Metal-Front

|ℱ𝓲𝓻𝒆𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼. | - 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝓈𝑒𝑜𝓀

| Fireworks. | fluff | 360+ words |


And with the first wistle you heard, you knew the firework show had started. You were leaning on the metal railing in front of you, arms crossed and your hands hidden in the arms of your warm and cozy jacket, that was a bit to big for you. Just a few minutes ago the skyline of Seoul was pitch black. Now it was to be found with lots of beautiful colours, that flew in all directions of the sky, only to leave a almost invisible cloud of smoke behind.


A lot people had already gathered around the place just to see this beautiful spectacle. Families, Friends, Lovers. And so were you and your boyfriend, Hoseok. Because of him having some time off to rest whilst he was back home in Seoul, you actually had the chance to watch the firework together with him. And while you were following every move of the coloured sparks, he was taking a lot of pictures. Why a lot? Well, you heard his camera sound go off every millisecond. 


“Look Y/n! I finally got a good one!”, he said excitedly. The next thing you knew was that your sight was blocked with his phone, which made you squint your eyes a bit because of the brightness. It was indeed a beautiful catch, even when you could see that the colours had already started to fade. “Yeah, it looks really good.”, you smiled at your boyfriend which he answered with a soft kiss on your cheek, only to go back taking picures.


You enjoyed moments like that. Because of Hoesok being on tour for most of the time, and being home in korea for a short period, you weren’t able to spend so much time with him. So you appreciate any moment with him, even if you saw each other just for a few minutes.


It was now when you felt an arm around your shoulders and the immediate feeling of being safe. You snuggled into Hoseok’s chest and closed your eyes, only hearing the whistling sounds of the fireworks muffled by now. Hoseok giggled and moved you closer to him. 


“Saranghae Y/n, saranghae.”

My first try on a text. Hope you guys like it~

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Finally I’m able to contribute something to the new Thor movie!~ I’ve been working on this for almost two months now.

The picture was kept mostly plain and gray on purpose, to better highlight the colored parts like the eyes and the facepaint.

I admit that I was a little shocked when I first saw the new changes on the character Thor in Ragnarok. I did not very like them, especially that they cut his hair… Actually, I still have to get used to the short hair part (that just doesn’t look like Thor…).
But at least it inspired me to draw this piece!~ :D
(I hope the metallic thing in the front can be recognized as the dreadful tool scissors that cut Thor’s majestic hair.)

But nonetheless I’m still excited for the movie!

Thanks for taking a look, I hope you like it!~ :)

His || Jungkook  || 0.11

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Jungkook’s POV - Starts after the scene where Seokjin had told Y/N about them being werewolves.

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In the Arms of Justice Pt. 16 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow. 

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1054

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A/N: I’M BACK, BABY. A thousand apologies that it took so long for me to find my groove and stop being afraid of this fic. heh. I finally tackled it and miraculously, I’m in love with it again! Detective Barnes is back and I’m so excited for what’s ahead. :D Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19! 

<<<Part 15  Part 16   Part 17>>>  

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Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Previously:

Entering her office once again, Natasha stepped forward.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Kopecky. His aunt and uncle immigrated from the Czech Republic and he would like to keep them here legally.”

The man was facing away from you, reading the degrees and certificates adorning the esteemed lawyer’s office wall.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kope…”

As he turned your way, you lost all power of speech, ice freezing in your veins. 

___________________

You remained frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the man who held a knife at your throat two nights ago and now haunted your dreams. Although, if you had passed him on the street you might not have recognized him. Instead of the bleach-blond hair and a clean shaven face, he now wore a knitted cap over a bald head with a few days’ stubble dotting his chin. Horn-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he wore khaki trousers with a long-sleeved black sweater and dress shoes. If it weren’t for the cold eyes fixed on yours and the scar on his left cheek, you could have sworn it wasn’t the same man.

Light bruising was visible under his eyes, you noticed as he took a few steps forward. His nose might not have been broken by your head striking it, but you definitely left your mark. Seeing him approach from across the room, you finally thawed enough to stumble to Natasha’s side.

“H-how did he get in here?” you whispered to her, your eyes never leaving his face.

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Secret Desires (M)

=> Park Jimin. Hushed lips. Unsuspecting eyes.

Warnings: Strong sexual content. Public Sex. This is really filthy okay.

Words: 2, 919.

a/n: Basically you and Jimin have sex in a movie theater. This ruined me.


“Jimin, I’m not sure about this..”

With a wary gaze from the deserted back row of the medium sized theater, you looked upon the other twelve people occupying once empty chairs. The closest to you was a couple sitting three rows in front, directly in the middle and not much older than you and your very persistent boyfriend.

“They can’t see us, as long as you keep your pretty mouth shut for me.”

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anonymous asked:

Please do a jealous Jughead fic where he gets territorial over her but she's into it

So I’ve actually gotten a few requests for a Jealous!Jughead so here you guys go! Enjoy ;) and I’m always taking prompts, so feel free to send them!


He loves dating the cheerleader.

He’s well aware of the fact that his relationship is every cliche trope out there. The cheerleader and the outcast. The good girl with the bad boy. A Southside Serpent with a River Vixen? It was a story waiting to be written. He doesn’t care though. He loves dating Betty Cooper.

He never really gave a shit about coming to any of these football games before. He’s pretty sure he only ever came to one before and that was to attempt to talk things out with Archie; it worked. Now though, he comes to them for an entirely different reason.

Seeing Betty jumping around in her little River Vixens uniform, bright smile on her face as she tries to pump up the crowd? Yeah, it definitely got him feeling a little more than pumped up.

If it weren’t for Betty then it’s safe to assume that he’d never attend these games. He didn’t even go to Riverdale High anymore and he stuck out like a sore thumb from where he stood by the bleachers clad in his new leather jacket, but he didn’t care. Betty enjoyed having him there and he’d do anything to make sure she was happy.

He hardly pays attention to the football game at all. Do the Bulldogs even win? He doesn’t know. He thinks that they did pretty okay if the way that Betty is jumping up and down with her pompoms is anything to go by.

The clock finally runs out and he sighs in relief.

He watches as Betty looks around, trying to find him. Her eyes finally lock on his and she smiles and waves at him. She always tries to catch his eyes throughout the game as if she’s making sure that Jughead’s still there watching her and of course he is.

She holds up her hand, letting him know that she needs a few minutes to get her things together. He nods and crosses his arms as he leans back against the side of the stands.

Betty takes a bit longer than usual and he looks back towards the track to see if she’s coming yet, but what he actually does see makes his blood boil.

He’s a jealous guy. He’ll be the first to admit it. He’s always been a jealous guy, but this was the first time he had an actual girlfriend and to say he was a bit territorial was an understatement. It’s not that he didn’t trust Betty, because of course he did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a problem with random guys looking at her or trying to hit on her.

Despite her disagreeing with him, Jughead was well aware that Betty was a freaking catch. She was drop dead gorgeous, smart as hell, and a complete sweetheart. He considered himself blessed that she had ever even been his friend, but now that she was his girlfriend? Yeah, sue him if he got a bit territorial with her.

So that’s the exact reason why his fist grips the metal railing in front of him tightly as his eyes narrow while he watches some guy from the rival school try to talk to Betty.

Doesn’t he have a bus to catch or something? Jughead wonders to himself. 

Betty looks uncomfortable as she tries to shove her pompoms into her duffle bag. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to the football player at all and it isn’t until the guy actually puts his hand on her shoulder that Jughead springs forward onto the track.

“You about ready, Betts?” He asks her, shoving the guy’s arm away with his shoulder as he puts himself in between them.

Betty looks surprised before she smiles gently at him in thanks. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Uh, dude, we were kind of in the middle of something.”

Jughead rolls his eyes and grinds his teeth together before turning around.

“Yeah?” He says sarcastically, giving the guy an ugly look. “Please tell me what you and my girlfriend were in the middle of.”

The guy looks shocked for all of about three seconds before he smirks at Jughead. 

“She’s your girlfriend? Yeah, I bet.” 

A remark like that might have hurt his feelings once, but not anymore. He knows that he’s just as good for Betty as she is for him. Veronica tells them more often than not that they’re soulmates and he believes her. He’s not going to let some jock with bad breath stand in front of him and make him feel any different. 

“Yeah, she is but even if she weren’t, believe me when I tell you that you wouldn’t have a chance in hell with her,” he sneers at the guy in front of him. “Don’t you have a bus to catch or something?”

Betty weaves her hand through his and tugs, probably trying to get his attention. 

“Juggie,” she whispers and he knows that she wants to leave already. He gives the guy one last glare before turning around to follow Betty out of the stadium. He doesn’t even take three steps before a large, meaty hand grips his shoulder tightly. It hardly hurts, but he whirls around and yanks his shoulder out of the guy’s grip. 

“Don’t touch my jacket,” Jughead hisses at him. “Did you get a catch of the logo on the back? I know you did. I’m not sure where you’re from and I don’t really give a shit, but you’ve had to have heard of the Southside Serpents here in Riverdale.” 

The guy’s face turns red. 

“And even if you haven’t,” Jughead continues, “touch me or my girlfriend one more time and you will, and I swear it’ll be the last thing you do.”

