life. He had tendencies of overprotection and traces of obsession, even after getting married. However, all of this could be overlooked with plenty of love and understanding. The issues that arose in your relationship were distinct.

•Alastor can also be an extremely dedicated husband. He is skilled in various areas. Alastor is also an excellent cook, cleans the house impeccably, and even knows how to sew. He always seeks to improve his skills to be useful to you.

•Furthermore, Alastor is extremely affectionate towards you. He loves to pamper you and showers you with care and attention. He takes pride in having you as his wife and sees you as the center of his world. Whenever possible, he whispers sweet words in your ear, reaffirming how special you are to him.

•However, beneath all this love and attention, hides Alastor's yandere side. He is capable of becoming obsessive and possessive to the point of becoming dangerous. He can't stand the idea of losing you or seeing you get involved with other people. These emotions can lead him to act violently or extremely to ensure that you are always by his side.

•"Mine, mine [Name], my goddess, my wife, I love how your fingers touch that piano. Can you teach me to play?."

#yandere x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc #yandere husband

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kk095 · 1 year ago

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Katie in Trauma

Katie was 28 years old, standing at 5’9 with a thick, sturdy build with wavy brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, a pretty face, thick thighs, and large, perky, natural breasts. Katie was from South Carolina, and was the epitome of a cute country girl, talking with a sweet southern drawl. Katie had lived out on the outskirts of town on a larger plot of land her family owned, and enjoyed riding horses.

Yesterday while riding one of her horses, she was ejected from the horse while riding, her thick frame being tossed effortlessly by the naturally strong animal. Katie had landed hard on the ground, hearing a loud snap in her right leg. Katie immediately tried to get up, but felt extreme pain in her right leg when she tried to put pressure on it, letting out a loud yelp and cry. The horse, which was still nearby, became spooked, and kicked Katie in the chest rather hard with its two back legs before scurrying off to who knows where. Katie felt something pop in her chest, and a deep, tearing pain started to develop inside her chest. She also felt a sharp pain whenever she inhaled. Due to the isolation of the area Katie was in, it took her quite awhile to get ahold of anyone she knew, let alone EMS.

With that said, Katie had arrived at the emergency department much later than she ideally should have. Katie now laid on the trauma room table underneath the harsh, fluorescent overhead light. She was in a c-collar on a backboard, stripped down to just her bra and matching underwear, her brown hair in a messy ponytail. Her right thigh was bruised and discolored, being splinted by EMS. She was absolutely terrified, on the verge of tears, taking rapid shallow breaths. Her eyes scanned the room full of complete strangers who barked orders and medical jargon at one another. The heart monitors were chirping loud and fast, creating a bit of anxiety for Katie. Katie had never experienced the level of pain she was in. Her right leg was very sore and sensitive, with a bit of throbbing. The tearing pain in her chest was 100 times worse than it was at the onset of the accident, and she still felt a sharp pain whenever she inhaled. The adrenaline began to wear off, and the pain intensified further. Katie started to cry hysterically, letting the pain and fear overwhelm her.

Dr Lindsay and Dr Sarah were in charge of Katie’s care, assisted by our usual team of nurses. Katie’s blood pressure was dangerously low and continuing to drop rapidly, and her heart rate was elevated. Katie’s bra was snipped off, allowing her big, perky breasts to spill out. This revealed a huge bruise in between her breasts in the center of her chest. Dr Lindsay lowered her stethoscope onto Katie’s bare chest and auscultated her heart and lungs. “muffled heart sounds, diminished breath sounds left side.” Lindsay informs Dr Sarah. With those findings on auscultation, the two doctors decided to follow up with a chest x-ray and an echocardiogram. The chest x ray displayed some bruising and swelling in the sternum along with some of her ribs, but couldn’t conclusively prove if there were or weren’t any fractures. The chest x ray also showed that there was a left sided tension pneumothorax with slight tracheal deviation. The echocardiogram was performed moments later, revealing cardiac tamponade with a possible cardiac chamber injury. “ok, let’s do a chest tube then a pericardiocentesis and go from there.” Dr Sarah decided, Lindsay nodding in agreement. While the chest tube tray was being set up, Katie cried hysterically. “I’m so scared… I don’t wanna die…” she moaned to nurse Nancy. “it’s ok sweetie, you’re in good hands.” Nancy replies in a soothing, reassuring tone, stroking the young lady’s hair a bit. “Don’t let me die…” Katie cried, squeezing nurse Nancy’s hand.

The chest tube tray was set up, and the doctors got things going. The left side of Katie’s rib cage was sterilized with antiseptic, and Lindsay picked up the scalpel. Dr Lindsay made a 1 inch cut in between Katie’s 4th and 5th ribs. Katie felt the scalpel’s every move, moaning and crying loudly, begging the trauma team to stop. The underlying fat and tissue was incised by Dr Lindsay, exposing the intercostal muscles. Lindsay used a large clamp to spread the intercostal muscles, then stuck her index finger inside the incision area to penetrate the pleura, and create an opening for the tube that was soon to be inserted. Lindsay clamped off the proximal end of the chest tube, and jammed it inside the small, 1 inch incision. Katie yelped and screamed, wincing in pain from the quick, but brutal procedure. When the tube reaches the correct location, air hissed out of the tube, and reestablished normal activity within the left lung. The sharp pain Katie was experiencing while breathing instantly went away.

After the chest tube placement, the next order of business was the pericardiocentesis. The large needle for the procedure was picked up by Dr Sarah, and immediately noticed by Katie. Her eyes widened, looking at the large, thin needle. “no way! Nuh uh! You’re not sticking that in me!” a terrified Katie said to Dr Sarah. “It’s gonna help you a lot! We promise it won’t hurt as bad as the last thing we did.” Dr Sarah replied, trying to reason with her. “no way! Do something different! You’re not poking me with that!” a terrified Katie replied. Dr Sarah was able to talk Katie off the ledge a bit, and started the procedure. The front of Katie’s chest was sterilized once again, and the ultrasound wand was placed over Katie’s heart to help guide Sarah during the procedure. Dr Sarah always preferred the parasternal approach for pericardiocentesis, even though most doctors nowadays use the apical approach. Sarah took the long, thin needle and inserted it in the 6th intercostal space at the left sternal border by the cardiac notch of the left lung. The needle was inserted at a 90 degree angle because this poses a lower risk of damaging the nerves and blood vessels in between the ribs. Katie wasn’t in a ton of pain during the procedure. She felt the pressure of the needle while it made its way into her chest cavity, along with a quick little pinch here and there. When the needle reached the correct depth, the needle was inserted through the pericardium, and the catheter was attached to the back of the needle. Dr Sarah then pulled the plunger on the needle, removing the excess blood in the pericardial sac. The catheter quickly filled up with 200ML of blood. Dr Sarah swapped the catheter out so additional blood could be drained. A few drops of blood started to get in Katie’s chest after the 2nd catheter became quickly overfilled with blood. “ok, 400ML of blood that quick is a bit much. I’m thinking we page the OR.” Dr Sarah says to Lindsay. The needle was removed from Katie’s chest, and the procedure concluded.

Before the team had the opportunity to contact the OR, Katie’s blood pressure began to take a nosedive, and she began to drift in and out of consciousness. “katie? Stay with us sweetie!” nurse Nancy said, doing a firm sternal rub. Katie’s eyes opened slightly, and tried to mumble something. Katie then began taking a few gasps, before coughing up a large amount of blood. Katie spit up a large amount of blood almost immediately after, and let out a calm exhale. Katie’s eyes were half open, glazed over, her mouth agape. Due to the quick change of events, it was decided that Katie would be intubated. An ET tube was navigated into her airway, being held in place with a blue tube holder once at the correct depth.

Within a minute or two after intubation, Katie had gone into cardiac arrest. Deep , violent chest compressions were started on Katie. Her big, perky tits jiggled around. Her chest caved in, and her flabby belly bounced outwards from the residual force the compressions. Epinephrine and atropine were injected into her IV line, trying to obtain a shockable rhythm since PEA was on the monitors. After the first dose of meds and first handful of minutes worth of chest compressions failed to restart her heart, Dr Lindsay made the decision to perform a thoracotomy on Katie. Betadine was splashed across Katie’s chest, staining it a brownish orangey color. A quick, crude incision was made in the 5th intercostal space beginning just to the left of the sternum, extended laterally across her chest, underneath her left breast, and ultimately ended up a few inches shy of her left armpit. The underlying tissue was quickly dissected and incised, creating an opening for the rib spreader. Next up, the finochietto rib spreader was placed into the large, fresh gash in Katie’s chest. The knob on the spreader was turned, forcefully prying her ribs apart. A popping and cracking sound filled the room in the moments her chest was being opened.

Once Katie’s chest was opened adequately, there was a large rush of blood. The wet slurping sound from the suction tube was heard while the team tried to create a good line of sight. While suction continued, Dr Lindsay placed a vascular clamp on the descending portion of the aorta near Katie’s diaphragm. A few additional attempts were needed to create a good line of sight. After a good view of the thoracic anatomy was obtained, a vertical incision was made in the thin, fibrous pericardium. Thick, gooey, coagulated blood exited the pericardial sac, having to be suctioned out. There was a large amount of clotted blood trapped inside the pericardium which took an additional 3 minutes to clear out all the way. Next, the pericardium was peeled back, and Katie’s boggy, fibrillating heart was delivered. Lindsay wrapped her hands around Katie’s heart, feeling it slide and squirm around in her gloved hands. Lindsay squeezed hard and vigorously, sending much needed blood throughout Katie’s dying body. A wet, rhythmic squishing sound was made from the internal massage the was being performed. Dr Lindsay massaged Katie’s heart for several minutes, and another dose of drugs were given, but nothing had changed.

Lindsay wanted to try her luck with the internal paddles next. The large, spoon shaped paddles were charged to 20 joules, lowered into Katie’s chest around her weakly fidgeting heart, and the first shock was delivered. A dull, muted thunk filled the room. Katie’s torso flopped abruptly before falling back limp. The ,20 joules shock had failed to change the situation, so another shock was delivered moments later at 30 joules. Katie’s torso jolted violently, her big tits shaking in response to the stronger dose of electricity. There still wasn’t any change after that second shock, so a third one was delivered moments later, also at 30 joules. A dull, wet thump was heard, followed by the heart monitors alarming loudly while Katie’s blue eyes remained open, staring up above lifelessly. Shock #3 didn’t do the trick either, so Lindsay upped the ante, delivering a fourth shock at 40 joules. Katie’s toes curled at the far end of the table, showing off the neon pink nail polish on her toes, along with the thick, soft, meaty wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 12 feet. V-fib was still winning the battle, so Lindsay shocked again at 40 joules, but was once again unsuccessful. The electric whirring of the internal paddles charging was heard, followed by a dull, wet thunk. Katie’s body jolted sharply on the table, but her heart continued fluttering erratically.

After 3 more unsuccessful shocks, Katie had gone into PEA, so meds were pushed into her IV line. Lindsay forcefully reached back into Katie’s chest and began vigorously massaging her heart. Lindsay could feel Katie’s strong heart twitching and fluttering in her hands. Lindsay squeezed and squeezed, doing anything and everything to restart Katie’s heart. After an additional 7 minutes worth of efforts, Katie had converted back to v-fib. Lindsay charged the paddles to 40, lowered them back around Katie’s heart, and delivered the next shock. Katie’s feet kicked around and slammed back down at the far end of the table, showing off the thick, soft wrinkles throughout her soles once again. The paddles were readied again, and another unsuccessful shock was delivered. Followed by another…and another…and another, and so on.

