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mochrincrunch · 2 years ago
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ships (boats) are body horror and their intimacy with the ocean instills in me great unease
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redwhitebuddie · 1 year ago
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this is not something id usually post but why not!
ive been on a queer movie kick lately, and wanted to give a few reviews and recommendations of some lesser known ones so i can spread the word because some of these are complete hidden gems!
Beautiful Thing | 1996
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i rated this movie four stars. not because it is outrageously deep or new or profound. but of how it’s so particularly captured such a subculture of life, and can make even the worst things seem joyful. the relationships, even outside of the main romance, were also nuanced and detailed, and it felt like you knew all of the characters from people in your own life. ithink the best way that I can describe it is that it was endearing in a really normal way. and the last shot is perfect.
Shelter | 2007
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i have rewatch this movie twice since I originally have seen it. once again, this movie really captures a particular person’s life and it’s so much more about life than it is just the romance. It felt like a natural connection, the characters had chemistry, and i was just giggling a lot of the time. im a sucker for a found family movie and this really hit the spot. i did cry the first time. 
Latter Days | 2003
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this movie was interesting. I really enjoyed the main characters connection with his best friend and I found most of the scenes totally normal early 2000s stuff. the romance was good, the chemistry was there most of the time, and I was rooting for them after one of the big events later in the movie. I watched this after the first two and my expectations from those put me at too high a bar, and just this one fell in comparison. 
Birdcage | 1996
⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2
this movie was a pleasure. i absolutely love Robin Williams, and I think his performance in this was great. I love queer movies that involve drag, as that is such a big portion of queer culture. I thought the premise was interesting enough to keep me connected, I felt like it had a logical chain of events that culminates in an interesting watch. there were some points where I felt like it was dragging on too long, or the joke was repeating itself too much however, I think some parts of it absolutely captured queer culture in a way that makes me have to appreciate it. I definitely recommend.
Shiva Baby | 2020
⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2
this whole movie was centered in one house, 99% of it was just scenes in this home from a funeral which on paper, sounds like it could make it boring but I really enjoyed watching this movie. rachel is so talented and her performance in this movie was great and I think this role was perfect for her. I’m a big fan of slice of life and this was definitely that. but also extremely dramatic and messy and complicated in the best way. 
Theater Camp | 2023
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2
as someone who did not grow up in theater, but had friends that did, this movie was absolutely incredible. the characters were great, and knew when and how to make fun of itself, while still taking itself seriously in someways. their performances throughout the whole thing are great. this movie is really stuck with me for one reason or another, i think it’s gonna be a new go to comfort movie.
The Four-Faced Liar | 2010
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if I’m being honest, this movie wasn’t great. but when you’re trying to find sapphic films that aren’t historical or depressing, it’s really hard to be picky. It’s a dramdy at its finest. interconnected and messy relationships, slightly insufferable characters then sprinkle in some cringe you get this movie. but sometimes the drama is what you need. and there’s also movies that you need to make fun of while also paying half attention to, if you’re looking for that this is your pick.
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emmacreatures · 2 years ago
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BEING FOLLOWED
Hello👁👄👁 Back from the dead with a follow up!
https://www.tumblr.com/emmacreatures/713882220790775808/trying-a-way-out
Its been taking forever but waiting with these helps more with perfecting what can be perfected in personal perspective! A follow up on "Trying a way out"💕 Featuring a lot of Lyle x Ter'ran and Ka'am and Quaritch! Hope you guys enjoy! I'm busy on the follow up on this, but since it takes a while, I figured instead of one massive story, to divide it into two!
As the silence hit, Ka'am, who walked over to his own corner, grabbed some of his homemade powerful tobacco.. Watching his prisoner who had no chains, robes or anything that would hold him here. For Quaritch exhaled and got himself to focus better after sensing all scents around him, he knew he had to focus well in order to get out of there, with Lyle.. Who seemed to have been a pain in the ass as always. If it wasnt for his bold behavior, there werent here by now. "I feel like your nature isnt so common with negotiation. But I was hoping we could come down to some kind of agreeance. Something that would suit us both" Quaritch decided to take a gentle approach, leaving Ka'am to glare while he inhaled some of the smoke before letting it blow out through his nose, putting his pipe away. "Why would you think I'd care to negotiate.." Ka'am replied, allowing the tension to build up, for Quaritch narrowed his eyes a bit while he didnt move. "You wouldnt want to watch those two for ages would you. I feel like you have better things to do. I can take those off your shoulders" Quaritch dared to say, keeping an eye on Ka'am who looked him in the eye once, before he slowly lingered in the room with a threatening aura. "I have men and women to do that for me, so that excuse shall not help you" Ka'am said before he stood still, but Quaritch wasnt done yet. "You or them, it takes a lot of time.. Its still thrown away time in my eyes." "So what do you suggest? Run off, and take your kind with you, whatever you may be" Ka'am said with a glare. Quaritch still had not explained what he was exactly. Sure, he had navi skin. Navi breathing.. Navi heartbeat, but his muscles were outstanding compared to the usual. His ears were different, the hair was uncommon. Despite Ka'am's major curiosity which was uncommon on this rate that he was on.. He felt like it distracted him, and he was tired of having to watch them. It was confusing. Part of him wanted to know every detail of them.. Or more so, him. But he knew this could make him distracted in a way that would show a weak link.. and thats the thing that pissed Ka'am off for now.
Not only that, but having found out somehow his second in command, Ter'ran, had been mixing himself in a way he couldnt figure out yet.. It made Ka'am make decisions two steps ahead before people could catch up. he felt betrayed by the fact Ter'ran had kept it a secret, in the hope no one would see, but like Quaritch, Ka'am saw everything and would find out sooner or later. Meanwhile as Quaritch noticed Ka'am thinking, trying to come with the best solution, Naraya ran into the room, bowing gently before saying what happened. "Our great leader.. The prisoner, has woken up, and is very.. defensive about anything. He wont low down the voice either". That was the final drop for Ka'am. "i'm tired of having to deal with your kind. You might as well take yourself out, your 'friend' included" Ka'am said as he glared at Quaritch, who was surprised about the sudden kick out, but he could sense this wasnt going to be easy despite a door literally just opened. Having given a small sign to naraya, she poked Quaritch with a stick to make him go in a specific direction, noticing he wasnt having it "Keep that thing away from me-" "Move alien" naraya said despite she had her ears folded.. Quaritch was intimidating, but she knew she had to follow orders from ka'am as she always did. As they all had moved up towards the specific cells, Naraya had gotten the hint and info from Ka'am to open the doors, for Lyle took his chance to immediately go out, but Ter'ran.. Sensed this wasnt going to be fun. "You both. Leave the terrain.. Away, and do not look back." "Oh? So now your beloved leader decided to let us go. I aint going without him" Lyle said as Quaritch glared, knowing he was going to be the biggest pain in the ass. "Lyle. I'm your only way out-" "I dont fucking care. I dont even want it" Lyle said as Quaritch tried to talk to Lyle, but he really seemed ultimately pissed off despite all of this was his own fault.
"no. fight me all you want. " he said as he noticed Ka'am watching them all behave, as his eyes did give him the major chills, yet the idiot.. decided to go over the limits. "You know.. You- The way you treat your men is insane. You're bull. You treat your second in command like garbage, like a PRISONER. How sick do you have to be to pull that huh?" Lyle said as he approached Ka'am, pointing at him as it was the biggest danger one could think off.. two followers of Ka'am protected him by holding their bow and arrow towards Lyle, but Ka'am.. Who had a silent rage inside of him already, watched Lyle as he saw him far below himself.. "you want to get us killed?!" Ter'ran whispered for Ka'am watched them in silence, looking at Ter'ran before showing one small sight to lyle.. It took a while before any message came through again, the whole room felt extremelt tense. "Alright.." Ka'am only said, making Ter'ran feel a chill down his spine. "Ter'ran-" "You son of a bitch, dont you dare hurt him-" "LYLE." The second Lyle assumed Ka'am would do something cruel, Quaritch stepped in before Lyle could get them all killed, calling him firmly as the silence then hit again.. "Is it true?" Ka'am asked like it was the most normal thing there was, watching Ter'ran step closer to Ka'am who had called him before. Two guards held Lyle away from this all, as he watched closely.. Protective. "Do you wish to not be here" Ka'am said low and dark, for Ter'ran felt hopeless in this whole situation.. "I-.." Ter'ran couldnt talk, but it made it clear for Ka'am.. With a simple nod, he made Naraya step forward, for she grabbed his arm, and cut off a single piece of leather at his arm.. With that, he now was banned from the group. Broken loyalty. "Let them go, far away from here" Ka'am demanded as everyone made Lyle, Quaritch and Ter'ran now form together in a group.. "Step one foot among these grounds, and I'll kill you myself. Your group included" Ka'am gave his last warning towards Quaritch and the others, stepping away as they had no chance to say anything anymore. Ter'ran knew what hit him, but feeling Lyle so close and protective, made him focus on getting out of there before the arrows would follow..
"Common.. Lets get the hell out of here" Lyle said as he noticed Ter'ran being silent, going over his arm that used to have that specific piece around it.. Before frowning of some kind of anger and getting out of there.. "They dont deserve you- You know that right" Lyle kept on confirming that he found Ka'am's behavior a piece of shit.. Seeing Ter'ran hurt in some type of way made Lyle especially furious.. But at this rate, he hadnt thought of how Quaritch and the rest of the team would respond to Lyle's invite for Ter'ran. "you can be part of us now. Its gonna be so much better than how he treated you.-" "so he's suddenly part of our group?" Quaritch said as he glared at Lyle, mainly because this whole occurence was his fault. "if you want to fight me for it be my guest." Lyle said very pissed, protecting Ter'ran in his own way while they went out of the part that Ka'am claimed of his own. Just the glare of Quaritch at this rate sent Lyle to furious mode. "you really want to test me right now colonel?" He said almost as an invite to a fight.. Making Ter'ran come through. "Come Lyle.. We've had enough for one day" He said as he kept on walking, but Lyle kept watching Quaritch who showed no mercy at this rate. "watch your tongue corporal. You've done enough illegal stuff for one day" he said pissed as well, looking back as he could just feel those piercing eyes from Ka'am burn into his back.. Looking around a bit to see if he could find them, before following both Ter'ran and Lyle away from here.
After a while, Ter'ran noticed they were out of Ka'am's territory, mentioning it to the two for Lyle and Quaritch had a rocky road the whole time with each other.. "If you would've just listened and not taken your own decisions for ONCE, We're lucky to be even alive" Quaritch eventually said as they had an ongoing argument for hours now.. Making Lyle reach his boiling point. "Since when are you scared? I'm so sick and tired of you all the sudden taking different routes. Fucking admit you have a weak spot because of-" "no. he's right." Ter'ran interupted as he leaned against a tree, being less forward than usual because the realization of the banishment hit him.. "This is one of the most rare occassions that any prisoners got out. In the years i've been around Ka'am. this is a first. Just acknowledge it please. Stop making a fight all the time" Ter'ran said as Quaritch glared but Lyle almost smirked, thinking this wasnt aimed at him. "I dont take orders kid." he replied, for Ter'ran folded his ears and glared. "I wasnt talking to you" he said before continuing to walk for Lyle realized it was aimed at him.. Trying to shake it off a little as he sensed Ter'ran wasnt feeling it, which made him more cautiois for once. As he continued walking, the other two followed, doing the same. "Well despite your lame ass 'friend' or leader whatever you may call it... If its so rare for him to do so, why did he do it anyhow" "I honestly dont know. He never leaves anyone alive.. No prisoner ever came out of there" Ter'ran said as he kept walking, feeling a little bit more at ease now that they were out of his grounds. "We're 'offically' off his huntinh grounds, so we should be safe from here on out.." Ter'ran said before the group from Quaritch did a sneak attack towards Ter'ran, making sure that he wasnt going anywhere.. But of course they couldnt know that Ter'ran wasnt there to lure them or do anything bad.. But it sure drove Lyle mad.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU FUCKING-" Lyle said as he fought his own men the second they dared to touch Ter'ran or pushed him onto the ground with hiccups due to the man's build and strength.. Eventually being able to pull them away or even hit them firmly.. Leaving Quaritch to call for them to bacj off. "He's no harm... Yet. But keep an eye on him. On Lyle too.. Especially after today" Quaritch said with a glare as he passed the teo, as the squad followed.. "You're okay?" "I'm fine" Ter'ran said pissed, pushing himself up again while hitting Lyle's hand to make him step back a little, before following the group, making Lyle who watched Ter'ran's body language just shake his head. "The hell you're not." he whispered before following.. All going back to bridgehead.
Quaritch had not explained in detail to the group what happened, for he himself felt like he didnt feel like explaining. There was so much to it, but he did make sure to eat and drink well.. since that was something Ka'am had no mercy for.. As he got himself back together, he kept an eye in Lyle and the so called Ter'ran.. Who still was not feeling comfortable.. Despite Quaritch still had quite some questions, he had his own mind swirling. Full of thoughts, wanting answers. Just merely being drawn to something he hadnt seen before. But most importantly, almost what seemed to be daydreaming about deadly eyes that seemed different to him... Meanwhile as Quaritch just felt like puzzling in his own complicated mind, Lyle was right next to Ter'ran who was not behaving like himself in his eyes. Lyle however made sure everyone backed off far enough when the recom squad wanted to try and put ter'ran somewhere locked.. Considering he was a 'wild' navi to them..
"Tell me what the fuck there is and quit the bullshit Ter'ran. I aint know you like this.." Lyle said as he stayed near despite his frustration. Seeing his loved one so near made him feel all kinds of things, and now that they were out of ka'am's control for a bit, he didnt feel like parting an inch anytime soon. "You really dont realize huh.. Your peanut brain sure seems active" Ter'ran said snappy, making Lyle glare but not in a true angry way. "I've been banned. Lyle-" "The fuck- When did that happen?" Lyle said obliviously in which Ter'ran sighed so loudly. "god I just want to hit you so badly-" "What way?" Lyle said with a smirk as he stood in a way he knew Ter'ran would love.. But instead he did receive a slap in the face by ter'ran. "I wanted to say be my fucking guest if it helps you- Just hold on for a minute cowboy" Lyle said rather direct, going over his cheek that he got hit with before stepping more close to Ter'ran who leaned against a metal wall somewhwre in bridgehead.. His arms crossed now.. Despite all he didnt even feel like fighting when Ter'ran hit him in the face.. He could tell the man was destressed.. "JUST- i dont like seeing you like this. Okay?? I know you as someone who's as daring and bold as I am.. Whats gotten into you?" Lyle said as Ter'ran glared almost with a follow up of a hiss. "you see this, its- Why would I even explain at this rate, you're too oblivious to realize-" "TELL me now or I will make sure you'll talk" Lyle said as Ter'ran sighed more soft.. Pointing at his arm.
"Each member of our clan.. Would make this thing around our arm.. Its stuff that only breaks when you cut it with a specific knife. Its supposedy should be there at all times, like a loyalty. I broke the loyalty, so I'm banned from the grounds until further notice" "And this bugs you because??? You've always been a rebel. Do you even remember what we started with" Lyle said out in the open, being focused on his man as Ter'ran pushed him away a bit in a TSK way.. before replying. "I always was a bit of an outcast.. Now I dont belong to anything-" "That 'friend' of yours sure made a big ass impacr on you. Who the fuck cares if you're part of something. The way that.. Kalal dude treated you.. Thats no respect, or good measure.. He shitted on you in ways I didnt even know people could-" "Its ka'am-" Ka'am-Kalal he can suck it. No need to defend his name here Ter'ran because newsflash.. He BANNED you" Lyle said pretty angry, before sighing, letting his own rough hand wipe over his face. "But hey- His loss.. you're part of our group now-" "Says who.." "Says me" Lyle said pretty damn clear, taking it really serious for Ter'ran looked around. "The last time your welcoming group was near, they tried to lock me up. Thats quite an invite" Ter'ran said realistically, making Lyle look around with a glare in case they tried anything. "They have to get used to someone whose intimidating.. I bet you can floor them all.. I'd happily watch that" Lyle said before he noticed Ter'ran's ears fold out of slight discomfort.. "Hey- Realize as well.. Look at us, back again" Lyle said as he stepped closer to wrap his hands around the man's bare waist.. Pulling him closer as Ter'ran avoided a little bit of eye contact, watching Lyle's chest while listening.. "You belong to me okay. This is my world. You're part of it. You'll always have a home here. No matter if they'll make it difficult for me. I'll kick everyone's ass" He said as Ter'ran eventually laughed once "You have no idea how stupid that sounds" he said before looking up.. Making the realization hit Lyle was indeed back after all those years.. As their eyes met in a place where they were allowed to.. Ter'ran almost felt his breath taken away for a second as he could see clear throigh them.. Which made him reach out to Lyle's face.. Going over his skin and cheek..
"You're not gonna cry are you? I can see why.. I baffle alot of people" "I fucking hate you" ter'ran said before Lyle sensed someone passing them "Yeah keep on walking PAL. You fucking better-" Lyle said as he was like the worst pitbull, glaring and almosg hissing at the individual who passed them who pretty much ran away at this point.. Small things like that were exactly the things that Ter'ran was obsessed about.. With that.. Ter'ran just leaned more into Lyle before making him look back.. "So where were we?" Lyle said swept away the second he felt assurance from Ter'ran.. something he so deeply missed. His other half. Before ter'ran hummed.. Loving to see where this man is heading with his mind.. But even before anything could escalate.. Lyle heard footsteps coming towards them. "You've got to be-" "Easy Lyle. I rather not fire you for being inconsiderate to your environment" Quaritch said rather clear as he glared "I aint ashamed. You know full well you gave no fucks back in the day. Get your own" Lyle said without much thought as he kept on holding on Ter'ran, having no intentions on letting go for the next hours. Before he sighed. "What do you want Colonel" he asked as Quaritch looked at Ter'ran. "I need you to show some more respect. And second, do not allow me to catch you both out in the open. You owe me an explanation. Now go before you disturb everyone around you-" Quaritch said loud and clear for Lyle was about to have an argument, but Ter'ran who at this rate knew better, pulled Lyle along to go somewhwre more private.. Even Quaritch knew what was to occur, sighing as he looked around before watching the sun turn to darkness..
Quaritch was feeling a little out of place for once. Not that he shared that with the rest.. He was secretive in his own way.. His mind kept on questioning things he, despite all his own experiences which he had many off, had never felt or seen before. Being a navi now, it was easy to just go outside and take a breather, unlike being a human, trapped in those 'containers with oxygen'.. Always being watched.. He wanted some peace of mind, but along that thought, he wanted to dig.. see where things could lead. It was like a whirlwind inside of his brain. While he wanted to find some way out of it, all the sudden, while sitting outside with eclipse, he swore to have seen something watch him.. For Quaritch sat on the metal floor that poked slightly over the jungle below him.. He narrowed eyes as he sat up.. Unlike most who would call 'hello' he just waited, before hearing something move in the bushes..
Out of pure instinct, he grabbed his gun and pointed, just waiting for any type of movement. But nothing seemed to be there. At least, that was what whatever there was wanted you to think. Not shooting but waiting, he decided to stand there for as long as he felt like, eventually hearing some type of movement, but invisible to the eye. Quaritch's gut told him something was out there.. But he couldnt see a thing.. Making him stand there for a whole hour before going back in.. At this rate, it was about past midnight, so most doctors, scientists and most employees were off to bed.. Quaritch, who at first was aiming for the same thing, saw an opportunity when he saw the unused computers, deciding to do one more check to see if his gut was wrong or right.. Turning the camera towards the outside area he had been sitting, he activated the specific lense in which you could see the temperatures.. Noticing a slight figure, around the bush he heard movement for a split second. He couldnt make out of it of what it was.. but after trying several lenses that the whole system had.. He finally saw it. A whole thanator had been laying on the ground, as silent as the wind, for no one to notice, but Quaritch deeply inside did.. 'why would a thanator rest there.. Or more importantly, watch.' he thought, narrowing his eyes as his tail subconsciously moved a little. Even if he would've shot, the thanator's skin is too thick to get through.. No matter what would happen, that animal would be able to stay under the radar. He realized these animals are much more advanced than the ones back at earth..
But Quaritch had a feeling this was much more thought out than what it seemed.. Through the electronics, he couldnt see much other than the shape of a thanator.. Making him grab his binoculars.. And to his surprise notices right there, the animal went back in more deep into the jungle.. Watching it through the binoculars, he noticed one specific scar.. One of an animal he had seen upclose not a few hours ago. "Son of a bitch.." he whispered.. Figuring it out. That definitely made him push even further.. He was wide awake. He didnt want to sleep.. All he wanted to do now, is track the damn beast, see where it would lead to.. Without much distractions, Quaritch shut any relation to his search down before going to his own room, getting some things ready.
As the thanator was crawling through the jungle, like the best hunter around, almost replicating his owner's behavior.. It perfectly walked up to Ka'am's liar.. All ka'am's followers usually stepped aside for his thanator at any moment. Ka'am, who was sitting on his somewhat throne, breathing out the usual smoke as he certainly was having more of it due to the big occurences the last hours... he sighed.. Having his eyes closed as he needed the extra.. Nicotine or whatever was in that heavy stuff he smoked. Hearing the breathing of his thanator, he opened his eyes as he snapped the large animal to come near him, right next to his throne. As it lend out one of his connecting pieces to make tsaheylu.. Ka'am quickly connected his own Kuru before watching what his thanator had been watching.. Keeping an eye on the specific recom that had seemed to itch Ka'am with curiosity. Looking through every detail that the Thanator had been watching.. Ka'am somehow now through the animal's memory looked better in Quaritch' eyes, throwing him off almost.. As if he felt like the man was having the same thoughts as he did.. Which would've been the first in his entire existence...
Due to that exact thought, Ka'am just abruptly disconnected his Kuru before gently going over his thanator's side of the face. 'Well done..' He showed in appreciation, exhaling once more with his smoke before stepping up.. "Lets get you something nice to eat.." He whispered in navi, walking out of his room and out of his whole 'home' before wanting to hunt something down for the thanator to eat. Of course the huge animal could hunt on his own, but he had been spying on Quaritch for Ka'am for hours.. and Ka'am with hunting for thr animal, showed his appreciation, and allows him to save his energy. As they walked out, one of ka'am's followers, watched them as Naraya saw them leave as well. "You'd almost say he'd care more for that beast than us.". With an easy 'TEHE', Naraya scared the one person, correcting them on saying such a thing. Ka'am did care.. In his own way, but if some didnt show that respect, there was no way he'd even consider to show his. Naraya knew this, and she was as loyal as one could think off.
