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bamfkeeper · 5 months ago

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Kurt has a bad night, he asks if he can stay with you.

I have my own thoughts about his past, but a lot of comics and stuff have shown it to be pretty terrible. I wish they'd show it more. Because I'm a freak who lives on angst.

Warnings: Bad dreams, mentions of past abuse/mistreatment, overall sad vibes but with comfort for our boi. Unedited lmao. Gender neutral reader. <3

WC: 2.8k

You awoke to a soft rap at your door, the grogginess in your head heavy as you slowly sat up from your slumber. The room was still dim as the gentle moonlight filtered through the curtains. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes when the rap repeated, more insistent this time, urging you to rise.

With a sigh, you slipped out of the warm cocoon of your sheets, feeling the chill of the early morning air on your skin. The floor was icy cold under your bare feet as you padded towards the bedroom door, each step making you more aware of the lingering drowsiness that clung to you.

Upon opening the door, you were taken aback to see Kurt standing there, looking quite disheveled and out of sorts. His curly hair was an unruly mess, and his clothes were wrinkled, adding to his overall appearance of exhaustion. He seemed not just tired, but also profoundly sad, or perhaps disturbed in some inexplicable way. You could see the weight of some unspoken burden in his eyes. "Kurt? It's the middle of the night..." you began quietly, your voice tinged with concern as your eyes scanned his entire body, noting every detail that hinted at his distress.

"Ja...ja, I know," he whispered, his voice barely loud enough for you to hear. "Do you mind...if I stay with you tonight?" His question caught you off guard, and you blinked as the sleep faded slightly at his question. He must've had a terrible night if he was asking to stay in your room. You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to make him feel so desperate for comfort.

Kurt had been too nervous to sleep with you before, something about not being able to keep himself under control or...maybe it just made him nervous? You remembered the times he had hesitated at your door, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and fear. Despite his apprehensions, however, you were more than willing to compromise. You loved him deeply and cherished your relationship, and if he wanted to keep separate bedrooms, so be it.

You had always believed that love was about understanding and respecting each other's boundaries, and you were prepared to do just that for Kurt.

As you looked him over, you could see him shaking a bit. His hands trembled slightly, and his eyes darted around nervously. Was he nervous? He seemed really upset, almost like he was fighting back tears, and it made your chest ache with concern. "Of course you can...come on." You moved from the door and let him come in, which he quickly did, almost as if he couldn't wait to get inside.

He stepped into your room and looked around, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings with an air of desperation. His gaze lingered on the bed, as if it represented some form of comfort or solace he desperately needed at that moment.

"You can get in bed...if you want? Are you sure you're ready to sleep together?" you asked gently, your voice filled with concern and tenderness. You placed a comforting hand on his back, hoping to offer some reassurance in this vulnerable moment. However, you felt him flinch slightly under your touch, causing you to retract your hand quickly, worried that he might react poorly or feel uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," he responded quickly, almost as if on instinct. His voice was shaky and filled with uncertainty. "I...I didn't mean to..." he rasped out a quick apology, his words tumbling over each other in his haste to explain. He looked at you with wide eyes, like he were on the verge of panicking, his face a mix of fear and desperation. You could see the struggle within him, the conflict between wanting closeness and his fear of vulnerability. You felt a surge of empathy and wished there was something more you could do to ease his distress.

"Hey, hey... it's fine, Kurt..." you reassured him gently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "What happened... do you want to talk about it? I'm here for you, and you can tell me anything."

He looked uncertain, as if he didn't even know where to begin. His eyes were cast downward, staring at his hands while he absentmindedly fiddled with the fabric of his clothes. After a moment, he glanced up at you, his eyes searching for reassurance. "I... just want to lay down... bitte," he murmured softly, his voice almost a whisper. You could see the weariness in his expression and knew he needed some time to process whatever was troubling him.

You both managed to crawl into your bed, with him making himself right at home, curling up in the sheets and laying down. He curled up like a cat, his legs drawn up close to his body, and his tail wrapped around him as he nestled into a tight ball. The sight of him doing this was both endearing and concerning. You could tell that something was wrong, but you didn't want to push too hard for him to open up and tell you about it. Instead, you chose to give him some space, hoping that in time he would feel comfortable enough to share what was bothering him. You watched him for a moment, your concern growing.

You slipped in next to him, slowly and gently pulling the blankets over the two of you, wrapping you both in a comforting cocoon. He seemed so meek and vulnerable in that moment, which was quite unexpected and strange to see. He murmured an apology to you, his voice soft and filled with regret, looking up from his little spot. As he uncurled ever so slightly, you noticed the weariness in his eyes. "I have not had...the best of nights," he confessed, his words carrying weight you didn't like to hear.

"How so...?" you questioned gently, your voice soft and filled with concern, wanting to be patient, yet also eager to understand what was troubling him. You slowly scooted closer, trying to offer comfort through your presence, hoping that your proximity would provide some solace. Kurt sat up a little more, his posture shifting as he took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with a heavy sigh. His eyes seemed distant, as if he was searching for the right words to articulate his feelings, the weight of his emotions clearly visible on his face.

"I had a bad dream," he started, cringing to himself at how childish that sounded. He felt embarrassed telling you he had a nightmare, but he wanted to get it out so you understood. "It was when I was still living in Germany, at the circus."

"Oh," you replied gently. You honestly didn't know much about the time he spent there. You only knew of the performances and the random small things he'd mention, like the colorful costumes and the lively crowds, but none of it was ever bad. You had heard anecdotes of the tightrope walkers and the clowns, but never anything that seemed dark or troubling. So you weren't sure what caused the nightmare.

"What was the nightmare of...?" your voice softly broke the heavy silence, causing him to flinch slightly. His mind wandered back to the harrowing treatment he had endured at the hands of the owner. He recalled the brief, haunting flashes of the small, cold cage he was kept in, the suffocating confinement that gnawed at his spirit. He could almost feel the searing burn in his veins from the drugs he had been injected with to keep him quiet, the chemicals coursing through his body, numbing his senses. All the while, he remembered the crowds that stared at him, their eyes cold and unfeeling, regarding him as nothing more than a mere spectacle, just another animal to gawk at and forget.

He hated remembering. How he had been stripped of all humanity, treated like a creature not meant to be. Drugged and caged, it was utterly humiliating.

"I performed...but it was not all good things. After each of my performances, I was given a drug to keep me docile and weak, making it easier for them to control me. Once the show was over, I was kept in a cage where I spent most of my time when I wasn't performing in the big tent. There wasn't anything in the cage besides some sparse hay scattered on the floor, which didn't really do much..." he mumbled. "It was cold and hard, laying on the surface hurt my joints after so long. But...what could I do?"

You listened intently as Kurt began to describe the horrific conditions he was kept in, and your heart ached terribly with every word he spoke. "They didn't give me much to eat," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I felt sick a lot of the time. The owner wasn't nice at all... He treated me just like the animals. When I trained, he would use a whip on me, just like he did to them." Kurt's voice was filled with a quiet resignation as he continued to recount the harrowing experiences he had endured.

The pain and suffering he had gone through were evident in his every word, painting a vivid picture of the cruelty he had faced in your mind, making you want to cry for him. You imagined a younger Kurt, being forced to flip around until his feet hurt while an angry man lashed him bloody. It made you angry, your emotions burning you up inside, even if it was all in the past.

Kurt swallowed thickly, pausing for a few moments as he gathered his thoughts. "I just...my dream was about all that," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "I was there again, back in that horrid place. I felt the cold metal of the cage around me, trapping me, making me feel so small and powerless. They were giving me drugs to make me weak, I felt the substances sap my strength and will to move at all. Strangers were surrounding me, faceless figures poking and prodding me through the bars. They were trying to get a reaction from me, as if I were some kind of experiment, as if I couldn't think or speak for myself. It was as if they saw me as less than human, just a creature to be studied and tormented."

It was truly awful to listen to. Hearing the unvarnished truth about his upbringing was absolutely heartbreaking. You couldn't have imagined he had experienced such harrowing things, especially considering that the only things he ever mentioned prior to this were lighthearted and fun. He would occasionally showcase an acrobatic skill or share random knowledge about specific animals, most of which were used in the circus. His stories were always filled with a sense of wonder and excitement, he had a ways with words, the dear showman he was.

But Kurt had never mentioned anything remotely like this before. It was as if a curtain had been pulled back, revealing a world of pain and hardship that he had kept hidden. The contrast between his usual cheerful anecdotes and this sudden revelation was stark and deeply unsettling. It made you see him in a completely new light, amazed at the strength it must have taken for him to carry such a burden while still managing to bring joy to others.

From the little he mentioned, an onlooker might not think it’s that big of a deal, but you had to consider the fact that he endured these hardships almost his entire life. His upbringing, starting from infancy and continuing until the moment Xavier found him, was filled with severe mistreatment. He was beaten regularly, starved to the point of extreme malnutrition, drugged with substances that left him in a constant haze, and kept in captivity as if he were one of those beautiful but tragic animals in a zoo. This cycle of abuse and neglect shaped his entire existence, leaving deep emotional and physical scars that would take a lifetime to heal.

And he somehow still managed to see the good in the world. In everyone.

You could tell he was struggling to continue, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and exhaustion. Instead of pressing him with more questions that might overwhelm him, you just gently tugged him a little closer, offering silent support. "It's okay," you murmured softly, your voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "You are here now, somewhere safe. I'm here with you, I always will be." You wanted him to feel every bit of your sincerity. As you spoke, you pulled him to lay even closer, deciding that tonight was a good night to be the big spoon, wrapping him in your protective embrace. He needed you right now, and you were more than happy to provide him with the comfort and security he needed.

Kurt scooted closer, his tail wrapped securely around your leg and his face buried deeply into your chest. He loves you profoundly, cherishing not only your presence but also how you allowed him to share something so deeply personal without any judgment or excessive questions. He didn't feel like explaining or answering questions at that moment. He just... needed your comfort, your warmth, and the unspoken understanding that you would be there for him no matter what. Your silent support made him feel safe and accepted, his eyes burned with tears that threatened to pour out, he tried so hard to hold it in.

You could feel his body shake more intensely as he laid there with you, his shoulders racked with silent crying, and you couldn't stand to see him in such pain. The sight of his sorrow broke your heart into pieces. Your hand gently rubbed his back in a soothing manner, and you tugged him closer to you, your arms tightening slightly around him as if to shield him from his anguish. "It's okay," you whispered softly and reassuringly, trying to convey all the love and comfort you could through those simple words.

Your reassurance helped immensely, providing him with the comfort and security he desperately needed. He cried quietly, finally giving in to his overwhelming emotions and letting out everything he had been holding in for so long. For months, he had bottled up all his problems, always putting others before himself and never considering that he should prioritize his own well-being. The weight of his emotions had been building up for so long, and the bad dreams he had been experiencing recently were the final straw that pushed him over the edge. It was a release of months of pent-up emotion.

He needed this release desperately; it was a cathartic experience for him, allowing him to purge the overwhelming emotions that had built up inside. And you were there, steadfast and unwavering, grounding him amidst the turmoil that threatened to consume him. You were his shelter, his rock, supporting him with soothing whispers and tender kisses on his temple as he cried quietly against you. Kurt tried his best not to let his tears fall on you, but you didn't care in the slightest. Your only concern was to keep him close, right against your chest, providing the comfort and solace he so desperately needed.

Kurt's crying gradually slowed down and he finally stopped, his little sobs quieting and his uneven breathing becoming more steady, only hitching every so often as he tried to calm himself. He stayed curled up against you, feeling more comforted and secure than he ever had before in his life. In that moment, he cherished you deeply, more than words could express. "Danke...I..I did not mean to get so...emotional," he whispered softly, his voice tinged with embarrassment about his unexpected breakdown. He glanced up at you, seeing the kindness and love in your eyes.

"It's okay, Kurt. I promise. I'm here for you, no matter what you need. If you need a good cry like this, then so be it," you reassured, your voice gentle and soothing. "I just want you to know that you're not alone, you're safe, surrounded by family now," you continued, emphasizing the word 'family' to remind him that he is in a place where he is loved and cared for. "We all care about you deeply, especially me..." You kissed his forehead lightly while your thumb wiped his cheek. "And we'll get through this together. Whatever happens, we'll face it side by side.”

With your gentle reassurance and comforting presence, he finally found the peace he needed to fall asleep. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, his night wasn't plagued by the harsh and haunting memories of the circus. Instead of being tormented by those painful recollections, he slept peacefully throughout the night. Nestled securely in your arms, he lovingly nuzzled even closer to your chest, finding solace and warmth in your embrace.

Undisturbed rest had eluded him long enough.

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thesilmarillionblog · 2 months ago

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𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 ── Part 5

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Summary: In the hopes that things would improve between you, you choose to lose your virginity to your friend Dean Winchester because you have been in love with him madly for a long time. However, he doesn't feel the same about you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Warnings: confessions, heavy angst, sick reader, distant Dean, insecure reader, painful, jealousy, misunderstandings, edgy

Word Count: 10.2k

A/N: English is not my first language.

Song: 'Now the One You Once Loved Is Leaving' by Lydia.

Dean was disturbed by the frantic knocking on the door and felt helpless to stop you from sobbing. He had absolutely no idea what was wrong. Minutes earlier, everything between you and him was perfect in every way. But suddenly, the moment you spent together had become an absolute misery.

If someone hadn't been beating on the door as if he were going to break it, he might have tried to talk to you about it and figure out what problem you were suffering from. The idea of pushing you made him feel quite sick. Dean believed he had worked very hard to make sure you desired this. He wouldn't have touched you in the first place if he felt even a little hesitation.

Without a doubt, you and him needed to talk about that. However, it wasn't the right time. He knew you needed a little time and you needed to get out of here right away. It hurt to see you cry like you lost someone. Once again.

Fuck the ghost.

You did your best to stop weeping, adjusted your outfit, and wiped the tears from your cheeks out of fear that someone might catch you and Dean. You felt terrible for abruptly having a breakdown and made Dean feel dreadful, spoiling the lovely night. A beautiful Halloween may have been. The perplexity on his face was palpable. You wanted to cry more at the notion of him never touching you again, but you attempted to keep your focus on the present so as not to make a scene and make things worse than they already were. Later on, you would try to explain yourself. That was something you owed him.

Dean sighed deeply and stood up, watching you wipe away your tears as your crying gradually turned into regular breathing. You tried to persuade him that you were the only one responsible for this and that it was just a moment of weakness on your side. You didn't intentionally ruin it after kissing him first.

You secretly wanted him to console you, calm you, and convince you that everything was okay and that you two could fix whatever the problem was. But he remained silent, which just increased your sense of solitude.

However, if he questioned ‘why’ how could you really explain that you were just lovesick?

You wanted to depart as quickly as possible, so you pushed yourself to stop crying before Dean got to the door and unlocked it himself. Robb was the one who was almost angrily banging on the door. When he noticed your teary, red eyes and Dean standing behind you, gazing at Robb with an obviously irate expression, his fist kicking the door stopped.

His voice was worried as he questioned, “What the hell happened to you?” Robb was clearly taken aback by your facial reaction. His fist loosened as it made contact with your arms.

You felt like you could start crying in front of them again when he gave you a comforting back rub. But since you didn't want to give yourself any more embarrassing yourself, you tried your best to smile and tell him, “I'm alright.”

Robert didn't seem to believe you, and he gave Dean a dubious look while remaining close to you and placing one of his hands on the door. “Did you just force her?” Your eyes widened in disbelief and embarrassment when Robb abruptly snapped while taking a quick glance around the room.

“Robb! Of course not!” you said in panic. You thought someone was about to start a fight when you saw Dean's expression go from one of perplexity to fury. Robb's concern for you was appreciated, but it irritated you to see him accuse Dean of committing such an awful act.

“Seriously,” Robb said, examining your face more closely while softly massaging one of your arms. He then turned to face Dean, who appeared ready to hit Robert at any moment. “What did the two of you do in that room? I became a little curious when one of my friends informed me that you two had gone straight upstairs after entering the home.”

You and Dean looked at each other. There, he was clearly caught up in an internal conflict. He gazed at Robb's arm as it brushed yours, who was acting like he was your lover. He couldn't deny how angry he was at the sight before him. A lot. To be honest, that made Dean want to smash Robert's face already. Let alone his stupid accusation, was enough of a reason for Dean to put the doctor in comatose. He would enjoy this in a very twisted way.

You hurriedly clarified, “We were just curious about the room you talked about earlier,” in the hopes that Robb would stop interrogating you and Dean. You withdrew your arm from his contact in order to set boundaries. You needed a place to relax and rest your ass because your heels were causing so much pain in your feet at the moment.

“What?” Robb asked, puzzled by your bizarre response. You would never be interested in such crap. After all, you weren't a teenager. You've also never been interested in such things before. You were a really reasonable person, as far as he knew you. “But that is not the room I have talked about. For heaven's sake... It's in the dowry. The room is completely empty, plus Jordan isn't even using it.”

As Robert crossed his arms over his chest and gave you and Dean a serious face, you felt your cheeks turn white. You felt faint when you realized that the room in which Dean had fucked you wasn't even the correct one. You were overwhelmed by fear to see Dean's face and his reaction. The only sound you heard was him taking a big breath. At this moment, you didn't want to know what he was thinking.

Dean, however, was the one who informed you that the locked room was the right one. There was nothing at all wrong with you other than starting the process by kissing him out of affection. He came up with the idea, not you. You needed to take an aspirin. You were now feeling somewhat more sick due to your headache.

When Robb opened his lips to ask additional questions that would make you feel worse, you said, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Sure.” As he showed you where to find the restroom, then Robert said, “We'll be downstairs with Dean.”

Dean's keen gaze on Robbert was palpable. You thought you'd find the right opportunity for sorting it out later, but the need to boldly stare at his face and pretend that what happened there wasn't anything important was too strong. If only you had enough courage.

Dean wanted to rub you on the back and tell Robb to go fuck himself after seeing your weary and pale face, but he didn't want to make a scene and ruin your evening any further. Even though he didn't appreciate Robb's snobbish words, Dean only nodded to you to indicate that everything was all right. With those deadly shoes, he questioned how you were even walking. You must have been in pain based on the look on your face as you took nearly clumsy steps to the restroom. He wanted to remove them right away from your feet himself.

Fortunately for Robb, he wasn't glancing at you. If he was, he would have stared at your clothes, particularly your skirt, in a spiteful manner, such that Dean would decide to think of a reason to make a scene. Reluctantly, Dean and Robb went downstairs after they watched you go into the bathroom. A few were observing and spoke in whispers. Most of them were dressed foolishly and high as fuck. Dean came to the realization that he had no fun on Halloween. There was nothing at all enjoyable about it.

Only you and the food.

“So,” Robb remarked, passing him a cup of whiskey while they were standing near a table filled with food. His cigarette theme costume made him appear really ridiculous. Yet Robb had figured out a clever way to make use of his height. “What were you two doing up there?”

