#and although his story is one of the mafia and blood and gore

[pixiishi]

thinking of trans allegory neil josten. chose a new name and identity for himself and desperately wants to move forward and live his life as such. to carve a path for himself other than the one he was forced into from birth. wishing he could leave his old name and past behind.

unwilling to let others see his body, covered in scars. always opting to change alone. covering himself up as much as he can. baggy shirts and faded jeans. hiding a binder (even if in canon it isn’t that kind) with his life.

letting any of these things slip would have disastrous consequences for him. he’ll do anything to prevent that. very few get to have the truth, or even a sliver of it, shared with them. trusted with them.

because he believes it can never last. he can’t be neil josten forever.

and yet, and yet, and yet. despite the secrets he keeps, the foxes love him. they accept him and will fight for him because they are family. and even after his world ends, and everybody knows, he is able to find his way back home to them. and they are not letting go.

asking, “can i really be neil again?" and his anchor, andrew, replying, "i told neil to stay. leave nathaniel buried in baltimore with his father.” like. i’m so normal. i’m soooo normal.

[pureblisswrites]

A guide to accidental murder and cover up 101

"Because then I'll have to kill you." He whispered in that scary, serious voice of his. You knew by now that he was probably just joking again.

"Can you not joke about killing me all the time?" You rolled your eyes.

"Who said I was joking?"

Pairing: Uni Student! Reader x Hwang Hyunjin

Word count: 4k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance, Rom-com (I hope)

Warnings: Attempted sexual assault although nothing graphic, unintentional murder, general blood and gore descriptions, minor character death, criminal activities

Summary: You didn't think you'll become a murderer on a particularly slow night at the convenience store while trying to complete your uni essay that was due tomorrow. And you definitely didn't think an angel of a man would help you clean up the crime scene out of nowhere. Did people this kind really still exist in the world? Spoiler alert: Of course not. Because the reason he's helping you goes far deeper than the kindness of his heart.

This story takes place in the same universe as "A guide to being kidnapped and escaping 101" but with a different reader. I suggest you can read that too if these kind of stories are your type. But both can be read as standalones too.

You were in deep.

Like a million feet deep in a dark, cold ocean. That's why you felt like you couldn't breathe at all. That's why water was leaking from your eyes like a never ending waterfall. That's why you couldn't see anything past the salty tears and everything was blurry, you didn't know if it was your eyes or the world. You hoped for the latter but felt it would be the former, and it was.

It was an accident. A mistake. You didn't mean to do it. No, you wouldn't have ever done something like this even in your dreams much less in real life. You had just murdered someone.

It had all happened so quickly, you didn't have time to process anything. One minute you were trying to type your essay on playwriting and dramaturgy that was due tomorrow on your phone on a particularly slow night in the convenience store, the next you were getting the man jelly beans from the third aisle that apparently his daughter loved and the next minute he was pushing you into the wall, trying to take your clothes off. You panicked. As one does...you think? No one ever taught how to deal with a situation like this in school. You wanted to mock Mrs Lee now who had told you maths would help you in every situation, sure it will. You just flailed your hands, took the can opener from the desk and stabbed it into his neck.

It was a sight you never wanted to see again. Blood spurting from his throat, him choking on his own blood and trying to say something you couldn't make out even if you tried. He struggled for two minutes you think, for you it felt like two decades. You had never seen this much blood. Ever. And finally, he fell back on the floor knocking the milk cartons. Great now you'll have to arrange those again. What the fuck? Were you thinking about milk cartons right now? Really? Yeah you were.

You knew it'll take you some time for you to process this, start crying properly and think rationally. Till then you had to clean this puddle of blood. The metallic smell was slowly starting to take over you senses. You felt so dizzy. Taking a bottle of bleach and scrubs from the fifth aisle you started scrubbing the blood before it dries, or atleast tried to.

You totally did not forgot to turn the open sign on the door to closed and someone totally wasn't standing in front of you looking at you trying to clean a murder scene, your mind tried to convince you.

You looked up to see probably the most beautiful man to walk on this earth. His eyes were a bit wide but definitely not wide enough for someone who was looking at a crime scene for the first time. Shit he was a police officer or detective, wasn't he?

"Uh, hi... Can I help you?" You mentally facepalmed for asking this question in such a situation.

"Looks like you need more help than me right now." He stated simply. He walked towards you and plucked out a chocolate bar from the stand beside you. "That bleach you're using won't remove the stains completely. Do you have any oxygen producing detergents here?" He asked while unwrapping the chocolate.

He seemed causal about this. Too causal. Like he just walked in his friend's get together party instead of a place where there was a crime scene. You know you should be alarmed as to why he isn't alarmed or maybe why does he have this knowledge but you think you're not in the position to be asking questions right now. Maybe he's a medical student or something? That's plausible.

When you just looked at him without saying anything, he understood that you didn't understand anything he said. "Do you have any detergents like vanish or something around here?" He asked in simpler language, now taking a bite from the chocolate. You nodded standing up to get it.

He was looking around like he was searching for something so you asked "Do you need anything?"

"Nah. Just looking for security cameras." He answered while going to the door and turning the sign to "closed" and closing the blinds.

"We don't have those here." You said.

"Is that so?" He asked squinting at the mirror behind the cashier's desk, your desk. He touched his finger on the mirror and looked behind it. You didn't know what he was doing so you turned to scrubbing the stains again. By now the bleeding from the man's neck had almost stopped and the puddle had gotten bigger.

"Gotcha." He whistled. Just as you were about to ask what did he get, he took the paperweight from the desk and smashed it in the mirror.

"Are you fucking insane!?" You exclaimed. Did he just break Mr Choi's favourite mirror? Yes he did. Did he just double the mess you'll have to clean up now? Yes he fucking did.

"Might be." He took out a little circular chip with a beeping red light on it. The red light died slowly as he crushed it under the weight of his long fingers "Who's the owner of this store? Jaehyun Choi right?" He asked.

"Jaewon Choi." You corrected.

"Yeah, yeah. Same thing. That man is a bastard. How did you even believe he didn't put a camera here" He chuckled without any humor. What was his deal? "Anyways, who are you?"

"Why? Are you gonna go to the police?" You sincerely asked. You were worried but honestly you wouldn't mind if you got arrested. You knew you had done something very terrible and you were tired of scrubbing. You were really sleep deprived and you had to finish your theatre assignment that was due tomorrow. Prison didn't seem like a particularly bad option right now.

He chuckled again "Honey, if I wanted to go to the police I would've done that by now don't you think?"

"I guess so." You shrugged. Thinking that things were already bad and couldn't get any worse than this, you decided to answer his question. "I'm a student in the uni nearby. I've been working here for about 3 months part time to uh... pay rent."

He hummed. "What major are you?"

"Theatre."

"Funny. I've got a friend there too." He shrugged opening the locked drawers with a freaking paperclip of all things...wait what was he opening the drawers Mr Choi has specifically told you to not touch? He was. And then he took out some papers out, folded them and put them in his winter coat's pocket. You had given up on trying to make sense of whatever he was doing or whatever was happening.

"Are...are you a medical student or something?" He laughed at that. Like actually laughed out loud.

"Do I look like a medical student?" He genuinely asked.

"I don't know, I mean that's why you know so much about...detergents right?" You look at him expectantly to confirm your theory but when he doesn't say anything and just looks at you like you've got devil horns on your head which who knows maybe you did it's not like you just killed someone right? You know you're a bit too far off from the reality. "You aren't a student then, are you?" You ask again searching for any answer as to who was this kind man that stumbled upon you and was now pretty much helping you clean up a fucking murder scene.

"Nope." He answers biting his lower lip like he's trying to hide his smile. Now that you look, his lips are really pretty. Just an observation.

"So wait...wait are you like a serial killer that actually knows how to cover up crime scenes and you aren't phased by this body and blood here-" you gesture to the puddle of blood there "because you're used to it and now you're going to kill me, oh my god, are you going to kill me? Can you just do it already because if I clean all this up and then you kill me it wouldn't be of any use. Like first of all, there would be blood all over here again. Secondly, my efforts would be rendered useless like why am I even cleaning this up if I'm just gonna die and thirdly, how awful and kinda ironic it would be that I covered up a murder only to get murdered myself after that." You gasp for breath after the long rant you'd just finished.

"Actually no, there wouldn't be blood all over here again. Who says you need to make a mess of blood to kill someone?" You looked at him in horror and he laughed again. "I'm kidding. Don't you think I would've already murdered you by now if I wanted to?" He grinned looking you in the eyes.

"I guess so. So you aren't...a murderer right?" You questioned again just to confirm.

"Not exactly." He smirked.

"So then...who are you?"

"Is it really that important to know? C'mon let's help you get rid of this body now." He stated as casually as if he was telling a weather forecast. You stand there in shock. Not being able to comprehend how this saint of a man had stumbled in your life at the best possible moment. "Hey don't just stand there. I'm strong sure but not enough to carry this man all by myself. Give me a hand will you?" He gestured for you to help him carry the man. Oh right.

"Where do we have to carry him though?" You question stumbling on your feet while holding the disgusting and now dead man's hands while the stranger held him by the ankles and walked backwards until he reached the door and pushed it open with his back.

"Oh just till that car." He gestured with his eyes to a freaking Tesla of all things.

"Um who's car is that?" You ask dumbfounded.

"Well you already have a crime on your record, wouldn't wanna add grand theft auto too. So it's mine for the night. Don't worry your pretty head too much about it, yeah?"

"Yours for the night? So like it isn't actually yours? What do you mean?" You ask stupidly. Like sure maybe interrogating such an angel like him who was essentially saving you from a life in prison wasn't a good move but you did not feel like yourself since the moment the can opener entered that man's throat.

"Jeez you ask a lot of questions don't you? It's a friend's." He sounded annoyed but still had a slight smile on his face. He opened the back seat door and you threw the man in there, quite literally at that. He then opened the door of the front seat and looked at you expectantly. "You coming or what?"

Well now it's not that you didn't learn about stranger danger in school like the rest of the human population. Problem is you had just killed someone, something not a lot of human population does. So it's not like you had a choice either. Because telling this fine gentleman to get rid of the body you murdered by himself wouldn't be very nice now would it? So you decided to go, also he had already said he would've murdered you by now if he wanted to. You also thought that he would've done the thing that the man tried to do with you by now if he wanted to and wouldn't be helping you. Although you still didn't understand why he was even helping you in the first place.

"Wait let me just lock the store." You ran to the store to get the keys not noticing him following you. Just as you took the keys from the cashier's desk and turned you saw him taking a bunch of snacks and food items from the shelves. He looked at you with both arms full and raised an eyebrow as to ask 'what'? "So, um are you gonna pay for this?" You ask. As much as you were in debt of this man, you couldn't afford to add two crimes in a night to your record. A murder charge was enough you didn't need an extra accomplice in robbery charge too.

"Seriously?" He rolled his eyes.

"I mean, you do know this a crime right?" Okay so maybe you were being stupid at the moment but can someone blame you? They try murdering a creepy man and see what happens to their critical thinking skills.

"Woah really? I never would've guessed!" He gasped dramatically. "Thank you so much for telling me, kind lady. How may I repay you?" He marveled with wide eyes while doing a dramatic bow making all the snacks he was carrying scrunch as they came in contact with his chest. His dark, slightly long hair fell into his eyes while he got back up and grinned at his own joke.

"Ok. That's enough. I'll just pay for you. I don't wanna account to Mr Choi for the missing snacks. Just let me get the total." You asked him while fishing for your purse in your pockets.

"You're a real funny one, you know that?" He laughed as though you had made a joke that you yourself were unaware about. "C'mon you don't need to pay. I'll explain in the car. It's going to be a long journey." He stated drawing out the o of long an obnoxious amount.

Thinking that you couldn't argue with this odd man you followed him out and locked the store.

"Open this up for me, will you?" He gestured towards the trunk which was strangely in the front of the car. You opened it up and he emptied his hands. "You know, this is called a frunk. Front and trunk get it? Isn't that neat?" He mentioned.

"Uh, yeah, Sure is." You awkwardly agreed and went to the front seat.

"Uh-uh sweetheart, stop right there" he exhorted. "Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I don't even open the door for you?" He walked towards you and opened the door.

"Uh thanks I guess?" You sat down almost hitting your head against the roof.

"You're welcome sweetheart." He winked and got in the driver's seat all the while whistling to himself. Was all this not even a bit weird to him? How did he even know what to do with a dead body of all things? All kinds of different questions were swarming in your head when he finally spoke after half an hour of driving or so. "Stop overthinking that much. You're gonna give yourself a headache." He said while chuckling.

"Are you speaking from experience?" You asked quietly still looking out of the window at the tall buildings which were now looking like little amber fireflies from this high up. You guessed you were near a mountain or something. You weren't sure though, neither did you care at this point.

"Maybe." He answered swerving the car effortlessly at the narrow route.

"So uh care to explain why you are trying to get me fired?" You finally questioned.

"I am trying to get you fired? Excuse me?" He said as if he was seriously offended.

"I mean you did steal a bunch of things and didn't even let me pay didn't you?"

"Oh honey, let me tell you something. You were fired the moment you killed that man." He whispered as if he was telling you a secret.

"Wha- what do you mean? You destroyed the camera right? I can just make up something about thieves breaking in and doing all that. There's no evidence so why would I get fired?" You questioned while panicking a bit. This job was one of the limited jobs that aligned with your uni schedule and you didn't had to work super hard for. All the other jobs in late night cafes and other stores were already taken up by other students. You don't think you'll be able to get another job as convenient after this one.

"You're so naive you know that? Your little owner has live footage of every single place he owns. I just destroyed the recorded one. Chances are he already knows about what you've done by now and is probably sending his men over. Especially after seeing me there. He must be losing his marbles after that." He snickered as if he made the funniest joke a homosapien could think of.

"I don't understand you for the most part but mainly you're saying the I'm fired right? And Mr Choi knows I'm a fucking murderer?"

"Essentially yeah." He agreed before continuing "But you're not really a murderer, right?"

"Um not right. I quite literally killed someone." You sniffled. Still determined to not cry until that body is no more. Even though you didn't think you even deserved to cry.

"So what? You just killed someone. That doesn't make you a murderer. A killer is someone who kills, whether by intent or not. A murderer is someone who kills with a motive in mind. You didn't mean to kill that guy, it just happened. Even though he definitely deserved it. If you knew even half the things that asshole has done, you wouldn't even care that you killed him."

"I doubt that." You rolled your eyes at him. How could he even think you wouldn't care after taking the life of someone? Sure he wasn't a good person. But now what about his daughter? What if she was still waiting for the jelly beans he was meant to get her? "I'm sure his daughter would care that I killed him." You whispered in a small voice, not trusting your voice right now.

"What daughter?" He asked as if he was genuinely confused. "He doesn't have a daughter. If he said that to you, he was lying."

Well now that was shocking. "Are- are you sure?"

"Do you seriously still doubt me?" He rolled his eyes with more force than necessary.

"Well then what about a wife? Or a significant other or something you know?" You just wanted to know that no one would be affected as much by his death. Maybe it was selfish for you to do so.

"I mean he does have a wife. But she runs an illegal organ trafficking business. So I wouldn't feel too bad for her if I were you."

Alright so this was more shocking. You were too stunned to speak. Who even were these people? And wait how did he know about all these? He wasn't involved in any organ trafficking businesses right? There was only one way to find out. "So not to offend you or anything but are you too, perhaps, I don't know... involved in such things?" Your question was full of hesitation and he probably knew that too from your tone.

"Yes. And I'm looking for the perfect moment to strike and take your eyes out with a can opener." He didn't crack a smile at that and looked dead serious, not even blinking and just looking straight at the dark road ahead. He looked so scary, for the first time that night.

"You should've just done that before I cleaned all that blood then." You said solemnly. Was this going to be the way you die? With your eyes scooped out with a can opener? On a pitch black, uninhabited mountain? You were on the verge of crying when he laughed again.

"You didn't think that I was actually being serious right?" His eyes crinkled into twin crescent moons, the same as the one you could see up in the inky sky from the side mirror of his car.

"Yeah I did actually." You whispered to yourself as he continued to laugh. "So you don't do that organ stuff right?" You asked again, just to be sure.

"God no! That's too grotesque even for us. We're more into strategic businesses if you know what I mean."

"I don't know what you mean." You replied. Who were 'us'? What even was a 'strategic business'? Did he work in finance or something? Probably not.

"It's okay. I'd rather not tell you."

"Why?" The question slipped your mouth before you had the chance to stop it.

"Because then I'll have to kill you." He whispered in that scary, serious voice of his. You knew by now that he was probably just joking again.

"Can you not joke about killing me all the time?" You rolled your eyes.

"Who said I was joking?" He looked at you instead of the road just as you felt the whole car vibrate staggeringly.

"What the fuck was that!?" You panicked.

"Uh just a big rock or something." He shrugged.

"Well then maybe can you pay attention to the road instead of staring at me creepily at random times!?" You shouted.

"Jeez calm down. I already knew we couldn't avoid the rock. It was too huge. So I just let it be. And it's called gazing alright, not 'creepily staring'."

He explained calmly while wrapping the hand at the back of your seat and driving with only one freaking hand. And he looked so relaxed too for some reason.

Oh okay so he was parking the car in between two huge trees. "We're here. Come on." You followed him out of the car and you could see a bright place up ahead. You could also hear the sound of fire crackling.

"Gosh I really don't wanna go near that asshole's feet again. They stink so bad." He gagged dramatically. His personality honestly gave you whiplash. You both reluctantly carried the man into the warehouse-like building which burned brighter than your future.

"Come on just leave him here." He threw the man on the cobblestone ground and started walking back to the car leaving you utterly confused. "You coming or what?" He looked back at you as he noticed you not following him.

"A- aren't we supposed to do anything?" You questioned while glancing between the body and him.

He sighed deeply and walked back to you. "Do you want to see that man's body burn in above a 1000 degree celsius?" He questioned you while grabbing both of your shoulders. You shook your head in a silent 'no'. "That's what I thought." He smiled at you again and walked you back towards the car with a hand wrapped around your shoulders.

