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sgt-seabass · 11 months ago

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𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅

✧˚ · . a collaboration between @navybrat817 and sgt-seabass

I just wanna see you bleed. Open you and set you free. (x)

pairing — bucky barnes x fem!reader w/c — 9.7k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to —♫disaster

part of the Vengeance AU previous part - 𝑬𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

warnings — bucky barnes is going through it, dark fic, the reader is having a hard time mentally (.... totally not self inserting heh), violence, slapping, spanking, use of a gun to threaten, non-consensual connotations and threats (nothing actually happens), mild mention of blood and injury, captivity, forced drugging via injection a/n — sorry this took so long. depression is a bitch. thank you navy for putting up with my delays!

The thing about love is that it comes with risks. And the biggest risk of all is loss, for a heart that does not yearn for another never truly knows the meaning of catastrophic loss until grief visits them.

Love was still worth it to Bucky. Even with his wrenching heart and endless tears, the tenderness he shared with you was something that no one could steal or decimate. While the assailants had trashed your shared home, they could never take the memories - the feeling of your deft fingers brushing across his skin, the bright smiles you’d gift him, and the unwavering silent support that always held him upright.

Bucky was a man because you motivated him to be his best self. He was no longer a ghost, a nightmare, a mirage of misery - he was human.

You were gone. And there would be nothing stopping him from getting you back.

It had been three days since you’d been taken, and frustratingly, Bucky felt no closer to finding you than the day when he’d first found the ruins of the apartment. He’d moved back into the tower with Alpine, taking up refuge in his old compound apartment. It was kept the same, like he’d never left. And he felt the same as when he’d lived there last – lost.

The whole team had become involved in finding you. You were family to all of them. And no one gets away with fucking with the family of the Avengers.

Bucky sighed and impatiently tapped his foot against the floor as he waited in the meeting room with Steve, Natasha, and Sam. Tony had been working on a reconstruction of what happened in the apartment since the security cameras were somehow turned off before the assailant’s arrival.

It was a planned hit; that much was clear. But they needed the rest of the details of what happened to know what they were looking at.

The room was silent. What could anyone say that hadn’t already been said? Bucky’s friends had already assured him they’d get you back safely, but those were empty promises said just to stop him from throwing himself off the top of the compound.

Bucky stared at the blank white wall ahead of him while his mind spiralled. This was his fault. If you were dead, that blood was on his hands. He should have known of the threat – had some inkling that this was coming. But he was completely blind-sighted. There was no indication that there was an incoming attack.

“Move the table to the side so we have room,” Tony commanded as he entered, his usual quips missing – quips that always made you laugh and smile, brightening the room with your aura.

“Hello to you too, Tony,” Sam said, assisting Bucky and Steve in pushing the meeting room table to the side so there was some floor space for Tony’s visualisation tool.

“Do you think she’s alive? Could she have survived the attack?” Were the first words out of Bucky’s mouth, his voice strained from the amount of crying he’d been doing.

“Yeah, I think she’s alive. Are you sure you want to see this, Barnes? It’s… It’s pretty brutal, even for your standards,” Tony sniped, earning a stern look from Steve. Bucky didn’t care, though; it was a fair enough jab when he’d been the one to kill Tony’s parents.

“Real smooth, Tony,” Natasha scoffed, crossing her arms.

Bucky set the awkward air aside. They weren’t going to get anywhere otherwise. “I need to see it.”

“Maybe you should wait outside, Buck—” Steve started, but Bucky raised his hand to shut him up.

“Don’t coddle me. I need to see it.”

Steve just put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze while Tony set up his small projection device.

Nothing could have prepared Bucky for the image that greeted him. There you were, or at least, an apparition of you. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he held himself back. What he couldn’t stop were the tears that welled in his eyes. What if this was the last time he ever saw you? You already looked like a ghost in the odd blue hue of the technology.

Bucky gulped, his breaths coming out thick as you started moving from the bedroom to the shower. It played out like a macabre movie. Three assailants entered the apartment through the front door.

“They had keys?” Natasha asked, and Tony nodded in response.

Sam partially looked away when the assault began, Natasha and Steve’s faces hardening while Bucky had tears tracking down his cheeks. You fought hard, and Bucky couldn’t feel any prouder. You were his light – his fire, and you fought with every morsel of energy you had.

Tony was right – the ordeal was brutal and cruel. These men didn’t just kidnap you; they tormented you. This was personal.

“Any forensics?” Steve asked, his voice shaky.

“None. Whoever they are, they’re professionals,” Tony leant against the table. “And they clearly have a vendetta. Any enemies that stand out, Barnes?”

“Hydra is always top of the list.” Just the mention of the name had everyone in the room shuddering. Hydra had already done so much damage.

“Hydra fell when S.H.I.E.L.D did. They’re gone,” Sam reclined against the wall, hand rubbing nervously over his jaw, the same spot Rumlow had got a good hit on him during their fight at the Triskelion.

“You’re naive if you think that would get rid of them.” Natasha walked up to the projection, zooming in on the word you’d written on the ground. Blonde. “Although I don’t remember any of our known enemies being blonde.”

“Pierce was blonde.” Steve suggested.

Tony shook his head. “He was grey. And I highly doubt he’d be breaking into an apartment, seeing as he’s got a bullet-sized hole in his chest. Plus, he was an old fucker.”

Bucky forced himself to watch the whole recreation, eyes not straying for a moment as he searched for anything he was missing. It was a carefully executed but merciless attack. Tony was right; it seemed you’d survive physically, but what about your mind?

Bucky could hardly bear to think about what they were doing with you now they had you alone.

With you passed out on the floor, Bucky watched as the men bundled you up in a sheet to carry your bloody mess of a body out in. “There were no drag marks?”

Tony shrugged. “Nope. They carried her.”

“Did no neighbours report anything?”

“It was early morning, so most had already left for work, and anyone who did see something aren’t coming forward. People these days aren’t keen on being a snitch since that puts a target on their backs,” Sam delivered sadly. To a degree, Bucky understood, but at the same time, he wanted to question every person in the damn building.

Realistically, his efforts would be better placed searching through viable intelligence sources. The more reliable the information, the better. These guys would have had to make some noise somewhere, and Bucky intended to find where.

“I’ll ask Maria to get the analysts onto where they might have gone. They’ll check every car that was spotted in the area if they have to. And we’ll see what we can get off the surrounding cell towers. If we’re lucky, they pinged off one of them. They can’t have just disappeared with her,” Natasha’s voice turned clinical. It was easier to be strategic without the emotional strings attached.

Steve nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Check all private flights and airspace as well. I expect they’ve left the country and gone somewhere harder to track. The fact they went to this effort and didn’t kill her outright means they have a use for her, which means she’s still alive.”

“Until that use runs out,” Bucky cut Steve off, his jaw twinging with how hard he clenched his teeth. “Then they’ll kill her.”

“We’ll find her before then, Buck.”

“We have to. She’s taken my heart with her.”

You’d been lucky in your life that you’d been sheltered from physical pain. You’d known grief, sadness, all the usual trials of life. But this level of absolute anguish was new.

You were thankful you’d gone this long not knowing what it felt like to fear an impending death.

What even was death? An endless nothing? A light at the end of the tunnel? A world where you’re reunited with all those souls that had already left? Either way, it was the cessation of suffering. You can’t suffer when you don’t exist.

Days had passed since your capture, and a routine had set in. In your dank, mossy-smelling cell, you ate, stretched, slept, shit, and brushed your teeth - a macabre rinse and repeat that had your mind dulling. You prided yourself in being creative, so having no stimuli apart from grey walls and odd smells was a special kind of torture.

Your captors left you alone for the most part. You only saw them when they delivered meals and your toothbrush, and even then, sometimes, they’d just slide the items through a small hatch in the bottom of the door, expecting you to return the items promptly.

Damien or Maddox would often leave with some snide remark, while Kage never said anything.

The thought of fighting back had crossed your mind, although you couldn’t do much with them watching, the blinking red light of a camera in the corner of your room a constant reminder that you were not alone.

Bucky would be closing in by now, right? Each time you heard steps coming to your enclosure, a morsel of hope would flourish like a blooming flower. And each time, those beautiful flowers had their heads sliced off. The disappointment was clear on your face each time, and a small whine would escape, normally ending in you devolving into a pit of tears.

Crying was the only solace.

As the days had passed, you began to fear the opening of the door, because you expected death with his scythe and billowing black mist to be there waiting to cut off your head, like the way your hope had been deflowered.

Today was the same as all the others. Pain, tears, and acute loneliness all present. You sat on your cot with your legs to your chest, bandaged feet resting on the mattress so you could cry against your knees. Your wounds were healing slowly, bloody bandages changed by Kage each day, while your heart continued to break.

The wall vibrated subtly as music began playing upstairs, the reverberations traveling all the way down to your cell. You were underground, that much you had gathered. After your dinner, you would hear the music begin to play. You weren’t sure what they were doing up there, but you never heard any additional voices, so you assumed your captors were alone. Although, there could easily be a thick layer of concrete separating your roof from their floor, so you just might not be able to hear it.

All you did know was the music normally meant it was time to try and sleep. You had no sunlight, so you had to rely on the meals and music as your clock. You could have an opposite sleeping schedule for all you knew, but the men never said anything of it, so you assumed your intuition was right.

With a heavy sigh, you lay down, covered in an oversized t-shirt and cotton panties. It was cold, but with nothing more than a thin blanket, so you had no choice but to shiver and bear it.

The vibrations in the wall made a white noise that filled the room, and you preferred that over the silence. You couldn’t hear the music, so you liked to try to imagine what song it might be based on the tempo.

You smiled to yourself as you placed your hand against the wall. Whatever it was, you knew Bucky would hate it. Deep bass beats were never his style. While you liked to imagine your boyfriend as John Wick, fighting along to electronic music, you knew the reality was far more grim.

Thinking of Bucky, your eyes started to get heavy, and you slowly fell asleep.

It wasn’t a peaceful slumber, but it was rest - something you tried to get every chance you could. You didn’t know when you’d need your strength, so you tried to reserve it.

And as it turned out, a situation requiring your strength was around the corner much sooner than you had expected.

The door to your cell swung open, and the loud sound had you shooting up with a squeak and wide eyes, no remnants of sleep in your mind as adrenaline surged through your veins.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight you’d be met with.

It was Damien who spoke first as they entered. “We caught ourselves a new pet. I have to say, this one seems much less fuckable than you.”

“Bucky,” you gasped, mostly in disbelief.

It wasn’t the rescue you’d dreamed of. Bucky hadn’t come in guns blazing and a smile of relief on his face.

No, Bucky was slumped, his metal shoulder being carried by Maddox and the other by Damien, while his legs dragged across the floor behind him and his arms were secured behind his back. He was dressed in his tactical gear like he’d come with the intention to save you. His face was bloodied and ashen, his hair sickly sticking to his forehead, and to your horror, there was a muzzle placed over the lower half of his face. You’d seen a picture of Bucky from when he was a soldier when you’d accidentally walked into a briefing room in the compound, his face scattered among others you didn’t recognise. But seeing him like that in the flesh was something else entirely.

You jumped up from the bed, ready to run to him, but Kage was by your side before you could act. He placed his hand on your collarbone, warning you to stay in place. “Your face is priceless.”

You couldn’t even feel the pain in your feet, as if the wounds were never there, as you whimpered at the sight of your lover.

“Bucky, are you alright? Bucky. Oh god.” You tried to move, but Kage’s hand gripped your forearm painfully, his digits digging in and leaving divots. Bucky tried to speak beneath the mask, but only muffled sounds came out. “No, please, don’t hurt him.”

“Bit late for that, don’t you think?” Maddox grinned, the pride clear as day on his face. “The mutt put up a fight, I’ll give it that. But it failed. That must really suck for you.”

They spoke like he wasn’t even a man. Not even a dog. Just an annoyance - a hindrance.

Damien and Maddox dumped Bucky on his knees a few steps from you. And that’s when he finally looked up. It was like he hadn’t wanted to accept that was your voice he heard, but once he set eyes on you, that was it.

The dams broke, and both of you resolved into tears. “No, this isn’t real. This can’t be happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening.” Damien kicked Bucky’s back, sending him lurching forward, his cheek painfully hitting the concrete floor. The pained sounds that came from your boyfriend would haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Stop it!” You yelled, Bucky’s whimpers too much for you to handle. He was trying so desperately to speak, to move, but they’d beaten him badly and secured his metal arm away with vibranium cuffs.

It didn’t stop him from trying though. Bucky rose to his feet, swinging his weight around so he could roundhouse kick towards Maddox and Damien. Maddox was faster though, pushing Damien out of the way and catching Bucky’s leg.

There was a sick crunch when Maddox tripped Bucky’s stable left leg, his body buckling to the floor while Maddox held his right leg, allowing the joint at his hip to fold into an odd position before Bucky hit the floor on his side. He withered with a pained groan, while Damien took the chance to kick him in the stomach. It was like watching the most morbid film play out in front of you, and all you wanted to do was hold Bucky and tell him it was going to be okay. But the thing was, you never lied to him. And you had no plan to start now.

You tried desperately to wrench yourself from Kage’s grip, but instead he yanked your back to his chest, placing his arm across your belly so you were held uncomfortably against him. “He failed you. Do you think he still thinks this is all worth it? Or do you think he should have just left you to rot?”

It was the most Kage had ever spoken to you, as if Bucky’s mere presence brought out a vitriol he kept hidden.

You shook your head, desperate to reject the baseless accusations. Even with his mouth covered, you could see in his expression alone the love Bucky held for you. You would never stop believing in him, even in death. “He hasn’t failed me,“ you gritted out, tears tracking down your cheeks. “He could never fail me.”

A sense of realisation took over you, the cogs turning as you looked upon your beaten lover. You’d wished for him to rescue you, to take you away from the pain and shield you from any further torment. But in doing so, you’d denied that Bucky was vulnerable - that he was the human you so dearly loved - made of flesh and blood and so dearly mortal. By placing him on the pedestal of a hero, you denied him his sensitivities, his feelings. You’d made him impuissant through your view of him as an impregnable force. You forgot that he is but a thing of atoms and material, so easily broken.

It was due to your expectations that he lay on the ground before you, bleeding and crying. Because he knew you were waiting for him. And here he was - just not in the way you had hoped. Now, hope was but a bird with broken wings, ready for death and the conclusion of existence. It was time for it to be put out of its acute misery. And it was time for you to mature and take responsibility for your future.

“The only person who can save me is myself. It’s my path to take, not his,” your words came out shuddered, your hand raising to cover your mouth to try and hide your sob. It did little to muffle the sound as your eyes met the familiar cerulean blues. “Bucky. It’s fine.”

Damien pulled the muzzle from his face, and Bucky allowed a deep breath for what seemed like the first time in hours. “You have me, just let her go.”

Maddox laughed, shaking his head as he ruffled Bucky’s hair. “Trying to be noble, huh?” His fingers looped in the sweat-drenched strands, roughly pulling Bucky’s head back as he whimpered. “Do we look like we’re going to let her go?”

“She’s innocent in this, please,” Bucky begged, blood trickling down from his hairline as he squirmed on the cold floor. It was a painful, pitiful sight. “Keep me, but let her go.”

“Why would we when we can have some fun? She’s so pretty when she cries. The perfect toy for us to play with,” Kage husked, the hand on your stomach starting to dip lower towards your dignity.

