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sehunniepotwrites · 4 years

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caught in your web | m.l

🕷SYNOPSIS— in which you can’t stand mark getting hurt anymore, not when you’re madly in love with him 🕷GENRE— mcu!au, spiderman!au, fluff, suggestive 🕷PAIRING— spiderman!mark lee x person in the chair!reader (gn) 🕷WORD COUNT— 1771

🕷WARNINGS— mentions of violence and battles, cleaning wounds, making out (lmao)

🕷AUTHOR’S NOTE—day two of my mark lee breakdown and i came up with this. i have been in love with the idea of spider!mark ever since i’ve read @xiaomoon‘s leap of faith and i finally got to write my own version of peter marker ;;; hope y’all enjoy this! (briefly edited, some mistakes may remain!)

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You don’t exactly remember how and when it all went down, but to sum it all up, your best friend of all time is Spiderman and you’re his person in the chair. You’re the J.A.R.V.I.S. to his Tony Stark or are you his F.R.I.D.A.Y.? You can’t be his Karen because his Karen is the user interface of his current suit— never mind that, that’s not really relevant.

The most important takeaways from this are that:

your best friend, Mark Lee, is the newest addition to the Avengers

you’re the mastermind behind the computer that guides him through New York City

And lastly, you’re in love with that dumbass of a superhero.

At first, you were mad that Mark didn’t tell you. Then, you were quite surprised that he kept a secret from you for that long— that boy has a hard time keeping his mouth shut.

When you first found out, Mark in full superhero garb entered his room through the window while you were impatiently waiting for him on his bed with a Death Star Lego set in hand. You dropped the almost complete set out of shock and it shattered to pieces. Mark, with his red and black mask in hand and a suit that clung to his surprisingly fit body so perfectly (like honestly, when did he look like that?), made you promise that you would never tell his Aunt May. You linked your smaller pinky with his own, swearing not to tell but on one condition— that you could be his person in the chair.

Being behind-the-scenes while in the chair is extremely thrilling. Sure, you have no superpowers to contribute to the fight but you have the brains and the technology to help Mark in any way you possibly could. You tell him the best possible route with Karen backing you up and Mark will blindly follow. You are his tracker, eyes in the sky, and his safety net—you have his complete trust.

The worst thing about being his person in the chair, though, is watching Mark get hurt in action and knowing there is not much you can do about it without physically being there. Watching the person you love get hurt—no matter how enhanced their body was—is beyond taxing. You never know if he’s going to make it and it kills you inside when you’re barking commands into your headset, calling for Karen to activate the best mode to get Mark out of the battle site. It tears you to absolute pieces and that’s how you ended up here, in your bedroom with violent tears running down your cheeks.

Mark is laying down on your bed with his torso resting against your lap. His mask is discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor while the top half of his suit is peeled off his injured body. You’re crying, hands trembling as he’s gasping for air and wincing every time you attempt to clean a wound.

“How could you be so reckless, Mark?!” you scold him through a hushed whisper. You press another alcohol-soaked swab onto a cut. He hisses, his hand squeezing your knee to keep him from screaming. “You’re an idiot!”

Mark is groaning, body twisting and turning while sinking his teeth onto his bottom lip. You can tell he wants to scream but your parents are home and you don’t want them to walk into this gruesome sight. They think you’re just up to your usual game playing.

“I had to!” Mark argues back. His nose is scrunched up and you can just see how much pain he’s in. You want to do nothing but kiss the pain away but there were more pressing matters to attend to, like disinfecting all the cuts scattering his body. “They were heading this way, to this neighborhood. To you!”

God, you hate how headstrong and stubborn he is at times. “And that matters why? I can easily reroute you and you know that! For some reason, you chose not to listen and now you’re badly hurt and you’re bleeding a lot and I can’t even take you to the hospital and—”

“Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no. None of that, okay? It’s fine, I’m fine.” He must’ve sensed how the panic was seeping through your veins with his spidey senses or maybe Mark just knew you well enough.

“See?” Mark gestures to an arm you had already patched up. The cuts you already tended to look so much better than before and the bruises are healing faster than the normal rate.

“I’ll be fine in a day or two, bubs,” he reassures you with a pained smile. That didn’t reassure you at all.

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what— ow, fuck, you’re pressing too hard, ow— what is?” Mark tries to wriggle away and you press a hand onto his firm chest (oh my god, seriously, how is he built like this?) to keep him still.

You’re done dressing his wounds and you take in the number of supplies you’ve used to tend to him.

The battles out there are getting worse and the teenager just comes up more battered and bruised. You don’t know much longer you can take seeing your best friend like this. You’re so caught up in him and you can’t leave. You feel as if Mark shot some of his web fluid at you and suddenly, you’re just trapped in this ridiculous web of love and you can’t fight your way out of it.

“If you keep acting recklessly, there will be no more friendly neighborhood Spiderman!” You can’t stand the thought of Mark being gone. The world out there was tough to live in as it is but a world without your idiotic best friend with superpowers? You can’t even imagine it.

“What if I want to be more than that?” he asks, his voice dropping lower than his usual volume,

“Well, you can’t be more than that if you’re dead!” you hiss back at him. “And that’s something I don’t want to see!”

He flinches at your tone.

“No, wait— ugh, that’s not what I meant,” he lifts a hand to run through his hair. “What if I want to be more than just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman?”

“Mark, I really don’t get what you’re saying.” You look down at him, confusion buzzing through your features. “And that’s saying a lot.”

“What if I wanted to be more than just Spiderman to you? Because— I don’t know, that’s all I’ve wanted for a while now? Besides, like doing this whole Avengers-slash-saving the world thing?”

You blink at him, trying to process his words as Mark rambles on, his bare back still pressed against your thighs.

“Do you even get what I’m saying? I don’t think I’m making any sense. Shit, how do people do this?” Mark continues as you try to make sense of his ongoing rant.

“Do what?”

“Confess to the person they like? Is there, like, a step-by-step guide or something because I don’t think I’m doing this right,” he replies fairly quickly before he realizes what came spilling out of his mouth. Mark’s face turns as red as his suit and his eyes are as wide as his mask’s lenses; you’re sure your face is mirroring a similar look.

You swallow and clear your throat, trying to organize the many revelations running through your scattered brain. “So, let me get this straight.”

“Yeah, uh, sure,” Mark almost squeaks in disbelief.

“You almost died in my arms just now and you’re worried about the proper way to confess to me?” You laugh in disbelief. What a typical Mark thing of him to do.

“Well, uh, yeah, ‘cause dude, I’m pretty sure you know this but I haven’t done this sort of thing before.” He’s avoiding eye contact, clearly embarrassed by the situation. His hands are playing with the ends of his suit, a tell-tale of his nervousness.

You grab his hands, pulling them away from ruining the fabric, and squeeze them gently. “You’re such a nerd,” you tease fondly.

“Hey!” he yells back at the insult.

“But it’s a good thing that I, um, like nerds,” you manage to cough out, a heat seeping through your cheeks. Your confession is barely above a whisper but Mark’s enhanced senses help him pick up your words perfectly. His body freezes for a second before his head snaps up.

Mark’s brown irises lock onto yours, hope swimming through them. “You—you do?”

“Yeah,” you let out a breathy laugh. Your hand runs up the side of his neck to comb through his hair. You feel him shiver at your touch and you shyly smile at him. You’re nervous but you shouldn’t be—Mark’s your best friend.

“There’s this one nerd running around the city in a red and black suit. Ever heard of him?”

He’s laughing at this point and all your worries disappear. “Yeah, I think I have. He’s pretty cool.”

“I think he’s pretty cute, too” you confess, dipping your head down to move a bit closer to him. Mark meets you halfway, his hand wiggling its way to clasp the back of your neck. Your heart is beating so hard against your chest and the butterfly wings are tickling your stomach at the proximity.

You touch your forehead to his, nuzzling them together and he lets out a deep chuckle that sets your heart ablaze. “I guess you could say I got caught in his web,” you tease. You hear him suck on his teeth.

“Just kiss me already.”

“Only if you promise that you’ll listen to me and be more careful out there,” you reply, boldly pressing a kiss by his mouth. He chases your lips and you quickly pull away.

“Ah, promise me.”

“Promise, yes, I promise,” he groans. “Just let me kiss you.”

The word “okay” barely leaves your mouth before he pulls himself up to press his body against yours. Mark slots his lips against yours and you sigh into him, breathing in his scent. It starts off as innocent but the kiss takes a turn when Mark breaks away to slide off your lap. He keeps his hand behind your head and lowers you down to lie completely straight on your bed.

Mark climbs on top, knees on either side of your hips as he captures your lips again. Your fingers fly to his hair and he lets out a noise as your nails scratch his scalp. “Love you,” he whispers into the kiss.

“Love you, too,” you smile as you tug him even closer.

Yeah, you love being Spiderman’s person in the chair but you think you love being Mark Lee’s person a hell of a whole lot more.

#neowritingsnet #mark lee #nct mark #mark scenarios #mark imagines #mark fanfic #mark fluff #mark lee x reader #spiderman!mark #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #fuck i am so whipped for mark lee

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good-rwbyaus · 3 years

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For of all this Em Batfam thing is so good. Second I got a idea for anther superhero au involeing anther character too good for Cinder. AU, where instead of Cinder the person who finds Mercury is....*Dramtic pause*.. DEADPOOL!

This one I needed time to write ~ Green

The air was filled with the ragged breathing of a young man who had fought the hardest battle of his young life. Before him laid the corpse of the man he’d been forced to call his dad, but Marcus Black was anything but that. Fathers were supposed to love their sons, teach them about life, and prepare them for manhood…

All Marcus had ever taught his son, Mercury, was how to take a punch, where to strike ro disable someone, how to kill, poison, lie, cheat, and gods know what else that had been locked inside his brain. Now Mercury had struck back against the man who’d made his life a living hell, and all it cost him was his own life; that seemed like a fair trade off.

Just as Mercury was about to start walking towards the burning cabin that had been his home all his life, he heard clapping. This caused him to turn,and got in a half heartened fighting stance.

‘So this is how it all ends…figures.’ Mercury thought as his burning muscles tried to keep him in the stance.

“Who’s there?!” Mercury shouted as his eyes tried to pinpoint the source of the clapping.

“That was beautiful kid, you got a real talent for fucking up shitheels.” A man’s voice called out, as a figure emerged from the brush. It was a guy in some weird red suit, with katanas on his back.

Mercury stood there, continuing to hold his stance “The hell are you?”

“First of all drop the stance kid, we both know you’re tapped out. Second of all I’m just a merc who came for the open contract on Marcus Black’s head, but it seems some kid beat me to it.” The red suit man explained as he walked past Mercury so casually, as if he’d been nothing.

Mercury turned around to see the man in red examine Marcus’ corpse. He wanted to say something, but there was something about the man…something he couldn’t wrap his mind around.

The man in red was still casually observing Marcus’ corpse, his back turned to Mercury leaving him open to an attack. “Oof, you really did a number on him, kid. What was this your first big contract, so you decided to make a message out of it? Get your name out there as one of the big boys?”

Mercury finally spoke for the first time in what felt like hours, but was probably just barely a couple minutes. “I didn’t even realize there was a contract on him.”

This revelation had really caught the man in red’s attention, causing him to look back at Mercury. “So you willingly just picked a fight with Remnant’s top assassin?”

“He had it coming, he took everything from me.” Mercury spat as he felt some form of adrenaline pumping through him again.

“He killed your family, or something?” The man stood, facing Mercury so he could size him up.

The question caused Mercury to snort, as if he knew something the man in red would never fathom. “I think he may have killed my mom at this point, but no that’s not the reason I wanted to kill him. He took my semblance, my life, and hell for good measure my legs.”

The man in red was shocked to see Mercury lift his pants leg to reveal a prosthetic leg was hidden underneath it. Why the hell would Marcus do all this to some kid.

“Who are you?” The man in red had finally asked the million lien question it seems, because Mercury just gave him a look. “Oh should I already know you then?”

Mercury just snorted before crossing his arms. “Not really, but to answer your question, the name is Mercury…Mercury Black.”

The second Mercury uttered his name, things began to click for the man in red. So the son murdered the father because, for lack of better terms, the father was a true blue asshole. He’d always known Marcus was a real piece of shit, in their line of work you heard these things, but doing this to his own son…if hell was real, then Marcus was probably burning in his own private lava pit.

“Geez kid, I thought my old man was a piece of work, but yours really took the cake.” The man in red started to approach Mercury.

“Yeah, and now he’s gone. So you can piss off whoever the hell you are, claim the kill as your own, I don’t care.” Mercury still had some steam left, but it was all too clear that he was barely standing.

“Well ain’t that cute, but sorry cupcake I do care. Your life has clearly been a toilet, and you could use some guidance.” He placed a hand on Mercury’s shoulder, looking him in the eyes.

Mercury scoffer, skeptical to whatever the hell this man meant. “And what exactly do I get out of this?”

The man didn’t budge as he kept his eyes locked on Mercury’s. The mini staring match didn’t last much longer as the man in red started to chuckle. “I’ll tell you kid, even when you’re clearly a foot in the grave you got stones. Tell you what, a better life than what your father could give you is what’s in it for you, especially since you can prove the bastard wrong. All the fighting you can handle, lots of money that you’ll probably never spend in your lifetime, adventure, and my personal chimichanga recipe.”

It all sounded too good to be true, really what else was there for him. His only plans had been to either way for his aura to come back so he’d heal, or just let nature take its course. Really meeting some guy who was trying to kill his dad, and taking him in…it all seemed too good to be true. Then again without many options left, maybe this was destiny….

“Fine whatever, not like I have anything better to do, Red.” Mercury still had some edge to his voice, the kind only youth could provide.

The man in red was amused by this, well as amused as a masked man could be. “Trust me kid, I’m going to change your whole fucking life. Also, the name is Wade, Wade Wilson, but professionally I’m known as Deadpool.”

This earned another snort from Mercury, Deadpool had to be the dumbest codename he’d heard in his life. Then again his father’s ego didn’t let him get a chance to believe in codenames.

“Ok Deadpool, why take me with you?” Mercury still wasn’t seeing the full angle with this guy.

“That’s really simple kid.” Wase said before lifting the mask on his head to reveal his face. To say his face was one of the freakiest things Mercury had ever seen in his life would have been an understatement, whatever happened to this guy he really didn’t want to know.

Deadpool just smirked, as if he could hear Mercury’s thoughts before lowering his mask. “I’ve had some real shit days too, enough to know when someone needs help. Let’s call it my superpower.”

For some reason, a small part of Mercury had needed to hear that. It felt almost like he had someone who understood his pain….not that he’d ever admit it.

Wade started to walk away, and motioned for Mercury to follow. Mercury did, after giving his father’s corpse one last look, following Wade into the forest.

As they started to cross the brush that would take them to the main roads, Wase spoke up again. “Sides kid, another reason is even simpler. No one needs another boring cliche story where I take in and train some blonde kid with a rabbit hoodie to be the opposite of who he’s supposed to be narratively. No one needs more of that edginess.”