"Won't the police know anything?" You questioned ten minutes into the drive.

"Not a chance sweetheart." He winked at you shifting his gaze from the road towards you for the umpteenth time that night while you looked out of the window at the dark trees with a blank stare.

"Won't Mr Choi report me to the police if he knows I killed someone?"

"Unless he's an absolute idiot, no he won't. Besides he doesn't even have any evidence against you. But trust me, he won't even go to the police in the first place. Just don't go around that store now for a few days, alright?"

"Are you sure his body will be gone?"

"Absolutely. Now that we're down the mountain, there are absolutely no traces of the crime you accidentally committed tonight." So that man really was gone huh? Because of you?

"Thank you." Your voice barely coming out.

"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you." He chuckled. What?

"Uh what?" Your throat hurt from how hoarse your voice was.

"I mean, you did kill my target for me so thanks I guess. Although I would've gotten the job done far more cleanly. Obviously. We wouldn't even need to go all the way up there. Just one touch and he would've gotten a heart attack then and there. But it's fine I don't blame you, it was your first kill after all!" He exclaimed as if that was a good news. "So now... my place or yours?"

The news didn't even phase you anymore. You looked at the neon digital clock in the car as it showed 4:27 a.m. in block letters. You definitely wouldn't be able to make it to uni today. You hadn't even completed your essay on playwriting and dramaturgy that was due today. And finally you burst into tears for the second time that night.

"My place it is then." 

A/N: If you've made it this far, thanks a lot for reading. Any kind of feedback and comments are much much appreciated!

[forthechubbies]

Profile (Mafia Au)

Jeon Jungkook

⚠️ Mentions of Blood, Gore, Dismemberment, Pedos (not Jungkook), and Technically Serial Killer Jungkook...Hot Jungkook ♡

Master Assassin/ Mercenary

POB: Busan, South Korea

DOB: September 1, 1997

Age: 27 (In this story)

Family Relations: Unknown

Marital Status: Unknown

Body Count: Unknown

How dangerous is Jungkook?

If Mr.Kim decides to sic him on you... it's easier if you do yourself in to save you the trouble because there's no nook or cranny in this world that can save you from his favorite bloodthirsty blade.

For Example, A elderly pervert by the name Yang Jun, a well-known wealthy business man in South Korea although his pockets were unlimited, he's manners and morality were poor.

The big company man seems sure of himself as wired stolen money from some pitiful lowbirth thugs who claimed to be the technical Korean Mafia.

Little did he know Jun signed his whole death certificate and sealed it in crimson ink.

No warnings. No Death threats. No Second chances

"-The victim's dismembered parts was found suspended from his penthouse balcony railing alongside photographic evidences of the victim participating in unspeakable actions revolving around child porn-"

The list of victims who died by Jungkook's bloody hands are endless, I fear.

However, Yn will only see him as Kookie, You're big strong loveable bunny boy.

.....or maybe one day you will see the blood that stains his skin.

New! Our Little Wife Chapter coming soon! I'm excited, ain't you?! Tell me in the comments, it helps me write more lol!

[alpacaparkaseok]

Hello hello B!!

Popping in to ask 1. How are you?! and 2. To pick your brain about How to Sell Sunshine. A TikTok has inspired me to MAYBE write a mafia fic about SKZ (because I am seeing them on Sunday and the brain rot is real), and now I have questions on how you wrote your masterpiece.

1. How did you decide who mc would end up with?

2. How in the world did you figure out all the mafia stuff AND keep it sfw? I am simply baffled and overwhelmed 😂

3. Did you plot out everything generally or chapter by chapter (member by member)?

I stand in awe of your genius, that is all.

Delacy!! I'm doing great! Just enjoying seeing the sun again and the snow finally starting to melt!

How are you?? Hope you're doing wonderful!

YESSSSSSSSSS

Ok I saw that "maybe" thrown in there but I'm just ignoring that while I celebrate because I'd read the crap out of a SKZ mafia fic and ALSO that sounds like you're going to have the best weekend ever seeing them!!! Send them my loveeeee 😭

Ok ok ok I'm gonna try to answer these as coherently as possible because I'm a total pantser when it comes to this kinda stuff lol

I had a top three I think going into it, but it was easier for me to decide who wasn't going to be endgame. Like, Joon was automatically off the table due to his history that I really liked and wanted to develop. Having him form a romantic relationship with mc seemed contradictory. (although this didn't stop me from playing around with their dynamic lol)

As the story progressed, I looked at their character development and how I wanted that character to be by the end of the series. it was actually really difficult, because there were a couple of good options, but I also think that's nice because then it isn't this blatant choice. It really comes down to mc and who she feels like understands her the best.

Just adding this: I feel like it's ok if mc makes a decision that also maybe goes against the grain a bit (not saying that HTSS mc did, but just in general...although maybe she did a bit haha), as long as she has a legitimate reason for making that choice. It doesn't have to make perfect sense to the other suitors, but it has to feel right to her. Just like it real life lol. Sometimes we make decisions that make other people look at us funny, but we know why we're doing it.

2. HA this is actually a great questions, because it's hard. There's a lot of other mafia fics out there both in the fanfic world and in other mediums, and not very many of them are sfw. Mainly it was just a personal choice that I made long before, but I also put more weight on the plot than the other stuff. Sure, we deal with blood and gore but we can't find the point of it all if it's off camera drowning in blood. Also, I have no issue throwing in a spicy scene here or there, but the art of implication is powerful and something I respect. None of my characters got far enough to sleep with each other or anything, because I'm a big fan of slow burn. But I'm also a big fan of sexual tension exploding with a single caress and whispered confession. I'd hate for that to go out of style lol

3. The plot! Going into this, I knew everybody's "role", as in, Hobi is a hitman and Tae's a getaway driver, etc. From there I built up their character's a bit more, and honestly those first chapters where we're meeting them one by one, that was just me trying to figure crap out. It wasn't until I was coming up on the Gala chapter and people were getting shot (keeping it vague in case someone reads this that hasn't gotten to that point haha) that I realized I wasn't ready to have this crew say goodbye just yet. They had a higher, more criminal purpose to fulfill. 😂

Once I got to chapter 6, I mapped out a bit more of the overarching plot. But it was fairly vague and really just came to light as I wrote the chapters. I knew how I wanted it to end, but getting there was all on mc & friends. I just had them figure it out lol

I can lightly plot, but I really depend on the characters/members. Getting to know them through character sheets or just writing blurbs that never see the light are usually how that works for me. So it was super general as far as plot goes, and it uncovered itself bit by bit until I knew the ending and how long I needed to get there.

I hope that this makes any semblance of sense! Really truly just had fun with it. And fell in love with this particular cast of characters along the way.

Happy writing! And I can't wait to see what you come up with if you end up writing it! Have sososososo much fun with SKZ!!

tell lee know i'd probably do something illegal for him if he wanted

[capypub]

CapyPub Masterlist

Currently includes: Joel Miller (Last of US), Bruno Madrigal (Encanto) and Morpheus/Dream of the Endless (DCU/Netflix)

Joel Miller (Last of Us HBO Series)

Without Warning (Completed) + Extended Scenes

AU Mafia!Joel Miller x Original Female Character

Minors DNI. 18+ (drug use, swearing, sexual themes, dark themes, blood/gore, violence)

Joel Miller, the biggest, meanest, most dangerous crime lord this side of the Mississippi couldn’t help but be drawn to the Tipsy Bison’s newest waitress. Follow the trials and tribulations of their relationship through these scattered scenes as they try to navigate each other’s worlds. 

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Summer Wine (Completed)

Bruno Madrigal x OFC

Rating: T - M (chapters vary in rating)

Bruno can’t help but be drawn to beautiful little bartender who so openly flirted with him, unbothered by the rumors and stories. She’s everything he ever wanted to be, confident, comfortable around people, and able to bring out the best in those she serves. Over time, as they grow closer, she begins to bring out parts of him he never knew existed, courage, dominance, and perhaps a bit of jealousy…

Chapter 1   Chapter 6   Chapter 11   Chapter 16

Chapter 2   Chapter 7   Chapter 12   Chapter 17

Chapter 3   Chapter 8   Chapter 13

Chapter 4   Chapter 9   Chapter 14

Chapter 5   Chapter 10   Chapter 15

Dancing With the Double-Edged Sword (Completed)

Bruno Madrigal x OFC

Rating: T- M (Chapters Vary)

When Bruno introduced Hernando to the family, his sisters and mother thought he was simply playing games, but as they grew older and Hernando continued to grow with Bruno, they realized that he might be here to stay. After many failed attempts at “curing” Bruno, the family eventually grew used to Hernando’s presence, learning to recognize the signs of when they were interacting with Bruno and when they were interacting with Hernando. Although their personalities may differ, they continue to share the same body. Now they must learn to maneuver romance together as they pursue the same woman. Likewise, she learns how to love two versions of the same man, finding pieces in each of them that only draw her closer.

Chapter 1  Chapter 6   Chapter 11

Chapter 2   Chapter 7   Chapter 12

Chapter 3   Chapter 8   Chapter 13

Chapter 4   Chapter 9   Chapter 14

Chapter 5   Chapter 10   Chapter 15

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless (DCU/Netflix)

The Games We Play (18+) Imagine

“Is this what you wanted, little one?” he questioned slowly, softly, against her neck, feeling the goosebumps form under his lips, “Has your misbehavior been the result of needing your Master’s hand?” he continued, feeling how her body tensed and twitched as he spoke.

Patience, Little One (18+) Imagine

Morpheus returns to his witch lover… (aka shameless, soft smut)

[sleep-deprivedracoon]

Tell it to my heart

Here's to the one with the scorching stare of love, blood, and vengeance. Eyes killer cold, blue and bare.

pairing: Gojo Satoru x f! reader AU - Mafia

warnings: angst, implied abuse, injuries, blood, alcohol, death, suicide, drug usage, addict, recovery, smut, gore, violence, trauma, guns, abuse, sex, overstimulation, rape threats, murder

Author’s note: This fanfiction is going to be a slow-build story with an irregular upload scheme. I am not sure when I will be able to update. I might upload multiple chapters in a single week or not upload for a few weeks. It depends on what my daily schedule is, and it is very dynamic. This story is for a mature audience and will have a lot of problematic themes. If this is triggering to you, please refrain from interacting with this story. The content warning is for the entire story and not just for this chapter. Again, I cannot emphasize enough, that this is a slow-burn story. In this story, you will find some changes in mannerisms among characters. Gojo Satoru will be smoking and drinking. Yuji and Sukuna will be 2 different people but are related by blood. The main reason is, that I do not see Yuji being part of a Mafia unless he had no other choice. The cursed spirits will be human in appearance.

Notes for this chapter: TRIGGER WARNINGS – PTSD OF ABUSE

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art credits - @neverwho_art on Instagram (i added a b&w filter on top of it to fit the theme of this chapter)

Chapter 13 – Hollow

You were sweating bullets even though the AC was set to cool the room down. It felt like you ran a marathon when in reality your tremors were the ones triggering your sweat. You had already thrown up a couple of times in the past few hours. Your nose was dripping and you wiped it off with a tissue. Shoko had cleaned all your wounds and treated your burns. She said it would take a few days for the soles of your feet to recover. Your nails would probably take a couple of months to fully grow back. The withdrawal was painful. You had been through this multiple times already but it was still painful. Every muscle in your body ached. All you wanted was some relief and there was only one way to get it. You were hooked to an IV as you were severely dehydrated and malnourished. You were given electrolytes every few hours. You were advised to rest as much as you could but sleep was not peaceful. You kept waking up every now and then. You found Yuji sleeping on the floor. The boy had not left your side ever since Shoko was done treating you. He tended to your every need.

You also had Sukuna visit you. He was mad at you. Mad at himself.

“What were you thinking???” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Utahime was in danger… I had to-”

“You had to tell me that the Zenin prick was going to put you up to this. I would have had this handled. Look at what they have done to you.” He shakes his head.

You begged him to take a picture of you. You wanted to see what you had been through. Although it scared you, you needed to see what they’d subjected you to. When he handed you his phone to show you the picture, you barely recognized the person you saw staring back at you. You were clad in a simple loose gown similar to the ones you could find in a hospital. You were covered in bandages. Your hair was matted and your eyes were covered by dark circles. You had lost a lot of weight. But what caught your attention was that your eyes were devoid of any emotion. They were hollow.  It felt like you were looking at a stranger.

“It’s not that bad…” Yuji tried to reassure you.

You just nod and hand the phone back to Sukuna.

The next time you were asleep, you were woken up by someone’s footsteps entering your room. Your body was now tuned to wake up at the slightest of disturbances.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He looked alarmed. His blue eyes still had the same gravity that they did before. His hair was more skewed than usual.

“Satoru…” You whispered. He was here. He was okay. Your eyes quickly scan him for any serious injuries.

“Hello… ” He rubbed the back of his head.

“Strawberry Haze… that is the password.” You quickly blurt out.

“I am sorry, what?” He looked genuinely confused.

“Geto… He wanted a password from me. I think it was for a warehouse. I overheard Mahito and him talk about it. The password to the warehouse is strawberry haze… Asami texted it to me when she was going to see me. She also mentioned it when we met. I mean, why would she want a very specific strain of weed if she was short on her usual drugs? I don’t know where this warehouse is but I am willing to bet on it that the password is Strawberry Haze.” You pause to catch your breath. You didn’t remember the last time you spoke so much.

“So that is why he captured you.” He sits on the edge of your bed.

“That is why he kept me alive. He genuinely believed I knew it.” You sit up and lean your back against the headrest.

“Alive? Hah!” Gojo closes his eyes shut. “I wouldn’t call it being alive. I went through Miguel’s report that Yuta gave me.” He clenched his fist tightly.

“You’re right.” You looked out the window. You had asked for the bed to be placed near the window. You hadn’t seen the sun or the stars in two and a half months. “Death would have been merciful. But I think I deserved it.”

“Are you out of your mind!?” Gojo snapped.

“Maybe…” You sighed. “So many people had to suffer because of me. My parents, Nanami, Utahime, some of your men whose name I’ll probably never know, and even you.” A tear slipped from your eye as you spoke. “It was only a matter of time that Karma got to me. Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.” Gojo crosses his arms as he pulls his legs on top of your bed.

“Why did you rescue me from there? For all you knew, I could have been a rat. I could have told them everything I knew. You had no reason to get me out of there.” You look at him.

“No reason? Really? How about rescuing a friend? Is that a good enough reason?” Gojo looked offended. “You may not believe it but all of us here consider you as a part of our group. Shoko, Sukuna… hell, Utahime blamed herself and stepped down from the triad. Megumi wasn’t sleeping properly. Yuji was a mess. Shoko and Sukuna used all their connections to find any information about you. I… I was shocked to learn about you. About Nanami and you. I woke up only to find that I lost two more friends.” He looked you in the eye. “If I didn’t bring you back, Nanami’s sacrifice would have been in vain. If someone knew you, they’d know you’re no rat. And even if you did leak some information, it wouldn’t have mattered. I would have still done anything in my capabilities to bring you back. I made a promise to keep you safe.”

“Gojo…”

“I failed to keep my promise. It was my mistake. I failed to foresee a lot of things.” He grits his teeth. “The SnK will pay. They will pay for every person they’ve taken from the triad. They will pay for Nanami and they will pay for you.” He tries to hold your hand. You flinch a little but you hold his hand. He looks at your fingers and back at you. His eyes looked like a pool of crystal blue. “Fuck…”

You pull your hand back and curl your fingers. Your fingers without nails looked disgusting. You felt like a freak. “They’ll grow back.” You mumble.

“That’s not the point.” He growls. “Who did that to you?”

“It doesn’t matter. There are far too many scars to hold him accountable for.” You shake your head.

“We can get rid of the scars. I know the best doctors who – ”

“No! No… I am not going to get rid of them. I need to remember. I need to.” You insist.

“(Y/N)… You –”

“I have to Gojo. Please.” You plead.

He sighs and nods. “Fine! Fineeee….”

“Gojo…?” You look down this time, hesitant to talk to him.

“Hm?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Do… Do you… have a cigarette?”

“Um… I do… but peach, I don’t think it is a good idea for you to be smoking now.” He reaches out to you. As he places his palm on your cheek, you flinch a little. “I am not going to hurt you.” He strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You nod as you gulp down the lump in your throat. He called you peach. It felt like it was forever ago. “Sorry, it is just an instinctive reaction.”

“Shh… You have nothing to be sorry for. I understand, (Y/N).”

You take a deep breath as you feel fatigued. After all, you were woken up from your sleep.

“I am going to get some rest, Gojo. If that’s fine with you.”

“Of course. You don’t have to ask me… Is it okay if I stayed here for a while?” He pulls his hand away and places it on his lap.

You nod and slide down to lay on your bed. You close your eyes and try to regulate your breathing. As you nod off, you hear Gojo whisper. “I am going to make him pay. I am going to make them pay.”

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You were able to walk within a week. Your soles had healed enough for you to take small steps and walk around your room. You’d also start wearing your own clothes. You noticed how loose they’d become. They barely fit you anymore.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes still seemed hollow. Dark circles around your eyes were prominent due to the lack of color on your face.  Your hair was a matted mess. You find a pair of scissors in the cabinet beside the mirror. You take the scissors and began to chop off the parts that were heavily damaged and matted. All you could hear was the snipping of the scissors. The cut was uneven but it wasn’t visibly bad.

You were surrounded by the hair when you place the scissors back in the cabinet. You look at all the hair and your heart breaks. You weren’t particularly attached to your hair but seeing so much hair on the floor felt like you cut off your old former self. She was gone. Gone for good. You fall on your knees and cry. You cry as you grab strands of hair on the floor.

“(Y/N)… We have an idea and Shoko approved – (Y/N)…?” You hear Yuji pauses as he sees you on the bathroom floor with the door wide open. He was followed by Megumi, Sukuna and Gojo.

“(Y/N)!!” Gojo rushes to your side and kneels beside you. “Are you okay? Is something hurting? Call Shoko!” He looks at Sukuna.