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btcwriting · 2 years ago
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Sem Gets Thrown in a Lake
I’m trying to write some short pieces to get more into the habit of writing regularly. I’m trying to get better at content warnings as well. If you see something in one of my pieces of writing that should be warned for (and isn’t), please let me know!
CWs: Chain restraint, drowning, attempted murder, disorientation, retching.
The moon was high in the sky over the lake as the man in the dark pinstripe suit watched his associates finish connecting the chains to the solid concrete block. Two of them held tight to the younger red haired man the chains connected to to make sure he had no chance of escape. Shackles around his wrists and ankles linked together and to the thicker chains around the block. The young man watched them as they worked, tense, knowing that he was likely already past the point of no return. Still he kept alert for an opening just in case.
After a final check, one of the henchmen gave the man in the pinstripe suit a thumbs up. “He’s ready, boss.”
“Good.” The boss stepped up, clicked his cane on the dock, and gave the young man one last scathing glance-over. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for too long, Semsenir. That ends tonight. Any last words?”
Sem took a deep breath. He shot back at the crime leader with his one-eyed glare, the other hidden under the chaotic points of his rusty red hair. “This won’t die with me. There are plenty of people ready to step up if I disappear. You won’t succeed.” His tone was level and confident despite the strong clench of his fists.
“Typical.” The boss rolled his eyes. “Anything else, Robin Hood?”
“You’ve ruined the lives of hundreds of people and ended hundreds more. The price you owe for your actions is coming due, and when it does, it’ll be the end for you.” Sem promised him. “It’s only a matter of time.”
“Alright, that’s enough of that.” The boss clicked his cane again. “Give your friends down there my regards.” He sneered as he stepped out of the way and pointed his cane towards the end of the dock. “Toss ‘im.”
The rough hands of the henchmen grabbed him tighter and picked him up, with a few of the burliest ones picking up the concrete block and hauling it as they marched him the rest of the way to the end of the wooden dock. Sem gave a couple good attempts to kick the men holding him, but his struggling was mostly useless. His only kick that connected garnered nothing more than a soft grunt, and the men didn’t even slow down.
The men braced their feet on the edge of the dock, and with a well practiced movement they looked at each other and then swung Sem and the block back and threw them out into the lake. Sem pulled in as much of a breath as he could, but barely held onto it as his back connected with the water and the ice cold waves washed over him.
Before he could orient himself, the chains pulled taught and yanked him down by his hands and feet. Water rushed past his body, the sensation of bubbles and layers of suspended particles overwhelming his senses as the weight dragged him down into the dark depths of the lake. Sem fought to keep the air in his lungs as the pressure crushed him. His ears popped violently, and finally a jolt ran through him as the concrete block hit the bottom. Dazed, he twisted around in the chains, trying to figure out where he was, his ankles pulling him upright but his wrists tugged behind him.
Sem blinked, trying to take in his surroundings, but the murky water remained oppressively dark even after his eyes adjusted. The freezing blackness bit into every muscle of his body, sapping the warmth from his core bit by bit with every movement. He had no idea how long it had been or how deep he was, but his lungs already burned. He tried to move his hands to grab his chains, to tug and feel if he could get any give, but his hands were going numb. They refused to tell him anything.
He bit his tongue to try to distract from the steadily increasing pain in his lungs, but it could only help for so long. He tugged his arms anyways, thrashing against the chains, but they only dug into his wrists more. The talons of inevitability wrapped around his lungs, slowly tightening and threatening to make them burst. He felt the desperation welling up and the fear trying to force its way into his mind, but he tried to keep it down. He had to stay calm to have any chance to get out of this and enable it to have a good ending. He told himself he had to stay calm over and over, even as the window for that good ending was slowly and agonizingly closing.
The more he struggled the more his breath clawed up his throat, until finally it escaped. He opened his mouth, unable to deal with the pain anymore, and gulped in the water. Immediately he convulsed, coughing, his air escaping in plumes and racing back to the surface. The more he coughed the more water was pulled in, and no matter how his chest spasmed and gasped it only filled with the icy grip of the water. The rest of his body soon fell numb, and however his lungs worked he could only feel his mouth desperately gaping for a breath, jolting in a cough now and then.
Without even the memory of fresh air left in him, his senses lost focus again. The only thing that he could latch onto was the darkness that had finally started to part above him, revealing the pinpoint of light dozens of feat above him, a single shaft of light reaching down towards him from the silver moon. He looked up, trying to focus on it, but only managed to see his last sliver of hope warp and dim as his vision darkened, and left him floating deep into the void of unconsciousness.
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<Sem.>
<Wake up, Sem.>
He felt an invasive prod press into his consciousness, forcefully stirring it. A voice, quiet but with a distinct presence, pulled his attention out of the nothingness.
<Sem, it’s an hour until sunrise. If you’re ever going to leave, now’s the time to do it.>
Sem tried to place the voice. He knew who it was, he recognized it, but he couldn’t hold onto the thread long enough to remember in his brain’s anaerobic state. His consciousness drifted, threatening to be dragged back into the void.
<Do you need my help, Sem?>
He tried to pull his thoughts back from the brink of oblivion again. Sunrise. Time. Leaving. … Water.
He was in the lake. He couldn’t feel his body anymore, couldn’t even tell if it was still there. He didn’t know how to get out, or if he even could. He was still alive- he was always alive, whether he wanted to be or not. But that didn’t mean he could fix it on his own.
He finally managed to muster the words and point them back consciously into his own mind. Please help me.
<Alright, hold on Sem. I’ll get you out in a jiffy.>
Somewhere in the darkness, pressure was applied more tightly to his limbs, and then disappeared entirely. A pinpoint in his vision slowly started to grow, shimmering at first, an illusion, until it was steady, a white image that quickly took over his sight and drew him towards it until his face broke the surface.
A tug pulled him through the water until he finally felt rocks and gravel touch his hands, and then his feet. The uneven texture let him grasp at something, fighting against the ache of his frozen muscles. He tried to pull himself along, but wound up mostly drug out of the lake by his companion. Finally he was dropped on the bank, and with a solid slap of a cold tail against his back, the convulsions started again, but this time pushing out the water for good.
Sem managed to push himself up on his elbows just enough to let the water drop away from him as he coughed violently. The warm air welcomed itself into his lungs, allowing him to keep coughing until his throat was raw. As his organs finally started to wake up again he felt himself retch, more lake water forcefully expelling itself from his stomach along with everything else that had been frozen in the pit of his stomach all night. 
<That’s better.>
Sem glanced over at this companion, a plump snake-like creature with soft pink eyes and a jet-black body that absorbed all light. Sem blinked the spots out of his eyes, now registering the rocky shore underneath them and the vegetation nearby. The moon was inching close to the horizon, a sure sigh that the night was coming to an end. He took deep breaths, trying to find words, but could ultimately only choke out his companion’s name. “Aristol?”
<Yup. I guess you were more out of it than I thought. Anyways, we should definitely get out of here before the sun comes up. You’re probably already reported dead.>
Sem managed to make a questioning noise, and got another response easily. <They had a guy out here for a good hour after they put you in the water to make sure you stayed there. Anywhere that you could have popped up, he would have seen. So, as far as anyone there is concerned, you’re dead. If you show up again, no doubt it’ll raise questions.>
“Oh. Of course.” Sem sighed. He tipped over on his side, giving his body a rest on the ground for a few moments as the feeling came back in more of his muscles. “Well, that’s gonna mess up everything.”
<You could just leave. You did what you could already.>
Sem considered the suggestion silently, his heartbeat and breathing finally approaching their normal rhythms. “No. Came this far… Gotta make sure he goes to jail. Just quieter.”
He felt the shadow creature roll its eyes and flick its nubby head tendrils. <Of course. Well, you’re not in any condition to help with anything until you get some rest.>
“Yeah.” After two tries, Sem managed to push himself to his feet and stumble far enough to lean on a tree for a moment. “Aristol…. Let’s get back to the apartment. Then…. We can both eat. And sleep.”
<Fine with me.> Aristol rose and slid through the air back to Sem’s side, and then disappeared into a dark fold of his clothes, and his voice echoed in Sem’s mind again. <We’ll take the quick way, since you of course shouldn’t be seen on the streets anymore.>
“Sure.” Semsenir agreed, and with a flash of dark weightlessness, he slipped away from his watery grave.
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ficrecsbybu · 3 years ago
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WinterIron fic rec 2021: Part I
Note: this fic rec consists only of Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark fics. the only Stucky & Stony you might see is as past relationships but that’s it. it’s also complete works ONLY. also - no underage stuff 🔪.  if you have any requests for Winteriron fic recs (for e.g non-superpower au, only one shots, series, hardcore smut, post-tws, college au, not team cap friendly fics, bodyguard au etc.) you can send me requests ^^. anyway... enjoy 😉 
✨ The Guiding of Death by RayShippouUchiha
“That whole Merchant of Death thing,” someone off to the side faux whispers, “makes a lot more sense now.”
It echoes across the bridge like a gunshot. 
Rated M, Hades & Persephone AU, Canon Divergence, always female Tony Stark, not Team Cap friendly. word count: 41391
(note: listen... I know het pairings and/or gender bend is not popular and I never really read those in general BUT this is straight up one of the best fics I have ever read so I NEEDED to share this with y’all...✌️)
✨ Forms of Love by bear_bell
Tony's the bad guy, after all. He's used to it. He's fine with it. He's good at it.
Only now, there's something far worse loitering around the tower - The Winter Soldier. No one notices the guy at first, but when they do, Tony figures that he should have the soldier's back.
Birds of a feather should flock together, and the bad guys should start a book club.
Rated E, Post-CW, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, Team Iron Man. word count: 33591
✨ Looking at You by NotEvenCloseToStraight
Bucky looks for so long that now all he wants to do is touch and hold and fix everything. But Tony can barely be in the same room as Bucky, cant even look him in the eye. So Bucky doesn't know what to do about Tony, but he is determined to do something. Because all he wants is to look at Tony, and see Tony looking back with a smile.
Rated E, Post-CW, PTSD, team heals, mental healing, forgiveness, angst with a happy ending. word count: 28,168
✨ I'll Be Your Bodyguard (If You'll Be My Security Blanket) by NarutoRox
When one of Loki's pranks gone wrong leaves the team with a young Winter Soldier in their care, they know they're going to have their hands full. Especially since this newer, tinier version of Bucky seems to have a bodyguard complex - and a particular attachment to Tony.
Rated T, kid fic, age regression/de-aging, de-aged Bucky, tiny bodyguard Bucky. word count: 4,993. 
(note: finally something CUTE. Im so sorry for being such a slut for angst and heavy stuff 😅)
✨ Fate Strings Not Required by Akira_of_the_Twilight
Tony took the hint.
Tony wrapped his hand around the new guy’s elbow. He kept his touch light and breakable in case he’d misread the cue.
“Just some guy claiming to be my soul mate, babe.”
The new guy’s eyebrows rose to his hairline in surprise. He chuckled and gave the first guy a smirk. “Strange. Last time I checked we were soul mates.”
Rated T, AU - no superpowers, AU - soulmates, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, age difference. word count: 7,032.
✨ Shameless  by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)
Tony isn’t actually sure which of them starts it—he’d like to take credit, but if he’s learned anything it’s that Barnes is by no means a wilting flower. Besides, the start doesn’t matter as much as figuring out who’s going to actually finish it.
rated M, flirting, dirty talk, sexual tension. word count: 2,560
✨ Winter Wooer by salytierra
Winter may not be the most pleasant guy to live or share your body with, but he isn't nearly as destructive as everybody expected him to be either. He likes to brood in the corners, watch British TV, and freak people out. And Tony. He really, really likes Tony Stark. There's just one problem – Bucky's pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way about the guy.
Rated M, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, team as family. word count: 8,726
✨ Even Darkness Must Pass by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)
“Fake it till you make it,” Bucky whispered to himself, swallowing around his panic. Sam had drilled the idea into him, and it had become a mantra of sorts, something to hold onto when all he wanted to do was blend into the shadows and disappear.
“You’ll be fine.”
Steve placed a warm, strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezed, his super soldier ears having picked up Bucky uttering the now familiar saying.
Bucky nodded, tried to believe his own words, and followed Steve onto the common floor, a wall of sound hitting them as they entered.
rated M (but mild sexual content), parent Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes recovering, team as family, of love and hobbits 🧝🏻‍♂️. word count: 15,289
✨ Paths Are Made by Walking by Potrix 
The road to recovery is long, winding and a different one for every person walking it. Bucky chooses to help himself the only way he knows how; by doing what he does best.
Or, alternatively; the one in which Tony is a mess and accidentally kick-starts Bucky’s protective mother hen instincts.
rated T, post-TWS, fluff, humour, getting together, idiots in love. word count: 4,744.
✨ Rise In Perfect Light (Be Not Fearful Of The Night) by RayShippouUchiha
At first, the new element singing in his chest, Tony doesn’t understand what he’s done.
Doesn’t understand the full consequences of his actions.
But, to be fair, there’s no way he really could have.
Not even a futurist like him could have ever seen this coming.
rated G, post-CW, past Stony, angst with a happy ending. word count: 3,589.
(note: this fic is SO BEAUTIFUL. lemme just asjkdjnsjkdm)
✨ and amidst the ruins, there was you by TheKitteh
With everything resolved - post the Berlin conflict, Siberia and the rogue Avengers' return - Tony relishes in the clarity of what the team is now. He can finally see the well-defined lines, he can rely on solid rules and the chain of command. He's settled into his life like never before.
That is, until one day, an unhinged sorcerer with no grasp on his magic shatters that new-found balance.
As a result, half of Tony's soul is now gone, but he's willing to do anything to get it back.
rated T, post-CW, canon divergence, au - Dystopia, Dimension Travel, magical accidents, slow burn, getting together. word count: 36,976
✨ and so we unfold by TheKitteh
Senbazuru. Thousand Cranes.
An ancient Japanese legend that promises anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a wish by the gods. Some stories believe you are granted happiness and eternal good luck, instead of just one wish, such as long life or recovery from illness or injury.
Bucky’s not big on believing in any legends, not after all that has happened. He just wants to create something for a change, not destroy.
He needs to prove himself that he can be trusted to handle something delicate. He doesn’t need a promise of a wish come true. He just,- needs to do this for himself.
He doesn’t need noticing how sad, tired Stark looks. Doesn’t need to want to do something for the man, when he can barely do anything for himself.
rated T, CACW canon divergence, getting together, reconciliation, POV alternating, Bucky Barnes recovering. word count: 14,449
✨ Spilt on the Ground like Water by tisfan
Tony has been black-bagged and illegally held at the Raft. Steve has no intentions of going to rescue him.
But the Winter Soldier isn't going to leave him behind.
rated E, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, implied/referenced torture, frottage, dub-con, mention of part non-con (HYDRA trash party), not Steve friendly, suicidal thoughts, touch-starved. word count: 10,853
✨ Norns, Save Us (From Ourselves) by phlintandsteel
It’s been ten years since half the universe was dusted.
rated E, post-IW au, A/B/O verse, Omega Tony, Alpha Bucky, Soulmates, Peter & Harley playing matchmaker, still recovering Bucky Barnes, not Steve Rogers Friendly, angst with a happy ending. word count: 37,324.
✨ Change You Like A Remix by ficlicious 
No one ever said Avenging would be easy, but Bucky could have really used a memo about the weeks where the hits just didn’t stop coming. He’d probably still have signed his soul away to the gods of spandex and paperwork, but a heads up woulda been nice before he nodded and smiled and took up residence in the house sanity fled when the Avengers moved in.
---- Soulmates, misunderstandings, snark, genderswap and sleep-deprived Avengers abound. Tony's a woman. Must be Friday.
rated E, AU - soulmates, established relationship, temporary gender swap, jealous Bucky Barnes, misunderstanding, miscommunication. word count: 10,494.
✨ Getting to Know You by orbingarrow
It had been an adventure, navigating the sweetly apologetic Bucky Barnes, who haunted the tower most days, and the the Winter Soldier, who occasionally inhabited Barnes’s body. The Winter Soldier was not apologetic; he was scary. And he was currently chilling out, uninvited, in Tony's lab.
“Leave,” Tony said, because Tony was either a dead man or not, and there wasn’t much he could do about it before coffee.
“Or you could give me permission to be here,” the Winter Soldier suggested.
“I don’t let strangers poke around my stuff,” Tony grumbled, as he walked past the Soldier to take a seat at his workbench.
“Easily solved,” the Soldier deflected. “Get to know me.”
-This is what happens when Tony does.
rated G, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are different personalities, fluff, Clint Barton is a good bro. word count: 9,470
✨ Safe House by ali_aliska
For years, Tony had successfully kept his secret. Neither the world nor his team knew he was Iron Man and as far as he was concerned, everyone was better off that way. On his best days, Tony Stark was not someone people liked and trusted, so the last thing Tony wanted was to tarnish Iron Man’s good reputation by revealing the truth.
But then SHIELD falls, the Avengers face disarray, and a stray Hydra assassin forces Tony to go into hiding—and where better than the safe house he had just crafted for the Avengers and their own ex-assassin ready to come in from the cold?
Tony plans to hide away from everyone in his makeshift workshop until the coast is clear and he’s safe to go home. No one would care to spend any time with the reclusive, arrogant billionaire anyways, right? Iron Man is the one everyone wants around.
Bucky Barnes, on his own journey to reclaim his life and identity, seems to disagree with that sentiment.
rated T, post TWS, canon divergence, au - Secret Identity, mutual pining, team as family, slow burn, misunderstandings. word count: 89,533
✨ Versace on the floor by withered
The modern man’s armor is his clothing, and Bucky wants Tony out of his.
rated T,  post CW, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Separate Personalities, Barnes & Soldier & their hard-on for Tony, not team cap friendly. word count: 2,127 
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turtleedovee · 3 years ago
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i don’t know what to say
to the *double checks to make sure i’m not going insane* ONE THOUSAND PEOPLE who have seen my story:
thank you :)
i know i’ve been lagging on an update but school is no joke rn and my extra curricular activities are also kicking my ass rn but im happy to report i’ve been slowly writing the next chapter :)
SOOOOOO IN HONOR OF THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION!!!—
here is a lil snippet of what is to come :) hopefully it doesn’t take another 4 months to upload
Beads of sweat began forming on her temples, her back was towards the bag elbowing it and finished the rest of the turn with a kick, she fell into a steady rhythm with the bag, throwing in different combinations at it; nothing satisfied her more than to watch the bag violently swing back and forth with each hit and kick that she landed on it, the cream color of the bag began to stain brown from the dirt that was racked up at the bottom of her shoe.
He shoved the hand full of letters into her hands and bolted in the other direction.
You know I thought since we were on a different continent I might be able to send these
This time… I didn’t steal anyone's identity.
These are good men, I don’t need you to corrupt them.
Listen, under no circumstances are you allowed to fight, am I clear?”
She clenched her jaw, “Yes, sir.”
She left his office, determination set in her eyes
A snarl left her throat as every hit began getting rougher, less calculated and more reckless. The soft melody that was there before was now replaced with counts of hits that no longer followed a specific rhythm, the chains were now piercing shrieks that overpowered the low yet fast hits of the bag. She zeroed in on the bag, picturing every single person and or thing that caused her pain. If she couldn’t take it out on a person, her only though was that she was glad it was on this lifeless, sand-filled bag of–
“I hate to be the guy that puts you in a corner.”
Flinching, she turned to see who’s voice interrupted her, but before the dust could settle, the bag swung back for revenge and hit her in her ribs, knocking her on the ground and the wind out of her.
“Crap, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to distract you I was just–” He stepped into the light, the warm yellows from the light and room contrasting with his blue eyes, somehow making them even brighter.
He reached out to help her off the ground, his calloused hands were cold in comparison to hers, which were warm from the constant hitting. He glanced at her hands, then knuckles; they were red and the skin was rough, he ran his thumbs along each ridge.
ALSO ALSO— i used artbreeder to make Lissette and how she would look like… would anyone actually be interested in it if i posted it??
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hawksugarbaby · 3 years ago
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Todoroki x reader- Fix you with gold
Angst + Villain reader Au
Quirk: kintsugi- you can manipulate strings of gold hardening it as soon as you need to you can also remelt it.
Crimson lights flooded the bare brick room as you watched from the corner waiting for your dear hero to wake up. Shoto todoroki. You had been well acquainted a few years back. When you haven't been coined as (y/n) (y/ln) the UA traitor but now, well not so much for obvious reasons.
Thankfully, the boy you had once loved more than anything was chained up against a chair with his head hanging low avoiding the glare of the red filter. No no this isn't your boring old yandere simulator storyline. You had no intentions of killing everyone who looked at your dear peppermint boy, you had no of killing him because you loved him that was just absolutely ridiculous... no, you were killing him because he was a hero. But was he really?
Your chair screeched as you pulled it along behind you appearing from your corner and sitting yourself down drinking a lovely tea from a beautiful porcelain cup... well, beauty is subjective. "Good morning shoto" you greeted, your cheery attitude slipping between your grit teeth. Yes, today would be a good day "lovely day, isn't it? For a little chit chat hm?" silence. Once again your response was silence "oh come on my little hero I know you're not dead. Yet" it was a fun game you two had. You would talk, he would not, but all your conversations were rather one-sided and you decided chess was more fun with 2 people. Today was going to be the day you broke him once again.
"Shoto, are you interested in what would happen to you if you keep up this silly game of silence?" you asked and finished off the tea spinning the handle around your index finger. You stood up and launched the cup against the wall fragmenting into small pieces that rained down like drops of blood, he winced knowing that the cup was expensive and not easily found. rich boys and their pottery. "I wonder how easily you shatter compared to a teacup. Shall we find out?"
You put your finger on his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His mismatched eyes bore into you with sadness "I used to love you" he whispered. You let go of him and maniacal laugh erupted from inside you which bounced off the walls into his ears "Shoto you still love me. You want me to change my ways and go back to the way I was, maybe join you as your sidekick hm?" he looked at you his eyes wide with the kindling of hope "WELL NEWSFLASH HERO I never was that girl. I was a lie, a book wrote and edited to suit you" you watched as the hope dwindled away the kindles blowing out in the icy wind of your words you leaned down to his ear and whispered "everything you saw in me was an illusion. I could never be a hero, do you know why? Because heroes aren't real"
you stood back up stretching your arms behind your back a Cheshire smile graced your face. "you still have so much time to join me sho, no ones coming to find you, dearest" you sat back down on your chair leaning forward on your hand "you're a villain (y/n) there isn't a way in hell you could convince me to come to your side" you bit the inside of your cheek and pushed yourself off the chair and walking up to him, your face barely inches apart. You kicked his chair over, flicking a butterfly knife out holding it close to his neck "NO. I'M THE GOOD GUY HERE I-IM THE GOOD ONE. YOUR NO HERO I'M CLOSER TO A HERO THAN YOU'LL EVER BE" you spat while he struggled on his back like a helpless tortoise. You were in the right of course you were. Heroes aren't real anymore just read the news the hierarchy was crumbling and the ones who were at the top had the furthest to fall.