Mercury decided to not respond to that, the statement sounded too…metatextual was the word that was coming to his mind for some reason…

#rwby #mercury black #marcus black #deadpool #wade wilson

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xenteaart · 4 years

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You’re a Cat, Hargreeves

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Request 1: Hello, so Five has been through a LOT in just two weeks, so can I request something where the reader and him have a bit of intimacy but are not together yet. Then something happens that is just the last drop to him and he shows up to the reader with red and glossy eyes and collapses in her arms? She just holds him (because boy, he needs it) and after a while he manages to talk about things letting his feelings for her slip in the process. Then she can just calm him down and make him feel loved.

Request 2: Could I request a fanfic where Five has a terrible day at the Commission or in the Apocalypse and at bedtime the Reader comforts him, and he suddenly becomes the little spoon for the first time? Idk I think it would be cute to see him shy and secretly liking

!!! Note: Since these two requests have a common theme of Five being stressed as fuck and having a breakdown I’ve decided to combine them. Personally I imagine this scenario in my Commission AU, HOWEVER, I intentionally didn’t make it very specific in terms of the circumstances so you can headcanon whatever u like <3 also sorry its not the exact scenario from your requests but i hope you don’t mind me taking some creative liberty.

also both Five and Reader are in their 20s here coz otherwise i’m very uncomfortable

massive thanks to @wonders-of-the-multiverse for helping me out with wording the physicality of certain things <33333

GIF: @maxiemayfield

You’ve seen Five in many different states.

You’ve seen him anxious and spiraling, you’ve seen him furious and borderline insane; depressed and distant, lost and confused. At this point, you genuinely thought you’d seen it all but, apparently, you were wrong.

“I am just so tired.” Five whispered almost inaudibly with a sigh so desperate that it made your stomach turn.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, your voice small as you weren’t quite sure how to act yet.

He glanced at you, and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes glistening with salty wetness that was about to spill out and smear his frustration all over his cheeks.

You always loved Five’s eyes - his huge, almost puppy dog eyes that made you absolutely lose yourself in their depth. Whenever you looked into them, you saw wisdom, maturity, exhaustion and patience, dedication and passion, all at the same time. There was a whole other universe behind his blue orbs, and you admired it endlessly. Looking into his eyes right now, however, was nowhere near as exciting and pleasant. Instead, it felt like some strange and violent ache was gripping you at the very heart and squeezing it without mercy, and you winced at the sensation as worry and concern were uncontrollably blossoming inside your ribcage.

Five didn’t grant you with an answer, too busy trying to hold back his tears and clenching his teeth proudly as if there was any point at all.

You got up on your feet and approached Five slowly, careful not to freak him out as you were giving him the time to get used to your presence in his personal space. Normally, he wouldn’t mind yet you couldn’t tell if the same rules applied to scenarios like the one taking place.

“I’m here, yeah? It’s okay, you’re okay,” you kept repeating like a mantra as you pulled Five into your embrace.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and you instantly felt your skin getting damp. In just a few seconds Five’s entire body relaxed into yours and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, finally letting go and allowing himself to have a proper cry. He hadn’t had one in years, and, by all means, he was entitled to this breakdown.

Most of the time, Five was the one protecting you - looking out for you and leading the both of you out of dangerous and potentially lethal situations. Not that it was a completely one-sided dynamic but it was true that you tended to rely on him quite a lot in times of crisis. Five was good in crisis, exceptional actually. He made decisions quickly and didn’t hesitate to do absolutely anything it took to achieve his goals, which, unfortunately, meant that he was often forced to make choices where humanity and ethics were no longer a top priority.

Despite all that, Five always seemed in control, and even when he wasn’t, you knew he’d get it back eventually. You had placed your trust in him at all times, and only now were you starting to realize that it must have felt like a huge weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Granted, he was objectively smarter and more capable due to his superpowers but he was still human.

Hearing Five’s hopeless and feverish sobbing was unnerving, and you could only imagine what was going on in his cluttered and clearly overloaded mind as he was bawling his eyes out with such raw and genuine fury. From the lack of a better idea you simply waited for Five to cry himself out, patiently holding him in your arms and whispering words of reassurance into the air, not so much out of hope he’d hear them and listen but more as a means of letting him feel you were still there.

“I’m so fucking tired,” Five finally uttered but his words rather quickly got drowned in his weeping. You still got the message, though.

“You deserve to rest, Five,” you replied, feeling your legs start to shake from the weight of Five’s entire body leaning on your form. As much as you wanted to stay like this for as long as he needed, you couldn’t exactly go against your evident physical disadvantage. Five was a heavy gentleman, after all.

“Hey, let’s move to the bed, yeah?” it was more of a statement than a question, so you stepped towards the bed suggestively, expecting him to follow you. To your relief, he didn’t resist and followed your lead right away, seemingly too exhausted to even think, let alone disobey.

Five’s body was limp from the absence of energy, all of which had presumably gone into crying, and he could barely manage to walk on his own, so you grabbed at his shoulders to steady him.

It felt like his physical self was now merely a vehicle with no pilot to steer it, and his mind was long lost someplace else.

As you sat Five down, you caressed his cheek with your thumb, wiping away the trails of his tears whilst also trying to gently break him out of the prison of his troubled and restless brain. To your disappointment, it failed to spark any sort of response.

Right in this moment, he looked almost defenseless. Sure, he wasn’t an incapable baby all of a sudden but he was relying on you, reversing your roles and putting all of his worries and pain on your shoulders, basically asking you to carry them for him because he simply couldn’t anymore.

“Fives. Fives? Look at me, please?” you called, trying to shift his attention to something on the outside because you knew it was the looking inside that pushed him to crumble.

“Focus on my voice, alright?” you tried to keep your tone as steady and stern as you possibly could because right now you were his only bridge back to reality.

You pressed your palms against Five’s shoulders and slowly climbed onto his lap, resting your weight atop of him completely and hoping the pressure of it would manage to snap him out of his almost delirious daze.

As your hand reached for Five’s, you placed it on your chest right where your heart was beating and said:

“Can you feel it? It means I’m alive, Fives. I’m a human and a consciousness just like you. And I'm never leaving your side, no matter the circumstances. You’re never going to be alone, I promise you.”

You took Five by his chin with your other hand and softly guided his gaze upwards to meet your own, noticing his red glossy eyes finally regaining some clarity. The very peak of Five’s episode had already passed, and, as he was coming down from it, he encircled your waist with his arm and let his head sink to your shoulder with his eyes closed shut.

Still sitting straddled across his lap, you brushed your fingers through his soft silky hair and began to massage his scalp in a calming manner, trying to release some of the tension and lull him further into peacefulness. As your fingers moved a little lower, you knew you’d hit the sweet spot because Five literally purred into your skin as soon as he felt your nails gently scratch at the nape of his neck.

“How many times did I say you’re a cat, Hargreeves,” you rolled your eyes at his reaction and couldn’t resist a wide smile as you buried your nose in his hair. Five hummed quietly, and it was the only response you were going to get from him, which, to be fair, was already a big improvement so you couldn't really complain.

“How about we get you into some comfier clothes, wash your face and then you can tell me all about what’s been on your mind, hm?” you proposed confidently, still holding Five close and practically enveloping him in your warmth.

Your every movement was saturated with such understanding and care that not for a split second did Five feel like his vulnerability was making him weak or unworthy. It was quite the opposite, and with each passing moment he was beginning to feel like you were only making him stronger.

He nodded at your suggestion approvingly but didn’t move an inch, and you took it as a hint that he needed a few more minutes of sitting in silence; the bridge of his nose pressed to your collarbone as he was still finding his way back into the present.

You didn’t mind at all.

#five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #five hargreeves x you #number five x you #tua fic #The Umbrella Academy #my fic #my writing #five hargreeves #number five

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axemetaphor · 3 years

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im definitely not ripping off my friend by making a list of au ideas i have no siree //gonna slap this under a readmore cause i. well i say a lot. all of the time. i tried so hard to format this Good but tumblr fucked me up i am so sorry

so first-off i know i already have one WIP AU (Auckland) on ao3 so i wont talk about That one cause like. spoilers. i actualyl have it like 80% created so its likely gonna truly get finished for once and i dont wanna ruin shit

the other one ive posted about is something me and ben (catgirlrepublic) have worked on together its not at all close to done or anything but it's. a fun little crossover. Between jdate and my fuckinuhm. Original characters story “Untitled Villains Project”. the sketches of the comic version ive started is actually my pinned post 👉👈 its like the first chunk of the story, i think half of part 1? yea.

Tldr john fucking Somehow is able t oget into contact with a certain curious scientist from another reality who’d just love to study the Soy Sauce, most certainly not for her own nefarious purposes

John and Dave meet up with the scientist, her name is Boss, and her lab assistant, Toxic, and after a bit of a preliminary Vibe Check where john determines her trustworthy (which Dave doesnt agree with,) the two agree to be taken to the world UVP is set in. from there they stay in Boss’s lab (big old fucking abandoned military lab). John and Toxic are fast friends due to mutual love-of-chaos. John n Dave get to fuckin, camp out on an air mattress.

The day after they arrive, the two get split up, not exactly intentionally; big plot points of UVP are liek. Fueled by Boss sending Toxic to go fetch her “research materials,” which are usually important artifacts

Fuckin side note i guess i have to explain my dumb bullshit: Boss’s, uh, field of expertise so to speak is actually fckin, basically the scientific study of magic and superpowers n shit like that. This shit’s all real in that world. Toxic’s got fuckin superpowers, so do 4 other main characters, whatever. It’s got a bit to do with spirituality, iss Boss’s hypothesis. So she has Toxic fetch important artifacts that might have “energies” to them. The thing is actually way more fuckin complictated than that, this is just Boss’s initial hypothesis.

Motherfucking anyways. So Boss gives Toxic a job to do, and John get excited about how Cool that sounds, and ends up going with Toxic, leaving Boss and Dave alone. Neither is thrilled about this. But Dave and Boss get to have a bit of conversation (while Toxic and John are off bonding and having a good time) and come to a… mutual grudging understanding of some kind. They still dont like each other though lmao

Theres gonna be deeper shit going on but we havent sorted it out yet/tbh havent like Written For It in a while but i still like thinking about it a lot lol

Also pretty sure our endgame is john and dave steal toxic and bring them back with em lmao boss is kind of not nice and toxic would most certainly be better off in Undisclosed. Actually theyd fucking love it. Theyd become a local cryptid im sure. Undisclosed’s mothman is a teleporting spike baby.

I have. Another crossover AU that i might. Post something about for halloween? Maybe? If i have it finished?

Crosses over into, you guessed it, another one of my original-character projects. God, am i vain or something?

I promise this is just because i think blue and dave should get to team up to beat up some monsters

Quick briefing on my fuckinuh. Original character story, this one doesnt have a name (yet? Idk lol my work never actually goes anywhere sso who gives a shit). It centers around two grim reapers, Red (26, bi woman) and Blue (22, aroace agender asshole). In this reality or whatever, grim reapers function kind of like low-level office workers. They get told who’s going to die + when by some middle-management types, and upper management only involve themselves when punishment needs to be doled out. These Higher-Ups can be seen as analogous to Korrok; they’re decidedly not human, never were, and fucking terrifyingly powerful. Additionally, grim reapers are sort of .. designed to be “background noise” people. In reality theyre supernatural beings and, uh, look Real Fuckin Weird (the whole deal has a neon aesthetic im terrible at drawing uwu) but most humans just perceive them like extras in a movie. A body’s there but the camera’s not focused on it.

To the narrative: the shit starts when Red n Blue get relocated to Undisclosed. Relocation is something that just happens every now and then to reapers; they usually work in teams, but they get split up into different cities to avoid any strong bonds forming (a counter-union strategy from the Higher-Ups).

Red, Blue, John and Dave end up running into each other for the first time in a McDonalds where John n Dave are getting some 4am “hey, we just survived another horrific monster fight” celebration burgers. John and Dave are the only two people who can see how… strange Red and Blue are. Nobody else notices.

John unintentionally pisses Blue off, leading to Blue whacking him upside the head with a dildo bat. They all four get kicked out of McDonald’s. Dave and Red both are less than thrilled

Blue and John end up resolving their differences, somehow. Red and Dave briefly bond over their dumbass best friends being, well, dumbasses. They all part ways amicably.

somehow-or-other (idk yet) they end up running into each other a few more times, and eventually john invites them over to his place, and the four (plus Amy now!) get to know each other a little better

while there, Blue gets a text about some guy who's gonna die and John offers to drive them to where that's gonna go down. they take him up on the offer and get to have a bit of one-on-one conversation

after that ordeal though Blue has had Enough of people and bails, leaving John to head home alone

theres a sort of mirror-development going on with the five of em. Red, John, and Amy would all like everyone to get along, though theyre a bit tentative about it (John moreso than the other two, actually, jsut cause. well Red n Blue could still be Sauce Monsters). Dave and Blue on the other hand do Not like people enough for this shit, and Dave's not unconvinced theyre Sauce Monsters. he will not trust them until proven he should

the story's kinda nebulous but i got an idea for some Shit going down that involves both Sauce Monsters and also the Higher-Ups to have some fuckin absolute chaos go down.

Oops! All Trans

Everybody is transgender. Everyone

Ive actually workshopped this one both with ben (catgirlrepublic) and ghost (ghost-wannabe) lmao its a fun lil concept ive had from the get-go cause i mean. What’s an internet tran gonna do other than hit all their favourite media with the Everyone’s Trans beam

Dave transitioned post-high school and faked his death for it. People go missing in Undisclosed all the damned time, after all. He moved to the next city over, transitioned fully, then came back as a completely new man. Yes i know this doesnt exactly fit with the “everyone knows David from high school” thing alright, hush.

Anytime anyone brings up John’s old best friend (pre-transition Dave) John throws an entire fit like an overdramatic grieving widow. Full-on sobbing “why would you bring her up?! I miss her so much—” to the point that people just stop bringing up because Jesus Christ That Sure Is Uncomfortable KJHGFDS.

This is a scheme he and Dave came up with prior to Dave leaving, though Dave hadnt exactly anticipated John putting on this much of a performance about it— but it’s stopped Dave from ever having tto hear his deadname again, so hey.

Amy transitioned sometime in middle school/early high school. Her family was super supportive and loved her a ton and most people just know her as Amy. she was super shy her whole life really so. Yeah. people just dont think to bring it up lmao also i Feel Like big jim would absolutely wallop anyone who gave her trouble of any kind

John’s nonbinary (genderfluid specifically) and not exactly Interested in transitioning ? like hes fine with how he is. mostly.

he came out to Dave in high school but hes not out to anyone else exactly. Maybe his bandmates. Probably any other trans person in Undisclosed knows, too, cause theyre safe to tell lmao. Johns mostly a “he/him out of convenience” kinda nb who’s cool with any pronouns but does prefer they/them most. Dave and Amy use they/them when the trio are alone

Also this is a totally self-indulgent caveat that i think would be great, Dave’s actually agender but because he's transmasc and transitioned when he thought there were really only two options, and being Boy at least felt less weird than being Girl, he just kind of assumed he was a dude. It’s only through a lot of (like fucking years and years hes probably in his 30s/40s when he puts 2 and 2 together on this one) talks about gender with John that he realizes he actually feels like No Gender. Masc aesthetic with none gender.