Ultimately, Dr Lindsay shocked Katie an additional 8 times with the internal paddles and maxed her out on drugs. At the 33 minute mark of the code, it was noted that Katie’s pupils were fixed and dilated. At that point, the trauma team ceased their efforts, calling time of death on Katie at 8:27pm while she was still in v-fib. The ambu bag was detached from the ET tube and the chirping, beeping, alarming monitors were turned off. The EKG electrodes were taken off of Katie’s chest, and a blue surgical drape was placed over the thoracotomy site, hiding Katie’s heart as it fired off its last few impulses. A cover was placed over Katie’s body, concealing the terrified gaze on her face. A toe tag was placed on the big toe of her left foot, which dangled against her big, wrinkly soles, signifying a tragic end to Katie’s time in our emergency department.

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detkhamani · 7 months ago

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A Lumani Father's Day

Featuring: The Smith family with mentions of others Location: Khamani & Luna's home Time Frame: Late afternoon, Father's Day 2024 Notes: A look into how Lumani and their kids spent Father's Day!

LUNA

"I can do it!" Cannon began climbing the kid's kitchen stool Luna and Khamani had purchased for him so that he could help with prepping certain dinners and with baking. It was just another favorite activity of his and he was extremely helpful. Ximena was down for a nap with Khamani after waking up at the ungodly morning hour. She had kept Luna and Khamani up so with it being Father's Day, Luna insisted that Khamani put her down for her nap and join her. Cannon was full of energy and she felt it would be the perfect timing to get the planned menu going for their favorite big guy.

"You can do it, huh?" Luna smiled when Cannon pulled the loaf of bread from the bread basket and his kid's safety knife. She had already prepped some cheese empanadas as well as beef and chicken ones. There were some appetizers in the oven and she was about to start the smoothies when Cannon came up with the idea of his menu, wanting to show his dad that his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were the best in the business. With Luna's help, he uncovered the peanut butter and the jelly and went to work with spreading them onto the pieces of bread.

"Yep! I'll make one for you, for me and for daddy. Ximena can have some yummy stuff too but not peanut butter because that's dangerous." he looked up at his mom with a proud smile and Luna bent her head to kiss Cannon's cheek.

"That's right. Daddy and hermanita will be up soon so we have to start bringing all these goodies to the backyard. Did you get daddy's gifts together?"

"Mm hmm! and Abuelo too! He said he was coming tonight to see me and Ximena. Is that true?" Cannon topped the second sandwich before beginning the last one.

"Yes, around dinner time. Right now it's just us and we're surprising Daddy with a big meal for him and all the gifts we got him." Luna smiled at the overloaded sandwiches and then started the blender on a low setting. She glanced at the monitor, happy to see both of them stirring.

KHAMANI

Khamani had been peacefully sleeping with Ximena softly snoring in the cosleeper. He didn't nap often but when he did, it was usually with one or both of his kids. With today being Father's Day, he was happy to spend it with his family. He knew there were dads who liked spending Father's Day away from their families going fishing or golfing or just not having to engage much with the people who made them fathers. And while he didn't judge them for it, that wasn't how he found himself wanting to spend what would be his second time celebrating the holiday as a father. Kendra and Tyla would celebrate him as an uncle and father figure, and he knew he would see them later that day, but this time with his family wad valuable to him. Even if he'd spent an hour or so of it sleeping.

It was Ximena's growing restlessness that stirred him awake and told him she would be awake soon too. He opened his eyes and watched her go through her waking routine of turning her head side to side and rolling from her side to her stomach before getting in the push-up position with her sleepy face gearing up for cries. He heard her panting and some distressed whines escaped her lips before he reached out and effortlessly lifted her from the co-sleeper. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty." Khamani rolled onto his back and held her to his chest as she sleepily blinked and settled down from her initial crying. "You weren't ready to wake up yet, huh?" He chuckled and kissed her dark head of hair before sitting up with her held in his arms. She cuddled against his chest, nearly scrunching up like she did as an infant. When his hand cupped her bottom for support, he glanced down at her. "Well, stay dry probably woulda let you sleep longer, huh?" He chuckled a little and got off of the bed, walking over to his and Luna's dresser where some diapers, wipes and a few of Ximena's clothes sat. He took what he needed and then returned to the bed, gently setting Ximena on her back to change her.

Once Ximena was changed and situated in her day clothes again, Khamani picked her back up and opened the bedroom door. The aroma that hit his nose piqued his curiosity but it had been relatively quiet. Brows furrowing, Khamani calmly called out, "Babe? Cannon?" He was walking toward the kitchen but the glass wall that overlooked the backyard gave him insight into the whereabouts of his wife and son. He smiled seeing them and then kissed the top of Ximena's head. "Let's go down and see what mama and brother are up to, hm, mija?" He walked downstairs and, after slipping on some shoes, made his way to the backyard. "What've we got here?" He asked.as Ximena lifted and turned her head, quickly breaking out in a bright smile at the sight of her mother and brother.

LUNA

After pouring the smoothie into a pitcher, Luna and Cannon brought all the food outside to the backyard. She asked her son to stay in the yard so she could bring out anything that was missing including all the gifts they had for Khamani. She wanted to ensure her husband had gifts from both their children and her. Once they had set the table she sat down beside Cannon who was now adding goldfish crackers to a paper plate. "You did an amazing job." She kissed the top of her son's head and when she heard Khamani approach, Luna smiled widely, holding her arms out for Ximena. "Oh hello there! Did you guys have a good sleep?" Cannon immediately ran to Khamani and hugged his father from the side wishing him a Happy Father's Day for the hundredth time so far. When Luna took the baby from her husband, she looked up at him, asking for a kiss. Cannon took his hand to guide his dad around the table. "Mama and I made you lunch! She made empanadas and baby quiches and pigs in a blanket and taquitos and I made peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches for the main course." He was so proud of himself.

"We also made smoothies! So I hope you come with an appetite!"

KHAMANI

Khamani was still taking in all the foods as he answered his wife, "I did, yeah, and I think Ximena did too." She'd rubbed her eyes.and then reached out for her mommy. Khamani passed her to Luna and then bent to meet her lips. "Thanks for this, Sunshine," he murmured just before Cannon gave him a tour of the spread around the table. "Wow, you two, this all looks too good." He looked down to his son and said, "I hope you're gonna help me eat this." He knew the food wasn't all for him but figured the suggestion would excite the little boy. He smiled a little more and bent to kiss the top of Luna's head. "Babe, this is all great. You and Cannon really outdid yourselves with all this. Thank you two." He picked up Cannon, held him for a hug and then took a seat on the picnic bench with Cannon now in his lap. "What should we start with?" he asked, looking from his wife to their son.

LUNA

"Aw, good." She kissed her husband, a giant smile forming on her face. "Well, the best dad in the world deserves the best day in the world." Luna giggled softly when their daughter reached for her, swinging her a bit in her arms, enjoying the giggles that came from Ximena. Cannon was excited to help Khamani eat all the food that had been spread out for them. Immediately, he reached for a baby quiche and placed it on a paper plate but waited for his father to make his choices. "You're welcome, babe. Cannon is very proud of his PB and J!" Luna pretended to attack her daughter's cheeks and blew little raspberries onto them, laughing along with her. "You had a nice nap with daddy? Yes!" When Khamani sat down with Cannon on his lap, Luna moved to sit beside them and tore apart a cheese quiche for Ximena to much on. "Empanadas!" Cannon answered his dad. "And quiches!" Luna smiled at Cannon's reply and reached for the fruit smoothie pitcher to pour into cups for everyone. "Good choice, bud! You're going to love them, babe."

KHAMANI

Khamani raised both brows while smiling to his wife, "That's high praise right there. Thanks, Sunshine." He watched Luna and Ximena for a moment and then set his focus on Cannon while he went through the different foods on the table. In truth, Khamani had been hungry; breakfast held him over until right about now so the timing was perfect. He looked at the very filled sandwich and feigned surprise as he looked to his son, "You made that? For me?" He gave Cannon a little hug with his arm around him while he sat in his lap, and his free hand reached for a plate. "Well then I gotta start with that. He picked up the sandwich and added some empanadas and quiche to his plate but asked Cannon in a conspiratorial manner, "Do you wanna share some of the PB and J with me?" He pulled the sandwich apart and with the uneven split, gave the smaller portion to Cannon while he took a healthy bite of what was left in his hand. Once his mouth was cleared of enough peanut butter he said, "I think this is the best pb& j I've had, little man. When school starts up, you might have to help mama and me with lunches." He took another bite and over the top of Cannon's head, winked to wife. "What kind of empanadas did you make, babe?" It didn't really matter to him since he was going to eat them regardless but he'd been curious enough to ask.

LUNA

"Some may say we're biased but I like to think the Smiths are just an honest bunch." Luna grinned and chuckled as Cannon nodded in agreement with his mom. Cannon kept bobbing his head to respond to Khamani, a giant smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He was so full of pride. "Yea! Mama only helped me with reaching the utensils" Luna smiled softly as she bounced Ximena on her hip and watched her two boys. Cannon bit into his quiche and offered a tiny piece to his sister who then began smashing it with her fingers. "Yes, please!" Cannon answered his dad and took the piece of the sandwich. He bit into it and then smiled even wider. "I'm a good cook, right dad?" The prospect of helping his parents with school lunches excited him. Luna kept her eyes on Ximena as she brought her pie crust-filled fingers to her mouth and then wiped her lips. "I made cheese ones earlier and just took the beef and chicken ones out of the fryer so they're nice and warm." She reached for a chicken one and pulled it apart, letting the shredded meat fall to the plate in front of her so that Ximena could try some too. "Okay, amorsito, let me grab your bib." Luna reached for the food catcher bib and then placed it on her daughter. "And the taquitos are chicken and ground beef. I saved some for our guests tonight if they're hungry later." She grabbed some pigs in a blanket and arranged them on her dish and away from Ximena. "Tell me what you think!"

KHAMANI

"That's facts," Khamani smiled and then chuckled with his wife. He was happy to see his son so proud of himself. "You did a good job, C. You'll have to tell your aunt and uncles about it when they come over later." He took another bite of the sandwich and then reached for one of the warm, beef empanadas. "Yeah, little man, you're a good cook. You were generous with your peanut butter which is how I like those sandwiches. So thank you." He hugged Cannon with one arm and then bit into the delicious empanada. After his mouth was cleared again, he turned to Luna, "And thank you, Sunshine. This has been a great Father's Day." He pecked the side of Cannon's head and then winked to his wife before chuckling at Ximena attacking the remnants of quiche in her hand. "How much did you get in your mouth, baby girl?" He reached for his smoothie to take a steady gulp and then said, "I think this was a great idea. And I know when the others come over later, they'll be hype for the extras."

LUNA

"Yes!" Cannon cheered at the idea of his uncles and aunt knowing about his skills. "You're welcome, daddy. We love you." Cannon reached for some taquitos and then took a sip of his smoothie. Luna was making sure Ximena was comfortable with the quiche crumbled in her fingers before her gaze met Khamani's. She smiled at her husband's gratitude. "You're welcome! We really wanted to make you feel special today. Cannon made a few things for you and we have a bigger gift in the living room once we're done here." Luna smirked as Cannon's smile widened. She knew that her son was busting to tell Khamani what his gift was but he was doing such a good job at keeping the secret. "And Ximenita here thinks you're the best daddy too." Ximena was kicking her little feet as she enjoyed her food. Luna bit into her empanada, enjoying the weather and her time with her family. "I can't wait to see everyone later! I'm glad we decided to have them over."

