#and the family members trying to tell the one causing a scene to calm down bc there’s normal non traumatized toxic family members there so

[tallandsad]

Jaime Lee Curtis is absolutely EATING UP this episode of The Bear

[calmcoldevening]

Slashers x reader who can control shadows

@klerns-birdie

Thomas Hewitt

• Thomas loved you with all his heart and cared about you, but to be honest, sometimes he was really scared of your ability to control shadows. It's not that he was afraid of you, no, he was just very worried about you.

• Other family members, in particular Hoyt, were quite delighted to learn about this ability of yours. Hoyt was glad that the chance of catching potential meat increased by a whopping 200%.

• Whenever you transform into your shadow self, Tommy is haunted by the fear that you won't come back. At such moments, it was as if an animal thirst for blood and violence really woke up in you, not that Thomas encouraged it. But he understood that all this was to protect the family, and the family always comes first.

• Thomas is extremely fond of physical contact with you. Because of your ability to control shadows, sometimes it seems that your skin is as cold as ice or grave earth, so he likes to squeeze your palms in his big ones and keep you warm.

• Thomas is a big boy, very big and big. Sometimes it's even embarrassing to watch when the victim manages to fool him and simply run away from home. It's at times like this that you show up. Such a sweet and fragile girl instantly turns into a cold-blooded killer with a crazy smile sparkling in the dark. Your translucent body gracefully moves softly and smoothly around the unsuspecting victim, and your shadows wrap cold tentacles around the body of the poor victim. You act quickly and accurately, and Thomas can only watch from afar as lingonberry drops of blood cover your dark body.

• After your little 'hunts', you turn back into your 'I' and smile, gently brushing the blood off your clothes. Thomas's heart swells with warmth from your sudden change of emotions. The way you tenderly examine him for wounds and tell him that everything is fine. Your shadows gently glide over his skin, causing goosebumps. Like the touch of a wet tongue, they calmed and brought a sense of comfort, because Thomas knew for sure that everything was under control.

Michael Myers

• Your abilities definitely arouse his genuine interest. He had spent his entire life in a hospital, so he could not even imagine that such a thing really existed.

• He will watch you and your shadows like a curious little child, but he will never admit this to you or ask you to show him anything at his request. In this regard, he is quite closed and does not know how to fully express his feelings.

• You and Michael have some kind of unspoken games like hide-and-seek or catch-up. There's something hot about him knowing that you're always watching him from the shadows. To know that you are watching his every move, every murder and stabbing, causes his body to tremble, and his breathing under the mask becomes rapid and moist. And he gladly accepts this challenge and looks for you in this dirty darkness, hoping at least this time to win this game of cat and mouse.

• Sometimes Michael gets so carried away with you that he forgets about the victim in front of him. The unfortunate man is trying to escape, but he does not even suspect your presence. You easily wrap your shadowy arm around the fragile throat and squeeze it to a nasty bone crunch. Michael lowers the bloody knife and listlessly watches the scene unfold in front of him, unable to contain a slight smile.

• After the murder, you slowly come out of you, your body turns back into its usual self, small droplets of blood flow down your face when the victim coughed up blood a little. You approach Michael and freely take him by the elbow, leading him towards the house through the deserted streets of the city at night. As if you were the most ordinary couple who had never done anything wrong. Michael feels your shadow wrapping around his waist, and it brings a sense of comfort.

• Michael is terribly fond of your coolness and cruelty with which you kill victims. Like a crow, shamelessly pecking out the eyes of sinners hanging on crosses. Sweet and dangerous at the same time. A wonderful combination, warming Michael's blood up.

Bo Sinclair

• Bo loves you madly. But this does not mean that he will talk about it directly. After all, since childhood he has had certain problems with aggression and the manifestation of his emotions and understanding of others. Therefore, sometimes he can be quite persistent and too clingy.

• He likes to make you jealous, knowing full well about your ability and cruelty. Bo can deliberately flirt with another tourist just to see how later your shadows will close around her delicate neck and tear the unfortunate girl into pieces of meat. This bloody show causes a pleasant shiver in his body. Perhaps he would also not mind if your gentle shadows and cold hands walked over his body.

• Bo really likes to realize that such an amazing and ambitious girl is his and only his. He doesn't intend to share you with anyone. If he's hanging around other girls (solely to annoy you), then he won't tolerate anyone else around you. If some new tourist gets too close to you, Bo will come up to you and put his arm around your waist, hugging you closer to him so that everyone around knows whose girl you are. It is better for this person to quickly understand his place if he does not want to die a very painful death.

• You often use your abilities just to tease him or get on his nerves. On the one hand, it annoys him, but on the other hand, he likes your attention, but he won't tell you about it. And he won't say that your cold weightless shadows on his skin cause pleasant sensations in his body. But you'll probably see it in his smug grin.

• You often go to his gas station when there are another couple of tourists on it. Seeing such a sweet, nice girl really calms future victims and weakens their vigilance. This strange man has such a sweet girl, obviously he only has a stern appearance, but a kind heart, there's nothing to worry about. Oh, how wrong they are, because it is this little sun with an innocent smile that poses a much greater danger to them. You'll be happy to hear the crunch of their bones under your tight grip a little later.

Vincent Sinclair

• Your cold shadows feel good on his scarred face. At first, he was worried about this and did not want to show you his face, but the tenderness with which you stroked his rough skin gave him a pleasant calm. He clung to those black tentacles like a little kitten craving affection. The touch was both cool and strangely warm and gentle, it sent shivers down his spine.

• At first, Vincent was afraid when you literally came out of nowhere, although in fact you just turned into a shadow and followed him almost everywhere. Over time, Vincent got used to it and even learned to find your presence in this sepulchral silence of the basement. He likes how your dark translucent body moves in the light of a dozen candles, how graceful and beautiful your body looks. He finds a strange comfort knowing that you are almost always there, watching him from the shadows. After one of the victims attacked him at the most unexpected moment and broke his mask, which led Vincent into a momentary stupor, he was incredibly grateful when you killed this scoundrel on the spot. It took him a few minutes to realize what was happening, but your gentle touch made everything bearable. Although now he will have to wipe off the blood and the basement floor, but these are just small things.

• You're like his guardian angel, his shadow protector. It's a very pleasant feeling. Vincent knows that you are always on the safe side, that you will always help him if necessary. Because of this, he tries to do everything carefully so that you enjoy the show presented to you in full.

• Sometimes you use your shadows to hide Vincent himself. It helps a lot when the victims find the basement themselves and do not suspect anything about the danger. This creates a good surprise effect. And the proximity of your body to his own gives comfort and a sweet aftertaste of the upcoming murder, because after Vincent's flesh and blood, your soothing cold hugs are always waiting.

• He likes that most of the time, because of your abilities and temperament, it is you who take the initiative and a more dominant role. Vincent loves it when you tell him what to do, when you gently touch him with your cold shadows, when you shower his skin with wet kisses, in stark contrast to the coldness of your cold hands and shadows.

• Sometimes he really worries about your cold hands because he's afraid you'll freeze. That's why he likes it when you spend time together in a warm, almost hot basement. Vincent also likes to sculpt wax with you, because the wax is warm, and it will definitely warm you up a little.

Ghostface

• Billy and Stu really like that you have such abilities. This is very suitable for their kind of activity and the image of a Ghostly face, so they almost immediately initiate you into their business. At first, of course, you don't really like it, but something inside you really wants it.

• They both like the surprise effect with which you kill an unsuspecting victim. One moment they were being chased by a tall man in a black suit and a ghost mask, and the next they were literally suffocated by cold air while your shadowy limbs grabbed the body of the unfortunate.

• After particularly successful kills, the boys clamp your still translucent shadow body between them like a sandwich. The blood from their suits is slowly soaking your clothes, but you didn't seem to care. The guys' hands slide over your body, hips and waist as they hold you closer to them. The sight of you covered in blood causes a sticky, almost animal desire inside them.

• Billy is usually a more reserved boy, while Stu relentlessly says all sorts of obscenities that you could do with your interesting ability. The idea that you can watch them while they're doing some personal stuff and they don't even know it makes them both damn hot.

• They love the horror that flashes in the eyes of the victims whenever you kill them with amazing dexterity and weariness. Guys love to take pictures of it. They have a whole photo album with similar pictures, one is better than the other. Stu even has his own collection of photos, but of a more explicit nature, which hangs above his bed in the bedroom.

[tonkatsubowl]

misdemeanor.

▼ sunday x fem!reader

▼ yandere themes. triggering themes. nsfw themes. mdni.

▼ you got kidnapped. (since idk sunday's moveset or anything i just pulled something out of my ass)

sunday's reputation was well-known. his face was everywhere, and the knowledge that he was one of the family's greatest members was, well... well-known. because of this, you were given your own reputation, too, for being constantly seen by his side at all costs.

the family was known to harbor an immense amount of money, and there were rumors that if you stole a certain amount of money digitally, you'd wake up from the dreamscape and have that money in your account still. but was that possible? to steal something from the dreamscape and wake up with it?

...but digitally? would that actually happen?

some people chose to fuck around and find out.

unfortunately, you were the chosen victim for this crime.

the one time you weren't by sunday's side, life decided to choose you of all people to be... toyed with.

you were wandering through the streets of penacony by yourself. you wanted to admire the scenes of the night sky, and enjoy the festivities that occurred throughout the festive night. women, children, men and their families spent time together, giggling and laughing harmoniously as they gathered around, enjoying the moment of happiness that they shared together. you were enjoying the sight itself, but you recalled there was a hidden view here somewhere that a certain individual took a certain trailblazer to... and you wanted to check it out.

as you were making your way towards the area, you didn't realize you were being followed by a couple of a few criminals. you were humming one of robin's songs to yourself, only to find your voice was completely concealed behind the discomfort of a cloth, rendering your inability to breathe for a moment. you inhaled, smelling unfamiliar chemicals, forcing your body to relax. you immediately knew something was happening to you, but you tried to fight it back for a moment, but the sedatives were already forcing you to fall...

so you did. you collapsed to the hard ground, visiting the blackest night.

once you woke up, you were tied up, duct tape over your mouth. your eyes frantically traveled everywhere, panic now infesting the rest of your body. where were you? who took you? the immediate realization that you were kidnapped strucked you, and you were silently panicking.

you were trying to calm down, but the sedatives were making you feel sick. you felt tired, and you didn't feel strong enough to even move that well, either.

"she's finally awake."

an unfamiliar voice boomed to the side, and your head turns towards the direction. an unfamiliar face, several men. you felt your heart drop, faced with the reality of many possibilities. what do they want? are they going to kill you?

"hey there, pretty girl." one of the unfamiliar men took hold of your face, observing you.

"that's really (y/n)?" one says.

"is this even a good idea? the family is everywhere." another says.

"it's easy, boys. we just ask her for the money." another says.

"yeah, yeah. so, we'll remove the tape from your face and you start speakin'." the guy who held your face said.

he ripped off the tape of your face, causing your eyes to tear themselves up due to the pain you endured for a good moment.

"now talk—"

collecting up some saliva, you decided to spit at the man who spoke to you. you didn't say anything, but that enough should tell him 'no'.

he chuckled, wiping his face off with disgust. "you wanna get dirty, huh? we won't ask again; we want your money. it's easy. just give us one million credits and we'll let you go."

you didn't say anything. in truth, you were ultimately terrified. your body shook with distress and exhaustion, and you wanted to vomit. you looked around frantically, seeing that you were in a room, somewhere. a dark room, maybe in a building with little sunlight. but you had to get out of here.

you tried to wiggle out of the ropes that held you, but you couldn't. they were too knotted, and you were unable to do anything. you began to panic, but you tried to calm down at the same time.

"... not gonna say anything, huh?" he grinned, before taking out what appeared to be a handgun.

your eyes widen, your hands trembling. was this how you were going to die? then, you were pistol-whipped to the face, granting you to suffer from a cut and a bruise. streams of blood traveled from your injury and to your chin, dripping. you breathed, your breaths shakey. he lifted his hand again, and just right before anything could happen, the men froze. they were silent, unable to move. each individual was struck by a glowing blade from behind which materialized from nothing. they all grunted in pain, blood spurting from their injuries.

"what the-!? what's going on—!?"

from the door next to you, sunday opened the door and walked in, hands behind his back. they froze, ultimately accepting their defeat knowing that the checkmate had walked into the building. sunday's eyes rested on you, anger already apparent in his gaze. he walks over to you calmly, noting your injuries... which only infuriated him more.

"normally, those who 'die' in this dreamscape don't really die in reality, " sunday began to speak, untying your ropes, catching your body as it fell. you were in a panic, unable to move, unable to speak. you were shaking so bad, sunday could feel you vibrate against his frame, "for crimes like this, normally, you'd go to prison for it. but i'll make an exception for prison."

he lifts you up, your eyes softening at your lover. but you were too tired, and that was when sunday looked at you, turning his back to the culprits, saving you the scene of a brutal event. his eyes took steady of you for a moment, as though he was forcing you to sleep, to save you from the screams of their deaths.

"... i'll just have you all die, and wiped from reality."

your world goes to black once more, carried away by your lover, as the culprits who dared touch you would meet their ends. insufferably so, not given quick deaths.

you wake again to find yourself in an infirmary, where robin was asleep with a tear-stained face, resting her ahead atop of your body. you were dazed, tired, and you were patched up by the family's medical team. sunday was gazing outside the window, and the moment he heard you stir awake, his gaze softens, approaching you quietly.

"(y/n), you're awake." he whispered, careful not to wake robin. "how are you feeling?"

that was when you began to sob, your heart racing. "i'm... i'm okay, i'm... i'm just scared." you were terrified, even now, but you knew you were in safe hands.

sunday knelt by your bedside, brushing his hand atop of your hand. his gaze so gentle, his touch and everything was so gentle, you felt your body ease up. he leans over, pressing his lips against your injury, then your lips.

"you're okay, now. please, do not leave my side from now on, (y/n). something like this could occur again."

you nod slowly. you knew that full well that you would have to glue yourself to sunday's side, and if you had to leave, well... it'd have to be his approval.

"robin was worried sick about you. she was here all day sobbing, wishing for you to wake immediately. would you like anything to eat or drink? i'll have someone bring it to you."

god, you really were hungry. now that the adrenaline died down, you were wanting something now.

"... has robin eaten anything yet?" you asked.

sunday shook his head.

"let's get her something too. i would like..."

[moonsb1996]

Villains are those who have been abandoned by superhero society. TW: long post

It's something I've been wondering about for a while and how true it is. If that's the case, let's talk about it.

From the picture above we get the idea of LOV using violence against violence. This is a good starting point for questioning MHA's superhero society: "The use of violence Solving the problem of violence” is it a good solution in this society or not? Of course, this is not a very elegant point when we come to Shigaraki's true, deeper reasons, what his true desires are.

On the red circle layer is The entire cause of Shigaraki Tomura's character is his entire cause. "Destruction" has no other reason beyond that. Just because of what happened to him, "Shimura Tenko"

The above scene is how Tenko felt. He wanted someone to lend a helping hand to him. And in the end, the person who came to help him was nothing short of an AFO, which is not all I have to say. Because there was another episode that happened and I felt like this was the little boy that Midoriya Izuku wanted to save?

Wait a minute…I understand that it is about your father. Emotions take you…but Tenko's (Tomura) mother tries to hug him to comfort him. “My dear, everything will be fine.” But she died because of your power. Isn't that a matter of tragedy? Shigaraki ?? Are you relieved that you destroyed everyone in your family except your father??? What is this?? Okay, I'll try to calm down a little more. yes ! The story of Shimura Tenko or Shigaraki is really sad. And it's true. But is there anything else that makes me feel like this? This guy can't turn back.

Okay….damn it! Is this a character worth reforming?? So ?? Blame nothing but others. I personally can float away, I'm not wrong. Everything is just me, me, me! Don't you believe it? Okay, let's continue.