You slapped his hand, an action which gained you a violent response. Kage threw you to your knees, the impact causing your bones to quiver and your cries to fill the room. You had to be strong, you had to be strong - the mantra didn’t help much as Bucky snarled protectively. “You touch her, and I’ll fucking kill you. I swear I’ll–”

“You keep running that mouth of yours, and it’s her we’ll punish,” Maddox gripped Bucky’s chin between his fingers, before spitting in his face.

“Please, I’m begging you. She’s just a normal girl, she’s innocent–”

“She’s not going to be so innocent when she has our cocks shoved down her throat.” Damien approached you, eyes raking your barely covered form. You stunk after days of not bathing, but that seemed like the least of their concerns.

“I can see why you picked her. She’s so much fun to have around.” Maddox forced Bucky’s viewline to you, arching his head on an awkward angle with the fingers tangled in his locks.

“You don’t own her,” Bucky rasped. “No one does.”

Maddox hummed with a shake of his head. ”That’s where you’re wrong. We all have our masters. Now we’re hers.”

"I will fucking kill you," Bucky snarled, trying to get off the floor, trying so desperately to fight. But he was easily subdued by Maddox in his weakened state.

Damien turned to your boyfriend with a smirk. "Not before we fill up each of her holes. So why don't you sit back and enjoy the show? Be a good boy now. Wouldn't want to have to muzzle you… again."

"We're going to enjoy breaking her," Maddox teased, his face getting close to Bucky’s, a staring contest of will beginning between the two. A contest that Bucky quickly lost when Maddox punched him in the gut. ”While you have your own appeal, I don’t fuck mutts.”

It was hard to process the scene playing out in front of you - the taunting, the threats, the hurt. It was too much to bear. You just wanted to be in Bucky’s arms again and have him tell you it was all okay.

But no, you had to be strong. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want.”

Kage held you firm, his free hand reaching up from behind to grab your jaw painfully. He didn’t speak, but you could feel his hot huff of breath against your ear, the remnants of a growl in it.

“You’ll do whatever we want regardless,” Damien commented, searching your face and soaking up all the emotion he could find.

Maddox left Bucky battered on the ground, but not without one more kick, this time to the underside of his jaw. Bucky’s head snapped back, a crack sounding as his teeth slammed together in the forced movement.

You screamed, Kage and Damien’s hands beginning to roam across your body, feeling you like you were theirs. But it was like you couldn’t even see the three men anymore - just Bucky. Your vision had tunnelled to the focus on the one thing you cared about.

“Bucky! Are you alright? Bucky, please!” You couldn’t look away as his head lolled sickly, blood pouring from his mouth and nose.

The hands keep moving over you, nausea roiling in your gut with each passing moment. But you still only focussed on Bucky. “Bucky, please. Bucky. You’ve got to get out of here. Somehow. Just go, please.”

The cell door was cracked open. He could logically make a run for it. But you knew he wouldn’t, not in his current state, and not without you. Maybe Steve was on his way? But you knew Bucky wouldn’t look so crestfallen if help was coming.

“Please, Bucky.” You cried, not even sure what you were asking for at this point, all you could do was scream his name.

The more you yelled for him, the more you chanted his name like the only prayer you knew, the more the world began to warble.

Bucky’s form began to waver, as did the rest of the room. Maddox, Damien and Kage had frozen in their assault, their skin rippling as your breath suddenly fell short.

What was happening? You couldn’t scream for Bucky anymore - you couldn’t do anything, as if your mouth had been glued shut.

As your tears fell and sobs bubbled from your throat, the world dissolved.

The nightmare was ending, allowing leeway for the real horrors to become apparent.

You woke for real this time with a jolt, your sounds muffled by the tape over your lips. You were sobbing just like you had been in your dream, and as you took stock of the room you quickly realised Bucky wasn’t here. It had been a horrible nightmare.

What was real, was Maddox towering over you, a roll of tape discarded on the ground and his gun to your head. He looked the angriest you’d ever seen, salivating and almost frothing at the mouth. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

The tears started falling faster as you screamed against the tape, but it did little to quell Maddox. He forced each end of the tape down, the gun in his hand coldly pressing against your cheek.

“Say his name again, I dare you. I'm not going to cut your tongue out. I'll fucking rip it out,” he growled, his words mouthed against your face and over your bound lips. His spit smeared over your skin, the heat of it warming where the metal of the gun had cooled.

All you could smell, see and hear was him. It was an overwhelming sensation that had you wanting to escape.

You writhed, but you couldn’t get away from him as he caged you in, kissing over your mouth again in a show of control, not endearment. He could take what he wanted from you whenever he wanted. You screamed and squirmed, but Maddox held you in place before ripping the tape off, allowing you to finally breathe in the musky basement air. “This fucking mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”

“W-What did I—“ Your heart nearly broke through your ribcage with how hard it was beating as Maddox forced the barrel of his handgun into your mouth, the metal sitting against your tongue and leaving a horrible taste.

The struggle stopped, and you looked into Maddox’s eyes. The malice was pertifying. It wasn’t the same look he’d had during the assault in your apartment; no. It was worse. He was going to kill you.

His thumb moved in one swift motion to click the safety off, his finger resting on the trigger. “Say goodbye.”

You closed your eyes, fear clutching your heart and what felt like concrete in your lungs. You didn’t want Maddox’s face to be the last thing you saw, so you thought of when you and Bucky had adopted Alpine.

She had been found on the streets as a stray, only a year old with matted hair and a little injured paw. You’d both fallen in love with her, and nursed her into the ball of chaotic floof she was today. You thought of the moment where you first brought her home. She stayed in her carrier after the door had opened, too scared to venture out. So you and Bucky sat on the floor, cuddling and talking while Alpine slowly came out, before sitting next to you both. It was so peaceful. Such a small moment changed the trajectory of your life. It was those pockets of happiness you cherished the most.

You waited for the bang, the flash, the quick pain before the nothingness. But it didn’t come.

Instead, you heard rushed steps and yells before Maddox was hauled off you, the brunette slipping the safety back on as he let the other two pull him back.

“What the fuck?” Damien snapped, a commotion starting.

But it was like water was in your ears as you stared up at the ceiling from your bed, the chain secured around your ankle rattling with the way your body couldn’t stop shaking. Your arms covered your torso, and it took you what felt like forever to open your eyes.

“She was calling for him! For that bastard!” Maddox yelled, and it was then you turned your head to look at him.

“What, so you were going to kill her? Mads! Stop! We just got her!” Damien grabbed Maddox by the shoulders, shaking him like it would bring him to his senses.

"One simple fucking rule. Don't ask to go back to him. She was wailing like a fucking banshee."

Kage was the only controlled one, ushering Damien out of the way so he could take Maddox’s face into his hands. “You’re not back there. You’re not being compared to him, not being tested on. Stop. You’re here, and you almost just killed her.”

“She. Called. For. Him,” Maddox said through gritted teeth.

Damien glanced over at you, and it made you curl a little closer to the wall. "She didn't mean to, Mads. You know she didn't. Just breathe. Come on.”

It didn’t stop Maddox from spitting on the ground, his breaths coming out in adrenaline fueled shudders. “That piece of shit. I bet he bragged to her. I bet she fucking knows everything he did and is playing stupid.” With Kage holding him, his sightline turned to you. ”You’re pretending like you have no idea what he’s done, aren’t you? You dumb fucking bitch!”

“You know that’s not what’s happening,” Kage quickly reasoned with Maddox’s face still between his palms. It was clear there was a brother-like bond between the three of them. It would be nice, if the context of the situation didn’t exist. If anything, it made you more scared of them.

The fear had your body feeling frail, and it took you a few tries before you could sit up on your cot. “W-Whatever I did… I’m sorry. I don’t k-know what’s happening.”

Even you were caught off guard with the weakness in your voice, but the apology did nothing to appease Maddox. In fact, it incited the flame again. He broke free of Kage’s hold, and you didn’t have time to defend yourself before he smacked you hard across the face, the sound resonating like a sick echo in the cell.

The pain came a few seconds later, a sharp sting spreading across your face as you sobbed.

“You fucking bitch. You think this is funny, don’t you? Playing the innocent act just so you can fucking laugh at me once I’m gone.” He was trying to goad you into something you weren’t. You wore no mask, obscured no part of yourself. You were just you. And in a world where so many people lied and deceived, you could understand where the line of thought had come from. But Maddox couldn’t be more wrong about you.

What was it he had against Bucky anyway? There was clearly history you were missing, some big piece of the puzzle that had been hidden.

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Damien was tugging him back, taking the gun from him and pulling him away. “Mads, you’re triggered. That’s enough. You’re not yourself.”

For a moment, you could swear there were unshed tears in Maddox’s eyes, but didn’t get the chance to tell before Damien had pulled him from the room, leaving you alone with Kage.

There was a long silence for a moment, just your cries as your hand rested on your throbbing cheek, with Kage standing by in thought. He looked to you, his icy stare not helping you calm down. “I’m going to have to punish you.”

You could still hear Maddox yelling as you rubbed your cheek, and when Maddox’s voice finally faded you curled your knees up to your chest, your sobs shaking you. Maddox would have killed you if they hadn’t intervened, but now you were going to be punished. It was cruel. “What did I do?”

“You broke a rule. You called for him. Subconscious or not, every part of you has to learn the consequences.” Kage rolled up his sleeves, crossing his arms. It was clear his conviction was settled, and there would be no point bartering. “First, you’re going to shower. You’ve pissed yourself.”

Fresh tears filled your eyes when you looked down and realised Kage wasn’t lying. The sheets stuck uncomfortably to your legs and panties, the hem of your shirt soaked. You weren’t even sure when it happened, having been so caught up in the nightmare and then Maddox’s rage. Your fingers gripped the edge of the mattress, head hanging so you didn’t have to look at Kage.

Part of you wasn’t even sure if you were humiliated. They’d stripped you so bare you didn’t have much left, not even the dignity that would be hurt from something like this. More than anything, you cursed yourself for not being braver.

You had to hold your own if you were going to survive.

Words failed you when Kage took your arm to stand you up, and you didn’t say a word as he released your chains started to lead you from the room.

It was a slow walk as you hobbled on your injured feet, but it was clear Kage had no intention of carrying you as he walked a few steps ahead. He’d let go of his hold, so confident that you’d follow him that he didn’t even look back. You knew he’d overpower you without even breaking a sweat if you tried anything, and you didn’t have the energy to fight.

You were surprised to see the underground was more than just your room, with a small hallway connecting you to a large shower room. You assumed there must be more cells, because there were multiple shower heads and a few random lockers. Almost as if it was a prisoner gym shower. It was odd, and you cautiously stepped forward.

Kage just ushered you towards the shower, crossing his arms as he watched you limp onto the tiled surface. You went to take off your bandages, but he cleared his throat and shook his head. Flustered, you moved to your shirt and underwear instead, turning away from him as you stripped bare and dumped the soiled clothing on the floor.

You cautiously stepped forward to turn the shower on, shuddering when the cold water began pouring out. There was only one tap, and no indication that the water was getting warmer, so you turned back to your captor. “There’s no hot water?”

There was no response from Kage, just a stare that told you all you needed to know, as if he was silently saying ‘get on with it’.

You shivered as you stood under the cold stream. When the water washed over your face, it was like you were back in your apartment all over again, and you let out a panicked gasp before stepping back.

The way your body shook wasn’t only from the cold.

With a bated breath, you glanced back at Kage. But he was no closer. He wasn’t going to pull you out, going to attack you, it seemed. The danger still loomed, memories of your assault fresh in your mind.

You returned to the water, washing yourself off as you could feel Kage’s gaze burning into you, as if he was studying each of your movements. He finally moved when the water shut itself off, pointing to a grey towel that was the same dull colour as the rest of the basement.

The last remaining water droplets blinked from your vision as you stepped forward, taking the towel and beginning to dry off. You glanced around, frowning when you saw there were no fresh clothes.

“Uhm… clothes?” You asked hopefully, to which Kage shook his head. It wasn’t surprising, but it was upsetting.

As you ran the towel across your skin, you couldn’t rid of the nagging question that was plaguing your mind. “Why didn’t you just let him kill me?”

“He doesn’t need the guilt,” Kage finally spoke, but his answer only made your brows furrow.

“Why would he feel guilty for getting rid of someone who doesn’t matter?” It was conflicting information. They’d said you were nothing while in your apartment, and had treated you as such. But of course, you weren’t given an answer. Instead, Kage began leading you back to your room, your waterlogged bandages making it hard to walk. “What’s my punishment?”

Kage doesn’t answer, instead leaving you alone in your cell. “Strip the bed. I’ll be back.”

You gently rubbed your cheek where Maddox slapped you as you stared at the open door. You could run, but that would just worsen the situation. And you were in no condition to make it far.

Your gaze shifted to the blinking red light in the corner, staring into the black lens before snapping out of it and beginning to strip the bed as you were told. You kept replaying the events in your head, but it just didn’t make sense. You didn’t know why Maddox was so furious, and why Kage and Damien stopped him before he did any real damage. There was clearly something you were missing, but you were too fatigued to notice.

You used the sheets to soak up any remaining moisture from the mattress, which was covered with some sort of dark waterproof fabric. Unsure of what else to do, you placed the sheets by the bed.

With the sheets on the floor, you sat next to them on the cold concrete, waiting until Kage came back in with fresh bedding. He held it out to you, waiting for you to approach him with an air of impatience. You hoped your punishment was a simple as making the bed, but you knew you were in for worse at the hands of these men.

It didn’t take Kage commanding you to put the fresh sheets on the bed, his eyes not leaving you for a moment. He let out a hum when you finished, before taking a seat. “Come here.”

You let out a shaky breath before you approached him. There was something so ominous about the blue shine to his eyes, like a full moon bearing its magnetic energy onto you. You couldn’t help but feel pulled towards him, like your legs moved before you could even think. When you got close enough, Kage took your wrist into his grip. There was a beat of silence for a moment before he yanked you down. You yelped as you fell, your stomach hitting his thighs as he bent you over his knees. It was a humiliating position. As if they hadn’t caused you enough shame.

As naked as the day you were born, you lay across his legs, your ass raised, and shoulders slumped. There was no escape. You were under no illusion that there was no way you could reasonably get out without help. And without Bucky, or any of your friends, you were stuck.

You felt as if you hadn’t slept at all, and tiredness nipped at the back of your eyes as you resigned yourself in his lap. He seemed pleased, a near silent grunt sounding as he rubbed circles over the globes of your ass.

When the first slap landed, you yelped, a sharp pain on your ass from the impact of his palm.

“One.” You heard him count under his breath, before the second spank hit. “Two.” Tears gathered in your eyes, small droplets hitting the ground below as the third hit landed. “Three.”

“Why?” You croaked out. “Why are you doing this?”

“Four.” Kage uttered, another slap hitting you and causing your body to jolt. Four. The counting continued despite your pleas, the pain worsening with each hit. He wasn’t holding back, and the pain began to elevate to the point where you felt as if your bones may shatter. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

“Please, I don’t understand. I’m sorry- I’m s-sorry I said his name. But I didn’t do it on purpose,” your words are mottled with sobs, and you turned back to look at him despite the way you had coiled around his thighs. “I don’t understand. Why do you hate him?”

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.

Kage’s icy glare met yours. In just a look alone he conveyed so much emotion, far more than words could ever express. There was anger and hurt all broiled up in a stew of self-pity. Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine. His spanks didn’t stop, not even when your cries resounded off the walls like a ghoulish orchestra, your begs garbled with the agony coursing through you.

