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How BTS Would React to Their S/O Flirting with Another Member

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Request: Hi Raea~ Could you please do the boy’s reactions to their s/o flirting with another member and the punishment that would (or wouldn’t) follow :)

Jungkook

You two were at the album release party, and Jungkook had gone off to grab you drinks. When he came back, he noticed that Jimin had sat down beside you and was laughing with an arm on the sofa behind you. He took a seat on one of the bar stools a ways away from you and took in the scene, sipping his drink.  

Everything was bothering him, the way you had your legs crossed, the skirt riding up on your thigh, the way you twirled your hair, even the dress you chose that showed off your cleavage. When he saw you playfully put a hand on Jimin’s thigh, he downed your drink too and walked toward you, feeling himself heat up with anger.

Completely ignoring Jimin, he glared at you and said “Party’s over Y/N, we’re going home.” You got up and started walking toward the exit, Jungkook following close behind. As soon as you entered the corridor, you heard the door slam behind you, the sound echoing through the empty hall. Suddenly you were pinned against the wall, wrists above you with your furious boyfriend dangerously close to your face. “You’re such a fucking tease Y/N,” he muttered, cocking his head to the side with a smirk. “I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

Taehyung

You two had gotten into a fight the night before and when Taehyung woke up he found that the bed was empty. Feeling worried, he looked around drowsily, putting on his hoodie and getting up to go look for you. When he walked upto the kitchen he found you, still in your little PJ shorts, standing on a little ladder and searching for something on top of the cupboard. He was startled to find that you weren’t alone. Jin was standing beside you, talking about some new recipe he had found. He was trying, and failing, to avoid looking at your exposed tummy as you reached for the corn starch. “Can you help me get down Jin?,” you asked shyly, arms full of baking supplies. You held onto his shoulder with one hand while coming down and when the ladder wobbled, Jin grabbed you by the waist to stop you from falling. “Thanks,” you said, smiling slyly. 

“Aish, this little shit,” muttered Taeyhung, smirking. 

You suddenly noticed he was there and put down the supplies on the counter. 

“Oh. Good morning.” you said, a bit coldly. “Jin was just helping me set up for the charity bake sale tomorrow.”

“Sure he was,” he said, cocking his head to the side. You didn’t understand why he was smiling, you had assumed he’d be atleast  a little annoyed, but instead he looked cockier than ever. “Well, I’m going back to bed.” he said, taking one last look at you and grinning before turning to go to your room. 

A few hours later, you ventured into the room, covered in flour and tired after a long day of cooking. Taehyung put down his phone and propped himself up by his elbow. “You did all that to tease me, didn’t you Y/N?” He chuckled and motioned for you to come to him. Sighing and thinking about how much you need a shower, you picked up the small towel on the chair and went and sat on his lap, wiping the flour marks off of your face. He took the towel out of your hand and did it for you, lightly running it over your features.  He looked so focused that you weren’t really listening to what he said. “Hm?” you asked drowsily, still following his eyes as they travelled across your face. Suddenly he flipped you over, hands pinned to the bed on either side of your head. “I asked you, did you really think you could get away with that stunt you pulled today?” 

“What are you talki-” you started to mumble, but seeing the way his expression had suddenly changed, you whispered a quiet “No.” 

“Good.” he growled, letting go of your wrists.  “I want to see you, on your knees in the shower, when I get in. Bad behaviour needs punishment.”

Jin

He thought having dinner with the boys would be a nice way to introduce you to them, but watching you flirt with Yoongi was not so nice.  He spent the whole night looking over at you two and wishing you’d talk to him instead. As soon as the boys left, he felt relieved, sitting silently on the couch and watching TV. Seeing you walking toward him, he got up to go to your room, not wanting to talk to you for a bit.

“What’s wrong Jin? You were so quiet tonight,” you said with concern, reaching up to loosen his shirt. He took your hand away and avoided looking at your face.