I Just Think It’d Be Neat Is All Okay

Also Amy came out to Dave about being trans early on in them seeing each other and his response was to get very nervous before blurting out “me too” and then just being too embarrassed to talk about it for the rest of the day. Hes got a lot of hangups on talking about it actually it takes years for him to get comfortable in that

by contrast when Amy comes out to John about it his response is to yell “EYYY ME TOO” and give her a big ol hug lmao

I think itd be neatt if Amy ran a like. Transfem help/advice blog on tumblr. Kind of helped-with by John who can give her transfem nb insight for certain asks. I also just think that would be neat.

Cowboy AU - i put this one last cause its got drawings to it actually. Theyll be at the bottom

Basically just. Hey you ever watched a western. I think they look neat

This is another one me n ben have come up with lol

The soy sauce and all that shit still exist, im not sure where korrok fits in yet but ill figure it out

Theres no real like solid narrative yet ? but heres the barebones of everybody’s arcs.

John

Johns an absolute troublemaker, Of Course. Hes wanted in several towns for absolutely stupid shit. Hes a loner who shows up, causes chaos, gets drunk, does some drugs, runs away if people get too mad at him

He definitely had the same kind of deal with the soy sauce as in canon— he was at some kind of party, somebody offered it, he took it cause why the fuck wouldnt he, now he can see monsters and shit

Hes kind of a mooch also. Like. dont let him stay in your barn man he’ll never fucking leave and drink all your booze.

He runs into Dave when they happen to just, cross paths in the same town. the bullshit John stirs up ends up involving Dave in a way that makes it seem like it's his fault too, and they both get run out of town

after that he just tags along after Dave. hes decided this guy's Cool he wants to stick around. Dave is pissed at first, but not enough to shoot him or anything, and eventually, John grows on him

Dave

Dave also is a loner but unlike John hes simply so fucking awkward and bad with people. He doesnt feel like he belongs anywhere so he just travels

He’s the stereotypical Lone Ranger tbh. He wanders from town to town, solving their problems, though hed deny its out of any moral obligation (it kinda is, a little bit, tbh. He does like feeling useful). He shows up, fixes things, leaves. He's kind of a legend but most people think he's hiding something dark. other people jsut know him as that guy who farted real loud in the middle of the saloon and promptly skipped town out of sheer embarrassment. you know how it goes with Dave

He ends up involved with the Soy Sauce when a snake (not Actually a snake,) bites him. The snake’s more like the wig-monsters, really. Anyway, it injects him with the soy sauce, he fucking trips balls in the middle of the desert, he can see monsters now

He runs into John and shit goes tits-up, as said, but they become traveling buddies after that. he'd never say so, but he's glad for the company, actually. it's nice. hes not used to companionship but he feels a strange kind of easiness hanging out with John....

not sure how the Monster Dave concept will like fit in to this reality but like. trust me i want it in here. I'll Figure It Out.

Amy

Amy’s been living in a town John and Dave end up passing through and she is very curious about these two new Handsome Strangers who claim to fight monsters and just kinda. Persistently tags along til they let her join for real

Her family’s all dead, unfortunately, just like in canon, and she’s been living alone for a few years before meeting John n Dave. she had nothing left in that town to stay for, she'd been fantasizing about escaping on wild adventures for a long time and this felt a little like a dream come true. (Dave still gives her a spiel about how Difficult it is, but really, her fantasies were pretty grounded-in-reality already. i jsut think thats how she is, yknow?)

Shes the first person to react to the whole “we see monsters” shit with a kind of “oh, okay. neat” kind of response lmao

John and Dave fix whatever the fuck is up with her town (maybe that’s where the Korrok shit can fit, who knows) and Amy ends up being integral to that. After, she insists they take her with them because “they need her now” and Dave just cant really say no. John too is very much "the more the merrier!" and hes actually glad to have another person along he loves people lmao

At the start she has long hair but after she joins them she chops it short with a knife for convenience

also she still is an amputee. justt. idk. it was a wagon/stagecoach accident rather than a car accident lmao. just to clarify since i hadnt mentioned it, i wouldnt rob her of her ghost hand or yknow. all of the significance to her character that Missing A Hand has. although also now im going to have to research what was used as painkillers way-back-when, but im betting shes still got, like, her pain pills, they probably had those, maybe i wouldnt have to try too hard there. old timey medicine could be WACK though,

Shitload

Yeah hes in tthis shit mostly cause i liked designing his cowboy self lmao

Hes a kid (like 16, 17, technically i think in those days that was more Young Man than Kid but whatever. Hes Young i mean.) who got possessed by the Worms out in the desert and, by his family’s perception, just went missing!

Hes also a wanderer, but he ended up at the same town john and dave met in, at that same time, and starts following them after, already aware of who/what they are.

He keeps his face covered 24/7. actually he covers a Majority of his self for reasons. kinda want him to be a slightly more horrifying Worm Entity rather than human idk,

I kinda dont have much for this boy yet sorry Shitload

images !

with some editing notes for me cause im doing a very specific aesthetic with this lmao. i might change some lil details/colours though ...... idk

im also kinda 🤔 about shitload's colour palette. i want things assoicated w the sauce to be black'n'red predominantly but i think his palette might mirror dave's too closely. also im working on a korrok design i jsut am too busy to draw it now

#jdate #john dies at the end #aus #erh. tthe hell do i tag this as #rambles.txt #long post #well let me know if youd wanna hear more or. or something #send an ask. or whatever #yaknow #:jazz hands:

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marshmallow-phd · 4 years

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The Anormic

Part of The Experiments Universe

Genre: Lucky One/Obsession AU

Pairing: Kris x Reader

Summary: You were everything he needed to feel human. But not even your presence could keep the nightmares away. The years had gone by and it seemed his dreams were all that was left of his trauma. When his past comes back and snatches you away, the human mask he’d worked so hard to create will be ripped away and he’ll stop at nothing to get you back.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3

Kris lifted the glass to his lips, letting the harsh alcohol slide down and sting the soft tissue of his throat. Emotional pop music blared from the worn out speakers hanging from various places on the walls. Bungie cables held the heavier boxes in place, wrapped tightly around the frame to keep them from crashing to the floor. He felt pathetic, sitting there on that bar stool, sipping on drinks that did nothing to cure him of his nightmares. Every time he closed his eyes and let his mind wander, he saw the doctors hovering over him, with their needles and toxins and tests. It seemed no matter how far he ran, he couldn’t escape the memories.

“Another one?” the pretty bartender offered. She smiled at him flirtatiously. A curtain of black hair hung from either side of her angular face, landing near the crooks of her elbows, and dark eyes shined under the low lighting. She probably saw his kind all the time. The burdened who thought they could fix whatever was broken in them with a strong drink. But this was only a band aide. His real medicine was elsewhere.

“No, thank you.” Kris pulled his wallet out of his pocket, threw down a bill, and stood up. “Keep the change.”

Disappointed, the bartender took the cash and rang it into the register.

It wasn’t hard to flag down a cab and give the driver his address. At this time of night, they flocked to the bar district, eager to pick up as many intoxicated passengers as they could before the parting ending for the night. Within fifteen minutes he was home. Outside, he looked up at the commonplace building, insignificant brick that blended in with the rest of the street. The apartment wasn’t anything fancy or luxurious, but it was enough. It was better than some. More than what he used to have.

All the lights were out when he stepped through the door. The only sound came from the air conditioner humming as it did its job. Tossing his keys down on the table, he shuffled his way through the dark until he made it to the bedroom. He closed the door as softly as he could before sitting on the edge of the bed and taking off his shoes. The world felt heavy on his shoulders. He was lost, feeling like he should be doing more with his life, but he didn’t know what it could be.

“Kris?”

Sighing, he turned to look over his shoulder.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes so they’d adjust to the darkness. The blankets fell down to your lap and exposed you to the cold given the camisole top you’d warn to bed. Shuffling closer to him, you rested your chin on his shoulder, rubbing his arm comfortingly. “It’s late.”

“I know,” Kris sighed.

He wasn’t even sure why he stayed away, why he went on these excursions as if he’d find the answer to his life out there. As soon as he came back here to your arms, he felt better. Like a warm fire in the middle of a harsh winter, you comforted him, thawed what had once been left for dead. No matter what he did you were there for him to fall into. You made him smile when happiness felt out of reach and your touch grounded him. There was only one problem with this perfect life with you. You thought he was normal.

As far as you were concerned, he was an orphan who grew up in a home and then went out on his own. He wasn’t rich or stable or open, but you stayed around anyway. There were times you’d ask about his past, a detail or moment you were curious about. Kris had mastered the ability to dodge such questions or give a vague enough answer that it wouldn’t technically be a lie. So many times he thought about telling you the truth. About sitting you down and explaining how he wasn’t entirely human, about how his nightmares weren’t random or forgettable. But he could never do it. He was too afraid of losing you.

“Everything okay?” you asked softly.

Kris nodded, not trusting his voice. It didn’t matter. You still didn’t believe him. Perhaps that was your own superpower, the ability to hear a lie, even the silent kind. Shoving the blanket off your lap, you threw a leg over his lap so you were now facing each other, your fingers interlocked behind his neck.

“What’s going on? Please, tell me. I want to help.”

Kris sighed. He hated seeing you frown like that. “It’s nothing you can help with. Just… thoughts in my head.”

“What kind of thoughts?”

“Nothing bad,” he insisted. “I’ve just been thinking about… the orphanage. My past. Wondering where I’m supposed to be going. It seems all I can do is look back when I’m trying to go forward.”

“Well,” your frown morph into a small smile as you played with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I don’t know if I want you to go somewhere. I kind of like you here.”

That made him laugh, just once. “I wouldn’t go anywhere without you.”

“Good.” You pressed your lips to his, sealing that promise. Kris wrapped his arms around your waist and shifted so you were now lying back down on the bed. He hovered over you, taking in every feature he could, from the shape of your nose to the outline of your lips. The way your eyes were filled with so many words when you looked at him would be burned in his memory forever.

“I love you, (y/n),” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

And with your soft kisses and warm touch, he found himself forgetting about his worries. Finding you after wandering for so long was the small light in his life. What good thing had he done to deserve you?

Whatever it was, he was thankful. Oh, so thankful.

The sun trickled in from between the blinds, oh-so kindly beaming on your face to pull you from the wonderful land of sleep. As your consciousness came to the surface, you groaned. Why must the morning always come? You like the night, the cover the darkness gave. It lingered on the feeling of anything could happen. When the morning came, the desired mystery ran for the shadows to bring back the average, the dull.

A hand instinctively reached out to the space beside you. Upon feeling the cold sheets, you opened your eyes and sat up. You frowned. Any normal morning, you would be the first one awake and struggling to coax Kris out of the bed to get started on the day. But today brought you the surprise of an empty bed. You worried that Kris hadn’t slept at all. Climbing out of bed and stealing one of his jackets to fend off the cold air, you shuffled out into the living room. The smell of breakfast filtered in through your nose.

“You’re… cooking?”

The giggles couldn’t be held back. You were too astonished. Of his many talents, putting together an edible meal wasn’t exactly one of them. Barely glancing over his shoulder at you, Kris said, “I wanted something specific today.”

“You could have just asked. I would have made it.”

“You looked like you needed the sleep.”

That was a lie. If anyone needed sleep, it was him. But you let him stick to that story – this time. The sudden urge to be close to him pulled you into the kitchen where you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head against his back. His skin was warm, the steady pulse of his heartbeat reminding you that he was indeed real and not simply a figment of your imagination, a perfect daydream made up to shine up your dull life. The day you met Kris hadn’t been the greatest of your life, but each day after… you called them your little miracles.

With you still attached to him like an overgrown child, he reached up and took two plates out of the cabinet. Filling them up with the mouthwatering (albeit slightly burnt) food, you finally let go and gave the poor guy room to move over to the table that doubled as your studying space. Kris started to move the small cardboard boxes that currently occupied the table, but one of the lids began to slip, you jumped in and took it to the living room. The last thing you needed right now was for him to see what that particular box contained.

“Everything alright?” Kris asked, confused at your slightly frantic manner.

“Yeah,” you slapped on a smile, playing the part of innocence. “These are just old cases for my research project. I’m supposed to be careful with them.”

Kris took you at your word. “How’s that coming?”

“Pretty good. I’m about halfway through it.”

School had never been easy for you. Over the years, you’d lost count over the amount of times you’d started and stopped, never sure of what direction you wanted to go in. You were jealous of the others on campus, so sure of what career they were going to pursue, what major they were focused on. You never had such direction. Since you were young, you’d always had an interest in law and seeking the truth, but you neither wanted to be a lawyer or a detective. It wasn’t until right before you met Kris almost two years ago that you figured it out from a TV show. One of the characters on the drama worked for a law firm, fact checking and tracking down leads that might help the client in court. After researching and learning that, in fact, such a job did exist, you’d realized you’d found your calling. A way to satisfy your constant curiosity and help those who might not be able to help themselves. Funny how the good things came to you almost all at once.

Shaking his head, Kris blew out a long breath from between his lips, scoffing at the end like a period to his wordless sentence. “I don’t know how you do it.”

You moved the last of the boxes, careful to pile the rest so the first wasn’t easily accessible. “Do what?”

“Everything. Your classes, your papers, the internship.”

You shrugged. “It’s all just to get me where I’m going. You could do it, too, if you wanted to.”

Kris shook his head again. “No, you’re the ambitious one in this relationship. You’ve always been smarter than me.”

Feeling mischievous, you walked over and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Oh, hun, you don’t make it that hard.” Big mistake. Kris gaped at you, clearly offended. Then he puffed himself up and you knew you were in for it. “No, no, I was just kidding! I’m sorry!” Too late. You ran from the kitchen, hurrying to get to the bedroom and shut the door, but you were too slow. Pick you up, Kris jumped onto the bed with you in his arms. You wiggled and fought to get out of his grip, but he was too strong so all you could was laugh. His own deep chuckle rumbled in your ear as he tortuously tickled your sides.

“Do you give?” he asked, pausing but still not letting go.

After regaining your breath, you pushed out a “Yes, I give!”

He kissed your lips. “Good. Now, come on. I don’t want to eat cold food.” You stuck your tongue out at him in response, but let him hold your hand as he pulled you to your feet and back to the table. Perhaps mornings weren’t so bad after all.

Kris was sore when he walked through the front entrance. It’d been a long day out at the farm he worked on and he was ready to relax the night away with you, but there was something he had to do first. He was back at the bar, but this time it wasn’t to drown his sorrows alone. Waiting at a high-top was a tanned skin, platinum blond glued to the phone in their hands.

“You’re going to ruin your eyes if you keep staring at it,” Kris teased as he sat down.

Tao scoffed. “If a bullet can’t kill us then I hardly doubt some blue light will hurt our eyes.” The punk was probably right. Modern concerns like that were hardly on their list of worries. Putting the phone off to the side, Tao narrowed his eyes. “Are you still not sleeping?”

“I was, a bit,” Kris corrected. “But lately… not so much.”

“Have you talked to (y/n) about it?”

Before he could answer, a waiter came over to check on the two of them. They ordered drinks and Tao threw in some sort of appetizer platter. Kris had hoped the conversation would naturally turn in another direction, but he was let down. Tao was not going to let his worry over his closest friend go.

“Have you said anything to her?”