“Thirty,” he coldly said, his hand once against slapping against your abused ass. When he brought up his hand for another hit, he stopped. On his palm was little dots of blood. You whimpered at the sight of it, and his eyes narrowed. He’d been hitting you so hard he’d broken skin with the impact.

“Please, why? What’s going on?” You lamented, growing weary of his silence. “Just tell me. Why do you hate him? What did he do?”

Kage hit you again, more aggressive this time. You howled in pain as he held you still. His breaths came out in a huff as he calmed himself down. “Don’t act dumb. You’re his girlfriend. You know what he’s done.”

“I don’t!” You rebutted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Kage’s steel blue eyes flashed with something dangerous, his hand rubbing circles on your skin and smearing your blood across your flesh. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” You were genuine, and Kage’s eyes narrowed as he considered you. “I’m sure you did some research before taking me. I’m just a girl.”

”What, your boyfriend didn’t brag of the lives he ruined? How he ruined our lives. We’re orphaned freaks because of him. Because the Asset couldn’t just do his fucking mission. But he had no problem doing his job just fine when he trained us, when he beat us to a bloody pulp making us wish were dead. Over and over and over again. Hydra’s fist hits fucking hard. And he leaves behind nothing but lost souls.” It’s the most you’ve heard Kage speak, but what he’s saying makes no sense to you. “The Asset doesn’t care about the wreckage he leaves behind as long as he’s happy – as long as he can continue on with his pathetic life.”

Bucky ruined lives? The surprise and confusion on your face said it all. From what you knew, he didn’t do anything. He was a prisoner of war, he was a soldier, but his involvement with Hydra was news to you. The most you’d heard of the organisation was from reports when the triskelion fell. It was broadcast everywhere. “He didn’t tell me anything. I only know who Hydra are from the news.”

Kage let out a dark, mocking chuckle. "Stop lying."

"I'm not! I swear. He never told me. He doesn't tell anything about his missions either. H-He said he couldn't. That it was safer that way." You remembered the first time Bucky came home from a mission. He was covered in soot and a mess. Being naive, you asked him what happened, and it was then you realised it was better for you not to know. The horrors of the world were not for your eyes… until now.

Kage’s fingers gripped into the plushness of your ass. ”But you’ve been to the compound.”

“As a guest - a friend. Never when a mission was happening.” You sobbed, your brain spinning in circles at the new revelations. “I’ve been there for dinner or parties. Nothing else.”

His nails made divots in your skin as he gripped you. "You really had no idea?"

"No, I didn't. And I'm sorry. For all of you," you hiccupped. You couldn't lie about that. Losing family is never easy. "I didn't know."

Kage didn’t seem convinced. ”But you know of Hydra?”

You shrugged best you could over his knee. “Sort of. N-Not really. I just saw the news when those big helicopter things crashed - uh, helicarriers?” You let out a shuddered sigh. “The news said Hydra was behind it.”

His fingers eased, moving to rub over the sensitised skin. ”Did you read the documents that were leaked?”

You shook your head, tears dropping to the floor. “No, why would I do that? I didn’t need an existential crisis. I get stressed enough about everyday news, like a mugger or a cat stuck in a tree.”

"So he kept you in a bubble," he said after a moment, more to himself than to you. "If you're lying—"

"I'm not," you promised, almost dissolving into more tears. "I swear to you. All of you. I have no reason to lie to you."

There was a beat of silence while your mind ran a million miles an hour. Bucky was a prisoner of war, you knew that – the world knew that. But… he was with Hydra? You pursed your lips. There was no way he would have been with them willingly. He was a prisoner of Hydra, you surmised. He’d made comments in the past about never being in control until now – always being ordered around by someone else. Admittedly, you hadn’t taken it as literal. A soldier takes orders, but this – this seems entirely different. There’s no way Bucky would hurt someone unprovoked, not unless he was being controlled. The man you loved was no villain.

Kage broke the silence. ”Do you resent him for not telling you?”

A heavy sigh left you, pain still flickering up your spine from your abused ass. “It’s his story. I’m not the one who can decide when it’s time to tell it.”

"But he's the reason you're here,” Kage said as his hand ran up your back before reaching your shoulders, pulling you up and guiding you to sit in his lap.

You whimpered at the pressure on your bruised skin as you sat on Kage’s thighs. "Better me than another innocent person."

Kage’s face was close to yours, his breath fanning across your skin. ”You wouldn’t trade places with someone else?”

You tried to move back, to get some distance, but Kage held you firm. “No. I couldn’t bring myself to subject someone else to this kind of pain.”

He seemed to be searching for something in your eyes. "You don't like others hurting, do you?"

The question surprised you. "No, I don't. I've always tried to help others if I can."

Your answer has the air in the room changing, some of the coldness turning a bit warmer as Kage brushed away some of your tears. Your blood was still on his hands, and you eyed the redness of his fingers as he touched your face.

A tremble coursed through you when you heard footsteps approaching, and your attention turned to the doorway, where Damien emerged with a salve, some wipes and fresh clothes.

His expression had changed too. Where there was anger was now a new understanding. They really thought you knew what they’d been through, you realised. You glanced between the two men, uncomfortable and distressed. Their anger was ruthless, but you feared whatever this was more. Kage’s hands over your waist were firm, but with an edge of gentleness.

You didn’t want them to like you.

Maybe you should have just lied and said you knew. But that wasn’t you. You weren’t deceptive.

Kage lifted you easily, placing you face down on your cot, your face wetting the fresh sheets below you as you cried. The overstimulation of your body and mind hit like a freight train, and you sobbed like never before.

“Jesus, try to calm down. You’ll make yourself sick,” Damien tried to placate as he sat next to you, wiping away your blood before beginning to apply some ointment to your battered skin. “You really did a number, Kage.”

You glance over at the blonde, and he didn’t seem proud of himself. Quite the opposite. His jaw clenched. “Shut up.”

“Hey hey, I’m just trying to break the tension here.” Damien kept applying the ointment until your welts were covered. “You took your punishment well.”

You think he’s trying to compliment you, so you respond with your head buried in the sheets. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he quickly responded before finishing up.

Your mournful cries didn’t stop, and they only got worse when Kage and Damien finally left, leaving you alone. You dressed yourself in the plain tshirt and panties, before it all became too much and returned to the bed.

All your bottled-up emotions spilled out into the mattress. You screamed, your sounds muffled by the bedding, not stopping until your throat hurt and your voice was course.

The more emotion you let out, the more fatigued you became. And slowly, you began to pass out, crying yourself to sleep. All you could hope was this sleep was more restful, and less eventful than the last.

Thankfully, you didn’t dream this time. Your rest was no more than a limbo between horrors – horrors which seemed very intent on continuing, with Maddox stood with his arms crossed, watching you slumber as he leaned against the open doorframe. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You nearly jumped through the ceiling in fright at the sight of him, your whole body flinching as you sat up, your bruised ass instantly sore from the movement. “You didn’t.”

“Good.” He tilted his head, the anger he’d been sporting gone behind his normal demure expression. “So, I had a chat with the guys. Look, we thought you knew all about us. And now we realise you really are innocent in all this. We feel a bit bad about the whole situation, so we’re going to let you go home.”

It sounded like a foreign language as Maddox spoke, your heart skipping a beat. “You’re going to let me go?”

“Seems only fair. I think we’ve put you through enough,” Maddox shrugged nonchalantly.

“But you were so angry,” you cautiously observed Maddox. It felt like a trick, and it likely was one, but you couldn’t help the desire that smouldered in your heart. You could go home. More than anything you just desired to be comfortable in your own bed again, with your cat and the love of your life.

Maddox pushed himself off the doorframe and approached, the movement making you shuffle back on the mattress. He chuckled, shaking his head at your scurrying. “I have no intent of hurting you.”

“Surely you can’t blame me for being afraid,” you squeaked as he towered over you.

“Oh, not at all. I’ve given you more than enough reason. But here, truce?” Maddox offered his open palm for you to take, to help you stand. You stared at his hand for a moment, taking in the scarred skin. It looked like he held the sharp end of a knife more than once. They weren’t kidding about having been through pain.

Anxiety was a thick sludge in your throat as you placed your hand in his, allowing him to be a crutch for you as you got onto your feet. Your entire backside hurt like something fierce with each movement, but you tried to not show it too much on your face.

“Kage really let you have it, huh?” Maddox grinned, leading you out of the door and to the left, where Kage and Damien stood at the bottom of concrete stairs.

“Ready to go home?” Kage said as Damien took your free hand in his.

“Yes,” you blurted out honestly. “Are you… are you really going to let me go?”

“Of course. We may be assholes, but we’re not liars,” Damien chided, the warmth from his skin heating your hand.

“What about Bu– I mean, my boyfriend?” You questioned, making wobbly steps up the stairs towards what looked to be a basement door. Your suspicions were right - you were underground.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about him. That’s our business to attend to,” Maddox grinned, but it was akin to a shark showing their teeth. There was danger in the way he spoke.

Distracted, you missed a step, but they were quick to catch you, all giving out a soft laugh before you made your way to the top of the stairs.

You had guessed that you were underground. What you hadn’t expected was that you were under a house. You emerged into an open-plan living room and kitchen with a rustic aesthetic.

“Do you like it?” Damien asked proudly. Clearly, he owned this place.

“... It’s nice.” You placated, taking your hand out of both Maddox and Damien’s grip. “I can.. just go?”

“Yes. Off you go. There’s a car outside waiting for you,” Damien said, and you could feel the soft rumble of a running engine through the floorboards.

You glanced back at the men, each of them looking expectantly at you. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before you turned around and bolted for the front door, despite your body hating every moment. Your feet were still healing, and with your bruised muscles, it was torture. But you wanted out. No, you needed out.

You reached the front door quickly, and when you turned the knob, your eyes went wide. It was locked tight. There were multiple bolts on the door, which all seemed unlocked, but when you looked down, you realised the front door had a finger scanner.

Reality began to set in when you placed your finger on the door and were met with a red flash and beeping. Access denied. “No... No, no, no. Not like this.”

You went to turn, but before you could, there was a sharp prick to your neck as one of the men plunged a needle into you. It became clear Maddox was your assailant as your legs went numb, and you tumbled to the ground with a gasp, seeing him standing behind you with dark eyes. Whatever the contents of the syringe were acted quickly, an odd floaty feeling spreading across your body as you lost control of your functions, your body stuck on its front on the cold hardwoods.

Their laughter became distorted as your brain fizzled, but you didn’t pass out. No, whatever they’d given you was keeping you awake, forced to watch as they circled your limp body. “She made it further than I thought she would with her injuries,” Damien smirked as he poked your side with his shoe.

“It’s cute in an utterly pathetic way.” Maddox used his boot to roll you onto your back before leaning down near your head. “Aw, is someone feeling a bit sleepy?” Unable to coil away, Maddox spit in your face with a cruel laugh. “C’mon, wake up, it’s playtime.”

Kage was next to torment you as you tried to roll yourself back onto your stomach to crawl away. His boot pressed painfully into your stomach, the steel tip digging in just below your ribcage. “Knock my foot away. Try it.”

You whined as you tried to use your arms to push him away, but you couldn’t. Your arms were like jelly.

“Mm, as fun as this is, we gotta move.” Maddox sighed as he straightened up, discarding the used needle out of your sightline.

You managed to get onto your stomach with Kage backing off, but all you could do was whimper as hands gripped your ankles, dragging you across the hardwoods and out the front door, your nose banging on the solid surface as you tried to dig your nails into the floor, but you had no strength left.

Your drool and blood from your now bleeding nose created a trail across the floor. At least if anyone found this home, there’d be evidence that you existed, your DNA staining the wood.

“Should we change her?” Damien asked, and from his voice, you could tell he was the one dragging you.

“She’ll be warm enough,” Maddox watched from the side as you were dragged to the porch stairs.

“God, she’s not going to piss in my car, is she?” Damien complained as Kage slung you over his shoulder, your body like a ragdoll, as he lifted you with scary ease.

“Just wrap a towel around her ass. It’ll do.” Maddox began putting bags in the back seat of the SUV parked outside.

Damien began to help him, but not without continuing to complain. “Just watch it. She already bled on my floor.”

Maddox laughed. “She bled all over her apartment and you didn’t even blink.”

“But that wasn’t my apartment,” Damien argued, a playful irritation in his tone.

They were having fun while tear droplets hit the gravel below you.

Maddox wasn’t giving up, though. ”You’re so materialistic sometimes, Dami.”

”When you pay for shit you can be too, Mads. Oh wait, you don’t pay for anything.”

”I’ve saved your ass enough times for payment.”

Kage sighed, his hand resting on your exposed ass. ”Would you two just shut up and help me get her in the car? I can do it myself, but then I’ll make sure blood and piss gets everywhere.”

Maddox sighed, too. "Yeah, yeah. Gimme a second. You leave the present in her cell?"

"Yeah. They'll find it."

You tried to speak, but only a groan came out.

"Try not to talk. It won't do you any good.” Kage said as Maddox helped him haul you into the trunk of the car.

”At first, we couldn’t get you to talk, and now you won’t shut up.” Maddox started to wrap a towel around your lower half. "Just put some music on and drown her out."

“You… lied…” You managed to get out amongst your drooling whimpers.

Kage leaned in, his hand caressing your cheek. “We didn’t. You are going home.”

“Just not to the home you hoped for,” Maddox chimed in, derisively patting your thigh. “Rest up, babydoll. There’s a long journey ahead of us yet.”

Kage and Maddox pulled back, and their faces were the last thing you saw before the boot was slammed shut, and you were covered in darkness.

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oracle-of-dream · 1 year ago

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Summary: You've been hired by SM Entertainment to take photos for NCT Dream's Candy album. But when Jisung is having some trouble delivering quality looks for the photos, you have to intervene and help the idol show his true face.

Warnings: !TopReader, !BottomJisung, Protected Sex, Dry Humping, Pet names

Wordcount: 3.2k

Requested from: @acidangel-fromasia

As a photographer in the industry, you’ve had to take many pictures for several people. All shapes, sizes, colors, orientations, it doesn’t matter as long as you get to hold a camera and make bank while doing it. But when you’re approached by an idol who can’t get over their camera shyness, it’s your job to help them get over it to deliver the best photos possible.

You arrived on the set that you were assigned by your company. Another SM boy group to deal with–they’re always such a handful… A colleague had to deal with almost 20 of them at the same time. Just thinking about it could give you a headache.

“Good Morning, y/n.” Someone walked up to you with coffee in a carrier.

You looked them up and down before accepting one of the coffees offered to you. “Who are you?” You asked while taking a slow sip of your new iced americano.

The younger man looked nervously at you, “I’m NCT Dream’s Manager, I’ll be working with you–”

You interrupted his mumbling, “That’s fantastic. It’s a pleasure to work with you and your group.” You were already irritated enough, you hated it more when people acted scared of you. You’re not a bad person or something!?

You went into the back room to put your supplies down and relax for a few moments while your camera crew was getting set up. Three women walked into the room shortly after, whispering to each other.

“Did you hear about the photographer we got this time? The company must hate us or something…” A woman in a green sweater said as she set down her bag and started unpacking makeup onto the table in the room.

“Yeah! I heard this guy is called the Devil’s Photographer. He’s crazy good with a camera, but he’s a nightmare to work with.” The next woman chimed, setting hair styling tools down.

The last of the three women, a very young and fresh face, just started at you through the mirror on the vanity desk. “Um… I don’t think this is nice to say.”

The other two women scoffed. “Well, aren’t you a suck-up? Maybe the lead photographer will give you selfie tips.”