This was different of him since if something was bothering him he always made a big deal about it, yelling playfully, being the meme that he was. You knew you had hurt him tonight. “Jin, I just wanted to get to know your friends, that’s all,” you said. Looking down at you, his eyes darkened, and he started to walk toward you. His eyes, his height and his broad shoulders were suddenly intimidating to you, and you started to retreat until your back hit the wall. “I don’t care what you were doing, tonight, the only thing I want to hear is the sound of my name from your lips.”

Yoongi

Jungkook was the one who came on to you first, putting his arm behind you, and giving you looks that weren’t very innocent. It was incredibly annoying but Yoongi kept his mouth shut and just observed. What annoyed him even more was that you were responding to it, giggling and tucking your hair behind your ear while looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes. He sat beside you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and turned your face to look at him. “I think you and I both know what you’re doing right now and,” slightly tightening his grip on your chin, he leaned in and whispered “you better watch yourself Y/N or you’re gonna be fucked all night long when we get home.”  

Jimin

He and you danced together a lot at home, and depending on the mood, it usually turned into something else. So, naturally Jimin loved watching you dance, but not tonight, because you weren’t dancing with him. He watched you move against Taehyung’s body, and seeing the way he was looking at you was making Jimin want to strangle him. He loved you both, Taehyung as his brother who he’d spent over the last 5 years of his life with and you, the love of his life, but what he didn’t want to see was you two together like this. He didn’t say anything right then, he just got himself a drink and sighed.

Back at home, you could tell that something was off so you questioned him while you were taking off your dress to change into your PJs. He came up behind you and pulled down the zipper slowly. “You can only dance like that with me Y/N.” he said, nuzzling his face in the back of your neck. You turned to face him and he walked backwards, his head cocked to the side, never breaking eye contact with you, and sat back on the bed. He played a Weeknd song from his phone and tossed it aside. 

“Dance for me Y/N,” he said in a low voice.

“What, Jimin I don’t know how t-”

“You could do it with him but not with me? he asked, his eyes flashing. You understood how he felt, so you got up and walked up to him slowly. He pulled you onto his lap. “This is going to be a long night babygirl.”

Namjoon

He came back from the bathroom to see you laughing with your head back, hand on Hoseok’s knee. You were leaning in to whisper something in his ear and Hoseok was grinning sheepishly, and suddenly Namjoon  felt a pang of jealousy in his chest.

When the two of you got home, he closed the door behind you quietly and said in a low voice, “Did you have fun tonight Y/N?” 

“Yes i think so,” you whispered back, looking away, knowing that he had seen. He lifted up your chin sharply.

“Oh, it looked like you were having much more fun than that, babygirl.” He smirked when you bit your lip, looking needy. 

“You’re not getting that satisfaction tonight Y/N. Bring me the paddle from our room.” he ordered.

“A paddle? Wha- Oh my god when did you buy a paddle what the hell-” He cut off your words by pushing you against the wall. 

“Do you want a different punishment then? I can think of alot of other things we could be doing.” 

“No, i-I’ll bring it,” you mumbled, finding his heavy gaze arousing. 

“Go. I want you across my lap in five minutes.”

When you started to leave, he grabbed you by the waist, and whispered into the nape of your neck. “You’re getting a spanking for every time his name left your mouth, I hope you’re ready Y/N.” He let go and you stood there thinking about how much you liked it when he got like this.

Hoseok

“Why won’t you talk to me Hobi?” you asked running up to him as he walked faster to move in front of you. To be honest you kinda knew why. Namjoon had been with you all evening, and you had let him, slightly ignoring Hoseok. You two were walking to your car, having left the party early per his request. Wanting to break the silence, you said playfully, “Wow why did we park so far away from the others, there’s literally no one here, it’s like an abandoned lot or something, God we’ve been walking for more than half an hour I-” You stopped rambling, when you heard him pull in a sharp breath. “Y/N I know you feel guilty and that’s why you’re mumbling so much, but I swear to god if you don’t stop trying to console me I’m going to bend you over this car and fuck you right here.” You stared at him and rubbed the back of your neck, trying to understand what he was thinking as he scanned you with his eyes. “Oh fuck this,” he growled, hitching up your skirt as he pulled you closer to him. “I don’t think your punishment can wait.”