“No, I haven’t.” He almost did this morning. While you sat across from him at the table, he could tell that you were holding back, wanting to question how he was up before you when most days he didn’t want to leave the covers. Even after being with you, feeling you breath evenly beside him, he couldn’t get his mind to turn off. He couldn’t relax. It felt as if his body was preparing for something – something bad. He opened his mouth several times to start that conversation, but other words came out instead. “Do you ever wonder if it’s really over?”

What he had expected was reassurance. For Tao to laugh it off and tell him to quit stressing over what didn’t matter. It had been years since they escaped, years since they ended it. Now, they could be like everyone else, at least on the surface. But that wasn’t what he received.

Tao frowned, his eyes lowering to the table between them. “I feel like something’s coming. I don’t know what, but… there might be a reason to be wondering that.”

Swallowing thickly, Kris replied, “Have you seen anything?”

“No,” Tao admitted. “I haven’t. But I can’t make the feeling go away.”

“Damn it!” Kris slammed his fist on the table with enough force to tip over the plastic cup of water that sat on the edge. Before it could tip over completely, everything around them froze. Only Tao and Kris were mobile as the former caught the glass while it hovered in the air and placed it back on the table. Time resumed once again. Kris raised an eyebrow. “You’re getting better at that.”

“I’ve been practicing,” Tao smirked. “You?”

“No. I don’t use that… gift, just in case I get caught.” Especially by you.

Tao rolled his eyes. “You’re going to have to tell her someday, you know that right? Stuff like this doesn’t stay a secret forever.”

“I can at least try.”

Seeing the lack of progress this conversation was having, Tao changed the subject. He filled Kris in on all the places he’d gone, his favorite being an island in the south pacific. Paradise, he called it over and over again. Kris filed that information away for later. Perhaps when you were done with the semester, he could take you there. The two of you could get away for a little while, pretend this city didn’t exist and simply be with each other.

Normally when Kris came home you were either studying away in the living room with your textbooks and notes spread out all over the floor or you were cooking dinner with your favorite songs blaring from your phone’s small speaker on the counter. But he was greeted by neither scenario as he stepped through the door.

All was quiet in the apartment. Too quiet for you to be home. Thinking maybe he’d missed a call or text, he checked his phone, but there was nothing. Odd. You never did that. A cold sweat emerged from his very pores.

“(y/n)? (y/n)?”

No answer.

He flipped on the lights and fell to his knees.

The place was a disaster, signs of a fight around every corner. The bookcase was overturned, the glass coffee table that you were so proud of was smashed to pieces, and so much more was in utter chaos. His heart raced when he saw the blood. There were only small traces, but he still knew that you’d been hurt. Running through the rest of the apartment, he searched for any clue as to what had happened or who might have taken you. Just when he was about to dial the police, he saw it.

It was too perfectly placed for it to be an accident. Whether you were the one who left it or your kidnapper had put it there to taunt him, he wasn’t sure, but it gave him a place to start.

Lying on the floor of the bedroom was a piece of black cloth with ripped, frayed edges. The emblem stitched into the cloth was one he knew too well when he was undercover in EXO. It was the symbol for Regeneration Science, a red R & S intertwined in a sinister, almost snake-like way. Or maybe it was just Kris’ experience that made him see it in that light. Right now that didn’t matter. Right now, he needed to find out why they took you. Why, after all these years, were they coming after him again? They’d destroyed the research and files EXO had on all of them and Moo San was dead.

Fury pulse through Kris. The only danger he’d ever considered you to be in was from himself, not his past. It was supposed to be over.

Kris flipped. Fear was gone and in its place nothing but determination. Shoving the emblem into his pocket, he started making his way around the apartment. In a few spots around the bedroom, he’d hidden various weapons in places he knew you wouldn’t find. They were for emergencies. In the back of his mind, he must have known that this would happen. Tao was right, something bad had come. And now you were in the middle of it. His anger surging, he threw whatever clothes his hands landed on in a duffel bag, his wallet, a few toiletries, along with other necessities. As he made one last trip to the bathroom, something crinkled under his foot.

The cracks that formed in his heart were nearly audible as he crouched down and picked up the rounded piece of metal that had fallen on the floor. In the palm of his hand was the charm from the necklace he’d surprised you with on your one year anniversary. It was a small bird with wings that would never have been big enough to carry them through the air. Wrapping the charm in his fist, Kris closed his eyes and kissed his fingers. Then he snapped them back open.

They would regret this. They would regret coming after him, they would regret taking you away from him. If you were hurt in anyway, they would pay. He would make sure of it.

Throwing the bag over his shoulder, he flipped off the lights and left the apartment, refusing to come back until he was with you again.

Hold on, (y/n). I’m coming for you.

#exo #exo obsession au #exo obsession!au #kris x reader #kris wu #wu yifan #exo lucky one au #exo lucky one!au #exo sci fi au #exo series #The Experiments Universe #The Anormic

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ao3bronte · 4 years

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Mamma Mia AU [Part 4]

READ PART 3 HERE!

Does Your Mother Know

Luka sits back and enjoys the view of the rehearsal dinner from the polished oak counter at the open bar, sipping his second Hennessy of the evening. Things had gone off without a hitch and now the wedding party is socialising amongst themselves, enjoying the ambiance and the splendour of the space since they have it rented out for another few hours. Alya’s Buzzfeed friends come and go from the bar but Luka only has eyes for one particular woman…

...until an old ghost from his past catches his eye.

“Couffaine,” Kagami Tsurugi divides the crowd as she stalks her way up to the bar, her empty crystal tumbler grasped between her fingers. She sets it down onto the gleaming wood and wordlessly beckons the bartender to fill her glass with the bottle of Japanese whisky hiding behind the Grey Goose, “It seems Los Angeles is treating you well.”

Luka sizes her up, his heart rate increasing as he soaks in the silhouette of her navy pencil dress, accented by a peekaboo cut out at the hollow of her spine, “It’s nice, I’ll admit, but not as nice as Paris.”

Kagami hums, bringing her tumbler up to her lacquered lips, “I’ve only been a few times. I find the whole country pretentious, really. I prefer the unconceited simplicity of home.”

“And is home here? Or back in Japan?”

“I split my time evenly between the two,” she replies, savouring the eighteen year old Hakushu whisky on her tongue, “Between business and competition, I find the dichotomy of the two quite...pleasant.”

“But you prefer Paris.”

Kagami nods, “Naturally.”

“Let me guess,” Luka’s lips quirk, seeing right through her prose for the melody lying within, “Your mother is back in Japan.”

“She certainly isn’t here,” Kagami raises a brow, “And she certainly doesn’t know I’m taking part in a wedding instead of the European Fencing Tournament in London this weekend.”

“I’m sorry,” Luka can’t help but laugh a little, “I only met your mother once. She was scary.”

“I’ll probably never hear the end of it for ‘betraying the family name for nuptial frivolities’,” Kagami shrugs, “But some things are worth toeing the line for.”

“Don’t I know it,” Luka nods, “Are you here for long?”

“I’m flying back to Tokyo Monday morning,” she takes a long swig of the amber liquid and hisses, “I don’t expect to see the light of day for a while once the press catches wind of my presence here.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Luka soaks her in and frowns as the delicate harmonies of her heart song begin to clash discordant.

“My mother has no qualms in reminding me of the mandatory respect I owe to the family name. To rebel, as I’m doing now, is practically unforgivable.”

It’s Luka’s turn to hum, leaning forwards, “So run away.”

“Pardon me?”

“You heard me,” Luka’s wolfish grin takes her aback, “I’ve read about you on the internet, I know you’re wealthy. What’s stopping you from stretching your wings?”

“My mother,” Kagami’s mask of calm finally cracks, revealing the cacophonous melody of her mind, “She would kill me.”

“A little distance makes the heart grow fonder,” Luka turns away for a moment, watching Marinette blush furiously in front of the blond man she’d been successfully avoiding all dinner, “And I doubt Tomoe would slice your head off if you took a little extended vacation, considering you’re the only heir to the family business.”

“It’s not a risk I’m willing to take,” Kagami replies, downing the rest of her whisky in one go. She turns to the bartender and orders another, “Besides, where would I go? My mother will send her guards to find me if I stay in Paris.”

“Come stay with me,” Luka smiles at her over the rim of his glass, enjoying the crescendo of her chorus, “Trade in your épée for the sun and the sand.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” Kagami mutters into her whisky, her brows furrowed once again, “She’d disown me.”

“Good thing you’ve already cashed that trust fund then,” Luka swirls the rest of his Hennesey within its crystal confines, “That’s the first rule of show business, right? Get your money somewhere where no one can touch it.”

“I can’t risk it.”

“Your heart song tells me otherwise.”

Kagami’s stare is unrepentant, “I’ve always wondered how you did that.”

“We all have our superpowers,” Luka shrugs, “You’re the greatest fencer on the planet and I can hear the melody of a person’s thoughts.”

“Yours seems to be more useful than mine.”

He smirks, “Yours is sexier.”

The tension between them thickens, “When do you leave for Los Angeles?”

“I have a red eye booked for midnight on Sunday,” Luka responds, “I wanted a day to sleep off the hangover before hitting the clubs stateside.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re considering it, aren’t you?”

“Hardly,” Kagami lies blatantly, barely even bothering to pretend the possibility isn’t teasing her thoughts, “That would be very irresponsible of me.”

“It would certainly be rebellious, something you’re clearly not.”

“I am a perfect daughter. I’ve never rebelled in my life.”

“Of course,” Luka nods, “You never used to sneak out with Adrien and party the night away on my houseboat back in lycée.”

“You’re mistaking me for someone else entirely,” Kagami counters, a smirk playing on her lips, “A Tsurugi would never.”

“And you certainly never beat all the boys in your grade at keg stands and beer pong,” Luka shakes his head, “That must have been someone else too.”

“Exactly,” she nods resolutely, stretching one of her long, slender legs in his direction to nudge him in the knee.

“Except there’s no one quite like you,” Luka wraps his fingers gently around her ankle, his calluses rough against her skin, “Devoted. Composed, yet fiercely independent. I can hear every little bit of it, the spiking percussion that segues into understated meditations, the energetic, multi layered melodies that transition into sweeping musical tapestries. I’ve only ever heard a heart song as compelling as this one once before, but I lost the opportunity to be with her long ago.”

Kagami looks stricken, her façade finally crumbling as she soaks in the weight of his words, “You never told me.”

“You were dating Adrien then,” Luka explains, his fingers tracing soft patterns up her calf, “And then I moved away to Los Angeles. I never lost track of you though. I was even there when you won the North American Championships in San Diego last year. I came just to watch you kick ass.”

“I didn’t know you were there,” she blinks, her pupils blown wide.

“That’s because you left right after,” Luka’s ministrations caress the sensitive hollow at the back of her knee, “You’re always at the beck and call of your family, a fearless soul locked in a gilded cage. I know you’ve tried to let go—”

“—and it hasn’t worked out so well in the past,” she breathes, her lips parting as he runs his fingertips along the outline of her kneecap, “But I guess you already knew that if you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

“I keep tabs on all my friends,” he smiles, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks as he glances downwards, “I’m not just a dumb rock star, you know. I value my friendships with the people who liked me before I hit platinum.”

“And I value the men who don’t kiss my ass just because I’m rich,” she laughs through her nose, goose pimples prickling along her skin.

“Sounds like we might just get along after all.”

They finish the rest of their drinks together in comfortable silence.

#miraculous ladybug #mamma mia #lukagami #luka couffaine #kagami tsurugi

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jeongyunhoed · 4 years

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Past-Present-Future

What do you do

When everything you’ve done

Comes back to haunt you?

Group: ATEEZ

Superpowers AU!

Mutants, assassins, confronting the past! a little dive into the concept of romantic soulmates!

with OCs

Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Adventure, Angst, Implied smut, Fluff, Gen

Flashback-heavy

Featuring mentions of: Park Jihoon (solo), Chanyeol, Dean, Zelo

Warnings: Blood, gore, death, violence, character deaths

She has lived with guilt. Slowly remembering details of her checkered past when interned at a sanitarium years ago. The sudden reemerging of a person she remembered dying and the resurgence of a powerful crime syndicate will have her trying to walk the line between the person she has become and the person she was once destined to be.

A/N: I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this at all, but I guess it’s worth a try to increase my works on this platform again. The masterlist for this will be up shortly once I figure out/try and make a good graphic. Keyword: TRY (as I suck at photo editing)

Chapter 1.

“As of today, the seven of you will become a unit, a covert unit. To put it simply, if I want someone killed, you will do it for me, if I want people killed, you will do it for me, if I want information, you will retrieve it for me, all in all, if I want something, you will get it for me, I am good they are bad,” A woman, whose face was obscured in the dark, told the seven people - six men and one woman, all of whom had vacant expressions and were staring into space.

They were lined up in a padded room, a secret room in the sanitarium that doubled as a training room from the shelves upon shelves of sharp weapons on display at the very end of the room. She knew they could hear her, they just couldn’t speak.

“Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, and,” A man said this time, his face also obscured in the dark, reciting each of their names before rounding on the sole woman in the lineup of people wearing sanitarium uniforms. “Lee Mirae,” the man was smirking in the dark. “The future of our program, you will lead this unit, your progress from all the training these past few years has been exceptional, near-perfect, I would like to think.”

Mirae said nothing. “Quite an impressive one you are, Lee Mirae,” The woman spoke again. “It’s almost as if you were born for this kind of job. Changseok, what do you think? She is the most successful one we’ve trained under the program, right?”

“Quite right, honey. Lee Mirae, you are the most successful experiment in this program of ours. It’s not hard to see why, you were born with the mutant gene,” The man seemed to stare at her. “Your own parents didn’t realize your true potential when they interned you in here, but consider this as a way to lead you to what you are destined to be. The most-feared mercenary the world has ever known. The mere sight of you will bring even the most powerful people to their knees, begging you to spare their lives.”

Mirae still said nothing. Like the others, she could hear them, she just couldn’t speak. “You will be pulled out whenever we have a mission for you. This will entail traveling to faraway parts of the world. While you’re all built to be killing machines, I don’t think any of you are invulnerable to harm. But don’t worry, after every mission, upon returning, you will all be subject to electroshock therapy. Just enough to make you forget what you’ve done, where you went, and whom you might have killed,” The woman spoke again.

They could hear her. They just couldn’t speak. “You are all ready for your first mission. It’s in Busan. You will be briefed on the way. It’s time to open Pandora’s Box.”

The seven of them twitched in their places. As the man known as Changseok began to repeat the last two words, the seven of them continued twitching, tilting their heads as if hearing something that hurt their ears. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard, forks scratching ceramic plates. When Changseok stopped, all of them stood still, a blank look in their eyes as if in a trance. “Remember, regardless of the weapon you pick, you are the true weapon.”

Seoul. 9:00 p.m. Present day.

Five years have passed since the Seoul attack that changed everything. Almost everyone that was part of trying to stop it was gone, either dead or missing. Lee Mirae stared at the rain tapping on the windows of her apartment. It was now four years since the Utopian cult, the encounter that gave her a rude awakening, the encounter that made everything seem like a lie, the encounter where she lost her adoptive brother Jihoon. There was a memorial in place for the lives lost during those times, placed on the site where the Center for Paranormal Research once stood.