Angry when someone stepped on his cloak while he was walking by, Dean pulled it to himself. He didn't respond to Robb and kept piling food on his plate for you and him before he consumed a whole pie. In order for you to share in the small feast, he hoped you were hungry. That might make things less awkward between you.

“Isn't it obvious?” As he proceeded to choose sweets to place on his tray, Dean eventually winked. You would love that desert.

“She's not into crap things. I know that,” Robb said with certainty. Dean was getting irritated by his cocky and confident appearance. Even though he was making every effort to avoid saying anything offensive, he had a suspicion that Robb was doing it on purpose. When you were around, he was a little different.

“Then you don't know her.”

“I do know she's a very sensitive and reasonable person,” he said. “She couldn't possibly want to go inside that room and see herself if it is haunted indeed.” Robb took a sip of his whiskey and said "hi" to a few visitors passing by him. Dean seemed irritated at hearing Robb's assurance when mentioning you.

Robert had no idea who you really were, no matter how long you had been friends. He has never witnessed you hunting beasts or ghosts. He was clueless.

“You have no idea,” Dean answered simply, looking at him intently.

“I know her for a long time,” Robb said, sounding almost aggressive. When someone else walked on his cloak again, Dean became irritated and stopped putting food on his plate, pulling his clothing about his arm. “More than you.”

Dean replied, “Don’t talk like you know a shit,” with the same fury. He wondered whether that person was attempting to irritate him so that Dean would punch him in the face, cause a scene in front of you, and so forth. He would have kicked his ass already if he hadn't realized that he was your best buddy, which was dreadful enough.

“You must know,” Dean said, turning to face him with a cunning grin. “There, she showed a lot of curiosity. She wanted to see herself if the rumors were true, and I'm a really encouraging and helpful friend.”

Robb froze at Dean's implication. He was still in touch with your life and choices since you and him never lost contact. You weren't the type to keep significant information from him, especially those who you were interested in. Well, for a long time, you weren't into anybody, so Robert became tense with skepticism as a result of Dean's inappropriate imply. Robb was aware that you would have discussed it over the phone or via text if that guy was that significant and the things he intimated were true. Robb was aware that you were still untouched. He never criticized you for something like that, though it was still unexpected. He respected you.

He was aware that you wanted it to be with someone you loved and cared about, which Robb deeply valued. That's why he was annoyed by Dean's remarks. That man had no shame.

Robb said, almost menacingly, “Be careful what you're talking about,” and Dean took a deep breath to keep his composure. He could tell that the night was coming to an end, with him smashing his nerdy face.

“That's what happened. Both of us were enjoying ourselves there and were a bit curious. Until you showed up,” Dean went on. He wanted Robb to initiate the fight so he could smash an empty plate on his thick idiot head. Dean was no longer smiling. When Dean first saw this man with you that evening, he knew he was going to be a pain in the ass.

“The way she looked was different.”

With a harsh tone, Dean demanded that Robb stop talking so much. “She's fine.” If there was someone else to talk to, it would be better, but Dean just couldn't walk away, knowing Robb would talk to you nonstop. He wondered what you were doing up there.

Robb was right when he said that you weren't at all okay, but Dean chose not to consider that. He couldn't help but notice how fragile and pale you were. Dean didn't understand what actually happened between you. He couldn't remember exactly who made the first move since he was inside of you so abruptly. But it didn't matter. What mattered was the root cause of your extreme sensitivity, which Dean was unable to fully grasp. It was just a wonderful moment, he thought—a chance for you to enjoy yourself in your own hunter ways. Twisted, but hot.

Having sex in a room he believed to be haunted was hellish, but it felt thrilling with you. He had fucked Jo once or twice weeks prior while they were on a ghost hunt, but it had been quick and not quite what Dean was hoping for. He couldn't find the satisfaction he was searching for. Maybe you simply loathed the environment you were in. A warm bed surely would make you feel better. Dean would think about this later.

Given that Dean was either obstinate or an egoistic jerk, Robb inhaled deeply. Dean gave him a proud, secure appearance, and he was undoubtedly aware that he looked good. Robert couldn't help but wonder whether you've been feeling anything recently for an ignorant man like him. But it was difficult to believe that you would genuinely fall in love with someone so egotistical and reckless.

“I know her limits.” Robb didn't say anything too direct to put you in a bad position, only remarked, “We've been friends for too long. And I can say that she wouldn't be possibly keen on lowering such boundaries with a man like you.”

The man in front of Robb continued to make overly explicit comments, so Robb's tone was harsher than he had expected.

“I'm good at destroying stuff, and believe me, there are no other men like me.” Dean waited for you to arrive while checking the stairs. He made sure the plate was stuffed. He was about to punch the man in front of him. He was able to cure himself. So he needed you.

Robb let out a little sigh as he saw Dean was still giving the impression that you were actually interested in him, doing such crap things with him there. But once he saw your fragile, sobbing face, he refused to ignore it and go on

“Cut this off.” Robb said, “She's not like other women you met before,” in a tone so irate that Dean dropped his dish on the table with a harsh move. He was annoyed, surprised by the nerd's anger. He was absolutely trying Dean to make a scene.

“Say something else and I'll break your face,” Dean said, showing his frustration beyond control. In order to inform you that he knocked your friend unconscious in self-defense, he waited for Robb to initiate the fight since the atmosphere was tense. It would only be a defensive move. Reasonably harmless.

Robb's jaw tightened as well, sensing Dean's growing rage. He wasn't scared of that kind of man. But it was unsettling how he didn't give a damn and just concentrated on himself, regardless of what was going on. Robert wasn't sure whether that man was aware that you were still a virgin, but he didn't want to place you in a difficult situation.

“Do you even give a damn about what she is?” Almost in a bored whisper, Robb asked. He was aware that he needed to learn some things. He answered the inquiry as politely as he could, hoping you were still okay and Dean was just playing tricks on him about you.

When Robb asked an absurd question, Dean scowled. He was aware that you were a hunter and an orphan. One of the most sensitive and intimate aspects of your life was that. Dean didn't bring up the topic of your family so as not to upset you. Robb was more foolish than Dean had believed if he had been talking about this.

To demonstrate that he knew you well, Dean remarked, “I know that she's an orphan,” almost in a whisper. Dean was pleased that the doctor was unaware that you were a hunter. He was and would never be that close to you. You were also closer to Dean than anybody could be. Maybe that shouldn't have made him feel proud, but it did.

“She's...untouched,” Robb said. Before he spoke, he peered upstairs. “A virgin. Thus—”

“You lie,” Dean intervened, his fist clenched in what he believed to be an attempt to get Dean to kick his ass. He couldn't possibly be speaking the truth.

“I wasn't surprised that seeing that face of yours,” Robb said, taking a step back and smiling while sipping his whiskey. “So you keep that attitude to yourself when she's around and stop embarrassing her by implying stupid things.”

Robb was genuinely lecturing Dean, as he was deep in thought. Dean was by himself in front of the table when he heard that he had finally vanished when one of his friends greeted him and drew him to meet others. He drank one glass after another while reminiscing about the first time he fucked you. Dean was certain that he waited long enough before escalating the situation because you didn't say anything before he pushed himself inside of you.

Drinking from a glass wasn't enough, so Dean grabbed a bottle of whiskey and started to sip it while still thinking about the time he spent with you. He was aware that you hadn't seen anyone in a while. Because he believed you might wanted more than just being attracted to someone and that your loss for your family was still raw, he didn't ask you the reason that he hasn't seen you with anybody since you first met. It was good you let him touch you as he liked it, but he couldn't have predicted that you were still...virgin until he touched you.

He took a frustrated breath, disturbed that you didn't even provide him with such crucial information. He was unable to explain the rage that was clenching his jaw.

Dean attempted to figure out why you wouldn't have given him such an important thing, but he was unable to come up with a suitable explanation. He made an effort to ignore the pictures of how he had fucked you quick the first time. But he wasn't sure if he would follow through if he knew. That wasn't important to know, though. There was no way he could take it back.

As you watched him sip from a bottle of whiskey, lost in the moment, you muttered, “Dean?”

After cleansing yourself, you felt a little better, but the nausea remained. Your face was still pale, so you wondered whether you were sick. It may have been the cold weather. It could have been better to bring a hoodie or anything else. Your legs were unsteady from the things Robert told you. However, it didn't feel like the right time to bring it up. For a genuine conversation, you and Dean must be alone. You felt terrible at the thought of him being irritated about your sudden collapse when he was literally inside of you.

Since he was unaware that you were by his side, you softly rubbed his arm to draw his attention to you. He finally gave you a glance. For a moment, he appeared rather perplexed.

“Where is Robb?”

He responded, “I-,” but then he arched an eyebrow and dropped the bottle on the table while still examining it between his hands. He seemed startled. You were curious about how much he had already consumed. His mouth was never empty. “I guess he's spending his time with his friends.”

“Alright,” you said, concerned about the change in his behavior.

You picked one of the sweets that looked so good off the table to ease the tension between you. Perhaps the nausea was brought on by the fact that you hadn't eaten anything since the morning. Dean was observing you with a serious expression on his face as you chewed it slowly. You would say he got frustrated if you didn't know him.

After swallowing a little portion, you placed the piece in your palms on the table and said, “Is everything okay?” When Dean's focused gaze was making you feel uneasy, it was difficult to enjoy anything.

“Yeah.”

After finding out the truth about you, Dean couldn't help but feel a little strange about you. He just didn't know how to continue processing things with you without causing you any more pain.

He glanced around for a moment before asking abruptly, “Do you want to leave?”

You were hoping to meet Robert's buddy, the home's owner, and have a chat with him, but Dean didn't seem interested in striking up a conversation. To be honest, you didn't either. You could tell from the experience that you were about to become sick and your heels and feet were hurting. Just going back home would be nicer.

“Yeah, but what about the ghost?”

To be honest, ghosts and hunts didn't really interest you right now. Regarding what happened thirty minutes ago, there were more serious problems between you and Dean that needed attention. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Dean was obviously annoyed, too, based on how he looked. You had to tell him you were the only one responsible. You may tell him that you were simply stressed because of the atmosphere. Nothing more.

Dean just muttered, “I'll think about it later,” and he watched you expectantly to see whether you were prepared to go. He then took the plate he had prepared for both of you.

“Alright.”

Dean held the plate of food and the bottle of whiskey as he walked you to his car. It poured. You offered to drive since you were worried he could be a little drunk, but he told you he was okay and didn't drink that much. You didn't say anything to lighten the thick air between you. You could only see his stern face, staring at the dark road.

You felt somewhat nervous since he was so focused. It would have been simpler for you to discuss what occurred if he had spoken or if he had been feeling a little chatty. But you were too afraid to speak up and worsen the situation. While he was driving, none of you spoke. He didn't even glance at you.

When you thought Dean would just leave, he came after you. “You are welcome to stay if you so want. It's pouring outside,” you said as soon as you took off your heels and set the plate on the kitchen sink. It was so nice to be rid of those heels that you almost moaned with joy. Even though you hurried to get inside the car because of the heavy rain, your clothes and hair were soaked. You had to change before you became sick.

Dean shut the door behind him, and you watched him with excitement. “Okay.”

Exhaling with relief and delight, you pressed your smile back even though he didn't sound happy at all. The sounds, the rain, and the darkness brought back memories of your first intimate moments a few weeks prior.

As you saw him take off his wet cloak, you ran to the bathroom and got two towels for the two of you. “You can use the bathroom,” you said, leaving him behind as he dried himself and entered your room. Several times Dean and Sam had spent the night at your apartment, so he had clothes.

Dean was confused and unsure of what to do as he nodded, not knowing how to get answers about the the truth. Robert could have been lying to him, but he needed to be sure and make you explain yourself. He couldn't ignore it any longer.

You quickly took off your costume and panties while Dean was changing there, dressing before he left the restroom. Even though you were still feeling a bit sick, you made an effort to keep yourself energetic. You were curious about whether he would sleep in your bed or on the coach when he walked in, but you didn't ask since you wanted to let him do as he pleased. Imagining him lying beside you was making your heart race with joy and delight. You needed that so much; your soul was yearning. You noticed that Dean was looking at you through the mirror as you were removing makeup from your face. You pondered why he continued staring at you with such seriousness.

You both understood that you had got to solve the issue before it became too difficult to fix.

Dropping your stuff, you got up from the chair and looked around excitedly. It would feel better if he was a bit chatty.

Even though you weren't sure whether it was the right way for expressing how you were feeling at the moment, you eventually said, “I'm sorry.” The fact that his expression didn't soften at all made your heart beat. He appeared to be seeking an answer as he gazed at you. “I was just a little stressed out there.”

Dean took a long breath. “I should have confirmed the room was the right one. It's my fault. I was just rushing.”

“Really, Dean, no. I just... Of course, what Robert told was false, and it was rude of him to say something like that. He must be drunk or something. The details Robb revealed about the murder made me a little uncomfortable and worried. I should have acted with more professionalism.” You inhaled deeply and considered approaching him, but the way he was staring at you kept you still. “I'm really sorry for ruining it. Can’t we just act like it didn’t happen?”

Satisfied with the way you express yourself, you awaited the reply. You wanted him to see how much you truly wanted and looked for closeness with him, to know that you were prepared to be touched or taken anytime he wished to. Yet you wondered if Dean was genuinely open to seeing you, real you. He must have known that you would never turn him down. Whatever he wanted to forget about, he needed to know that you were willing to let it go. Your heart was aching for the times when he was closer to you, and the distance between you was shredding your soul in two.

He said, “Professional,” with a faint smile that never made it to his lips. Before he spoke, Dean took a moment to glance around. “How long has it been since you dated someone?”

You didn't seem to understand at all, despite Dean's best efforts to avoid asking in an aggressive manner so as not to shame you.

“Years ago maybe,” you said in an ashamed whisper. You were perplexed by his query, but if he needed clarification, then it was fine. “As you are aware, a lot has happened, and recently I have been too busy. Hunting monsters, ghosts, and my job—” you attempted to explain. These were undoubtedly just excuses, but how in the world could you tell him the truth when he appeared to be ready to judge you at any moment?

There was no reason for you to risk your friendship with him.

Your vague response caused Dean's eyes to narrow. He was aware that going forward, he would have to ask questions directly. “How recently did you have sex? Before me. When was the last time?”

When Dean asked you questions, your body tightened. You could sense the tension in the air as he drew closer. As he got closer, you should have felt better. It didn't. You pondered what precisely he and Robb talked about while you were away. You saw him get closer while lying. “A while.” You sounded a little harsh since you didn't like being asked such questions all of a sudden. However, you wanted to patch things up with him.

“When?”

You muttered angrily, “Why do you ask such questions now?” as he closely examined the response you gave.

“Why are you not answering?” You felt trapped as Dean approached gradually, unsure of why he had suddenly begun to inquire about your private life.

If everything between you was alright, you would be thrilled to see him coming closer, but the way he asked you in a tone that was almost harsh made your body tense with worry and stress. To put some distance between you and him, you stepped back and placed your hands on the chair's head.

“Yes, I responded. It's been a while,” you said, refusing to give in to his dark stare that was crushing your soul. “Not everyone is obsessed with daily hookups like you, Dean, and I'm a busy person.”

You tried to maintain your calm by maintaining eye contact, but after a while your eyes wandered the room as if you were trying to walk away. Your inference didn't appear to be bothering him. He wouldn't be bothered, of course.

Dean stated abruptly “Robert told me that you are a virgin,” and he briefly closed his eyes. “were.”

Your knees felt shaky, and your face turned pale as he maintained his curiosity-driven eyes on you. You opened your mouth to speak, but you had no idea how to convince him that he was mistaken. When Dean revealed to you that Robert had informed him of such a private matter, you felt a surge of rage, but you were too perplexed to figure out how to handle the situation. You hated Robb. You hated him and Dean for discussing such a private subject while you were away.

“He's lying,” you whispered. Your voice was hardly heard, even though you meant to sound harder and more resolute.

“Robb is your closest pal. You told me this, remember? And now you're telling me he's lying,” Dean said. Indicating that he didn't believe you at all, he raised an eyebrow. “Why would he lie about something like that?”

“Why does it even matter?” You snapped, no longer willing to discuss Robb or anything about yourself.

Your question can be interpreted as a kind of acceptance. Your eyes met Dean's as your pulse pounded with nervousness. Dean was staring at you in confusion, as though he was trying to figure out what had actually happened. It was no longer necessary for you to even admit. Dean knew Robb was right.

He was too blind to see it, even though he should have recognized it from the start when he rethought the specifics of your private moments, from how you felt extremely tight and how you hadn't seen anybody in a year. Taking a deep breath to keep his composure, Dean realized that if Robb didn't tell him, he would never know the truth.

“It does matter. You should have told me.”

“You're just exaggerating. I didn't want to inform you later and put you under any physiological pressure. It isn't that important,” you asserted. In anxiety, your fingers had gripped the chair behind you hard. You attempted to speak it out and seem normal while your heart was pounding and your legs felt weak, but Dean's reactions made it much more difficult. You weren't worried about your virginity at all.

He abruptly replied, “You could have told me beforehand,” raising his voice just enough to make you gasp. He moved closer until he was standing in front of you, staring into your teary eyes. “Have you given any thought to whether I would want to take your virginity? Why are you not answering?” He was so close that you could blow up because of the pressure he put on you.

Since it was one of the reasons you didn't tell him in the first place, it would be dishonest to convince yourself that it was what you expected. It's unlikely that Dean was aware of your want to spend your first time with him and your lone hope that he would grow to like you more later on. You were afraid that he may misinterpret your motivations and actions, even if the deed wasn't done with any cunning.

Your fingers loosened, and you released the chair with a disappointed heart. As you spoke to him, you were clutching onto the chair so tightly that you were unaware of it. Your fingers hurt. You questioned why he didn't treat you the same way he treated Jo. Were you worse? Did you not have any lovely features? You struggled to find the right words to soothe him as he gave you an irritated expression. But given how awful the night was, he had to be the one to soothe you.

You felt horrible and guilty.

“Dean, it's not really that special. Just.. heat of the moment.” To ease the tension between you, you tried to smile at him and added, “Don't think that I was expecting something when I decided to give it to you.”

“Good,” he said immediately before you were able to respond. You wondered why he was so frustrated because of the harsh and aloof tone of his voice. It couldn't be bound to what you hadn't revealed earlier. He could have felt somewhat guilty, but you were there to assure him it didn't matter.

“Otherwise it would have gone to waste.”

This time, you struggled to contain your emotions since you were so devastated. You hated the way he treated you tonight; you could hardly restrain yourself from losing it again and looking stupid in front of him. All you wanted was for him not to feel under strain, so you never said anything. However, once he found out, he couldn't ignore something that was so personal. After learning, however, he must have felt pressured.

The yearning to keep him away was stronger than the need to stay close to him. Was it too much to want to sleep next to him in a warm mattress in the final days of October? Your heart clenched when you realized that he was okay with doing even more intimate things with Jo and other women. He wasn't generous with you.

