#the curse of being attactive

[thekingofmuses]

Ah, he is like what Seirah told her to stay away from--sparkly and dangerously smooth talker. Kula spotted Benimaru, and instead of turning on her heels to walk away she went towards him. "Hey, why people call you a womanizer? What does it mean? Seirah says you are dangerous to women. Are you? You know, Kula will beat you up if you hurt a woman. Shades (clark) said men should be gentlemen with women. Are you?"

Beni sighed.

Of course she would say that. That woman really needs to get laid. Maybe then she wouldn't be such a stick in the mud.

"Begging the young lady's pardon, but that is not what it means. I would never hurt a woman. I have nothing but respect for women. Yes, I do flirt and some women may find that offensive. But how is it my fault? Is it wrong to appreciate beauty when I see it? The thing is, because of the way I look and what I do, a lot of women are convinced my sentiments are fake. I'm cursed, really.."

[grazieschillivera]

Longing curses 5/5

-His victory-

Chapter summary: Tom implements his plan to force a dark secret on you and to present himself as your only true friend to finally convince you to trust him to the fullest

Word count: ca. 2200

Warning/tags: mentions of sex, manipulation, violence, unhealthy relationsship

With heavy steps this muggle born griffindor walked out of the room Tom had used at their hiding spot. Patiently he had waited for him to drag him inside. First he revenged you by toturing him for a while, no one was allowed to touch his love, let alone hurt her. When his mind was numb enough Tom used it for his next step. He wanted to challange you, finally having your believes twisted enough to be on his side, fully and without doubts.

✧ ⊹ I ✧ ⊹

,,Collin? Its curfew'' you said when you recognized your friend in the corridor. It seemed like he was sleepwalking, his eyes were glassy and locked on you. He could hardly express any emotion but his words proofed that he was more than awake. He sounded furious. Out of the blue he warned you to shut your mouth and told you that he was on his way to the Slytherin common room to teach Tom some manners and everyone else who had tried to hurt him.

You understood his anger but still couldn't take him serious. Despite the fact that he was clearly outnumbered and that a fight wouldn't solve their ignorrant minds, he wouldn't stand a chance against Tom. In the most reasonable way you tried to explain this to Collin, suggesting to just go back to bed. But your friendly manner wasn't working, in fact it made Collin even more angry. Again he shoved you harshly to the side and walked further, forcing you to become strict.

,,Collin I mean it. You're not hurting anyone, not even Tom or Abraxas. If you don't go back I will bring you to Professor Dumbledore'' you said ready to defend yourself if necessary.

But everything happened so fast. Just as unexpected as Collin had appeared in the corridor he started to fight against you. You stayed more defensive, trying to prevent him from going to Tom. His anger seemed to fuel him on, you weren't used to Collin being this good at fighting. You tried to talk sense back into him but it was useless.But you didn't want to hurt him.

Eventually you found yourself pinned down on the floor unarmed and hurt by your recent impact as Collin managed to create such a strong attact that you couldn't conter. A scream from someone who feared for their life came out of you when his hands pulled you by the hair and smashed your head to the ground. It all unfolded like a nightmare when your hands weakly reached up to his face and you gathered up all your focus to use a fire spell and directly unset it in Collins face. Tom had demonstrated this wandless trick he was capable of some time ago. For a brief moment you felt gratitude that he had insited on teaching you it despite your disappointment about him.

An even louder sound covered your feared whimpers one second later. Collins body jumped next to you on the ground as he tried to stop the fire that light up his skin. It took you a moment to react and you stoped the fire for him when you had reached for your wand.

The screams changed from hurt to fear, Collin still laid on the ground, only one half of his face was visible. Everything you saw was burnt, even though you couldn't find the courage to look closely.

,,Collin? I can help you, please let me try'' you said and carefully approached his crying figure but he stood up. His motions turned steadier again and just like that he fleed away like nothing had happened. You called after him, unsure what was about to happen next. Usually you would run after someone who needed help, but now you also were in need of something - or someone. With weak knees your turned around and started to walk in the opposite direction, searching for a spot to gather yourself up again but once you had reached the end of the hall you crushed into someone.

,,Tom? You should go search for Collin I think he needs help'' you said through your throat, that felt like it was blocked from all the whimpers that wanted to escape from it. Despite your suggestion your hands searched for a hold on Toms robes when you had the impression he would let you. In his eyes didn't lay any of those scaring glances he had given you days ago.

,,Calm down Y/N. Take a breath and tell me what happened'' Tom said in his usuall neutral voice, that covered very well his true feelings.

Of course he knew everything already, he was the one who had put Collin onto you, he was the one who had fought you in reality and talked to you. While you tried to explain this strange situation as good as you could Tom waited for the more important moment. It took you some courage to start but the shame inside you pushed the air back inside your throat until it hurt. You couldn' tell it, it couldn't be true. So the story was just that Collin had attacked you and was gone now. Tom felt sorry for you and showed it.

,,I think you need some help as well now'' Tom said after some words of comfort. Relief curshed over, Tom was so nice to you, he really had put his hard feelings towards you aside and you thanked him for that. He took hold of one of the hands that still searched hold at his robes and guided you to the girls lavatory.

✧ ⊹ II ✧ ⊹

Tom guided you to the sinks and turned the water on. It felt so cold it almost burned on your skin when Tom took a towle a started to rub away the blood from your cheek. For him you looked so good right now with the dirt and blood on your clothes and face. Just like a true fighter. But this was about you and you needed to get right of all those evidences that you just had a fight.

But you stoped him.

,,Tom no! You don't understand I can't just stay here I need to go.. I did something terrible... it wasn't just an attack from Collin, I also...'' you took a deep breath, you needed one until you finally told him what you had to do to get Collin off of you1. Once the truth was out you started you cry, out of fear and relief you figured. Never did the truth scared you in such a way.

Out of embarassment you hid behind your hands and turned away from your former boyfriend to go and confess that you weren't so innocent as you used to be. But something dark inside you just had switched inside you and it still lingered there. It even felt fair for a brief moment to had hurt Collin for having such cruel intentions. You had no idea what happened inside your mind right now, everything was a havoc. You couldn't leave this room like that. So you decided to lean against the sinks, waiting until your mind spoke sense again.

Tom and gently turned you around to face him again. He looked so peaceful, his hair was perfectly waved and his clothes were tidy. You in reverse looked like a mess and you would feel too ashamed to look at him it if Tom wouldn't smile so softly at you. It was a new kind of smile, he had never given you before. It was so warm and yet so self satisfied. You had no idea what his thought.

,,I don't think you did something wrong. Quite the opposite I think you were brave. I even think you know this as well. Didn't it feel right to stop Collin? Sometimes words aren't enough to enforce ones plans. And you finally did it how you needed it to do, not how you were thought '' said Tom.

Like he had read your thoughts Tom eyed you up before tucking gently on your coat. ,,I think you still look pretty like this. Actually you have something better on you now, you start to be the person you truly are, not the one someone else had thought you to'' Tom said and gave you a comforting glanze.

You had no idea what to say, it seemed you didn't need to talk at all anyway. Tom just knew you. So you just smiled in response unable to believe that he stood by your side after all you had been through. After all the things you had done to him... and Collin.

,,Despite your new self, let me handle this for you'' Tom said and started again to get the blood out of your face, promising you to not tell someone what you just hd shared with him. This time you let him help you.

,,There she is. No traces left, its for the better Y/N. Trust me, you didn't do the wrong thing after all'' Tom said when you looked proofingly in the mirror. Your glances locked in the relfection when Tom spoke his words of encouragement.

,,I know... I trust you Tom'' you said honestly after a long moment of testing the waters. The turmoil inside your head started to fade away, and everything found peace thanks to Toms words. That all was you, all those stupid problems and struggles back then until now, but he had decided to still hold onto you. He had trust in you. He truly was someone you could trust as well... even love.

Shyly your head truned around to kiss Tom again after all this time and it felt good. Just good, not another feeling rised up inside you, everything was numb except your love for him.