Oh! Here we go again with me, me, I'm not wrong! Society is too difficult to live in! In this ENG dub, it made me almost vomit about throwing shit at other people but never myself. Because that's what Toga, Himiko, and everyone else mostly do.

I really hate this picture. Don't think too much about the black box.

And LOV's most famous words are!!

And !

There's nothing but me, me, you, they're the ones at fault, not me, no. (And I don't deny that Happening right now, but hey! You will talk to the Super Cop (Hero) for betraying the Villain. Even though he was sent to become a member of an underground organization? No need to say that they are different! In MHA, the hero is actually a super policeman, just applying stupid rules from cartoon heroes that aren't true in real life!)

And don't forget about you guys!

oh ! These are truly the words of a "good person".

FAN : But but but ! The people of MHA deserve to die! Ps. And I don't mean the children who deserve to die.

okay ! Tell me, what do you see in these 2 pictures??? If you don't see it, open your eyes and look wide!! okay ! That's all I'm going to complain about. Because some villains are… they can't reform!

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I came across a post you made about Yuu leaving to go to RSA and seeing Adeuce triggering a panic attack and I thought I might share my own take on it.

I have a Yuu that has really bad PTSD, trust issues and depression as a result of the overblots. They want absolutely nothing to do with the Octavinelle trio, the students of Scarabia and Rook and Vil (those three chapters are the ones that I am the most salty about).

Since Azul made them homeless, took away the only family and comfort they had in twst (Ramshackle and its ghosts) and sent the twins to terrorize them when Yuu tried to get their home back, Yuu doesn't trust a single cell in that octopus' body and whenever they see the octovinelle trio they just look the other way and try to escape without saying a word (it literally filled them with disgust when they had no choice but ask them for help with the Scarabia incident but it was that or suffer through getting kidnapped and locked up against their will)

I've read a few fics where Yuu collapses due to heat stroke when they were forced to take part in the sand marches and as someone with anemia that has fainted quite a few times in their life (and let me tell you, the first time I woke up after fainting and my eyes were wide open but all I could see was black for like five minutes - like I could hear and understand perfectly well but my body was limp and weak and I was surrounded by complete darkness even though the room was very well lit and it was a bright morning - I was terrified out of my mind) the idea of that happening in a place where you've been locked up and isolated in a hostile environment and knowing that you can't contact anyone because Jamil has isolated you from your friends would make their trauma even worse.

They can't step foot into Scarabia because every time they do, all they can remember was when they had a panic attack and bruised their hands as they banged on the door and begged and cried for someone to let them out - it's also the reason that they are now scared of the dark.

The worst part of it though - the day they had collapsed and was then locked up again was their birthday, a day that they had planned on spending with their Ramshackle family because they had no other family.

The basic guist of this Yuu is that they are so traumatised that they have zero trust in everyone because they don't know when other people would drop their mask and betray them the same way Jamil did. They know that the only reason the dorm leaders and dorm members are nice/respect them is because they are the ones that saved them from the overblots and they're kind of bitter that it took them nearly dying for them to be treated like a person and not some magicless nobody.

The only people they can stand to be next to are Ace and Deuce because they are the only people that actually stood up for them only because they liked them and not because they had to prove themselves (Deuce stood up for them during the grocery run and then Ace when Riddle insulted Yuu, Yuu's behaviour, Yuu's family and upbringing)

Also, sidenote, I really loved Ace in that scene. Riddle was taunting and insulting him and Ace was relatively calm about it but the second Riddle says a word about Yuu, he starts swinging. Also, notice how everyone blames Ace for throwing a punch for Yuu and how no one even cared that Yuu's feelings were hurt for no reason at all other than Riddle was on a power high - like Trey, buddy, this is what Ace meant when he said you were responsible for everything.

This Yuu is so broken that they can't sleep without having nightmares unless Adeuce are with them (they're like the human version of emotional support animals), that they break down sobbing when they see all of the scars that were caused by the overblots, that they feel phantom pains whenever they move, that they don't even go to adults because they can't be sure that they won't turn on them.

I just want Adeuceyuu and Grim just living in their own little bubble, living their us vs the rest of the school life, and just trying to help Yuu the best they can because NRC doesn't deserve them

YUU AND ADEUCE IN THEIR LITTLE BUBBLE GIVES ME IDEAS.

Maybe some power is awakened in Yuu and theyre kinda like Malleus where they do exactly that. Deuce Grim and Ace all taken away in their safe little haven as the rest of the world is shut out. Maybe Yuu kinda creates their own real./dimension in TWST in order to escape reality

[overlordpincess]

Analysis Giyu part 3

It left on Haruo findings Yuu’s haori in ground that caused him to cry since given clue for getting close for find Yuu. 

Giyu takes the lead for searching like being first to look at under brushes. In case there are demons or danger. This one his way protects Haruo while continuing their search for Yuu.

They had been searching until it started getting dark. Haruo had begun crying while holding his brother's haori fabric. This proves that Haruo doesn't want to lose hope of finding his brother. 

Even though Giyu tries his best to calm down Haruo. This leads Haruo to think that Yuu is the only family member left. Since they lost their parent at an early age Yuu had one raise him. This allows Giyu to connect with Haruo based on a similar situation.

Haruo tells his story about his brother. You as a kind person after taking traits from his mother. And Yuu is very clever after taking traits from his father.

 This is similar to how Giyu was raised by his older sister Tsutako, once they lost both their parent from disease. The way that Haruo describes Yuu's personality is similar to Tanjiro Kamado. There were mentions that Yuu did help out the community and was been well-liked. This gives clear parallels.

It is mentioned by Haruo that Yuu does have luck with a lady. Haruo had mentioned that one fisherman’s wife had cooked him food for Yuu’s return. The scenes reminded Tsutako, that she was engaged, and why going to be wed the next day. This creates a tragic setup.

Giyu wants to calm Haruo’s nerves about the situation by giving the sign of hope. Giyu recalled that Haruo described Yuu as being smart. Giyu suggests there is the possibility that Yuu could be near the river since it would be in a safe place. 

The moments do prove Giyu is similar to Tanjiro for making promises and bringing a sign of hope and the way demon slayer shows sympatric for their emotion and situation. This shows how Giyu wasn't always strict. This shows how Giyu takes his mission seriously, while they interact based on similar situations.

Now it rearch night time and both had to follow the river trail that led to the cave. Giyu went first in case there demon as Haruo followed behind him. Since Giyu had noticed the smell of fresh blood. This is bad news.

Until Giyu saw two ominous lights appear. It revealed a demon’s eye as the demon attempted attack the demon slayer. Giyu warn Haruo to try get out the way. However. The demon block Haruo’s escaped. 

It revealed it was the same Demon that Giyu had been fighting early. The demon began to brag about liking the taste of children and the way he enjoyed torturing the victims to gain more favors which enraged the demon slayer. 

As Giyu began battle with the demon. Giyu had noticed that he had increased his strength due to eating humans to attack the village. Another was when the demon that Giyu was fighting early had gotten stronger. This gives some strikes and gives an insight into the demon.  

Meanwhile, Haruo had noticed something in the distance. It causes Haruo to be able to recognize the figure in the dark. Which gives clue as to who is that person is

[natedogx15]

Miraculous Descendent Chapter 57: Save Point

Previous Chapter

As Ladybug helps Max realize what's happening, a news helicopter appears and lands in the middle of the field before Nadja jumps out and runs toward the heroes.

"This is Nadja Chamack on the scene where the heroes have just beaten another Akuma. I am here with them right now in one of the rare instances where they haven't already disappeared." Nadja says toward the camera while standing next to a surprised Ladybug.

"Paris is dying to know more about you and your team, Ladybug." Nadja urges the heroine to talk while holding a microphone to her face.

"Uh, well." Ladybug stutters as she tries to figure out what to say after being put on the spot.

"Do you have an idea of who Hawkmoth is? How long will Paris have to suffer from him? Where did Miss Canine come from? Are you planning to add more people to your team eventually? The people of Paris want to know." Nadja keeps pressing the young heroine for questions.

"W-well. We're not sure about everything. I-it's hard to say. I mean, Hawkmoth could be anyone or anywhere. A-as for new members, we're not sure. I-I think our current team is working really well." Ladybug stutters out nervously.

"There you have it, people. Words from one of your heroes. Now, let's see what the other two have to say." Nadja says before she and her team run toward Cat Noir and Canine.

As they do, Ladybug moves toward a nervous Max and says.

"We should probably get you home. I'm sure your family must be worried. I'll take you back." Ladybug tells him with a smile.

"You want to take me back to have an excuse to avoid the press, don't you?" Max correctly guesses, causing Ladybug to winch.

"...Yes. Can I still take you?" She pleads.

Max quickly nods without a care.

"Of course. I'd love to help you after you saved me. Besides, I'd prefer not to be interviewed about this." Max says honestly, causing Ladybug to grab him and use her yo-yo to get them out of the stadium.

The other two see Ladybug leaving with Max but are stuck in place with Nadja.

"Canine. You're the newest member of the team. What do you think of your seniors? How did you get your powers?" Nadja asks her while looking between Canine and Cat Noir.

Canine blinks at the questions before she clears her throat and calms her nerves, remembering her time practicing public speaking and what her dad said about it.

"I think they're both amazing. They've done a wonderful job helping Paris, and I'm glad I can help them more than that time I became a hero against Fashionista and Pixelator." Canine states while trying to remain calm.

"And what about your powers? Did the heroes give them to you? What made you worthy in their eyes?" Nadja pushes on.

"W-well. I was just randomly given them. I don't know what to tell you." Canine says.

"I see. Cat Noir. What do you think of your new teammate? Do you think she has what it takes to keep up with you and Ladybug? Or do you think she'll slow you two down?" Nadja asks.

"W-what. No. I think she's a big help. She already helped Ladybug twice and was a big help to me against Gamer today." Cat Noir stutters out in surprise at the sudden questions about Canine.

Hearing this causes Nadja to smile before looking at the camera.

"You heard it here first, folks. Team Miraculous are together and are stronger than ever with their new addition. However, I'm sure another question is on Paris' mind." Nadja says before holding the microphone toward Cat Noir again with a sly smile.

"Do you think Canine will get in the way of your alone time with Ladybug? You two seemed to be happy acting as partners." Nadja says, causing Cat Noir to blink in confusion before realizing what Nadja is implying.

"What?! No! Ladybug and I aren't like that! We're partners! That's it!" Cat Noir tells her while holding his arms up defensively.

"Are you sure? You and Ladybug seem quite young. Two teenagers alone, fighting against the forces of evil, many people think of you two being the next big power couple of Paris." Nadja tells him.

"W-well, w-we're not. We don't even know each other's identity. We just work together to protect Paris. It's pure business." Cat Noir says in embarrassment with a red face.

"I see. Too bad then." Nadja says jokingly before turning back to the camera.

Deciding to save himself from further embarrassment, Cat Noir uses his newly returned baton to escape. After watching him leave, Nadja turns toward Canine with a no longer sly smile.

"Do you have anything you'd like to say while we're still on the air? Anything you'd like to say to Hawkmoth or anyone else who might be watching?" Nadja inquires.

"No, thank you. I'd just like to get home. It's been a long day." Canine quickly says before running off, wishing she had a weapon to help her get around like the other two.

In Hawkmoth's lair, he's looking at the newly acquired magic fragment of Gamer with a smile.

"You'll make a good replacement for Stormy Weather. Maybe I can team you up with Lady Wifi or Dark Cupid." Hawkmoth muses over the team-ups he can make and how they'd go.

He quickly de-transforms, and Nooroo looks toward him.

"Why didn't you try to make a second Akuma? You might have won if you put Stoneheart in the battle by making Gamer chase after Ivan." Nooroo states.

"I'd like to spend some time studying the new hero. Their strength has increased with her, and it's no longer an equal fight between my Akumas and them. Besides, I've already lost two fragments to the heroes. It would be best to conserve them a bit more and increase how many I have." Gabriel states.

Nooroo nods in understanding, but Gabriel pauses as he thinks about his next move.

"Then again. I should use my psychological advantage over the heroes. I've already made them nervous about a second Akuma sneaking up on them. I should really make those worries into a reality." Gabriel says with a smile.

With that, Gabriel begins plotting his next move.

Later, with Ladybug. After she takes Max to his home. She returns to the hotel but doesn't de-transform. She decides now is the best time to talk to her parents before anything else. After taking a deep breath, she uses her suit to phase through the roof and down a few floors until she reaches the dining area. She looks at the kitchen door, reconsidering for a second before steeling herself.

She peeks through the door and sees everyone working hard, including her mother. Gulping, she notices a piece of fruit near her and tosses it at Sabine to subtly get her attention. Sabine looks around with a sharp glare after it hits her but sees Ladybug beckoning her over.

"I need someone to take over these steaks!" Sabine shouts before quickly rushing out of the kitchen and following after Ladybug.

"Are you here because of my daughter?" Sabine immediately asks while she and Ladybug sneak off to a more secluded area before anyone can notice.

"Yes. She's told me about her and her cousin's situation with you. I want to tell you that they're telling the truth." Ladybug tells her before Sabine stops her.

"Okay. But can we have this conversation with my husband? He's been looking forward to the chance to talk to you. I don't want to take that for him. Besides, this also includes him." Sabine tells Ladybug, causing her to nod, albeit reluctantly.

She soon decides to take this chance to make sure Sabine knows it's Ladybug she's talking to. She picks her mom up and uses her powers to phase them through the hotel floors until they reach the lobby's front doors.

"Woah," Sabine says in shock as she takes a moment to collect herself.

"Yeah. Magic can feel weird when you're not used to it. I've gotten used to it now." Ladybug laughs at her mother's condition. She then picks Sabine up and swings them across Paris before anyone can see them until they reach the mayor's office.

"Well. That's an amazing way to travel. Is this something you did with my daughter when you first met?" Sabine asks curiously with a slightly anxious smile.

"Sorry. I'd just like to get this done quickly." Ladybug apologizes to her mother with a sorrowful expression, not enjoying how she's treating her mom but not wanting her to notice anything weird.

"Alright. Let's hurry inside, then." Sabine nods as the two walk inside.

Their entrance gets a few looks from the occupants as Sabine walks toward the front desk.

"I'd like to see my husband. We have something important to discuss." Sabine says to the front desk lady while Ladybug flanks her.

"Of course, Mrs. Dupain. Right this way." The lady says while motioning for her to go ahead.

Sabine smiles, and the two walk upstairs toward Tom's office.

When they arrive, Tom is surprised to see his wife and Ladybug and quickly sets his paperwork aside. He then gives Ladybug his best welcoming smile after hugging his wife.

"It's nice to meet you, Ladybug. Are you here about Marinette and Nate?" Tom asks.

"Yes. I want to tell you that they're telling the truth. I did ask them to keep an eye around the school for anything suspicious. I've noticed that Hawkmoth likes to target that school specifically. So, I'm trying to know why and what the connection is. I thought asking students for some help would be a good idea since they're less likely to draw suspicion." Ladybug nods while doing her best to speak in a professional tone.

The married couple digests these words.

"I see. Well. That's smart. But I wish you had told me. I was worried she was letting the fact I married Tom go to her head." Sabine sighs in relief when she knows that isn't the case.

"I'm sorry. But. I'm not sure who I can trust. No offense, Mayor Tom. It's just. I don't have an idea who Hawkmoth is. So, it makes it hard to trust people." Ladybug apologizes with a slightly anxious tone.

"Don't worry, Ladybug. I'm in politics. I understand having trouble trusting those around me. However, I don't like that you put my nephew and stepdaughter in harm's way. Especially since it got in the way of Marinette's education." Tom says in a kind but firm tone while looking at Ladybug.

"I'm sorry about that." Ladybug apologizes again.

"Let's forget about that for now. I'll talk to Marinette about this later. I want to thank you for everything you've done for the city. You and Cat Noir have been protecting Paris ever since Hawkmoth appeared. As Paris' mayor, you have my eternal gratitude." Tom says while holding his hand out to shake Ladybug's.

