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Daminette Rough Layout AU #1

Warning- This is a Salt AU, it contains Lila salt, Adrien Salt, Alya Salt and Class Salt. Some of the Salt is dramatized, pkease read at your own digression.

Note- Changing things up a bit-they are in high school now-Damian 16 and Marinette 15 and juniors, obviously things are different from canon. Gabriel gave up both miraculous after Adrien dies in one of the akuma fights, he has Nooroo and Duusu bring them to the guardian. Marinette helps heal Duusu so that if he is ever used again the holder will not start to die. Soon after Master Fu takes back Adrien's miraculous and names Marinette the guardian.

He doesnt lose his memories but he does pass away a week later. Marinette also deletes her original website and makes and entire new one under MDC designs after Lila threatens to leave bad reviews.(This happens before she meets Damian, right when they are entering high school.)

They met online after Damian got tired of his brothers making fun of him for talking like an old man. He found Marinette on Twitter, (She has a very popular Twitter blog where she Tweets in English and is considered a meme god.) and after reading her tweets decided that she'd be a good teacher.

After reaching out they agreed on how much she'll be paid and a time that works best for both of them. Every Monday & Wednesday the video chat when Damian has his lunch and study period. For Damian it is 12 to 1 pm, and for Marinette it is 7 to 8 pm. After two months Marinette has successfully made Damian her friend, and he has began opening up to her more. Meanwhile Damian begins to mess with his brothers using memes.

Tim to Jason- I will die if I don't get coffee soon.

Damian passing by the kitchen on his phone- Then perish.

Jason-...Did he just?

Tim- Impossible.

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Dick over the coms while on patrol-I really want candy right now.

Damian drops down next to him and pulls a tidepod of of his belt giving it to Dick before continuing on.

Dick-What the fuck...

Tim having seen from a distance-What did Damian give you candy?

Dick- He gave me a tidepod.

Jason-Your shitting me Goldie.

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Jason-What are you eating Damian?

Damian taking a bite of a pop tart- Ravioli...

Jason-Im going fucking crazy.

Alfred-Language Master Jason.

They now text each other durning their free time, Marinette loves receiving pictures of Damian's pets and silly pictures of Damian's friend Jon. Damian loves seeing pictures of her newest designs and Paris at night.

Jon is the only person who knows about Marinette and thats because he crashed one of Damian's classes. He gushes over the fact that Damian is talking to his favorite person on Twitter, then full on fanboys a second later when she follows him back on Twitter. Soon after she becomes friends with Jon too, Lila comes back. After two weeks of fighting her she stops after both Damian and Jon point out that if her classmates were really her friends they wouldnt believe someone they just met over her. Marinette stops doing extra things for the class no more free pastries, banners, clothes or anything. She spends majority of her time on school work, her comissions and talking with Damian and Jon.

Madame Bustier at one point asks her to stay after class. She tells her she is disappointed that Marinette is distancing herself form the class so much. Marinette just tells her that she is done, that if she wants a perfect role model then she should use Lila instead and leaves. The next day she tells Madame Bustier she is stepping down as class president, everyone in the class except for Chloe and Marinette vote for Lila. Marinette has had more free time then she has had in a while and is thriving. She is able to take more and more commissions and even allows Jagged and Clara to give other celebrities access to her website. With a push from Jon she also sets up a Twitter and Instagram account under MDC Designs. With in no time everyone is trying to get an MDC original.

At one point she gets a call from Jon asking her how much it would cost for a MDC original for his mom. Marinette smiles softly telling him to just get his moms measurements for her. When he argues she finally agrees to accept payment but gives him a family discount. Jon agrees with a huff, a month later Jon sends her a video of his mom opening his gift.

Lois-Oh Jon love you know you didnt have to get me anything.

Jon-And let Connor out do me this year? No way.

Connor laughing-Oh shut it Jon!

Jon-cone on open it already mom!

Lois lauging before unwrapping the box- Is this? Jon is this a MDC box?

Connor looking at him with wide eyes.

Jon-open it and see!

Clark-So thats why you asked me for her measurements.

Lois pulls a beautiful knee length navy blue pencil dress. It had a classy V neck and flounce bell sleeves Jon is this and MDC original?

Jon-weeell if you look at the inside of the right sleeve your see her signature marking. Thats not all though mom theres another box!

Lois grabs the other box and unwraps it opening it quickly to find a pair of white lace up Oxford pumps with matching navy laces, MDC hand stitched on the back in navy.

Lois-How did you-how did you get MDC originals?

Jon laughing-I'll never tell!

Marinette saves the video on her phone and tells him he wants a photo of her in it for her website. A week later he send her pictures of his mom in the outfit posing with his dad and the next day he send pictures of her posing with Bruce Wayne on the red carpet. She quickly posts them on Instagram and Twitter tagging Lois, Clark, Bruce and Daily Planet.

'I knew Mrs. Lane would make this one of a kind outfit look beautiful! I was happy to make the dress and shoes as a surprise from her son! Mrs. Lane your son has my number, if you ever want another original talk to him! 💋'

Lois immediately responds to her tweet thank her for the amazing gift, while also asking how her son got in contact with MDC.

Marinette- ' 🤫🤫😘😘💋'

Jon-'You'll never know!!'

Lois, with her bosses approval, writes an article joking about the mystery that is MDC at also an interview where she grills her son on how he knows MDC.

Its a blows up and part of Jon's interview becomes a meme. This part;

Jon-Superman, please come save me from my mom!

Marinette being the meme godess she is decides to quote it on Twitter, but she messes up and posts it on MDC desgins.

MDC-Superman, please come save me from these deadlines!

Half an hour later

MDC-That was meant for my personal Twitter...

Now everyone is also talking about MDC memeing.

After talking with the Kwami Marinette decides to tell Damian and Jon about her time as Ladybug, and how she still goes out and patrols to stop muggers. In return one day Damian and Jon flies him and Damian to paris and they finally meet in person and they tell her their own identities. They leave Gotham at 7 am in Gotham and make it to Paris at 3 pm and wait for her outside of her parents bakery. Marinette flips out and practically tackles the both if them in a hug. She pulls them inside happily introducing her parents to her American friends. After they tell her they decide to spend the rest of the day together. Marinette also takes their measurements telling them its for a surprise. Damian tells her that his brothers are obsessed with MDC and how the wouldnt stop hounding Jon when they found out he had gotten in contact with her.

They go out and Marinette shows them Paris while Jon is slowly pushing them together. He is ecstatic when Marinette wraps one of her fingers around Damien's finger and he respond by grabbing and holding her hand. They are all immensly happy until they are passing by a park and notices her class having a party. At first she doesnt care and just shrugs it off, until the class notices them. Alya accuses Marinette of trying to start drama, she rolls her eyes telling Alya she didnt even know about the party and was just showing her friends around. Damian frowns glaring at the class when he feels Marinette hand start to shake and releases her hand wrapping an arm around her waist in support. Jon is also frowning but simply reminds Marinette that they were going out to eat. Marinette nods and begins telling them about the restaurant they were going to while leaning into Damian's side.

They turn leaving the class behind only for Adrien to hurry after them. Adrien tries to convince Marinette to return and spend time with the class saying he missed his friend. Marinette tells him that they arent friends anymore, that friends dont allow lies to be spread about their friends. She takes the boys and they finally make it to the restaurant.

Damian pays refusing to let Marinette or Jon touch the check. They spend the rest of their time at Marinette's house watching movies until they leave at 9pm wishing Marinette goodnight and making it back to Gotham at 3 pm. When they get back to the manor Bruce confronts Damian asking why he got notified that Damian's card had been used in Paris. Thats how Bruce finds out about Marinette.

Bruce- shes been teaching you memes?

Damian-yes.

Bruce-...well at least your making friends.

Damian-dont tell the others, they'll want to meet her and Id rather not be embarrassed

Bruce-I wont say anything until they catch you then.

Around the end of Marinette's junior year Lila accuses Marinette of theft and she is once again expelled. Only this time Marinette gets the school board involved and she is quickly cleared of charges. once again. However she decides not to return to the school tired of their treatment. Instead with the help of Jagged and her parents permission she enrolls at Gotham Academy and doesnt tell Damian to surprise him. Jon does know that way he could help her.

Within the week Marinette is in Gotham in her new penthouse apartment with her new gaurdian, a maid/nanny that Penny had recommended. Her name is Margaery she is in her 60s. The next day Marinette is dropped of at school by Margaery, Jon is already there early and helps her get his schedule and everything. Then they wait for Damian to arrive hiding until the see him open his locker Jon distracts him while Marinette hides behind the locker door. The school is very surprised whe. Damian smiles brightly at seeing her. Within the day she is known around the school as both Sunshine and Gotham's new Goddess.

Soon enough Damian Marinette and Jon are never seen withiut tge other except in classes. Many teachers see Marinette as a blessing classes have been calmer shes always willing to volunteer and shes even started tutoring some of the students. Even though she entered late in the year she starts to help the student council and things were more organized and running smoother. What everyone is really happy about is how she seems to bring out the teen in Damian and encourage him to act his age. The only reason they havent posted about her and Damian's relationship is because Damian made it clear he didnt want his family to know.

He starts calling her Angel and Red Bird. Marinette starts calling him Dove and Birdie. They slowly start going on dates while also making sure to hang out with Jon so he didnt feel left behind. Its the beginning of summer when Marinette gets invited to a Wayne gala by Bruce himself with a little note.

'Miss Dupain-Cheng, I would like to meet the girl that has stolen my youngest's attention. Please do not inform him I invited you, I think it will be quite the surprise for him. -Bruce Wayne

She tells Damian to wear a seafoam green tie because it will bring out his eyes, in a sly way so that they will be matching. She then makes a seafoam green Asymmetrical A-line off the shoulders dress adding layers of tulle that forms teirs and finishes with horsehair hemlines. The MDC signature is stictched on to the second layer of tulle.

The night of the Gala she is dropped off by Margaery and Jon leaves his parents to meet her. She tells him that Damian didnt know either and Bruce wanted to surprise him. Jon starts laughing causing Marinette to dissolve into giggles. This catches Jon's parents eyes and they walk over. Jon wuickly introduces her as one of his best friends. Lois and Marinette quickly hit it off and enter the gala together with Jon and Clark following behind them. After 5 minutes Damian spots them, and discreetly hurries over to them.

Damian-Angel!

Lois and Clark are surprised at the nickname and that Damian is smiling even more surprised when he hugs her and holds her hand gently. They stare into each others eyes for a moment until Lois coughs catching boths attention. Damian greets them as he lets go of Marinette's hand wrapping an arm around her waist as she does the same. They stand talking with each other until Lois spots someone she wants to interview and hurries off with Clark. The three of them share a look before all saying food at once. Jon walks ahead of them as Marinette and Damian follow talking to themselves.

M-'Your father wanted to meet me so Im afraid I will no longer be a secret.'

D-'Of course he did, I was hoping to keep those embarrassments known as my brothers away.'

This causes Marinette to laugh leaning her head on his shoulder.

M-'I am sure they arent that bad.'

They spend a good half hour talking with Jon and eating before Bruce finds them and introduces himself to Marinette. Five minutes later she notices Damian's brothers starring at them in shock. She starts giggling and points it out to Damian who groans. Soon after the boys rush over to interrogate their brother dragging him away from Marinette Jon and Bruce.

While Damian is dealing with them Jagged and Penny both find Marinette. Eventually the boys force Damian to introduce them to Marinette. She hits it off with all of them promising to visit the mansion. Jon convinces Damian to ask Marinette to be his girlfriend. He asks her to dance with him and asks while they are dancing. That night Marinette Damian and Jon leave together for an impromptu sleepover at Marinette's. Margaery picks them up greeting both parents and assuring them that there kids will be safe, and they will be camping out in the living room.

Marinette surprises the boys with handmade pjs once they get to her house and Margaery surprises them with cookies. The next day she goes to the mansion with Damian and gets to know his brothers more piecing together who is who of the Batfamily. At one point Jason insinuates that Marinette couldnt fight so she challenges his to a spar. Jason being cocky holds back and gets his butt kicked, he asks for a rematch and doesnt hold back this time, still gets his butt kicked.

While Damian and Marinette are saying goodbye she jokes about how long its going to take his siblings to realize shes a hero not a civilian. Damian finds it hilarious. When Marinette gets home she tells Margaery that she was going up to the roof to look at the stars for inspiration. Margaery allows her making her take a blanket, hor chocolate and some cookies with her. That night Nightwing lands on her roof and 'startles' causing her to throw her cup at him hitting him in the gut

Robin chuckling-That bitch empty,

Mari and Robin together-Yeet!

Marinette laughs offering him a cookie as Nightwing gets up

Nightwing-Nice throw.

Marinette laughs harder her eyes twinkling.

Mari-Sorry you startled me I must have lost track of time I should head back home now. Have a safe patrol Birdies!

She says before passing other of them leaving the plate of cookies behind for them. Over the summer Marinette and Damian visit her parents for two weeks before returning to Gotham. The rest of the summer is filled with dates between her and Damian the Gotham Gazette is having a field day with them.

They're referred to as the Goddess and the Prince and every date is talked about the next day. When summer is over Marinette Damian and Jon are back for their senior year. Marinette decides to run for student body president and Jon runs as her vice president, they both tease Damian about being the trophy boyfriend and he responds that he is fine with it as long as hes the trophy boyfriend to Marinette. Marinette and Jon win with an almost unanimous vote. It is half way through their senior year when Damian's brothers realize she knows. Bruce and Babs already know. Jason teasingly jokes about Damian outing them to a civilian and Marinette jist goes

Marinette-Jayby(This is her nickname for him), I have beaten you in spars 9 out of 10 times and you still think Im a civilian.

Tim-What?

Marinette sighs before calling Tiki out and transforming. (She has a different outfit. Period. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail, held by a red ribbon. It has a completely black mask, her top was sleeveless and was a deep red. She had gloves that stopped at her elbows the same deep red but with black poka-dots. Her pants were completely black with a red belt holding her yoyo. Her outfit was finished with red combat boots with black soles.) Everyone is silent as they taken in her outfit.

Damian-God your so beautiful.

Marinette-Aw Dove

Que a sweet kiss where Jason gags jokingly before Tim flips out about her being Ladybug. Marinette jokingly says that he didnt react that way to her being MDC.

Tim-what?

Dick-This time your oulling my leg.

Marinette-You didnt know? I was always giving you guys family discounts.

Tim-Your MDC...my favorite fashion designer is my future sister-in-law. Thats why your commissions always seemed cheaper than others. Im chalant right now.

This causes Dick to burst out laughing.

Dick-Really becuase Im whelmed!

Bruce smiles slightly remembering when his eldest would use to his 'Unwords' all the time.

That night Marinette patrols with them and Gotham gains a new hero LadyBird. With a little shove from Damian and begging from Tim, Marinette begins to grow MDC even more by partnering with Wayne Enterprises. Marinette and Damian are the power couple of the school, they have majority of their classes together both being in AP and Honors classes. As the school president Marinette is notified that during the last quarter of second semester a French class is doing an exchange program at Gotham Academy.

Her and Jon have to escort them around the school the first week. Marinette argues a bit at first.

Mari-I understand that it is important but Jon and I are still heavily working on Prom, Senior's Last Peprally, Senior Awards, Senior vs Freshman Football, Prom King and Queen vote and The Senior trip.

Jon-Mari is right is there anyway we could pick someone else to show them around. There are a few other people in student council that speak French.

They both convince the Principal to allow the Secretary of the Student Council, Candy St.Cloud, to show them around. Marinette, Jon and Damian avoid them, none of Marinette's old class knows Marinette is there until votes for Prom King and Queen pops up and Marinette's name is on the ballet.

Lila bursts into tears claiming her Dami promised her she'd be on the ballet since he goes to that school. They all try to hunt her down and give her shit for booting Lila off. However majority of Gotham academy has noticed their attitude towards Gotham's Goddess and everyone makes sure Marinette is unreachable.

They pretty much only see glimpses of her until Senior's Last Peprally when she and Damian are announced Prom King and Queen. Their boos are covered up by the school's cheers. Marinette and Damian share a quick kiss which causes more cheers as the teachers roll their eyes calling out Pda. Then both her and Jon announce whats going to be happening at the peprally.

At the end of it all the seniors get together for one last class photo in the front is Jon Marinette and Damian. Damian and Marinette are wearing the sashes and crowns and Marinette is in the middle of them. Bustier's class is upset they cant be a part of the picture because they arent actually seniors at the school. The next night is Senior awards the class doesnt go but the trio does.

Marinette and Damian get best couple.

Damian gets the award for best grades.

Jon gets the award for most likely to secede in life.

That night all three are on the news and trending on Twitter when they go out to celebrate at Bat Burger, videos and pictures are posted off Marinette and Jon dying of laughter as Damian cuts his burger with a knife and fork. At the hotel Lila is crying claiming that Damian is cheating in her with Marinette. The class continuously message Marinette even when they get a response saying that the person is not Marinette amd that they've had the number for two months.

The next day at lunch they confront Marinette, they followed Jon to the room the Student council eat lunch in. Que them berating Marinette infront of everyone including the teachers. Marinette just rolls her eyes not wanting to give them the time of day.

Alya-I cant believe you tricked Lila's boyfriend into dating a bully like you!

This causes Jon to launch to her defense, he steps in front of Marinette glaring at the class.

Jon-Lila's boyfriend?? You mean Damian, so Lila was dating Damian first?

Lila-Yes! And Marinette purposely seduced him!

Jon-Really tell me when did you firat meet Damian?

Lila-oh he was so sweet! It was when we were 6 and we met at a gala here in Gotham! A older women was being incredibly mean to me and he stood up for me telling me that he'd have his dad kick her out. We were always meeting up over the summer and started dating at the beginning of senior year!

Jon-Oh so you know Arabic?

Lila-What?

Jon smirking-Well Damian didnt learn English until he was 8, his first language is English. Also you couldn't possibly have met Damian here when he was 6 because Damian didn't come to Gotham until he was 10. When his dad was informed that he had a son. On top of that Damian spends every summer with his family and closest friends. Actually he usually spends a few weeks on my family's farm, this summer he didnt because he went to Paris with Marinette. Also at the beginning of senior year? St. Cloud, when did Damian ask Marinette out.

St. Cloud- Beginning of the summer at Mr. Wayne's first charity gala of the summer, he asked her while they were dancing. It was really cute and Marinette looked amazing in her MDC dress!

Mari-Thank you St. Cloud, I could give you her number if you'd like a dress

Lila runs away embarrassed the class starring at Jon and Marinette in shock.

Alya-who-who do you think you are?!

Mari-Alya do you really not recognize your idols son?

Marinette is disappointed as she introduces them to Jon Kent, after that the teacher finally forces the French class out, while also telling them how kuch trouble they'll be in.

The class starts trying to get on Marinette's good side for the rest of the year but she ignores them. Prom comes and goes and when its finally time for graduation Damian is valedictorian. He gives a fairly inspirational speech and at the end he smirks finishing it with.

Dami-And lastly I would like to thank my eldest brother, without him Id never be able to give this sappy inspirational speech, he is really good at them.

When they throw their caps in the air Damian finds Marinette and dips her pulling her into a deep kiss.

That night while they are all celebrating at the Wayne Mansion Marinette finally lets go of Paris, she decides that her place is in Gotham with Damian.

Lets do a time skip!

Marinette is the top name in Fashion, Damian is Co-Ceo of Wayne enterprises with Tim. They are both married and living in Marinette's penthouse together with Margaery, I am to emotionally invested to kill off her or Alfred even if it is do to age. They visit the mansion almost every day, and family dinners are common.

Jon started going out with St. Cloud and are engaged, he has also taken up the mantle of Superman.

Damian has taken up the mantle of Batman with his Robin, Johnn'i Thomas Grayson-Wayne, Richard and Koriand'r's second child that did not inherit his mothers powers, and his partner Ladybird. That is until Marinette discovers she is pregnant. She surprises the family while they are getting their family portrait redone, with only Kori and the photographer knowing.

