#i repeatedly run into a barrier and slam my head into it over and over again

[teethrotter]

constantly can't do shit because i am unmedicated + overwhelmed to the point of severe executive dysfunction

[therapycat21]

His True Obsession Four (18+)

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Pleasure courses through my body, my hands trying to grasp anything to keep myself from thrashing around. I look down and make eye contact with Aemond. Aemond smirks from where he lies between my legs.

After the travesty of dinner, I returned to Aemonds chambers as he was already dragging me anyway, Aemond sat up with a huff, adjusting to kneeling between legs. I stared at his bare chest as it moved up and down. We stared at each other before I reached up and gently ran my fingertips through the small white hair patch leading down to his pants.

Aemond purses his mouth slightly before ever so slowly leaning down to start unbuttoning his pants. I watch in anticipation as he revealed his long, thick, and throbbing cock. My mouth agape, he smirks at my reaction before he pushes my sheer night dress more and more until I reach and throw it off, revealing myself.

Aemonds gives a feral groan before he throws himself down onto me and kisses me harshly. I moan into the messy kiss, his warm hand reaching up, grasping my neck tightly. I moaned as I could feel the tip of his cock nudge against my warm heat. 

"Please" I whimpered, he smirked at my desperation before leaning down, his lips ghosting mine as he whispered "Beg me for it" he demanded, his hand now grasping my breast in his warm hand. I gasped at the tight grip on my breast. "Please, Aemond, I want it" He looks down at me before his hand disappears in between us. I gasp as I feel the tip of his cock slowly gets nudged into my warm heat.

I whimper in pain as Aemond's cock pushes past the barrier. Aemond now fully placed inside reaches up grasping my head with both of his warm hands "Shh, shh, it'll be okay Issa soul " I moaned as his tongue met mine in haste. I reach around and pull my nails down his back.

"please move" I practically begged as he eyed me for a few seconds before pulling his hips back, only his tip inside, I almost screamed as he slammed himself back in. I don't make coherent sentences as Aemond repeatedly slams his hips against mine. His cock hits every mark inside of me.

I try to grab onto him more but he loses control, slamming inside of me, I can feel myself starting to get closer and closer, and an unknown feeling takes over my body as I gasp out. My body goes rigid, my voice and throat raw from the amount of pleasure he brought me. I feel a flood of wetness coat my thighs as Aemond continues to slam inside of me before groaning, thrusting his hips one last time and I can feel his warm seed pulsing into me.

Aemond pulls out ever so slowly, groaning as his seed tries to leak, He chuckles breathlessly before pushing his seed back in with his fingers. I moan at the sensitivity and intrusion.

I lean back onto the pillow, getting comfortable in the warm and giant bed. I watch as Aemond walks back into the room after cleaning the both of us. His body was beautiful, he was lean but very muscular, I sighed in relief as Aemond lay down in the bed next to me, pulling my body to his, and cradling me against his body.

I ran my fingers along his chest, basking in his warmth "I've missed you Issa vēzos" I smiled up at him, and I brought my hand up to his face gently, running my fingers along the seam of his eyepatch. Aemond continued to stare at my face, taking in every line or crevice as I fidgeted with the eyepatch "Kostagon nyke gūrogon ziry pryjagon?"I whispered to him. I watched as emotions crossed his face, agony and despair in his eyes, the memory resurfacing.

"Kessa, issa vēzos" He whispered, ever so gently I pulled the eyepatch off of his damaged eye and gasped softly at the gem replacing his damaged eye. I lean on his chest, taking in the bright citrine gem in the damaged socket "Citrine" I whispered. He nodded his head, running his fingers along my back softly "Of course" it was enough, he did not need to explain anymore.

Aemonds finger that was caressing my back goes further down as he grabs my cheek in his big warm hand tightly, his other hand grasps my face, pulling me closer to mesh our lips together passionately.

I moaned as he slipped his tongue over mine, he went to turn us over so he could lay over my body, instead, I smirked, pushing him backward to lie flat on the bed. I chuckled softly at his surprised look. I adjust my body on top of his before rising slightly to grasp his hard cock in my hands, nudging his cock into me. We moan in unison as he bottoms out inside of me.

It takes me a second to adjust to his large member before I start to ride him rapidly. Aemond grasps my hips, pushing and pulling me, my body used by him. I moaned over and over as his cock nudges the spot inside of me and I can feel myself getting closer and closer.

My head was thrown back in ecstasy, breasts bouncing up and down at the force Aemond was using as I rode him. Aemond reached up his hands now covering my breasts as they were bouncing rapidly, the room was filled with the sound of our moans of pleasure and our bodies sweaty, gliding against each other.

My head was thrown back and I looked around the room before gasping at the figure in the now-opened doorways. Neither of us heard the door open. In the doorway stands Alicent. Aemond flips us over, using his body to cover mine from his mother's eyes. Alicent looks on in confusion and embarrassment at interrupting. 

We try to cover ourselves the best we can and Alicent gathers her thoughts before cleaning her throat, an emotionless look now present on her face. "I am to see the both of you in the dining hall at first light" She goes to walk away before turning back once more "Your mother will be present Viserra" The door shuts behind the queen. I sighed, the presence of the queen was deterring me.

Aemond stands from the bed, helping me stand as best as I can and I begin to fix the blankets so we can lie down, A warm hand stops me and I peer up at Aemond as he smirks "Ao nykeēdrosa jorrāelagon naejot sagon fucked issa vēzos " I smile as he lifts my body and throws me on the bed.

Translation:

Ao nykeēdrosa jorrāelagon naejot sagon fucked issa vēzos   (You still need to be fucked my sun)

Kessa, issa vēzos       (Yes My Sun)

Kostagon nyke nādīnagon ziry?      (Can I take it off?)

issa vēzos       (My Sun)

[gloriabomfim]

Certainly! Here are montages 1-9 of "Bumpy in Angry Places with Bumpy's Slapsticks - Part 3," along with actions and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 1: Rush Hour Traffic

[Scene: Bumpy is stuck in a gridlocked traffic jam during rush hour.]

Bumpy (frustrated): "Traffic jams are the worst!"

(He angrily honks his horn repeatedly, but it ends up getting stuck, blaring loudly.)

Bumpy (covering his ears): "I think I just made things worse!"

**Montage 2: Waiting in a Long Line]

[Scene: Bumpy stands in an outrageously long queue at a government office.]

Bumpy (impatient): "Waiting in lines is a test of my patience!"

(He tries to skip ahead but accidentally pulls a rope barrier, causing it to snap back and hit him.)

Bumpy (rubbing his head): "I'll just wait my turn…"

**Montage 3: Uncooperative Vending Machine]

[Scene: Bumpy attempts to buy a snack from a vending machine that won't cooperate.]

Bumpy (angry at the machine): "Why won't you work?"

(He kicks the vending machine in frustration, but it topples over, spilling snacks everywhere.)

Bumpy (surrounded by snacks): "Well, that escalated quickly."

**Montage 4: Bumpy's Trip to the DMV]

[Scene: Bumpy waits at the Department of Motor Vehicles.]

Bumpy (exasperated): "The DMV is a true test of patience!"

(He accidentally steps on a squeaky toy and starts hopping around in pain.)

Bumpy (hopping and in pain): "This is not the kind of test I expected!"

**Montage 5: Angry Soccer Coach]

[Scene: Bumpy attends a soccer practice where the coach is yelling.]

Coach (yelling): "Move faster, team!"

(Bumpy tries to kick the ball but misses, sending it flying into the coach's face.)

Coach (hit by the ball): "That's it, you're running laps!"

**Montage 6: Parking Lot Rage]

[Scene: Bumpy searches for a parking spot in a crowded lot.]

Bumpy (angry at other drivers): "Why is everyone taking the good spots?"

(He finally finds an empty spot but backs into a shopping cart, knocking it into another car.)

Bumpy (panicking): "That's not going to buff out!"

**Montage 7: Frustration in a Crowded Elevator]

[Scene: Bumpy rides a crowded elevator.]

Bumpy (squeezed in): "Elevators can be claustrophobic."

(He tries to press the button for his floor but accidentally hits the emergency stop.)

Bumpy (apologetic): "Oops! Now we're all stuck."

**Montage 8: Customer Service Nightmare]

[Scene: Bumpy calls customer service and gets put on hold.]

Bumpy (irate): "I've been on hold for ages!"

(He angrily slams down the phone receiver but accidentally breaks the phone.)

Bumpy (holding a broken phone): "Maybe I'll try again later…"

**Montage 9: Bumpy's Encounter with Road Rage]

[Scene: Bumpy is driving when another driver displays road rage.]

Bumpy (startled): "Road rage is dangerous!"

(The aggressive driver cuts him off, causing Bumpy to swerve and accidentally honk at a parade of marching band members.)

Bumpy (apologetic): "Sorry, band!"

These montages highlight Bumpy's knack for finding himself in situations where anger and frustration run high, leading to comical slapstick mishaps.

Certainly! Here are montages 10-19 of "Bumpy in Angry Places with Bumpy's Slapsticks - Part 3," along with actions and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 10: Bumpy's Encounter with a Grumpy Waiter

[Scene: Bumpy dines at a restaurant with a grumpy waiter.]

Waiter (irritable): "Order quickly and be quiet!"

(Bumpy tries to signal for a menu but accidentally knocks over a tray of dishes.)

Bumpy (apologetic): "I'll just have water, please."

**Montage 11: Bumpy's Trip to the DMV - Round 2]

[Scene: Bumpy returns to the Department of Motor Vehicles.]

Bumpy (determined): "I won't let the DMV defeat me!"

(He accidentally drops his paperwork, and it gets blown away by a gust of wind.)

Bumpy (chasing after papers): "Come back, paperwork!"

**Montage 12: Annoying Cell Phone Conversations]

[Scene: Bumpy is on public transportation surrounded by people talking loudly on their phones.]

Bumpy (agitated): "Loud phone conversations in public? Ugh!"

(He attempts to listen to music to drown out the noise but accidentally blasts it at full volume, startling everyone.)

Bumpy (embarrassed): "Oops! Sorry, folks!"

**Montage 13: Bumpy's Tense Office Meeting]

[Scene: Bumpy attends a tense office meeting.]

Boss (sternly): "This meeting is crucial, everyone!"

(As Bumpy tries to pass a document, he spills coffee all over the boss's presentation.)

Bumpy (nervous): "I promise it's just coffee, not a critique!"

**Montage 14: Bumpy's Run-in with a Tough Bouncer]

[Scene: Bumpy tries to enter a nightclub with a stern bouncer.]

Bouncer (intimidating): "No entry without proper ID!"

(He fumbles for his ID but accidentally drops it down a sewer grate.)

Bumpy (frustrated): "I guess I'm not getting in tonight…"

**Montage 15: Bumpy's Frustration with Technology]

[Scene: Bumpy struggles with a malfunctioning computer.]

Bumpy (exasperated): "Computers are supposed to make life easier!"

(He angrily slams his fist on the keyboard, causing the computer to freeze completely.)

Bumpy (defeated): "Well, that didn't help."

**Montage 16: Bumpy's Shopping Cart Mishap]

[Scene: Bumpy navigates a crowded grocery store.]

Bumpy (annoyed): "Grocery shopping can be a challenge."

(He tries to maneuver a shopping cart but accidentally crashes into a tower of canned goods.)

Bumpy (surrounded by cans): "I didn't want those cans anyway."

**Montage 17: Bumpy's Day at the Department Store]

[Scene: Bumpy shops in a busy department store.]

Bumpy (overwhelmed): "Department stores can be overwhelming."

(He tries to pull a clothing rack closer but ends up knocking over a mannequin.)

Bumpy (apologetic): "Sorry, fashion model!"

**Montage 18: Bumpy's Frustration with Home Repairs]

[Scene: Bumpy attempts DIY home repairs.]

Bumpy (determined): "Fixing things should be simple, right?"

(He tries to fix a leaky pipe but accidentally causes water to spray everywhere, soaking him.)

Bumpy (drenched): "I guess I'll call a plumber."

**Montage 19: Bumpy's Lost Wallet]

[Scene: Bumpy searches frantically for his lost wallet.]

Bumpy (angry at himself): "Losing my wallet is infuriating!"

(He overturns cushions and accidentally breaks a vase, adding to the chaos.)

Bumpy (surrounded by vase pieces): "Maybe it's time to clean the living room."

These montages continue to illustrate Bumpy's knack for stumbling into frustrating situations and turning them into slapstick comedy.

Certainly! Here are montages 20-30 of "Bumpy in Angry Places with Bumpy's Slapsticks - Part 3," along with actions and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 20: Bumpy's Visit to the DMV - Round 3

[Scene: Bumpy returns to the Department of Motor Vehicles, determined.]

Bumpy (resolute): "I won't let the DMV defeat me… again!"

(He accidentally drops his ID into a fish tank while trying to show it to the clerk.)

Bumpy (fishing for ID in the tank): "Oops! This wasn't part of the plan."

Montage 21: Bumpy's Frustration with a Stubborn Jar

[Scene: Bumpy struggles to open a stubborn jar of pickles.]

Bumpy (exasperated): "Why won't this jar open?"

(He angrily taps the jar on the counter, and it suddenly pops open, sending pickles flying everywhere.)

Bumpy (covered in pickles): "Well, I got it open… sort of."

**Montage 22: Bumpy's Road Rage Mishap]

[Scene: Bumpy encounters a rude driver during his commute.]

Bumpy (frustrated): "Road rage is never the answer!"

(He yells at the aggressive driver, but his car window is rolled down, and the driver hears everything.)

Bumpy (sheepish): "Maybe I should keep my thoughts to myself."

**Montage 23: Bumpy's Trouble with a Self-Checkout Machine]

[Scene: Bumpy tries to use a self-checkout machine at the grocery store.]

Bumpy (annoyed): "Self-checkout should be easy, right?"

(He accidentally scans the same item multiple times, causing the machine to freeze.)

Bumpy (apologetic): "I didn't mean to buy a dozen apples!"

**Montage 24: Bumpy's Frustration with a Jigsaw Puzzle]

[Scene: Bumpy works on a challenging jigsaw puzzle.]

Bumpy (determined): "Puzzles are great for the mind."

(He forcefully tries to fit a piece into the wrong spot, causing the puzzle to scatter everywhere.)

Bumpy (surrounded by puzzle pieces): "I guess it's time to start over."

**Montage 25: Bumpy's Stuck Elevator]

[Scene: Bumpy gets stuck in an elevator.]

Bumpy (frustrated): "Stuck in an elevator is not my idea of fun."

(He pushes the emergency button, but it starts playing loud elevator music instead.)

Bumpy (covering his ears): "I think I'd prefer the silence!"

**Montage 26: Bumpy's Tense Board Game Night]

[Scene: Bumpy plays a competitive board game with friends.]

Friend 1 (competitive): "I'm winning this game!"

(Bumpy tries to make a strategic move but accidentally knocks the entire game board off the table.)

Bumpy (apologetic): "I think the game's over."

**Montage 27: Bumpy's Encounter with a Grumpy Neighbor]

[Scene: Bumpy faces off with an irate neighbor about a noisy party.]

Neighbor (irate): "Keep it down!"

(Bumpy tries to quiet the party by turning off the music but accidentally cuts the power to the entire building.)

Bumpy (nervous): "I think I just made it worse."

**Montage 28: Bumpy's Frustration with an Assembling Furniture]

[Scene: Bumpy attempts to assemble flat-pack furniture.]

Bumpy (determined): "Assembling furniture is like a puzzle, right?"

(He tries to hammer a nail but ends up smashing his thumb instead.)

Bumpy (in pain): "That's not the piece I wanted to assemble!"

**Montage 29: Bumpy's Battle with a Broken Computer]

[Scene: Bumpy deals with a malfunctioning computer.]

Bumpy (frustrated): "I just need this computer to work!"

(He angrily smacks the computer tower, causing it to spark and smoke.)

Bumpy (panicked): "Uh-oh, I think I broke it."

**Montage 30: Bumpy's Aggravating Alarm Clock]

[Scene: Bumpy wakes up to an annoyingly loud alarm clock.]

Bumpy (irate): "I hate early mornings!"

(He tries to silence the alarm but accidentally throws the clock out the window.)

Bumpy (half-asleep): "Well, that's one way to hit snooze."

These montages continue to showcase Bumpy's ability to find himself in frustrating situations and turn them into humorous slapstick moments.

[henneseyhoe]

Interrupted Quickie

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x BLACK!FEM!reader.

CW :SMUT, profanities, unprotected s3x, quickie, slight daddy kink.

(It’s something slight for my first fic here lmao)

Summary: Yahya and Y/N have a quickie in her childhood bedroom meanwhile her family is downstairs. Before they can finish, a unpleasant surprise makes them stop.

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"Shit" I whimpered and arched my back in pain as it came in contact with my vanity, a few of the objects that sat neatly on the surface falling to the floor. Sitting me on top of the wooden stand, Yahya made a 'yikes' face, reaching his hands under my arms and quickly massaging my waist to soothe the pain. "my bad" He whispered as he quickly unbluckled his pants with one of his hands, his other hand moving down and pushing up my skirt.

"Whatever. Hopefully you don't moan too loud" I teased, pulling him closer to me and biting my bottom lip. he smirked "me? I can mask my noise, you on the other hand are a screamer, remember that" he argued as he forcefully pushed himself inside of me with one easy stroke, my walls almost immediately clenching around him in reaction to his movement.

"Oh- fuck!" a long, weak moan left my mouth as Yahya started out with quick thrusts, my back arching. "But I'm the one that gotta keep it down?" He made fun of me, my reaction stroking his ego just how he liked.

Yeah, maybe it is kinda fucked up to get my shit beat up in my childhood room, surrounded by purple butterfly wallpaper, dollies, family pictures, and boyband posters. but shit, it's not my fault cause I didn't pick the damn spot.

"S-slow down" I whispered to him, my hands gripping and scratching at his broad shoulders. If it wasn't for the long sleeve he was wearing, my nails would have most definitely broke skin.

Not only were the dollies and other toys on my old, white shelf falling one by one with each thrust, but the more I moaned out, the faster he went, and the faster he went, the more the mirror would bang against the wall, making an obvious knocking sound.

He covered my mouth with one of his hands, the golden rings that complemented his brown skin perfectly pressing up against my cheek, his palm muffling the sounds I made, but obviously it wasn't gonna help the sound of the mirror that was crashing into the wall over and over again. He slowed his thrust but continued to stroke deep inside of me, making me scratch down his arms and arch my back.

My toes curled and my eyes rolled back, my hands now reaching for the ledge of the surface that held me, gripping it tightly. The feeling of pressure had began to rise inside of my stomach, indicating that I was closer to my orgasm than I had thought.