You tried to sink into the seat you had in the corner of the room, wanting to stay out of their gossip. You turned your attention back to your phone with the emails explaining the people you’d be working with today.

“NCT DREAM (엔씨티 DREAM) is the 3rd sub-unit of the boy group NCT. The sub-unit consists of 7 members: Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Chenle, Jaemin and Jisung…” The email continued to explain their physical attributes as well as including prior photos of them so you could recognize them and begin analyzing their faces for good angles. One of them caught your eye, but not exactly for good reasons… He just looked so awkward in some of these photos, like he was scared of the lens. You hoped this kid was just having an off day and would behave so you could go home sooner than planned.

The set was made to the client company’s preferences you briefed your team about the theme and intention of the photo shoot. You heard the main doors to the studio open and turned to see seven handsome men walking into the studio, politely greeting the staff as they passed by and some flashing a smile. You followed them to the back room where their outfits, hair, and makeup stylists had finished getting prepared. When you stepped in, the room fell silent and everyone stared at you. You sipped your drink and cleared your throat.

“Hello, boys. I’m y/n, I’ll be your lead photographer today. I’ve been told what’s the intention of the photo shoot, but I would also appreciate your feedback when taking shots to make these better. Let’s work together on this.”

They were all very polite as they did their introduction, one at a time, to you. You took the time to start thinking about shots and how to capture their charms. Jeno and Jaemin seemed to stand out because of their muscular frames. Renjun and Chenle were both cute and refreshing, sort of like children. Haechan and Mark presented a level of professionalism, but also some mischief too. The last was the youngest, Jisung, who shyly shook your hand loosely which made your barely trying handshake look like a death grip in comparison.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed, please come right out and we’ll get started.” You announced.

The boys cheered and agreed in their way before they sat down in their seats, waiting for their turn in the styling chairs. After twenty minutes, they emerged from the dressing room and started to get to work.

As the lead photographer, you didn’t have to hold the camera and you focused mostly on telling the other photographers on your team what you wanted from them. And everything was going super smoothly. There were duo pictures, group pictures, a tri pictures, but the issues started when the solo photos began.

The other 6 were fine, but the youngest seemed to have trouble keeping his composure in front of the camera. Every photo the junior photographer took was just… off. You couldn’t verbalize it for them to see, but you could see that Jisung wasn’t comfortable in front of the camera. The other members tried to cheer him on, in an attempt to make him feel confident. But it was only making more noise on your set, irritating you further.

“Okay, hand over the camera. I’ll take his photos.” You stood from your chair and walked over to the scene. The rest of your staff stood a fair distance away from you but wanted to watch you work. Most of your staff are students in college doing an internship, so they want to learn from the best, but you hate it when people hover over you while you work.

Jisung was seated on the floor next to a bed, and large gift boxes, wearing warm and cozy clothes. You could tell he was intimidated by you, everyone always made the same face, an awkward smile and barely being able to look at you for longer than a second.

“Jisung, right?” You spoke to him, attempting to be kind.

He nodded.

“You’re the last person for photos today, let’s not drag this out. Once we’re done, then you can go home. Otherwise, it's overtime for the both of us.” Your throat got dry at the mention of overtime…

“Sorry. I’m just a little…” His voice trailed off.

You pointed the camera at his face. “A little what? Camera shy? Aren’t you a pro idol by now?”

He plastered a fake smile on. “Y-Yes, I am. It just–”

You groaned seeing his expression. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take the picture. “Jisung, please tell me what’s wrong. If there’s anything I can do to make it easier for the both of us to get through this, I’ll make it happen.”

Jisung’s face turned pink, starting from his ears and traveling to his cheeks. “I-I think you’re very handsome.”

“So I’m the distraction?” You sounded more irritated than you meant, but how could this guy say something like that? You stood up and called one of your staff to continue working on pictures. “He’s not leaving until I review all his pictures. I don’t care if I have to stay all night with him.” You stormed off into the dressing room, to avoid being a “distraction” to the idol. Taking a seat on the couch, you waited for your crew to call you back in to review the photos. But time went by… ten minutes, twenty, thirty, then an hour passed.

You opened your eyes. The room was dark, but you could tell you were still in the dressing room. You stood up, dizzy from your nap, and the motion sensor turned the lights back on. Taking a moment to get used to the light again, you slowly realized the dressing room was clean. All the supplies from the stylists were gone. And not a soul in sight…

“Those bastards left me here…” You muttered.

You walked out of the dressing room to see the set with the lights still on. Your crew was gone except for one of your interns. He looked stressed going through the photos.

“Hey! What’s the idea of leaving me in there?” You shouted.

The intern almost jumped out of his skin. “S-Sir! I didn’t know you were awake yet.” The intern looked nervously between you and the monitor. “I… haven’t gotten any decent photos yet.”

You pinched your nose as you shuffled through the photos. They somehow got even worse after you’d left.

“Jisung is still here if you’d like to take another crack at it…” The intern pointed into the set, and you saw Jisung lying on the bed. Asleep.

You looked at the young college student. “Go ahead and get out of here. Go study or drink, or whatever you do at this hour.”

The intern didn’t hesitate to bolt for the door as you made your way into the set house. Jisung was sleeping soundly on the bed, softly snoring.

“Jisung.” You called.

He rolled over, turning away from you.

You moved closer and sat on one side of the bed. You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook him. “Jisung, please wake up. We need to finish work.”

Jisung rolled into you, putting some of his weight on you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you into him.

“Jisung…” You whispered it this time, almost feeling bad for him. He looked genuinely comfortable in that moment. You looked around and saw your camera on top of the gift box nearby, but you’d have to reach for it.

You leaned forward, away from the bed, trying to grab the strap on the camera. Jisung’s body slowly slid with you, which made him squeeze you tighter and groan in protest. You reached again, but only an inch separated you from the edge of the camera. Jisung’s body slid further. You had to use one hand to hold him up and the other to reach for the camera. You made one more desperate attempt to reach for it with a lunge. You managed to grab the camera but you slipped off the bed with Jisung tumbling after you. You held his head as the two of you fell. When you landed, you managed to cushion his landing and somehow he didn’t wake up. You laid him on the floor completely, moving one leg at a time, and positioned him. Just as you pointed your camera at him, he rolled over to face you and his eyes peeked open just as the shutter clicked.

“Y-Y/n, what’s going on?!” Jisung tried shifting but realized he couldn’t in his position. “Why are you over me like this?”

You didn’t consider how you were sitting until you thought about his question. You’d positioned Jisung on his back with one of his hands above his head and you were hovering over his waist, Jisung’s other hand was gripping your shirt and he wouldn’t let go while you’d moved him earlier.

You attempted to explain yourself, “Before you get any weird thoughts–” Jisung squirmed under you and you slipped, landing firmly on his pelvis. His hands reacted and jumped to your waist to catch you. You heard a soft moan escape his lips when you landed on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, hands glued to your waist.

“I’m… fine.”

Jisung was turning more red by the second. “This is kinda weird, huh? I really didn’t mean to offend you earlier by the way. I didn’t mean that you’re handsome–well I did mean that, but I didn’t mean that you being handsome was a distraction or anything!” Jisung was nervous and stumbling through his words, speaking too fast for his tongue to handle.

You moved to get up. “It’s whatever.”

Jisung pulled you back down to his pelvis. “It’s not whatever! I really mean it! You’re so handsome, it was a little hard for me to focus on the camera… Knowing you’re watching me.”

You felt how sincere he was between your thighs. You gently pushed your legs together, getting another high-pitched moan from him. He covered his mouth like a child getting caught swearing. “Are you enjoying me sitting here?”

Jisung looked like he was going to explode. “Would you hate me if I said yes?”

You shook your head. “I think I found a way to get your photo just right.”

Jisung looked up at you, with big eyes. “O-Okay…”

You moved a hand down his chest, slowly and sensually. “If you can focus on me, and take these good pictures. I’ll give you a special treat. How’s that?” You winked as you reached and squeezed hard on his cock in his pants, earning a louder moan from him.

Jisung shuddered under your touch, his legs quivering and bucking into you in agreement. “Y-Yes. I can do that!”

Jisung let you climb off of him, and you made it as sexy as possible. “Now, with each good photo you give me, I’ll lose a button. If I run out of buttons, you win and can have your prize. Every time I have to scold you, I put on a button. If all of my buttons are on, then no prize and we go home.” You unbuttoned the first two buttons on your shirt.

Jisung watched you in awe. You point him into his first pose, his facial expression is perfect! You took off a button, and Jisung’s eyes grew wider as he got to see more of you.

“Oh, what a good boy! Taking such good pictures for me.” You cooed.

He started fanning himself and looking around the room, trying not to start overheating from looking at you. You took 5 more perfect shorts and your button-up was completely open, and falling off your shoulders.

Jisung got closer to you. “Did I pass? Do I get my treat?” His eyes were full of desire as he imagined licking you all over your torso.

You pushed him gently. “Nope, I still have one more button.” You pointed to the button on your pants.

Jisung’s eyes opened wide. “T-That one too!?”

You nodded. “Final button. Make it perfect for me, good boy.”

You took Jisung’s last photo, his eyes were looking at the camera but he was focused on your body behind it. Bending and moving beautifully to make sure you get the perfect shot, just for him…

“All done now, pretty boy.” You put your camera down. You walked past Jisung, and he followed you, as you went to the bed on the set. You patted the bed. “Come here.”

Jisung almost launched himself at the bed to get to you.

You crawled onto the bed and sat on your knees, exposing the last button. “Why don’t you do it?”

Jisung’s hands shot to your waist as he fiddled with your pants. You took the knit hat off his head and slid his jacket off him. You heard the button pop off your pants and hit the floor. You look down at Jisung who looks back at you.

“I’m so sorry, I was so excited that it just… came off.” Jisung apologized.

You sucked your teeth. “Now, I gotta get you back for that.”

You pushed Jisung onto his back on the bed and positioned yourself between his legs. You leaned over him and brought your face to his. Jisung’s hands slid down your sides and stopped at your ass. Slowly move your lips onto his, making sure he is okay with it. Jisung met you halfway and pushed his lips into yours, slipping in his tongue not long after. His hands explored, one going to your neck to hold you into his kiss and the other felt your chest as he grinded himself into you. He moaned into your mouth at the friction when you pushed your dick against his, the fabric rubbing just right.

You knew better than to just fuck him there on the set in clothes that aren’t his and mess up the set that’s not yours, but he was too cute not to do something. You rutted against him, pressing your bodies together. Even lifting Jisung’s legs onto your shoulders and pressing into him more.

Jisung pulled away from you. “Take your pants off,” he commanded.

You looked at him, taken aback by his order. “Are you sure?”

Jisung nodded furiously, “I have… stuff with me we can use.” He climbed out from under you and ran to the dressing room, returning with a white bottle.

“Why–”

“It’s for emergencies,” he explained.

You chuckled as the both of you took off your clothes. Jisung looked embarrassed being naked in front of you, but you kissed him to make him feel comfortable.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We could get in trouble for this…” You told him.

Jisung kissed you.

“Greedy boy,” You smiled and took him onto the bed again.

You moved to grab the bottle but Jisung dutifully took it and poured clear liquid onto his fingers. He pushed his fingers in and out of himself at a pace that made you moan softly as you stroked yourself, his fingers only half in, stretching himself for what was to come. He used his other hand to give you a condom.

You put it on and lubed it generously. You could tell your length wasn't a good comparison to his fingers, it was much bigger. You pushed into him, softly and watched his expression for anything concerning. But all Jisung could do was moan for you, with every inch.

“You sound so sexy for me, baby," you whispered, "You take my cock so well."

He bucked back into you, an adorable whine leaving his lips as you continued to praise him, his head dipping down at how overwhelmed he was feeling, gripping the sheets for dear life. “H-hmm! Y/n, I'm– Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!"

You stopped moving, “now that’s too soon. Just a little more, for me?” You kissed his shoulders and up his neck.

Whimpers, moans, grunts, and skin-slapping echoed in the studio. No one else to hear how sweet Jisung’s voice was but you. Your orgasm was so close and so was his, from the way he squeeze your cock.

Jisung cried for you, "A-Ah! Y/n, please–"

"Hm, alright, baby. Come for me."

And it was what he needed to make a mess all over the covers of the bed, spots of white painting the sheets. He felt your hot cum through the latex, his groans also confirming the feeling. After making sure to milk both your orgasms with a few more thrusts, you pulled out carefully.

Jisung looked at you, breathing heavily, “Was… Was I good?"

You stifled a small laugh and kissed him. You slipped off the condom and hugged Jisung. “You did amazing, my pretty boy.”

Jisung called. “Y/n?”

You hummed in response to Jisung calling you.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

You kissed his cheek. “As long as you’ll be only my model in the future. Honestly, I think this would be an amazing picture. Truly art, possibly my best work…”

#nct smut #jisung smut #jisung x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #park jisung smut #nct jisung #park jisung #kpop x male reader smut #jisung x male reader #nct x male reader #kpop x male reader #oracle of dreams

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bangtanhoneys · 6 months ago

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GRACE TOUR DIARY: March 29th 2025 - Chicago

If the Big Hit team were honest, scheduling a pre-recorded performance for the iHeartRadio Awards right in the middle of a tour was a bit of a push especially when they had to do it in one day so Grace could get to Chicago to fulfil her priorities ahead of her concert. It started with a 4 am morning call to get her up and made up, to drive over to the Grammy Museum by 6 am to start rehearsals for two hours to the mix that had been generated the previous night.

A last minute put together for a last minute performance.

Of course, trying to put these things together in record time led to mistakes. Butter had been mixed with all the boys' voices, not a backing track for Grace to sing over so that had to be edited while Grace was rehearsing. Not only that, costumes for the dancers hadn’t arrived so another quick runaround of getting something to match the tour costume they had picked for this performance.

It was becoming a long day of issues.

But by 11 pm, Grace was in the car and on the way to LAX to catch her private plane to Chicago.

“That was a nightmare,” she sighed and laughed at the same time as the team piled onto the plane, with the dancers and staff in one area and her in the other with Sejin, her female manager and two bodyguards. “Let’s try not to do that again.”

“The rest of the team are in Chicago at least and started some rehearsals at United Center, so that’s something. There’s not much time missed but it just means tomorrow,” Sejin paused and glanced at his watch. “Sorry today, is going to be a bit of a push. There’s a couple of interviews and meeting the Chicago Mayor but you’ll be able to get to rehearsals as planned for 4 pm.”

“Great,” Grace laughed and ran a hand over her face. The flight was four hours long so she got the sleep she could get until they landed at O’Hare International Airport. The airport was quiet so it allowed for a quick walk-through to get to the car and a 20 minute drive meant she was at her hotel and in her room within record time.

A nap, still in her clothes, meant she was awake at 6am again to get a shower and some breakfast.

The hectic schedule over the following days meant everything was running back to back and there was a little time to start feeling homesick. She missed her parents, she missed her cat, she missed Seokjin, she missed the boys. She missed the smog in the sky over Seoul. But there was no time to think, no time to sit down and stare out the window and think.

Everyone demanded her time - from Sejin, to costume, to make up, to dancers, to cameras, to VCR, to the stadium, to the merch, to the company, to the person who was interviewing her, to the person she was going to meet at this location, to ARMY who were trying to see her outside of her concert.

It was the first time she sat in her suite at the Nobu Hotel and looked around the room, having been left alone for the first time since she arrived in Chicago and wondered what she was doing. Doing a solo tour, starting in Seoul to America then to Europe and then Asia and then back home when she didn’t have the amount of songs BTS or even Namjoon or Yoongi did.