This was no longer the place she once knew. Even the brightest colors from the lights by the river seemed to have a grey, almost black tinge to it all. For some reason, the place she called home was no longer as bright as she knew it to be. It was a lot darker, and it wasn’t only because of the constant dark clouds hanging over the city, but it was also because the crime rate was still at its highest. Gangs were rampant all over. Law enforcement couldn’t be trusted. It wasn’t hard for Mirae to realize how much things weren’t so bright and cheerful since the Seoul attack. It was never bright and cheerful. She just wasn’t paying much attention.

Mirae was a mutant, and had the ability to manipulate energy. She turned the smallest things into extremely explosive projectiles, and she often did it with a deck of cards. Being an omega-level mutant, the fullest extent of her powers allowed her to turn into an energy being, aside from a healing factor that made her almost immortal, and it also slowed down her aging process. She was a fighter, gifted with many forms of combat, and she was often told by her adoptive brother that no one could beat her in any way, but she knew that wasn’t true nor was it going to be true. She often used a steel bo staff made for her by Junhong, one of the surviving tech guys from the attack, who also took it upon himself to make changes to some of her things, including her car and the windows of both her apartment and the record store she owned and operated.

Her powers didn’t stop there. From the two big events that shook the city came her ability to trap souls into objects, usually her cards. This also resulted in a white streak in her hair that she never bothered covering up, not even when she tried to dye her hair.

She heard the door open and turned around. It was her half-brother, Choi San, coming back from getting take-out at the nearest restaurant. San was a mutant like her, and was also gifted with the ability to manipulate energy, only he channeled it through his harpoon. His healing abilities were just as strong as hers, granting him near-immortality. San was also skilled in combat, and when they reunited, he was working as a mercenary for hire. He still was one. Like her, he also had a streak in his hair, a purple one that seemed to cover up the white that formed upon using his powers to their fullest extent.

Mercenary. The mere word made her shake her head. That wasn’t her. If it was, then it was the old her. She was no longer under the control of her Utopian cult. The trigger was gone, taken out of her head. She knew this well. She was the one who drove the sword into the leaders of that cult, her own adoptive parents.

“I’ve come back bearing meat, I figured we could grill some over the stove for dinner tonight” He said, holding up a black plastic bag. San tilted his head. “You had another dream, didn’t you?” He figured.

“Yeah,” Mirae let out an exasperated sigh. She had trouble sleeping, knowing that her dreams would present her flashes of memories from her time at the sanitarium. Only this time, the memories she would have would lead her to wake up in tears as those memories were of Jihoon. Jihoon, whom she promised to protect with her whole life when he got out, whom she practically raised, and whom she ultimately failed to save.

“What was it this time?” San asked, already bringing out a griddle pan to pan-fry the meat instead.

“The first mission I had, or at least that’s what it sounded like, the usual stuff,” She replied, setting the table while he cooked the meat.

San’s expression turned into that of concern as he glanced at her. It made him wonder how he could somehow help her get out of this, out of her inability to sleep. “I could get you sleeping pills if you need it,” He said carefully.

“Thanks, but no thanks. Whether or not I take them, I still have those dreams,” Mirae shook her head, helping him out with cooking this time.

“Hasn’t Junhong… tried to come up with something to help you? What about your friends? Chanyeol? Hyuk? Have they thought of helping you?” San’s tone was becoming increasingly concerned.

“How can they? Hyuk’s not that powerful a telepath, what can Chanyeol do, burn my head? Ino… well, he’s too caught up in trying to manage his own powers to even try and help out other people,” Mirae answered. “Even if they tried, when the trigger was taken out of me, the psychic block in my head grew stronger, they can’t read my mind even if I wanted them to.”

San frowned. He hated that he couldn’t do anything to help her either. “I hear you crying in the middle of the night sometimes,” he said, partly wondering if it was the right time to point it out. “At first I thought you were crying because you missed Jihoon, but over time I realized it was something else,” He quickly turned the meat over in time before one side burned.

“I will always miss him. But every time I go to sleep I’m always haunted by what happened to me before,” Mirae muttered. “I’ll be fine, San. Really, I’ll be fine, I can cope with it,” She assured him. “Maybe some sparring will help clear my head. Want to spar with me later?”

“Will you let me win this time?” San teased, in an effort to lighten the mood.

“I can’t promise you that,” Mirae teased back.

“I thought you said you were training yourself?” Mirae asked later on in the training room down the hall from their apartment later that night. She managed to put San down on the mat in less than a minute during their first try.

“I was!” San argued, sounding frustrated as he got back up on his feet. “You’re just that good!” He pointed out, charging towards his sister, who easily blocked every strike he made while he did the same yet with a few maneuvers later, he was back down on the mat.

“That’s not true, you’re probably just not training enough,” Mirae pointed out, helping him back up.

“Hey! I really was!” San got back up. “Maybe we should just go through the obstacle course kind of training instead,” He said. Although he was frustrated at how he never seemed to be able to one-up Mirae, he couldn’t stay frustrated for long. He wanted to help her clear her head and he was determined to make it happen, even if it was at his own expense.

“Deal. I would never fight you anyway, unless you need to because I might be hypnotized or something,” She assured him, flipping one of the switches to start the courses in front of them. Several dummies were already positioned at the end along with spiked gauntlets that were rotating.

When Mirae flung a few cards towards the dummies in front of her, it signaled San to attack as well, his harpoon gun piercing through the dummy head and as the arrow pulled back, the head was nearly ripped off. The two of them rolled over to either side of the room, picking up the nearest weapon they could get their hands on: Mirae, her staff and San with a pair of nunchaku.

They attacked the spiked gauntlets at the same time with their weapons, kicks, and punches. Their attacks seemed incredibly effortless and precise. San smiled to himself at how they attacked at the same time, and he could tell Mirae was smiling as well, some blood staining the backs of their shoes from kicking a little too hard and breaking the spikes off. When they reached the end of the course, they looked at the nearly broken down obstacles, satisfied with what they did. Mirae handed him a pair of shurikens and the two of them kicked each one towards the dummies that fell out from the ceiling. While San’s hit the dummies on the legs, Mirae’s hit them squarely on the chest and on the head.

They hit high fives. “Close enough, but we did great!” San enveloped her in a hug with one arm. “One day, I’ll hit those dummies just as good as you did” He said, eyeing the shurikens on the legs of the dummies hanging from the ceiling. “I’ve always wondered why you don’t have guns in here.”

“These weapons existed long before there were guns,” Mirae pointed out, retracting her staff. “And they’re a lot cooler to use,” She winked, making San chuckle.

“Okay then, let’s call it a night, I’ve got a game to play and we’ll clean all of this up tomorrow, don’t clean it up, let’s do it tomorrow” San pushed her towards the doors before she could object.

Mirae allowed herself to be led, still feeling the rush from their training session. As she set foot outside the room and into the hallway, she froze as she saw a tall man dressed in black from head to toe, wearing a mask and a fedora. She could tell he was looking right at her before he fled. The way he was dressed seemed familiar to her yet she didn’t know how, it felt a little too familiar as if she wore something like that before. He himself also gave off that familiar feeling.

The man fled before she tried to follow, but as Mirae ran and tried to catch up by the elevator, he was already gone. San caught up to her. “What is it?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Nothing, a stray cat got up here” She muttered. “Let’s go back inside.”

San frowned. “We could’ve taken that cat inside, gave it food, it was probably hungry” He said as they turned back to their apartment. “We could’ve even taken it in for good, like a pet” He eyed her.

Mirae shook her head again as they entered their home, taking their stained shoes off, revealing the bloodied socks they were both now sporting. She was still thinking about the man in black. Why was he so familiar to her? “You can shower first, I’ll go in after you” She said, heading to her bedroom.

“Really? Okay then, I’ll let you know when I’m done” San raised a brow, sensing that something was on her mind. Not wanting to ask further, he went straight to the bathroom.

“Remember our promise, okay?” Yunho choked, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as Mirae tried to hold him. They were in the middle of a desert-like place, somewhere far away. “Remember it-I’ll look for you-I’ll find my way to you when either of us get out, okay?” He sputtered, looking up at her, eyes becoming glazed over.

The strong wind hit their faces but Mirae didn’t care. Hot tears were streaming down her eyes as she held him, trying her hardest to stop the bleeding coming from his side but failing. “Mirae! Get back here! Leave him!” Hongjoong was yelling as they were on their way back into the military plane, trying to get away from the larger group of what looked like soldiers that worked for their target.

“He’s a lost cause, you can’t save him, Mirae,” Seonghwa tried to pull her up but Mirae refused to budge. “You’re our leader, we’re not leaving without you” He added.

“Go with them-go with them” Yunho sputtered. “I love you, Lee Mirae. I love you. Remember that” and his eyes closed, his form collapsing under her.

More tears fell down the sides of her face as she held his lifeless body close. The pain she felt was slowly being replaced with rage, and as she saw the oncoming soldiers running towards them, about to fire their weapons, her eyes glowed red making all of them combust, exploding in front of her including the weapons they were carrying.

Seonghwa and the others stared at the scene in shock. Tears were still flowing down the sides of her face as the glow in her eyes faded. He was gone. Yunho was gone.

Mirae’s eyes shot open in the middle of the night and she sat up. An overwhelming sadness came over her and before she realized it, tears were already flowing down her face. Her hands were shaking as she sobbed into them, She had forgotten his name, but he must have been someone important to her. Whoever he was, his death felt like a heavy blow, like her heart was being broken over and over.

She had been dreaming about him a lot more lately. Mirae got out of bed and stepped out of her room, sneaking past the sofa bed that San was sleeping on and going to the kitchen. She still felt that overwhelming sadness as she took a drink of water, trying to wipe her eyes from the tears that managed to escape even as she felt like she had already cried her eyes out for the past few minutes.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized how her time at the sanitarium was more than just a blur, more than Jihoon, more than the electroshock therapy sessions she often had to go under. Mirae figured she fell in love while interned, with the guy she was dreaming about, the guy whose face she was being made to remember.

“Mirae,” San was already sitting up, looking at her with one eye open. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Go back to sleep, I’m fine,” Mirae assured him quietly.

“It’s getting harder for me to see you like this, I can’t just go back to sleep,” San got up and made his way towards his sister. “What was it this time?”

Mirae didn’t know how she could tell him. “Someone who isn’t Jihoon, dying in front of me, I killed a lot of people in return. I can’t remember his name, but I’m remembering his face more and more.”

“Must be important to you, whoever they are” San said.

“He must be. Otherwise I wouldn’t have killed all of those people in front of us.”

San rubbed her back and wrapped an arm around her. “Like what you told me, sis. You’ll be okay. This is what’s helping you heal.”

“I hope so, San,” She looked up at him, feeling the overwhelming sadness and heartbreak again. “I hope so.”

San stayed up with her to keep her company for a little while more until she urged him to go back to sleep. Neither of them were aware that the man, dressed in black from head to toe with a mask and a fedora hat, was looking up at them from outside the building.

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colour-outside-the-liness · 3 years

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Oh wow, you two have been friends for a long time then! I know what's that like, I've known my best friend who lives in Spain since we were 8! Definitely awesome to have someone like that in your life. Are you still going to be roommates when the baby comes? And that was really thoughtful of your ex making sure you didn't travel alone.

Canada is really cold tho, so if you're okay with that you should def move there! Ah well, I'm doing better now so that's what matters, all the horrible worries I had when I lived back home are gone atm.

Yeah, that's the spirit! you can do all US states even if it takes you 43 years, that's plenty of time! hahaha And your welcome, it's one of my favourite fics.

Your mind is great, don't worry. At least something good came out of it haha.

Oh so people make her a pisces then, I see. I've met a pisces who was kinda like Dani once so that's why I said she has that kind of energy, but she def has fire on her chart too. And yeah I can see some virgo traits in her, but she's very sensitive and a bit naive so I guess pisces makes more sense.

I had to look up what a badger was hahaha never heard of them before.

I'm sorry you had to go through that. Sounds scary. And you still have to take medication bc of it. The threat of catching covid must've made that 10x worse too. And I can only hope to learn from my mistakes at the very least.

People who made thobm are fucking savages tbh hahaha. 😂 Kinda wish they had cast Oliver as Jamie like they originally intended but then we wouldn't have our damie... don't know what's worse honestly.

Oh Yorkshire accent is pretty cool too, isn't the lead singer of the Arctic Monkeys from Yorkshire? Honestly think all the language variations and different accents that come with each region are really fascinating. And that happens with all languages, not just English. Wish I could speak all languages in the world, that would be a cool superpower! I guess it makes sense you like American accents more bc it's so different from yours. I've become desensitized to North American accents just bc I hear them all the time, but I see how it would be more appealing to you.

Oooh I love that possibility of it becoming a real fic soon hahaha. Worst part of letting it cook is that I already have the finished illustration in my head but the transferring to reality part is not working rn. Wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy tbh.

You def had a busy weekend and start of the week! I have a virgo in my life rn too I know the struggle. Her birthday is this weekend in fact. I had an okay weekend thank you! Managed to catch up with that pirate AU you recommended and I'm already planning fanart for it that will probably never see the light of day haha! Are we going to have more smut this next MoU update? (need to know for scientific purposes 🔬)