What started as a shy request of his love turned into a heated kiss, once you found his approval. With urgent movements Toms lips curshed on yours again and again. He was still yours ad you couldnt believe your luck. Full of euphory you kissed him just as passionatley while pressing your back against his body so search more closeness.

All of a sudden Tom broke the kiss to stop your from turning to him. Instead he kept you like this before caressing his fingers over your thighs. One moment later they had found their way between them and started to play with your clit. It didn't took him long to have you moan his name.

,,Stay still for me. Look at us instead, look at you. You're so pretty like this. So special. So good'' Tom said while his fingers curled up inside you, while looking at you through the mirror.

Your cheeks turned even hotter when you obeyed his instructions and saw in your reflection how zooned out you looked. The spaced out glanzes, the grin on your lips due to the pleasure Tom gave yu right now and the blood that had remained on your fingertips that hide themselves between Toms hair when be sucked on the soft skin of your neck. Maybe you were a mess, but Tom showed you that you could still have fun, maybe even be happier like that.

With a broken moan you felt how you came closer to your relief. That was usually the time to cling closer to Tom but now everything he offered you was your reflections so you searched for his instead before he let you come.

✧ ⊹ III ✧ ⊹

The two of you shared a moment of peacefull silence. Tom kissed his trophy tenderly. Then he unlocked the secret door that led to chambers of secrets. A place he had intended to show only to the one person he could trust the most, his partner.

The way Tom pulled you through was cold and dark. After a rather long walk you entered a hall, with high walls and strange statues. This was the night Tom showed you everything he had still kept from you despite your efforts and you liked every bit of it. Never in your life you felt this close to a person.

A lound moan past your lips when Tom guided your hips down on his own, strechting you out until it hurt. But you didn't care, you would take everything he gave you. You were eager to please him after all he did for you. So you gently rocked your hips figuring out how Tom liked it the most. And while you and him got lost in your love you watched eacht other to get lost together.

Tom locked eyes with you long enough the save this picture of you now fully under his influence- to revisit this moment of his victory again and again.

[kiribread]

Monster Hunter au

finally got some more hunter au designs hehehe 💃

Starting with the designs:

I don't have too much on the designs so im just lumping them together

All of the hunters will have a mostly black uniform with an optional few pops of color

I wanted their uniforms to be baggy but not too baggy

The purple stripes throughout mt. Lady's body is magic deposited near the surface of the skin and hair

All hunters have logos aswell. Logos are mostly used as stamps to sign paperwork but can also be used to identify a dead hunter if they're too mangled up to be identified.

Mt. Lady's logo i haven't quite figured out a special meaning for but Edgeshot's is his crow; he loves his crow <3

Also yes Edgeshot's sword is inspired by mitsuri's sword from demon slayer! I thought it woud be a nice play on his quirk in the cannon universe hehe

Edgeshot also has a scar bc yes

Mt. Lady:

Mt. Lady comes from a pretty well-off family, not poor not rich but upper middle class

He dad was often at work so it was mostly just her and her mom

One time when she was playing outside when she wasn't suposed to be someone came by and cursed her!

Although the curse gave her magic that magic fed on certain emotions and feelings. Those being attention, love, and stuff similar to that.

So this basically made her into a never filling pit of those things, no matter how much love, attention, affection, ect she got it'd never be enough to satisfy; it's all just eaten by the curse.

The more of those emotions/feeling the curse eats the more magic is stored. The magic is stored in those purple streaks and become more vibrant as more is stored.

She knows basic spells but also has a few signature spells aswell with those most having to do with making things bigger. She can make biotic and abiotic things bigger.

The reason she became a hunter is to find the perpetrator of the cure and hopefully have them remove it

The only problem is that she was no idea who did it but she feels like she would know if she saw them or heard their voice

She has a familiar fancy rat named Bubbles! It is too magic and it basically forms magic bubbles!

[I'll put he connection with kamui in a different post]

Edgeshot:

Edgeshot is ranked 3rd in the Hunter Safety Comission (HSC)

He often watches the pest being from afar then ambushes them when he gets the chance! (Like a ninja!)

Due to his technique he often works alone

He's also good with healing

Aside from hunting pest he also runs arons for supplies

He usually gathers herbs from shinji and they're good friends

Just ignore that shinji may've almost killed him one bc he thought Edgeshot was coming to kill him 💀

But they're all good now!

Edgeshot is treated as family due to being so close and his adoptive parent recently

(The parent died of a heart attact when Edgeshot was about 26)

Edgeshot also occasionally helps out with the herbs and stuff but he doesnt have the green thumb that they all do.

Besides shinji he also has befriended tsunagu which admitted had a very rocky start 💀

[See here]

Now occasionally tsunagu joins Edgeshot rather he's summoned or not

When Edgeshot was some free time he goes to visit him in the abandoned castle since that was apart of the deal

they do quite a bit of arts and crafts kinda of dates!

They do sewing, crocheting, origami, ect with their favorite one being the crochet

Phillip Edgeshot's crow doesn't have any magic

Edgeshot found him in an abandoned nest and took him in

Now phillip rarely leaves his side <3333

Well this is all i feel like typing rn so if u got any questions just send an ask! Please...

[animeyanderelover]

Requested from @girliesanjose123

Request: Can I have prompt 68 with Indra Otsutsuki in a soulmate AU?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, harsh behavior, controlling behavior, kidnapping, violence, abuse

Prompt 68: “You’re all I think about. I always think about holding you, kissing you, touching you, making love to you, breeding you...”

"Don't even think about it." You flinched when you heard his cold and voice ringing through the cold air of the night, a wonderful addition to his icy tone. Just as quickly as your eyes had wandered to the forest and the idea of trying to make a run for it as soon as he was asleep, the idea left you again. Instead you just turned around, staring with a scared look in your eyes at the dancing bonfire. "I'm sorry. I won't think about it again.", you muttered quickly out, a habit you had formed due to past experiences with him.

You heard something akin to a dismissing hum from him before ot became silent between you two, the only thing that made this all not too suffocating or awkward were the random noises of the night, the crackling sounds of the fire and the swooshing created by the wind. It wasn't the first time that you two just sat there like this, not speaking to each other. You because you were too intimidated and had no idea on about what you could possibly talk about with him and him because he wasn't the very talkative type. And forcing him into a conversation wasn't very wise either, he got quickly annoyed with you.

Up until this day you had troubles believing that he was really the one you had been born to be with, your soulmate. And yet his name had been engraved on your wrist since your thirteenth year of life, written down in black letters without a chance to ever erase it again. Just like your name was written down on his wrist, he had never told you since when. The most detailed answer you had gotten from him had been that he had the mark on him since quite the long time.

Soulmates were totally romanticized in your opinion even though you understood to a very small degree why people wished to have a soulmate as well. The idea of having someone who was born to be with you and would experience something that could only be described with love at first sight was tempting to imagine. But sadly the dark side of having a soulmate was overshadowed, pushed away since people only wanted to see and hear what added up to the dream relationship in their mind.

There was no other choice than this one person who was your other half, not even if you fell for someone who seemed to fit you much more perfect. This was one of the most common misunderstandings people had about soulmates. They thought they were perfect for each other and loved each other conditionally. It was a lie. You had informed yourself, read a lot of reports and letters about it, even from people who had themselves a soulmate. And in more than a few people had described that their soulmate had been nothing near perfect, they had been lazy, selfish, mean and so much more. Some had even described how their soulmate had cheated even after they had met each other which had ended in a terrible heartbreak for both parts.

Having a soulmate didn't have to mean that they loved you as well, but once this happened, it ended in a terrible pain and depression for both parties and some had even said to die because of a broken heart. What a ridiculous thing to exist. Why would have a innocent who had done nothing wrong suffer because their soulmate had to be a dick without knowing each other even that well except the sudden attraction to each other and the knowledge that they were your soulmate?