He turns back around and grabs Betty’s hand, leading her out towards the parking lot. 

“Jughead, calm down!” She shouts once they’re finally out of the stadium. 

He doesn’t answer her, instead he just turns around and places both his hands on her cheeks as he brings her face towards his and kisses her fiercely. It’s a kiss that says I love you, you’re mine. Only mine.

Betty hums into the kiss and allows him to completely take charge. It’s bruising and rough, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. When he finally pulls away she’s looking at him with glassy eyes and a dreamy expression. 

“You okay, Betts?” 

“I’m fine,” she sighs before smiling up at him. “That was just really hot.” 

Jughead laughs at her words and she chuckles softly. 

“You think so?”

“Mhm,” she hums. “In fact I think we should go to my house. My parents are working late tonight and I want to show you just how hot I think it was.”

“I love you so much, Betty Cooper,” he laughs as he follows her out of the parking lot.

“You’re about to love me a lot more.” 

And he doesn’t doubt that one bit. 

Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Part II)

I knew I loved you then

But you’d never know

‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

You turned your back as the rowdy basketball varsity passed the hallway, with Zach at the middle, eyes following you silently. It has been a week since that night and Zach was actually amazed that you genuinely didn’t tell a soul about what happened, especially when he was so used to girls using his name to be the talk of the hour.

You kept it a secret, and Zach doesn’t know if he should be thankful or disappointed. Somehow, he wanted everyone to know but was really happy because he also wanted that moment to be untainted; he wanted it to remain just your moment.

A moment he can go back to when the weight of the world becomes too much.

Zach was surrounded by his teammates, noisy and boisterous, his perfect atmosphere to drown out his guilt but as he stared at you outside, sitting in your usual table with earphones plugged in your ears and a distant stare in your eyes, he knew he just found a perfect alternative.

Half of the cafeteria literally stopped on its track when his 6’2 figure suddenly stood up, accidentally pushing the metallic chair away as it screeched in protest. He took his backpack and marched towards the door, unbothered by the pair of eyes watching his every move as he continued his journey towards you.

Hands in his pocket and mind full of hope.

This scene was way too familiar and he hoped the ending would be a little different.

“Hey,” he said the moment he was close enough, as if you didn’t see him (who the hell would miss him); you just didn’t expect him to actually approach you. Zach watched as you studied him, once again, eyes so unsure.

Please let this be different.

“Got some space for me?” You dumbly looked at the blank seats around you before looking back at him.

Are you sure?, you wanted to ask, raising an eyebrow at Zach but you saw the silent pleading in his eyes and smiled.

“It’s a tight squeeze but sure, help yourself, big guy.”

Zach almost laughed.

Yeah, this was going to be a whole different story.

He’ll make very sure of it.

“I’m Zach, Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey.” He offered his hands to you and the two of you knew it was more than just an introduction. It was a key to a whole new door that will blast open the moment you two decide to say fuck you to the fates and decide to make one for your own.

You’ve always hated cliché’s anyway; pissing the fates off will be one way to be different.

“I’m (Y/N),” you gladly took his hand with a smile. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).



I know I needed you

But I never showed

But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old

That day in the canteen started turning into a tradition, it became a rule. No one was allowed to sit in that table but you and Zach. That was your place and the whole school knew it. They were confused how a nobody like you got Zach’s attention but they knew better than to question it. If they didn’t want to deal with Zach’s fist then they should learn to mind their own business.

“Hey stranger,” you greeted Zach as he slumped down at the metal table in front of you. “Well, aren’t you cheerful.”

Zach peeked at you from his arms and chuckled. “If you see coach looking for me, let’s agree my name is Carlos and I don’t speak English.”

“ You don’t pay me enough to lie for you, Z.” You shot back earning a glare.

“Why are you so mean to me?” he whined, placing his head on your lap, as you placed your dainty little hand that Zach grew to love over his eyes knowing how much it helped him relax even if you have to be the subject of ‘is it normal that your hands are this small’ Aw is my lil’ Zachy mad?”

“Hey! I am not little!”

“I am not talking about your height, darling.”

Zach’s mouth dropped open and he actually removed your hand and gave you another glare “Excuse you, young lady, but you can ask every girl who had the honour and they will tell you I’m everything but little.”

“I don’t have the time to ask half the girls of this school, Zac—Stop! Zach, stop!” You squealed when Zach decided to place you on his lap and tickle the life out of you to teach you a lesson.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” He said as he tried to make you stop moving around, holding your hips down.

“You’re such a little shit.”

“Oh please, you love me.”

“Debatable.”

“You –“

Your moment in your safe haven was stopped by someone clearing your throat. You saw a curly haired beauty in front of you with a kind smile on her face. Jessica. As if almost on cue, you saw Zach straighten up, his stone cold face made it look like he was ready for war. He was nervous and uncomfortable, on cue; your protective nature woke up from your slumber as you prepared for the worst.

“Hey (Y/N),” you were actually shocked when she knew your name. “Can Zach and I talk for a sec?”

“She’s not going anywhere.” Zach’s jaw line locked and you knew he was mad now.

“Trust me, Zach.” Jessica shot back, staring at him with cold dead eyes. “She needs to go.”

They seemed to have a silent disagreement as they stared at each other almost murderously.

“Hey (Y/N),” Zach’s eyes immediately softened when he looked at you. “Can you get us some food? I’m kinda hungry.”

You stared at Zach, a bit hurt but you knew this secret was theirs to keep, and if he wanted to let you know he’d tell you when you’re ready.

You nodded and gave him a comforting smile. “I’ll be back.” You quickly stepped out of his lap and gave Jessica a once over. You didn’t care who the fuck she was, he better not fuck with your Zach anymore than her little group has.

“Nice to meet you Jessica.”

“You can call me Jess, my friends call me Jess.”

“I know, Jessica.” Jessica’s eyes shot at you and she could almost see Hannah in you: the snarky smile and the witty comebacks were too familiar. It made her heart hurt a bit more than it already has.

She made sure you were inside the cafeteria before she looked at Zach who was also staring at you.

“Are you gonna tell her?”

“She doesn’t need to know.” Zach crushed whatever idea she had in her mind. Since that night he decided he will not let anyone destroy the one beautiful thing in his life.

“She’s your girlfriend, I think she would –“

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Zach shot at her but was immediately dissuaded by Jessica’s sceptical stare. “.. yet.”

“Zach, look,” Jessica was careful not to touch him when she walked near. “I can see it, hell the whole fucking town can.” Jessica waited for Zach to look her in the eyes. “You love her. And no matter what the fuck happened between us you are still my best friend Zach and I … I just want you to be happy again and I know she can do that.”

Zach smiled sadly, taking Jessica’s hands in his. “Thank you, Jess.”

“But if you plan to take this any further,” Jessica added, gripping Zach’s hand. “You need to tell her.”

“Are you sure?” Zach asked, knowing she was also part of the problem too.

“It’s your move to make.” Jessica whispered as she eyed you about to go out from the cafeteria with a few snack on your arms. “You deserve a peace of mind.” Jessica patted his hand with her free one. “At least one of us can be happy again.”

With that she gave him one last smile and walked away.

“Hey,” Zach watched as you cautiously sat next to him, his hands automatically pulling you close. “Are you okay?” You looked up at him.

Zach stared at you, making you a bit uncomfortable, making you feel bad for all the times you unconsciously studied him “Jess was just slapping some sense in me.”

You laughed. “Well, that makes the two of us.” Zach poked your waist making you flinch and giggle. “What’d she say?”

And just like that a switch turned on inside of Zach as he suddenly turned serious, his eyes only looking in yours. The world seemed to turn deaf in both your ears.

“About how I should probably ask you to become my girlfriend.”

You were dumbfounded and Zach was scared shitless. Zach almost closed his eyes but preferred to look into yours as different emotions passed in it. He probably ruined everything in that moment but if you didn’t agree to it then he was willing to beg on his knees for you to forget everything he just said.

“(Y/N)?” You were dragged back down to Earth by his nervous features; you decided to take him out of his misery and managed to place the smallest of kiss on his lips that he wasn’t even sure it happened.

“Take me out on a few dates and I’ll think about it.”


EEEEEEEEEY HERE’S PART 2 (there will be at least 2 more parts for this series)

I’ll never forget

(A/N): I have been dying to write this one too

Request: Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you.

Warnings: maybe angst? Swearing, the usual :)

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @tom-hollands, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


Originally posted by natpekis

   You wince softly as you gingerly operate on Bucky’s arm, the metal plating having been damaged on his last mission. 

   You’d been ‘recruited’ for Hydra months ago, little did anyone know you were actually on a Shield mission to save the asset, the winter soldier, Bucky Barnes. You’d been entrusted with the soldier’s safety and that’s why you could operate on him alone without anyone else in the room. You didn’t pump him full of drugs like the other doctors did, you didn’t sedate him whenever he got dangerous, he didn’t smack him to bring him back to reality because other than the fact that you couldn’t physically do it you didn’t have to. Bucky was never violent with you, he usually sat still the entire time you worked on him, never really saying anything or doing much so you never had to hurt him. 

   “You’re soft,” The soldier rasps, his voice much more rough than it usually was. “You’re not like the others,” You hum softly as you tweak some wires, litle sparks flying out his arm. 