KHAMANI

"I love y'all too. Always will." He drank some more of his own smoothie and then listened to his wife, his smile lingering on his lips. "Mission accomplished. All of you made this a great day for me. I'm glad I'm getting to spend it with my family." Khamami had gotten used to treating Father's Day like any other day for the longest time, up until last year. Now, it was a day he looked forward to because it meant he was reconnected to a family of his own--something he hadn't really had for most of his life. He and Kendra had been each other's family for most of their lives, and Tyla was an incredible addition when she came along. But having his wife and his son, and now his daughter was still special but just different. Cannon and Ximena made him a father. Luna wasn't just his wife in name only. They were friends, lovers, and partners in parenthood and beyond. They made a home together that was filled with love, music, warmth and kindness. Their family dynamic was a stark contrast from the one he and Kendra grew up with and he couldn't be more thankful for that.

"Do you, baby girl?" Khamani asked, pretending to sound surprised as he bent to blow a raspberry to Ximena's cherub cheek. He followed it with a quick kiss and smiled when she giggled from it all. "Me too. It won't be anything too crazy which sounds like a good way to finish out the day." He polished off the empanada and then reached for one of the mini quiche for himself. "Since that'll be later. Do yall have something else planned before then ir do you wanna do something chill, like watch a movie in the living room or go for a walk later on, before it gets dark?"

LUNA

"Yay!" Cannon cheered and smiled brightly at his parents. "Told ya, mama. Daddy loved it." Luna reached over to massage his chin and flashed her husband a smile. She was so proud of her son and was glad that Khamani could take a nap with their daughter making it easy to get a few things done around the house. Getting into a rhythm with her family made her happy. She was able to balance her work life and be present in their lives and Khamani was doing an amazing job at doing the same. Sitting together, enjoying a meal in their yard, and celebrating her husband felt like a dream.

Ximena giggled when Khamani blew raspberries to her cheeks. It was one of her favorite silly things that her dad did. "Agreed." Luna loved having company and hosting their families. She was excited to see Kendra and Roman together and to see Tyla play with Cannon and Ximena. Seb and Leo were always a welcomed addition. "We have gifts but we can wait until after. A walk sounds really nice. If we wrap up here, I can get Ximena ready and Cannon would just have to get his sneakers. Cannon noded as he continued eating and then tapped Luna's thigh. "Can we do presents and THEN go for our walk?" Luna chuckled and looked up at Khamani. "I think that's a great idea. What about you, babe?"

KHAMANI

Khamani watched the exchange between his wife and son while reaching for a taquito to eat. Cannon slid off of his lap and sat in between him and Luna on the table bench, helping himself to another pig in a blanket. The intimate time with his family was priceless for him, and he was looking forward to their other family members coming over for a little while later too. But for the time being, he was enjoying the food and his wife and kids. After suggesting something else to do after, Khamani nodded to his wife and then smiled at Cannon's suggestion. "That's a good idea, C. When you're all done eating, I'll open my presents, alright?" He stuck the last bit of taquito in his mouth and then reached for his smoothie, as well as another empanada to enjoy. But in between eating and drinking, he bent his head towards Cannon and loudly whispered, "You wanna help me open my presents?"

LUNA

Luna was so excited about the giant present in the living room that she hoped Khamani was too busy coming out to the yard to notice. She had a few smaller presents too but the big present had her smiling and anticipating. She was glad to see Khamani enjoying the food and Cannon as excited as she was. When Khamani posed the question about helping him with presents to their son, the little one nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Mama has a big present in the living room but I'll get the small ones from me, Ximena, and Mama." He kissed his father's cheek before running toward the screen door where the presents had been lined up. He gathered them all and returned skipping with a big smile on his face.

"He has been waiting for two weeks and I know he's about to explode with joy. Look at that face." Luna gestured toward Cannon as he skipped back tot he table.

"Okay!" Cannon took a deep breath. "Open this one first! It's from me and Ximena!" He pushed a blue bag with Max and Goofy on it and grinned. "Mama found that bag for you."

KHAMANI

Khamani cast his son and then his wife a quizzical expression when Cannon said that Luna had a big surprise for him in the living room. He’d only briefly glanced in there when looking for his wife and son earlier, but he hadn’t looked all that hard considering it was clear that they hadn’t been in there. Now though, he was curious to know what he’d missed. When Cannon took off from the table, he smiled a bit but looked at his wife again and shook his head a little, “Yeah, he loves surprises. Wonder where he gets that from.” His expression became pointed as soon as he said this.

Once their son returned with the gifts, Khamani set down the remainder of the taquito he’d bitten into and started with the gift bag Cannon instructed him to. He smiled at the bag and then said, “Did you pick out the gift bag, little man?” He reached inside and took out the card, opening it and chuckling softly at the sight of the Bluey card. After reading it, he said, “Thanks, C,” and then leaned over to kiss Ximna’s cheek. “Thanks, baby girl.”

After propping the card up on the table, he reached inside the bag and took out the book. He set the gift bag down long enough to thumb through the book and then said, “This’ll be a good addition to the bedtime books.” He continued through with the gifts, enjoying each of the keychains, as well as chocolate bars. By the time he finished reading the backs of each bar, he was grinning softly. He placed the items back inside the gift bag and opened his arms for Cannon. “I love all of these. Thanks, Cannon.” And after dropping a kiss on the top of his son’s head, he held an arm out for Ximena to hold her and give her a couple of ‘thank you’ kisses too. He pretended to whisper to Cannon, “You wanna help me with those chocolate bars when I open ‘em?”

LUNA

Luna tucked her lips in when Khamani glanced at her and their son. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit, feeling a bit silly about the whole thing. She was so excited for him to see what was waiting for him in the living room. As she watched Cannon return with all the bags, she bounced Ximena on her knee, an innocent expression replaced her amused one when Khamani spoke about Cannon. It was nice to see that their son had acquired a lot of her personality traits over time.

She watched as Cannon interacted with Khamani and Luna reached for her phone to snap several photos of them and one when he kissed Ximena's cheek. "Mama found it for me! I told her I wanted Max and Goofy and we searched everywhere." Luna smirked and then mouthed "everywhere" as well. After Khamani had looked through all his gifts, Cannon leaned in for a hug and Luna let Khamani take Ximena into his arms. At the question of helping him with the chocolate bars, Cannon's eyes widened with excitement and he nodded. "Yep!"

After taking a few more photos, Luna took a moment to cover all the food and pitcher so that they could gather inside for the last gift. "I have a couple of gifts from me and a big one in the living room!" She excitedly stood up and gestured toward the inside of their home. "Come on!" Cannon was also jumping up and down as he pulled his dad gently.

KHAMANI

Hearing that there was a real search for the Max and Goofy bag, and catching Luna quietly affirm this made Khamani grin. "I'll take good care of the bag since Mama looked for it for you." He knew Cannon would happily help him with the Hershey bars and could only smile at the way his son’s face lit up at the offer. "Alright, as long as you make sure you keep brushing your teeth on a regular, you can help me with them when I open them."

After opening the gifts and thanking his family, Khamani lifted his brows a bit at Luna's comment. "A couple of gifts, in addition to what's in the living room?" He stood at Cannon's insistence, Ximena still in one arm, but his eyes were on Luna. "Babe..." He was curious and a little wary at the same time, already feeling plenty loved and appreciated by his wife and children. But once they were back inside the house and returned upstairs, Khamani saw what he'd missed before. "For real? A new TV?" His smile was broad as he looked from the new television to his wife. His eyes were reading the information on the box but as he did so, he asked Luna, "Do we wanna mount this or install the stands it came with?" He was looking forward to watching some games as well as some movies and shows on the new screen. "Wait, what do you wanna do with the old one?"

LUNA

"I promise!" Cannon didn't know if he was more excited about the prospect of having chocolate or about his dad seeing the big surprise in the living room. Luna followed the boys and Ximena. a giant grin pulling at her lips. "I'm not saying anything until you see it." She made her way up the stairs right behind them and when Khamani noticed the box, she gently took Ximena from him so that he could appreciate it. "Yes! We can mount it or whatever you want! The display is gorgeous. I really cannot wait until you see it." She bounced the baby on her hip, smiling as Cannon looked on with his father.

"Well, we can put it in our bedroom or see if any of our friends or family need it. Do you think Tyla needs a television?" Their old one wasn't completely outdated and Luna was sure someone would appreciate it. "What do you think?" She then walked to the couch, crouching slightly to reach for the gift bag that contained the jersey and some smaller gifts for Khamani. "And here is the last of it!" Luna placed a hand on her husband's back. "We love you, dad. Thank you for everything you do for your family."

KHAMANI

Cannon's joy was something Khamani always cherished, whether it was from learning something new, spending time with Luna or in this case, the prospect of getting chocolate. His happiness was so genuine that it was easy for Khamani to enjoy witnessing it. And when Luna kept quiet about the surprise in the living room, it only raised his suspicion more, despite the smile forming on his lips. Seeing that it was a television had certainly surprised him though. While he and Luna knew there wasn't anything wrong with the one they had, this new one was unquestionably nicer, not to mention bigger. "Babe," he said again, still reading the side of the box. He grinned some more and then said, "Yeah, I like the idea of mounting it. We wouldn't have to worry about somebody's fingerprints ending up on the screen someday." He said this as he approached Luna and lifted one of Ximena's hands to kiss her fingers.

Hearing her ideas on what to do with their old living room TV had him thinking a bit. "Eh, probably not. She's usually watching stuff on her tablet or phone, but we can ask my sister about it first." His hands were on his hips, thinking about them possibly moving the TV into their bedroom or considering which fi their friends might need a television, when he saw the gift bag Luna picked up. "There's more? Jesus, woman," he smiled, accepting the bag and bending to kiss her full in the lips. "Thank you, Sunshine." He opened it and grinned brightly at all it's content. And after putting it back inside, he heard his wife and said, "Thank you," again . He picked up Cannon and enveloped him in a bear hug, and then brought an arm around Luna, kissing her cheek as he hugged her. "I love you guys. And I'm glad for our family." He kissed Ximena's forehead and then dropped a kiss on Cannon's temple. "How about you get your shoes on while I put my gifts away, C man. When we get back from our walk, we can work on the TV situation and put on some Bluey til everybody gets here."

LUNA

Luna's smile grew at Khamani's 'Babe'. If was as if he was amused by the excitement she was portraying. "So, I went a little crazy." She chuckled and nodded her agreement. "It's definitely safer if we mount it." Luna watched as Khamani read the side of the box and Cannon behaved like an old man observing the box as well. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and took a quick photo of them. Ximena giggled when her daddy approached and Luna grinned. "Esta bebisita is all about daddy today, huh?"

When Khamani went through the contents of the last gift bag, Luna took a few more pictures and one big selfie with all of them. She moved Ximena to the pack and play so that she could help Khamani put his gifts to the side and put a small bag together for their walk. She made sure to get a bottle and some teething rings and diapers and wipes. Cannon excitedly rushed to get his shoes and when he returned with them on, they were all ready. Luna stole a few more kisses from her husband, wrapping her arms around him and smiling up at Khamani. "Happy Father's Day, handsome." She was glad to see him so happy.