"Of course. I live in Paris, too, after all." Ladybug says while grabbing his hand with both her's.

"Yes. But you're still young. You're a courageous young woman." Tom tells her.

"T-thank you." Ladybug smiles with a slight blush.

"Now that you're here. I was hoping I could ask you something." Tom says, catching her interest.

"Would it be alright for me to have statues of you and the other heroes? I think it'll help boost Paris' morale." Tom states, surprising Ladybug.

"I've already been looking into several artists for it. However, since you're here, I thought I would ask you about it." Tom tells her.

"Uh, what, statues?" Ladybug asks in shock, causing Tom to smile again.

"Of course. Like I said, you, Cat Noir, and Canine are heroes, protecting Paris as best you can despite being young. You're quickly becoming role models for a lot of people." Tom explains to her.

"I mean, I don't know about the others. I guess. If it will help Paris. Go ahead." Ladybug stutters.

"Great. I'm glad you like the idea." Tom says in a boisterously happy voice while hugging his wife with one arm.

"Is there anything else? I should really be going." Ladybug says nervously.

"No. We've taken up enough of your time. Thank you for confirming that our daughter and Nate aren't liars." Sabine says with a kind smile, causing Ladybug to bolt out of the office.

As Ladybug covers this. The doorman, who has been watching the fights, writes in a notebook.

"It would seem the newest young heroine is quite skilled herself. Hawkmoth's powers are far more dangerous than we expected when we got this call. It may be paramount that we change plans. That's if these young ones can't keep handling themselves against him." He mutters while writing.

The next day, at the scene of the video game competition, Max is sitting next to his friends while looking sad as he watches the various teams prepare for the competition.

"*Sigh* It's probably for the best. If I had competed, I might have turned into an Akuma during the competition if I lost." Max says to himself before receiving a pat on the back from Alix.

"Ah, come on, Max. Don't say that. It's probably the fact you lost to Chloe that made you transform." Alix tries to reassure her friend.

"Yeah, man. I know I'd feel angry and cheated if she beat me in a race. Who would have expected her, of all people, to be talented at video games? Talk about a curve ball." Kim agrees with her while looking toward Max.

As the two try to cheer Max up, Adrien walks toward them with Nino at his side.

"Hey, Max, I was wondering if you could do something for me," Adrien says, causing Max to turn toward him in confusion.

"What is it that you need?" Max asks in confusion.

Adrien gives Max a kind smile before saying.

"I was hoping you could take my spot in the tournament. My father doesn't want me to spend too long here, and you did come in third. Plus, if this was important enough for you to get Akumatized over, you deserve to play in it more." Adrien tells Max honestly.

Max's eyes widen in surprise at that.

"A-are you sure, Adrien. You earned your spot by beating me." Max tells him, but there is a hopeful shine in his eyes.

"Of course. Besides, it was a close match between us. So, it shouldn't change much. Also, I really don't want to deal with Chloe." Adrien says that last part in embarrassment.

"Fair." Alix pipes up with a grin.

Max takes the controller before giving Adrien a thankful grin.

"Thank you for this, Adrien. I won't forget it." Max tells him before running off to find Chloe so they can win.

"That was cool of you, dude," Nino tells Adrien with a grin.

"Yeah. Thanks, man. We owe you one." Kim tells him with a similar grin as he puts an arm over Adrien's shoulder and gives him a light noogie.

"Yeah. Max was pretty down after turning into an Akuma yesterday. This should cheer him up a bit." Alix agrees.

"It's not a problem. I could tell how badly he wanted this." Adrien tells the three.

After that, the swap is accepted, and Max and Chloe win the tournament. Despite the slight tenseness in their partnership, their skill was more than enough to make up for it. As the two hold the trophy awarded to them for winning, Chloe snatches it and pulls out her phone to take a quick selfie.

"Just won a tournament and got my school a trophy. Look how exceptional I am." She texts her mother with an excited grin while Max looks slightly annoyed at having the trophy ripped from him.

So, a shorter chapter. I didn't know what else to write in for the aftermath of this one. I considered introducing the United Heroez but felt it was still too early to introduce the group as a whole.

I hope everyone is enjoying Miraculous Descendent and the changes from canon so far. I especially hope you're enjoying Nate as a replacement for Alya since I wanted to try and make sure he felt like a good character. I wanted to use Alya for a few other things later in the story, and she couldn't play the best friend role here.

I also hope you like what I've done with Adrien. I've been trying hard to work on his character since the entire show revolves around his family. Because of that, I haven't gotten to do as much with Marinette's character, too. That's primarily because she had scenes that work better for Adrien, such as the talk with Gabriel in Simon Says. But it's also because I've been treating their relationship as protagonists like Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable where the male of the two seems to grow more. That'll be the case for at least this season until more Miraculous stuff is found. Mainly because this is relying on their civilian lives and superhero lives being separate, and Marinette has a lot more going on.

Next Chapter

[bookwormscififan]

My Turn

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A/N: Welcome to the finale! It's Mad's turn to clean up his messes. Also the title and one scene in the part are heavily influenced by Serenity (2005), which I recommend watching because it's good.

Note: While this is the end of the main story, I'm not completely closing the AU. I still have ideas of things to write, and if you ever want to send prompts for it, I'll write them.

Warnings: there is some blood and gore.

Mad sighed as he watched Mare sleep, observing how he naturally faced the window almost as if to face Mad as he slept, the way one hand always rested on Mad’s side of the bed, how he slept with his lips slightly parted, new fangs now resting on his bottom lip.

The ragged scar of his claim mark peeked out from under the bandages on the left side of his neck, raised skin bright white against the once lively colour of his skin.

Mad looked away from Mare as thoughts entered his mind, remorse and guilt at hiding the full truth from Mare, and he stood up to move to the window beside the bed, back toward the sleeping vampire in his bed.

He knew his past would come back to haunt him eventually, no matter how far he ran into the forest.

--

Twenty-five years after Mad had been turned, he wandered the streets, searching for new victims. Finding a sleazy lowlife, Mad had followed them into a side street, pinning them against the wall as soon as they walked into a shadowed area.

What Mad hadn’t noticed was the syringe in the lowlife’s hand, too focused on feeding until the syringe was poked into his neck, hissing as his blood was drawn. He broke the person’s arm, scratching their face before fleeing, disappearing into the night to get help from his family.

--

The cult must be the product of that blood sample that had been stolen from him. Mad saw red when he made the conclusion, grip tightening on the windowsill as he dug his nails into the woodwork.

He pressed his forehead against the window pane, feeling the cool glass calm him down. He released the windowsill, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of the glass against his skin.

“You know something about the cult,” Mare stated from the bed, making Mad turn around to see him lying on his side watching him. Mad decided he liked Mare’s eyes more now that he was a vampire.

“I made a lot of mess in my early years,” Mad confessed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, sliding his hand across the mattress to hold Mare’s hand. “It’s difficult to clean up when all I really cared about was my next feed. One meal didn’t go as planned.” He proceeded to tell Mare about the victim with the syringe, explaining that the cult probably used that blood to turn them into vampires, and he kept his gaze lowered when he finished, expecting Mare to be furious for hiding the truth.

“Syringes were probably new things at that time,” Mare said softly, rubbing his thumb over Mad’s hand. “You and your family probably didn’t think they’d have enough of your blood to cause trouble. However, this probably does explain why they’re trying to kill you.” He winked at Mad when he looked up, lifting his hand to press a kiss against the back of his hand.

----

Mare had been insistent on going with Mad to kill the cult, but Mad had convinced him to stay away with a few strategic touches and the promise to be back before sunup.

He stood outside the warehouse, hiding in shadows due to the sun having not set yet. His crossbow was slung over his shoulder, arrows on his belt, and he had two daggers hidden in each of his boots as well as a tightly-sheathed silver knife in his breast pocket.

Mad tracked the shadows around him, inching his way to the warehouse as the sun began to set, profiling the outside before deciding to climb in the window near the roof, using the rafters as vantage points.

His family had cleaned up his messes for too long. It was his turn now.

--

There were more members in the cult than Mare had thought, at least a dozen on the main floor itself. Mad had managed to shoot a couple vampires on the higher levels with the crossbow, keeping track of the arrows left in his quiver before shooting three more that had gone to investigate the two from before. He loaded the last arrow into the crossbow, setting it and watching the area, staying alert and striking a final vampire who moved too close to the rafter he was on.

Flitting from the rafter to the platform of the last shot, Mad set the crossbow aside and pulled out the daggers, slipping the vampire’s machete and seemingly medieval flail into the empty arrow quiver. From his new vantage point Mad could count an additional seven vampires on the main floor, and he snuck downstairs to collect more weapons before slipping into the shadows on the ground floor.

He took in the intricate tapestries on the walls, professing hatred for the elders and praising themselves for being the superior vampire. Curling his lip at the propaganda, Mad adjusted his grip on his daggers, stabbing one into the switchboard behind him, watching the sparks as the lights when out.

With a deep breath and roll of his shoulders, Mad got to work.

The first vampire running to the switchboard lost a finger, screaming becoming gurgling as Mad slashed his throat. The next vampire lost his head, eyes blank as it rolled across the floor before his body thudded to the ground. Mad dodged a swinging spear, lodging his dagger into a rib as he came back up. He felled the next vampire without missing a beat, lip twitching at the blood that splashed across his face.

His attacks were almost like dance steps, dodging and attacking as if in line with a tune only Mad could hear. He coated weapons in blood and dropped them like they were dance partners, barely blinking as he tracked the silhouettes in the dark warehouse.

The ground beneath his feet grew red with blood, soaking into his boots and filling the place with an acrid smell, but still Mad attacked, seeming almost insane with bloodlust. The ringing of weapons being pulled from bodies blended into the screams and squelches of vampires falling, seeming almost musical to Mad as he fought.

When the last vampire fell, Mad stood panting over the pile of bodies, silhouetted against the still sparking switchboard, sword stained red in one hand and axe in the other, equally stained. There was a smear of blood across his cheek, hair sticking to his forehead with a mixture of sweat and blood, and Mad snarled with every exhale. He stared at the bodies below him, checking each to ensure they were dead before dropping the weapons.

Catching his breath, Mad sprinted to the other side of the warehouse, opening a cabinet and removing a yellowed glass vial of blood, tucking it into his pocket before running home.

----

“That’s your blood?” Mare asked, leaning on the workbench to watch Mad inspect the vial, squeezing a few drops from a pipette onto a petri dish before sliding it under a microscope to inspect the cells.

“From the ageing on the vial and the coagulation of the blood, I would say yes,” Mad replied, stepping back from the microscope. “Other than being incredibly sticky and clotted, the mutating cells inside the blood have preserved it quite well.”

Mare huffed as Mad turned away, pushing himself off the workbench to embrace Mad from behind, nosing at the point where his collarbone fused to his shoulder.

“You’re being the hot nerd again,” he joked, nuzzling into Mad’s shoulder when he turned around. “Please never stop doing that.” He felt Mad begin to purr, and he gently kissed the spot he was nosing at before.

“I’m pretty sure we’re safe now,” Mad whispered, hands moving to Mare’s hips. “Nobody going to try to kill us, so there may not be a need to experiment—” his statement was cut off with a sharp gasp when Mare gently bit into his shoulder, lightly pressing his teeth against the skin as one hand rested over Mad’s left hand, fingers tracing the ring on his finger.

“Come to bed, Mad,” he ordered softly, speaking against Mad’s skin. “Let me mark you as the hero I know you are.”

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[queen-rainy-love]

Holiday Dash part 5

Time for a slight angst part.

*The scene takes place after the party. The Pure Vanilla family was cleaning up the ballroom. Pure Vanilla and Cream Puff were using magic to get the plates into the kitchen, while Madeleine and Knight were washing them. Clover, White Lily, and Red Velvet were cleaning up the tables.*

Clover: Tonight was fun! I never thought this party could have a proposal tonight!

Red Velvet: I'm surprised Madeleine even did this. I thought he would have done it during New Year's Eve.

White Lily: Well, I'm just proud of him and I'm glad he'll be marrying Espresso. They were made for each other.

Red Velvet: I know Affogato will be so happy when he hears this.

Clover: At least they'll celebrate their engagement during this New Year Concert.

Red Velvet: New Year what?

Clover: Yeah. The concert where all musicians of Earthbread hold a concert until two in the morning. Shining Glitter, Cake Pop, Parfait, Rockstar, DJ, Mint Choco, B.A.D.4-

Red Velvet: *slightly freaking out* Is that so? Didn't know that.

White Lily: I can't wait for that event. I'm sure we'll all have fun. And I am interested in B.A.D. 4's performance. *looks at Red Velvet*

Red Velvet: *nervously laughs* Ha ha ha. Yup. Um...by the way, mother. We have a question for you.

White Lily: What is it?

Clover: Right! A few days ago, Cream Puff used a spell to locate family members in our family tree, and...she found two dots she's never seen before.

White Lily: Two dots?

Red Velvet: Yeah. All the way over at the Grass Village.

*At that moment, White Lily froze. Red Velvet and Clover could tell something was wrong. Her back was facing them but they could tell that her hands were shaking.*

White Lily: I'm sure it must have been Millennial Tree and Wind Archer.

Clover: We thought so too. But she did say their names and they came up. These two were the only ones left. Do we have family members we haven't met yet?

White Lily: No. We have no other family members. And none of you should go to the Grass Village.

Red Velvet: What? But why not? It's family! We should go see them. What's wrong with-

White Lily: *angry* No! None of you will go to that village! You will remain here! That village is nothing but a hellscape!

*White Lily pants heavily while Red Velvet and Clover slightly cowered. Once she saw their reaction, she looked away, her eyes filled with sorrow. She turned around and started walking away.*

White Lily: I'm sorry...I don't feel well...let your father know that I'll be in bed.

*White Lily disappeared behind the main door, leaving the two brothers alone.*

*An hour later, the siblings were gathered in the castle's library.*

Cream Puff: So...t-that's what mom said.

Knight: I never thought she would yell. She usually stays calm.

Madeleine: So what was about that little village that caused her to act like that? Clover, was this the village you grew up in? Can you tell us anything about the Grass Village?

Clover: Well...the village is pretty close to the Great Tree and they are sworn to protect it. The villagers can be friendly but there are some that are...a bit...aggressive with outsiders.

Red Velvet: So if we were-

Knight: No.

Red Velvet: You don't even-

Clover: You were thinking about going there, aren't you?

Red Velvet:...

Madeleine: If we go there, not only would we upset mother, but we'll most likely get hunted down by some of the natives there.

Red Velvet: ...so another day in our life?

Knight: We're not going!

Cream Puff: But if we don't go, we won't ever figure out who those two dots are! And we're always there for family. I want to go!

Red Velvet: Then this is our quest to complete.

Clover: Even if you guys could get there, you'll have to wait until spring to safely cross the ocean. And you'll need someone to help guide you around. Count me in.

Knight: What?! *turns to Madeleine* Madeleine! Try to talk them out of it!

Madeleine: Hmm. *looks at the trio and takes a deep breath.* As the future leader of the Vanilla Kingdom, I have to make sure my family is safe. And I do need to make sure these three are safe during their trip. So I must go with them.

Knight:...

Clover: It's four against one. You can either stay behind and face mother and father's wrath or come with us to find the last two family members. The choice is up to you.

Knight:...Fine. But only to make sure you three don't do anything completely stupid.

Madeleine: Perfect! Once winter is over, we'll start heading there. But we do need to find a reason to head there.

Clover: Let's worry about that when the time comes. For now, it's late and we should be heading to bed.

*The four siblings nodded in agreement and all five headed straight to their guest rooms.*

[askstevella]

What did you call me? / Marvel Universe FanFic AU

Pairing: Michelle x Rochelle, Steve x Stella

Summary: With new family members coming soon, names after often being thrown around and questioned. And Stella is very persistent about the names being good ones.

Characters mentioned/included: Riley Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Thiago Strange and etc

——

Rochelle was sitting on the couch wearing a green sweater that fit her growing bump as Riley sat beside her playing with her duckies. Steve was sitting on the armchair, responding to Michelle’s text messages about everyone’s lunch order.