She hated doubting herself. She hated the worry that set in over whether she was good enough and whether there was going to be even a crowd to come see her. She had seen the empty seats at other kpop groups concerts and worried that was going to happen to her, even though every stadium date had been sold out and extra dates added.

With a sigh, Grace kicked off her slippers and curled up on the couch with the news on in the background. Of course it was the usual report of fans lining up outside the United Center with police around for protection, reporters doing interviews and explaining how the stadium had been lit purple for her arrival and how this was a big thing.

For them it was a big thing.

For Grace it was starting to feel like a big mistake.

It was 12 noon in Seoul, so she knew Seokjin would be busy with his schedules but she sent him a message either way: ‘Miss you. Wish this tour would hurry up so I can see you all the time.’

He wouldn’t read it until he had finished when she would be waking up the next day to do her Chicago stop.

With a heavy sigh and feeling like an idiot, Grace turned off the TV and made her way to the bedroom. A bubble bath, some pampering, maybe some room service and a good movie would sort her out to get her head in the game for tomorrow.

23,000 ARMY were making their way through the United Center. Vendors were set up selling merchandise, food vendors were selling a mix of traditional Chicago food, British food and Korean food and BTS music was playing over the speakers.

Some were dressed in costumes inspired by music videos, some were wearing BT21 merch and others had various t-shirts including one which read ‘JK - Champagne Confetti later?’ in reference to the lyrics from his Golden album. There were teenagers, elders, men, women and everything in between making their way slowly to their seats.

There were excited whispers amongst the crowd over what BTS song Grace would be singing tonight as everyone had caught on quickly that there would be some kind of performance with a BTS song at each stop she was doing. While ARMY was clearly having an amazing time out in the stands, Sejin had come to a realisation.

“You’ve only got two dates in New York and that’s it for the American leg,” Sejin reminded her as he helped attach the mic pack to her costume and passed over her orange microphone.

“Really? I keep thinking I’ve got longer here but then I suppose we’ve been in America for nearly a couple of weeks now so it does feel like a long time,” she mused as the hair stylist brushed out her ponytail.

“And then we’ve got Seoul again and then we’re in Europe, which means we’re nearly at the end of April then,” he remarked.

It was going very quickly. It never felt like this when she was the guys, always feeling like the tour was dragging along because of the amount of travelling in between for a one night performance.

She could hear the voices of ARMY doing the fan chant as the music started to windle down, opening up to the tour’s VCR and big welcome to her concert. They were loud, not as loud as Los Angeles, but still loud.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dancers turn up the volume on their in-ears which made her grin. These girls who were always with her on the opening part knew by now that the first song always got the loudest reaction from the crowd. She counted down under her breath as it got to the opening beats of 7 Rings and when she finally got lifted up to the stage, the whole arena was lit up with purple and orange ARMY bombs.

“Chicago!” Graced yelled, getting a roar of a response in return. “Welcome to the In My Head tour! Let’s see how loud you can be tonight!”

They certainly did their best.

She could see a lot of people in the stands, doing the same choreography she was doing and she could see just about everyone singing along while moving their ARMY bombs to the beat. Of course, there was the usual amount of cell phones in the air as they tried to record every moment of the tour and she could see how some people came prepared with powerbanks.

It seemed as well that they knew what was coming as they got nearer towards the end of the concert.

“Ah I really can’t surprise you well as I could when we were in Los Angeles. You already know what’s coming,” Grace grinned. A cheer went up in response as seven of her male dancers appeared on stage.

There was even more noise when two silver blocks were rolled onto the stage.

“I think that gave you the biggest clue, didn’t it?” Grace asked the audience while eight silver chairs appeared as well.

The opening notes of Dionysus began to play, much to the approval of the Chicago crowd. While many were expecting just the simple mix from the album, they hadn’t expected the same mix from the 2019 MMA to be played, with dance break included.

Grace sat in the middle chair, laughing breathlessly as the mic hung limply in her hand as the male dancers leaned forward to catch their breath. “Now, you weren’t expecting that were you?” she finally asked, laughing as she got down from the chair and the silver block.

“Chicago, we’re at the end now. So now it’s my time to say thank you to all those who have made it tonight. Thank you for supporting me, supporting the boys, for being the biggest fandom in the world. Seeing you all tonight, I can’t wait to see you all again.”

The noise from the crowd, from the fireworks, from the instrumental track of Dangerous Woman as it played out while she descended below the stage echoed around her as the team helped move towards the changing room.

“New York tomorrow,” Sejin called out over the voices of the staff as they began to pack away her microphone and in-ears, some reaching around to start undoing the zip of her Dangerous Woman costume.

“Day free tomorrow or is it mostly work?” Grace called back, holding onto one of the stylist's shoulders as another stylist pulled her feet out of the high heels.

“Half and half!”

However, the next morning, contingency plans were already in motion before Grace woke up. Chicago weather and New York weather had predicted snow and storms, prompting flights to be cancelled. And while Grace’s concert in New York wouldn’t start until April 2nd, they needed her at rehearsals and her commitments in New York such as Jimmy Fallon, the United Nations and the like.

When she woke up, by her shoulder being shaken, at 5am Grace knew something was wrong.

“We need to leave in about an hour - flights between Chicago and New York have been cancelled because of the weather. We’re driving instead.”

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts female member #bts fic #bts fanfiction

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cheemscakecat · 10 months ago

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Emesis Blue Medic Headcanon

So I’m 99% sure that Spy’s Disguise takes place before the nightmare sequence known as Emesis Blue, sometime during the height of the respawn failures.

[I’m going to talk about DID. I’m not an expert, and this post about a fictional character should never be used to self diagnose.]

The Bloody RED Engineer sabotaged the respawn machine, which led to his entire team dying for real; then he murdered a group of [supposedly] unrelated BLU engineers, who also died for real.

It’s the reason why Dr Ludwig is even in the area to work on the comatose CyberSpy.

If Emesis Blue is a dream/nightmare people’s jobs may not match with real life, but still tell us something important about them. Soldier being Spy’s assistant tells us that he likes to work in a group rather than alone, even if his teammate is a jerk.

Ludwig being the Chief Medical Advisor could imply that he was the go-to expert at the height of the respawn failures, who had to investigate and report on different accidents when he wasn’t attempting to save a patient from said failures. Whether it was killing him slowly or not, Blu wouldn’t care; not the Administrator or Jules Archibald, at the least.

Jules is shown to be callous about death in both Spy and Soldier’s nightmares, and someone who relies on other people to protect him and do his dirty work to the point he’s incapable of defending himself. I wouldn’t be surprised if he and his crew forced Medic to report on all the gory details of each respawn failure, while being unwilling to attempt to rescue patients or clean up the carnage.

Re-watching the early scenes with Scout it seems that the era of the respawn errors is long gone, and the details are highly classified. Which would explain why Scout is so uninformed about any of the other accidents, but Ludwig had a nightmare that his friend suffered one himself.

Medic’s body language at the Medical office and in the ambulance makes it feel like the doctor wouldn’t be answering all these questions if he wasn’t talking to a friend. Like it hurts to relive that trauma, and the answers he gives are vague. Makes sense if Jules and the team trying to fix the Respawn machine bombarded Medic with questions over and over again, forcing him to picture what happened, no matter how awful it was.

Keeping that in mind:

What if the Funeral Medic is in control of Ludwig’s body when we see him in Spy’s disguise?

Neither of them talk or blink, for one thing. He does wince and cross himself upon rewatching CyberSpy’s robot-seizure, but that’s instinct. Another thing I noticed;

Something is going on with his eyes. This was his reaction to CyberSpy’s neck cracking, and the eyes stay like that.

It’s almost as if somebody trained himself not to blink, so he’d make people uncomfortable.

[nods once, flares nostrils in irritation]

It’s starting to feel like the Funeral Medic is meant to put people off of approaching Ludwig. If that is the case, we have proof that it works despite looking like Fritz, not his scarier version from Emesis Blue. I also noticed he really doesn’t like CyberSpy and Buddy Engineer.

He’s like “The revolver… exists! But you two just had to keep using that broken disguise kit anyway.”

Normally these Respawn Failures are completely accidental, and the patients are innocent [in that context, anyways]. So for two people to cheat by using body modification, and drive an enemy teammate to insanity? Any deeper coldness and anger reserved for Archibald and his cronies would emerge.

And he had to set up a camera before touching the patient… I really think this personality is mute. People with DID have been studied, and their brain structure is different between personalities. Their pets can tell the difference, and some personalities have physical ailments that the rest of the system doesn’t. So it isn’t impossible for one of Medic’s alters to be mute or selectively mute.

Ludwig’s nightmare version of this alter is associated with the respawn deaths in his mind too. He must have been switching during the investigations, with Funeral Medic performing surgeries and dealing with Jules. But for a time there would have been a lot of casualties, and Fritz may believe that this personality was intentionally letting patients die.

Could contribute to the nightmare imagery of being helpless with this personality around.

The fact that the real alternate personality and the nightmare version move so fluidly could be showing us another important detail.

Funeral Medic has exceptional aim and reaction times. Probably in order to react to injuries caused by the respawn machine, and to perform the needed treatments as effectively and precisely as possible. That’s why he moves like that.

My theory is that Electric-Eye Medic is a protector personality that comes out during RED v BLU matches when someone keeps targeting Fritz and needs to be put in their place. And most other situations now that the respawn failures aren’t happening like before. It’s why he’s the first other personality to take control, and keeps showing up.

And Funeral Medic is a gatekeeper personality who used to take control to prevent Ludwig from getting more trauma from Respawn Failures and patient deaths. Normally he stays inside the mind and keeps other people’s trauma from resurfacing, but the events of Emesis Blue were so serious that he needed to front.

It’s why he only shows up at the end.

When someone has DID, communicating with their alternate personalities and understanding what they’re trying to do is key. But Dr Ludwig wasn’t diagnosed with DID [or multiple personality disorder], he was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. And he’s Catholic, so he’s really likely to mistake Funeral Medic for a demon.

It’s one of the reasons why I want Emesis Blue to be a nightmare; so Ludwig and his personalities can talk/write things out and deal with their inner conflict. They need to, and I think he deserves a happy ending.

If RED Medic has his stolen wedding doves, it’d fit BLU to have an emotional support animal.

#emesis blue #blue medic #character analysis #This is NOT written by a psychologist.

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gravitytrips · 5 months ago

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Cliffside

“Maybe this vacation would do me good.”

Scout thought out loud as he started the long drive around the mountain.

Had his team really wanted him to take a break? Or did they just want to get rid of him? After all, a man’s friends don’t buy him tickets and pay for his lodging in Maui, Hawaii out of the kindness of their hearts.

“Well, might as well make the best of it.”

As he drove on the gently sloping road, he thought about the things to do on this drive. He would skip that little town with that big old tree in it. He had seen a bunch of big trees on that road to Hana and on that hike up to Waimoku falls. He would also skip those Alluvione pools because he swam in those Seven Sacreds. But he had heard that the views from the West Maui mountain were beautiful and he really wanted to see that blowhole that was somewhere along the way. Not to mention a little bay that was said to have the most beautiful snorkeling that you could do for free. Heck, he even bought snorkeling equipment for it!

He figured he would go into the valley after rounding out the mountain and see the Iao Needle. Especially since he heard an especially gorey story about the place.

He glanced back at the bag in the backseat of the rental car. In it was a camera, a change of clothes, his snorkeling equipment, and his satellite phone.

Just in case.

Scout had a great day. The snorkeling was amazing, and there was the most beautiful forest on the walk to the bay.

The blowhole was really cool, spraying him a few times and having a multitude of crabs to photograph.

He ended up going to the Alluvione pools, due to their reputation. It was a really fun rock climb down and there was another blowhole! The pools were beautiful, teeming with life and picturesque in every way. After the rough climb on the sharp volcanic rock, it was nice to relax in the lukewarm water.

Once Scout had returned to his car, he sighed a content sight. He was tired, but very happy as well.

Now, all he had to do was drive back to the hotel.

He began to drive away from the pools. The road quickly narrowed, but he was sure that he could keep the car under control.

He immediately noticed that there was no guardrail.

He gulped when he saw the sheer drop down.

And his mind spun as he looked upon the winding road before him.

Hairpin turns, switchbacks, waves, ones that seemed to go at a 90 degree angle!

They all stretched out before him.

The longer he drove on this nightmare road, the more anxious he became.

Finally, he came to a little village in the valley that the road went right through. It was like a sigh of relief.

Scout pulled off into the small parking lot of a little banana bread bakery to gather his bearings.

Due to the mile markers, knew he only had 12 more miles to go, but the map showed a nightmare tangle of turns and cliffsides. Scout swallowed hard.

12 more miles and he would be safe.

Scout was temped to just stay in the town for longer, but he knew that the sun would be setting soon and did not want to brave that road at night. So, he stood, waved goodbye to the bakery owner, got back into his car, and started back up the mountainside.

The road was even worse now.

The turns were sharper.

The drop offs were taller.

A sheer cliffs of rock both rose from his right side and fell away from his left.

He swallowed the lump of fear in his throat, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

He accelerated to get up a hill, then pressed the brakes to slow down again.

Nothing happened.

A string of swears flew from Scout’s mouth as his car rolled toward the edge of the cliff.

Fortunately, the slope of the hill had slowed him down, and he successfully turned around the bend.

The road sloped down.

The car gained more and more speed as Scout flew around the valley corner.

Then, he was headed back to the edge of the cliff. The road only continued to slope down.

Scout drifted around the next turn, just barely making it.

A wall of rocks rose from the narrow road on his right. A sheer drop into the forested valley fell away from him on the left. There was nowhere to go.

Scout drifted around the next turn, thinking he could make it again.

He was not so lucky.

His back tires went over the edge.

Scout had just enough time to clip on his seatbelt before the car tipped and slid off of the road.

Scout’s body floated as the car free fell through the air. Was he upside down? Or just falling fast? He couldn’t tell.

The car impacted the slope at the bottom of the cliff.

The roof of the car crunched as it hit the rocky slope, Scout’s body jerking against his seatbelt. The windows cracked and shattered under the weight of the car and the force of the inertia. His chest felt like it had been crushed like an aluminum can.

The car flipped over, doing a barrel roll that slammed him into every surface of the car he could think of.

The car hit the rocky soil again, upside down. This time, it simply slid to a stop at the bottom.

Scout hung against his seatbelt, wheezing.

Air.

He needed air.

He fumbled with the seatbelt, but the buckle assembly was crushed.

He wheezed again and fumbled for his pocket knife that always remained in his side pocket. It wasn’t there. Scout glanced in front of him.

The knife lay above him, folded. It must have slid out of his pocket on that roll.

He reached up, his arm crying out in pain as he stretched for his knife. His fingers grazed it, but he couldn’t reach.

He deflated his chest to cross the last inch he needed. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But his fingers closed around the knife.

He quickly flipped the blade open, working the sharp metal as a saw.

Finally, belt snapped, and a moment later he fell to the glass and rock-littered roof

He didn’t notice the glass slicing up his hands and tearing through his jeans.

All he could feel was the terrible pain in his chest.

His runner’s lungs worked as hard as they had ever worked in any battle, gathering oxygen and pushing his chest out.

It hurt.

It really hurt.

Scout lay in the sharp glass and stones, coughing and gasping for air. As he tasted the blood in his throat, one thought crossed his mind.

He had to get the satellite phone.