“N-No… I- I am fine…” You wipe the snot off your nose. “It’s – It’s all gone…” You look at all the hair around you.

Gojo wraps his arms around you. “Hey… Hey… It’ll grow back. It’ll be alright. Don’t worry about it. You look just as beautiful with this length as well.” He grabs a strand of your hair.

“Yeah, (Y/N). This length suits you!!” Yuji approaches you. He pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it to you.

You take the handkerchief from him and wipe your eyes. You use Gojo as a support to stand up. “I am sorry… that was… stupid.” You sniffle.

“Naah. What was stupid was trying to chop your own hair.” Sukuna rolls his eyes. “We could have just arranged a hairdresser for you, ya know.”

“Sukuna!” Yuji glares at him.

“What?” He growls.

“You’re an idiot.” Yuji shakes his head.

You giggle looking at their banter. Everyone pauses as they notice you giggling.

“That is the first time we heard you giggle ever since you came back,” Gojo explains as confusion reigns over you.

You ignore the statement and compose yourself. It was probably the first time you giggled after Melbourne. When was the last time you smiled? You didn’t know. You compose yourself. “You guys had an idea?”

“Oh yeah!! Since the weather is so nice and everything, we thought that we should have a picnic in the backyard.” Yuji grins.

“A picnic?” You raise your eyebrows

“Yeah… You could use some sunlight…  I mean, when was the last time you were outside?” Sukuna leans against the wall.

“Oh… Okay, what should I do?” You dry your eyes with the kerchief.

“Oh, you’re doing nothing. Just leave it all to Sukuna and me!” Yuji grins. “Come on Sukuna, let’s get things ready!!!” He dashes out of the room.

“I swear to god, this brat treats me more like a butler than a brother,” Sukuna grumbles and follows him.

“Come with me, let’s fix your hair.” You feel Gojo’s hand on your back and you flinch.

“Sorry!” You apologize for your reaction. “You’re a hairdresser now?”

“You’d be surprised with what I can do.” He smiles softly at you. He walks out of the bathroom to grab a stool from the dressing table. He places it in front of you. “Take a seat.”

You sit down as he slowly combs through your hair with his long, slender fingers. Your body trembles involuntarily. Another human touching you without malicious intent felt alien to you. You hear the snipping of the scissors and you jump a little in your seat. You feel his hand rub your back, reassuring you.

“It’s okay. You’re okay now, (Y/N). No one here wants to hurt you.” His voice was warm.

“I know… I know…” You take deep breaths to calm yourself.

In about 20 minutes, Gojo was done. You look at your reflection in the mirror. He’d done a much better job than you had. Everything was evenly cut.

“Thank you.” You smile at him. “For everything. I owe you a lot.”

“Hm? Naah. You don’t.” He messes your hair. “(Y/N)…”

“Yeah?”

“Nothing..” He shakes his head.

“What is it, Gojo?” You knew he wanted to say something.

“Can I…” He clenches his fist… “Can I hug you? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“O-okay, yeah.. I mean… You can hug me.” You shift awkwardly.

He closes the distance between the two of you as his arms wrap around you. You inhale the familiar scent of his cologne and shampoo. Still tense in his embrace, you feel him relax against you as he pulls you closer to him.

“I am.. I am so sorry, peach. I was an asshole to you when I last saw you. I was unnecessarily mean.” You feel him shiver. Your arms wrap around reaching his back. You stroke his back.

“Satoru… Shh…”

“I was scared… So scared because that bastard almost caught you. For the first time, it felt like someone pulled the rug from under my feet. I understood the gravity of bringing you into my world. I needed to act fast and get you away from all of this. So my fucked up solution was to push you away.” You feel him hug you tighter. “But it was all useless in the end. They got to you. They…” You feel him heaving against you.

“Satoru… listen to me..” You hold on to him. “In the end, it was my choice. I walked into it myself.”

“I don’t know why I was so scared to lose you… I thought you were gone. Like Nanami.” He slowly pulls himself away from you and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "It might have been your choice but it could have been avoided had I been better prepared. Had I not been overconfident, I could have.... I would have.... What were you thinking, (Y/N)??? Do you not know what you mean to m- us?? Do you think Yuji would have continued to live the way he was knowing what you had done? The boy was this close to joining the triad to find you. You think Sukuna would be okay with the guilt of letting Naoya get to you?? Or Utahime would be okay with you dying in her place? We told you that you are family. You think I would -" He takes a deep breath to calm himself. "Do you think I would have been okay knowing that I couldn't keep my promise? What do you think would happen to us all if you died, peach???"

“Yuta saved me before that could happen. I am alive. I am here.” You hold his hand. "You came through. You lived up to your promise." You gently squeeze his palm. "I thought dying was an easy way out. But knowing what I know now, I am not ready to die Satoru. I know I belong here, with you... I mean with the triad." You correct yourself.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He squeezes your hand back. “I mean it. I will drag your ass back and lock you in a room. Heck, I nearly wanted to do it this time.”

“Message received, boss.” You chuckle dryly.

He raises your chin gently with his fingertips and places his lips on yours. Your lips part as you savor the warm touch. You remembered this feeling all too well. You felt safe, you felt like you belonged here. You felt at home.

[vomagari]

19 “sea change” for Vito or any Mafia II character

Send me a number and I'll write a micro-story using the word or phrase!

(This turned out to be WAY longer than I anticipated, sorry about that lmaooo. Also heads up, there's a bit of a gore warning!!!!)

The waves that extend past the diluted horizon are eerily languid and thick like ink. Their moonlight-shimmer reflects in the bottle of whiskey that has grown slippery in Vito's palms. Its taste is smoky and antiseptic; like the smell of an open field of groaning soldiers on their cotton sheets over lumpy soil, only given to them to mimic a proper hospital bed.

The whiskey must be peated, probably Irish. He turns the bottle over in his hands, hunches his back further, and squints to read the label in the dimness of this late night or early morning. It doesn't matter. Not really. Little distractions, very minuscule ones like this, have been occupying his mind every couple of minutes for the past few hours to distract him from why he can't seem to get off of this dock.

All of the bodies are scattered about behind him, around the loading areas leading into the main warehouse where Derek used to sit on his ass all day. They've probably begun to smell, Vito thinks, like rot and metallic sulfur. All of those bodies...they've probably begun to stiffen in their dark, dry blood. He could very well be in their places right now instead of perched on this red cedar dock, legs crossed and feet tucked underneath his thighs.

The tide has grown in the hours he's been out here and its threats to soak him with each minute that passes only become very real possibilities. Although he dreads the thought of getting his car seats wet and feeling that squelch under his feet when he walks or steps on the pedals, the idea that he could be clean is one that he wants to revel in. The ocean's icy and salty water will break down the dried blood on his skin and clothes and carry it out far beyond where he can see. And as the water rises, he'll take a big breath before it engulfs him entirely and he is scrubbed anew.

Are you going to submit to him as your king and serve him to the end of your days?

He can see his mother, head to toe in white and curled hair bobby-pinned back. Through clouded eyes, her smile is strained. Vito returns the puffed cheeks and crinkled eyes the best he can as his hands wriggle and legs begin to shake under his own weight. She laid his ironed suit out on his bed this morning and twisted his tie into a pompous perfection. She combed his hair and dusted his shoulders, tied his shoes and kissed his cheeks. She wants this more than he does.

Do you renounce Satan?

His own stench is almost as bad as what lies behind him. He rests the bottle of whiskey in his lap before lowering both hands into the sea. It's even colder than he expected and it tenses his nerves into tight, scratchy rope. His fingers bend and rub against his palms and although he can't see much of anything, he can feel a slickness leave his skin and disperse into nothing. He sheds himself of this slowly, as though his hands belong to a man older and more careful than himself. Eyelids now closed with enough pressure to pop his eyeballs, his lungs fill to their brim again.

Rot. Rot. Rot.

His arms are stinging. They feel like they're on fire.

Vito jumps to his feet too quickly. His head pounds and his balance can no longer be considered a working sense. But he spreads his arms out in an attempt to stay where he is instead of face-down in the water. After he reminds himself of the feeling in his toes to his fingers, he walks to his car. Under its dome light, his arms are lined with thin lines and tiny drops of red. Under his own nails, the same color is there.

He drives back to Joe's.

[bowandcurtsey]

Black Clover Yami Sukehiro x Mafia AU!

PART 4

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

Yami x f! Reader

TW: Swearing, mentions of characters death, mentions of gambling, human trafficking and prostitution, sexual jokes, mentions of gore (blood / body parts)

“Finral, Noelle,” you spoke as they drove you home, “why did you guys join the black bulls?”

They both glanced at each other for a moment and thought about your question.

“Well, because Yami is actually a good man, even though he’s a mafia and all,” Finral started the ball rolling, “he actually saved all of our lives. I used to be an outcast from my rich family, I was always laughed at and eventually I left home. And Yami was the one that saw the ‘great’ in me, and he took me in.”

“Well, I have a similar story as Finral, just as many of us in the black bulls,” Noelle turned to look at you, “Yami gives all those people that doesn’t have anywhere to go to, a place they could call home, and jobs to do. You aren't thinking of reporting everything that you heard the boss said, do you?”

"No! Of course not! I was just wondering how all of you seem to just trust him 100%.."

She turned back to face the road as she continued, “all those hostess or prostitutes, they were actually either cheated to come here for a sum of money back home, or they were part of human trafficking. And Yami just gave them a job to do. He never forced anyone to do anything they didn’t want to.”

“Because Boss Yami actually has a soft heart, he takes in as many people as he can, which is why the black bulls is one of the biggest gang in the underworld. Yami fights for no body, except his people.” Finral continued, “he may seem rough on the edges, but he’s actually the nicest and kindest person.”

They continued to tell you a little more about the black bulls as the car soon reached your place. Although you don’t want the talk about the bulls to end, you hesitantly got off the car.

“Our car will be waiting for awhile, just to be sure,” Noelle told you.

An idea came to your mind as went back into the car, “Guys, I have an idea! Let’s ambush the Orcas this time round. We’ll do it in secret. Tell Yami I’ll take care of the weapons. Come to my place when you guys are ready. I’ll have weapons ready.”

“Also,” you gave them a private phone number, “use this number to contact me.”

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You used your credit as a police officer to buy as much weapons as you could, from as many different weapon shops as you knew.

You almost broke your bank, but you had to return the favour to the bulls. You just could not leave them in the lurch after hearing what Noelle and Finral told you. All those helpless and homeless people, they depended on Yami, you needed to help them.

You logged into the police data base and went through files after files, looking into Xerx’s statement, going through everything of his to find any single clue. You even pulled Xerx out personally to question him.

“Tell me where Gueldre Poizot is,” you sat across him.

“Oh~ To what I owe to be honoured by this visit from Captain y/n herself?” His voice laced with sarcasm.

“I’m not too sure Xerx,” you put both your legs up cooly on the table and you rested back in your chair, “I might be your saviour and you would probably look at lesser time in prison”

He remained silent.

“Let’s see, according to a statement from your little friend Revchi, he said: ‘Gueldre told me that Xerx was the sole mastermind of the chained murder cases’” you lied, “Gueldre tried to tell him to stop, but Xerx went all ‘pazzo pazzo’.”

You used the words that Revchi spoke in his statement to confuse Xerx, making the statement sound more realistic, and the man took the bait. He gave you a few hideouts of where Gueldre could possibly be.

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“Aren’t you a persistent cop?” A burner phone called your private number the week later. It was none other than the Black Bulls’ boss himself.

“I promise, in this mission, I’m not a cop and no other cops are involved or know of this matter,” you promised, “just take it as if I’m a weapon dealer then.”

A boisterous laugh was heard over the phone, “okay, what’s the price of buying all these weapons?”

“Erm. You can pay me when the mission is successful.” You told him, “also, I talked to Xerx Lugner again, I might have a few locations on where Gueldre might be. I’ve already sent some old friends to check things out.”

“Old friends?” Yami sounded suspicious

“I used to work as a PI.” You assured him, “they have nothing to do with the cops. No cops, I already promised.”

“Alright, I’ll send Asta and Finral over tomorrow to get the weapons.”

“Wait,” you bit your lip, “Can I.. help? I promise I’ll be of great use!”

“No. Your face is all over the news, everyone fucking knows you’re a cop.”

“I’ll wear a disguise or whatever!” You pleaded, “I’ll be a great support on the battle field!”

There was silence on the other end, Yami was pondering hard, they could use a good fighter. But he didn’t want to risk you getting hurt or the fact that they were in cahoots with a police again.

“I’ll be a sniper!” You volunteered, “This way they wouldn’t see my face and I’ll be from afar!”

With a loud sigh, Yami relented.

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“Y/n!!” The ever high-spirited Asta came through your doors. “Oh~ Is this where you live? You have a neat home!”

“It’s nothing much,” you smiled sheepishly, gesturing for them to come in.

The two men stared in shock at the amount of crates full of weapons you had.

“Oh my god y/n,” Finral gasped, “Are you planning for a massacre?”

Asta happily looked through everything like a kid in a toy store. “How are we bringing everything back, Finral senpai!”

Finral made a phone call. “Okay, I called for backup. I am impressed y/n. I see why our boss likes you.”

“HUH. He- WHAT?” You exclaimed loudly, heat rising to your cheeks, as your heart palpitated.

“NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT,” Asta was shouting as well, “No other outsider has ever had this kind of treatment, let alone a girl and a cop at that.”

“W-what kind of treatment?” Your curiosity got the better of you.

“Well, not many people know about our base back at the factory, I was surprised he let you in there. Twice at that.” Asta tapped at his chin, deep in thoughts.

“Also, the day when you got shot, the boss personally carried you in, it’s been a long while I saw him carry a woman like that. Not even the women he has one night stands with.”

You were not sure why but, your heart sunk a little hearing about Yami having one night stands, you knew you shouldn’t be disappointed, he was handsome, charming, sexy, was a Mafia boss at that, who would pass on the opportunity to shag him?

“Also,” Finral continued, “I believe I have never seen him ask 2 of the main bulls to escort someone home.”

“Main.. Bulls..?” You were a little confused.

“14 of us besides the boss. Nacht, Zora, Charmy, Vanessa, Magna, Asta, Noelle, Secre, Gauche, Grey and I.” We’re the only few, along with Gordon, Henry and Luck previously, to know the true identity and main secrets of the bulls. Oh, and apparently now, you as well.”

Just then, Finral’s phone buzzed, “Oh they’re here!”

“Boss!” The two greeted when Yami walked in, followed by Magna and Gauche

He was wearing a black windbreaker with the sleeves pulled to his forearms, revealing a grey tshirt he wore that cladded tightly on his bulging chest. As we walked around, you could see a glimpse of his defined abs over the shirt. The room immediately rose a few degrees.

“Neat place,” he commented, looking around. He gave a low whistle when he saw the weapons you got. His huge hands reached up to ruffle your hair a little, “now that’s what I call efficiency. Someone please tell Charmy to learn a lesson or two, or I’ll stop giving her food.”

You flustered a little at the physical affection he gave, heart pounding a little faster in your chest.

“Anyway, we’re just gonna draw the plans right here, I got Gauche to bring up the laptop so we could just discuss via video conference.” Yami signalled for Gauche to prepare.

Grey was on the receiving end of the video call, making sure that everything was stable, soon, the rest of the main bulls were seen on the screen.

You provided them some maps and blueprints of the hideouts, and information that your friends in the PI agency got you.

“Y/n is feeding us with everything y’all. Can each of you take a page from her book, please?” Yami shook his head at all the work you provided.

You smiled sheepishly, “but I do not have a concrete plan on how to go about the ambush..”

“Well, you can leave that to us,” Nacht said from the other end.

From the time you spent with the bulls, you found out that Nacht was extremely smart, he could very well be the brains of the bulls just as Yami was the heart. He came up with a flawless and meticulous plan to ambush the Purple Orcas, not only capturing Geuldre, but most of the key persons in the Purple Orcas. The bulls were hungry for revenge.

As promised, you were assigned the sniper role. Magna, Zora, Noelle and Secre were on the front lines this time. Gauche, Grey and Nacht were on back end duties and would guide everyone through the communicator. Vanessa, Finral and Charmy were on standby as supports.

After almost 8 hours of meeting, they were finally done with the plan. They had to tie up some loose ends and the mission would go on in about 3 days.

As everyone left, Yami gave a flick to your forehead, “get some rest. You need sleep. Look at those eye bags around those pretty eyes”

“Speak for yourself, boss.” You rolled your eyes at him and smiled.

“I will return this favour, Mafia’s honour.” Yami looked at you with his steel grey orbs. For the very first time in months, you saw softness in Yami’s eyes. You couldn’t help but think about what Finral and Asta told you earlier. You heart banged against your rib cage, and you could feel your cheeks starting to blush.

"I'll arrange for someone to deliver a nutritious meal in awhile. Eat it before you sleep,"

You gazed at him under your fluttery eyelashes. Yami couldn't help but purse his lips.

"Do you always look at every man like that, Captain y/n?"

"W-what are you talking about?" You face reddened.

Yami leaned in closer to you and you could smell his cologne, "Don't think I didn't notice you glancing at my body earlier, heh. My previous offer still stands if you're interested~"

You pushed him away so hard but he barely moved. He stood up straight, giving you a smirk as he turned and walked out of your house.

Yami lit another cigarette under the starry night sky. It's been long since he felt this excitement. He couldn't forget the smell of the shampoo lingering in your hair when he leaned in earlier, it was the same scent he remembered when he carried you in his arms the other day. He found himself wanting to know how your lips tasted like.

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[xenetala]

Piofiore: Fated Memories Review

I’ll keep this as spoiler free as possible, but with this game that may be a bit difficult. This is just my thoughts on the game and its quality. This game overall is really well done and if you are familiar with Amnesia Memories, you’ll really enjoy this one.

There are a few things I’d like to give people a heads up on in this one. First, this is a game about the Mafia. While it should be obvious, many people who play otome games may not realize this isn’t like the sweet games such as Kissed by the Baddest Bidder. Please do not play this game if you are sensitive to blood, gore, death, rape, drug abuse, psychological abuse, torture, violence, general crime, and other such themes. While you can play the best routes and avoid too much of this, you will be exposed to some pretty gruesome and brutal things in this game.