So you had never been exactly happy when receiving that mark of yours, but everyone else around you had seemed to make a huge fuss about it. Friends and classmates had envied you for it and your neighbors had started almost gushing about the name written down on your wrist, starting to talk to you about how happy you must be to have one and how cute you would look together with them. You hadn't, but with that opinion you had been sadly alone. Even your parents had sugarcoated it, maybe because they were scared what might happen to you and this Indra if you would reject them.

But you had been completely right and you could bet that everyone in the village had sobered by now up from their delusions. If he would have kidnapped you silently, they would have assumed that you might have gone with him. But you hadn't. Instead you had tried to run away from him after only a few hours of knowing him. And you still remembered how the protests and comments to try to calm you down had died down the moment Indra had started demolishing everything in his way to catch you.

You didn't know until this day what had become of all the people in the village and if some of them were even alive. You hadn't seen much, but the short glances on the place that had used to be your home once had been enough to horrify you before you had passed out after looking in red eyes with three dots spinning inside of them.

You had by now given up asking to see your family again, every begging and pleading had been harshly and coldly shut down by him that by now you had pretty much lost all hopes. You had also given up on cursing whoever had decided to set you two up, there was nothing you could do and you had sadly no one to blame for this either, leading you to wallowing in self-pity.

The most frustrating was that you knew so little about him. He had never told you much and you had long ago lost the guts to ask him. You knew he was from far away, had left due to family issues and was planning to prove something. That was about all you knew about him next to his name and that he was insanely powerful. He could be a mass murder and you wouldn't kno. He on the other hand had wanted to know about everything about you and had forced it out of you. Well, maybe he would become more open over time. He wasn't someone who seemed to warm up quickly to a stranger.

That was probably why he was so distant and cold to you most of the time next to being very strict and controlling. He striked you as someone who viewed love and attraction as a weakness, but still seemed to be sane enough to know what would happen if he would have left you behind back then when he had met you for the first time. You had read that soulmates had gone crazy for their other half after meeting them and having to endure a longer time not touching them.

He was smart enough to fulfill those needs of his which sadly also fulfilled your needs. He hadn't engaged in anything too sexual so far, but even those forced touches of his had been enough to make you feel repulsed and yet also had pulled you closer to him. You blamed the soulmate bond for it. You knew too well that you would most likely not be able to stay like this forever, being already sometimes torn apart between your huge dislike for him and the always remaining attaction for him, the butterflies you felt whenever he seemed to become more nice and softer with you.

It was frustrating enough to make you feel like crying sometimes, you hadn't want any of this, but life had to be a bitch and decide to make him from all people in this world your soulmate. You just wished you had never been born with a soulmate or at the very least never met him. You hated how you always felt a painful stinging in your chest when he ignored you or hissed angrily at you.

You knew he had to feel the same, he had to suffer when avoiding you as well. But he was far more better in handling and hiding it than you were which was another rather hurting and harsh slap in your face. Didn't he care at all? You really just thought he was, the only reason he kept you around was because he didn't want to endure the full package of pain that came with just leaving your soulmate alone. He was just too hard to read.

And yet there were those moments where you almost got the feeling he was seeking for your touches and some sort of affirmation of you, only to push you moments later away from him and look like he had no idea what he had just done either. Such moments confused you greatly and seemed to irritate him just as much. So at the very least he seemed to slowly get pulled to you as well. Was this actually a thing to be glad or terrified over?

"Are you sulking again over the fact that we're soulmates?" His voice brought you out of your thoughtful gaze, noticing with a slight shiver that he was staring at you. You guessed you had stared too long at the mark on your wrist. You didn't know how to answer this, feeling scared that the wrong answer might lead to him getting angry again. You had learned to be careful around him, you felt most of the times like you were walking on eggshells whenever with him.

You opened your mouth shortly, only to close it again after not finding the strength to do as much as uttering a single word out. You had nothing to say if you were honest with yourself. "You're not going to answer me?"

Indra had shifted slightly closer to you, eyes drilling themselves into you with a piercing intensity. He hadn't activated them yet so that meant you were still in a green zone with him, he always activated them when he was pissed off because of something. A short glance at him made you almost believe that he seemed to display genuine curiosity right now.

You hesitated for a bit, not knowing whether to be honest with him or not. Lying was always an option, but a rather stupid one, he noticed always when you lied to him and he disliked it when you lied. "Yes, I am.", you answered for a few seconds of thick silence passing by, observing cautiously his reaction.

You had expected him to either not care or just becoming mad with you, but instead you always imagined for a second something akin to exhaustion flashing over his face. But it was so quickly gone that you weren't even sure if it had been there in the first place. But it had awakened some sort of interest in him, judging from the way his attention was now hooked on you. It made you tense up, playing with your fingers awkwardly.

"You know, I never asked you this before...But what do you think of me? Be honest." This question always made you choke on your own spit, gaping dumbfounded and majorly confused at him. His face gave no emotion away he could possibly feel right now. But from the way he was looking at you, you knew that he expeted an answer, a honest one, from you.

"You're not...what I expected." It was the only true yet subtle enough statement you could think off without saying anything that could offend him too openly.

It didn't seem to satisfy him though, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly at this very vague answer of yours. "Be more specific. I want to know."

If you would tell him, he would be angry with you, you were almost certain about it. Shouldn't it have been obvious from the way you were acting around him that you didn't like him? He couldn't be that oblivious. So if he already knew, why asking? Did he perhaps want to hear it from you personally?

"You're kind of...distant..." It sounded more like a question and you said it extremely slowly, unsureness dripping from every word. You kept by now an eye on Indra so you could react when he seemed to get offended by what you said. But at the moment he appeared to be calm, just listening and watching. "Continue."

"Well, if I'm being honest I feel a bit neglected from you. You're hard to read and I can't seem to understand what you sometimes even want from me. There are those moments where you treat me like I'm just air or some sort of dog you have to punish for bad behavior. And in other moments you are suddenly being all nice and friendly with me and almost act like you care before you snap out of it again and lash out on me. You're a bit confusing to be with and I just feel like you can't stand me at all since I make you acting like this. So emotionally."

There were quite a lot of unspoken things you could have added, but that would have taken a while and were far more offendingly than what you had put in words as politely as possible and told him just now.

He didn’t say anything which you just counted as a good thing, it meant he wasn’t mad at you...At least yet. Who knew with him and his temper. “So I take it that you don’t like me, do you?”

You quirked yourself eyebrow a few millimeters upon hearing the undertone in his voice, scanning his face. He was not angry, you could tell. It was something else right now for which you needed a few moments to look at before you suddenly understood. Was he...Was he poking fun at you?!

This made you stop thinking for a moment, you had in those past few weeks never seen him displaying many emotions except anger, impatience and from time to time those nearly desperate acts of affection. But never, never had you seen him being amused, you had thought that he had been annoyed by all of this. But now he looked like he was almost about to grin which irritated you. Why was he being entertained all of a sudden? You felt a flicker of annoyance and slight anger shooting through you, making you frown a bit.

“No, of course I like you. Why wouldn’t I like my soulmate who kidnapped me, ruined my village and life and treats me like I’m a piece of shit? I’m happy to be ignored and neglected from my soulmate who seems to not like me at all.” You could not help the sarcasm dripping from your voice whilst watching him through narrowed eyes. The last sentence from you was half the truth and half a lie. You were content with him not acknowledging your presence, it saved you from his outbursts or forced affections. On the other hand it also led you to feeling a often a tingling pain of abandonment in your chest which you didn’t like at all. You could only curse at the connection you shared with Indra. You loathed it.

You heard him scoffing, his expression telling you that he was surprised, luckily not too negatively, by your sudden attitude. “You feel neglected?”, he asked you, giving you a somewhat mischievous look which made you even more irritated. “So you want me to give you more affection? Is that it?”

You didn’t like how close he had shifted to you, it made you uncomfortable and you refused to acknowledge the happy and warm tingling this sudden closeness seemed to cause in your body. “Tell me,”, he asked in a deeper voice,”do you think I hate you and you me?”

Against your will you felt your face heating up and your heartbeat increasing, staring almost hypnotized in those deep and black orbs of his in which you, for the first time since he had abducted you, saw the sparkles of emotions. Had they always been there? Granted, it was your first time looking him so directly in his eyes.

