“Hell no. Not happening — fucking ever. Not in your wildest dreams, princess.”
His response was immediate as you made your way down the hallway with the costume in hand. The look on his face as he realized the certain… entity that you were holding was beyond
priceless. It was of course the exact reaction that you had been expecting. His
brows furrowed while his top lip curled in disgust, the physically aversive
response to something as simple as a Halloween costume only causing your
amusement to run thicker. No, not even your boyfriend’s harsh refusal could
deter your mood, or your powers of persuasion for that matter.
“Oh, is that so?” You replied to Jimin, your brow arched in
a way that told him how so far from over this conversation was. “I seem to
remember that a certain someone lost a bet to me a few weeks ago? Remember that
game of poker? The deal was—”
“—This is what you
want to use your win from that on? Baby, c’mon anything else. You’re not this
evil, I know you aren’t… Are you?” He was pleading a little, his bottom lip
jutting out to try and tug at your heartstrings. Admittedly you felt a tiny
pull, but it was quickly overtaken by the image of Jimin wearing the costume
that was still dangling from the hanger in your hand.
Your mouth curved into a sultry smile as you made your way closer
to him. He was sitting down on the living room couch, a look of despair
flooding his eyes as he realized that there was no way in hell that you were
backing down from this. You sat the costume onto the open space next to Jimin,
his reaction a harsh flare of his nose. However, the tension soon dropped as
you went to straddle his lap, your hands swiftly moving to take their place on
either side of his face.
“You know, I really
thought that a demon would be a lot better at a game all about lying and
Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.
“Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.
“On your knees.”
Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.
“You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”
Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.
“Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.
“You dare to…”
“Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.
“Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”
“What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”
“Why should I even listen to you?”
“It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”
“I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.
You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.
After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.
“Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?” Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”
“I’m not the kind of person who…”
“Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”
“You’re not my king.”
“Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”
“Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”
“You talk too much.”
“I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.
“What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.
“Nothing. I’m just starving. ”
“I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”
“If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”
“I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”
“How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.
A warm breeze caresses your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.
“A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.
You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.
“I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.
“Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”
You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?
“You’re a jerk!”
“What’s a jerk?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. “It’s a lie, tough, you don’t need to worry.” You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.
“Oh my God. You are so funny.”
“I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.
“You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”
“Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”
“I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.
“You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”
“You say it like it’s a curse.”
“Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.
“I’ll stay. Well, if you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”
“If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”
“Now, tell me all your sorrows.”
“We may take some hours.”
Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”
so there seem to be a lot of lines that people are just overlooking. I don’t know what they might mean, but here they are
“Then again, i’m not exactly sure as to what we’re supposed to be celebrating here. I mean, it’s good to have the gang back together, but out of the blue like this seems…”-Damien (that sure makes Mark sound suspicious. why is he throwing this party? perhaps he wanted to fake his own death, and have lots of people there to witness. that’s why the body disappears.)
“Each on of them died. Each death more tragic then the last.”-Detective (Why did all of his partners die? and why is he still alive? did he kill his partners?)
“I know you hated him but, god damn it he reached out to you.” -Damien (Why does the Colonel hate Mark? Why did Mark reach out to him?)
(side note, when the Colonel is mocking Mark it sounds like Mark has wronged him in some way. Like they used to be friends, but then Mark got consumed by his money and riches and left the Colonel in the dust. Also, the Colonel says that Mark died from falling. A fall from that staircase wouldn’t kill Mark. Break a leg maybe, but not kill him)
if you listen closely, after Butler Tyler says “A domain of evil.” there’s a whisper. “Yes it is.” perhaps something horrible and tragic did happen down in that wine cellar basement thing.
When I fall asleep with my mouth open you crawl inside, up my tongue. Down my throat, whispering your evils, you slide. You’re inside my stomach now, tying knots in my intuition, destroying my trust in a “gut feeling”. You represent yourself in my dreams as a stoic, but a lover. Tender arms to fall into at last. But when my bloodshot eyes snap open, you’re laughing. Maniacal, silent, taunting. It’s killing me as slowly as possible, making sure I feel the agony of every inch of my body you’ve infiltrated with false promises and unspoken jeers. You are twenty miles away, or perhaps four thousand, but there you are, ever present — waiting for my guard to drop, waiting for a moment of happiness so that you can pounce once more, diving into the deepest realms of my being I once thought reserved for myself alone.
Request: Hello loves ❤ can I request a yoongi scenario(fluffy pls) about him being jealous/possessive? I’m not sure why you can just let your imaginations decide that thank you 😘❤❤❤❤❤ + Hey there~ I really like your scenarios and I was wondering if you girls could make an scenario where y/n’s brother came to visit and yoongi didn’t know (neither does he knows how her brother looks like) and then he finds him in his and y/n apartment. Her brother is staying a few days and yoongi during those days feels kinda jealous? Thanks 😊 Sorry if it isn’t very clear 😅 if you can’t do it I understand don’t worry
Genre: Fluff / Comedy.
Yoongi was eager to get home, he was supposed to have full schedule today but when the radio show they were attempting got cancelled he rushed home where you should be since you weren’t going anywhere that saturday, Yoongi had already a couple of things in mind for you to do with this free time, all of them in the bedroom. He looked at himself in the mirror in the elevator, he looked nice still with fashionable clothes and a his hair done, he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he liked to look his best for you, you were always so pretty sometimes Yoongi thought he was lacking. But he smirked at himself disregarding those thoughts, thinking about you who would already have that little silky pajama thing, even if it was still half afternoon.
Opening the door he got rid of his jacket and shoes but then he heard something that made him sharpen his ear. The sound of your laugh, Yoongi would have been delighted any day to hear it only that this it was accompanied by a man’s laughter.