   “Yeah? What makes you think that?” You smile at him before quickly getting back to work. 

   “You smile at me,” He whispers, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t hit me, you don’t stick needles in me, you’re the only person here who’s ever been kind to me,” 

   “Well,” You whisper as you continue to work, being careful not to bump any of his other wires. “You deserve kindness,” 

   “I’m a machine,” Bucky states, turning his head back ahead, his gaze finally falling from you. “Machines don’t get kindness,” 

   “If you don’t treat a machine well it won’t work, isn’t that how it goes?” Bucky doesn’t answer, merely keeps his gaze straight ahead. “Well, if you don’t treat a human nice it’s going to stop being human and I don’t want that for you,” 

   “Am I human?” Bucky asks, his lips barely moving. With a sigh you put your tools down, smoothing your hand over Bucky’s improved plating. 

   “You’ve got a heart, don’t ya?” Bucky nods, then stops, his lips pursing in thought. 

   “I guess,” You smile a bit, resting your chin on your palm. 

   “You’ve got a brain, right?” Bucky nods again. 

   “Then you’re human Buck, I promise you,” 

   “I don’t feel human,” Bucky whispers, his gaze falling down to his arm. “I don’t know what I am but I’m not- I’m not human,” 

   “I think you are,” You whisper as you check the plating one more time, ensuring that it was well enough for inspection. 

   “I never forget you,” Bucky whispers, his gaze never travelling from his arm. “Even after they wipe me, I don’t forget. I don’t forget the way your hands feel on my skin, or the way you smile at me, I don’t forget your voice or face, I don’t forget you like I forget everyone else,” 

   “Bucky-” You sigh once again, your heart constricting in your throat. 

  “Please don’t tell them,” Bucky looks at you, his eyes full of fear. “You can’t let them know,” 

  “I won’t tell,” You nod your head, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “ I promise I won’t,” 

   Bucky stares at you for only a moment before he’s nodding, his gaze falling back down to his arm once again. 

   "They’re gonna be back any minute,“ He whispers, his tone bit as emotionless as it was only few moments ago.

    "I know,” you sigh, absentmindedly running your thumb along his hand as you speak. 

    “They’re gonna wipe me again, aren’t they?" 

    "Don’t they always?” You smile at him sadly, your eyes no doubt swimming with emotion. 

    “It hurts.” Bucky states, his tone nearly robotic at this point. “More than anything I’ve ever felt," 

    "I’m sorry Buck,” you whisper, wishing nothing more than to get this poor guy out of here. “I wish there was something I could do to help,” Bucky nods, pursing his lips at the telltale signs of shoes in the hall just outside his cage. “I promise you Bucky, I’m gonna make the pain stop someday,” You let go of his hand as the door to the isolated room opens, putting your facade back on, wouldn’t want hydra knowing you’re a double agent. 

    “Everything’s been fixed,” you state, no hint of emotion in your voice. Pierce smiles at you, gripping your shoulder gently. 

    “You’ve been a good agent (Y/N), very good, nearly as good as the soldier himself,” You cast a glance at Bucky, noticing the way his eyes had taken up that reserved, cold demeanor once more. “Now get out of here, you’re done for the day,” you give him a polite smile and nod, quickly exiting before they started clearing Bucky’s mind once again. 

   You tried to walk down the hall as fast as you could, desperate to get away from them, to go back to your safe house and decompress but no matter how fast you walked you couldn’t seem to escape Bucky’s haunting screams of pain.


    You stayed with Hydra for months after that, always fixing up Bucky, checking some of his diagnostics, even training him a bit. Eventually you became so trusted in hydras eyes that they allowed Bucky to be free around you, no other guards needed. It was a huge mistake on their part, given you were already preparing a plan on how to get the two of you out of here.

    “(Y/N),” Bucky states as he calmly wipes his knife of any blood, not even sparing a glance at the quivering mass of human on the floor. 

    “Yeah Buck?" 

    "You’re thinking about breaking out, aren’t you?” You look up from your clipboard where you’d been measuring how accurately The asset could slit a throat.

    “How did you-”

    “That’s what you meant when you said you were gonna end my pain, right? You were gonna get me out of here?” You bite your lip, nodding hesitantly. “I can help- I know where all the guards are, I know which halls are empty, I can tell you where it’s safe and were it isn’t," 

    "You want to get out of here?”

    “If it’s with you? Yes,” Bucky slides the knife back on a table, each chunk of wood covered in a weapon of sorts.

    “Well?” You lean forward, setting your clipboard aside. “When do we wanna ditch this place?" 


    "You’re sure this is the right hall?” You ask Bucky as the two of you creep through the hydra base, making sure to be extra quiet. 

    “I know the layout of every hydra base on this earth, i know we’re in the right hall,” Bucky places his metal arm in front of you, stopping you dead in your tracks.

    “Bucky?" 

    "Shhh,” the soldier warns, placing a finger to his lips. You close your moth, listening intently to whatever it was that had set Bucky off. You strain to hear but there was no mistaking the sound of heavy footfalls in some hall, evidence that now people were hunting you two down, and fast. 

    “Shit,” you whisper, fear bubbling within your chest. 

    “We have to run,” Bucky states coolly as he grabs your hand, yanking you down the hall. 

    “Stop them!” Someone down the hall yells and suddenly the footfalls are getting much, much closer.

    You run just as fast as Bucky, your feet hitting the concrete below you with such force that you could feel your feet ache. The two of you round a corner, two big silver doors before you signaling your way out; you were so close. 

   "Almost there,“ Bucky encourages, not letting go of your hand for one second. You nod your head as you book it towards the exit, freedom so tantalizingly close that you could taste it. But suddenly a shot rang through the air and a crippling pain shot through your chest. With a sudden cry you drop to the ground, causing Bucky to nearly fall as well. His hand still grips yours as you use your free one to clutch at the hole in your chest, blood seeping between your fingers. 

   ”(Y/N)-“ Bucky murmurs, more fear in his eyes than your ever seen before. 

   "Go,” you rasp, your body burning in pain as you speak. “Get out of here," 

   "No,” Bucky growls as he almost effortlessly picks you up, pulling you to his chest. “I’m not leaving you behind," 

    "Bucky, I’m- I’m dead weight at this point-” but Bucky doesn’t even give you a moment to finish before he’s booking it down the hall, only stopping to break the control Panel to the doors. The doors slide open, revealing a few simple grounds, nothing much in sight except for the large black helicopter sitting just a few feet away from the base. 

    “It’s shield,” you rasp, pointing a finger to the copter. “We made it," 

    "Soldier, I demand you stop!” An agent scream, guns firing shot after shot as they attempted to wound one of you. 

    “Are you motherfuckers getting in here or what?” Fury pokes his head out of the small space available for a door. “We don’t have all day,” Bucky rushes towards the helicopter, only stopping to hand you over to Steve’s embrace. Bucky quickly jumps in the copter and not even a second afterwards the pilot takes off, Nat, or a familiar red headed woman who Bucky could’ve sworn he’d seen before. 

    “Shit (Y/N),” Steve curses, his hands ripping open the front of your suit. “You got hit pretty bad," 

    "I know,” you rasp, your chest aching in pain. “I told Bucky to just leave me behind but he refused,” Bucky nods, his gaze trained in on your face. “We made it Bucky,” you reach up, grasping his metal hand a bit. “You’re safe now,” Bucky nods, lifting your hand to rub his cheek against it, a sweet gesture that had you melting on the inside. “We’re safe," 

 ~2 years later~

    "Bucky!” You call out to your fiancée who seemed to be having trouble getting out of bed.

    It’s been two tears since your days of hydra and things couldn’t be better, you had your own home, a nice one too, you didn’t have to worry about hydra breathing down your necks at all times, Bucky had finally gotten his memory back and he never, ever forgot you. Even when he’d forgotten his own name, or how is mother had died, he’d never forgotten you, just like he told you that fateful day. With a reminiscent smile you flip a pancake, hollering to Bucky once again. 

    “Bucky come on! I made pancakes and coffee!" 

    "I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” Bucky chuckles as he sleepily wipes at his eyes, his feet slowly but steadily carrying him to your side. He wraps his metal arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to Your neck, his stubble tickling you softly. “Thanks doll,” Bucky murmurs, causing you to giggle just a bit.

    Bucky’s lips slip over to your scar, a good sized bullet hole that had scarred over, leaving behind bumpy, white flesh. “I’m going tux shopping with Steve today,” Bucky whispers, his lips still gently pressed to your skin. You hum softly as Bucky kisses his way back up your neck, stopping just below your ear. “But after that I thought we could go to that record store you wanted to look at,” you nod your head, a small smile working it’s way up to your lips. 

    “I’d love that,” Bucky hums this time as his free arm reaches out to play with the ring on your finger, a simple band, nothing too fancy, but simple and elegant.

    “I love you,” Bucky murmurs against you, tucking his face back against your neck. 

    “I love you too Buck,” Bucky’s arm tightens around you as you flip a pancake, smirking proudly to yourself as you flipped it perfectly.

    Bucky purses his lips in thought, a small humming noise issuing from the back of his throat. 