Yeah we've been friends for years we met when we were 14 and are still friends now at 27 so it's been one of my longest friendships I have a friend that I met at 4 but we're not as close as we once were still really good friends but not best friends haha!! aww that's so cool that you guys have been friends for that long!! Yeah we're still gonna live together when the baby comes- we're looking for a bigger place right now to make room for the baby and her boyfriend (he still doesn't live with us yet but will soon.... *insert gif of Monica Gellar one friends saying "And now I have to live with a boy" while crying* Yeah my ex is a super thoughtful person and she just didn't want me travelling so far alone when I had never flown before because when I went to Paris with my college we drove there and went on the Eurostar and it took us 13 hours to get there but I had never flown before going to LA and I picked an 11 hour flight for my first one so she wanted someone to fly with me she's a very thoughtful person I LOVE the cold weather I am so sad right now because it's bene quite warm in the north of England I can't wait until it's like -3 degrees Celsius during the winter nights again so I am sure I would love Canada I am fine with it taking me 43 years if that's what it takes haha I just wanna hit all 50 states I think it would be so fun to do it and to be able to say I'd done it. Haha thank you!! As long as something good comes out of it that's all I can hope for but there are times I've done things and people are like "And you're allowed to teach kids?" Like I can be really dumb sometimes haha. Yeah I've seen a couple of fics where she has been a pisces I think with it never being said and with VP never saying what she thinks she is people have looked at her personality and matched it up to zodiac signs- a lot of the pisces I've met haven't been like Dani like I said but I do trust what people who know more about zodiac signs say because I know nothing and I just pick a random date each time so CBML she's a Leo and MoU she's a virgo and in SLS she's gonna be a Scorpio because that's just how I've done it haha but I really know nothing about zodiac signs other than what you have told me!! There different types of badgers there are honey badgers and they're more in America here we have a different type of badger and they look so cute but they are really vicious if they feel attacked or scared so try snd avoid badgers... more than that though we just have cows, geese, ducks, swans... lots of foxes but noting dangerous like bears or anything its a very boring place to live!! Yeah it is pretty scary but I just take everything one day at a time- I actually caught Covid last year because of how much time I was in the hospital having treatments for my condition I caught Covid and ended up in the hospital for a week while they had to give me loads of medication and blood transfusions and had to put me on a fluid drip because I was really dehydrated and that was really scary but luckily I was okay and now I am fully vaccinated so hopefully I won't catch it again. I think you will definitely learn from your mistakes I feel like some mistakes have to be made in life so you can grow from them Oh they were definitely savage but I love Bly Manor so much and I will watch it so many more times I can't wait for it to come out on DVD!! Like it was heart breaking but so beautiful and we got such an incredible wlw relationship from it and some great representation and I love that!! Would be interesting to see how it would've affected people had Oliver played Jamie though Yeah Alex Turner is from Sheffield which is South Yorkshire so again we have a similar accent but it's different because I am from further North but there are things that we say in a similar way because we’re from Yorkshire just different parts of Yorkshire... there are four Yorkshires: North, East, West, and South haha and all are in the north of England Yeah I think that’s the case every where I think accents and languages are so interesting and I would love to be able to speak any other language but I only speak English in my school it wasn’t seen as being overly important to learn a language and I have tried learning them since leaving school but I struggle now There are some American accents I love (Southern and Midwestern) so when I heard Dani speak I was like 😍🥵🥰 because I love that type of accent I have become desensitised to some American accents that are just standard ones from watching so many movies and TV shows but there are some accents that just make me do heart eyes haha I am hoping it can become a real fic soon but I am struggling with some stuff but keeping hopeful with it!! Awwh no I’m sorry it’s so hard for you I hope it gets better soon that you’re able to get it onto a page!! I have had such a busy weekend and part of the week had a bit of a busy day today too and looking after my niece again tomorrow not rest for me it would seem but it’s fine I don’t mind keeping busy!! Well happy birthday to her I hope she has a great day!! Oh yay I’m glad had an okay weekend and that you were able to catch up on the pirate AU and that you already have fan art planned for it- even if no one ever sees that fanart!! No there is no smut in this chapter of MoU some implied smut but no actual smut- there will probably be smut in chapter 9 though because y’know... it’s me haha 😂

#lib3rtin33

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joontopia · 4 years

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Evolver: Chapter 2

pairing: namjoon x reader, jimin x oc, jin x reader

genre: mafia!au, evolver!au, superpower!au, soulmate!au with angst, smut, & violence

word count: 9.6k

warnings: nsfw, cursing, soft dom!joon, bratty!reader

You stood there beside your father with your arms crossed, still smirking at the blonde haired boy standing in between Won-ho and Jin. You enjoyed the look of shock and embarrassment still apparent on his face after finding out who you are. He was cute, handsome even. The thought of his hands on your body excited you and you found yourself wanting to draw closer to him. The little show he had playing in his head of the things he wanted to do to you only piqued your interest in him and you found yourself continuing his thought process in your own mind, wondering how his lips would feel on yours.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind having some fun with you either, Pretty Boy,” you thought to yourself. Before you let yourself get too lost in your thoughts, you reminded yourself why you were here.

“What are you hiding in that gorgeous head of yours…” You looked back up at Namjoon, cheeks still slightly flushed from embarrassment. He blinked a few times, still staring at you, before clearing his throat.

“I’m Kim Namjoon. Won-ho’s nephew on his brother’s side. It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” Namjoon said while he placed his hands in his pants pockets, giving you a beautiful smile that made his dimples pop out from his cheeks.

“Holy fuck, that’s cute.”

You felt your cheeks flush from the sight of him. You couldn’t deny it to yourself. You were very, very attracted to Namjoon. You took a few seconds to finally look him up and down. He was dressed in a black suit with a white button-up shirt underneath his blazer. Long blonde hair slicked back just a little out of his face. Just slightly taller than Jin, his shoulders were not as wide but you can still tell he had a very nice build under his clothes. You involuntarily licked your lips as your eyes trailed up his long legs and torso. Once your eyes met his again, you noticed a smirk now on his face, one of his eyebrows raised while looking back at you. The shock and embarrassment gone, now replaced with confidence and dominance.

While still staring at each other, you peeked back into his mind. You were met with an image of you pinned under him on a bed, one hand securing both your arms above your head by your wrist. The other roaming your body again, making its way down to your hips while one of his legs spreads yours apart. Your lips part just slightly, feeling yourself becoming aroused by the way he’s roughly handling you in his mind. You keep your eyes locked on his, holding his gaze and daring him to continue. You practically forget where you are, not realizing everyone’s eyes were watching the both of you. You and Namjoon start to unconsciously take a step towards each other, while Jin, who was still standing next to Namjoon, was looking back and forth between you two. You didn’t even notice him until he cleared his throat and spoke to you, breaking your concentration on his cousin to look at him.

“So how was your trip, Y/N? Didn’t think you were going to make it back in time,” Jin said, giving you a big smile.

“It was good. Cut short but I was able to get done what I needed to do. Did you miss me, Jinnie?” You gave him a wink and watched his ears turn red as he smiled again and looked away from you.

“Well…” Won-ho spoke as he took a seat in the armchair next to him, “Now that we are all acquainted, let's get started, shall we?”

Jin went to go stand on the right side of his father while your own father took a seat in his armchair across the way from Won-ho. You felt eyes on you and turned to look at Namjoon, who was still staring at you. Your father went to speak, but you weren’t in the slightest bit interested in what he had to say. Too preoccupied with the deliciously dirty thoughts of you floating through Namjoon’s head. You held his gaze again, watching as he now showed you images of having you blindfolded, hands tied to a bed frame as he’s tracing your entire body with an ice cube followed by his tongue. You felt a shiver go up your spine, mentally experiencing the sensation. You continued to stare at him as he continued with the thought in his head, further trailing the ice cube down your stomach and between your thighs. You involuntarily squirm on the spot, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. Namjoon, noticing you fidget, smirks and clears the image from his mind, not allowing you to see what more he was going to do, much to your annoyance.

“What a fucking tease,” you thought as the sides of your lips turned down into a slight frown. Your eyes started to shift towards your father and Won-ho, intending to get caught up on the current conversation when you see Namjoon slightly tilt his head out of the corner of your eye. You turn back to him, still looking at you as more images start to form in his mind, these ones much different than the previous two he shared with you.

You saw yourself sitting on a bed, the covers slightly thrown off to the side, legs wrapped around Namjoon as he pulled you close. Your hands lightly placed on his bare chest while you were wearing nothing but his button up. Your foreheads were leaning against each other as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. The intimacy of the moment made your cheeks flush pink. The scene suddenly changed in his mind. This time the two of you were sitting at a small table covered in a white cloth while a waiter poured two glasses of wine. A delicious looking slice of Tiramisu on the table between you. Your hand reached for his across the table as he interlaced his fingers with yours. The look he had on himself in his mind was so loving, the way he was staring at you. The real you broke eye contact with Namjoon, looking down to the floor. The scene in his mind changed again. You watched as he watched you in his mind, walking down a nature path lined with blooming cherry blossom trees. You watched as you turned around and smiled at him, giggling as you reached for him and pulled him close for a kiss.

You felt your cheeks flush again. “Pull yourself together, Y/N. Don’t let him get to you,” you thought to yourself. “Find his secret. Do it now while he’s distracted.” You snapped your eyes back up to meet Namjoon’s. Looking past the scenes he had playing for you in his head, you dived into his memories. Flipping through his memories like a picture book, you didn’t have to go far to find the memory of his earlier car ride with his uncle and cousin. You watched the memory, listening to the conversation they had in the car. Bingo.

You pulled out of Namjoon’s head and tuned back into the conversation between your father and Won-ho.

“Seojun, my friend. I know you’re growing tired of my requests, but I promise this is the last time. If you say no again, I will honor it,” Won-ho said to your father, a serious look on his face.

“Is this why you brought your nephew up here? Offering him up as another bachelor for my daughter?” Your father asked. Static energy radiating off of him in annoyance to the topic. Won-ho opened his mouth to answer, but you cut him off before he could.

“No. He’s here for another reason,” you said while still looking at Namjoon. All eyes in the room were now back on you. “He’s an evolver. With the power of persuasion.”

“What game are you trying to play at, Won-ho?” Your father asked through gritted teeth. If Won-ho was nervous, he didn’t let it show. His voice was calm and unwavering in his response, even though what he was about to say was a lie.

“No games, Seojun. My nephew has a power that would be more useful up here with us rather than being put to waste in Busan.”

“Don’t you lie to me, Won-ho.” The energy radiating off your father made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He looked at you, mouth pressed into a hard line. He didn’t even have to say the question he wanted you to answer, nor think it. “Is he lying, girl? Tell me now.”

You looked at your father before looking up past him and making eye contact with your brother. Yoongi shook his head slightly and you gave him a small smile, nose scrunching just a bit before turning and looking at Won-ho. Your eyes start to glow red, diving into Won-ho’s mind. It takes you longer to find his memory of the car ride here, him being very well trained in hiding his thoughts from mind readers like yourself. Once you find it, you bring it to the surface of Won-ho’s mind as he stares, poker-face, back at you, making sure he knew that you were well aware of his intentions before you answered your father’s questions.

“He’s not lying,” you said, eyes still looking at Won-ho. The corner of his lips turned up into a small smirk before looking back at your father. You look up from him to his side and see Seokjin looking at you, giving you a nod of thanks for keeping their intentions quiet.

“Seojun, my friend. You mean to tell me, you still don’t trust me? After all we’ve been through?” Won-ho says with a chuckle. You can feel your father growing even more agitated by the second, the energy radiating off of him causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand.

“I do not have time for your games, Won-ho. This union will not happen,” your father said through gritted teeth, his hands digging into the arms of the chair he was sitting in. You notice his eyes start turning red as a spark goes off in the space between you two, causing you to jump a little to the side. You notice movement out of the corner of your eye and turn to see that Namjoon took a step towards you, a look of concern on his face. You look at him, shaking your head and he stops.

Won-ho, ignoring the obvious tension in the air, continues to press his luck, “Seojun, this would speak volumes in the underground. This would make our stance as the top mafia even stronger.”

“Are you implying that we are weak? Choose your words carefully, Won-ho,” your father said, teeth still gritted together.

“You know that is not what I mean. All this will do is unify our two gangs. My son and your daughter would rule the futu-- “

“ENOUGH!” Your father shouted as he slammed his fist down onto the arm of the chair, eyes glowing a deep blood red. A jolt of lightning shot off from his closed fist and up into the ceiling. You throw your hands to cover your head as you feel small pieces of the ceiling fall on top of you.

You began to raise your head and brush off the dust when you heard Jin yell at you, “Y/N! Look out!”

You look over at Jin who was looking up at the ceiling above you. You hear cracking noises and look up just in time to see the chandelier you were standing under start to fall. Eyes wide, you start to take a step back when you feel someone push you out of the way and fall to the ground on top of you, just as the chandelier crashed onto the ground where you stood just a second before. All of a sudden, a huge burst of energy shot out from you and the person on top of you causing your ears to ring.

“Y/N, can you hear me? Are you okay?” You look up to see Namjoon on top of you, eyes focused on you looking for any signs of pain on your face. You look around to take in what just happened. The chandelier and broken glass are scattered across the room, six feet from where it initially landed. Jin and your brother are picking themselves off the ground by the wall, the burst of energy seeming to have thrown them against it. Your father was standing beside his overturned armchair, glaring at you. Won-ho was knelt on the ground by his armchair in the process of getting up.

“I- I’m fine. What just… How did you…” You couldn’t find the words to finish your sentence as you looked back at Namjoon. It didn’t help how close he was to you, his face inches away from yours. Without thinking, you lifted your hand and went to touch Namjoon’s face, only stopping when a jolt of electricity shot through your arm, causing you to cry out in pain. Knowing exactly where it came from, you look at your father. He was still glaring down at you, eyes back to glowing a deep red. Namjoon moved his body in front of you, trying to block you from any further attacks from your father.

“What have you done, girl?” Your father growled at you, taking a step towards you before Yoongi grabbed his arm, stopping him. You watch as he turns to stare at his son, snatching his arm out of his grip in the process.

“Father, this isn’t her fault. You know that,” Yoongi says, stepping in between your father and you and Namjoon. Your father holds a brief stare down with Yoongi. After a few seconds, you see your father’s eyes turn back to its dark brown. He looks around Yoongi to send you one more glare before turning and walking towards the door. He opens the door to leave but stops as he hears Won-ho chuckle.

“Looks like we’ll be joining together after all, Seojun,” Won-ho says, finally standing up from the ground and brushing off dust from his suit. Your father doesn't respond, only continues his exit and slams the door behind him.

Still laying on the ground, you feel Namjoon stand up off of you. He offers his hand to help you up and you take it, brushing off dust and debris as Yoongi walks over to check on you.

“What the hell was that?” Namjoon asked, looking between you and everyone else still in the room.

Won-ho walks over and pats Namjoon on the back. “That, my boy, was a pairing,” he said before turning to you. “Welcome to the family, sweetheart.” Won-ho gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes.

You hear a bemused laugh come from the corner of the room. Everyone turns to see Seokjin looking at you and Namjoon, shaking his head. “This can’t be happening,” he says. Before anyone could respond, Seokjin moved towards the door, slamming it behind him as he left the room.

“Jin, wait!” Namjoon took off after his cousin, Won-ho followed after him, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Yoongi alone in the room.

You stood there, staring at the door, mind reeling over the events that just occurred until Yoongi broke the silence. Turning to you with a small smirk on his face, he placed his hand on your shoulder before saying “Oh, dear sister… What have you gotten us into now?”

“Jin, man, please answer the phone.” Namjoon walked into his apartment building, currently on his 15th attempt on getting his oldest cousin to answer his calls.

“Good evening, Mr. Kim.” The doorman smiled at him as Namjoon walked through the lobby towards the elevators. He raised his hand in greeting and he dialed his cousin’s number again in his phone. Namjoon stood in front of the silver elevator doors, phone to his ear as it began to ring. Almost immediately, he was sent to Jin’s voicemail. He let out a sigh as he ended the call, the elevator arriving at the same time.

“It’s not like I planned for this to happen,” Namjoon thought to himself as he got onto the elevator. He pressed the button for the 25th floor and entered his passcode; the elevator doors closing shortly after, sending him on his way. As the elevator quickly rose to his floor, Namjoon leaned against the back wall, closing his eyes while letting out a sigh. He tried to think of what he could possibly say to Jin, how he could make this up to him. It’s not like he really had anything to apologize about. He never meant to come in and steal his cousin’s girl. “But that’s just it. You were never really his, were you?”

Namjoon let his mind drift to thoughts of you. How mysterious and alluring you looked when he first saw you leaning up against the wall. How your little black dress framed your body wonderfully. The way the shade of red lipstick you wore complemented your skin tone beautifully. The look you had in your eyes when you first looked at him. Confident. Curious. The way your cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink when you were reading his mind. How sexy you looked with the way your body reacted to the thoughts of him touching you. He understood why his cousin was so hooked on you. You were absolutely beautiful. And you were paired with him. His soulmate.