Scout flipped over and crawled to the backseat, looking for his bag in the carnage.

It wasn’t there.

He checked under the seats and all over the car, wheezing and coughing the whole time.

His bag was gone. How was it gone?

It only took one glance out of the shattered back windshield to tell him where his bag had ended up.

Near the top of the steep incline, his items lay strewn out on the rocks

An anguished whimper escaped Scout’s lips as his eyes sized up the steep slope. Could he even make it? Would his lungs explode before he got there? It sure felt like it.

But he had to try.

Climbing out of the demolished car, Scout felt an ocean spray on his face. The valley he was in would have been beautiful if it hadn’t nearly killed him.

“You could still die.” Scout reminded himself and he suddenly became aware of his wheezing again.

As he stood, leaning against the car, he realized that it wasn’t just his chest that ached.

His left knee looked….off, and a large bruise was starting to form on his right shin. Scout mulled over what could have caused those injuries for a moment before he came to a conclusion.

“The dashboard….” He whispered to himself.

A steady pounding in the back of his head reminded him that his life may be at stake here. No time to dilly dally.

As he started his ascent up the hill, every injury on his body protested.

But he persisted.

He had to make it.

As he climbed, the pounding in his head got worse, drowning out the pain in his legs and chest.

Why was his head getting worse? Was that sweat or blood? Where….where was he?

For a moment, Scout was disoriented, his mind being unable to comprehend where he was for a few moments.

Then, awareness trickled back into his mind and he recalled his awful situation. He then continued his ascent.

Suddenly, he was in front of his bag.

What? When had he gotten so close? How far had he climbed?

He looked behind him, his head spinning even more as his brain took in the height of the slope he was on.

He turned back to the rocks in front of him, feeling nauseous. Then, he grabbed the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

What? When had he dialed? He shoved those thoughts aside.

“Y-yes, uh, I was d-driving around….West Maui….and….”

What had happened to him, again? He glanced down at the wrecked car and remembered.

“I went over the edge….over the cliff….just a few turns past…..that….”

What was the word?

“….village….”

“Alright sir. Just stay calm. We are sending a helicopter to come get you.”

The words took far too long to sink in.

“…right….”

Then, there was silence.

Suddenly, the phone was dialing again. Had he called someone?

“Hello? Scout?” Came the voice of Miss Pauling.

“Pauling….?” Scout was horrified at his voice. Had it sounded like that before? It sounded like he had swallowed a pound of gravel.

Suddenly, he became aware of the pain in his chest again.

“Scout, is everything alright? Are you still there?” Miss Pauling asked.

“I think…. I mean, something….happened….I….might not…… make it….home….” Scout’s voice was near a whisper.

Breathing was difficult and his head felt like a ticking bomb.

“Scout! Scout, speak to me! What happened?” Miss Pauling’s voice came again.

Scout blinked slowly. He was too tired to speak.

“I….love you Miss Pauling…..always…have….” Scout inhaled deeply. “Tell the guys….I love them, too….”

Scout blinked again, trying to muster up the strength to say something poetic. He couldn’t find the words. His whole brain hurt. Scout laid his face in the hot, sharp stones. A short rest would do him good. A small nap would get him back in his feet.

The sound of a helicopter filled his ears as he drifted off into the darkness.

The next time Scout was aware of anything, he was in a familiar environment.

He blinked a few times, his view of the base infirmary focusing in his eyes.

How was he back in New Mexico? Last time he checked, he was in Hawaii.

The door to the infirmary opened, drawing Scout’s attention to it.

A very tired-looking Medic stepped through the door.

As the door swung closed again, Scout caught a glimpse of a few of the other mercs sitting in the waiting area just outside.

A voice brought Scout’s attention back to Medic.

“Five days and a four hour flight over the Pacific and of course, you wake up the moment i leave the room.” Medic said as he crossed the room and crossed something off of a medical chart.

“Welcome back.”

@aerowolf

@callme-adam-iguess

@paranoidginger

@wokeuptraveledstraightintothesun

@treatsf

@scouts-cosplays

#Fanfic #Fun fact #I was projecting hard for this one. My dad was a good driver but I was SCARED

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wyvchard · 6 months ago

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Even if you can't see me as me anymore...

... would you still be kind to me?

CW: Whump, mentions of alcohol

Prompt: Agent Phoenix went missing in the middle of a mission, only to return to the agency with the coldest welcome they've ever received.

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Reginald took in a breath as he sighed, wine glass stained with the 4th? 5th? He lost count after three.

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Unlike how retrieving Roxana's research had been. It was just "go to the abandoned location, poke around a bit, and head back".

But of course things always had to end up this complicated.

His agent went missing after a blurry set of events. The camera they were equipped with and their ocular units were struggling to keep track of everything, the signal grainy as the waves travelled through material designed to hinder such transmissions.

But the disrepair was sufficient to be able to send just enough information to paint nightmares that will last for days.

"How do I explain this to the board of directors? Even I don't know what happened." He sighed, looking at his scratchy notes as he tried to rewind the footage. He paused when he head a transmission in his headphones.

"Crane, we got a situation in the Enhanced Operatives Division. Apparently, some agents saw a Zoraxis operative wandering in the building. However, others are saying they saw a ghost."

"Why isn't the building on lockdown?" He suppressed a sigh, the hangover coming closer than he thought possible.

"The building is on lockdown, just that it can't be announced. We're rewinding footage as we speak but the security team is in arms arguing at who they saw."

"Why is that the case? Is there an agent breaking probation?"

"That's the issue. The security team saw Agent Typhoon walking in."

"Isn't Agent Typhoon on probation for provoking several security officers?"

"Exactly. But when security called, Agent Typhoon answered, which the agent in the camera did not do. And then security started freaking out since the agent in the cameras vanished, as if they knew where it is. If we issue a lockdown, they might get away."

"Do you think we've been-"

Reginald cut his words when he received the notification that his agent returned to the building.

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Phoenix walked back to their apartment, deciding to take a pit stop there to patch up the shallow cuts so their handler wouldn't fuss over them all over again. The visits to the medical wing was troublesome as they would be taken off the field for a while once more. Something about the latest time they almost died seemed to have caused him to fret about their well-being way too much.

They were already unsettled by the fact that their ocular implant was causing their vision to turn to static. They hesitantly turned it off as soon as they regained consciousness, shivering away the thought of their handler losing contact with them as their earpiece and body camera was left shattered after that frigid wind caused them to shut their eyes. As much as they would want to keep contact, they were nervous that the static would render them unconscious.

Bandages covered their skin by the time they were finished with patching up. Their fingers were still trembling as the cold jabs of the disinfectant started to subside. They steadied their breathing before deciding to abandon the floor to grab their debrief and broken equipment with their hands.

Securing their hat with the feather pin in their head as the rest of their hair was tucked into it, they headed to their office in the agency, hoping that their handler hadn't decided to confuse liquor with water.

It was supposed to be an uneventful walk, considering it was way beyond what time any reasonable person would walk down the street in. They faltered in their steps several times as the hostile gaze of the ones they passed by traced up their back.

It wasn't the usual gazes of a Zoraxis operative who wants to kill them that bothers them, no. It was the feeling of loathing someone right in front of your face while showing a smile, waiting to pounce for the moment you can wash your hands to pretend you aren't the one who wrung the life out of your abhorred.

They adjusted their hat and trench coat as they entered the agency, still feeling the same looks from the bystanders a couple of blocks before. They still pushed through, 'maybe they got worried', they thought.

"Agent, shouldn't you be in probation?" The security officer greeted them with hostility, taking away their voice with the way they were looked at.

They merely shook their head before passing through the checkpoint and bolted to Reginald's office.

Probation? What would they be in probation for? Was it their hobby of publishing papers?

The gazes of the other agents don't matter to them, ignoring the gasps and silent weeps from the other agents. Others peppered them with profanities.

They have to get to Reggie. Everything is just too much. He must know what's going on.

They avoided the cameras out of habit, despite the fact that the entire agency already knew they survived the death engine. Old habits die hard and those months of hiding the fact they survived that in order to keep up the cover story don't just vanish out of nowhere.

Reginald opened his door, only to pause with a forlorn gaze. Phoenix walked in and shut the door, calling out his name.

"Agent, not tonight. Please. I don't have the energy to deal with this right now. Maybe tomorrow but not now."

Their words, begging for answers and reaching out to hug him, paralyzed him, as if they were something he wasn't meant to be holding onto.

"I'm really sorry, Agent. It was all my fault. I shouldn't have-I should have-" He heaved, shaking as his eyes widened once more. "... Please leave me alone. Please." They refused and merely held onto him for a hug, caging him so he doesn't escape.

Phoenix was in the brink of tears when they noticed the bottles of alcohol on his desk. They used their TK to activate the emergency line and hoped that he wouldn't pass out from drinking.

They quietly counted the minutes in their head and tried to calm him down, supporting his trembling body with their own.

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"Handler, what's going on? Why is this happening?" His agent was crying as the water was leaking in the escape pod.

"I was told that those escape pods are safe. Hold on, I-I'll think of something."

"Don't bother. It's too late. Thank you for trying anyway, Handler."

He knows. He knows he shouldn't be clinging to the phantoms of his imagination, of the wish he could come to them and tell them he's proud of them. But it's too late. That agent's dead and his current one is missing.

But will it be so bad if he clings to this for tonight? Clings to the thought he could say sorry for failing them one more time?

The warmth of the hands patting his back soothed him a bit but it was awful. He was the handler, he should be the one taking care of his agents and yet here he is, pathetically crying in the arms of the agent he failed to save.

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Phoenix knew not to interfere with the medical personnel when they took him away.

They were still shaking when one of the medical personnel told them to get rest back in their ward and telling them that Phoenix will come back to take care of their Handler soon.

... They weren't injured. They have no reason to get to a ward. Right?

But... it still doesn't explain why Reggie called them with a different agent's name, a mix of syllables that they know they have read or heard somewhere.

Maybe they're both sleep deprived. Some water may help.

They paused when they saw the mirror when they were washing their face. Those eyes weren't theirs, nor the shade of the lips.

It wasn't their face.

But that doesn't make sense. Their handler never... None of the other agents...

Just what did that chemical in that laboratory do to them?

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AAAaaand Cut!

Spoilers on how it works here.

I hope to make a multi chapter version soon. There is a rough outline but I am not sure if I'll stick to it.

@phoenix-and-found-family , I wonder how your Phoenix will react to being in this situation.

#ieytd #agent phoenix #i expect you to die #reginald crane #the handler #angst #whump #ieytd fanfic #I can only do this much for now #I hope I can write this in multiple chapters #Phoenix doesn't deserve this.#No one does actually #Poor Reggie doesn't realize his agent is right. there.#ieytd prompts #my writings #Wvyie Writes

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leiawritesstories · 1 year ago

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rowaelin dating show fic?❤️ also i love your work!!

there aren't nearly enough heart emojis to express how ecstatic this ask made me feel ❤💕❤ here please have all of my love and a little something i whipped up 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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The first date had been an absolute disaster.

Aelin didn't typically give such terrible reviews, but she was only being honest. The date with--what was his name again? Oh, right, Sam--had gone so poorly that even calling it a "trainwreck" would be generous. And she had even cut the guy some slack for being a half-nervous wreck the whole time.

Perils of dating The Bachelorette live on camera, or something.

Hell, even Aelin had taken weeks to get used to the eerie sensation of the cameras watching and recording everything, lurking in the background and waiting to send off their footage to some team of producers who'd no doubt edit a perfectly innocent exchange into sordid tabloid headlines. Never in a million years would she have guessed that she'd be chosen as the Bachelorette; also, never would she have guessed that she'd be enjoying the experience so much.

Since arriving at the shoot location, it had been a whirlwind of meeting the crew, negotiating what she was and was not willing to have filmed, negotiating social media, meeting her agent and manager, and getting a rundown on the twenty-four men who'd be competing for...well, for her. She'd received dossiers on each man and had read each file thoroughly, noting down the few that stood out to her.

Sam Cortland, 25, software designer. Fairly wealthy, boyishly attractive, had a charming dimple that appeared when he grinned, he was the only contestant who'd made her genuinely smile during the first episode.

Fenrys Moonbeam (yes, it was his actual name), 26, photographer and occasional male model. The man was a treat for the eyes, all height and muscles and espresso-toned skin and silky-soft golden curls that Aelin was jealous of. If nothing else, she'd have to steal his haircare routine.

And...Rowan Whitethorn, 28, entrepreneur--according to his file, at least. He hadn't hesitated to share that he was, in fact, the egregiously wealthy CEO of his own company, which he'd built from the ground up. The casual arrogance that had rolled off of him as he spoke about his business success was almost enough for Aelin to rethink her appreciation of his physical beauty.

Aelin sighed deeply as she strode up the front steps of her villa, painfully aware of the cameras tracking her steps, unlocked her front door, went in, and locked the door behind her. She'd been very clear that her villa was filming-free unless she invited a camera crew inside, and gods, she needed the space to just breathe. And kick her expensive shoes across the floor. And muffle a strangled scream in a designer throw pillow that probably cost more than her whole set of bedroom furniture.

Gods, that date with Sam had been an absolute nightmare. It had started off so well, with the two of them sharing easy conversation and laughing over the delicious dinner, but as soon as he'd said he wanted to take her on a "romantic stroll through the rose garden," Aelin had felt her stomach churn.

It was so...cliché. Painfully cliché. Whatever sparks she'd felt when she met Sam had been snuffed right out after that date.

Which left her two possible options: the gorgeous, flirtatious rogue whose slow grin could make her panties disappear, or the gorgeous, arrogant CEO whose dangerous smirk sent her heartbeat pounding.

Either way, she was headed straight for trouble.

#my writing #answered prompt #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #fenrys moonbeam #rowaelin #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfic #dating show fic #dating show au #the bachelorette au #the bachelorette but rowaelin so it's better hehe

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celuloideycarbono · 6 months ago

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His eyes were half-closed, on the verge of falling into a deep sleep. Suddenly, a scream from Urska pulls him out of his stupor. She is staring at the television without blinking: there has been a massive crash in the peloton, during a descent. He doesn't like seeing that. He knows anyone can be involved in a serious accident, and every time he sees a crash like that, he remembers Gino. Then a shot from the helicopter shows a rider in yellow, lying on the ground, almost motionless. It can't be him, he tells himself. But yes, his worst nightmare is true: it's him.

The damned broadcast keeps showing images of him lying on the ground. A hand moves, and Tadej breathes a sigh of relief, but fears that Jonas is not well at all. Many memories come to his mind. Who was that pale rider who dared to challenge his graceful dominance on Mont Ventoux? Little by little, he got used to his presence. That young Dane was two years older than him, but then, as the reigning champion, he felt he had to exercise a kind of older brother tutelage over him.

But that role didn't last long. The following year, after the Granon stage, completely exhausted, on the verge of fainting, he remembered approaching him, seeking his contact like a sailor seeks solid ground. He tried to hug him. Jonas was on the phone. The cameras were there, and he hesitated for a moment whether to get so close: some might interpret his courtesy as a cynical gesture, done to please the media. But in reality, he felt tempted to be near that weak, pale body that had beaten him up. He desired greater proximity. He had felt humiliated but, at the same time, felt a powerful attraction to that pale young man who had brought him back to his most human facet. But he was afraid of too much closeness, so it all boiled down to a brief handshake and an incomplete hug.