All the girls are in chairs with the boys behind them. Seating goes.

Babs, Kate, Selina, Marinette, Kori, Stephanie, and Cass. For a few of the pictures Marinette holds up a sign saying, "Another Wayne is on the way!" Then they hide the sign so they have a regular family portrait.

A few days later when the entire family is gathered to see the photos they are surprised when Bruce stars at them in shock. Alfred and Margaery merly smile offering congratulations, everyone is confused until Bruce turns the picture around.

Damian is looking at the pictures in shock until he jumps up and picks up Marinette spinning her around. Soon everyone is screaming and cheering offering congratulations. While Damian and Marinette hold each other close crying softly.

Mari-Your gonna be a Daddy Dove.

Damian-I love you so much Marinette. So much.

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH35

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 3, 685

- Author Note: Hi update update! :DDD

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Chapter 35

It was a good day to drink only if you choose a perfect companion as your drinking buddy. Fortunately for Jimin, Seul had time to spare today. As soon as he finished his practice, he went straight to Seul’s workplace to pick her up.

They chose to drink at the top of the hill near her place. It was the best place to drink according to Seul, yet it did not disappoint him. Taking a sip from her coke, she glanced at him “What are you going to do about it?” she warmed up.

“About what?” Jimin feigned innocence. Rolling her eyes in response, Seul nudged his shoulder lightly “You know what I mean” she whispered.

Jimin scratched his head with a shy smile “Can you stop making fun of me? I told you I will deal with it discreetly. Don’t make it sound so scandalous” Seul curled her lips into a slight pout.

“So, are you going to give up on him?” she asked out of curiosity.

“Seul, listen..  I care for Jungkook and I love him, but it won’t change the fact that it is impossible to pursue him. I am comfortable to love him this way, as time passes the feelings that I have will be washed off completely. I will no longer have this romantic feeling for him, so I can return to where I start. I want to keep Jungkook close to me. I don’t want to ruin what we have now, it is precious” Seul nodded with a soft hum.

“Understandable. I am with you till the end. Follow your heart Jiminie, don’t be pressure. About your feelings for Jungkook, let the time decides it for you. As for now, live your life as it is”

“Thank you. As for now I am not thinking about serious relationship” he squished her hand, smiling brightly.

“So, should I introduce you to a girl?” “Ji Seul!” he poked her forehead using the tip of his finger causing the latter to giggle.

Jimin was having a hard time to deal with her little tease now she’s planning to add more it, what an ignorant girl. “What? Now, that you find I am unfit to your liking. Shall I set you up with someone? There is my best friend Hwasa” grinning like a fool, Seul wiggle her brows, followed by a small dance.

“Are you playing matchmaker now? Wow, you do have a lot of time in hand” he cringed at her absurdity.

“Hey, I am being helpful. Is Hwasa okay for you? She is loud and a little rough though, but that doesn’t matter since you survive Yoongi I am sure you can survive Hwasa!” Jimin was losing his word when he barely started this banter that he’s about to have with Seul.

Scoffing in disapproval, Jimin shuddered at the thought of dating Seul’s best friend “I am sure your friend is as crazy as you. Pass” the girl jabbed the side of his torso with a nasty glare.

“Yah! Do I need to remind you that you used to like me? Tsk, ungrateful brat” she crossed her arms and made a sour face. “Do you have someone in mind?” Seul gave him a questioning look.

“I have someone in mind” it will always be Jungkook, his subconscious argued at the back of his mind.

“Oh my god who?!” she deadpanned. “Is it someone that I know? An idol perhaps? Don’t tell me you like that girl from the previous rumour. I can’t recall her name, but she is pretty” it was Seul got a little dramatic over Jimin’s statement.

His eyes grew wider as he showed his protest “Hell no, not her! I am gay Ji Seul please” he shot Seul an ‘are you kidding me’ look.

“You used to like me; you are bisexual dude” Said Seul with a pout clearly offended by his remarks.

Jimin let out a soft giggle “Well, I am sorry if it is offending you. That was to cover up my gay ass” ruffling Seul’s hair in process, his eyes literally disappeared into crescent moon when he smiled.

“There is a letter that I receive from fans” his voice faded away in process. She really could not fathom the idea of Jimin falling for a stranger through a fan letter.

“Are you saying that you like a fan?” she gawked.

“Can’t you tell that I am changing the topic here? Everything that come from your mouth worth the gossip, goodness” he pinched her lips together earning a death glare from the annoyed girl.

Seul swatted his hand and frowned deeply “You are asking for it. Tell me about this mysterious fan, do you happen to know her personally? Have you ever meet her in any of your fan meeting?” she brought her knees to her chest, looking all excited to hear his story.

“Tsk, look at you. Nosy much. No, I don’t know who this person is personally. I receive her fan letter every month, and the things that she wrote in the letter inspired me” he bit his lower lips and expelled a deep sigh.

“You are falling for her writing? I don’t know you are this soft Park Jimin. She is your fan then?” Seul blinked.

“No, she is Jungkook’s fan”

“Yah, are you trying to steal his fan!” she looked up with a puzzled frown on her face.

He glowered “It is not my fault, she mixed up my name and Jungkook’s face. The first letter that I received from her had my name written on it. I thought it was meant for me until I received another letter. I realized she meant to write it for Jungkook” the content of the letter could not be forgotten easily, that was by far one of the genuine letter that he ever received from anyone.

“How can she mess it up until the end, when you are shorter than Jungkook? There was an obvious difference between both of you” she mumbled. 

Jimin eyes widened disagreed by her teasing “Ji Seul! Do I have to remind you few years back, I used to be taller than Jungkook!” he puffed his cheeks, pouting away the last line. 

Seul giggled kneading Jimin’s fluffy cheeks. “The story doesn’t match the situation, spill the beans” she demanded.

Annoyed, he really hated her sharpness, can she not be so on point over everything. It seemed impossible to lie to her face. “I stole the letter from Jungkook. One day, she sent another letter to me and Jungkook. She apologized for mistaking me as Jungkook, and that was the last letter that I ever received from her. Ever since she got her bias name right, she had been sending her letter to Jungkook correctly” Seul raised her brows in amusement.

“And that letter never reaches Jungkook right? Aren’t you sly like a snake? How long have it been?”

“About two years?”

“Yah are you insane?! You are not her ultimate member, it is Jungkook. And I thought you have bro-code even when it comes fans” she reasoned. If people think Taehyung is weird, wait till they have their first-hand experience with Jimin. This little mochi can be quite handful sometimes.

He retorted sarcastically “That is why I stop looking for her, because it is impossible to find her in the ocean full of Armys. Recently, she wrote something about her attending Wings Tour and one of our fansign during You Never Walk Alone promotion” she places her hand over her chest dramatically.

“Does it mean you keep your eyes on Jungkook’s fans during your fansign?” he moved his head slowly, scratching his not itchy head.

“I can’t help it don’t blame me. I don’t see any sign of her though, I wonder if she ever come” she snickered in response, letting out a small giggle.

“You don’t even know how she looks like, yet you pretend as if it is the biggest mission on planet” Seul teased.

Jimin simpered, looking pleased of his own decision to track down the mysterious fan “It is worth the try. I still have to apologize to her for not delivering her letters to Jungkook” Seul sent a bewildered look at his way.

“And you continue to steal her letter from Jungkook” she stated sarcastically.

“Jungkook won’t know unless you open your big mouth” Jimin squished her cheeks together messing it up a little, mimicking her action few minutes ago. She slapped his hand whining over Jimin’s unnecessary affection towards her, it spelled ‘Bullies’ on his forehead.

“Are you going to find her till the end?” his simple nod earns a loud cheer from the small girl.

“Yes, only because she is a true fan, and I want to thank her for the letters that she wrote few years ago which comfort me. I was in a rough phase when I first read her letters which she mistakenly addressed it to me. Not gonna lie, her words were just so genuine, I was comforted by them.”

Seul smiled softly, caressing his knees “You will find her one day. Update me once you find her!” Jimin took a sip of his drink and laughed at her silliness.

“Can we stop talking about me? What about you? Have you made up your mind? About Jungkook or Yoongi hyung?” her face turned sour as soon as he brought up the topic.

She grimaced “I..gave up on Jungkook” Jimin eyes shot opened as guilt consumed her. “Seul if this is about my feelings for Jungkook..You know.. you don’t have to do this” he sighed deeply.

“It is not about your feelings for him. I don’t deserve Jungkook, he deserves better than me. He is still young, and there is another amazing person out there who deserves him better than me. Don’t worry, I am not doing this because of you.” Seul gave her assurance that her decision will remain unchanged.

“But..Jimin..after learning the truth about your true feelings, I cant just go behind your back and date him when I am aware about your feelings. That is selfish. You and Jungkook are still possible” she giggled at her own remarks earning a dissatisfied glare from Jimin.

“How thoughtful” Jimin responded bitterly. In all honesty, he loathed the ideas of forging her own feelings for him when she’s free to love and be loved especially with Jungkook. Again, he knew stubborn Seul would not let anything to jeopardize their friendship. She guarded Bangtan’s friendship with all her heart.

“How are you planning to tell him?” Jimin could imagine the pain that the maknae had to bear when the truth is out. Neither Seul nor Jungkook could be blame in this matter, like she said love is about you loving someone. Your mind can’t choose who you’re going to fall in love, because your heart does all the work.

A soft sigh escaped from her lips “I have to do it even it hurts” he felt his arm wrapped securely around her, making her lean against his shoulder. “Jungkook and you can handle this. We can’t please everyone, that is life. Does it mean you are choosing Yoongi hyung?” suddenly thinking again, she falls into deep silence.

For some reason her silence made him fear her decision. Seul deserved to be loved and to be in a relationship, Jimin knows how much his hyung loved this girl. Hell, if anything happens to her he would be the first one to be by her side without fail. That’s the beauty of Min Yoongi when he’s in love.

Seul smiled indulgently “Yoongi is a great man. Do I deserve him? He is too good for me” she doubted herself. Jimin noticed the uneasiness in her voice, so he got the idea who is in her heart.

“It is Yoongi hyung then” he chuckled softly.

Her face turned fifty shades red as she shook her head frantically “I didn’t say anything about choosing him!”

“But there are only two choices to begin with, it is either Jungkook or Yoongi hyung. Now, that you have explicitly rejected Jungkook, shouldn’t you be choosing hyung? Or do you have another guy in your mind” he looked unfazed by the idea of Seul liking someone else who isn’t Bangtan.

There is Jin. Seul hated herself for opening the chances for Jin.

Was she trying to be caught in another messy love web? She barely escaped Jungkook yet she’s making it hard for herself to decided when it involved Jin. Another thing was that, Jin had never mentioned his feelings openly. Was it safe to assume Jin only see her as a good friend?

This was confusing her.

She liked Yoongi, but there’s Jin.

“Drink up, I need to go back in a bit. Mother is alone since Hoon is in Daegu. Shouldn’t you be home by now? I heard you have a long day tomorrow for your comeback show” Jimin frowned when he noticed the latter tried to chance the topic. Maybe it is best to stop talking about serious thing like this and moved on to lighter topic.

“Yes, Mnet. Will you be able to come? I can get a ticket for you” she took a big slurp from her drink before opening a new drink for her to savour.

“I am sorry, I have to work tomorrow and accompanying mother for medical check-up. We finally get a donor that suit my mother, hopefully she is able to go for the surgery by the end of this month” her eyes glimmered in happiness.

Jimin clasped his hand together in delight “Really? Ahjumma finally got the donor! Seul-ah, that is good news! Let me know how it goes, I am happy for you and ahjumma” she tucked the strand of hair behind her ears.

“Thank you Jiminie. I will let you know how it goes okay?” Jimin was satisfied by the news and now that both of them had finally spent their first alone time as a friend together, it was even precious. They stayed for thirty more minutes finishing their snacks and non-alcoholic drinks since Seul couldn’t really take alcohol, the reason why they ended up drinking sodas.

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She pushed the password to her apartment and made her way inside hurriedly. To her dismay, she was welcomed by the sound of her mother’s shout from the living room which sounded like she’s having a huge fight with someone.

Seul kicked her shoes hastily approaching the loud sound only to be welcomed by a horrifying sight. Her mom was pressed against the wall while she threw a fit, meanwhile a man dressed in grey suit probably in his mid-fifties had his hand wrapped around her mother throat.  

“I should have killed you ever since you decided to keep the baby” he snarled.

Seul took a moment to digest the situation and without wasting any more time, she lurched forward pulling the man away from her mother. Using her strength, she pushed the man against the coffee table and went to aid her mother.  For a man that twice her size, she sure was quite strong to be able to push him without help.

“Mom, are you okay?” her mother coughed and panted heavily. The man dusted his clothes, standing up from his feet “Finally, the princess is back” Seul glared furiously at him, while helping her mom regaining her balance.

“Who the hell are you? Get out before I call the cops!”

“Jihyun you never told her about me, don’t you? I am hurt” he stretched one of his hand out for a handshake “Let me introduce myself, I am Lee Wonsuk, your fa-“ Mrs Hwang blazed in fury stopping the man before he could finish his word.

“KEEP YOUR FILTHY MOUTH SHUT!” the older woman outburst surprised Seul leaving the girl in daze. She was desperate to know who this man in front of her for her mother is to be this furious.

The man raised his hands with a mischievous look in his eyes “Alright, we will not talk about this tonight. You know Jihyun, you can’t keep this secret forever.  I will come to claim what is mine soon” his eyes then landed on Seul, making the girl feel smaller under his gaze. It sent chill down her spine.

“Nice to see you Ji Seul” dumbfounded by the situation, Seul watched the man disappeared from their vicinity and turned to face her mother.

“Mom, are you alright?” she held her arms, sitting her down on the couch. “Are you sure we just let him escape? You almost got killed!” Mrs Hwang shook her head weakly, leaning her back against the couch.

Seul went to get a glass of water and returned almost immediately by her mother side “Who is he? He seems to know you” the older woman smiled meekly, placing the glass on the coffee table.

“He is not important Seul, forget about him. He is just an old man with rage” displeased with her mother’s ambiguous answer, Seul did not stop her interrogation until she got the answers that she wanted.

“I don’t believe you, no- I choose not to believe you at all. Enough with secrets, this is your life we’re talking, what if he returns and hurt you? For once, can you treat me like a real adult, I can handle this!” Seul sighed lightly.

There was a long silence between them for a moment. “Are you going to make me wait?” she grew impatient. No matter what happens, today is the perfect day to learn the bitter truth, even it is hurt at least she’s no longer living in the dark.

The older woman muttered lowly finally unravelling the secrets that she kept for years from Seul. “Twenty-two years ago, a month before my wedding with Hoon’s father, I was raped” Seul stared at her in utter disbelief, shaking her head.

“By who?” she squished her mother’s hand, giving her strength to continue her story.

“Lee Wonsuk, he is your father’s best friend. And there was another man with him that night. I received a call from Wonsuk, that Hoon���s father got into a fight and was badly injured. I went to his place and the last thing that I remember was seeing his face in front of the doorstep. Then I blacked out. The next morning when I woke up, I saw two naked bodies beside me” she started to sob.

Seul swallowed the knot on her throat, weary with the weight of her mother’s grief. She wondered how she could bear the pain alone all those years. She embraced her mother tight, “I am sorry that you have to go through that pain alone, mom” her tears finally cascaded down swallowing all the pain at once.

Mrs Hwang held her lovely daughter close to her “That…man..is he my father?” praying hard inside, Seul really hoped the things that came from her mother contradicted to what she had in mind.

Expelling a long sigh, she looked empty and worn out. Seul gulped down a huge breath of air through her mouth, because she was afraid to hear the truth. Even though, she realized it was not something that she can simply deny knowing they were sharing the same blood.

“I don’t know.. I couldn’t remember that night, I was drugged. He came to me out of the blue and claimed that you are his. I…dont want to trust him.. You are mine, my daughter. Even though, if he is your father, I will not let him come near you. Seul, stay away from him. He is planning to take you away from me” she said, her voice containing a hint of panic.

“I won’t let him take me away from you, I promise. You and Hoon are the only family that I have. Mom, don’t stress yourself. You are not well, we will talk about this later. You need to rest” she took her cold hand in hers, stroking it gently giving a little heat to the freezing hands.

“Are you alright?” Mrs Hwang asked worriedly. She was concerned of her daughter’s mental health though Seul had stopped taking medicine for her depression, still it could relapse.

Seul glanced over at her mother, secretly wiping her tears “I will be fine, don’t worry about me” she gave her a reassuring smile. The pain that she felt was nothing if she were to compare it with her mother, it was best to keep it to herself.

She pressed once more not convince with Seul response “Seul-ah, don’t keep it to yourself, cry if you want to cry, scream if you are angry, that is what normal people do” she caressed her cheeks softly in hope Seul would say something about her resentment. To her dismay, she remained stoic.

“It is okay, I am fine” Seul left a soft kiss on her forehead before stood up from her seat.

“Where are you going Seul?”

“I need some time alone, I won’t be late. Get some rest alright? Don’t wait for me” her weak smile was another way to indicate ‘no, im not okay please go after me and save me’ . In this situation, Mrs Hwang tried to find a solution more like somebody to ensure she would not do anything stupid.

She quietly grabbed her purse and made her way to the door leaving her mother who seemed about to lose her mind seeing her only daughter disappeared beyond the door. Pushing herself up from the couch, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contact. Hwasa or Wongeun were the best choice that she had, Seul needed someone by her side.

In fact, Mrs Hwang knew her daughter would not express her pain openly to anyone even with her, she was very conscious of what she’s about to say. To see how she fought back and recovered from her depression back then was a miracle.

However, that doesn’t mean it wont come back to haunt her.

Her eyes stopped at that one name in her contacts, the exact person that could be another miracle in Seul’s life. Without further ado, Mrs Hwang pushed the green button and waited for her calls to be answered.

“Yoongi-ah, it is ahjumma. I need your help..It is about Seul..”

This work belongs to  Chimswae © 2021. All Rights Reserved

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Okay, but please consider once again; Beetlebabes and Anti Shippers should both be allowed to enjoy Beetlejuice without hate from anyone, we’re all just looking for a good time. You can avoid content you dislike, by either blocking a tag or user entirely. You don’t have to read something or look at it if you dislike it. Nether-Receipts also mostly counts death and rape threats sent directly to users and isn’t intended to send any hate to users. Hell, anti’s are allowed to submit things too!

ok here we go again so i get what youre i saying i understand that that would be super cool if everyone could just get along but the fact of the matter is that there are people in the world who are extremely triggered and hurt by certain content

and yes you can block people and yes you can block tags but if people know it will get a rise they will find a way

i have received accounts of certain parties deliberately breaking rules in discord servers that were clearly stated simply because they do not care about other people’s comfort or they do not care if theyre bothering people which frankly really bothers me

i have said before that i think a lot of people on the internet in general have issues with over identifying with bad traits and making it too integral to their personality and i think thats not great but i see it a lot

you could even argue that these anons that i have received tonight could have been sent through other channels via incognito windows or alternate accounts etc im fact i know for a fact that someone who sent me asks is someone who previously did have me blocked

isnt it sort of funny that im getting all of this all at once almost as if people have probably been talking about my shitty blog and planning out what theyd say to try and stump me but jokes on them i never shut up and have too much to say always i am never at a loss for words

if someone sent you to do this im sorry thats a huge bummer 

one more thing i gotta mention bc it would be cruel to not bring up but the accusations that you mention im not okay with those either im also not okay with making broad generalizations about eating disorders or responding to jokes with fiction with explicit rape the latter of which was deleted im pretty sure i dont know the specifics that was before i got tumblr but someone sent me a screencap

and im going to say this one more time i am pretty sure a lot of those asks are self sent if you examine the language and the content of the asks on the whole antis are pretty pc there are exceptions of course but on the whole there are certain phrases that arent used like slut is one that stands out thats kind of a slur in some circles

all im saying on that is that some of the worst asks that are sent seem to be almost too awful like the opposite of too good to be true i cant confirm that this is the case but it is what i think based on what ive seen from screenshots

also

you mention that antis can submit things too

thats kind of not true actually

i was angry recently because i saw that someone had actually reported someone for anti anti wow i hate how that sounds basically they were reported to the blog for saying some pretty mean things about fans of the musical that could be classified as gatekeeping and general nastiness for sure

the response to that submission was a lecture from the author of the blog and it was then deleted 

so yeah maybe they can submit but its not likely to be taken seriously but that being said if you want to send me stuff i wont repost it but i will get angry about it

anyway you seem like a nice person who only wants the best but to quote apersonal hero of mine magneto peace was never an option there is too much bad blood and too many morally sticky areas some of which are literally illegal in the united states but the internet is hard to monitor 

i hope this counts as considering

i stand by what i said in previous asks have a good night

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Under the Surface

Ateez x Reader(fem)

Part 7/?