    “What’s on your mind?” You ask as you scoop more pancake batter onto the skillet, listening to the oils sizzle and pop. 

    “I was just thinking…can we have pancakes at the wedding?”

A Day So Special (Viktuuri Oneshot) [Bakery AU]

Since Yuri!!! On Ice has been stuck on my mind for the past few months days, I decided to write a fic for it :)

This lovely AU fic is for @barechu for an art trade! I hope you like it! I tried my best with the lovely prompt you sent me (I fell in love with it the moment you sent it).

Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be able to shake off Viktuuri anytime soon. 

None of the characters are mine. All copyright to the creators of Yuri on Ice.

Enjoy!


Snow pelted the large bakery windows softly at 1 PM, sliding down the clear glass before mingling with the rest in a pile at the bottom. Yuuri Katsuki watched in wonder at the snow outside, his hands absentmindedly pouring another layer of cake batter into the metal cake pan in front of him. It didn’t matter if he had lived in Hasetsu, Japan all his life; snow would always be something otherworldly to him. Especially since it was Christmas today.

“Yuuri, what are you doing in the kitchen at this time? We have customers.” his sister, Mari Katsuki, called from the front.

Yuuri snapped out of his trance, abruptly pulling away the bowl he was holding so the cake batter would stop its descend to the cake pan. He was making a Napoleon Cake, and it took a pain stakingly long time to pour every individual layer and baking it. But he didn’t mind. It was Christmas after all. Glancing behind him, Yuuri raised an eyebrow at his sister where she stood at the open doorway between the kitchen and the front counter.

“I’m making the special for today. I saw a recipe online for Napoleon Cake when I was searching for things to make last night,” he paused, moving to set the cake pan into the oven once more, “It’ll be done in 30 minutes, you can handle the front for now, right?”

Mari rolled her eyes with a nod, the most acknowledgement she’d give her brother for his obsession with baking. It was, after all, what made him open this cafe: Hasetsu Cafe - one of the most well known in the small town. At the age of 20, Yuuri had decided to fulfil his dreams with the money he had earned from his previous jobs. Four years later, at 24, it had become one of the biggest successes in his life.

As the oven dinged, signalling that the next layer was ready, Yuuri bent down to bring it back up onto the counter.

Just three more layers, he thought as he slowly poured the cake batter once more with precision.

Like he expected, it took him 30 minutes to finish the cake, moved it onto a ceramic cake platter that was adorned with a green and red ribbon for Christmas, and set it into the freezer display in the front counter. With a proud smile, Yuuri went over to the black chalkboard settled beside the counter and added Napoleon Cake to the top of the specials list for the day with his blue chalk:

Specials:

- Napoleon Cake

- Hazelnut Latte Cake

- Gingerbread Cake

With a smile still intact on his face, Yuuri went back to clean up the mess he had made and to change his flour covered shirt to his specially nice button up he brought over for Christmas. Albeit he was still going to wear the bakery apron over it. Slicking back his hair and wiping his glasses clean one last time, Yuuri joined his sister in the front counter who was beginning to struggle with the number of customers walking in through the front door.