#Luna #A Lumani Father's Day para

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hopelessbluebird · 1 year ago

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What're your favorite details about Gin?

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHEEHEHE thank you sis<3

Character

Gin is the port mafia’s best assassin only coming short of Verlaine (this man is literally called the king of assassins) she is extremely dangerous and fast, her kill count isn’t measured but she’s been in the Port for as long as her brother so it’s probably really high, estimated to be around the high hundreds, she is incredibly smart aswell as a fast thinker, the only people that can even come close to her skill hand to hand are Tanizaki Jun’Ichiro, and Tachihara Michizo, Gin isn’t an ability user, all of her skill is pure humanity, those two are and they struggled when fighting her, Junichiro only came close to giving her a struggle because of light snow and Tachihara only won because he was using his ability, had gained her trust and had staged a surprise attack.

and on top of that she’s incredibly calculating, she is caring when it comes to Tachihara, Hirotsu, and her brother, (sometimes Higuchi) and when Katai was following her she effortlessly lost him in crowds then went to dawn her mask and port mafia clothing as to escape.

Appearance

i am litterally tearing at the walls of my brain to explain this in a way that makes sense to me and the canon, it’s probably not right but stfu

so her boss (Mori) is literally that one creepy uncle, and she joined the port mafia when she was little, and she has that classic japanese beauty in canon, so it could be said she uses her bandages/mask to hide her face, on top of that the port mafia assumes she’s a dude (genderfluid Gin 🤭) and she uses it to her advantage, aswell as her looking like Ryūnosuke anyone could assume that they are siblings and use that to their advantage

her coat and basically her entire main outfit is reminiscent of Suribachi city (the slums) so either she is unashamed of where she comes from or she never really moved from that way of dressing, she wears these gloves that honestly probably help with her grip and comfort when she’s fighting, even in her day outfit she’s dressed for utility, her dress is light and she easily blends into crowds, i don’t believe she wore heels i think she wore flats but those are incredibly easily to move in, so her guard is always up, she knows when she’s being watched at all time and responds accordingly

Relations

her brother is Ryūnosuke and it shows. anyway she was trained by Verlaine Paul and Dazai themselves, and probably kouyou aswell. she’s one of the commanders of the Mafia’s guérilla squadrons, (The Black Lizard) and she’s close with Hirotsu and Tachihara as they’re the other commanders👍

#bsd #blue’s ask box 💌#blue hyper fixated again o7 #bsd Gin #Akutagawa Gin

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maashaktiyogbali · 5 months ago

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How Yoga Can Help in Stress Relief: A Guide—Maa Shakti Yog Bali

Life can sometimes feel overwhelming, can't it? Sometimes, it's work, family, or just never-ending to-do lists. From all directions, stress finds its way in. We get it—stress comes as part and parcel with life. It doesn't have to define your life. Firsthand at Maa Shakti Yog Bali, we've seen how yoga can help you deal with stress and give yourself a feeling of serenity and balance in the midst of chaos.

Understand Stress and Its Effects.

Having a surge of stress whenever we are challenged is quite understandable, yet the extreme ones could be dangerous for both our mental and physical health. Chronic stress might result in anxiety, depression, and sleeplessness, and eventually, even somatic diseases like headaches or cardiovascular disorders. This is the reason: finding ways to effectively deal with stress is central to human existence, and yoga presents a great holistic approach toward that very end.

How Yoga Helps You Manage Stress

Yoga is more than just a physical workout; it's a practice that brings the mind, body, and spirit in unison. Following is how it works to melt away stress:

Connecting the Mind and Body:

Yoga makes us present in the moment. In case you are focusing on your breath and moving your body, that alone will help calm your nervous system right away. Just this act of focusing on your breath can trigger your body's relaxation response, allowing you to become more at ease.

Deep Relaxation—Encouraging

Styles like Hatha and Yin Yoga are great for reducing stress. These more gentle practices allow you to slow down, holding a bit longer in the pose and really tuning into your body. It is as if to press the 'pause' button of life, allowing your body and mind to take a break from all chaos.

Incorporating mindfulness, meditation:

Mindfulness is being present, so the majority of yoga practice is involved with mindfulness. Through this mindfulness practice in yoga, you will begin to train your mind for peace and concentration to be applied in life whenever the situation becomes overwhelming. The meditation is done post-exercise, where one can work through the thoughts at large, thus quieting the mind and subsequently reducing stress.

Physical movement for the release of tension:

Practice yoga postures to alleviate physical tension and stress. This will increase the production of endorphins, which are those natural chemicals in the body that lighten your mood. Besides, the gentle stretching and toning in yoga will leave one with better circulation, so you will feel more energized and light, not weighed down by stress.

Improved Sleep:

If the stress remains awake, so are you; hence, yoga can help. These practices, like Yoga Nidra or restorative yoga, are particularly aimed at soothing your mind and body, which will therefore support falling asleep effortlessly. And we all know how a good night's sleep works on our stress levels.

Creating a Support System:

Yoga classes can be a beautiful way to connect with others on the same journey. When you connect with a supportive community, you may feel less alone and empowered to face life's challenges.

How to Get Started Using Yoga for Stress Relief

You don't have to be a yoga guru to begin enjoying its benefits. Here are some super-simple, no-fuss ways to bring yoga into your life:

Start Slow: If you are a complete beginner to yoga, start with more gentle styles, such as Hatha or Yin Yoga. Those are really good for beginners and truly work well for stress relief. Make It a Habit: The bottom line is that it needs to be regular. Even if you have time only for 10-15 minutes a day, regular yoga practice can make a big difference in how you deal with stress.

Bring Mindfulness into Everyday Life: Bring mindfulness into your everyday life—not just during a yoga practice. Even a few breaths can help ease stress.

Try Different Styles: You won't be afraid to try different yoga styles. Perhaps in some dynamic Vinyasa flow, you get energy, or maybe restorative yoga is what you need to relax.

Join a Community: The incentive and motivation to practice with others can be huge. Join either a local class or a group of yogis online and keep moving while staying connected and inspired.

Final Thoughts: Finding Peace Through Yoga

At Maa Shakti Yog Bali, we have witnessed how yoga works magic upon lives by stress management and balance within, a step ahead toward creating well-being. We believe that everybody deserves to feel at peace, no matter what life throws their way.

If you're ready to take the next step on that journey, go ahead and review our classes at Maa Shakti Yog Bali. Our serene environment and supportive community can help further your practice, find relief from stress, and live more harmoniously. Remember, stress is a part of life; however, with yoga, you hold that force within yourself to be able to manage it graciously and easily.

#yoga #yogainspiration #yogapractice #yogaposes

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ameliachxvalier · 4 years ago

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#hanakanazu #⟨⟨ effortlessly beautiful but extremely dangerous — 「 face. 」 ⟩⟩#underused fc

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kiarasmaybanks · 3 years ago

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tag dump part 2 !

#* ⟢ KIARA CARRERA ❮ visage ❯ ━━ ❝ effortlessly beautiful but extremely dangerous !#* ⟢ KIARA CARRERA ❮ isms ❯ ━━ ❝ like a missile on a mission !#* ⟢ SARAH CAMERON ❮ visage ❯ ━━ ❝ a face straight out a magazine !#* ⟢ SARAH CAMERON ❮ isms ❯ ━━ ❝ brave and strong and broken all at once !#* ⟢ JJ MAYBANK ❮ visage ❯ ━━ ❝ put on your war paint !#* ⟢ JJ MAYBANK ❮ isms ❯ ━━ ❝ my heart is gold and my hands are cold !

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sancrevm · 3 years ago

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seventeen hip hop unit: how they would react to you setting up a cute date

song recommendation: heaven’s cloud by seventeen

note: i got my rook and conch pierced recently so what better way to distract from the pain than writing cute scenarios <3

seungcheol: after waking up to a day of no work required, all seungcheol wanted to do was snuggle up in bed with you, a classic movie on in the background and enough food to satiate your stomachs for the entire day. it seemed, however, when he awoke to your usual presence beside him gone that his long awaited plans would be put on hold. he immediately reached for his phone to call you, but a message sent by you detailing a string of words with your location and an insistent text to come quick sent him into a panic instead. poor seungcheol thought that the multiple use of exclamations meant you were in some danger and so he got dressed as quickly as possible and practically ran to the place you told him to meet you. what he didn’t expect to find was you sat on a blanket in the middle of a quiet park, a basket that was evidently filled with food beside you as you constantly looked around to find the one person you loved most. after taking in the scene — and how effortlessly beautiful you looked under the natural light — seungcheol made his way towards you, “y/n, never scare me like that again. i thought you had been kidnapped or something!” after he embraced and kissed you, you laughed at him. “kidnapped? cheol, i set up this cute date before you woke up because i knew that if i stayed in bed, there was no way you would let me leave.”

wonwoo: after a dawning day of practice, the last thing he expected was to come home to a huge blanket fort encasing the entirety of yours and his shared living room. a numerous amount of lit candles dotted the floor with red rose petals covering almost every inch of the wooded floor. the fort held many fluffy blankets that if it wasn’t for your sudden cry of shock as you came from the kitchen, wonwoo would’ve guessed you were hidden beneath them. two glasses of wine was gripped in your hand and wonwoo couldn’t help but admire the pout that was on your face, “wait, no! you were supposed to come home later, i’m not finished. now the surprise is ruined.” “baby,” wonwoo spoke, making quick strides to close the distance between you and envelop your face in his hands while he appreciated every inch of you. “this is more than enough. thank you, my love.”

mingyu: you couldn’t have chosen a more opportunistic moment to have surprised him. a new seventeen album had released and with that breaking previous records of theirs. with mingyu and the rest of his members being on cloud nine, he never would’ve guessed the surprise you had for him at home. he opened the door to yours and his apartment calling your name with such eagerness, when he didn’t receive a response, he began to grow concerned. he was ready to search every room for you before his attention snagged on a letter laying on the kitchen countertop; it was surrounded by a ton load of daises ( mingyu’s heart pulled a little at the small detail of you remembering his birth flower ). immediately reaching for it, he opened the letter to find a reservation letter for two. albeit reading a bit too fast, mingyu at last understood that you had booked a small weekend getaway for the two of you in a cabin. he didn’t have much time to digest this information before you had entered the room, body fresh from a recent shower. you barely had time to congratulate him on the new album before he crossed the room, picking you up with ease and spinning you around, muttering, “you’re the best partner i could ever ask for.”

vernon: as usual, vernon and the rest of seventeen had been extremely busy the last couple of weeks. usually vernon would had time to shred for you, whether that be staying up late, cuddling and sharing the day’s experience or holding each other in comfortable silence in the morning. yet the already limited time in which he saved especially for you was beginning to cut even shorter to being completely non existent. he would come home late when you were already fast asleep and leave before you awoke in the morning, to say you missed your boyfriend would be an understatement. and so to give vernon a break from the repetitive lifestyle of being an idol, you messaged seungcheol and asked for vernon to miss out on a day of practice. the leader immediately agreed, mentioning that recently vernon had a constant sullen look due to missing your presence. it took some time to figure out what you exactly wanted to do with your boyfriend, but then you remembered how excited he had been a couple weeks back about a new film that was due to come out this weekend. immediately booking tickets to the closest cinema, you laid the tickets on vernon’s pillow along with a precious note you wrote for him. upon seeing the surprise that evening, vernon felt both an overwhelming rush of guilt for not spending much time with you and a sense of intense love that could only be associated with you. not wanting to awake you, vernon placed a kiss on your cheek and made sure to thank you over and over that morning.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #svt fluff #seventeen hip hop unit #seungcheol x reader #wonwoo x reader #mingyu x reader #vernon x reader #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol fluff #wonwoo fluff #mingyu fluff #vernon fluff #svt hip hop unit #seventeen reactions #seventeen x you

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shadyteacup · 4 years ago

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May i ask fanfiction with dazai osamu and chuuya nakahara where fem! Reader aka their s/o falls asleep ln them and then they become SUPER OVERPROTECTIVE like somebody is like: i can take that pretty lady so you can rest and then they take a merf gun or some kind of weapon or like does something and are like: TOUCH HER AND YOURE GONE

Hey, there! This was fun to write!