Namjoon opened his eyes when the elevator dinged, pulling himself from his thoughts as the doors opened to the short hallway leading to the red door of his apartment. He walked off the elevator, reaching into his pockets for his key and opening the door. Once inside, he threw his keys onto the table beside the entrance and slipped off his shoes. Namjoon walked further into his apartment towards the living room, bee lining for the bar on the opposite side of the room. It was a very nice apartment. Both the living room and master bedroom had a whole wall that was a big window, allowing for a beautiful view of the city. He had a second room that worked as an office, a decent sized kitchen he will never use due to his lack of cooking skills and a personal bar in the living room. Namjoon threw his suit jacket over one of the chairs in the living room and poured himself a glass of whiskey from the bar before sitting on his couch. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried calling Jin again.

Voicemail. Namjoon threw his head back in exasperation. “Come ON, Jin.” He threw his phone on the coffee table and ran his hand through his hair. He sat there staring at his phone, contemplating giving up on trying to talk to his eldest cousin for the night. “Fuck it,” he thought as he picked his phone back up, trying one more time to reach out, this time taking a different approach.

The phone rang 3 times before it was picked up. The other person let out a small chuckle before greeting him, his tone laced with humor. “Heh, well hello, traitor.”

Namjoon smiled before responding. “Ah, Taehyung… So I’m guessing Jin has told you already…” Namjoon took a big gulp of his drink waiting for his youngest cousin to respond.

“Yoongi, actually. He called me shortly after you guys left to give me a heads up. Said Jin may be a little heated when he gets home. I thought he was exaggerating until Jin came home and nearly burned down the front door. You know when we asked for your help in persuading Seojun to marry our families, we didn’t mean for you to steal the girl,” Taehyung said with laughter in his voice.

“Believe me, it wasn’t my intention.” Namjoon chuckled at his cousin’s playfulness, happy that he’s handling this a lot better than his brother did. “Do you think you can do me a favor? Can you put Jin on the phone?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now, hyung.”

“Can you ask him to call me tomorrow, then? Please?”

“I can try, but I can’t promise that he will. Just give him some time, hyung. This isn’t your fault and he knows that. He’ll come around,” Taehyung said after a sigh.

Namjoon leaned back in his seat, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. “All this over a girl,” he said, baffled by the thought.

Taehyung let out a small chuckle. “Y/N’s not just any girl. Jin has had his eyes set on her since we were in highschool. Swears he’d have a fighting chance if he had the balls to ask her out before she met her God awful ex boyfriend. Thought he got that chance when they started fucking in college. Every time he tried to make them something serious, she would leave him heartbroken and he’d swear he’d be done with her, but sooner or later he’d run back to her. They went through this cycle for a couple of years until she finally ended things for good. Jin was devastated when he realized she was for real this time. He saw our father’s proposal of the two of them marrying as his last shot.”

“Well that doesn’t make me feel any better about this,” Namjoon said with a groan.

“Don’t worry too much about it, hyung. Jin knew they were never going to work out. He knew Y/N was never really his. He’s just had to learn it the hard way.”

Namjoon grabbed his drink, taking another sip. “Well, lucky for Jin, there’s plenty of girls like her that he can start over with.”

“That’s just it, Joon. There aren’t any girls like her. There were many times I’d imagine myself in Jin’s shoes. I don’t know, man. There’s just something about her.”

“No other girls like her? That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?” Namjoon scoffed at his cousin’s words.

“Maybe,” Taehyung said while laughing, “Her best friend, Ashley, would be a good rival. Unfortunately, she’s just been off the market since we were kids. But listen, I got to go. Have some business to take care. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks for the talk, Tae.” Namjoon was about to hang up the phone until he heard his cousin call his name again.

“Hey, Joon. You should really think about giving Y/N a chance. Get to know her. You are paired now, after all. Her and Yoongi own a bar together in the city. They’ll be there tonight. You should go. I’ll text you the address. Later, hyung.” Without waiting for a reply, Taehyung ended the call.

Namjoon stayed seated on his couch, thinking over his conversation with his cousin. What was it about you that had his cousins so enamoured by you? He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t very interested in finding out for himself. He was pulled from his thoughts when his text message notification went off, Taehyung making good on his word by sending him the address to the Min twin’s bar, Bangtan. He looked at his phone, staring at the address before finishing off his drink. Namjoon stood up from his spot on his couch and made his way to his bedroom. “What is it about her… I guess tonight is as good as any to start figuring that out,” Namjoon thought to himself as he entered his bedroom, walking to his bathroom to shower and get ready for his night out.

You have reached the voicemail box of Yang Ashley…

“AHH, Ashley. Answer the phone, bitch,” you growl as you hang up your call. You lay sprawled out on your king size bed, still wearing your outfit from the meeting, typing up a text message to your best friend. You know why she isn’t answering her phone. She hasn’t seen her boyfriend, Jimin, in a week. You’d bet your entire trust fund that they’ve been inseparable from each other for at least the last 3 hours. Fucking horn dogs. You hit send on your text message, laying your phone on your stomach while you wait for her reply. You stare at your ceiling, going over the events that occurred just a couple of hours before.

A pairing. A fucking pairing. And it happened to you. With Jin’s cousin, of all people. You don’t even know anything about this guy. You close your eyes, picturing Namjoon in your head. You can still see him standing there, eyes full of lust as he stared at you. Your mind flipping through all the scenes he showed you in his head. The way he showed you what he wanted to do to you made your heartbeat speed up. You liked it. The roughness that he showed, his kinks that he exposed. It was definitely something you can get behind. Your mind then trailed to the softer scenes he played in his mind for you. The gentleness in his aftercare, the dinner date. The nature walk of you happy and loving. You hated how you liked those scenes even more. The feelings that they gave you made you feel vulnerable and uncomfortable. Feelings you never thought you would feel again. Who was this guy?

“My soulmate. I have a soulmate,” you thought to yourself.

“You gotta have a soul to have a soulmate, love.” You hear your brother’s thoughts from where he was in his bedroom across the hall.

You scowl at your brother’s teasing. “Fuck OFF, Yoongi!” You think back to your brother and he mental laughs at you in return. You can picture him sitting in his room with that stupid gummy smile spread across his face. You hear your text message notification go off, your phone vibrating on your stomach. You pick it up and see a response from Ashley.

*Y/N: Ash, SOS. Answer the phone. Something has happened.*

*Y/N: Listen, bitch. I know you might not be able to talk on the phone with Jimin’s dick shoved down your throat, but can you at least take one hand off his balls to text me back? This is an EMERGENCY*

*Ashley: First of all, I was napping. Second, you did NOT have to call me out like that. What’s wrong? Did Jin go rogue and pop the question? Or did you fuck him in your office again?*

*Y/N: omg, NEITHER. This is serious, Ashley. I experienced a pairing.*

Not even 15 seconds passed after I sent that text message and Ashley was calling my phone. When I hit the accept button, I barely got a hello out before she was screaming in my ear.

“A PAIRING? WHO THE FUCK DID YOU PAIR WITH? HOW? Oh GOD, don’t tell me it was Won-ho.”

You rolled your eyes at that last comment. “Oh my God, Ashley. Gross, no. Jin and Tae’s cousin from Busan was there. Apparently he moved up here while we were in Japan.”

“How did this happen?” Ashley asked, her voice still coming through strong through the phone, causing you to pull the phone slightly away from your ear.

“Things started to get a little heated. My dad showed his normal frustration over Won-ho’s requests. He let out a bolt of electricity that caused one of the chandeliers to fall. The guy pushed me out of the way and then it just happened. I don’t know. It kinda just happened so fast.” You summarize the events to your best friend, waiting for her to ask you the million questions you could probably guess that she has.

“Wow... And you said it’s Jin’s cousin? Jin must be livid,” Ashley said with a laugh.

“Ash! This is serious! What the fuck do I do?” You sat up in your bed, trying very hard not to scream into your phone at your best friend. Ashley only giggled at your response, finding your growing frustration even more entertaining.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. So what’s lover boy’s name?”

“DON’T call him that. And it’s Kim Namjoon,” you said as you rolled your eyes. Trying to not get too annoyed with how Ashley is obviously amused with this situation.

“Namjoon. Mmm, moan worthy…” You can practically hear the smile in Ashley’s voice as she giggled after her response.

“ASHLEY!” A laugh slips through your lips as you yell at your best friend through your phone. Despite your laugh, you could feel your annoyance growing even more. You couldn’t tell if you were getting more annoyed over the fact that she wasn’t taking this seriously or that you started to become amused with the situation as well.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. Seriously, what’s the big deal? What are you so worried about? Jin will be fine. He’s a big boy and he will get over it. He knew nothing was ever going to happen between you two.” Ashley's tone of voice turned firm, catching you by surprise.

“Yeah, I know but that’s not —“ You started to argue back but she cut you off.

“Then what is it? Is it your dad? Because I’m pretty sure if he was dangerously pissed off about this, you and I would be having a completely different conversation right now. If one at all. If anything, this probably worked out in the best case scenario for him. Only thing better is if it was Yoongi getting paired.”

You stared at the bedroom wall across from you, trying to understand what Ashley was getting at. Why would your father care if you were paired? “Why would that matter? Me being paired doesn’t do shit for him.”

“You can NOT be this dense. You being paired now means your powers will grow stronger. And with whatever weird twin shit you and Yoongi have going on, I wouldn’t doubt HIS powers will grow stronger, too,” Ashley said, sounding confident in her theory.

She wasn’t completely wrong to have that kind of opinion though. You and Yoongi’s powers have always been connected. You could never explain it. It’s not like there was some special evolver specialist out there you could ask. At least not one that wouldn’t hold you captive and run experiments on you. But that still wasn’t what you were really concerned about.

“Yeah, I guess you have a point,” you muttered back after a moment of thinking.

“That’s still not what you’re concerned about?” Ashley asked. You looked down at your bed, pulling your legs in as you sat crossed legged on your bed. You start to play with the hem of your dress, staying silent as you start to feel ridiculous over your concern.

“It’s Namjoon, isn’t it?” Ashley asked softly. When you don’t respond to her question, you hear her sigh on the other end of the line. “Y/N, he’s not going to be another Jackson. The universe is cruel but it’s not THAT cruel. Besides, he’s family with Jin and Taehyung. He can’t be that bad. You should give him a chance.”

Jackson. Just the sound of his name has you burning with anger and hate. You close your eyes, trying to remain calm knowing Ashley wasn’t intending for you to get upset. “Can you and Jimin reach out to your contacts in Busan about him?” You know your voice didn’t come out as calm as you wanted it to by the sound of Ashley’s sigh on the other end.

“Yeah, we can do that. Just promise me you’ll give him a chance, okay? This pairing could be a good thing,” Ashley said softly.

You slightly nod your head even though you know she couldn’t see you. You go to respond as you hear a couple of light taps by your door and look up to see Yoongi leaning up against your door frame. “Fine, I’ll try. But that all depends on what you guys find.” You hang up the phone, turning your attention to your brother who was staring at you with a curious expression.

“It’s rude to stare, Yoongs. You’re creeping me out.” You say as you move over to the edge of your bed, hanging your legs off the side.

“Are you ever going to trust anyone again?” Yoongi said, giving you a blank look.

“I trust you,” you said, getting up from the couch and walking towards your door.

“Besides me…” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

“I trust Ashley.”

“She doesn’t count either.”

“Jimin, Jin, Hobi, Tae… I trust more than enough people, Yoongi. What’s so wrong checking in on some guy that I’m more than likely going to be tied to for the rest of my life? Some guy that I know nothing about, I should add.” You stop in front of your brother, crossing your arms as you look at him.

Yoongi nodded his head, pushing off of your doorframe and turning to leave. “Hobi is on his way over. We’re leaving for the bar in a couple of hours, if you want a ride.” Yoongi walked back across the hallway and into his room, closing the door behind him. You stared at his closed door, letting out a sigh before closing yours. You turn and walk back towards your bed, already needing to take a second nap for the day.

Namjoon stood outside the dark tinted doors of the Min’s bar, staring at the hours of operation shown on the door

Bangtan Bar Open Thurs - Sat 5PM to 2AM Sundays - Members only Closed Mon - Wed

“Sundays, members only. Fuck,” Namjoon thought as he whipped out his phone, pulling up his text messages with Taehyung.

*Namjoon: Tae, wtf man. It’s members only on Sunday. Didn’t think to mention that, huh?*

Namjoon turned back around to walk towards where he parked his car up the street, stopping when he saw his cousin’s reply.

*Tae: Just walk inside, hyung. I got you. Trust me.*

Namjoon turned back around and pulled the door open to the bar, walking into a small entryway. The room was dark and empty. A set of double doors were on the right wall, closed. On the far back wall, a bouncer, dressed all in black, sat on a stool between what looked to be a check-in desk and a closed single door. Namjoon took a step forward towards the bouncer, who had finally looked up from his phone to see who walked through the door.

“It’s members only today. We’re not open for non-members,” the bouncer said gruffly. Namjoon could hear the soft vibrations of music coming from somewhere in the bar.

“I’m here on behalf of Kim Taehyung,” Namjoon said, thinking the mention of his cousin would help, trusting that he would pull through for him like he said.

“Well, this isn’t the Kims’ bar. You’re in the wrong place, buddy.” The bouncer crossed his arms, his biceps flexing in an attempt to look intimidating. It didn’t work.

Namjoon knew he could easily convince the bouncer to let him through, but intruding in on the Mins’ bar probably wasn’t the best idea. Nor would it be a good impression. Knowing he could easily get through the bouncer while he tried to sit over there looking intimidating left a smirk on Namjoon’s face.

“I need to speak with the Mins,” Namjoon said, taking another step towards the bouncer.

The bouncer stood up from his stool and started towards him. “Listen, buddy. I already said that it’s members only. Now get the hell out of here before I ---”

“Thank you, Chanyeol. That won’t be necessary.”

Namjoon looked past the bouncer in the direction where the voice came from. A blonde haired woman was standing in the now open doorway, looking at the two men.

“Mr. Kim, we have been expecting you. Please follow me,” the blonde said to Namjoon before turning around and walking back through the doorway and up a flight of stairs. The bouncer stepped to the side to let Namjoon pass. Namjoon patted the bouncer on his shoulder before walking through the doorway and saying, “Yes, thank you Chanyeol. Nice to meet you.”

The bouncer narrowed his eyes at Namjoon and shut the door harshly behind him. Namjoon smirked again and continued after the blonde, walking up the stairs, the music he couldn’t hear before now getting louder. Before he made it to the top, he could hear talking and laughter, and the occasional sound of pool balls hitting each other. Namjoon made it to the top of the landing and took a look around the room. It was a large room fitted with a large bar taking up the left half of the back wall. To the right of the bar was a hallway leading further back into the building, a pool table area immediately in front of it, currently occupied by you and two of your friends, a dark haired girl and a blonde haired boy named Park Jimin, who Namjoon remembers meeting a couple weeks earlier. He watched you as you lined up a shot, effortlessly sinking it into the corner pocket, much to the dismay of Jimin who was standing in between the legs of the dark haired girl that was sitting in a tall chair against the wall. Namjoon saw you look up at him, probably feeling his eyes on you from across the room. He gave you a small wave before turning to the blonde he followed up the stairs.