They were watching Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella back to back together.

That’s when Natasha raced down the stairs grinning taking seat next to her daughter and in response everyone looked at her.

“Uh, mom why the smile?” Rochelle asked humorously as she smiled.

Nat grins as she said, “You guys are gonna love this! I found out why Stella is so obsessed with finding nice names for the twins.”

“Nat, relax.” Steve said in a calm tone, despite his amusement smile. “But I’m intrigued.”

“Well I talked to Thiago and a few other sources, perks of being a spy, and he said that Stella’s real name is Pepa.” Natasha exclaims grinning.

“Pepa?!” Yelled the Steve and Rochelle at the same time.

“I have a Tia Pepa?!” Shouted Riley in surprise and disbelief, smiling widely.

Steve spoke up, “Wait, wait that doesn’t make any sense! Her first name is Estella, not once have any other paperwork ever said Pepa.”

Rochelle raised an eyebrow, “How?!”

Natasha kept an amusing look on her face as she explained, “Well, yes her name is Estella but everyone called her Pepa because that was her second name. I swear she has two middle names after that one! This woman has a long full name I’ll tell you that. According to Thiago, she was teased by everyone in Kindergarten and begged for it to be changed to Stella.”

Steve’s expression seemed to soften at the explanation given as Rochelle smiled sympathetically.

“Now that makes sense to me.” Rochelle said after a brief pause.

“Yeah.” Steve added, “Explains why she wanted more Americanized names and names with meaning behind them for us kids too.”

———

That’s when Stella walked in carrying bag of tap shoes smiling. She removed them from the bag.

“Look what I found.” She said in a sweet sing song tone, before placing them on the floor for Riley.

Riley grin brightly but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes as she replied, “Thank you for finding my shoes, Tia Pepa.”

Stella ruffled her blonde curls muttering a soft, “Your welcome.”

But as Stella turned to walk away, her brain fired up actually taking in Riley’s response. The brunette blinked in disbelief as her eyes darted over in a glare to Natasha, Steve and Rochelle.

The two redheads snorted covering their mouths trying to hide their laughter, as the blonde bit back a playful grin.

She looked back at Riley briefly as her voice turned critical and suspiciously, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What did you call me?” Stella asked.

Riley smirked, “Tia Pepa. That’s your name!”

That one line for the small blonde girl caused a ripple of laughter from Natasha, Rochelle and Steve.

However Stella pointed a finger that immediately struck the three to stop laughing, even though their smile stayed clear on their faces.

“Who told you my name was Pepa?” Stella asked, her eyes narrow and her finger pointed.

“Thiago.” Natasha answered grinning.

“He’s lying.” She quipped quickly, in a snappy tone.

Rochelle snorted and grinned similar to her mother, rubbing her belly watching the scene in front of her.

Steve smirked as his voice cut in a soft warning, “Stell.”

Stella dropped her finger and out her hands in her pocket as she muttered, “Okay. It’s…Pepa.”

That cause the trio, Riley included this time, to laugh. Stella sent that a little glare.

“Pepa isn’t just a name with meaning…but it’s my great grandmother’s name.” Stella explained in mock seriousness tone, “I’ll have you know that she was a lovely woman, who grew a garden of beans for the neighborhood back in then! Everyone ate very well those years.”

“And the name of that one character in Encanto!” Rochelle added, smiling and glancing up at the brunette. “Her mood affects the weather.”

“That too. Why do you think you did a double take when i heard her name?”

Steve couldn’t help but tease his wide as he snorted, “Fits you perfectly. Why didn’t you ever tell us?”

Stella shrugged and quickly remarked glancing over at them, “There was nothing to tell.”

“Oh really? Sounds like there was.”

“Well, growing up as a child in a mixed heritage neighborhood and going to school, you can get teased for your name. Kids are mean and insensitive!..so, well, I changed it.”

Rochelle nods in agreement and smiled sympathetically, “That I would agree with. They can be mean and cruel over something as simple as your name.”

“Makes sense why you want my grandchildren names to be nice and well thought out, huh?” Natasha asked smiling kindly.

“And why you named sure our children names have a flow to them.” Steve added grinning. “Or at least sound well with a meaningful background to them.”

Stella grinned in return of their understanding of her consistent approach towards baby names and how everyone’s name shouldn’t be criticized by the public.

However she adored nicknames and being able to play around with names whenever possible. It’s one of her favorite things.

Riley looked at her auntie still smirking as she asked, “So do you want me to call you Tia Pepa?”

Stella chuckled, “Pff! No, what am I, some kind of Salsa dancer? Come on, princess.”

The brunette tickled Riley who was sitting in Natasha’s lap and giggling at her auntie’s tickling skills.

———

Just as things were rolling into a nice follow of conversation, Thiago walked in with Michelle. They were carrying a set of chicken wings and potstickers in bags, with drinks.

“What did we miss?” Thiago asked grinning broadly.

Stella eyes darted up to her brother as she glared, “Run.”

His eye widen recognizing the look on his baby sisters face and smirked. He remembered exactly what he did and honestly didn’t regret it too much, however he ran out of spite. Stella follow behind her rushing out the living room door and dash down the hallway to follow him.

Michelle roared in laughter, as yelled and quoted, “Run, Forrest, run!”

Rochelle chuckled at her fiancé and snorted, “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice, now who’s hungry?”

“I am!”

Riley grinned scurrying off the couch in excitement and hunger following her auntie Michelle to the kitchen.

Natasha and Steve shared a look chuckling.

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Ahhh I couldn’t help myself. It’s been a while since I done a fic on here.

Please let me know what you think 💭

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[trials-of-a-spirit-worker]

I do love the idea of a redemption arc for Azula, I will admit that. But I understand your point completely.

My idea of a redemption for Azula is for Zuko to be the one to provide the antidote. And it's never clean and easy. Cause in situations like exposing abuse and trying to better people too lost in it or even those who benefited from that system, it's hellish.

Even in the show you can tell he does love his sister but he cannot get close to her for his own sake. It's subtle but the show tells you that, he still thinks about her, he still worries slightly. When they fought at the air temple, his voice was a mix of surprise and worry. When she gets herself out of that situation of her falling he does revert back to "of course she saves herself" but that look on his face before, that was love he still harbors for his sister whether he knows or not. And for a lot of us, we still hold love for people who hurt us sadly. Especially when it's family.

And I think that shows the brilliance of the ugliness their foil makes. She's lost in the dark side of imperialism, loving the benefits, loving being the epitome of what the Fire Nation was trying to head towards. I'm not gonna sit here and say she doesn't know what she's doing. I will never say that. But it's like watching that family member you don't like/respect anymore because you've seen their sense of morality in like political or religious type doctrine.

You see the pity in his eyes as she breaks down in the end, mirroring Iroh in a way where he looked away from Zuko being burned; Zuko looks away from watching his sister fall apart. Cause he still loves her enough for it to hurt. He doesn't regret it, absolutely not, but in the end, that's still his little sister he used to play with, that's his sister he grew up with. And even with all the bad memories, there has to be some good ones too.

The tragedy of their foil in my opinion is they both care for each other in some capacity but so much has placed damage between them, they cannot be good for each other. They can't really be... Siblings. You see it in Ember Island. Azula's not without her manipulation of course but she still reaches out to Zuko to join them at the fireplace scene and still wants to know what the hell is wrong with him cause in her mind she did him a favor and yeah he owes her big time but... In her mind she's like "I gave you what you always wanted back, why are you like this? Why aren't you happy?"

Azula may have lost love for Zuko after he went on the side of good, maybe she wanted to get rid of him out of hurt, but I won't say she never loved him.

Now people's opinion on her having a healing journey of her own will always vary. I appreciate and accept their viewpoints.

But I do love the idea of him still loving Azula enough to try and bring her into the light too. But I never like it to be sunshine and rainbows. There's no "look at how much better the Nation is, sis~/oh gee, Zuko I was a fool! " No, that's bullshit. Azula's hypothetical redemption is gritty, ugly and full of agonizing self reflection. How Zuko would help in my opinion is even with a firm hand with that dose of reality he gives, he still gives her compassion.

"Even as much as you hurt me and I should despise you, I still love you and want what's best for you."

"You're going to answer for your crimes in this war, but I want you to be at peace too."

My idea of him offering that antidote is unconditional love while he encourages her self reflection. She breaks down, he forces himself to be there and tries to calm her through it. He checks up on her, expresses disappointment when she pushes herself further in the darkness/familiar but maybe doesn't give up on her.

Or maybe... Eventually... He does.

And the worst part is, this could not work, her redemption attempt could fail. And Zuko would see she's beyond saving. And yet, he'd still love her.

Speaking from a literary point, an attempt at redemption successful or not, would expand on the horrors of the abuse of their family and how it effectively harmed them both in ways that are obvious and in ways that aren't. The denial, the scapegoating, the pains of a golden child, the fear of losing conditional love, the hardening of self and belief that all love is conditional. The looming fear Azula has of being truly alone and without control. It all can be right there with Zuko trying to at least salvage one family tie.

the thing with zuko and azula that people, specifically azula stans, seem to forget is that they are intentionally and specifically characterised in opposition to each other.

i keep seeing discourse about how azula deserves a redemption arc & even leaving aside the fact that a) saying someone “deserves” a redemption defeats the purpose of what redemption is and b) there was no space in the original show for azula to redeem herself anyway, azula could not have been redeemed because part of her narrative purpose is to be a foil to zuko.

zuko and azula are each the metric against which the other’s evolution (or devolution) is measured, and it’s the striking disparity between their character arcs that makes said arcs as impactful as they are: the child who swallowed the poison vs the child who spat it out. the fire nation royal who perpetuated the cycle of violence vs the fire nation royal who broke it. the abuse victim who became an abuser vs the abuse victim who became a protector.

would zuko’s redemption have felt as satisfying and hard-won if we hadn’t seen in azula the alternate path he might have so easily gone down? would azula’s downfall have been as terrible and saddening if we hadn’t seen the possibility of a better future embodied in zuko?

thematically speaking as well, the fire nation royal family exists as a microcosm of the fire nation itself — the generational trauma and violence passed down from sozin to azulon to ozai to azula and zuko is symbolic of how the fire nation’s warmongering has turned inwards, back on itself, a self-inflicted wound that grows and festers and rots until they’ve destroyed themselves just as much as they’ve destroyed the world. but where zuko represents a way out — hope for healing, for peace, for an end to the self-destructive nature of war — azula represents the cost of that war, the damage that can never be undone, the danger of remaining mired in an ouroboros, forever the snake that bites its own tail.

a version of the show where both zuko and azula redeem themselves together would have lost the grave, sobering impact of that message: that getting out as zuko did is the exception, not the norm, because the system in which they exist is built to be a trap. and even when that system is dismantled, the destruction it’s wrought cannot be fully erased.

the point of zuko and azula’s story lies in its inherent juxtaposition: there was never going to be room for both of them to rise or even fall together, not in the world in which they were raised and the virtues it extolled. and it’s because zuko exists as who azula could have been and azula exists as who zuko might have been, that their individual arcs are so powerfully poignant, and their relationship so infinitely tragic.



[flower-slut004]

Hello! Can you please write a poly! McCall pack reacting to Deucalion secretly being reader's loving father?

The pack didn’t know how to feel…

Allison, Stiles, and Isaac felt ashamed they didn’t know anything about your family. They were greedy and should’ve thought about your family if they ever wanted you.

Lydia, Scott, and Malia…. they could care less about who your family is. They're your family. No one could ever give you the love you deserve besides them.

Scott’s your alpha for fucks sake! He’s supposed to care and provide for you. He’s supposed to be your protector

So one night, the trio convinced the other trio to try and meet the family of their beloved Yn.

“She’s our family! I don’t see why we have to do this” Lydia hissed as they watched their girl walk home. Isaac rolled his eyes “Think about it…. if we ever want Yn to marry us we have to ask for her hand in marriage!”

“She’s ours! We don’t have to ask!” Malia snarled. Stiles shook his head “It’s not right! We need to do it in a traditional fashion!”

Malia huffs as she turned away from him and looked over at Lydia "Tell him I'm about to rip out his throat"

"I'm right here!" Stiles raised his hands up, glaring at the werecoyate.

"Guys" Isaac glared as he caught a view of their beloved Yn. "Malia stop" Scott warned.

"Guys!" Isaac hissed, "Malia, calm down. Don't worry Scott, I'll set up a spa slash massage appointment for us" Lydia hums.

"Guys!" Isaac snarls in annoyance at his partners. Allison huffs "Lydia, that's good but massages can't solve everything. Malia needs to learn how to-"

"Guys!" Isaac yelled, causing Scott to widen his eyes at the outburst. "Isaac...." Scott whispers in a disapproval tone.

Isaac sighed but pointed frantically at the scene before them.

It was their dear Yn with Deucalion.

Scott felt red hot anger mixed with an anxious feeling. Isaac snarled along with Scott who let out a growl. Making Deucalion snap his head towards the direction and pushing Yn behind him.

"Hi guys!" Yn waved, clueless to the tension arising. Deucalion snapped his head at the girl. "Yn get away from him!"

Scott warned as he rushed towards her. Deucalion snarled as he pushed her futher back. "Daddy don't!"

It felt as if time had stopped. Each member of the pack stood in shock.

"Daddy?" Allison choked out.

"Daddy... meet the pack... pack... meet my dad"

[allaboutthedongs]

Cheater | Four | 18+

☆ Pairing: Idol!Jaehyun x Female reader (x Mark)

☆ Genre: smut, slight angst

☆ Word count: 3.4 K

☆ Warnings: Infidelity, toxic relationship, cursing, dirty talk, dom!jaehyun, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), slight degradation, exhibitionist kink?, mentions of an accident, hospital, cuts, bruises, etc. Just filth, pwp as always.

☆ Prompt of the series: What should’ve been just a simple visit to your boyfriend, turned into a night of filthy pleasure with his friend when you both notice that you were alone at the dorm.

☆ A/n: Really hope you like this chapter and keep supporting this story. Like and/or reblog if you like it. Reposting cuz tags were not working again.

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“Mark had an accident while filming something with his Dream members” Jaehyun rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, Jaemin just sent me a voicenote letting me know.”

“I can’t believe that even from a distance, in the end Mark managed to ruin our perfect weekend.” he huffed in annoyance.

You could understand Jaehyun’s annoyance and frustration, you also didn’t want to think about Mark while you were with him, but you couldn’t help but feel really worried about Mark. Maybe this was a sign of life trying to tell you that your place was with him, not with Jaehyun.

Jaehyun noticed your change in mood and tried to calm you down a bit by telling you that it was probably nothing serious and that Mark would be fine, but he couldn’t ignore the uneasiness forming in his stomach when he wanted to kiss you one more time and you didn’t kiss him back. Jealousy, jealousy again because of Mark.

The flight to Seoul seemed to take forever, and you kept thinking about Mark. Despite what you and Jaehyun were doing, you still cared a lot about him, you had to admit he was a great guy after all. As soon as the plane landed, you both headed to the hospital to see him.

Taeyong and Doyoung were in the waiting room, the dreamies were in the cafeteria trying to calm down a bit.

“Oh, you’re finally here! Why did you take so long?” Taeyong said as soon as he saw you appear.

“How’s Mark? What happened?” you asked in desperation,

Doyoung turned to look at you both in surprise “Why did you two arrive together?”

“We just met here, at the hospital entrance” Jaehyun replied pissed

“Why does it matter, Doyoung?! I just need to know how Mark is,” you said annoyed.

Taeyong watched the scene without understanding why everyone was starting to get upset, “Okay, let’s all calm down!”

“I’m calmed, but it’s Doyoung who’s asking a stupid question at a time like this!” although you claimed to be calm, between being worried about Mark and Doyoung trying to prove a point, it was pretty obvious you were about to lose control.

“Why are you getting so pissed off over a simple question, Y/N?” Doyoung seemed determined to push all your buttons.