"Fuck, baby. I’m right there” my head fell back against the mirror, his dick repeatedly hitting just where I wanted it. “Cum in this pussy, daddy. It’s yours” He groans and leans in, kissing down my neck. With all the mixing going on, I could barely hear the footsteps creeping towards the door, an unpleasant surprise being on the other side, cracking the barrier between the room and the hallway open.

"EWWWWW!" Yahya hears from behind him mid-stroke, the man catching a glimpse in the mirror of pure shock on three faces. he pulls out immediately and rushes to pull his dress pants up, dropping to the floor and rolling besides the bed to hide from embarrassment. "SHIT!" I closed my legs and hopped down from the vanity, fixing my skirt properly. "GET THE HELL OUT?!" I screamed at them and ran to close the door, the three adults running down the hall.

I slammed the door shut and locked it, realization of what just happened settling in, embarrassment following directly after.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" I panicked and paced around the room, my hands gripping my freshly picked afro. "babe...I am so sorry" I glared in the man's direction, making him stop talking.

Yahya got up from besides the bed, fully clothed, holding in his laugh by biting his bottom lip.

"SO YOU AINT THINK TO LOCK THE DAMN DOOR?" I fell to my knees and plopped my head on my bed "MY BAD-"

"This like senior year all over again, am I right?" He spoke, a small laugh almost slipping out of his mouth. "Yahya...shut the fuck up, please"

{~}

Everyone sat at the table, enjoying their meal and catching up on news or drama, conversation making its way around the table until it got to me and my cousins.

Yahya cleared his throat after sipping his wine, looking around for any expressions from the elders that made it clear that they knew what had just happened. one of my cousins; Tre smirked to himself, ready to tell an inappropriate joke that I would end up smacking him for. serious eye contact was made around the table until I decided to pull my phone out from under my thigh, typing frantically.

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𝐦𝐞-

So...who snitched?

-

I looked back up from my phone, my cousins glaring at theirs as soon as the text sent. "Y'all chern is quiet as mice over there" my aunt said, chewing her food. "Right, what's wrong with y'all? Why y'all not eating all this good food? Is it bad or something?" my grandmother formed a small frown as we shook our heads. "I'm not hungry" I responded in a mumble, tapping my nails on the table "this wine filled me up" Yahya said, rubbing the back of his neck.

BUZZ

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Lulu-

girl ain't nobody snitched on yo horny ass.

me-

I don't believe you.

Tash-

Damn you'd doubt us like that? You know we know how to keep a secret girl.

me-

Girl bye. Did y'all tell or not?

Tre-

You didn't hear her the first time? No nigga.

Lulu-

You already know yahya would be headless if they did know. Yo daddy would hate to know he "deflowered" you. 😂

Tash-

He should know. She touching 30 already! 😮‍💨

Tre-

Y/N been deflowered, he'd be a lil late. Seven years late to be exact.

me-

Yall think yall so funny, ANYWAY. I was just checking to make sure

Tash-

That's cool and all but we not keeping yo dirty little secret for free

Tre-

Exactly, run us a ten or something cuzo.

Lulu-

What they said chile.

me-

Hustling your own cousin like this is insane, actually

Tre-

Rent due, kid 🤣

Lulu-

😭😭

Tash-

I just like money 🤷🏿‍♀️

me-

Broke! All of you. But y'all got a deal, just don't say shit.

Tash-

We gotchu.

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I looked up from my phone and tuned into the current conversation at the table "mmm, chile pass me some sausage" my mom spoke, pointing her fork at the brown meat on a plate across from her "girl, just have the whole thing, damn!" my aunt said, passing her the plate "girl, you know I love me some of these sausages. They real juicy too!" the whole table cringed, Yahya covering his face with both his hands.

"aight, I'm finna head out" Lulu got up, tossing her napkin to the side "me too chile" I got up from my seat, making Yahya rise with me, my cousins following until everyone separated in the living room.

"I swear I'm never getting hard again" Yahya crosses his arms, sitting next to me on the couch. "should have locked the doors, dumbass" I mumbled, hitting him with a pillow

[genshin-obsessed]

Save You | Zhongli x Reader

AN: A comfort fic for those who need it. I know it doesn’t seem like it... but it is. I would recommend you listen to the song while reading. It’ll make more sense I suppose. Length: 2.4k Inspiration: Mansion by NF

The bright sun shone down on the land, lighting it up. All living things basked in the warmth, while the cool breeze kept them from overheating. Each living thing went about living the way it pleased, enjoying everyday it could.

On the edge of the land, there was a large mansion. Painted white and gold, embodying the warmth of the sun and the life of the land. Its paint glittered under the rays of the sun, winking at everyone that walked by. The grass was bright green, the flowers danced in the breeze, while the butterflies fluttered around.

Each passerby would wish they could go inside to get a glimpse inside the large home. They wished to walk upon the brick path, walking past the fountain towards the large double doors of the mansion. They would wish they could push it open and walk inside, into the home that stood for wealth and class.

Yet, the large white fence would keep them out. There was no gate, there were no cars that would drive into it, there were no workers. The large fence kept everyone out, acting as a barrier that separated the two worlds.

Yet, there was an inhabitant of the mansion. They lived alone, going about their own day as they pleased. No need for money as it provided food and all the necessities. Why would they want to leave?

Why would you ever want to leave? Yes, you lived in this large mansion. All alone. Well not completely alone, but the other… inhabitant came around every now and then.

Your bare feet padded across the cold marble flooring as you walked towards the stairs. Your hand grabbed the marble railing as you moved up to the second floor. The two large stairs merged into one as you entered the hall. You walked down to the left, your eyes glossing over the windows, looking up at the beautiful blue sky.

You caught a figure in the distance and paused. Moving towards the window, you pulled the curtains apart and peeked out. There he was. A man dressed in black, with black hair and bright yellow and orange eyes. He stood at the entrance behind the large fence, every single day, knocking on it. What? Did he think it would just open like that? How foolish.

Yet, it was odd. Day after day, he would stop in that spot and knock on the fence, waiting until it would open. But it never did. Why would it? It was doing its job as a fence. He would stand there for two hours every day before he would just… walk away.

“Weirdo.” You mumbled as you let go of the curtain and continued on your way. Your feet kept moving until you stopped in front of a door. You paused for a moment, letting your hand glide across its cool surface. Finally, you grabbed the door knob and turned it, pushing it open.

You walked inside and let the door close behind you. Taking a deep breath, you looked on the walls where pictures had been stuck on. Your eyes glanced at every picture, remembering each memory. Every inch of the walls and ceiling were covered with pictures. Your eyes finally landed on a box in the middle. Contrary to all the white in the room, the box was black with large chains around it. The padlock hung in the center, taunting you as you moved closer and closer. Finally, your nimble fingers touched the box, before you pulled back and stood up.

“Another day.” With that, you turned around and walked out of the door, shutting it behind you with a large slam. Taking another deep breath, you continued down the hall until you came up to another door. No. You didn’t want to go inside this one. There were other doors to go through, so why this one? Why this wretched door?

You pushed it open and walked inside, regretting it immediately. The door shut behind you with a loud slam, making you flinch as the words started to appear on the wall. They were illegible, written as gibberish if anything. But they screamed at you. You ran to the door, banging on it and pulling at the doorknob.

Who could you call? No one was here.

You continued your pull at the door knob, repeatedly hitting the door as you tried to drown out the screaming of the words. They were so loud! A scream erupted from your lips as the mansion started to rumble. You fell down and your eyes widened.

“N-no! NO! Everything’s fine!! Everything’s ok!” You pushed yourself up and tried to open the door once more, but it was useless. “NOTHING’S WRONG! IT’S MY FAULT! JUST STAY THERE!”

Finally, the door opened and you ran outside, falling as the mansion shook once more. The door slammed shut and you gasped, pushing yourself up and running. It would be here any second and you needed you to escape. You ran down the hall, reaching the other set of stairs. Finally, you heard a door burst open making your heart stop. A deafening screech filled the mansion as you started running again.

Your bare feet hit the cold floor as you sprinted to safety. However, as you turned down the hall, you saw it at the other end. It was a large beast, shrouded in darkness. It glared at you, watching you with its elongated red eyes.

“I-I’m sorry!” You screamed as it charged at you. Tears blurred your vision as you ran, desperately trying to escape it. You could hear the loud thuds as the beast followed you. The shadows were starting to darken the bright, white house. Everything was turning gray.

***

Zhongli could feel it. He knew something was wrong. He dropped everything and ran. He came upon the mansion, the one that continued to glitter under the sun while chaos ensued inside.

However, as he got closer, he noticed the sun disappearing behind the clouds. The sky darkened and the mansion was no longer glowing. The large white fences changed and turned into black fences with spikes at the top. He repeatedly hit the fence, in hopes it would open.

“Let me in!” Finally, the large fence toppled over, hitting the ground with a thud. Zhongli ignored it and ran inside, running across the long yard towards the door. But before he could get close enough, a figure appeared in front of him. They stood in front of the door, protecting it.

“Leave.”

“(f/n), let me in.”

“You’re unwelcomed. Leave.”

“I won’t. Let me in.” The figure slowly turned into you, wearing protective armor. Your eyes glowed red as the fire lit up the area around you. You ran at him, dodging the spear coming at you. The fire shot through your body as you appeared behind him and kicked him. Zhongli groaned, backing up as a large pillar fell down. You dodged it, running around and back towards him. Zhongli was ready, blocking every hit that you threw at him.

In an instant, the red glow from your eyes was replaced with purple as the electricity danced around you. The electricity shot down around Zhongli, who swiftly dodged them all before throwing his spear at you. Before it could hit you, the glow turned yellow and protective geo constructs shot up. The spear got stuck inside as you walked around it. Your eyes glanced at the door that stood to the left. No matter what, you wouldn’t let him through. Zhongli moved quickly, running towards his spear.

He dodged all your attacks once more, quickly recovering his weapon. He stood on the opposite end with a look of sorrow on his face.

“You don’t want to fight me. Just let me through.”

“Leave.”

“Never. I will never leave.” He said with sheer determination.

“So be it.” Your figure lifted up off the ground, flying higher and higher as the beautiful green grass and flowers started wilting. The color changed as dark energy started swirling around you. Your eyes were glowing orange, a glare trained on the man below you.

Meteors fell from the sky, decimating everything in it’s sight. Zhongli ran and dodged them, using his pillars and shield to protect himself as much as he could. He felt a piece of him die as he watched the once beautiful yard start falling apart. Fake. It was all fake. It was a coverup, wanting every passerby to think it was a beautiful place of warmth and comfort. That was all a lie! The truth of this mansion was what he was seeing right now. Utter destruction and despair. No hope, no way out, no savior.

His yellow orange eyes looked at the mansion door. There was a savior here and it would be him. As he’d sworn many times, through all lives. His eyes glanced up at you and he frowned. It would be ok, because he was here now.

***

You screamed as the beast grabbed your legs and pulled you with him. You tried to grab something, anything, but it was just too fast and strong. You cried as it threw you over the stairs. Your body slammed onto the ground below, your thin clothing doing nothing to protect you. Barely able to move, you weakly sat up and slowly crawled back as the beast stalked towards you.

“I-I’m sorry! I-it’s my f-fault, I know! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again! I’m sorry! Pl-please leave! N-nothing e-even happened today! Everything w-was fine! It was a beautiful day, I did everything right, everything was the same!! Nothing went wrong! SO WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” You screamed at it as tears slid down your cheeks. Your back hit the double doors behind you as the beast got closer and closer. The dark energy moved towards you, swirling around you as you sobbed and covered your head.

It let you a screech, one that was so loud, you felt as if your ears would start bleeding. You scream melted with its own as you begged and pleaded for someone to save you.

But who would? You did this to yourself. You created this land, you created this mansion, you created those rooms. You created the large fence that kept everyone out, you locked the door, and even though people thought you lived alone in the house… you didn’t. The beast lived with you, plaguing you whenever it could. It returned at the worst of times, kicking you when you were down. There was no saving you when you were connected to it all.

The tears slid down your cheeks as the beast neared you, draining all hope from you. There was no point. Why fight it when it happened everyday? Every single day you dealt with this. Every time it would win? So, why not let it win once more?

***

Taking a deep breath, Zhongli ran. He dropped his spear, ignoring your cries from above as he ran to his one destination. It got closer and closer until finally…

His hand touched the door.

Everything froze, quieting down outside. He watched as the energy disappeared around you and you floated down. There was a look of defeat on your face, but Zhongli didn’t let it phase him. He turned around and touched the door knob, causing the large door to crumble. It crumbled continuously, falling apart completely until he saw you.

Zhongli wasted no time before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him. The screeching of the beast was now reaching the outside world. Zhongli pressed your head into his chest, covering your other ear with his hand. His eyes shut tight as the screeching became louder and louder.

Finally, the beast backed up, turning into you. It fell onto its back, weakly crawling away. Zhongli finally let go of you, as you curled into a ball and walked towards it. The beast hit the wall and Zhongli bent down in front of it. He reached into its chest, pushing past all the energy and the cold, cold exterior. There was a core at the center; it was barely warm. The dwindling hope was connected to the beast, making it painful for Zhongli to pull it away.

It whimpered and screamed, almost as if begging for mercy as the core was torn away. But Zhongli didn’t leave. He held the core close as he pulled the beast’s head into his arms.

“I will save you too.” It started to melt, the darkness disappearing slowly until it was completely gone.

Zhongli stood up and saw you in the distance start to vanish as well. A smile graced his face as he walked further into the mansion to one particular direction. The safe room.

Once he got there, he saw the exit. Chained up completely with dark energy surrounding it. The man reached out, his hand easily moving past everything and touching the door behind. It glowed before falling apart once more.

There… he saw you, once more. You looked up at him, giving him a weak smile. You were sitting on the floor with no furniture or decoration around. It was just an empty room with you in the center. He walked towards you, holding out the glowing white and orange ball. Your eyes glistened when the light met you. It warmed your skin, which was cold as ice.

You let Zhongli press it against your chest before he pushed it inside. Finally, he picked you up, holding you tightly as he walked back up the stairs towards the exit.

As he walked out of the mansion, he saw you floating there. You stared at yourself in his arms before slowly disappearing. Zhongli looked ahead, not forgetting his goal. Once you were outside the fence, he turned and looked at the destroyed mansion.

It would rebuild and maybe this time, the fence would have a gate, letting others in too. Even as the darkness watched you leave, you weren’t scared. It wouldn’t just disappear in one day. It would return repeatedly, over and over, but this time you could face it with Zhongli. You could face it with him and beat the darkness that shrouded your mind. Maybe one day you two would return to this mansion, living here together being a symbol of hope.

One day, but for now, he’d saved you.

[naralanis]

little bumps in the road (pt. 23)

Previously on LBitR...

Lena doesn’t even get a full second to process the full impact of Alex’s words. Almost the second after Lena’s eyes register the Supergirl sigil on that little screen, all lights in the bunker go out with a deafening boom.

The pager-like device still showing the sigil casts an eerie glow on Alex’s face, and its green hue is far too reminiscent of Kryptonite for Lena to keep looking at it.

“That can’t be good,” the agent mutters grimly.

Lena is inclined to agree, but doesn’t respond beyond a curt nod Alex probably can’t even see. Her eyes are glued to where she knows the door of her cell is, even if she can’t see a foot past her own nose.

Her mind conjures up an image of Lex emerging from the shadows in the corridor, laughing madly, face illuminated by green, teeth in his shark-like grin gleaming in the sickly, radioactive glow of Kryptonite.

He’s not there, of course. They wait with bated breath in the darkness, expecting something—anything—to happen, enveloped by a panic neither of them dares voice.

“Lena?” Alex tries, but Lena waves her off.

“Shush,” she hisses. They can’t see anything, so Lena closes her eyes and concentrates on listening, trying to focus on the sounds—or lack thereof.

She doesn’t really know what she’s listening for, exactly. Maybe the lights will just come back on. Maybe the whole bunker will get blown up. Maybe, any minute now, they’ll hear the distinctive clicking of Lex’s expensive leather shoes from the corridor as he approaches with a pep to his step.

Alex holds her breath—Lena can hear her sharp intake followed by nothing at all, and she almost tells her not to bother, except she suddenly does hear something.

There’s a muted click, right above their heads, followed by moments of something that sounds a lot like radio static—electronic hissing and cutting out, intermittent and exasperating.

Then, there’s something else. The static fades, and is almost immediately replaced by a thud-and-click, and then…

There’s music, coming through what Lena now knows are hidden speakers, concealed in the ceiling.

She turns to Alex. “Can you hear—” Lena begins, only to cut herself short as the hairs on her arms stand. The wave of goosebumps is a symptom of the chill that suddenly overtakes her as Lena recognizes the opening notes that come before Frank Sinatra’s distinctive voice.

And now, the end is near… And so I face the final curtain…

“Motherfucker,” Lena hisses, knocking her forehead against the glass with a little more force than is perhaps warranted.

The moment she does, however, there’s a louder, much more ominous-sounding hiss. Lena’s eyes snap open and upwards in search of the source, but she can’t locate it.

Until she see’s Alex’s panicked look in the low light of her device, as a thick fog descends around the agent.

“What the hell—” Alex begins to say, but it prompts a fit of coughing; within seconds, the gas in her cell is so thick Lena can barely see her.

“Alex!” Lena shouts, slamming the barrier between them with her good fist repeatedly, feeling the bones in her hand ache as they thud uselessly against inches of reinforced glass. “Alex!”

It’s too late, of course. The gas is thick as smoke in the other cell, swirling menacingly in the glow of Alex’s device, and it just keeps coming, saturating the space. It’s already hard to see, but now Lena can barely make out just how hard Alex fights to stay conscious.

“No, no, no!”

Lena’s screams reverberate in the small space, her hand still slamming uselessly against the barrier. Alex suddenly slaps her hand onto the glass—its impact echoes above Lena’s screams, above the song that gets progressively louder to taunt them through the speakers above.

“Lena!” Alex gasps through a cough, her voice already wavering as she struggles to keep her eyes open. “Lena—”

Lena mirrors her position, splaying her own palm over Alex’s on the other side of the glass. Before she can say anything, Alex’s eyes flutter closed despite her best efforts, and her hand slips away, squeaking and leaving a faint trail of sweat as she falls limply to the floor.

“Alex! No!”

Barely seconds after Alex’s body thuds onto the ground, there’s another hiss, and Lena recognizes it immediately as the distinctive sound of her cell door sliding open a few feet away.

She almost wishes Lex had come to the cell in person, if only so she could punch him, even with her non-dominant hand. Lena wants to claw at his face, make him hurt, bleed. She wants him to suffer.

Of course, he’s not there. He’s probably cackling to himself behind an array of screens, sitting back on some stupidly expensive high-backed chair as he watches his deranged machinations unfold.