Tw: Some blood in Chuuya's part, but nothing gory..

Lemme know if this is what u wanted ;)

Dazai

Dazai was looking out of the window, observing the passing scenery. He loved train rides. They somehow calmed him. Observing the fast approaching trees and watching them zoom past, was a favorite pass time of his. You and Dazai had gone to visit a client in the neighboring city, and Dazai had insited on traveling via train.

Both of you were sitting side by side, shoulders touching, as you shared one ear bud each. You were playing the music today. Your choice in songs was quite diverse. You could vibe to chaotic metal, noisy edm, soft guitar songs and famous classicals like Beethoven's Für Elise.

Today, you had decided to play soft songs. They had a calming effect. It was much needed too, as your mission had been quite tiring.

Dazai felt a weight on his shoulder. Moving his head to the side, he saw your sleeping face. Your cheek was smushed on his shoulder, and stray hair was strewn a over your nose and forehead.

He smiled softly at the adorable sight. He gently nuzzled his face on your head, craving your touch.

He was never so possessive and touchy before. You had completely changed him. Now, he couldn't stand being away from you for five minutes. He always needs to have some form of physical contact with you. It can be as simple as a touch of your shoulders, or your hand in his, or as elaborate as a bear hug, or a gentle kiss.

It was the rush hour, so you both had to share a booth. The man sitting opposite you both kept stealing glances at you. Dazai, ofcourse, noticed this. He decided to ignore it. He knew how beautiful you were. It was obvious that a beauty such as you would gather male attention. He had encountered so many men and women that had tried to woo you. But you had always stayed with him. You loved him, afterall. And he loved you. So he pretended to not have noticed the man's glances. Unfortunately, he can't control who should and shouldn't look at you.

"Nice woman you've got there, lad!"

The man spoke up. He was looking at Dazai, trying to get a reaction out of him.

Dazai merely glanced at him, giving him a look that said 'mind your business'.

The man shifted his full attention towards you.

Smirking, he leaned ahead a bit, trying to get a closer look at you.

"You wouldn't mind being a good boy, and sharing this lovely lady, would you?"

That was it. Dazai snapped.

The man felt a cool sensation below his jaw. He looked down to find himself face-to-face with the barrel of a gun. His eyes widened, and he gulped.

Dazai leaned forward, ensuring that you weren't disturbed, and spoke near the man's ear.

"Leave before I feed your brain to the stray dogs."

His low, dangerous voice, and murderous gaze was more than enough for the man to stumble out of the booth, and run away.

The slight movement and the man's scared apologies and 'Please don't kill me's stirred you awake. You blinked, looking at Dazai.

"What happened?"

He smiled at you, shaking head, and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Nothing, love. Needed to take care of a pest. Everything's alright."

You look at him, confused, but nod your head anyway.

"Ok."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Osamu :)"

Chuuya

"That's the last of them."

You say as you kick a man on the head, knocking him out.

Chuuya walks over to you, admiring the large number of men you had successfully neutralized.

"That's...amazing, love."

He pecks your lips.

You try to shove him away.

"I'm all bloody, Chuu!"

He grins, hugging you.

"So am I!"

You giggled, giving in and wrapping your arms around his waist. You and Chuuya had been tasked to take down an organization that was meddling in the Mafia's affairs. When you both got to the location, you realized that there were many more men than they had anticipated. It didn't matter, though, as both of you were extremely skilled at combat, and had strong abilities. It was tiring, nonetheless.

"You did such a great job, Y/N. I'm so proud of you."

Chuuya said as he kissed the top of your head. You were the most badass woman he had ever come across, and he was smitten. Your fearlessness and bravery always drives him mad. He loves it when you take control of the situation, and effortlessly drop your enemies to the ground. Swag practically flowed through your veins.

But everybody has a soft side, and he was the lucky guy who got to experience yours.

When you didn't answer back, he looked down, only to hear soft snores.

'Did she fall asleep? While standing up?'

"Y/N?"

He says softly, only to hear no response. He chuckled at your adorable form, and picked you up, bridal style.

He began making his way out of the now ruined building, avoiding the rubble and the multiple bodies strewn across the floor. He could have flown out of here, but he was too tired to use his ability.

On his way out, he encountered a woman. She seemed to belong to the organization. If he remembered correctly, she was one of their founders. He hadn't seen her in the place, so maybe she just arrived to the scene.

"Well, well, well! Look what we have here!" She said, taking a step closer and peering at you.

"What a beauty! Bet she'd look much prettier on my bed. Don't you think so, Mr. Executive?"

Chuuya snapped. He activate his ability. The woman felt a sharp object on her neck. Chuuya had used his ability to hold a dagger to her neck. Multiple blades floated in the air, a red glow surrounding them, as they aimed themselves at the woman.

She chuckled.

"Don't get me wrong, dear! You took everything from me. I deserve a good time, don't you think?"

Her smug smirk was wiped off her face when a teeth shattering punch shook her face. Chuuya stood before her, his blue eyes piercing into her with malice and poison.

She stumbled back into the wall, falling on the ground.

He walked up to her, grabbing her hair and forcing her bleeding face to meet his gaze.

"You want a good time?!! I'll show you how great a time you can have in the dungeons!"

She spat out blood.

Chuuya bent down to her level.

"I'll make you beg for death when I'm done with you."

He knocked her out, calling for backup to take her into lockup.

He looked back to see you sleeping soundly inspite of the ruckus he had just caused. He had used his ability to keep you floating safely in the air, and allowing him to move and strike the disgusting woman.

He smiled at you.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you, darling."

He said, softly kissing your forehead.

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sun-pluto · 4 years ago

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Moon-mars aspects have always been unpredictable but fierce. The moon is a tidal force of nature, she is gentle and fierce, powerful and soft. To connect your emotions, your inner (subconscious) needs to your passion, your will, your DRIVE and force, can stir up huge waves of energy that can be directed if developed. These people are driven by their emotions, and boy are they powerful. If not properly controlled, these are wild chaotic beings of nature, stirring up the emotions of others and themselves and leading to chaos and destruction at its worst. What they want, or in their eyes what they need, is theirs, and these people have potential to become extremely fierce and unstoppable at getting it. At their best, they are incredibly resilient and thoughtful, following their hearts to achieve whatever it is that they want while still being kind and connected to their emotions. They are unstoppable and awe-inspiring in the face of obstacles and setbacks. They grab attention effortlessly due to how strong their willpower is, they really shine like the moon when doing so. They are often known for their resilience by many, but in a hushed way, where people secretly admire and are inspired by them from afar. This aspect could be even more powerful than most other mars aspects when it comes to achieving what they want, not only because these people are not doing it for ego or social/public recognition, but it is simply what their heart wants. And that is why these people must learn to control their passion and drive, because being so ruled by their simple wants and needs can be incredibly dangerous.

Like the moon, their energy ebbs and flows. These people really need to listen to their needs at the moment, and take time for themselves when they feel drained or burnt out, because they are prone to huge bursts of energy that comes in like a tidal wave, and they complete many things at once and start projects, only for it to subside causing them to feel tired. Learn to listen to your inner voice, because it is this same inner voice that is pushing you towards your passions and goals. I cannot emphasise how powerful these people are, how resilient both in heart and mind, when they find something to believe in and fight for. The moon shines in the face of darkness, and these people do the same. At their worst, they are aggressive and turbulent, unstable and unpredictable as their heart is in turmoil, and so becomes their outer force of will and power. Their emotions bleed out like a soft wound, but they can be ruthless in achieving whatever it is they need or strive to protect in their hearts. At their best, they can really become gentle and powerful like the moon, where they honour both their emotions and their drive, and in the face of despair and darkness, still continue to be resilient, kind, thoughtful, beautiful and motivated to keep going. They grit their teeth and push on, but many only see their effortlessness and grace as they move past whatever problems they face. These people could go through hell and come back, and still have their hearts and pure emotions shine through it all.

(may also be applicable to those with a lot of both moon AND mars aspects, moon AND mars dominance, or strong moon AND mars placements. they come together.)

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bangtangalicious · 3 years ago

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death valley (m)| part 12

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jungkook x reader, jin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au

wordcount: 7k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. buckle up. very rough sex, possessive & obsessive behaviors, yandere behaviors, penetrative sex, oral sex, emotional and slight physical abuse, manipulation, fighting. like fighting fighting., guns, shootings, aggressive gun play, spanking, slapping, hair pulling, spitting, leg...grinding?, choking, coersive sex, threats/blackmail, depictions of panic/fear, mourning, mentions of murder, jimin isnt dead so dw, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, so much dirty talk, degradation, praise, pet names, toxic relationships, mentions of torture (not described), one car chase, drug use, jealousy, use of the word “crazy”, dom!jin...yeah, dom!jungkook, jungkook goes hard on you tbh, lots of kissing, rockstar!namjoon is coming yall, reader is a baddie but also needy as fuck

It’s easy to take people you love for granted. Until they’re gone for good. Flashing on the television in front of you was a picture of Jimin, looking just beautiful. His hair slick with sweat. Low cut shirt hanging against his gorgeous body. Leather jacket snug over his shoulders. Unfortunately, the adjacent headline didn’t match.

Sources confirm that Park Jimin is no longer planning to continue with his tour for the time being. Fans can expect full refunds. Meanwhile the stock prices of his label took a big hit as…

Jimin was missing. You had assumed he walked away fine, but if Yoongi was here with you then perhaps…perhaps he killed him.

Your heart clenched at the realization that you may not ever see that bratty smile of his again. His teasing tone, his infuriating attitude. Those dreamy eyes, lush lips. His soft whispers and sweet smiles—you gasped. Desperately searching not for air, but an escape from your reality.

Shutting your eyes, you thought back to happier times. Moments lost amongst a large crowd— singing at the top of your lungs as Jimin’s fingers amazed you with the way they trailed effortlessly over his guitar. The way he’d catch your eyes at almost every show, sending a wink your way before flipping his sweat-ridden hair back, brows furrowed as he chased a high note. The night ending in your fading screams.

Screams that resembled those that left your parted lips when he would fuck you hard, like he did that one night backstage. When he would choke you, batter you with filthy words as he’d fill you up— always taking you raw. The only way he liked it. Then he’d kiss you softly, adoring every inch of you. Shower you with compliments, you were the most beautiful to him. He really loved you—hadn’t he. Your dream came true and you took it for granted. Guilt surged within you.