“Counter’s open!” he announced loudly as customers began to line up on his row. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his Christmas.

~~~

Viktor Nikiforov never knew how to feel during his birthday. Of course, it was Christmas day too so there was some form of happiness he felt. But for some reasons, his birthday always reminded him of loneliness - even with many of his friends being in Japan at the moment ready to celebrate in a few hours at the hotel he was staying at.

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One Year Anniversary

Authors note- So I forgot that it was my 1 year anniversary on tumblr yesterday (whoops). But to celebrate I have written a fluffy kinky smut! Woohoo! (Yes I still know how to write, I think). Anyways, ENJOY~

Member- Jungkook

Genre- Fluffy, smut

Warning- Swearing, Mature themes

“Babe get ready otherwise we’re going to be late!” You shouted for the fifth time that night. It had been one year since you put a ring on it. One whole year since you said I do. One whole year of living with the biggest meme in the world. One year of pure love. (More like one year of insanity but you can’t have it all.) And tonight you were going to celebrate all that by going out for a really romantic dinner, in one of the most fancy, most expensive restaurant in Seoul. But your loving, kindhearted, stupid ass husband was not getting ready. You weren’t ready yet either but that was his fault because he wasn’t letting you in the fu… bedroom. “Jungkook let me in!” Silence. “Jungkook? Jungkook?”

 You opened the door slightly and you saw him jolt up quickly to stop you from coming in any further. “Give me a second.”

 “Jungkook!”

 “Please?” He played his puppy dog eyes trick on you because he knew it made your heart melt.

 “Fine, but only a second.” He nodded his head as he ushered you out. “And that’s not gonna work anymore!” You shouted as he slammed the door in your face. You waited for him to open the door. You could hear him scurrying around and dropping things. “Shit.”

 “Jungkook, are you ok?”

 “Yeah peachy!”

 Peachy? He didn’t break your perfumes did he? They were expensive and…

 “Ok, you can come in now.”

 “What were you doing all this time Kook…” Your eyes fell on the box that was placed on the bed, which looked like it had been wrapped, well, attempted to be wrapped. “Is this for me?”

 He nodded his head as he ran over and sat on the bed next to the present. “Go on, open it.”

 You walked over and picked up the rectangular object and shook it. You could hear metal jingling about. “What is it?” You ripped the wrapping paper and slowly undid the sellotape that stopped you from seeing what was inside the box. Once you saw what it was, your jaw dropped to the floor. “Damn Kookie, I knew you were kinky but not this kinky.”

 “Y/N. That is not true. And besides, I wanted to try something out-you know spice up our love life a little bit.”

 “So…” You held the cold metal up in front of his face and smirked at him.

 “You’re under arrest Y/N.”

 “What are you going to do officer?” You said as you played along trying not to laugh.

 “I’m going to punish you…”

 “Hold up.” You put your hand up as you interrupted him. “Can you be a bit more, I don’t know, original please.”

 “Why? What do you want me to say?” He questioned with a hurt look expressed on his face.

 “I don’t know.”

 “Fine.” He said as he rolled his eyes.

 “Let me say that again.” You said as you tried to get back into character. “What are you going to do officer?” You spoke in sultry way.

 “I’m gonna go downtown.”

 “Nice player.” You high fived each other and got back into ‘character’.

 He grabbed the handcuffs from you and pushed you down on to the bed. He climbed on top of you and placed his lips on to yours. He kissed you roughly, pulling and tugging on your bottom lip. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck but he pulled away. “Naughty.” He unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing and took your bra off. He then grabbed your arms and placed them above your head. He handcuffed you to the bed and you could already feel the pressure on your skin. He trailed from your arms to your neck, marking your soft skin as he made his way down. He feathered down your stomach to the one place that had you burning up for him. He slid down the now damp black lacey fabric and discarded it in the room.

 “I’m going way downtown.” Was the last thing he said. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine.  He buried his head in between your legs and all that escaped your lips were sweet nothings.

 “Uh, Jungk…ook,”

 “I love it when you moan my name baby.” You tried to reach down so that you could entangle your fingers through his locks, but you were stuck. “Shit,” you breathed.

 His tongue danced across and through your folds like magic. You were a moaning mess by now but you didn’t want to give into him so you silenced yourself making him stop and look up at you. This wasn’t the first time you didn’t give into him; it was a competition of dominance. He would make sure that you are being pleased and you would make sure that he was also being pleased. Also you hated that sly smirk that he always does straight after sex.

 “Why are you so quiet? You won’t be for long.” He got rid of his shirt and rid himself of his pants and boxers. He pumped himself before he lined himself up.

 He shoved his whole length into you hitting the back. He pulled right out and went back in deep at a fast pace. The whole bed was shaking and the sound of skin slapping filled the air. You tried really hard to keep it in but you couldn’t last.

 “Fuck!”

 He smirked at the sound of your voice and he released a few whimpers himself. 

 “I-hate-you-Jung-kook!”

 You knew you were going to be sore tomorrow but this was too good. The pain from the handcuffs rubbing against your skin and the pleasure from Jungkook thrusting in and out of you like there was no tomorrow made your whole body shake. You were on a high and you were definitely not going to come down anytime soon.

 “I-think-I’m-close-babe.” Jungkook said in between each breath. His speed increased and he repeatedly hit the spot that makes you crumble. You could feel the tension between your legs building up.

 With one last thrust, your walls clenched around him, and you saw white. Once Jungkook felt you tighten around him he shot his hot liquid into you.

 You both rode out your highs and came to a gradual stop.

 “Hey, we should get ready for our dinner reservation.” Jungkook sighed. He kissed you and stood up to go and get ready.  He began to walk off but you coughed to get his attention.

 “Aren’t you forgetting something?” You asked as you looked up at your hands above your head. The sudden realisation kicked in, and he fumbled around for the key.

 “I swear I had it somewhere…”

 “Jungkook you’ve not lost it have…”

 “Got it!” He unlocked them and set you free. You rubbed your wrists to make the red marks fade.

 “It didn’t hurt did it?”

 You shook your head vigorously. “No, no, I’m fine.” You stood up and headed towards the bathroom. “But next time I want to see you in them.” You looked at Jungkook whose cheeks had now turned a light pink colour making you chuckle.

hate me

Originally posted by nctinfo

◇ “Scream. Run. Cry - say you hate me-”

◇ Johnny x reader

◇ vampire!au / 1920s!au

◇ requested by anon; in honor of sm finally letting my baby johnny out of the dungeon can i get a johnny vampire au?

◇ asddfhjsj I have no idea if you wanted a bulletpoint au or a scenario so I went with the safe decision and just did a scenario :( if anyone wants bulletpoint aus just remember to tell me that!

◇ fourteen minutes past my bedtime absolute Disgrace

•••

You had only been with him for a few months, and already you couldn’t imagine life without him.

Picture this: a shy girl — you —, arms hugging herself as she walks in the freezing cold with a group of giggling witches towards a club those same witches have persuaded her to go to. You had only known them for a few weeks and you were already being pushed out of your comfort zone, but your mother encouraged you to go out and have fun, so…

It’s hidden under a liquor shop and you’ve never heard of it but your new friends swear that it’s the bee’s knees, and the best supernatural place to be — which doesn’t mean much to you, because you’re human, and if anything it increases your nerves tenfold — so once they’ve dressed you up in clothes and makeup that you’d never bothered to try on before, they’re so eager to get there that they walk in the freezing cold — at 10PM.

They seem to ignore you as one whispers a password into a little slot in the metal door in front of you. The entrance is located at the bottom of an outdoor stairwell, and with your lack of coat you were shivering impatiently in seconds, tapping your foot as you wait for the man behind the metal door to unlock it and let you in.

You barely registered Wendy squealing excitedly, voice increasing in volume as music began to introduce itself to your ears. “Welcome to Hell!”

You were instantly taken aback by the sheer fanciness of the venue that you step into; it gave off a warm glow with red and gold furniture and soft light from the lamps placed around the room. Booths of red suede and dark wood tables were placed here and there, and although there was one main floor, there was another raised area where more tables were situated.

A stage lays on the lower area, pushed against the furthest wall and was currently inhabited by a beautiful woman who’s voice ws almost as sweet and smooth as honey. It was almost otherworldly — actually, it was —, and if it weren’t for your friends pulling you along to a nearby booth, you would’ve ran to join the people dancing in front of it, even though it was completely uncharacteristic of you to do so.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Irene smiled, watching your fascination fondly. You nod, a smile on your face as your friends began to decide on what drinks they wanted. “We come here all the time. It’s pretty… secretive, so make sure you don’t let it loose, ‘kay?”

“Of course,” you breathed. You’d be stupid if you passed out the info on this hidden gem — nobody needed to know about the active supernatural community in Chicago, or all hell would break loose.

You couldn’t stop taking in everything around you; from the golden bar loaded with expensive bottles behind it, to the dancing people, to the amazing, sultry music — and then, your eyes drifted over to the corner of the room, up on the raised platform. There sat a group of men, all handsome and most with a cigar in their mouth and a woman under their arms. They were surrounded by cigar smoke and alcohol and they looked extremely dangerous but for some reason, you couldn’t look away — especially when you realise that you had stopped on the figure of a tall, brunette man who was already gazing back at you.

“_____,” Joy whispered urgently, following your eyes to the group of men and her own widening when she realised what you were watching. Her hand encased your wrist and at her desperate tugs you found the strength to break your eye contact. “_____, don’t look at them. It’s better if you just ignore their presence completely.”

“Why?” You frowned, voice quiet, as if they could hear you — but you weren’t taking that chance, not in this place. “W-who are they?”

“They’re called NCT,” Wendy interrupted quietly, eyes flickering behind you. “Vampires. Very powerful, very dangerous, best to be avoided — okay?”

Although you were no stranger to the world of the supernatural, you weren’t good at matching faces to names and honestly, if you had to guess what that group of good-looking men were, you would have thought that they were Fae — entrancing, ethereal, hypnotic, garnering everyone’s attention with little to no effort.

You felt guilty at the rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins, because you could most definitely feel eyes burning into your back and your mind was still focused on that mysterious brunette, but you exhaled, a smile pulling at your features. “Okay.”

There was almost a collective sigh of relief, and although the question of what those men had done to get people to fear them so much plagued your mind, you were quickly thrown into conversation when Yeri suggested that you and her go and get the drinks at the bar — the two youngest, she had said. And you couldn’t argue with that.

You were much too aware that he was still watching you as you and Yeri slip out of the booth and make the short journey to the bar, where two man with wands were whizzing up drinks at the speed of light.

“Um, one Mediterranean Depth, two Faery Rings, two Scarlet Hearts and…” Yeri trailed off, her eyes drifting to you uncertainly, and you immediately felt sick at the attention placed on you. You had no idea what half of the things she listed were — hell, you barely had any knowledge on mortal alcohol!