No one needs saviours anymore. "Your insane (y/n) your sick please just let me help you" you hated it when they told you that "SHUT UP. I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT. I'M NORMAL. YOU'RE THE SICK ONE YOU KNOW WHY" you pushed the knife up drawing pinpricks of blood that trickled to the floor slowly "because you crave to feed a hunger you cannot satisfy. You want to save as many people as possible, lock up all the villains yes?" he couldn't look away from the intense expression that hadn't left your face since he told you you were a villain "what happens when you lock up the villains hm? When you run out of people to save? Who runs wild through the city then? You pump out heroes every day leaving less and less for you and between you and me it looks like your going to run out of us soon" you pulled the knife back and todoroki released the breath stored up. Now he looked at it, you weren't wrong? What would happen when the villains disappeared. The heroes that were supposed to make people feel safe no matter what had struck fear into the hearts of every civilian in the world, no one dared to steal, to murder, to light their fires across the country for them to trace back to a warehouse in the middle of the wood?
No, he couldn't be thinking about that. He was a hero through and through you wouldn't change his mind with a petty butterfly knife. You scoffed at his pathetic state squirming under you and stood up pulling his chair back up along with you "you're still so handsome shoto, it really would be the biggest shame to ruin you" you sighed remembering a time when you truly wanted to be with him no matter what. But your ideologies just weren't compatible. "Do you know what happens when you mix bleach and rubbing alcohol?" you pulled a bottle of anti-septic out of your pocket and slipped a white cloth down from your sleeve to your hand "no answer? Or are you being ignorant again" he pursed his lips keeping his words sealed in the front of his mouth "fine. Let me show you." you poured the anti-septic on the cloth and walked up to the gorgeous boy in front of you stooping down "last chance my love" he looked at the wall and you groaned in annoyance. You forced the cloth in front of his mouth and nose and smiled sweetly "you make chloroform"
Day 2
Well, it turns out yesterday wasn't the day. But he was getting close you could feel it, you would take a slightly softer approach today there was another name for this, manipulation. "Morning shoto, are you feeling chatty today?" he looked up from his chair quickly when you entered. Despite what others thought, you weren't completely heartless, you would bring him food and water, and for a hostage, it was pretty good food. Maybe it was the remnants of your love that made you treat him differently. You unlocked his chains and passed him his plate. He knew there was no chance of escape, he had tried and failed a hundred times, he couldn't use his quirk in this room, and you were waiting around every corner when he tried to run.
"You know what I really don't understand shoto?" you wandered around the ruby room admiring the walls that kept him inside "when I first met you you said you despised your father and you would go against him in every way possible" he ceased eating at the mention of his father his appetite suddenly lost in the crowd of emotions "so why even become a hero. Why did you not run off? be the opposite of what he ever told you to be?" you were getting there you could feel it ripping through the air. He was lost, and confused? Who did he want to be? Certainly not anything like his father? Why did he ever want to be a hero? To save children who had to bear what he bore, why should he care for them if no hero ever cared for him "as I see it your father is worse than ever is he not? He lost Touya, he can't find you, he's wearing fuyumi and natsuo away desperate to have his perfect creation. Wouldn't now be the best time to join me sho" the plate hit the floor splitting apart just like his own sanity. Here we go. This would be so fun.
You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him and picked up the pieces of the broken plate stacking them in your hand "you've heard of kintsugi I assume?" of course he had he grew up with everything, he nodded hesitantly his dual coloured fringe hanging in front of his eye as he leaned over watching you intently. You started laying the pieces of the plate out like a jigsaw fitting them together perfectly "if you just took my offer sho..." you started pushing the pieces together and lines of gold brushed over the old cracks, you lifted up the plate and put it on his lap "I could fix you up with gold" you whispered he gulped and traced his finger over the gold that welded the plate making it better than before. "We could get to know each other again. Love each other REALLY love each other shoto please I'm begging you" you really hated playing the broken lover card especially to someone you truly did love, and of course, you wanted to know him all over again but the begging really was a chore you had to fake so much emotion.
"I-i missed you (y/n) I really did I want you to come back to me the way you were before. Don't do this please" he begged. He knew this was it. He couldn't hang on any longer he had missed you for so long he couldn't stand being away from you again and ... you were right! Why should he strive to be a hero when none had ever cared for him when he was almost dead, beaten up by his own father who had the audacity to call himself a hero. He was nothing more than the creature to be puppeteered by Viktor Frankenstein. "THIS IS ME. can't you see that shoto this is who I am? The way I was before was fictional I tailored for you" you brushed your hand across his scarred cheek and brushed his hair out of his face "but you could know me, you could love me like this, couldn't you. You just need to join my side."
he looked at you, taking in your details for the first time in 4 years. You're (e/c) orbs didn't even try to attempt hiding the craziness behind them, the way your grin had a sadistic twist that could make any god coil in fear, your (h/l) (h/c) that was matted and bloody, the way the red light mimicked the bloodlust radiating off of you, yet he could still find comfort in it. "I want to know you," he said in his low monotone voice. The breaking point. You were his breaking point. "Let's get to know each other then hm?"
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youngbloodlisk · 4 years ago
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warnings: threesome, foursome, daddy kink, master kink, probably every standard sexual act you can think of (i honestly cant even remember what was and wasnt included and we love that), choking, petnames, sir kink, biting, some public stuff, rough smut, rlly rough smut lmao, degradation, i think thats it? but if i missed something im very sorry my brain is kind of a mushy submissive mess after reading this
omg i loved this shgdhdjdhdgh even as someone who doesnt love daddy/master and stuff as much as other people i very much enjoyed this thank you for submitting it omg
ok that was all lisa talking, here’s the actual dom!yoongi, dom!taehyung, dom!jungkook, sub!reader submission from @kpop-4-ever:
Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung. You banged your head in your hands frustratedly. At one point, you missed and banged your head on the desk. The teacher stopped speaking and everyone looked at you. “I’m okay…” She shrugged and went back to writing impossible math problems on the board. All but one of the students directed their attention back to the board. You sighed and winced when you got hit by a note. You opened it and smiled. Your dorm @4 and your bed is mine. Quickly, you threw a glance at your mint-haired friend who smirked at you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. Luckily, you had homework so you wouldn’t fight over the bed.
Four rolled around quickly and you left your door unlocked. It wasn’t like your friend was going to knock anyways. “I’M HERE AND I BROUGHT A FRIEND.” “IN HERE.” You watched as he entered the room. “Hey, Yoongs!” He muttered a ‘hey’ and jumped on your bed. “My homework gives me more reaction than you.” “I’m here, too.” A small voice came from the doorway. “Chimmy!” Jimin was your childhood crush, but as all good things get older, they fade. That’s exactly what happened. Now you have a crush on the campus hot boy alien, Kim Taehyung. He was untouchable. Unreachable. He’s been on your mind since he gave you his umbrella and stood in the rain.
“Yoongles?” “Why do you hate me?” He sighed and groaned. “Cause I do. Now, did you pay attention in class?” You heard a slight chuckle. “I was zoned out but I know one thing. You were thinking of Taehyung.” He sneered. The closest soft thing was a plushie, so you decided to throw it at Yoongi. Jimin perked up. “I wanna talk about Tae.” “I don’t.” He forcefully turned your seat around and made you look at him. “We are talking about Taehyung.” “You looked like shit in class.” Of course, Yoongi noticed. No matter how much concealer you put on, he could tell. “I didn’t get good sleep last night.” “I can tell. These sheets smell clean, which means you washed them this morning.” True. You did. You hate washing your sheets so you do it once a month unless you have a reason to do it sooner.
"Okay, so I had a dream…” That was the truth… just not the full truth. “What kind of dream?” Yoongi smirked. “Obviously one about Taehyung, Jimin.” Sighing and blushing, you hid your head in your hands. “Ooh, was he choking you? Did he chain you up? Did he blindfold you? Did he make you call him daddy?” No. No. No. You absolutely did not want that image in your head right now, especially not in front of your friends. You bit back a moan and shuddered instead. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “He’s got you whipped.” Jimin giggled, playfully teasing you. You groaned. “Shut up, please!” Jimin looked taken aback. “Man, you need to get fucked and fast. You’re a bitch.” “I don’t need your criticism, Jimin. Or your advice.” At this point, the homework was forgotten until you turned around. Your phone buzzed violently.
ᗰᗩᗰᗩ ᒍIᑎ
Did you hear the news?
Did you?
Did you?
Answer me!
I cannot believe you don’t love your brother
What news?
Taehyung’s heading towards your house
What!?
I think it was something like he’s moving in next to you.
WHAT!?
*out of text*
“SERIOUSLY, HE DIDN'T THINK TO TELL ME THAT TAEHYUNG IS MOVING IN NEXT DOOR?” “Ooh, the tea is piping hot!” “Shut up, Jimin.” You groaned as someone knocked on the door. “Must be, Jinyoung.” The dorms were co-ed which was stupid, but you guess that the administration didn’t care if you got an STD, or worse, pregnant. Jinyoung hadn’t been home in weeks and you noticed his door was closed the entire time, but he was a private person so nothing was thought of it. You stood up and readjusted your shorts from riding up any farther. Thinking he could hear you, you started complaining to the door. “Jinyoung, you know that the key opens the door. Don’t tell me you lost it otherwise-“ You finally paid attention to who was at the door. Kim Taehyung. Jungkook was standing behind him with the second half of Taehyung’s stuff. “Hi! Are you going to let me in to my dorm, roomie?”
Subconsciously, you moved but you were still surprised. You didn’t think he’d be moving in with you. Where was he going to sleep? “Sit your stuff in the living room for now, please.” Slowly comprehending, you opened Jinyoung’s room to see it empty with a letter on the bed explaining that he was moving back home. That bitch left me, you thought. “In here.” Taehyung moved his stuff to the room and noticed the letter. “Jinyoung didn’t tell you did he?” Your head snapped to him confused. “Jinyoung recommended that I move in here. Said you were chill.” “You get settled in and I’m going back to my room.” He nodded and as soon as you shut your door you screamed. “FUCK!” Yoongi was sitting up, smirking at you and Jimin was giggling. “I think I’m going to leave…” “No you don’t.” You shoved Yoongi back on the bed and threw yourself in your chair.
A knock sounded on your bedroom door and Jimin opened it before you could react. Taehyung and Jungkook stood at the door. “YOU GOT AN XBOX ONE, PLAYSTATION, WII, AND TWO COMPUTERS FOR GAMING!” You giggled at Jungkook’s reaction. Typically, after school, you would come in here and play against people or just play for fun. “Is Jungkookie excited by my new roommate’s gaming system?” He nodded. “If you want, we can play sometime, Jungkook.” You could see him glowing with excitement. “I can come back if you want to be alone.” Taehyung eyed Jimin and Yoongi cautiously. His tone told you that he was thinking you were going to do something with Jimin and Yoongi. “It’s okay, they’re just friends.” “I’m not just your friend…” Jimin is not helping. “I’m your childhood best friend too!” “Go order takeout and make yourself useful.”
He stuck his tongue out at you before going to the living room to order. “What do you need?” “I was wondering if you’d help me do laundry?” Yoongi chuckled and gave you a look. That ‘this is the guy you want to fuck you’ look. “You don’t know how to do laundry?” He sheepishly grinned. “I mean, I do, but I don’t want to break another washer because it was different.” Jungkook chimed in much to the despair of his best friend. “Oh yeah! You broke the knob off and then fried the wiring.” Yoongi chuckled at you. Through gritted teeth, Taehyung spoke. “Yes, I was referring to that one.” Thankfully, Jimin came back into the room which saved Taehyung from complete embarrassment. Whatever, you thought. “Let’s go, it’s downstairs.” He nodded and grabbed his laundry. The two of you walked side by side in silence until you got to the laundry room. He watched closely as you showed him how to use the washer, eyes analyzing your every move.
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On more than one occasion, you went with Taehyung to do his laundry, only staying in when you needed to study. This time was no different. The two of you had grown close, even going as far as you kissing him when you were flat out drunk from a party Jimin threw. “Why do you wash your clothes so much? Do you like me or something?” “Or something,” he responded, not paying attention to you drooling over him. His shirt stayed taut in all the right places. You watched as he tossed his clothes in the washer and started it. Growing bored as the time passed, you hopped up on the dryer and dangled your legs off the side. Keeping up with the conversation, you moved your legs as Taehyung transferred his clothes to the dryer and turned it on. Bad idea to sit on the dryer. You lurched forward as it vibrated beneath you, grazing your clit. You moaned softly and then blushed after realizing what happened.
“I-I have to go.” You were too embarrassed to stay and deal with the fact that your hot roommate heard you get turned on by a dryer. “Stay.” Taehyung’s voice was dominant and turned you on even more. Your juices were slowly soaking through to your shorts. Luckily, you were wearing black so it didn’t show, but at least you were in a place where you could wash your clothes. “Did that turn you on?” You shook your head. “Answer me, baby doll.” A small whimper left your lips when he forced his leg in between yours. “Yes, Daddy.” Daddy. Taehyung just realized that he had a Daddy kink. “Fuck, that was hot.” He watched as your face turned pink and looked away from him. This was not acceptable in his book. His hand gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. You looked into his lust-filled eyes and gulped as he leaned in closer, lips brushing yours. The need controlled your movements as you pulled him into a heated kiss. It was a mess of moans and tongues as you submitted to Taehyung.
Pulling away to catch your breath, Taehyung nipped and sucked at the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks. “We can’t do this here. There are cameras.” He nipped harshly at a sweet spot, causing you to moan. “Let them watch.” Forcing yourself not to succumb to his wants, you pushed him away. “We’ll get kicked out.” You jumped down only to be pushed against the wall. Taehyung grinded himself against you, the pleasure making you throw your head back. “Tae,” your voice was barely a whimper now. “You can’t leave me hanging babydoll, now can you?” “No Daddy but-“ He effectively cut you off by thrusting his long, slender fingers in your mouth, making you gag at the sudden intrusion. Drool spilled out of the corner of your mouth, making you feel absolutely filthy. If one were to walk into the laundry room, they’d know exactly what was going down or more who was going down.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, nearing closer to the laundry room. “Stay quiet, babydoll and they won’t know a thing. You can do that for me, right?” “Yes, Daddy,” you sighed. “Good girl.” Taehyung removed his fingers from your mouth and wiped them on his sweatpants. “Hey, Taehyung. ________.” You managed to squeak out a small hi to your classmate, but Taehyung’s wandering hands didn’t help either. When she looked away to grab clothes, Taehyung’s large hand groped your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple through the shirt. “Shit,” you gasped. “Are you okay?” You looked up to see the girl staring at you worried. “Yeah, just had a cold chill.” It wasn’t a total lie, but it was believable enough for her to return to her laundry. “Who knew my baby doll had a little mouth on her?” Taehyung whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “What else can that pretty mouth say?” “Wait until we get back to the dorm to do anything,” you hissed, scared of getting caught but loving the thrill. “Tsk. Are you disrespecting me? Do I need to punish you?”
The thought of what Taehyung could do to you made you even wetter. Your juices threatened to escape your shorts and show him how much that affected you but there was no need. His fingers slipped into your shorts and ran across your clit forcing you to bite your lip to keep quiet. “Hey, you look sick. Are you okay?” You looked up to find the girl staring at you and suddenly, you were all too aware of Taehyung’s fingers threatening to push into you in a public area. “Yeah, it’s just hot in here.” “It is a little, but will you be kind enough to watch my clothes? I have to study and I don’t want someone to set them on top again in the middle of the wash.” A quick nod made her smile, and leave the room. “Babydoll, I think you have a voyeurism kink.” A smirk was etched on his face as you turned to him, wide-eyed. “And I think I know just how to satiate that. Would you like me to call Jungkookie? Or how about Yoongi hyung, hmm? How would you like to have your best friend watch you get ruined?”
“You don’t even need to talk, your body is talking for you,” he purred into your ear. You whined when he slipped his hands out of your shorts and tapped your lips. “Open up, babydoll.” Maybe you could get some retribution for his teasing. The lewd sucking sounds from you made Taehyung groan out loud. He pulled his fingers out and dried them on his sweatpants before turning to the dryer. “I think the dryer’s done.” Your mouth hung open as he completely ignored the fact that he had just been toying with you, making you a mess. Taehyung grabbed his phone and pulled up his contacts before calling someone. “I’ll be right back,” he said heading out to the hallway. Dumbfounded, you stood in place trying to figure out what just happened. Sexually frustrated, you squeezed your thighs together, hoping that your classmate would come to get her clothes so you could go home and fix your own problems. Fuck Taehyung. Fuck him and his effect on you.
“Hey, thank you! I owe you a favor.” You came back down to earth to see the second person you wanted to see the most. “Oh, it’s no biggie.” Exhaling heavily, you grabbed Taehyung’s clothes from the dryer, put them in his basket, and walked out to where he stood, still on his phone. He grunted when you shoved the basket into his chest before stomping back to the apartment, clearly struggling to keep your cool. Behind you, you heard Taehyung chuckle. “Okay, see you soon. Bye.” Was he really going to leave you like this? Almost immediately, you shut your bedroom door. You threw yourself face down on your bed, screaming. You turned over and stared at the ceiling, thinking about how it would feel to have Taehyung’s long fingers reaching lengths that your own couldn’t. Just the thought itself made your hands crawl down to the place that needed the most attention. You wasted no time slipping your fingers in between your folds, collecting the slick that was now dripping down onto the back of your shorts.
With ease, you pushed in one finger, your back arching at the pleasure. “Fuck,” you moaned out, now thrusting your fingers in and out. Moans spilled from your mouth as you edged closer to your high. Your door creaked open and you heard a tsk. “Babydoll, you couldn’t wait for me?” “You were busy on the phone,” you spat. “Being a little brat, are we? I think I can fix that.” Taehyung grabbed the silk tie from your robe hanging on the door and crawled onto your bed. “Hands.” “No, I’m so close,” you whimpered. He ignored your pleading as his large hands wrapped around your wrists, forcing them up towards the bed frame. “You don’t want to listen, then you don’t get to cum, baby doll. Fine. By. Me.” You tugged at the silk that restricted you to the bed. “Tae,” you whined out, earning a glare. “What did you just call me?” He asked darkly. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” His dark eyes disappeared when he smiled, causing you to internally scream at the fact that he could look so sexy one minute, but the next minute so cute.
“I brought you a gift!” Taehyung exclaimed, excitedly. Confused, you watched as he opened the door to reveal your best friend, leaning against your door frame. “Y-Yoongi, what are you doing here?” “No speaking without permission, Babydoll.” Yoongi strolled in and sat down in your desk chair, spreading his legs while exerting dominance. “Daddy, what are you doing?” “Kitten, I believe he told you not to talk without permission.” You gulped and watched as Taehyung stalked you like his prey. “Hmm, I bet you taste sweet.” Your hips rutted into the air as Taehyung dragged his fingers up your leg, over the spot you wanted them most, over your chest, and to your cheeks where he harshly squeezed them and forced you to look at him. “I want you to be a good girl for me. Or else.” Without warning, Taehyung ripped your shirt, exposing the dark red bra that you were thankful you had put on before going to the laundry room. “We won’t be needing this,” he said before reaching underneath you and unclasping your bra in one swift motion.
As the garment was thrown across the room, Taehyung was working at your perked nipples. You gasped as he pinched and twisted the sensitive bud. A low chuckle escaped from his lips as he took the other in his mouth, using his tongue to stimulate you. “Fuck,” you whined. Taehyung pulled back and removed his hands. “I’m pretty sure Taehyung made himself clear, Kitten,” Yoongi stated. You looked up at Taehyung as if asking for permission to talk. “You may speak, babydoll.” “I’m sorry, Daddy. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Just touch me please,” you said desperately, already having been denied an orgasm once. “I think you should ask Yoongi hyung what he thinks.” “Yoongi-“ He held up his hand to quiet you. “If you want to get anywhere with me, then you should call me master.” “Master, I’ll do anything, I just want someone to touch me. Please.” You saw a small smirk appear on his face as you spoke. “Taehyung, I think Kitten wants you to taste her.” “With pleasure.”
Taehyung tapped your thigh to signal for you to lift your hips so he could take off your shorts. “Babydoll, you're soaked. Is it because of Daddy or maybe it’s caused by your master?” You took your lip in between your teeth to stop the noises threatening to release themselves. A loud moan forced its way out of your mouth as Taehyung licked a stripe up your folds. “How does she taste?” “So good.” Just as quick as he spoke, he was already diving back in, devouring you like a starved man. You let out a broken sob at the euphoric feeling. If your hands weren’t tied, they’d be tangled up in Taehyung’s messy hair. Instead, you let your thighs tighten around his head. “Kitten, you're gonna suffocate him.” The male in between your legs let out a groan when he realized Yoongi’s words affected you. “Use your fingers, Taehyung.” Complying to Yoongi’s command, Taehyung slipped a finger into you, moving it at a fast pace. “Don’t be a pussy, add more. She can take it.” “Master-“ Your words were cut off by the male adding two more fingers. You felt your high approaching and so did Taehyung. Right before you came, he pulled away, letting your orgasm fade.
“You didn’t think I’d actually let you come so soon, did you, babydoll? You’ve been a bad girl.” You stared at him, tears spilling out of your eyes from being so close. “Don’t look so sad, Kitten. We’re just getting started.” Taehyung crawled off the bed and stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving himself in his underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight of Taehyung’s bulge straining against his boxers. You happily sighed as he took them off, letting his dick stand tall and proud. “Like what you see?” Taehyung asked cockily. “I know for a fact that Yoongi’s bigger.” He let out a growl, sounding almost animalistic as Yoongi chuckled from the side. “Well, she’s not wrong.” “It doesn’t matter the size, as long as you fuck your bitch right.” The bed dipped as he untied the silk from the bed frame. He pulled you towards him, seeing as how your wrists were still tied together. “And tonight, along with every other night, you are my bitch.” His lips crashed against yours in a messy make out. You fought for dominance but ultimately lost. Taehyung pulled away for air and readjusted you so you were on his lap. Even though he was dominating you, he still wanted to make sure you were ready for him.