The second thing I’d like to give a heads up on is you have to play the routes in a semi set order to unlock things. By this I mean you don’t get to completely choose who you play at first. While this by no means makes the game bad, it’s something to think about before playing. You may not get to choose your favorite boy right off.

If you do play this, I have a recommended play route. I recommend this based on the lore of the world. That’s not to say you have to play this order, but I think it’ll give a better feel for the world.

While you can start with either Dante or Nicola, I’d recommend playing through Dante’s route first and follow his route with Orlock. While Yang is my absolute favorite boy by far, I recommend playing Nicola before Yang. Gilbert’s route you can’t play until you’ve played the other 4 so Dante > Orlock > Nicola > Yang is my recommended order, but Dante > Nicola > Orlock > Yang isn’t a bad order either.

Overall Story

This is a really good story. There’s a lot of absolutely lovable characters in it and I wish there were more routes. I also wish the stories were longer just because of how good the characters are. Even the supporting characters are great. The setting is in Italy during the 1920′s. There are a few references to world events around that time such as World War I, the depression, American prohibition, and several other things that happened around the world.

The game takes a lot of the terms and historical things and puts them in a nice handy dictionary in case the audience isn’t familiar with them. Personally I find all of the references common knowledge, but then I’m also a history buff so that may not be the case.

As far as the plot goes, the basis is you play an MC who grew up in a church in a small mafia run city. Depending on the route, the MC gets captured or rescued by one of the three mafia groups and ends up in their care as a guest. The three groups are the Italian based Falzone, the mixed heritage Visconti, and the Chinese based Lao-Shu.

Each route has a different part of the story and history of the world and the town as well as a different perspective. Some of the routes are more peaceful while others not so much. In all of them, the MC is one I consistently like. Despite being brought up in a quasi Roman Catholic based belief system, she’s quite down to Earth and many times stands up to the mafia so that earns her many points in my book.

The one thing in this game that I feel is a big missed opportunity is the character Roberto De Feo. I would have loved to see him as an option in this game. Especially after playing all of the routes including the hidden one, I feel like he would have made a nice addition to the story.

Characters

This game has a really good set of characters and even the supporting characters are good so I’m going to go over quite a few people in this. I’ll break these down by factions to help keep things orderly. Each character does have a best, good, and tragic ending. Some of them are really good, but the tragic ones to be pretty brutal to play.

Also, a fun note in the CGs you can press a button to hear the character’s comments on the scene.

Falzone Family

Dante Falzone - This is the first route I recommend playing. He’s kind of the ‘canon’ route in this and goes over a lot of the lore of the world. It can get a bit overwhelming to keep up with all of the mythology of the game, but you will need that information for later routes.

He’s introduced as the cold and cruel boss of the Falzone, but in reality he’s more of the slightly cold gentleman. While he can be cruel as evidenced in a torture scene, he’s really very sweet and you see much more of his caring side as the story progresses. I’m not a fan of his route as it is way sweeter than I’d like for a mafia boss, but it is the most romantic one.

In this route the MC spends most of her time confined with Dante and is more of a prisoner than a guest in my opinion. She’s not allowed to roam free much and is quite dependent on Dante. There is a lot of violence in this route and is one of the more gruesome ones in a few places. I actually like his good ending better than the best ending. His tragic end is really sad so beware. It’s not as brutal as others, but it’ll tug your heartstrings. Death can bring more peace than life. 

Leo Cavagnis - While not a love interest, Leo is an adorable character. He’s assigned as the MC’s body guard in anything related to the Falzone family. I would like to have seen him as a romance option just because it’d be nice to have a choice other than only higher ranking mafia members, but even without him being an option he’s a fun character in all of the routes.

Nicola Francesca - He is the underboss for the Falzone family and is Dante’s cousin. I liked his route much more than I thought I would and he is more what you’d expect for a mafia themed game. It is mentioned in all routes a few times that Nicola is more suited to being the boss than the underboss, and I agree with this.

Nicola is presented as a playboy, but though he’s flirty he’s not really a playboy. He has a lot of charisma and appears nice, but there is a cruel side to him. This is showcased in how he treats his men and in a torture scene. His route has almost none of the lore and is refreshing in that fact.

The MC is still more of prisoner in this one, but she’s not as dependent on Nicola. Even though I’d say Nicola is more ruthless than Dante, this route is actually one of the less violent ones. I will warn that his route is predictable and not quite as exciting to play as far as plot twists and such. Despite that, this is a fun route and the MC gets to showcase a bit more strength than in some of the others.

He is really tied to his idea of trying to free Dante from the curse of his blood and duties so Nicola often acts brashly and without really trying to understand others. This makes him quite focused on his own goals. His best ending is a great ending and for sure deserves to be called the best ending. I don’t really care for his good ending as much. While not sad, he’s too much of a mafia boss for the good ending to really fit him. His tragic ending is a work of art.

Giulia Ceste - She is the motherly housekeeper of the Falzone and takes care of the MC a lot when in the company of the Falzone family. While not a big character, she does help create some humor in the routes and is always a welcome addition when things get really serious.

The Church

Just a few notes on this ‘faction’. This group plays different roles in each route and doesn’t really follow a branch of the Christian religions. Even though the set up is implied to be the Roman Catholic branch, the lore behind this church isn’t really clear on things. There’s a relic mentioned and that relic is given all sorts of explanations as to what it is, but in reality very little of this game really follows any specific branch. So, if you find yourself confused on this group that’s normal.

Josef von Rosburg - Josef is a bishop for the church and has varying roles depending on the route you play. For the most part he’s reasonably pious and does things on behalf of what he believes to be the best for the church. Although, as the saying goes the road to hell is paved with the best of intentions.

Orlock - This boy is all cinnamon roll and I did not like his route until I played all endings. Part of the problem I have with his route is he’s so naïve and innocent that he comes off as childlike. After seeing him in some of the other routes I’d had the expectation that he’d be more of a cold hearted assassin than he is.

That I think colored my perceptions too much to fully enjoy this route and is partly why I recommend him as the second one you play. He is a disciple which basically just means he’s an assassin for the church.

He is absolutely devoted to the MC to the point of basically worshiping her and can see no fault in anything she does. This route is one of the more violent ones and uncovers more of the lore of the world. Orlock feels much younger than the MC because of his innocence despite being able to kill just about anyone.

The good route I liked a lot more than the best route in this one and that’s partly because he didn’t feel as much like a child in that end. The tragic route though changed my mind about his story a bit though. I love his tragic route. It is brutal and merciless, but you see him as an adult and not like a child. Plus, I’m a sucker for a good gut wrenching tragedy that just makes you question why you’d put yourself through the torture of reading it.

Elena Croce - This girl is the MCs best friend and someone she grew up with in the church. Her role varies depending on the route, but she’s generally a quite girl and is good at cooking.

Sister Sofia - She is one of the sisters in the church and is the mother figure of the story. She knows MC’s history and why she’s so important, but keeps things secret from her to prevent her from carrying a heavy burden.

Oliver Haas - Sadly this is another one that doesn’t have a romance option. Oliver is the Visconti family lawyer and helps smooth things over when members of the family get arrested. He is very strict and is often reprimanding Gilbert for things. It would be interesting to see the story from his perspective for sure.

Visconti Family

Gilbert Redford - He is the leader of the Visconti family and was born in Chicago. Gilbert has ties to the US and the mafia in Chicago. Unlike the Falzone family, he had to earn his way to the boss of the faction and wasn’t passed to him through blood ties.

This route is the most peaceful route. Though Gilbert is mafia, he is a businessman first and foremost. In his story the MC has a lot more freedom as she leaves the manor and tours sections of the city with Gilbert. Much of the MC’s time with him is more like being on dates.

Even though this route is far less violent than the others and softer in many respects, this one has more intrigue. Gilbert is the type that fights with strategy more than with violence so there’s a lot of intelligence gathering and plotting.

Basically the premise is that Gilbert is being framed for a crime and everyone is trying to clear his name. Due to the nature of the crime, it affects all of the families and even Yang is willing to help out Gilbert through this ordeal. The whole story is really a build up to the big finale of the case and you get to see aspects of all the characters in a very different light.

I really like his endings. All of them fit the story and are beautifully done. One of the things I like most about Gilbert’s story is everyone sticks together and helps out.

Lan - She is one of the twins that is assigned as the MC’s guard when in company with the Laou-Shu. This girl is absolutely adorable and creates a lot of fun moments. As cute and sweet as she is, she is also very strong and will kill someone without a second thought.

Laou-Shu

Yang - He is by far my favorite of all the characters. Yang is highly intelligent and very skilled in combat. This is show cased by the fact that he is bored without intrigue or other shenanigans to provide him amusement. The MC in this route is one of the more interesting ones in my opinion. Her intelligence really shines through in this one because in order to survive Yang she has to think on her feet a lot.

One of the things I really liked about this route is there were more fun scenes in it. While Yang’s route is by far the most brutal and violent, there are points that are just good fun and provide some of that cute romantic mishap stuff we all kind of want in these games.

The Laou-Shu is a different type of mafia group from the others and this story is in opposition to the lore of the world. Pretty much everyone gets killed and there’s a lot of misfortune in Yang’s route. He is a violent person who grew up under less than ideal circumstances. The MC is gets involved in the goings on with the Laou-Shu and is brought to some pretty grisly things.

I’ve seen quite a few people compare Yang’s personality to that of Hisoka from the anime Hunter x Hunter and I agree that they have similarities. Both live for the moment and share the bloodlust from a good battle with a strong opponent. He is also a master manipulator and very good at twisting words to get exactly what he wants. His best and tragic endings are simply gorgeous, but his good ending isn’t as fun. It’s not a badly done ending, but I would have liked them both to die in it.

Fei - He is the other of the twins that guard the MC when in the company of the Laou-Shu. He’s very protective of his sister and is the calming force for her. Just like Lan, as adorable as he is he can and will kill someone without a second thought.

Marco Caldroni - He is the other detective that comes into the game and is more often than not trying to keep Roberto in check. Marco is more okay with letting the mafia deal with things than his partner is and tends to either stay out of the way or help in cases where civilians are in danger.

Police

Roberto De Feo - This guy grows on you as you play the game. At first I really didn’t like him and especially so after playing Nicola’s route, but they really should have given him an option. I’d rather have been able to play Roberto than Orlock. Roberto is a newer detective with the police force and has a very strong idea of what justice is. He does not like that the town is overrun with mafia and that the mafia controls everything. This guy tends to pop up and pick fights with some of the mafia members.

Others

??? - This is a hidden route that is only unlocked after you’ve played through all of the others. You learn a lot more about the lore of the world and the MC is pretty much on her own in this route. I found this route very boring and the person you romance in this is too haunted by the past for me to really enjoy them.

As much as I love a good redemption story or even a good tragedy, this route is so boring. I would much rather have this be a totally different character’s route. While I get this person’s story helps fill in the gaps from Gilbert’s route, this gentleman is one of those revenge is everything types and I’m just not onboard with him. The endings are a peaceful kind of harem ending for the best ending and I don’t mind that one too much. There is a romance ending and I just don’t care for this character enough.

I get wanting revenge, but I find the all consuming revenge to the point of self-destruction and destruction of everything you hold dear just stupid. That’s how this romance goes. Reminds me a lot of the Sasuke and Sakura stuff from the anime Naruto.

[sinner-as-saint]

Bad Guy.

Mafia! Bucky AU

Requested by @millennialdisaster a.k.a my Baseball Bat Anon who sent a cute request a while ago.

I’m sorry this took so long, love. I hope you liked it! ily

 Run-through: The world is a bad place, cities and town alike are now filled with violence and bad people. And in the middle of it all, Bucky Barnes finds love where it wasn’t supposed to be.

 Themes: smut, violence, slight gore elements, fluff

 The night sky, an obsidian tapestry, acted as a witness to all the sin that went down in the city. At night time, all the sinners prowled, lurked in the shadows – hunting.

Deals sealed among gang members. Mobsters killing away anyone who opposed them – protecting what they swore to protect; be it family, or just pride.

Drugs. Money, sex and power were all people cared about. The world was a bad place.

During daytime, the city was somewhat safe. However, at night; it became a playground for all the devils who inhabited the city.

Among those devils, was Bucky Barnes. Powerful, filthy rich and feared – he was the ultimate King of the underworld.

A mob, mafia, gang leader – he had many titles.

Bucky had everything he ever wanted; wealth, power, loyalty from those who worked with and for him. Yet, the one thing he never got was the true love of a woman.

After all, the King needed his Queen to complete him.

However, his wish was soon granted.

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 It was a regular night for Bucky. Having sealed a promising deal with his ally – Wilson, and little bit of alcohol in his system; Bucky made his way home.

He would probably stop by some brothel and find a beautiful woman to warm his bed for the night. However, no matter how pretty, they could never fill the void he experienced.

 He walked to his car, which was parked a little far away from the club he was stepping out of, surrounded by three of his guys, when he heard a few shouts – followed by the sound of metal crashing on the concrete ground.

At first, neither him nor his guys thought much of it. They thought that it was probably some drunkard being kicked out of one of the many shabby pubs.

However, Bucky stopped in his tracks when he heard the voice of a woman. A young one at that. It sounded like she was in pain, or in trouble.

Bucky couldn’t walk away knowing a woman was in danger, so he signaled his guys to follow him. Two of them cocked their guns and held it at the ready while one walked behind him.

Bucky’s hand lingered on the gun at his waist as him and his little crew approached the source of the voice.

 “In that alley way, boss. Right by the dumpster,” one of his men spoke in a hushed voice.

A sound of something hard hitting the dumpster could be heard, followed by the grunting of a male voice. Whoever this woman was, she was surely being manhandled by a man.

 Bucky sure was a practitioner of evil but he wasn’t entirely heartless. Having being raised in a family where his ruthless father used his mother as a punching bag; Bucky was not one to allow violence against women.

And whoever this man was, Bucky and his men would surely teach him a lesson of a lifetime.  

 As they neared the alley, they could hear the pants and groans of someone being in pain. One of his men ran to the dumpster and lowered his gun immediately – as if there was no need to shoot someone. He motioned for the others to march forward.

Bucky frowned at the weird gesture and walked towards him anyways.

 Upon reaching where his guy stood, Bucky could not believe his eyes.

The situation was the opposite of what he thought it’d be. Being mercilessly beaten with what seemed to be a baseball bat, was a man – on the concrete ground, writhing in pain and groaning as he was being repeatedly hit on the head.

And the one standing above him, beating the shit out of the man, was you. Your hair fell around your face, so Bucky could not see who the badass chick was.

He studied your form. Legs clad in dark jeans, a simple white t-shirt – with a few drops of blood on it. Upon seeing the blood, Bucky was concerned.

He took a few steps towards you, but since you were busy beating someone with a baseball bat, you didn’t notice.

 “…I swear if you ever steal from my pub again, I will shove this bat so far up your a-,”

 “That’s enough, doll, he’s unconscious already,” Bucky cut you off, approaching your agitated frame with caution and watch how you slowly looked up at him.

Panting, you stared into his blue eyes with your e/c ones. And once you did, he could’ve sworn the world around him got a few shades brighter.

He noticed you didn’t recognize him right away. He wondered why.

 “Fucking deserved it, this piece of shit walked in like he fucking owned it and took my entire day’s earning,” you panted as you complained to him.

While stepping away from the thief’s bleeding body, you kicked his side and his body laid limp on the ground.

Bucky held back a chuckled as his brain registered your colorful speech. You were something else. Most women he knew always pretended as though they needed to be protected and kept like a glass figurines, but you – you seemed like you were used to fighting your own fights.

And he liked that. Very much.

 Bucky watched how you bent down and searched the thief’s pockets for the money that he took from you. He watched how you smiled in triumph once you found a thick bundle of notes in the inside pocket of his leather jacket.

Bucky was about to say something, but then a certain mark caught his eye. Right at the base of the thief’s neck was a tattoo. A skull, below which were six tentacles spread out.

Definitely not a random tattoo. This was a criminal mark – to show one’s loyalty towards HYDRA.

HYDRA; a notorious organization who only acquired power by snatching it and ruining lives of the innocent, and they were Bucky Barnes’ most flagrant rival.

 Bucky didn’t know how to react. A girl just took on a HYDRA goon, alone; with just a baseball bat. Damn.

 “Step away doll, this is no regular thief. This guy’s a HYDRA goon. You’re lucky we found you, if it were HYDRA, you would be in their dungeon by now,” Bucky spoke and watched how realization slowly hit you.

 You looked at him for a moment then at his men. Your eyes slowly trailed down to where his metal was, at his side and he saw how fear flashed in your fiery eyes.

 You clutched the bundle of money to your chest and started backing away, slowly, from him and his crew.

The dimmed lights of the streets allowed him to get a good look at you. You were pretty. Very pretty.

Then he noticed the blood trailing down your chin. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

 “You’re bleeding, doll. He hurt you?” Bucky asked, while his men grinned as they picked up the limp body of the goon off the ground. Of course, they had finally found a member belonging to the rivals – they were just happy that they would get to torture him and get every secret out of him.

 You froze to the ground as Bucky approached you. He walked in your direction until he was standing right in front of you, not far from his men.

He extended his metal arm and touched your face, the cold metal against your warm skin felt oddly soothing, and you stuttered when you tried to talk.

 “You’re B-Bucky Barnes, aren’t you? I-I’m sorry, you can have the money, sir. Please don’t hurt me, I-,” the flows of your weak words came to a halt as he traced the skin around the cut on your lip.

You watched how intently he observed the cut on the side of your lip, and how lazily his eyes roamed your face while he caressed your skin.

Dressed in a dark suit, tall and power flowing around him, wrapping him in an invisible cocoon – he sure as hell looked intimidating. Yet, his touch was gentle.

You had heard about him several times before. The city you lived in was more or less entirely a terrain for men like him. Rich, powerful men who only knew the language of violence.