Dean couldn't help but feel regret for what he said as he saw your joyful look for a few moments before gradually waning and becoming filled with agony. His pride prevented him from saying anything, even though he wanted to apologize and comfort you. The fact that your first Halloween turned out to be somewhat terrible evening was awful. This was not what he had intended. You didn't either.

Dean was overwhelmed as he observed your teary eyes idly looking into the room as if you were making an effort to make things better. He was no longer sure how to go with you. And he was unaware that he had gotten close enough that he could practically feel your hard breathing on his lips. If he took control, he could capture your lips and complete the task you began in that room an hour ago. Dean was confident you wouldn't turn him down and offer yourself to him again. He was tempted to move and let go of the tension that was driving him insane. If he lacked the strength to control his urges, he would have made the first move once again.

Since you didn't feel at ease in a stranger's bed, he was happy to take you to a warm bed. That could settle your disagreements. His mind and feelings, however, pushed him to fulfill none of them.

Dean became perplexed when he noticed that you were still staring at him expectantly and that neither of you had moved. The way you looked at his lips and then at his face with a pained expression as if you were about to kiss him made him even more confused. He was aware that he would respond to your kiss immediately, without a second thought. When he realized you were even a little bit closer now, he almost gasped. He was unaware of whether or not you were doing this intentionally.

You were able to whisper, “I'm going to sleep,” because you didn't want to talk about it any more for fear that he would hurt you further and not care about how you were feeling. You felt the rejection in your flesh and bones. Although it was hard to believe, Dean didn't care about you or how difficult it was for you to confess something so personal; you were desperately attempting to convince him that it didn't matter. He called it 'waste'.

Even worse, if he chose to sleep on your bed, on your side, you would still be too weak to feel peaceful. There was no need to disregard the cruel things he said to you or the way he looked at you, or to deny that your bound had weakened.

Dean stepped back. He said, “I guess the rain has stopped,” as you swiftly climbed your bed and moved away from him not to be seen.

Because you no longer wanted to look him in the eye, you turned your face toward the window and listened to the rain decreasing in pace. If you hadn't talked at all and he had simply been lying next to you, it would have been perfect to stay silent and let your bodies speak. As you wrapped the blanket around your cold body, you let your tears wet your pillow, knowing he would no longer see your expression. You didn't make a noise.

Nothing happened while you waited for him to lay down next to you and cover half of his body with the blanket. The only sounds you heard were Dean leaving your house and the faint sound of the door shutting behind him. When you heard him driving away, you repressed your feelings for him.

You couldn't contain your tears any longer and pressed your face against your pillow, sobbing aloud only as you were certain he had left. Knowing that you had no one to worry about who would find out that you were a pathetic lovesick sobbing over a man who didn't even treat you the same way he treated any of his hookups was almost nice. You didn't feel upset at Robb, but you did feel angry with yourself for not being honest with Dean from the very beginning. He should have been the one who soothed you and put things right, just as you were attempting to do.

Seeing him not try to maintain your friendship was the most painful thing. Everything appeared so simple to sort out, but his behavior made it hard to repair whatever had been damaged between you. So be it.

Your cries became sobbing, which in turn became harder to breathe as his words repeated in your head. You fell asleep on your wet pillow just as your headache was becoming worse and you were too exhausted to continue crying.

Your nightmares prohibited you from getting a good night's sleep, and you kept waking up in the middle of the night to see if Dean had texted or called. You checked your own temperature, and you realized that the chilly weather wasn't the only reason you were feeling unwell.

You understood from your experience that the sickness was also caused by your mental health and heartbreak. You considered skipping work today, but it would be best to keep yourself occupied. In order to forget what had happened, you wanted to work for hours on end without even taking a break.

Before you left the house and forced yourself to eat something so you could take some medicine, you saw the plate Dean had set out for you in the kitchen, along with a bottle of whiskey. Your mind was overflowing with bad memories, so you threw the plate full of sweets in the trash can without giving it a second thought. You could drink whiskey another time.

Even though Dean tried to keep his thoughts busy, he had trouble falling asleep. He kept checking his phone throughout the night and considered calling or messaging you to talk it out, but he lacked the bravery and didn't want to wake you up because he knew you were pretty worn out and would be at work the next day.

Dean was sitting on the coach, whirling the phone nervously in his hands, sometimes checking the screen, when Sam arrived home in the morning. He assumed you were busy working at the moment.

“Hey,” Sam murmured while stretching his muscles. He scowled when he saw Dean consumed in his thoughts and still staring at his phone screen. “Are you waiting for a call?”

“What?” Dean said, confused. Sam was there, making himself some coffee, but he didn't even realize when he came.

“You keep looking at your phone.”

Dean defended himself by giving Sam an angry expression. “I'm not,” he said.

“So how did it go?” Sam sat on the couch and handed Dean a cup of coffee as well. He felt wonderful since he wasn't expecting his Halloween to be so joyful and enjoyable with Ruby. But Dean looked like he had been struck by a car. It was obvious he didn't get much sleep, Sam could tell. “You two got the job done?”

“No.” Dean just thought about the job you didn't finish in bed, even though he knew Sam was asking about hunting the Halloween ghost. Thus, his answer could work in both ways.

“Why?”

“It was locked,” Dean lied, unwilling to talk about the night before.

“So you're telling me that you couldn't find a way to unlock it?” Sam's lighthearted tone made Dean tense, but he attempted to dismiss the image of your fragile look by taking a long breath to relax. Since you didn't seem good yesterday, he questioned whether you had become sick.

When his brother offered him a broad grin that made him want to bite his skull, Dean smiled and said, “Will you stop acting like a bitch?”

Sam gave up, not wanting to discuss the specifics in the morning. “Fine,” he sighed. “How is Y/N doing? She has not responded to my texts since yesterday. Did you leave the party too late?”

“Yeah, it was late.”

“How was your Halloween?” Dean asked so that the topic be changed. Since he wasn't particularly good at lying, he would undoubtedly tell Sam everything that had happened yesterday once he had any suspicions. Yet he didn't feel like listening to his little brother's lecture.

“It was all right, but since you couldn't handle a single ghost, I suppose I should have accompanied you and Y/N,” Sam teased him. “It's unbelievable that you couldn't unlock a single door.”

Rather than arguing with Sam and letting him get under his skin with his grin, Dean remained silent and let his brother continue his teasing. Sam's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he saw Dean was no longer defending himself or fighting back, but he didn't ask him any questions. When Dean didn't fuck someone during an enjoyable night, he looked just like this. He would eventually tell him if there was anything else, or Sam would speak with you and find out himself.

The sound of a notification on Sam's phone caused Dean to turn toward him as Sam sipped the coffee in quiet. Dean continued to swirl his phone expectantly between his palms. Perhaps he should instead phone you or leave a message, but his pride prevented him from doing so. Yet his body ached to see you and talk to you.

It was absurd that he had been thinking about you nonstop since yesterday. In fact, he had been experiencing it for the past few weeks. He was unable to recall the precise moment it began, but it was driving him insane. Even in the most absurd situations, his mind kept thinking about you, which was crazy. Dean felt uneasy now that he had left your house after a somewhat little argument.

While he stared at the screen, Sam said, “It looks like she'll be working all day.”

“Did she text you?” With his gaze focused on Sam's fingers that were rapidly messaging you, Dean asked, his hands stopping to swirl his phone and waiting for the same notification.

“Yeah,” Sam said while continuing to message you. As Dean watched his brother with a dissatisfied expression, the click sounds began to irritate him, and his boots began tapping the floor nonstop.

Dean's fingers waited on the screen before tapping a thing when he checked his phone again and saw you online, but he instantly changed his mind since he was unsure of what to type.

After tasting his own nasty smell, which caused him to frown in disgust, Sam finally put his phone down on the table and walked to the bathroom. Dean couldn't resist swiping Sam's phone and quickly checking it to see how you were or what you were doing just after he made sure his brother had closed the door. He hoped that you wouldn't actually be working all day. He might come to your place to fix things, or he may invite you. It was crazy how you avoided talking for so long. He couldn't even recall the last time you hadn't sent texts to each other for so long.

Fortunately, it was easy to go through the texts because he knew Sam's password. In any case, he wouldn't care. Dean read the texts, biting his lip, in which you told Sam that you were going to be working all day, that you were doing well, that Halloween went off well—all of which were complete lies—and so on. Dean typed without even realizing what he was doing since he assumed it was your lunchtime.

Just as he was about to put the phone down, the phone rang, prompting Dean to answer immediately to avoid Sam's interruption. He took a long breath and waited for you to say something. He felt like a teenager, with his heart pounding on his chest. With nervousness, Dean put his hands in his pockets and stood up from the coach.

“For God's sake, Sam,” you complained, “you've been typing for minutes.” All Dean was hearing were metallic sounds and fork sounds.

At last, he cleared his throat and said, “Sam is in the bathroom.”

You weren't expecting to hear Dean's voice. You swallowed as you recalled his cruel words and how he had abandoned you the day before. The food in front of you didn't appear to be as enjoyable as it had a few minutes before. You were no longer hungry. At least these hectic hours enabled you to forget about the argument between you and Dean, even if you've been working nonstop since the morning and the patients were especially challenging today. However, your longing for Dean's voice caused your heart to tighten once again, meaning that all of your efforts to forget were in vain.

Even though you didn't want to, you said, “Alright,” in a cold tone, as you were ready to end the call. Even at such a distance, you could feel the thick air between you. Being that way with him knowing that he had been inside of you hours before was insane. You were close and yet so far away.

Dean immediately said, “Wait, wait,” which caused you to pause. You patiently awaited till he spoke.

While Dean collected his thoughts on what to say, he took his hand out of his pocket and gripped the chair almost anxiously, his rough fingers clenched around it.

He said, “When does your shift end today?” When you informed his brother that you had been working all day, he hoped you weren't being honest. Otherwise, Dean didn't want the gap between you growing, and it would be hard to get together to talk about the matter immediately. He was going crazy from the uncertainty and your cold manner. The worst part was that he was aware of your best efforts to fix it.

Dean simply shut you out yesterday.

“I'll be working the whole day.”

“Why?”

“Because.” He acted as though nothing had transpired between you, and you were annoyed by it. You simply said, “That's what I was told.”

Dean frowned as he considered what to do. He had the option to see you at the hospital, but he doubted that it would be a good idea to discuss such sensitive subjects amongst ill patients while you were attempting to do your job responsibilities. And it didn't make sense that you would be working constantly just after Halloween night. You had to take a break. He wished to know whether you considered taking a day off.

“Tomorrow?” Dean asked softly. The first letters of your names that had been carved on the table were now being traced by his fingertips. He continued to touch your name softly on it unconsciously.

“I'll be working heavily this week.” You didn't want to be alone in your house thinking about Dean all the time. Although working full-time for a week would be extremely hard on your body and you were obviously exhausted, at least your mind would be occupied and you wouldn't be gradually thinking about Dean, creating fake scenarios in your head to overcome pain.

But your soul and mind desired to see him. When you heard his voice, it didn't make sense to do whatever you could to keep being upset with him. There could be a way to make things better. But like you, he had to listen to you and consider the situation from your perspective first.

Dean's jaw tightened in irritation and his hands halted. Now, what sort of shift was that? He was about to question whether you were lying again or if this was something you were doing on purpose, but he immediately changed his mind so as not to annoy you further.

You didn't wait for Dean to finish speaking when one of your colleagues said something. “Okay, I gotta go.” The longer you waited, the more anticipation filled your heart, making you feel even more sick.

Dean's lips opened to get you to stop, but it was too late. His mind was racing with ideas and plans on how to find a way to free up some time for you so that you could spend time together. He didn't move for a moment. He was aware that if he let go, you would grow apart and eventually lose sight of the initial reason for your small fight. He didn't want that.

Although he was still upset that you had withheld such crucial information from him, he needed to hear you out and understand your point of view. If he thought it was as unimportant as you said, you would have already started seeing other guys.

Dean was a little proud that you felt at ease sharing such an important thing with him, even if he hadn't understood the reason for it. He wasn't particularly proud of the way he hurried and didn't take his time to make it perfect for you, though. He couldn't even see your face properly since it was quite dark, even if he was doing everything properly. It still angered Dean to know that he would never have known if Robb hadn't told him yesterday. You couldn't determine that on your own and expect him to act normally about it. You have to understand him as well.

However, it didn't mean that you couldn't fix that problem.

Dean knew that you could become sensitive at times.

Your body ached from too much work as the days went by. Your body and mind were begging with you to take a break, and patients were being too much lately. You slept at the hospital at times and didn't even return home. Those naps were brief and of little use. You definitely needed to get plenty of rest till your body healed. The good news is that, as you had anticipated, Dean eventually left your thoughts. You just concentrated on resting. You washed your face again, looked in the mirror, and made the decision to spend tonight at home. Taking medications to force your body to work that hard wasn't a good idea.

You ignored Robb's warnings. You couldn't help but be irritated by his tone of voice, as though he hadn't told Dean the most intimate detail about your life. You blamed yourself just as much as you blamed him, since you should never have told him in the first place.

When you noticed Sam and Dean at the entrance after you had finished treating another patient and had given him and his girlfriend a ghostly smile, you could not move because their faces were covered in blood.

“Sam!” you said as you hurried over to accompany him, and your colleague looked at you bewildered. He appeared to be a complete mess. He wouldn't often visit the hospital for such injuries, but you were glad he did.

“Hey,” he said, scowling as he attempted to grin at you. His jaw tightened in pain. While you checked on Sam, you requested your colleague to look after Dean. You got the message from Sam's gaze when you asked him what had happened. Compared to Sam, Dean didn't appear as bad. You really didn't want to talk to him or feel brave enough to look him in the eye.

As you attempted to help him, you made him lie down and lifted his t-shirt. After all, it wasn't the first time. He had a little cut. But if Ruby saw it, she would lose her mind.

Your heart was racing as your colleague questioned Dean. You were unable to take your eyes off of them, and you noticed that Dean gave her a quick reply while continuing to stare at you.

Realizing that Sam's condition wasn't very serious, Dean offered the nurse to change her place with you, who was attempting to do her job by cleansing his hand of blood before stitching. You went straight to Sam without even looking at Dean properly, which slightly wounded his pride. Although he didn't care for himself, he assumed you would be curious about how he was doing.

Dean's heart melted when he saw how exhausted you were, how messy your hair was, and how completely messed up you looked. He was on the verge of losing it since you had been neglecting him for so long. And he nearly forgot what went wrong between you when he saw you in front of him, dressed in your sweet nurse clothing. None of them mattered at that moment.

When Dean called your name, you didn't look at him until your colleague, who was annoyed by Dean's actions, joined you. You let her look after Sam after apologizing to her with a bashful smile. Sam's wounded gaze was full of inquiry when you apologized to him as well, but he didn't care and simply huffed when he heard Dean making some noise. He believed that his brother had made an attempt to flirt with the nurse. There were times when he was very embarrassing.

While you examined Dean's wounded hand, you attempted to straighten your untidy hair with your wrist. It brought up memories of the day you were wounded. The whole thing was almost ironic. Your face grimaced as you saw how deep the cut was, and you noticed that your fingers lingered on his hand in a gentle manner, as if you were attempting to ease his suffering. Yet there were no sounds coming from him.

His voice was a whisper, “Hey,” as he sat on the stretcher. When you realized it was your first face-to-face encounter since that terrible night, your face instantly heated.

Once you finally turned to face him, you said, “How that happened?”

“One of the hunts didn't go quite well. It's not serious.”

You said, “It looks a little serious though,” as you began to take care of him. You were nearly as tall as him when he sat. You nearly forgot about everything when he looked at you. You had missed him. You had missed having a fairly casual conversation with him.

Dean said, “You've been very busy these days,” after noticing that you were suddenly overly focused. “I tried reaching out to you many times.”

“I needed some time alone,” you responded without trying to come up with an excuse to get him to talk to you about it.

Stating, “I hoped... We could talk about it,” Dean watched you intently to see all of your facial expressions. His heart was filled with anguish at how weary you sound. You wouldn't push him away with such determination if he didn't leave that night. He was unable to figure out how much his words had caused you to work so long and not want to go home.

Knowing what Dean was talking about, your cheeks reddened with guilt as he brought up the issue between you. You heard him groan in pain as your hands became a bit sloppy. He tried to create no sound by clenching his jaw, but he failed. You whispered sadly, “Sorry,” as one of your hands touched his compassionately. If there were nothing wrong between you, you would most likely give it a gentle kiss.

Dean immediately answered, “It's okay,” and his little smile made you glance at him to check whether he was telling the truth.

Whispering, “I'm really sorry, Dean,” You meant it. Even though it was difficult and uncomfortable, you had to speak to Dean about what had happened and ask him if he would be okay taking your virginity. Even if you felt different, you were still just close friends. You didn't intend to put pressure on him to inform him or make him find out your situation after you had sex. You'd never do that.

Once you gazed at him with sorrowful eyes, his lips parted in surprise. As you were stitching his injured hand, he had no intention of starting this conversation like this, yet here you were. Perhaps you were feeling relaxed at that particular time, and Dean didn't want to ruin that vulnerable moment.

“It's all right.” He tried to show that he was ready to sort out the matter between you and let the barrier fall through his words quietly, “I didn't mean to hurt you.” It felt right; you were so close to each other. He hardly ever slept because of how you let the distance between you grow every day.

As he spoke softly and urged you to look at him, your heart was pounding. It was crazy how things you believed to be serious and from which you would never fully recover now appeared trivial. Less than five words and a little effort, and they were all gone. You relaxed and took a long breath.

“I just need to know why you did this in the first place,” Dean stated. His voice remained warm and compassionate, as if he genuinely wanted to fully understand you and was prepared to consider the situation from your point of view. You waited for him to continue, as you were almost done tending to his wounds. “Why did you share such an intimate thing with me without even telling me who you were?”

You remained silent until you had gently wrapped his hand with a bandage and finished treating it. Your heart raced as you two waited in quiet, oblivious to everyone and everything around you as if nothing else mattered. You couldn't help but apply extremely gentle strokes to touch his palm where it wasn't injured because it was such a tender moment. By the way he stared at you, you could see that your behavior astonished him.

You realized then that you had gone too far to turn back. The damage was too severe to fix. Whoever had first wrecked the other one didn't matter. However, your feelings were certain about him. You knew that your feelings for him remained unchanged no matter how hard you tried or how many hours you spent trying to forget about him and what had transpired. No matter how hard you try to get away from it, the feelings he evoked in you when you gazed into his eyes and he gazed back at you will always be with you. There was no escape.

Your hands ceased rubbing Dean's hand as you looked at his face. He called your name again to get a response. This time, you stared at him without blinking and took a deep breath with a heavy heart.

“I love you.”