“Just shut the fuck up, Doyoung!” Jaehyun shouted,

“Mark was filming a scene where he was supposed to fly, but something happened and his harness came loose causing him to fall from several meters in the air.”

You gasped imagining the moment

“Fortunately it’s not as bad as it sounds, but he was unconscious and has several fractures, he’s in surgery right now.”

“Oh, my goodness! Poor Mark.”

“Have they notified his family yet?” asked Jaehyun.

“No, the company wants to wait until Mark is out of surgery to give notice to his family, so as not to worry them too much since they can’t be here.”

“Yes, it’s better to tell them when the worst is over and Mark is completely out of danger,” you agreed with him, “Can I wait here with you, guys?”

“Sure, Y/N! I don’t see why not, you are his girlfriend, after all,” said Doyoung with an almost imperceptible hint of irony, taking a seat next to you. “Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?” he whispered to you.

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” you answered pinching your nose bridge.

“Well… I’m gonna ask you anyway.” he shrugged a bit.

“Why did it take you so many hours to get here if your apartment and your work are so close to the hospital?”

“I was working and my boss didn’t let me come right away,”

“Oh, I get you.” he stared at you and Jaehyun “You know what’s really interesting? That you’re both slightly tanned, but Seoul has been cloudy and rainy all week.”

“You know what, Doyoung?” Jaehyun leaned to whisper at his ear, not wanting Taeyong to hear him. “Fuck off,”

Hours passed and finally, a doctor came out to give you all news about Mark.

“He is out of surgery and is stable. We predict we’ll discharge him in a week. Seeing how well he feels, maybe even earlier. He is resting now, but you can see him.”

You gulped hard and closed your eyes for a moment when you stopped at the door of the private suite. Taking a deep breath you opened the door and came in. You looked in his direction and you let out the air from your lungs.

He had his right hand bandaged, his left leg up, a lot of bruises and cuts, you could see stitches on his forehead. You thanked the universe he was sleeping so he couldn’t see you crying.

Once again the guilt was killing you inside. You felt guilty about hadn’t come sooner, about being a terrible girlfriend, that you were fucking his friend while he was hurt and suffering. He truly didn’t deserve any of that.

That night when you arrived at your apartment, you couldn’t help but cry yourself to sleep. For the first time, you allowed yourself to feel guilt and really sink into that feeling. You were so confused and disgusted about the person you had become.

The next morning, you picked up your phone determined to change the course of your life.

“I’m sorry, but I think we should stop seeing each other Jae, at least for a while. I have a lot of things to think about and my mind is spinning, plus the guilt is killing me inside. Maybe this was all a mistake from the beginning, we shouldn’t have gotten carried away with desire and now, we are mistaking this with love when it’s probably just lust. Please don’t look for me, I really need to clear my mind and I think you should do it too. When I feel ready, I’ll call you.” and turned off your phone as soon as you sent Jaehyun the message.

A week later Mark was discharged from the hospital and you decided to pick him up and take him to his dorm along with his manager and Jungwoo.

“Are you two gonna be alone today?” you asked trying to hide your curiosity as to know whether Jaehyun was there or not when you entered the apartment pushing Mark’s wheelchair.

“There’s Jaehyun too, but I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s been in a really bad mood lately and keeps locking himself in our room,” Jungwoo said shrugging. “He barely comes out if he hasn’t a schedule,”

“Well, we all have bad moments, I hope he gets over it soon,” you told them in an attempt to downplay the issue and change the subject.

You spent the whole afternoon in the room with Mark and Jungwoo, until you noticed that it was getting dark outside and you had to leave.

“Thank you so much for coming to check on me, my love.” Mark reached up cupping your cheek with his free hand to give you a chaste kiss on the lips.

“You have nothing to thank me for, Mark. I love you and worry a lot about you, but now I feel more at ease knowing you’re accompanied at home and feeling a bit better,” you smiled at him getting up from the edge of his bed to grab your purse.

“Yeah, don’t worry about him Y/N, I’ll spend the night here in his room, taking care of my baby Markie,” Jungwoo said pinching his friend’s cheeks, making him laugh.

“I know Woo, there’s no one better than you to take care of him. Thanks, you’re the best!” You gave your friend a warm hug.

“Do you want me to walk you to the front door, Y/N?” Jungwoo offered.

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary, Mark already gave me a set of keys. You’d better stay with him.”

“Okay, see ya!”

“I love you,” Mark shouted from his bed.

“I love you too,” you replied awkwardly and closed his door feeling your stomach lurch at the lie you had just told. You sighed and made your way to the front door carefully not to trip as it was already after dusk and all the lights were down, but when you were about to open the front door, you felt a hand gripping your arm tightly.

“I love you too,” a mocking voice whispered behind you. “What a liar,”

Oh, no… the person you’d tried to avoid for days was right there.

“What were you doing in Mark’s room?” Jaehyun asked, turning you aggressively towards him.

“What the f-” you whined as he dragged you to his bedroom and locked the door.

“I asked you something,” tightening his grip on your forearm.

“Keep your voice down, someone might hear us!” you whisper-shouted to him, and he just went over his speaker to turn up the volume so your voices could be muffled by the loud volume of the music.

“I came to check on him! We were just hanging out with Jungwoo. He wanted to show me the new song he’d been working on!” you replied with annoyance.

“And was it really necessary for you to come hang out with him all afternoon?!”

“What did you expected me to do, Jaehyun? Let me remind you that Mark is still my boyfriend,”

“Yes, yes I know and that’s precisely my problem!”

“Hey, it wouldn’t be that easy to break up with him and even worse now that he’s hurt. Imagine the damage I would do to him right now!”

“And don’t you think about how much you are hurting me?” You remained silent not knowing what to answer, and he imprisoned you against the door.

“You come in here pretending to be the perfect, loving concerned girlfriend when just a week ago you had my cock drilling into you to the pit of your stomach as you moaned and screamed my name, begging me to fuck you harder!”

“Shut up, Jaehyun,” you said through gritted teeth.

“We spent together the most amazing weekend of my life, I confessed you all my feelings, I openly declared my love for you, I made love to you for hours like I’ve never made love to anyone before, and what have I received in return?” he snorted heavily, “A fucking text message telling me that we just shouldn’t see each other anymore! Y/N, I really thought that we were finally on the same page.”

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” tears began pooling in your eyes.

“No, and let me tell you something, Y/N. I don’t know what fucked up game you’re playing, but I’ve had enough! This was the last time you played with my feelings,” he was so mad, you could clearly see a pulsing vein on his forehead and his ears getting bright red.

“I’m not playing! Listen, I’m just… so fucking confused, I truly don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, I’m gonna help you clear your mind, then.”

“Yeah, how?” you snorted rolling your eyes.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb until my name and the pleasure of my cock filling you up are the only things in your mind,” Jaehyun gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling your face closer until he could slam his lips upon yours. You whimpered at the rough contact, but your whimper quickly turned to a moan as soon as he brought your bodies together by grabbing your butt harshly.

“Wait! Jae…” you gasped for air, “Mark and Jungwoo are right in the next room! We, we can’t d-” you said stuttering a bit.

“I don’t give a shit, anymore.” and he kissed you harder than before shutting you up as you were about to say something.

The two of you moved further into Jaehyun’s bedroom, hands exploring each other’s bodies as if was the first time. Pulling you backwards until the back of your legs collided with the edge of his bed, causing you to kinda topple on it, he hovered over you not breaking the kiss at all. You slid your hand down his body to unbutton his jeans, eager to feel him.

“Actually, I’m not sure if you deserve to get my dick right now,” he said pulling out from you, his signature teasing face: tongue in cheek and rolling his eyes, paired with a small scoff.

“Don’t tease me, or-” you warned him, propping up on your elbows before he cut you off.

“Or what?” pouting, he leaned closer to you, pulling your face up to look at him with a thumb on your chin. You could feel his warm breath on your face.

You cupped his cheeks to kiss him harshly and desperately, making you both moan into each other’s mouths. He immediately wanted to take advantage and dom you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, which you sucked earning a deep growl from him.

“Uh-uh.” he stepped back a little “That’s not how it works this time, baby. You’ll have to work for it.“

"You’re such a cocky motherfucker,” he was getting on your nerves already.

“Yeah, and you love it, don’t you?” he scoffed pulling down his jeans along with his underwear, letting them pool on his ankles. Once his dick was free, he stroked himself looking at you, his eyes darkening. You just nodded at his question.

Regardless of the lust in his eyes, making eye contact with him wasn’t not only felt incredibly intimate for you but there was something mesmerizing and comforting in the way Jaehyun always looked at you, even on those passionate and lustful moments that made your heart melt.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded.

Only a few seconds passed before you leaned forward, a long string of obscenities spilling from his mouth as you parted your lips to run your tongue along the underside of his cock to the tip and hollowed your cheeks to suck more of him. Your eyes never leaving Jaehyun’s to gauge his reaction. He was loving it, of course. You could tell so, by the way he reached forward to lace his fingers in your hair and he curled his hand into a tight fist, a deliciously sharp pain spreading across your scalp.

You bobbed your head, relishing in the feeling of his cock filling your mouth, and your eyes fell shut as you took his length deeper and deeper with each stroke. The tip easily reached the back of your throat each time you went down. You gagged and coughed, knowing how much he loved that.

“Good girl, that’s my girl,” he whispered while slowly guiding you even further down his length. Jaehyun’s reactions were ungodly satisfying as he threw his head back toward the ceiling and instantly tightens his grip on your hair. Your clit was already throbbing even if he hadn’t touched you yet and you felt the urge to rub it, so you did.

“Fuck, fuck. Okay, stop or I’m gonna cum.” He chuckled playfully pulling you off from his dick as a string of saliva drew from the disconnect.

Pulling you by your hair, tilted your head upwards at him and he leaned down to kiss you. Open mouths, moans, tongues lapping and fighting for dominance, spit mixing. One of the hottest kisses you had ever experienced, and you both were loving it.

While you were still kissing desperately, Jaehyun grabbed the hem of your dress tugging it upwards to take it off, and stripped you naked.

“Lay on your side, princess,”

And you did as you were told, facing his door meanwhile, he finally finished getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

You could hardly contain the excitement you felt bubbling in your stomach and at other places as well, you were finally going to have Jaehyun inside you after that amazing weekend and having thought he would never fuck ever you again.

Jaehyun laid down behind you, a hand on your hip to pressing your ass against his incredibly hard dick. “I’m gonna remind you who you belong to” He menaced giving your ass a hard slap before reaching around your body to rub circles on your wet, swollen clit.

You whimpered and covered your mouth instantly knowing you’d be a moaning mess in his hands as his fingers worked magic on you, but must’ve been quiet because you’re not alone this time.

Every squirm had you bumping your ass up into his cock craving to finally have him fill you up, but just when his tip was about to enter your already soaking hole, a knock on the door had you both halting your movements.

“Jae, we’re gonna order fried chicken. Would you like some?” Jungwoo’s upbeat voice at the other side of the door, but Jaehyun decided to ignore him.

When Jungwoo didn’t get a response, a jiggle on the doorknob had you panicking, wanting to get up and hide somewhere. “Why is the door locked?” he asked and you felt a little bit relieved knowing he couldn’t open the door easily.

“No, I don’t want. Leave me alone!” Jaehyun, being the unbothered king he is, just tightened his grip on your hips and then, lifted your leg in the air and entered you fully without warning, making you yelp.

The stretch made you shudder with pleasure, and you just relaxed into him adjusting to his large size. You failed at bitting back another moan as Jaehyun buried his face in your neck leaving wet kisses.

“Wait, are you watching porn?” Jungwoo asked giggling amused. Your whimpers were still slightly audible despite the loud music, but not enough to realize it was actually you.

Jaehyun laughed at his gullibility, “Yes, I am. Now, go away!” He began to move his hips inside you, long thrusts that shook your body each time he entered.

Jungwoo scoffed on the other side, “Okay. Have fun, naughty boy!” and then, his shadow disappeared from under the door.

“Fuck, is this making you even wetter?” Jaehyun asked amused, feeling you clenching hard around his cock. You just nodded in response trying not to make any noise.

“Imagine if I hadn’t locked the door and Jungwoo or Mark saw my cock filling you up to the brim. Would you like that?” his hips pounding harder into you, rougher and faster than before. You could feel everything of him, every inch, every pulsing vein on his dick…

“What would Mark think if he knew that his cute girlfriend is such a slut for his friend? That you are always so eager to spread your beautiful legs for me, willing to take me so well, milking my cock and letting me fill you with my cum, just the way you like,” he said, drilling angrily into you so hard that you felt his cock at the pit of your stomach with every thrust.

“What if he knew that I own your body?”

Jaehyun was looking down at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the tight grip you had on the sheets. His dirty words pushing you to the edge.

“I… Fuck! I’m, gon– cum.” The words scrambled in your scattered, empty brain.

“Don’t hold back, princess. Be as loud as you want, let them find out what’s going on between us, and let’s end this farce once and for all.” he started rubbing circles on your clit once again and you squeezed him so well that he felt his own release approaching. “Cum on my dick, baby girl. I want to feel you losing control.”

Feeling your legs shaking from the pleasure, your orgasm crashed over you while you were holding onto his sheets for your life and grabbed a pillow in a desperate attempt to muffle your whimpers. Jaehyun kept fucking you through your high, slamming your hips down to match his, so fast and rough that it almost had you crying out of the intensity.

With a last growl and a full deep thrust, you felt his dick pumping and filling you up with his hot cum.

“I’m sorry for calling you a slut,”

“Don’t worry, it was so fucking hot,” you told grinning at him and he couldn’t help but kiss you tenderly.

He pulled out and turned you around to face him. “Stay the night here with me. Tomorrow morning I’ll help you to sneak out,” you just nodded, way too worn out to speak, let alone getting up, dressing, and driving to your apartment. He kissed your temple and sat you both up.

“Wait a minute, I’ll be right back with some water and something to clean us up. Get yourself comfortable on my bed.” and he left his room just in his briefs, leaving you feeling lightest than ever as if you had a clear conscience, unaware of the chaos that was about to come to change all your lives forever.

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[queen-of-the-night-lights]

Beautiful (Omega x Mom!Reader x Bad Batch)

A/N: So, I have been seeing all of these other stories with a few scenes of the reader being a mom towards Omega and then the rest of the story being with a member of the batch. While I love those my brain went “ Give this little girl done love and support” and I came up with this story which is basically Omega and the reader just hanging out by themselves. ( I also left the ending open so you can imagine the batch member of your choosing😉)

Warnings: None/fluff

Plot: The reader does Omegas make-up for the first time.

“ What are you doing?” The young girl asked innocently. She caused you to jump slightly, it has taken a while to get used to a new voice around the ship. “ People on this planet wear a large amount of make-up so I decided to wear some while I go out to get food and supplies. Here I would stand out much more if I didn’t wear any, opposed to if I did.” You explained brushing on some finishing touches. Meanwhile Omega just watched you, she has never seen anything even close to what you were doing, but then again she didn’t know much about anything outside Kamino.

When you finished you turned to the child and asked “ What do you think?” She smiled and said “ It looks good. A little weird because you look a little different, but still good.” She gave a soft chuckle “ Well thank you, I appreciate your honesty.” Just as you were about to put your makeup away Omega chimed in “ Can I try some on?” You turned back to the girl as she gave you a curious and pleading look. With a small smile on your face you approved with a “ Sure. Come sit down.”

You stood up from your vanities chair to let her sit in it hoping it would make her feel special, in some weird way that’s how you thought of the chair. Pulling a stool close so that you could sit while helping her. “ Lets see...” You said studying Omegas face, you didn’t want to put too much makeup on her since this is probably her first time putting anything on her face. While doing this you noticed many qualities she did share with other clones, making Techs statement a few weeks ago resonate with you. She of course was very different from Regs just like the rest of the batch was, but little traits here and there are where you can tell they are related.