 There were stories about how he got his infamous, prosthetic metal arm. Some believed his lost his arm in an accident. Others said that he was once captured when he was young, and tortured in the basement of his enemies. Then when his family got him back, the arm was attached to him, and he had no recollection of what had happened to him.

And many more.

No one knew the truth. Few people ever saw him in person. And now, you were among the few.

 The man chuckled at your words. It was the only audible sound apart from your heartbeats which rang in your ear.

 “I don’t want the money, doll. You’re bleeding, you should get it cleaned before it gets infected. Come on, let me drop you home. You live around here?” he asked, lowering his hand back at his sides as he realized that he had been cradling your face for too long and it was beginning to get awkward and weird.

 Your eyes widened at his suggestion.

 “I- no, sir. There’s no need. I’ll manage, I-,”

 “I wasn’t asking, doll. It’s not a safe area for a girl to be on her own. Although, you definitely are very capable of looking out for yourself but I insist, let me drop you home. Or your pub, whichever you prefer,” he spoke again, a faint smile on his face.

You dared to admit that the man the news called the ‘King of the underworld’, was rather handsome. With some of his long, dark locks pulled back into a little bun, and his perfect beard – he looked like every girl’s dream.

And his eyes… the darkness of the night and of his outfit complimented the ocean blue eyes he had.

 You mentally scolded yourself for admiring such a man. But you couldn’t help yourself. He was, indeed, very dreamy.

But, still, you couldn’t accept his offer. People talked a lot in this city, and every girl who was seen with men of Bucky Barnes’ caliber, were often given labels. Bad labels.

 “Really, I’ll be fine. I could walk home, I don’t live far from-,”

 “What’s your name?” he abruptly cut your rambling off.

 “Y/N,”

 “Listen, Y/N. You just beat the hell out of a HYDRA goon. Who knows, maybe he was keeping an eye on me for a while now. You just saved me so much trouble, doll. Plus, you’re hurt. The least I can do it see to it that you reach home safely. Who knows, maybe HYDRA is even keeping an eye on you,”

Okay, he totally exaggerated the last part. But he only did it just so you would agree to his suggestion. Bucky was enchanted. You were beautiful, strong, kept your calm and were a total badass.

You were the kind of woman he hoped to have by his side. And he was not letting you go just yet.

 Your eyes widened as he said the last words.

 “So, please, let me escort you home,” you noticed that the three men turned their heads at the same time to look back at the two of you.

They were, shamelessly, eavesdropping.

 You nodded. You feared HYDRA just like any other civilian of the city, and now, having injured one of them – you were very scared.

  “He’s not dead, is he?” you asked as you watched how the men carried the limp body of the goon and walked in front of you and Bucky.

You held the baseball bat in your hand and the bundle of money in the other hand as you walked alongside Bucky on the pavement.

The night was getting a bit cold, and your t-shirt was barely keeping you warm.

 He chuckled.

“He’s not, doll. Not yet. Thanks to you, I now have an enemy in my grasp. I should thank you,” he spoke, a playful tone lacing his words.

 “Oh, well, you’re welcome, sir,” you spoke as you neared two black cars.

 Bucky ordered two of his men to take the goon to his mansion and told them to have their ‘fun’ but keep him ‘alive’ until he got there. They walked away and threw the goon in the back and drove off in the first car.

The third guy sat at the driver’s seat of the second car and waited for you two to get in.

 You watched how Bucky opened the car door for you and you immediately rushed inside as the air got colder.

Once you settled against the leather seat, you dropped the baseball bat at your feet and tucked the bundle of money in the pocket of your jeans.

Bucky walked around the car and got inside as well. He sat beside you and you noticed how he very subtly inched closer to you.

 “Where to, miss?” the guy in the driver’s seat asked.

 “Uh, drive straight and take the next right. Then another left and my pub should be there,” you gave him the directions and he nodded in understanding.

Once the engine purred, you leaned against the leather seat and shivered. You were cold and the man beside you noticed.

Without a word said, he removed the dark jacket of his suit and held it in front of you.

 “Oh no, I’m good, sir. I don’t-,”

 “Okay one, call me Bucky. And two, I can tell you’re cold, doll. Just take it,” he watched the slight tremble in your lip as you hesitantly accepted it.

You leaned forward and slipped your arms through the sleeves and once it was around your body, you immediately snuggled into it.

Bucky watched you with a faint smile on his face. Seeing you in his clothes did things to him, and he didn’t know how to explain it.

It felt…right.

 You subtly sniffed his jacket. It smelt nice. Fresh, strong and powerful. Exactly what you thought mob bosses smell like.

 Soon, with a few turns, the car stopped right outside your pub. It was still lit, which meant that even after you took off running after the goon, your friend was still working.

You didn’t get out of the car immediately. You slowly removed the jacket and handed it back to him. You smiled politely as you did so.

 He took it back and gave you a small smile.

  “Go on, I’ll be waiting. I’m gonna drop you home after,”

 You opened you mouth to tell him that it was fine and that he shouldn’t bother but he beat you to it.

 “Again, I wasn’t asking, doll,” he spoke again, a smirk on his gorgeous face.

 Good lord…

There was not a single flaw on the man’s face. Everything about him was perfect. The crinkles by his eyes, his beard, his tired yet dreamy eyes – he was beautiful. And equally as dangerous.

 You shut up, and made your way out of his car. As you walked up the couple of steps and walked inside the pub, you felt a glare on your back. And surprisingly, you didn’t mind.

 Walking inside the pub, you were immediately tackled by your co-worker. She held you tight in her arms and told you how worried she was after you took off running.

You narrated the entire story to her, while the two of you gathered your stuff and prepared to close down.

  Through the glass windows, Bucky watched how you gracefully moved across the pub; securing your bag on your shoulder and your jacket in your hand.

In the dimmed golden lights, you looked divine. Bucky watched in awe how you hugged your friend goodbye.

 “Never seen you look at a woman like that before, boss. She’s special, I believe,” commented his guy who was in the driver’s seat.

Bucky chuckled and lowered his eyes for a moment before looking at you again.

 “She’s not like the rest,” he said, smiling and watched how you made you way towards his car again. Wind blowing through your hair and he caught the bruise which was forming around your soft lips.

 Bucky sighed. And his heartbeat quickened when you got in beside him and gave him a polite smile.

   That night, after he dropped you off. Bucky somehow managed to convince you to let him in so he could tend to the cut on your lips.

At that point, the two of you knew that he was doing all this to be close to you. And while his heart did a little victory dance when you agreed to let him help you; you wondered why a man like him would even want to be around an ordinary girl like you.

 Bucky followed you to your bathroom, and stood in front of you while he examined the cut on your lip. Your lower back pressed against the counter as his body was merely a few centimeters away from yours.

He grabbed a cotton pad and wet it with water and cleaned the wound gently. Normally, you would wince at the sting but since all you could do was focus on how close he was, you didn’t make a sound.

 “You live here alone, doll?” he asked, eyes on your mouth and face frowning in concentration. His warm hand was placed on your cheek while his metal hand cleaned the cut.

 “Me and Colby,” you whispered as his eyes flicked to yours and then quickly back to the wound. His body inched forward. And suddenly, you had trouble breathing.

 “That’s your guy? Boyfriend?” he asked again, placing the cotton pad down and picking up the antiseptic lotion from the kit. He picked up another cotton pad and squeezed some of the lotion onto it.

 “No, that’s- Colby is my pit bull,” you watched how flustered Bucky got when you cleared his misunderstanding. Guess that’s what happens when you give your dog human names.

 “Oh,” was all Bucky said before getting back at cleaning your wound. He leaned in closer to your face and applied the lotion very gently.

You tried to look away from his face because he was making you breathless. So, you stared downwards. Bad idea.

His lower body was merely inches away from yours and it might’ve been your brain messing with you but it seemed as though there was a bulge forming in there.

You found yourself fantasizing about him again.

Given his reputation, there’s no way that he enters people’s home and cleans their wounds often. Then why was he so concerned with you?

Would he ask for something in return? Like the other men in his profession did?

 You were aware of how the society had become. You had heard the stories of how certain mobsters granted women favors; jobs, money, or save them from any trouble. But then in return, they would ask them to-

 “…suck on it,” you heard his voice and your eyes immediately moved from staring at his lower region. He was now staring at you – his face just inches away. He was so close that you could see the flares of grey in his eyes. He must have noticed that you were staring at his- well, down there.

Did he just-

“Pardon?” you must have misheard him, right? Unless…

 “I said, get an ice cube and suck on it. It’ll reduce the swelling,” he completed his sentence and had you feeling like a desperate idiot.

 “Right. Yes, I will. Thank you, for everything,” you thanked him and he just smirked; but didn’t moved.

He leaned in and placed both of his hands on either side of you, leaning slightly against the counter behind you – trapping you between his muscular body and the counter.

You looked into his blue eyes and your thoughts were a hot mess. Jesus, why did he have to be so handsome?

 “Take care, doll. I’ll have my people make sure nobody messes with your pub again. Good night,” he whispered, leaned in and kissed the other side of your mouth. Lips dangerously close to yours, your heartbeats shot up when he allowed his lips to linger on your skin. His beard stabbed your skin a little bit, but weirdly, you liked it.

He smirked when he saw how hot and bothered you got just by one simple touch of his. And he knew this wasn’t the last time his lips would be on you.

  He bade you goodbye and walked out of the house. As soon as you heard his car driving away, you also heard your puppy finally coming out of his hiding spot. For a pit bull, he sure was shy.

He ran to you in the bathroom and you picked him up, kissing him carefully on top of his head.

 “He’s so dreamy, isn’t he? Oh my God Colby, am I falling for the bad guy?” you asked your pup and he just stared at you.

  Turned out, you were.

 ---

 For the next few days, you couldn’t get Bucky out of your mind. He even stopped by a few times, at the pub. And one of his men were always keeping a watch over you.

It was weird in the beginning, but then you got used it. it made you feel safer.

He would order one pint of beer and spend the next hour talking to you. He was a big flirt, and he even told you about how they ‘handled’ the goon.

Then one day, while taking casually, he finally dropped the bomb.

 “Can I take you out on a date, doll?”

 You stared at him in disbelief. Then laughed. And agreed.

 ---

 The date went by just fine. And as cliché as it was, you found yourself falling for the bad guy.

 While casually talking about the recent activities in the city, Bucky made a suggestion.

 “It’s a tough world out there, why don’t you let me teach you how to defend yourself? I mean, the baseball bat is not really that handy. Maybe guns, fighting techniques and all that,” he sipped on his glass of red wine and watched you intently.

You smiled.

 “What makes you think I would want that?” you questioned, a spark in your eyes.

 “Because I see who you truly are. You like danger, there’s this excitement in your eyes every time you stared at my revolver. Y/N, you weren’t afraid to take on a HYDRA goon in an alley way, all on your own. That’s pretty impressive. You have skills, you’re a natural,”

Seems like he was quite the observer.

Bucky noticed how your eyes would linger on the shiny metal of his gun each time he was around you.

You chuckled.

 “I did that because I didn’t know he was one of HYDRA, believe me, all I did was hit him in the head repeatedly, until he passed out. How did you even know he was one of HYDRA’s goons?”

You liked his idea, but you were also a bit hesitant.

People normally tend to stay as far away as possible from men like Bucky. But here you were, on a date with him – in his kitchen; having dinner which he made for you.

 “The mark, on his neck. The HYDRA mark. See, I could teach you all that. If you let me,” he spoke again, leaning onto the kitchen island.

You sat up straight in the stool and faced him with a smirk.

 “Then? You teach me all that then, what? You’re gonna make me become a bounty hunter?” you asked, smirking still.

By now, it was probably the wine speaking.

 Bucky chuckled and shook his head.

 “No, of course not. But all that will help while you’re with me,” he raised an eyebrow at you.

You didn’t quite get what he meant.

 “Okay you’re amazing, but the last thing I want, is to be part of your gang Mr. Barnes. I’m fine with bartending, really,”

 Bucky smiled, and placed his metal hand over yours on the surface of the counter.

 “Not part of my gang, sugar. Mine. I want you to be my girl,” he corrected your misunderstanding. There was a promise in his eyes as he spoke, along with a sense of playfulness.

He was serious, and he needed an answer.

You thought it over for a while.

Then agreed.

 ---

 Initially, you were over at Bucky’s place every few days. Days filled with excessive flirting, lingering touches and training.

He taught you the basics; how to spot HYDRA goons, how to fire a gun, and self-defense moves.

You learnt all about his past, and how he was practically forced to become who he is. He initially wanted to become an artist, but his father crushed his dreams and handed him a shotgun when he was only 12.

 Then later on, your training shifted to more intense stuff; handling blades and sparring. Your relationship with Bucky morphed into something much more stable as well. And the lingering touches turned into steamy make out sessions.

 Then one day, Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. While training and sparring, he had you under him so many times that the hard on in his pants started to hurt.

So when you went upstairs to use his shower; he followed you.

  ---

 You sighed as soon as the warm water fell on your skin, washing away the sweat and the dirt. You were worn out, and some of your muscles hurt and your body was sore. So, when you felt two large hands on your hips pulling you into a muscular torso, you allowed it with a smile.

 Bucky’s hands wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into him, placing his chin on your shoulder and turning his head to the side to kiss your jaw.

You tilted your head back and relished the feeling of being in his arms.

“How classy of you, sneaking up on a woman while she’s in the shower,” you mumbled and he chuckled while he peppered your skin with kisses.

You sighed in comfort.

 “My woman,” he corrected and turned your body so you faced him. And not an ounce of shame could be seen on his face as he allowed his eyes to roam around your bare chest.

You did blush for a moment, but the moment you felt his lips on yours; nothing else mattered.

 Soon, your back hit the cold tiles of the shower and you moaned into Bucky’s mouth while he pulled you up and wrapped your legs around his waist; hands on the curve of your ass holding you firmly between him and the wall.

His lips moved against yours feverishly; eagerly.

Stealthily, one of his hands dipped in between the two of you and lazily rubbed your wet folds. You gasped at the sudden caress of his fingers.

His lips moved from your lips to your neck and he nibbled along the side of your throat while his fingers slipped past your entrance with ease.

Your arousal coated his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you. A series of moans, mewls and cuss words escaped your lips as you felt a familiar warmth wash over you.

You felt a certain firmness pressing against your thigh and excitement coursed through you at the mere thought of him being inside you.

 “Don’t come yet, baby,” he whispered in your ear as he felt your walls pulsating around his fingers. You groaned at his words and just as you tried to grind against his hand, he abruptly removed his hand from you.

You whimpered and cursed again while he smirked against your skin. Your hand held on to his shoulder while the other cradled his face gently, guiding his lips over to yours.

Your dripping core throbbed as it rested against his lower abdomen, pressing against his pelvic area. His erected length stood proud and tall, lightly touching his Adonis belt.

He looked tempting, and the hunger in his eyes didn’t help at all. Your hand slowly left his face as you trailed down his torso.

His muscles tensed under your touch; abs tightening and his cock twitched as soon as you wrapped your hand around it.

You smiled into the kiss as your hand started stroking his velvety skin. Your thumb rubbed the slit at his tip lazily and he moaned into the kiss; tongue diving into your mouth while you pumped your hand up and down his length – taking your sweet time as you brought him on the edge.

 He pulled away and tilted his head back, cussing as your quickened your pace around him; eyes shutting while his face frowned in pleasure. He moaned and bit his lip as you pumped him faster; watching how his tip started leaking. He was close, you could tell.

His fingers dug into your skin as he got closer and closer to his release. Subtly, he moved his hips forward, thrusting into your hand while he mumbled incoherent words in your ear.

 You leaned in and kissed his neck, biting and teasing his skin while he slowly rocked his hips against your hand.

You felt his cock twitch again, while he moaned against your cheek; you internally admitted that it was the hottest sound you ever heard.

However, to give him a taste of his own medicine, just as he was about to come undone; you abruptly stopped stroking his length.

His eyes flew open and it was his turn to groan and look at you as if you had stabbed him in the back. You smirked as he stared at you in the eyes; his eyes so blue and clear that you felt like you were in a trance.

 “Such a fucking tease,” he whispered and tugged on your lower lip.

If someone had told you a few weeks ago that you would find yourself in Bucky Barnes’ bathroom, in his arms, kissing him soon, you would never have believed them. But here you were now, and you wouldn’t change a thing.

  You whimpered when Bucky filled you up with his cock, stretching you to your maximum and grunting occasionally while mumbling how good you felt.

Slow and steady at first, then gradually building up his pace; Bucky rocked into you, stroking your walls with his thick cock.

His thrust quickly grew rougher and with each one, your back slammed against the wall behind you. Your legs tightened around him as he bit down on your shoulder, muffling the sinful moan which escaped his lips.

The sound of the water falling down on the tile beneath you suppressed the obscene sounds of your skin slapping against one another and the moans which left both your mouths.

 You felt his grip tightening on your hip and thigh; promising to leave behind a loving bruise.

Bucky fucked you against the wall relentlessly until your thoughts were a mess. The only things you could focus on while his length slipped in and out of you were the sounds which escaped his lips and the words he mumbled in your ear; accompanied by his ragged breaths.

 You felt the pressure forming in between your legs, hot and fiery; a need flowed between the two of your connected bodies. You had spent most of your life on your own; fighting and struggling to get rid of the loneliness.

Yet, there in his arms, you felt a sense of belonging. A comfort which you had been craving for so long.

 All it took was a few more strokes of his cock against your walls and you were a mess. Walls clenching around him, you came undone and felt the pleasure wash over you.

You whispered his name incessantly as he kept rocking into you until he reached his release. Warm seeds spilled in you as he leaned against you to catch his breath. Yours arms wrapped around his shoulders as you placed your forehead against his.

His warm breath fanned your face. And when he finally opened his eyes, he gave you a genuine smile. And suddenly, everything around you was a shade brighter.

You smiled back and stared into his oceans eyes.

 “I could get used to this,” he whispered against your mouth; lips brushing against yours gently. He was still a little breathless.

 “Me too, actually,” you replied, caressing his cheek with your thumb. Bucky leaned into your touch and exhaled.