You jumped—the television suddenly snapping off. Yoongi paced up behind you, sliding his arms over your shoulders to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “Why are you watching that?” He hummed, peppering your face with love. His actions sweet, but his tone filled with bitterness. Within his hold you melted yet again, unable to forget the way the two of you made love the night before. Only for you to wake up feeling sick to the core in the arms of a monster.

“I can’t watch the news?” You deadpanned. “Oh…I can’t watch the news if JIMIN is on it?” Hissing, Yoongi gripped your throat, forcing your face to turn towards him. His eyes intense, seething. This only fueled your desire to taunt him further. You felt a sudden rush of boldness—how far would he go?

“What did I say about saying that name?” His words seemed to drag reluctantly through gritted teeth before piercing you in the heart. You held his gaze in a silent wrestle for power. Not wavering. Not blinking. Pushing one another to the limit. Curious to see who’d snap first. Finally he loosened his grip. “Sorry”

You shrugged him off, leaving the couch to distract yourself with his impressive assortment of fruits. Coming up behind you, he rested his cheek on your back, palms curling around your hips as he swayed you slightly. Ignoring his actions, you pulled out the kitchen knife, intending on slicing through an orange when he slid his hand over yours.

He twirled the knife with familiar ease, settling a tight grip on the handle. Thin metal sheathing through the rough, bright skin of the fruit, wet sounds of leaking juice as he continued to cut deeper. “Sleep well my love?” Your eyes fixated on the fruit, now halved, as Yoongi turned it over, cutting through it’s flesh once again.

Faintness overcame you, as you felt your consciousness diminishing with the quartered slices of fruit being cut one last time. Driving the edge of the knife into the core, before reaching his final, ideal piece. Your body began to shake—causing Yoongi to glance at you with concern.

“Here” He picked up a slice, pushing against your rigidly clamped teeth, forcing your mouth open to receive the fruit. He observed the way you bit down, the tart flavor exploding in your mouth, tantalizing you to ignore the acidic sour through an overwhelming sweetness.

Gulping it down, your nausea spread as words began to replay in your mind. You know who did it. Don’t fucking lie to yourself. Your breath escaped you as Yoongi pulled the fruit out of your mouth, swooping down to lick the juice off the edges of your parted lips. His tongue gliding its way into your mouth, exchanging a moment of affection.

“Did I scare you my love?” Yoongi whispered, hands trailing up and down your arms. “You know I didn’t mean to, hm?” He took a piece of the fruit, sucking on it nonchalantly before tossing it into the trash. You glanced at the door, wondering if there was any chance at all that you could make a run for it. “If you just follow my one rule, you know I’d never raise my voice at you right princess?” He sighed deeply, eyes flickering down your shirt where he suddenly felt an urge to take you there on the counter.

“Did you kill him?” Yoongi crooned his neck, trying to ensure he heard what you said. You shut your eyes, gripping the knife in front of you for comfort. “Did you kill…J-Jimin?” You ducked, anticipating Yoongi’s rage. To your surprise—he said nothing. Instead he looked at you with mused interest.

“And what if I did? What would you do hm?”

You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure. “Fuck. You.” Immediately, he covered your hand on the knife, yanking your hand up to press the blade against your cheek, letting the flat edge roll over your burning skin.

“Oh I will princess. Every single day.” Sliding the knife away, you hissed as a small cut appeared on your face. Luckily for you, a knock on the door came—or you were almost certain he could have killed you right there.

Namjoon stood timidly at the door. He looked over to you immediately, eyes widening with concern as he noticed the scar on your face.

Yoongi groaned in irritation, “Namjoon will take you to work and I’ll join you shortly” He watched as you begrudgingly followed the man out the door, as it close behind you Namjoon pulled you aside, tracing your cut with his finger.

“I sweat to god if he—“ Namjoon clenched his fist, ready to barge back inside and beat his boss senseless. You latched onto his muscular arm, shaking your head.

“It’s fine. I’m fine” He growled, but obeyed nevertheless. Grabbing your shoulders, he pinned you against the wall, slanting his lips onto yours. “N-not here” You gasped, pushing him away “He’ll kill you”

Namjoon sighed. He knew you were right. Something bitter ticked within him. Yoongi was turning out to be a pain the ass. He wasn’t about to stand by and let you get manipulated by some abusive man. Did you really love Yoongi? Namjoon had been convinced of it at the time, but he was starting to wonder. What happened that made you throw yourself at him the other night? Did you perhaps realize that you wanted someone else?

Someone…like him?

Hobi’s thumb slid rapidly against the screen of his new cellphone. Rolling his eyes, he tossed it aside, cursing under his breath. His inbox had been flooded ever since Jimin had gone silent, media eager to know his whereabouts.

He licked his lips, deep in thought as he tried to figure out his next move. Yoongi evidently wasn’t paying any mind to the fact his label was falling apart. He had intended on remaining loyal to Yoongi, even after finding out the truth, but Namjoon had managed to change his mind, showing him what an insane man he really was. Namjoon had pleaded Hobi to overtake the label from him, and in doing so ruin Jimin’s career, and jumpstart his own.

Hobi entertained the eager singer. Knowing that he was far too naive to actually pull through. Taehyung had approached him with a proposition shortly after and here he was, sitting besides the man whom he thought to be an enemy, now an ally. Taehyung’s legs were popped up on the couch, examining a new pack of bullets before sliding them into his revolver.

“Just drop something to distract them” Taehyung suggested. “Kim Namjoon. He’s decent right? Just drop a song of his”

“I dunno…it might piss Yoongi off too much” Hobi muttered. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“Exactly. Yoongi’s a fucking mess when he’s angry. It’s perfect. He’ll go insane on Namjoon, get that bitch out of our way too” Hobi frowned, not ideally wanting to hurt the kind intern. Namjoon desperately wanted Jimin kicked out of his contract. But Hobi knew better. Jimin was a cash crop, his die hard fans willing to sell out each of his shows within minutes. Namjoon’s music was good, but not good enough to be worth dropping an artist like Park Jimin.

“Alright, alright fine” Hobi said. He grabbed his laptop, pulling up Namjoon’s demos. Sighing deeply, he uploaded them onto the site. Once he pressed submit he gasped, hits came rolling in by the second. “Oh God”

“What?” Taehyung sat up in concern, watching as Hobi began to laugh hysterically.

“He’s going viral”

A catchy drum beat began to pick up—radio buzzing through Namjoon’s black Cadillac. You hummed along, not recognizing the song but feeling familiar with the singer’s voice—wait a minute.

“Namjoon” You tapped his thigh rapidly, turning the volume of the song up to hear more clearly. “Oh my God Namjoon—it’s your song” Focused on the road, he didn’t process your words as he made a turn into the parking lot. “Namjoon!”

“Hm?” He rolled his tongue in his cheek, looking around for a parking spot.

“Your song is on the fucking radio Joon” The car came to a screeching halt once Namjoon finally registered what he heard. He blinked at the dashboard, changing the stations to ensure that he wasn’t hallucinating. You squealed in excitement, pulling him into a tight hug. “Congratulations!! You finally did it! You’re finally gonna be a rockstar”

Tears welled in his eyes— he couldn’t even believe it. Glancing at you, so excited and proud, he succumbed to emotion. Lips smashing against yours. He had your face heating with want. Through the intentional glide of his lips, pressed tight against your own, he reeled you in, kissing you passionately. You couldn’t bring yourself to back away, until suddenly you felt something flash in front of your closed eyes.

The two of you practically jumped off of one another, but it was too late. Paparazzi hounded the vehicle, having an absolute field day. “Shit” Namjoon snapped, slamming his fist into the steering wheel “Shit. Shit. Shit! I just kissed Park Jimin’s girlfriend didn’t I?” He buried his face into his palms.

You passed a weak smile to the cameras before pulling down the sun visor to block the prying lenses. “Hey—any PR is good PR”

“Not when Yoongi’s gonna fucking blow my brains out” Namjoon whined “Goddamit” He licked his lips. “Well fuck, might as well give them a show” He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you in but not before you pushed him away. He made a face, which you ignored—contemplating the repercussions of your actions. If Yoongi laid a hand on Namjoon, you didn’t know what you would do. There was no way you were about to let that happen.

Carefully, you exited the car, hiding your face with your palm before going to Namjoon’s side and helping him out. You dragged him inside as fast you could. The second you walked in the entire staff, collected in the lobby, erupted in applause. Namjoon blushed.

As the claps died down, one remained—belonging to non other than Hobi himself. You noticed the way he winked at Namjoon, before clearing his throat. “Congrats buddy. You passed Jimin’s comeback sales with your debut already”

You gaped at him. It simply wasn’t possible. They hadn’t promoted Namjoon at all. Namjoon hugged the songwriter tightly, thanking him.

You pursed your lips. Something was off but you had larger issues at the moment. Slipping away you creeped into Yoongi’s office, determined to search through his things before he arrived. You were going to find that goddamn disc. You were going to destroy Death Valley if it was the last thing you did.

Carefully sliding the door shut behind you, you locked yourself in. The hairs on the back of your neck coming to attention as you heard a sinister laugh.

Oh. My. God. You carefully turned, blood running cold.

“Y-you’re alive?”

Jungkook arrived at your apartment complex, a sense of familiarity as he went up the elevator. He missed living with you. He had barely been able to sleep the past few days. The inner turmoil consuming him of ever aiming a gun at you.

You were the only person who took him seriously besides Namjoon. Despite all the warnings, you had placed your faith in him. Only for him to turn around and betray you like everyone else. He didn’t want to. He really didn’t. His respect for you was unparalleled. But he fucked up.

Now, he may as well profit off of the less-than-ideal situation.

Yoongi stood in his doorway, cigarette in his lips. Jungkook scoffed as the gangster snapped for him to follow. Not even bothering with a greeting. Jungkook did not like Yoongi at all. From what he could gather the man was rude, impulsive, and just an all around nasty person.

“Did you do it?” Jungkook shook his head, arms folding over his chest. He had looked everywhere for Jimin after losing track of you. He was almost certain the star was dead.

“He’s gone” Jungkook didn’t exactly lie. But Yoongi heeded the good news regardless. “Where’s my money?” Yoongi clicked his tongue, smirking.

“Not so fast street rat” Jungkook clenched his fist “I need you to do one more thing for me. I’ll double your pay”

“What?” Rolling his eyes, Jungkook watched as Yoongi pulled up an article on his phone. The headline showing a picture of you and Namjoon kissing in a car. Jungkook almost laughed. You little minx. He felt strangely proud of you.

“Kill him”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi groaned, grabbing his gun from his back pocket. Jungkook quickly did the same.

“You know you can’t kill me dumbass. Do as I say. 4 million” Jungkook gulped. It was moments like this that had him gaining his infamous title as a rat. Would he really sell out one of his oldest customers, one of his closest friends? But also. 4 million dollars. He could do a lot with that kind of money.

“Fine” Jungkook grumbled, lowering his aim. “I’ll do it. I’ll get rid of Namjoon”

Yoongi’s phone began to ring, Jungkook’s stomach flipped upon seeing the contact name. Kim Taehyung. Yoongi’s expression was confused, but he answered nevertheless.

“Is this some sick jo—“ Jungkook watched as Yoongi’s eyes darkened. “You bastard I swear to god if you lay a—“ His fists were clenched, knuckles almost white. Who the fuck?