“U-uh,” you gulped, looking at Yeri desperately, “I’ll have—”

“She’ll have a Mortal Lifespan, Zelo,” a voice rumbled from behind you. You didn’t even have to turn to know who it was, and you’re shocked by the clammy feeling of your hands and the loud thumping of your heart. Yeri’s eyes were wide and she wasn’t discrete with her fearful staring, and everyone could see how she grasped your wrist and tugged you towards her.

He stepped beside you, though, and the ability to see him up close had you breathless. His hair was fluffy and longer than most of the men present, who wore their hair short and slicked back. Tan skin, a strong jawline, tall and thin, dressed in dress pants and a button up and his eyes, his eyes, they looked like pools of swirling dark brown, infinite and filled with flickers of golden amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring—

“Fitting, isn’t it?” He rose an eyebrow, eyes not even stuttering towards Yeri. His attention was focused solely on you. “Not many mortals come to Hell.”

You had no idea what to say. Your throat felt like it was closing up at the idea of speaking to Tall, Dark and Handsome, but he only seemed to think your behaviour was cute — your cheeks were burning when you heard a chuckle escape him.

“How is it?” He asked carefully when ‘Zelo’ passed you a short glass of dark purple iridescent liquid. You took a hesitant sip, ignoring Yeri’s desperate eyes as you let the strange flavour drift over your tongue and burn down your throat.

“It’s nice,” you answered, a shy smile appearing on your face. Your eyes flickered between his own and the glass in your hand. “Tastes like… blueberries.”

“Somethin’ told me you’d like it,” he grinned, before he stuck out a hand. “I’m Johnny, doll.”

Yeri was practically shooting daggers into your back, but as if you were compelled, you let your hand slip into his, smile growing as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “_____.”

“_____, the others are waiting for us,” Yeri interrupted, but she wasn’t looking at you, only at Johnny. It was the most serious you had seen the usually bubbly girl. “We should go…”

“Well, surely, your friends wouldn’t mind if I stole this lovely lady for a dance?” Johnny inquired charmingly, his eyes floating from Yeri to you. “That is, if you want to, _____.”

Wendy’s words from earlier were suddenly very prevalent in your mind, and you felt as if you were caught between a rock and a hard place. You wanted to dance with him, so very badly — but your friends were adamant that you stayed away from him.

And maybe they would absolutely loath you after this — maybe they would call you an idiot, a stupid, brainless girl… But he was smiling so hopefully at you and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down. You didn’t think you wanted to, anyway.

“I… I’d very much like that.” Yeri was gaping by that point.

But you both payed her no mind, and your drink was placed back on the bar as he intertwined your fingers and led you to a spot in front of the stage, amongst other couples and groups. A slower, jazzier song had begun to play, and the singing had managed to get even more smooth, more seductive, more romantic.

“So,” Johnny murmured when you got into a nice rhythm. His hands were low on your waist and yours were placed on his shoulders, and strangely, you didn’t mind the close proximity of your faces. If anything, it made you want to close the distance… “I meant what I said earlier, you know. Not many mortals come to Hell.”

“Well I’ll have you know, Mr. Johnny,” you began quietly, playfulness seeping into your tone of voice, “I’m not like most mortals.”

“You sure aren’t.”

And he spun and dipped you, and you hoped vampires didn’t have terribly good hearing, because the amount your heart rate sped up was embarrassing.

•••

Months had passed since the faithful night in which you were introduced to Johnny Seo — and you were thankful to say that you didn’t regret your decision to dance with him one bit.

Your loss of friendship with the Red Velvet Coven of Witches had been disappointing at first — they wouldn’t meet your eyes, and when they did you were on the receiving end of nasty glares — but you quickly realised that your friendship hadn’t been very strong, anyway, and you were better off not being friends with people as immature as they were.

Besides, you had made new friends. Not only had Johnny’s brothers welcome you with open arms, their friends and beaus were more than happy to make you feel at home. It was strange to think that the people you were closest to were mere strangers to you only a few months ago.

Things with Johnny were going swell. Even thinking about him had you positively glowing, but you were proud to admit that. It wasn’t hard to like him, in all honesty. With his charisma and humour and sweet personality and his protectiveness — you had really scored a goal this time. And, for once, you thought he liked you back.

You danced, you talked about things you had never talked about when the night blurred into early morning… He more often than not referred to you as his beau, his girl, his sweetheart — and even though you never confirmed anything, you thought it was safe to say that the feelings were mutual.

Which brings you to this moment. In Hell, with Nina’s smooth voice drifting over the pair of you like a warm blanket. The golden light cast upon your skin reminded him of the sun, and he knew that to him, you were just as important.

He held you in his arms like you were priceless, like he had to protect you. You didn’t know what had changed in him that night, but he seemed different — more open with his affections, for one. You had forehead kisses many a time that night, your fingers interlinked, his thumb rubbing circles against your cheek fondly; you were not one to complain, though.

“Did the Red Velvet ever explain much to you about vampires?” The peaceful silence between you broke the second the words exited his mouth, but you found them much more relaxing than the silent stillness.

“Not much,” you shrugged, lifting your head from his chest to meet his eyes. “Why? Is there something you want me to know, Seo?”

Johnny chuckled warmly, but he didn’t answer you, at least not immediately. He spun you gently, admiring the swish of your dress with every step you took, and then he pulled you as close as possible. “I just feel — as your personal vampire archive — that I should be educating you, baby.”

You giggled at his words, but rolled your eyes anyway: “Tell me something I don’t know, then.”

“Well,” he exhaled, biting his lip and throwing his eyes the the ceiling, as if he was thinking hard, “Maybe the most important thing to know — we drink blood—”

“How stupid do you think I am?” You snorted lightly, pushing his shoulder when he laughed at your reaction. “Come on — tell me something new, something interesting.”

“Okay,” he finally agreed, his playful smile melting down to a more sombre and serious expression. “So, vampires — they mate for life.”

“You gonna elaborate?” You tease.

“I’m getting to it — be patient, would you?” He clears his throat. “A vampire’s mate is picked from the moment they’re born or created. It’s like… the universe knows who will compliment them as a person, and a vampire knows exactly who their mate is just from being in the same room. You can smell them, you know — and like I said, vampires mate for life. Being away from your mate for too long can make you sick, it can make you hallucinate… You can only get rid of them if you reject your mate.”

“So you have a mate out there somewhere, huh?” You echoed, trying to not let the disheartening stone of sadness in your stomach show in your facial expression or voice.

“Somethin’ like that.”

He watched you carefully, scoping your reaction and registering every flicker of your eyes to the floor, every uncertain bite of your lips.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Johnny continued slowly, and your head lowers. You expected the worst: he found his mate, and now you couldn’t be together. He’d go off and be happy with someone the bloody universe had picked for him…

“You… You’re mine, doll.”

You remember that moment perfectly; your head snapped up, your eyes were wide, and you stared at Johnny for a good 5 minutes before you found the strength within yourself to speak — and when you did… “Y-You — and me?”

“Not too disappointed, I hope?” He raised an eyebrow as your expression changed in seconds from shocked to confused to happy, eyes glassy and lips pulled tight in the most genuine smile you had ever managed to pull off.

“The exact opposite!” You cried, arms abandoning their places on his shoulders and winding around his neck. He gladly accepted your embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and all he could think in that moment was how complete he felt.

•••

“Heard you and Johnny were official,” the voice that is directed at you startles you, and if it were not for your strong grip on your bookshelf, you surely would’ve toppled over.

You peer down from the ladder you were propped up on, and to your utmost surprise you see Yeri. You haven’t spoken in months, and the confusion must show on your face. She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and looking away from you.

“Just wanted to make sure you were still alive.”

You figure that with a conversation starter like that, you’d want to have your attention fully invested, so in secinds you’ve climbed down the ladder and are facing Yeri with narrow eyes and furrowed brows.

“You haven’t spoken to me in months,” you begin uncertainly, “Why now?”

“Look, ____,” Yeri sighed, “You’re new to this, okay? You’re human, too. You don’t know how dangerous they are. You’re going to get yourself hurt—”

“I appreciate your advice, but I suggest you leave,” you interrupt coldly. How stupid were you? Of course she would only speak to you when it concerned Johnny. “Johnny is on his way to meet me, and I doubt you’d like to see him face to face again.”

You climb up your ladder once again, and even though you’re browsing through the books, you can tell that the concern on Yeri’s face is genuine and it makes you more curious than scared. What grudge did the Red Velvet Coven of Witches have against NCT?

Yeri leaves after a few seconds of shaking her head at your stubborn nature, but you stay in your position, waiting for your mate to arrive. But day transitions to night, and Johnny Seo is nowhere to be found.

The library closes at 7 and you must look like an idiot, insisting that you’re waiting for someone and that he’d be there any minute. In the end, you’re forced outside and into the cold, but still, you persevere, sitting on the cold library steps. It’s chilly outside and you forgot a coat, but you can’t leave until he arrives and you get an explanation…

Shock rises through your body when a coat is dropped onto your shoulders, but the hope blossoming in your chest is flattened like a garden weed when you peer up and see Yeri looking down at you pitifully.

“We gotta get you home, _____.”

“He never skips out,” you croak, hugging the coat closer to yourself. But suddenly the realisation is more noticeable than ever and you feel your eyes prick with tears. “W-why would he skip out on me?”

She says nothing, and only offers you a warm hand up.

•••

The symptoms come in slowly, almost unnoticeable. With every day that Johnny remains missing from your life, your condition worsens; at first, you begin to get headaches. Then, random pangs of pain throughout your body. Your eyesight goes fuzzy for random intervals of time, after, and dizziness follows.

You know that you’re not the only person experiencing the symptoms. Johnny must be feeling something — so why wasn’t he coming back to you? Had something happened? Or maybe — maybe he just regretted you…

Your ribs begin to ache. Every morning and night you throw up what little food you managed to digest during the last 24 hours, and you constantly feel nauseous. You began to see him everywhere — you began to hear his voice, and you could almost feel his thumb against your cheek, rubbing circles into your skin fondly as he normally did.

You’ve called out sick from work for the past 2 weeks, and you were sure your unemployment was imminent — and it was hard nowadays to find a job. And when you think it can’t get worse, it does — oh, it does.

Another scream is ripped from your throat as a sharp pain strikes your stomach like a lightning bolt. Your body is sweaty and tired, your head is pounding and tears are running nonstop down your face. The pain is unreal, but you’re glad that you’re not alone.

“It hurts, it hurts,” you gasp between breaths, clutching your stomach desperately. Yeri is brushing damp hair away from your face frantically, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy as you writhe in pain.