Previous Parts: Master List

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: cussing

A/n: I hope you enjoy it :]

 “I don’t have a father” you finally spoke up feeling all eyes were on you while you only focused on the boy who just said unrealistic things. You began taking a few cautious steps towards him, “and how would you know that? About the water?” you asked slightly annoyed and scared over the fact he seems to know about you and how the world works under the surface, yet you have never seen him before. He looked around at the two men staring at you before he responded, “You know why,” was all he said, there was no way a male was the same as you. Thoughts raced through head as you remained the same on the outside, closed off and unwilling to actually accept anything he says, “you felt it, I know you did because I felt it too.”  he replied softly trying to be as non-threatening possible.

“It can’t be, only women can be this way” you shot back still resisting the meaning behind his words. “In reef communities, yes, it is impossible. But I am from,” he hesitated a bit before continuing, “the royal guard.”

Your eyes growing wide as he mentioned the royal guard, you have never met or seen them before but was always taught to respect them if they ever did show up for some reason. They hold high authority over the different communities. The royal guard is something only known by mermaids, it is something you all hold onto tightly, the security they provide if it was ever needed. And the fact he is standing before you is truly unsettling, especially his reasoning behind why he is here. What do you need protection from and who is he referring to as your father? Then again, he could just know something he shouldn’t and be using it to his advantage you thought.

“I’m sorry I misspoke.” You lowered your head slightly, deciding to just play along and find out what he knows about your kind and why he has shown up. “Please don’t do that” he said in a rush and then smiling again quickly to cover his slight panic of making you show respect to him, instead of the other way around. He took another look around realizing eyes from some other crew mates were now on him from different spots of the ship.

“I think its best if we continue this conversation privately.” Chris looked back to you with hope you would say yes and allow him to escape the prying eyes of the others.

“I don’t know...” you trailed off for a second and looked at Hongjoong absent mindedly for no reason really. However, once his eyes met yours you snapped back into it, looking away to watch anything else, San leaning over the side of the crow’s nest watching from a distance, Mingi walking to the kitchen, returning from his time behind the wheel, then eventually to Chris’ eyes who were still waiting for you to accept his proposition, they were confident just like the way he has carried himself so far.

“okay” you eventually agreed, “we can talk in the captain’s cabin” you finished, trying to avoid the look Hongjoong sent your way as you picked Yeosang’s clothes and slung them over your shoulder.

Hongjoong grabbed your wrist as you walked by to follow the blonde boy to the main deck, “I don’t trust him” he whispered to you, grip still present, “let me come with you” he stated more than asked. The look he was giving you was almost enough to make you say ok, but you knew this wasn’t going to be a light situation if he truly was a member of the guard. Apology strong in your facial expression, “you can’t, humans are not supposed to ever hear about the royal guard, he wont talk if you come.” You whispered back slowly grabbing his forearm with your free hand and removing his grip from you, “I will be ok” you smiled at him more so for his sake then it being genuine. “If anything happens were I can’t get to you in time” he sighed out debating if he should continue, “there is a pistol in the top right drawer of my desk.” He finished, his hand running though his messy hair followed by him pinching the bridge of his nose, a habit of his you have seen him do multiple times since you have been on the ship. Nodding slightly to him he stepped aside letting you catch up with Chris, who was now waiting on the main deck for you.

Climbing up the ladder that leads to the captain’s cabin, San was already there leaning against the door to the only room someone could have privacy. He looked as he always did, serious with a slight of playfulness behind his eyes.

“who is this, and why is he allowed to be here?” San questioned when you were close enough to hear him, “I’m Chris” he smiled reaching his hand out to greet San, which San watched for a while, making his gesture seem ridiculous before he slowly accepted. Watching them shake hands your attention was drawn to how bad San’s looked. Busted knuckles and scratches running down his fingers, blood still present as if he only just wiped his hands on a cloth without cleaning them, how could he have messed them so badly?

Noticing your stare San quickly brought his arms to his side hoping you didn’t piece two and two together. “what is so important you need to speak to y/n privately?” San quickly asked bringing your attention back to the present situation, making a note to help him clean them later since he obviously has no intention to, “that’s the thing,” Chris chuckled before dropping his friendly act becoming tired of getting questioned by these pirates, “If I tell you why, there wouldn’t be any point to speaking privately would there.” You watched as San pushed himself off the wall and flex his jaw before stepping closer to Chris who didn’t back down. Picking up what San was trying to hide to shut him up.

“Might not wanna throw a punch with those sore hands of yours.” Chris challenged, “how did that happen exactly?” San’s expression changing slightly into an unreadable one before he began to let out a annoyed laugh, “is today the day of the assholes of something?” he asked himself before shaking his head, causing a few stands of hair to dance along with his angered movements.

“San.” you were finally able to find the voice you didn’t know you lost, “it’s ok, I’ve already spoken to Hongjoong.” He moved to stare from Chris to you, only softening some, “Well that was Hongjoong not me.” He replied looking back at the foreign boy, “San” you said again, “I need to talk to him, and what he knows can’t be known by others.” You tried to explain as vaguely possible, Watching San he was trying to find another way to argue his way in, “then why is he telling you?”

“Because it is about me.” You stared at him waiting for him to back down and let you do this, to which he slowly shook his head, eyes following yours as they asked you not to trust him. You know not to trust him but you still want to know what he does, “It will be ok,” you smiled at him the same as before with Hongjoong, “I’ll meet you once we are done, ok?” you tried your hardest to assure him, to which he finally let out a defeated sign and began to stalk away hitting Chris’ shoulder with his as a silent warning.

“He’s rude” Chris voiced before opening the door and walking in on his own, as you stood outside for a couple seconds finding humor in his comment about San. He was right, San was being rude, but did he not notice himself in that situation? You shook your head to clear your thoughts before also walking in shutting the door behind you.

“He’s so rude, he doesn’t belong on this ship so why does he act like he does” San mumbled to himself as he climbed below deck for no reason other than he had nowhere else to be. And joined a sulking Wooyoung, sitting on the edge of his bed, face in his hands as his hair fell forward, not even realizing someone else was now down there with him. San fell silent and thought about just leaving for a second in case he wanted to be alone but quickly decided against it and sat beside the sulking boy. At first it was just quiet, both of them finding comfort in the silence before Wooyoung spoke first, “is she ok?” he asked pulling his face out of his hands to look at San, “I didn’t even check on her before storming off like that.” He sighed falling back on his bed, so he was laying on his back with his legs dangling off the side. “A scraped knee, but other than that see seems to be fine, even hanging out with an asshole right now.” San scoffed as he also fell back against the bed next to Wooyoung who’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion now. “Who?” he asked propping himself up on his elbow to look at San’s face, “Some stowaway, Crisp or something like that.” He replied clearly still annoyed.

Chris beat you to the desk, sitting on the top of it meaning you would have to sit on the bed which was far away from the drawer Hongjoong mentioned. “Why are you really here?” you asked trying to suppress the load of emotions flooding your body, the feeling he gave off only making things worse in this moment. “your father really did send me,” he began before rubbing his knees, not use to being on legs completely yet, “he wants to see you, so he sent me to make sure you get there safely.” He quite rubbing his knees, “who is he?” you asked, “humans aren’t supposed to know about you guys.” He smiled before lowering his head, “I guess you could say he is not a human. Anyway, I am not sure of all the details besides you need to go to him right away, we can leave tonight and me and my men will assure your safety.”

“Tonight? I can’t just leave with you; I don’t even know you and to be straight with you I have no intention to.” You stood up to make yourself seem more serious, “plus if my father isn’t human what is he, a mermaid?”, “listen, I know this is crazy and I am a stranger, but you are facing more danger by staying here then coming immediately with me. For me it is not an option weather you say yes or no. I will personally drag you there myself to make sure both of us stay alive.” He stood up as well using his hands to emphasize his words, “Staying here will be the death of you and everyone on this ship.” This shut you up, guilt rushing through you by the thought of something happening to everyone because of you, “Some of her spawns have already been getting closer to this ship and once they do its all over.” Raking your hand through your tangled hair you closed your eyes, “I don’t know what you are talking about though.” You sat back down waiting for him to elaborate some, “why am I being hunted down by some lady and my supposedly father?” you stared at him waiting for a explanation you could understand, “because you are more important than you have been grown up being told” Chris answered vaguely.

“How I’m I important?” he shook his head, “I don’t completely know, I just follow my order.” “and my father ordered you to do this correct?” he hesitated for a second trying to figure out what you were trying to imply, “yes” you stood back upon and began pacing, “so he has authority over you which means he has power.” To which he just nodded at you, “then who is he in terms of ranking?” you questioned farther. “that I can’t say until you meet him.” Scratching your eyebrow in frustration you thought of any other thing you could ask to reveal him not trustworthy or a fraud. Coming up with nothing you gave him a death glare, “is it necessary to leave tonight?” thinking he nodded slowly before stopping, “well, if they are willing to risk it, it is safer for you to stay out of the water completely. But their ship could be easily spotted and overtaken.”  “what are you trying to say?” you had a little hope of being able to stay a few more days, “if, and only if they agree we could sail for the three-day trip before getting in the water. However, we need to go south, and they seem to be heading west.” You nodded quickly before heading towards the door, “also,” he stopped you before you could leave, “I will be under helping watch but if you need something knock on the side of the ship.” He smiled at you, “this leg life is not for me.” You nodded again smiling back at him before proceeding to leave, “oh,” he stopped you again, hand on the doorknob, “don’t discuss the details with them, they are pirates after all.” Annoyance rushing through you at that comment before you dropped your smile and left without saying anything.

Were you actually going to believe this man and meet your so-called father? Someone who can’t even be revealed to you yet. Everything about this situation seems off and weirdly rushed, however if what he said was true you had to keep these boys safe. Even if it is a slim chance of something happening, you could have prevented it, saved them.  

“who was that?” Yeosang joined your side breaking you from your thought. Taking in your outfit he noticed you never changed, “did the clothes not fit right? I knew I should have picked you up some while we were on land” he continued as he kept his pace the same as yours. “Yeo,” he smiled at nickname, “where is Hongjoong, I have something important to discuss with him.” Smile faltering some he thought for a second, “I think he is at the front of the boat; he goes there to think.” You smiled before hugging him, something you wouldn’t have normally done as it is unnatural to you, “I like your clothes just as much I would have new ones.” Hugging you back he understood something was happening and decided not to stress you out more with questions. Letting go of one of the boys you are worried for, you headed to the front of the ship, eventually seeing a silhouette of the captain under the golden light of soon to be dusk.

“shell for your thoughts?” you asked as you sank down next to him. Laughing slightly from your question he looked over at you making sure nothing was harmed, “just wondering what was being said in that top-secret meeting of yours.” His face glowing from the falling sun, highlighting his high nose and curious eyes, “you know, top secret stuff” you smiled before playfully hitting his shoulder with yours causing him to let out another chuckle.

“Are you ok?” he saw through your playful advances, “not really” you looked out at the water, “I have to either leave soon or really soon depending on what you decide.” He looked taken aback from your confession, “why my decision?” still looking out to the slightly white capping sea, “because this is your ship, your crew” you looked back at him deciding on bluntness, “are you willing to change course for a few days?” this time he looked to the sea, “I’m not sure,” he sounded apologetic, “I would need to talk to Mingi first.” He looked at you before down at your lips, admiring how they matched every other beautiful aspect you held, tempting him to just claim them.

Without realizing you continued talking, mind to clouded with questions to even realize his movements, “could you ask him soon? I might have to leave tonight if not.” You stated snapping Hongjoong out of his trance immediately, “tonight?” his voice cracking before furrowing his eyebrows, “With that guy?” he looked genuinely hurt when you nodded your head.

“if we can switch directions how much longer could you stay?” he was almost scared to hear the answer, “three days” you fought back the overwhelming urge to tear up when his face shifted to sadness, “will you come back after” his voice wavered, as the slight breeze played with his hair, “I don’t know” was all you could think to say as you also pulled him into a hug he gladly reciprocated, “Joong, I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused” you sighed into him, to which he just rubbed your back gently, comforting you which ultimately comforted him as well. “I will talk with Mingi don’t worry.” You just nodded into his shoulder as he slowly pulled you a way, “you should tell the others if worse does come to worse.” He slightly smiled, sadness still present in his features as he stood up and quickly walked off to find Mingi. Leaving you to wonder how you will let the others know.

First off was San, who you were supposed to speak to first after ending your meeting. He was becoming hard to find you thought as you rounded a corner and slapping straight into a chest none other then the one you were searching for. “oww.” San gasped clutching his chest, “imma need medical attention” he called out falling to the floor before looking up at you, “you took my breath away twice in a single second.” He winked before standing back up when he saw the way your facial expression stayed the same. “Thanks for reminding me, you really do need medical attention” you looked to his still neglected hands to which he tried hiding. “I’m ok, I actually am really busy right now-“ “I have something I need to talk to you about” you cut him off leaving no room for argument, “yes ma’am” he answered, no longer in anyway resembling the way he was acting before. Almost as if that side of him never came out in the first place, “by the way what did that jerk have to say to you?” you smiled, there it is you thought to yourself, you knew he wasn’t completely over it yet, “I’ll tell you over treatment” he rolled his eyes, “fine, deal.”

Next Part

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wanted to send you a prompt i was gonna do but i am too lazy prompt: mike and will have been dating but havent said i love you, mike is going on some trip for a week where cell phones dont work (obv future fic) and so Byeler is having a phone convo before mike arrives at his destination and they wont be able to talk to each other a week and will says tells mike he loves him but before mike can respond the phone disconnects as Mike arrives at the destinationn

[ crossposted on AO3 ]

“Finished packing yet?”

Mike turns from his suitcase and the clothes piles spread about the floor in his room and grins when he spots Will leaning on the doorframe a few feet away. He’s got two iced coffee cups in hand, indicative of finishing his part-time hours at the local coffee shop a few blocks north from the Byers residence. Mike wonders if Will biked his way over or took a lift with his brother to come visit before the Wheelers make their way on an impromptu trip to upstate New York at a cabin his dad had recently inherited.

The kneeling boy waves his hands at the disorderly state surrounding him and shrugs. “I’m trying and failing at packing the right clothes for this venture, I’ll say that.”

Will chuckles and walks fully into the room. He passes along Mike’s coffee, shoving around haphazardly folded pants to find a seat on the floor beside the other boy. Mike watches him grab a sweater and toss it aside. “It’s summer so you don’t need to pack heavy. Just grab some t-shirts and jeans; that should do. Shorts too if you’d like.”

“Sure,” sighs Mike before sipping from his cup. “I don’t want to make the visit miserable if I’m wearing the wrong clothes. Wrong for the weather and wrong for looking tolerable in the photos I know Mom is gonna force on me.”

Will laughs, a gentle breeze in the summer’s heat. “You’ll look good in whatever you put on.”

“As my boyfriend, you’re kind of obligated to say that.”

“Not really.” the brunette leans in to kiss Mike’s cheek. “I’ll let you know when you look bad if only for the sake of my own eyes.”

“And when you won’t be next to me, how will you judge my outfits properly?”

Will checks his watch and hums. “When’s your departure? If you have time, you can try out some of the outfits and I’ll let you know what works.”

Mike grins as he reaches over Will’s lap and snags a band t-shirt. “Sneaky aren’t you; tryna get me undressed.”

“I’ll cover my eyes.” Will places his unoccupied hand over his eyes but spreads his fingers between his middle and ring fingers to peek through the opening. Mike scoffs, tossing a stray pair of shorts at his face which makes the brunette laugh heartily. Mike already misses Will, the knowledge that they’ll be separated for a week squeezing his heart dry with romantic despair. He wishes Will could come with but the trip was pretty unplanned and though Mike's “job” as a blog writer and editor doesn’t require a remote location, Will’s job doesn’t allow the same ease when taking off work.

(Though Mike thinks he’ll probably still be working offline on an article if his mom doesn’t steal his laptop for “family bonding in the forest” time.)

Mike’s sudden fashion show lasts for about an hour and while Will does offer good input, most of that hour is spent playing around and Mike sneaking in as many kisses as they can get away with whenever Mike peels off a shirt and struggles to get his head through the tight collar of another. Afterwards, Will helps finish packing and when completed, they lounge about on Mike’s bed as Will discusses the customers he met earlier in the day.

Though he knows packing just mere hours before departure isn’t a habit he should develop, especially when the plans for his career require frequent traveling, he spent the night before editing a movie review scheduled for posting during the drive. Mike doesn’t regret his momentary time mismanagement if it means he spends more time with Will before the trip. The article can wait—he’s posting it early anyway—but time spent with his boyfriend is always coveted.

When Mike’s mom knocks on the door, Will pulls away from Mike’s chest where he rested his head as they page through Mike’s hard copy of The Golden Compass which he wanted to review in line with the show’s release. Shaking his head and straightening his hair as best as possible, Mike struts to his door and opens it with raised eyebrows. His mom looks up from checking her phone and offers Mike a tight smile before looking past him to wave at Will.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you two,” she starts warmly, “but Mike, we have to get going soon. The traffic through the city is getting dense thanks to an accident on the 70.”

“Got it,” replies Mike as he turns back to Will, who walks to his side with both their empty cups in hand. “I’ll see you in a few days, Byers.”

“‘Course.” Will grins and leans up to press a gentle kiss to Mike’s cheek. “Call me when you’re getting close to your destination.”

“Sure, worrywart,” he teases but turns his face to kiss Will’s lips one last time before he has to depart. He watches Will nod bashfully at his mom and give her a short goodbye before making his way downstairs. Mike doesn’t look away until he hears the front door closing and then he casts his gaze on his mom. “Are Dad, Nancy, and Holly waiting outside?”

“Yes,” she nods toward the front of the house. “We’ll all just waiting on you now.”

It doesn’t take long for Mike to join his family at the car, and as his dad pulls out the driveway, Mike turns in the direction of the Byers and smiles when he sees Will on his bike a little ways down the road watching. He sticks his hand out the window, his wave only growing more frantic when Will waves back. Holly giggles and Nancy makes a side comment about love sick teenagers as if she wasn’t one herself during her escapades with Steve, Jonathan, and now Robin. The first hour and a half fills with Holly saying “moo” every time they pass a cow on the way to the interstate and Mike feels like smashing his head against his window when they pass a farm and Holly moos until she nearly passes out. Pulling out his phone, Mike shoots Will a selfie of himself despondently looking out the window and groans when his cell service takes its sweet time sending the message along. Mike gets a reply a reply twenty minutes later: Will laughing at his misery with a short additional, “you’ll be there before you know it,” and a bunch of kiss emojis.

The next hour passes with Mike flipping through his ever growing Will gallery, a digital photo album filled with selfies and candid shots of Will, both solo and with Mike. He’s not one for being in photos himself but Will manages to drag him into a few selfies here and there. He doesn’t mind snapping a selfie either by himself or together—cheeks squished as they both attempt to fit in the frame as Mike holds the phone up and out—because Will always asks him to send the photo along and then makes it his lock screen until the next time he convinces Mike it’s photo time.