There’s nothing at Lena’s cell door, not even lights. Lena has to take a long moment before she goes—she tries to look through the glass, tries to see if Alex is even breathing on the other side, but the gas has grown so dense Lena can’t even see her anymore.

My Way grows louder and louder, straining the tinny speakers and Lena’s ears all at once as she tries to follow the wall of her cell to the door, hands outstretched to the darkness when she turns into the corridor, retracing the steps she took when she had been escorted here.

There’s a faint, barely noticeable light at the end of the pitch-black corridor. It blinks in a familiar hue of green, and it makes Lena want to turn the other way around and run.

She doesn’t, of course. Trying would be futile.

The damn song keeps playing as Lena slowly, painstakingly makes her way down the corridor toward the light. It builds, then it ends, only to begin again, set on a loop. The memories of Lex raging against Superman at the dinner table while Sinatra played in the background at Luthor Manor are seared in Lena’s memory, and it’s like Lex knows it. He probably does.

Lex had always been dramatic. Lena briefly wonders if he would have been able to curb his homicidal impulses had he gone into theatre or something.

The thought does a bit too much of a good job in distracting her, because after what feels like a whole mile of walking in the darkness, Lena’s finally reached the source of the eerie green glow that has been guiding her hesitant steps. When she sees it, Lena has to swallow against the bile rising in her throat.

It’s a Lexosuit.

It’s an empty one, waiting there for her like some kind of robot awaiting orders, and Lena wants to scream; she wants to yell and kick at the abominable contraption.

“If you think I’m putting that on,” she says, loud, clear, and determined, because she knows her brother can hear her, “you are fucking mistaken.”

The empty suit’s visor lights up, and Lex’s voice comes through, clear as crystal.

“Well, why not?” he says, sounding endlessly amused. Lena wipes at errant tears that escape her control and run down her cheeks; she’s not sure if Lex can see her, but if he does, she doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

He laughs, ominous and gleeful all at once. “Come on, Lena. I wanted you to have more than a front-row seat this time.”

Lena can practically hear his widening grin; it makes her grit her teeth, jaw clenching painfully at the cheerful tone of his voice. “Killing Supergirl is now a fully immersive experience!”

Lena clenches her good fist at her side, trying her best not to reel back and punch the suit out of blinding hot fury. She needs to save that punch for her brother’s face.

“You’re out of your goddamn mind, Lex,” she says instead, injecting as much confidence as she can, even as she feels her legs begin to tremble as the suit begins to seemingly disintegrate before her eyes.

“Now, Lena, that’s just hurtful,” Lex’s voice comes through, still clear as day, as the Kryptonite-powered nanites that make up the suit begin to envelop Lena’s body from her feet up.

Lena can’t move, she can’t even flinch; she is frozen in the spot as the nanites shroud her body like a living swarm. She’s biting her bottom lip until it bleeds, trying to concentrate on her mental boxes, on the sound of Kara’s voice, of the worry in her eyes. The reconstructed visor envelops her head entirely, and Lex’s voice rings through hear ears.

“You’re just going to have to trust me, Lena.”

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[honeygingergemini]

Now I'm thirsty for your writing! Can you write one where reader or steve wants to make a sex tape? Thank you😘😘

Hello my dear :) Thank you for being patient with me. I had writers block and just thought everything I was writing sucked so I kept deleting it and starting over. I hope you like it @donutloverxo

p.s. I was today years old when I found out tumblr doesn’t send you a notification when someone answers your ask (I’ve only ever asked on anon bc my main blog is something different so let me know if I am wrong lol) I tagged you just incase <3 IGNORE TYPOS :)

pairing: Steve rogers x fem!reader 

word count: 2.4k 

warnings: camera sex, dirty talk, oral male receiving mentions of face fucking (light), unprotected sex, cream pies and descriptions of it, light spanking, and praise kink for stevie :) 

On Camera

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. My heart is racing and we haven’t even done anything but set up the camera. We’ve only been dating for five months and four days, so imagine the graveling I had to do to get America’s golden boy to agree to fuck me on camera. I begged Steve for so long and now I'm the shy one. We’re supposed to be making a sex tape yet we are on opposite ends of the bed. 

Steve’s bare back is against the headboard while his long legs are spread out before him. He keeps looking everywhere but the camera. His eyes bounce from the walls to the sofa in the corner of the room but once he looks at me, he looks at the camera and he retreats further into his shell. His hand keeps running over his shorts and now I'm starting to feel bad. 

He agreed to this for me but I know he’s nervous. Maybe he doesn’t want to actually do this? Maybe I don’t want to do this? 

Nothing will happen if I get up and turn the camera off now, nothing will happen except me being deathly embarrassed. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I know I want this, I thought about it for a long time before and after bringing it up to Steve. It was my bright idea and now I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs like a dummy. 

You’ve had sex with Steve countless times, this is no different don’t let the camera scare you. Just relax, he’s your boyfriend, the one you’ve slept with numerous times. Just kiss him. 

I take a deep breath looking at Steve whose skin is slightly flushed. I lean over to his side of the bed and reach for him taking in his warmth. His skin is damp with a light coating of sweat. Steve’s eyes shoot over to mine with the unexpected contact. 

“Hi.” I smile at Steve hoping to relax him. As well as myself. 

“Hi.” He looks at me but then quickly looks at the camera. I follow suit doing the same.

We need a distraction from the boxed recording device. I lean over more to capture Steve’s lips in a demure kiss. I kiss him slowly trying to memorize every detail of his mouth. My tongue rolls over his teeth before dipping further into his mouth pulling a deep groan from him, but after his groan he tense and pulls away. 

“You okay?” I ask. 

“Yeah... i’m still not...” comfortable. he didn’t have to say it for me to know what he meant. I lift my body over his straddling him as I trace my fingers over his body knowing the simple act calms him. It works because this time Steve initiates the kiss. It’s more firm than the last but pleasing just the same. Our tongues waltz in a sinful manner pulling soft calls from me. Forced breaths exit my nostrils as I grind my hips slowly into his. His large hands grip my hips and he pulls me down harder. 

“Uh Steve.” I moan out. “More please.” He’s now attacking my neck leaving open mouth kisses across my jugular. His hips push up to meet mine once then twice then it’s a repeated action that leaves me breathless. 

His eyes snap open to meet mine but instead they meet the camera and his arms drop to his side. Deep sighs are released from the both of us 

“I’m sorry princess... I'm just trying to get used to this.” I know he’s turned on right now. I can feel how turned on he is. 

“Do you want to stop?” He looks at me but doesn’t answer. I peck his lips quickly before removing myself from his thighs. My fingers are at the rim of his shorts very close to pulling them down before Steve sits up to stop me. 

“What are you doing?” it comes out mumbled together almost as one complete word. 

“Let me help you relax.'' I push his chest back down softly and continue my plan. I pull his shorts down just enough to free his erection. It bounces back and hits Steve's stomach. I take him into my hands and slowly stroke him. I bend over Steve's thigh  arching my back while bringing my spit slick lips to his tip and leave a wet kiss. Steve shudders whispering profanity under his breath. My tongue joins the fun, slipping out to run around the tip in slow semi circles. I continue my teasing until Steve's hips jut forward and his hand is on the base of my neck. 

“Suck it right.” He grunts voice hoarse “Stop playing with me.” 

“Yes sir.” The last words I say before I take him fully into my mouth. I push down until my nose is met by the coarse curls of his base. One of my hands grip Steve’s thigh while the other is holding on to the side of his abdomen subconsciously giving the camera a perfect view. Steve's grip on my neck is unwavering; he's holding my head down. 

“Fuck... breathe through your nose doll.” He grunts with a rasp I’ve never heard from him before. I take in sloppy breaths trying to calm down. “You gonna let me fuck your face? hmm princess?” 

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he begins pushing his hips up into me slowly speeding up with each thrust until he’s assaulting the back of my throat. The action pulls strangled noises from me. My sounds only serve as encouragement for Steve. I think he’s completely forgotten about the camera. 

Steve juts his hips in a way that knocks the wind out of me. I gag around him getting a deep groan in return. 

“F-fuck princess.” His hand finds your ass with conviction. Steve suddenly becomes fixated on your bottom. His burly hands run from your ass and down your thighs repeatedly. I wiggle my lower half as a silent plea for him to spank you again and he complies. 

“You like it when Captain spanks you?” Slap. “You like the pain?” Slap. “I asked you something, doll.” you were presented with two slaps this time. I nod ferociously around Steve’s cock. The super soldier rubs the area he’s abused before dipping his fingers into your core. 

“Shit princess.” he continues toying around with your pussy. He pulls your head from his dick not wanting to end his fun prematurely. His tongue meets yours in a grimy kiss. “I can’t wait to watch that back.” Steve mumbles around your lips as you simultaneously squeeze the finger within you. 

“Oh? You like that?” Steve adds his middle finger to his index and presses into your warm sex deeply. I cry out enjoying the sweet burn of Steve’s fingers. “You like the thought of me watching this while i’m away?” 

You absolutely loved the thought of Steve watching you pleasure him when he’s away. An image of Steve hunched over dick in hand pumping himself into oblivion leaves you dripping. 

“Take your dress off.” Steve demands his voice carrying power. I begin stripping myself for him when he quickly stops me. “Nuh uh, not for me, for the camera.”

I turn to the camera as a shiver runs down my spine. My slip dress easily falls off my body leaving me with only black lace panties as covering. Not that I want to be covered in this moment. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Steve’s thickset hands wrap around me from behind covering my breast giving them a pleasure filled squeeze. “Such a pretty sight.” Steve brings his body to mold into mine from behind. His left hand trails it’s way down back to my clothed opening. 

“Can i touch you?” I nod yes at Steve's ridiculous question. Why would you ever deny him? Your response must be good enough because he’s pressing down over the fabric just the way you like. It doesn’t take long for his self restraint to be overcome and he’s dipping his fingers under your panties. He dips into your liquid arousal and coats your sex with it.

“You’re dripping princess.” He shudders to himself. He says it every time you two are intimate but you never get tired of hearing it. “So wet.” 

“Always for you.” My words flow out breathlessly “Only for you.” You’re unsure of when steve removed his shorts but he’s aligning himself with your entrance. He’s bare. There’s no protective barrier between the two of you. He’s never done this before. You’ve never done this before. His tip is barely grazing your lips, Steve surprises you. 

“Are you okay with this?” He asks for your permission and of course you accept. How could you turn down your favorite super soldier? So now you’re face down into the mattress dripping at the idea of getting to feel your Steve in a new way. A more personal way. Steve pushes into you slowly, only his tip. An exasperated moan leaves you as your suspicion is confirmed. You feel every detail of Steve's mushroom tip. Your vice like grip cups him into your squelching center holding him there. You absentmindedly hear Steve express his approval of the pleasure your body is providing him. Steve pulls out his tip just as slow as he entered. A suctioning click echos in the room showing just how wet you are. 

“Fuck.” Steve whispers “You feel like a dream doll.” 

He hasn’t fully delved into your sweetness and he’s on cloud nine. Not wanting to waste anymore time Steve dips into your bottoming out quickly and stays there. Labored breaths from both of you fill the room. It feels like Steve sits there forever unwavering. He takes in every detail of your squishy walls as you commit every vein, dip, and curve of Steve’s dick to memory. 

“Stevie baby,” You can barely breathe but you need him to move. “Move… please… for me.” 

Steve takes in one deep breath before he’s pounding into with great intensity. He doesn’t work your way up to his speed. He just slams into you, repeatedly. Hips clashing into your ass causing a jiggle that Steve adores. His hands strike your bottom giving added stimulation you didn’t know you needed. Steve pulls your head off of the bed bringing your body to lay flush against his. He dips his hips just a little bit lower and his tip sweeps the sweet spot located deep in your center only he can reach. You choke out a cry, his name being the only thing on your mind. Your cries encourage him to duplicate the action. 

“It feel good, doll?” You nod so fast you feel the contents of your mind scramble. 

“Say it, tell the camera how much you like it.” Steve turns your head to the recording device in front of you. Something you forgot was even present in the room with you. “Tell the camera” With each word his body collides with yours making sure you feel him as well as his words deep. “ Tell ‘em how much you like Captain stretching this pussy out.” 

“Tell them.” Steve’s stern grunts are accompanied by passionate strikes to your outer thigh. 

“Captain…” You whine, The pleasure is starting to feel overwhelming. “You feel so good, so different.” You want to catch your breath but you always want to please Steve. Captain has a praise kink. 

“I can feel all of you.” You reach behind yourself to cup Steve's head. “It’s so deep.” You sigh when his fingers find your clit. The tingle of your orgasm begins at your toes and travels up your body. You’re so close. 

“You’re the only one that can make me feel this way.” Steve grunts in approval of your expression pressing harder into your clit. He likes control but only because you give it to him so when you praise him, he feels like he’s on fire. 

“I love when you touch me like that.” Another grunt from Steve. I teeter close to saying something important, something so permanent that once I say it, it can't be taken back. Steve’s chest puffs with need. A need for you to express the feeling you both have swirling within your chest growing with each passing day. A small smack is applied to your clit before Steve flips you over so you’re on your back. 

“Tell me what I want to hear.” His voice is as rough as his pace. You don’t respond. It’s only been a couple months. Way Too soon to say it. 

“Don’t wanna say it?” Steve is plowing into making sure no air is left in your lungs. “But I thought I was doing so good?” His thrusts are unabated. 

“Thought I was the only one that could make you feel this way? hmm? Thought only I could make you feel good?” Long drawn out moans escape you. One right after the other each one more melodic than the last. 

“Be my good little baby and say it.” His thumb flicks around your bundle of nerves with sharp short strokes. “Say it princess.” 

“I love you.” You think you say it. You hope you say it. You’re unsure, your words are completely slurred and your mind is only filled with white noise. Your body is levitating as your orgasm washes over you. You’re feeling everything all at once. Steve doesn’t stop. He doesn’t give you a moment to catch your breath. 

“I know you do baby,” Steve chuckles, pleased with his work. “I love you so much more.” Each word is followed by a sweet kiss. Too sweet for what’s taking place. Your understanding of time becomes weary but soon enough Steve meets you at the peak. 

“F-Fuucck doll.” His body tenses as he releases deep inside you. “Fuck.” Once he collects himself he’s off of you. You whine at the loss of heat from the super soldier. You didn’t realize it but Steve has grabbed the camera bringing its focus to your filled cunt. 

“You look so pretty like this doll.” His finger dip into your overstimulated sex. He pushes the proof of his orgasm around before pulling some of it out to spread it across your lower lips. 

You lay still trying, trying to breathe, trying to not pass out, trying to not look as fucked out as you feel. You hear steve mention how this was fun in the background but you don’t have the strength to respond. Soft kisses to your inner thighs, stomach, then lips lull you further into your euphoric state. 

“You okay?” 

“Mmhmm i’m perfect.” You sling a leg over the super soldier.  “So you love me?” Steve’s soft chuckle is the last thing you grasp before falling into much needed slumber. 

[skzsauce01]

Normal Pt 1

Description: For more skilled maneuvers, dragon shifters need a rider to help them out. After rejecting multiple riders, Hyunjin, a traumatized and handicapped shifter, is assigned to you. To add a cherry on top, you’re deaf, so how are you supposed cast spells to free him from his limitation, let alone the anger in his heart? Some HTTYD influence.

Warning: none

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairing: fem!reader x dragon!Hyunjin

Pt: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5

“You have got to be kidding me.” Hyunjin can feel his eye twitching as he looks at you, his new rider. If he’s being honest, he’ll admit that you look familiar, but it doesn’t make him hate you any less.

“If you have complaints, then maybe you shouldn’t have mistreated your previous rider until he quit,” the professor seethes and begins walking away. “Remember, this is your last chance or we have to expel you.”

“Professor. Professor!” the young dragon-shifter calls, but his pleas fall on deaf ears. With a sigh, he turns to you, the one with literal deaf ears.

“Stay out of my way,” he growls and pushes roughly past you.

You tilt your head to the side, unable to comprehend his moving lips. He seems displeased, but still, you want to make a good first impression, so you run up after him and offer him a red pouch.

“What do you want?” he frowns.

You open the bag for him to see the appai berries inside, his favorite fruit. 

“Oh, wow, for me thanks!” he grins happily, making you smile as well. You beam at him as he takes the gift from your hands. However, you don’t expect him to then spit into the bag and shove it back into your face with a scowl. 

“You really think I’d say that?” he scoffs and continues stomping down the halls of Sheng Academy, shaking off the feeling that he’s seen you somewhere.

“A deaf handicap! Can you believe it?”

“Hyunjin, calm down,” his friend and roommate, Changbin, sighs.

“Easy for you to say; your rider is head prefect,” Hyunjin grumbles at the other shifter.

Changbin just lets out another sigh and focuses his attention on his dinner.

“Who says we need riders anyway?” Hyunjin continues. “We can fight and fly perfectly well without them!”

“You know that isn’t true.”

“I’m a Twilight Terror,” he hisses.

Changbin rolls his eyes at the mention of the superior dragon breed. “I’m going back to the dorms now. You should find her and get some practice in before the great ‘Twilight Terror’ falls face first into dirt in class tomorrow.”

“Like claws I will,” he curses while taking the unfinished custard from his friend’s plate.

It appears that you have the same idea as Changbin though. As soon as Hyunjin puts his tray onto the collecting belt, you walk up to him.

‘Practice?’ you sign. 

“I can’t understand your stupid hand dance,” he snickers and pushes your forehead backwards with two fingers.

You figure out what that meant, so you pull out a notepad and write your question onto a sheet.

With the same cocky smile on his lips, he leans down towards you and exaggeratedly replies, “Nnnnoooooo.”

Despite his answer, Hyunjin makes his way to the training grounds after he has lost you. It is actually a commonality for him to practice whenever he has a chance. By himself, that is.

“Face first?” Hyunjin mocks. “We’ll see about that.”

After a quick chant, the pendant around his neck glows and turns him into a gorgeous, deep purple reptile. Hyunjin lets out a majestic roar and takes off into the air.

He loves the feeling of the night air under his wings and the feeling of control as he maneuvers around the training course. Over the horizontal beam, around the rotating spikes, toss a fireball at the target, through the-- Bang! His tail accidentally slams against a pole, sending him face first into the sand below.

“Claws…” Hyunjin groans internally, picking his head off the ground. 

Fustratedly, he thumps his useless tail against the ground repeatedly until he feels an extra weight trying to hold it down. When the dust cloud he created settles down, he nearly gasps when he sees you clinging onto him with wide eyes.

You shake your head and make a thumping motion with your arm. ‘Don’t hurt yourself,’ you sign regardless of his understanding. 

Hyunjin blasts a breath of hot air into your face before flinging you off of him and flying away as quickly as he can.