“Over here, Mr. Kim,” She said as she walked to the left side of the room towards a large booth that sat in front of a dark tinted window wall that overlooked the downstairs bar. Namjoon saw Yoongi and another male in the booth, laughing and taking shots. He followed the blonde towards them, Yoongi looking up to greet him.

“Namjoon, looks like Wheein was able to save you before Chanyeol made you my new door stop,” Yoongi said with a laugh. The blonde, who Namjoon figured was Wheein, sat down next to Yoongi as he draped his arm around her, motioning with his other hand for Namjoon to take a seat in the empty chair across the booth from him.

“Ha, more like she saved you from needing to find a new bouncer,” Namjoon joked back, taking a seat across from Yoongi. He felt himself relax with Yoongi’s playful attitude, relieved that the younger male Min didn’t have the attitude or temper of his father. Having met Yoongi a few weeks earlier when he first arrived in Seoul, he wasn’t expecting for the son of the most feared Mafia leader to be so nonchalant and passive. If it weren’t for already knowing his abilities, Namjoon would have found it hard to find him so intimidating. Yoongi was quick in welcoming him into his circle of friends, but Namjoon figured that was due to his relationship with his cousins and hoped the pairing with his sister didn’t affect that.

Yoongi poured another round of shots from the bottle of Soju sitting on the table, sliding a glass over to Namjoon before introducing the other people at the table. “Namjoon, you have already met Wheein. This crazy fucker over here is my best friend, Jung Hoseok.” Yoongi nodded over to the brown hair male sitting at the table with them. Hoseok looked over at Namjoon, smiling and offering his hand.

“Call me Hobi. You must be the lucky bastard that won the pairing lottery with the better Min twin,” Hobi said, laughing as he shook Namjoon’s hand, flipping off Yoongi with his other hand who had flipped off Hobi for his comment. Namjoon smiled at the interaction.

“Yeah, the one and only.” Namjoon picked up the shot and tossed it back, placing the shot glass back on the table. “So, how do you two know each other?”

“We met in college,” Hobi replied and quickly tossed back his shot. “Lab partners. Pretty sure he only kept me around to get to my sister, though. I’m Wheein’s older brother.”

“I wouldn’t have had a chance to get close to your sister if you didn’t want to get experimental with your powers. Hobi’s an evolver, too. Healing abilities. Can heal himself and others. A lot better at healing others now than when he was back in college. Asshole nearly let me bleed out. Luckily, this angel was visiting for the weekend and nursed me back to health.” Yoongi turned to look at Wheein and gave her a kiss, the blonde smiling and blushing in return.

“Are you an evolver, too?” Namjoon asked while Hobi poured the table another round of shots.

“No, I’m not. Only Hobi got the evolver trait in our family. Our parents run the hospital here. I followed them around and luckily learned a thing or two. I’m a pre-med student now,” Wheein said, leaning back into Yoongi.

“Wheein and Hobi are our medics. Any injury, they got you covered,” Yoongi grabbed his shot off the table and tossed it back.

“Good to know. May need one of you if I cross paths with Seojun again. Your father looked like he wanted to strike me down right there in that meeting room today.” Namjoon grabbed his shot and tossed it back, barely placing it back on the table before Hobi filled it for him again.

Yoongi let out a loud laugh before responding. “You don’t have to worry about my father. That look wasn’t for you.” Yoongi looked over towards the pool table and Namjoon followed his gaze.

He watched as Jimin held his pool stick behind his back and lining up his shot, successfully sinking his ball into a pocket. His eyes fell on you standing next to the dark haired girl’s chair, rolling your eyes at Jimin’s celebration as you downed a shot of alcohol. You made eye contact with Namjoon once again. Namjoon watched as you licked what must have been escaped droplets of the shot off your lips and his mind flashed with images of you underneath him licking your lips. This time from the pleasure of him inside of you instead of the alcohol. The real you cocks your head to the side and raises an eyebrow, eyes faintly glowing red behind the brown contacts. Namjoon mentally cursed at himself, knowing that you caught his recent string of thoughts.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Hoseok asked. Namjoon glanced back at him before looking back at you, your attention now back on your game of pool.

“Yeah… She’s breathtaking.,” Namjoon said, still watching you, barely able to see Yoongi’s slight smirk out of the corner of his eye.

Hobi continued, grabbing Namjoon’s attention again. “She’s not an easy catch, that one. She’s intimidating as hell. Doesn’t help with the amount of protection of guys that surrounds her. Yoongi, Jimin, Jin, Tae, me… Consider yourself lucky this pairing is giving you a shot.”

“Are you insinuating I wouldn’t have stood a chance without it?” Namjoon asked with a playful laugh. One that was cut short due once he saw the serious expression on Hobi’s face.

“Like I said, you’d have a line of protection to get through first. Even if your cousin didn’t have a thing for her, I’d say your chances would be slim. And that’s if she decided to give you the time of day. It’s nothing personal.” Hobi threw back another shot and poured another round for the table.

Namjoon looked over at Yoongi, giving him a half smile before speaking. “I’m surprised you’re not the one giving me this talk. Considering it’s your sister I’m paired with.”

Yoongi lets out a laugh before responding. “I like you, Namjoon. You seem like a good guy, trustworthy. Honestly, it makes me feel a little bad for you. I don’t need to threaten you. I don’t have to. I could sit here all night and explain to you in detail how I would make you live your worst nightmare. But none of it would matter. All the mental pain and suffering I could cause, she is capable of doing so much worse. Mentally and physically. Now,” Yoongi says as he removes his arm from around Wheein and leans forward towards Namjoon, his elbows now on his knees with his hands clasped together, “with all that being said. If you do end up hurting my sister and you’re lucky enough that she doesn’t kill you, I will.” Yoongi winks and smiles at Namjoon, once again leaning back and wrapping his arm around Wheein’s shoulder.

Namjoon smiled and let out a chuckle. “Fair enough.” Namjoon grabbed his last shot off the table and took it. “Now, if you will excuse me. I have a soulmate to court.”

Hobi laughed, he and Yoongi giving Namjoon a small wave as he got up from the booth. Namjoon walked up to the bar, ordering a beer and a round of shots before turning and walking towards the pool table.

You heard your brother laugh and look over in his direction, watching as he talked to Hobi and Namjoon, your eyes now trained on the latter. “God, even his side profile is beautiful,” you thought to yourself. You immediately close your eyes and mentally kick yourself for your thoughts, reminding yourself that you still don’t know this guy.

“If you keep looking at him like that, people are going to start to think you like him,” Ashley said, looking at you with a teasing look in her eye.

“Ashley, I don’t even know him.” You turned to look at your best friend as Jimin lined up his next shot.

“Y/N, you’ve looked at Namjoon so many times already since he’s arrived, I’m surprised you’re not using him as an excuse for you losing this game,” Jimin said as he held his pool stick behind his back, taking his shot and sinking his pool ball into the corner pocket. He pumped his fist in the air and walked over to stand by Ashley, pulling her in for a kiss. You roll your eyes and down your shot of alcohol that you had on the table. You feel eyes on you again and turn to see Namjoon staring at you. You involuntarily lick your lips, feeling droplets of your shot lingering on then and see Namjoon’s eyes shift down to your mouth. Peeking into his mind, you see images of you under him as he’s grinding into you, licking your lips in enjoyment. Namjoon’s eyes flick back up to yours and grow wide for just a second as you raise an eyebrow at him, letting him know that you were watching. He turns away to look at Hobi and you take this time to focus back on your game. You go to line up your shot before asking the question you have been waiting to ask all night.

“What information have you gotten on him, so far?” You take your shot, cursing under your breath as the ball bounces off the corner of the pocket, missing.

“Information on who?” Jimin asks, teasingly. You glare at him as you lean up against the pool table, knowing he was just trying to get you to say his name. “My boys didn’t dig much up. He’s got a good reputation for him down in Busan. Nothing concerning.”

“He’s got a good reputation, alright. My girls tell me he’s very good in the bedroom… And any other part of town that he decides. The way they talk about him makes him sound like a Dom I wouldn’t mind having a go with,” Ashley said with a smirk. You know she was purposely trying to poke at Jimin and you watched as he reacted just the way she was hoping.

Jimin clenched his jaw, turning to Ashley and grabbing her by the back of her neck. Ashley’s eyes light up with fire, clearly enjoying the way Jimin was handling her roughly. “You already have a Dom, Baby girl, or do I need to remind you of that?” He said before bringing Ashley in for a heated kiss.

You scoff, snapping your fingers to get Jimin’s attention. “Hey, lovebirds. Keep it in your pants. If I catch you guys fucking in this bar during business hours one more time, I am banning you forever. Now come take your fucking shot.”

Jimin gave Ashley another quick kiss as she giggled, stepping towards the pool table to take his shot. Ashley turns to you and smiles. “First of all, we ARE outside of business hours. And secondly, you’ve banned us 3 times already, Y/N. Your threat is losing its thunder.”

“You’re lucky I don’t have other friends,” you said with a smile. You watch as Jimin takes his shot on the eight-ball, successfully sinking it into the called pocket and you groan. Jimin walks over to Ashley for a celebratory kiss as you hear someone approach you from the side.

“A little more experience and you could’ve won. Pretty sure you’re supposed to sink the eight ball before your opponent to win the game,” Namjoon said, smiling as he walked up to you and your friends with a round of shots. Your eyes go to his dimple on his cheek for a second and your cheeks flush at the cuteness. You quickly move your eyes to meet his, hoping he didn’t notice your momentary distraction.

He hands you a shot as you reply to him, “I know how to play pool, Pretty Boy. I had to go around Jimin’s last ball to try and sink the eight ball. It’s impossible.”

“Don’t feel bad, Y/N. Even I have trouble trying to make that shot,” Jimin said as he came over to grab his and Ashley’s shot from Namjoon.

“Jimin was the billiards club president in highschool. I’m Yang Ashley, by the way. You must be Namjoon. We’ve heard alot about you,” Ashley smiled at Namjoon as Jimin walked back over to her, handing her the shot. You glared at Ashley and she stuck her tongue out at you.

you, giving you another smile. “Well, I hope only good things.” He lifted his shot glass in the air. You followed suit along with Jimin and Ashley.

“To new friends and new beginnings,” Jimin said, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes as everyone downs their shots, you taking yours in the process. Namjoon grabs your now empty shot glass from you and places it on the table behind you.

“So,” Namjoon says, “are you going to let me show you how to make that shot or what?” Namjoon walks around the pool table, setting up the impossible shot that lost you the game.

“You’ve shown me a lot of things today, Pretty Boy. But I don’t think this is something that can be done.” You gave Namjoon a smirk. You hear Jimin let out a low chuckle and you briefly look over at him as he leaned into Ashley in her chair. Namjoon finishes putting the last ball in place by the corner pocket and walks over to you, circling to stand behind you with his left hand on your hip.

“You just got to trust me, princess,” he said into your ear. You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, chills going down your back from his proximity. You lean into him, turning your head just slightly towards him, your noses barely touching.

“Fine then. Show me what you got.” He gives you a small smile and chuckles. His hand still on your hip, he bends you over the pool table while his other hand helps you line up the shot with your pool stick. Not able to help yourself, you push your backside into his groin, feeling him suck in his breath from the contact. You smile and peek into his mind just in time to see flash images of him lifting up the skirt of your dress and fucking you right here on the pool table. You roll your hips just a little, feeling his dick start to harden. Namjoon lets out a low groan in his throat. You felt the vibrations of his noise on your backside, sending shivers down your spine, your cunt involuntarily clenching at the sound. Satisfied with the reaction he gave, you decided to get him back focused on the task at hand.

“Wrong hole, Pretty Boy.” You hear him say a curse word under his breath, knowing he was caught again with those thoughts about you. Namjoon takes his hand off your hips and helps you hold your pool stick, taking control of your motions as he pulls back the stick from the cue ball and drives it forward near the bottom of the ball. The force and angle makes the cue ball jump over what would have been one of Jimin’s balls and hits the eight ball by the corner pocket, successfully making it in.

Namjoon leans back off of you, taking his hands off the pool stick that you’re still holding. You hear Jimin let out a whistle and clap his hands before saying, “Damn, Namjoon. Not bad. Even I have trouble landing those shots.”

Ashley leans in to Jimin, her lips barely brushing his ear. “Maybe all it takes is a man who knows how to handle his stick.” You watch as Jimin’s eyes grow dark and grab Ashley by the arm. Ashley gave you a wicked smile and giggles, happy with the reaction she got from her boyfriend as he pulled her from off the chair and led her down the hallway to the backrooms.

“For fucks sake, at least have the decency to lock the fucking door this time!” You yell at your friends, knowing good and well what they're going to do in the bar office in the back. A few seconds later, you hear a door slam. Namjoon laughs behind you, his hand back on your waist as he turns you to face him, your back now to the pool table.

“How many other rooms do you have back there?” He asks with a sly smile. You scoff at him, placing the pool stick on the pool table and cross your arms.

“Not that kind of bar, Pretty Boy. Sorry to disappoint you.” You look up at him, a small smirk painted across your face as he places his hands on either side of you on the pool table, and leans towards you.

“Come home with me tonight.” The look on Namjoon’s face lets you know that it was more of a statement than a question.

“You’re being mighty forward for someone who just found his soulmate a few hours earlier,” you said, lifting one of your eyebrows at him.

Namjoon gives you a sly smile. “We have our whole life to get to know each other. Why not just skip the formalities?”

You go to lick your lips, catching the tip of your tongue between your lips as you brought it back into your mouth. You watched as Namjoon looked back down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes, holding his gaze. You couldn’t deny it to yourself that you found him unbelievably attractive. The confidence that he carried himself with, especially now, was a major turn on. But you still didn’t know him, and like hell were you going to let him think he was going to have the upper hand. Pairing or not, you weren’t going to just let some guy win you over that easily.

“What makes you think I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you?” Your eyes start to glow red, curious to know what he’s thinking right at this moment. You see in his mind the thoughts he has of you right now. How badly he wants to wipe the smirk off your face, replace it with you begging for him. How he’s thinking if this tough girl act was just that, an act. You laugh at his thoughts and decide to call him out. “I’m not one of those city girls you're used to who wants to try on Mafia Barbie for the day. All those pretty thoughts in your head and you have yet to prove anything. Trust me, Pretty Boy. You’re not ready for me.”

You go to push his arm out of the way but he stops you, leaning in closer to you.

“That’s four times today that you’ve looked into my head. Now tell me, did you see anything you like?” You looked away from him, letting out a small laugh that was cut short. Namjoon grabbed your chin and turned your head back to look at him again, catching you by surprise. You feel your core clench just from the roughness of the gesture.

“You’ll learn quickly, princess, I always get what I want. And you still haven’t answered my questions. More importantly, you still haven’t said No. Now I’m ready to go home. How about you be a good girl and use the drive to pick out whatever scenario you want to try out when we get there.” Namjoon pushed off the pool table and stepped back from you, letting go of your chin in the process. You looked him up and down, licking your lips as you met his gaze once again. As much as you hated to admit it, the dominance exuding off of him turned you on. The amount of sexual frustration he has built up in you since the meeting earlier in the day begging for release. You push off the pool table and step towards him, making up your mind.

“Lead the way, Pretty Boy.”

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