After settling on a candid shot Mike snapped when he and Will visited Lovers’ Lake and the sun framed Will like a bright halo of fire, Mike settles on playing a mobile game for about another two hours before staring out the window until the trees blend together and his eyes find themselves sliding shut. He wakes up a few times here and there when the family stops at gas stations and picks up snacks—he definitely remembers his mom arguing with his dad about stopping at a hotel which they ultimately don’t do—but he wakes up for the final time to his phone buzzing in his lap, startling him out of a dream he quickly forgets upon waking. Caller ID tags the number as Will and he immediately answers as he scrambles for his headphones in his pocket.

“Hey,” he begins, shoving the headphone plug into the slot at the bottom of the device, “Is everything okay back home?”

“Everything’s great,” Will’s voice crackles on the line and Mike peaks outside in the darkness to notice the forest surrounding him. They must be close to the cabin destination already. He didn’t think he had slept for that long. “Just checking in since it’s about time you’ve arrived if your dad didn’t take a rest.”

Mike laughs. “You’re cute, you know, checking up on me like this.” He hears Nancy snorting and reaches over Holly to pinch her bare arm. She glares at him and covers Holly’s eyes to flip him off. “Nancy says hello by the way.”

“Hello back to her.” Mike can hear Will’s grin and his heart clenches in sorrow at the current distance between them. “Are you doing okay there?”

“Yeah, peachy.” Mike yawns and covers his mouth. “Is it too cheesy to say I already miss you?”

“Maybe, but I miss you, too, so you don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”

A sleepy smile curls itself on Mike’s lips. “One week, Byers; one week and then I’m back.”

“Yeah, but don’t spend your time counting down the days, alright? I’ll do that for us both; you just have a great time at the cabin.”

Mike would kiss him if he could. “I’ll try my best but you know how my brain works.”

“Are you telling me it actually does work?”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Will laughs heartily. “Why are you laughing; I’m serious this time.”

“Sure, Wheeler.” Mike frowns as the last bit of his name gets caught in static. “Hey, I know this is probably something that should wait until you’re back but this separation made me realize I should tell you either way.”

“This sounds pretty important.”

“Yeah. I, uh, you probably already know this though but,” and Will takes a deep breath and releases it, though Mike hears it in short, split crackles. “Mike, I love you.”

The clarity in those four words stuns Mike into speechlessness and his mouth dries as his heart thumps speedily in his chest. Will is right, Mike already knows Will loves him, but this is the first time Will has ever said the fact out loud. I love you echoes in Mike’s head at the reverb levels of a rock guitarist. It takes far too long for his brain to come back online, but by the time it does, the car speeds past a brush of trees and the call suddenly drops. Mike looks down at his phone screen as the loud call dropped tone passes through his headphones. His home screen—a playfully disgruntled selfie as Will kisses his cheek—stares him back in the face as Will’s voice continues to bounce about in his head.

Mike, I love you.

Mike quickly calls back but his phone spits back the message that he has no service. “Nancy,” he hisses even though the entire car heard his part of his conversation with Will anyway, “do you have any service on your phone? I need to call Will back and my phone is being homophobic.”

Nancy raises her eyebrows but checks phone and shakes her head. “Looks like you’re straight out of luck.”

“Ha; you’re quite the comedian, aren’t you.” Mike reaches forward to tap his mom’s arm. “Mom, can I borrow your phone to finish a call?”

“Sorry, sweetie, I’ve lost service, too. I don’t think any of us can use internet on our phones.”

“Does the cabin at least have wifi?”

“Nope,” snorts Mike’s dad as he drives the car down a dirt road further into the forest. “You kids these days need to learn what life is like without cell phones anyway.”

Mike rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath, “Okay, boomer.”

“What was that, young man?”

“Okay, bummer.” Nancy bites on her bottom lip and Mike sends her a grin before settling in his seat.

Their mom reaches a hand back to rest on Mike’s knee. “It’s only 7 days, Michael. I’m sure both you and Will can last that long without contact.”

He told me he loves me, Mom, he wants to explain but Will’s words are too fresh and far too private to blurt out in front of the whole family. He crosses his arms silently and turns to stare out the window, hoping that Will can wait out these next few days and hoping he doesn’t think Mike hung up on him after such an important conversation. I love you, too, he thinks to himself, smiling as he presses his hand against the chilly window and imagines Will on the other side as if the car window is the window in Will’s room and Will’s inside watching Mike with that ever so lovestruck grin filled with appreciation that Mike came over despite the cold night to comfort Will from the nightmares that occasionally plague him to this day.

I love you, Will, he repeats inwardly, wait for me.

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 18)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:3092

Warnings: Language, mentions of stabbing, mentions of manupulation

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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“Are you insane? I can’t talk to you if you’re going to be like this,” Tony said as he spoke to Shannon in the conference room. All of the Avengers had gathered there, trying to decide what to do with you two. 

“Look, if they go back to Asgard, they’ll be put to death, most likely,” Shannon reminded, resonating Thor’s words from earlier.

“Maybe that’s what should happen,” Tony said in a small voice, making Shannon flinch. When he saw how his words affected her, he retracted them. “Alright, fine. No death. What do you propose?”

“They stay here on Earth where we can watch them. If they’re in Asgard, Y/N only grows stronger there. She might just regain her strength and come back.”

“Our prisons are inescapable,” Thor informed casually from the side of the room.

Shannon glanced over to him. “Be that as it may, your brother and Y/N are incredibly clever, it’s a risk we can’t take. Putting them back on Asgard only ensures that she will get stronger.”

“So, what, you want to send them to a little BNB here?” Tony asked, frustrated.

“No.”

“Then what? We can’t put them in regular prison. They’ll kill all the guards and inmates just getting out, which won’t be a problem for them.”

“I don’t know where we should put them, Tony, I’m only stating that I think they need to be on Earth.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Nat agreed, piping up.

“Yeah, if keeping them from Asgard keeps them less powerful, I’m all for it,” Clint added. 

Tony looked around the room, realizing this was the way it was going to be. No one wanted you two back on Asgard, and they’d feel better if they could keep a close eye on you here.

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Loki and you sat next door in an entirely concrete room while the others argued about where to put you. Neither of you had spoken since the revelation about your willingness to let Tony beat you. 

“What do you think they’ll do with us?” you chanced, hoping to get Loki to speak to you. 

“Oh, you think talking to me will get me to be less angry?” he snapped as he sat on a concrete bench. 

You flinched at his tone. 

“You betrayed me, Y/N. How could you? I took torture for you from that mad Titan, and you, in return, let Stark beat you. Why? Does my life mean that little to you?” he asked, venom in his voice, but pain in his eyes.

Your eyes slid to his face, which was still bloody from the battle and your heart clenched. “Loki, no. I tried… But I wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t look into her eyes and hurt her. I couldn’t hurt him.”

“But you can endanger my life?” he asked, his words dripping with anger.

“Did you let Thor live?” you suddenly asked. 

“What? What in gods’ name does that have to--”

“Thor. You and him went hand to hand. I saw it. What did you stab him with? Oh, yes, the smallest weapon you could conjure up. So do not sit here and pretend to hate me for the same faults you have, Loki. I will not stand for it,” you snapped angrily. “You couldn’t hurt Thor anymore than I could hurt Shannon. Neither of us wants to be here. Neither of us wanted to hurt the ones we loved. Do not make Thanos happy by causing a rift between us. So I couldn’t kill him so what? I promise, if Thanos gets ahold of us, I will take whatever punishment he has in mind for you. I have always been ready to bear the pain of our failures.”

Loki’s features softened slightly at this. He knew he was being hypocritical. He knew this was hard for you. He knew you might not have the stomach to hurt Shannon, or even Tony. You had told him this, and he had simply told you to try your best. 

Before he could respond, the door swung open and you were greeted by nearly all of the Avengers.

“Okay love birds, let’s go,” Tony said as he waved you two forward. They proceeded to put you two in heavy chains. Around your hands, ankles, and neck. You could barely get a good stride in without choking yourself. 

Shannon was with them, but she wouldn’t look at you. 

All of you got into the staircase -- the elevators were too small to hold everyone -- and you descended them for a long time. It started to get a lot colder as you went down. Finally, you reached two wide double doors that slid open as Tony approached them. They walked you two into a large room, seated in the middle was what looked like a stage, almost. 

In the middle of the square concrete room sat a smaller square apartment. Glass walls stood on all four sides and it was elevated off the floor by about three feet. From out here you could see a kitchen, a living room, an office, and apparently a bedroom. The living room had a black leather couch, bright white carpeting, two black leather chairs and a glass coffee table. The kitchen appeared to be more of a kitchenette with charcoal cabinetry, a white granite island, and white tile. The office was a dark room, about 8 x 8 with dark walls. 

Before you could oggle too much, they shoved you forward towards the doors and pushed you two in. Thor unlocked the chains from both of you, and stepped back outside. He hit a button and the door sealed shut, trapping you two inside.

“Welcome to the rest of your lives,” Tony started as he began walking around on the outside, circling you like a caged animal. “Better get comfy. You will not make food requests, you’ll eat whatever I eat that day, unless, food allergies, either of you?” he asked while he pointed at the two of you. “No? Okay then. Moving on. Your air is ventilated. You have plumbing and some books. I might give you TV in a year if you’re good. But no internet. I don’t need either of you out on the web.”

Loki simply glared at Tony while he spoke. You stood there, trying not to feel humiliated in front of old friends. 

“Clean up after yourselves. Oh, and JARVIS can see and hear everything you do. So if we hear anything about ‘escape’, ‘break out’, ‘murder’ -- you know, red flags, he’ll let me know. And if you even think of tampering with any of the technology down here, alarm bells will go off and security will be here before you can say ‘Asgard’. So like I said, get comfy.”

With that, he turned, gave a long look at Shannon, and the rest of them left. Well, all but Steve and Shannon.

“Shannon, you coming?” Steve asked.

“No, not just yet.”

“Well I’m not leaving you alone down here. It isn’t safe.”

“Then wait for me,” she instructed with a slight exasperation in her voice.

“Shannon, please,” you pleaded, walking towards the wall to get closer to her. “You have to find a way to get us out of here. It isn't what you think. Please.”

She laughed while her arms crossed. “You think that's gonna work? That might have worked before, but I am not the same girl you knew. I've changed.”

You face fell as you nodded. “You're right. Clearly you've changed. The Shannon I knew would at least listen to me. Hear my side of things.”

“Tony almost died!” she shouted at you. 

“And who caught him!?” you screamed back. “Whatever you think you know, it isn't right. Maybe you have changed. Maybe you're stronger. Maybe you're smarter. Maybe you're even wise enough to see past my lies or Loki’s tricks. But guess What? You still love blueberries on your pancakes. You still prefer rain at night than in the morning. You still hate too much foam in your coffee.”

Shannon shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. “Stop.. stop it!” she pleaded.

“Why? Because you know I'm right? Because you know I know you better than anyone?”

Her face whipped up to look up at you. “And what did you do with that information? Hmm? You used it. You used it against me. You tricked me. Manipulated me. You stabbed me, multiple times.”

“Not fatally. And you know that. Your time in the Red Room should have clued you in that I purposely didn't hit any major organs or arteries. You know this. Deep down whether you want to believe it or not, you know something isn't right. I let Tony win. I didn't fatally wound you. I could have won our fight easily. How? Projections. It would've been easy to throw you off. But I didn't. And even though you know all this, you still believe me a monster.”

“You are a monster. You brought hell to Earth, straight to our back door. I did ask you why you lost against Tony and you didn't answer me.”

“I lost because I couldn't do it. I couldn't hurt Tony or you any more.”

“Oh yeah that was clear when you threw him out the window and launched a fucking kitchen at me!” 

You clenched your fist. “I didn't kill you. I would never hurt you like that,” you stated through clenched teeth.

“But you came here with the intention to hurt everyone for your and Loki's own sake, you keep saying you wont hurt me but keep doing it anyway,” she said with anger boiling in her eyes, you knew not to keep pushing but you did it anyway. 

You ran your hands through your hair. “Fine! Yes! I hurt you. I threw Tony out the window, I stabbed you, I attacked you. But it’s not like you didn’t return the favor. You stabbed Loki, threw me out of a window -- where I didn’t have a suit to catch me. But I…” You sighed. This was stupid, it was going in circles. “I didn’t kill you. That was never my intention. I was trying to keep you from getting killed. You can believe me or not, I don’t care. Clearly you aren’t going to listen.” You sighed and turned around, crossing your arms, fighting back tears. 

“Do you know how many times I defended you and your actions since you’ve returned?! Tony kept saying my Y/N was dead.” She made you look over. 

“Good! You should be defending me! It means we haven’t lost all hope that your compassion is completely gone!” you said angrily, your voice loud inside the small apartment. Loki sat on the black leather couch in the living room, the room you were standing in, listening on with guilt-ridden ears. It was all his fault you were even in this mess. “It means we have a small hope that you’ll actually listen to us.”

But you didn’t see it that way. You two had to do what you had to to survive, to make sure your loved ones survived. 

“The time to talk, to get me to listen, or ask for any help was before you chained me to a chair and stabbed me,” she darkly informed. 

“Maybe I couldn’t,” you stated. “Did you ever think of that?” 

“Even if it had been that you couldn’t out right say it you would have hinted at what was going on like you used to, or did you completely forget?” She scowled at you. “What happened to our code words? To the signals I taught you? Should have known you’d never used them, what do you expect me to tell my parents? When they see the news of you and me fighting? Did you forget they’re worried about you too or that they love you like their own child?” she spat looking at you with disdain. 

In a quiet, harsh voice, you responded, “I’m not their child. I never was. No one wanted me. I was a charity case. That’s all I ever was. Frigga gave me up, my foster parents never wanted me, and your parents hardly ever wanted me around.” Your eyes drifted to meet hers. 

“That's where you’re wrong. They loved you for who you were. Had you been their daughter they would have kept you with them!” she yelled, making the room shake and making her eyes cloud milky red again the walls began turning foggy. “They wouldn’t have sent you to become an assassin like they did with me, they only began treating me right after they found out what the Red Room Program was. They feared me.” She looked pained saying it. 

You had no idea what to say. You were angry and hurt that she wouldn’t hear anything you had to say. Still she defends you now even from your own hatred. Shoulders drooping you turn to her you see she’s standing like you are but the fog is still around her. 

“Shannon… I…” What? What could you possibly say at this point? Thanos voice was in your head, mocking you, twisting memories in your head. Was Shannon actually ever against you? Or did she want you to succeed? Surely you wouldn’t spend over ten years with someone who made you unhappy. 

Perhaps she was a good friend, deep down, you knew this. But you were too far down the rabbit hole. How do you even begin to explain what happened? 

“What?” she snapped, her voice thick. She was crying. “What can you possibly say to me?” 

“I didn’t do any of this voluntarily,” you finally said, your tone heavy as you stared at her. Loki’s gaze snapped up to you and he stood, ready to stop you from saying more. “I was brainwashed.”

Shannon frowned and stepped forward, curious. “Seriously? That’s your excuse? Brainwashing?” 

You nodded. “A titan, who goes by the name of Thanos… We fell onto the Chitauri planet, he told us if we weren’t of use to him that we needed to be killed. So… Loki bargained for our lives. We would do his bidding so long as he didn’t kill us.” You hung your head and let out a humorless laugh. “Lot of good it did, he still tortured Loki every day, and brainwashed him. He is so much further gone than I am. I at least remember some of my past. Thanos takes your fears, your insecurities and he twists them. He turns them into reality.” You stopped, realizing you were getting off point. “He told us to come to Earth, to rule it. He needed the Tesseract. I don’t know why and I didn’t ask because questions only got Loki hurt.” 

“Why didn’t you fight him?” she demanded. “I know you’re strong enough. Both of you are.”

You laughed again, this time, it was filled with sorrow. “We couldn’t. We were surrounded by his army, and he’s not exactly a normal being.”

“So you just let him bully you? You just let him do this to you? That's…. The most cowardly thing I’ve ever heard,” she stated, disappointment in her voice.

You swallowed and nodded. “You’re right… It is. If it had been you, you would’ve been brave and had the strength to fight. You would’ve stood up, stood against him, and said no. But I didn’t. I’m not strong like you. I never have been.” You stared at her, speaking calmly and matter-of-factly. “He threatened Loki, and I crumbled. Tony gives you strength.” You looked back to Loki who seemed tense as he stared back at you. “But Loki… he’s my weakness. His life was on the line and I said I would do anything to keep him alive, even if it meant hurting you, or nearly killing Tony or you.” 

“All of this was for him?!” She pointed at Loki accusingly. “You’ve only known him for a year, and you basically left the whole universe to perish?” She shook her head, not knowing what else to say. 

You barely shrugged as you looked at her. “Can you really tell me if it was Tony versus the universe, you wouldn’t choose Tony?” you challenged lightly.

 “You know I was trained to pick what's right. I would have picked the universe, no matter what my heart says,.” she said with an unreadable expression. “He already knows if it ever came down to saving us or the world, it's my life to save everyone else,” she said firmly

“It’s easy to say that, when you aren’t actually faced with that choice. I know you, Shannon. I know how much the training is ingrained in you.” You took a step forward and leaned your arm on the glass and got less than an inch away from the glass separating you two. “I also know your heart is a lot bigger, and a lot more than your training. Natasha bargained for Barton. She had the same training you did. And I’m not too sure Tony wouldn’t just choose you over everyone else. It isn’t a fault, Shannon. It’s called humanity.”

“You’re telling me about humanity? Then where was yours when you starting throwing punches? Where was your humanity while half of New York was being destroyed? While innocent people got killed!” She sounded tired at this point from listening to the pointless banter. “Believe what you want, I’m done. With everything.” She waved around the room. “Enjoy your stay because it’ll be a long one.” She began turning away from you and heading to the door where Steve had heard everything. 

You were silent. There wasn’t much left to say. You’d completely lost everything here on Earth, especially the one person who was most important was walking away from you for good. “I’m so sorry, Shannon, I wish things were different…”

“I used to think that too….” She took one final look at you, heartbreak was visible in her eyes. “I hope he was worth it all.” She whispered the last bit. Steve put his arm around her shoulder and held her half walked her out you could see this really had taken a toll on her. 

“Shannon, Shannon, Shannon! No, wait, Shannon!” you screamed after her, slamming your hand on the glass, but she ignored you as she and Steve slipped through the sliding doors, not looking back at you.

You turned around, tears in your eyes, to face your fellow inmate.

“So...It’s just us then,” Loki coolly said, looking at you.

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[kilibaggins]

So, I got an Anon Hate: 

That I want to respond to, but I also want to just block them, so I’m making this separate post. 

You know what? You’re right! I don’t post original content a lot! Most of my content is reblogs and shitposts at this point. And honestly? I like that. It’s a lot less stressful than pushing out a bunch of fanfics. 

(From here on it gets pretty upsetting and sad so watch out please. i tried to tag triggers but theres probably some im missing)

I am a trans guy, who is forced to be deadnamed, misgendered, etc. Every. Single. Day. My mental health is very low. I am sad most of the time. I have mood swings Where I’m happy one moment, but then Horribly sad the next. 

I have school 5 out of 7 days. Most weeks im working 6 out of 7 or even a full week just on school. I have a very hard time concentrating on the work, so It takes me much longer than “normal”. An assignment meant to take 20 minutes can take up to 50 or even an hour. I am slow. It is VERY hard for me to concentrate and understand what I am learning. 

I am almost constantly tired in some way. Physically, mentally, emotionally, etc. I don’t like being out of bed most days, and If I could? I’d be in my bed every minute of every day forever. 

I have arguments with my parents at least every two days, whether it be a small argument, or a huge screaming match. This causes me to be tired, because I cry when i argue with people. I also get really sad, and genuinely hate myself after these arguments. And i cant express that to them, because My mom will just call it me pitying myself. 

I come on tumblr for an escape from school. And escape from my constant stream of thoughts that dont shut up. An escape from my self harm urges and troubles. And wanna know what i see? People like you. People who pick apart my activities and insult me about them. People misgendering me in my askbox because I have committed the crime of admitting im trans. I get called slurs daily (Especially the T slur. People really like that slur for some reason.). I constantly have the feeling of being annoying because people like you come into my ask box and bombard me with hate anons about how annoying and worthless I am. 