“I-I-umm...” That was about how you sounded right now, slapping yourself mentally out of embarrassment. Why were you all of a sudden so bashful? No, you refused to let him win this. You took a deep and shaky breath to come back to your senses. “Give me a reason to not think you would hate me despite those short moments where you fulfill the basic needs every soulmate feels when with his other half. And why wouldn’t I hate you?! You dragged me in this whole mess and because of you I-“

You were forcefully silenced in a way that made your heart nearly jump out of your chest. He kissed you, surprisingly warm lips moving in a firm way against yours. And you really should have done something against it. But the moment you felt his lips against yours for the first time since you had seen him, it was like a bomb exploded in your head and all of a sudden everything inside of you seemed to slow wonderfully down, no numb stinging, no unnecessary thoughts, only you and him.

Just for a short moment you seemed to forget what he had done, letting the overwhelming feelings of the special bond between you two get the better of you. And all of a sudden you found your arms around his neck, your body screaming to be closer to him. This didn’t go unnoticed by him and you felt something that would have been a smirk if your lips wouldn’t have affectionate-starved moved against his own. At the very least he seemed to share the same hunger for touches from you like the other way around because you felt his arms suddenly sliding around you and lifting you with surprisingly much carefulness yet also eagerness closer to him, chest pressed against chest so that you two could feel each other’s heartbeat beating in sync. It was such a blissful experience for you, suddenly having so much intimacy with the man who had refused to give you what you had always wanted despite refusing to admit so.

You almost whined when he suddenly pulled away, probably because he had realized that you were running short on air which you hadn’t even realized until you panted quickly for air, body still refusing to leave his sudden embrace.

“Are you sure that you hate me? Your actions just right now seemed to tell the opposite.” He himself seemed to be out of air, you hearing his slight panting, warm air hitting your neck and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You felt shame washing over you the moment you heard his questions, refusing to look him into his eyes. Your lips had pressed into an angry line, the feeling of his mouth on yours still lingering and you cussed yourself when catching yourself wishing to just slam your lips against his once again.

“What was that for right now? Did you want to torture me by showing me how pathetic this rebellious act of mine really is?” Your voice was a hushed hissing, but the bitterness laced in it was clearly audible.

“That was one of the reasons, though not the main one.” You gnashed your teeth when hearing the smugness in his voice, obviously content with what he had just seen and felt. But you also found yourself being once again confused. Not the main one? What was that supposed to mean?

You didn’t even have to ask this, he answered it without you even having to question him. “I don’t hate you. Much more on the contrary. You’re all I think about. I always think about holding you, kissing you, touching you, making love to you, breeding you...”

You felt a disturbing feeling starting to make it’s way up your throat, forming a lump on which you almost choked. By now his eyes seemed to blaze with a sudden storm of emotion which could be put together in a few simple yet terrifying words. Twisted and sick obsession.

“You will love me. You have no choice, but to do so. You can try to neglect your feelings for as long as you want, I can guarantee you that I’ll make sure that you’ll melt in my touches. We’re soulmates (y/n). You’ll come around sooner or later.”

[nonbinaryeye]

Yes, @trustworthy-liar​ and I have plenty of headcannons regarding all the lives of Jonah Magnus.

Continuation of THIS POST.

Jonah Magnus

Charming young man who has one day appeared in the society and acted like he always belonged there. He doesn’t like talking about his past.

When he was young he read all books in a family library. After arriving to London he was very surprised by how much he still doesn’t know.

Met Barnabass Bennet for the first time when the young man was travelling through Scotland.

Barnabass later intorduced him to all his acquaintances in the high society such as Robert Smirke and all the others.

Very easily forgets himself in his studies and research especially when there's no one around to drag him away and force him to eat and sleep.

Still genuenly cared about his peers but unfortunately he cared about a knowledge a bit more.

Infamous member of many gentlemen clubs.

Dissapeared at age 83. His body was never found. There are rumors his ghost still wanders through the halls of the Magnus insitute.

(years mark the time Jonah’s conciousnes was inhabiting the body - who would guess that it correspond with time as the Head of the institute as well)

William Bennett

Young, pretty, had decent amount of money and fascinated by all the wierd and obscure things. He was naturally very intriqued when Jonah Magnus offered him a private tour through the artifacts...

Jonah took over William Bennett at age 21. Feeling sour after unsuccesful ritual he decided to enjoy the decadence.

Met with Mordechai once. Lets say Mordechai was not amused by Jonah figuring some way to live longer. And also by the name of the person he chose.

Accidentally got adicted to opium. Jonah didn’t realized till he skipped bodies becuase he was sure he could stop anytime he wanted.

The only time Jonah travelled out of England - to the world expo in Paris in 1989 (“oh it will be probably lame not as cool as ours”). He realized he did not get over his seasickness and fear of ocean by skipping a body way too late.

He met his death at age 47 becuase he got plenty of enemies and also there started to be several rumors about him. Also the opium addiction. Overall Jonah did not treat this body very well - yes, bodies are disposable but he is still living in them...

Jonah made the death look like a murder and framed one of his enemies for it.

Edward Lyon

Edward was boring looking librarian of the Magnus Institute who cared more about books than he cared about people

Body snatched at age of 34

Everyone wrote off Edward’s sudden change of personality as power getting into his head

Jonah establisehed closer relantionship with the Lukas family again - through the dullest person ever, Thomas Lukas

Went back to meticulously researching the rituals and haven’t stopped since 

Died at the age of 64, written off as a heart attact (but for real Jonah just wanted to enjoy 1920′s as a young man)

Augustus Moore

Served in the WWI and after it ended he´was seeking a new life in London and decided to give a statement to the Magnus Institute where he caught the eye of the Head of the institute who offered him a job in the artifact storage

Jonah was jeallous of Augustus being young and having fun so he took over his body at 28 even though he previously planned to wait a bit longer

Around year 1929 he shortly reconnected with Thomas Lukas (who never figured out that he is the same person as Edward or Jonah Magnus - no matter how many not even subtle hints he was giving him)

Spent most of the WW2 hidden in the tunnels scared for his life institute (”Did I miss a Slaughter ritual?”)

During the great fog in 1952 got scared that there was succesfull Lonely ritual

Because there was way too many fog problems in London he decided to skip bodies in 1965 just to be prepared if there was really some ritual

Died at age 65 in a fire, absolutely unrelated to the conflict Jonah was having with the cult of the lightless flame at the moment

Richard Mendelson

Worked in the Library, double faced, acted nice to everyone but behind their back tried to discredit them to make himself look better

At last he got his promotion (to Head of the institute) at age 33

To Jonah’s dismay Mendelson turned out to be lactose intolerant (no cakes for Jonah :(  )

This time he did not come to Lukas but Lukas came to him and boy was he disapointed, Nancy Lukas turned out to be real pain in the ass

Made a wagger with Nancy wether woman can be the Archivist and survive at least 10 years on such position (almost no archivist actually did) - unfortunatley the chosen Archivist was no one else but Gertrude Robinson herself

Unfortunately met his end at age of 47 in a car crash (because Jonah really wanted an icecream and cheese without consequences)

This only fed the rummors about the position of the head of the institute being cursed by Jonah Magnus himself (technically they were not wrong...)

James Wright

Filling clerk at the research department, unhappy, divorced and lonely man with past alcohol adiction problems

Body snatched at age 45, Jonah wanted much younger body of a man who he thouht was named Robert, turns out his name really was just “Bob” and he coudn’t have that

Turned out James had kids, one of them tried to reconect with their absent fater. Jonah was not very happy about it.