Once alone again, Hyunjin curls up into himself and paws at his left tail fin, or rather, the lack thereof. He can still remember the day he lost it like it was yesterday. He can also still remember the man who took it from him. The man he called his rider.

Hyunjin knows deep down he cannot maneuver as fluidly and precisely without the spells of a rider even if he had a functioning tail, but he would rather keep trying every night by himself than admit it. Speaking of spells, how are you, a deaf rider, supposed to control him? You probably cannot even enunciate the most basic of spells, he realizes with a scoff. He realizes his hypocrisy when making fun of your handicap when he has one as well, but he would rather disregard that thought too.

“We’re going to be having free practice for class today. Remember, the New Year Race is in just over three months!” your professor announces. 

“Are you competing this year?” a she-dragon asks, bumping her snout against Hyunjin’s wing.

“We’ll see, Hye Ji,” he replies, hiding his tail even further between his two front legs. Hye Ji sighs at the response and flies off with her rider to find a training spot.

You cannot tell what the dragons are saying even if you can hear, but you can clearly see her intentions. You give Hyunjin a suggestive nudge, and he growls dangerously at you.

“Now, now, Hwang,” your professor chides. “Be nice. Maybe L/N can take you to the Race this year.”

“I don’t need a rider--”

“I’m sure you don’t.” Turning to you, she signs and vocalizes, “Ready?”

You nod, but Hyunjin lets out a grunt. To no one’s surprise, he starts to stalk off. As he does so, he feels a sudden weight overcoming his head, causing it to drop onto the ground and halting his movements. Angrily, he turns to the professor for using a spell on him. To his surprise though, her necklace wasn’t the one glowing; yours is. 

“How?” A spell like that is difficult and even more so when used on a dragon who has not accepted you as its rider yet, not to mention the even greater increase of difficulty due to your inability to have even heard the words to it before. Still, the white shine of your pendant is unmistakable.

After you release your spell, his curiosity bests his pride, so he stays where he is, watching your every move. You walk over to give him a few gentle strokes along his side-- a friendly, and non-invasive spot to pet.

‘I’m going to get on now, okay?’ you sign. 

Your professor translates, and Hyunjin lets out another grunt and flies off.

“What did I expect? I really hope he comes around before he can’t graduate,” your professor sighs and goes to check on her other students. You’ll figure it out, she hopes.

Flying alone makes him feel weightless and free. Although your earlier spell was impressive, it scared him, knowing there is someone who can control his muscles like that. So what if he isn’t able to make quick turns or fly in the same spot? He is a Twilight Terror; he can just blast away anything in his path.

He flies towards a nearby pole to prove his point. He gathers all his frustration and insecurity into a ball of plasma and condemns the approaching obstacle into obliteration.

Wait. Approaching?

Hyunjin’s eyes widen as he realizes that the pole is only one of many rotating ones on a gear-like contraption, and the next one is coming faster than he can react on his own. Suddenly, his muscles feel a sharp burst of energy and pivots his body just barely under the incoming barrier. His tail is left behind, however. It jerks uncontrollably behind him as the situation becomes more dire. 

Hyunjin lets out a worthless roar in your direction, demanding that you get your spells together quickly. You cannot hear him, but you understood his message. Honestly, you are disappointed with your lack of ability, but you simply are not used to working with a dragon with only half its fin, especially from a distance. Still, that is no excuse for you not to be able to save him. 

At the last Hollywood-like second, you manage to get Hyunjin out of harm’s way. He looks at you incredulously before flying a clear path towards you and turning human just as he lands. It’s only then that he notices how pristine your white riding uniform is. The underside of your coattails, the area most easily burned during fights, flaunt a brilliant crimson colour. Either you’ve just purchased the outfit or you are just that good at riding. 

With your professor gone, Hyunjin snatches the notepad from your coat to communicate.

‘How did you conjure spells like that?’ he scribbles and pushes the words into your face.

You take the pad back. ‘Let me on your back and you’ll see.’

Hyunjin scoffs at the idea. ‘Why didn’t you use them on me last night?’ he asks, referring to your rather pathetic attempts of holding his tail down with your physical body.

‘It wasn’t time yet. I don’t control dragons when I’m not supposed to. That’s abusive.’

Abusive? Hyunjin narrows his eyes, unsure whether or not you are lying. Why not use your powers when you have them, especially when you can control dragons who haven’t sworn their loyalty to you and from a distance no less. 

‘Who are you?’ he decides to ask.

You smile when you read his words. Eagerly you scribble your response. ‘Your friend who’s going to take you to the Race!’

Hyunjin rips off the page once he’s read it, crumples it, and tosses it at your black boots. “I’ve not entered that thing once in all the years I’ve been here,” he snarls in your ear, not caring that you can’t hear him. “No rider has ever been able to be my rider, let alone a friend.”

As he tries to walk off once again, you pull on his sleeve.

“What?” he whips around angrily.

You reach forward to press something into his mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to recognize the familiar sweetness of an appai berry. You hand him the page he threw at you, now with the words ‘good work!’ written on the back, and walk off the practice grounds, leaving him behind this time.

“Where did you get that?”

“Get what?” Changbin asks, popping another berry into his mouth and swirling his blue necklace around idly. A familiar red pouch sits besides him.

“This!” Hyunjin exclaims as he snatches the pouch before his roommate can grab another one.

“Dude, chill. It was just hanging on the door knob when I came home. Are they yours?”

“No,” he replies curtly.

“Hey! Then give them back!” yells Changbin after his friend as the latter makes his way back out again.

It doesn't take long for Hyunjin to find your dorm room. The look of excitement across your features when you open the door to see him only fuels his anger. 

“What is this?” he yells. “You think bribery is going to work?”

Your blank stare causes him to drag his hand down his face in frustration. Without a choice, he writes on your white board, ‘I don’t want any of your bribes’ and tosses the pouch at you.

You grab his wrist to prevent him from leaving as you write, ‘If you don’t want bribes, then earn it.’

“What?” he vocalizes. You understood that.

‘Earn the berries like you did today.’

‘This is ridiculous. I’m not a child.’

‘Then think of it as an add-on. You want to know how I work my spells, don’t you? Just try letting me on you, and you’ll find out AND get appai berries. It’s a win-win.’

‘Don’t you get it? I’m NOT letting a rider on my back.’

‘I’m not asking you to swear loyalty to me. Consider it a favor.’

‘And what makes you think I’d do you a favor?’

‘Because we’re friends! :D’

Hyunjin wipes away your emoji with his hand. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

For the next few days, while you are trying to coax him into a ride, Hyunjin has been trying to figure out your spellcasting methods by himself in the library. By his reasoning, there aren't too many riders who can control dragons who don’t let them, so the school journalists must have done an article about you somewhere sometime during your career at Sheng.

“Changbin, can you get the door?” he calls with an arm full of borrowed newspapers and magazines.

“Yeah, sure. One second.” 

“Thanks,” Hyunjin nods once the door swings open. He nearly drops all the manuscripts once he sees who else is inside the room though.

“What is she doing here?” he gestures accusingly at you with his head.

You wave innocently at him then beckon Changbin to sit back next to you.

“I’m helping her sketch a blueprint of a model of your tail so that she can practice on it since, you know, you won’t let her practice on you,” replies Changbin.

‘Thank you,’ you sign.

‘My pleasure.’

“You sign?” Hyunjin scoffs.

“She’s taught me a few things,” the other male shrugs. ‘He’s such a soggywog,’ he signs to you.

You giggle, which surprises the Terror since it’s the first sound he has heard from your mouth. It’s more pleasant than what he imagined a deaf person is able to muster, but again, it’s another fact he would rather not dwell on.

“What did you say to her?” he demands, to which his roommate shrugs and shares a knowing smile with you.

‘I think it’s about as good as it can get,’ Changbin writes, turning back to the blueprint. 

‘I’ll get to building it then,’ you write back and give him a quick hug as thanks before signing your goodbyes.

“You two sure got close,” Hyunjin notes as his friend closes the door behind you.

“She’s nice, so why not?” Changbin conjures a red pouch of berries from seemingly nowhere and starts munching on one. “They’re mine this time. Hands off.”

Hyunjin waves him off and spreads newspapers on the desk you have just vacated. “Anyway. I’m trying to figure out how Y/N is casting her spells. Want to help me?”

“Nope! She’s also going to constrict half of my tail and practice riding me, so I’ll find out sooner or later.”

“And I don’t suppose you’ll be telling me afterwards.”

“You’re so smart, Hyunjinie~” he coos mockingly.

“I’m telling your rider you’re cheating on him with another rider.”

“Oh, Chan already knows,” Changbin tells him. “He’s riding with her in case something goes wrong.”

“When did this happen?” the younger one wonders aloud.

“When you were busy avoiding your rider,” Changbin answers. “Not that I understand why. She’s so nice and pretty.”

“She’s not my--”

“Oh right, it’s cause you already have Hye Ji!”

“Seo Changbin!”

Hyunjin isn’t curious about what you can do about a broken tail like his. He isn’t! The only reason that he is hiding in one of the corners of the practice grounds is because he likes it there. Yeah, totally!

He sees you and Chan step back from Changbin as the dragon takes on his reptilian form.

‘Beautiful,’ he sees you sign towards the Death Fangs and get started fitting a contraption that will constrict the movement of the left half of his tail.

Chan helps you up and then gets on behind you himself, and your white necklace begins to glow as Changbin lifts up off the ground. Hyunjin frowns when Chan laughs upon figuring out your trick. Your lips are moving but not in a way the common spells would require them too. If you aren’t saying the spell words, what are you saying? 

Just then, your magic flickers a centimeter too far to one side, sending Changbin into a spinning spiral. Hastily, you pull on a string to release the constriction and increase your magic to steady the dragon. Chan helps, and a mix of blue and white ribbons of magic surrounds the three of you until Changbin is upright again.

During your increase in powers, Hyunjin can make out your chants. No, not chants, singing! How has he not noticed how you place a hand over your voice box to feel the vibrations as you ride? Rather than using different words for different spells, you use different frequencies! 

Chan has Changbin land with his arms around you much tighter than they were before the accident. Given the possible outcomes of what just happened, the tightness is warranted, but not in Hyunjin’s opinion.

‘I’m sorry,’ you sign once you have dismounted. 

‘No worries. It’s why we’re practicing,’ Chan assures. 

Of course the prefect knows how to sign too.

Changbin lets you reattach the constriction, and you are in the air again in no time with Chan right behind you. By the end of the session, you are able to maneuver Changbin through the easy course without any incidents. With satisfied nods, the three of you decide to make your way to the dining hall for dinner together while Chan bombards you with questions about your technique.

Hyunjin steps out of his hiding spot after you have left nothing but the memory of the white of your uniform behind. He doesn’t even realize how sore his legs have become from standing in the same spot for so long until he moves. Something about your riding is that enchanting that he forgets just how much time has passed. He wonders how you haven’t been able to find a single article about you yet.

“Hyunjin?”

“Hye Ji? What are you doing here?” He whips around to face the yellow dragon.

“Just out for a little air,” she replies with a sweet smile. “Want to fly with me?”

“I, uh, just finished training. I was just heading in for a shower,” Hyunjin lies.

“Come on, just a little bit?”

“I’m really tired, sorry,” Hyunjin tries, unconsciously moving the muscles that would hide his tail behind his back if he had one at the moment.

“Then I’ll carry you!” offers Hye Ji. “I tried it with my girl friends once. It’s really fun.”

“Your rider’s not here!”

The girl shrugs. “We can take the easy course. Come on, please?”

Before long, Hyunjin finds himself on top of the dragon fifty meters above the ground. 

“Hold on!”

She is right about one thing: this is really fun. Until they fly a little too close to a beam for his liking.

“Watch out!” Hyunjin yells. 

If he had been flying by himself, he would certainly not have been able to avoid it. Just then, he imagines you are sitting behind him, taking him from harm’s way as Hye Ji swoops naturally over the pole. Then suddenly, he is you. He is seeing the exact path you took not minutes ago with a broken tail swaying in the wind behind you. He looks to the side at how comfortable Hye Ji’s wings are without having to compensate for an imbalanced tail. 

He then closes his eyes and feels the wind blow effortlessly pass him. It’s a nostalgic feeling-- one he very much enjoyed years ago. He remembers flying without a care of where he is or where he’s going. He remembers flying without having to prove anything to himself or anyone. Most of all, he remembers flying with the laughter in his ears. Laughter from his--

His rider.

The thought jolts Hyunjin’s entirety. Being unaccustomed to riding, the motion jerks his body to the side of Hye Ji where he loses his footing and slips and begins an all to familiar journey to the ground. 

He chants the transformation spell to soften his landing with his wings.

“Beautiful,” Hye Ji breaths at Hyunjin’s deep purple scales. “I-I mean, I’m sorry about dropping you!”

The male shakes off the dust and returns to human form before she can see his tail, especially after she has just witnessed him face planting into the floor. Again.

“It was my fault,” Hyunjin says with a shake of his head. “I think it’s time I go back for that shower.”

“Wait! Don’t you want a ride? The dorms are very far from here,” she offers.

“No thanks. I’ll walk back.”

“I said I’m sorry!”

Hyunjin turns around to give her a small smile. “Don’t worry. It wasn’t you; I just have a few things to sort out myself.”

“I think I’m in love.”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at his roommate who’s sprawled across his bed. “Just from one ride?”

“She’s just… that amazing, you know?” he sighs exasperatedly.

“You’ve fallen one too many times today, haven’t you?”

Changbin sits up. “I’m just kidding, you know.”

“Good. You had me really worried there for a second,” Hyunjin chuckles with a shake of his head and turns back to his math homework.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to play Chan dirty like that.”

Hyunjin looks up at his friend. “What about Chan?”

“S-M-I-T-T-E-N. She’s going to be in a lotta trouble with his fangirls. You know, since he’s head prefect and all.”

“He’s known her for one day,” Hyunjin objects with the shake of his head.

“At least he doesn’t avoid her like the plague.”

“I’m not trying to cozy up to that rider.”

“YOUR rider.”

“She’s not my--”

“Seriously, Hyunjin?” Changbin snaps. “How long are you going to go about that idea? You realize that riders get graded on how well they control their dragons, right? You might not care about not graduating or whatever, but have you thought about them? Do you know how many riders quit this school because they’ve been paired with you and your attitude? Do you realize how many of their hopes and dreams you’ve ruined?”

“I--”

“Yeah, sure your future isn’t what you want it to be because of your tail, and I’m guessing it’s some rider’s fault, but don’t you see that you’re doing the same thing to other people?”

“So what if I’m projecting my pain onto them?” Hyunjin retorts. “I’m a selfish, vengeful, futureless dragon. Maybe I should drop out myself to spare some rider from a poor, unfortunate fate of flying a half-tailed lizard!”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“You’re right, it’s not. You just want to protect your rider’s little girlfriend because she’s strong and pretty and bribes you with berries.”

“No, I want to protect you, Hyunjin,” Changbin states plainly. “Y/N is unlike any rider I’ve ever seen before, and I really think she can help you feel like who you were before. Just give her a chance.”

Hyunjin opens his mouth but is unable to find a counter reply. Changbin sighs and ruffles the younger dragon’s hair before heading to bed.

~ ad.gold

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Some warnings: Implied violence then some magical violence. Just covering my bases.

This chapter is long and it gets weird. Continuing on with a very slow burn. I hope you are all still enjoying this fic. Comments ❤️❤️ and reblogging all encouraged and appreciated. Please don’t pass this off as your own writing. I’ll find out and laugh at you.

Small Time Witch (5)

When you got back to the compound Steve’s phone rang. He walked several feet away from you to speak to whomever was on the other end. When he came back he looked flustered. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah. I’m actually going to have to run. I had a lot of fun with you today. I’d like to do it again. Maybe without stabbing?”

Before you had a chance to answer he kissed you on the cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You felt like he rushed out of there really quick and that made you nervous. You walked back towards the building from the garage and tried to call Loki. No answer. You tried Wanda but the call kept dropping. No texts from either of them. You pressed then elevator button several times. It was taking forever. You decided to take the stairs. All of the hair on the back of your neck stood up. You looked around and saw nothing. When you opened the door to the stairwell something (or someone) clocked you hard on the back of the head. You blacked out.

STEVE

Steve hated everything that was about to happen. He got the call on the way into the building that he needed to leave you there. It was time. Two masked agents would be waiting for you in the stairwell. They would blindfold you and take you to a small dark room. There, you would remain bound and blindfolded while someone would repeatedly ask you about sensitive information while you were being “tortured”. No one was going to physicality hurt you. Loki would use his methods to trick your mind into thinking you were being hurt. All SHIELD agents with high level security clearance went through this training.

Everyone was waiting in the upstairs viewing area. Steve sat down with a huff and prepared to watch. “You said this was to test her endurance under pressure. This is torture. For the record I hate this.” he said to Loki.

“Duly noted, Captain. I’ll have an ear piece and Dr. Banner will be able to monitor her vital signs. This is ultimately for her safety.”

“It’s cruel.”

“As a habit I do not deal in cruelty. I will keep her as safe as possible. I assure you no physical harm will come to her.” Loki felt guilty. He’s never experienced the emotion before but now, with a pit in his stomach, he had to betray your trust.

Nat tried reassuring Steve the best she could, “Look, Steve, we’ve all been through the real thing at some point in our careers. No one likes this. Better that she experience it now so she knows what she’s up against.”

He wasn’t convinced. Bucky sat next to him and patted his thigh. “She’s tough. She whooped your ass earlier. She can handle this.”

“How can you of all people believe that?”

“Because I have to or else I couldn’t bare it. If things get too dicey we’ll stop it ok?”

The room they were in was sound proof. They had mics to be able to hear you. It was all two way glass so, even if your blindfold came off, you wouldn’t know they were there. The agents brought you in. You were awake and fighting hard. They were instructed not to hit you or fight back but to secure you. They both looked extremely frustrated. One of them had a cut above his eye. They tossed you in the chair and slammed the door. When they went in the room with the rest of the team everyone stared.

“What the hell happened?” Steve asked

“She threw an elbow, sir. She almost got away. Had to taze her.”

Steve bounded across the room pinning the agent to the wall, “You were told not to hurt her.”

“Yes, sir. We were also told not to let her get away. We didn’t want to hit her again.” His nostrils flared and the back of his neck was red a splotchy. Nat put her hands on his shoulders and directed him away.

“Good job, guys. You can go.” They couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

“See? She did exactly what I taught her. She’s going to be ok.” He shook his head and went back to his seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

They removed your gag but kept the canvas hood on your head. You struggled against the bindings trying to free your hands. They bit at your wrists. You called out demanding to speak to someone in charge.

Sam laughed, “Damn. Is she asking to see the manager?” Mostly everyone laughed. Steve’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t understand how anyone could make jokes right now.

“She’s remembering her one day of training so shut the fuck up, Sam.”