“Are you ready?” The sincerity in his voice was sweet but you were too far gone to care. “Take me, daddy. Make me your bitch.” You whispered the last word into his ear before nibbling at it, making him groan. Taehyung lifted you up and helped you ease onto his dick. He let out a guttural groan as he bottomed out. “Move for me, babydoll.” Using his chest as leverage, you brought your body up before slamming it back down, repeating the process. Eventually, you started to slow down, becoming worn out from doing all the work. Taehyung gladly took control, flipping you over and pounding you deep into the mattress, making you moan out loud. You glanced over at Yoongi, who was watching the entire show with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. A sharp gasp left your lips as Taehyung found that ‘special’ spot. “YOONGI,” you screamed out in pleasure, making Taehyung wrap his hands around your throat and lean down towards you. He chuckled deeply into your ear. “Oh babydoll, you’re in for a long night.”
You became frustrated when Taehyung pulled out once again, making you cry out. “Daddy. Please let me cum just once.” He pretended to think about it before shaking his head. “I think you’ve been a good girl but I’m not letting you cum. He might though.” You froze and looked to where Taehyung was pointing. Jungkook stood dumbfounded in the doorway, watching your naked body shudder under his gaze. Yoongi pulled up the other chair and patted it, signaling Jungkook to sit down. You watched as he shifted in his chair, trying to ignore the raging hard-on he was sporting. “Looks like Jungkookie has a little problem. Why don’t you let him use you? Maybe he’ll let you cum.” Jungkook visibly gulped as Taehyung stepped away and gave him permission to come up to you. “C-Can I?” He asked, reaching out for your hand. “Yes, sir.” His eyes darkened at the two little words that held a monumental effect on him. Jungkook carefully took your hand in his, wanting to be a little more on the sweet side.
“She’s not porcelain, she won’t break,” Taehyung scoffed. “Trust me, I know.” He added, throwing you a smirk. “You’re right, I didn’t break. Maybe you just didn’t fuck me hard enough.” Sure you were gonna die, but it would be worth it. “Bitch-“ Jungkook turned and stood face to face with Taehyung. “You said it was my turn, therefore; it’s my turn. Clearly, you didn’t impress her.” Taehyung backed up, astonished that his friend just spoke back to him. Jungkook returned to his spot beside you and untied your wrists. “No need for this.” You sighed and rolled your wrists, happy that there wasn’t something restraining them anymore. “Thank you, sir.” “On your knees.” Gladly, you dropped down on your knees in front of him. His hands fumbled to get the belt on his jeans undone, but once he got it off everything else was easy. “I want you to put that pretty mouth to use. You said you don’t have a gag reflex and I’m here to test that, Princess.”
Once his dick was free from its confinement, you set to work, smearing his precum along his length. He let out an almost pornographic moan when you kitten licked his tip. “Don’t tease.” Not wanting to make him wait any longer, you opened your mouth and fit as much as you could at one time. “Good girl,” Jungkook groaned, his fingers tangling into your hair and pushing you further down, enjoying the feeling of your tongue swirling around his dick. You hollowed your cheeks and began to suck on his length softly. He bucked his hips harshly when he felt you swallow the drool threatening to spill out of the corners of your mouth. “I can’t hold back, Princess.” You tapped his thigh signaling to let go of his restraint and just fuck your mouth until your throat is raw. Jungkook happily did so, thrusting roughly to the point where your nose reached the skin at the base of his dick. “You weren’t lying, babydoll. You really don’t have a gag reflex.” Feeling proud of your little feat, you sucked harshly making Jungkook’s head fall back in pleasure. Somewhere in there, you swore you heard Yoongi mumble, “fuck, that’s hot,” under his breath.
“I’m cumming, Princess.” You felt him pull out of your mouth and use his hand to get his release. “Open your mouth,” Jungkook commanded. Just the sheer tone of his voice made you eagerly stick out your tongue awaiting his next move. He moaned as he came, his release staying mainly on your tongue but escaping to your chin and down to your chest. “Look at the little cum slut so eager to please,” Yoongi chuckled, his thumb coming to wipe the excess off your chin and bringing it to your mouth. “Open up, Princess.” You took Yoongi’s thumb in your mouth and sucked, trying to make his facade break. “You can show me what that little mouth of yours can do later. Right now, it’s Jungkook’s turn, Kitten.” Listening to Yoongi, you turned to see Jungkook already shirtless and working on his skinny jeans. You gawked at his muscles, admiring how well built he was. “Shit,” you whispered under your breath, imagining Jungkook fucking you up against your bedroom wall. His strong arms holding you up while his hips thrust into you at an inhuman pace.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Princess.” Back in reality, Jungkook was already stripped and standing in front of you. “Nothing, sir.” “Now don’t lie or you won’t get what you want.” You gulped nervously and spoke. “I was thinking about you f-fucking me against the wall.” Your voice was hushed and raw but Jungkook still smirked, hearing you clearly. “Your wish is my command.” Before you could speak, his hands were already helping you to your feet. He pulled you into a kiss that started out soft, his teeth occasionally nibbling at your bottom lip. “Jump.” As soon as your legs wrapped around his body, the kiss became rougher and needier. Your hands tangled into his hair, and your back hit the cold wall, making you whine. With his strength, he gingerly slid you onto his length. The sound of his skillful hips slapping against your skin soon filled the room as Jungkook set to work on covering your neck in his marks. You moaned when he found your sweet spot. “Found it,” he said with a small chuckle. He continued his assault on your neck, enjoying the sinful sounds you made dangerously close to his ear.
“Sir, I’m going to cum,” you whispered in between marking his neck. “Cum for me, Princess.” Unable to hold back any longer, you bit down onto Jungkook’s neck as you came, your moans being muffled. Jungkook wasn’t expecting you to have a biting kink but it had him pulling out and cumming in seconds. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he worded breathlessly. Your head laid on his shoulders, tired and worn out. Jungkook laid you onto the bed and watched as you started to drift off, chuckling because they were not done with you. Sleep was only an inch away when you were jolted awake by a tongue against your sensitive clit. You looked down to see Yoongi lazily eating you out, taking his time and ruining any chance of you getting any energy back. “Yoongi,” you whimpered out, earning a small bite on your thigh. “Master, please. I can’t take it. It hurts.” He pulled his head up to look at you with dangerous eyes. “Keep complaining and I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” You threw your head back in defeat as Yoongi continued his assault. After a minute or two, he decided to add one of his fingers, pushing it in slowly. Instinctively, your hips bucked into his fingers to get more friction. Your own fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling when his fingers pushed in.
It was so dirty and filthy the way you were enjoying how your best friend was making you feel. The way his tongue skillfully danced across your clit. The way the sucking and nibbling made you cry out in pleasure. “Did I say you could make noise?” “No but-“Yoongi looked up at you with a dark, piercing gaze. “Make one more sound, and I’ll punish you.” You almost whimpered at the sound of his harsh tone, but you held it back and nodded your head. “Good girl.” While Yoongi was teasing you, you tried your hardest to not make a sound, biting your lip so hard it almost started to bleed. His lips traveled up your body, placing light, feathery kisses along with marks that would take weeks to disappear. He crashed his lips against yours in a messy make out and you were careful not to make noise. Your hips moved along with his fingers at a fast pace, making the whole scene feel heavenly. Everyone else in the room became non-existent as Yoongi kissed you roughly, sending bolts down to your core. Even as you were making out with him, you still fought the urge to make noise. Yoongi pulled away from the kiss. “Struggling much, kitten?”
With all your strength, you reached up and crashed your lips against his again to stop the whine threatening to slip from your lips. You were so caught up in kissing him, that you didn’t feel his fingers run through your hair. Yoongi waited a few seconds before tugging your hair harshly. A cry escaped your lips as you grabbed the sheets, crumpling up the once pristine purple sheets. Your eyes widened at the realization of what you had just done, broken his only rule. “Master, please. I didn’t mean to.” The pleads of forgiveness slipped out in a broken voice. Yoongi chuckles darkly. “I had one rule, kitten. And you couldn’t even follow it. I’m disappointed. I didn’t want to have to punish you.” “Please. I’ve been a good girl. Don’t do this,” you whined, feeling his fingers work your orgasm closer. Noticing the way you clenched heavily around his fingers, he pulled them out of you. “You sound cute when you beg, kitten. I can’t wait to make you beg me to stop. If you take your punishment like the good girl I know you are, I’ll fuck you until you’re crying. Okay?” You nodded desperately. “Good. You didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.”
“On your knees, slut. I’m going to fuck your throat raw,” Yoongi commanded. While you got on your knees and awaited your fate, Yoongi undressed himself. He walked to where you were kneeling for him. You were too busy looking at the floor to notice him, so he yanked your hair to make you look at him. “Now that I have your attention, you ready?” You took a deep breath before nodding at him. He released your hair, but only for a minute. He pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he thrust into your mouth. Yoongi chuckled as drool dribbled out of your mouth and down your chin. His low groans were music to your ears. As he grew closer to his release, his pace got rougher and sloppier. Right before he came, he pulled out of your mouth, breathing heavily. “Master, you didn’t cum,” you forced out, your words not fully forming because of your raw throat. “Listen to that. Babydoll can’t speak properly.” Yoongi threw a smirk towards the two other boys in the room as if saying ‘I did this and you didn’t’. “I don’t want to cum yet because you are going to take it like the little cumslut you are. And you’ll enjoy every minute of it whether you like it or not.”
You mentally smiled, knowing that even though Yoongi was treating you like a slut, he would stop if need be. “Bed. Now.” You immediately stood up and went to the bed, complying to Yoongi’s command. “Face down, ass up,” he enunciated each word, forcing you to do the action by pressing his hand in the middle of your back and pushing down so your back was arched. The bed dipped as he climbed up behind you and prepared himself. The stretch was a little different from Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s dicks. It was slightly longer than Jungkook’s but less girthier and Taehyung just couldn’t compare. Taehyung’s length was a bit shorter and less girthier than both men. It was perfect for a causal sex but right now, you wanted to be fucked, destroyed, not able to walk tomorrow. The sound of Yoongi placing harsh smacks on your ass while pounding you face first into the mattress was a sight for the others. Jungkook had gotten his phone out and started to record while Taehyung had grabbed his camera from the other room and took pictures of your fucked out expressions to add to his new keepsake box.
“Let the neighbours hear how good I make you feel, kitten,” Yoongi growled out, focusing on the feeling of you clenching around him. A loud, pornographic moan erupted from your lips, eliciting a smirk from Yoongi. He groaned when he looked at where your cunt was swallowing his dick, pulling it in with a vice-like grip. A word slipped past your mouth, making Yoongi chuckle. “Are you sure you’re ready for me to go faster, kitten?” You tapped the bed, signaling yes as your confirmation words were swallowed into the mattress. Your face went even further into the mattress… if that was even possible. Yoongi thrusted into you at an almost animalistic pace, making you scream into the sheets. “Maybe you should fuck the bitch more often if she screams that loud for you,” Taehyung said, his voice deeper than usual. “Maybe I should. It’s not like you could anyways.” Taehyung clenched his jaw, but opted to not say anything. “Are you going cum all over my dick for me, Kitten?” Knowing you couldn't answer, Yoongi continued to thrust into you harshly, edging you closer to your limit. “Yoongi,” you yelled out as he continued his relentless pace through your orgasm, immediately overstimulating you.
“I’m not stopping until I cum, little brat.” He flipped you over onto your back and repositioned you so that your leg was on his shoulder and the other was against your chest. Tears spilled from your eyes as he ignored your pleas. His hips stuttered as he came inside of you, thrusting a little more to milk himself of every last drop before he fell beside you. “I did too much work,” he huffed out. “Pfft. A good fuck goes all night. A mediocre fuck goes one round,” Taehyung teased, riling up the mint haired boy. “I never said I couldn’t go more rounds, I just said I’m done doing the work.” While the two bickered back and forth, Jungkook was already making his way over to you, wheeling in the chair. With the last bit of strength you had, you climbed into his lap. “How are you feeling, princess?” He asked sweetly. You laid your head on his shoulder, tired. “Sore and tired,” you sighed out, placing a soft kiss on his neck. Jungkook placed a kiss to your forehead and allowed you to rest for a minute or two. “Don’t go to sleep yet. We aren’t finished with you,” he said softly but yet something about it was hot. Discreetly, his hands moved your bottom half against his growing problem. “Sir, please. Five more minutes.” Jungkook sighed sharply. “But I need to be in you.” You lifted yourself up and allowed Jungkook to slip his dick into your sensitive heat.
“Don’t move.” While he didn’t enjoy orders from you, he did enjoy the warmth of your tight walls around his length. Caught up in the passion and slowness of the moment, you kissed Jungkook. You kissed him slowly and passionately, not rough like you did when he was taking you against the wall. His hands laid upon your waist, holding you close. Your arms were wrapped around the back of his neck as you continued your soft make out session. You were so into the kiss that you didn’t realize a few things. A)Jungkook had started moving, going against your instructions, B) Yoongi was watching what was going on, and C) Taehyung was now behind you, trailing his fingers up your body as he sucked marks on your neck and shoulder bone. Feeling Taehyung behind you, sucking and biting at your neck made you kiss Jungkook with a little bit more rush. “Let’s turn you around, babydoll.” Careful, not to move too much, you turned around and came face to face with two dicks. “We’ll give Jungkook the pleasure of finishing off in you last, but I want your mouth, babydoll. Let me see what had the others coming so fast.”
Yoongi looked at you expectantly, clearly not wanting to be left to help himself. Your hand wrapped around his dick and began to pump his length. Taehyung on the other hand, had tapped your lips with his fingers making you open up. He slid his dick in easily and you hollowed your cheeks before bobbing your mouth up and down. Jungkook, noticing that you were preoccupied, took matters into his own hands by bucking his hips up into you causing you to moan around Taehyung. The vibrations against his length made Taehyung groan out and you were pretty sure the neighbours could hear and knew exactly what was going on. “I’m taking over, okay Babydoll?” You looked up at him through your blown out eyes and nodded. His long fingers grabbed ahold of your hair and the back of your head pushing you down to meet his thrust. He did this a couple of times to test the waters before picking up the speed almost making you gag at times. The hand that was working Yoongi stuttered as you tried to focus on the two things that were fucking into you and he quickly lost patience, taking matters into his own hands (metaphorically).
Yoongi started fucking into your hand at the same pace as Taehyung, imagining that it was your skillful tongue working him and not a measly hand. Your knees quickly grew painful at the hard cracked leather scraping and scratching at them but you pushed through. In your bliss, you looked up and saw Taehyung become a groaning mess as he felt his high near. His face was contorted with pleasure as his hands grabbed whatever was nearest to him which happened to be your desk. Yoongi was close by, moaning out your name as you struggled to keep your hand shaped for him. Jungkook wasn’t far behind as he had been edging himself during the time Yoongi was fucking the life out of you. You weren’t as close as the others and you were counting on one of them to help you. “I’m coming, babydoll,” Taehyung choked out. You swallowed the drool that had form in your mouth around him to make room for the next thing. His large hand pushed your head down all the way and released down your throat effectively making you gag. He pulled away, exhausted and went to grab some lotion and towels.
You felt Yoongi’s thumb grab up the excess cum from your mouth and wiped it on your bottom lip. You were going to lick it off to tease him but Jungkook hit just right and had your head falling back against his shoulder. “Sir, more please.” “Yoongi is finished yet.” A whine fell from your lips but you set to work making your hand meet Yoongi’s thrusts. You leaned down to where his dick poked through and kitten licked the tip each time it came through. “Shit. Keep doing that and I won’t be able to hold back.” A few more thrusts or so of doing that and he was cumming. Bits of it were all over your neck and face and some landed on your breasts. The entire picture was lewd. Before Yoongi could get affected by the scene again, he rushed to get the bath running. “It’s just you and me, princess.” With ease, Jungkook went faster while you slammed your hips down to meet his. “Jungkookie, I’m cumming!” “Cum for me, Princess.” He had neared his high right as you had and you both came at the same time. You shut your eyes, tired, sore and hungry. A scream came from the doorway.
“What the fuck?” The new voice had Taehyung and Yoongi running, only Yoongi had the decency to wear a towel around his waist. “YOONGI? Oh my god! I’ll come back later. Have fun.” “Jimin-ah.” Yoongi called him, effectively making the boy turn and stare. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll break you.” Jimin smiled sheepishly knowing he would die if he didn’t listen. “I believe you. I mean, you already broke our best friend. Wait, is she still your best friend or….” “Go wait in the living room.” You gave a weak smile as you heard Jimin laugh down the hallway, running from Yoongi. “Let’s get you two in the bath.” The voice wasn’t registering in your head but you felt yourself being lifted up and placed in the hot bath. Not long after, you felt another body enter the tub. “Come cuddle me, Princess.” “No, we are washing you guys up.” You felt hands placing soap in your hair, washing it before moving onto your body. “She’s tired, Taehyung.” “We all fucked her pretty good.” “Correction, I did.” “Shut up Kook.” “You, Tae.” You chuckled at the boys and let whoever was washing you, continue. “Come on, up you go.” It was Yoongi washing you with such gentleness. He wrapped a towel around you as soon as he helped you stand up. “Let’s go get you some clothes,” he spoke softly which was a nice change from all the times before.
You walked out to the living room in Jungkook's shirt and a pair of loose shorts and nothing else. With the help of the walls, you walked out to Jimin and sat beside him. “One of the boys couldn’t have helped you out here?” “I could do it myself, I’m a big girl,” you said weakly. “Yes you are. So tell me….” You looked at him expectantly, not knowing what was going to be said. “How were they? Especially Yoongi! Was he as big and good as he claimed to be?” The way Jimin threw question after question and cutely stared at you waiting for the answers made you laugh. “They were good and Yoongi is way better and bigger than what he said he was.” The two of you got lost in conversation when the other three came out to sit on the couch and chairs. “I hear you talking good things about Yoongi and Jungkook but what about me?” “You were okay,” you teased Taehyung who pouted. Still hazy from the sex, you leaned over and kissed him. “Did you just kiss me?” “Was I not allowed to?” You question, curious as to why not right now, just minutes after they were all kissing and making out with you. “What are we?” Jungkook asked. “Whatever you guys want to be,” you shrugged, down with being in a relationship or a friends with benefits situation or even just friends and this never happened. The room was silent with people thinking of what to call this.
Yoongi spoke up first. “I’m okay with all of us being in a relationship.” “You’re suggesting polyamory?” You asked, watching his head nod. “I’m down!” All four heads turned to look at the enthusiastic Jungkook already eyeing you. “All you guys need is Taehyung,” Jimin pointed out. “Yeah, I’m good with it. I have more chances to prove myself now.” You threw the pillow at Taehyung and laughed when it hit his head. “Shut up.” “How about no?” “Wait, so this means that I can do couply things with you guys and kiss you and be alone with you?” Yoongi nodded. “Yeah but don’t kiss me in public. Don’t need Jimin getting jealous.” “Yah! I’m not jealous. You’re mediocre at best, hyung.” You smacked Jimin’s chest making him wince. “Don’t say anything you don’t know.” “Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re an expert on Yoongi now,” he joked, sticking his tongue out at you. “I am. And I am an expert on Taehyung and Jungkook. Got a problem?” “No. You aren’t an expert on me so we are good.” You painfully crossed your arms standing your ground. “Oh yeah? Should I tell them about the 3 am Dream calls where you interrupt my sleep talking about your sex dreams?” Jimin’s eyes went wide. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll go order Chinese as a sorry.” The four of you laughed as you watched Jimin scurry off to order food. “Hey, princess?” You turned towards Jungkook only to be met by a quick kiss. “Meanie.”
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here ya go :) (i'm suffering)
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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years ago
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Rabbit iiiiiii
Ending.
Want a chapter two? Let me know!
Draco finds a Hufflepuff attempting to cheat. He torments her, keeps her under his wing becoming possessive , unsure of his feelings. After turning Reader into a Rabbit he realizes how much of an ass he was. But now hes in Azkaban for his crimes.
A/n. Okay. So i asked Multiple people. “What happens in Azkaban?” They all said “you sit in a cell.” And im sitting here like. “I cant write that.” So THIS is what i came up with. I hope its okay :/.
W! Mind games, self injury(scratching), fear of going insane, Draco gets kicked and punched around.
@khemz1312 @goofygobber @rosiehufflepuff @trashyvicks
“Cheers love”
Draco said once you vanished from his sights, he never thought the twins would help you come see him, or anyone for that matter. Of all people, he was not exactly the most loved at Hogwarts. The man looked both ways down the very long hallway not seeing anything except for darkness. At least no one would bother him while he was thinking.
He made his way back to his spot under the window to think about his actions; maybe he went a little overboard with how he handled catching you. But a teacher? That's not as fun. Draco looked down at his hands counting the cuts all over them, he had the most on his palms and around his fingers. He was very roughed up, as soon as he got here the dementors were not very kind to him. Draco blinked his eyes feeling sleepy and slightly cold. He rolled his eyes leaning back on the wall reminiscing the time he turned you into a rabbit.
You were so cute like that; so little, curious, fit right in his pocket. Dracos hands fell to his sides and his eyes started to close. You had gotten used to him when you were a rabbit…
So tired…
When he got out Draco wanted to master the spell to change humans back whenever so he could turn you into a rabbit again. If you let him of course, he laid down on his side, holding himself.
Fading….
His father.. What would he do about that? Obviously he could not take you home . Maybe a flat of his own would be better. And that shop? It made him smirk as his eyes started to close. Cute..
Footsteps could be heard and they were getting closer now. It woke Draco up from his slumber which he was not happy about. The one time he was actually getting some sleep in this place.
“Dinner already?’ he asked, in a condescending tone as he got up to rest his back against the wall. “Is it more than bread today?”
The cell opened and closed after the figure stepped in. Draco scrambled to his feet with wide surprised eyes,“..Father?”
“Not the best cell.. But it suits you.” the man said, dusting the dirt off his clothes.
“What are you doing here? Who let you in?”
“I'm here because I have unpleasant news for you.” he took off his gloves while he spoke.
“..news?” Draco stepped over to his father.
“That girl you turned into a rabbit is dead.”
“..she… shes ……….” Draco went as far as the chain would let him to his father. His ankle was straining against the cold tight cuff link. “H..ho-w…”
“Quiddich”
“What?.. But she doesn't fly! She doesn't have a broom!” the man grabbed his fathers coat shaking it, asking him multiple questions just for Lucious to throw him off and kick him away from him. Draco hit the cold brick wall on his side in the corner. He held his head trying to process this , he was hurting inside and out.