In 1989 met with Peter Lukas

Since he couldn’t have alcohol, he wanted to try opium again (moderately this time) and was shocked that it was illegal, so he turned to smoking and cake

Staged his death at age 68 as a suicide

Elias Bouchard

Worked at the artifact storrage

Jonah took his body sooner than previously planned because Elias wanted to get some horrendous tattoo

Jonah threw away all his clothes...but he kept the funny weed socks

Til his end in the Spiral Michael Shelley never figured out why his friend started to act so weirdly (Jonah had it as his side hobby to induce the paranoia in him by acting like the good old Elias to him from time to time)

Peter was very much not amused by this little stunt of Jonah Magnus

Stabbed by his Archivist to death while he was crying like a little bitch he is

𝙁𝙚�� 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙪𝙨

Mordechai Lukas

Already quite rich and well etabilished in the society

Owns a shipping company, which is later the only reason why he still interacts with people

Met with Jonah on gentleman business meeting, they were introduced to each other by Barnabas on Jonah’s demand

To Jonah’s disgust he got married when he was in his early forties

Around 1830s decided to disappear from the society completely only getting ocasionally annoyed by Jonah

After meeting William Bennett he decided that one lifetime with Jonah was enough and dissapeared into the Lonely forever (as you do)

Thomas Lukas

Mordechai’s possible grandson/grandnephew

Rising child lonely at it’s peak

Already married and with few kids when he met Edward. He heard that cheating partner makes one feel very lonely...

Unlike the other lonely avatars Jonah ever encountered this one was trully indifferent towards anything, driving Jonah mad by rarely showing any reaction

Had a brief relationship with both Edward and Augustus however never caught Jonah’s hints who he really is and just assumed that these eyevatars are all kinda the same

Nancy Lukas

The great pain in Mendelson’s ass

Neither impressed nor charmed by him

Regularly calls him out on his bullshit (sexism)

Lonely feminist - believes that independce for women will make everyone more lonely so she supports it

Calls Mendelson “Dick” because that’s indeed short version of Richard

Slightly intriqued by Gertrude Robinson (what a beautiful loneliness right there)

Peter Lukas

First Lukas after Mordechai who really intrigued Jonah

Originally started an affair with Wright because he thought it nice and lonely to be with someone old, who will soon die (boy was he surprised)

Except the train documentaries his guilty pleasure are also romantic movies with tragic ending (Titanic my beloved)

Actually figured it out on his own who Jonah Magnus is(because of course he wanted to play this game again with this fresh new Lukas)

Anyway both @trustworthy-liar​ and I still have plenty of headcannons about Jonah and all of his bodies (especially the oc ones) so you can probably expect more detailed posts with thorough biography of every single one of them in the future.

Just to be clear most of the dates as well as all the funfacts are really just our made up headcannons. We didn’t bother writing here some of the cannon events but they are marked on the  well-arranged timeline.

[nurun66]

‼️ Sevgili takipcilerim bir yanlis anlamayi duzeltmeye calisiyorum. Bu yazi Tumblr tarafindan gorulmesi lazim. Onlara konu ile ilgili emaillerimi gonderdim hala konuyu halletmediler. Lutfen begeni yaparak beni destekleyin ki burada egitim icerikli yazilarimi surdurebileyim. Simdiden tesekkurler💯 🙏🏻

‼️ To: Tumblr staff,

I have been emailing you, to be heard by you but could not succeed since last week and now placing my request here too..

I have had very serious fight in a few years back that has the same aim with new Tumblr policy wanting to eliminate porn pages.. As you will see/ read here on my side blog x67stories, in my action wording, I had wished many blogs eliminated by, even before Tumblr seriously acted on it. Please read the part written in English, thats what happened while i was trying to bring voices together with my followers so that those blogs would be terminated. And you heard us and terminated many.. Meanwhile, someone misunderstood my action and treated me like I m the one who exposes kids here. NO!! I was so angry then and i am still very angry now because after that person, my blog was marked restricted and as a porn blog. I have been emaling you to correct this. I need my blog’s integrity back because my blog has educational purpose. People cannot reach this blog because of your not fixing this issue. PLEASE INVESTIGATE MY BLOG AND TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD DO to regain it as a normal / unrestricted blog.. I am becoming restless because this issue could not be solved for so long. I DO NOT WANT TO SWITCH ON A DIFFERENT VIRTUAL PLATFORM. I need this to be corrected and not make me wait any longer. Thank you ..Dr. Nur📌

Since even my action letter strangely was marked restricted when Tumblr decided to eliminate porn pages, i am not able to reblog it here, so i am dropping a screen shot and copy pasting my letter also. My blog is again, NOT A PORN BLOG, it uses some images to use visual effects only to educate my followers.

Below, I Copy/pasted from one of my my side blogs as evidence for you.

“THIS IS A GROUP ACTION TO TAKE THIS PAGE /S Down. JUST NOW SOMEONE TOTALLY MISUNDERSTOOD MY ACTION AND MY PROTESTİNG THOSE PEOPLE İN ORDER TO ADVİSE TUMBLR TAKE FASTER ACTİON. BECAUSE I HAD ADDED PICS TOO. In THE PAST I TRIED WITHOUT PICS AND WE HAD A FEW PAGES DOWN BUT NOT MANY. I WANT TO BE MORE EFFECTIVE AND WANT OUR VOICES HEARD AND HAVE TUMBLR DO SOMETHING PERMANENT ABOUT THESE PAGES THAT HAVE EXPOSE CHILDREN. I M BEING ATTACTED HERE BY SOMEONE WHO MISUNDERSTOOD AND DID NOT TAKE INTO ACCOUNT MY ❌❌❌ is THAT MEANS THIS IS WRONG AND REPORT THE LINK I NOTED.. NOW I EXPLAİNED THE PERSON WHO CURSED ME MANY TİMES, HOPEFULLY UNDERSTOOD HİS/ HER MİSTAKES. AND LAST I AM NOT A DUDE I AM DR.NUR, a female MD”

I hope its clear now. Even my action attempt note was marked on my “not marked side blog”.

Thank you..

[hellishvu]

Imagine BTS: if you two are on vlive together

— aha first imagine request of the year (i think), this was fun to write! we need some wholesome content to cleanse our souls from the smut FKAKD but enjoy it and be safe and wash your hands luvs <3

warnings: alcohol mentioned, drunk behavior, and swearing (taehyung’s imagine)

Kim Namjoon:

“Bye Jungkook!” You wave at Jungkook due to him coming by your live keeping you company since you started a live by yourself. He assumed you wanted some company. Humming a small song while you read the comments.

Suddenly you heard a loud knock following up with a familiar voice “Darling are you in there?!” Namjoon yells on the other side of your studio. Getting up from your chair you warned ARMY you were going to be back. “Y/N I saw your notification and I was going to walk in but I felt like since you just joined and moved here” Namjoon lifts his arms full of snacks from his childhood and his present favorites. “Taste test!” Namjoon grins.

“Thank you for welcoming me baby.” You kissed him on the forehead letting him in your studio. The comments went insane once they saw Namjoon join in. Seeing the viewership skyrocket and the hearts go wild. You didn’t feel less appreciated since you were just introduced.

“Hello everyone! Thanks for making my boyfriend feel at home.” Namjoon sets the snacks on the table seeing a picture frame with the group having a welcome party for you. He couldn’t stop the fond memory from reappearing.

“So the snacks! Let me see!” You peeked at the bag seeing the colorful bags. Namjoon pulls out the first bag seeing the bag pink and having a cute little doodle on it. Namjoon not letting you see the label of it, he pours some in on a plate and passes it to you.

Grabbing the chip, you placed it in your mouth seeing your tongue start to scream from the heat of the adorable chip, widening your eyes Namjoon starts to crack up. Quickly grabbing your water bottle you drank as much water as you needed to recover from the volcano in your mouth.

“Why does the packaging look literally so adorable but the chips want to kill me!?” You huffed out wincing still from the excessive amount of spice. “You ate these when you were young?!’ Namjoon was still laughed at you while you just wanted a nice snack.

“No! I can’t breathe.” Namjoon says trying to breath. “Here’s an actual snack.” Namjoon passes you a little candy finally putting it in your mouth you felt your mouth increase in saliva. Smiling with the tastiness of the sweet candy.

“You’re forgiven.” You kissed him, Namjoon able to taste the sweet candy in your lips grinning.