“Sorry, Cap.”

“Does anyone else feel disgusted that we’re having a public viewing of our colleague being tortured?” No one would look at him.

Bucky was the only one who was quiet. He was remembering himself in this very situation. He knew your mind was racing which is why you couldn’t magick your way out of this. If he could only get you to calm down. That’s when he saw Wanda pressing her face to the glass. She looked distraught. He went to sit next to her. Neither of them spoke for several seconds. They held hands and wallowed in their shared trauma. “She’s screaming for me, Bucky. I can hear her.” She wiped a few tears from her eyes, “She’s so scared.”

“You can’t tell her what’s happening? Can’t she hear you?”

“Loki put up a barrier. She’s alone.”

“How can he do this to her?” Bucky was furious with Loki.

“He is doing as he was ordered. You know what that’s like.”

“Ordered by who?!” he said in a harsh whisper.

“Director Fury. The Security Council. They won’t give her clearance for this or any future missions unless she undergoes the same training as any other agent. It was Loki who convinced them to do it this way. He takes no pleasure in this.”

“Then why did he agree?”

“Because if he didn’t do it SHIELD would have. She would be in the middle of nowhere being tortured for real.” Bucky was seething. Surely Steve didn’t know any of this. He went to tell him when you let out a blood curdling scream.

Everyone was silent. All that could be heard was Wanda sobbing. Nat tried to comfort her to no avail. The interrogator asked you another question. You played dumb. You screamed again.

“I hope Loki is enjoying himself.” Steve grumbled

“He’s not. How dare you say that?! This is hurting him too.” Wanda was pushing against Steve. Her eyes glowed red. He couldn’t think of anything else to do so he hugged her.

“Nat, call down to the booth. Tell them stop. Tell them now.” She grabbed the receiver to call the booth when the line went dead. “It’s dead. Somethings wrong. I’m going down there.”

Bucky was already out of the door running to where you were.

The whole place was plunged into darkness. Wanda smiled knowing that you were fighting back. A brilliant white light emitted from the room. You were floating above the chair with your hands out. You lifted the interrogator from the ground and flung him against the wall knocking him unconscious. Steve and Wanda ran down the ramp leading to the booth to stop you. Loki was already in the room.

“Y/N! Stop this! Listen to my voice. You are safe.” You lifted your hand again slamming the door behind him. The two way mirror shattered. All of the shards of glass were pointed at Loki.

“Y/N! Please. I’m not going to hurt you.” Wanda was behind him now and tried to use her magic to subdue you. You whipped your head in her direction and pointed a shard at her throat.

“We will not be trifled with any longer.” Your voice was calm and steady. Behind it echoed many more voices. “We are the daughters of the moon. Daughters of Diana. Daughters of Hekate. You seek our power. You will receive it in abundance.”

“Enough!” Loki shouted, “I know you can hear me, Y/N. Fight this.”

“Loki?” you whimpered.

“Yes, pet. I’m here. Please. You’re safe now.” The glass dropped to the floor and so did you.

He was at your side at once brushing your hair from your eyes whispering your name. Begging you to wake up. His eyes were wide. He looked at Wanda pleading, “What have I done? What have I done?”

“Bruce! Someone get Bruce! We need help.” Bruce rushed in and instructed Loki to put you on a gurney. They rushed you into a room and started examining you. He and Tony hooked you up to electrodes to measure your brain waves and monitor your heart.

“Tony I can’t find anything medically that would be causing her to be unconscious. But look at her brain waves.” There were several lines spiking indicating that there was more than one brain essentially.

“I’ll call Strange.” Tony went pale when he looked at the monitor.

Loki and Wanda refused to leave your bedside. Steve paced the hall outside of your room. Fury walked in looking actually worried for once. “How is she?” he asked Nat. Before she could answer Bucky was lunging for him. Fury regarded him unfazed. “You wanna take your hands off me, Sergeant?” Steve pulled him away.

“Come on, Buck.”

“She didn’t deserve this.” He walked away to get some air.

“Is this how you do it? You pit them against each other under the guise of ‘security’ so you can break them down? Are you so afraid of someone else having power...” Fury raised his voice to interrupt Steve.

“Yes, Captain Rogers, I am. I am especially afraid of the one in the bed who is basically a nuclear bomb. I’m afraid of her teaming up with the other one to become a formidable force. If a demigod joins them they become unstoppable. It is my job to squash that before Loki gets the bright idea to take over the world again. Those two can be more powerful than the entire Chitauri army of they wanted to be.”

“She’s just a kid, Nick.”

“A kid with a lot of power.”

“Yep. And we just pissed her off.”

Wanda was asleep on the couch in your room. Thor patted Loki on the shoulder, “Brother, why don’t you rest? I’ll stand watch for a while.” Loki didn’t take his attention away from you.

“I’m not leaving her. What if she wakes up and I’m not here?”

“Loki? What’s come over you? I’ve never seen you worry over someone like this.”

A smile ghosted over his face, “Only over you, Brother.”

“Is this love or guilt?”

“Perhaps a little of both. No matter. She has feelings for the soldier. And, when she wakes up and realizes what I’ve done, I’m sure she’ll hate me.”

Thor’s brow furrowed, “Tell her the truth. She’ll understand your position.”

“I should have crushed their skulls. That should have been my position. I’ve hurt her. Who can blame her if she never wants to see me again?”

Thor returned to the common room where the rest of the team was sitting.

“Any change?” Sam asked

“No. I’ve never seen Loki like this.”

“Like what? Remorseful?” added Tony

“This is on all of us, Tony. We should have put a stop to it. We watched it happen. Given Loki’s criminal status with SHIELD he wasn’t really left with a choice. He did what he thought was right.” Steve scolded

They all looked up when they heard faint footsteps. “Were you defending me, Captain?” he didn’t give Steve a chance answer, “The wizard’s here.”

They all went into your room where Doctor Stephen Strange was ruminating over your chart. Dr. Cho was already there talking to him. “Dr. Banner join us won’t you?” Strange adjusted hung your films from your MRI. “What were the results of her CT?”

“Her brain was functioning at an extreme rate mostly around the hippocampus.”

“That’s her memory center” Bruce explained to Wanda who was still sitting vigil by your bedside.

“Well team medically, with the exception of the heightened brain activity, she’s healthy. Magically speaking, it looks like the spell she cast had a built in safety feature.”

“Can you fix her?”

“I can. I need everyone out. Not you.” He pointed at Wanda, “You stay.”

“I’m not leaving.” Loki said sternly

“You’ve done enough. Bye.” He waved his hand and Loki went flying through a portal into the next room. Strange waved his hand, “Let’s have some privacy. This should keep out the riff raff.”

“Can you fix her?” Wanda was hopeful

“Oh yeah” he waved a hand over you “She’s good.”

“That easy?”

“Yes. You know you could have done this?”

“I wouldn’t know how or where to even begin.”

“Yes, you do. I know you know that you are more powerful even than me. You are so afraid of disappointing those fools out there. You shouldn’t be.”

“They are my family.”

“Your family fears you so you think you have to muzzle yourself. You don’t.”

You opened your eyes and sucked in your breath, “Where am I?!”

“There she is. Y/N it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Stephen Strange. You gave them quite the scare.”

“Loki! Is he ok?”

“He’s fine. He’s the one who put you here.”

“I need to see him.” You started pulling out wires and ripping off electrodes.

“Honey let me go find him. You need to stay in bed.” Wanda was trying to stop you.

“The newest Avenger. How does that feel?”

“I’m not an Avenger. I’m helping out. I work for SHIELD.”

“Either way you’re backing the wrong team. I know what the Kale’s did to your coven. If you ever want real answers here’s where you find me.” He handed you a card with an address on it embossed in gold. He winked at you and excused himself when Loki appeared in the doorway.

“Wizard” “Sabrina” Loki cocked an eyebrow but Strange kept walking.

“Darling. Are you ok? I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You knew of only one other time that Loki looked this wrecked and that’s when his mother was killed. Poor guy.

“You didn’t. I mean not really. The spell has a fail safe. Only meant to scare my attacker.” He sighed with relief.

“Are you very angry with me?”

“No. I couldn’t hear your thoughts but I could feel you. I knew you were there.”

“So you knew I was hurting you.”

You put your hands on the sides of his face, “I thought you were trying to protect me.” You stared at each other for a moment. His heart was racing. He placed his hands over yours. You brushed an errant hair out of his eyes. “Darling I...”

Steve burst in the room wrapping you in a hug, “I’m so sorry I left you. Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Loki stood watching what was unfolding. You looked back at him. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. He left the room to give you and Steve a minute.

“Steve. Shhh. I’m ok. I swear.” For reasons neither of you could explain he grabbed your face and crashed his lips into yours. Your eyes went wide then you acquiesced. Your tongue massaged his. He leaned his weight into you. When he broke the kiss he said quietly, “I’m staying with you tonight.”

“You really don’t need to. Loki will be there. I’m ok. I promise. I’m much stronger than I look.”

“I would feel better:”

LOKI

Loki sat alone on the big fluffy couch in the common room. He toyed with the frayed edge of a throw pillow. It was silent but he could hear your heartbeat quicken. Your breath catching in your chest. Your racing thoughts. He felt your butterflies when Steve came into the room. You liked Steve. He supposed the captain was a decent enough guy. That didn’t mean he had to like him.

For a moment when you were touching his face he felt something. He wasn’t sure if the feelings were yours or his. It felt deeper than just a crush. The way you looked at him. Almost like you were committing his face to memory. Your eyes studied him. For a moment he felt seen.

Thor sat next to him and pulled him in for a very firm embrace. “Get off of me you oaf”

“You’re staying with me tonight. It’ll be fun. We’ll bunk together just like when we were children.”

“Do you still snore?”

“That depends. Do you still talk in your sleep.”

“I wasn’t talking in my sleep. I was whispering spells to silence you.”

Thor smiled, “I hope you remember them.”

[cayde-6]

I wrote another thing.

(Warnings: Swearing, bad grammar, also probably bad story telling but I try my best.)

"Lord Shaxx come quick, it's Atlas!" Comes the shout of a panicked Warlock

Shaxx's head snaps to look at him and quickly moves towards them.

"There's no time to explain, you're needed urgently." The Warlock says while moving away from Shaxx.

The two Guardians take a fast travel zone to the ground floor and they make their way through a few hallways until they come to a large room. In there are two Hunters and a Titan backed up into a corner with a Ward of Dawn around them, Atlas is slamming into the bubble with his Hammer of Sol that's flaming.

"Fuck." Is all Shaxx says before grabbing Atlas and putting him into a hold.

Light wraps the two Titans while blinding everyone else in the process.

Shaxx can feel the icy grip of Darkness trying to take over the situation so he tries to shove it back but is having issues. "Atlas sweetie, please come back to me." Shaxx repeats this while fighting the Darkness.

After a few minutes Atlas drops his hammer and looks up at Shaxx. "I did it again, didn't I?" Comes the question full of sorrow.

"That's alright, you're still healing. I would say more but I need your help, the Darkness in you is fighting me and it's using your light to power itself." Shaxx replies

Atlas turns and hugs Shaxx then his light grows brighter. Together the two push the Darkness back with their combined light, which then fades. The Warlock, two Hunters and other Titan are still in the room.

"Who set him off!" Shaxx demands

"That would be those two Hunters, I tried to get them to stop but was almost hit by a blade." The Titan responds

Shaxx states at the two Hunters who shrink under his gaze despite him still having his helmet on. "Last time I checked it is against the rules to taunt a known mentally unstable Guardian to the point of them snapping. It's also against the rules to throw one of your blades at another Guardian when not in a combat zone." He says

The two Hunters flinch and look down at the floor.

"Titan, please explain to me what happened." Shaxx asks

"Atlas was hanging out here with other Hunters and myself, talking about the Guardian Games. Everyone was having a good time when these two, " He points at the two Hunters. "Decided to mock Titans and their intelligence, at first it was just the normal taunting but it got worse. Atlas asked them repeatedly to stop but the two just kept going, one of them made fun of someone named Chad and that's when Atlas snapped. The other Hunters dipped, not wanting the Vanguard to see them, probably trying to hide from the Hunter Vanguard spot. I quickly got the attention of this Warlock who was passing by then popped my Ward." The Titan responds then takes a deep breath as it took a lot from him to talk that much.

"Titan, Warlock, you two are free to go. I thank you for what you've done." Shaxx says

The two walk out then Shaxx turns his attention on the two Hunters.

"What the absolute fuck is wrong with you two, you both know damn well what happened to Atlas and Chad on the moon and yet you mock the dead. Cayde would have been so disappointed in you two. You then mock the survivor of a traumatic event to the point where he could have killed you two!" Shaxx yells

"It's not our fault he can't take a joke." One Hunter says

"Get out of my sight, go to Zavala or Ikora and tell them what you've done. If you fail to do so then I'll show you what the Crucible in the old times was for, and why I only have been beaten in combat by Ikora." Shaxx threatens

The two Hunters nod then quickly walk out of the room.

Shaxx picks Atlas up and carries him all the way to their apartment in the Tower. When inside Shaxx places Atlas on the bed, his heart breaks at the sight of his husband crying. He bends down and feels his gear disappear, he silently thanks his Ghost. He places his hands on the sides of Atlas's head and tries to wipe away his tears, while fighting back his own.

"I almost killed them," Atlas chokes out then starts shaking.

Shaxx doesn't know what to say because Atlas is right, if that other Titan wasn't there then Atlas would have killed the two Hunters. The Darkness would have snuffed out the two's light while Atlas slaughtered them with his own. He hugs Atlas close to him.

The two sit there for an hour until Atlas stops crying and now just shaking.

Shaxx lays them down and feels Atlas snuggle closer as if trying to use Shaxx as a barrier between himself and the world. Shaxx is okay with that as he would protect Atlas from what he can.

He kisses Atlas's head. "I love you." Shaxx says

Atlas doesn't reply so Shaxx lifts his head until Atlas's eyes meet his eyes. Shaxx kisses Atlas softly then when they break apart.

"I love you too," Atlas replies then kisses Shaxx again.

After breaking apart again, Atlas settles down and quickly falls asleep.

"Sleep well my love." Shaxx whispers then closes his eyes and joins his husband in sleep.

Unseen by the two sleeping Titans their Ghosts disappear from the room and go find Commander Zavala, they find him in his office.

"How's Atlas?" Zavala asks

"Him and Shaxx are currently asleep." Drachen, Atlas's Ghost tells him while Shaxx's Ghost nods.

Zavala closes his eyes for a second and sighs, he then opens them again. "I will get Arcite to watch over the Crucible matches. Drachen tell Faire what happened but make sure she doesn't wake them."

"She'll be angry at those Hunters." Drachen says

"Those Hunters are currently doing their punishment under Ikora's watchful eyes, tell Faire to go visit her Vanguard if she wants to hurt those Hunters because even she would be satisfied with their punishment." Zavala answers

The two Ghosts nod and leave the Commander to himself.

Zavala sits down in his chair and pulls out a Hunter's blade. "I wonder if you were still here would those Hunters acted like that?" He asks while running his thumb over the black Ace on the handle.

Zavala's Ghost materializes into view and the two sit in silence thinking about their dead friends, and about their two asleep in their apartment.

Zavala eventually puts the blade away then stands up and walks out of his office. "Let's go get some sleep Targe." He tells his Ghost

[thelordofdarkreunion]

Magnificent Scoundrels- Man Behind the Curtain

Here, we have the second to last story of the “governments meeting/Citadel” arc.  We finally find out who precisely attacked, any why they did it.  I hope you all liked it.  As always, I do not own any of these characters except Drake and his crew.  

“Pieces on a god’s chessboard are just that: pieces, and if you fail to perform adequately or refuse to play your part, you will be removed and another will fulfill your duty.”

Aboard the IMC Rhodes

The clean black deck rang with the thumps of two pairs of boot soles.  Two pairs of hands ran through their equipment, tightening straps and checking weapons one last time.  Two pairs of eyes scanned the massive Titan deck of the Rhodes.  The two Pilots stepped onto small, circular elevators.  M.R.V.N. robots waved cheerfully at them.  The elevators took them up to the scaffolding around their Titans, cockpits already standing open.  

Pilot Elizabeth Reiner stepped inside her Titan.  The M.R.V.N on the scaffolding flashed her a thumbs up.  With a quick reach back, she stored her carbine in a holster inside the cockpit.  Pilots controlled Titans, to be sure, but you never knew when you’d be forced to dismount.  

“Welcome back, Pilot,” came the A.I. voice of KK-9734.  

“Good to be back,” she replied with a grin from underneath her helmet.  She pressed a button, and the cockpit closed, sealing her inside.  A hologram lit up on the panel next to her.  

“Pilots, you are to deploy and provide fire and heavy armor support here.  There is no need to leave you Titans.  After your mission is complete, our shuttles will retrieve you.”  Standard mission briefing from the general.  Her comms crackled to life.  

“Milk run,” came the voice of her wingman, Pilot Kara Morse.  

“Pilot Morse is incorrect.  This is a Titan heavy armor and fire support mission, not a delivery of calcium hydroxide,” replied KK-9734.  Reiner snorted with laughter.  Many Pilots realized that their Titans were way too literal, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.  

“Very true, KK.  Very true.”  There was a slight thump as the two Titans were lowered into place.  The general’s voice sounded over the comms.  

“Stand by for Titanfall.” 

On the Citadel

“Go!” yelled Vir.  The squad in the next crater up took to their feet as one and started to fire at the machine gun emplacements inside the hotel.  Shepard vaulted the crater he was standing in and took off at a dead sprint for Vir’s crater.  An ATLAS mech fired a burst in his direction, but he ignored it as he slid forward and tumbled, hands over heels, into the safety of the crater.  He stood up and brushed dust off his armor.  

Medical crater, was his first thought.  This crater was less of a crater, and more of a large trench-like hole.  Lining the insides were dozens of wounded soldiers and the Turian, GA, and Valhallan medics working on them.  Nearby, a horribly battered human, his uniform unrecognizable and chest torn open, writhed and screamed on the ground as Kraiker, the Apocalypse’s medic, worked on him.  Two C-Sec officers stood anxiously over the pair.

“Is he going to be alright?” asked one of the C-Sec agents.  Kraiker didn’t even look up.

“He will be if you shut the fuck up and let me work,” he snapped.  “Shepard. Vir,” he said, still not looking up.  “If you want some of these cases to live, I suggest hurrying the hell up.  Chakwas, Katie, Krill, and whoever the hell is on the Enterprise are probably better than I am, and we can’t get to them unless we clear this area.”  Before either could say anything, there was a flicker behind them.  Cooper’s cloak turned off and he jumped into the trench just as a machine gun stitched a line of mass-propelled rounds above him.  Cooper shook his head and brushed off his helmet.  