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Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU)

Your car jerks, wheels skidding on the ice beneath the freshly fallen snow. Driving on ice wasn’t something new to you. You drop your gear, slowing your engine and brake slowly. Just like your dad showed you. The bottom of the hill is approaching, slowly, steadily. There is no one driving along the cross street and you figure you’ll go ahead and coast through the intersection. It was only another couple blocks until you were home. Suddenly you jerk forward, head hitting the steering wheel, you car goes careening into the embankment that goes to a sewage run off canal. There’s a flash of red and you see a large truck skidding past your car as you slide into the canal sideways. Everything happens so fast you aren’t sure if you’re right side up or upside down. There’s a loud crunching, something hits you in the back of the head, glass shatters and you are jarred to a very sudden stop. The world is spinning, your head hurts and your leg feels like someone is sitting on it. You glance down and there is blood all over your jeans.

“Hello?! Are you awake?!” someone, a man, yells from far away.

You can’t see anything, vision spotty and snow covering your windshield. You look to your left and see your phone beside you…on the window. The car is on it’s side. “Help!” you yell but you can’t help but feel like it’s not quite loud enough. “Help! My leg!” your voice is weak and you start to cry, tears burning your eyes, pain and frustration getting the best of you.

“I’ve called for help!” the male voice shouts, still quite far away. “Are you hurt?!”

“My leg….my leg,” you sob, voice cracking. There’s a bitter sweet acrid smell permeating the air and suddenly you can’t breathe. It was suffocating, sickeningly sweet. You knew that smell. It was antifreeze leaking from your car. Your heart races, you’re scared that this is the end. This was how you died. In a flipped car, asphyxiated on chemical fumes and bleeding to death. You pass out, the smell and the pain in your leg overwhelming you.  

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kayrukitsune  asked:

Sorry if someone's already said this but... My personal hc is that Bim Trimmer is a Jim. He loved the limelight, being on television runs in the family... but he needed a stage name to set him apart from the Jim News channel. It stands to reason that a Jim would come up with a pseudonym as "original" as Bim.

oh shit!!! i can definitely get behind this!!!

i definitely believe that showmanship and wanting to be a star is definitely a jim family trait. and this jim wanted to stand out, he wanted to be the best dang host of a game show ever. but how could he achieve that when all his family literally shared his name? they could steal his credit?

and that’s how he changes his name to bim. maybe he was hanging at a coffee shop and got a coffee with the name “jim jimmer” but the lady writing his name probably accidentally wrote “bim trimmer” and he liked how that name sounded and kept it. 💚

“Broken” (Chapter Eighteen)

Surprise! Two chapters today! As a thank you I expect lots of asks and various exclaiming over every detail of this beautiful chapter. I want to hear what everyone’s favorite part was!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy the hell out of this!
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Bucky was nowhere to be found for almost two days.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true, he was still sleeping in bed with Steve and Clint every night, but as soon as he got back from his run with Sam and Steve, he disappeared.

He wasn’t around for meals, or when Pepper made her famous double chocolate fudge brownies, that everyone ate entirely too many of and then spent a few hours trying to nap off the carbs on the couch.

When Natasha and Clint took off for a quick assignment, taking the jet to Chicago, Bucky wasn’t there to say goodbye, or to welcome them back the next day.

Bruce had sent a message via Steve asking Bucky to come down to the lab and take a look at the new design he was considering for his metal arm, and Bucky had never responded.

Tony was worried, but Steve assured him that Bucky was fine, just being overly quiet. That he still slept with his arms wrapped around Steve, and slept all night with no nightmares, Steve just didn’t know where he went during the day.

Bucky was just nowhere to be found.

So Tony was understandably surprised when he walked through his dark lab, and Bucky spoke from the couch in the corner.