When i do want to write, I cant. I’m tired. I’m sad. I’m filled with bad thoughts and i have ZERO motivation. I TRY to write. I TRY to be better. I TRY to be how you guys want me to be. I fucking TRY. I can’t sometimes, and honestly, Fuck yo for judging me for that. Fuck you for being so hateful that you scream at me about me not writing or updating a fucking fic, when i constantly feel like my life is falling apart. Fuck you for assuming I cant have a hard life,or I cant be busy simply because I’m 16. Fuck You. 

Anon hate is absolutely disgusting, but honestly I keep anon on for the wonderful anons I have who check on me, and send me asks about John Murphy, and people request fics, but sometimes YOU make me want to turn them off. So I can get away from people like you, nonnie. 

You hurt me, You belittle me, You make me feel as If i’m not enough when I'm trying my best, and that is absolutely terrible. 

I AM TRYING. It is so hard to write some days, and I’m trying my best to write. 

I’m trying so hard to be good for you all, To post for you all, To be a good writer, to Come up with good ideas and execute them well. 

I’m trying my hardest. But maybe you expect me to tr harder. To stay up until 4 AM just to write a fic that you wont bother to comment on or even reblog, and wake up at 8 with 4 hours of sleep, just to continue the cycle,a dn be even more tired than I already am. 

i am a human being. Me being 16 does not change the fact that I am busy. It does not change the fact that I Have WORK TO DO. It doesnt change the fact that I have shitty mental health. 

Fuck You, Anon. 

[klaussstilinski]

Chapter 3

AN: So I've decided to post 2 chapters this week for being gone. I’m currently making a schedule and I’ll be posting 1 to 2 times weekly. Ya girl went and got a job and got distracted. But i’m back, a little rusty but none the less i’m back. Please leave any and all kinds of feedback, all is welcome. Thank you to everyone who supports me, it means the world to me! I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING ABOUT THE SHOW ON MY BLOCK, JUST CHARACTER/S DAISY. Also please ignore any mistakes, i’m sorry.

WORDS: 1500+ 

Driving like a mad woman I make it to Ruby’s house in 10 minutes. Jumping out the car I just about run to the door. Before I even have a chance to knock the door swings open.  

“Finally, we’ve been calling you all morning.” Ruby announces as I walk in past him.

“Well excuse me for wanting to enjoy my day off for the first time in 2 weeks. Plus, I don’t really want to spend all my time around teenagers.” Shaking my head, “I also had plans today.”

“Well if you ask me this is more important!” Jamal says waving his arms around. “Like hello Cesar joined the gang!”

“FORCED....he was forced.”

“We don’t know that Monse.”

“Well it makes sense if you ask me. Oscar got out, Cesar started following him around and then boom Cesar is “in” the gang.” Monse spits back.

“First everybody calm down, do we even know if it’s true?” Looking around I lock eyes with everyone. “Not everyone speak at once.!”

“He was jumped in, I saw the bruises on him the other night.” Monse responds looking everywhere but at me.

“And how did you manage to see his bruises?” I ask squinting my eyes and pointing my finger at her.

Swallowing thickly, “His eyes were pretty bruised and his arm when I touched it.”

I don’t believe her, I’ve had an inkling about her and Cesar ever since she left to go to writing camp. When she left all Cesar would do was ask about her, what she was doing, how she was doing. Which is very normal they’re friends, or was friends I'm not too sure now. But then he started asking if she had met anybody, made new friends, and if she had a boyfriend. That’s when I knew things between them had changed. Then when she got back the whole, he said she said fight they had. If you ask me, I think it happened. When Monse is trying to hide something, she diverts the conversation and then again she never denied what Cesar said. Hmm!

“Besides that, he told me why he joined.” There she goes changing the topic, “Oscar tried to claim me.” What the fuck!

“Wait what?”

“He told me the reason he said that we hooked up was to protect me. That Oscar tried to claim me when I got back from camp.” Monse shrugged.

“He tried to claim you? You’re freaking 14, that’s illegal. He thinks that little bit of time he served before was long. Whew he has no idea!” Jamal said putting his hands on his hips turning to Ruby and Monse starting their own conversation.

Fuming I tune them out. Of all people he wanted to go after fucking Monse. She’s a minor for gods sake. You wait until I get my hands on him. I’m going to wring his neck!

“Daisy? Earth to Daisy?”

“Sorry, um what did you say?” I ask shaking my head to clear my mind of my murderous plan.

“How do we save him? We need to get him out. He won’t survive in there, plus he doesn’t want to admit it but the gang life isn’t him.” Ruby said.

“No, don’t plan anything yet until I talk to if stupid brother,” They all wince at the same time. “Then I'll help you, but I'm telling you now any plan that you’re thinking of wont work. In order to “get out” of a gang is only 2 ways.”

“Well what are they?”

I stay silent for a bit before responding, “Either way isn’t a way that I'll let Cesar take if I can help it. Just let me talk to Oscar then I’ll let you know. Until then stay out of it and act as if nothing happened. Go to school, make good grades, and kind of stay underneath Cesar.” Looking at Monse I back track. “Actually, you two,” I point at Ruby and Jamal. “Stay underneath Cesar, watch him but don’t make it so obvious.”

“What why not me?” An offended Monse asked.