“I heard, I heard,” he said, holding up a hand before either Vir or Shepard could say anything.  “I’m calling in my Titan.”  he spoke into his helmet for a moment.  “There we go.  Stand by for Titanfall.”  High above, three streaks of light shone at the edge of the Citadel’s artificial atmosphere.  Cooper looked up in confusion.  “Wait a minute.  There’s only supposed to be one…” he trailed off.  Another voice sounded, this time over the open comms system of the Scoundrels instead of Cooper’s private one.

“This is Commander Briggs,” said a human woman’s voice.  “You asked for armor support, so the IMC decided to reply.  Cooper, you guys are on the same side, so try not to kill each other.”  

“Tell that to them,” Cooper muttered to himself.  The three Titans, two IMC, one Militia, slammed into the ground with enough force to briefly shake it.  Glowing blue domed shields appeared around them, protecting them from all incoming fire.  Cooper activated his cloak, and with a vault, and quick sprint, launched himself at his Titan.  

BT-7274 caught Cooper in mid air, and gently placed him inside his cockpit.  The three Titan’s dome shields dissipated.  Immediately, they started firing on the enemy soldiers entrenched inside the hotel.  Massive cannon shells, 20mm armor piercing bullets, and rockets ripped through the hotel’s outer facade as the allied soldiers beneath the Titans advanced.  

The soldiers inside the hotel panicked at the appearance of the massive war machines.  The remaining ATLAS mechs that tried to stop them were swiftly obliterated as the allied soldiers reached the hotel.  The defenders ran from the outer walls to the back, hoping to get away from the assault… only to find themselves walking directly into the waiting fire of the ODSTs.  

Elsewhere on the Citadel

Drake spun rapidly, lashed out with his boot heel, and broke the ankle of a Cerberus trooper.  The other leg came around, and the errant soldier flew onto the Citadel’s pavement.  Drake snapped his feet together, perfectly timed to the beat of the music playing, of course, and shot the trooper through the head.  He turned once more, and shot another soldier down, the kinetic barriers of the enemy stopping the bullet, but not the plasma infusion that blew a hole in her chest.  

Rocket spun around, machine gun firing wildly.  A maniacal cackle iminated from his mouth as he gunned down Cerberus soldiers, their shields and armor giving way to horrifying amounts of bullets.  

Jack, a powerful human biotic and member of Sheaprd’s crew, snapped the neck of a charging enemy with nought but a thought and flash of blue energy.  She picked up another struggling trooper with a cocoon of biotic power, and threw him through the arches of a particularly ugly metal sculpture.  An Apocalypse armsman slid forward on his knees and threw out his arms.  

“Goal!” he screamed.  Jack smiled.  She liked these people.  They were crazy.  

Nearby, Maverick watched the insanity around her.  Yeah, she could be loose.  A little crazy, especially to Kril’s standards.  But this?  This was a bit too much.  Ramirez skated across a puddle of water, almost fell, and still managed to get his rifle up in time to kill an advancing Cerberus soldier.  

“Maverick!  You’re the only non-crazy one here!” he laughed.  

“Someone has to keep you guys in check,” she shot back.  Drake looked over from where he was repeatedly ramming a knife through the armor joints of a struggling Turian.  

“Well, to be fair, you’re a lot less crazy than everyone else, Ramirez,” he said.

“Hey!  I resent that!” he yelled back.  Ramiriez spun around, only to realize there were no enemies left.  How odd.  Drake turned and walked up to a set of double doors leading god-only-knew where and started to fiddle with the control panel as two of his armsmen kept watch.  He struggled for a moment, only for the panel to give him an electrical shock.  

“Ah!  Fuck me!” he swore as he shook his hand.  Rameirez cocked an eyebrow.  

“Well, usually I’d buy you dinner first, but sure.”  Drake’s neck snapped around so fast Maverick swore she could hear vertebrae pop.  

“I like this one!” Drake yelled jubilantly.  He fiddled with the control panel a bit more, before giving it a resounding kick.  “Dammit.  Stupid thing won’t let me in.”  He motioned to the demolition teams.  “Muelka!  Federer!  Blow it the fuck up!”  The two advanced with positively feral grins on their faces.  

“Aye, aye, Captain!”

Elsewhere on the Citadel

A set of heavy double doors guarded the way into the attackers’ last stronghold on the Citadel.  Apparently, the other landing forces had managed to do quite good for themselves, with a group of traitor C-Sec officers even coming up to Shepard and begging him to take them prisoner rather than face whatever Quill and Drake were doing.  A distant rumbling and pall of thick smoke rising into the air in Drake’s direction gave a good indication of precisely what they were fleeing.  All communications in Quill’s direction were completely shut down, which was rather ominous… for the opposition.  Shepard and Vir had faith that Quill could weasel his way out of whatever was going on over there.  

As for Shepard and Vir’s group, well…  No one was going to stop thousands of the best soldiers in the universe, backed up by three Titans and two living legends.  Simplicity itself.  

As for the door, there was a current argument between the members of Shepard’s ground squad, led by his first lieutenant Miranda Lawson and the Tempestus Scions and ODSTs.  Lawson, backed up by the Normady’s chief engineer, Tali'Zorah, wanted to hack the doors open, which would take a bit of time.  The Scions and ODSTs wanted to simply blow them open.  It was at the moment that the Scions started going for their weapons, disliking that Lawson and Shepard were working alongside “xenos scum,” that Vir decided to intervene.  

“Why don’t we all settle down, huh?  It doesn’t serve any purpose to kill each other, especially since we’ve been working together to take back the Citadel,” said Vir.  He turned towards the lead Scion.  “We’ve wasted enough time already.  Blow open the doors.”  The Scion nodded and gestured to a pair of his troopers carrying bombs.  

“You heard the man.  Blow it open.”  Vir turned to Shepard and Lawson.

“I know you want to preserve as much of the Citadel as possible, but we want to get to the bottom of this attack, and demolition is faster.  I can pay for any damages, if required.”  Shepard shook his head.

“I won’t have you paying for anything if I can palm off the charges to the Council,” he replied.  Vir grinned.

“Fair enough.”  He looked over to the doors, where the Scions had placed their charges.  A mixed group of Scions and ODSTs stood on both sides, guns at the ready.  

“Ready?” called the leader.

“Ready!” came the reply.

“Breach!”  The charges exploded inwards with a massive blast of heat, melting a huge hole in the doors.  Soldiers streamed in, checking corners and moving forward, ready to destroy their enemies.  Of which there were none.  

Vir and Shepard, backed up by a cadre of heavily armed troopers, stepped through the ragged hole in the door.

“Waste of perfectly good melta charges, if you ask me,” opinionated the Scion commander.  

“Move forward.  There has to be someone here,” replied Shepard.  Heavy boots thunked into the cold metal surface of the dimly lit space as the various allied soldiers spread throughout the building.  

“Contact!” someone shouted.  This was followed by a sudden blast of small arms fire from at least twelve different points, and a small explosion.

“I think you got ‘em,” said Vir dryly.  

“Yeah.  The grenade was a bit… overkill,” voiced Shepard as he looked over the unfortunate individual's remains, mostly consisting of bloody smears on the walls.  

“They’re in here!” called an ODST, gesturing to a large open room with several overhanging balconies.  The rest of the soldiers filed in, quickly killing the nine terrified-looking people inside.  

Above them all was a group of blue skinned aliens.  Asari.  The one in charge sneered at the entering soldiers.  

“Well, it looks as if you have come here to die, scum.  Our master was right about this,” she said.

“Master?” asked Shepard to no one in particular.  The Asari gave him a leering grin.  

“The Shadow Broker does not take kindly to your interference, Shepard, and once you’re dead, I’ll give your body to him.”

“Wait.  Why the hell would the Shadow Broker, and information dealer, want to attack the Citadel with every bloody government in existence here?  And why the hell are you, an Asari, working with Cerberus, a human supremacist group?” asked Shepard.  The Scions, Valhallans, marines, ODSTs, and Vir looked back and forth between the two, as if it were a tennis match.

“That’s for him to know, and you to find out!”  The Asari turned to one of the balconies.  “Kill them!”  A group of mercenaries stormed the balcony, and pointed their weapons at the allied forces down below.  Before they could fire, a flurry of shots rang out behind them, and they fell to the ground, stone dead.  

Quill, followed by a very shaken looking Captain Viter, along with their outflanking group, stepped out from behind them.  

“Yeah, well, sometimes it pays to not have a plan, ‘cause if you don’t know what you’re doing, then the enemy certainly can’t know what you’re doing!” said Quill.  He pointed his pistols at the group of Asari.  “Your move.”  

Every individual in the group readied their weapons and started to glow with a strange blue light.  

“Doesn’t matter.  You still have to kill us!” yelled the Shadow Broker’s minion.  However, before they could do anything, more shots rang out.  A group of the Asari fell dead.  Two more were picked up and developed in blue energy, and thrown into the ceiling where they expired with a series of sickly crunches.  The leader’s head was then promptly blown apart, to reveal Drake and his outflanking group.  

Drake twirled his pistol around a finger and blew non-existent smoke from its barrel.

“Well.  That was fun.  Now what?”  All of the different factions turned to look at each other.  

“I’m sure the Council would love to thank you all for saving their station,” said Shepard, with only the barest hints of sarcasm in his voice.  “Hell, they might even throw us a party.”

The Lair of the Shadow Broker

“You have failed me.”  The voice came again, swirling with infinite power.  It was ever-changing, made up of thousands of tongues, thousands of species, individuals, emotions, and languages at once.  The Shadow Broker cringed.  He was one of the most powerful individuals in the galaxy, but the voice brought him to his knees nevertheless.  The physical power he held as a yahg, a species that few knew about, was nothing here.  “You were supposed to destroy the Citadel, along with all of these pathetic mortals!  Instead, a group you did not plan for stopped me!”  All his planning, all the contacts he had in Cerberus, the Citadel, and various species’ militaries had failed.  

“My lord, perhaps if-”

“Silence!”  The Broker cringed again.  For six decades he had schemed and maneuvered behind the shadows.  He had destroyed the original Shadow Broker.  He was confident he could get out of this deal… if he wasn’t dealing with the God of Schemes.  

“My hold upon this reality is tenacious, at best.  My most powerful mortal agent has turned against me and been hidden from my sight.  This is why I turned to you.  But you failed.”  The voice projected a thousand emotions at once: anger, fear, sadness, melancholy, love.  The Broker furiously scratched at his head to dispel the wrongness of so many contradictory feelings at once.  “My power here is weak, yes,” continued the voice, “but not enough to do this!”  

The Shadow Broker screamed.  His body twisted in horrifying, reality-bending ways.  Arms morphed into tentacles, then back again.  His skin flashed through a million colors in the span of seconds, some he’d never seen before.   His eyes shot out of his body on stalks, and fell over his chest.  Skin shed.  Eyes fell out of eyes, and appeared throughout his body.  Bones twisted into horrifying spurs.  Blood transformed into a thousand different liquids at once.  Organs ripped themselves out of his chest, then re-arranged themselves.  His body twisted, turning inside-out, upside-down, then back again.  His massive maw widened further, to terrifying degrees, and teeth grew longer.  Organs mutated, bones contorted, limbs elongated, and internal tissues burst forth from his skin.  

The Shadow broker screamed.  And screamed.  The last thing to change was his sentience.  He went from an individual of ruthless cunning and massive intelligence to a gibbering, mindless, mutated and twisted husk.  Everything was taken from him, his immortal soul devoured by daemons.  

There he would remain, a twisted, soulless, mindless husk until he was found by his minions, who were promptly torn apart.  After half an hour, the thing that was once the Shadow Broker was finally put down by his own guards, erasing the sin of his existence. 

“Arhiman has gone from my sight.  The Shadow Broker is useless.  These… Scoundrels are an annoyance but present an… opportunity.  It matters not what has happened.  This is only the very first move of the Game.  I am Tzeentch, and you are all my pawns that move when I say so.”

[starryseung]

since you just wrote a jealous hyunjin fic, can you write a jealous jisung fic pls?

han jisung + smut

☾ 

word count: 1.1k words warnings; car sex, dom!han, orgasm denial, a pinch of angst, unprotected sex

Exes and Dates

Jisung huffed for the umpteenth time when he saw you hugging your friend one last time before bidding him goodbye. He watched the two of you exchange sweet smiles, your hands still held in the grasp of your high school friend, Kim Seungmin. Oh, how he despised that guy— who was your first real fling, who stole your first kiss, your first ‘I love you’— your first everything, basically. He hated how you still kept contact with him, after breaking up a couple years ago due to personal disagreements. But he was the happiest man in the world when you started dating him, and he promised you from day one, though your firsts were all done, your lasts would definitely be under his umbrella. 

And now, seeing you with him when you two were on a date, pissed him off. He even went as far as to tug you and ‘psst’ at you, but you simply ignored his attempts, continuing to chat with your ex. In front of your boyfriend. On a date. 

You didn’t know how in-deep-shit you were, until you finished your conversation and turned to Jisung, glaring at you like he was going to skin either you, or your friend alive. You gulp and walk towards him, eyes lowered to your now, sweaty palms. His gaze never falters, and once you reach him, you feel his hands entwine in yours, hauling you towards the nearest exit. You clutch Jisung’s hand tightly, mumbling a few apologies to the families you bumped into on the way to your car. He leaves your hand to unlock the car and hop in, and you do the same. 

The ride home is awkwardly silent. You could feel heat rising from Jisung, and you dared to switch the radio on. You could feel your skin crawling and blood curdling when Jisung merely stares at you when he parks the car in the driveway. You couldn’t look at him in the eyes; not when you fucked up so bad back at the mall. 

“I’m… sorr—”

“Do you realize how much you were irking me out there? How stupid I was feeling when my fucking girlfriend was out there talking to her ex! And not just at any time, on our fucking date!”

You winced at the tone he was using, but realized you did such a thing to rile him up as well. You think of trying to face him and apologize, but it’s too late, because Jisung holds at your chin to make you face him and crashes his lips onto yours. Unlike the usual giggly pecks or passionate kisses, this one was full of lust, desire; want.

He doesn’t even prep you, before you feel his tongue practically shoved into your mouth, the muscle pumping itself against your lips. His hand runs up your side, nestling in the crook of your neck, while the other fumbles with the zipper on his black skinny jeans. He bites at your bottom lip, pulling the flesh between his teeth and eliciting a moan from you. He pulls away to fold down his seat and moves over to the back and you follow suit. He resumes, pulling down his jeans and your sundress, licking his lips at the sight of you wearing nothing but your underwear. 

He reattaches his lips to yours, devouring the sweet taste of your strawberry chapstick. His hand reaches down to rub you through your panties, pressing the fabric against your throbbing heat. His fingers smoothly glide across your folds, thanks to the leaking pleasure from your core. You arch your back when he pushes the barrier to the side, shoving his fingers inside you. Your hands fly up to his hair, one tugging at the strands while the other scratches the leather seats beneath you. Your actions are halted when he holds your wrist with his free hand, placing them above your forehead.

“Do you deserve to touch me after all you’ve done baby?”

You shake your head slowly. You desperately wanted to touch Jisung, run your hands across his form, tug at his hair, dig your nails into his back until small red crescents form. But now that you were hostage, your mind was going haywire. Your vision went blurry, eyes filled with tears and mind dizzy. Jisung smirks down at you, resuming his actions. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, setting a slow pace.

His fingers speed up inside you, pumping against your walls harshly. Your vision goes blank as the roughness of his digits stroke against your walls, and the intensity is magnified infinitely once his thumb comes in contact with your clit, the skin rubbing against your bundle of nerves. You feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and just when you feel your release exit your body, Jisung’s hand moves away from you. 

You sigh heavily, biting down on your lip to suppress a whine. The pit in your stomach slowly and painfully dies down at the feeling of your denied orgasm. Not even a few moments after the emptiness takes over you, Jisung’s cock is pressed against your hole. Your open palms turn into fists when you feel him enter you slowly, his hot breath fanning against your neck simultaneously. When he’s completely in, he pulls out before slamming in up to the hilt, filling you up immediately. 

He doesn’t waste time in setting a slow tempo, driving into you repeatedly with fast and deep thrusts. Your vision blacks out, white spots appearing every now-and-then. Jisung grabs a hold of your ankles and plops your leg above his shoulder, the new angle hitting sweet spots in you which drove you insane. He thrusts onto your g-spot repeatedly, and the sensation only amplifies when his fingers reach down to your clit once again, drawing mad circles on the skin.

The sounds of the car squeaking and creaking around you subsided beneath your moans and Jisung’s grunts. Jisung’s thrusts get shallower and sloppier as his high nudges at him. 

“I’m— I’m cumming…”

After a few more thrusts Jisung pulls out of you, painting your stomach and chest white with his juices. Your orgasm approaches no sooner, and you spasm before you release your high. Jisung retires above you, panting from the recent sessions. 

The two of you stay like that for a few moments, before you hear Jisung hum against your skin, and he raises his head while patting softly at your shoulder. 

“Y/n? Let’s go home, babe.” 

You croon, smiling softly and giggling while scrunching your nose at the sticky and sweaty seats of the car.

“We’ll get ourselves and the car cleaned up.”

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a/n: My upload schedule is MESSED UP™ thanks to college (i’m sorry this is the last time i mention my college hahaha) Also, requests will be open soon! So look out for it hehe

[darklymelanatedstories]

Dysfunctional (ft Vegeta&Bulma)

Bulma~

I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, slowly sliding down the door till I hit the floor. Tears and blood streaming down my face.

I just hugged my knees and cried.

"BULMA!!"

"Bulma I'm sorry!"

His voice cracked as he cried out to me from the other side. I didn't want to see him. Not after what he's done to me.

"Bulma...please!"he pleaded. His fists hitting the door repeatedly. Each bang begging me to let him in.

"Go away!",I yelled in between my sobs. "I dont ever want to see you again, Vegeta!!"

How could he? After all I've done, all I've been through. I put up with him for all these years to end up here...like this. How could I be so stupid!? I know it was an accident by why wouldn't he listen to me?!

I screamed at the thoughts in my mind, the memories. Thats what I could do at the moment. It hurt my throat because of all the previous yelling and arguing but it felt...right.

I swore I'd never cry because of a man ever again, yet look at me now. My hair was a mess, my face dripping with my fluids, my blouse stained in blood while I'm sobbing in my old, destroyed lab.

"Bulma!?" His voiced snapped me out of my thoughts. His voice...I've always loved it.

"Woman!" There he goes again. Am I not worthy enough for the Great Vegeta to say my name anymore. Thinks he's so high and mighty, I wonder why he hasn't broken this door down already.

I just ignored him and crept back into my thoughts. Trying to escape all this. But all I could think of is everything that happened today.