Kim Seokjin:

“Okay never have I ever, right that’s the name of the game?” Seokjin raises his cup of noodles. Slurping on the savory noodles.

“Yeah, it would be fun. Plus ARMY can get to know us more.” You gestured towards the camera while kicking your feet on the other empty seat.

“You start.” Seokjin wanted to get a taste of the game before he asked a question. You nod sipping some water.

“Okay... never have I ever, stole someone’s underwear.” You wiggled your eyebrows seeing Seokjin put his finger down.

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Seokjin raises his hands while you tilt your head.

“I had to! You know when we traveled and I didn’t pack enough but you always bring so many! So I borrowed-” Seokjin tried his best to explain his side of the story despite how it seems.

“You’re just like Yoongi!” You laughed loudly as Seokjin looked away from the camera. Embarrassing himself he kept eating his noodles.

“My turn!” Seokjin yells out, you still catching your breath.

“Never have I ever pulled an all nighter.” Seokjin sees your finger go down. You ate some of your meal before going into detail.

“The maknae line wanted me to stay up with them to play some game. Last time I looked at the clock it was 1am and then later light came in through the windows.” You get chills from that night, the lecture you got from Namjoon after being exhausted was terrifying.

“Let’s have it be ARMY’s turn. Ask us a question.” You spoke to the camera while you waited for responses.

“Never have I ever been in love.” Seokjin read out while you put your finger down turning to Seokjin. Seeing his finger was also down, you couldn’t handle the cuteness while you pouted.

“What?” Seokjin asks while you turned to the camera and back to him. “You love me?” You ask while Seokjin scoffs grinning.

“Of course I do. I love you.” Seokjin kisses your forehead while you cover the camera.

“This is becoming too cute holy shit.”

“Don’t curse!” Seokjin lectures you while you lower your head. “I forget!” You chuckle while Seokjin takes you in his arms. The camera uncovered seeing the very wholesome scene.

Min Yoongi:

“Special live today Army! Very special.” You rub your hands together planning your surprise event. Before going into the event, you asked how they were and saying hello.

“Now you must wonder; what is ‘Y/N’ going to do? Well I’m cooking for Yoongi. Very scary considering it’s the first meal I’ve cooked for him.” You show the printed recipe the picture showing the nicely presented noodles. The large grocery bag on the kitchen counter filled with the freshest ingredients you could find at the grocery store.

“He is a bit under the weather so I thought I would make him something warm!” After explaining what you are doing you called Yoongi down, he saw the camera set up and you gestured him to be off the camera view. He looks at you gratefully. You knew he didn’t want to be on camera right now.

“You’re cooking for me?” Yoongi asks his voice sounding groggy while you showed the recipe. “Do you want me to help you?” He asks while checking you had the right materials for the ramen. You grab the bag from him waving your finger. “No this is for you! I can do it!” Yoongi snickers from your overdetermined to make him happy.

“Please don’t burn the house down.” Yoongi teases watching you chop up the vegetables. “Is this for a special occasion?” Yoongi asks wondering if he deserved this, this small act of compassion from you. You lifted your head up realizing that Yoongi was serious, muting the mic on the camera you walked to him. Wrapping him around your arms pulling him into your chest. “I want to cook for you baby, you don’t have to do anything special in order for me to show just how much I love you and appreciate you for all you do for us.” Yoongi looks up from your chest his eyes shining.

“Thank you, now go back and go cook for ARMY.” Yoongi pecks you a kiss.

“Okay back to cooking! Sorry!” You giggle finding the vegetables you were cutting just a minute ago.

“You forgot to boil the water.” Yoongi points at the empty pot and the stove that was off. Looking up from the cutting board you quickly started that, seeing him chuckle at your simple mistake.

“Okay so how exactly do you make ramen?” You raise your eyebrow, not wanting to make something Yoongi wouldn’t like.

“I’ll tell you how to do it my favorite way.” Yoongi gestures you to get the seasoning in the upper cannot. “Sorry I didn’t make it myself.” You apologize while Yoongi brushes it off, still finding this small gesture huge in his heart.

“Being made by you, makes it 100 times more special even if it would’ve been packaged ramen.” Yoongi blows a small kiss at you while you smile at him.

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok wanted to make sure he was live once and a while seeing that it was quite empty lately due to how busy they are being idols. Hoseok told the other members including you that he was going to go live last minute.

“Hi ARMY, how’s it going today?” Hoseok waves at the camera seeing all the comments filled with love and hello’s back.

Hoseok talked about his daily life and how his projects are going. Also bringing up, you a couple times without giving personal information. “All the members are busy so they can’t stop to say hello.” Hoseok frowns continuing to talk.

Hoseok suddenly hears the door being knocked. He jumps in his chair from your loud whines. Hoseok raises his eyebrows hearing you.

“Let me in! Let me in!” You knock once again, seeing people walk by his studio.

“Y/N! Aren’t you working?” Hoseok calls out leaning back in his office chair giggling.

“It can wait!” You pressed your body against the door Hoseok able to see your smooched up face against the door.

“Tell the ARMY I love them!” You scream through the door while Hoseok turns his head to a bunch of comments telling him to open the door.

“I’m coming darling I’m coming.” Hoseok chuckles opening the door to you still pretending you were against the door.

“Thank you!” You kissed him while he scoffs giving you a hug. He grabbed another chair for you to sit in while you wave at the camera.

“How’s work going?” Hoseok asks while you turn to Hoseok getting comfortable.

“Namjoon says we are making progress but it’s gonna take some more time. Yoongi likes the song though so I’m glad I can make him happy.” You gave him a flash drive of the rough draft of the song.

“I’ll give it a listen later, it’s a secret from ARMY.” Hoseok winks at the camera, while placing the flash drive on his desk.

“Did you leave mid session to join me?” Hoseok blushes while you nod. Hoseok suddenly hugs you and kisses your cheek.

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” You pat his back giving a smile.

“I love you more then anything.” Hoseok whispers, these small actions make his heart burst with love. Actions speak volumes to Hoseok, and he couldn’t imagine not being with you.

Park Jimin:

“Baby.” You kiss his neck basically being that annoying couple showing physical attaction at any second. “I’m live, army don’t want to see this.” Jimin giggles leaning on your head while you were in the crook of his neck.

“Look they want to watch it, right? Right.” Looking up from his neck seeing the comments flooding with “cutie” and “i love you two”.

“Army be honest with us!” Jimin starts to uncontrollably giggling. You tickling him on the couch him barely able to hold the camera.

“Stop tickling me! Y/N!” Jimin pushes you off out of breath from laughing. You kissed his forehead before going back to the vlive.

Jimin reads the comments on the live about how you look at him with love eyes. “He does?” Jimin speaks out turning his head to see you completely hypotinzed from his beauty. “Baby.” Jimin snaps you out of it.

“Huh?” You blink a couple times before Jimin smiles widely at your own love eyes. Jimin kissing you on the cheek while you get flustered.

“I love you.” Jimin softly spoke while you held his hand under the camera. “I love you too.” You leaned on his shoulder while the comments went insane.

Jimin attempted to read the comments but before he could finish they would get drowned out from other comments. “I can’t read what they are saying.” Jimin tells you while you also try to read the comments.

“What song should we play?” You ask Jimin while he clicks on the playlist he made for you. Playing one of his favorite songs on there.

“We should dance!” Jimin jumps up from the couch while gesturing you take his hand. When you got up you moved the camera to the side of the room able to see You and Jimin.

“Don’t drop me.” You say while Jimin winks at you. “You’re talking to professional dancer me. I wont!” Jimin starts slowly with you before he attempts to spin you.

“Spin the other way.” Jimin instructs you while another attempt you two successfully did a spin. You enjoyed being in Jimin’s arms as you kissed him.

“Alright this is turning into a private lesson between me and Y/N.” Jimin chuckles towards the camera while he waves at the camera. You joining him.

“Wow they really don’t want us to go!” Jimin giggles at your comment still waving. Covering the camera you kiss him again off camera.