NEXT CHAPTER

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jasmineoolongtea · 6 months ago

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hihiiii i hope ur doing amazing rn may i req megumi or yuji with a s/o who acts like jade west? you can make it hcs or a one shot idm

a/n: hiiiii anon i hope you're doing well too!! when you say a reader who acts like jade west (man victorious was a trip thinking back on it fdjfjhs) i assume that you're talking about her personality traits and etc so i hope i do your request justice for both of them ☆ ～('▽^人)

fushiguro megumi

okay, imagine you put two prickly hedgehogs with each other and that's kinda you and megumi's relationship

overall, you guys together exude a very intimidating atmosphere, especially with your shared affinity for wearing dark colours

gojo, yuji and nobara like to joke that you're the resident class emos (much to megumi's chagrin)

you and megumi are similar yet so different because it's like you're the more outspoken version of him in a way

like you and megumi have quite prickly personalities but it's just that you're much more willing to just blatantly push people away verbally

one thing megumi loves about is your rebellious spirit and he thinks that it's deeply admirable that you're so willing to push forward on your own way despite what cards you might have been given or what other people think you should do

both of you are petty people, just one of you is more vocal about it than the other, and this is awful for basically anyone who isn't the two of you but you two could honestly care less for the most part

megumi knows it's bad and that he probably should be better than this but he doesn't really do much to help de-escalate any conflicts you might find yourself in, rather he quietly cheers for you from the sidelines and even steps in to help you if you need it (it's his middle school past that's speaking to him through you)

he's the only person to truly understand you and your fears and insecurities which is part of the reason for why you're so possessive of him and megumi gets this so that's why he doesn't think it's reasonable to give you such a hard time about it

when it's just you and him behind closed doors, you're definitely much more open with your affections and self with him and he loves these quiet moments with you since he feels much more comfortable with expressing himself as well

no one believes that there could be anyone who could rival your sassiness but honestly, megumi could give you a run for your money with his own sassy off-handed comments (except for gojo, that poor man has had first-hand experience with megumi's sassy side from young)

megumi's always there to be your rock and bring you back down whenever your ego gets a bit too much or it just seems like everything is intent on making you angry or more annoyed and ticked off than usual

very few people are aware of this but you have a soft spot for kids and megumi is glad that he's able to witness this side of you

if your friends and all the people who knew you were to rank what they thought were unlikely combinations of things together, you and kids would definitely be somewhere high on that list. unless you were megumi since his opinion strongly differed from everyone else's stance. well, it also helped that he had insider knowledge on this one that everyone else lacked.

you and megumi were out on a date at an amusement park since you both won free tickets from a lucky draw, with you insisting that this was the only reason that you were here and totally not because of anything else, when you suddenly felt a tug coming from the bottom of your pants leg.

looking down to find the source of the sudden disturbance, you notice that two little hands are hanging onto the fabric of your pants for dear life as a small snot-nosed and teary-eyed girl, probably no older than the age of 6, tries her best to get your attention. you and megumi exchange a look of confusion and slight concern as you both wonder what could possibly be the cause of this young kid's distress.

you let of megumi's hand in order to kneel down to the girl's height as you quickly examine her in an attempt to find any obvious cuts or bruises that might need attention. when that angle fails, you decide to just outright ask her, "what's wrong little one?" compared to your usual tone of voice which is biting and aggressive, your question comes off much more careful and gentle as you try your best to offer her some comfort.

"c-can you help me?" the child chokes out, clearly trying her best to articulate her words despite her wobbly lip and red eyes that look like they're about to burst out in tears at any second.

you nod calmly at her, even offering her a small smile to encourage her to keep speaking. she visibly relaxes at your demeanour and tries to compose herself as she mumbles something under her breath, slightly too soft to the point where you're struggling to hear her.

"hmm? you've gotta speak up, sweetheart." you remark softly and she shys away slightly, as if embarrassed that you couldn't hear her. slowly reaching out to her, you gently take her much smaller hand in yours and give it a reassuring squeeze to nudge her to try again, just a little bit louder this time.

she uses her other free hand to wipe away the tears running down her pillowy cheeks before looking back at you with a renewed sense of determination. "c-can you help me find my parents? i-i think i lost them somewhere here."

"of course we can, hon." you reply and you stand up back to your usual height. you make an 'up' motion to her to ask if you can pick her up. she nods and you scoop her up in your arms as you introduce her to megumi, even getting her to laugh a little bit when he lets her play with his hair for a bit, before the two, or well three of you, make your way around the park in the search for her parents.

unbeknownst to you, while you were occupied with the little girl, you had a secret admirer in the form of megumi as he quietly watched on from the sidelines, unable to fight off a smile and look of fondness as he saw firsthand another side of you that only he and a few other people were privileged to find out about, something he deeply cherishes.

itadori yuji

okay total sunshine x grumpy dynamic or even black cat x golden retriever here

honestly, when people see you guys together out and about there's a lot of confusion from them about how you two even got together in the first place since you seem like such polar opposites

it was kinda a shock for megumi and nobara a bit as well at the beginning of your relationship but as time passed, they eventually began to see how you guys ultimately complement each other

you guys bond over your love for movies, specifically horror movies and surprisingly, you also enjoy watching human earthworm (but you make yuji swear to never reveal this to anyone as it's basically a guilty pleasure of yours)

one thing about you that yuji loves is your unapologetic confident attitude and how you never shy away from most things which is something he admires about you

he's also your no. 1 public defender, ready to come to your defence at any second (even if you might be in the wrong but that's for a very nice convo for only behind closed doors), and this forever warms your heart and helps to quell many of your insecurities

he makes it a point to always reassure you about your relationship since he knows how you can struggle with jealousy alongside the fact that you're scared of losing one of the few people who actually see you for who you are

you're used to people writing you off as one thing, even going so far as to do the complete opposite to spite them, but yuji sees past your initial front and knows how sensitive and hard-working you can be deep down

it's a known fact that you are not a fan of physical touch, even from your close friends, but yuji is the exception to this rule as he can just throw himself onto you at any time and you're completely fine with it (even fighting off a small smile which you swear is just a hallucination on their part)

yuji is one of the very few people able to calm you down when someone or something just ends up inevitably annoying you and puts you in a bad mood

like the effect he has on you is almost instantaneous that it gives whiplash to most people who are there to witness it

out of all the days that the universe chooses to ruin, of course, it has to be the day where you're just trying to enjoy a nice day out with your boyfriend, yuji.

you're sitting on a bench, waiting for yuji who went to buy you and him some drinks from the nearby vending machine, as you attempt to soak in the nice afternoon breeze when a random passerby suddenly bumps into your knees on their walk.

an accidental, or not-so-accidental, bump might have been kinda excusable if the other party had decided to make a deeply regretful apology but a scoff and mumbled 'whatever' was definitely not an apology in any sense of the word. it was as if they were trying to intentionally piss you off or something.

it would almost be an insult to you as a person if you were going to let this go and let it be water under the bridge or whatever other stupid saying they have for situations like this. you stand up from your seated position, arms crossed in front of your chest as you make your way towards the perpetrator.

"you want to say that to my face?" you ask, though your voice is more demanding than anything.

any retort that the other person might have thrown your way is instantly thrown out of the window when they notice your deadly expression and gaze, almost as if you're daring them to even say anything. they try to take a step back in an attempt to escape the situation but you don't let them have such an easy out as you take a step forward in return.

they meekly mumble something under their breath. you raise a brow at them. pathetic, you think to yourself, can't even have the guts to back themselves up.

but before you can get right in their face, a head of pink hair magically appears by your side from somewhere in your peripheral vision. there's a familiar weight on your shoulder as you quickly realise that it's yuji and it's like a switch has been flipped inside of you as you jump right into his arms, to which he happily returns your affection tenfolds.

the other person is simply left bewildered at your sudden change in attitude within the span of what feels like less than 5 seconds as their face is twisted into an almost comical look of confusion. you pay them no mind thought for now, simply relishing in the feeling of yuji's arms around your waist as he presses sporadic kisses around your face.

he stops for a moment to glance at the other person before looking back at you and asking "who's that?"

you brush off his question with ease. "no one important." you reply and yuji nods as if your answer is simply a fact.

a sigh escapes you as you glance sideways at the other person. "you're so lucky my boyfriend is here." you mutter pointedly at them, gritting your teeth whilst you do so. you mouth to them 'count your days', with an exaggerated knife to the throat motion to seal the deal, from over your shoulder as you and yuji walk away together, hand in hand.

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blughxreader · 2 years ago

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Platonic Yan!Superman

Summary: An afternoon-in-the-life of Superfam's kidnapped darling CW: post-kidnap, chains. relatively tame, Clark is a good daddy. ambiguously aged reader. ft, mommy lois. WC: 624

When it comes to you, Clark's strength and self-control sit in a precarious balance.

It takes monumental discipline not to break people's ear drums from the blast-off towards home or to flatten Smallville's crops when landing too suddenly. The frenzied excitement at seeing you after a long day makes him forget his powers, but he's generally mindful.

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Clark landed in a gust of air that rattled the house, hand on the doorknob before the windows even vibrated. It took him a second to remember to be human.

Clark inhaled deeply through his nose and went through his checklist.

Human strength?

Breathing?

Feet on the ground?

Calm and collected?

Warm air and the delicious smell of dinner greeted him like a hug. Clark took a step inside, carefully measuring the weight behind each step until he comfortably distributed his usual 235 pounds. Tension bled from his muscles when he narrowed in on your frantic heartbeat upstairs.

"Hi, baby," Lois called from the kitchen.

Clark migrated towards her voice, spotting Lois at the table with her head ducked behind her computer screen.

"Hi, you." Clark smiled.

His eyes skirted over the pot of soup simmering on the stove as he walked to the table. With feather-light fingers, he guided Lois's face up for a kiss. Comforting serenity did away with the last of his nerves, and Clark took a second to appreciate how perfect his family was.

They parted, faces lingering close.

"So..." Clark started, voice an absent hum. Your heartbeat seemed to echo through the house, but Clark knew only he could hear. "Mind if I ask how your day was, then get back to you in a few minutes for the answer?"

Lois rolled her eyes with a smile, pushing his chest away. "Go on, you awful worrier."

Shooting her a sheepish grin, Clark hurried out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

Finally. Clark worried about you at all hours of the day. Thoughts of you escaping or accidentally hurting yourself were an ever-present concern, despite his thorough precautions. Worrying wasn't all he did, though. Clark also just longed to see you.

Clark's foot landed on the squeaky step, followed by your sharp breath from down the hall.

It was no secret that you didn't want to be a part of their family, and Clark understood. He did everything to make himself as predictable and gentle as possible, hoping that one day you would be happy to hear him come home.

Clark carefully approached your door, listening to you move. Thumpthumpthump, your pulse fluttered.

Rasping a knuckle on the door, he said, "Kiddo?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Time slowed as the door slid open, revealing you in all your precious glory.

You were sitting at your desk, back straight and hands in your lap. Despite your fear, your face was as pleasant as you could make it, save for the small quivers in your tight smile.

Clark’s eyes crinkled from his smile. “Hey, kid. I missed you.”

“Hi,” you said meekly, rising to greet him.

Clark crossed the room with more speed than he intended and swept you into his arms, pulling you off your chair. The chain around your ankle rattled at the disturbance.

Your shaky arms wrapped around Clark's back, and his heart swelled with love. His sweet kid. His unending joy.

Clark kissed the crown of your head, drawing out the hug for as long as possible. He looked out your window, seeing sunny, blue skies past the iron bars that caged the glass.

Now that he thought about it, it was beautiful weather on the flight home.

Clark settled you down on your feet, arms still wrapped around your small frame. With a smile that matched the sun's light, Clark asked, "Want to sit outside and wait for Jon's school bus?"

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soireegurl · 5 months ago

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Hii i love ur works smm can i request yandere ex Jungwon who turns out to be a doctor and u meet him while u were in the hospital visiting ur boyfriend Sunghoon (i hope that made sense😭😭) ur such an amazing writer 🩷🩷

Thanks for requesting! Sorry for the long wait! Hope you'll like it!

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You were at the hospital, nervously pacing the waiting room.

Sunghoon had been admitted for a minor procedure, and while you were anxious about him, you were relieved to be with him.

As you sat down, hoping to find some comfort, the hospital staff wheeled in a new doctor for a consultation.

When the doctor walked in, your heart nearly stopped.

It was Jungwon, your ex.

His once familiar gaze now carried a clinical coldness that sent shivers down your spine.

His presence was like a cruel twist of fate, especially since you had been trying so hard to move on from the obsession that once defined your relationship.

Jungwon, still as charming as ever but with an unsettling edge, greeted you with a polite nod.

"Hello... Miss Y/n... I'm doctor Jungwon. I'm here to discuss with you about Mr Park Sunghoon's condition... May I ask how are you related to him?"

His tone was low and his stare was intense.

You felt your stomach churn as you looked into his eyes.

"I... I am his girlfriend..."

You didn't know where you got that courage from to say that in front of his face. You were so scared that you can't stop shaking.

But to your surprise Jungwon didn't have any reaction. Maybe just not on the outside.

It was weird to see him all professional and calm. As he explained Sunghoon’s condition and the procedure, you noticed subtle, almost imperceptible glances he cast your way. It was as if he was gauging your reactions, analyzing your every move with a disturbing interest.

You tried to stay calm, focusing on Sunghoon’s condition. Jungwon was efficient and professional, but you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that his calm demeanor masked something darker.

After discussing about Sunghoon's condition, he removed his mask and went back to the Jungwon you knew.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his eyes lingering on you with a look that suggested more than mere professional curiosity.

You didn't know how to react or what to say... Just as the silence is about to kill you, Jungwon's assistant walked in and escorted you out as the next patient is in line.

"See you next time... Miss Y/n..."

The way he calls your name... You just can't ignore that shady feeling. The fear that something is going to happen. But you have Sunghoon now... You will be fine... Right?

You had to accompany Sunghoon to the hospital for almost all his visits as you are worried about his condition. But this means that you have to see Jungwon regularly and that's not good.

But for Sunghoon, you just had to do it. You guys are in a hospital... He can't do anything.

That's the only hope you had, the hope that he is still mentally sane. And won't do anything in public.

During one of his visits, Jungwon pulled you aside, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. “You seem to be doing well,” he said, his eyes boring into yours.

“It’s been a while since we last saw each other. I’m glad to see you’re still as captivating as ever.”

He sounded calm and nice as if he was really happy for you. But his eyes say the complete opposite.

You felt a chill. The way he spoke was familiar yet deeply unsettling. It was the same possessive intensity you remembered all too well.

Jungwon had always been deeply involved in every aspect of your life, and now, even in this new role, he seemed to be slipping back into his old ways.

Trying to ignore the unsettling feeling, you focused on Sunghoon. But Jungwon’s presence was a constant shadow, and the more you tried to distance yourself, the more insistent he became.

His concern for Sunghoon seemed less about the medical side and more about keeping a close watch on you.

"Is he a good boyfriend?"

"He can't even take care of himself, how can he take care of you?"

"Honestly, I did a better job, didn't I?"

Those questions... They were more like words that are trying to break you and Sunghoon's relationship. But obviously it's not gonna work. And none of it is true. You just didn't have the courage to reply to him.

But gladly he didn't force you as well. But... He definitely did something that scared the shit out of you.

"I hope you didn't forget about what I said before..."

Hearing his words, you can't help but to remember what he said when you guys broke up.

"You will never escape from me. You can run... But I'll always find you. We belong together. Not even death tears us apart."

You soon realized that while you were attempting to move forward, the past wasn’t so easily left behind. Jungwon, your ex and now a doctor, had found a new way to insert himself into your life, and it was becoming increasingly clear that his obsession had never truly faded.

The safe haven you thought you had found with Sunghoon was now under threat, as Jungwon’s fixation began to cast a long, dark shadow over everything.

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arxims · 7 months ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ᶠᴼᵁᴿ

Returning to Seoul was a decision that you finally ended up in , given that it was the place where you spent your past years. Leaving your messed up past behind, you made the conscious choice to return to Seoul in order to breathe new life into your existence. Little did you know that this decision would change your life. For the good or bad. As you reconnected with an old friend from your past, you were introduced to his younger brother, whose presence became far more significant in your life in a twisted way than you thought.

Pairing : jungkook x reader

genre/au : a lot of angst, smut, killer!Jungkook, non idol au, violence.

Warnings : graphic depiction of violence and gore, lots of blood, mentions of rape, smut, sexual activity, toxic Jungkook, red flag Jungkook, psychopathic behavior red flag behavior, mentally disturbed characters, suicide, murder, depictions of torture, serial killing, lots of trauma, depression, criminal behavior, murderous tenancies, possible major character death, mentions child abuse and child pornography, unprotected sex, cumming, teasing, commitment issues.

Rating : only suitable for mature readers

Word count : 7.5 k

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"Jungkook's not here?"

Jungkook's absence was immediately noticed by you as you entered Taehyung's home. Taehyung, visibly exhausted from a long day at work, was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a TV show. You took a seat beside Taehyung. With a weary smile, Taehyung responded, "He's out, God knows where." Over time, you had transitioned from being just a friend to feeling like a member of Taehyung's family, allowing you the privilege of entering his home without the need to knock.

As you settled in, a weight on your mind prompted you to share your concerns with Taehyung. "There's something, Tae. Something that bothers me," you expressed, your gaze shifting to the Korean comedy show playing on the screen. Taehyung, sensing the seriousness in your tone, sat up attentively and lowered the volume to listen intently. "What is it? I'm here to talk," he reassured you, meeting your eyes with a look of genuine concern.

"It's about Jungkook," you confided softly. Taehyung's protective instincts immediately kicked in as he inquired, "What about him? Did he say something?" The thought of Jungkook potentially causing you distress stirred a protective urge within Taehyung, who regarded you as a cherished younger sister. "No," you responded, "But I don't know what I am to him, Tae. He's not even giving me an answer. He loves me, he's my boyfriend. But he's not letting me make anything official.

Taehyung raised an elegant eyebrow, his curiosity piqued by the situation unfolding before him. Observing Jungkook's behavior, he couldn't help but ponder if his brother had finally found solace in a single relationship. Jungkook's constant chatter about you, both at home and elsewhere, with your name ever-present on his lips, led Taehyung to believe that Jungkook was deeply enamored with you. The intensity of Jungkook's feelings was unmistakable, mirrored in your own actions and words.

As Taehyung mulled over the situation, a furrow creased his brow, reflecting his confusion at the lack of an official commitment between you and Jungkook. "What do you mean it isn't official?" he inquired, his expression a mix of concern and bewilderment.

In response, you poured out your heart, expressing your inner turmoil. Despite being treated well and loved by Jungkook, the absence of a formal label for your relationship left you feeling unsettled. "I know he loves me and cares for me, but he hesitates to define our relationship," you confided in Taehyung, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. The fear of losing Jungkook to another woman weighed heavily on your mind, tugging at your heartstrings.

Taehyung gazed into your eyes, his own reflecting a blend of worry and contemplation. The question lingered in the air, "What is he up to?" The complexity of emotions and unspoken desires hung palpably in the air, creating a web of uncertainty and longing.

"You asked him about making your relationship official. What was his reply?"

"He said he doesn't wanna put a label on our relationship," you sighed, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in. Despite this, you believed it was a risk worth taking.