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"Vegeta let go of him!",I yelled as I watched him pummel Yamcha. Every swing, every punch. He was barely clinging to life now. Everyone was gone. They all left when it started to rain. If only they had stayed. But I had to do something, I couldn't call anyone so I ran over and grabbed Vegetas arm, trying to pull him away from Yamcha.

He ignored me and kept punching him in the face.

"Vegeta!"I screamed in his ear. He turned to me, his eyes filled with pure rage.

"Woman, let go of me!"he shouted. "How could you allow this filth to put his lips on you!?"

I tried to answer but he cut me off. "You are my wife. MINE!! You are married to me. And I wont let my wife go around acting like a slut. Do you hear me!!"

A felt a pain in my chest. Did he just call me a slut? Me? Bulma Briefs?

"Hey, don't talk to her like that."Yamcha said in between pants. "You know she's not a slut so don't say she is. It was my fault I-"

Vegeta cut him off with a kicked in the ribs, which made Yamcha cough up more blood. I ran to his aid.

"Woman don't you dare!",Vegeta shouted. I ignored the annoying Saiyan and helped Yamcha up as I put his arm over my shoulder.

"Thanks Bulma.",Yamcha said. "But I'll be–look out!" I turned to see Vegetas hand coming toward Yamcha. Without thinking, I pushed him out of the way and took the hit.

It sent me flying until my face hit the wall. I stumbled on the ground. Blood dripping from my forehead. My muscles ached, screamed. To think this is only a tiny fraction of what Yamcha got.

"Bulma!!"they both shouted.

I got up balancing myself on the wall so I wouldn't fall.

"My Bulma!?,"Vegeta exclaimed in shock. "I'm so sorry."

I looked up at the moving figure heading towards me, my eyes kind of blurry from the hit in the face. As soon as my vision cleared and I saw Vegeta, I felt a rush of adrenaline and bolted.

Vegeta followed me, calling my name as he tried to reach me. The rain got heavier, the sharp drops hitting my sore body made we want to stop but the wet footsteps behind me motivated me to keep moving. I kept running, not because I was terrified but because I was sad and angry. I really didn't want to see him. I ran to my old lab and locked the door, putting together what just happened.

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Vegeta~

"Bulma!!",I cried. I shouldn't have hit her. I should've listened but dammit Yamcha! Why'd you have to put your hands on my wife in the first place. Worse, in front of me. He knew I was watching...that bastard.

I kept banging on the door, cautious not to break it because I knew Bulma was on the other side. I didn't want to hurt her, not again.

I can't believe it. The way she was running from me, I never thought Bulma would be afraid of me, of all people. She was fearless. She even hit a deity, twice.

I stopped and just sat down against the door, head up staring at dark sky as the rain hit my face. A single tear broke free from the barrier, sliding down my cheek. Blending with the rain.

"Grr, snap out of it.",I said to myself trying to hold in more tears that threatened to break free. "You're of Saiyan Royalty, Vegeta."

I got up and went to look for another way to get in. I found a window on the opposite side of the lab. I looked inside to find Bulma crying by the door. Seeing her cry was unbearable, especially if it was because of me. Her husband, her prince, the one who's supposed to protect her, be there for her.

I couldn't take it anymore. I shattered the glass and jumped through the window, some sharp pieces cutting me and ripping my clothes but I didn't care. I just wanted my Bulma.

She jumped, obviously shocked to see me. I slowly approached her, she didn't show fear, she didn't even try to run, she just stood there. Strong and fearless like the queen she is.

She was about to speak but i just placed my finger on her lips. Her pink lips were covered in blood but it didn't stop me from wanting to kiss them.

I took my gloves off and pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her. My hand feeling her soft blue hair while the other kept her close.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."I said while my voice cracked saying every word. "Please forgive me. I'll never hurt you again. I hate myself for what I did to you." A tear slid down my cheek and landed on her shoulder.

I felt her arms wrap around me and we stayed embraced with another for what felt like the first time in forever. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"Wow I never thought I'd see the Great Vegeta cry.",she teased. I just chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Well, you do make me do crazy things.

"Even crazier than your crazy Saiyan pride?"she asked as she laid her pretty head on my chest. I sighed. "Please, don't go there."

She lifted her head and looked me in the eye. "Why not? Afraid I'll hurt your pride?" My brows furrowed in anger. "The only one that hurt my greatest pride, was me.",I growled. "I hurt you Bulma. My greatest pride."

She let go and took a few steps back. I realised what I said and turned my face away from her shocked gaze. I felt my face heating up, I just clenched my fists hoping my face wouldn't show how flustered I was.

"Grr, why did I say that? So embarassing."

"Vegeta.",She caught me off guard when she wrapped her arms around me. I was kind of glad but I still wish I didn't say that. Tears streamed down her face. I placed my hand on her cheek and wiped a tear away with my thumb.

"Bulma, please don't cry. Not again." She placed her hand on mine and smiled. "Not even tears of joy?"she asked. "Not even."I chuckled. "If another tear falls from your beautiful eyes, then I have failed as your husband, your protector, your prince."

"I like this new Vegeta."she said. "He's open and sensitive."

"Hey!"I exclaimed, slightly offended. "I'm not sensitive."

"No but your ego is."

"Woman–",I paused. "Bulma don't start."I mumbled, trying to be calm. Though Bulma was enjoying this. She laughed, her sweet laugh, heaven knows how much I loved to see her laugh.

"Bulma, I know I can be a bit much but thank you for never giving up on me.",I said. "Not like you'll found anyone like me though."

"Ha ha."she said in a sarcastic tone. "I love you Vegeta." Usually when she said it I'd mumble it back or say it in a lower tone. I've never really liked saying it but she should know I mean it when I say,

"I love you too, my Bulma."

She cupped my face with her hands and pressed her soft lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and gave into the kiss.

~ WARNING : some things

Her tongue licked my bottom lip begging for entry, which I obviously didn't refuse. She pulled me in closer, our tongues pressed together as her sweet tongue explored.

She was in full control. She pushed me against the wall as I took hold of her round, firm ass. A sweet moan left her mouth and I couldn't resist. I had to take over. I pinned her to the ground, her hands placed over her head held tight by one of mine.

"Hmp, so all this time you were just sexually frustrated."I teased.

"I could say the same about you."she said as she got one of her arms free from my grip and slowly slid her finger up my aroused, member.

I slid my free hand down her shirt, slowly enjoying the feel of soft skin. Like I was feeling her for the first. She shivered at the touch of my cold hand.

"Bulma!! Are you Ok in there!?"

Dammit! Its that idiot Yamcha.

Bulma put her finger on her lip signalling me to be quiet. Hopefully he'll go away.

"I know you're in there. I can feel your energy Vegeta!"he yelled.

"Shxt."I whispered. Bulma put her soft hand on my cheek and gave me a devilish grin that gave me chills. That rarely happened. I dont know if it was the blood that painted her face beautifully or that kiss she gave me earlier that almost made me fall to my knees but something about her today aroused me, something different. I loved it.

"You can go Yamcha, I'll handle Vegeta."she said. I leaned over and started kissing her neck. Then slowly my tongue caressed her skin. I could never get enough of her taste. Delicious.

"You sure Bulma?"he asked. Will he leave already? I don't know how much more of this I can take.

"Yeah, I'm sure."she said holding in the moans. But one escaped and it triggered me to sink my teeth in. After this, Yamcha will see who she belongs to.

I dug my teeth in deeper as I pressed my pelvis against hers making her moan even more. I couldn't help but smirk, she always knew how get me going.

I stopped and had a quick lick at the wound before looking at her in the eye with pure love, lust and greed coursing through me.

"That'll leave a mark. You're mine. My Queen. My Bulma. Don't ever forget that.",I whispered. She flip me over and swiftly landed on top of me. I hated and loved the control she had on me. Her mere touch almost made me quiver.

She came closer and whispered in my ear. The sexy voice made in heaven.

"And you're my Prince."

Yes.

"My Saiyan God."

Yes.

"My Vegeta."

The one and only.

"Never forget that that you belong to me."

Oh I won't my love.

I gasped as she grazed her fingertips against my manhood. For the first time ever, I have succumb to my Queen.

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[ahatintimestorybook]

AHIT Coffee Shop AU- Magic Duel Chap. 2

Here it is! The battle between HK/Harriet and her mother Vanessa!

I'm glad you enjoyed this mini story from me! I have more planned in the future so stay tuned!! Most from other AU’s I’m following at the moment.

‘Coffee Shop’ AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings

It was 5:35 in the morning. It was too early for Harriet, but she had a battle to get to she needed to wake up early. She got up from bed changed into a her regular clothes, grabbed her umbrella, and a purple and yellow top hat. Before leaving she opened up the door to her dad’s room and gave him a smile. She didn’t want her dad to be watching the battle, as whatever happens she didn’t want to see her dad broken heart once again.

“Bye dad.” Harriet whispered closing the door slowly and left the apartment heading to the Subcon woods were her mother was waiting.

However, Luka wasn’t asleep. Once he heard the door close he got up and went over to awake his friends, MJ and Clover. “Wakey! Wakey!” Luka shouted waking up his friends. MJ and Clover groaned as they woke up.

“Could of you woken us up a little gentle?” MJ asked.

“Sorry.” Luka apologized. MJ sighed and got up along side Clover. “Listen, Harriet just left.”

“Left?” Clover asked. “W-without saying goodbye?”

Luka rubbed his arm. “S-she did say goodbye, but just left.” He explained. “I guess she didn’t want us to go during her battle, but,” He stopped to give a sigh. “I need to make sure she’s safe.” Clover and MJ looked at one another, and before sun rose and everyone in Subcon would see the Subcon Snatcher.

Harriet made it to the woods looking for her mother. She held her umbrella tightly in her hand hoping her mother didn’t use any sort of sneak attack on her. The young girl was a bit scared with how quiet Subcon Woods was despite its beauty and quietness.

“Well looks like you made it.” Harriet looked up to see her mother leaning against a tree towards the left. Vanessa smirked at her daughter and walked up to her. “I was wondering if your sweet father prevented you from coming.” She said in a mocking tone.

Harriet glared at her mother. “I went by myself.” She replied. “I.” She paused for a bit. “Didn’t tell dad I was leaving.”

Vanessa’s smiled widen. With how creepy a quiet the forest was with her mother around it looked evil, devilish even. “Perfect.” She said. Soon, Vanessa grabbed Harriet’s arm tightly and started to drag her to the deepest part of the woods.

“W-where are we going!” Harriet shouted. She struggled to let go from her mother’s grasp, but Vanessa held on to her grip tightly. “Let me go!” Harriet shouted once more trying to remove her mother’s grip, but Vanessa held on to her grip. Vanessa just dragged her daughter towards an empty clearing at the end of the woods.

Once they were there, Vanessa roughly let go of her daughter and threw her to the ground. Harriet slowly got up from the ground and saw the clearing of the woods. A giant circle at the end of the woods surrounded by trees, and the ground was nothing but dirt.

“Why are we here?” Harriet asked.

Vanessa chuckled. “Well we’re going to battle right, don’t want anyone to see us.” She explained.

Harriet shrugged. “Makes sense.” She mumbled. “So are there any rules or anything before we fight?” She asked.

Vanessa then went into laughter hearing what her daughter just asked. Harriet was confused over her ex-mother’s laughter. “Oh sweet little Hattie. Didn’t you know?” Vanessa asked in a sinister voice. “In magic there are no rules.” Soon her eyes turned red again as she said those words.

Harriet shivered backing away from her mother. In her head she kept saying to herself this was a bad idea to make a deal with an actual devil. A devil who was once her mother. A mother who should of loved her since the day she was born, but no had to reveal herself as a devil towards her and her father.

“Harriet!” Luka shouted.

Harriet turned around and looked to see her dad, MJ and Clover running towards her. “Dad?” She asked. Vanessa smirked and her hand started to glow a mixture of black and blue. Then ice came from her hand as she made a wall blocking her ex-husband and his friends away from Harriet and her.

“No!” Luka shouted. He went past two of his friends to the ice wall and tried to punch it, but the ice was solid despite the summer weather. Luka growled and kept punching the ice and calling out for his daughter. “Harriet! HARRIET!”

“DAD!” Harriet shouted through the other side. She too tried to punch her way out of her mother’s ice barrier, but no luck. “Let me out!” Harriet shouted, punching her way out of the ice with no luck. “Mom! Please let us out!” She screamed.

Vanessa laughed and put her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Now Hattie. I don’t want your dear sweet dad to interfere with our fight.” She explained in a mocking tone. Harriet turned to face her mother glaring at her. “After all what would happen if your magic hurt your father?” She asked. Harriet’s eyes widen as the thought of her father getting hurt because of her played repeatedly in her head. “Or worse.” Vanessa gasped. “What if you killed your father?” Harriet’s eyes widen as she loosen her grip on her umbrella.

Luka overheard everything his ex-wife was saying towards his daughter to make her breakdown and loose the fight. With a growl he punched the ice wall harder in hopes to snap Harriet out of what brainwashing Vanessa was trying to do. “HARRIET PRINCETON LISTEN TO ME!” Luka shouted. “DON’T LISTEN TO WHAT VANESSA IS TRYING TO TELL YOU! SHE’S DOING THAT IN ORDER TO PUT YOU DOWN!”

Harriet then snapped out of it and pointing her umbrella she shot a beam of light towards her mother who missed it hitting the ice wall. Despite how strong the attack was it didn’t break through the ice not even a crack. Harriet was breathing heavily as smoke started to rise from her umbrella.

Vanessa laughed as her hands gave off the blue and black aura ready to use more ice attacks. “Now that’s my girl.” She laughed. Vanessa then launched more ice towards her daughter who missed the attack by rolling away from it. Harriet then launched another umbrella beam attack towards her mom who blocked it with another ice shield.

Luka was still trying to break through the ice, but Vanessa made sure to make this wall hard rock solid so no one could break through. MJ and Clover tried to help break through the ice, but no luck. Clover then looked around for a way to get through the wall or break through it, as the guys were trying to break through.

Clover struggled to punch through the ice, and while she was some vines started to form below her, MJ and Luka.. “Come on. Come on.” She whispered as she struggled to punch through the ice.

Vanessa and Harriet’s fight was still going on. However, both were covered in scrapes and bruises from getting hit with each other’s attacks. Harriet was getting exhausted with the fight, and her mother wasn’t despite all the damage done to her.

“Give up?” Vanessa asked.

Harriet looked up at her mother and glared. “Never.” She replied back giving a growl. Vanessa smirked and released more ice surrounding her daughter. Harriet was able to break through the ice with her umbrella and launched one more attack towards her mom, which slammed her to the wall. “Yes!” She silently cheered.

Vanessa slowly got up and soon released a glowing red power that released chains on Harriet’s arms causing her to fall to the ground and drop her umbrella. Harriet struggled to let go from her mother’s chains, but she was chained up tight. Vanessa chuckled and walked closer and closer as ice formed next to her.

Harriet still struggled to break free from her mother’s chains but no luck. The young girl felt like she was going to loose the battle till she heard yelling from above. Harriet and Vanessa looked above to see MJ and Clover thrown inside the ice wall with Luka following behind.

“Dad! MJ! Clover!” Harriet beamed, happy her new family had to come to save her. Luka went over and pulled on the chains restraining his daughter off. Harriet smiled seeing her hand is free to move around again. MJ then went over to Harriet’s umbrella and handed it to her.

“Here you go kiddo.” MJ said.

“Thanks.” Harriet replied getting her umbrella back.

Luka glared facing his ex-wife. “Alright enough is enough Vanessa. This battle ends now!” Luka stated.

Vanessa glared. “Its not over till I SAY its over LUKA!” Vanessa shouted. Soon Vanessa launched ice towards Harriet and Luka who held each other in fear. Harriet had her umbrella out ready to shoot the ice if needed, but the ice didn’t hit them.

Luka opened his eyes and gasped seeing who got hit with the ice. “MJ! CLOVER! NO!” Luka yelled as the ice started to develop over his friend’s bodies. Harriet looked at the two new members of her family in horror as Vanessa was about to do the same thing to her daughter.

Harriet then looked at her necklace and glared and knew now was the best time to use it. Holding the necklace close time paused around her and rewind to a minute before the ice hit MJ and Clover. Once time started back up again Harriet used her umbrella to blow the ice away saving MJ and Clover’s life.

“W-what?” Vanessa asked confused wondering what just happened. Clover and MJ were also confused, to them they just felt the ice cover their bodies like life flashing before their eyes, but now they’ve been saved almost like Harriet knew she was going to launch their ice at them.

Soon Harriet used one more umbrella beam attack at her mom, which knocked her out. “Nice shot Harriet!” Clover cheered. She and Harriet gave each other a high five seeing her mother was defeated. Soon the ice melted, but Harriet used her umbrella to prevent her and her family from getting wet.

Luka smiled and hugged his little girl. “I’m so proud of you my princess!” He beamed.

“You are?” Harriet asked.

Luka nodded. “Always have. Always will.” Harriet smiled and hugged her dad tight. “Come on let’s head home and have some breakfast.”

Harriet felt her stomach rumbled and realized this entire fight she didn’t grab anything to eat. “I’ll make my special pancakes!” She beamed. As the family walked out of the woods to enjoy their summer together, Vanessa slowly got up and glared, her eyes permanently glowing red.

“You’ll never get away with this Luka.” She hissed.

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So I have headcanons for this AU mostly about how Time Pieces would work. (If your reading this @doodledrawsthings let me know if this was planned)

So I had this headcanon that Harriet has this destiny or has the power to learn time travel magic and uses a locket that she can use to rewind time if needed.

[juju-on-that-yeet]

Your Reality

Whumptober Day 21: I Don’t Feel So Well Prompt: Chronic Pain

Summary: Dark is having a bad night. What begins to bring him out of it is something he didn't expect.

Warnings: Scars, references to past injury

Read on AO3 (Full Whumptober 2020 series)

Enjoy!

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Dark is tired.

Not just tired; he’s been tired all day. His head is a storm cloud, his aura has been cracking like thunder and lightning all day long. Night has fallen, but his body still stands despite himself. He has tried to sleep, but it would not come. He can’t normally hear the souls trapped inside him, but the barrier is thin tonight. They scream at him as fiercely as they always have, as fiercely as they did when he was a new creation, rising from the floor of the manor like a monster from a swamp. There’s a bullethole in his chest that throbs with pain, there’s a hundred kinks in his spine that seize his whole back into a knot.

Dark is more than tired.

But it’s nothing new.

Wilford would understand, if he were lucid today. But he isn’t, he so rarely is these days. Dark knows they don’t age, but he can’t help but wonder if their bodies have remembered to stop getting older. If Wilford’s mind will ever stop fading and forgetting, if Dark’s body will stop creaking and rusting. Every hard night feels harder, every burst of pain hurts evermore.