“Back to dancing?”

Kim Taehyung:

“You called me?” Taehyung peeked his head into your live, having a really nice black outfit looking like a million bucks in a casual outfit.

But then again when does he not?

“Wow you look good, whats the occasion?” You spoke out to him, seeing him get a bit flustered and grin. “I just got back with the boys not too long ago. I missed you though.” Taehyung pulled you off the live camera view and kissed you. “Missed you too.” You lowered your hands to his waist seeing Taehyung raise his eyebrows.

“We should go back before they think we are actually fucking.” Taehyung snorts grabbing your hand and shoving you back on the chair you were on. Taehyung joining you with a bottle of some Soju.

Drinks were shared and trivia answers were made that neither of you could answer half the time. The army watching enjoying this a little too much seeing their idols have a fun relaxing time.

“Isnt it Y=MX+B?” You sipped on your wine glass filled with Soju, Taehyung hugging you laughing. “We are stupid.”

“Why are they giving us hard questions? Give us like ‘name Taehyung’s favorite everything.” You snorted actually trying to remember Taehyung’s favorite things. Taehyung turned to you expecting you to answer.

You started to name most such as color, food, artist, game, etc blanking out sometimes before answering again with more favorites of his.Taehyung actually impressed that you paid so much attention to detail about him. It was a nice fuzzy feeling that the alcohol didn’t create.

Knocks were heard from the outside of the hotel room, you got up and wobbled there and saw Namjoon on the other side.

“Uh oh.” You looked at Taehyung and signaled to cut the cameras and end the live seeing a very angry Namjoon crossing his hands. “Alright goodbye army! Thank you for all your support and we love you.” Taehyung quickly announces his goodbye ending tbe live.

“Love birds open the door!” Namjoon bangs on the door, you open the door with Taehyung behind you resting on your shoulder clearly drunk out of his mind.

“Namjoon! What time is it?” Looking for your phone you patted on your pants seeing your pockets were empty. “It’s 3am.” Namjoon grumbles in his sleepwear and walks in to see bottles of Soju empty.

“Go to bed now.” Namjoon points at the bed, seeing you and Taehyung giggle at eachother. Face hot of alcohol and Taehyung blushing stripping off his black clothes before jumping on the bed.

Namjoon chuckling before leaving the room, making sure you locked the door. You and Taehyung shared drunk secrets and some drunk tears but at the end you had an amazing night with the one you missed so dearly.

Jeon Jungkook:

“Y/N! Come on the live!” Jungkook yells from his hotel room, you peeking out of the bathroom door. Your hair wet and your face fresh. Jungkook tilted his head and smiled giving you an indirect sign to hurry up.

“Give me a minute!” You yell out closing the door, Jungkook turning his head back to the camera snickering. “He’s going to be a bit late.” He leans towards the camera seeing the floods of comments pouring in.

“Tell him to come out anyway?” Jungkook read the comment out loud being flushed before shutting it down. “Only I get to see that. You guys get him on stage and what he shows there.” Jungkook winks going back to the comments.

You open the door, running the towel through your hair before setting it down and walking towards Jungkook, wrapping your hands around his shoulders giving him a bear squeeze.

“Baby.” You whisper in his ear kissing his neck. You gave a quick glance towards the comments seeing many “hello’s” and other people freaking out about the relationship.

“What did ARMY want? Hello! Welcome to our vlive. I apologize for showing up a little late.” You rubbed the back of your neck, grabbing a quick chair from behind you to sit next to Jungkook. “How was everyone’s day?” You ask trying to read as many comments before they get pushed away from the other comments.

“What did you plan to do this live?” You ask Jungkook turning. He was playing with his playlist deciding what music to play. “Hmm I wasn’t quite sure.”

“How does Jungkook’s lips taste?” You read widening your eyes, glancing at his lips before answering “like heaven”. Continuing to try to see the good questions you found another “How does touring with your boyfriend and band member work out?”

You passed on the question to Jungkook. Allowing him to think about the question before answering he finally replies with. “It’s a bit double edge sword, yeah I see him everyday and we are working towards our passions together. But on the downside we can’t really go out or when we come home we are exhausted and worn out.” Jungkook explains while you paid great attention to him nodding along with his points.

“Do you two cuddle?” Jungkook repeated a question.

“Of course I wouldn’t survive without him cuddling me to sleep.” Jungkook chuckled at that question, seeing that how much you two cuddle it’s like you were glued together.

“We should do a cuddle stream.” You suggested the idea seeing Jungkook be turned off immediately, questioning how it would work.

“How would we do that?”

“Like this!” You grabbed him from the couch, draping him over your shoulder while he yells out to put him down. Settling him down on the bed you went back to the camera waving “Goodbye! Have an amazing night and day!” Cutting it off for the day.

tags: @innamjesusipray

[fanwarriorfictions]

One-

A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter Eight- Part Three

Phina didn't know exactly what happened, all she remembered was the smoke, the pain, and then the darkness. Her head throbbed, like she had gotten punched in the temple ten times in a row.

She sat up, holding her head in her hands. She let out a low groan, the pain getting worse from the movement. Phina tried to shift her body, so she could look at her surroundings, which sent a burning sensation throughout her right leg and up her side. She let out a shriek, looking down at her blood covered body.

Four deep claw marks adorned her leg, starting from her upper thigh and ending at her calf.

She looked around her, trying to place where she was. She was laying in the parking lot of the middle school, but, not really. No, she was in the upside down. The scene looked familiar, like, like, well, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had seen it before, and she was willing to bet her reoccurring nightmares had something to do with it.

The Demogorgan must have grabbed her, before bringing her to this place. Why she wasn't dead yet, she didn't know. Clearly, she was bleeding enough to attact it, but if it wasn't interested in her, that meant, their was more blood, more food for it to eat.

"The kids," Phina realizes, involuntarily jumping, which caused her to groan in pain.

She needed to get to her kids, she needs to save them. Phina tries to bend her leg, but endes up screaming out instead, there was no way she would be able to do anything like this, she has to stop the bleeding.

Phina grabbes the shredded material of her jeans, tearing away the pieces until her right leg was completely bare. She places her hands on her leg, where the bleeding was the worst, concentrating on the fire within her.

Normally, flame or heat would not affect her, so she had to make this hot, very hot. Her eyes began to glow golden, her palms heating up. Within seconds, her skin began to burn, the wound cauterizing. She bit her lip, hard, to keep from screaming, blood now pooling in her mouth.

   The smell of her own burning flesh made her want to puke, she bit down on her lip harder to prevent it. The blood begins to slow down in that area, almost completely cauterized. Phina pauses for a breath and then she is sending even more heat into the wound.

It stops bleeding completely, and Phina spits out the blood in her mouth, breathing deeply. She gritted her teeth and stood up, screaming out as many curses as she could. In answer, she heard the shriek of the Demogorgan. It was inside the school, screeching as it slammed itself into a wall, over and over again. Phina limped towards the noise, trying her best to block out the pain, but she could feel every agonizing step of it.

Phina turned the corner, into the hall of which the Demogorgan's shrieks came from. A portal, like the one her and Nancy had crawled through in the forest, opened on the wall, and the Demogorgan forces its way through it.

Phina sees her chance, and she boltes, the adrenaline keeping the pain of her leg at bay for the moment. She hears gun shots being fired from the other side as she neares the portal. As she dives through it, they go quiet, the only sound she can hear is the Demogorgan's shriek.

Phina falls to the ground, watching as the Demogorgan jumps on top of a man. Phina gets to her knees, watching the monster, waiting for it to see her. Then, she freezes, not because of the Demogorgan that was feasting away upon its dinner, but because of the man who was the feast, Dr Brenner.

Memories that have been locked away for 11 years slammed into her, and she felt no need to save that man, none whatsoever. No, not with the things he put her through, not with what he put Eleven through.

Her eyes fill with tears, a low, aching sob passing her lips, Brenner lookes up at her, the pain in his face as the monster ripped into his stomach turning into agonizing confusion.

"One," he whispers, "One, help me."