"All I want is to be with him, Tae. To build a life together, start a family, and grow up in a small home. That's all I yearn for," you pleaded, knowing that only Taehyung possessed the ability to navigate this situation. He was the sole individual Jungkook would listen to.

"I asked him to meet my parents and he acted like he… HeHe only loves me for sex” you gazed at Taehyung with pleading eyes, hoping for a solution. "Please, convince him to meet my parents."

Following a moment of contemplation, a glimmer of hope flickered in your eyes as Taehyung offered, "I will try. I'll try and talk to him”

It was late, almost nine when Jungkook returned after his meeting with Yoongi. He was proud of the widespread news of Hajoon's murder and echoes his glorious name - the shadow reaper.

He slowly closed the door of the house. As he turned back, his eyes met with the figure of Taehyung with his arms crossed. “Look, We need to Talk, Kook” Taehyung's voice sounded serious, it worried Jungkook a bit considering the fact that Taehyung was rarely serious.

“Hyung.. Talk about what?” Jungkook's eyebrow raised. “About you, (Y/N) and your relationship with her. What are you upto?” His arms uncrossed as he raised his voice slightly. A scolding tone evident.

“What are you saying, hyung?”

“Aren't you two together? Then why can't you just fucking meet her parents. Poor thing only asked you to make it official and You turned that down?” Taehyung spat. He clearly despises Jungkook's actions sometimes and this was one of them.

“Because I didn't feel like it. Did she tell you about it? She came to you whining?” Jungkook talked back. He threw his coat on the couch putting his hand in his pocket.

“The matter is. You're making her confused. If you're her boyfriend, you should act like it. You're acting like you don't even love he-”

“Because I don't. . I'm not sure about it, hyung. But I need her”

Taehyung felt like someone hit him with a brick. His eyes widened in shock. “What did you say?”

“I. Don't. Love. Her. I'm feeling something I never felt before. And I don't know what the fuck it is” Jungkook said in a whisper. Eyes piercing Taehyung's. “But Hyung, I want her. I need her. I wanna keep her. And don't you dare break the glass palace she made in her heart. Let her believe I love her. It's better. But don't force me to just meet her parents and all that bullshit because I'm not planning to marry anyone.”

Taehyung felt his hopes breaking into pieces. He was finally at peace when Jungkook found his girl. But he was more hurt over the fact that you've been hoping for a life with Jungkook more than anything. How are you gonna take this? Jungkook cannot lie forever. One way or another, you'll know the truth. Taehyung weakly sat on the couch “I can't believe this… You've been betraying her?” Taehyung's voice rose. “No. She needs to know.” Taehyung search for his phone on the table. But before Taehyung could reach it, Jungkook picked it and smashed it on the floor.

“You're not telling anything to anyone, Hyung. Just remember this. The day she leaves me will be the last day I'll stay sane” Jungkook warned, leaving Taehyung in utter confusion on whether to save his friend from a lifetime heartbreak or keep his mouth shut for the sake of his brother's life. He knew Jungkook didn't make empty promises. Before storming off, he said one more thing.

“(Y/N) is mine. She'll forever be mine and whoever steps into my way, I won't hesitate to end them.”

Though Jungkook rejected the proposal to meet your parents, he agreed to come with you to Jennie's wedding. Cause you whined a lot, of course.

“You look perfect, baby. I'm jealous” You said, fixing his shirt as his hands rested on your waist, lips inches away from yours.

“Are you sure we have to attend this wedding? cause you look so fuckable in that red dress baby.” He stole a kiss from your lips in the conversation.

“No Kook. Keep your dick in your pants for once. It's important” You looked back at him. His line of sight met with your chest. “After the event baby. I'll let you have me” You just feather kissed his nose. “Don't tempt me wildcat, I might take you right there infront of the guests. Bend you over nicely. You want that?”

“As much as I want it, Kookie, we can't. I can't just ruin my cousin's wedding.”

Jungkook opened the door of your side as you stepped out of the car, at the wedding venue. Jennie loved peonies. So you were the one who designed the wedding venue decorations. And you tried your best to make it the most perfect one for her special day.

“Baby, I'll go to the bride now. Socialize, okay?” You gripped his collar and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Uh huh” He grumbled, gripping your hips, leaning to get more kisses but you pushed him away. You turned your heals. As you took a couple of steps, you turned back and mouthed “Socialize. Love you” And you went to help Jennie.

As you mingled with the guests, ensuring everything was running smoothly for Jennie's big day, you couldn't help but steal admiring glances at Jungkook from across the room. His rugged good looks and charming demeanor never failed to make your heart flutter, even after all this time together.

Watching him , laughing and making small talk with the other guests, you marveled at how effortlessly he seemed to fit in, his charismatic persona putting everyone at ease. No one would ever suspect the insecurities and self-doubts that he had confided in you during your most intimate moments together.

Your reverie was broken by the arrival of the dashing groom, Kai, looking every bit the perfect husband-to-be in his immaculate tuxedo. As he caught your eye and gave you a warm smile, you couldn't help but notice Jungkook's expression from across the room – his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, his jaw clenching with barely contained jealousy.

You smiled back at Kai, pushing aside the brief flicker of unease you had felt at Jungkook's reaction. This was Jennie's day, and you weren't about to let anything ruin it for your beloved cousin.

"You've really outdone yourself with the decorations," Kai said as he approached. "Jennie is going to be over the moon."

A swell of pride filled your chest. "I'm just glad I could make her day even more special."

As the ceremony began Jennie made her grand entrance, resplendent in her white gown, which was also chosen by you. As Jennie and Kai exchanged their vows, you felt delighted. You couldn't help but look up at Jungkook, who's supposed to be on the altar with you, saying vows to protect and cherish you forever. You couldn't help but imagine you and him there, you in your white gown and him in his tuxedo. Holding hands. It made your toe curl. Everything was going perfect

The reception went really well. You really enjoyed it with your friends and your man by your side. And what made you proud is you got so many compliments. Especially on Jennie's wedding venue decorations and all.It was overwhelming.

“Thank you So much (Y/N/N). Thank you for making my day special” Jennie hugged you tightly before getting into the car with Kai. You happily waved them goodbye.

After the wedding ceremony and reception had concluded, you excitedly approached Jungkook. Since Jungkook was showing no signs of seriousness in your relationship, you decided to take the initiative. You found him in the crowd as you dragged your steps towards him, your parents in tow. This was the perfect opportunity to finally introduce the man who had captured your heart to your family.

“Kook” You immediately hugged him, pulling back, you turned back to your parents.

"Jungkook, these are my parents," you beamed, gesturing between them. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Jungkook."

The moment the word 'boyfriend' left your lips, you noticed Jungkook's expression shift. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and a muscle in his cheek twitching - telltale signs that he was struggling to contain his rising anger.

"We've heard so much about you," your mother said warmly, seemingly oblivious to Jungkook's discomfort as she moved to embrace him.

But Jungkook deftly sidestepped her gesture, his body language becoming increasingly tense and guarded. "I'm not her boyfriend," he said through gritted teeth, shooting you a pointed glare.

You felt your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. Jungkook had made it clear from the day before that he didn't want labels or anything too official, but you had hoped that after meeting your parents , he might be open to taking that next step.

"We're just...seeing each other," Jungkook continued, his voice low and clipped. "No need to make it more than it is."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the group as your parents exchanged a bewildered look. You opened your mouth to explain, to smooth over the awkwardness, but Jungkook cut you off.

"If you'll excuse me," he muttered, already turning on his heel and stalking away.

As you watched him go, a sick feeling twisted in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's aversion to commitment was nothing new, but the intensity of his reaction had caught you off guard.

Deep down, you knew there was more to Jungkook's behavior than met the eye. He claimed not to want labels, but his possessiveness and need to keep you close betrayed a deeper truth - he craved your love and devotion, even if he didn't fully understand the depths of his own feelings.

Jungkook was a man at war with himself, torn between his desire to possess you completely and his fear of the vulnerability that came with truly opening his heart. And as you stood there, reeling from his outburst, you couldn't help but wonder which side of him would ultimately win out.

Little did you know, the battle raging within Jungkook was far darker and more twisted than you could ever imagine. For beneath his charming exterior lurked a monster - a creature of violence and depravity that craved your light while simultaneously yearning to extinguish it forever. king

He drew in a shuddering breath, conflicting emotions flickering rapid-fire across his chiseled features. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a hoarse rasp laced with a strange melancholy.

You followed Jungkook into his car before he started it and started driving to his home. You were determined to get to the bottom of his erratic behavior back at the reception. The car ride was silent as you battled with the inner emotions you felt. The whirlwind of doubts and questions you asked yourself ‘Am I wrong?’’Does he love me?’. The car pulled up into Jungkook's apartment. He swiftly left the seat and harshly slammed the door. His anger is still evident in each of his motions.

"Jungkook, wait!" you called out as you followed him inside the home. "You can't just dismiss me like that in front of my parents." you finally decided to speak up after a silent ride.

He wheeled around to face you, his expression thunderous. In that moment, he was practically a stranger, the warm familiarity you'd come to know and love eclipsed by clouds of anger and irritation.

"Dismiss you?" he bit out, his tone laced with derision. "I was merely being honest for once instead of playing along with this ridiculous charade."

You recoiled as if he'd struck you, struggling to process the venom dripping from his words. "Charade? Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

He closed the distance between you in two long strides, his movements almost predatory as he crowded into your personal space. You could feel the anger rolling off him in waves, mingled with undercurrents of something that made your instincts screech with warnings to flee.

"Don't act so scandalized," he sneered, lips curling into a cruel approximation of a smile. "We both know I've never claimed to want any kind of label or commitment. So why go parading me around like some kept man, hm?"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as hurt and confusion swirled through you in dizzying eddies. This bitter, unforgiving stranger was a far cry from the vulnerable soul you thought you knew – the tenderhearted man you'd given every piece of yourself to.

Sensing your distress, Jungkook seemed to rein himself in slightly, his expression shifting into forced neutrality as he struggled to regain control. When he spoke again, his voice was careful, almost gentle – but you could hear the tightly leashed menace lurking beneath.

"Look, baby..." he sighed, reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear. "You know how I feel about...attachments. About being tied down. It's not you, it's just who I am."

You flinched instinctively at his touch, and something flickered in Jungkook's eyes – a predatory light that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you're mine," he continued silkily. "Mind, body, and soul. I just can't do titles or anything too...official. You understand, don't you, sweetheart?"

As the full weight of his words settled over you like a suffocation, you realized that there was something deeply unbalanced about the dynamic between you. Something that extended far beyond his denial to labels.

As Jungkook moved to gather you in his arms once more, his familiar scent and the memory of his gentler embraces, you wondered if you were finally getting a glimpse of the depths he had so carefully kept hidden. About what you are to him.

If so, the truth was more twisted and terrifying than you could have ever imagined. But even as dread coiled through your veins, some deep part of your heart still clung to the desperate hope that the man you loved was still in there somewhere, fighting to re-emerge from the gathering shadows.

"You know I want you, baby. All of you, forever." He reached out, calloused fingertips grazing your cheek with an odd sort of reverence. "But husband? Father?" A harsh chuckle rattled in his chest. "Those roles...they weren't made for a man like me."

Jungkook's gaze bored into yours, intensity and haunted desolation in those depths. For a beat, his guard seemed to slip completely, allowing you a glimpse at the tempest of darkness that dwelled within.

"I'm toxic, y/n," he said, each word carrying a strange shadow of self-loathing. "Poisoned to my rotten core by demons you can't even begin to comprehend. Giving me those kinds of titles, those kinds of...expectations..." He trailed off, shaking his head as he deciphered his next words.

"It would only end up ruining your very existence."

“Isn't that what you're doing now?”You fired back, but your rear drenched lashes canceled out the intensity in it. Jungkook raised a hand, effectively silencing you with a look that mingled tender adoration with soul-deep anguish.

"I can't be what you want, no matter how much it kills me," he said simply. "The most I can offer is myself – the broken, damaged man who needs you with an intensity that terrifies me. Beyond that..." Another weary shrug, devoid of hope or expectation. "I'm not built for picket fences and babies, sweetheart. I can only ever be a wildfire, scorching everything in my path."

As he drew you into his embrace, you felt the truth of his words like injecting into your very spirit.

Though you knew your choice had already been made long ago, every sane impulse in you urged you toward self-preservation, a voice that repeated in your mind, begging you to save yourself from the incarnation of hellfire in front of you. And you felt the need to keep yourself away from the impending insanity you're gonna drag yourself into by staying with him. You were hopelessly, inextricably bound to the tempest of his love .

In the end, total devastation was inevitable for you. The only open question was the extent it'll reach in the aftermath.

You pulled back abruptly before Jungkook could claim your lips in that searing, desperate kiss. His forehead creased with a fleeting look of confusion that quickly gave way to resignation as you leveled him with an unwavering stare.

"What do you mean you're not made for this?" you demanded, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "For having a real future together? Then why did you let me believe it was possible, Jungkook? Why give me that kind of hope if you knew all along it would lead nowhere?" you finally found your brain in the mayhem of thought whirling inside you and decided to speak up.

He opened his mouth as if to respond, then seemed to think better of it, jaw ticking as he warred with himself internally. For several endless moments, he simply studied you intently, fingers flexing at his sides in wordless agitation.

"I never lied to you, (Y/N), " he said at last, voice low and tinged with a weariness that went bone-deep. "Not about the most important things. I told you from the start that I don't do commitments or pretty fairy tale endings."

"But you..." He trailed off, seeming to struggle against the reins of his own restraint. "You burrow so deeply under my skin, baby. Make me want things I have no business craving."

You fought the urge to lean into that scorching familiarity, too raw and off-balance to surrender so easily. You have to. You can't go back to this agonizing cycle of pain you've been going through for seven months.

"When I'm with you, it's like the broken shards inside me piece themselves back together for a few fleeting moments," he confessed, voice dropping to a hushed rasp. "Like I could actually be the man you deserve, instead of the warped, unforgivable thing I know myself to be."

He drew in an unsteady breath, agony writ large in the taut lines of his expression. "So yeah, I let myself get caught up in the fantasy sometimes. Deluded myself into believing we could make it work against all reason and logic."

“We can make it work. If you just let me. I'll make us work. I promise” Your voice seemed tired. You just wanted him to be with you.

Stepping in closer once more, Jungkook cradled your face between his large, calloused palms, forcing you to meet the turbulent depths of his gaze head-on.

"But the truth is, I'm a fundamentally fractured thing, (Y/N)," he said, each word etched in harsh reality. "Dangerous and selfish to my core. Giving me a wedding ring, letting me put a baby in your belly...it would only end up tainting the light I love most about you. Twisting it into something as warped and wretched as the demons that ate away at my soul from the inside out years ago."

“ I don't understand. Jungkook. Did you lose your mind?” You whispered against His thumb which skirted the plush swell of your lips, his touch feather-light yet carrying the banked heat of a thousand barely leashed desires. "I lost it a long time ago. I'm not built for a forever baby. I can only ever be ashes and ruin in the end."

As the weight of Jungkook's grim self-assessment washed over you in chilling waves, you found yourself caught between two impulses - the driving need to soothe the haunted parts of him, and the screaming instinct to cut your losses before this pain of realization manage to pull you under as well, crush you under the weight of pain, suffering and agony that your dreams have been withered in breeze.

In that moment of reckoning, you were forced to confront the truth that the man you had poured every ounce of your limitless devotion into has never wanted to spend the lifetime with you, let alone be tamed by something as precious and fragile as the dream of family you still clung to.

Jungkook was the wildfire he had always claimed to be - beautiful in his fury, yes, but ultimately destroying all in his path to ash if allowed to burn. And you, solely, with burning heart, decided to rescue yourself from his scotching fire which could potentially set your sanity ablaze. Only if it already isn't destabilizing.

Tears traced down your cheeks as the full, devastating weight of Jungkook's words finally penetrated the fabric of your naive denial. This man – this beautifully destructive force of nature you had given every piece of your heart and soul to – he was never truly yours to possess or nurture into something sustainable.

"All of it was a lie," you murmured, more to yourself than him as your vision blurred and swam. "This whole time, you let me believe we could have...everything. A real future."

Jungkook made a choked, anguished sound low in his throat, reaching for you instinctively. But you stumbled back, wrenching yourself from his touch as if it was a poisoned Thorne.

"Don't," you bit out, mustering what little remained of your fragile composure. "I can't...not again. Not after hearing the truth straight from your lips."

He froze then, every hard line of his body going rigid as you seemed to age a thousand years before his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Jungkook rasped, each word dragged from the deepest wellspring of his shattered soul. "You have to know, hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted—"

"But you did hurt me," you cut him off, voice little more than a wobbling whisper through the maelstrom. "You just admitted to living a lie, letting me pour every ounce of myself into an illusion because facing the ugliness inside was too hard. Despite my condition. You still made me…"

A solitary, broken sound escaped him. But you couldn't bring yourself to look, to let the all-consuming intensity of his presence draw you back under before you'd found the strength to break its spell once and for all.

Drawing a deep, shuddering breath, you straightened your spine and lifted your chin, channeling every last ounce of your battered self-worth and respect.

"This...this is the only way then," you said, each word like shards of jagged glass scoring the delicate flesh of your heart and soul. "Clearly, we want different things, Jungkook. Things you can never give me, no matter how much we might try to force it. We shouldn't...we can't see each other again," you concluded, the taste of your own damnation on your tongue. "Not after laying it all bare like this."

Pivoting on your heel, you turned away from the man you loved – the demon who had consumed you, piece by precious piece – before your resolve could splinter anew. Each step struck through you like shrapnel, until you were certain there could be no greater anguish than the sensation of having your very essence unmade. You were completely broken, each step making the pain worse.

"No," he bit out, the single syllable ringing with the weight of something Biblical, inescapable. "You don't get to just walk away from this, from us."

You barely had time to process his meaning before Jungkook was on you, crowding into your space with the fluid, predatory grace of a big cat cornering its prey. His broad frame boxed you in against the wall, palms slamming against the plaster on either side of your head as he caged you beneath the scorching brand of his body.

"I warned you, baby," he growled, the words half snarl, half plea as his gaze bored into yours with intensity. "Tried to make you understand that I'm not made for happily ever afters and diamond rings."

Unbidden tears sprang to your eyes anew, cutting blazing tracks down your flushed cheeks. You opened your mouth – to protest or surrender, you didn't know. But Jungkook sealed his lips over yours in a punishing, soul ripping kiss before you could give voice to either decisions.

It was anger and adoration, tenderness and possession taken to their most primal extreme. A devouring fusion of everything you had tasted in simple sips during your time as his lover, his obsession.

When he finally wrenched himself away, you were trembling and lightheaded, the shreds of your anger all but extinguished in the wake of his unrelenting onslaught.

"I'm a force of nature, baby," Jungkook murmured, trailing a path of searing kisses along the slender column of your throat as you fought to catch your breath. "Wildfire and in my wake. I'll only ever leave you in ashes if you tie the knot with me."