He frowned thinking of who could possibly be here with you, you didn’t meet guy friends at home, you hadn’t told him anything about anyone visiting either. You squealed, sounding very pleased and something in Yoongi burned. Suddenly images of you with some guy laughing together, touching, kissing, you with that silky little thing on but to other man to take off, it made him inhale sharply, Yoongi stomped his way into the apartment following the sounds of laughter, you squealing, the man telling you were as mischievous as ever. It made him lose his cool completely, he didn’t want to believe what he was hearing so he stormed into the kitchen and saw you, in the arms of another guy.
You were fully dressed that was what he noticed first but his hands were on you and just that made his own hands go to fists, you were on the middle of the kitchen and it looked like he was tickling you or teasing you, both options sounding like big no’s for Yoongi, no other could be touching you like that.
-What the hell is this?-
You were startled to hear him, but as you looked his way you didn’t lose your smile, neither did you jump apart from that guy, Yoongi wanted to lunge at him, he wanted to tear his hands away from you.
-Babe you are here!- you smiled wider and the guy smiled a little too, what kind of twisted shit was this. -This is…-
But before you could say something else Yoongi walked to you and shoved the guy away, it was stupid for him to do it when he should just leave since you were having so much fun, but he couldn’t stand the sight of you with someone else.
-Yoongi!- you recriminated like he was on the wrong, him! Like he was the one fooling around and not you.
-Hey man…- the guy started speaking and his voice made him snap.
-Get the fuck out out here-
You walked until you were in between them frowning at Yoongi who was trying to keep his cool but he very well knew it was far gone.
-I’ll talk with you later Y/N, first this asshole has to…-
You felt something falling onto your eye making you jolt awake before realizing it was Scott’s drool. You squinted your eyes, slapping him slightly in his cheek, laughing knowing he can’t do anything about it right now. You were debating if you should get up to get a marker to draw on his face, instantly remembering Liam. The memories of him and you prancing Scott together making you remember of reality.
You jolt forward, making Scott’s resting figure fall against the couch, the impact making him wake up from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes before looking around, only to find you with Liam, a smile on your face as you carried him around pretending that his body was an airplane, the sound effects coming from you and inevitable giggles from Liam. He smiled lazily, but proudly, at his “family”.
His laugh caught your attention, you looked over to him smiling brightly. “He keeps calling me mama.” You boasted. He rolled his eyes, “Well seeing as he was a mama’s boy before this with you, I wouldn’t be surprised to him being so attached to you.” He noted, “A little too attached…” He mumbled, making it your turn to roll your eyes at him. “As much as I love baby Liam, we have to get him back to normal.” You sighed pinching his adorable cheeks.
Scott, Stiles, and you were hunched over reading articles, books, links, on mythology of werewolves, supernatural, and turning them into babies. You groan, making Liam look at you, his head tilting in a confused manner, like a puppy. The action being to adorable for you to be quiet, making you let out “awe’s” and rushing to him to hug him. He tried imitating the sound, only for him to fall short and release yelling sounds. “Maybe you and Scott should go and speak to Deaton. If there’s any way, he’ll know how to be able to help.” Stiles suggested making you look at him scared at what he’s suggesting.
“And whom do you think will take care of Liam?” You sarcastically asked. He smiled evil like, a cheshire smile forming on his lips. “I think it’s time my nephew and I spend some good ol’ quality time together.”
“That’s definitely not something you come across regularly.” Deaton frowned, “I mean we have seen it, but never to an extend of a baby.” He thought out loud. “Well…have you heard anything like this before?” Scott questioned hoping he’ll know how to turn his beta back. Deaton frowned stayed for a couple of seconds, his mind going over his memories because he knew there was something. It was almost as if it was in front of him. He looked up, noticing movement, Y/N standing there, deep in her thoughts, her hands tapping against the table underneath her. He eyes following her fingers to where a bottle payed next to her. Birth control for werewolves. It was in front of him!
Deaton let out a yelp, smiling at scaring the wolves inside his room. “Y/N do you remember the birth control I made especially for werewolves?” Deaton asked grabbing the bottles. You nodded, “uh..yeah…we don’t really need a refill. I mean, we’re kind of busy with the whole Liam turning into a bay that we haven’t gotten the chance t-” You rambled on, not seeming to be able to stop the horrid words from coming out of your mouth. Deaton cut you off, “No, that’s not what I brought it up. But thanks.” He joked smirking at a red Scott. “Do you remember the side effect?” He brought up again to Y/N.
You shook your head, to which Deaton nodded. “Well in some cases, it has affected the man and turned them into babies. Mythology going back to tying with karma of not letting nature take its course, but it’s rare, mostly thought to be myth.” He informed them, “Have you recently lost any pills?” He asked you. You nodded your head explaining you were missing two a while back, the exact day Liam turned.
All of you smiled before researching the myths and the cure. Deaton found out that they needed certain herbs, to which he promise he’ll get, but needed time.
Scott and you made your way back home to find Stiles crawled in a fetal position, rocking back and fourth. Once hearing your arrival, he sprinted to you, hugging and kissing your head. You were surprised by his actions, growing worried. Scott growled behind you, usually not getting jealous over his best friends, Stiles, but due to the lack of intimacy, he was very protective and possessive over you. Stiles rolled his eyes, his sarcastic ways over powering his dramatic act. “What’s wrong?” Scott huffed out. “The kid…he’s no baby, he’s evil.” He whispered scared of being heard from Liam. You looked around hearing giggling, eventually your eyes landing on Liam, a pair of underwear on his head, his hands clapping while he giggled. Your heart melted, while Stiles whispered, “Pure evil.”