“Because I don’t trust you, plus you’re kind of like a honey badger. You never stop, and you take things way too far.” Turning around I start towards the door. “I’m leaving, im going to enjoy the plans I made for today then I'm going on a hunt for Oscar. Have a good day!” I yell slamming the door behind me.  

~~~~~

You see the plan was to enjoy the things I had planned today but I decided to jump ahead of those plans and go find Oscar. I spot his red impala parked behind the fence of his home. Parking in the driveway blocking his car in, and immediately hop out. I approach some of the homies sitting out front.

“Where the hell is Oscar?” I ask stepping in front of them and crossing my arms.

“Who the hell is Oscar? And why you coming up here like you own the damn place? Matter of fact who the hell are you?” Some guy jumped up getting in my face. Instead of backing up I get closer in his face and smile. But before I could respond a deep loud voice interrupts.

“That’s my girl now back the hell up before you get backed up!” Oscar says coming out the house and stepping down a step. The guys eyes get big as he backs up and steps to the side. Smirking at him, I lock eyes with Oscar and start stalking towards him.  

“Pinky I told you before that that was his ole girl. What the hell were you thinkin?” Someone told him. Scoffing I grab Oscar by his ear and drag him inside to the living room.

“Everybody out...NOW!” I shout when no one starts moving. They all haul ass when I let Oscar go and he stands up straight behind me. Walking in front of me and sitting down on the couch me looks me up and down, then leans back stretching his arm along the back side of the beige couch.

“What is it you needed?”

“Firstly, you tried to claim Monse?” I ask standing above him with my hands on my hips.

Laughing he replied, “Do you really think I’d want a little girl?”

“I don’t know you’re so unpredictable Oscar. What do you expect me to think? She’s a fucking minor, and you’re, if you haven't noticed, over 20!” My voice is getting louder the longer he sits there smirking.  

“She’s also your sister. Now, why do you think I “tried to claim Monse”?” He air quoted. Of course, that came to mind. He was only doing that in hopes of me coming around once I got word of it. Then it hit me, I did fall for it. Here I am standing in front of him confronting him about it and then here he is smirking knowing he got his way.

“Secondly, why Cesar?” At this question his smirk falls and he looks at me with hard eyes.  

“Stay out of it.” Standing he goes to walk past me but I grab his arm and manage to push him back down on the couch.

“No, you’re going to listen to me damnit. I understand you and your family, but Cesar? Everyone knows that he’s not for that lifestyle. He’s going to end up like-”

“Like who? Me? I’m telling you right now Daisy stay out of it. I don’t want you involved.”

“Okay well when 3 scared kids call me worried about their friend I'm going to get involved. So, whether you like it or not I'm involved. I’m not going to argue with you nor will I waste my time trying to convince you that jumping him in was a bad idea. But the first time that any of those kids get hurt behind this bullshit, just know I'm going to raise hell.” Standing again, he walks to stand in front of me this time.  

“Stubborn, headstrong, dedicated, god why did I let you go?” Reaching up to touch my face he leans his forehead against mine. “But just know if anything happens to you or the kids, I kill everybody. No harm will come towards any of you, and I protect what's mine.”  

Closing my eyes, I sigh, “I’m not yours Oscar...and don’t make a promise you can’t keep!” Pulling away I walk to the door with him following close behind me. As we make it to the steps on the porch everyone goes quiet and all eyes goes to us. We continue to the car and as I'm reaching for the handle a hand lands on top of it and I feel warmth cover my back and warm breath on the back of neck.

“Drive safe Daisy! I’ll see you ‘round.” Surprised I turn to look at him. Shaking my head, I get in the car and slowly back out the driveway. I feel like I just got played. Now that Cesar is part of the Santos and I've made taken it upon myself to make sure he doesn’t end up dead that just means I have to deal with Oscar more. Groaning I slowly make my way to the salon deciding then that I was going to give myself the day to relax, after all I do deserve it. Picking up the phone I call the salon to add on a hot stone massage to my mani and pedi then I make another important phone call.

“Hello? You’re on speaker”

“Good. Friday. My house. After school. Just the three of you!”

“Wait, what? Did you find Spooky? Did you kill him?” A boisterous voice asked.

Snorting, I answer, “No Jamal I didn’t but he’s got one angry woman on his hands. Don’t be late.” Hanging up I get out the car and make my way into the yellow and blue doors of the salon. “Daisy!” I respond when the front desk receptionist asks for a name. Leading me to the back and into a room, I hear my phone ding signaling an incoming message which I ignore until after I get undressed and I’m lying face down on the massage table with a warm towel on my back. Picking up the phone I groan and open the message from Oscar.  

‘Friday night, 8pm be ready’ I shoot right back.

‘I already have plans, and who said I even accept your not so welcoming “invitation”?’  

‘It’s not up for discussion. Be ready!’ Comes in a minute after I hit send. Groaning loudly, I silent the phone, toss it on my folded pile of clothes and slam my face a little too hard in the hole on the table, which causes me to groan and whine in pain. Someone knocks on the door and then comes in.

“A stressful day I take it?”

“Oh, you have no idea!”

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[mrs-dragneel-stark-solo]

Unforseen Chasm (part 18)

 Part 18 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 3092 Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93​ what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

“Are you insane? I can’t talk to you if you’re going to be like this,” Tony said as he spoke to Shannon in the conference room. All of the Avengers had gathered there, trying to decide what to do with you two. 

“Look, if they go back to Asgard, they’ll be put to death, most likely,” Shannon reminded, resonating Thor’s words from earlier.

“Maybe that’s what should happen,” Tony said in a small voice, making Shannon flinch. When he saw how his words affected her, he retracted them. “Alright, fine. No death. What do you propose?”

“They stay here on Earth where we can watch them. If they’re in Asgard, Y/N only grows stronger there. She might just regain her strength and come back.”

“Our prisons are inescapable,” Thor informed casually from the side of the room.

Shannon glanced over to him. “Be that as it may, your brother and Y/N are incredibly clever, it’s a risk we can’t take. Putting them back on Asgard only ensures that she will get stronger.”

“So, what, you want to send them to a little BNB here?” Tony asked, frustrated.

“No.”

“Then what? We can’t put them in regular prison. They’ll kill all the guards and inmates just getting out, which won’t be a problem for them.”

“I don’t know where we should put them, Tony, I’m only stating that I think they need to be on Earth.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Nat agreed, piping up.

“Yeah, if keeping them from Asgard keeps them less powerful, I’m all for it,” Clint added. 

Tony looked around the room, realizing this was the way it was going to be. No one wanted you two back on Asgard, and they’d feel better if they could keep a close eye on you here.

Loki and you sat next door in an entirely concrete room while the others argued about where to put you. Neither of you had spoken since the revelation about your willingness to let Tony beat you. 

“What do you think they’ll do with us?” you chanced, hoping to get Loki to speak to you. 

“Oh, you think talking to me will get me to be less angry?” he snapped as he sat on a concrete bench. 

You flinched at his tone. 

“You betrayed me, Y/N. How could you? I took torture for you from that mad Titan, and you, in return, let Stark beat you. Why? Does my life mean that little to you?” he asked, venom in his voice, but pain in his eyes.

Your eyes slid to his face, which was still bloody from the battle and your heart clenched. “Loki, no. I tried… But I wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t look into her eyes and hurt her. I couldn’t hurt him.”

“But you can endanger my life?” he asked, his words dripping with anger.

“Did you let Thor live?” you suddenly asked. 

“What? What in gods’ name does that have to--”

“Thor. You and him went hand to hand. I saw it. What did you stab him with? Oh, yes, the smallest weapon you could conjure up. So do not sit here and pretend to hate me for the same faults you have, Loki. I will not stand for it,” you snapped angrily. “You couldn’t hurt Thor anymore than I could hurt Shannon. Neither of us wants to be here. Neither of us wanted to hurt the ones we loved. Do not make Thanos happy by causing a rift between us. So I couldn’t kill him so what? I promise, if Thanos gets ahold of us, I will take whatever punishment he has in mind for you. I have always been ready to bear the pain of our failures.”

Loki’s features softened slightly at this. He knew he was being hypocritical. He knew this was hard for you. He knew you might not have the stomach to hurt Shannon, or even Tony. You had told him this, and he had simply told you to try your best. 

Before he could respond, the door swung open and you were greeted by nearly all of the Avengers.

“Okay love birds, let’s go,” Tony said as he waved you two forward. They proceeded to put you two in heavy chains. Around your hands, ankles, and neck. You could barely get a good stride in without choking yourself. 

Shannon was with them, but she wouldn’t look at you. 

All of you got into the staircase -- the elevators were too small to hold everyone -- and you descended them for a long time. It started to get a lot colder as you went down. Finally, you reached two wide double doors that slid open as Tony approached them. They walked you two into a large room, seated in the middle was what looked like a stage, almost. 

In the middle of the square concrete room sat a smaller square apartment. Glass walls stood on all four sides and it was elevated off the floor by about three feet. From out here you could see a kitchen, a living room, an office, and apparently a bedroom. The living room had a black leather couch, bright white carpeting, two black leather chairs and a glass coffee table. The kitchen appeared to be more of a kitchenette with charcoal cabinetry, a white granite island, and white tile. The office was a dark room, about 8 x 8 with dark walls. 

Before you could oggle too much, they shoved you forward towards the doors and pushed you two in. Thor unlocked the chains from both of you, and stepped back outside. He hit a button and the door sealed shut, trapping you two inside.

“Welcome to the rest of your lives,” Tony started as he began walking around on the outside, circling you like a caged animal. “Better get comfy. You will not make food requests, you’ll eat whatever I eat that day, unless, food allergies, either of you?” he asked while he pointed at the two of you. “No? Okay then. Moving on. Your air is ventilated. You have plumbing and some books. I might give you TV in a year if you’re good. But no internet. I don’t need either of you out on the web.”

Loki simply glared at Tony while he spoke. You stood there, trying not to feel humiliated in front of old friends. 

“Clean up after yourselves. Oh, and JARVIS can see and hear everything you do. So if we hear anything about ‘escape’, ‘break out’, ‘murder’ -- you know, red flags, he’ll let me know. And if you even think of tampering with any of the technology down here, alarm bells will go off and security will be here before you can say ‘Asgard’. So like I said, get comfy.”

With that, he turned, gave a long look at Shannon, and the rest of them left. Well, all but Steve and Shannon.

“Shannon, you coming?” Steve asked.

“No, not just yet.”

“Well I’m not leaving you alone down here. It isn’t safe.”

“Then wait for me,” she instructed with a slight exasperation in her voice.

“Shannon, please,” you pleaded, walking towards the wall to get closer to her. “You have to find a way to get us out of here. It isn't what you think. Please.”

She laughed while her arms crossed. “You think that's gonna work? That might have worked before, but I am not the same girl you knew. I've changed.”

You face fell as you nodded. “You're right. Clearly you've changed. The Shannon I knew would at least listen to me. Hear my side of things.”

“Tony almost died!” she shouted at you. 

“And who caught him!?” you screamed back. “Whatever you think you know, it isn't right. Maybe you have changed. Maybe you're stronger. Maybe you're smarter. Maybe you're even wise enough to see past my lies or Loki’s tricks. But guess What? You still love blueberries on your pancakes. You still prefer rain at night than in the morning. You still hate too much foam in your coffee.”

Shannon shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. “Stop.. stop it!” she pleaded.

“Why? Because you know I'm right? Because you know I know you better than anyone?”

Her face whipped up to look up at you. “And what did you do with that information? Hmm? You used it. You used it against me. You tricked me. Manipulated me. You stabbed me, multiple times.”

“Not fatally. And you know that. Your time in the Red Room should have clued you in that I purposely didn't hit any major organs or arteries. You know this. Deep down whether you want to believe it or not, you know something isn't right. I let Tony win. I didn't fatally wound you. I could have won our fight easily. How? Projections. It would've been easy to throw you off. But I didn't. And even though you know all this, you still believe me a monster.”

“You are a monster. You brought hell to Earth, straight to our back door. I did ask you why you lost against Tony and you didn't answer me.”

“I lost because I couldn't do it. I couldn't hurt Tony or you any more.”

“Oh yeah that was clear when you threw him out the window and launched a fucking kitchen at me!” 

You clenched your fist. “I didn't kill you. I would never hurt you like that,” you stated through clenched teeth.

“But you came here with the intention to hurt everyone for your and Loki's own sake, you keep saying you wont hurt me but keep doing it anyway,” she said with anger boiling in her eyes, you knew not to keep pushing but you did it anyway. 

You ran your hands through your hair. “Fine! Yes! I hurt you. I threw Tony out the window, I stabbed you, I attacked you. But it’s not like you didn’t return the favor. You stabbed Loki, threw me out of a window -- where I didn’t have a suit to catch me. But I…” You sighed. This was stupid, it was going in circles. “I didn’t kill you. That was never my intention. I was trying to keep you from getting killed. You can believe me or not, I don’t care. Clearly you aren’t going to listen.” You sighed and turned around, crossing your arms, fighting back tears. 

“Do you know how many times I defended you and your actions since you’ve returned?! Tony kept saying my Y/N was dead.” She made you look over. 

“Good! You should be defending me! It means we haven’t lost all hope that your compassion is completely gone!” you said angrily, your voice loud inside the small apartment. Loki sat on the black leather couch in the living room, the room you were standing in, listening on with guilt-ridden ears. It was all his fault you were even in this mess. “It means we have a small hope that you’ll actually listen to us.”

But you didn’t see it that way. You two had to do what you had to to survive, to make sure your loved ones survived. 

“The time to talk, to get me to listen, or ask for any help was before you chained me to a chair and stabbed me,” she darkly informed. 

“Maybe I couldn’t,” you stated. “Did you ever think of that?” 

“Even if it had been that you couldn’t out right say it you would have hinted at what was going on like you used to, or did you completely forget?” She scowled at you. “What happened to our code words? To the signals I taught you? Should have known you’d never used them, what do you expect me to tell my parents? When they see the news of you and me fighting? Did you forget they’re worried about you too or that they love you like their own child?” she spat looking at you with disdain. 

In a quiet, harsh voice, you responded, “I’m not their child. I never was. No one wanted me. I was a charity case. That’s all I ever was. Frigga gave me up, my foster parents never wanted me, and your parents hardly ever wanted me around.” Your eyes drifted to meet hers. 

“That's where you’re wrong. They loved you for who you were. Had you been their daughter they would have kept you with them!” she yelled, making the room shake and making her eyes cloud milky red again the walls began turning foggy. “They wouldn’t have sent you to become an assassin like they did with me, they only began treating me right after they found out what the Red Room Program was. They feared me.” She looked pained saying it. 

You had no idea what to say. You were angry and hurt that she wouldn’t hear anything you had to say. Still she defends you now even from your own hatred. Shoulders drooping you turn to her you see she’s standing like you are but the fog is still around her. 

“Shannon… I…” What? What could you possibly say at this point? Thanos voice was in your head, mocking you, twisting memories in your head. Was Shannon actually ever against you? Or did she want you to succeed? Surely you wouldn’t spend over ten years with someone who made you unhappy. 

Perhaps she was a good friend, deep down, you knew this. But you were too far down the rabbit hole. How do you even begin to explain what happened? 

“What?” she snapped, her voice thick. She was crying. “What can you possibly say to me?” 

“I didn’t do any of this voluntarily,” you finally said, your tone heavy as you stared at her. Loki’s gaze snapped up to you and he stood, ready to stop you from saying more. “I was brainwashed.”

Shannon frowned and stepped forward, curious. “Seriously? That’s your excuse? Brainwashing?” 

You nodded. “A titan, who goes by the name of Thanos… We fell onto the Chitauri planet, he told us if we weren’t of use to him that we needed to be killed. So… Loki bargained for our lives. We would do his bidding so long as he didn’t kill us.” You hung your head and let out a humorless laugh. “Lot of good it did, he still tortured Loki every day, and brainwashed him. He is so much further gone than I am. I at least remember some of my past. Thanos takes your fears, your insecurities and he twists them. He turns them into reality.” You stopped, realizing you were getting off point. “He told us to come to Earth, to rule it. He needed the Tesseract. I don’t know why and I didn’t ask because questions only got Loki hurt.” 

“Why didn’t you fight him?” she demanded. “I know you’re strong enough. Both of you are.”

You laughed again, this time, it was filled with sorrow. “We couldn’t. We were surrounded by his army, and he’s not exactly a normal being.”

“So you just let him bully you? You just let him do this to you? That's…. The most cowardly thing I’ve ever heard,” she stated, disappointment in her voice.

You swallowed and nodded. “You’re right… It is. If it had been you, you would’ve been brave and had the strength to fight. You would’ve stood up, stood against him, and said no. But I didn’t. I’m not strong like you. I never have been.” You stared at her, speaking calmly and matter-of-factly. “He threatened Loki, and I crumbled. Tony gives you strength.” You looked back to Loki who seemed tense as he stared back at you. “But Loki… he’s my weakness. His life was on the line and I said I would do anything to keep him alive, even if it meant hurting you, or nearly killing Tony or you.” 

“All of this was for him?!” She pointed at Loki accusingly. “You’ve only known him for a year, and you basically left the whole universe to perish?” She shook her head, not knowing what else to say. 

You barely shrugged as you looked at her. “Can you really tell me if it was Tony versus the universe, you wouldn’t choose Tony?” you challenged lightly.

 “You know I was trained to pick what's right. I would have picked the universe, no matter what my heart says,.” she said with an unreadable expression. “He already knows if it ever came down to saving us or the world, it's my life to save everyone else,” she said firmly

“It’s easy to say that, when you aren’t actually faced with that choice. I know you, Shannon. I know how much the training is ingrained in you.” You took a step forward and leaned your arm on the glass and got less than an inch away from the glass separating you two. “I also know your heart is a lot bigger, and a lot more than your training. Natasha bargained for Barton. She had the same training you did. And I’m not too sure Tony wouldn’t just choose you over everyone else. It isn’t a fault, Shannon. It’s called humanity.”

“You’re telling me about humanity? Then where was yours when you starting throwing punches? Where was your humanity while half of New York was being destroyed? While innocent people got killed!” She sounded tired at this point from listening to the pointless banter. “Believe what you want, I’m done. With everything.” She waved around the room. “Enjoy your stay because it’ll be a long one.” She began turning away from you and heading to the door where Steve had heard everything. 

You were silent. There wasn’t much left to say. You’d completely lost everything here on Earth, especially the one person who was most important was walking away from you for good. “I’m so sorry, Shannon, I wish things were different…”

“I used to think that too….” She took one final look at you, heartbreak was visible in her eyes. “I hope he was worth it all.” She whispered the last bit. Steve put his arm around her shoulder and held her half walked her out you could see this really had taken a toll on her. 

“Shannon, Shannon, Shannon! No, wait, Shannon!” you screamed after her, slamming your hand on the glass, but she ignored you as she and Steve slipped through the sliding doors, not looking back at you.

You turned around, tears in your eyes, to face your fellow inmate.

“So...It’s just us then,” Loki coolly said, looking at you.

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Broken Memories Part 13: The Host Understands

((Sorry this one’s a little later than usual! Here’s a link to the last part, Part 12: I’m Still Here.))

You’re not sure what crossed Bim Trimmer, Chase, and Jackieboy’s minds when they found you shaking and staring down at the broken mirror. They certainly didn’t seem to believe you when you started babbling about Dark in the mirror and how he was trying to get out again. Chase pulled you away from the broken glass gently, saying soothing things to you like you were a little kid who just had a nightmare, while Jackieboy ran off and returned a split second later with a broom and dustpan to start getting up the bigger pieces. Bim was the only one who did a double take when you started talking about Dark, and even he tried to laugh it off as he nervously readjusted his tie.

When Chase suggested that you needed to go downstairs and take some time to chill out with the others, you snapped, “No, I don’t need to chill out! Dark was here, he was saying—He said…”

You broke off, aware of the shocked expression on Chase’s face even as you felt the weight of Dark’s words again.

Fading.

That couldn’t be true, Dark had to be lying to you.

“I’m sorry,” you said to Chase, “I just…I need to go talk to the Host about something.”

You dodged around the three egos and headed down the hall without waiting to hear what they would say. If anyone would know what was going on, it would be the Host. And, it was occurring to you now, maybe running around the house and sending everyone into a panic about Dark might not be such a great idea.

As soon as you reached the door to the Host’s study he called for you to come in, and when you entered you noticed that he had made some effort to tidy up his study. Or at least clear off his desk and corral the stacks of books so that getting across the room didn’t require some parkour.

“Y/N enters the Host’s study and shuts the door behind them. The Host invites Y/N to sit down.”

“I’m not…interrupting anything am I?” you asked, noticing that the top of his desk was in fact empty. It looked like the Host had just been sitting there, waiting.

“No. The Host was just…considering some things. The Host is aware that Y/N came here to ask a question, but he asks that Y/N tell him about their trip to Markiplier Manor first. Did they find what they were looking for?”

“I…” You were so focused on Dark that you’d almost forgotten about going to the house. After everything else, telling the Host about your plans last night felt like ages ago. What were you even hoping to find there? “I saw it for myself, the house, and the room. There was nothing there, but I still feel like going was the right thing to do. I saw, or remembered, Damien and Celine, locking them away, and I saw…”

The District Attorney, pulling the piece of mirror from your hand, a finger to their lips as if sharing a secret.

“If Y/N feels like going was worth it, then that is enough.” The Host put his hands on his desk, lacing his fingers together as he said, “But Y/N came to tell the Host about Darkiplier.”

“You already knew?” you asked. “How did he do that? How could he be in the mirror?! He’s supposed to be locked away, and Wilford wouldn’t just let him go after what he did, what he almost did to you!”

The Host’s fingers clenched and his knuckles turned white, but he spoke in the same calm, measured tone. “Darkiplier still has some power, even there. With the right connections to this reality, he can reach out and affect others in small but real ways. Such as appearing in Y/N’s mirror to try and offer a deal.”

“He said…He said that I was fading, that without the mirror I’m just going to disappear, and that’s why the others have started to forget me.” The words tumbled out quickly and you sped up as you added, “He said bringing him back will stop it, but he’s lying, right? He’s just trying to trick me into…Into letting him out or taking me over again or something, right?”

You looked to the Host for an answer, but his head was still angled down toward his hands, his mouth a frown as he quietly spoke to himself, the words too quick for you to make any of them out. It took a moment before he responded.

“It is true that Darkiplier does not have Y/N’s best interests at heart. His manipulations are making a bad situation worse, as he is wont to do,” the Host said, bitterness slipping into his normal monotone. “The Host doubts that Darkiplier is aware of the full situation, otherwise he would not be so foolish as to—”

The man sitting before you stopped speaking suddenly, and his face turned toward you. He would have been staring, maybe, if thick, stained bandages did not completely cover his eyes. You took in the streak of gold in his otherwise black, ill-kempt hair, and the large tan jacket thrown over the back of his chair, but your eyes were drawn again to his bandages, to the drip of blood that escaped under his left eye and slid to a stop halfway down his cheek.

“The Host moves around the desk and crouches down in front of Y/N, who—” He stopped again, and visibly swallowed before speaking again, this time struggling with his words. “I know that you’re confused and a little scared, but it’s okay. Your name is Y/N, and I am the Host.”

He sounded more like he was giving you roles to play, although both names felt familiar in a vague way, as though you had heard them somewhere before. He especially sounded like a director as he continued with more confidence, “The Host and Y/N are friends. Y/N will remember soon, but until then they may feel free to ask any question they have. The Host will try to help.”

“Y/N,” you said, trying the name out. You’d definitely heard it before, and it felt comfortable enough. But your name, that was something a person should know, right?

You looked around the darkened room, taking in the books and shelves and musty smell of old paper and dust, and then looked at the man in front of you again.

“The Host,” you said. “That’s your name?”

“No, it is what the Host calls himself for others.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and the Host said, “The Host admits it is a bit complicated.”

“Does it hurt?”

The Host acted surprised, as though he hadn’t expected the question, and reached up to touch the bandages. His hand brushed against the blood and he rubbed his fingers before saying, “Sometimes. Perhaps the Host should go see the doctor. Will Y/N go with them?”

You nodded, and he let you take his other hand as though to guide him even though you did not know which way to go or who this doctor was. Outside of the dark room you walked together slowly, the man’s lips barely moving as though silently whispering to himself as he led the way to the stairs and down to another floor, where more men were walking around, going in and out of what looked to be a living room.

Some of them looked suspiciously like the Host, just in different clothes and varying hairstyles. As a man with peanut butter smeared across his cheeks and mouth ran by, one hand on his head to hold his crown in place, the thought idly crossed your mind that they all looked a lot like Mark.

You stopped short but the Host paused in the exact same second, keeping his hold on your hand even as you started to shake your head and pull away.

“The Host understands, Y/N.”

“I forgot you,” you said, not even thinking about keeping your voice down, not that any of the other egos paid you much attention. “Host, I’m so sorry, I—What’s going on, why does this keep happening?!”

“The Host pulls Y/N into a hug and reminds them that this is not their fault. They are not forgetting on purpose any more than Mark or any of the others.”