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jazz festival ❖ sehun

It’s so nice talking with babies, isn’t it?❞ 


anon requested: Lately I’ve been really craving some more stories about Sehun, and would love if one of you would write something about him! I was thinking about a sugardaddy!Sehun story where he helps pay for the girl’s college in exchange for her to accompany him to company events. Maybe he could be a rich entrepreneur like 8-10 years older than the girl? In the end it would be cute if he had fallen in love with the girl and asks her to be his girlfriend. If the idea doesn’t intrigue you though then don’t feel pressured! I would love if one of you wrote it because your writing is amazing, but if you’re not feeling too sure about the idea don’t sweat it! If you do decide to write it though, I will look forward to it! Thank you :)) 💓 


mini-serie, sugar daddy!sehun, ceo!sehun, fluff, age gap, smut (in later parts) | velvet

✎ What fucked you up the most were his eyes, they never told you what was happening in his mind and how much he was hurting. His mask was going not only to hurt himself, but both of you and what was silently rising between you.


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Lifeline (2/?)

Jamie & Claire | AU | Claire doesn’t have a husband to return to. Jamie doesn’t have a price on his head. Seems like smooth sailing … right? (AO3)

I’d almost forgotten about this story … sorry !! But since there was no new episode yesterday, I decided to get my shit together and give you chapter two (yes, I know this is a poor substitute for THE reunion episode, but this is all I have!) Also thank you all so much for the lovely comments on chapter one!

Aaand a special shoutout to @bonnie-wee-swordsman who helped me with this chapter, she’s a lifesaver !! (or, at least a ficsaver) (It took some restraint though not to add “cue jaws theme” in the fic based on Bonnie’s comments …)

Also tagging @mibasiamille 😘

I. An Escape

II. The First Misstep

There can be danger in the lack of a purpose. When you no longer have something to give your life meaning, it’s awfully easy to throw caution to the wind and embark on a dangerous—and often foolish—journey.

Some people thrive in danger; they are hardwired to seek it out. For those people, the real danger is being idle, for boredom eats away at their very soul. They need a purpose like they need air to breathe, or food to eat.

Frank had said once he feared I loved my patients more than I loved him. He had said it half-jokingly, but he had been right.

I had always had a drive, though I had not always known towards what. But I kept moving forward, knowing I could never be content standing still. I had the tendency to seek out those dangerous environments other people would rather avoid, but I liked to think I didn’t have the fatal foolishness that some did. If I did, I would quite possibly find out soon.


On our way to Castle Leoch, Jamie regaled me with stories. He had told me about his uncles and Clan MacKenzie, after I’d shown quite a bit of enthusiasm for learning more about the place and its inhabitants. In truth, I had been to the castle once before—or would come there once more?—but at that time, it had been merely a ruin, inhabited by no one.

Foolish or not for putting myself in this situation, here I was, and I did think trying to learn something of the place to which I was headed was a good idea. Information would allow me to prepare, and preparation I definitely needed in order to lie effectively about my origin, for no one could know where I truly came from. Such was life for one with the misfortune of being cursed with a face of glass.

Jamie’s tales provided more than information, though. They were entertainment. He certainly had a gift for storytelling, and I enjoyed listening to him. Though his tales had initially unsettled me a bit, they were further confirmation that I truly was in the past—the eighteenth century—something I had realised when I happened upon Captain Randall, but still naïvely hoped to be a dream.

I hadn’t realised it then, but when Jamie asked me to come with him, I had made a decision to stay—for now, at least—in this time. There was little left for me where I came from, save that perilous boredom.

“I have to ask, Sassenach,” Jamie said, suddenly. “Why is it ye were lost in the forest in the first place? It seems unsafe for a lady such as yourself to travel alone, you could easily be—well, you know what could happen.”

I did. My unfortunate encounter with Captain Randall was not one I’d soon forget. It was only luck that had allowed me to get away unscathed. Luck in the form of a dashing rescuer, Jamie Fraser.

I tried to come up with a good explanation as to why I had wandered astray in the forest, but I had none. How could I tell him how I’d ended up here when I barely understood it myself?

I twirled the golden ring on my finger. I had told him I was widowed, mostly because I suspected the term divorced would be frowned upon, considering the times—even in my time, it wasn’t exactly something women would boast about.

I knew I had to tell Jamie something, even if I didn’t think he would force me to reveal something I didn’t wish to. He seemed to be a kind man, a gentle man, maybe even a loving man. He hadn’t talked extensively about his home, but he had mentioned a sister and of her, he’d talked very fondly. Family, it seemed, he valued greatly.