Instead of returning to bed, which he knows will not work, he goes to his piano room. His aura snaps and cracks the whole while, terrible and loud. He has no more energy left to suppress it like he’s been doing all day. As he opens the door to his piano room, he turns his head to look around the room and his neck cracks as loudly as his aura. Pain rockets up his jaw, but he merely grimaces and continues forward.

As he approaches the piano, he catches sight of himself in the full-length grand mirror hanging on the wall. The thing is vintage; older even than Dark is, and every time Dark sees it he wonders why he keeps it. He certainly doesn’t like the look of himself now, hair a mess, face drawn with exhaustion, pale and gaunt like the corpse that he is. His silk pajama shirt is unbuttoned, revealing the gnarled, scarred-over dent in his chest, because even the soft fabric feels too constricting tonight. The mirror he’s looking into isn’t from the manor, but maybe what happened at the manor is why he can’t bring himself to be rid of it. Either way, he keeps walking.

He reaches the bench of his grand piano, pulls up the fallboard to expose the keys. The piano is huge, sleek, deep black and shining like ink in the moonlight peeking through the window. He sits down at the bench, runs a hand over the keys, not pressing down, just feeling. The music desk is already open on a book of symphonies, and Dark flips through the pages to find something suitable. This is his ritual, this is what brings him peace on nights like this, where the pain and the past threaten to devour him. His aura rumbles and the voices inside him do not go quiet as Dark searches for the piece he’s looking for.

Finally, he reaches Franz Schubert’s “Erlkönig,” arranged by Franz Liszt. It’s just the piece for a night like this, something angry and violent and sad to ring louder than his aura, louder than the voices, louder than his own pain.

Dark breathes in, though he hasn’t needed to breathe in a long time. He rolls his neck, lets it snap and pop. His aura simmers in anticipation, rumbling low like thunder. The voices are as loud as ever, but Dark does not mind their volume now. His fingers on the keys will meet it.

He begins to play.

It is loud, it is quick. One hand hovers, pressing on the same keys repeatedly, fast and intense. The other hand plays a repetitive chord, ringing and gloomy but just as frenetic. The music is more excited and energetic than Dark ever was today, but as his fingers fly on the keys, as the melancholy and suspenseful melody takes shape, the music begins to feed some of that life to Dark. The ringing and bellowing of his aura quiets beneath the notes, the voices in his mind are drowned out. Dark’s whole body moves with it, head nodding, hands forceful as they play yet never lingering a moment too long. It’s exhilarating, angry and sad all at once, even the lighter parts of the melody add up to the violent crescendo –

Dark’s hand slips, the next chord goes sour.

That wrong note is somehow the loudest sound Dark has heard tonight. It pierces right through the music, cuts through all the pumping energy and screeches the song to a halt. Dark’s aura and the voices within him rear up to fill the volume, as though jeering at him for the missed note. Dark’s blood boils, he alights with fire.

He has no control when he roars like an animal, standing from the piano and slamming the keys in a burst of rage. His aura overturns the piano bench and the thud it makes echoes throughout the room. Dark whirls and finds himself facing the grand mirror. He hardly recognizes himself – not that he ever did, not since that night, not since the source of his agony. He storms to the mirror, screams at his own reflection, at the hole in his chest. His aura rings, so high-pitched it hurts his own ears, and the mirror cracks wide as though wounded.

Dark stands before the mirror, shaking as the rage leeches out of him, leaving him spent. Thank god there’s an armchair not far from the mirror, intended for days when Dark feels like playing for someone else. Dark collapses into the chair, face in his hands, trying to regain control. His image is unclear, either blurry or over-sharpened, split apart and fractured like the mirror as his aura screeches. The voices within him are screaming like Dark just did. Dark trembles as the exertion of playing and its crushing failure catch up to him. He might just pass out here before he falls asleep. His body thrums with pain. His bullet wound pulses with agony like a heartbeat.

Through the splintering of his aura, he hears the door to the piano room creak open. He looks up, through his fingers, and sees Yandereplier there, looking on in a rumpled oversized t-shirt, sleep shorts, and messy hair. He shrinks back, not afraid of Dark, but afraid that he’s been caught. Dark looks away, hunches over again, face in his hands again. It does not matter to him if Yandere sees; he’s too exhausted to protest. And maybe a part of him doesn’t actually mind Yandere’s presence. Yandere doesn’t know everything going through Dark’s mind, but not even Wilford has ever cared for Dark so deeply. It’s not an indictment of Wilford to say so, rather, it’s a mark of Yandere’s powerful love for Dark.

Dark hears Yandere step into the room. He wonders how much Yandere’s seen of his night. Yandere doesn’t speak, not even when he approaches Dark, not even when he cups Dark’s head in his hands, holds it against his chest. Dark moves his own hands from his face to wrap around Yandere’s waist, and Yandere begins to stroke Dark’s hair. The buzzing screech of Dark’s aura doesn’t bother Yandere, nor does the splitting and cracking of his image. It’s though Dark is not a monster at all, but something human, something that can be loved, something that can receive that love.

After a while, Dark lets his tight grip on Yandere loosen. Yandere can leave if he wants; Dark will not keep him here all night. Yandere steps away, but he doesn’t leave. Dark watches him walk to the overturned piano bench, and with a huff of effort, push it back upright. He looks back at Dark, as though he expects Dark to stop him. Dark does not care to send Yandere away; he’s the one who began teaching Yandere how to play in the first place. When Dark does nothing, Yandere sits at the bench. He sets the book on the music desk aside; likely so it doesn’t distract him from the song he has in mind. Yandere takes a small breath, something he truly needs, unlike Dark.

Then he begins to play.

The song Yandere chooses isn’t one Dark recognizes; Yandere must have learned it on his own. It’s bright, cheerful, but slow and gentle. Yandere plays lightly, without Dark’s intensity and quick motion. Dark is a little surprised when Yandere starts to sing.

“Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you,” he sings, and one hand flits over the keys, creating a twinkling melody. “In my hand, is a pen that will write a poem of me and you…”

This song isn’t nearly as technically or emotionally complex as “Erlkönig,” but it’s charming, somehow. The bright tones and high-pitched, happy keys should be irritating to Dark right now, should be driving him mad in the state he’s in. But it isn’t. The simplicity is soothing, sweet. His own playing fought against his eternal pain with louder, deeper chaos, but Yandere’s choice of song is like raindrops pelting a fire. Dark’s pain is not any less, but it feels further away. The melody changes, a little more serious but no less bright.

“The ink flows down into a dark puddle,” Yandere sings, “Just move your hand – write the way into his heart!”

Dark finds himself leaving the armchair to walk to the piano bench and sit alongside Yandere. His aura is quiet, focused on Yandere’s music. The voices haven’t silenced, but they’re easier to ignore. Dark is still in pain, but he feels soothed. Yandere definitely notices him walk up and sit beside him, but he continues to play.

“But in this world of infinite choices, what will it take just to find that special day?”

Yandere takes a moment to give Dark a shy but happy smile. To Dark’s own surprise, he manages a soft smile back.

“What will it take just to find…” Yandere stops his fingers, uses the pause in the music to scoot a little closer to Dark. “…That special day?”  

Yandere continues to play the song, Dark begins to realize that it isn’t wholly happy after all. The tune is cheerful, but the lyrics Yandere sings suggest a quiet sadness. The song becomes bittersweet. Dark realizes he was wrong before; “Erlkönig” is not the right song for a night like this, when Dark’s pain gets the better of him. This one is. This soft, bright, bittersweet little song is. Dark would never have thought to play something so simplistic, but he’s glad Yandere chose it.

Dark thinks he’ll be able to return to bed when the song is over and actually sleep. He’ll ask Yandere to join him, and Yandere will likely accept, given how much he enjoys sleeping alongside Dark. It’s already too late for a full night’s sleep, but even a few hours is better than what Dark usually gets on nights like these.

The song plays out, and Dark smiles again, leaning against Yandere ever-so-slightly, just to feel his warmth.

Dark is tired, but in a better way than before.

[blu-joons]

BTS Reaction: You Make Them Cry Happy Tears

Jin:

“Happy birthday Seokjin,” you smiled, waving hello to your boyfriend on the other end of the FaceTime call. “Have you had a good day?”

“Not bad, it’s not the same without you though, I can’t believe this is the first year you’ll miss my birthday.” You smiled sympathetically, seeing the hurt in his eyes. You’d tried to plan around his birthday with work, but nothing seemed possible in order to go and see him. “Where are you off to anyway?” He asked.

You chuckled, your eyes flicking either side of you to check the numbers on the door. “I’ve just come out of a meeting,” you lied, “yeah, it was a really boring one too.” He lightly smirked, having begged you to be there for his birthday because work was too boring to be at anyway.

“Sorry.” Jin was disturbed by a knock at the door, quickly excusing himself. Meanwhile, you brought your hand back down to slide into your jean pocket. He opened the door, his phone falling to the floor as you smiled before him. “W-what?”

“You didn’t think I’d actually miss your birthday, did you?” Jin grabbed your hand, pulling you into his hotel room, lifting you up and spinning you around.

“I thought…what about work?” You chuckled, shutting him up with a kiss to the lips. The familiar taste of your strawberry gloss lingered on his lips, the realisation dawning that there you were wrapped in his arms. He tried to stop them, but hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

You wiped away quickly at his tears, his dazzling smile flashing. “You’re not supposed to cry; you’re supposed to be happy.”

“I am happy,” he informed you, “this is honestly the best birthday present I could have ever wished for.” You ran your hand down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt, lifting it slightly to reveal his abs.

“You know, your birthday isn’t over yet, if you’ve got time for one more present?”

Yoongi:

The two of you laid in bed, you reached down to hand Yoongi the present you’d hidden underneath the bed the night before. “Happy anniversary,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I know we said no presents, but I just wanted to do something nice.”

Yoongi smiled down at you, laughing as you hid your face with your hands. It wasn’t much, but you thought after spending so many years together you’d do something nice to celebrate. He tore the silver wrapping paper away, revealing the scrapbook you’d put together over the last couple of weeks whilst he was away.

“Wow,” he whispered, his hand running over the front cover, “did you make all this?” You nodded, watching on as he turned the first page.

The book was full of memories the two of you had shared, trinkets that Yoongi would never have thought of keeping, like the boarding pass from your first holiday together, a shell you collected on your third date at the beach, and the first ever postcard he sent you whilst on tour. As well as that you also got several photos printed of the two of you together, writing little messages throughout the book telling him how much you loved him and cared for him.

Closing the book, you finally looked at Yoongi. His eyes were brimming with tears, his hand shook lightly trying to hold back his sobs. “Yoongi, I’m sorry, I didn’t think this would make you cry,” you apologised, wiping away the few tears that fell.

“No, jagi, these are happy tears. You have no idea how touched I am you made this book, it’s the perfect reminder of how lucky I am to have you in my life.” You reached up, delicately placing your lips to his.

You reopened the book, Yoongi watching closely, “there’s still some blank pages for us to add a few more photos in.” Yoongi nodded, whilst you reached for your phone, opening the camera. “Smile!”

The flash of the camera made him jump as he realised what you’d done. “No!” He chuckled, “you can’t put a photo of me crying in the book.”

“You look adorable love, you know, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you cry. It’s a momentous occasion and I want to save it. And, I promise not to show the boys a photo of Min Yoongi crying.” He leaned down towards you, his gummy smile appearing, “we’ll keep it our little secret.”

“I can’t say no to that.”

Hoseok:

“Cut!” The director shouted once more, only infuriating the fire in Hoseok further. He’d been working on his music video for most of the day, continuously texting you about how bossy the director was. It hurt to know how upset he was getting, so you decided to book the afternoon off work and head down to decide him.

As soon as your eyes landed on Hobi you wanted to run to him, you could see how upset he was, running his hands through his hair.

“Anyone would think you didn’t want this done by today,” the director snarled directly at Hobi. He’d lost all fight in him to fight back, but you hadn’t.

“Excuse me,” you shouted, standing in front of his face, “you’re paid to be the director, maybe if you did your job a bit better people wouldn’t have to constantly retake because they didn’t know what they were doing.” Hobi came over and stood beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “We’ll be taking a break now.”

You led Hobi to one of the empty dressing rooms, sitting him down and grabbing him a bottle of water. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, a sign of his frustrations and tiredness.

“Hobi,” you whispered, running your hands comfortingly through his hair, “you don’t need to cry sweetie, it’s going to be fine.”

“It will be thanks to you, sunshine, I couldn’t withstand much more, but luckily here you were, looking after me like usual.”

You leaned across the table, resting your forehead on his, pecking the tip of his nose, “I will always be here to protect you Hobi, you don’t ever have to worry about that.”

“I know, you really are the best jagi.”

Namjoon:

The Parisian crowd sang back Idol word for word, Namjoon’s eyes scanned the arena, taking in the thousands of army bombs before him. It was one of his favourite things to do, see the smiling faces of all the fans in the arena. He walked down, checking out all of them in the front row, his eyes suddenly falling on a familiar face.

He froze, raising his glasses to sit on top of his face. You smiled back, lightly waving, blowing him a kiss. Once he had convinced himself you were really there, he collapsed to the floor, burying his head in between his knees. His chest rose and fell as the tears freely fell.

You chose not to tell him you’d be at the gig that night, much rather surprising him with your presence after nearly a month apart. You desperately wanted to jump over the barrier and give him a hug, but the security was too close to be able to.

Instead he jumped off the stage, sprinting to you, pulling you into his chest. “Joonie don’t cry babe, I’m here.” Knowing you were here was the best feeling in the world as his hands ran through the ends of your hair. “You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you, look at the thousands of fans.”

“They don’t matter,” he whispered into your ear, “only you. All I see right now is you.”

The members all watched on, Hobi too shedding a tear for his leader. He pulled away and laced his hand in with his own, squeezing it gently. “Jagiya, I’m so happy to see you, I’ve really missed you these past few days.”

“I’ve missed you too Namjoonie, that’s why I flew here, I just wanted to see your handsome face.” An embarrassed blush grew on his cheeks, hiding the tear stains from moments earlier. “Get back on the stage and kick ass, we’ll have a proper reunion later.” He nodded, doing as he was told. “I’ll be watching,” you smiled.

“Good.”

Jimin:

You guided Jimin round into the garden, your hands covering his eyes. You counted down from three, moving aside to reveal three of the most important people in his life. His mother, father, and younger brother.

Just a couple of days ago he’d mentioned in conversation how much he was missing them all, so you decided to fly them to your home, knowing just how much it would mean to them. You stood back with a smile as the family embraced, his parents were thrilled to see their son in good health, whilst he brother instantly decided to give Jimin a slap around the ear.

“How did you guys get here?” Jimin asked, glancing between the three of them.

“It was all Y/N.”

It was only when he spun around to look at you did you notice the tears that fell down his cheeks. He walked over to you; arms wide for you to walk into. “Thank you,” he repeatedly whispered, covering every inch of your face with a kiss. “I can’t believe you actually did this just for me.”

“I could see how much you missed them Jiminie, and they all missed you, it’s honestly no big deal.”

He shook his head, this was massive to him, it meant more than he could ever express with words. “You’ve no idea how much having my family here means to me, I feel like finally I have all my family back together again.”

“I can tell, by the tears streaming down your cheeks,” you teased, wiping them away for him. “Just enjoy having them here, for me.”

“Of course, I will.” He replied, sweetly kissing your lips. “Oh, and I wasn’t crying, I just had something in my eye.

“Yeah right, you just keep telling yourself that.”

Taehyung:

The door slammed, an obvious sign that Taehyung was home after what was bound to be yet another stressful day at the studio. The whole band were under immense pressure for comeback, but being Taehyung’s girlfriend, you felt the brunt of it. Despite your best attempts to try and look after him, he continued to work late into the night.

So, tonight you’d decided to take it upon yourself to make sure Tae took a couple of hours to look after himself. You’d set up an evening with all his favourites, food, movies, blankets, anything you could find.

You stood up to greet him, pulling him into you. “Hey,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Bad day?”

“The worst.” You sighed, intertwining your hands, guiding him into the living room. “I just can’t seem to get this melody no matter how hard I try, then the choreography is just hard and…woah!” His eyes took in the sight before him, completely astonished by the set up.

“Surprise,” you whispered, feeling him pull you into him. His head rested on top of yours, picking out each individual bit around the room. “I thought maybe we could just have a night to calm you down, remind you that you don’t always have to an idol, and it’s alright to be human.”

Taehyung didn’t reply, but you could feel a few damp tears falling on top of his head, listening to him sniffing a little to try and stop his tears. “Tae,” you whispered, placing your hand firmly on his chest, “what’s the matter, is there something wrong with it all?”

“No,” he quickly responded, “it’s the complete opposite, it’s absolutely perfect.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head, “you are honestly perfect. I’ve been terrible to you recently with all of this at work, and yet still you decide to be so kind and generous, looking after me when I’ve been nothing but a pain, you really have no idea how much all of this and you mean to me. Thank you so much.”

“You’re more than welcome Tae.”

Jungkook:

Watching the tired expressions of all the boys in their latest interview in America shattered your heart. Their schedules were insane, leaving limited time for sleep. Of course, your heart ached most for your Kookie. He was still so young; his life was overwhelming for him at the best of times.

As soon as he sat on the camera to you he forced a smile, assuring you that he was taking the best care of himself, but you knew otherwise, his eyes had lost their shine, they were running on empty with the rest of him.

Which is why just a day later you found yourself backstage at their gig in San Francisco. After an excruciating call with Big Hit, begging them to fly you out, they finally agreed and arranged all your transport to get to Jungkook. You waited patiently in the dressing room, your leg nervously bouncing until the door opened.

Namjoon was aware of your plan, making sure Jungkook was the first to enter the room. Instantly his eyes landed on you, but quickly to the table of food, then fell back on you, his orbs widened, convincing himself that it was in fact you stood before him.

“Kookie,” you chuckled, running up to him, holding his tired body in his arms. As soon as he felt your skin on his he collapsed, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“Y/N,” he whispered, squeezing you tighter. You struggled for breath as he refamiliarized himself with your touch, immediately feeling all the energy fill back into his body. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

He pulled away from you, staring at you with tearstained cheeks. “Oh baby,” you giggled, wiping away at his cheeks, “what are you crying for?”

“Because I’ve needed you, and now you’re here. And you took it upon yourself to come, and see me, and make me happy, I’m just really happy to see you.” Each word was broken by little sobs that escaped him, your heart pounding with love for the dark-haired boy before you.

You leaned forwards, pressing your lips to his, “I’m going to look after you Jungkook, and first things first, you need sleep.”

He didn’t need telling twice, guiding you to one of the sofas. “Cuddle,” he murmured into your ear, pulling you down on top of him. As soon as his eyes shut, he was out like a light, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Mm, love you jagi.”

“Love you more JK.”

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