Since that day at the library, she had managed to worm herself back into your life, offering emotional support — and, when the pain began sneaking up on you — physical support, too.

You were completely in her debt for the friendship and care and support she had provided for you in your time of need. You could barely walk without collapsing but she was always quick to pick you up despite warning you to stay away from the man who caused this — she told you that you’d get hurt.

You never knew why she decided to stick around despite your blatant disobedience to her extremely important instructions, but you wouldn’t trade her for anything.

At first, she didn’t realise that your sickness was occuring because of the mate bond — but the second that she took out her spellbooks and researched your symptoms, she knew. Sympathy had filled her features, because she knew what pain was to come if Johnny didn’t come back to you. She had pet your hair fondly, voice thick with tears as she whispered, “Oh, sweetie.”

Needless to say, you had bonded with her in between the intervals of spine-breaking pain and tortuous breathlessness.

She had proposed that instead of you breaking your back trying to find Johnny, her coven sisters would search around the places he frequented at — because Johnny would surely smell you coming, and he’d be gone like the wind.

You pretended that the thought of seeing him, despite the pain he’d caused, didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

A choked whimper fills the air, your back arches off of your mattress and you have to restrain yourself from digging your fingernails into your ribcage in an attempt to stop the pain crackling through your lungs like a dozen sharp knives.

“Please,” you sob, “S-stop the pain… Please, Yeri—”

“Wendy is trying to find him, _____,” Yeri nods frantically, taking your hands in hers, “It’s okay, alright? Your body is just reacting to not being near him for so long — you’re gonna be fine, do you hear me?”

Her words do nothing to soothe the anxiety that wells up inside you as you feel the beginning of another wave of powerful pain — but this one is much more intense and scream-inducing than the other ones, and your body has grown weak and frail from hours of trying to not succumb to the excruciating sensations—

The last thing you hear is a panicked gasp as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your vision blackens.

•••

The first feeling you’re aware of is the strange numbness of pain — as if everything you had been feeling had been doused in antibiotics and ointments that were only taking effect now.

The second feeling is warmth. There’s a heaviness over the majority of your body that you identify as your duvet, and a general warmth that you figure must be the sun shining through your window, but the more prominent source comes from something beside you — something breathing, something holding you close.

It’s that realisation that has your eyes fluttering opening, trying to adjust to the light in record time just to make sure that the person beside you is the person you’ve been longing for. And sure enough, when you stir and peer through your lashes at the man beside you, you’re faced with the familiar coffee eyes of Johnny Seo.

“Baby,” he smiles gently, adjusting you so that you faced him properly despite your expression of tired confusion. “How’re you feeling?”

“How… how am I feeling?” You croak, clearing out your throat with a cough. He nods expectantly, eyes almost urging you to speak, and the sheer concern in his eyes makes you laugh humorlessly. “I… I feel horrible.”

“The pain should be going down by now—”

“You left me,” you start, voice shaking with anger, “After explaining to me how severe the consequences of leaving your mate could be — you left me? You knew what I was going through but Yeri had to get her sisters to hunt you down—!”

“You don’t understand, doll—”

“Yeah, damn right I don’t,” you scoff, pulling yourself from his embrace and slipping from the sanctuary of your bed. You pull the dressing gown from your wardrobe, muttering to yourself furiously as you tie it around your waist — “And don’t call me doll, either.”

“Come on,” Johnny pleads, watching as you begin to fish for a hair tie on the messy surface of your vanity, “Don’t be like this, sweetcheeks—”

“Unless you have a perfectly good reason for why you left me out of the blue, Johnny Seo,” you narrow your eyes, “I’m going to continue being like this.” You turn your back to him and begin to focus on tying your hair up.

“I went to the library that day, you know.”

“Well, did I see you? No.”

“I heard you and Yeri, alright?” Johnny snaps.

You slow your actions, turning towards him slightly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“It got me thinking,” he mutters, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. He only exhales softly, climbing out of your bed and circling around it until he stands in front you. “I don’t want to hurt you, _____.”

“Hurt me?” You echo in disbelief, folding your arms. “You’re not going to hurt me, Johnny. I know that. I’m not scared of you or what you can do—”

“You should be.” His jaw is clenched, and in the next second, before your very eyes, you’re pushed away from your vanity and are pressed against the opposite wall — and despite his actions, he’s extremely careful with pushing you against the wall too hard.

He’s breathing heavily, and with a start you realise that two shiny, gleaming white fangs are pressed into his bottom lip. Despite the fact that he’s so close, fangs inches from your jugular, you don’t feel nervous.

“Scream. Run. Cry — say you hate me—”

“I’m not going to do that!” You exclaim. In fact, you don’t think you could ever do that. Even thinking of the words forming on the tip of your tongue left a sour taste in your mouth. “You want me to hate you but I won’t — I never have and I never will!”

Silence reigns over the room for the next moment, before he pushes himself away from you with a grunt, running his hands through his messy locks.

“I don’t know where this doubt is coming from,” you frown, easing closer towards him, “But you have nothing to worry about…”

You place your hands hesitantly on his triceps, and taking his silence as approval, you encase him in a hug, letting his chin rest softly on the top of your head.

“I trust you,” you whisper, pulling back to meet his overcast eyes. “Can’t you trust me and listen to what I’m saying?”

He holds your gaze for more than a while, his eyebrows are knitted together and he looks like he’s thinking much too hard about your statement, until he sighs and takes your hands in his.

“If you want to leave me, tell me now,” he begins quietly. Your heart sinks at the pure seriousness in his voice. It’s a tone you’re not too familiar with. “I’ll reject you, you can live a normal, full, human life.”

“You told me just a few weeks ago vampires mate for life,” you shake your head, your right hand pressing against the back of his neck to draw him closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere, Johnny.”

You swear you hear him sniffle a bit but he’s pressing his lips to yours before you can point it out, and the warmth that wells in your stomach is welcomed after the pain you had been living in for the passed day.

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The Heart Is Flexible

Summary: Thor pierces Loki’s ear and tells him all about this thing called piercer crush.


His piercer looks hot.

He has to be new around here because Loki has never seen him before. The guy who did his tongue piercing around four months ago is gone-Loki asked around the shop and one of the guys said he’s in jail, this other person said he’s hiking in hell and this girl said: “the fucker’s dead.” ; second and third options sound kinda similar though so Loki goes for the dead assumption and dead people are always replaced by some living ones and so he has this gorgeous babe here getting ready to stick this huge needle in his ear, pulling on a pair of black gloves and Loki can’t stop staring.

He’s so tall he makes the room look like a matchbox and there’s no way he’s under 6'5. He’s wearing a white cut-off shirt and it says ‘slay’ on the front; the letters are bold and black and the L is actually a fucking sword pointing down, the tip of the blade ending just above his navel, silver watch on the left wrist catching the light, a leather bracelet on the right, a ring on each thumb and a cool neck tattoo-roses or something-in black and red ink.

“Ever done this before?”

Loki wishes it’s just the piercer trying to make small talk but it’s not, some part of Loki’s brain thought teasing would be an awesome thing to do and once the words are there on his tongue there’s no way to keep his mouth shut.

The piercer looks amused and looks at him and his eyes are this mind-blowing shade of blue and Loki pushes the warm metal bar against his front teeth because he’s always toying with his tongue piercing when he’s nervous and fucking up.

The piercer snaps one glove on, “I should be the one asking, you look like you cut Biology or something to be here.”

“Just started college.”

“You’re shitting me,” the piercer looks him over, “you look sixteen.”

“Well, I’m not,” Loki says and the piercer grabs the needle and his chair and moves close to Loki.

He’s putting the second glove on and after taking a long peek into Loki’s eyes he concludes with a smirk, “you look sneaky. I like it.”

“Where’s Matt?” Loki finds himself asking because people calling him sneaky calls for a change of subject cause he is, in fact, sneaky and how dare they uncover his secret so easily?

Pop!

The piercer’s gum goes off like a tiny bomb and even when he’s got his frown on he still looks hot, “who?”

“The piercer that was here before you. Purple hair. Tragus in both ears.”

“Ah, that dude,” the piercer fiddles with the plastic keeping the needle clean and skims the ceiling with his eyes, “heard he got swallowed by some whale or something while diving god knows where. Whale didn’t like the way he tasted so it spat him out and now he’s in some cuckoo place trying to work through the trauma.”

Loki raises an eyebrow.

The piercer raises one gloved hand, “swear to god. That tattoo artist, what’s her name? Gina, we talked about it just yesterday.”

“She told you the whale thing?”

“She did. But everyone turns into a storyteller around here when it comes to this guy. Looked like an asshole to me, to be honest.”

The piercer fingers the blue head of the needle and he’s looking from one of Loki’s eyes to the other.

“You liked him or something?” he asks and Loki’s eyes get all wide because what the fuck.

“Matt?”

“Mm-hm.”

Ooh, this guy’s a flirt. Truth was, Matt looked like a suicidal giraffe and had zero sex appeal, but hey, let’s see what happens.

“Oh yeah,” Loki says and gives the piercer a one –shouldered shrug, “I mean, who could resist that face?”

The piercer squints at him with his left eye and his lashes from up close are phenomenal, looking like threads of gold and his blonde hair is brushing his shoulders and Loki squirms in his seat, pushing his shoulders back into the chair, trying to find a comfortable spot and look cool all at the same time.

“You know,” the piercer says and hands Loki a little mirror, “there’s this thing called piercer crush.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” he says and uncaps his purple marking pen, “show me where you want it.”

Yes, please.

The mirror’s frame has dragons engraved on it and Loki looks at his own reflection and he looks nothing like this golden god sitting there in front of him waiting to put a little dot where Loki wants the piercing to be; his eyes are simply grey and his cheekbones are showing, lips really thin like his mother’s, black wavy hair reaching just under his jaw.

The piercer looks at him and when Loki just stares at himself and wonders what the hell is that piercer crush thing and did the guy just make it up on the spot, the piercer leans forward and tucks Loki’s hair behind his left ear.

Loki looks at him and the piercer hands him the pen, “you wanna do it?”

And miss the touch of god’s fingers on his ear? No way.

“You do it,” Loki says and tilts his head back a bit to see better.

“How about here?” Loki points to a spot and the piercer gets so close his hair almost brushes Loki’s cheek and he smells amazing, just like the ocean.

And there’s his fingers touching Loki’s ear and how warm they feel makes Loki realize his ears are freezing cold.

Then, a little poke-the tip of the pen against his skin-and when Loki looks in the mirror again there’s a purple dot close to the top of his ear and it’s exactly where Loki wanted it.

“That’s kinda it,” he says to the piercer because too many praises are never a good thing and the piercer gives him this look that says: 'it’s the pro’s league here, baby. We’re better than you’ and Loki pulls a face.