I took a deep breath.

“It’s a long story,” I began slowly, mentally berating myself for the, at best, clichéd opener; at worst, seeming attempt to stall or avoid answering altogether. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you why, but … I ran away.” That was partly true. With an ever-revealing face like mine, it was always better to stick closer to the truth than to outright lie.

That’s what I thought, at least, until Jamie, genuinely worried, said, “Are ye in danger? Are ye being chased by someone who wishes to do ye harm?”

His worry both warmed my heart and troubled me. Had he cared less, he would’ve asked fewer questions. It was unlikely that he’d be satisfied until he knew I wasn’t in any danger.

“No,” I said, with as much conviction as I could muster, “I promise, no one’s looking for me.”

I couldn’t see his face as we were on horseback, him sitting behind me, but I could imagine the look of concern that refused to leave his face.

“Did you know him?” I asked, eager to change the subject. “Captain Randall, that is.” I had seen how he’d looked at the captain when they fought, something that suggested there was more to his fury than seeing a stranger about to take a woman by force.

“Aye. I ken him.”

I glanced back, startled by the brevity. His gaze was fixed somewhere far off, his posture stiff. Whatever he was looking at, I couldn’t say, but then I thought neither could he. He seemed lost in thought, reliving a memory.

I was undeniably curious and wanted to ask how their paths had crossed before, what Randall had done to make this man hate him so. I didn’t ask, though. Whatever it was, if Jamie’s expression was anything to go by, it was not a pleasant topic of conversation.

While I understood that he might not wish to speak of something that seemed to pain him, I found myself a bit surprised seeing as he’d been so unusually, yet pleasantly, forthcoming with information about himself during our ride.

He had told me a number of things about himself. He had told me that, not too long ago, he had been an outlaw, and only recently had he been pardoned.

He’d said the price on his head had prevented him from returning to Lallybroch, as his ancestral home was called, and that was why he stayed at Leoch. What he hadn’t told me was why he, now a free man, chose to remain there, instead of returning home.


When we arrived at the castle, a woman rushed out to greet—or rather, scold Jamie. She eyed Jamie with disapproval and me with suspicion.

“What do ye mean by disappearing like that, lad? Gone all night! People have been askin’ for ye, not to mention—”

“Mrs Fitz,” said Jamie, as he helped me dismount. “This is—”

“And what do we have here?” asked Mrs Fitz. She surveyed me from top to toe. Her eyes lingered on my once-white dress with particular curiosity and not a little disfavour.

“Claire Beauchamp,” said Jamie. “I brought her here for protection.”

“Is that so?” Her face softened, the initial suspicion towards me subsiding.

“Aye. Would ye make sure she has some proper clothes? I should speak to my uncle.”

“Aye, and then there are other people who’d like to speak to ye as well, as I’m sure ye ken. I wouldna advise ye to wait too long.”

“Wait!” As Jamie was about to walk away, I reached out a hand, putting it gently on his arm, prompting him to stay. “Your wound. Unless you want it to get infected, you should let me clean and dress it properly.”

Having earned Jamie’s trust in my medical abilities after helping him with his shoulder the day before, he agreed without objection.

Mrs Fitz kindly showed us to a room where I could tend to my patient. The room was dark and cold, and the many shelves that adorned the stone walls were crammed with jars that clearly hadn’t been touched in a while; they were covered with dust.

Upon entering, I had turned my questioning gaze to Mrs Fitz, who explained, “’Tis the surgery. It hasena been used in some time, no since Davie Beaton passed.”

The temperature problem was soon remedied by a fire, and Mrs Fitz left us alone.

I hadn’t been prepared for the sight of Jamie’s bare back when he removed his shirt so I could tend to his shoulder. Scars covered the expanse of his back.

“The Redcoats,” Jamie explained. “They flogged me twice in the space of a week. They’d have done it twice the same day, I expect, were they no afraid of killing me. There’s no joy in flogging a dead man.”

“I shouldn’t think anyone would do such a thing for joy.”

“If Randall was not precisely joyous, he was at least very pleased with himself.”