He nipped at the juncture of your shoulder, tongue laving over the heated imprint his teeth left behind in a maddening caress. "But I'll be damned if I let you slip through my fingers without taking everything you have to give first."

His voice dropped to a rasp, resonating straight to your very core.

"That pretty, pretty soul of yours?" A low, rasping chuckle that carried more than a hint of a threat even as he peppered your swan like neck with adoring, reverent kisses. "It was mine the moment you fell into my gravity”

White-hot lances of your fear to lose you sanity and desperate, untamed yearning licked through your veins in equal measure at the promise blazing in his eyes.

You were his – an ember caught in the blaze he had stoked from the moment your paths first crossed. And no matter how many times the flames licked your faith and sanity to tinder, you would keep rising from the ashes, drawn back into his searing, ruinous embrace.

Because for better or worse, Jungkook had awoken something just as wild and merciless within you. Something that recognized its perfect other half in him, two noble, tragic souls locked in an intricate perfection.

Just as Jungkook leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from claiming yours in that searing, possessive kiss, you managed to summon the tattered remnants of your willpower and pull back abruptly.

"Stop this...this bullshit," you rasped, propping yourself against the wall in a futile attempt to put much-needed space between your overwrought senses and his overwhelming presence. "I can't...I can't do this anymore, Jungkook."

Your voice broke on his name, the single syllable carrying the weight of every shredded dream, every shattered promise between you. Fisting your hands in the fabric of his shirt, you met his blazing gaze head-on, willing him to see the truth laid bare.

"Don't you understand?" The words ripped from your throat in a wounded rasp. "I'll lose it. Lose myself completely if I let you pull me back under. I'm going crazy now. I can't even think properly. Stop this before I go insane"

Jungkook's expression didn't so much as flicker, that ferocious intensity pinning you in place just as surely as his body had moments before. His eyes burned, amber and smoldering, daring you to tear yourself away from the irresistible gravity of his orbit.

"You're already lost to me, baby," he murmured at last, each word a husky brand against the heated flush of your skin. "Have been since the moment I caught your scent on the night breeze and decided to make you mine."

A tremor lanced through you at the implacable vow, the delirious hunger underlying his promise.

"I'm not some pretty little dream you can just walk away from when the night turns bleak, (Y/N)," he growled, and you felt the words reverberate through you like an electric impulse. "I'm the shadow over your heart, cast in every color of sin you've ever tasted and a thousand more you haven't even begun to name. You think you can just leave me like that?"

Try as you might, you would never fully escape the inescapable gravity of his making.

"You don't get to cut yourself free now, not after letting me inside to fester for so long," Jungkook continued, lifting his gaze to yours in a silent demand for your surrender. "That choice was made the night you whispered yes and guided me into that secret, sacred space you'll never be able to take back."

Hot, traitorous tears spilled over the brittle confines of your lashes, scoring blazing tracks down your flushed cheeks. In that moment, you realized the unvarnished truth of his words, accepted it with every aching fiber of your being.

You were bound to this elemental creature – this wildfire made flesh. You have to turn back. Now or never. Leaving behind love, the obsession, the devotion you utterly held for him. To save yourself from the rusted cell bars of the psyche ward. You were losing it.

You harshly shoved Jungkook away, desperate to create space between you. "Stop! Stop this, please," you sobbed, sliding down the wall until you were crumpled on the floor.

The tears flowed freely as you shook with the force of your anguished cries. Raking trembling hands through your disheveled hair, you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions crashing over you in waves. Each shuddering breath felt like shards of glass piercing your lungs.

You couldn't do this anymore - this constant push and pull, letting Jungkook drag you to the brink of shattering over and over again. Didn't he see how he was unraveling you, stripping away every last piece of who you were until there was nothing recognizable left?

Opening your reddened eyes, you fixed Jungkook with a haunted stare, reflecting back the myriad fractures now marring your wounded spirit. "I'm breaking, Jungkook," you confessed in a tremulous whisper. "Shattering into pieces under you. If I let you sweep me back into the chaos, I may never be able to put myself back together."

His words were a darkly seductive vow as his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from yours. "Let go of the remnants of who you used to be, and rise from the ashes as you were meant to - savage, merciless, and utterly, devastatingly mine."

"Burn me to ashes," you whispered in utter capitulation. "Complete your terrible work and unmake me utterly. Then you can be free to find your next victim." your body shook as you were holding onto your last string of mental control.

"I don't want to see you again," you stated, mustering every ounce of determination as you met his smoldering gaze head-on.

A pained frown creased Jungkook's brow, but you pushed forward before he could protest. "We should not see each other again. Ever again." you stated.

With shaking hands, you smoothed your rumpled dress, willing your voice not to waver as you took a fortifying breath. "Ever."

The idea of walking away from Jungkook's gravitational pull, from the searing intensity you had allowed to consume you utterly, felt like carved away pieces of your very soul. He had become the obsession around which your world orbited.

But you couldn't - wouldn't - let him reduce you to ashen ruins the way others had before. Not again. The memory of that heart-rending, soul-shredding agony was still too fresh. You have to do this. For the people who actually love you.

Jungkook seemed to sense the shift in your demeanor, the implacable walls being erected to strengthen your decision. His lips parted as if to give you commands or pleas. You didn't want to know.

But you were done being a hapless pawn in someone else's blaze.

"Don't," you warned, holding up a hand to forestall whatever soul-scouring onslaught he prepared to unleash. "I can't...I won't survive having my heart shattered into those many pieces again. Not even by you."

For a suspended moment, the air was thick with the weight of a thousand unvoiced farewells

Then, drawing every remaining reserve of your battered strength, you turned on your heel and simply...walked away. Each step sent an agonizingly painful ripple throughout your veins.

You didn't look back to see the expression on Jungkook's face, didn't let yourself open to the pleas and sugarcoated words you knew would come. Just pressed onward, one agonizing footfall after another, until you had created enough distance to safeguard what little remained of your tattered, grievously wounded heart.

It would be a long, horrible journey to self-reconstruction from here, you knew. But this time, no matter how many times the phantom pyre called out, you vowed to safety in the still, small quiet that follows in the wake of even the most cataclysmic blaze.

Because for all your beautiful ruin and tragic devotion, Jungkook's love had always been a wildfire - devastating as it was brilliant. And rising like a phoenix from those particular ashes was a feat your battered soul could no longer muster.

The familiar surroundings of your childhood home provided little solace as you stepped through the doorway, your dad's worried gaze immediately finding you.

"Sweetheart?" He crossed the room, wrapping you in the comforting embrace you hadn't realized you were desperately craving until that moment. "What happened? You look..."

"Broken," you supplied hoarsely when he trailed off. "I feel broken, dad."

Your mom appeared then, features creasing with maternal concern as she took in your disheveled appearance and the sorrow etched onto your face. "Oh, honey..."

You brushed away the tears that had already begun trickling down your cheeks anew. "I...I need to tell you both something. About Jungkook."

They exchanged a weighty look, but remained silent as you guided them to the cozy living room, sinking into the overstuffed armchair that had cradled you through so many tears and triumphs over the years.

And then, like a dam finally fracturing under inexorable pressure, the entire story came pouring out in a torrential swell. You laid bare every intoxicating high and devastating low of your relationship with Jungkook - the obsessive passion, the soul-scorching connections, and the alarming moments where darkness and volatility took the helm.

By the time you finished, your parents' expressions had shifted from shock to heartbroken empathy...and something else you couldn't quite put a name to. An emotion that looked suspiciously like disappointment.

Your dad was the first to break the heavy pall of silence. "Sweetheart, I can't say I'm surprised that boy turned out to be more trouble than he's worth." He sighed, raking a hand through his graying hair. "I knew we can't trust this Jungkook guy"

You blinked owlishly, surprised by his revelation. In all the turmoil of your relationship, your parents' approval had been the last thing on your mind.

Before you could respond, your mother reached over to clasp your hands in her soft, familiar grip.” It's okay sweetie. We are here for you”

Tears stung your eyes anew at her plaintive words and the unvarnished concern on their faces. Your parents had been silently standing vigil through the entire storm, hoping against hope that you would eventually see the gathering darkness for what it was.

"We never wanted to overstep, baby girl," your dad continued gruffly “But don't be blind again. And I'm glad you realized he's not good for you”

He leveled you with an intense, soul-searching stare that bordered on paternal command. "You need to get as far away from that boy as possible, you hear me? Cut every tie until he's nothing but a memory."

Your mother squeezed your hands, nodding . "It's the only way you'll ever begin to recover, find your spark again. That man...that relationship...it's not good for you baby. And I can't lose you again."

Unconsciously, you found yourself nodding along with their grave pronouncements, accepting the heavy truth of their concerns. You had been well on your way to obliteration at Jungkook's hand. No matter how brilliant and all-consuming the heat of his love burned, it was a pyre that would inevitably reduce you to scattered embers.

"You're right," you rasped, the words tasting of ash and resignation on your tongue. "I can't...I can't keep letting him consume me like that. It'll only end in total ruin eventually."

A tremulous inhale, followed by a fragile, failed attempt at a smile you hoped looked more reassuring than it felt. "But I could use some help picking up the pieces. Becoming myself again, for the first time in...I can't even remember how long."

You dad nodded resolutely. "Of course, (Y/N/N). Anything you need." His expression softened then, suffused with naked paternal affection.

A week passed. You never went out of your house nor let Jungkook reach out. He's been wandering in your mind as well as your premises for the week. You were sitting on the kitchen counter as your mom made breakfast. Your dark eyebags evident. He's everywhere. In your dreams, in your bathroom mirror, beside you in bed. He doesn't seem to let go of your mind.

Your phone screen lit up in another silenced message. Then you noticed the train of 56 missed calls from none other than the destroyer himself. Control (Y/N)

"Did I ever tell you about the plans your uncle has been cooking up?" Your dad started.

You furrowed your brow in silent question, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, you know your childhood friend Mingyu has been sweet on you for years," he said wryly. "And between you and me, his father has had dreams of officially joining our families through marriage for about just as long."

You and Mingyu had been fast friends since you were young, bonding over afternoons spent pulling pranks around his family's sprawling estate. You admit that you had an undeniable crush on him since childhood. And you once told him that you'll marry him for sure.

But you were too broken for finding love now. No. You're done with that bullshit. Your parents will only do the best for you. You knew it might seem sudden and hard to accept. But Mingyu is a gentleman and he could potentially help you get the reminisce of Jungkook wandering in the expanse of your mind.

"Oh honey, don't look so scandalized," your mother laughed lightly, waving off your sudden bashfulness. "We would never push you into anything remotely serious right now, not after the hell you've been through. But you can consider. They're willing to wait"

Her expression softened, turning tender and reassuring in a way only a mother could as she reached out to brush a stray tendril of hair from your face.

"But...if you're open to it, maybe reconnecting with an old friend might be just the gentle balm your poor heart needs right now? A chance to remember what feeling cherished and adored is supposed to look like, without all the sound and fury?"

As your parents exchanged a hopeful look, you knew this newest development might catalyze the journey on the road of healing ahead. Your parents were relieved that Mingyu’s family was oblivious to your little boyfriend. Your battered spirit would require more meticulous tending and time than a simple rebound could provide.

But at the same time, something in you unclenched slightly at the idea of allowing yourself to open up to the softer, steadier affections of someone who had been woven into your life since childhood. Someone inherently safe - who could teach you how to breathe easy with the assurance of a solid, labeled relationship.

Perhaps Mingyu could help chart the path back to the person you had been before Jungkook's wildfire had scorched away every remaining sliver of recognition. It was a lifeline, a steadying tether you realized you desperately needed in order to keep your chin above the tides of despair that threatened to drown you utterly.

So you lifted your chin, mustered the ghost of a tremulous smile, and looked into the warm, hopeful eyes of your parents as you answered the only way you could.

"Reconnecting with an old friend actually sounds...really nice. I'll consider it”

Why do I feel like I messed this chapter up. I felt like (Y/N) Mingyu thing was too abrupt. Cause (Y/N) is heartbroken and blah blah blah. Idk. Do you feel like it was in such a rush?

Finally a long chapter. I'll take a mini break. Probably for a week or two, if I feel like it. I like writing but I was lacking confidence in my writing, which made me not publish my stories for so long. But yeah. I do have some cringe story drafts. Long way. Talking about moonstruck. It'll be only traumatizing as it progresses. Some um expected moments and, idk. I don't wanna spoil it. I have a shitload of ideas in my head and most of the events in Moonstruck now weren't even planned when I first planned out the plot. Still, the important parts are yet to come… see ya in the next part. Feel free to let me know your thoughts. Honestly I love when readers comment I'm living for this. Love yall

- Mars

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adamwatchesmovies · 3 months ago

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The Sixth Sense (1999)

Today, M. Night Shyamalan’s filmography is a mixed bag. The Last Airbender regularly finds itself on lists of “the worst films of all time” but that's because it followed some masterpieces. In the early 2000s, people were throwing the word “genius” around. To understand why, look no further than The Sixth Sense. While its big twist has probably been spoiled for you, it does not diminish the impact of this surprise-filled, touching and occasionally terrifying story.

At his home, child psychologist Malcolm Crowe (Bruce Willis) is attacked by one of his former patients (Donnie Wahlberg), who accuses Malcolm of failing him before committing suicide. Determined not to make the same mistake again, Malcolm approaches Cole Sear (Haley Joel Osment), a young boy who claims he can see and hear ghosts.

The revelation that Cole can indeed see spirits isn’t a surprise nowadays. Even in 1999, the unforgettable line “I see dead people” was prominently featured in the trailers. For a while, however, the film keeps whether he is sane or not ambiguous, generating some deeply effective drama. As Cole explains, the ghosts he sees don’t know they’re dead and the few who come back want something. They’re capable of affecting him (and their surroundings) when they’re emotional enough, which brings us to one of my favorite scenes in the film. Cole and his mother, Lynn (Toni Collette), are at the dinner table. She asks him if he’s been playing with this trinket he knows he’s not supposed to touch. He’s a frightened little child. He doesn’t want to tell his mom that a spectre moved it. She wouldn't believe him… but if she did, he’s scared she’d think he’s a freak, just like everyone else. He tells her the truth. No, he didn’t do it but there's only them in the apartment. Lynn gets increasingly frustrated as she tries to be patient and calmly asks, over and over, if he moved the trinket. The scene breaks your heart. This sweet little boy just wants to be good. He’s telling the truth and doing so should absolve him from any punishment, but it’s making things worse.

If you’ve seen The Sixth Sense, you probably don’t remember this scene or other similar moments that lean more towards the dramatic than the horrifying. The images that burn themselves into your mind are those of ghosts. You see a dead boy tell Cole that he knows where his father hides his gun. With a few words, he writes an entire story. In another scene, Cole can suddenly see his breath - a sure sign that a spirit has entered the room. What follows is sure to keep you up at night. The film works as well as it does because of the more dramatic scenes like the one between Cole and his mother. They ensure that you care about the boy. Suddenly, you no longer look forward to the ghosts (the main attractions) showing up. You dread them because he dreads them. You feel the way he feels.

The Sixth Sense is often called a thriller, but I say it’s a horror movie. A horror movie that happens to be as concerned with its drama as it is with the nightmare fuel. The fact that everything is happening to a small child makes things seem extra dire, but even if it was an adult seeing these apparitions, you’d be freaked out. The film also preys on other fears beyond the supernatural, like the fear of being sane and no one believing you, or of being insane. This is why the protagonist is not the boy, but Malcolm instead. By seeing the situation through the psychologist’s eyes, we remain unsure of what’s going on for as long as we do. We also get more drama on Malcom's side, which is a nice bonus and it leads to even more fears: fear of making things worse despite your best efforts, fear of letting the past ruin your future and others. More disturbing stories emerge as Cole meets more spirits, with “the vomiting girl” taking my vote for the most unsettling of all.

There’s a lot more to say about The Sixth Sense. We haven’t talked about the performances or cinematography for instance, but I've already gone on for a while and leaving this review "incomplete" will give me an excuse to revisit the picture later. Until then, this is a frightening, surprisingly emotional horror film - or thriller if you think that makes it sound classier. I’ll put it on everyone’s “must-watch” list. (On Blu-ray, May 16, 2024)

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remedyxtragedy · 7 months ago

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IDIOSYNCRATIC EXCERPT (1) --

[The first proper interaction between Calixte & Quelq'un. You will notice throughout the book that who is narrating varies from character to character, but generally speaking the narrator is either in third person with Quelq'un who will be describing events and interactions between characters without directly involving himself, or in first person with Calixte who'll narrate everything from how he sees it only. It's something I will play with quite a lot, but here it's just from Quelq'un's perspective, and this is one of the very few occasions where the readers are given a glimpse into Quelq'un's actual thoughts and feelings]

His eyes lingered on me for a moment, empty and chilled with mystery, sharp and frigid enough it could almost pierce my heart with unease, and for a moment I actually felt myself shift uncomfortably at his stare--an unprofessional response I internally scolded myself for. This continued on for disturbingly long, until finally, out of habit I forced a smile passed my cynicism in attempt to crease the invisible suspense culminating between us, and only then did his gaze falter, his focus calmly shifting elsewhere and no longer did he mutter another word or freakily bore his eyes into my very soul. In that lonesome little corner on my right, he kept to himself and continued to face the landscape that welcomed him beyond the railing, and quickly making note of his very apparent disinterest in conversation, I wordlessly shifted away from him and also returned my attention to the sunset, still slightly shaken by the man's demeanor. Or more accurately actually, how easily he unsettled me--in a way no actor has accomplished before, and believe me, right off the top of my head I can name a good couple of unpleasant characters I've grown to dislike for their just skin crawling convictions and fancies, and yet the haunting plethora of disgraceful things they've confided in me simply do not pale in comparison to Calixte's cavernous gaze. I was torn between finding that deeply alarming, and deeply, deeply fascinating.

An awkward silence roused the moment as we both suddenly went quiet in thought. Well, that much I could say for myself, Mr. Stanhope on the other hand wore such little emotion or...semblance of anything on his face that it was awfully hard to tell whether he too was lost in his own wonderings or if he truly was just mindlessly basking in the scenery. I had to say, this was becoming exceedingly unusual--it was getting to a point of oddity I could no longer dismiss as just existential whiplash. Perhaps over the years I've simply matured to unfairly anticipate a certain, might I say even rational reaction, one conglomerate of fear, denial, and the occasional repulsion, from every new actor I've ever met to aid and foster. They cry, they swear, they crash to their knees and shake their fists vengefully at the sky--it's a whole thing, not always in that particular order, sometimes I've even been met with attempts of violence, but generally there's a course to their crisis that they fall into naturally--stages to their grief that always happen in a very precise order. Humans are always predictable like that, aren't they? Well, clearly not, given Calixte's reaction to everything thus far. Was it all really just a mask of indifference? A front so brilliantly fortified to hide the true terrors restlessly raging inside him that not even I can dissect it? But damn it, I've always had a knack for reading humans! Is a human even physically, mentally, and emotionally capable of appearing so numb and dead? Surely that would cause more damage than just letting your anguish faucet out of you organically. This man knows nothing of me, nor does he know anything of this world at the moment--as far as he's concerned, he gets nothing from channeling his all into this ridiculous tough guy guise. It's a more farcical sounding scenario, sure, but next to the disturbing reality of this actually being his genuine, raw response to his situation that's objectively absurd and frightening, I am more inclined to believe that's what's happening here.