You realized that this was the first time the Host had ever given you a hug. From the way he avoided the others, you had long suspected that he tried to avoid physical contact when possible, but now he was holding you as though…

As though afraid you might disappear.

When the two of you started walking again, you also realized just how far you’d gotten before your memories returned this time and you said aloud, “It’s getting longer, isn’t it?”

The Host did not answer. Now that you were closer to the infirmary, you could both hear the raised voices coming from within. It sounded like everyone was shouting over each other, and through it all you made out your name. You might have hesitated about going in, but the Host continued forward without missing a beat and threw open the door.

“The Host interrupts this argument that is going nowhere so that he might speak with Dr. Iplier. Privately, if possible. The Detective Abe narrates to himself, describing the Host as a kite flying into a hurricane, except the hurricane’s all wind and going nowhere. Y/N enters the room behind the Host, pretending like they don’t know the others were talking about them.”

The Host paused. “The Host realizes he may have said too much out loud again and repeats his request to speak to Dr. Iplier alone.”

“Uh, sure,” Dr. Iplier said slowly, looking to you and the others. “I’ll be right back. Dr. Schneeplestein, don’t let Google talk to Wilford unsupervised.”

Schneeplestein saluted and Google huffed at that, causing a burst of static to go off in his mouth like a pop.

Mark and Abe looked at each other, both arguing silently and making gestures at each other until Abe spoke over Mark’s protests, “The docs say we’re all having trouble remembering you, and nothing else. Mark here thinks we shouldn’t tell you because you’ll just worry.”

“Wait, you’re Y/N?” Tyler said, and then he made a long “oh” as if some light had just went off.

“Yeah, way to catch on at the last minute there,” Mark said sarcastically. “And I just thought we should have a plan or at least know what’s going on before we—”

“They already know something’s wrong! I didn’t even recognize my own partner, what do you think’s going to happen when one of us forgets and just leaves them somewhere or, knowing Wilford, tries to shoot them?”

“What?” Wilford looked offended. “I don’t go around shooting random strangers now, I like to get to know people a little before I pull out the bangy bangy.”

Mark closed his eyes and said softly, “Please don’t call it that.”

“Guys, I already know,” you said, and Abe pointed at you and gave Mark an “I told you so” kind of look. “And as far as why this is happening, Dark had a theory.”

You told them about the mirror and everything Dark told you. Mark and Abe both looked furious, and if you had to guess by Tyler’s expression you thought he was already trying to figure out an alternative to Dark’s solution. Wilford just looked absolutely baffled by the whole thing.

“You see other people when you look in the mirror?” he asked.

“No, I mean, yes, sometimes, if they’re—This is the first time Dark’s done something like this as far as I know, but Mark, you should probably warn the other egos. If he can do this, there’s no reason he wouldn’t try to reach out to one of them too.”

Mark nodded and looked at Google. “Can you call a meeting for this evening, when everyone’s here?”

“I’ll check your calendars,” Google said, before taking a vacant stare.

“Perhaps if zhis is magic, Marvin could help?” Schneeplestein suggested.

“I—”

“How is 7 pm?” Google asked, interrupting Mark.

“Yes, fine, whatever—”

“Adding ‘Meeting about Dark at 7 pm’ to everyone’s calendars.”

“What? No, don’t call it that, you’ll—” Mark looked at his phone when it binged and saw the new appointment. “You invited the Septic egos too?!”

“You did say everyone,” Google pointed out.

“And ve do have experience dealing with zhe crazy supernatural schiesse,” Schneeplestein pointed out.

“All of you people in one place,” Mark muttered, one hand going to the headache already forming beside his eye. “Fantastic.”

He turned as Dr. Iplier and the Host walked back into the room, the doctor avoiding looking at you in particular as he went to get some fresh bandages for the Host from the supply closet.

“Host,” Mark said, with the desperation of a man grasping at straws. “You know, there has to be something we can do to help Y/N and stop this forgetting thing.”

“…The Host has some suggestions, but not a solution. The Detective retrieved several papers and photographs from Markiplier Manor before it was set on fire that may help keep those memories fresh.”

“Right, there’s all kinds of stuff about the DA,” Mark said and looked at you. “We can go back to my house and pick that up.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to go alone with Y/N?” Tyler asked. “What if you have a memory lapse while they’re with you, and suddenly think you’re driving alone with a stranger in your car?”

“One of us could go vith them,” Schneeplestein suggested. “As reassurance.”

“I was going to swing by and talk to that Chef of yours, see if he remembers anything,” Abe said.

“I can go with you,” Tyler said. “Chef and I go way back, he’s a little less likely to throw me out on the street.”

“Or pull a steak knife on you,” Mark muttered. “But that would just leave one of the—”

He stopped, pulling a face even as he realized he would have to ask one of the egos to come along. He glanced at the Host, but Dr. Iplier was already getting ready to change the bandages around his eyes, and made a point of ignoring Dr. Schneeplestein’s raised and waving hand only to land on Google, who immediately scowled.

Mark turned back to Dr. Iplier again and asked, “You got anything for a headache?”

((End of Part 13. Thank you again for reading!

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Bizarrely Perfect

Fandom: The Rocky Horror Picture Show Characters: Riff Raff, Magenta, Columbia Relationship: Riff Raff/reader Request: I have a strange request. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want. But can you write one for riffraff from rocky horror picture show where the reader stumbles on the castel because shes been in an accident or something. And riff raff doesn’t want Frank to see her because he wants to keep her for himself? If you can, can you add in that the readers just broke up with someone and is lonely and wants him? Hi, im the one who requested the riffraff x reader. I was wondering if I could add another little detail? The reader meets magenta and the two become really close friends cause the reader decides to stay with them cause she doenst have anyone else and the two adore her and want to take her back to their home planet? Riff Raff never thought he would come face to face with angel on this god forsaken planet. But as he walked to the main door and opened in, he came face to face with you. You were nearly completely drenched from rain, some rain drops clinging to your long eyelashes. Your bottom lip was quivering slightly from coldness and your cheeks were red. You were wearing a tight, black dress which flared out at the bottom. It was shoulder less and hugged your body in the most sensual way. You had a black coat draped over your shoulders and matching black heels. There was a several small cuts on your body which he could see. One on your forehead, a couple on your neck and shoulders and on your hands. it was really late at night and, if Riff Raff hadn’t need to finish cleaning the stairs, he would have begrudged having to get up. “I am so sorry to bother you, sir, but I was just in an accident and the other car drove off.” You explained, your voice shaking slightly. You didn’t know if it was because you were still in shock, because of the coldness or because of the mans gaze on you. He seemed transfixed with you, like he had never seen a more beautiful woman before in his life. “come in.” Riff Raff stepped aside, letting you step inside. He closed his eyes briefly as you walked by him, your sweet perfume sending his world to heaven. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. My cars completely wreaked. And even if I do manage to get in contact with a towing company, they wont come out in this weather.” You crossed your arms over and rubbed the skin, trying to stop the numbness. But Riff Raffs mind was racing. he knew he couldn’t let the master know you were here. The second the masters sinful gaze fell upon you, there was no escape. And, while Riff Raff couldnt argue his thoughts were any purer, he was selfish and wanted you to himself. The master had went to bed hours ago with a bottle of drink in hand, so he would be dead to the world until late tomorrow afternoon. But Magenta and Columbia were still up. Riff Raff doubted if Columbia would be able to keep you a secret from the master, due to her feelings for him. But he knew he could trust his sister. Riff Raff began to take your coat from your shoulders, making you shiver with chill and look at him in confusion. “The water will only make it worse.” He explained, offering you a crooked smile. He didn’t hang up the coat, but draped it over his forearm. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” You turned to face him properly, very aware of how his gaze made your heart flutter. “Riff Raff.” He answered. “Im [y/n].” you smiled, noticing the way his lip twitched at your name. “Beautiful, much like yourself.” He mumbled, walking past you. You felt your cheeks flush red at the comment. “Please follow me, mistress.” He nodded to a door. “Please, don’t call me mistress. Im not above you in any way. [y/n] is fine.” You smiled sweetly, although a lustful part of you enjoyed it. Riff Raff didn’t respond to you but smiled and guided you through the large house and down some stairs. “Where are we going?” You asked, suddenly feeling less and less safe on every step. Riff Raff paused for a moment, debating something before signing and turning to you. “The master, he is…” he paused again. “Strange. Much like many in this house. But I have known him to take advantage of women in destress, much like yourself.” He saw your eyes widen and you took a step back up one of the steps in fear. “But, I am not going to tell him you are here. We are the only place for miles. And in this weather, you shall no doubt become extremely ill, or worse. So I am taking to our quarters.” He explained, and you let out a sign of relief. You don’t know why you trusted this stranger, maybe your heart was more powerful than your mind at this point in time. But you were cold, shocked, scared and all you wanted was a warm embrace. You nodded and stepped back down. “our?” You asked, seeing him smile once again. “The servants quarters. My sister can attend to your wounds.” Riff Raff reached out and gently ran his finger close to the cut on your forehead that was no longer bleeding. “T-thank you.” You smiled, shaking from the cold. ------------timeskip----------------- The area Riff Raff had labelled as the servants quarters was a small corridor with a few rooms either side and a set of stairs up the other side. Riff raff had lead you into one room to a lovely and incredibly seductive woman called Magenta. She smirked at him when he entered her room with you at his heels. She smirked even more when Riff Raff told her not to tell Columbia and especially not their master about you. But she never said anything about it. She took your hands in hers and pulled you over to her bed, sitting you down so she could tend to your cuts. She had an incredibly sexy accent that you wished you had. She referred to you as Darling and Sweetie, which made you smile. Magenta insisted she dry your hair for you, so you sat in front of her with your back to her as she blasted your locks. Every now and then, she would move the warm air across your back and shoulders. Warming you up. Now, the two of you were sitting on her bed, chatting. “So, where were you going?” She asked as she idly played with your hair, braiding some parts only for them to fall out. “I was coming back from breaking up with someone.” You told her, shrugging. “And you wanted him to know was he was missing?” She smirked, raising and eyebrow as her knowing gaze flew to your dress and what was left of your makeup. “Exactly.” You giggled turning to her. “Thank you for everything.” You took her hand in yours and squeezed it. “Darling, it is okay.” She brushed away a strand of hair from your face. The door to the room opened and you couldn’t help but jump until your gaze fell on Riff Raff and you smiled. “Feeling better?” He asked, his eyes running over your now clean cuts. “Much.” You answered. “why cant we let her meet Columbia?” Magenta asked as she wrapped her arms around your shoulder and rested her head on your shoulder. “In case she tells.” Riff Raff replied sharply. “She wont, though. You know of her feelings for him. Why would she risk him getting eyes for another woman?” Magenta argued, frowning at him. “I shall think about it.” Riff Raff shook his head at his sister. “[y/n], ive prepared you a room just down the corridor.” He beckoned you. Magenta let you go, but not before kissing your cheek and promising to speak to you in the morning. Before you left, she called for you to wait before going to her cupboard and pulling out some clothes and giving you them. A night gown, a day dress, some tights and other clothes which you thanked her for. “You seem to get along well with my sister.” He commented as he closed the door behind you. “Yes, shes lovely.” You smiled, thinking that if your relationship with her progressed, you could easily see her as a sister. Riff Raff showed you to a room only a few doors from hers. You stepped inside and your mouth fell open. The room was lit with candle night in the most romantic way. It was a large room with a high ceiling. In the centre of the room was a 4-poster bed with a stunning crimson cover and matching throw. In the corner was a desk with a mirror on it and on the other side was a door which you could see led to a bathroom. “Is this to your liking?” Riff Raff appeared by your side frowning as he mistook your shock for disgust. “I cant stay here. Its too beautiful and grand for the likes of me.” You shook your head, smiling as you took a step back till a hand rested on your lower back. “Then its perfect for you.” He said in a soothing voice. You turned to him with wide eyes that began to water. “Mistress?” He asked, frowning at your tears. “Oh im sorry. God, what must you think of me?” You giggled, fanning your face with one hand as he guided you to the bed and the two of you sat down. “Its stupid, me crying like this. Its just, I was driving back from breaking up with someone. and I realise that you have done more for me in the last few hours than he done in 3 years. Your sister took care of me better than my own family.” You confessed to him, looking at your lap as you shook your head. Riff Raff reached out and took your chin between his thumb and index finger to guide your gaze to meet his. “Then he is a fool.” He told you, his voice genuine and heartfelt. “As are your family.” You threw your arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace as you mumbled ‘thank yous’ in his ear. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. Why did this feel to natural with him? “Rest now. The storm does not look to lift for the next few days, so you may stay here for as long as you need.” He mumbled in your ear. You were surprised he didn’t take advantage of you. You were practically throwing yourself at him but he was more concerned about you getting rest. “Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked, pulling back as he stood. “Of course, my sweet.” He mused, his fingers running over your cheek before leaving. --------------time skip--------- Over the next few days, the storm only got worse. And within a week and a half, it was a blizzard. Not that you minded. Magenta had proven to be a joy to be around and had introduced you to Columbia, who instantly wanted to dress you in sparkly clothes. You loved the two women and the three of you could sit for hours enjoying each others company. They loaned you clothes while you stayed which you were grateful for. In the servants area, there was 3 bedrooms, all of equal size but Magenta and Columbia shared so instead of the 4 poster bed were 2 singles. There was a staff kitchen, a living area and a shared bathroom despite all the bedrooms have their own personal ones. the place was like a large flat. the stairs led to a small garden and on the other side of the garden was woods and a road from what Riff Raff told you. He had showed you to the door, but the second it opened, you both were nearly soaked. You thought you might feel like a prisoner here, but you loved it. During the day, you decided to clean your bedroom, the living room and the kitchen. You washed the clothes you borrowed and busied yourself with making sure your presents wasn’t a burden on them. They loved what you did because they spent the whole day running around after ‘frank’ that they really didn’t like cleaning their quarters. Riff Raff seemed to like your company the most. The second he finished his work, he would come to you. The other evening, you and he had sat in front of the fire as you read a book and he sat in a comfortable silence. You must have been here about 3 weeks now and you felt like you belonged here. It was more homely than your own home. tonight, you sat between Magentas legs with Columbia lying across yours. You smiled down at her as you used and eye brow pencil to fill hers. The last few mornings she had come through to you to help her do some of her makeup, even though she was amazing at it herself. Still, you liked feeling helpful. “How long are you staying?” She suddenly asked, her voice a little higher than normal which was a hard to do. “I don’t know. Till this storm clears, I think.” You shrugged, ignoring the dread that filled your stomach at the thought. “Do you have to?” She asked, sitting up. “I have to. I cant burden you forever.” You giggle, shaking your head at her. “You are no burden, my darling.” Magenta brushed your hair to the side as you looked back at her. “Come on, stay here with us?!” Columbia started to bounce on her knees like a child. “You- you really want me to stay?” You asked, looking over your shoulder to Magenta. “Of course! You are like a sister to me.” She smiled widely, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Franks away in a couple of weeks to a party. Me and Magenta have to go but Riff Raff has to stay and watch the house. You could move your stuff in then. And you can help with cleaning down here.” Columbia divulged a plan to you that you suspected she hadn’t just come up with. “and what if he finds out im here?” You asked, looking from Columbia to Magenta. “I’ll protect you. He would not dare cross me. Plus, my brother cares deeply for you and would fight to protect you. The master would be outnumbered.” She smiled, a little menacing but you liked it. “Or, you could meet him.” “No.” you instantly said, making the girls laugh. You had heard him screaming at the top of his lungs. “He is really a sweetheart.” Columbia said, lying back down on your lap. For some reason, she didn’t meet your eyes. you then heard the door being thrown open and Riff Raff stormed in. He was limping, badly and had blood on his clothes. His gaze fell on Columbia. “You told.” He growled, moving towards her as she scrambled to her feet. “Now, it isn’t like that!” She put her hands out as you and Magenta stood up. Magenta wrapped her arms around you. “What do you mean?” Magenta asked, looking between her brother and Columbia. “The master knows [y/n] is here.” Riff Raff spoke in a dangerously low voice. “What?” You gasped, cuddling into Magenta from fear. “Columbia!” Magenta scolded as she pulled you closer. “How could you?” “I just wanted her to stay with us.” Columbia pointed at you, frowning. “Franks fine with her staying.” She huffed. “Really?” You looked to Riff Raff, who looked like he was in a lot of pain. “Yes, he wishes to meet you first. Tomorrow for lunch.” He didn’t look at you. “Will you be there?” You asked, leaving Magentas arms to walk over to. He looked at you, meeting your eyes for the first time. “Of course.” He bowed his head slightly to you, making you smile. “Then I’ll be fine.” You assured him. Magenta said she wanted to ‘speak’ with Columbia and you said you were tired anyway, so you and Riff Raff left. you walked into your room, Riff Raff following you. He walked over and took a seat in one of the 2 arm chairs. His face contorted with pain as he sat. “what happened?” You asked, walking over to him and kneeling in front of him. “punishment. The master likes to flog.” Riff Raff mumbled, looking to the side of you. “I am so sorry, Riff Raff.” You shook your head, resting your hand on his knee. “Why?” Riff Raff asked, looking at you in confusion. “If I have never darkened your doorstep, you would never have gotten hurt.” You mused, guilt running through your body. “I am so glad you did, mistress.” Riff Raff mumbled, reaching out to run a thin finger down your cheek, setting fire to your skin as he did. He never did drop the ‘mistress’ although it comes and goes. Sometimes, he would call you by your name, and some times mistress. “Columbia was asking me to stay before you came in. she said I could be like a maid to you all.” You smiled slightly. “so, technically, that would make you my master.” You giggled, looking up at him. You saw a spark in his eyes as the words fell from your lips. “That is, if Frank lets me stay.” you looked down, but Riff Raff didn’t miss that flash of fear in your eyes. He took you by the chin, making you look back up at him. “He wont hurt you. Magenta and I will make sure of it.” He vowed, moving himself to sit on the edge of the seat. “Riff Raff?” Your voice was barely more than a whispered as you realised how close his face was to yours. You could feel his breath on your lips and it sent a shiver down your spin. “Mistress.” Riff Raff purred. “Do you want me to stay?” you asked, your eyes begging him for the answer you needed to hear. You saw his lip twitch into a smile before he answered you. “yes.” You couldn’t control yourself as you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him, desperately. You didn’t know why you were so drawn to him. Why you needed him. But it seemed he was as eager to kiss you as you were to kiss him. He kissed you back, taking control and dominating the kiss. You moved yourself up, desperate to feel more of him. But he didn’t mind. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up. You were quick to straddle his lap, your arms around his neck as you kissed. you pulled back, panting slightly as you looked at him in the warm glow of the fire. “I don’t care if its insane, me wanting to stay with people ive only known for a month.” You couldn’t help but giggle, more at yourself but Riff Raff smiled. “you belong here.” He mumbled, reaching up and twisting a strand of hair around his slender finger, not realising the impact his words had on you. “You think?” You couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, my sister is incredibly fond of you and Columbia, while misguided, enjoys your company. As will our master, so long as he doesn’t hurt you.” Riff Raff mused, his eyes half closed and a small smile now playing on his lips. “And you?” You leaned close to him, your hands running up his neck and back down. “I adore you.” Riff Raff half growled as he pulled you close and back into a dominating and passionate kiss. a small small part of you wondered about leaving. But then what did you have to go back to? Your ex was a disgusting pig, your family was non-existent, your ‘friends’ were nothing compared to Magenta. You had never felt so at home than you were here. You never felt so loved and wanted than when you were with the siblings. As you sat on the lap of Riff Raff, you knew you couldn’t leave. You knew you were tied to this house, to the people, to him. you ran your hand across his back and felt him wince. You instantly pulled back and saw blood on your finger tips. you climbed off his lap and went around to inspect his back. You made him take off his coat and vest. His shirt was stained with blood. But once removed, you could see the wounds weren’t deep, only just breaking the skin and had stopped bleeding. “You need to rest.” You mumbled, your heart aching to see him in pain. Riff Raff stood up, pressed a kiss to your forehead and started to leave, until you grabbed his hand. “You know, you should really stay here. So I can make sure you don’t lie on your back while you sleep.” You knew it was a weak excuse, but when you saw the smirk on his lips, you knew he knew too. The two of you went over to the bed and crawled under the covers. His arms found your waist and he pulled you into his chest as he lay on his side. You smiled, cuddling into his chest. As you started to drift off, you heard the door open. You look over to see Magenta stepping inside your room with a guilty looking Columbia at her heels. a couple of times, they had come through to you and the three of you slept in the massive bed. You smiled, allowing your heavy eyes to close as you felt the bed behind you dip. You moved to lie on your back, Riff Raff fast asleep now. His hand moved to rest on your hip bone. Magenta wrapped her arm around your arm as she lay her head just above yours and Columbia lay her head on your stomach, sniffling slightly. You reached down and ran your hand over her hair while she mumbled an apology. You couldn’t help but smile as you drifted back to sleep. And as bizarre as it seemed, you felt safe and loved. This was perfect. Bizarrely perfect.

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Reaction to You Being Harassed by Emotionally Abusive EX. . .

!! WARNING !!    THIS INDICATES THEMES OF EMOTIONAL ABUSE AND HARASSMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH TOPICS SUCH AS THESE. SENDING LOVE, PROTECTION AND HAPPINESS <3

Anonymous said: Oh my gosh, I am so in love with your blog, I turned the notifications on and I've read everything you have. You're so good at capturing people's personalities aaaah. I'm excited, sorry~! Could I please request a EXO (ot12) react to you being harassed by an emotionally abusive ex boyfriend? Currently going through that and it'd be super comforting <3

Reaction to You Being Harassed by Emotionally Abusive EX. . .

A/N first off, thank you so much for the sweet comments,,,it always makes my day to get feedback. second, i’m so sorry for hearing you have to go through this,,no one should,,but i hope my writing in some way can help and comfort you. Sending love ~~~

Suho. . .

He would be your rock, comfort, protector and provider. When you're in times of need, he always makes sure to be there. So when you tell him you’re being harassed by your emotionally abusive ex, he’s getting in touch with the best lawyers and making sure that you have all the back up you need so that your ex doesn’t even get the chance to get near you. However, when it’s just the two of you he softens up from the ‘all-business-Suho’ that was making calls to lawyers and is now the comforting boyfriend. He offers kisses, smiles, hugs and sweet words to sooth your nerves. He’s open to anything; if you want to talk about your past, he’s all ears, if you want to talk about your future, he's more than glad to argue over the color of your future home together. He would just want to make sure you feel loved and supported, and sometimes his tactics in doing so might seem a little extreme or a little too much, but he's just doing that out of love and his natural instinct to protect you.

D.O.. . .

He honestly wouldn't really know what to do. Kyungsoo would know that he should be there and support you, this is the time you need his love the most, and he would be giving you that, but in terms of how to deal with the legal issues, how to handle your EX when you two run into him on the street or when you get text messages of calls from him -- this would be what Kyungsoo doesn't know how to deal with. He would try his hardest though, sometimes if you're in the shower and you left your phone on the bedside table and Kyungsoo sees that you got a message from your EX, he'd delete it for you, knowing that seeing that message would set you off again. Kyungsoo would silently be protecting you. Though in terms of showing you his love, he's got it set. He's making you food 100% of the time he's with you, no more take-out, he's not as harsh as he would be with his teasing anymore as well. He would also like you to tell him whenever you're going out as well as when you get back home just to be sure you're safe. Though he wouldn't really think the idea of you going out alone would be a good idea at all, but he wouldn't be one to take your freedom away. At night, Kyungsoo would speak to you until you fell asleep, wanting to make sure that you get enough rest before he does, and once your eyes are shut, he plants a gentle kiss on your nose, wanting to physically show you his love for you.

Chanyeol. . .

Chanyeol would make a huge fuss about this. He'd be so distraught about the idea that you had to go through a relationship like that -- how could someone treat you like that?? -- but also that you now have to go through it again with your EX. Chanyeol would want to have a 'conversation' with your EX to be honest. He'd want to protect you and make it so you don't have to associate with your EX at all anymore, he'd be willing to handle everything; communication, receive the harassment for you, all legal issues -- just for you, if you asked. Whenever he's away, whether on tour or just practice, he'd check in with you whenever he got a break, asking for any updates and how you're feeling. He'd also express strongly, his disapproval of you going out by yourself. He'd whine to you every time you say you need to go out, but in the end, if you really needed to, he'd allow you to go, but you need to text him or call every half hour to tell him you're okay and that nothing has happened.

Xiumin. . .