A similar scene repeated itself the following year. Again, Tadej had suffered a bitter defeat in Combloux and yet needed to hug that young man who had crushed him. Masochistic impulses resurfaced. He wanted nothing more than to prolong that pain in a more intimate setting, shared with Jonas. And his smile in front of the camera, he wasn't sure if it completely hid his true desires.

However, everything around them forced them to distance themselves. They couldn't be friends. Their teams, their environments, the fans who supported each of them, the journalists, wouldn't understand it. A narrative had been built that opposed them: Tadej the fun one, the jokester, a bit proud but gooffy and carefree; Jonas the cold one, the impenetrable one, the hard worker, the silent one, the reserved one. All those were lies, he knew it. Did Jonas realize it too? Despite this, they remained distant. They didn't even have each other's phone numbers. At first, Tadej had felt that Jonas was younger than him, but now he saw in him someone more mature. Did Jonas feel something similar about him?

Since then, they had barely spoken. They had organized their schedules with the sole intention of not seeing each other and perhaps thereby avoiding a desire and a power of attraction too strong. Now, watching Jonas's crash on television, he felt powerless. He wanted nothing more than to be able to talk to him, to be with him in the hospital, by his bedside. Could it be possible? Surely it wouldn't be accepted, as it would be irreverent, incomprehensible. Two young men who want to crush each other on the road... do they also want to do it in a hotel room? Maybe it was better to keep the distance, even if it was hard. But, would Jonas be able to understand that his silence was nothing more than an attempt to get his attention?

#i wanted to write something about the topic.#tadejonas #pogagaard

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pin-crusher2000 · 6 months ago

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Earth 66

1) What are the Young Titans and New YJ’s own worst nightmares?

2) Building in Question 1, how do they cope with that night terror and try going back to bed, that’s if they can and have to stay up all night?

3) If Robin!Jake was sick and couldn’t patrol that night but Mar’i was away at Tamaran for that night, would Chris and/or Jon take over as Robin for him?

4) Did Jon’s pet dog Ranger ever go on adventures with his owner/friend the way Krypto does with Conner and Chris?

5) speaking of whom, how does Ranger get along with the rest of Jon’s team?

Good questions @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 :D

Jake: seeing his family die, bludhaven being destroyed, Robert turning evil.

Mar’i: boyfriend Chris dying, seeing herself & mom getting (ahem) “physical” by others, love one’s dying.

Robert: seeing his dads car on fire, with him & his half-sister coming out of the wreck zombified & buring

Irey: seeing her family get killed by Zoom by being too slow.

Jai: seeing the error screen when playing games XD kidding (sort of ;p) I say being powerless & slow watching his family zoom on by.

Lian: having a building crush on her

Cerdian: hmmm a say a group of whale hunters attacking him with harpoons (🤷🏻‍♂️)

Jon Kent: seeing the county he grew up in destroyed, his favorite tree getting set on fire, family dying, & Damian turning into a evil vampire.

Damian: being told by his family that he is worthless

Hunter: seeing his family die, paradise island being destroyed, seeing his mom hurt & chained up by Ares.

Arthur: being hunted down by a demonic Black Manta (who in my universe is a crazy guy who sees everybody as Aquaman, yes everybody XD)

Connor: being replaced by a taller dark skin version of him (get it? No ok XD) I say getting shot at by hundreds of arrows while stuck on those target “signs”

Hector: seeing his parents die in combat or his dad killing his mom.

2: usually telling themselves it’s ok, it’s not gonna happened just a dream; maybe sneaking into their parents/siblings (if they got any) room to sleep with them.

3: sure hmmmmm I say Jon since him & Jake almost look alike, maybe Chris can use his dark powers to make his hair black. Jon & Chris would take pictures of themselves wearing a Robin outfit acting silly (making silly faces, putting their butts at the camera & doing anime poses) & show Jake to cheer him up for not going on patrol.

4: hmmmm yes & no, a bad guy who kidnaps dogs (not a dog catcher) & turns them into coats. Ranger was sadly one of these dogs who got kidnapped after Jon let ranger out to go to the bathroom, but thankfully Jon, as Superboy, tracked down the “Dog Stealer” & stops him & frees ranger & the other dogs.

5: pretty good, he loves sniffing the teams butts especially Arthur’s cause it smells like fish XD (kidding)

Jokes aside Ranger loves Jon’s team.

Note: in my universe Tamaran is gone like Krypton (cause I’m not really a diehard StarFire fan knowing every lore detail) so Kory & her sister are “The Last Daughters of Tamaran” to make things interesting.

Ranger doesn’t really exist in my universe, his role is replaced by Krypto, who is smart enough to act like a normal dog when Jon is growing up before his powers kicked in. (Not hate for ranger, I feel like he ain’t that important, we only saw him in like two different books)

Thanks for the questions! Let me know if you got more! :D

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omnybus · 2 years ago

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Nightmare Sketches: The Hateful Fungus

last night I had what may have been the most graphic and visceral nightmare I've had in a long long time! Expect themes of body horror, assimilation, and blood.

So this dream consisted of me and a few family members watching this weird found-footage style movie about a scientist who was studying some kind of strange, fungus-like, otherworldly life form growing deep in an underground cavern. He and a small team had set up a lab/base camp in a large cavern, with a tunnel leading towards where the fungoid thing was growing. The tunnel had a set of rails installed with an electric rail car riding on it, which looked more like a motorized wheelchair but with minecart wheels.

The lead scientist would sit in the chair and drive down to the fungus pit to study, but every time he went down there he came back more enthusiastic about what he learned, to the point where he was getting hysterical. At one point he drove back to base camp with a manic grin on his face, holding up his hand to show it was missing a finger and drenched in blood. "They don't EAT biological matter," he cried, "They HATE it! Went right for my finger, tore it clean off! It's incredible!" His comrades were all reasonably worried but he kept blowing them off.

At the end, they discovered the lead scientist in a horrible state- apparently he had tried to eat some of the unknown fungus, and it ended up with his body horrifically and permanently assimilating into the fungus, melting and spreading out across the tunnel entrance to block the way (not that any of them wanted to go inside). They remarked, "If he was in pain, we'd never know. He literally dug his own grave."

The "fungus" itself was slimy, membranous and was deep red in color with patches of yellow and orange veins. It looked like a cross between a slime mold and a placenta.

When they first found his body, it was half-sunk into the mass, but largely intact. Some time later they took photographs of his further transformation, which resulted in his body turning into a concave, hollowed-out human silhouette, with the veiny growths forming the vague shape of a human skeleton along the inside. Where the eye sockets were, a thin wriggling root-like tentril sprouted from thte center of each one. In the middle of his torso, his heart could be seen, still mostly intact and bulging out from the mass, slowly beating. It was implied the scientist was still alive and somewhat aware of his predicament.

The last thing I remember is rewinding/fast-forwarding the movie to pause on an earlier scene where it showed his ID badge, which had a picture of a smeared bloody handprint on it. After a couple camera cuts, the handprint had changed so that it was pointing up at him. I remarked "oooh, foreshadowing!" (note: his name wasn't actually "Dr. Something", I just couldn't rememberhis name if it was even spoken).

Overall, it was a pretty visually disturbing dream with some serious body horror imagery and concepts.

#my art #omny87 #dream sketch #nightmare sketch #body horror #fungus #mutation #blood #gore #transformation #movie #found footage

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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It's Not the Walking, It's the Rising - Dick Grayson Imagine [Titans]

Title: It's Not the Walking, It's the Rising

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Based On: Nina Cried Power

Word Count: 1,979 words

Warning(s): violence, nightmares, mention of murder

Summary: When a face from (Y/n)'s past suddenly shows up in San Francisco, they immediately prepare to lose everything. However, Dick and the rest of the team refuse to let them face this alone. They learn that they are much stronger with the team behind them.

Author's Note: Hello! I would like it to be known that I am in no way attempting to trivialize the true message or intention of this song. I understand it and I hope this story can hold onto it through this medium. If anything, I want to support it, not take away from it.

WASTELAND, BABY! - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I jumped awake, frantically pushing myself to sit up and look around the room.

Empty.

"Hey..."

I looked over at Dick as he spoke up. He sat up and moved closer to me.

"You okay," he asked.

"Y-Yeah," I nodded, running my hands over my face. "Just another nightmare."

I felt him press a kiss to my shoulder. His arm wrapped around me. I felt myself relax in response. His chin rested on my shoulder.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No," I forced a chuckle as I replied. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

Nightmares were normal for both of us. Our lines of work were not without consequence. We both had been very understanding about it all.

I didn't like talking about my nightmares. I was much happier with just ignoring it and trying to go back to bed.

I never thought that I would have to.

That was before I walked into the surveillance room of the tower. I spotted something on the screens and furrowed my eyebrows.

"What are you looking at," I asked.

"Some recent murders," he explained. "Looks like some kind of hit. There's a symbol... here."

The camera zoomed in on some branding on a man's chest.

I felt my stomach churn at the sight of it. The branding was all too familiar. I saw it when I closed my eyes. It was the last thing that I saw right before I yelled and woke up again.

"You alright?"

I looked back at Dick when he spoke up. I hummed, confused.

"You... You look like you saw a ghost," he explained. "What's going on?"

I paused. I stared at him. I knew that he wouldn't judge me, but I still wasn't sure that I could bring myself to talk about it.

"Hey," he reached over and touched my side. "You can talk to me. You know that."

I took a deep breath before stepping toward the system. I typed in the details that I could remember. I flinched as a new set of photos found its way to the screen.

He started reading over the file. "Oh."

It was my parents.

"He only branded my dad," I explained. "I always knew who it was, but I could never find him. I... I should've told you, but I couldn't."

Dick was still reading the details.

"I asked Bruce to look into it for me," I added. "He confirmed that there was no bounty on their heads or anything. He found out that this guy was obsessed with my mom. When she rejected him because she had a husband and a kid, he apparently snapped."

Dick looked back over at me. "You don't have to tell me. It's okay. I don't want to make you-"

"It's okay," I stopped him. "I... I just never thought that I'd be faced with... this again."

He slowly nodded and reached for my hand. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault."

He pulled my hand over and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I forced a grin as he did.

That was the moment that the team's mission became mine.

I had managed to track the man down to some abandoned warehouse somewhere. He had a whole group of men with him. He worked for someone with a lot of resources, but that was information that was so well hidden that I didn't have access to it.

I went there alone. I didn't want to drag the team into a mess that was mine. I was scared that if I did, I'd place an even bigger target on a group of people that did nothing to deserve that.

I stared down at the main room. I watched the men walking around, all surrounding my main target.

I flinched when I heard someone land next to me on the ledge.

"Dick!" I scolded through gritted teeth. I was angry but current environmental circumstances kept me from yelling at him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You didn't actually plan on running off and doing this by yourself, did you," he asked.

"How did you even know where I was?"

"Tracker in the suit."

"What?"

"For safety... like when one of us runs off to face a gang by themself," he continued.

"I...I need to do this."

"Not alone," he replied. "This is important. I understand that, but there's no reason to get yourself killed."

I clenched my jaw and looked back at the table.

"We want to help you through this," he continued. "We're a team. Stronger together."

Just as he said that one of the men suddenly flew across the room and into the far wall.

I looked down as Conner walked in. He was followed by Gar and Kory.

"There goes my element of surprise," I muttered.

"He still doesn't know that you're here," Dick shrugged. "Are you going to kill him?"

"I... I don't know."

I heard something close to a sigh escape him. "I'll be there. No matter what you choose to do."

I just nodded.

My main target looked around at the group of people fighting and took off running. I stood up and took off after him. I ran along the platform for as long as I could before dropping down in front of him.

He tried to stumble backward but seemed to suddenly remember the scene behind him.

I grabbed a gadget off of my belt and threw it forward. It was a very helpful gift from the people that made my suit in the first place. I watched it tighten around the man's arms and jump up to wrap around the bar to the platform that I had been on. The man was held just above the ground.

"Who the hell are you people," he asked.

"Titans," I replied just as Dick landed near us. "Granted, I understand how you would miss that one. Going on the run can keep people from being up to date."

I saw the man's eyes go wide. "Excuse me?"

"Only went truly on the run after one kill, huh," I asked. "Because you were attached. It could've been traced to you. All your other stuff was just work, but that one was personal, yeah?"

"Oh..."

"'Oh'? What was that? Recognition?"

"You're the kid."

"The kid," I muttered before stepping forward. "I'm their kid. My mom and dad. My mom, who you got angry with when she dared to say no to you. My dad, who wasn't even supposed to be there, and you treated like he was garbage that needed to be taken out."

He glared at me.

I lifted my fist and swung it into his face. The hit came with a weight rolling off my shoulders. It would have been easy to kill him. To know that I was the one to pull him away from this world.

"And you just went back to work, huh? That simple?"

"Do you expect me to feel guilty?"

The question earned him another punch to his face. I watched as he spit some blood out. I grabbed his jaw and forced him to look me in the eye.

"I could kill you," I threatened. "If I wanted to. It would be so easy."

He chuckled. "Then do it."

I could feel Dick's eyes burning into the side of my head. He was truly curious about if I had the ability to kill another person.

That wasn't the reason I let go of the man's jaw.

I let go of the man's jaw because death would be too easy. I would be much happier watching his life fall apart. I wanted to watch karma take over. And I would do anything to help guide it to him.

I stepped away.

The man spoke up, "Call yourself a hero, don't you? Act strong and powerful and bullshit, right?"

I ignored him and turned around, ready to take off.

"You're not strong enough to kill me!"

I turned around and got as close to his face as I could. I could smell his breath and the spit from his angry yelling hit my skin. "I am not enough of a coward to kill you!"

He almost growled.

"I will watch you face your judgment. I will watch you go down for all the harm you caused. I will watch you face a prison sentence longer than the lives of 100 men, never mind yours.

"I am, always have been, and always will be stronger than you."

I stepped back again as I heard police sirens in the distance.

"They'll take it from here," Dick promised as I looked in the direction of the sound. "Trust me."

I caught the sight of something in his eyes. Some knowing look that I didn't have the heart to question at the time. I nodded and followed him out of the building. We made it back to the tower in record time.

The rest of the team was waiting in the main room. They all stood up when we made it inside.

There was a long pause as I looked at all of them.

"Hey-"

I was cut off by Gar running forward and hugging me. I let out a loud laugh and slowly hugged him back.

"Hi, Gar," I muttered.

He smiled as he stepped back.

Conner stepped forward next, mimicking Gar's actions. I chuckled, flinching a bit at his complete lack of self-awareness in regard to his strength.

"Thanks, Conner," I stepped back first, smiling at him.

"How are you feeling," Kory asked.

"Good... I don't think the adrenaline has completely worn off yet, but right now, I'm okay."

She nodded.

"I should thank you guys," I continued. "You all supported me and helped me and that means a lot. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she spoke up for the rest of them.

There was a pause between all of us.

"Well, we," she motioned between her, Gar, and Conner, "should let you have the night to rest. Good night."

"Night," I said as they all walked out. I looked over at Dick, who was still standing there. "Can we go get changed? This outfit is getting a little uncomfortable."

He laughed and nodded. He held out his hand. I intertwined our fingers and let him lead me through the halls.

We both moved in silence.

It wasn't until I was sitting on the edge of our bed that I spoke up again, "What if it wasn't enough?"

Dick stopped where he was and leaned against the dresser. "What do you mean?"

"After all of this and everything that happened tonight... what if nothing changes?"

He stepped forward before kneeling in front of me. "Then, I'll be right here."

I slowly nodded.

"The difference isn't gonna happen immediately," he continued. "But I think what happened tonight was the biggest step you could take."