Yoongi threw the phone across the room, prompting Jungkook to duck as the television behind shattered to pieces. He screamed, pounding his fist into the counter. He turned to Jungkook, a look of utter trepidation.

“Jin’s alive” Jungkook’s mouth went dry. No way. He had shot him himself. “And he has Y/n. Shit. Come with me to the label right now, she’s in danger”

Jin sighed, clicking off his phone as he turned to you. “Why do you look so afraid?” He teased, knowing full well how petrified you were of him. He had missed it, the way you would quiver and tremble in his presence. He wanted to pin you against the wall, stuff your mouth with your panties and rail his cock into your tight cunt, but that would have to wait.

Taehyung had been explicit in his instructions. He wasn’t to harm you nor anyone else. His mission was arresting Yoongi. Nothing more, nothing less.

But Jin had other plans. Plans Taehyung would never approve of, but he could care less about the sleazy bastard. In the back of Jin’s mind, he knew he would kill Taehyung the most ruthlessly, for getting away with fucking you time and time again. But first he wanted Yoongi. Oh the things he wanted to do to Yoongi. He wanted to pry his teeth out one by one. He wanted you to watch as he did it. Suck his cock while he did it.

Then Jimin. Lucky for him, Taehyung had Jimin tied up and waiting just for him. All the cards were in play.

“How’s paradise with Yoongi been? You believe what I said yet? See how crazy he is hm?” You pursed your lips, only making Jin laugh “Hate being wrong don’t you? It’s okay. Happens. Don’t worry I’m not gonna touch you…yet.” His eyes flashed, “Unless you want me t—“

“I do” You blurted. Jin tilted his head, shocked by your eagerness. “God I want to fuck you.”

He grinned, teeth on display before licking his lips “Well be my guest”

There was no hesitation in your step. Jin would have been suspicious, but was far too distracted by the way his cock stirred as you lowered yourself in front of him.

Cupping your cheek in his hand, he slapped you lightly. Then again, enjoying the way you would recoil, cheek flushing at the impact. Grabbing a hand full of your hair he pulled you back, straining your neck as he spit onto you.

“Filthy. You’re filthy” He chuckled, reaching down to smack your tits. Your lips were glued shut, taking the hits with ease. He hissed, pulling your head suddenly and stuffing your face between his legs. He rolled his hips into you, muffling your face as you whimpered. His restrained cock pressing against your cheek. Yanking you back again he could see the hate in your eyes. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

He slid his foot between your thighs, pressing his calf against your trembling cunt. He moved his leg up and down, created some much needed friction as you mewled.

“Like that?” Jin chuckled. You whined, twitching as he sped up. He kneed your stomach when you didn’t respond, making you yelp. “I asked you a question”

“Yeah” Your voice was high pitched, desperate as you savored the feeling of his hard leg under you, rubbing yourself all over him. “Fuck. Jin—fuck”

“Oh” Jin snickered “Baby’s wet already?” He bent down, reaching to fondle your breasts. You gasped at his touch. He loved the sounds you would make. He pinched, pulled and smacked at you over your hoodie, all while you began to grind faster on his leg.

“Please Jin…want you really—bad” You gasped. He grabbed your jaw, turning your head painfully upwards. Grabbing his gun from his jacket, he traced the side of your face with the weapon. The cool sheen of the metal sending shivers down your spine.

“This is fully loaded baby” click. He pulled the trigger, your eyes widening “Suck it” You puckered your lips, allowing him to press the tip against them. He’d jut the barrel forward, making you whimper in fear, teasing as though he would pull the trigger.

Pulling the gun out, he licked your saliva from it, humming pleasantly before nudging it back in. Forcing your mouth open, Jin ruthlessly shoved the gun down your throat. Filling you, he held your face, not letting you move away as you began to choke all over it.

“Mmmffphh” You gagged as Jin began pumping the weapon in and out of your throat, throughly amused by how shit scared you looked.

He angled the gun up into the top of your mouth, making you wince in pain. “You look like such a dumb fucking whore right now”

Removing the gun, he released you, allowing you to fall back and catch your breath. You coughed, feeling Jin’s legs wrap around your shoulder, trapping your head into his thick thighs. His fingers combed through your hair, stroking you like a pet. Clenching into a handful, he pulled you up.

“Wanna fuck your mouth” He pressed his nose against yours “Your man’s gonna be here soon. I want you to suck my cock good, otherwise he’ll die” Roughly he dragged you under the desk, not caring as your head hit the edge of the table.

Dizzily you undid his pants, watching his long, slick cock pop out. You met his eyes, licking your lips. You flattened your tongue, allowing him to slide his hot length on. Wrapping your tongue around it like a snake. Rolling it around his girth as you hollowed your cheeks, moving back and forth. The pop when you would loosen your jaw momentarily before doing it all over again. His eyes fluttered, loving the feeling of you rapidly sucking on him.

Jin grinned, hearing the lock of the door jiggle as Yoongi stormed inside. He was absolutely enraged. Behind him Jungkook stood warily.

“Jungkook close the door. I can’t cause a scene here” Yoongi hissed. You could feel Jin’s cock twitch in your mouth as he began to push and pull you on his cock quickly.

“Min Yoongi. We finally get to truly meet each other. I’ve heard so much about you”

Yoongi gritted his teeth. “Where. Is. She.” Jin knew he won’t shoot him. Jin also knew that as long as Yoongi though he had you captive, he wouldn’t actually lay a hand on him.

“Ah well, if you want to see her, you’re gonna have to do as I—”

“Get up” Jungkook said dryly. He understood Jin’s fucked up mind too well. “Yoongi she’s here. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight if he had her” Yoongi’s eyes quivered. He grabbed the edge of the desk, using all his strength to push it aside revealing you, mouth full of cock, eagerly pumping and sucking away like a whore.

Yoongi reacted without thinking, grabbing you and pulling you away from Jin. You stumbled back while Jin got up, quickly tugging up his pants as Yoongi attempted to kick him in the balls. Jin was fast, moving to the side, but Yoongi anticipated him, running and pushing him against the wall. He swung a hard punch into his face.

Unfortunately for him, Jin was a fighter. Jin dodged him with ease, grabbing his wrist and twisting it—switching places him. The two men went at each other while you gathered yourself turning to Jungkook.

Jungkook, noticing that Yoongi was at a severe disadvantage without a gun decided to step in the fight. He yanked Jin off of Yoongi, tossing him aside.

Jin spat blood out onto the floor, grinning widely as he looked back up at Yoongi. “Come and get me kingpin” He stuck out his tongue, reaching for the door and rushing outside. Yoongi scrambled to follow him—Jungkook following behind until you quickly grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back.

“What the hell Y/n?” Jungkook snapped, stopping in his tracks.

A moment of silence passed. It was too late for Jungkook to chase after the two men now. He looked at you expectantly.

“Why were you with Yoongi?” Jungkook swallowed thickly, biting his lip. He could sense you were shaken up. “What were you doing? What did he have you do?”

Jungkook stammered, seeing your growing anger. “Y/n—“ You held your hand up, silencing him.

“Answer the question.”

“I—Yoongi wanted me to…” Jungkook paused, contemplating whether he should come clean or not. He hated being at odds with you. It felt unnatural.

“Kill Jimin?” You finished for him, scoffing at his guilty reaction. You rolled your eyes “Wow. Wow. They were right about you—you’re just a—“

“Don’t say it”—“Greedy”—“Stop.”—“Little”

Jungkook hissed, pinning you against the wall. “Please don’t. You’re the only one who doesn’t call me that. I thought you respected me. I never did anything to you.” The desperation in his voice was evident.

The two of you panted heavily, faces barely inches away. Jungkook’s eyes exchanged rapidly between your eyes and your lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shoot at you” His voice barely above a whisper.

“Really? That’s what you’re gonna say?” You laughed, turning away from him. “You could have killed me Jungkook. What then?”

“Don’t act all innocent Y/n” Jungkook’s face neared yours, eyes intense, burning into you “You would have screwed me over to run away with your little prince charming Yoongi” Jungkook noticed the way you froze at Yoongi’s reference. He searched your eyes. “What? What is it?”

You shook your head “Nothing. Did you do it? Did you kill Jimin?”

Jungkook sighed “No. I couldn’t find—“ You smashed your lips onto his. Hand on his jaw, drawing him into you—losing yourself in the bittersweet taste of his lips. For a moment everything seemed to disappear and you were caught in the eye of a storm, a dizzying hurricane of desire, fueled by the man in front of you.

He kissed you back earnestly, pushing his tongue into your mouth to open you up wider, allowing you to swallow his muffled groans.

Pulling away, Jungkook exhaled shakily, wiping his lips. “Shit Y/n. What happened?”

“Fuck me” You pushed onto your tippy toes, pecking at his jaw as his hands slid up your back. “Please fuck me”

Jungkook wasn’t about to say no. Not when you were asking so sweetly, blinking up at him. He noticed a scar on your cheek, tracing it with the pad of his thumb. “How did this happen?”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stroked your face. “Yoongi” Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Please Jungkook I need you” You nuzzled his neck, pushing your chest up his as much as you could.

“Shit, come here” Jungkook pat your ass slightly, prompting you to jump up into his arms. Holding you by your thighs he carried you over to the desk, laying you down carefully.

Starting at your stomach, he pushed your hoodie up, leaving a trail of kisses as he climbed over you—your heart, your chest, your shoulders, your neck—pulling the garment off as he hovered over you. “Y/n—fuck” Jungkook gasped. He stroked your jaw “You’re so fucking hot it drives me crazy”

You smirked “I know” Jungkook growled, your confidence making his cock stir as he nibbled your ear, hand sliding down to slip under your shorts. His fingers found your clit, began flicking at it gently.

“Let me hear you” Jungkook urged you as he sucked into your neck, leaving a prominent hickey. His fingers pressing perfectly against you, rubbing tight circles in a way that had your thighs trembling. Arousal coiled deep within you, causing you to sputter up loud gasps of pleasure.

“Mm—mm—Jungkook—“ He loved how your body was so responsive to his light touches. He allowed his other hand to slide behind your head, bringing your lips back to his so he could melt into your kiss again.

You fell apart in moans as Jungkook’s touches became increasingly intentional, working away at your clit faster and faster. Heat shot up into you, breaths shortening as Jungkook swallowed your every moan, every curse. Your tongues intertwining. Getting lost in each others taste.

His fingers massaged your head slightly, giving you an immense rush of affectionate relief. He touched you with a tenderness that you had lacked. Yoongi’s sweet words had done little to displace his rough treatment of your body. You could tell Jungkook was trying to give you comfort, but you could hardly take any in. Not when all you could think about was the fact the Park Jimin was likely dead. Your Jimin. Gone.

Unknowingly you began to cry. Jungkook noticed this, kissing you deeper. He pulled his hand away, fiddling with his own shorts until you could feel his cock nestled into you clothed folds. Licking away your tears, he pushed the cups of your bra up, allowing his fingers to grapple with the tender nubs. Squeezing them between his knuckles as he fondled them in his palms.

Jungkook’s heart clenched, seeing the hurt in your eyes. He wanted to take the pain away but he knew he couldn’t. He was temporary relief. Nevertheless, he was eager to please you. You had always been good to him. He cared about you. “You’re so beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful baby” He showered your face with kisses, grinding into you slowly, watching you rile up beneath him.