“ Okay so, since I don’t want to put too much on you just incase you have a poor reaction to the makeup, we are just going to do yours a little lighter than mine.” You explained and she nodded in acknowledgment before asking “ What do you mean by reaction?” You then explained how some makeup isn’t compatible with people’s skin and how sometimes people have allergic reactions. After noticing the slight nervousness on the kids face you soothed her by telling her that you only use hypoallergenic makeup and the likelihood of her having a reaction would be very low, but you just want to be careful. After that reasoning she seemed to have gone back to her usual curious nature. “ So usually we would start with foundation, that this part that covers the entire face...” you gestured a circle around yours as you continued “ ...but since I don’t have your exact skin tone of foundation , we are going to use this powder.”

Showing her the brush and translucent powder. “ Now let me know at anytime if you are uncomfortable. Then I will stop and we will make sure everything is okay.” With that you started gently brushing the powder along her face. She giggled at first “ It tickles.” You smiled at her adorable laugh “ Yes it does at first, but I need you to try to hold still the best you can okay?” She then nodded and you continued. The brush was big and soft she had never felt anything like it before. It was a nice feeling as you gently brushed and stippled along her face. You then decided to skip the eye shadow primer and things such as that. Those are for another time when you could teach her longer and had more makeup for her to try.

“ Next, I’m going to have you close your eyes and we are going to use this brush with these two colors and put them right on your eyelids. After that I’m going to wet this brush and put a little line of eyeliner on. That’s this around the base of my eyelashes.” You explained closing your own eyes. She smiled and closed her eyes trusting you not to hurt her. You and the boys always made sure that she was comfortable, no matter what. However there was this different feeling she had towards you than with the others. While she trusted them and loved being around them, there was this different kind of feeling of care you gave off. Maybe it was that “mother” feeling the others told her you had. You just seemed to know the right thing to say and how to say it. You also knew exactly what everyone needed when sometimes they didn’t know themselves.

“ (Y/N), can I ask you something?” As you switched colors you replied in a calm yet reassuring tone “ Of course.” “ How did you learn to do makeup?” You smiled at her question as memories started to fill your head. Taking a breath you explained “ I used to watch my mom. My mother she was, beautiful. With or without make up she had the ability it make a transport ship stop in its tracks. She had these two friends and sometimes they would all put their makeup on together before they would go out. They had this setup where they would put all their mirrors, like this one, all together in a row in front of this huge window we had at my family’s house. And from there I would watch them and think ‘ I can not wait until I am old enough to play with this stuff.’ “ As you finished your story you told Omega to open her eyes and instructed her on the next step. “ It’s all coming together now! This next part is a little scary, but I promise I will not poke you in the eye. I’m going to take this mascara wand and gently put this on your eyelashes.” Omega nodded an okay, then you explained “ Okay, I’m going to need to open your eyes really really wide and look right here.”

You pointed right at where your neck meets your collar bone and quickly put on the mascara. You remember how uncomfortable you were the first time you had it put on for you. Omega seemed a little more relieved after you put it on as well. She then blinked and fluttered her eyes as they adjusted to the new sensation. She then looked back up to you with your soft smile still adorned on your face and asked “ Do you think I’m pretty?” A little taken back you then confidently answered “ Yes Omega, you are very pretty. You have these big, round, and bright eyes, a cute nose...” you said giving her a light tap on her nose to emphasize your point. That caused her to scrunch it up and let out a little laugh. “ And you have this amazing smile.”

Omega had a small blush creep on to her face as you complimented her. You can’t imagine her life back on Kamino, even though she probably treated differently from the rest, you knew that her life, her beginning of her childhood must have been hard. Yet she almost always seemed happy. “ Alright here’s where the hard decision comes in, for your lips do you want a solid color or something shiny.” You said holding a lipstick and a lipgloss in each hand. “ Definitely the shiny one.” She said pointing to the one in your right hand.

“ Excellent choice! Now I’m going to ask you to make a really weird faces. Kinda make your lips go like this.” Omega then mimicked the pursing of your lips making sure she was doing it right. You always thought it was cute when she would try to do the same actions as you all did in the ship, her favorite person to mimic was Hunter, but you couldn’t blame her. “ Alright, now we blot. We want to make sure that our lipstick or lipgloss doesn’t stick or wear off to easily.” Grabbing a tissue of the vanity and showing her what you wanted her to do. Making you lips form a line and gently putting them together, but not actually putting the tissue in your mouth.

Once Omega finished you stood up and asked “ Are you ready to take a look?” She nodded her head with excitement and you spun the chair around to have her face the mirror. You saw her eyes widen and get bigger, if that was even possible, as they filled with wonder. A small whisper of her exclaiming “ woah” left her as she looked at the makeup you did. A bit of pride and affection towards the girl swelled in your chest as the girl copied the head tilts you did earlier as you finished your own makeup. “ Beautiful.”

She smiled as she continued to admire your work “ Thank you!” She exclaimed with a beaming smile looking up at you. “ You are very welcome, but you have to remember it is never the makeup that makes you look pretty, it’s how you treat others and what is on the inside that makes you beautiful.” When you finished that statement Omega turned the chair around and gave you a hug. With tears pricking your eyes you hugged her back. You felt bad for everyone that lived on Kamino, you remember the first time you hugged the others and they were a little taken back and confused by the gesture. Omega however was different due to her young age and hugged you quite often. You wished her the best in the galaxy and wanted to protect her and your boys, your family from any danger.

The hugged lasted a while but you didn’t care, what the two of you didn’t know was that someone was watching you from the doorway. His heart swelled at the interaction between the two of you. He wasn’t there long, he had only been standing there a few minuets. Everyone seemed to have changed a little when Omega came on to the team, and while you didn’t change as much as the others your personality amplified. The way you are able to take care of them became more noticeable, you just had this amazing way with all of them and your ability to care so much.

Everything you did was amazing, making sure they we’re rested, making sure that they had eaten, that they didn’t overwork themselves, reassuring them when they had doubts, and giving hope. He started feeling different about you after the first few months of you being with them. Back then he didn’t know how to describe what he was feeling, but now he knew. He had fallen in love with you. Seeing you with Omega assured him that you would always be there with his family and that you wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt them. He wanted a life with you, his brothers, and Omega. No one will ever take that dream away from him, ever.

[babytaes]

the originals (you belong)

summary: The Mikaelsons family stumbles across a plot to assassinate the Prince. Despite Klaus’ judgement, you are determined to take on that challenge with the help of some magic. You demonstrate to them and to yourself that you BELONG!

paring: jake x female reader

genre: angst, slight fluff, slight smut/suggestive

word count: 7k

warnings: suggestive scene

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➳ part of the drunk & dazed series

a/n: i’m not a big fan of this work, i don’t know what it is but i feel like it could be better. I didn’t do my routine thorough read so forgive me for any mistakes. thank you for waiting for this member. enjoy and much love from babytaes. :)

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"This is not allowed, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

Hearing footsteps behind you, a hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shutting the door behind you as he gently pushes you up against the wall.

"Don't pretend you haven't been keeping an eye on me for the past few weeks. I'm sure you want it as much as I do, y/n.”

Licking your lips, you slap his hands off of you and make your way to his massive bed as you fall back.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's just your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaching the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you yanked his hand away from you and dashed to the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

“Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family"

It wasn't the finest decision to leave him standing there, but it was necessary for your protection. You wouldn't want to jeopardize the next person in line.

Even if something might have worked with him, the risk was too high.

Everyone should be cautious when they're among the Milkasons, including the youngest.

It wasn't all bad being with the Mikaelsons. They were like a second family to you, despite the fact that you had only met them millennium before. It was strange to find them on that fateful day.

You never know when the all-powerful Originals will appear on your doorstep and request to look after their brother.

It seemed strange. Right?

"Calm down, brother; we'll find a place." We wouldn't be in this situation if you quit yelling and spreading mayhem all over the place."

Klaus ignores his brother and knocks on a cottage door, rolling his eyes at him.

"Oh, Elijah, just shut up; you're just trying to prove me wrong."

Elijah straightens himself as he hears light footsteps approaching the door and approaches the madam who opens it.

"Hello-, your mother bowed down to them and swiftly looked down."

Elijah takes a step in front of his sibling, who is rambling to your mother. Nothing is audible to you. Even so, you see a boy from behind the corner. He appears to be your age and is hidden behind the towering man.

As he moves from behind the man and toward the back, you snicker and watch him through the windows as he approaches the back door.

As you walk through it, you come face to face with the curious boy.

"Hello, my name is Jake; how about you?" He extends his hand, and you eagerly examine it.

"My name is y/n."  Do you want to join me in my game? "I don't have anyone to play with." As you drag him to your makeshift playhouse, you grasp his hand in yours and shake it hard.

You and he hit it off right away when you were outside. You didn't have many friends, so having someone to play house with was very entertaining at your young age

"Hey, come back," He said as he snatched your toy vehicle, making you and him giggle. "Give it back," you insist  

The two men and your mother were standing by the rear door, staring at you two. 

"I believe he will be a perfect fit. Don't worry, I'll do my best." Before summoning Jake over, Klaus and Elijah thanked your mother one again.

They said their goodbyes and walked away, and your memories were about to start.

---

You and Jake have been inseparable since then; it's always been you two against the world. Despite the fact that you and he come from two different worlds, you manage to make it work on occasion.

You stood far away from the commotion, watching the royal family squabble over royal matters. Jake had just been summoned, and you took a step back, not wanting to cause any disruption.

Despite the fact that they could clearly hear and see you, you continued to stand there.

"Brother, we wouldn't be in this stupid situation if it weren't for your inconvenient behavior once more."

Life is always tumultuous when you basically grow up with a group of originals. I don't think there has ever been a moment when someone wasn't screamed at, killed, or cursed.

It's always something with them.

Jake looks at you, rolling his eyes and making a variety of facial expressions. He loved his life except for this part.

His family 

Your mother took him in and practically raised him when you were younger. You never understood why his family always left him behind. It seems like just because his family was on the run at the time they couldn't or didn't have time to look after him.

As a result, when he reached adulthood, he was able to take his rightful place in the kingdom, and because your family took on that responsibility, you were granted permission to remain in the kingdom.

I mean, the enormous rooms and countless bathrooms never get old, noo. Even though everything appeared to be all in good humor, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Feeling as if you've never belonged there 

You were a vampire with most of their powers, but you lacked the "royal," and no matter how hard you tried, you could never fit into their mold.

You take one last look at the family, shake your head, and then walk away. You still have a lot of work ahead of you.

You arrive at your mother's room slowly and open it to see her folding laundry. As you approached her and sat down on her, her demeanor brightened.

"You do know you're pretty heavy, sweetie?"

"Mmh," you mutter under your breath as you roll away from her and to the ground. To pass the time, you take a shirt and begin folding it.

"Mom?"

As she continued to fold, she hummed a quiet yes.

"What made you decide to take on such a difficult duty as raising Prince Jake?" She let go of the blouse in her hand as she came to a halt and stared at you. She sighs as she takes a seat next to you and tells you about that fateful day.

Your mother was inside talking to the royal family as you played in the backyard with your new friend.

She dropped her head and gazed up at Elijah and Klaus, saying, "It is such an honor to have you both in my company."

Making their way over to the table, they all sat down and discussed ways of how you could best protect him.

"We don't know when or for how long we'll be on the run, but we're prepared to pay any charge if that time comes."

As Klaus' voice boomed over the table, she shook her head at them, her hand trembling.

"We have to get out of here; I sense them." Elijah gave his troubled brother a stern look and motioned him to leave. He was in a hurry and dashed out of the house.

Elijah reached into his back pocket and placed a bag of coins on the table. He swiftly thanked you after scouting the front entrance.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but forgive our ill-timed intrusion. I'll make arrangements for payments to come from the castle every week. I'd like to thank you in advance for everything you've done for us."

Elijah nodded before sprinting into the woods in pursuit of his brother. She smiles as you take it all in and grab the bag of coins from the table.

"This is for you, love, Rest in peace, my dear."

As she make her way to the back, she calls over the two rowdy children and embrace them in a hug. As she looked at them both, they both smiled. You watched as she squatted down and spoke, holding them in her hands.

"So those two lovely gentlemen who just came by were members of the royal family, as you may know y/n, and they have entrusted us to watch and maintain track of this handsome little boy," Jake squirmed around as his face reddened as you pinched his cheek.

"For the time being, we'll do our best to make this the best time for him." Before embracing Jake in an embrace, your daughter cast a glance at him. As you gazed at the scene in front of you, a warm flush spread across your chest as you imagined the days you three would spend together..

"So it was difficult at the time, and due to your father's death and financial difficulties, it was only a matter of time before we were thrown out on the street. So, aside from the age-old law of not disobeying the royal family, it was now or never."

Your smile crept across your face as you shook your head up and down. Your mother was your role model, the woman who always wore a grin on her face and never let the world bring her down. She was daring, loving, and brave, and she did it all despite the fact that she had recently become a single mother. Moms have a lot of strength.

"Ahh, I see. Dad would be incredibly proud of you and all of your efforts."

She grinned as she threw her shirt in your direction.

"Ahh- stop"

*Knock Knock*

As you and your mother stood up to tell them to come in, a guard approached you both and communicated a message.

"You are required in the Prince chambers, Ms. Y/n." You bowed down and pecked your mum on the cheek before taking your place behind the guard.

---

You thanked the guard as you entered inside the familiar area after arriving at the enormous set of bronzed yet golden doors. When you peek inside, you notice him lying on the floor; as you carefully approached his side, you smiled and hovered over him.

"You asked for me, right? I'm going to leave if this isn't something significant." Jake gently rises, his head resting on his gigantic bed.

"It's nothing major, but I do have a request," he says. As you faced him, your eyes widened. As he turned to face you, he exuded a princely radiance. He leaned forward and lingered near your lips, his gaze fixed on you.

You leapt to your feet, terrified and intrigued, and shoved him back as you took a step back.

"Excuse my language, Jake, but what the hell was that?"  As he got up and approached you, he cocked his head to the side.

"My request?" He snatched your hands and held them in his. You'd never been caressed with such gentleness before. It was an unfamiliar sensation that made you feel warm but strange.

"This is not permitted, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

A hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shuts the door behind you and gently pushes you up against the wall, hearing footsteps behind you.

"Don't act like you weren't eyeing me these past weeks. I know you want this just as much as I do y/n."

You smack his hands off of you and make your way to his large bed as you fall back, licking your lips.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's simply your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaking the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you shoved his hand away from you and opened the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

"Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family."

As you turned the corner and ran down the corridor, you left him stunned and in disarray. You didn't stop running until you were outdoors, far away from the castle, in the fabled garden.

As you fall on top of the fountain, the tears won't stop flowing. The day was slipping away as your sobs drew the attention of a curious woman. It wasn't until she sat next to you and spoke to you that you realized it.

"One of those days, huh?"

As she stretched her hand to you, you shrieked and fell back on your hands, frightened and terrified.

"Sorry for scaring you, hun; I didn't intend to. Haven't we all had awful days? My name is Davina, by the way." As she helped you up to the edge of the fountain, you took her hand in yours.

"Thanks for asking, today is one of these days." "So, may I ask what the problem is?" she asked, smiling as she moved closer to you.

"I miss my father and all that made up his eccentric character. He would know what to do." you sniffled as you glanced up at the girl with a welcome atmosphere.

She leapt to her feet and squealed, extending her hand "I enjoy helping others. In this area, I do have the upper hand. Allow me to demonstrate." You took her hand in yours after a brief moment of hesitation.

You had never expected a witch to be able to assist you, but you were willing to try. She waved to her neighbor across the street as she unlocked her door. As she arranged her stuff, she turned on the lamp and signaled for you to come sit at her table.

"Please take a seat; I won't bite. Maybe" You chuckled as you sat in the wooden chair, having forgotten that the witches lived in this neighborhood. It's not like they were exiled, but you hardly had time to check in on them and the rest of the group.

Everyone looked to be so comfortable in their own little world. Why couldn't you seem to fit in anywhere?