 “Move in with me,”

 Nothing more had to be said. You felt safe with him around, and he felt complete with you.

You agreed, because you were hopelessly falling for the bad guy.

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911, what’s your emergency? (3)

→ summary: they were dangerous. she knew that, and yet, she continues to hunt them. and this? this is her retribution.

→ pairings: jeon jungkook/fem!reader, kim namjoon/oc

→ warnings: graphic depiction of torture, mentions of torture, a lot of mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of the mafia, mentions of arson, mentions of fire. graphic description of what the shankill butchers did at the end a/n. 

→ wc: 1.5k

→ a/n: alright sorry this took so long, i first was worried with the depiction of the police then i realized corrupt is not that inaccurate, and then i was trying to get a decent wc. please give me feedback! also if anyone wants to be tagged send me a message, comment or ask or smth. aLso i ended the chapter there bc i didn’t want to reveal who was who yet. y’all can guess tho 👀👀. enjoy the chapter! also i made exo bts’s enemies in the story just for convenience they aren’t actually enemies

→ disclaimer: this is not an accurate depiction of bts and anyone else mentioned in this fic. this is also not an accurate depiction of seoul’s police department, government, and any other institutions mentioned in this fic. 

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When Y/N woke up, hours later, she quickly figured out what had happened. They'd laid a trap, and she had walked right into it. She tugged at her restraints, cringing as they chafed her skin roughly. Her head was pounding, and she felt exhausted, but she looked around and analyzed her situation. 

The room was bloodied and dirtied. The blood pooled  Y/N scrunched up her nose in disgust as the smell finally hit her. The coppery scent did nothing to help with her headache. Carefully, she kept her eyes off the ground, the grisly sight of dried and fresh blood enough to make anyone retch.

It felt like hours before someone walked into the room. Y/N groaned, tilting her head up slowly to glance at who it was. Hannah was in front of her, looking down with what seemed to be interest. Despite the gore around the room, she seemed to be calm, albeit slightly disgusted. 

“Well, well, well. I won’t lie, I expected better of you.” Hannah said, looking her up and down. 

"Getting kidnapped by the mafia isn't very high up on my list of dangers, unfortunately. Sorry to disappoint, though." Y/N snorted, staring at her kidnapper. Well, technically the orchestrator. Hannah didn’t look strong enough to drag her all the way to their car. Y/N waited for the pain that was surely to pay her back for her sassiness. 

Surprisingly, Hannah snickered. 

“I like you. Sassy. Unfortunately no one else that lives here would’ve taken that too kindly, so I’d be a little more careful.” She warned, although the effect was lost as a result of the smirk on her face. Hannah left the room, daintily stepping around the blood stains. 

“You’ll need to convince Namjoon to let you out. Although, I’m not totally sure you’d enjoy it out here.” Hannah said cheerily, shutting the heavy metal door. Y/N blinked in surprise, not actually expecting to get help. She nods slowly, careful to keep her head as stable as possible. 

It felt like hours had passed when another person finally entered. This was the other man that had been standing by Hannah during the ill-fated conversation. Ill-fated for Y/N, of course. She observed the man, assuming this was Namjoon. 

He was...different from what she'd expected. Realistically, neither of the leaders were what she’d expected. Both exuded power, yet they had none of the sadism she’d come to expect from mafia leaders. They were relaxed, yet they had the traditional personality type of a strong mob boss. 

Y/N had also talked to them for a grand total of 5 minutes. Namjoon stared at her, seemingly contemplating something. Y/N shifted nervously, running her tongue over her lips. Finally, he smirked and spoke.

"I think we'll let you go. No point in keeping you here." She nearly tipped the weak wooden chair over in her shock, barely managing to tip it back in time. When she looked back at Namjoon, he was smirking as he watched her struggle. 

“You’re smarter than Jungkook gives you credit for. I’d thank him, if I were you. Had he not been so annoying you’d be stuck in here, and, well, it's not exactly a great place to be." Namjoon motioned to the blood-covered walls. He stepped over to her seat carefully and slashed through the ties binding her legs and feet. 

Y/N stood up hesitantly, taking a couple steps forward. Namjoon followed behind her, with practiced grace, and he watched as she slipped. She looked at her hands, sticky with drying blood. It slowly dripped off of her hands as she carefully got up. Namjoon stepped past her, opening the door. 

She left the room hesitantly, slightly intimidated at the thought of staying in a house with 8 mafia members. Despite the bloodiness of the room, it had become familiar, and Y/N wasn’t particularly eager to leave it. 

“Down the hall, on the right.” Namjoon’s voice broke her out of her thoughts. When she looked at him, slight confusion evident, he motioned to her hands. She nodded, before making her way down the carpeted hallway. 

It was modest, yet subtly extravagant. They didn’t have many decorations, but it’d clearly been strategic. She could see there was thought behind the placement of plants, desks, and chairs in the hallway. Even while she’d been living in her home, her paranoia, similarly to many other members of the police force, had been through the roof. It was probably much worse for them, considering the design of one hallway reflected clear defenses against intruders. Feeling Namjoon’s eyes on her, she quickly stepped into the bathroom. 

It didn’t take long to wash the blood off. Once she’d stepped back out, Namjoon was waiting for her, face still impassive. He nodded to her, motioning for her to follow him. Y/N stumbled slightly as she rushed to catch up with his brisk pace.

“Where are we going?” She couldn’t help but ask him. He shot her a sharp glare, quickly shutting her up. It also surprised her, considering what she asked was an innocent question. To be fair, he’d also seemed significantly more tense after she’d finished washing her hands. Something probably happened in the five minutes, and she was on the receiving end of his annoyance.

It took a couple minutes, winding through  halls and rooms, to find wherever Namjoon's destination was. When Y/N looked inside, all she does is sigh. This had been coming, she knew, but that didn’t make her any more eager to meet them. 

Namjoon cleared his throat, bringing the attention to the two standing in the archway. 

Y/N didn’t recognize anyone, as expected, but she matches faces to positions and positions to crimes. As with everyone else in the room, she was well aware she was at a major disadvantage. Namjoon guided her over to an empty couch, and Y/N sat down carefully.

First, she looked for the doctor. Y/N first figured out his existence in the early stages of her assignment, when the previous detective had quit. It was well known that there were 8 members of Bangtan, yet Y/N had only been able to find seven distinct signatures among the crimes. Originally, she’d assumed that the final member had been a drug dealer or enforcer, rather than participating in the murders. It’d taken a month and a small gang war for her to conclude that the last one had to be a doctor. There had been no increase in hospital admissions within Seoul, yet Y/N knew they’d been injured. 

The doctor takes the shape of a smiling man with sharp almond eyes. 

Next, she scanned for the arsonist. The previous detective, Suho, had tracked the string of fires supposedly in connection to BTS. 4 months later, Y/N had confirmed the Arson to be among the inner circle. EXO, a then-recent enemy of Bangtan, had had their temporary headquarters burned down. It was well known that Bangtan had orchestrated the attack, allowing them to uncover another member of the group.

The arsonist takes the shape of a glaring man with twitching hands. 

The interrogator, a terrifying force of death. He’d been the easiest to uncover, and Y/N’s team had tried to track most of his movements. Suho had told her about the first time they’d found one of his bodies. It’d been mutilated beyond recognition. The final cause of death had been a deep slash to the jugular, like the Shankill Butchers. Electrical burns decorated the poor man’s skin, and shallow slashes covered his entire body. The coroner’s report had specified that none of the cuts had been deep enough to kill. Y/N got through about half of the report before she’d had to put it down. 

The interrogator takes the shape of a man with doe eyes and scarred hands. 

Finally, the leaders. Some of their smaller, less experienced teams had tracked the movements of the kingpin early on. Suho’s team had been the one to uncover the other mob boss: a well-hidden daughter of a dead businessman. It hadn’t been a surprise no one had discovered her, considering the lack of information on the whole network. According to Suho’s informant, no one in the lower ranks had ever seen the other boss. Shortly after, they’d found his body, tortured and broken. 

The leaders are a man and a woman with angry eyes and bloodied hands. 

“So,” Hannah spoke, looking at her with hidden amusement. “I suppose we should introduce ourselves. After all, we already know so much about you.” 

“You know me. Kind of. I’m Hannah Zhang. Bangtan’s godmother, donna, leader, etc. If you hurt any of us, I will kill you.” She continued cheerfully. Then, Hannah motioned for another man to talk. Even before he began, Y/N identified him as their doctor. He seemed kind, she thought. Then again, he also was in the inner circles of a top mafia well-known for their ability to kill.

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→ a/n: again i get this could be a little confusing, so feel free to send me any questions you have and i’ll answer them :) the shankill butchers were a group of loyalists who operated out of the shankill area in belfast, ireland. they were responsible for many violent sectarian attacks, in which they would slash their victims’ throats nearly through to their spines. basically they were violent and almost beheaded people but not quite 

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Until I met you.

-Street fighter!Jimin x Reader

1/?

Synopsis: While on a date for their 2nd anniversary, Jimin loses Yoongi while being attacked in an alleyway by a robber. Yoongi sacrificed himself for his lover and Jimin could never forgive himself for not being able to do the same. The survivor’s guilt ate away at him over the months and it definitely didn’t help that he saw Yoongi’s face everywhere. In mirrors, dreams, large crowds, on trains, and even when he closed his eyes. Although, Jimin found a way to cope. He began a rigorous training schedule. Boxing, self-defense classes, Tae Kwon Do, he even started street fighting and got caught up with bad people. Anything and everything. His hands would bleed, his muscles would ache, his bones would break. Jimin was offered multiple full scholarships to prestigious martial arts schools for his talent, all of which Jimin turned down. He didn’t want to make a career out of this, he just didn’t want to be haunted by his dead fiancé. The only time Yoongi won’t haunt every moment of Jimin’s life was when he’s training, as if Yoongi is saying “I won’t rest, nor will I let you rest, until you’re stronger.” Jimin will never lose anyone that he loves again.

Everything felt like a downward spiral,

until he met you.

Warnings: (There’s a lot- and it’s kinda dark, be warned) PTSD, implied schizophrenia (sorta? take that with a grain of salt), PTSD induced delusions/hallucinations, depression, paranoia, night terrors, character death, major angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masochism(?), alcoholism, minor gore, mention of drug abuse, mention of blood, mention of asylums, profanity, Jimin goes through one hell of a mental breakdown.

Author’s notes: super slow burn :/ basically, in which jimin copes with the traumatic incident of his fiancé’s brutal murder by street fighting. this story isn’t yandere but has dark themes.

The air was lifted right out of Jimin’s lungs. Tears were flowing freely, his hands were stained red, he couldn’t even see the golden engagement ring through the thick blood. He couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his own sobs and heartbreak.

“Please... please stay awake. They’re coming, okay? Help’s coming. Just look at me. Look at me, please.”

He’d remembered somewhere that you were supposed to put pressure on wounds this big to stop the bleeding. If only his hands could stop shaking.

Yoongi had stopped responding about two minutes prior to this but Jimin refused to accept his fate. His last words replaying in Jimin’s mind like a mantra.

“Survive. Please, live. I love you.”

Two wallets.

Two fucking wallets with about 150,000 won split between them.

That’s how much his fiancé was murdered for.

Jimin jerks awake in a cold sweat. His bruised fist clamped around his bedsheets, heart rate much higher than it should be. He rises out of the creaking bed to stretch his overly tense muscles.

He can still feel the weight of his deceased boyfriend’s limp body in his arms.

Every day starts like this.

Every morning he’s pulled from the same reoccurring nightmare, then he starts his cold shower.

He can’t even take warm showers anymore, remembering how hot Yoongi insisted on keeping the water temperature when they showered together.

It’s been nine months.

Nine months, two weeks and four days since he lost the love of his life forever.

He hasn’t even taken off the engagement ring. It’s as if it’s glued to his finger now, his hand feels empty without it.

Jimin avoids looking in the mirror at all costs. In fact, he’s gotten rid of most of them in his home. The ones he couldn’t get rid of, he smashed with his bare hands in a fit of rage. The scars on his hands are proof.

How could he look at himself knowing how weak he was?

He scoffs.

Back then... how could I bare to tolerate myself back then? I was so flimsy and weak. Could barely open a fucking jar by myself. Absolutely pathetic.

Jimin’s heart has gotten callous. He is easily provoked and irrational. The takes unnecessary risks and is impulsive.

His therapist said it was “self-sabotage” or something.

Just two weeks ago, Jimin bleached his hair a striking blond, almost white- which burned most of his scalp- just because. And before that, on the nine-month anniversary of his lover’s passing, he went to get a tattoo on a whim. Just because he felt like it. He drinks alcohol for breakfast and has recently taken up smoking. The smell of cigarettes remind him of Yoongi, who also used to smoke.

Jimin liked pain. It was invigorating. He likes feeling things. Feeling has become a rarity, a privilege, a novelty.

Although irritable and easily angered, Jimin is not an unkind person. He gives to charity and volunteers at animal shelters. These things have also made him feel again, because he can feel Yoongi there, the real Yoongi. Yoongi was a huge advocate for human kindness. He used to say it was never justifiable to be a hateful person for no reason at all.

Jimin clings to this principal.

But it’s hard. It’s so hard to act happy when he’s so broken inside. He almost wishes he could just-

“Don’t you dare use me as an excuse to be a miserable person.” Yoongi’s voice rings out from behind him. Jimin screws his eyes shut and covers his ears.

“Go away.”

This person- this being- wasn’t Yoongi, that much he knew. If anything, it was a demon. A poltergeist that feeds off Jimin’s suffering. Yoongi would never do that.

This is why everyone around Jimin thinks he’s the sweetest, loveliest, most endearing man they’ve ever met. If only they knew about the unyielding hellfire that burns his very core.

“Good morning, Mrs. Jeon!” Jimin’s sweet voice cuts through the morning air.

He was on his way to his best friend Jungkook’s house to meet before Tae Kwon Do training. The Jeon family owns a martial arts studio and they’ve been training together for months now.

“Oh, good morning Jimin! How are you today?” The nice woman is always so cheerful, Jimin respects that.

“I’m wonderful, thank you. Have you heard from Jungkook? He’s supposed to meet me here.” Jimin hurry’s to catch up with the woman in front of him and takes her groceries off of her arms to carry.

“Yes, actually. He was running a tad late this morning since his class ended late. He should be here soon. Would you mind bringing those up for me?” She gestured to the apartment right above the studio, where the family lives.

“Not at all.”

When Jungkook finally arrives, he brings with him thirty-two excuses as to why he was late.

“I lost my phone.”

“My car ran out of gas.”

“My girlfriend broke up with me.”

Jimin chuckles as he suits up his training gear.

“Dude, if all of those things are true, you really need to get your life together.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Jimin’s heart stops when the cold, low growl sounds from behind him again.

“You’re far from qualified to be giving life advice.”

Jimin hides his frown when the oblivious Jungkook punches him on the shoulder playfully.

“Haha! Shut up, dude! Let’s go.” He chides, padding off to the ring.

Jimin’s falters a bit behind, throwing a quick but cautious glance at the bloody image of Yoongi that glares back at him.

“Pathetic.”

“Seriously, dude! You’re way too talented at this to not make some money off of it.”

Jungkook’s been trying to get Jimin to take the scholarship he was offered by a scout that visited their studio not too long ago.

“I don’t know, man. This was just supposed to be a hobby remember?”

Jimin knew better. This was much more than a hobby. It was his anchor. It was his stress reliever. It was keeping him sane.

“Come on. We both know better than that. I see the way your face changes to stone when you fight. You have something. Something real. You could make it in the business!”

“You sound like a mafia boss.”

Jimin smiles as he eats the last of his ramen.

“Ya. I’m serious. If not a professional fighter then at least a coach. I mean, I’m doing it because I wanna be a cop but,” Jungkook sips from his energy drink. “Do you really just want to be a dancer?”

Jimin sighs. Yes. That was his dream before everything happened. He still clings to the idea. Before nine months ago, the idea had seemed just within reach. He’d applied for so many dance and art schools, even getting into a couple.

But after everything, he’d given up. He stopped dancing. He hates music. Even if he tried, his skills wouldn’t be anywhere near the place they were.

He’d totally abandoned his dream.

“Yes. I do.” He lies.

Jungkook shrugs, “Well, if anything, it’s made you a better fighter. Your moves are so fluid, it’s amazing.”

“Careful, you’re getting a crush.” Jimin jabs at him with a chopstick.

“Ugh. Please,” the younger rolls his eyes, “like I could ever. Plus, my girlfriend probably wouldn’t like that very much.”

“Oh? I thought you two ‘broke up’, no?”

“Nah. I love her too much.” Jimin finds it cute that Jungkook actually loves his girlfriend. Before, he was a player, only using girls for sex or free food.

“Don’t use girls like toys, Jungkook.” Yoongi would always keep Jungkook in place when he broke another heart.

“Well, this ones on you. Since you lost. Again.” Jimin’s giggle makes Jungkook pout.

“One of these days, I’m gonna beat you, Park Jimin.” Jungkook pouts.

“One of these days.” Jimin reiterates.

Jimin says goodbye to his friend and pushes through the restaurant door. He misses the worried look Jungkook gives him when he turns his back.

The raindrops hit the top of the hood of Jimin’s jacket as he walks down the busy street. He hates being too alone these days. Jungkook really helps keep Jimin grounded, he’s one of the only people that don’t totally annoy him now. He reminds Jimin of all the times Yoongi, Jungkook, Tae, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and himself would hang out as teens and young adults. Just fooling around without any worry. No cares or responsibilities, young love, parties. That was their lives.

Until nine months ago.

The grief of losing one of the group was detrimental. It seemed like no one was recovering properly, except maybe Jungkook. That’s why Jimin cohered himself to Jungkook, he seemed to be the most stable out of them all.

Namjoon and Tae both landed themselves in jail on multiple occasions for a plethora of reasons.

Hoseok checked himself into a mental asylum for a while. Last Jimin heard, he was abusing drugs of some sort.

And Jin moved across the country, said he wanted to start fresh. But really, he was just doing what Jin did best- running away.

None of them kept contact, except for Jungkook.