The collective sounds of your moans complemented the creaking of the desk as Jungkook latched onto your breast, licking softly as he watched your fucked out expression. Pushing aside your shorts, he began to ease his thick cock inside you.

“Jungkook—oh God” You tilted your head back as he filled you. Hands ruffling through his hair, gripping onto the strands as he bottomed out, gasping. For a moment he held you close. Eyes shut, feeling so good with the way you were fitting tightly around him.

He slowly pulled out, allowing you to feel the burn as his length pumped in and out of you, hitting you just where you liked it. His face rested against your neck, whispering soft praise as he continued to fuck you.

“Jimin’s dead” You choked out. Jungkook shushed you, pulling your legs around his waist so he could angle into you deeper. He filled you again, the slickness of your walls allowing him to fuck into you seamlessly. His throbbing cock shooting pleasure through your every nerve. “J-Jimin…l-loved me” Your voice was coarse. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a sudden rush of heat at the whine in your voice.

“Sssshhh I got you baby” You cunt squelched as he impaled you over and over again, taking his time as he lowered himself closer to you, hands sliding to your low back, face pressed into your neck where he continued to leave soft kisses. “Don’t think. You’re so strong”

“W-who killed him—“ Jungkook groaned, seeing how distracted you were. “Not Hobi. Hobi wouldn’t kill Jimin, it’s not good for the label.”

“Y/n” Jungkook slipped out of you, yanking you up. Grabbing your shoulders he tossed you onto your chest, smacking your ass hard as you cried. “Dammit you really are a needy bitch huh. Won’t fucking shut up until I give it to you hard is that it? And here I was trying to be sweet”

“Don’t—“ Smack “I don’t want sweet” You whined. “Jungkook please” He chuckled bitterly, passing one last smack to your tender ass before diving his face into your cunt.

You squealed, he harshly poked his tongue at your clit before licking down your folds, shoving deep into your core. He lapped at you as you gripped the desk, letting out a loud whine as he continued to smack your thigh.

“Cum” Jungkook groaned into you, making you tremble at the command in his voice “Cum on my tongue” Smack You nodded, biting your lip as you focused on the feeling, letting the fire build within you—and before you knew it you were screaming out his name.

“J-Jungkook. Ohhhh fuck Jungkook-k—shit.” You surged onto him, cunt dripping as your entire body began to shake. Tremors of pleasure pulsing through your veins. You twitched and writhed, holding onto Jungkook’s head as your cunt throbbed, emptying your arousal into the flick of his tongue. He sucked you until you were screaming for him to stop, after which he pounced on you, licking his lips before slamming his cock inside you.

Your body swallowed him in, pussy grasping onto his cock for life as he pistoned into you. He began to whine, muffling himself into the nape of your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he pounded into you hard.

“Shit shit baby shit” Two hard slaps to your ass had you crying out for him. He yanked your head back, looking into your eyes. “You like that? Like when I fuck you hard hm baby? Taking my big cock? Yeah?” Your eyes rolled back, trying desperately to look at him but too fucked out to even think.

“I love it. I love it fuck…more Jungkook—please” Jungkook chuckled, tongue tracing your lips.

“Needy fucking bitch. So fucking needy hm? How much you gonna take huh? I could fuck you over and over again, pump you full of cum and then what hm? You’re gonna just come back for more aren’t you?” Grabbing your hips, he let you fall forwards as he yanked you back and forth, busting his cock deeper and deeper into you.

“Want your cum Jungkook. W-want it really bad” You sputtered, drooling over the desk as Jungkook continued pulling you back onto him. He cursed, leaning over to cup your breasts. With a tight squeeze he came, groaning out as cum shot up into you, the heated pressure intoxicating. He rest his head against your back, kissing down your spine as he gently massaged the ass he so harshly abused.

“Fucking hell” Jungkook sighed, helping you up. He covered your face in soft kisses, licking away the sweat on your shoulders. You fell limp into his arms, letting him hold you as you buried yourself into his taught chest. Losing yourself in the scent of him. The high faded, even as he stroked your back, kissing the top of your head. The guilt, the pain, the sadness all came flooding back.

You laughed. Almost hysterically you buckled over into him. Jungkook held your shoulders as you cackled loudly.

Time and time again you fell a fool to awful men. Meanwhile the good one’s like the one in your arms now, you dared to doubt. “My God it’s fucking Taehyung. It’s always fucking Taehyung.”

“Taehyung’s alive?”

Nodding, you slid your hand up his chest, resting it on his heart, “Jungkook. If I told you I could bring Death Valley down. Destroy it all, Yoongi and Taehyung along with it…would you help me? Would you swear your loyalty to me?”

“Of course.” Jungkook didn’t even need to think twice—“Of course I would”

—

Back in his car, Namjoon felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Seeing it was Jungkook, he answered right away. “Hey.” Fuck man. Congrats on the album. Where you at, let’s pop some molly and celebrate? Namjoon chuckled “For sure, I’ll be heading home in a bit, gotta run some errands”

He had head over to the warehouse, in which lay a withering, beaten Park Jimin. Torturing the rockstar had been immensely fun for him the past few days. Blindfolded and tied with his arms in the air, Namjoon was able to use him as a punching bag. Hobi wouldn’t let him die. But it was still fun.

Today he was even more excited, knowing he broke Jimin’s records, was seen in public with his girlfriend. All these things had his ego inflating rapidly. Finally he was going to have it all.

The way Namjoon saw it, he deserved everything that was happening to him. He worked hard. Hustled for his money. Based his music on true emotions, fueled often by you or his situation. He was incredibly exhausted of things not going his way.

The last thing on his list was you. You were clearly into him, considering that you had kissed him in the car. That every time it was you making the first move. He had been an idiot to not catch onto it sooner.

You were in love with him. All this time it had been you who urged him to follow his dreams, to stay away from the drugs and the fighting. You were his rock. His lucky charm. He only wished he had realized sooner.

Little did Namjoon know that he was being followed. Jungkook was careful as he trailed Namjoon. Once Namjoon left, Jungkook creeped inside the warehouse, careful to look for any other gang members.

He was almost certain Hobi was still there, nevertheless he walked in to see Jimin, head hanging low— limbs exhausted from being suspended in the air. Eyes covered with a dark cloth. It was a sight to behold.

Normally Jungkook would have been thrilled seeing Jimin in such a sorry state, but knowing how heartbroken you had been at the thought of him being dead, he was moreso relieved to find the star on the verge of life. Quickly he ran to him, removing his blindfold and untying his restrains. Jimin slumped over Jungkook’s shoulder, allowing him to carry the unconscious body to his car. Grabbing a bottle of water, he pressed it to his lips.

“Don’t die you fucking asshole” Jungkook muttered. He genuinely didn’t understand why you were so into Jimin. But that wasn’t any of his business. He was making a change. He was not letting you down ever again. Jimin stirred, eyes fluttering open.

Gunshots rang. Jungkook turned to see Hobi shooting at him. “Fuck” He strapped Jimin into the passenger seat, stepping on the gas to whir away from the ricocheting bullets. Hobi hopped onto a motorcycle, chasing after them.

“W-what’s going on?” Jimin groaned, coughing as he clutched his stomach. Muscles throbbing with pain. Jungkook rolled his eyes, ignoring the question to instead peek into his rearview mirror. Hobi had almost caught up to them, shooting towards his taillights. Jungkook lowered the window of his car, eyes oscillating from the road to the mirror before he swiftly swung his hand back, shooting rapidly at the approaching vehicle.

Jimin rubbed his eyes, turning to see the action go down “Okay. Dumbass. Can you fucking drive? Give me the gun” Shrugging, Jungkook handed him the device. He had never actually seen Jimin in action. Part of him was intrigued. Jimin looked into the mirror. “God I look so fucked up—my hair holy sh—“

“Are you serious right now Park?” Jungkook growled, speeding the accelerator. Hobi was at their back wheel. Jimin chuckled, pulling the trigger of the gun.

“Watch and learn rat boy” Licking his lips, Jimin kicked open the car door. Steadily, he aimed the gun. With one bullet, Hobi’s tire punctured, causing him to spin off the road. “Amateurs” He muttered, blowing at the barrel of the gun.

Jungkook’s eyebrows were raised with impressed shock. “Where are you taking me? What the fuck is going on?” Jimin snapped, slamming the door shut.

“I’m taking you to Y/n. I’ll catch you up on everything. Shit is fucking insane”

Jimin sighed. “Is she okay? She didn’t get hurt did she?” Jungkook pursed his lips, glancing at him briefly. Jimin understood from the look alone.

“FUCK. I should’ve been there for her” Jimin groaned. “Get me to her as fast as you can. Please”

—

You sat quietly in the studio, three lines of cocaine down, blunt pressed to your lips. Jungkook had assured you he would do some digging into Hobi to find out what happened to Jimin. Looking up, you smiled weakly as Namjoon entered.

“Hey” He sighed, tilting your face up for a kiss. You moved away. “What?”

“Sorry I just…had I rough day okay” You sighed, taking a hit and allowing the soft smoke to fade out of your lips. “Not in the mood” Namjoon nodded, taking your hand into his.

“You wanna talk about it?” Shaking your head, you leaned against his chest, listening to the steady, sane beat of his heart.

“I’m really happy for you Joon” You mumbled. “I really am it’s just—“ Your voice broke. “Jimin’s missing—I think he’s dead and I—“

Namjoon scowled. How could you be thinking about Jimin on a day like this? Today was his day. You were so happy for him this morning, what the hell had changed?

The door opened. You almost fell of your chair. You were clearly high. There was no fucking way.

“Baby” Jimin exhaled. Jimin had insisted Jungkook take him home to shower first. He did not want to arrive to you looking like a pathetic, malnourished mess. He cleaned up, hair still slightly wet, dressed in a t-shirt and sweats. Comforting, real, Park Jimin. Your eyes filled with tears. Namjoon grabbed your wrist to keep you from falling.

He spread his arms open. You yanked yourself out of Namjoon’s hold, jumping into his arms. You breathed in his scent, wanting to drown in him. Crying you held onto him for dear life as he swung you around, lips glued to yours. Eyes shut, hearts aching with longing.

You cupped his face, staring into his eyes incredulously. Jimin pressed his forehead against yours, smiling fondly as his hands rested lightly at your waist.

“God I missed you so much” He mumbled, pulling you back into another hug. You cried into his chest. Jimin sent Namjoon a kind smile, which was very much not reciprocated. He was too caught up in reuniting with you to notice the way Namjoon’s fists were balled up, ready to punch a wall.

Breaking the embrace, you held his hands “Yoongi—Jin—I—”

“I know baby. Jungkook told me everything. I won’t let either of them touch you okay, you’re safe now” He kissed your cheek “Come on, let’s go home.” Sliding his arm around your shoulder, he led you out of the studio.

The two of you walked off leaving behind a man wretched. A man who then broke into a fit of screams.

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a/n: ok yeah that wasnt that good of a cliffhanger sorry. i know yall are prolly like jimin smut??? sis??? next time ok. so much jimin smut ok.

so. thoughts??? namjoon sir are you GOOD???? jungkook yay??? yoongi and jin wtf??? taehyung and hobi!!!???? (if you’re confused about the tae-hobi-joon thing, basically tae and hobi are working together. namjoon thinks hes working with hobi but doesnt know tae is involved. yet)

let me know your thoughts & theories!!! thanks for reading. you are a sexy human. have a great day!

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