Now that I think about it, he said something odd earlier, didn't he? 'This is all so familiar to me'. The statement in itself was one I've already heard all too many times before so it easily flew over my head, but in a moment of reflection, I find myself suddenly perturbed by just what he implying through those words. I already know long before I approach any newcomer that they will always share that sentiment with all the newcomers that have preceded them--they will always feel a resonation with this world, from the great ball of light that adorns the sky to the trees that stand triumphantly on the ground, they bear vivid memories of those things, at the very least. They are supposed to. Calixte has demonstrated the same, and thensome. Hardly are actors capable of confidently stating that what this world fuels of off, weaves, and declares as indubitably right is actually fundamentally wrong--they've nothing to compare this to, after all. Well, usually. Depending on the actor, how impenetrable their minds are to psychological wiping or how receptive they are to the memory altering properties of this haven, some can be a little more sturdy with their stances, but even then there is a glimmer of uncertainty lingering in their tones I always discern no matter how hard their try to bury it beneath their persistence. Calixte has surprised me tremendously in this regard, not only has he subverted my expectations entirely with his flagrantly unbothered attitude towards just about everything, but he's also carried a firmness in his stances through and through to the extent where I cannot definitively say that he's even slightly unsure in his reiterations that this world is 'built upon the perverse articles and dogma of an even more perverse madman'. Such a strange and specific way to phrase it too. Of course, I'm not allowed to give my thoughts on the...verity, so to speak, of that belief, but as far as stances go, that's the most downright and unequivocal.

But that can't be right. When there's a Newcomer, things are supposed to follow a strict and fixed sequence, nothing should be able to intervene in or change that design. And yet, his terror and apprehension is absent, he hasn't shed a single tear or wept a single pleadful cry, hasn't flailed to his knees in dramatic display and cursed the name he may associate with the sky for his predicament, and his face since he awoke here has been as blank and lifeless as a corpse. His acumen too, is beyond exceptional for a person who should be as reliant on me as an infant is to their father. There's no possible way he can carry his perceptions with that much assurance, unless...there's a chance, he does have something to compare this world to.

"Quelq'un."

The man only called my name, barely above normal volume, and even so, I instantly jolted at the sound of his voice--another unprofessional response I cursed silently at myself for. I had grown so accustomed to the silence that I wasn't prepared for the moment when someone finally broke it and I certainly wasn't expecting Calixte to be that person. I promptly recollected myself and straightened my posture, returning to my expression the same ear-to-ear smile that's become so synonymous with me as I leaned to face the young man who was now, again, gazing intensely at me. "Excuse me for my reaction, I assumed you didn't have anything left to say, and so I let my guard down, but it seems a few questions have occurred to you since then, yes?" I ask with honest curiosity. He did after all only inquire about the more basic and rudimentary things, so I do hope that he's right enough in the head to utilize my insight to his advantage while I'm still here. I'm unquestionably his greatest asset, and so far he's been meandering around that fact like it was irrelevant to him. Being bombarded with questions from the weak and wary was a luxury I never thought I'd be robbed of by this enigma of a human being.

Calixte simply nodded, his face still placid. "Yes. I thought about it, and there are a few things I need some further clarification on. After that, however, I promise I won't need your assistance anymore."

My eye twitched at that last statement defensively, not that he could really see under my diadem, but my frustration was still evident. My voice retains its jaunty air as I reply, albeit with a little spite, "Well, now, there's no need for such promises. I'm not some...manual you use once and toss in the garbage, alright? I am a valuable hand you may reach out to and shake at whim! This place, as endlessly brilliant as it is, it can be a tricky thing to navigate all alone. Never again will that burden encumber you as long as I am here."

I narrowed my eyes and studied his features intently for some sign of reassurance, gratitude, or any hint of cognition that would confirm that he actually has a heart thumping inside him, but alas his face was not only completely devoid of all emotion but he also couldn't have looked any less interested in my heartfelt tangent.

There was a peculiar mix of sarcasm and legitimacy to his tone. "Right. It's not like I haven't heard that rigmarole before."

No matter how genuine he was being, that was all the confirmation I needed to ground my fears in reality. In my disbelief, the extent of Calixte's syndrome was beginning to dawn on me fully. And suddenly I was so much more alarmed by him than I was fascinated, his presence now more than ever before radiating a quality of error and irregularity I long since thought was a figment of fable.

Outwardly, my grin remained charming and wide, still as warm as warm gets and perfectly suited for the conversation. Inwardly, all at the same time, I was a panicked mess, my mind groveling skittishly at the notion of what this man may be and was proving to be as the seconds ticked by. Could it really be...?

There was a brief pause before he continued. "It's come to my attention that there are more of me, Quelq'un."

My eyes widened under my diadem. I held my breath anxiously. "Wha...Whatever do you mean?"

His look became impatient, as if he was expecting me to already know what he meant. "The hell do you mean, 'whatever do you mean?' Other actors, obviously."

I froze in confused contemplation. A wave of relief was about to wash over me but I quickly held it off in precaution. Either I was the silly one here for allowing wild speculations to clog my thinking or he was intentionally messing with me. Who am I kidding though? I'm probably overthinking his intuitiveness entirely and mistaking it for...something that's long since been debunked. I began to feel impatient with myself for how frantic I just got over an implausible string of worries. A response that was, yet again, incredibly unprofessional of me--and rightfully, I dug my nails through my glove and into my wrist for it. "Oh, yes, yes! Forgive me, I...often have my head in the clouds. More importantly, what is it that you would like to know about your fellow actors? There are many details about your colleagues or competition, however you wish to view them, that I can go on about, just ask."

He clearly already had his questions thoroughly planned out in his head because without sparing a single second, he replied, "How does one discern the friends from the enemies?"

I chuckle and tilt my head curiously, intrigued by his choice of question. "Well, that's, ah, very straight to the point."

His tone was blunt and abrasive. "I'm a simple man, Qeulq'un. There's something I'm meant to do here, something else besides reuniting with the very woman this world tore me away from, and therefore I believe strongly it's in my best interest that I make haste recognizing the crowds that'll bolster me farther, the ones that'll only hinder me, which people I ought to treat as targets, and which I'll properly name my enemies and keep closer than my friends. And, oh, am I certain--that I will have a lot of enemies. I can already name a couple few, starting with you."

AAAAAAAnd that's where Imma leave it off. Man, I need to do this way more. And I will. I want--no, I need to hear people's feedback. So please, share your thoughts, doesn't even need to be particularly detailed or profound. Feedback is feedback, but ta-ta for now anyways

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alatusprinz · 2 years ago

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entry x - my alatus .

genre : fluff .

word count : 869 .

warnings : none .

alatus/xiao x gn! reader .

He always looked breathtaking, especially under the moonlight. When he glanced at the glimmering lights of the nation he vowed his cause for, when he closes his watchful eyes in tranquility in what seemed like a million years of turmoil, the vigilant yaksha shined brighter than anyone in your eyes.

You felt it in your bones, quivering thorough sensation so deep inside of each time you two shared precious moments under the path of the wind. They guided him to you, and you to him beneath the serene skies.

You hesitantly brought your hand closer, unsure if you would be disturbing his calm. In such scarce moments of serenity, you dearly wished he would find peace within your presence. You were aware that you had no place in a battlefield as he is bound to and that you were but a mere human in the fragile world he protects. Thus, if he wishes to bask in the stillness of mild peace free of turbulence, may he bask within the dim glow you emitted for him.

Your hand stopped, then gently made contact with the cold, smooth texture of his glove. Furrowing your brows in concern, you carefully wrapped your fingers around his own such tenderly, as if shaking him awake from light slumber. You did not wish to disturb his calmness, not one bit.

“You needn't be so gentle with me.”

Once you returned your gaze to him, Xiao had already been staring back with his radiant amber eyes. Before you could even think to form a response, you were back to square one. It occurred like a second nature, to appreciate his each and every being with what little you could have in this mortality.

Every piece of him was utter magic. No matter how much time would pass, he would remain your Xiao. Your Alatus.

“…Of course I’ll be gentle. You’re the most-” You cut your words off before completion in subtle fear. Perhaps he’d find it a burden to hear such heavy words as you harbored. After all, you couldn’t say more. Actions spoke louder than words. Actions. Spoke. Louder -

“Continue.”

“Huh?” His oddly comforting tone never wavered even amidst the solemn night that embraced them.

“Keep talking. I am listening.” I always will, always have. He wanted to add, but held his tongue. He took another look in your direction, silently thanking whatever liberty allowed him to be in this moment right now.

“Is it not uncomfortable for you? To hear mortal emotions and to... comprehend them.”

Xiao slightly adjusted his posture, gaze never leaving the figure beside him. Ironically, no. He never really found this between them uncomfortable. Never had he been deeply intrigued by human society, human morals or just... humans in general. For he was one of the sworn adepti to protect the land of the Geo- Mighty, swift as the wind is he on the battlefield. That was General Alatus, the vigilant yaksha.

Alas, just a few moons ago, he would have never believed that there would be a… rather delicate mortal holding his hand gently like he was made of glass. Although his loving mortal themself was as fragile as he feared each passing moment, although they fell ill too easily even if they spent time once under a heavy rain, his beloved mortal never failed to pass on the warmth of kindness, tender light of the fire they seem to possess hypnotizing to Xiao’s eyes. Without himself knowing, he greedily basked in his lover's everlasting glow, slowly but surely falling deeper into their picturesque world.

Could he fit within their tales? Would heaven allow it? He refused to ponder further.

“I’d like to hear them. And perhaps… one day understand you without needing further explanation.” The mild tenderness flowing within his normally heavy, piercing eyes told a different tale each time. He often looked like that with you, if you may shamelessly say so yourself.

Unable to suppress your emotions, you almost leapt into his embrace. Xiao did not move, only accepted your rather spontaneous, but welcomed hug.

'Mortals.' You thought you heard him mumble quietly. It didn't bother you one bit.

"I love you." You muttered after what seemed like a long, long moments of silence. Your heart felt like it was seconds away from leaping out of your chest though it wasn't the first time you had shared such words of oath with him.

"... I love you." You didn't- no, couldn't give him time to respond properly. Your feelings were overflowing, threatening to drown both yourself and him if you didn't regain balance soon. It felt as though you couldn't breathe, like the time you had with him was terribly limited.

And the worst part? It was.

"...I love you." Another moments of eternity passed before he replied, gently touching your skin. Fire burst through your lungs, his tender warmth spreading beneath your skin.

"I'll love you until the end of my being and beyond."

You couldn't control the smile blooming on your face, sparking a drop... no.

a flood of love inside the vigilant yaksha.

He suited rosy cheeks so well. Between your arms, he feels whole and warm.

Cute, is he not?

Your Alatus. Your Xiao.

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diabolik-boys · 2 years ago

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Ican Request headcanons for reaction sakamaki brother If Subaru died and the father was the killer

The reason is that he was not Adam

He saw that it was a failed experiment and decided to get rid of it

TW: DEATH

===== HEINZ KILLING SUBARU SCENARIO =====

=============== Shu Sakamaki ===============

"I really can't believe you killed Subaru off. For what? Just because he wasn't Adam? What if none of us are? Will you kill all of us off and pretend we never existed much like you treated him?"

Much in Shu fashion, he most likely wouldn't cause a big scene for himself or the rest of his brothers about his distaste and hatred for how he killed Subaru off.

However, he will still express his hatred for what Heinz has done, and would most likely not be the same in terms of feeling like he failed Subaru in some way as his eldest brother.

Deeply unsettled and upset by his father's actions, he will directly ask Heinz why he did this and if he ever really even planned for Subaru to ever live long enough to prove himself.

Shu would probably by this point actually pay more attention to things, especially anything from his father, and alert his brothers more often of things he'd either hear he'd be plotting or planning.

=============== Reiji Sakamaki ===============

"I... I can't believe you did this, Father. Truly, you really weren't going to let Subaru even try to prove himself, were you? I used to respect you, but not anymore. I loved that boy like he were my own."

Reiji will not hold back his anger and resentment for what his father has done this time. He took care of Subaru and guided him whenever he could, as if Subaru were his own child at times.

With Subaru now no longer in his life, Reiji would actually blame himself for Subaru's death and being unable to protect him from his father's actions.

Unhappy with how things have turned out, he will make sure his father knows how unsettled and angry he is by his actions. He will express his desire for something like this to never happen to any of his other brothers he has left, even Shu. However, Reiji does not have the confidence to believe Heinz would even follow this request.

Reiji will get onto Shu's case much more often about alerting them about things he'd hear about their father, or anything from his father, himself.

=============== Ayato Sakamaki ===============

"I... I don't even know how I feel about this. He an' I didn't get along too well, but... What if none of us are your desired 'Adam', Heinz? What then?"

Ayato most likely wouldn't know how to really handle the situation of losing his brother so suddenly and seemingly having Heinz with no remorse shown for what he had done.

Even if it was Subaru, and he didn't get along too well with him, this would make him a bit paranoid as if himself or his brothers would be killed off one by one or all at once should his father be "done" with them.

He would seek Reiji's guidance on what to really do after this. Even then, if he didn't get anything said to him by Reiji to make him feel better, Ayato would be unsettled and apparently disturbed by the sudden loss.

Ayato would throw in some ideas of possibly all of them going against his father in one last stand against him, should he wish to get them all out of his life and start anew for his many "projects".

=============== Kanato Sakamaki ===============

"...Why? You... You didn't even give him as much of a chance as the rest of us..."

Kanato would be even more traumatized than he already is. Losing his brother seemingly at the drop of a hat as this happened like, he would be more mentally deranged and unwell than he currently is.

He would become very paranoid that his father would just end his own life. Despite Kanato's wish for his own death that has been mentioned here and there, he would keep that more an internalized thought.

Almost immediately, he would go to Reiji and express his concerns and fear that all of them would die whenever Heinz would want to berid of them much like Subaru was. Without consolidation or seemingly any advice that would stick from Reiji, he would start to most likely think they were all going to die soon after Subaru was.

Kanato would be scared of the possibilities of their future, near or far, concerning any of his father's plans or future project ideas.

=============== Laito Sakamaki ===============

"I really can't believe you did this... I've had distaste for you for numerous things you have done. But this... I don't think I could ever look at you the same or ever forgive you."

Laito would be shocked that Heinz finally decided to get rid of one of his sons. He had suspicions for a while now, but didn't actually expect something like this to happen. Although not extremely close with Subaru, he was still his brother and cared about him. It would be a loss that would be hard on his heart.

Worried for his brothers, Laito would suspect that they would all be put to the test and most likely killed off too, should they show no other signs of becoming Adam, themselves.

Wanting to try and get his brothers to be aware of his concerns and suspicions, he would ask for them all to possibly group together and fight off their father should the time ever come where he'd wish to berid of all of them.

Laito would ask Shu and Reiji to possibly try to reason with their father and keep them around at least a little while longer to "prove" themselves.

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lazywriters-blog · 3 years ago

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Yan-Yan Drabbles

This is basically my interception of these fictional characters as yandere, it may include triggering content, disturbing themes, mentions of blood, kidnapping, brief mention of suicide, Stockholm syndrome, toxic/unhealthy behaviours, and lastly yandere content. Some very dark stuff, you've been warned. This is quite lengthy, apologises for any errors present.

Summary: These new people you've met suddenly become too fixated on you to notice what they have been doing wrong. [Modern AU]

Diluc

That rich kid your known to have a few disagreements with, seemingly minor to him, but to a young independent woman, it would have been a strong cause for an argument, his sentiments are very robust and heeding to them might just have been a bad experience overall, background check leads to odd findings, a bold move perhaps, but a foolish endeavour to him, why must you be so curious? Are you intending to find dirt to tarnish his reputation with? You must not like him that much.

You know that disturbed child that has too much on his mind, grown without much affection and care, and he denies it till now to some extent, saying he doesn't need anybody looking after him, he is fine, he doesn't need anyone's sympathy. Especially not yours. Since you are so keen to know about his life, he'll know yours as well, don't think he hasn't seen your face following behind him. He finds that you are older than him, a five-year gap between you both. You are a young employee in some shady company he's never known, and he is in his last month of business studies, near to finally focusing on his dead father's business. Do you enjoy seeing him? If not, why are you still digging up information?

A talk could help, he could discourage you from doing anything reckless, even if you have bad intentions, he is proud of his good-natured ideals. You are the bad apple here, not him. Don't go around spreading nasty rumours about him when he could ruin your life if needed. He is being very considerate right now, why persist if everything of yours is in great risk?

You arrive within a day, quite eagerly he noticed, smiling a tender grin he could not view as harmful or should he say a visible red flag, just what do you want? He keeps his firm composure, asking you a direct question with no hesitation, 'what do you care about the most miss? Your family? ' He asks with a straight face, seeing you shift uncomfortably in your seat, looking away from his line of sight, eyes slightly opened wider than he remembers, you are scared. You are holding in your breath longer, steadying yourself to keep a calm facade. With a sudden shift in attitude, you stare into his eyes, 'I was following you out of concern I'm sorry, you appeared so lonely, I had to see if you were doing fine from time to time, I deeply apologise if I made you uncomfortable.' He did not catch any malicious intent, why is that?

'I promise I won't bother you anymore, I'm truly regretful for inappropriately caring for you.' With that, you are gone. That felt like a slap to the face but a very gentle one, just like that, you no longer come after him, he can't catch a fleeting glimpse of you anymore, no longer sitting a few tables away from him, is he missing you? Has he truly lost his mind at last? Thankfully, he knows you, where you live, your location, so he doesn't have any problem getting you to know him. This time, a lot more personal than before.

Now that you are stuck in a hole, only he can save you. He must say, his feelings for you have slightly increased. Perhaps more.

Kaeya

Aren't you just the cutest thing? He loves that adorable clueless look you throw at him with utter innocence, he could strangle you alive, deny you air, let your face jumble up agony and fear, maybe even cut you up if you allowed it, why must you be so irresistible? You met him, in your younger days in school, you were much cuter back then as well, but he likes the present you equally, you never got to know of his feelings, never got to know him, he remembers locking you up inside a bathroom stall during lunch break, you were just being inconsiderate of him, so he decided to teach you a valuable lesson, although he was never punished for it, you got scolded for being late, for skipping class, and teachers simply ruled it off as rebellions actions not bothered to listen to your excuses, if only you knew who had bolted the door from outside and left you to stand-in utter disbelief while shouting out for help.