The entire carefree, wild group of friends had dissipated into nothing.

He feels his eyebrows furrow into a stern look.

They all left.

They all left.

“They all left you.” His jaw clenches at the familiar, yet slightly inhuman voice. “They never cared about you. And Jungkook will leave you one day, too. No one is forever.”

Jimin’s turns down an alleyway and stops about halfway through, tears gathered in his eyes.

“No one is forever, but at least they keep moving forward. You’re just stuck.”

Yeah, Jimin truly hates being alone.

The not-so-subtle red neon sign flickers with the bright name of the “club.”

The large metal door makes a shallow sound when Jimin’s taps on it three times. A man wearing all black with sunglasses answers, “Passwo- oh, Jimin-ah. Come on in.”

Jimin nods once to the tall bodyguard as he passes him. The man towers over Jimin in height but the energy around the two doesn’t match. The man takes a small, nervous step back when Jimin starts forward.

Jimin hates how skittish everyone is in this little hole in the wall.

The biggest underground fighting ring in Korea was right next door to Jimin’s apartment, who would have thought. How convenient.

Heads bow as he passes. No one makes eye contact. Some mumble respectful greetings while putting honorifics next to his name, no matter what age or status they have.

He’s basically a king here.

But he doesn’t want the throne.

Jimin’s peers into the crowd and sure enough, sights his dead lover. He just wants this damn demon to leave him alone.

Yoongi never bothers him while he’s fighting or training. It’s like he goes dormant or something. That’s why Jimin keeps doing it. Well, that and because he wants to be strong. Stronger than he’s ever been.

And he is. He’s undefeated in this hellhole. He sort of blanks out when he fights anyone that’s not Jungkook. That’s how he earned the appropriate nickname “Demon”, for good reason. He’s heard from others that’s he’s terrifying when he’s in the ring. Although no one but his manager and couple other higher-ups dare to call him that, and he barely even tolerates that.

The last newcomer that called him that learned through a crushed windpipe to not.

He only does this to pay the bills. Everyone here knows that. It pisses some people off. For some, this was their entire life, what they were raised to do. Born to be fighting machines.

So, naturally, some don’t like Jimin. Especially those who he’s fought and won against. But Jimin couldn’t care less about what these people think about him.

“Manager-nim,” Jimin addresses an older man, somewhere in his forties, “I need you to schedule another Gold for me.”

See, the underground business is one built on ranking.

In the underground street fighting business, fights were categorized by prize earning and rank of the fighters. Gold rank fights could only be scheduled by- and usually for- the highest members, the Elites. The grand prize for a win was seven hundred million won. Only the greatest of the greatest won the prize and thus, earning an elite status (if not an elite already).

Jimin’s won it twice.

“Ya, getting pretty greedy now, are we? You just won it a couple months ago, Kid. Where’d that money go?”

“It’s gone.”

The suited man scoffs, “You need a better budgeting plan, Demon.” Jimin fights the urge to uppercut him.

“Can you do it or not?” Jimin’s patience is already wearing thin and he’s been here for a whole five minutes.

“You know, contrary to what you might believe, I’m not a money machine. The money you win when you fight comes from somewhere. Not only that, I’m not the only Elite that gets to decide. We take a vote.”

“Well vote.”

“Aish.” He growls, “You’re something else. People here are gonna start to think I favor you, and that’s dangerous for the both of us.” He pauses to look Jimin in the eyes, “You know, you have all of the qualifications to make the Elite status. Why don't you do the initiation-”

“Let me know when you have an answer.” Jimin’s made his feelings on the subject clear already. He has no intention of making this a permanent thing. This isn't a lifestyle, this isn't his job. It’s just a way to relieve his stress and make some cash.

With that, Jimin takes his leave, disappearing into the same direction from which he came. He’s truly a mysterious phenomenon.

Jungkook: hey do u wanna meet me and Jiyoo tonight for dinner?

Jimin peers down at his phone in confusion.

Jimin: uh third-wheeling really isn’t my thing lol

Jungkook: no, no we have someone we want you to meet. she’s Jiyoo’s sister and she’s just come home from college.

Jimin groans. This isn’t the first time Jungkook’s tried to set him up since Yoongi passed. He appreciates the sentiment but Jimin doesn’t think he’ll ever love someone like that again. It’s too much to ask for.

Jimin: idk man i’m pretty tired from training today. i think i’m gonna pass.

Jungkook: pretty please?

Ugh.

Jimin shoves a pillow over his face in frustration. He’s never been able to tell the kid no. And besides that- Jimin can feel the beady eyes of the shadowy figure in the corner. No, he doesn’t really want to stay here.

Jimin: fine.

—

The restaurant is filled with all sorts of people. From children to the elderly. Jimin gazes from person to person trying to decipher what kind of person they are. He tries to hinder the negative thoughts from entering his mind about them. 

Jungkook’s always late. Always. When Jungkook says “5:30” he really means “6:00.” You’d think after almost a decade of knowing the kid, Jimin would learn.

He fidgets with the sleeves of his sweater. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? Was it because these blind dates never end well? He thinks back to the last blind date Jungkook had set him up with.

Jimin shudders.

He can still hear the innocent girl’s cries as she fled his apartment, heartbroken.

He’s pulled from his thoughts as an arm slings around his shoulder, “Hey, man.”

Jungkook’s bright smile beams at him.

“Hey. Hi, Jiyoo.” He greets the couple as they take their seats.

“Hey, Jiminie.” Jungkook’s girlfriend was super cute, he’ll give her that.

“So..?” He’s confused time see that they came alone.

“Oh, she’s coming. My little sister is always a little late.”

Later than you both?

Jimin stops himself from the bitterness that threatens to erupt again. Not tonight. He’s going to try to be on his best behavior for his friend’s sake.

He’ll save all those pent up emotions for the fight he has scheduled tomorrow.

He vaguely registers the figure that makes its way into his peripheral vision, although he pays it no mind at first.

“Oh, Y/n! It’s good to see you again.” Jungkook seems a bit overly excited. What’s all the fuss about? It’s not like-

Oh.

Oh.

Okay, so she’s, like, really pretty. So what?

“Hi, Jungkook. Nice to see you. Jiyoo!” The girl walks over to embrace her sister tightly, “Oh my God, it feels like it’s been forever.”

After they take their greetings, the woman sits down across from Jimin.

“Hello, you must be Jimin. Jungkook’s told me so much about you. I’m Y/n.”

Okay, so she has the voice of an angel, big deal.

“Um, hi- yeah, I’m Jimin.” He reaches out to take the hand she offers.

“So, Y/n’s a dancer,” Jungkook starts when the food is placed in front of them, “and she’s really good.”

“Not that good.” She blushes.

“Don’t be modest, Y/n. She’s going to a really prestigious dance school on a full scholarship!” Her sister beams.

“Oh? Which one?” Jimin presses. It’s not like he’s interested or anything. Definitely not.

“Global. Global Dance Studio.” She answers.

“Ah. I heard they were good.” Jimin knows more than he let on. That was literally his dream school.

“Yeah, but strict. The training is brutal.” She emphasizes. He knows, he had to go through the same treatment. He hates that he feels a pang of jealousy and resentment towards this person he’s just met.

“I’ve heard.” He finishes as he takes the first bite of his food.

The rest of the hour-long dinner was pretty boring, with Jiyoo and Jungkook mostly taking ahold of the conversation. Although, Jimin will admit that he couldn’t stop glancing back at the beautiful girl across from him.

And he won’t pretend that he didn’t notice her treating him the same.

He was charming and kind, as usual, but he remained on the quiet side of the conversation. Jimin knew that Jungkook could tell he wasn’t being quite as flirty as he usually is with setups like this, from the way that the younger kept trying to tie Jimin in the chit chat.

Jimin stays subtle for the rest of the date.

When the group says their goodbyes, his eyes linger on hers for longer than the rest.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“Likewise.” She grins and Jimin feels his heart stop.

And then he leaves. Really, really fast.

That’s not good.

—

[killjoy-loveit]

Reality is Twofold- Pt. 4

A/N: I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. Honestly… I love this request! It really pulled me in and was like ‘this is how you’re going to write it!’ This is the fourth part, you can find the link to the first three parts (as well as my masterlist links) in the notes. This is the final part!

Request: Yes, hello. I’m coming on anon for this request merely because I’m too shy, but I’d like to request a one shot or scenario - whichever you prefer, please :’) Female reader, any POV that you prefer, with Winner’s Mino, and for the trope - angst/smut, annnnnnnnd a mafia au if you’re okay with that, please and thank you. I’m so sorry if this is a lot; I don’t ever request fics, but I love your writing too much uwu

Word Count: 2,489

Genre: Angst, Mafia AU

*****WARNINGS: Blood, Mentions of Death, Violence (?), Gore (?)*****

     Clothes strewn over the floor joined by numerous belongings, furniture slightly askew from panicked movement. My apartment looks like someone raided it, just leaving things knocked over and slightly damaged in their wake. However this wasn’t caused by another person, rather it’s a mess I’ve created in my panic. A frenzy that couldn’t be contained, not that I even bothered to try. If anyone else had just been through that there’s no way they could manage to calm themselves down. No, a jumbled brain operating with frayed wires would be natural after witnessing that.

     Blood still covered my shirt and, despite having washed my hands until they turned red, it even remained under my nails. It’s been hours since Juwon died in my arms yet it only feels like minutes. Like it was a terrible nightmare, something I might wake up from and everything would be okay. But at the back of my mind I know it’s real. He’s dead and there’s nothing I can do about it. My only option is to run. Run and hope that they won’t look for me. It’s unlikely they’ll let me go without a fight, anyone who knows anything about the family and isn’t with them is considered a threat. Even if I’ve spent my entire life doing everything in my power for them, it wouldn’t matter once I left- I’d only be a target. 

     A harsh knock sounded at my front door. Eyes wide, I lurched forward scrambling to hide my duffel bag before answering the door. It ended up haphazardly shoved in the small linen closet by the living room. I was slightly breathless when I answered the door, hair frazzled and puffy eyes showing the state of disarray I was in. Out of all the people I expected to show up, it wasn’t him. But I couldn’t help but feel my guard crumble a bit just seeing the expression on his face. A mix of sympathy and worry.

     “Mino… What-.” I tried to whisper but my voice broke before I even finished my question. 

     He stepped forward and pulled me into his arms, his voice soft when he spoke. “I heard about your brother and I got worried.” He pulled back slightly, cradling my face in his hands while looking into my eyes. “I needed to make sure you weren’t hurt.”

     Fresh tears stung my eyes. “Not physically.”

     Mino released me, fully stepping into my apartment to shut the door. As he turned back around his eyes widened upon seeing the state of wreckage that’s currently my apartment. “What happened? It looks like a tornado swept through here.”

     “N-Nothing happened. I just… I’m really upset.” I murmur quietly avoiding his gaze.

     “Okay, well I’m not leaving any time soon,” He replies. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be on your own right now.”

     “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore.” I stepped away from him slightly, anxiously looking at him.

     Mino sighs and steps closer to me, his hand reaching out to tip my chin up so that I look at him properly. “Just because I’m upset with you doesn’t mean I stop caring about you. I hate that you’re in pain, that you’re hurting, and I especially hate that there’s not much I can do about it. Something I can do though, is to keep you company. By not letting you cry and wallow on your own.”

     The last strings that were holding me back from fully breaking down snapped. Next thing I know his arms are wrapped around me while my face is buried in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. Gentle words spoken softly into my hair, hands drawing circles on my back. I don’t know how long it took for him to fully calm me down, only that it was longer than it seemed. And when I finally pulled away from his embrace the need to forget overwhelmed any other emotion. Just something, anything that would make me forget what I’d witnessed. This urge is what led me to kiss him. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, delving into a physical encounter could erase the memory for a while.

     Except I was stopped. Mino pulled back from me, his eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?”

     “I want to forget,” My hands clutch at his shirt, trying to bring him closer. “Please, please help me forget. Just for a little while.”

     He sighs. “It won’t help. I’m not going to sleep with you when you’re like this,” His voice was filled with an unwavering determination. “I won’t take advantage of you when you’re in such a vulnerable state. I’ll help you through it, but not like that. The next time I sleep with you, it’s going to be when your mind is clear and I know that it’s something you truly want. Not something that just happens spur of the moment when you’re caught up in the adrenaline rush or when you’re trying to forget something.”

     “But-.” 

     Mino cuts me off. “No, what you need right now is rest. I’m going to make you some tea, then you’re going to climb into bed and go to sleep. Alright?”

     I hesitate until I see the look in his eyes that’s daring me to disagree. “Alright.”

     “What is this?” Mino’s voice rumbled lightly.

     Sitting up, I blink at him wearily, brain foggy from waking up suddenly. Confusion filtered across my facet. “What is what?”

     He tosses something onto my bed. “This.” 

     I rub my eyes before turning my focus onto the thing he tossed onto my bed. My mouth parted in shock as I saw my duffel bag filled with clothes and essentials. Although it’s pretty obvious what it’s for, the need to deny it was at the forefront of my mind. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” 

     Mino looks at me suspiciously, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Really? So if I were to unpack everything that’s in here you wouldn’t be upset?” He pauses for a second, taking a deep breath. “What were you thinking? If someone else had come and found this you’d be in danger. How could you put yourself in that situation?”

     The tone of his voice made my lower lip quiver and my eyes begin to tear up. Upon seeing the genuine concern in his face under the mask of anger and frustration, I felt my already damaged walls start to crumble. “I…” Mino reached out and gently grasped my hands. “I can’t do it anymore.” Sobs wracked my body. “It- it’s too much! All the people I’ve watched die because of this stupid way of life. I can’t watch someone else I love die, I just can’t.” My voice cracked on the last sentence and I averted my gaze from him. 

     “Hey, shh,” He soothed, moving to pull me into his arms. His hand smoothed down my back continually as I cried into his chest. “It’s okay.”

     These walls I had up were never meant to bear this much pressure, having them collapse was inevitable. Though I don’t think they could have fallen in the presence of a better person. He held me until I calmed down, the tears and hiccups silenced. Despite the panic simmering deep within my being, he has such a calming effect. 

     “Are you going to stop me?” I ask softly, hands clenching the back of his shirt.

     “No,” Mino replied in the same manner. “But I’m not letting you go alone, I’m coming with you.”

     I pull my head off his chest to look at him. “Why?”

     He didn’t speak for a few minutes. “Did you know I’ve been in love with you for years? You’ve always been so tough, like nothing could ever bother you or get past your shell. But even the toughest person has their vulnerabilities, those moments where they aren’t as strong, and they need someone to lean on. I want to be that person for you.” Sincerity shone in his eyes. “And I know I can be, if you’d only let me.”

     I’m tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of holding myself back from people. Tired of pretending not to care when that’s all I ever seem to do. Tired of letting fear rule my life. And so I said something that I never would have imagined myself saying. Although, I didn’t say it loudly, it was quiet, hushed. “I’ll let you be that person.”

     Yet somehow he heard me. “Thank you.”

     At the time I didn’t know what I was agreeing to, but after a few days to calm down and look back on what I had planned, it was clear I hadn’t been about to make the best decision. I would’ve acted rashly and gotten myself caught in days, if not hours. I would have ended up dead. Letting Mino become the person I could rely on, the person I could be true and honest with, was the right call. He even came up with a plan. It was one that would take time, a long haul of sorts. However, I knew it would be worth it, no matter how long it took.

     Step 1: Convince everyone we were dating seriously, so that the logical conclusion would be for us to move in together. Of all the parts of the plan, this was one of the longest. For months the two of us had to be seen together almost constantly, glued to each others sides in a sense. It was difficult though, after the boss, Mino’s father, found out that we were seeing each other, he tried to put a stop to it. Claiming that he was in the process of setting up an arranged marriage for him, one that would be good for the family. 

     Upon hearing this Mino became infuriated, yelling and threatening his father, all while I sat quietly in a chair, staring at the ground. When I was asked how I felt about hearing that, my thoughts turned to how everything would be meaningless and that I’d never make it out. My answer was only truth, albeit not the entire truth. “My life would be ruined without him.” And it would be, if I’m being completely honest. I haven’t been in the right mindset after Juwon died. I mean, how could I be? My younger brother died in my arms, all because I didn’t get us out of there in time. It was my fault.

     Step 2: Move in together. While it might seem that this would be a big step, it was relatively simple if you factor in the difficulty of the remaining steps. A small house on the outskirts of the city was obtained, it was quaint and adorable. It actually felt like it could have been home, a perfect one at that. If only it didn’t have to hold such a dreadful future. I almost felt bad for the poor house. Almost.

     Step 3: Acquire fake IDs, passports, and birth certificates. Again, this was another particularly simple task, seeing as we both had some shady contacts. Though some extra finagling had to be done in order to work with someone who had no idea who we were. If we worked with someone we knew through the family, it would be easy for them to figure out what we did if they talked. And getting caught isn’t part of the plan. 

     Steps 4 & 5: Slowly liquidate our assets and purchase explosives. Now, the explosives probably seem pretty questionable. However, these are a vital part of our plan. Well, maybe I should say his plan, because it is his plan. Despite it being my idea, or rather, need, to leave, I didn’t exactly help with the planning process. Except financially, since that’s my area of expertise. Back to step 5, the explosives were meant for our house. Yes, the small quaint home we moved into would be blown up at the end of our plan.

     Step 6: Wait for the perfect cadavers. This is probably the worst step, as well as the longest. Since neither him nor I wanted to have anymore blood on our hands, we had to wait until bodies that would match our basic descriptors showed up. It was difficult to say the least, since we were completely on our own for this one. On multiple occasions I had to pass myself off as a student from a University that had a body farm, asking after those who’ve died and donated their bodies to science. Once my false identity was accepted, I was informed by a coroner about two hours away- her name was Lucille- that if anyone came up with the specifics I’d listed, she’d call to let me know.

     Months. We waited for months. And at the most unexpected time, Lucille called. Two people found dead, due to a poisoning, matching our descriptors. Meaning the last step would be put into action tonight. While Mino went out to collect them, I would stay behind and set everything up. 