Phina let out another quiet sob, "papa," then she was running.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't turn back, she just ran. Every memory her brain had suppressed flashed through her mind like a movie. Going backwards through the painful memories, until it landed on her earliest one, Dr Brenner, the man she had once known as, papa.

   He had raised her for the first five years of her life, and she lived in pure agony. She was tested on, experimented on, cut open and analyzed. She was a specimen of which they had never seen before, the birth of their crazed obsession with gifted individuals. Then she got away, killed her way out as at only five years of age, yet not a child, not even close.

When the gunfire starts up again, Phina followes the noise, pushing her past back into the corner it had been hiding in for all of these years. She runs faster, turning down a hallway, seeing the kids running towards her almost instantly, Dustin carrying El in his arms.

"Phina," Mike shoutes, confused, but relieved to see his sister, with her here, that meant they had a protector, and he knew Phina, she would make sure they were safe.

She cries out to him, "Mike!"

She runs towards them, towards their shared goal of a classroom to hide in. The kids ran into the room, Mike waiting for his sister to get in before slamming the door behind her. They didn't stop to reunite, just followed Dustin to the back of the room, where he and Lucas lifted El onto a table.

Phina almost sobbed when she saw how weak the girl looked, she looked near death. El clung to Mike, like he was her life line, which might of very well been true.

"Just hold on a little longer ok," Mike pleaded with El, "he's gone. The bad man's gone. We'll be home soon. My mom, she'll get you your own bed. You can eat as many eggos as you want.

"And, we can go to the Snow Ball," Mike smiles.

"Promise," El shakily asks, her voice breaking.

Mike looks at her, "promise."

They smile at each other, and Phina smiles at them. Phina feels weak in that moment, the adrenaline coming down from its high. She places her hand on Dustin's shoulder to keep from falling over. He looks up at her, seeing her incredibly pale face, then down at her leg, his own face paling.

"Holy shit Phina," Dustin yelled, "what happened to your leg!"

"I'm fine," she says, but almost falls right after she says it.

Lucas and Dustin support her, letting her lean on them.

She lets out a breath, "just a little dizz..."

Shrieks and gunfire sound from just outside the door, the lights flickering worse than before. Dustin yells out a little and Phina pulls him and Lucas into her sides, ready to protect them. They all watch the door, Phina pushing the boys behind her. The gunfire stops, and everyone glances at each other.

"I-is it dead," Dustin stutters.

After a few moments of silence, Dustin gets his answer. The Demogorgan slams through the door, breaking it from its hinges. The boys freak out, Phina pushing them backwards.

"Get the wrist rocket! Get the wrist rocket," Dustin screams.

Phina shares a look with El, one that speaks a thousand words. As the boys freak out, firing rocks at the monster, Phina and El silently say a million words to each other, each a different variation of I Love You Sister.

Phina helps El from the table and takes her hand. Lucas fires a large rock at the monster, hitting it in the chest as El uses her power to make it fly back into the front of the room. The boys stare at it, shocked, as Phina and El push their way in front of them. They walk forward, towards the monster.

"Eleven, Phina, stop," Mike shouts, running after them, only to be thrown backwards by El.

Phina, with her new found memories, uses her power to grow a cage of green vines around Mike. Her power, was more than just the fire she knew she had, it was all the elements.

The girls continue towards the Demogorgan, it's painful whimpering the only noise. As the wall cracks behind it, dark purple vines from the upside down crawl outwards, wrapping around the monster, adding to the crushing weight of El's power.

As the girls came to a stop in front of the monster, they turned back to the boys. Phina's heart broke as she saw her crying brother, and the distraught boys standing on either side of him.

"Goodbye Mike," El says, then looks to Phina, "you don't have to."

Phina looks at the girl, confused, before realizing what she was saying. Phina started to rapidly shake her head.

"No. You are not doing this alone," Phina says assertively, "do you understand me!"

Before El can even answer, Phina is turning back to the monster, raising her hand towards it. El follows her lead.

"No more," El tells it.

   Phina hesitates one more moment, looking back at her boys, "I love you boys. I always will, don't worry, all will be well."

Phina turns forward, and she releases a stream of fire from the palm of her right hand, her left reaching out to grab El's. The monster lets out the loudest roar she'd ever heard, she ignores the pain that eruptes in her head.

Phina vaguely hears El begin to scream, and her own scream begin in answer. Her senses slowly begin to fade, her hearing, smelling, tasting, and then her sight. She is left with just feeling, the heat of her fire at her palm, the tight hold El had on her hand, and the shaking of the Earth beneath them as the sister's release themselves upon it.

And then she's completely in the dark, no longer feeling El's hand. Phina falls, El screams louder, and the world takes a shuttering breath.

-1736 words-

Probably on of my favorite parts to this story. And finally, Phina gets her memories back, and along comes new powers. I know the whole "controlling the elements" thing is a little over done and is used basically everywhere, but hey, I'm cliche and I don't give a damn, it's cool. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, this is about the last of the intense action so I hope you aren't disappointed.

-Morgan

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            After a hellish childhood, and an emotional career path; Ryad has come face to face with new developed phobias. While some of these phobias can be life crippling, and prevent normal cognitive functions; they can be overcome.

T H A N T O P H O B I A. | The fear of losing someone you love.             Ryad first developed this fear after losing his brother. He had lost his parents and brother to the same murderer when he was a child, and since then he had been on his own with no one to lose but himself. Restless, night after night, Ryad had developed frequent nightmares that relate to his family's murder as this is one of the causes to his insomnia. He is cursed with the nightmares to this day as they have not left him due to ignorance to accepting that he cannot bring the killer to justice after all these years. Not only does this apply to family, but this does apply to significant others. He knows this deep down that if he is to attact himself to someone else because he loves them, he will push himself away to protect himself and them. He will not deeply attact himself to someone solely for the fear of losing them later, and havign to caring that pain through the rest of his life.

A T Y C H I P H O B I A. | The fear of failure.             His phobia of failure derives from his loss of family just like his phobia of losing someone. Ryad had tried his entire life so far in hopes of bringing his family's death to justice, but it has proves fruitless over the years. Eventually upon joining the G.E.O., he was told to give up his searches of finding any evidence linked to their murders since it was such a long time ago, but Ryad hasn't. When the murder was more relevent in it's time, Ryad devoted all his time to not only his work, but his family. His head was more occupied on finding evidence, and clues but again... it remained fruitless. Now, Ryad is less persistent with solely devoting his time to a long time cold case, but still will occassionally look over all the evidence he does have in hopes that maybe he just over looked something. Ryad does not want to fail his family, as failure is not an option to him. It proves weakness, and shows unwillingness to devote one's self to a cause they are passionate about.

A Q U A P H O B I A. | The fear of water (specially open waters and drowning).             This is a bit of a strange phobia due to the fact Ryad has had intensive diving training to to the geography of his original base for work, but it was this and a past event that stimulated the phobia. During Ryad's childhood was was forced to live on his own, and he had run into wrong crowds who had done him harm. One of them had left him to drown in the ocean after Ryad potentially sabotaged their efforts to destory a small town that was part of Ceuta. His punishment for becoming a traitor was death. Ryad has managed to survive, though he was scarred further during the training he received as it brought back vivid memories of his time back home with the gang had had affiliations with. Ryad now will not go anywhere near open water (the ocean) in fear of the potential hazard for drowning.

C L A U S T R O P H O B I A. | The fear of small spaces.             Self explanatory. Ryad has had a problem with tight/small spaces since his childhood. Just like his drowning experience with gangs all over Spain, Ryad has also had trouble with other one's in which his punishment would be isolation. During the time, since he was a child, he'd be thrown into boxes, closests, and left there until they remembered about him or he was able to escape himself. Since he has had a problem with it, even in just fairly small rooms he'd feel himself becoming trapped. In a sense, he could feel the walls coming closer although that was entirely impossible. He will tend to have a panic attack if he feels it is much of a small space, and rarely but sometimes can someone being too close set him off to stress, and become annoyed.