The next incident was when he stole your notebook for an upcoming exam, you managed even without it, it soured his mood for a while, but the next thing should leave you in tears, or should he say, no tears. He planned it for about a week, meticulously crafted a perfect hoax to lead you into a trap. Then you'll know he doesn't take kindly to his feelings being rejected and thrown to the side as if it were garbage. However, his plans were ruined by your friend. Who instead got impaled in the eyes and cried blood while students were left to watch in horror, the teacher's hands dirty with blood, as she was rushed to the hospital.

But he doesn't stop there, in high school, you're seemingly innocent crush was revealed to the class and it absolutely shattered the second chance he imaged day after day. Do you like someone else other than him? You must be mistaken.

He is a jealous man, he loses his cool at times, and oh my seeing you blush and refuse eye contact with one of his friends, did you choose this jerk over him? How naive, looks don't lie he supposes, it would be a tragedy if something were to happen to him, no? What if he jumps off the rooftop and falls to his death, what if a large item is dropped on him and he is crushed to death?

Why don't you just realise the truth and turn towards him, he can look past your mistakes if you look past his, you poor thing, you don't know a thing, do you? He would gladly tutor you if you let him come on stop being so stubborn and give in, but you don't know how to give up, do you?

In a way, it is your fault that his friend died, but it's okay, at least now you won't love a crisped body, burnt in a rather accidental scenario, he saw him go into the laboratory in the morning, oh yes he loves science, would he die for science, apparently he did. But he wouldn't know that, you have no more reason to reject him now. He is ready to ask your hand in marriage as soon as both of you graduate. While he is not that fond of children, if you did happen to love them, sadly you would have to think thrice. He believes he has gone through a lot to deserve your affection, focus it on him, would you? For now at the very least.

Who would suspect your husband to be a murderer? Nobody could see it in plain sight. Unfortunately, for you, dark times have just begun.

Zhongli

Kicked out of your bus at an unknown location wasn't on your bucket list for today, a mile away from home, with your bag and your phone, barely any network, left to walk in bright sunny day dreadfully awaiting the night to fall, sleepy and lost, not much food in your tummy, and barely any meal to sink your teeth into, what you were going to do was well above your head, thought process had slowed thanks to exhaustion and lack of intake. Why did people have to be so insufferable? You laughing at the ticket collector had nothing to do with shaming the driver or the individual, ugh you just had to be lucky to get picked today, how did a 2-hour road trip turn into a hike. Guess the saying of the innocent having to bear the burden of the blame was accurate, although you did laugh it was because of the back seat visitors.

No cars stopped to give you a ride or a guide, and you had given up trying to beg for attention until a brown car ceased beside you and beeped, rattled by the unexpected kindness of the stranger, you thought twice before accepting his deal, you might as well be somewhat safe than be a meal for wild animals. The man introduced himself and respected your choice of not telling him your name, he is giving a ride to a stranger, and he is a stranger to you as well, the silence was much appreciated, he did try asking what were your intentions of coming here alone with no proper necessities if you weren't hiking, he was very observant and knowledgable, you half anticipated the invasion of your body language, he was watching every few changes, wasn't he? You could almost feel his eyes observing your movements.

'Are you feeling okay miss? ' you swiftly face him, awkwardly grinning, telling, 'it seems I've forgotten my phone in the car.' You lied to see how he'd react, trying to elicit an improper response, he smiles wide, letting out a low chuckle, 'it's okay you could just use mine miss, it's no cause for agitation.' So what was that? Was he being low key or did you just miss up on a major red flag while admiring his deep voice? You watch the car pass by many signs, focusing on any telltale signs of danger, even though your mind was on high alert, that awful churning sensation in your stomach you knew as a warning for bad things to arrive, strengthen tenfold, and this is all happening due to a giggle, if only you had shut your mouth.

'Where are you headed to miss?' He asked, and you couldn't just hand him your exact location just like that so you lied once more, 'just visiting my friends.' He doesn't question it, just humming as an agreement and training his eyes back to the road. For a short while, it is tranquil, it oddly eased your mind from overanalysing each item, 'have you ever rejected a proposal? ' He suddenly asked, 'and it was so one-sided, one party had to suffer severely.' That is very specific. You answer with a quiet voice, 'no...' He doesn't seem to buy it, chucking, 'you do not need to lie.' He said.

You couldn't recall it even if you did, his name didn't match up and you had sadly never discerned the guys face properly, with much thought and consideration, you asked, 'what is your real name? ' He had to be fibbing about his identity for you to be perplexed, surely enough, he congested his speech, and confessed to you, in great detail.

You were about to get married to someone you didn't know forcibly so you had every reason to reject, taking into account the family's involvement, you were cornered, and it was near too impossible to straight-up reject them, but in the end, you fought through, eventually, getting pass that tough phrase, a fight did follow soon after, it remained unresolved since the conversations quickly got heated. Was he your soon to be husband back then? He hasn't let go of you yet it seems.

Things got out of control after a disagreement took place in the car you weren't certain what happened after, and you've been declared missing. He was the first suspect, however, where we're they going to find your body? Definitely not in the lake nearby, and surely not with him, people suggested you have been killed, maybe you were.

Bonus!

Dainsleif

When your reputation is disfigured, everyone knows you as a nuisance, while no bullies had the raw guts to reticulate him, he was certainly no stranger to mean approaches, he is unbothered, he deserves it for what he's done, he can not forgive himself. He was falsely accused of the murder of a girl he loved, he dare not deny it but he intended to die with her, unfortunately for him, he did not die along with her, he survived, he served a few years in prison, just for the satisfaction of the deceased victims family, he confessed the truth, it was indeed a double suicide, he will yield and tell the actuality. It was his choice to return to the place he studied before to continue his broken existence, everyone seemingly hated him, he is not surprised he shall accept it as his life, he failed his love and now he has to repay it in full. He was young and reckless when he met her, but when he met you, it was a different feeling.

You certainly did not know about him, you were just a junior, a small kitty compared to a big bad wolf-like himself, he never approached you, it would be better if you never know him, he longs for a connection with you, a sense of enjoyment, but he knows it will only drive you away from him, you must not know him. But the school knows his secrets, and it won't ever let you be clueless. Everyone will warn you of him, and you will gladly stay away. He goes to therapy now, he did not tell the doctor about his feelings, he should conceal it for better results, he had to eat a lot of medicines now, and it is slowly driving him insane. Would you approve of him? Would you remain with him? He fears dejection.

The sad reality hits him when he sees you smile and leave, he desires no forgiveness, you hate him as well, it was a wise decision to distance yourself far from him but, the sting of oppression is painful. He wants love, he failed her but he will not fail you.

He's aware of rejection waiting for him right around the corner, he has plans this time, a proper well-thought-out plan, he knows it will succeed this time.

It was hard getting you to meet him after classes, you were unwilling and cautious, he might betray your trust but he deems it necessary, he's known you enough, you know his worst traits, his worst Stories yet you bravely came. With two pairs of scissors and an aching heart, he feels such fondness towards you, its concerning, please do not run away from him, he knows you do not wish to speak with him but please hear him out. He expects his confession to be denied, however, you stood still, unspeaking, blinking your eyes in bewilderment he knows it is shocking to believe he never thought he could love again, but here he is, loving you, instead of sorrowing away.

Please do not deny him of your presence, he wants you to love him as well, it might just be his delusional thoughts taking charge but he can't bring himself to care, to restrain himself, he just can not hold himself any longer, he needs someone to help him, and it has to be you. You like him too, don't you? Even if it's just a tiny bit due to his looks whatever it may be, you do like him, right?

He wants you to press the sharp edge of the object into his throat as hard as you can, and he will do the same to you, he should have done it before but he will do it right with you, you are crying, crying with pain, trembling, attempting to flee, run away from him, but he can't just let you go without putting him out of his misery, please consider it, he needs you. Eventually seeing you struggle nonetheless, he has to pin you down, make you hold the scissors and press them against the soft skin of his neck, while he does the same to you, stop crying, don't be scared of him, he just wants to do it right, please- please love him. There's a bit of blood leaking out of your skin, you are shivering, you haven't given him anything, quivering hands shakily holding the object, while he has to keep your soft hands in place, you squirmed, cried out for help but he will not let you ruin everything again. Please don't be afraid of hurting him, press the scissors harder, do it and he will do the same to you, you refuse, relentlessly struggling, he is getting impatient but he can manage calmly if you do not kill him, he will kill your family, and if he doesn't die, then you will falsely be accused of murdering him. Make this easy for yourself and him.

You hesitate but steadily begin adding pressure to his skin, eventually drawing out blood, staining your uniform, he does it as well, you are wailing in agony, there's blood everywhere you see, you can't do it, quickly throwing the object away, you close your eyes, expecting a harsh reaction. He is disappointed, displeased, but he forgives you, you can use his now, don't worry right after you do it, he will do it too, even though he knows you will not but he can help if you want.

You are taking too long, you are too scared, aren't you? It's okay he will do it for you, don't worry, eventually even after your uttermost struggle, he succeeds in drawing out more blood, slowly killing you. It's painful watching you choke, shriek, claw at his chest, he knows- he knows it is unbearable.

You are gone, there's a pool of blood surrounding you, and now it's his turn.

Let me know who else you'd like to see in my stories.

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lailyn · 2 years ago

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A Prince's Ransom

Summary: Loki is over a thousand years old. Why he still keeps getting kidnapped is anyone's guess.

Contains spoilers for Thor: Love & Thunder

Patrolling New Asgard at night was a task Loki no longer dreaded. He coveted the silence, and the peace of mind that it promised.

“I do not need sleep,” he had said to Thor, when his brother expressed his doubt about the soundness of the plan. Loki had proposed several security measures before, but this was the first one Thor had not passed tout de suite.

“Night patrol is a thing of the past, surely?" Thor asked uneasily. "Don’t the people of Earth use electronic things now? Security cameras and such?”

“A great supplementary tool but surveillance does not ensure safety,” Loki argued. “Most of our soldiers died when Asgard fell. It is now down to us to make sure that the people are safe.”

“It’s alright, Your Majesty,” Valkyrie said. “The prince and I can take turns.”

Loki opened his mouth to protest, but Valkyrie silenced him with a look.

“The night isn’t yours alone, my Prince. You can’t hoard the shadows and not be challenged.”

It was a compromise that finally met Thor’s approval, and Loki was no fool so as to look the gift horse in the mouth. The bad feeling plaguing him lately had long since reached a crescendo and it was a win that came just in time.

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“The moon is hiding tonight,” Valkyrie warned some nights later when it was Loki’s turn to patrol.

“I took down a steppe bison once with my bare hands,” Loki said absently. “Beasts don’t scare me.”

“No shit,” Valkyrie deadpanned. “But do be extra cautious, my Prince.”

“I’ll make sure all my pieces remain intact till the morning, my Lady.”

“Good. Makes the clean-up easier for the rest of us,” Valkyrie retorted.

Loki laughed silently, acknowledging the concern nonetheless. “Sleep well, Val."

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Valkyrie may be a closet worrywart, but it did not nullify her point. The woods surrounding New Asgard were still largely unexplored and Midgardian predators were known to lurk and prowl in the night.

The newly constructed promenade along the shoreline was plain-looking but the view of the sea at night more than made up for it.

Valkyrie was right. The moon was nowhere to be seen.

Loki inhaled deeply. It was something he never quite knew how to put into words, the smell of danger. How close or far, he could not tell.

He raised his face to the heavens, ever more aware of his troubled thoughts. Whatever it was coming for them, would it come tonight? How? Who?

The darkness, a friend to him at other times, was his enemy tonight.

Without delay, Loki conjured a mage light, a beacon so bright it illuminated the entire plaza. He scrutinised the mostly darkened apartment windows and hoped he had not disturbed anyone’s sleep.

Now the only shadows he needed to worry about were the many, many nooks and crannies in New Asgard his magic and light could not reach; he looked up at the rows of dark windows again with fear.

“I’m afraid that won’t be enough,” a voice suddenly whispered in his ear, “Did nobody ever tell you about the shadow on your back?”

Before Loki could turn, something sharp pierced between shoulder blades. In a split-second, all breath left his lungs, as did his magic, a turbulent vortex that drained out of the hole in his back like water.

Damn, was Loki’s last coherent thought before everything went black.

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When Loki came to, he found himself in total darkness and trussed up against a wall. He struggled against the binding, but there was nothing physical to rip, no hinge to tear apart.

He fought for calm.

Wherever this place was, there was still air to breathe. He was still alive.

“Why am I not dead?”

No answer came.

Was he the only occupant in this prison?

Loki closed his eyes and concentrated. Testing the strength of the bonds holding him was imperative. There must be a way he could reach his magic, some means of escape at his disposal.

A low chuckle came from somewhere in the Darkness.

Loki paid it no mind. He must not give the fear a name, no more power over him than it already possessed.

Over the centuries he had shifted into countless nocturnal animals, and hence, honed his skills to such a selective extent that he could call upon their night vision at will.

Loki reopened his eyes slowly. His vision adjusted.

His lips curled into a savage smile. “I see you.”

The hooded figure was seated a few feet away from him, as silent as a statue. It might as well be one; no scent emanated from it, no evidence of life or death.

Loki’s composure slipped at the sight of the long, black sword it was holding in its hand.

No. He sagged in his invisible chains, feeling the strength leave him and all hope. No, no, no.

The creature broke into a grotesque grin, his mouth a great, big slash across his cadaverous face. “So you require no introduction."

“What is it you want?”

“Straight to the point. I like that in a god,” he drawled. “Why prolong the inevitable?”

“You kept me alive for a reason. Let us have it and be done with all this bother.”

“I kept you alive for only one reason.” His captor's eyes glinted with glee. “Your brother’s axe.”

Loki tsk-tsked. "You are a fool if you think my brother would pay such a high price for me.”

"You sell yourself too short, Prince." The figure rose to its full height. "I have eyes in the shadows and right now, your brother is beside himself. Soon, Stormbreaker will be mine, and I will open the gateway to Eternity!"

"Eternity?" Loki burst out laughing. "He would sooner have your head than let you lay a finger on his precious axe."

"Oh, he would, would he?"

A flash of silver, and suddenly, something ice-cold and razor sharp pressed against Loki's neck. "We'll see."

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The last image of Gorr holding the Necrosword against Loki’s neck froze in the empty space above their heads as the boy’s golden eyes turned brown and he bowed his head in regret. “I’m afraid that is as far as I can see, Your Majesty.”

“You have done enough, Axl Heimdallson,” Thor said gruffly. “Thank you.”

“Where are you going?” Valkyrie demanded.

Thor said nothing. Blue began to envelop Stormbreaker’s handle with the summoning of his powers.

“Thor!” Valkyrie jumped to her feet.

"He has Loki!" Thor bellowed. "You would have me do nothing?"

"I did not say that."

Thor’s jaw tightened. "He has my brother, Valkyrie."

"And we will go to him," Valkyrie said firmly. "Once we have a plan."

“To hell with plans,” and Thor disappeared in an eruption of colours and energy.

“Thor, you fool!” Valkyrie cursed into the void where the King once stood. “Axl, can you try and reach them again?”

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“Thor, you fool,” Loki cursed. “Why did you come?”

Thor ignored his brother. “Let him go. It is not him you want.”

The creature cocked its head. “Oh? And how would you know what I want?”

Thor shrugged. “It’s not that hard to figure out. It is in your name, the God Butcher. It sounds awful by the way.”

“Ah. So you have heard of me.”

“News gets around. It’s a bit hard to ignore when gods are being slain all across the universe,” Thor said, putting a hand on one hip. “But this is a bit below the belt, don’t you think? I mean, kidnapping? That’s so…old-fashioned.”

“If it works, it works,” Gorr grinned. “The axe, or your brother’s head.”

“Don’t give it to him, Thor,” Loki said tightly. “You must not let him reach Eternity.”

“I know what I’m doing, Loki,” Thor said.

He took a step forward and offered Stormbreaker by the haft. “Come and take it.”

Using Loki as a shield in front of him, Gorr moved closer, but the moment he came within a throw's span, Thor withdrew his arm and flung the Stormbreaker in a wide arc.

The magic axe flew around Gorr’s unprotected back in a circle and would have cleaved him in two, had the God Butcher not swivelled in time to block it in its path with the Necrosword.

With a resounding clang, Stormbreaker bounced off the obsidian blade and landed on the ground some twenty yards away.

The backlash had Loki thrown face first into the dirt, slipping his captor’s grasp for a split second, but once more, his own shadow betrayed him. Before he could make a run for it, a thousand hands pushed him from the Darkness below, and into Gorr’s clutches again.

“You are going to pay for that, Odinson!” Gorr raged, spittle flying from his fissured lips, dark and thick like clotting blood. He raised his sword high above their heads. “I’ll give him a quick, clean death!”

Thor's eyes met his brother's in panic, "Stop!"

A cackle. "Too late," and the God Butcher plunged the Necrosword into Loki's heart.

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"Noooo!!!"

A thunderous roar shattered the silence of the Shadow Realm.

Gorr watched the God of Thunder sink to his knees and bow his head.

Gorr understood grief. He understood it very well.

"All Gods must die, Thor," he reasoned with a gentleness that had been absent before. "It is written."

"Yes…" the corpse in his arms spoke. "But not today."

"What?"

Loki's hands shot forward and wrapped around the hilt of the sword. With a hard, strong tug, the Trickster God pulled the blade in deeper, piercing his back and skewering Gorr straight through the chest.

His mouth forming a perfect circle of horror and disbelief, Gorr the God Butcher, Keeper of the Shadows, disintegrated into dust.

The Necrosword fell to the ground with a clang as Loki's double followed suit shortly, evanescing out of existence.

"This is just a suggestion but maybe tone down the drama next time, Thor?"

Thor turned his head slowly. "That was a close call, Brother."

"Was it?" Loki purred. "After all these years, you still doubt me."

"I thought he had not released you for long enough. You really had me fooled."

"It was close, but I do have eight more lives to spare."

The slinky black cat emerged from the shadows and pawed its way onto Thor's lap.

Thor buried his face into Loki's sleek fur and Loki let him. This was the only form he felt comfortable enough in to be held this way.

"Okay, that's enough," Loki declared a few seconds later.

Thor looked his brother who was now back in his normal Asgardian form, up and down. "Any lasting damage?"

"I'm good," Loki said reassuringly.

Then his face brightened. "Hey, since we're already here, wanna knock on Eternity's door?"

"Don't even think about it, Loki." Thor tightened his grip around Stormbreaker and around his brother both, just in case. "I should get you home before Valkyrie finds a way to murder us by long-range magic."

"All the more reason to do it," Loki cajoled. "I know what Valkyrie would want."

"Everyone knows what Valkyrie wants," Thor said. "A lifetime supply of - "

"Booze," Loki joined, and the brothers shared a warm, rare chuckle.

Meanwhile,

"I heard that!" Valkyrie shouted into the air a million miles away in faraway New Asgard.

"They can't hear you, my Lady."

"Shut up, Axl."

#whumptober2022 #no.6 #ransom video #fic #thor #thor love and thunder #loki #brodinsons #kidnap whump #lokitty

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danger-noodle-uwu · 4 years ago

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This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

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