“They needed one more , and you were not there so I suggested...”
Draco glared over at his Father, who looked rather proud of himself. His hands went to his hair white knuckling them. “You…”
“She didn't last long, it was a waste.” Lucious stepped to his son grabbing his chin so he was looking at him. “And to think she would still be alive if you just left her alone”
“Its not my fault!” Draco shoved his father just for him to strike him down into the cell floor. “Get your hands off me boy, remember who your authority is. “
“Shes dead because of you!, shes.. !!! …………………..” Draco felt very cold all of a sudden, looking down he saw that his hand was fading as if it was getting sucked up by something.
“Wait.. Azkaban would never let you come into the cell…” Draco stumbled up, hitting the wall to steady himself. “They wouldn't.. Your not my father! Get out you bloody dementor!!!”
“Draco dont you know your own father?”
“Shut up! I know my father and thats not you!”
“Pity, enjoy your time here.” the figure of Lucious faded and Draco woke up in a very cold sweat. He was still laying down under the window, no one was with him in the cell and his body ached.
“Dementors.. “ slowly he got up moving to the corner to hug his knees. “Do your bloody worst, im Draco ffffffucking Malfoy.”
It won't be the last time the Dementors mess with Draco… they were determined to break him. Throughout the two years he was there you had not come to see him again except that one time the twins helped you. Draco told you now to bother the twins so you didn't. Fred and George did try to cheer you up though as much as they could. They even got a hold of Dracos old robes that they gave to you. It helped but you wanted the real thing. Him.The carrot cravings went away after a couple weeks which was nice. You did not need to carry a bag of the produce with you anymore.
Hufflepuff was still weary of you and Slytherin were still jerks. The Ravenclaws sympathized with you and you found comfort in them when you needed it. You wanted to visit him, see if he was okay. But all you could do was hope and stare out your window at the moon knowing he was looking at the same one ..
Two years later.
“You killed me”
“Shhhuut up….”
“Im dead, because of you.”
“...”
“Do you ever wonder? What could you have done differently? Acted in a more.. Reasonable way?”
“Your not .rrr.-re-al..”
“Not anymore, my time on this earth has ended. Because of you Draco”
Draco ran into the bars punching at them, blood was dripping from them now. The figure of you faded away right as he got to them to reappear in the cell next to him now. “Your not real..” he said again.
“Treated me like an animal, toyed with me..-” he swung at the dementor watching it fade away then reappear. “I was just a hufflepuff, an innocent girl.” Draco shook his head but the thoughts just got louder and louder.
“Dead”
“Dead”
“Gone”
“Killed”
“Stay here”
“...with me, let's be together” you held out a rotted hand to the shaking man. “Be like me”
Draco had been tormented by these dementors at least 3 times a week ever since his ‘father’ had come to see him. Day in and day out for at least 6 hours a day a dementor came to him as you to try to get Draco to crack.
The first time he almost fell for it, but he quickly realized it was not you. You were not a crying mess trying to touch him and you could not float….
But still seeing your figure hurt him, your body was made to look dead to cause even more damage to the man which it did. All he could do was endure and think about you, the real you. It was all he had to hold on to. He told himself when he spent his first night here that he would be okay, he would make it out fine.
But now hes crying on the floor at least twice a week with new bruises, cuts, and a giant headache. He fully knew how awful he was to you now, he had to apologize properly. That motivated him to fight, along with keeping you safe from his father. He would get out, he would be okay.
“...b-b-b-e like you?”
“Yes Draco, like me. Lets be together, lets get out of here.”
“Get .. out..”
“Yes , lets get-”
“No, you get out. Get out of my cell, get out of my head just GET OUT!, ill never go with you! Your not real and your NOT HER!” he stepped back, tripping over his feet and grabbing the cell bars to steady himself. His clothes by now were tattered and his dirty dark blond hair was in a pony tail. The cuts on his face turned to scars and his nails were bloody from him scratching at his itchy skin . Everytime he swung at the dementor it would fade out leaving traces of itself on the man making him freak out and scratch at his own skin till they turned purple.
The dementor faded through the bars down the hallway and Draco sunk down to his knees scratching at his arms trying to free himself of the lingering black smoke.
“Rabbit… “ Draco choked in a big breath glancing over at the small window to see the moon shining in on him. “Ill get out.. Ill be okay. We will be okay……………………….”
A few days later a man had come to Dracos cell. He unlocked the old door letting it swing open. The man stepped to the side gesturing to the hallway and Draco looked up from his hand to see Snape looking in at him.
“Hurry up, its filthy in here.”
“How is she….”
“Why don't you see for yourself? Do i look like a owl?”
“More like an over dramatic snake.” Draco slowly got up limping to his old professor who helped steady him.
“Im glad your okay, Malfoy.”
Draco rolled his shoulders and cracked his very purple bloody knuckles. “Of course i am”
Meanwhile, those two years you had graduated and opened up your own shop with the help of Fred and George. They pulled some strings and found an empty building you could sell potions in. it was a small building but you liked it.
The Wet Nose it was called. With little bunny decorations all over the inside and on the sign, the sign was your favorite. It had a little bunny looking over the sign with its ears down. You tried to make it apparent you were here so Draco could find you.. All you could do was wait now..
Draco had left Azkaban with Snape , showered, eaten , and dressed in real clothes. He was in clean black pants with a matching suit top with awhite shirt underneath and black shoes. His face was still heavily scared and his knuckles were starting to slowly heal. The scratches on his arms would not heal though. They would stay that way for a really long time. He worried if you would still want him like this. He also kept his hair long , just past his neck he liked it. Draco was not completely free of the dementors, he could still hear them in his head from time to time. Whispering things for him to come back and what not. He always had to shake his head and they would go away for the time being.
Snape had dropped him off at Diagon Alley as he requested. Before he left he got out of the car to give Draco one final word.
“Malfoy”
“What? Which way am i going?”
The man rolled his eyes and pulled Draco in for a one arm hug, even though draco loathed this. The poor man fought and cursed, slipping free of this unwanted affection.
“The bloody hell was that?”
“Go down this way, on the left.”
“Fantastic but what was-” he slapped him on the head.
“Oww!!! What gives?”
“Thats, for barging into my classroom.” and with that he left.
“Barging into my classroom” mocked the man fixing his hair.
Draco wasted no time getting to your shop. He found it easily and just stared at the sign. He was scared. Terrified, would you still want him… you said you would wait for him.. But.. the way he looks. He shook his head, making the dementors stop. “No. she will, she waited all this time. She will.”
Ring ring!! The bell on the door went off once Draco opened the door. The first thing that got his attention was the many smells coming from all over the room. All the windows were open with plants sitting in them . He had to make his way to the back where the register was, passing all types of potions a variety of colors. When he finally went to it he saw a little brown rabbit sitting on the counter wiggling its nose. The rabbit tilted its head at Draco and the man did the same.
“Biscuit? Is someone here? And you didn't ring them up you silly animal” you joked coming from the back room up to the counter.
You looked up from the rabbit to see Draco standing there, his smile slumped and he had his mouth half open. He was in awe. It was really you. The real you. Quickly he fixed himself and his smile went all the way up his face, the man stepped closer with a happy, relieved tone.
“Hey, Rabbit”
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qingxintea · 4 years ago
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➼ chongyun || hiraeth
tw: mention of knives (no violence), kidnapping, explosion _______
you angled your camera to catch your face and upper body correctly and adjusted your blinds for the correct lighting. you put thin pieces of yellow and pink paper over your lamp to give off a sunset lighting sort of aesthetic in your minimalist room. your tiny cacao tree sat in the corner of your room, setting some sort of simple beach vibe.
then, you began to stream.
you watched as majority of your followers came to view as you sat in your rolly gaming chair. the greetings came rushing in and you noticed two of your friends had came along too, xingqiu and chongyun.
"hey gang, it's kingexplosionmurder here with your weekly sunday stream," you smiled and watched as comments came in asking you to notice them. beginning to select randomly, you flicked a short strand of hair behind your ear. "you have been noticed, yourlocalsugardaddy," you blessed them. and you swore you chose randomly.
on the other side of the screen, chongyun's face slightly flushed before eating his popsicle again. yes, that was his username, selected by xingqiu after the guhua heir was somehow able to trick him into selecting so. the situation must've been that he accidentally consumed some jueyun chili's, that was also xingqiu's doing.
he watched you smile as you explained your schedule for this stream, when he noticed you suddenly began laughing. it sounded genuine, he wanted to believe it was genuine, but there was a trace of disappointment in it. he observed your face, noticing you were looking at the chat box. "i agree too, scarymoose."
scarymoose: this streamer's kinda dog shit ngl 😐
by instinct, his fingers grazed over the keyboard as he analyzed the tone. this kid wasn't joking around with himself, he was really out to bring you down. he exhaled, shaking his head, wondering how you would deal in the situation.
yourlocalsugardaddy: miss karen this isn't yelp 🙄
he wasn't content with that yet, things could've gone onto more serious matters, but he knew you liked to keep your chat clean and peaceful. you went to the farther extents to keep that from happening, agreeing with rude comments yourself as a said joke, but actually have it sometimes harming you.
so chongyun tried his best to keep you happy.
redrumreaper: yo moose chill 😳
he recognized his friend xingqiu also trying to calm the situation as you just laughed it off and attempted to continue, sooner enough just beginning to ignore all his comments. some other viewers came up to your defense but in all honesty, you wanted to move on.
"s-so, i found some silk flowers outside of wangshuu inn yesterday, aren't they pretty?" you took a tiny bouquet of the said silk flowers and presented it to your viewers, holding it next to your cheek. the pink tone of the flowers matched the color of your cheeks and made for a nice picture. chongyun would've screenshotted it, but he respected your privacy.
yourlocaldumba$$: yes they're so pretty we love you 😍
13lue13erry: yes ong ong 💕 thiccer than my granny
Straw13erry: don't bring madame ping into this 💀💀
colino: are you sure it's alright to take from someone's legally owned property ?? much less from their garden
Straw13erry: u mean ur neighbors don't harvest ur flowers every day? 🙄 privilege spoke 🤚
yourlocalsugardaddy: vv pretty 😳
redrumreaper: simp 💀
you slightly choked over on your side and xingqiu calling chongyun a simp, for you. quickly clearing your throat, you regained your composure. your viewers could see that your cheeks had been dusted with a darker shade now.
13lue13erry: 👀
Straw13erry: 👀
yourlocaldumba$$: 👀
redrumreaper: 👀
sireluck: 💀
bazinga: 👀
dandelionn: 👀
poetichoe: 👀
"okay- anyways," you pushed that aside, watching the chain of 👀's coming in. you weren't too sure at what they were referring to, but just assumed that they were interested in xingqiu exposing chongyun. but, there was no way chongyun really felt like that, right? it was just a friendly compliment from what you believed. "just a tiny flex but y'all guys, i am so cracked at apex, not gonna lie. for all the new followers out there," you randomly commented. 'and to change the subject.'
"actually, you know what? fuck the schedule, let's go to trolling little eight year old kids posting selfies on instagram. due to certain reasons i'm just not gonna be blurring their usernames out, but please don't spam these people, i don't wanna be cancelled 💗" you sweetly smiled as you pulled up instagram and started streaming on your phone.
of course your sus notifications ruined it 🤡🤡
because xingqiu took advantage of the situation, sending messages to your discord. nothing mentioning your romantic life because he knew better than that, but just trolling. 'HEY GANG. ITS ME, TONY, AND TODAY WE'RE GONNA SEE IF IM FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'TURNS OUT, I AM NOT FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'AN UPDATE, IT HURTS. ALRIGHT. BYE GUYS.' you tried hard to contain your laughter, but certain giggles came out in the end, giggles that made chongyun's heart flutter.
xingqiu just kept spamming without a stop, to the point that you accidentally clicked into the notification instead of someone's username on a selfie post. so now everyone could see your group chat with xingqiu, chongyun, and a few other viewers that were actually your other friends.
13lue13erry: oh no 🤡
Straw13erry: 🗿
yourlocaldumba$$: HAHAHAHA WE'RE EXPOSED 🤡👌
just water support boy 😔: image.png
oh my god he's sending chongyun catboy edits. you made this concerning noise, glad no one really seemed to know who chongyun really was on twitch. you went back to instagram, beginning to dm a random kid, ignoring the situation that had just happened.
chongyun choked, slight heat running to his cheeks. what the fuck was xingqiu doing- how did he even get those pictures? maybe it was that one time xingqiu forced him to go to a furry con, but how did he ever get the time to photograph these? he nervously fidgeted and played with his fingers.
13lue13erry: 🤡
Straw13erry: 🤡
yourlocaldumba$$: 🤡
redrumreaper: 🤡
<— oraoraoraor
kingexplosionmurder: chav check
oraoraoraor: what
kingexplosionmurder: chav: check 😹😹
oraoraoraor: bruh
oraoraoraor: who tf are you
kingexplosionmurder: hope you like baddies cause i'm bad at everything 💗
oraoraoraor: bruh ok i'm blocking
kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me
oraoraoraor: 😐
kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me
oraoraoraor: wtf
kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me
oraoraoraor: wait wait UR that one twitch streamer?
kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me
oraoraoraor: ig ur fans gonna be so disappointed in you
kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me
oraoraoraor: hahaha wtf i'm gonna post this and tag you
kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me
afterwards you sent a barrage of really cursed images and left the person on read when they tried to complain and get a reaction out of you. you chuckled, extremely satisfied with yourself. this is what your viewers followed you for. you went on hunting for another user, "GO Y/N GO" filling up your chat.
you were just about to dm this other kid until you heard a ring from your doorbell. "oh what the fuck, i didn't invite anyone. but you know what, i'll pull something up to entertain y'all guys while i'm afk." searching on youtube, you typed in 'banana fish ep. 1' and clicked on the longest video you saw. then you got up from your chair, making your way to the front door.
you didn't mute yourself before because you thought there was really no need to, and you underestimated your mic sensitivity. god did you wish that you could go back and time and do just that.
twisting the doorknob, you opened your door and was met with... a certain, someone.
someone that you recognized and has caused you so much pain, and it was all so fun and games before they had to come along. "bruh. aight what you here for fam?" you played it super chill, though you were really sick and tired of this person's shit.
"(y/n). we need to talk," her stern voice made you flinch as you just stared straight into her eyes. you simply nodded your head and crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto your right leg. "we're thinking of taking you back home."
your froze, your breath hitching as you just stood there, waiting for her to go on. clenching your fists and looking down, you stayed silent for a little moment and questioned, "...why?"
"well, you have a stable income source, right?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. "you can finally be of use to us," she clasped her hands together, a bright smile on her face. your finger twitched, awaiting an explanation. "you're a streamer, yeah? so you can be a useful asset to our family name."
"...you only want me to come back so i can make you all seem... good?"
and here you thought, just for a second, that you would be accepted back into the place where you really belonged. your shoulders slumped, as small tears began to well up in your eyes. "and for our profitable gain of course, it would be a shame to not acquire that from you."
you composed yourself and looked up. "im afraid my profit can only cover for one person, and it would be myself that i focus to make a suitable and independent living out of. you've kicked me out ever since i've graduated from college and had me fend for myself, now inviting me back once i have a stable job?" you breathed, fiddling with the sleeves of your black hoodie.
"oh, not inviting, dear. taking."
confused by her words, you let your guard down as she suddenly pushed a warm cloth over your mouth as you let out a constrained scream. you tried to break free of her grasp, reaching for the switchblade in your pocket, but the drowsing chemicals from the cloth took control of you and you felt disoriented. "you... bitch..."
your head hit the floor.
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silence.
thats all you heard when you awoke.
pure, unfiltered silence that overwhelmed you as you were completely lost. what was happening?
you tried turning to the other side of your childhood bed, the moon casting light shadows into your 'room'. there was a rope around your wrists you noticed, so you brought them up to your lips and starting gnawing on them until it broke apart. (guys we feral its not a furry instinct ok?/ ??  ?)
the material had irritated your skin, but you put that aside for now. escape- thats what you really needed to do. it was fairly dark, but you didn't have a good estimate of time. the analog clock was broken and set to a different time that displayed 11AM. you sat up, your fingers running along the frame of the window next to you.
for a moment, you stopped, thoughts rushing into your head. what if you could start a whole other life here where things could finally be peaceful, what if you didn't have to feel so isolated anymore, what if you could- ...
no. (y/n), get yourself together. what has happened will anyways stay there, and there is no healing scars. ...still, you couldn't shake off the feeling of missing this home so much when you had an amazing childhood, though full of fake actors who had manipulated you.
opening all the cabinets silently, you grabbed things that you assumed would come to your aid. a tiny backpack, which you then stuffed with other things around it. a first aid kit, a spare knife just in case, along with a clean oversized sweater and a couple dollar bills. all that, along with a compass.
you turned towards your window, stepping on your bed.
pushing open the sides of your window, your stepped on, the brown coldness of the frame coming in contact with your feet. you shivered just a little bit before stopping to think. what would you do once you were out of here? you barely knew your way here. and not to mention, your devices were still left at your other house, so there was no way of contact.
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did your stream ever end? even if it did, had you muted yourself before leaving? no, you didn't, and you could remember in precise detail. someone out there, anyone, would be willing to help, right? you couldn't possibly be here forever, not when you're basically blown up all over your socials?
your friends, yes, your friends! xingqiu and chongyun were watching the stream and had made obvious interaction in doing so, and they'd be willing to protect you. if they just had a lead...
but... what lead was there? all they heard was the woman's voice and, that was probably it, wasn't it? only a voice with no other clear features that could identify her. it looked like you were doing this on your own.
you came in contact with the blades of grass tickling your feet and conveniently found a pair of sneakers outside. it definitely wasn't yours, and it smelled like the scent of your old room. most likely, it belonged to someone from inside your house, lavender and mint, but who inside there was in the age range to wear modern day sneakers..?
brushing that question aside, you unhesitatingly laced them on and they were just a bit too big, but you could manage.
you breathed, inhaling the freedom intertwined air, a much needed factor of bringing you back to your lost sense of happiness. then, the fear struck you once again, because you needed to improvise now. you needed to run, but which direction? you barely knew this place at all.
you dug around your pocket for the compass you had and it was pointing east. you remember that stepping out of your house was facing west, so you were going the right way... but who knows how messy the path was? it couldn't have been an exact pathway, but going directly ahead was your simplest option.
you heard a pair of footsteps coming from inside the house, probably a few seconds away to opening the door. you sucked in your breath and ran, ran as far as your legs could take you. your intimidating speed and played into your advantage, and taking one last look, you saw the lights on, before continuing.
a few minutes into it, you felt some elemental energy. it was a sense you learned to develop since you were young, giving you the upper hand in a variety of situations. you followed the trail of glowing lines, the air starting to get colder and colder. you shuddered, the crisp coldness nipping at your skin.
you sat below a tree, taking your backpack off your shoulder and took out the oversized sweater. you put it on over your black tee and light blue skinny jeans, its nostalgic aroma filling your sense of smell.
it was... warm.
it shouldn't be warm.
the warmth proved as a sign that someone had worn it before, but this size was from what you knew, too small to fit the woman you came across again, and you absolutely did not recall any other beings within the house. it was a small household.
suddenly, you remembered what she said.
we're thinking of taking you back home. you can finally be of use to us.
plural. you should've noticed it before and you shook your head, slightly disappointed in yourself. you didn't remember any other birth siblings. could it be the fact that during the time, they had, in a way, replaced you?
you sat up, then suddenly went drowsy. your eyelids were getting heavy as your back hit the same tree. ah, that clever bitch. you chuckled to yourself, but still unsatisfied how this was gonna end. reaching inside your pocket, you grabbed a bomb that a little kid gave you, and threw it as far as you could. it wasn't as far as you hoped, but it was exceptionally far considered your sleepy state.
in a few couple seconds or so, it was going to explode. you did that to divert the attention of her and slowly ran as far as you could. a few seconds in, you gave in, hoping that your efforts were enough. 》●✿ perspective ● shift ✿●
chongyun heard an explosion.
he raised his head in the direction smoke was coming from, and made a run for it, then stopping to think. no, you're smarter than this. he gathered his shit together and remembered that one day klee gave you a bomb. he deducted that you had used it as a diversion, and began to search around the area.
and finally, he came across your sleeping body. to ensure your living state, he crouched down and let two fingers travel across your neck, searching for a pulse, and was relieved when he found one, pulsing at a normal rate.
he then carried you on his back, picking up the pace since he deducted someone was out for you, would you need a distraction. he remembered some details of the woman, she had ended your stream with your sleeping form in her hands, a dirty smirk coming across her lips. she had dark hair with some natural highlights, but that was all he saw because the rest was concealed by a cloak.
a few minutes, maybe half an hour later, you began to stir. chongyun decided that he ventured far enough to liyue and slowed down for your comfort. he wanted you to get some well deserved rest. but slowly, you woke up, but only the tiniest movement was made. your eyes were still droopy and you wanted to return to sleep.
but the sight of pastel blue hair kept you from doing so.
you felt the familiar silk coming in contact with your arms as he kept on trudging forward at a more consistent and smooth pace. "..chongyun?" you muttered out weakly, earning a small smile from the male. he hummed in response, continuing forward.
your mind was cloudy, unable to interpret the language of the world. but softly, words effortlessly escaped your lips, "... did i do the right... thing?" blinking multiple times, you awaited his answer.
"yes, yes you did," his soft voice reached your ears, making you smile a bit. you nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, clinging onto him tighter, unwilling to let go.
"thank you," you whispered.
he chuckled a bit before responding, "anything for you."
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bro ending is a little off because i'm wrote this at 2:53AM and so my brain has went ⬇️⬇️ also i'm just hungry
copy and pasted from my wattpad,, @ppeachtea_
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korissideblog · 3 years ago
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[slams my guitar into the stage bc im past my teen years and yet still full of unbridled teenage rage]
so this ending is dumb and stupid and I hate it 😭 pretty much the plan for this fic was just a bunch if monologuing, and I didn’t know how I was gonna end it till I was. ending it.
ok, groveling aside, fic uses characters labled in part 1. I’m very sleepy. Here’s part 2 of
The Hedonist
“Jetsam Kisa?”
“Yes.” Aito shuttered, as if a sudden cool wind had blown through the room. “He was my best friend… and… well look at me now.”
Normally when this was said by someone draped in silk and gold, it was supposed to be a positive thing, but the pain in Aito’s face told the real weight of it all. How heavy the luxury really was.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need to be.” Aito mumbled, quickly waving off the comforting words. “You haven't done anything to cause it.”