"All right, all right, we're ready; don't worry, it won't hurt."

"What might hur-'' As the knife quickly passed across your palm, you felt a searing feeling.

'What the hell, Davina,' you exclaimed." She chuckled as she put yout palm over a stone bowl and watched the blood drip into it.

"Sorry"

As the blood began to bubble up in the stone bowl, you pouted. As her hands swiveled around the bowl, Davine began to speak phrases you couldn't comprehend. As your eyes blinked quicker, your head began to spin.

"What's going on?" you exclaim. When she opened her eyes, you could see white orbs replacing her natural ones.

"We're ready."

---

You passed out as you receded back into your chair. Awoken Davina took your hand in hers and escorted you outside. This time, though, things were different; the day had turned to darkness, and everything appeared to be dissimilar. The town has turned completely around.

"Where are we?" As she turned to face you, she laughed.

"A better question is when are we. The spell I casted transported us to a time when I hoped you would learn something new and put things into perspective." For the 23rd time today, she began to tug you. Your heart began to drop as you arrived at your house, well, the one in the past, as you beamed at that. As you let her hand fall from yours, your nerves were heightened. As you took a step back, you began to feel panicked.

"Noo-nooo wait, how did you do this?" you say as you fall to your knees and cover your eyes. You could feel her hands on your back as she gently caressed it.

"I know, it's crazy, y/n. I just pulled some old memories back to life. I won't leave your side if you're afraid." As you saw the familiar image in front of you, you slowly pushed forward.

"Just don't leave." As you walked through the front door, you held her hand in yours. Everything seems so blurry at this point; you were just a small child, and your life was about to alter dramatically.

"Hey sweetie, go tell your father to go get some firewood. Okay?" As you crawled down off the stool and out the door, you smiled. As he turned to face you, your little feet found their way to your father's side.

"There's my little princess. What exactly do you need?" He massaged your backside as he hauled you onto his lap.

"Mommy said to get wood, and I wanna come too, daddy. May I, pretty please." He sighed as he looked at his watch, it was fairly dark, but the wood wasn't far away.

"Yes, you are welcome to join me. You're a big girl now. So you gotta help daddy out, okay?"

As you and Davina stood on the sidelines watching everyone make their way to the woodpile, you wished you had done more for him.

"All right, sweetie, you can carry one and I'll take care of the rest." You squealed as you clutched a small, almost insignificant log in your arms. As he placed a twig in your batch, he gazed down at his girl.

"Daddy, I think that's all I can carry." As he and you both began heading back to the home, you both laughed.

As the horror grew, you turned around and began crying on Davina's shoulder. You knew what was going to happen, but you couldn't bear the thought of having to go through it again. As Davina turned to face you, you felt her hands on your shoulders.

"You must see for yourself. It is the only option."

As tears flood down your cheeks, you slowly open your eyes and look at the scene.

"Thanks for helping daddy, sweetheart." "Mommy would be so proud of you." He kissed you on the head as he knelt down to you.

"You're welcome, Daddy. "Now that I'm a big girl, I can do huge things." He smiled as he took another glance around. " As your mouth enlarged, you dropped your logs. Your father's life vanished before your eyes in an instant.

As his body went slack, he fell to the ground, and you began to scream. As words slurred from your mouth, he began to shiver.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" HELP, MOMMY." As he held you in his hug, your small body slumped forward into your father's chest.

Your mother's footsteps were quick to arrive as she knelt down and took up your father, holding him in her arms.

"Honey, I'm right here," she says. A tear streamed down his cheek as he glanced up at his beautiful girls.

"Never forget that I love you all." And then, as he fell limp on your mother's lap, life left his eyes. As you gazed up at your mother, the screams resonated across the forest. Her eyes were welling up with tears.

You had no idea what was going on, but you knew something had changed.

"What's wrong with daddy, Mommy?" She slowly turns to you, pulling you closer to her breast and kissing you on the head with moist lips.

"He's gone, daddy's gone."

----

"NOo, noo stop this. I don't want to remember this." As Davina chases you down, shouting out to you, you begin to flee the scene. You come to a halt and turn to face her, yelling at her.

"Is this a joke or something? Your spells, you witches." As you fall to the ground grasping your arms and gently rock back and forth, tears begin to flow from your eyes.

Davina finally reaches you and attempts to calm you down by wrapping her arms over your shaking body. Your heart felt like it was racing at 100 miles per hour and you couldn't stop it. Everything seemed a little too real. You didn't want to think about it.

It's not that you didn't believe it; it's just that you didn't want that memory to resurface in your life.

"Just wait and listen to me, y/n. I know it's horrible, but something good came out of it." You push her away from you as you leap to your feet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"How did something wonderful emerge from my father's death, who died in my arms? DAVINA, HOW DAVINA." Davina frowns as she walks around, taking your hand in hers and leading you somewhere.

"You weren't the only one whose loved one was taken from them." You look up at her and stare blankly at her as she comes to a halt at a familiar location.

"How did we end up in front of the castle?" As inaudible sounds flow from her mouth, she begins to swirl her hands around. You stand there in astonishment as you are whisked away to someone's private quarters.

You and Davina both walk into a room where a young boy is crying into the chest of someone. As you recovered consciousness, you noticed that you were surrounded by the Original family, or at least some of them.

"We couldn't get the remedy to her in time." You stood there watching Klaus thrash around as he collided with a vase that shattered on the ground.

You shifted closer to the young kid as you observed him as his brother shouted out to him, "Niklaus." As the rest of the family walked out in tears and small sniffles, you shifted closer to the young child.

Jake was there; you had no idea his mother had died. It had never been mentioned before, so you were taken aback.

The little boy crawled onto his mother's chest as he sobbed into her chest.

"Mommy, come back to me, please."

"I'm ready to leave right now." You took her hand in yours and gripped it strongly. You were prepared for anything the world could throw at you now that you had this new knowledge. Although it was painful to revisit that memory, you chose to use it to your advantage.

Your father raised a fighter, not a wimp. You wanted to honor his memory rather than mourn it, and I feel Jake should as well.

"This is for you, Dad,"

With that, you were transported back to reality, and you found yourself back where you started. You instantly stood up and exited her room.

"Hey, where are you going?" 

You came to a halt, raised your head, and shook your head, saying, "Acceptance."

She waved you off with a smile on her face. You brushed yourself off as you walked out of her house, mentally preparing yourself for the road ahead.

----

You felt more alive when you woke up in this house. Although the work was endless, you earned something greater than it all, A friend. Your mother groaned as you rolled over and landed flat against her backside.

"Mmmh, mom, I think it's time for you to get up." "Mmmh, five more minutes," she mumbles as she yawns on your shoulder. As your body moved up off the bed and towards the blinds, you giggled. You chuckled as you let the blinding light move into the room as you heard your mother's nasty shrieks.

"Sweetie, it's Saturday; it's a free day today. Go hang out with your friends." As you fall to the floor, she kicks your body off the bed. You giggle as you walk towards the shower, scoffing at her acts and mumbling words to her.

"Have you noticed, Mom, that I only have one friend?" You chuckle as you take a step into the shower and let the suds run down your body. As you wash slowly, your thoughts begin to wander.

You were reminded of your previous outburst with Jake as the water flowed over your body.

"Shit"

You felt the chilly air hiss against your body as you stepped out of the shower and hastily wrapped a towel over your body from the shelf. You noticed that the girl in the mirror had a different smile. She felt happier and more grateful.

You cried out to your mother as you opened the door and entered the frame.

"Yes, darling?"

"Get ready. I'd like to take you out for a picnic." She grinned and drew you in for a hug while cocking her head to the side.

"That would be fantastic. I'll take care of everything. You don't worry, okay?" You grinned as you shut the door behind her and returned to your self-pampering.

"It's going to be a terrific day today."

As you rested your head on your mother's shoulder, you held the picnic basket tightly in one hand and your mother's hand in the other. It was moments like these that made you long for your small family. You spread the blanket on the ground and placed the goods on it as you chuckled.

"My two lovely ladies are here."  When you raced towards your father, he stretched his arms open wide for you. Your mother took out her little camera and snapped a candid shot of you two.

"Don't forget about me," as she made her way over, your father pressed a kiss on her lips as you all sat down on the grass.

As you stumbled towards the basket, your little fingers pointed to it, saying, "Mommy, open". Before you saw the glorious fruit in front of you, a small pebble made its way in your path as you trip on it.

As a result, your father gracefully caught your small body in his grip while you giggled.

"My princess, you need to be more cautious. I can't have my pretty girl all beaten up."

You chuckled as you kissed his forehead and said, "OK, daddy, me be careful." You dashed over to your mother's side as he let you go, and she handed you a strawberry.

Your smile widened as you jumped up and did a small dance as you bit into it. Your parents stood there in astonishment as they watched you eat some more fruit.

"Is it good y/n?" You giggled as you ran around them, shaking your head up and down, as they simply watched their exuberant kid spout forth incoherent words. They smiled.

'I love you, honey,' she said. Light kisses on her temples were exchanged by your father while your mother rested her head on his lap.

"I will always love you."

Finally, with everything in place, you sniffle and wipe a stray tear from your eyes. Your mother immediately turned to you and rubbed your arm as she drew you closer to her.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"I miss him," you said as you drew closer to her.

She smiled as she rocked you back and forth, kissing you on the head.

"I miss him as well. This brings back memories of our picnics with him." As you reached for the basket, you shook your head. Before removing the famed strawberries, you smiled. You chuckled as tears streamed down her cheeks after delivering them to your mother.

"Thanks for this, y/n." You were both crying as you rested your head in your mother's lap before entwining your hands.

"Anytime mom, but I do have to get going. I need to speak with someone, and I'd prefer to do so now before the situation escalates."

Before biting on a plump strawberry, she laughs and smirks.

"Tell Jake I said hi." "Wait, how did you know?" you start to stand up as you freeze in place.

As she pushes you toward the gate exit, she shakes her head at you. You blow a kiss to her, embarrassed and honestly surprised, as she yells at you.

"Use protection."

You cringe as you race towards the gate, not even looking back. You came upon a guard at the entrance who winked at you as you stared at him.

"Oh, Mark, shut up." After saluting you, he chuckles and returns to his former stance. Making your way to his chamber, you slowly knock as you hear his voice on the other side of the door.

As you slowly come in, you notice him at his desk, working, and you move your glance in his direction.

"Oh, look who it is?" As your lips fell, his eyes rolled at you.

"Hey," you say as you approach him and take a seat in one of his sofas. They felt like marshmallows, and you spent your days and some nights in them.

"Let me explain before you go all pouty and stirred up." He doesn't even move as he goes about his business. You kick his chair while rolling your eyes at him, eliciting a yelp from him.

"Fine, I'm listening, what?" he says, smiling as he scoots over to you and places his hand on his lap.

Not only did the close proximity make your heart race, but his position didn't help matters either.

"So, for starters, I'd like to apologize for my outburst. We both know if they're a problem we can freely discuss it. That's something that's been on my mind for a while and has now exploded, but it's not your fault. I just don't think I belong."

He approached you with a puzzled expression on his face as he moved forward. You look around, worried, as you cough.

"What?"

"What you just said made me pause because you and this family know how important you and your mother are to all of us, especially to me. I'm sorry you feel that way. My family can be difficult at times."

As you push past him and land on his colossal king-sized bed, you scoff "Yeah, tough how about, protective, vengeful, murderous, and hot-headed? That's a lot better." He laughs as he pushes you over and lays down next to you, a little closer this time.

"I can't argue with that, but you still love us. Right?"

"Yeah, I do love yo-" As you rolled over and smacked your hands in your face, your eyes widened.

"Yeah, go ahead and spill your secret y/n."

You kicked him as you rolled back on your side, facing him, rolling your eyes. As his hand landed on your leg, the newfound electricity between you two shifted.

Before his hand lightly moved up your leg, he grinned at you. He came to a halt and stared at you, waiting for a response. You softly shook your head as he continued as his hand came to rest on your chin.

"You must have been waiting a long time for this one, dude, ain't I so attractive," you chuckled before scooting closer to him. Before extending his delicate hands towards your lips, he reddened.

"Shh, also what happened yesterday? You said this wasn't right, didn't you?" As your desire overtook you, you became irritable.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, people change Jake." you said as you drew him closer to you and your lips smashed together furiously. As he pushed you over, you both synced up quickly, and he was on top of you in no time.

"Oh how the tables have turned," says Jake. You had definitely changed as your body craved for his touch even more. As you threw your arms around his neck, pressing him closer to you, his lips never left yours.

His shirt was ripped off and dropped to the ground in a flash as he touched yours, hoping for a response.

"Yes, you may remove it." He stopped and peered at you, chuckling, as he slowly pulled it above your head. You subconsciously flew your hands to your chest, concealing your body.

This was the first time a boy, much less a Mikaelson, had seen you half-naked. Jake's mouth falls open as he rushes to unlatch your hands.

"Hey, don't hide your beauty, because I love each and every part." That made you grin as you approached him and kissed him on the lips.

"You haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet, and already you're behaving cringy. Maybe this was a mistake." As you begin to rise, you smirk. Jake grabs you and pins you down before you can even get a foot off the bed.

"Wait- stop, wait, don't go" You chuckle as he kisses your frigid body while you squirm under his touch.

"Ahhh, please stop tickling me...ahh." He comes to a halt in his actions to look at you for a little moment.

"I can't believe we've reached the point where we've gone from friends to lovers. It feels like some teenage drama."

(Am I right readers, don't we all love a trope like this... I know I do.)

This isn't a book; it's real life, and can we please get back to making love? Jake, the readers are waiting." He continues to laugh as he gently removes your bra as he completes the last clip.

He didn't have time to marvel at the beauty in front of him as you placed your hand on his hardening spot. This elicited a tiny moan as he swirled his lips around your soft nips.

"Mmmh, wow, don't stop, that feels great." You quickly remove your jeans and underwear while his tongue works its magic, placing his hand within your folds.

"This is my first time; wow, I'm not sure whether I'm doing it correctly." Wow!" As a moan explodes from your throat, you laugh.

"Stop playing me; you're making me laugh. I'll show you the way." He finds a groove in your folds as he pushes faster and deeper, striking a familiar area, while your eyelids roll back.

"AHHHH, Jake, right there."  As your back arches off the bed, thrusting deeper into his finger, your body reacts perfectly.

A knock on the door is heard just as your high reaches you, and you both pause and look behind you.

"Prince Jake, you have been summoned to the royal room to receive a message." Before Jake speaks to him, you both remain silent for a few moments.

"Thank you very much; I'll be out for a minute."

Before he turns to face you, you cover your lips with your hand. Before pulling away, he bends forward and kisses you on the forehead.

"You're not going to finish me off, are you? You can't stick and dip; it doesn't work like that." You start arguing with him before he bends in and kisses your folds.

"I have to get going, and if I'm late, I'm toast. You did mention that my family is what now-" You shake your head as you push him off your body and start putting your clothing on.

Another knock is heard as the door slowly begins to open and a familiar face appears. Jake rushes to conceal your half-naked body as Elijah walks in.

As you lowered your head and snickered, it felt like a million pairs of eyes were on you. Jake covers your body with a blanket before pulling up his pants and walking towards the door.

He flashes a big grin at Elijah before crossing his arms and stepping closer to him. "My dear brother, keep your indiscretions to yourself," he yanked his handkerchief from his pocket before handing it to Jake. Another familiar figure arrived in front of the entrance as he saw the chaos unfold before his eyes.

Kol appeared behind Elijah before chuckling as he crossed his arms, "well, well, well looks like someone having fun." He gave you a wave as he walked out of the room, smiling to himself. You turned away and mentally slapped yourself as soon as he said it.

"We'll be out in a second. Please visit us again." Before turning around, Jake slammed the door shut. While yelling under his breath, his reddened face brought you your garments.

"Please forgive them; they enjoy barging in here unannounced. I'm sorry if they saw anything." You're hauled up by him before you can secure the button on your jeans. He kissed your lips as he assisted you in putting on your shirt.