     Explosives were set up in every room of the house. Our bags were packed, stuffed with essentials and meaningful mementos. It was set up to look like we’d been targeted as a hit. Surely there would be fallout due to our chosen method, but every other method had more faults. Faults that could lead to us, which was something that couldn’t happen. This was the culmination of everything we’d been preparing for. The final step. The end to it all.

     Two hundred feet away our house was on fire. The flames a dark orange, reaching out towards the night sky. Smoke billowed out of the broken windows, the house creaking in a plea for aid- something it would not receive soon enough to be saved. Most people would be in despair upon seeing their home ablaze, though I guess by now it’s obvious I’m not like most people. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. An enormous weight lifted from my shoulders, and the autonomy that came along was astounding. 

     “Come on,” Mino tugged at my hand, bringing my attention to him. “Let’s go before the first responders get here.”

     I blinked at him, a smile slowly working itself on my face. Fire danced in my eyes as I glanced back at the house. “Most things fire touches, it destroys. But for me,” I whisper softly, gaze focused on the tendrils of the flames twisting in the air. “It has brought freedom.”

     Most lives only have one part. Not everyone realizes they can change their paths. To some it seems predetermined, as if they have no choice. We all have a choice. Reality has more than one side, it is twofold. Actually no, it’s boundless in the sides it holds. Fear, that which tends to hold us back, can only be overcome once it’s realized that fear itself is the enemy. There is no freedom where there is no choice.

[absinthehq]

DAI RUOGANG

THIRTY THREE. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF OF VEGAS TIMES NEWSPAPER.

trigger warning for death / murder mention, substance abuse.

Known as the Vegas' Hellion, Ruogang is always in pursuit of a good story. Originally from Taiwan, his parents made their way to America as two ambitious lawyers who founded themselves in the city of sin, Vegas.

As a child, Ruogang was known for pulling pranks on his parents with the horrendous stories he'd make up to tell them, or his poems proudly pinned to the fridge on the kitchen. He was a poet, a dreamer and an idealist -- but soon he'd find out the world didn't revolve around love or poetry. It revolved around money. And good stories weren't made of poetry, they were drawn in blood.

His parents discouraged him from going to college as a creative writing major, simply because they wanted him to make money instead of winding up in a ditch somewhere, drunk and lonely and writing his Bukowski-like poetry about love and women. So he pursued a career in investigative journalism instead, hungry and hollow for a good story, always in the search for the best perspective. The bloodier the better, the found. The public eye loved drama, and so he gave it to them soon as he landed himself a job at the Vegas Times.

The job had been thanks to his father's connections in the city, but everything else had been earned by a power-starved, desperate, ambitious Ruogang. Including the several promotions that rose him to the position as chief editor of the Vegas Times, as early as thirty-three years old, he was full of life and death, full of contradictions and mysteries. As a professional, he became a hellish writer, and as a person, an even more difficult man to handle: Ruogang never leaves his curiosity behind, nor his bullet journal and ipad, should a good story ever come up to him. And it always does.

As the chief editor in the newspaper, it's his job to assure the news are good, but most importantly, interesting. He goes to sleep at night knowing that power and truth cannot always walk alongside one another, and sometimes the stories he sells aren't necessarily the truth. Just rumors.

But Cesare's death? It should have been a rumor. It was too good to be true of a story, and it was a midnight call he received that confirmed Cesare's death. He heard and posted it first -- he remembers the hungry visits on the Vegas Times website, all the eyes on his story: famous businessman and philanthropist found dead at sixty years old. It made for such a good headline that he couldn't help but dig further... did Cesare truly have connections in the mafia? Often disregarded as a rumor, Ruogang found it to be his life mission to investigate further.

Lately he doesn't sleep. He has connections that have helped him find the rotten in Cesare's gold, and it seems that he's getting closer to exposing the Bonventre family. Despite his curious nature, he may just be getting into the exact kind of trouble he shouldn't be. Although Ruogang knows he's far too important to die, he's just another one on the Bonventre's death list, and if he's not careful enough, he may just get burnt in the fire that he's been trying so hard to put out. Can he find the answers to the publc's question.. and furthermore.. can he bring a good story out of a bloody mess of a potential murder?

GLORY AND GORE GO HAND IN HAND…

Nina Collins: She’s been hired by Ruogang, personally, to investigate the Bonventre. It’s not like Nina isn’t interested herself either -- she also has her own agenda. But it seems she’s getting too close to the fire, and an engagement to the middle child of the Bonventre might just be exactly what he needs.. someone infiltrated in the family.

Eduardo de Assis: Eduardo is his best journalist, period. He gets the good stories, the best angles, the worst perspectives. It all comes from within.. he seems to be just as ambitious as a younger Ruogang back in the days. Eduardo might just replace Ruogang, should anything happen -- he’s his right hand, after all.

Chander Adhya: His current boyfriend. The word sounds awfully strange to a lonesome Ruogang, since it took him some time to come out of the closet -- to himself and his family, but he’s been happy with Chander so far. It’s a shame they met through Cesare’s club, Absinthe, but Ruogang intends to keep Chander out of his investigation. If Absinthe goes to ruins, he doesn’t want his loved ones anywhere near it.

Alex McTeer: Nobody can know the editor-in-chief of Vegas newspaper takes one or two pills to avoid sleep at times. They haven’t been prescribed by any doctor, and sometimes he stays awake for days on end, addicted to the drugs Alex has provided him. He doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s become a problem -- and even Alex themselves see it.

THAT’S WHY WE’RE MAKING HEADLINES!

✉ SENT @ 1:54pm  → ALEX: when can you bring it over? ✉ SENT @ 2:57pm  → CHANDER: i can’t come over tonight. work reunion. ✉ SENT @ 1:32am  → EDUARDO: you and nina must work together.

available. faceclaim: godfrey gao (non-negotiable)

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What’s Becca Reading?

Fic Recs are back!! 

Weekly Fic Recs for the week of 10-22-18

As always feel free to tag me in fics! Although only SFW content will be featured on this blog, if it’s not SFW tag the other blog instead please :) 

If you have any issue with being added to this list, please let me know. Your work will be removed promptly and without question :) 

Dean Winchester

Whipped Cream by @katymacsupernatural 

Warnings: Mild Angst, destruction of a perfectly good pie ;)

The Lucky One by @purpleskiesandcherrypies

Warnings: There’s none? Maybe a reader that hits the blues and a comforting Dean, if you think that I should warn that.

Warmth Of Whiskey by @supernatural-jackles

Summary: The reader heads over to the bunker, hoping to spend some time with her favourite people after yet another crappy day at work.

Warnings: Fluff, Reader has a Shitty Boss, Little bit of Angst. More Fluff

Good Girls & Bad Boys by @luci-in-trenchcoats

Request: Hey can You pls write one with mafia!boss! Dean x reader. He’s like really intimidating and everyone is afraid of him. And the reader is really shy. But slowly he warms up to the reader and is really nice to her like only her. Then the reader gets kidnapped and tortured by the rival gang and when Dean gets to her she’s alive but critical but dies a few days later. Or she doesn’t die and it’s a happy ending. You can decide.

Warnings: language, kidnapping, minor violence

Just A Peek by @katymacsupernatural

Summary: After a night of drinking with Dean, you stumble back to his room, getting caught in the rain.

Warnings: Low Self Esteem, angst, fluff at the end

Sam Winchester 

Imagine you are pregnant and your baby bump is showing by @supernatural-jackles

Winchesters

Busted by @crispychrssy 

Summary: On a slow day in the bunker, an unanswered question becomes too much to resist, leading to some interesting discoveries.

Warnings: Language, violence, blood/gore, dark comedy, bad dude getting some karma

Jensen Ackles 

Heaven by @supernatural-fanficuniverse

Summary: You were Jensen’s date to the 13th season premiere and are second guessing him finding you attractive anymore after seeing all of the perfect models on the red carpet. Just like he always saves the day, Jensen found a way to show you just how beautiful you truly are.

Warnings:  body issues, cussing

You Like Me! by @docharleythegeekqueen 

Summary: Your crush on your co-star has always been a problem but on one particularly stressful day you reveal a little too much.

Warnings: RPF, Fluff, Language, Implied Smut

Jack Kline 

Fallen For Me by @waywardmoeyy

Warnings: self-doubt, fluff, crack.

My prompt was “Clumsy”.

Series 

A New Life by @katymacsupernatural 

Dean Winchester x Reader

Story Summary:You’re a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you’ve done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.

In Time by @anotherwaywardsister

Dean x Reader 

Summary: Dean meets a ghost on a hunting trip, but only he seems to be able to see her.  Every time they are together she grows stronger, but what do soulmates have to do with it?

Warnings: Mentions of Attempted Suicide, Some Horror Imagery, and Angst.

Stories To Awaken Terror by @katymacsupernatural

Summary:As a couple of kids read a scary book, Sam, Dean and Y/N live those scary tales. Will they be able to figure out what’s causing the hunts before it’s too late?

**See each chapter for specific warnings**

What I have Released This Week 

Bulletproof (Dean x Reader) 

Warnings: slight angst, like one word of language

I Lost The Baby (No Pairing) 

Warnings: Light Language.

QUICK QUESTION: 

many of you have expressed your excitement over these rec lists. What I want to know is if I should start a Tag Lists for “What’s Becca Reading?” 

Please let me know if you would be interested :) Thanks! 

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G L O R Y (&&) GORE — meet ELOISE ‘ELLIE’ ROMANO; the SWITCHBLADE SWEETHEART.

“and though she be but little, she is fierce.”

{ ♚  AT A GLANCE }

name: Eloise ‘Ellie’ Romano.

age: 23.

gender & pronouns: UTP.

occupation: Professional ballerina (&) soldier for the Romano family.

loyalty: Romano.

availability: Open.

faceclaim: Katherine Mcnamara. ( negotiable to Britt Robertson or Sophie Turner. )

{ ♚ A DEEPER LOOK }

Ellie squared up to the girl in front of her, clenching her jaw. Her fingers grasped tightly around the handle of the knife in her hand, “Maria, I told you that I’ve got this.” She was sick of having to prove herself to her sister, sick of having to show them that she was just as good at this Mafia business as they were - and that she was more than capable of handling it alone. She wished that her cousins would take her seriously when she spoke of the training Kai had been undertaking with her, but Maria was always the first to laugh it off. However, they wouldn’t be laughing for much longer. Eloise would show them; she’d show them all. Romano blood flowed in her veins, just as much as the rest of them - and she was prepared to prove it.

{ ♚ A HISTORY LESSON }

Eloise Romano; the apple of her parents eye. The younger of two siblings, affectionately nicknamed Ellie, she was lavished with love and attention from a young age. Her parents doted on her, spending almost every waking moment giving all of their time and love to their baby girl, determined to give her a different life than both of them had experienced. Her father had been the son of a mob boss, the younger brother of Michael Romano, and one who had been set on getting himself out of that lifestyle. For a long time, he’d had no choice but to be involved in the Mafia. He went the same way as his elder brother, getting married and bringing children into the world. Maria came first and was indoctrinated into the family the same as her father before her - but when Allegra discovered she was pregnant again, things changed.

It was only a short while later that Eloise came into the world and both of her parents made a vow to protect her from everything the family had been involved in. This didn’t mean that they kept her away from the family, she grew up with her sister and cousins all the same, but was not introduced to the mob the same way that the others had. It was at that point her parents decided they needed to find something else for her to do, that she needed something to work towards - her mother didn’t want her daughter to face the same fate as her sibling and cousins, with only being part of the Mafia to work towards. She knew it wasn’t the worst fate in the world, after all, it was her husband’s family, but she wanted to distance herself and her own family from that as far as she could.

She was three when her parents entered her into ballet classes, something that would soon become the main focus of her life. Ellie took to ballet quicker than anyone could have imagined and soon enough, she’d fallen in love with dance. Eloise wanted to go to her dance lessons more and more often, wanted to spend time trying on her beautiful outfits and by age nine, had completely immersed herself in the world of ballet. Her mother and father came to every recital, took her to every performance that came to New York City, growing more and more proud of their daughter with every achievement that she made. By then, Eloise had decided that was what she wanted to do when she grew up - she wanted to be a professional ballet dancer, she wanted to be the star of every show and she wanted the world to know her name.

Eloise soared through her school years, spending most of her time after school either studying or dancing and any extra time she had with her family, although she was not as close to them as she could have been. Ellie figured that was just the way it was, that they didn’t have a particularly close knit family and she was used to that. Even before she’d graduated high school, Ellie was thinking ahead and had already applied for Julliard, patiently waiting for an interview and audition. Although nervous, she aced the audition and soon after, was accepted into the school’s dance program. It was something that she had only dreamed of and now, she’d made it a reality. She could only describe it as feeling like she were walking on air - everything was falling into place around her and she was getting closer and closer to her ultimate goal.

She graced her way through her schooling, keeping her head down and keeping focused on becoming a ballet dancer, showing great promise in everything and anything that she set her mind to. Eloise Parker graduated one of the best in her class, with high expectations from her parents, peers and her tutors. Everyone around her knew that she was destined for great things and Eloise believed it too. Audition after audition came and went and before long, she was landing smaller parts in ballet productions in the city, determined to work her way up the ladder and get that coveted spotlight role that she’d always been after.

However, a year after her graduation, everything went wrong. Her mother was brutally murdered and Ellie’s eyes were opened to an entirely new world. Her father refused to tell her the truth behind her mother’s murder, calling it a tragic mistake and a case of mistaken identity. But Ellie refused to believe that, she knew that there had to be something more there. So, she asked her family members and the truth came out. They decided that the time was right for her to know and Kai was the one to break the news, Maria chasing at his heels to fill Eloise’s head with stories and tales of how dangerous and terrifying the mob life really was. After that, Ellie went into training. With Maria and Kai on her side, there wasn’t a stone that went unturned in preparing the youngest Romano for taking her spot in the Mob.

{ ♚ NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT }

As if her mother’s death wasn’t tragic enough, the murder of her uncle Michael followed just short of a year later. A few days later, Juliet Venturi’s body had been found, hardly identifiable. Ellie feels the need to cover it up, but she’s truly been shaken to her core. She’s only been preparing for Mob life for less than a year and still hasn’t fully immersed herself in the dark underworld that her family thrive in. Regardless of this, Eloise knows that things are changing. With the whispers about betrayal and traitors becoming louder and louder, the ballet dancer has developed something of a reckless streak that she’s never had before. In her mind, she is part of the Romano family and to protect them, she needs to find out who the people betraying the family are - however, subtlety is not her strong point. At twenty three, this is the first time Eloise has ever experienced any criminal organisation without the support of the Angeli Mortis - she’s more than a little concerned about how the Romano family will function as a sole organisation, but she won’t admit that to anyone.

At her core, she wants to be good enough for the family around her, but still wants to continue her career in ballet. The only way she knows to be good enough for the Romano’s is to follow in her sister’s footsteps - but fighting has never been her strong suite and the bruises are affecting her being chosen for dance rehearsals as a whole. It’s an inner conflict that she hasn’t yet found an answer for - but throwing herself in headfirst has always been a defining feature of her personality - and she intends to do nothing differently in this scenario. 

{ ♚ ABOUT THE PERSONALITY }

+: passionate, hardworking, playful, caring -: dependent, insecure, reckless, frightened

 A wolf in sheep’s clothing, is the plainest way to describe Eloise Parker. Although she is softly spoken, walks with the grace of a ballet dancer and always offers a smile - Eloise is not as harmless as she looks. With Maria and Kai teaching her almost everything that they know, Ellie is a force to be reckoned with - when she’s not afraid to show it. She hasn’t been involved with the Mob for as long as her sister and for the most part, is still afraid by what goes on around her. She’s learned how to defend herself - and how to take a life, if she needs to, but these are skills that the ballet dancer doesn’t yet feel comfortable using. Eloise is desperate to prove to her family that she can be one of them, that she is made of the same hardened materials as they are - but it is seeming more and more likely that she’s as soft and gentle as everyone first expected. Whether or not they will actually be proved wrong is something that is still up for debate. 

{ ♚ FRIENDS & FOES }

♠ Maria Romano ( SISTER ) - “you can kid the world, but not your sister.” ; Without their mother, Maria is the only female influence that Eloise feels she has left. Before finding out the family were part of the Mafia, Ellie had always questioned Maria’s job and why her elder sibling was always covered in bruises - now she fully understands. She is closer to Maria than anyone else in the world and would entrust her sister with her life ( something that she’s done more times than she quite realises ) - and she trusts only her sister and Kai to help her come to terms with the change in her life and to prepare for it. Along with being close to her sister, Eloise is a fantastic aunt to Kai and Maria’s five year old daughter, Freya. She often takes the child along to her ballet rehearsals and has been caught teaching her to dance more than once - Ellie absolutely adores the little girl, and she’s another that’s been added to the list of people Eloise feels the need to protect. 

♠  Kennedy Lewis ( BEST FRIEND ) - “i wouldn’t have anything without you.” ; Ellie is the reason that Kennedy became involved with the Romano family. Without Eloise’s influence, Kennedy would never have been accepted as an asset to the family, but after befriending the girl and realising just how much valuable information she’d picked up on, Ellie knew that she would be a help to the family at any cost - and spent months convincing them to take her on. It’s been three years since that day, and Kennedy is now one of the families most trustworthy and most valuable informants. She’s also Ellie’s closest friend, her second in command following her sister, and she’d do anything to keep the girl safe.

♠  The Romano Family ( FAMILY/ASSOCIATES ) - “glory and gore go hand in hand.” ; For the longest time, the truth about the Romano family was kept from Eloise. Now that her eyes have been opened and she’s been thrown in at the deep end, she is still figuring out who she can and cannot trust. She’s aware of most that she can trust, with Christian and Ekaterina being the only other two she feels that she can speak freely with. Adam has always been intimidating to her, and the girl is still hesitant to associate with him; being completely against the use of the drugs he promotes so often. 

{ ♚ EXTRAS }

character teaser.

inspiration tag.

gif hunts.

ELOISE IS CURRENTLY AVAILABLE FOR AUDITIONS.