“I'm not sorry for something done wrong, I’m sorry that I can’t help you through it.” Sakura said, her voice lowering as she explained herself, frowning a bit as Aito finally removed his hand from her’s.
“Again, no need.” Aito repeated, stepping back from the settee. “Despite appearances, I’m fairly settled in it. Despite… everything...” she said, gesturing vaguely. “I know who I am. And who I am is a villain.” a small smirk tugged at Aito’s lips as Sakura handed the book back. “I’d even go to say I'm your best villain.”
“I’m not one to disagree, pet, but may I ask,” Sakura continued, watching Aito over her shoulder. “Why would you label yourself so?”
“Simple.” Aito chuckled, walking the book back to the shelf it belonged to. “Given my background, I know more about any hero we encounter than anyone else.”
Sakura squinted as Aito slipped the book back into the empty spot. “Given your background?” she repeated.
“As a past student of UA, I’d say I know most of the heroes out there- and their abilities- fairly intimately.” Aito hummed, pleased with the shocked face Sakura made when he turned to face her.
“Checkmate… you have a long leash- I let you associate with who you please, I let you go and come from this place as you wish, you have more say in my plans than I afford to many- but… I hope you understand my… insecurity in this.” she said, lowering her voice as if Aito’s education was something to be kept secret. “The implications alone are dizzying.”
“I know, but believe me, Sakura san.” Aito said, his face falling back into its usual stoic expression. “I buried my sympathies for my classmates a long time ago.” Sakura still felt a tinge of nervousness, but it melted away as Aito returned to her side. “I do what I want now, without regard for good or bad. Interesting how I seemed to fall right in line with people like you.” he hummed hurmously, patting Sakura’s shoulder in a rare display of affection.
“I’d say.” Sakura laughed as Aito quickly removed his hand. “Interesting though, that people’s suffering is what you want.” she mentioned, tapping her cheek as if considering it. “Masochist.”
“The word you’re looking for is sadist.” Aito corrected her. “The correct word is schadenfreude- but I prefer hedonist.” Aito noticed Skaura’s eyebrow raise minutely, as if asking a silent question. “Hedonism being the philosophy of pleasure. Though not a slave to my whims, I still try to give myself anything I want. My goal is to maximize pleasure, and I think I do it well.” she explained further. “Villainy… Well, if heroism was this fun, I would be a hero.” he paused, shrugging, “but it’s not… so I’m not.”
Sakura smiled, seemingly pleased with the answer as she resettled herself on the settee. “Authur Ashe once said ‘True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.’ I believe myself heroic, at least in the sense that I serve villainous causes.” Sakura reasoned, purposefully perverting the message “But you… you don’t serve anything but yourself?” she asked, her smile widening as she looked up at the villain before her. “How do you justify it then? All of this.” Sakura continued, grinning as Aito sat down next to her feet, unusual behavior for the distant and stoic man Sakura knew. “Who does your heroism serve, pet?”
Aito paused, thinking hard as he leaned against the back of the little couch. “I don’t believe it serves you, Sakura san.” Aito reasoned, his hands slipping behind his back as if in thought. “Nor any specific villainous cause… I guess I’d say that my heroism serves my friends, my community, and my family.” Aito settled, her posture straightening as she turned to face Sakura. “As well as the heroes of Japan.” and before Sakura could even process the sentence, Aito was already tackling her to the ground.
The fight was short, Aito quickly getting the upper hand on the villain, and pinning her on her stomach as he cuffed her hands behind her back. “Checkmate!” Sakura barked, struggling under Aito’s knee. “What are you doing!”
But she was ignored, the character Checkmate immediately falling as Aito came back into the spotlight. “I already told you! I’m doing what I want!” he giggled, Sakura shouting in protest as he stood up and kicked over the settee. From his pocket Aito produced a small folding knife, which he used to cut open the bottom of the couch. Aito stuck her hand into the space and pulled out a bulky handheld radio. She flicked it on and messed with the knobs till there was a definite beep, quickly pressing the button on the side. “Iku! Yessam! My 9 months are up!” she chirped, Sakura stunned by the difference between her teammate and this new person, both somehow seeming to share the same body. “Yua Sakura is detained, I’m gonna need help for transport though.”
“Detained- you can’t detain me you brute!” Sakura barked, the chains around her wrists clattering as she fought against them. She was happily ignored by Aito.
There was a pause, and then a scratchy voice came through the other side of the radio. “Great job Aito!” the man replied, seemingly just as excited as Aito. “We'll be there in half an hour! Just keep Sakura entertained till then.”
Aito nodded quickly, looking down on the villain with a grin. “Awe you should have seen it, Ikuto! I was monologuing and everything! I was like a real life villain!” she giggled
“Troubling how well you can do that.” a different voice now, one Aito seemed just as pleased to hear. “But still impressive, good job Aito.”
“You bet your ass it was!” Aito yelled in excitement, practically bouncing in place. “Awe, I missed you guys so much! My hair is… wow, it’s rough. Blonde is not my color.” she laughed, noticing Sakura messing with the chains on her handcuffs and immediately realizing what was going on. “h-hold on there!” she barked, kicking Sakura’s side to discourage her from using her quirk against the metal.
“I-I can’t believe! You were nothing when I found you!” She yelled, curling in on herself to guard against any other attacks.
“God she’s a pain to deal with- but whatever! Jetsam! You have to take me to get my hair cut! Long is cute but it makes everything so much harder! Do you know how many times I’ve been grabbed by the hair? It’s wicked what people do to me.” he whined, glaring at Sakura before stepping away from her side.
“Sounds like a plan Aito.” Jetsam laughed, the background noise probably coming from whatever vehicle they were using to find the hide away. “Are you starting on the scene? We may not have a lot of time before the rest of the villains arrive.”
“Already on it!” Aito laughed, shoving her shoulder into a nearby bookcase and watching it fall into the ones behind it. “After this we only need to torch the place a bit, and it’ll look just like a kidnapping!” she giggled, watching all the books spill onto the floor with a chaotic glee.
“You- you traitor!” Sakura screamed from her spot on the floor, seemingly not enjoying the mess like Aito was, and still struggling against the cuffs. “I’ll destroy you- ruin you- I’ll burn- your heart.” She had actually managed to sit up by the time Aito had strolled over, but was quickly stopped by the hero.
“Awe…”Aito cooed, leaning over a bit to look the woman in the eye. “You’re cute when you’re mad, too bad you weren’t this entertaining the entire time. Hell, maybe I would have become an actual villain.” he joked dryly. “Sorry for this, but I can’t have you getting away.” Aito smirked, not looking sorry at all as he threw a punch at her temple, knocking her out cold.
“Mama always says never to hit a lady.” Aito sighed, talking back into the radio
“I think these are extenuating circumstances. Mama would understand.” Ikuto laughed, back in control of the radio. “Jetsam’s driving, we’ll be there soon. Have fun destroying the place.”
And have fun, Aito definitely did.
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sainadazai · 3 years ago
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When your crush is angry all the time
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Ch.6
"A red haired bitch that glows"
2nd person pov
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You weren't sure how things could even possibly move so quick, but as fire burned and terrifying creatures tormented citizens, all You could do was stand. Nomus, is what endeavour called them. Some gross being that seemed to have multiple quirks, you'd never seen anything like them. 
Even with all of the times you'd been beaten and interrogated and harassed by villains, nothing like this ever happened. It could have been the fact that you spent most of your young life hiding away in a castel in the middle of nowhere, but seeing all this destruction froze you in place. 
"Kid, help get the citizens out of here! Do not engage in combat, understand? Hey! L/n!"
You broke the terrified stare that was burning into the ruined city streets to meet eyes with your boss. He seemed so calm, even though everything was going wrong. The world was quite literally burning. Those monsters were hurting people. There were screams of horror, and still his calm demeanor was all you could focus on. How was he so calm? 
"Now!"
His yell broke You from your trance and you scrambled around, eyes searching for someone, anyone to get the hell out of here. However there wasn't just one, there were hundreds. Some under building scraps, trapped behind fire burning the streets. Too many people, too much noise, it was never this loud back home. Why could you just focus?! 
One of those boys from earlier today let our scream. You only recognized it because it was the same as how he'd screamed at bakugou earlier. You whipped your head around looking for his sound, body, anything. Spinning in circles until you caught that little red shirt cowering beneath one of those things. 
"Hold on, i'm coming!" You didn't know if he could hear you, the statement was more a confirmation to yourself. You wouldn't stand there cowering. You didnt wanna be the helpless princess waiting to be saved. You were going to save others, it was like an instinct, like you had to. 
Being unsure of your abilities with vines and plants, you opted to use a power long ago mastered. Twirling your pointer finger in a circle to slowly collect wind into a tiny ciclone and build it up bigger and bigger. This action disrupted the wind in the area, some of the bystanders' hair began flowing with the force of it, getting shivers from the chill. 
Then with all the focus you could muster you let your eyes bored right into the head of that nomu aiming with your mind and following the action with your finger. Then, with a snap, the ciclone flew off towards it, lifting it into the air and growing larger the more he struggled. 
You felt the pressure of all that wind, and its body on your back. Hundreds of pounds of pressure on your spine, but adrenaline forced you forward. Sprinting to the boy in the red shirt, crouching down under all that weight to wipe away his tears. You completely ignored how underdressed you were and brought his small form into a tight embrace, whispering sweet nothings to which you didn't know you could say. 
It all felt so wrong, so opposite to what you wanted, but you couldn't help it. Grazing the lasso on your thigh an idea sprouted in your mind as to how you could get this crushing weight off of your back. You let the boy down telling him to stay behind you. 
Don't engage in combat. 
Do not engage. 
Get them out of here. 
Ignoring your mentors words, you snatched the lasso off of your thigh, doing as you were taught and lighting it ablaze, if your mother was thinking straight, she'd have it made of mineral wool- fire retardant and easily manipulated. The flames would not be actually catching on anything but the air, therefore saving her from an uncontrollably fire. 
As it lit up your hair not only changed, but shined a bright red. It was so brilliant that it lit up the area around you, the boy behind you shocked and the people in the vicinity scared. 
However, you had a hero suit on. That meant to them, that you were trustworthy. 
You swing the lasso all but twice above your head before releasing the ciclone, and the pressure on your back, and whipping it towards the monster. 
It had activated some sort of electricity quirk once free from the wind and as the lasso made contact, rather than burning and bringing the nomu to the ground, it sent a high-powered electrical current through your already spent body. 
You should have stopped there, tossed the kid out of the way and called for help. Yet, for some reason you couldn't. Being shocked only numbed the pain on your spine more, and upped your adrenaline. Bad news for mr.nomu, huh? 
"Whew, that's one way to boost your energy huh, kid?"
 You smirked back at the worried boy behind you, hoping a joke would lighting the mood now. Similar to how you would joke in class yo avoid any real emotions or connections. 
Only, now, it held the benefit of an adorable smirk appearing on his face and a little giggle exciting his mouth. 
"Watch this!" 
Despite being electrocuted your lasso was still intact, so you took to attacking it around the monster's leg and pulling back towards you. Once it was too close for your liking, you shot a roundhouse kick into the empty space in front of you. It seemed like a fruitless action, until the surrounding citizens noticed how the wind around them mirrored your actions with equal force. 
The nomu went flying out of the city, likely landing somewhere around hosu (😏Yes, hosu) and you released the pressure on your leg. 
As soon as you took the time to inhale, your back gave out, and you fell to the ground. 
However you hadn't given up, using the little burst you could make with your fingers, you shot several people away from the mess with winds. Then, after what you counted to be person number 34, you gave out and the world went black. 
The heroes in the area who were not distracted by nomus had been paying close attention to your actions, surprised they haven't seen you in the sports festival, or anywhere for that matter. 
Mr. Woods was disappointed at the initiative you took, knowing how injured you must be from being out of practice with most parts of your quirk. However when endeavour informed the other pros of some sort of incident in hosu, he was forced to leave you there. Limp body cold against the concrete. 
When doctors and healers arrived, you were one of the first in an ambulance and on the road to the hospital, and the news reports of your body being wheeled off were matched with that of your battle with the nomu. Streaming across all platforms and displaying on one particular tv screen, in the hotel room of one fire quirked boy. 
A boy who truly was noticing he had no idea what you were capable of. A boy who was angry you'd been holding it back in class. One who had been thinking of the way you spoke of fire to that little boy all day, and above all a boy who was entranced by the glow of your hair when it turned red. 
Bakugou wasn't sure how to process these overwhelming feelings towards you, the stalker girl who said dumb shit about his eyes. Still, after seeing that video, the feeling your own eyes held, staring up at that devilish creature. He could no longer say he didn't know what you meant by being obsessed with the look in his eyes. He was now too. 
A six year old girl struggled against her restraints tirelessly. She has a power that she doesn't know how to use, and yet these men want to take it from her. There is one door exit, it's blocked by tall men in black suits. The whole room echoes with screams from children. It crashes against the walls and her little ears, and she cant get it to stop. 
Why was this happening to her? Why couldn't she do anything to stop it? 
"Please, just let my brother go! Please I'll do anything. Im sorry. Im sorry. Plea-"
Her words are stopped by a suffocating hand, larger than her whole face, it reeks of bleach. Her little eyes can only release so many tears before they are running over the hands knuckles, wetting his skin with her despair. The man doesn't care, though. The men never seem to care. 
Her brother, only two years old, cries in a stranger's arms. The stranger showed her how he could completely disassemble any object, or put it back together. What a horrible powerful quirk. With something like that, she really couldn't tell why he needed hers too. Still, he did. 
So the tiny boy whined in his firm hold, terrified, but not sure why. They both just wanted their Mommy. Mommy always comes to save them, she and her friends will take them home. To the castle, with the comfy beds, the pillowy blankets that their small bodies float on like clouds. 
Not this rough metal wall, with arms chained, and bruises forming from their so-called interrogation. Why didn't they understand? 
She doesn't know how to give her quirk away. She is only six, after all. 
Mommy told her that men are greedy. Men like these have all they want and still need more. They take things, without asking. They took her and her brother without asking, so where was Mommy? To tell these men that you aren't supposed to take things, or hit people. 
Where are their mommies? Did no one tell them hitting people is bad? Especially smaller people. Is that why the men are bad? Because they didn't have a Mommy or daddy to tell them how to be good? The little girl is lost in a pit of sympathy. Sympathy that she does not owe these horrible men, yet she can't help it. 
"I don't give a shit princess, your brother can go home when you give us the quirk."
"Mommy never told me how! I'm sorry míster that you don't have a mo-mommy!" She sobre through the rough palm over her mouth. At the response he removed his grip, though. Opting to allow the girl her voice. 
"P-please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry no one told you not to be mean. It's okay though! My Mommy will come, she'll tell you, okay! Please j-just-" though her words held great meaning to those men in suits-bad men- she couldn't finish. Her sobs were too loud and violent. Her little arms shook, because though she was such a sweet little girl,she was terrified. 
Her cheeks hurt from screaming and tensing to release tears.  Her arms hurt from being suspended at her sides. Her little legs had lost all feeling, gone numb under the pressure of standing for so long. She just wanted to go home, to keep her brother safe. 
Even being only six, she felt so stupid for being so helpless. It was her job to protect their family quirk, but she wanted to give it up. More so, even though she wanted to give it away, she didn't even know how. 
A small, weak girl, helpless really. She never wanted to be helpless like that again. 
"Now!" His hand collided with her cheek. Hard, swinging, jaw snapping pressure. It rang through her ears, like her baby brothers sobs, til she shot up from her bed. 
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Sweat covered by/ns face as she jolted awake in her bed. Around her were some unrecognizable faces, or that's what she thought at first. Except, in truth, they were simply blurred in her eyes. 
As she was taught when she was little, she began recounting things to herself that might make her come back to reality. Might help ease the fear of her dream. 
- I am not 6 years old 
-my brother is at home in the castle 
-im not in a warehouse 
-those men are in prison 
-i am alive 
As she was repeating each of those truths in her head, her eyesight began to come back so that she could recognize the faces of those around her. Three boys: todoroki, midoriya, and iida. 
Midoriya was furthest from her, as she now noticed she was on a bed. Then iida, and closest was todoroki. The familiarity of his stone face gave y/n great comfort. However, he looked troubled.
The three boys in the hospital room with her were truthfully at a loss. This girl who had been at their school for one week, had proved more honest and heroic than them. After being scolded by the chief of police, they were each confronting their own feelings about the events.
However, each came to the conclusion that y/n was the only participating hero-in-training that followed the rules and fought earnestly. Little did they know, she had been breaking rules too, except her wouldn't be hid so easily. 
What were the police meant to do, a teenage girl-princess no less- save countless lives, that heroes were neglecting, and its broadcast all over japan. Unlike in the boys' case, where the media didn't even have to know, everyone had already seen her heroism, but they had no idea where she came from. 
Some viewers pointed out her position as a princess, but no one expected to see her in a hero outfit anytime soon. They knew what happened was illegal, but what backlash would they face for arresting her. Could they even arrest her? 
Still, all y/n knew was that she was scared, and she needed to hide it as deep within her as it could reach. No one likes a cry baby, anyway. 
"Oh..uh, hey guys?"
The first to look up was the green haired, face widening in surprise and worry. 
"Y/n! Y-you're up!? Wait, don't sit up yet..um they said your bac-"
"You left damage on all your thoracic vertebrae. You could have killed yourself with that amount of pressure!" 
Todoroki interrupted. Face still void of emotion, but his voice held anger. 
Making sure to agnowledged how touched she was that he cared at all, y/n then quickly brushed it off. In the mood for jokes, not fights. She just finished fighting, why would she wanna argue some more about it? 
"Aww~todoroki, were you worried about me?"
"Yes. It was stupid of you to use your quirk like that, out of practice and such." 
"Um-"
"There's no um. he is right y/n, i didn't know your quirk could do that, but you obviously haven't been keeping it in practice during class, that was really risky..." midoriya added on in a ramble. 
Feeling a bit cornered she settled for sighing and staring up at the ceiling. 
"Can I walk?"
"No" 
"Why not?"
"Did you not here the whole vertebrae thing, i-"
"No, I did, but I don't feel any pain...is it not healed?"
"I'm not really sure, we can ask.."
So slowly but surely, the boys helped her sit up, and yes, she did feel an immense pain shoot through her. Additionally, she was compensated with shoto conspiracizing about his negativo afecta on peoples hands, getting to know these classmates better. They even let her in on why they were in the hospital to begin with. 
She would have to admit, though these boys being around made her happy, she was still thinking about bakugou. Was he in the area during the fight? Is he okay? Why do I give a shit about that mean old fact face anyway? Oh, right. His eyes. 
The rest of her time was spent ignoring the extreme trauma these events reminded her of, and fantasizing about those angry eyes. 
Bakugou pov 😡
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There the bitch was, right on my hotel tv screen, fighting the same fight on replay. Those media bastards hasn't stopped talking about her all day. How even when she was barely alive on the ground, she kept saving people. 
I know it wasn't about me, hell, I wasn't even there, but it feels like a taunt. Some karma cause I called her an entitled princess, or her purposefully saying "Look what I can do." 
Well I fucking am. Looked like some sort of wind quirk, but I saw her use fire with those kids, and in class she makes that plant shit. So what the hell is she? She thinks having multiple quirks makes her better than me? Good enough she doesn't have to use them all just to beat me? Thats bullshit. 
I'm just so fucking angry at her for it, but I have to be. Or else, the next time they show her shitty face on that shitty screen, looking
...shitty, i'll start to worry. 
That maybe she has only been here for a week, but she is already gone. That the whole time at school she spent avoiding me, to make me happy. Worrying I'll never hear her say what she looks at in my eyes. 
In her eyes, that night, I saw pure rage. It almost looked as if she couldn't control it. An impending anger that loomed over her, and controlled her; made her strong. Not stronger than me, but strong. 
Still, I can't go "falling for'' every girl that I see with strength. If a dunce 's face hadn't told me that feeling I had at the festival was a crush, I could have spared myself a week worth of it, I don't even know what. 
Stupid dunce face. 
Now, though, that shitty princess, even if she is shitty. Well, she has at least my respect. 
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themadauthorshatter · 3 years ago
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I don't know about you guys, but I think it's time we check on Charles.
If you haven't read the previous parts, you can find them here:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 and revision
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Recap time: the symptoms of withdrawl are beginning to kick in and leave Charles in less than favorable conditions, which Henry shows to the government in order to get the sapphire back.
Got that? My episode synopsis-ing is getting better😃. Anyway, ONWARD!!!
We begin with Charles sitting against the wall with his head in his arms and his knees to his chest. It's been a few days, withdrawal's in full blast, and he can't even pick up his head when he hears Henry walk in and kneel in front of him.
"Go away."
Henry simply holds out the pills again. "It must be hard without these, just sitting and counting the stars. Assuming you can do that," he adds with a shrug.
He reaches forward and practically picks up Charles's jaw, lifting it up so they meet eyes, which Charles doesn't do because the chain on his hat is shiny, there's a red hair on his coat, a papercut on his thumb, the scar on the bridge of his nose, and tons of small things that keep getting his attention.
"My offer still stands, Charles. All I need is you to tell me where it is, and you can have these back. Every last one."
Charles only stares off as his face contorts with sorrow and frustration, even when Henry snaps his fingers to get him to focus.
"Come on, Charles. We've been at this for a while, and I'm having a hard time seeing you like this now, so tell me. Where did you hide the sapphire?"
Tears fill Charles's eyes and his shoulders drop. "I don't know," he sobs. "I... I don't know."
Henry sighs and scowls, pocketing the pills. "Well, damn it for the both of us, then."
As he opens the door, Charles rushes at him, hard enough to knock them both to the ground and dent the cuffs.
Charles, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, books it, running down the hall and around every corner he can.
Henry, chuckling, stands up. "Alright. Let's do this, Charles."
Charles keeps running(really getting his cardio and steps in here), ducking behind and diving wherever he can to avoid being seen and found, eventually finding his way to a weapon vault.
In a rush and a panic, he bashes the cuffs off and repeatedly slams his hand against the panel to slip inside; don't worry, his ribs are better enough to be Bold Action Man again.
Inside, Charles catches his breath and tries to get his bearings, even when Sven announces over the intercom to keep an eye out for a runaway pilot.
Now knowing people are looking for him, Charles lets out a sob-groan and throws his hands over his eyes, losing it before taking a few deep breaths.
"Just breathe," he mutters to himself. "Just breathe, Charlie. You've managed before once. You can do it again." Charles takes another breath and arms himself with a handgun as someone begins to open the door.