"Okay, I'm definitely not going to get tired of those." You kiss his lips once more as you pull his shirt closer to you.

"Mmh, your lips are soft. As you approach the door, you take Jake's hands in yours before gently pushing it open.

“We will definitely finish this later.” As he plants a kiss on your hand, he smirks. Before enlarging your gaze, you licked your lips.

You moan under your breath, "Oh, I can't wait," as Jake discreetly lays his palm over your mouth.

“You’re already a mess for me, aren't you?” He comes to a halt in front of the door and cups your face in his hands, kissing your hungry lips.

“As much as I would love to kiss you,” you say as you rest your palm on his chest and giggle. "Let's hurry up because I don't want them to come back and dagger you." He took your hand in his and led you to the throne room.

---

Jake strides over to his family's gathering and excuses himself, letting go of your hand. You took a step back and stood next to Mark, who was looking at you with a curious expression.

"So...how did it go?" Then, after a brief scan of the area, you struck him across the shoulder with your fist.

"Aren't you guards supposed to be quiet? You do know we all have vamp hearing." After chuckling at your remark, he returned to his job.

Besides Jake and I, Mark was the only person around our age with whom we both became close as we basically all grew up in the castle. Although being the only female in the group, they made up for it.

We all had our own ways of having fun in those late evenings, so there were many nights of loud laughter and sticky fingers. Those were the days, but now Jake had his royal duties, they were a thing of the past. Everyone seems to be set in their ways.

When your name was called, you were swiftly brought out of your thoughts. They didn't seem to know you were there, but you knew it was true when Mark bumped your arm.

"Uh.. yes. I'm here, your majesty."

Walking over to the gathering, you stood next to Jake as you heard his booming voice; still to this day, you could never get over that.

"So, y/n, you and your family have been so kind to not only the Mikaelson family, but the entire kingdom. And we thank you for your service, but we've heard rumors that my father is planning to travel to our country to assassinate our future heir."

You exhale, your body trembling as you clasp your hands behind your back. You weren't old enough to recall certain details of the attacks.

This was how horrible it was 

As he gazed down at you and winked at you, he entwined his fingers behind your back and whispered, "It's going to be okay."

As he stepped up from his throne, Klaus began again, "So, once again, I'd like you to protect and guard him while we're out; you've had plenty of training for this, so I'm confident you'll do fine. Finally, you are responsible for whatever happens to him."

He was now directly in front of your eyes as he kept a wary eye on your flimsy frame.

Thanks for the extra pressure. 

Jake gave him a gentle push back as he walked in front of you and coughed "Okay, don't scare her. We've got a lot of security in place, and I'm an original here who can take care of myself. I don't want to put anyone at risk, especially y/n."

As he acknowledged you specifically, it warmed your heart. He squeezed your hand not only to show that he was paying attention, but also to make you feel comfortable and secure.

Klaus grinned as he walked away from you, both of you speaking in a condescending manner.

"Our father has not and will not stop if we are alive in the past centuries, and now that you are of legal age, he is coming to take advantage of that opportunity. Our father's reign is far from done. After all, it's more for y/n than for you. Take a look at her. Do you believe she'll be able to defend YOU?" 

Your heart stung as you gasped in pain as you yanked your hands from his grasp. As you took a step forward, tears welled up in your eyes. You coughed as you drew Klaus' attention, enraged and honestly taken aback.

"No one has the right to treat me like an outsider just because I'm not a member of this family. Instead of making trouble and fleeing, why not stay and fight like a brother once in a while?I've done more for Jake than YOU could possibly do.

You turned and walked away from the family, tears streaming down your cheeks. A hand grabbed your wrist as you flung it off of you. Before exiting the room, Elijah caught Klaus just as he was ready to explode with wrath.

"This meeting is over. After 30 minutes, we'll be on our way." As you raced away from Jake, he called your name.

You heard shouts of anger from Jake as he yelled at Klaus.

However, he has never been able to see what you and your family went through to safeguard his prized heir. They were going to get a guard if they wanted one, and a good one at that.

You vowed to prove to them, and particularly to Klaus, that you belonged here.

You got to a familiar area and pounded on the door, enraged, as she approached the door.

You hurried by her and sat down, your hand outstretched as you glared angrily at her. "Oh hey—," she said. As she sat down gently across from you, she rubbed her chin and arched her brows.

"Okay, no hello or nothing. That's awesome, what's up?"

"I'd like to see him; please, show him to me right now." She chuckled, as if she'd read your mind. You wanted to prove yourself to someone. And he was the only one who had a clear idea of what needed to be done.

She sliced your hand and poured the liquid into the stone bowl as she spoke. You sat up straight and became ready. As soon as you closed your eyes, you were transported somewhere else.

---

Davine touched you on the shoulder as you sat up straight and followed her instructions by moving forward.

"You just have a few minutes, so work quickly. This is a difficult spell that becomes weaker by the second."

You stood up, shook your head, and walked over to the man perched precariously on the ledge, his feet dangling dangerously in the air. After a few minutes of sitting next to him, you began to become worked up.

"I was curious as to when you planned to pay me a visit. Princess, how are you?" As tears welled up in your eyes, you turned around in astonishment. He looked exactly the same as he did that night. His black slacks matched his stained white collared shirt.

He was perfect, still 

"I miss you, dad." Upon entering his embrace and taking in his smell, he extended his arms and welcomed you in. The lingering woody smell filled your nostril as you held onto him tighter.

"Hey, love. Whatever you're going through right now, I have complete faith in your ability to get through it. I didn't raise a wimp; instead, I raised a powerful warrior. Don't allow them get to the point where they're controlling your thoughts. What is it that I usually say?"

"Life struggles are necessary for growth."

You continued his sentence with the words "life struggles are necessary for growth." He pecked your head and held on for a little bit more.

"Y/n we have to go; the spell is slipping."

When your father saw you, he got to his feet and stood up. His hand went to your face as he noticed all your new features. He seemed intent on studying you, as if he wanted to make up for the time he had lost by not seeing you.

"I'm very proud of the women you've grown to be. I'm so proud of you, y/n. Remember that and know that I am always here for you." As a tear rolled down his cheek, he pointed to your chest.

You gave him one more hug as you raised your eyes to see his face.

"I love you, dad."

"Princess, you have my undying love. Now go out there and confront the world. Fighting for you always."

Davine held your hand as she guided you back to the present moment in time. You observed his disappearance as you bid him farewell by waving.

As soon as you regained consciousness, you hugged Davine and thanked her for her time. Afterwards, you left.

"Don't worry, y/n you got it. I've had my fair share of the Mikaelson family, so don't fret. I'm here for you."

You took a deep breath and then made your way back to the castle, smiling as you did so.

You already knew who you were on the inside; you didn't need an all-powerful family to confirm it for you. You only needed a little nudge to remember who you truly were on the inside.

The princess in your father's eyes.

"Thanks, Dad, this one for you."

[justcallmenikki7]

BTS Reaction To: Them Breaking You Out of Jail

Mafia!Au & Maknae Line

Summary: the boys are not happy when they find out that you, their girlfriend, was arrested and put into jail.

Warnings: mafia related stuff: guns, killing, mature themes (torture), split!jungkook that is basically a given with his insane personality, okay jungkook is insane in this mainly because of his love for you, ACAB is mentioned in this on all of the parts mainly in tae’s part but the term ‘acab’ is not said directly, a heated kissing scene in kook’s part, THE RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE BOYS IS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!!!.

W.C.:

Notes: I went overboard with jungook’s part that I feel like I kind of do all of the time with his part in these kinds of reactions. But, I hope you enjoooooyyyy!!

Hyung Line’s Part

Park Jimin:

You were sat twiddling your thumbs on the cold concrete floor of the jail cell that you were for unnecessary and unfair reason. Being the mafia leaders girlfriend who is hated by the law enforcement is not really the best thing in the world. The cops who hate Park Jimin are the ones who know that they are crooked and unfair, so they very stupidly try to make his life a living hell. Sometimes, you wonder if they know what exactly your can and will do to them, especially if they mess with you.

They thought it would be okay for them to make a scene at your work by arresting you for being a suspect for a shooting that had nothing to do with you or even your boyfriends gang. Shrugging your shoulders, you let out a heavy sigh, now deciding to retie both of your already tied shoes from boredom. What you did not know is that on the other side of the jail, your boyfriend has stormed into the jail, shooting the cops that were in his way, Jungkook behind him as an extra eye. Walking up to the front desk lady who was secretly a spy for his gang, he gave a smile as she threw him a key that was specifically for your cell.

“Thanks, Jisoo,” Jimin thanked before making his way to you, sighing at the armed men that were at a stand off with his gang. “Why can’t things ever be easy for once?” He groaned before signaling Jungkook was a nod of his head.

You did not hear any commotion or even footsteps that were making their way towards you. A familiar chuckle was what got your attention, looking up so quickly which cause you to get dizzy for a split second. “Jiminie!” You squealed excitedly, running towards the bars, grabbing onto them.

Pouting, “Did you not think that I was going to come for you? My heart,” he pressed his right hand to his heart in a dramatic manner.

Rolling your eyes, you smiled, “well, you took an hour too long to come and get me,” you teased which earned you an adorable laugh from your boyfriend.

“Well, my bad, princess. Namjoon was taking a shit as I got the call from Jackson that you had been arrested, and so Namjoon delayed us.” Your boyfriend spoke honestly, unlocking the cell door to let you out.

You tackled him into a deep kiss, heart fluttering like it always does when he wraps his arms around your waist to bring you in closer to him. “I know that you’ll always come for me, my knight in shining armor,” you said once you pulled away from the kiss.

“NOONA AND HYUNG SITTING IN A TREE, K-I-S-S,” You jumped from the loud yelling of the two youngest. “On a serious note, Noona Jisoo said that the SWAT is on their way and will be here in like, I don’t know, .5 seconds,” Jungkook noted casually. A loud crashing noise was heard with a few cusses from Jimin’s hyung’s. “Looks like they are now here,” he said calmly, “I suggest we should get going, don’t you think?”

Kim Taehyung:

Kim Taehyung has always been a person who does not tolerate bullshit and people who have the train of thought of abusing their power just because they believe that they can. He knows that the law enforcement hates him because he basically does their job for them by getting rid of pests and keeps the streets clean. The hate that they have for him is from jealousy and pride. He knows that a few law enforcement people are actually grateful for him because of how Taehyung and his gang can actually figure out some cold cases and criminals that the law enforcement are trying to catch. Some cops and FBI members actually turn to Taehyung and his gang, mainly Min Yoongi the IT of the gang, for help when they cannot figure out a case even though their bosses are against it.

Anyways, the call that Taehyung had gotten from one of the officers that turns to Taehyung informing him that you had been arrested for going ‘over the speed limit’ with a suspension of you carrying marijuana on you really did not make his day. The officer, Yu Jong, gave details of which cell and area of the jail you were at that really went against his protocol, which Taehyung thanked him for, informing him that Jong and the other three officers who are for Taehyung that they needed get out of there as soon as possible because it will turn into a slaughter house. Dressing in his designer ripped jeans, a black shirt and his Gucci jacket, he grabbed his pistol and got the gang together, making their way to the jail.

You are having a glaring contest with the officer who arrested you, the distaste that you both have for one another is strong. “You’re honestly a piece of shit, you know that?” You commented calmly, knowing that your boyfriend could be showing up any minute now, so you are going to make the best of it.

“Don’t test me, bitch. I could make your life—”

“Make her life what?” Your boyfriend’s baritone voice boomed in the hallway, comforting you but mainly scaring the officer.

Smirking, you stood up cuffed hands resting against your lower stomach as you walked towards the bars, a calm look on your face. “Go on, don’t be shy now, say what you were going to say,” you said calmly, too calm for the officer.

Not saying anything due to being frozen in shock at the thought that Kim Taehyung is standing right behind him with his pistol aimed at his head with the safety off. Sighing, Taehyung rolled his eyes out of boredom, “You guys are literally all talk but cannot for the life of you actually say anything to my face, it’s pathetic really. Now, hand me the keys so I can take my innocent girlfriend home.”

Doing as he was told, you were out of the cell and in your boyfriend’s arms in no time. You knew that this was the cop who has been tormenting both you and Taehyung for years now, and you knew that Taehyung has had enough of it. So, wanting to spice things up, you whispered into your boyfriend’s ear, “He also called me a bitch, Tae.”

Smirking darkly at you, “oh did he now? What a shame,” Taehyung looked at the officer who was looking back at him with fear in his eyes, “what a real shame.”

Jeon Jungkook:

You love your boyfriend with all of your heart – you really do – but sometimes you get nervous with how … sadistic he can get with his job. You know that he loves the thrill he gets when he sees the fear in his victim’s eyes, you can tell that he gets off from it sometimes. Knowing him since you both were in diapers and been together exclusively since the age of fifteen, you are confident with confirming that you know your boyfriend like the back of your hand, and as he did you. But having been in the job since the age of seventeen, taking  over his dads position when he was murdered, Jungkook, you can now say that you do not know his business side like his gang. Namjoon once said that Jungkook turns into a completely different person, someone more sinister – and you do not want to know that side; not because of the fear of him hurting (something you know that would never happen) but because of wanting to stay out of whatever business he is in.

Jungkook has made it a mission of making sure that you would never get tied into his business, and made a promise to yourself that you somehow you did, he would make sure that whoever found out about you and dragged you in would never see the light of day ever again. So, receiving a phone call from Seokjin, telling him that the cops in Busan had arrested you as a pay back for ‘scaring them into submission’ and wanting to show that they will not back down, Jungkook automatically saw red. He knew that this would happen once the Sheriff, Kim Jung, stepped down, a good friend of his dads, actually. But Jungkook dreaded the thought of the son of the Jung, Kim Mark, would screw everything up, always having something against Jungkook since the two were kids without any reason. Jungkook had told Mr. Jung that even though they were almost like family, Jungkook will do whatever he would to a person that he ran into on the street – in short, killing them – and Jung sadly accepted that possible fate of his son.

And as you sat in jail cell that was being watched over by Mark himself, both of you hearing the gun shots and screaming of the officers in the room above. There was a feeling of relief of safety that you felt, but there was also a feeling of nervousness, almost fear, that you felt that came of the knowledge of seeing your Jungkookie in action – the side that you will meet. You came to accept that this may change your relationship dynamic, something that both you and Jungkook will have a very long talk and acceptance of whatever that means. To make things clear, you will never leave Jungkook over this, but you know that this is the beginning of being involved in his second life style – the lifestyle that Jungkook was trying to prevent you from of being involved in.

So, as you heard the deep, sadistic laugh that came from your boyfriend, you braced yourself. You watched his intimidating form walk in, his long black hair in a half up bun while the lower half of his hair touched his shoulders. His signature outfit which consisted of his black ripped skinny jeans, timberlands, and an oversized white shirt and his black leather jacket – you would be a liar if you said that he did not look hot as fuck. But the one thing that you did notice about him was the deranged look in his eyes that looked you straight in the eyes – noting the fear you felt.

“Now look at what you did, Marky, you scared my girlfriend, my Y/N. Now that is another thing that you will have to pay for.” He snarled, moving to the side so that Taehyung and Jimin restricted him, kicking the pointing gun out of his hands. Walking over to the cell door, Jungkook unlocked it, pulling you into him for a heated kiss. You allowed him to dominate you for that small moment, letting out a shaky breath as he pulled away. You knew that right now the man standing in front of you is not your Jungkook, it is someone different. Brushing the hairs that fell in front of your face, Jungkook smiled down at you lovingly, “There’s my beautiful princess. I’m sorry that Marky over there caused this mess, but I’ll make sure to clean it up for you, don’t want my princess to get into anymore messes now,” he chuckled a spine chilling laugh, one that shook you to the core. But what made you even more nervous for Marks life was when you were walking up the stairs to the main floor was the scream that came from Mark and the laughter of your boyfriend that soon followed after.