His hands grabbed mine.

"You showed him that you were better than he was. That he didn't have that power over your life and your actions and your future. Now, you've just got to hold onto that power."

"Easier said than done."

"Definitely," he nodded. "But hey, that's why I'm here. To remind you of it."

I grinned a bit before leaning forward to kiss him gently. "I love you."

"I love you too," he mumbled. "Come on, it's been a long enough night."

As he stood up and walked around to his side of the bed, I slid under the covers and waited to curl into his side.

I don't know if it was the adrenaline finally wearing off or if it was just Dick's presence or if it was just my brain accepting what had happened, but that was the fastest I had fallen asleep in years.

If this was the peace that I had been trying to find for years, then I could happily live my life like this.

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trickstertriangle · 1 month ago

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if yer actually gonna look into the hatchetfield musicals and stuff i mentioned, here's some tips on watching order, info on genre and some of my opinions!:

BEWARE. LONG INFODUMP INCOMING.

the genre of these musicals is comedy-horror. horror-comedy? whatever the order, those two. they have death and violence and stuff, there's also swears and sexual references and jokes. all three musicals have a central m/f romance, but i don't think they feel forced or anything.

the musicals were originally all performed live, but team starkid recorded and cut them as if they were movies, utilizing different camera angles, and on occasion adding small effects like lightning. basically, they're not just uploading a recording from the back of the theater. (those wide view recordings were originally available to purchase, but idk how to watch em rn, havent looked into that.) due to being a recording of a live show, the reactions of the audience can be heard. i don't mind it, don't think they obscure any dialogue, but thought i'd warn ya.

like i mentioned, all three musicals can be found for free on youtube on the team starkid channel. if i recall correctly, all the musicals have subtitles, and some of the bonus series eps do. maybe even all of em minus the 1st one's 1st one.

watching the musicals and bonus stuff in chronological order (the order they were uploaded, oldest to newest) is definitely a good way to watch em to ensure you get all the references in the later stuff. i don't think getting all the references is required, (i watched the 3rd musical chronologically before watching the 2nd one or the bonus series, and i still enjoyed it) but i presume it would elevate the experience.

"the guy who didn't like musicals" is chronologically first, and sets up the place and the vibe. i'd say this one leans more towards comedy, but there are some quiet, serious moments too. (this one is maybe my favorite. it's really hard to choose between this and the 3rd one.)

"black friday" is chronologically 2nd. it has a more serious tone and contains heavier topics. it also delves further into the hatchetfield universe, revealing some key lore. i personally didn't enjoy this one as much as the other two. i do still think it's worth the watch for the lore, but if ya liked the 1st musical but dont vibe with this, feel free to skip to something else.

following this chronologically is the bonus series "nightmare time", which has 3 episodes each containing 2 stories about hatchetfield's inhabitants. reveals a lot more lore about the universe and the characters who didn't get the spotlight in the musicals.

the episodes of "nightmare time" were originally recorded live on zoom, as they were made during covid. they're stories read by a narrator (one of the writers) and the actors. the actors are actually acting, but if ya struggle paying attention due to the zoom formatting, i've heard people suggest treating em like podcasts, or putting them on in the background, and i think both of those options work.

next up chronologically is "nightmare time 2" another series this time consisting of 4 episodes, eps 1 & 4 have one longer story, eps 2 & 3 have 2 stories. reveals more stuff and the production quality is better than the 1st "nightmare time". i believe they switched to prerecorded footage instead of live readings this time.

then, the latest hatchetfield musical. "nerdy prudes must die.". i'd say this has their best production quality yet. i also think the balance between comedy and horror is pretty good. there's plenty of serious and heartwrenching moments, but also a bunch of laughs. the setting is a high school.

after this the "working boys" short film was released. i think it's a short film. i haven't had time to watch it yet, unfortunately, so no further comment on it.

there might be one or more bonus things but i'm not a 100% sure about it so i'll leave it out for now.

and yeah! content warnings and more specifics on the settings and plots of each thing can be found in the descriptions, i believe. if not, send out a call for help here (or in the discord) and i'll arrive.

any questions? i know that was a lot, apologies. I eally like hatchetfield.

woahhh... that's a lot! thank you! i'll be sure to look into it!

#huzzahttspeaks #ttanswered #ooc: wanted to take the time to properly read this before responding because YES I WANT TO SEE THIS NOW YESSSSSSSSSSS

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peerbear · 7 months ago

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The Boom Operator Finding Struggle - George (My Saviour) Appreciation Post

A sound recordist is nothing without their boom operator and mine was a joy and pleasure to work with.

Finding crew for my departments on both films this year proved to be quite the nightmare. For my boom operator, I left it a little bit later than I should have, beginning the proper search in late January, rather than securing someone before Christmas. I was not in the same position as Katie, in the other department as our DOP who had already secured everyone on the test shoot in November from her 2nd AC to her gaffer, another woman applying excellent organisation to the project so that it could thrive. Shout out to the camera team they were a well-oiled machine and a very iconic combo and without them, the film would not be what it is now. However, this post is actually not about them, I degrees. Back to finding my boom op. Everyone in our year in the sound department was busy, and so was everyone in the year below and the year below that. I even asked Zoe to send out a call to sound design students in all 4 years on the Undergraduate Sound Design course at Napier. One person had even been in touch but then did not get back to me.

At this point it was a couple of days before the shoot and I readily accepted that I would have to boom op for myself. And then I thought of someone who I had not asked yet who would be perfect for the project. George is a family friend whom I have known pretty much all my life, we went to school together (in different years) and we celebrate Christmas together with both of our families and one other family. Our parents are close friends and George is a childhood friend of my older brother. It's safe to say we know each other pretty well. Geroge is now studying Sound for Film at Edinburgh College and has applied to the Napier Masters Programme for next year. Anyway, I had not messaged him because I thought he would be so busy with his own deadlines at this time. But I messaged him on the off chance that he would be available and I was so lucky. The day before we picked up the equipment and set off to Saint Catherines he was a confirmed member of the crew.

Here are some photos of him in his element (I took so many that they couldn't all make it into this post):

George was always so attentive and helpful and always knew what was needed. He was a steady boom op and helped me record sound. I feel we bounced off each other so well and quickly built up a power duo combo. I think we both learned things from each other and we had a great time. It was nice to get to know him more than as a family friend but also as a colleague, companion and now my own friend too. I look forward to working with him again in the future and I can't wait to see all the incredible things that this man will do! Watch that space I'm telling you!

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jrockmagazines · 3 months ago

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Arena 37°C Vol. 315 (12-2008)

I hope it will be made into a music video. The lyrics have a mysterious feeling in them, so I hope it will capture that atmosphere.

YOMI (VOCAL)

「NAKED LOVE」 12.3 release!!

Nightmare 2008 killer show final NIGHT FUCKER.

Starting December 15th at JCB Hall!!!

Nightmare, who continues to energetically perform live and release new songs, will deliver a new single "NAKED LOVE" on December 3rd!! This month, the music video will be shot a little early, so we rushed to the scene!! The scene was covered with a blue backdrop as the footage was being shot for compositing. Models will also be appearing, so the final product will be different, so be sure to check it out!!!

"NAKED LOVE" PV shooting report!!

We performed with the image of emotion and inhumanity in mind.

"I was stiff even before filming began" Will YOMI be hit by an unexpected accident?

Album "Killer Show"

Nightmare has been busy this summer, with a standing and hall tour that began in early June and ended on September 7th at the Tokyo International Forum, followed by a charity concert in their hometown of Sendai on September 26th. With a packed schedule that lasted days with little time to rest, just three days later, on September 20th, the five members were seen shooting a music video at a studio in Tokyo. The song they were shooting that day was their new song "NAKED LOVE," already on air as the ending theme for the Nippon Television anime "Tai no Hako." The song is the title track of their single to be released on December 3rd, composed by Sakuto and written by YOMI. It is a mysterious and aggressive number that grabs your heart with its sudden explosion from a heavy group. The theme of the song is "strong love."

So the shoot started with a beautiful model to play the main character YOMI's partner, and a baby scene, which YOMI requested because "when you think of the fruit of love, it's a baby after all." Next, we shot an image scene in which YOMI and the model walk up to each other and look into each other's eyes, but this is when the biggest incident of the day occurred. Thanks to a mischievous idea from the staff, in the last scene, the model suddenly turned to YOMI.

She kissed YOMI! This prank was planned without YOMI knowing about it. When the staff found out about the plan, Sakuto watched the events unfold with a happy look on his face, and even filmed the filming scene himself (laughs). So, contrary to the production team's expectations that he would definitely run away, YOMI boldly accepted the kiss, so we conducted a direct interview with him right after filming.

* You received the kiss beautifully.

Everyone was so calm, they all praised her, saying, "You're a pro!"

"No, I was surprised! But the director told me, "Don't let your eyes wander when you look at each other!" so I tried my best not to get upset. I was so nervous even before that... I want to get better at shooting scenes with that kind of mood (laughs)."

Especially this time, the model was almost completely nude from the waist up.

"Yeah. There was a camera and I was surrounded by people taking pictures, so it was a little embarrassing. I'm sure if I was in a situation like that privately, I'd be fine (laughs)."

That's what I would say (laughs). What do you think this PV will turn out like?

"The lyrics are quite mysterious, so I think they'll bring out that atmosphere with CG. I've never shot a PV with so much compositing before, so I'm looking forward to seeing how it turns out."

As YOMI said, this work will be entirely CG processed, so it will be set against a green screen throughout.

▲Checking the drum position to see how it looked.

"NAKED LOVE" PV shooting report!!!

▼The costumes are super hot. After the performance scene, we head straight for the wind!!!

That's how it went. But I got everything I wanted, so I'm not going to spend anymore!"

We're also looking forward to the finished video!!!

After a long shoot, the other members finally come out of the make-up room at Kaijo. RUKA complains to the staff that "I've bought too many accessories and I'm going bankrupt," and the string section plucks the guitar and bass to check the phrases of the song. Once the instruments are set up, the performance scene with everyone finally begins. Ni~ya plays and replies to the camera, which changes position and movement one after another and enthusiastically says "That's nice." That's because, after about an hour of repeated string monitor checks and solo shoots of the members, they were sweating and asking for water, saying "It's hot!", proving that they were performing with the same tension as in a live performance. There was also a shot of Shinju jumping into the camera, but the groove shots were completed without any problems, and YOMI was all up. Next came RUKA's solo shoot, starting with a performance scene, then RUKA, who had finished shooting and interviewing in the wind. At this point, the clock had already passed 8pm, but according to the timetable, all shooting was to end at 8pm. In order to make up for the three-hour delay, the original plan was to shoot Sakuto, Ni~ya, and Hitsugi in that order for one hour each, but they decided to shoot the three of them alternately to shorten the time for changing camera sets. In this situation, the members were so engrossed in taking image shots that they didn't even notice when the call to stand by was made. The shoot was then completed in about an hour. Sakuto, who had been taking photos, resumed the shoot. While Kiwami was out of breath and covered in sweat, Sakuto remained still and treated him coolly, saying "Hitsugi is a sweaty person." They showed their respective characters, and in just an hour and a half, the shoot for the three of them was finished! "It's done!"

He said, raising both hands in joy as he took the photo.

I asked him how he felt after the shoot.

The shoot is over, but are you more tired than usual because of the hectic schedule?

"I wonder? I don't think it's much different. The PV has set changes, so the drums are finished efficiently. To be honest, it's a composite, so you don't know how it's going to turn out."

Is that why you didn't check the monitors much today?

"I don't really look at them that much. I leave it to my manager to choose the photos. If I do it, I end up choosing ones where you can't see my face (laughs)."

I value the atmosphere. By the way, I heard that RUKA was the only one who made his own costume for today.

"Yes. I thought I'd go for something a little punkish. I found some clothes I wanted to wear, so I bought them myself. The T-shirt is Vivienne Westwood, and the jacket has body piercings around the front. Also, I want to make the eye patch my trademark, so I think I'll keep it up for a while."

You bought all the costumes for the PV, but the accessories are more expensive, right?

"Actually, I got up at 5:30 today."

What! Why?

"I went back to my parents' house after the live show in Sendai, and I was actually supposed to come back to Tokyo yesterday, but the Shinkansen stopped because of a signal failure or something. So I came back first thing this morning. But I rested at my parents' house for two days, so I'm not that tired."

So, what was the hardest part of the shoot?

"The waiting time! I had to wait quite a while from the time I arrived in the morning until my turn, so I ate and slept during that time." Also, the green screen made it hard to get a sense of the performance. "Well, that was the same as always. We performed as we always do in our live shows.

▲They were so serious...look at their mouths (laughs).

Beautiful "Cameraman" Series!!

Mr. Various places

▼All together with monitor checks

▲Going hunting together with the same head. Absorbed in "Monster Hunter"!!!

▲Mr. Matsu taking a nap - look at his hands!

If we can get a cool performance scene in the month. In other words, if the material is good, you can do anything! I believe that (laughs)"

That's true (laughs). By the way, what kind of image do you personally have of "NAKED LOVE"?

"It's a bit nostalgic, and I thought it was a dry song like American rock. I think it's a type of song that we didn't have before. I want to go on a trip in my 50s. I want to go abroad and visit World Heritage sites!"

Even after the shoot was over, Hitsugi was out of breath for a while. Even so, he answered the interviewer, "I'm fine!" and I felt like I saw the true spirit of a pro.

You're pretty out of breath, but was it that physically tough?

"No, but... every time we do a PV, we try to use as much energy as we would for a live performance. We just focus on one song and don't need to pace ourselves anymore!"

Amazing!

On this day, Sakuto, who used to take pictures of the members and staff with his camera whenever he had free time, has completely changed his image with a revealing outfit and blonde hair. So what was the motivation that got her to this point? *

"Actually, when I was about 25, I thought I might stop exposing myself, but I feel like these costumes make me feel better. I also get a lot of letters saying, 'Why don't you show your belly anymore?' So I thought, well, I'll show it off!"

And your hair color?

"That's one reason, and I've been wearing brown and other dull colors lately, so I thought I'd try something different. It's been a while since I dyed my hair blonde, and it's the golden color I've had so far."

It makes sense when you hear that, too, as she got colored contacts. There were a lot of close-ups of her eyes, so it was a bit shocking. Great!

"But the wait was long. Also, there are a lot of breaks when I'm not playing guitar, so I had a hard time showing that. Also, this song has a personal image of being inorganic. It's emotionally inorganic, not round, triangular, or square, it's a shapeless feeling."

That makes it even more difficult to solidify the image.

"Especially for the PV. What's more, they delayed it by three hours even though there were no major problems... I was honestly scared. I was actually thinking of going out to eat after the shoot, but I'm going straight home today! I have tomorrow too."

Tomorrow, you'll be doing the coupling song "MAD BLACK MACHINE" in the same studio.

"Yes. This time it's composited, so I'm looking forward to the finished video, so I hope everyone of you'll look forward to it. (Returning to the dressing room) It's hot!"

No no (laughs), and are you into taking pictures lately?

"Yes. I want a single-lens reflex camera. But, a photo is something that captures a moment forever! It takes time to make music, and your feelings change during that time, but a camera only captures a moment. In contrast to the previous album "Lost In Blue," this one has a strong impression of opening up to the sky, and it dives into the inner universe."

It's romantic, isn't it?

"This work has such a rich depth. However, this may be the art that can most purely contain your feelings, and it can be changed to the fact that both are the same nightmare. First on TV, and then on December's lives!"

[The End]

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