He quickly draws and aims at Henry(are you surprised?), who raises an eyebrow and gives Charles a look of, 'bitch, really?' and leaning against the doorway, propped up on his arm.
Charles only stands his ground, taking deep breaths as he shakily speaks. "Take me home."
Henry only responds by snapping his fingers on one side and tapping his nails against the doorway, two sounds that heavily distract Charles.
It gets worse when, in between snaps and taps, Henry cracks and pops his knuckles, even clicking and clucking his tongue and tsking.
It doesn't help that Charles keeps noticing the weapons on the walls, especially the damage some have on them.
Henry snaps his fingers in front of Charles and removes his top hat, so Charles has a clear shot to his head.
Charles clenches his eyes shut and pulls the trigger, damning the consequences and the fact that he still has no idea how to get home.
Click!
Charles pales as his stomach drops with his hands and the gun, sliding to the ground as Henry kneels back in front of him.
"Do you REALLY think we'd keep our weapons loaded when we don't use them?"
Charles goes to hit Henry with the gun, as it's now a blunt weapon, but Henry grabs his wrist and pulls him close, so his back is against Henry's chest and Henry can slip an elbown around Charles's neck.
"By the way," Henry says before leaning into Charles's ear and growling, "You should've taken that shot, when you had the chance."
CUT TO EARTH(BECAUSE I'M A TROLL😈😈😈)
Rupert and Calvin are driving on that off road from Part 4 and looking for Charles's car, he's gonna need for when he gets back.
"I hope Charles is okay."
"You said that yesterday," Rupert replies sharply.
Calvin shrugs. "I'm just worried, that's all. He's been gone for a while, and Henry's got him."
"And he wants to know where we put the sapphire."
Rupert stops when they find Charles's car, but Calvin's not done.
"Where's the sapphire, anyway?"
"Shipped it off," Rupert explains as he leaves the car. "The General's having some friends of his make a replica, though, out of glass."
Calvin follows and they find a very relaxed Terrence, who's lying on Charles's car.
Calvin steps up and demands to know what Terrence is doing here.
"Nice to see you, too," Terrence sighs as he gets up. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"We're bringing Charles home, and he's gonna need that," Rupert snarls.
"Not where he is, but knock yourselves out," Terrence dismisses as he tosses the keys to Calvin. "Told anyone that it needed gas. Kept it company."
Calvin eyes Terrence, but loads in and starts Charles's car.
"I'll follow you," Rupert calls as he hops back into his car; the plan is that they're going to rtyrn the car to Charles's house, grab the twins', and return to the base. Rupert's following Calvin, for safety reasons.
Calvin gives a thumbs up and they head out toward Charles's house, Terrence riding with a tense Rupert.
"So the pilot's up in the stars now? Shame."
"You left him that note," Rupert replies sharply. "Why?"
Terrence raises an eyebrow. "When people can't solve a problem, you either give them a hint or solve it for them, which won't help them at all."
Rupert's eyes go wide as he stares at Terrence. "'Help?' You call getting Charles kidnapped 'HELP?'"
"Help is like art; it can mean anything."
"That son of a bitch is forcing him into withdrawl!" Rupert snaps. "He's keeping him from taking his medicine and you're just going to sit back and say you 'helped!?'"
Terrence stares down at his boots as Rupert locks his eyes on the road.
"I swear, if Charles dies, it's on you."
Terrence only stares out the window and remains silent for a while until they drop off Charles's car and head back to the base.
"He won't die. Henry won't let him."
"How do you know?" Rupert asks.
"Because he's selfish and childish, and he hates sharing his toys."
"But he LEADS the Toppat Clan."
"Which used to belong to Reginald," Terrence explains. "Charles is the General's son, adopted or otherwise, and the General calls MOST of the shots."
Rupert tightens his grip on the steering wheel. "And with Charles on that station, we can't attack."
Terrence nods. "The General's already lost a lot of people. What d'you think he'll do if he accidentally gets Charles incinerated in space?"
They're silent for the rest of the drive, after that.
Now that I bring up Galeforce, we cut to him watching the live feed of Charles escaping before being dragged back to his cell, kicking, screaming, and crying. Right, who's pulling him, grabs his hands and re-restrains him, so Charles is back to hanging.
WITH CHARLES!
He's struggling against his cuffs again as Henry, Right, Reginald and Ellie watch, unimpressed, fed up, and just sick of his BS.
"You know, this would've been A LOT easier, if he'd just stayed like this the entire time," Ellie rematks with her arms folded.
Henry nods, but signs, 'We can't have him atrophied or with his arms stick like that, but at least it keeps him in one place.'
They watch him keep trying to break free, Charles not noticing them.
"We could tell 'im 'ow to get to an escape pod, and 'e wouldn't listen," Right says.
"We could literally say ANYTHING, and he wouldn't listen," Ellie adds.
Reginald only sighs/groans as he leans his head against Right's shoulder. "How long is he going to do that until he realizes it won't help?"
They watch Charles for a little bit longer before, Ellie, who gets the 'okay' nod from Henry, steps up and slams her fist into Charles's stomach.
Charles stops instantly and has a coughing fit.
Cut to Galeforce seeing this and clenching a fist before cutting back to Charles as he keeps coughing.
"You're not doing yourself any favors, so just tell us what we want to know and we'll send you on your merry way."
Charles weakly glares at them, though he looks eyes with Henry.
"What part of 'I don't know where the sapphire is,' do you not understand?" He snaps. "I fell unconscious, when I gave it to them, so HOW could I be able to tell where they hid it?"
Henry furrows his brow before Reginald speaks up, "If you didn't hide it, someone else must have, and you're the top pilot, if you don't know where it is, who would?"
Charles immediately thinks of the twins, but shakes his head, eyes on the floor to avoid looking at everyone. "I don't know."
"Careful, kid," Right says. "If y' keep lying, you'll get yourself killed."
Charles shakes his head again. "I really don't know."
Right, knowing Charles is lying, punches him in the cheek with his non-cybernetic hand.
It makes Charles's ear ring and makes him taste blood(because he bit his cheek), before Henry approaches him and signs to him.
'Don't think I forgot about those twins you care about. If they know, we'll drop you off and pick them up, easy. Unless you want to tell us yourself where ths sapphire is?'
Charles's face drops with horror before he glares and spits a mix of blood and saliva at Henry, hitting him on the cheek.
"Fuck you."
Henry, ever the gentleman, scowls and wipes himself off, nodding at Right and Ellie; 'He's yours.'
He and Reginald turn to leave, but Henry lightly holds Ellie's arm and leans into her ear.
"Don't break him."
"Why would I break your new favorite toy? Give me some credit."
The two smile at each other and Henry leaves, Reginald behind him; he did not want to be in that room when Right and Ellie were there.
The door closes and the two turn to Charles, Right letting Ellie go forst because she's a lady👸
Cut back to Galeforce, who cringes as Ellie punches Charles sone more, the pilot groaning and crying out with each strike.
Victoria and Konrad enter the room carefully, Konrad holding a rolled up piece of paper and Victoria there as his escort and emotional support.
"General, you asked for us?"
Galeforce turns away from the monitor as he it shows Ellie letting Right take a turn and Charles pick up his feet to kick him away.
"I did. How's the design coming along?"
Konrad passes the rolled up paper to Galeforce, who opens and insects it.
"We've already got a few prototypes being built, so we should be ready for testing soon."
Galeforce nods at them. "Good. When they're done, have them tested ASAP, got it?"
Both nod and Galeforce dismisses them, though. Victoria stays to long enough to see him set down the paper and maks himself keep watching the feed, on which Right throws a kick HARD into Charles's stomach and makes him cough worse than when Ellie punched him.
It makes Victoria flunch becofe she turns to the General.
"I don't know who's getting it worse, him or you."
Galeforce ignores her, only watching as Right lets Ellie have a turn again.
Victoria puts a hand on his shoulder, and she can FEEL how much he's shaking.
"We're going to bring him home soon, General. I promise."
Galeforce, without looking, rests his hand on Victoria's.
"Thank you."
CUT BACK TO CHARLES!!!
Right and Ellie are gone, and he's beat to all hell, his face and body bloodied and bruised, though his ribs aren't as significantly bruised as his face, because of obvious reasons.
Charles is breathing heavily and spitting out blood, because it taste makes him sick. He rests his head against his arm and gives his restraints another pull before sighing and letting out a sob.
He doesn't know if the others know he's on the station, but hopes that they're both alright and planning on getting him out, because he's trapped.
Then he thinks about how Henry knew Charles was protecting the twins, and breaks down.
Henry knows about the twins.
"I'm sorry," Charles says to no one in particular. "I'm so sorry."
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ellemcu · 4 years ago
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I don’t want to hurt you (bucky x reader)
Part 1 \\ Part 2 \\ Part 3
Part 4  A different HYDRA
Word count: 2382
Warnings: sexual assault,cursing, gruseom deaths:),semi naked,
ATTENTION: THIS COULD TRIGGER SOMEONE and for personal reasons I am not going to be writing it in full detail the delicate subject, if you wanna keep on reading though just not that bit imma put asterisks when it begins and ends, there is no problem, I understand completely.
You felt a hand being placed on your cheek, smudging away something liquidy that had dripped down your cheek. Before you could open your eyes, the warmth of the hand quickly vanished and a hard punch hit your cheekbone followed quickly by another punch only this time on your temple. Now you realized what that liquid was and you shot your eyes open.
At first everything was blurry, a strong light shining over you but after few seconds your eyesight got used to it and your eyes darted around for wherever the fuck you were. That’s when you noticed a tall man standing in front of you, wearing a military camouflage suit with a very irritating smirk on his face. He lowered his head, slowly reaching your level of hight since you were strapped on a chair ”Добро пожаловать, милая, или, лучше сказать, хладнокровный убийца, Гидре.(welcome sweetheart or should i say cold blooded murderer, to HYDRA)” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head and rattled your chains just to see if they were really firm and they just rattled. You shook your body until you stopped dead in your tracks. You swallowed, hard, and lifted your head slowly to look around the room you were in. 
You were not in a room. You were in the middle of a gigantic open space, surrounded by footbridges and staircases that led to thousands of cells, more like cages, but they were all empty. All of their prisoners, or soldiers were standing right infront of you. They were staring at your bloody and bruised body as if they were enjoying it, as if you were on display for them. You looked down and saw your pants had been ripped ( idk like now they’ve become shorts) and you were only in a sports bra, leaving your skinny but muscular body showing. 
You were not ashamed of your body(bc you are perfect and yes i'm talking to you, not Y/N in my story, YOU and you are just perfect just the way u are, please never change, please<3) but the thing that worried you the most was that you were completely covered in blood, some wasn’t even yours but most of it was yours and it was gushing out from deep cuts that were everywhere. Your whole body ached and breathing was becoming very hard. You looked back at the whole crowd that was standing in front of you, searching for someone you recognized. I mean you were at hydra. You scanned the crowd and then made eye contact with the all-in-black dude you had tried to kill, holding a cloth on his neck.”So I did hit him after all” you mumbled under your breath. 
You were tired of being at the center of attention and were starting to want some answers. The man wearing the camouflage suit was standing behind you, this was your chance so you turn your chair facing him and you kick his shin. He groans in pain and leans over his leg and you knock him out cold using your head against his. You stand up on the chair and sat back down with force causing the chair to break.
You did that so quickly that by the time you were standing up, ready to fight the whole crowd was still looking at you with wide eyes. You smirk and crack your neck, ready to bring down other guards(damn, your cool as fuck) You squint your eyes trying to see any guards coming your way and lock eyes with the soldier you had tried to kill. His eyes were full of worry but at the same time his expression was cold, you were lost in those steel blue eyes but before you knew it s man grabbed your arms. You immediately reacted and jumped backwards on top of his shoulders. You punched his face a few times until you cracked his neck and he fell to the floor. you jumped off him before he hit the ground and searched for any guns or knives you could use since they had taken everything away from you but unfortunately you found nothing.
In the meantime the crowd of people started running in all directions, seizing the opportunity to escape this damn place. You were still under their control so that thought didn’t come to your mind. From all the chaos you started running towards the man you had killed. You ran up to him and you both started throwing punches and kicks (idk imagine your fight scene however you want :)) until you jumped on his back and swung yourself backwards making you both fall down. He hit his head and you took this chance to get on top of him with both of your knees on his sides, holding his metal arm with one of your hands and the other one was gripping his throat, your grip tightening by the second. He was trying in every way to move but your position was holding him unbelievably still. He was knocked out cold for sure but that wasn’t enough for you. You wanted him dead. Just a little bit more and he would’ve died but someone elbowed harshly your neck, pain once again flooding everywhere.
It distracted you so your grasp loosened as the man took a long and loud breath. You were about to choke whoever dared stopping you but someone pulled your hair, dragging you away from the man laying on the floor. You quickly turned your body around making the person holding your hair release his grip. You punched him in the chin, knocking him out dead. You were surrounded but that wasn’t going to stop you ,hell no. You took down 6 soldiers quickly but then a dozen charged towards you, making you stumble on the ground. They were all punching and kicking you senseless until one of them stuck a syringe in your arm and injected something in you, making you dizzy. “Great, here we go again.” you sated, locking eye contact with the man you wanna kill so bad. His eyes were filled with fear and something else you couldn’t quite understand: Then it all went black, again.
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You woke up with someone slapping you. Your eyes shot open as your reflexes kicked in and you shot your arm up only to be stopped by some leather straps. You groaned in annoyance and started looking around. You were in an oddly familiar room but it wasn’t quite the same. Then it hit you, you were surrounded by the same machines from your HYDRA. You breathing quickened until a man stepped in the room. ”Well soldier, it was about time you woke up.” he started. “You injured many of my most trained men, how did you do that?”he went on, your heart beating faster by the second. He started walking towards you and you spoke up,”(How long)сколько”. He snickered, “два месяца (two months)”. Fuck. He gotta be lying, you can’t have been out for 2 months, that's impossible but the way he looked at you told you otherwise. He was getting a bit too close though. ”запусти машины, я буду наслаждаться этим (start the machines, i'm gonna enjoy this).” he said with a calm expression which was not reassuring. A scientist pressed a big red button and electricity started running in your body again, only this time it was way stronger and blood was actually escaping your stained skin. You were shaking violently, screaming at the top of your lungs even though nobody could hear you. Your chest rising and lowering at an unimaginable pace. Just to add a bit of spice, some needles were injected in your muscles and shot something in your body making you numb but at the same time the pain became even more unbearable. The pain increased painfully slowly until it all came to a halt. The machines detached from your sensitive skin and you opened your eyes slowly, caching your breath. You were shacking uncontrollably and feared what the man was going to do to you next and just to your fucking luck the man was staing right infront of you with a grin on his face.
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As he stepped closer to you, you tried moving your arms but they were firmly strapped to your sides, he leaned over you and mumbled in your ear “Such a beautiful lady, with amazing skills, who wouldn’t fall for that?”he said tucking your hair back. “убирайся от меня (get the fuck away from me)” you warned him with an intimidating cold voice “ or I swear to god your gonna regret this, im gonna break every single bone in your body, watching you suffer and slowly rip your organs out of your body, painfully slow, starting from your eyes and ending with your heart all while you’re still alive.” you spoke up not liking one bit the position you found yourself in.
He grinned to the feistiness you had in you. He then started touching your body, in places you never wanted anyone to touch, though many already had. Tears were starting to develop in the brim of your eyes but you wouldn’t let them fall. Hell no, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that. You had to stay strong, I mean it was soon all gonna end.
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It all came to an end as he stopped and nodded towards the scientist. He got up and stared at you, mesmerized by your beauty. The maschines started whirring and the electricity ran through your veins once again. but this time after the stress your body had gone through you weren’t sure if you could take the pain much longer. You were trembling when after, god knows how many hours later some guards untied you and carried you to a small cell. Your body was exhausted and needed a break but you knew that you didn’t have much time before they came back for you in the morning. You crawled in a ball against the wall and concentrated on your breathing, it was very shaky and you could only take short breaths because of your neck and rib bruises, which were probably internal too. You obviously couldn’t sleep, not after all that you had done, it would all come back so you concentrated on the sounds that could be heard outside your cell.
After a few minutes you heard gunshots and screaming, someone’s here. You stood up as quickly as possible looking around yourself to find anything you could use to protect yourself with and to your luck you found an old and rusty crowbar, but that'll do just fine. You picked it up and placed both hands on it, ready to harm anyone that came too close to you. You heard footsteps coming closer to you and a man with an oddly familiar voice screaming stuff like “mercy”, “please”, “she’s in here” and someone started firing bullets to your door with a gun, after a bunch of shots someone kicked the door off its hinges. You squinted your eyes slightly, not used to the light that was coming in the cell. A tall blonde man entered your room, he had a shield in his right hand and a helmet on his head. You tightened your grip on the crowbar showing the man that you were not afraid to use it. He took a step forward which was confusing for you because he surely knew who you were but he still wasn’t showing any sign of being scared. ”Listen, Y/n I’m Steve, we’re gonna get out of here alright?” he asked with an oddly calm voice, offering his hand out: You didn’t know if to trust him or not, for all you knew people kept trying to torture you. Your brain didn’t trust this guy at all, but you had a feeling that he was surely gonna bring you somewhere better than this. You nodded slightly as you walked towards him, as soon as your hands touched you weren’t really sure if you made the right choice, never trusting anyone was the best way to go wasn’t it?
You feared your choice was the biggest mistake you've ever made. The man grabbed you and twisted you around, your body so weak you winced in pain, and he injected something in your neck.Your body started to feel numb, starting from your toes, up your legs, to the muscle of your neck, till your eyes. You fought to keep your eyes open, this was not happening again. You crouched on the ground and spun yourself in a circle with your leg straight, making the man,who called himself Steve, fall to the ground, you picked yourself up and punched him in the face, hard, making his face bleed.
All of a sudden you collapsed on the ground, an indescribable pain flooded in your chest and neck, it must have been the liquid he injected in you earlier. You were trembling and you couldn’t breathe. 
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You sat on the floor with your fists on your chest, you weren’t gonna leave this place without a fight and you were not going to leave with some stranger. He stood up quickly and your eyelids started to feel heavy, he walked towards you as you lied down on the ground, shaking violently again. “What the fuck did you put in me?” you murmured with a menacing tone. You closed your eyes, not having enough energy to keep them open anymore and you slipped  in unconsciousness.
Part 5
I know, they inject lots of stuff lol. But i couldn’t think of a better way to do it. This is a long one to make up for the last one which was pretty short. I hope you like it ! If you wanna be tagged, just ask :) 
Elle
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the-lady-writes-what · 4 years ago
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If you’ll excuse me… can I… like… get some of nsfw content you mentioned in the first scenario you’ve written for Dabi with disabled s/o… pretty please?👉👈
@im-here-only-for-yandere-boys, I got you, beau.
Contents: May contain Dabi being an asshole (but what else is new?). Ventures into the dub-con territory.
                                                       —080—
You were alone at the base with just Dabi. You left him to chain smoke his cigarettes on the living room couch while you ventured into the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. Your hands gripped the “well-loved” handle on your cane to keep you standing on your own feet. Dabi’s eyes followed you briefly as you stood up and started for the kitchen. You feel the fire of his gaze fixate on your back then travel lower. You paid this no comment. 
When you no longer felt Dabi’s heated gaze, you relaxed your shoulders. Your cheeks darkened to a lovely hue just thinking about him staring at you like that. You should be grateful, he often told you, that somebody like him plucked you off the streets. He brought you amongst others like you. The discarded, the forgotten. You’d gone along with him willingly, but your quirk was useless for the LOV. Everybody except Toga, Twice, and Mr. Compress said so. Not even Dabi, which made you wonder why he picked you up in the first place. 
You can make yourself dinner without assistance. Toga and Mr. Compress were a little too eager for your liking to help you in the kitchen. They were always handing you things, cutting vegetables for you, reaching for plates or glasses when you were in the middle of doing so. It was all so very annoying. You wanted to snap at them sometimes, but they were kind. A lot nicer than other people were. 
Dabi, on the other hand, was different. It was almost like he enjoyed seeing you struggle. You wobbled on your knees sometimes when you stood up for too long or struggled to reach for something on a shelf and howl in pain when your back feels like you were hit with a sledge hammer. From time to time, you saw from the corner of your eye, Dabi standing there and watching you fight against your own body’s weaknesses. You couldn’t decide whether his smirk turned you on or if it infuriated you. You opened the cupboard, looking for a bowl, when your back spasmed. Pain radiated from the center of your spine. Suddenly, your legs turned to Jell-O and buckled underneath your weight. There was a crash as you tumbled over. 
Dabi took his sweet time getting to you. You heard his heavy footsteps approach you. You felt the veins in your legs burst, bruising  your legs in violent colors of deep purple. Tears bubbled and soon poured forth as you couldn’t tolerate the pain. Dabi walked to where your head lay on the cold tile and crouched down. 
“Need some help?” He asked. 
You carefully raised yourself up and leaned on your elbows. You could barely see his smarmy face through the tears. 
“Please…”
“Please what?” 
You bit your lower lip. Dabi didn’t help you unless there was something in it for him. With Dabi there was always an ultimatum. You lower your head. Words were caught up in your throat. A lump formed there and you were forced to swallow past it. The pain in your legs was too intense; you just wanted to lay down. You managed to wipe some tears away then slowly raised your head. 
“Please help me up. I-I can’t stand on my own. It’ll hurt too much if I try to get up and walk.” You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you said this. 
The corner of Dabi’s mouth rose higher. He looked more like a devil than a savior. You practically heard the gears in his head whirring into life. There was always a price. In shame, you tried to hide your face from his again. Calloused fingers cupped your chin and squeezed your cheeks. Dabi lifted your head up to meet his gaze. 
“Am I going to get a reward for helping you out?” 
There it was. You swallowed your pride. 
“S-Sure, whatever. Just help me up.” 
“Was that so hard, doll?” Asked Dabi. 
He shot to his feet. Dabi gently rolled you over and slid his scarred arms under your back. He was strong enough to scoop you up off the floor with no effort at all. You couldn’t have weighed more than a pillow to him. Dabi maneuvered to the bedrooms. Your door had been left ajar. Dabi kicked it open and strolled inside. You realized that Dabi hadn’t been in your room before. He always hung out in your door frame, but never invaded your personal space. You were placed gently on your bed instead of being thrown like a rag doll as you were half-expecting. Dabi put his back to you. Rather than leave, he closed the door and locked it. 
Dabi chucked his jacket onto the back of the footboard of your bed. His hands shucked off his white tank top in one go and let your eyeballs ogle every inch of his exposed, scarred, and stapled skin. 