The piercer puts the pen on the table and comes over to the other side, the wheels of the chair making a fuss.

Loki watches those beautiful hands with their long strong fingers toying with the plastic and the piercer takes one long look at his mouth before tearing the plastic off the needle.

“Did that Matt guy do that?”

“Do what?”

“Your tongue piercing.”

“He did, actually,” Loki says and getting it done hurt so bad because Matt had zero talent at this, should have gone for mechanics instead, but this gorgeous creature here doesn’t need to know about that, “I never told you I have one. How did you know?”

“You keep playing with it,” the piercer says and here they are again, his eyes on his lips and the little metal bar makes a tiny clink when it hits the back of Loki’s teeth and the piercer smirks like 'I knew it’.

“So that piercer crush thing,” Loki says and tries to look like he doesn’t care, “what’s it all about?”

Loki swears he can hear the piercer give this little hum before pulling himself close to Loki so he can reach his ear nice and comfortable.

“Well,” he says and Loki blinks when he feels those fingers on his ear again, followed by the tip of the needle, “we have this saying around here.”

“What, in your little piercers circle?”

He chuckles and Loki feels his gloved knuckles brushing against his cheek as he’s angling the needle and it feels more than nice.

“Yeah. We have like this kinda secret society thing here and all we do is get together on the weekends and just make shit up because what can you do, right? So-”

And Loki thinks about those rings there under all that black latex and to feel them on his lips would be heavenly.

The piercer’s forearm touches his shoulder and the latex on his ear feels cool and Loki fists his hands in his anarchy is power t-shirt.

“We think that this is this intimate thing, to get something like this done. It’s another person touching your body and it’s a lot like love in a way. You trust this person and you share this secret with them because sometimes people keep the fact that they want something like this done hidden. Sometimes you let this person see parts of yourself no one has seen before. There’s a lot of trust there, you know?”

And Loki’s lashes flutter when he feels the needle going in. He takes a sharp breath in and holds it and he can feel the piercer’s eyes on him, and they’re soft.

“And the pain,” the piercer says and his voice is as smooth as the way that needle’s going in, “it feels a lot like pleasure.”

Another sting, this time of the needle going out the other way and Loki closes his eyes, his ears growing warm.

“So we say you get a piercing done, you crush on the person who put it in you-” and there’s the cool bar going in, Loki’s first Helix and the piercer backs away a little to give Loki a smile, “piercer crush.”

He gives Loki the mirror again and Loki takes a look and it’s not the piercing he chose for himself; the bar is silver and the little things keeping it in place are pink and when Loki looks more carefully he spots a tiny heart engraved there on the bar and shit he’s blushing.

“Matt was my first,” Loki says.

“And I’m your second,” the piercer says and grins, “hey, the heart is flexible.”

Jealous (Demon Yoonseok)

Name: Jealous
Rated: M for smut and slight pet play
Pairing(s): Yoonseok, implied Jikook, Namjin and past Yoonmin
Summary: Yoongi needed someone to alleviate his desires after Jimin simply refused to indulge him. Having no other choice he hangs with Hoseok and the younger demon finally snaps and pounces, tired of seeing Yoongi going to others instead of him. Yoongi needs to be taught that he doesn’t need anyone, but himto give him what he needs.

Based off of @ask-summoner-jin ‘s au. Here you go to all sinners!

OKAYYYY SO ALPHA ENABLE ME TO WRITE SMUT!!! I CAN’T EVEN!!!! This is based of this ask of hers: https://ask-summoner-jin.tumblr.com/post/158787667279/pet-play

PS. I didn’t edit this so if there’s typos I apologize

SMUT BELOW DON’T READ ID YOU DON’T LIKE!

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I Shouldn’t - Theo Raeken Smut

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Fem. Reader

Warning: Basically just smut 

Requests: none 

A/N:  I wrote this out of sheer bordem so sorry if it sucks, also REQUESTS ARE OPEN if you want me to make your wildest dreams come true ;)) Enjoy!

I strolled down the loud and crowded halls of Beacon Hills High School. Hopelessly searching for the boy who makes my heart beat quicken and makes my breath gets caught in the back of my throat just with his piercing eyes. The entire pack has told me countless amounts of time I shouldn’t get close to Theo, especially my brother Derek Hale. But I couldn’t help myself stare when I saw him in the hallways. One day, in particular, Derek and the pack went over to Scott’s for a pack meeting and Derek decided to leave me at home since he didn’t want me to deal with their problems as a way to keep me safe. 

I lazily laid sprawled out on the grey couch beneath me when my head perked up to the loud clang of a knock coming from the large metal front door. I let out a deep sigh before strolling up to the door and tugging it open to reveal Theo standing in the door frame with a smug smirk taped to his face.

“Theo?” I choked out in disbelief to see him at my front door. “W-What are you doing here?” I timidly asked, unsure of what his plans were. 

“Heard you were going to be alone for a bit and I thought I could keep you company,” He smirked at me as he leaned against the metal fence surrounding the balcony. His way with words constantly made me melt and at this point, I was putty in his hands, ready at his disposal. 

“How did you know I was going to be here alone?” I questioned as I tried to keep a wall of confidence up, but alas it was slowly crumbling.

“Let’s just say that Scott needs to get better at keeping his plans secretive.” Theo chuckled at his response and pushed himself off the fence and casually welcomed himself into the house. I watched in awe as he simply gave the house a view before plopping down on the couch I was just sitting on not too long ago. I pulled the door closed and followed him over like a lost puppy, overjoyed by the fact that Theo Raeken was in my house.

“Why did you come here?” I asked and he looked at me with a devilish smirk.

“I see the way you look at me in the halls, it’s like you’re undressing me right in the middle of the hallway, I can constantly smell the arousal on you whenever we’re close, you’re heartbeat quickens and I’d be lying if I didn’t do the same.” He looked at me with dark eyes and he leaned in closer. My brain exploded with a thousand questions and also with excitement over the idea that Theo felt the same way. Instead of replying with words, I replied by rushing to place my lips onto his as if it was the last time I’d see him. He happily replied to the kiss by turning it rougher as he lightly bit down on my bottom lip causing me to let out a soft moan in pleasure. Theo pulled me into his lap quenching both of our needs to be closer to one another. I let my hands trail down his torso as I felt his abs through the thick fabric of his sweater. Once my hands proceeded to reach the bottom of the cotton I held onto the hem of it and yanked it over his head, exposing the toned werewolf physic he had. Theo began to leave rough kisses down my neck and leading to my collarbone but quickly got frustrated when the shirt I was wearing made an inconvenience to him, which led to him ripping it over my head and raking his eyes up and down my body at the new land of skin he bestowed his eyes upon.

“God, you are absolutely breathtaking,” Theo murmured sincerely with a grin as he made his way back to my lips, kissing them now with a soft and loving passion to it. As my hands cascaded down his body like a waterfall I could feel his hard on being contained by his jeans and I slowly began to palm him through the fabric allowing him to let out a deep growl in satisfaction. I grinned into our kiss with content at his sounds and began to move faster. Theo pushed me off of him and took me by surprise, now my back pressing up against the couch and Theo hovering above my face with his strong arms capturing around me.

“I love the sound of your heartbeat picking up when I’m around you.” Theo seductively whispered into my ear. Soon following, he planted small kisses down my collarbone, through the valley of my bra clad breasts, and down my stomach until he grew closer to the waistband of my jeans. He looked up at me with longing eyes as if it was his way to ask for permission. I answered by giving a slight nod and Theo wasted no time in yanking them down my legs and removing his pants as well. The lean cut werewolf returned to his position and confidence growing inside me allowed me to unclasp the bra and throwing it down to the side letting my bare breasts be at his viewing pleasure. I watched as his eyes sparked with yellow and his pupils dilated. His smile grew animalistic and he dipped his head down, taking one nipple into his mouth and lightly biting down, motivating my back to arch and my hands gravitate to his blond hair, tightly pulling at the strands emitting a moan to release from his mouth. Theo moved from my breasts making me whimper from the lack of touch and he discarded his boxers allowing his constrained boner to spring free from the fabric prison it was just in. Theo did the same with my panties and I grew wetter at the impending pleasure I was about to receive.

“Tell me what you want (Y/N),” Theo said licking his lips hungrily.

“I want you to fuck me, Theo,” I whispered into his ear and he groaned happily at the response.

Wasting no time Theo filled me up with his large length and I instinctively let out a large moan, pleasure coursing through my veins and I could feel my eyes shift due to the foreign feeling. Theo looked at me perplexed at the ice blue glow in my eyes as he slowly began to thrust in and out of me. Soon the pleasure faded and craving began to take over, craving for more strength and faster speeds.

“Theo, please go faster,” I whined and he happily complied, picking up the pace sending new waves euphoria as he constantly hitting my g-spot. With each thrust granted Theo with a moan to slip from my lips. A knot built up in my stomach and I bit my lip from the beautiful feeling.

“Theo, I think I’m-” I started but Theo stopped me by pressing his lips to mine, tenderly.

“I know me too, just let it go.” At his words, I came crashing down like a tsunami and the pleasure built up like a wall came crumbling down. I couldn’t contain the feeling of screaming Theo’s name and running my fingernails harshly down his back. From the pain of my nails to my erotic noises, Theo too came crashing down from his high after a few more rough and sloppy thrusts.

Theo contently rested down on my and I softly ran my hands through his now sweaty hair.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” I said, my voice quiet and my throat dry.

“Always happy to help,” Theo grinned and lightly pecked my lips with gratitude.

In A Moment Ch. 6

An Avengers Series

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 2270

Warnings: 18+, slight smut. Mentions of oral (female receiving), m/m smut. Angst, mentions of torture, blood and some fluff.

A/N: I apologize in advance for this chapter.

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Screaming.

You could hear screaming.

You opened your eyes slowly. There was blood on your shirt and pants. You went to lift your hand to find out where it was coming from but found you couldn’t move your arms.

Lifting your head, you discovered you were bound in some machine. Your wrists were clasped in iron cuffs on each arm of the chair, while an iron band was holding your torso in place.

Why couldn’t you remember how you got here?

The screaming had stopped. Now you could hear men talking to each other in Italian. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying through the steel door.

You tried to conjure your ability. You centered what very little energy you had, but the purple vapor wouldn’t appear. When you felt like you were going to pass out, you quit trying. What was going on?

The heavy metal door opened in front of you and men in black suits started to file through. The last man to walk in was cleaning blood off a knife.

“I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up,” the man with the knife said, voice heavily accented. “I thought that maybe we pushed a little too hard on that brain of yours.”

You watched as he walked next to the machine you were strapped in. He typed something into the keyboard in front of the monitor before turning the screen to you.

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