He’d respond in a similar way to Suho, wanting to take care of the legal issues and make sure that your EX is handled in the proper manner so that he would pay for what he’s done and put you through, but also so something like this doesn’t happen again. He’d be great at making sure that he’s both caring for you and giving you the love and support you need. He’d try to do fun things with you to distract you from the stress, not wanting you to be exposed to negativity. He’d also end up leaving you sweet messages over text at random moments throughout the day, things like, ‘I saw a puppy today outside and it’s cute face reminded me of you.’ or ‘Eat well today, make sure to take care of yourself!’ Just because he wants you to constantly remember he loves you so much despite how difficult things may get.

Lay. . .

At a complete loss of what to do. He doesn’t know how he should go about dealing with your EX, nor does he know what you would want from him. Therefore, his go-to would be to become more affectionate around you, possibly putting in more effort to make you laugh. He would become more watchful with how you seem throughout the day, if you seem more quiet, he’d offer more hugs and playful kisses on the cheeks and forehead. If you seem down, he’d offer to sing you to bed tonight, making you look forward to something instead of allowing you to focus on the negative. He’d be okay with you going out alone though, knowing you’re old enough to care for yourself and he trusts that if something were to happen, you would call him as well. His overall goal is to just show you that he will always be there by your side through thick and thin.

Chen. . .

Jongdae would approach this in a very mature and calm collected manner. He wouldn’t want to stress you out by him freaking out and he also knows that the best way to handle these situations is to not freak out, and instead think first then act. He would allow you to handle all the legal issues while he simply tries to keep the rest of your life simple and as normal as it will be until the situation with your EX is over. He’d try to keep things the way they were before, meaning he’s not going to stop teasing you, he’s going to continue trolling you and he also wont treat you like a victim, but instead the girl he loves and knows is strong. He’d of course check in with you on his breaks at practice more than he normally would, he’s not insensitive after all, and he might sometimes sneak in a secret kiss on your forehead while you’re napping or when you fall asleep at night. But overall, your relationship and his mannerism towards you wouldn’t change.

Kai. . .

He’s serious and all business. He doesn’t like that someone who treated you horribly wouldn’t let you move on with your life. Kai would constantly be checking in with you, also telling you every morning before you leave, that if something happens, to call him, and he’s not letting you out of the door until you promise him with a kiss. He wouldn’t like the idea of you leaving or going out by yourself either, he hardly likes the idea of you being out with your girlfriends either, but like, he reasons that at least you aren’t alone. However, whenever you’re out by yourself, he’s worried non-stop, can’t sit still until you’re safely home. Kai would also try his hardest to spend more time with you, wanting, like Yixing, to distract you from the stress of dealing with your EX. Though occasionally Kai might come off as distant or cold as he would be stressed over worrying about you and wondering if you are as alright as you say you are, or if you’re just lying to him to make him not worry. Though don’t take this personally as it would just be due to his devotion and need to protect you.

Baekhyun. . .

You’re important to him, and although most of the time he’s a goofball, when it comes to your safety and comfort, he doesn’t take things lightly. If someone decides to mess with you, they’re messing with Baekhyun and he’s no longer the fun-and-games-Byunnie we know. He’d suddenly put all his needs to the side and tend to yours 24/7. Baekhyun would feel like he needs to compete against your EX to make you happy as your EX seems to be making you more and more miserable. You would notice that Baekhyun seems to be more tired recently, but he would dodge all questions you ask him and would end up distracting you with his smile and silly antics. Though if you wanted to go out by yourself, you would need to out up a really good fight and give really good reasons as to why you need to go out. He hates the thought of something happening to you when he’s not around if he could have stopped it from happening in the first place. He would suddenly become your rock, doing things for you, caring for you, listening to your worries and fears. He’s now a mature Baekhyun who will not rest until you’re safe again.

Luhan. . .

Infuriated is the only word that could describe Luhan when he hears that your emotionally abusive EX is now harassing you. Luhan will use his connections to make sure that you are protected and supported by the best. He’ll be grumpy a lot of time because he’s worrying so much about you, but in no way is his frustration or anger aimed towards you. However, once in the comfort and privacy of your home, Luhan softens up and ends up spilling all his worries and fears to you about how he doesn’t want to lose you, how he hates that you’re in danger and have to go through this trauma again. However, after every heart-to-heart you and Luhan share, he is placing kisses all over your face promising how he’ll continue to protect you and be there for you whenever you need him. He’s also apologizing about how he complains to you and dumps all his worries onto you, because he doesn’t want to stress you with his own worries, but he appreciates that you listen more than you know.

Tao. . .

Can honestly not believe that your EX is putting you through this. Though he believes that he should let you handle it, but if you need him, he’s right there for you. He would put a lot of effort into trying to distract you from the stress that your EX is bringing you. He would like to take you on walks or hiking, something physical that would get your blood moving and your mind off of your EX. Tao would also trash talk your EX with you like there’s no tomorrow, wanting to make something out of this situation positive. 

Sehun. . .

He tries to be helpful, but honestly he’s not sure what he should do. He wants to be there for you, show you that even though your EX is hurting you, you still have Sehun on your side, but he doesn’t know how to show that without coming off as over protective of emotional. He’d eventually go with the silent support, kind of like Kyungsoo. He’d be there if you want to talk, need to cry of need a hug, but if you don’t express to him that you need any of those, he’s going to act normal -- or as normal as he can be in this kind of situation. Though deep in side of him, he’s angry that your EX is doing this to you, and he speaks his frustration and worries to his Hyungs to get it off his chest. However, around you he seems fine. You would notice that out in public though, Sehun seems to be more touchy with you, holding hands more, arms around you more, and even his eyes on you more, this would be something he does unconsciously, but out of his need to protect you.

Kris. . .

Again, Kris would be one that responds in a mature and calm manner, he’s smart and knows that the bigger the reaction you two have towards your EX, the worse he’s going to get. Because Kris responds in a mature way and his natural dominant personality, it would be like he’s leading you through how to handle this. He calms you down when you’re upset, he talks to you and listens to your worries, he tries to distract you from your EX, he stops you from reacting strongly when you’re upset. He’s always there for you when you need it, even when he’s away on tour, he’s willing to lose sleep to talk to you over the phone until you fall asleep. He would allow you to go out on your own, but ever time, before you walk out the door, Kris goes over things you should keep an eye out for, what you should do if you are to run into your EX etc. Though Kris would always soften up when you two are spending alone time together, wanting stop your EX from possibly having an impact on your relationship.

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Darksouls - 3/16/19

my ex had given me his games to play via steam link back in February and ive been loving darksouls 3 so much that someone bought me my own copy. last week me and him started talking again after he stayed with me during an anxiety attack. heres the highlights:

-I wanted a day a week where we’d catch up just to stay in contact: weve talked every day and other than the past I think 3 days I wouldn't talk unless he initiated and I didn't pry when he would stop answering

-he warned me that he “plays by extremes and very black and white” (I know) and that he will be cold to me:I understood but somethings he said after that hurt... including when I asked about hanging out in person in the future and a fair I want an excuse to go to (months from now) exerpt - 

me

my brain is like hoping for cecil county fair but i have no clue. no clue how even playing together will go

him

Pft you can go ahead and cut that one right out

me

cut out the fair? | thats like months away | also less of a i wanna hang with you and more of a i love the fair when it comes to that one lol | but i probs have work alot that week so meh

him

Hey man you make plans to go to the fairI just wont be joining

me

lol | alright | im guessing youre not a fan | im semi offended considering most of my family work at it and i think my uncle [name] runs it

him

Never been, i'm just not going to the fair with an ex, ya know?

me

i mean the plan would be that its a small group

him

Nope

me

im just not allowed (and honestly wouldnt) to go alone | i understand man

him

Don't know your peeps | Im good 

like ok cool. you were perfectly fine until this day (we started talking again 3/6/19 and this was 3/13/19) and suddenly hes just cold? 

after this I asked about what do friends do to hang out. I clarified I asked cause I only hanged out at friends houses and I was honestly curious... he shut me down and said he didn't plan to see me in person any time soon so the topic was irrelevant. then some idle chat and around 7:30 pm he said something like he was glad we were gonna play darksouls cause hes been itching to play it.the next day was the day we were supposed to play darksouls together as we planned... 

so im getting sadder and sadder thinking a bunch of scenarios and becoming super anxious. “what if hes testing me to see if I keep messaging him cause that means I probably like him? what if if I keep messaging he gets annoyed with me and doesn't want to talk ever again and blocks me? what if something happened to him??? what if I upset him last night by stopping responding????”

finally I get and answer in the form of “Im sorry im not sure if i'll be on or not. I have work shit that's going on and has bled ovee unto my night |  I'm sorry | I was really looking forward to this”

gone was the cold. there was the man I remembered in those few lines. apologetic and kind. it felt like all this time id been talking to someone else as he lays his heart out giving me a few details about what happened at work and telling me he will send me the hr report without me even asking. I was his confidant and comfort again. then came that humor I love so much as he asks me for a third toppign for his pizza and I suggest m&ms (yes I eat it like that) and he laughs and calls me pregnant then cheers when I say im not. the next morning he sent me the report and we talk about it a bit, that was Friday aka yesterday. we didn't talk the rest of the day after that cause I knew he had work and darksouls and didn't want to add to his stress. 

today around my lunch break I checked in on him knowing he was in class but also that he tends to go on his phone during. roughly 3.25 hours later he messages back saying he chilling and tired and we joke about my sleeping habits cause I haven't slept since monday night. he stops responding after a few messages so I assume this teacher doesn't let him have his phoen in class.

when I was sure he was home I messaged again and asked about playing darksouls. he said “lets give it a go” and 20 mins later we get in call. now a brief description of us playing

started a call Today at 7:17 PM 

discussion of levels and such and me asking a few questions about if I should grab some stuff from the shrine

trouble getting his summon sign to show up

we start fighting things and he tells me I shouldn't use my shield (pyro class) then starts fighting an enemy I usually killed before he went big 

comment like (oh I forgot youre cheep pyromancer) as I start throwing fire at it

he dies cause cleric class trying to tank at level 7

he tells me he doesn't really feel it today and that hes sorry and gets off

I am upset but at least while we were dealing with the summons ign stuff I got a chuckle out of him when I mentioned factorio. I understand why he didn't feel like laying after everything that's been going on but I guess I was just hoping to spend time with him in voice cause it makes me happy and im really stressed rn too. ill try again next week maybe but for now im going to give him space until he contacts me. I want to be as supportive to him as I can be all the time cause I love him.

side note I now have a new cut on my leg. its small and oblong but as wide as dime no more in its long way. not nearly as deep as the others. I got upset cause I caused my parents to argue simply cause I wanted snack wraps after church and my dad went the wrong way to get them. mother apologized to me but I will never let her know about this cut. ive gotten cut by shampoo bottles before and I wont have and chance for her to see it till summer anyway and even then that's only if I go to a pool and I hate public pools. im just gonna pass it off as a shampoo inflicted cut that I picked at and hope she doesn't see it till its a lot smaller. but I also got back in touch with the cousin I thought I lost and im thinking of trying to write some fanfics or something idk. my mind is mostly focused on my ex

[iamashamedofmyfanfics]

Running [3]

Running (by iamashamedofmyfanfics)

Pairing: None, B.A.P ot6 Genre: Friendship Universe: Gang AU Rating: PG13 Warnings: crime, violence, death mentioned Length: Chaptered (ongoing) Chapters: [First] [2/Previous] [4/Next]

Notes: I just want them to not be betrayed for once is that too much to ask?

[ao3 version]

Summary: It starts in high school. It starts with running away. It starts with a home. They should probably regret it, but they don’t.

They’re old, rude, criminals who laugh when Himchan warns them about moving any closer to the bar. They keep expanding their reach, their territory despite the warning. They brag their wealth and power to anyone who will listen, and bribe cops.

It’s not hard to find information about them.

“They better not come after me for this.” The informant hands over a folder, sighing. Himchan hands him a package of money.

“They wont.”

They’re old, rude, and rich criminals. They’ve been in the business longer, but they’re also too confident.

“They were extorting that shop down the street, it’s only a matter of time before they’re trying to take over here,” Jongup says, looking down at the papers he’s handed. Information about the gangs leader.

“Great, more killing, that’s what I wanted.” Daehyun’s sarcasm has the room going silent.

“You can leave,” Himchan says, looking over the group.

“No I can’t.” Daehyun sits back, sinks into his seat, and ignores the pat Yongguk gives him on the shoulder. “I know.”

“When are we doing this?” Junhong asks, turning his attention back to Himchan.

“In three days.”

“Okay.”

They’re a young, new group of criminals, formed by coincidence and necessity. The older group of criminals formed from high class crime and cons. Extorting with threats that would fall apart if truly challenged. Yongguk tries not to be worried.

There’s a lot of money. The man, the leader, the last of the gang begs for his life using the money as a bribe. Jongup shoots him, then leaves the room to calm his breathing. He wasn’t cut out for this.

There’s a lot of money. Youngjae stares at it, as Himchan goes to make sure there isn’t anyone else around. Youngjae stares at it as Daehyun goes to check on Jongup. Youngjae stares at it and is reminded of being in debt. Reminded of his family’s crumbling life and the fact that he ran away.

He stuffs bills into his pocket when he thinks the others aren’t looking. Junhong sees.

Yongguk checks how much there is, figures out how much an even share is. Junhong stares. Youngjae avoids his gaze, avoids everyone's eyes, takes his share even with what’s already weighing down his pockets. Junhong stares.

“I’m-” Youngjae starts, stops, swallows back any admission he had when they turn to him. “I’ll go back to the car.”

He runs. Not literally, but that’s what it feels like he’s doing.

“Youngjae?” Daehyun calls after him. He doesn’t stop.

“What’s up with him?” Yongguk asks. He ignores it.

There’s a lot of money. A little wont make a difference, Youngjae thinks. It wont make a difference.

His parents receive a letter, with no return address or postage. An envelope filled with money.

I’m sorry I left.

“Why’d you do it?” Junhong asks, when Youngjae drops into the seat next to him at the bar. Youngjae avoids his eyes as he puts what he’s gotten from his last game of darts into his pockets.

“Do what?”

“Take more. Was your share not enough? You’re doing this too.” Junhong motions to the dartboard.

“Does it matter? Are you going to tell them?”

“Yes it matters. But, no, I wont tell them.”

“You wont?” Youngjae looks up, surprised.

“They’ll figure it out their own. But if you’re sending money somewhere, we could get caught.”

“I’m not sending a lot at once and- they need- I owe them at least this much.”

“Who’s ‘them?’”

“My family.”

“Ah.” Junhong nods, rests his arms on the bar and looks ahead. “Why’d you become a criminal, Youngjae?”

“I couldn’t afford to go to college.”

“I took a loan for college. If I wasn’t ‘missing’ I’d be paying for that now.”

“Someone’s paying for it.”

“Probably.”

There’s a lot of money. Jongup wins yet another game of poker, Youngjae throws his hands up, Daehyun makes a noise of complaint. Himchan sighs, plopping back into his seat in exasperation as Yongguk laughs at him.

“I win again.”

“I think Jongup is cheating,” Junhong says, frowning.

“I am not.”

“One more round!” Youngjae slams his hands down. “I refuse to loose.”

“Such a sore loser.” Daehyun sighs, slinging an arm over Youngjae’s shoulders. “Were you always like this?”

“I don’t like to loose.”

“Neither does Himchan,” Yongguk adds, when Himchan laughs at Daehyun’s comment.

“Okay, another round.” Jongup laughs, setting up his chips.

There’s a lot of money. Yongguk stares, raises an eyebrow, and Youngjae can’t find explanations. How does he defend stuffing money into his pockets before shares are figured out? Will he realize this isn’t the first time?

“Youngjae-”

Youngjae runs. From the building, across the street to the parking garage they’d arrived at. Stumbles against a pillar and tries to breath.

“What are you doing?!” Junhong grabs him, forces Youngjae to spin around. “Are you going to do this every time?”

“I need to-”

“Your share would be enough!”

“What do you know?!” Youngjae rips his arm away. “At least I’m trying to make up for- for just running away. Dose your family even know your alive? Did you ever think, just maybe, they’re worried about you? At least I’m trying to help mine still, what are you doing?!”

He doesn’t mean it. Junhong gasps at him, shocked. Youngjae doesn’t know where the argument came from, it feel out of place. Like he was throwing words without thinking about their meaning. He just wanted out of the situation he’d put himself in.

Junhong leaves. Holds his hands up, turns around, and leaves. “Fine. Good luck explaining this to the others.”

Daehyun finds Youngjae only a minute after Junhong leaves. “What are you doing Youngjae?”

“Suffering.”

“I mean this.” Daehyun kicks Youngjae, where the pockets of his jacket rest against his legs. Youngjae glances down, then up at Daehyun from his place on the ground.

“I owe them at least this much.”

“Your share would be enough.”

“I panicked.” Youngjae sighs, Daehyun sits next to him. “Every time I see this much money, I panic. I just- I can’t stop thinking about how much easier things would have been if they had a fraction of this when I left. Or before I left.”

“I get it, but everyone here- we’ve all been living without anything for a while, doesn’t it seem messed up to steal from each other? We’re supposed to be a team.”

“I’m sorry.” Youngjae sighs, leans against Daehyun. “Himchan’s going to disown me.”

“Wanna run away? Start a life of crime?” Daehyun and Youngjae look to each other, then laugh.

“Like old times.”

There’s a lot of money, Youngjae drops it onto the table in front of Himchan, not meeting his eyes.

“I’ll leave.”

“No you wont.” Himchan sounds so certain Youngjae almost doesn’t want to argue. He’s still about to, but Himchan shakes his head. “Daehyun and Junhong seemed pretty sure we should let you stay, for now.”

“Hey,” Jongup enters the room, startling Youngjae, “Yongguk is back.”

“Right,” Himchan says, standing. “Youngjae, why don’t you figure out what an even share between six people is, with this.”

Youngjae can only stare at the money in front of him as Himchan leaves the room.

“Need help?” Jongup offers, and Youngjae nods. “Are you okay?”

“I… guess so.”

“Himchan looked really angry earlier, I was sort of worried you wouldn’t be breathing when I came in.”

“So was I.”

There’s a lot of money. Youngjae thinks, after all they’ve done so far, it’s strange they don’t get angrier at him for it. They’re upset, sure, but no one’s threatening his life or even asking him to leave.

“But if you do it again,” Yongguk warns, “you’re dead to me.”

“To you?” Jongup laughs. “But not in general?”

“Live and suffer.”

“So cruel.” Daehyun shakes his head.

“It seems pretty fair.” Junhong shrugs.

“I’d kill him.” Himchan nods, as if confirming the fact to himself.

“Thanks guys, love you too.”

There’s a lot of money, shared between six people. Youngjae should probably have realized sooner, if they stuck together when none of them had any, it would be hard for any of them to leave now.

I’m sorry I left. But I promise I’m safe.

Youngjae has a large enough share to do what he wants without stealing from the others.

“Hey, Junhong, I owe you an apology.”

“It’s fine,” Junhong responds, shaking his head. “I sent a letter to my parents yesterday.”

“Is that so?”

There wasn’t a lot of money, there is a lot of money now. More importantly, Youngjae thinks, there are important people.

[idksheepthoughts]

RE: Conversation points...

1. Yes because I feel responsible for all misfortune because I am a demon within a human and the more humans I trick into being close to me and manipulate and have these powers to just make people tend to like me somehow??? Because idk what I did to obtain this power, perhaps it is Fel who is inside of me a demon and therefore just have always had this ability to get people to keep talking to me just by continued contact until they realize I am too toxic and then they leave?? I also just absorb any negative emotions from people I let in. I just do ??? But when I ignore shit you start getting guilt trippy that nobody interacts??? am I supposed to be upset or am I supposed to just accept that you’re experiencing emotions???? LIKE I don’t know???

2. Because people have unfriended me or blocked me etc before and we’ve continued like nothing happen until I noticed it. People are fake, people are always fake and lie to me. Its why I have trust issues. Its why im paranoid always and I just can’t ever tell if people are just taking advantage of me or not. It was an accident but still just like.. maybe tell me it accidently happen so I dont fucking explode like this in the future??? NAH???? just gonna let this sit and wait for me to find out and have me explode and be angry ????? maybe if you followed me you would know that this shit happen recently and maybe that i would connect those two things as being similar??? byut oh wait i dont really talk about my problems that much with you because ... what was it???? idk we mostly just bullshit around in our conversation and I try to fumble my way through trying to help or whatever the hell you want out of this friendship... idk anymore.

3. I was really intoxicated and it was hard to process so many words all at once while I was splitting on you and hating your entire guts at that very moment. Black and white thinking is a trait. I realize that it happens and i even said I’m splitting really early on in the conversation. So take things with a grain of salt. AGAIN trust issues and irrational thought patterns.

4. Was that not what I was doing at the very beginning of the conversation???? BUT you always respond in such a sarcastic hateful bitchy tone every fucking time i even ask a damn question. all your lol and lmao and shit. MAYBE IF YOU just told me ‘oh it was an accident my bad.’  in teh first place we wouldn’t fucking fight all the fucking time??? LIKE the way you rrespond just leads me to believe you dont give a shit. and i know you dont give a shit and i know this isn’t me assuming because you  cause you just respond like a fucking sarcastic mean person all the time all the fucking time all the fucking time all the fucking time all the god dman time you always do that always always always and it doesn’t help me want to be calm and shit. It makes me punch desk and almost a hole in the wall . desk is solid i can punch that over and over until my kunuckles bleed. which guess what i was doing while we had this convo. not that youll ever find this shit. and if you do HELLO (: 

5. It wouldn’t be a problem???? well clearly it is. again if you followed me or if you even knew me better you would know that being imagined or not abandoned in any from sends me into episodes!!!!!! and yeah i mentioned a lot of people because those people have been there for me. and i’m glad they are still fucking alive because everyone i fucking am close with seems to be just as damn suicidal as I am and wanting to die and could attempt at any time and I just wanted to do something nice for once and try and just ... idk ????????? and the fact that you responded how you did on twitter after i did that made me really upset. because all i wanted to do was be thankful for the people. which was the whole fucking point of the post.... like DAMN way to twist soemthing positive into something that would explode and escalate. perhaps it is my broken brain that does this but still...... you could have just idk ... thrown a like and been like thanks. no you make everything about you YOU YOU. how you dont have friends???? I’M SORRY i tried helping but nothing i said worked. So just keep trying?????? if you really wanted some friends use tinder and get fuckbois all damn day they are easily manipulated and you could just get fucked like you want and have someone. it wouldn’t be a good relatiosnhip like you want but it would probably fufill basic shit. But nah that be too easy. I always think to just suggest that. but it probably end up with you just... not following through and whatever. im off topic.

6. Trust issues, yes , paranoid??? yes, distorted sense of reality??? Easily fuck up interpersonal relationships because of disorders??? think so... I am fully aware that these behaviors are bad. I know its not good to do these thigns but also I can’t stop it?????? I can’t stop it without actually knowing how to stop it??? and that would require money? access to treatment. which i’ve told you tons of time to do and take advantage of while you are still covered by your fucking parents and school and all that shit because i didn’t when i was younger and now im more fucked up then ever (: (: (: (:

7. Yeah you have to hold my hand... i’m just fucking stupid, and need extra stuff. I’M NOT LIKE YOU AND I CAN’T perceive things easily. you have to just be blunt and explain things because I just need that to understand. ???? is that so burdensome???? that I just need to have things explained over and over. Sorry.......

8. I am grateful???? that was the whole point of the thing???????? of thanking people for being alive and putting up with my awful mess???? Side note. lmfao you are not capable of murder. I love that expression you cry when you’re angry you woudln’t be able to kill someone. I however fucking have.... whatever thinking too much. saying too much saying too much. it was self defense dont worry.

9. I dont think your life is dandy??? I know its hard! but what the fuck do i say??? I’m sorry your life is shitty, I know it sucks but please dont die? i’ve said that a lot before.... im a broken record that you seem to not like that all i say is the same things over and over????? I dont have a super fucking positive outlook i might actually kill myself sometime after the new year. I dont believe everything will be alright if you try your hardest. but i can sure as fuck lie and tell you exactly that. but when i dont believe it myself its hard to keep that lie going. (: (:  I know i told you i was proud of you for going to counselling that one time but as far as I know you haven’t followed up on that... like i never know how to give you affirmation that you are trying. Clearly you are. you are going to school and even managed to get a job too! you are trying very hard. and i noticed that but i guess i didn’t show it. Sorry im bad. i’m the worst.

10. your defining personality trait that makes me split really hard. I get that I should just have thicker skin. But I just don’t.... just whatever you wont change that aspect.

11. Schizophrenia..... Delusions?? yup.. pretty sure thats a symptom?? Unlike me you dont have that problem with you brain. congrats another way to belittle me for being alive. but also like you can be irrational as you want. I just wont keep i guess whatever trying to argue and be the rational voice anymore. you believe what you want im done trying to help. i can’t help i can’t help at all.

12 sorry... i’m a horrible friend. You should have just fuckign left already... all I do is ruin everything. I’m better off dead.