“Like what you see?” He asked. 
“Just get it over with,” you ground between your teeth. 
“As you wish,” Dabi scoffed. 
Dabi let you keep your bra on, but that was it. All the rest of your clothes landed in a pile, piece by piece. Dabi took them off with the leisure of a man with nothing better to do. Or, more likely, he was looking to savor each second of peeling back the layers to see what was underneath all that fabric. Dabi’s rough fingers pulled down the cups of your bra to give each nipple a long, hard suck. When your chest was sufficiently covered in his love bites, Dabi slotted himself between your legs. His fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper before sliding his pants down along with his boxers, just enough to expose his hardened member. You swallowed hard. 
Dabi was able to stuff you with his cock in one thrust, bottoming out. The room quickly filled with the sound of flesh slamming against flesh. Your body creaked beneath the power of Dabi rutting you into the mattress. Your legs dangled helplessly on either side of Dabi’s waist. Pain shot through them. You cried out but Dabi didn’t take this to mean stop because you were in pain. If anything, it urged him to go faster, harder.
“Do you like it?” He pressed his pierced lip against your ear, never stopping the thrust of his hips. “Do you like being my little cock sleeve, baby? I can feel you tightening up down there.”
You grasped the sheets while your back started to scream from Dabi’s forceful movements. You wrapped your legs around Dabi’s waist and squeezed around him. Pleasure replaced pain, or at least disguised it. You began rutting your hips in time with Dabi’s. Your inner thighs grew slicker. Something clicked in your brain that made you forget everything that didn’t involve Dabi being buried all the way to the hilt inside you. You could only think about how Dabi was making you feel. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. 
Dabi looked down on you. His face was that of a triumphant demon of seduction. He captured his prey and was in the throes of enjoying his meal. He slammed his hips against you, making sure to absolutely wreck you for anyone else. The harder he moved inside your body, the tighter your walls became. Your cunt clenched around him, setting off an orgasmic high. 
You have no idea how loud you screamed once you came. Your inner walls clenched around Dabi’s cock with a vice grip before spilling yourself all over him. Dabi fell close behind and gripped the headboard. He slammed home one last time before coming inside of you. You were both panting for breath for several minutes before Dabi had the sense to pull out. Once he adjusted himself, Dabi went to the nearest bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth and started to clean you between your legs. This was just a rouse to tease your overly sensitive clit. 
“Such a good girl for me. You really know how to show gratitude. I should have rescued you from that fake hero society much sooner.” Dabi kissed your inner thigh before leaving you with washcloth to finish cleaning yourself.
                                                     —080—
(Sorry this is late. I’m extra when it comes to writing and I kept getting distracted. I hope I did okay. I don’t think I’ve written characters with disabilities before. I don’t know if this is an accurate portrayal, but I’m sorry if it’s not. I tried the best I could. I also hope this wasn’t too over-the-top. I can tone it down if you want)
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megalony · 4 years ago
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I want a baby
This is a new murderer! Ben Hardy imagine that was inspired by ‘The time Traveler’s wife’ and there will be a follow-up part to this. I hope you all will like it.
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Murderer! Ben masterlist
Warning: Detailed scene of miscarriage.
Summary: Ben and (Y/n) are trying for a baby but things don’t go smoothly when (Y/n) suffers a few bad miscarriages.
Enjoy.
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He was finally home.
She could hear the sound of his shoes hitting the wall when dug his toes into the back of his shoe to kick it off his foot and into its rightful place up against the wall near to the front door. The usual thud of his jacket followed the sound of his shoes and the jingling of the many keys on his chain being dropped into the dish near the door.
The sound of his feet hit the stairs and made the floorboards groan under his harsh footing and weight. He never seemed to be able to walk lightly even if he was following someone, his feet automatically slammed down like he was trying to make imprints no matter what surface he was walking on. Not that (Y/n) really minded, the way he walked was unique and told her it was her husband that was home and he always seemed to walk in beat with a heartbeat.
(Y/n) didn't bother to open her eyes when she heard him getting closer and closer to their shared room, she decided to wait and see what he would do if he thought she was asleep. They both knew well enough that (Y/n) hardly ever went to sleep without him unless she waited up so long and fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion, and those days were rare. It took a lot out of her to stop herself from smiling when the door opened and she could hear his slow breaths filling the room.
It was as if (Y/n) could actually feel his surprise when his eyes set on her and saw that she was sleeping even with the lamp turned on very low.
(Y/n) tensed her legs to stop them from moving and giving away the game that she wasn't really asleep, she had only been resting her tired eyes when Ben finally came home. She wasn't mad at him for staying out, it was unnatural for Ben to come home at a reasonable time when he had been at work and she understood what he did for a living and it meant he was sometimes stolen from her for a while. She was never mad at him for staying at work late, even if Ben sometimes got mad at himself for it.
She could feel his weight pressing down on his side of the bed behind her and she could hear the little pops of the buttons on his shirt that he was taking off. (Y/n) felt the bed lift ever so lightly before quickly settling back down when he moved to take off his socks and trousers before climbing into bed behind her, still under the impression that she was asleep.
For a moment, (Y/n) thought Ben was just going to lie down and try to fall asleep since it took him a while to calm his mind enough to fall asleep. But his arm soon found its way around her waist and she could feel his chest pressing up against her back.
When a kiss was slowly pressed to the back of her neck, a smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips and she had to fight to keep her eyes closed when he was making the blood rush to her head and her skin tickle. He kept lingering kisses against her neck before peppering open-mouthed kisses down the back of her neck and along to her shoulder causing (Y/n)'s smile to disappear so he would still think she was asleep. After a little while, his lips moved back up to her neck until he reached just under her jaw.
"I know you're awake." He murmured the words quietly against her skin, feeling the way the muscles in her neck pulled up when she swallowed before her eyes slowly fluttered open like butterfly wings. "I can practically hear your heartbeat, baby." He added when he could see her questioning how he knew, but there was no smug tone to his voice like she thought there would have been.
(Y/n) lifted her hand from the bed to gently brush over Ben's cheek before her fingers trailed down to play with the silver chain hanging around his neck. With the kind of job and business Ben had, he didn't like too many people knowing that he was married. He had too many enemies and he couldn't have them knowing his weakness because it put (Y/n) in danger so instead of wearing his wedding ring on his finger, he wore it around a chain on his neck. Only Ben's workers at the club knew about (Y/n) and that Ben was married and that was the way it had to stay.
"I missed you." (Y/n) twirled the silver chain around her finger before looping Ben's ring onto her middle finger, marvelling at how wide it was and how it would never manage to stay on her finger for more than a few seconds.
"Hm, good." Ben's response was quiet but his words were cocky as he trailed his kisses up her jaw before his hands moved and he slowly turned (Y/n) over so she was laying on her back. Giving him the opportunity to move and lay over her, resting his weight on his forearms that were resting next to her shoulders, pinning her beneath him like she was his prey.
"Charming." (Y/n)'s tired eyes looked up into his as he grinned, momentarily stopping his kisses so he could watch her play with the ring hanging around his neck. When (Y/n) held his ring on her finger up for him to see, he quirked a brow before pulling on the chain, slipping it from her finger so he could put it on his own. Seeing him wear the ring around his neck made (Y/n) smile because it was like she was his secret he didn't want to share, but seeing the ring on his finger always made her heart jump in her chest and he knew it.
"You should miss me, it shows how much you love me. Plus, being away all day means I can come home and do this." Their voices didn't go above whispers but they had no need to speak any louder.
Ben's words made (Y/n) smile and caused her eyes to roll even though she knew he was right. She wouldn't miss him as much if she didn't love him the way she did and it definitely was nice when she hadn't seen him all day for him to come home and be affectionate like this. This was the usual routine if he was away all day and (Y/n) was still awake, he would come home and worm his way into her arms and never let her leave his embrace until the morning. He wrapped himself around her like a vine and she loved it.
Ben slipped the ring off his finger and let fall down and sway against his chest before he leaned down to steal a kiss from her lips. When he pulled up for air, his eyes narrowed and an inquisitive smile formed on his lips when he noticed the look in her eyes as she cupped his face. There was something on her mind or something that she wanted to tell him.
"I want a baby."
In her head that sounded much kinder and more of a conversation starter than a statement she expected Ben to go along with. She didn't want to blurt it out like that but she also didn't want to beat about the bush this late at night.
(Y/n) could see the surprise in Ben's eyes and the smile on his lips at how blunt she was but he wasn't offended by it thankfully.
"Are you asking me or telling me, love?" Ben didn't really mind either way because it was clear (Y/n) wanted to talk about this, she wasn't just putting it out there and expecting him to go along with it. This was up for discussion so asking or telling him what she wanted wasn't an issue.
"Both... what do you think? I really want to try for a baby."
"I think you must be mad to want a baby with me, but I'll go along with it if you're sure... after last time-" No more words could pass through Ben's lips before (Y/n) was pulling him down by his cheeks so she could press a bruising kiss to his lips.
Ben knew their must be something wrong with (Y/n)'s morality for her to be in love with him. He was bad news, he was a killer and he hurt and threatened and blackmailed people, he wasn't the kind of husband she should have or that she deserved. But he couldn't have been more relieved that she had chosen him and had stayed with him.
A baby was foreign territory to Ben, not to say that he didn't want a child, it just wasn't something he would ever have thought about before (Y/n) came along considering what he did for a living. But he knew deep down a baby with (Y/n) was something he could see in his future and it was certainly something he knew (Y/n) had her heart set on. He just hoped it would be different than last time.
They hadn't exactly been trying for a baby last time, it had been out of the blue and (Y/n) miscarried at two months anyway. As long as this time went better, Ben could see no problems with adding to their numbers.
(Y/n) couldn't help but hold her breath when Ben's lips moved from her own, down her chin and back down her neck. He felt the way her chest shuddered beneath his lips and how she kept taking short breaths and holding her breath for a long time like he was very used to by now. It was like she didn't know what he was going to do next and so held her breath in anticipation and he loved it. Ben loved having that hold over her and the ability to take her breath away without having to do very much.
When he started to pepper kisses down the valley of her breasts he could feel her stomach tensing and pulling inwards too as her hand knotted in his hair, needing something to hold on to.
"Let's have a baby."
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His socks padded quiet yet heavily against the soft carpet that felt like sand enveloping around his feet until he felt like he was going to slip beneath the floorboards and down into the living room below. There was nothing more he wanted than to strip from the constricting clothing he wore and to jump into bed with his girl.
Ben was rather surprised (Y/n) was in bed even though it was gone midnight. Whenever he worked late like this- and he tried to make it as little as possible, she waited up for him for as long as she could until she physically dropped. Something about sleeping on her own set her on edge, she had to have Ben there to get a proper nights sleep and he wasn't complaining, as long as (Y/n) was there Ben could sleep anywhere at any given time.
He tried to be as quiet as he could when he walked into their shared room and very slowly pushed the door shut so the hinges didn't squeak and giveaway what time he was coming home. It wasn't like this was a rare thing, Ben's usual time to come back from the club was anywhere between eight at night and four in the morning. But he never liked being home this late, it made him feel bad if (Y/n) was waiting up for him and he felt even worse when he realised she was already asleep.
With this being his routine, Ben could easily get changed and walk around the bedroom without needing any lights turned on. He knew where the wardrobe was, the chest of drawers was next to the door and there was a chair near to the window where they both placed their clothes ready for morning.
Ben trudged around to his side of the bed before slowly easing himself down until he was sat on the edge, his eyes sneaking a quick glance over at (Y/n) who was sound asleep, as she should be at this hour. The moment he felt the mattress beneath him he wanted to flop down and collapse as the mattress brought the exhaustion to his bones. He shrugged off the now itchy black button up shirt he had adorned all day and tossed it down onto the floor, doing the same with his socks before a sigh left his lips. He couldn't be bothered to go into the hall to put them in the wash basket, nor could he really be bothered to grab some sleep shorts or a shirt.
Without taking off his trousers or even his belt, Ben threw the covers aside so he could lay down. He knew his mind was far too active for him to fall asleep then and there despite how tired and groggy his eyelids felt. He'd remove his uncomfortable trousers when he had the energy, right now he just wanted to let the bed hold his weight for a change and let his muscles relax.
A minute ticked by that felt like an hour to Ben as sleep desperately clawed at his mind, fighting his willpower that was keeping him awake so that he could think for a while longer.
He liked this, Ben liked having a few minutes in the dead of night- or early morning, and being surrounded by quiet. The club was anything but quiet with the sounds of men being punched and teeth being broken or flung out from gums. The sounds of blood splattering onto the floor and groans and shouts always filled the air and a lot of the time the distant sound of a radio could be heard in the background. Not to mention Ben or a few other people trying to coach a fight and tell a man where to punch to knock down his opponent.
Ben liked coming home and laying in the silence and the dark like this, it allowed his mind to rest and recover and it let him think about things over than the club. And when he had (Y/n) laid beside him it further calmed him down. (Y/n) always had the ability to calm him down even when he didn't know what was wrong himself.
Ben's left hand rested on his lower stomach where he could feel one of his tattoos beneath his fingertips which absentmindedly started to trace around the design he'd had there for roughly four years now. Ben had too many tattoos to count at this point, one of his favourites was the one of (Y/n)'s name inked onto his wrist. He knew now that (Y/n) was pregnant, when they had the baby he would have another name to add to his collection of ink on his skin. But that was months away.
As he laid thinking about anything and everything, he just so happened to move his right hand to rest beside him on the bed under the cover and it sparked his mind to wake up from his drowsy state.
The bed sheets were wet.
Ben had only just laid down and it hadn't been raining outside so that was nothing to do with him and the room wasn't anywhere near hot enough for (Y/n) to be sweating or in a cold sweat in her sleep. His confusion brought him out of his thoughts and he groggily sat himself up, leaning over to his left so he could turn on the bedside lamp.
He ran his hand through his hair to brush a few stray hairs from his eyes but Ben felt a shiver crawling ungodly slowly up his spine when his hand left his hair and came within his line of sight. Grabbing the cover, Ben aimlessly flung it towards the end of the bed around his feet so it wouldn't be an obstruction as realisation and terror dawned on him. (Y/n) wasn't sweating, the bed sheets were drenched in blood.
Ben's throat tightened and his lips curved like he was frowning or snarling when he realised that there was a repulsive smell in the air, it was iron and copper from the blood. His nose crinkled at the smell that was now overwhelming his senses and burning the back of his throat. How could he not have noticed the smell lingering in the air? Ben was around the stench of blood almost all the time when he was at work, men got punched and beaten and blood splattered from cuts, from their noses, their eyes and their mouths and lips.
And if it wasn't the men boxing that caused the stench of blood, it was Ben putting a knife or a bullet into someone. He could always see vividly the people he killed and the pool of blood they normally laid in, the smell was a normality for him. Why didn't he smell it when he laid down?
It was everywhere. The blood was smeared on his hand, it had grazed onto his right arm from him leaning it on the bed, it was spread across the whole middle of the bed and what made Ben gag was seeing blood on the pillow beneath (Y/n)'s head. She was laid in a C shape, curling her legs up to her stomach with her arms coiled to her chest, not knowing she was sleeping in a pool of blood. All the blood was situated around (Y/n), specifically her lower half so it was very clear which one of them was in trouble and where the trouble was coming from.
When Ben reached out for her he choked when he could even see blood in her hair.
How long had she been bleeding out in her sleep? Why wasn't she awake and in pain or crying or feeling something? How had it gotten like this and she hadn't woken up and noticed- why didn't he notice when he came in?
"(Y/n)... (Y/n) baby you need to wake up." Ben rubbed his thumb over her cheek as his other hand shook her shoulder with a growing force to try and wake her up.
Relief swarmed through Ben's tight chest when (Y/n)'s head jolted forward a bit and her eyes tiredly started to open and look around, adjusting to the orange light cascading the room. A small hum left her lips as she craned her head to look at Ben over her shoulder who looked like some kind of angel or demon hovering over her, she couldn't decide which. The worry on his face made her heart race and he could see the iron smell flooding her nose when it crinkled and her brows furrowed at the smell she couldn't work out.
"Baby, you're not very well. Come on, we've got to get you up." He could see his words were making little sense to (Y/n) as her eyes narrowed and creased at the corners and her head shook ever so slightly. It was like she was trying to smile out of nervousness as if she thought he was playing a joke on her but something was telling her she couldn't smile because she knew deep down that something was wrong.
Ben didn't wait any longer for a response, he simply slipped his arms under her until he could ease her into a sitting position. The amount of blood she seemed to have lost and having just woken up made her groggy and her head swayed like it was too heavy for her to hold up on her own.
Ben knew that the moment (Y/n) caught sight of the amount of blood she had lost, she would fall into a state of shock and it would make her panic when he wanted and needed her to be calm. He tried to keep her eyes focused on him as he quickly scrambled across to her side of the bed before he got off the bed and attempted to try and get (Y/n) to stand up with him. He needed to get her to the hospital because he had no idea how long she had been bleeding for or if there was anything wrong other than the obvious miscarriage.
"Baby, just look at me and trust me, okay?"
His efforts to keep her eyes on him were in vain for when he got (Y/n) to sit on the edge of the bed, something caught her eye. He stopped moving and anything else he was about to say died down in his throat when he realised her eyes had found a strand of hair hanging at the side of her face that was damp and matted together with blood.
It felt like everything was in slow motion for the couple as Ben watched (Y/n) reach a shaking hand up to her hair and rub her finger and thumb at the strands before moving her hand.
"Ben..." The terror in her voice was as clear as day because she didn't know or understand how she could have gotten blood in her hair when she hadn't hit her head or cut her hands or arms. There was nothing wrong or in pain to suggest why her hair had streaks of blood in his like highlights.
"(Y/n) I need you to stand up."
Tears of fear welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes as she stared at her husband who looked so perplexed and conflicted. He wanted to take charge, he wanted to give her an order and have her follow it and that was clear by the stern tone of his voice. But the gentle edge to his voice and the look in his eyes showed he was scared for her and he wanted so badly to just take her in his arms and hold her.
Ben couldn't tell her she'd lost a worrisome amount of blood due to a very evident miscarriage because he couldn't break her like that. Ben couldn't say those words and see what it did to his wife but saying nothing was panicking her more than he wanted it to.
Maybe it would have been better if she stayed asleep, he could have carried her out to the car and driven her to the hospital without her seeing the amount of blood she'd lost or knowing what was going on. That would have been easier for her.
Ben hooked his arms around her middle, splaying his hands on her upper chest before he tried his best to be gentle when pulling (Y/n) up onto her feet.
It almost worked.
He had (Y/n) up on her feet and he held most of her weight when she seemed to wobble and be unsteady. He walked back a few steps, pulling her along with him to get her out of the room and he almost got her to focus on him. But when her eyes looked down to Ben's shirt that she was wearing to bed and saw how it looked like it had been dyed red, her head turned to look at the bed.
"Baby no-"
Ben's hand let go of her back and pressed to her cheek to try and turn her head back to him but he couldn't do it in time. Her eyes were already looking at the pale grey sheets that were now burnt vermilion and cherry blossom red.
It was as if (Y/n) had woken up from a dream. Her trembling hand left Ben's arm and moved to feel her hair at the back of her head before shakily feeling down her neck, then scrunching up the shirt in her hand before she looked at her palm that was streaked with blood. Red was all (Y/n) could see. Her vision wasn't full of colour or reduced to black and white, it was sheathed in a layer of red like someone was holding a dark red sweetie wrapper in front of her eyes to make the world around her blushing red.
A horrid, broken yet so quiet sound scratched and cracked against the back of (Y/n)'s throat and clawed against her chapped lips as her eyes wide with pain and fear locked onto Ben like he was a lighthouse during a storm. Her hands dug down into his biceps, painting one of his bare arms red and digging crescent moons into both arms from the force she was holding him with to stop herself from collapsing.
Ben's mouth opened like he wanted to echo her scream back to her but no sound left his lips, he didn't know what to say for the first time. He always had a snarky, cheeky, rude or loving comment to respond to (Y/n) or anyone, he was never short for something to say even if it was just to bite back horrid spittle words that cut through people without him needing to put any emotion into them. But he had nothing to say that could make this situation any easier for either of them.
He watched in agony as some kind of pain either came flooding back to (Y/n) or she only now realised that there was pain somewhere in her body that she had been ignoring. Her jaw slacked and he could see her tongue tensing against the bottom of her mouth before a small, shattered cry of pain left her lips just as her head tipped down and her wide eyes snapped closed.
It was as if a fire had suddenly erupted in (Y/n)'s abdomen and the shock of the pain sent her knees buckling beneath her like broken matchsticks. Her knees caved in, thrusting all of her weight onto Ben who didn't know what else to do but to go down on his knees on the carpet with (Y/n) huddled brokenly against his chest.
(Y/n) could feel every drop of blood both fresh and dried that was painted onto her skin like drying paint and she hated it. How had she bled that much without knowing? She was fine when she went to bed, she hadn't been bleeding or in any sort of pain and she hadn't passed out from bloodloss, she had been perfectly fine.
"I need to take you to-" Ben couldn't get the words out quick enough before (Y/n) cried out, curling in on herself and forcing her knees up into her stomach like he was going to help or relieve the pain.
Ben had seen people die in front of him, he caused most of those deaths that he witnessed. It never bothered him to see people with a limb missing or a bullet hole here and there or someone battered and broken to the point of no recognition. That was his life, that was what he looked at and dealt with throughout the years of being who he was.
But in all those years, he'd never seen something remotely close to what he was seeing now. He'd never seen something so small, so odd and so gut-wrenching like the blood-covered creation (Y/n) was holding in the palm of her hand like she was willing it to be alright or holding it out for Ben to try and make better. But Ben's hands could never make a child so small come to life, his hands were the hands of the grim reaper, they stole life and they caused pain and broken bones and haemorrhages like what (Y/n) was suffering. Ben's hands did no good and if he dared to try and take hold of the creation in (Y/n)'s hands he would turn that to ash just like everything else.
The broken sob that left (Y/n)'s lips sounded like a howl in Ben's ears and it left him paralysed. He had to get up, he had to take (Y/n) to the hospital before she passed out or got an infection or something much worse. He had to take her now because she was in a worse state than he would ever have imagined, but he couldn't move.
All he could do was wrap his arms tightly around her and hug her broken frame to his bare chest. His short nails dug into her upper arm and his other hand dug into the flesh of her thigh, cradling her against him like she was the broken child that needed caring for.
Neither of them could feel the blood that was covering them like they'd had a fight with paint. All they felt was numb.
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