I understood, then. Or, at least I thought I did. His hatred towards Captain Randall, the painful memory he hadn’t wished to speak about. This was it.

Much to my surprise, Jamie did speak of it now though. His earlier reluctance to do so had apparently dissolved. I wondered why. Was it something I’d done to prove myself more trustworthy? Was it that I’d now seen the scars, so I might as well know the story behind them? Perhaps he worried I would misjudge him for his scars if I didn’t know the full story.

He recounted the event whilst I dressed his wound. This was a far less cheerful tale than those he had shared with me on horseback, but his storytelling was vivid as ever.

I met his eyes, trying to show him the same sympathy and understanding he had shown me the day before. Since the moment we met, Jamie had been nothing but kind to me. He had shown more compassion than any man I’d ever met.

I stroked his arm to comfort him, and his lips curved upwards in reply. He looked younger when he smiled; there was something boyish about it. I realised that he must, in fact, be younger. That thought hadn’t occurred to me when he’d acted as my rescuer and protector. While I appreciated his heroic side, what drew me in was the vulnerability he had shown me, sharing his scars.

Hand still lingering on his arm, I leaned in slowly, my eyes not leaving his. I could feel his breath hot against my lips. An inch, and I would touch his lips—

He pulled back.

I didn’t quite know what to feel. Confusion hit me first, followed by shock that was soon replaced by embarrassment.

My eyes sought his, to ask for an explanation, or see if I had misinterpreted the situation, but he turned his head away, hiding his expression.

Mrs Fitz could not have returned at a better time. She helped me escape, as she was to fulfil Jamie’s request that I be given proper attire.

Before our departure she reminded Jamie once more to seek out his uncle Colum.

I followed her to a guest bedroom where she helped me change into a more appropriate dress, and sometime thereafter came a dark-haired man by the name of Murtagh to inform me that The MacKenzie wished to speak to me.

Mrs Fitz gave me an encouraging smile before I departed.

My escort, by contrast, didn’t speak another word to me, let alone smile.

Jamie had told me about Colum MacKenzie, Chief of Clan MacKenzie, but not in great detail. He had had more to say about his other uncle, Dougal, the war chief. Despite our awkward encounter, I found myself wishing Jamie was there by my side as I entered the tower room where the MacKenzie was waiting.


My silent escort was still waiting for me when I exited, but he wasn’t alone. Jamie was with him.

I couldn’t help but smile in relief at the sight.

“What did he say?” Jamie asked at once, excitement in his tone.

“You ask as though you don’t already know! You talked to him about me,” I said, crossing my arms, “you told him I was a healer.”

“Aye, I had to say something so he’d let ye stay, didn’t I? He was verra suspicious at first when I said I’d brought a Sassenach here.”

“I’d say he was still verra suspicious when we spoke,” I said in a poor imitation of his accent. Colum had been suspicious, but he had let me stay nonetheless, thanks to Jamie. He had gifted me the late Davie Beaton’s surgery, in return for my serving as the castle’s new healer, for the duration of my visit.

“He did invite me to the hall tonight, though,” I continued, “there is to be a Welsh singer apparently—”

“JAMIE FRASER!” The voice came from somewhere farther down the stairs. Rapid footsteps that likely belonged to the voice echoed loudly as they neared.

Jamie, having tensed up at the high-pitched shriek, looked over at Murtagh, wordlessly asking for counsel.

Murtagh raised his eyebrows so as to say, “What did I tell you?” making me wonder just what Murtagh had told Jamie and why.

The footsteps reached the top of the stairs and facing us was now a young, round-faced girl with her arms crossed over her chest. Her pale eyes narrowed as they noticed me.

“Jamie Fraser!” she repeated. It was less of a shriek this time, but no less angry. “Where have ye been!?”

Jamie opened his mouth to explain, but the girl cut him off.

“And who is that!?” Her voice was venomous as she jerked her head rudely at me.

“Ah … this is Claire Beauchamp,” he said, “she’s a guest of the MacKenzie and the new healer of the castle.” Evidently explaining me was easier than explaining his whereabouts since yesterday afternoon.

The girl was still waiting for further explanation. Jamie sighed and said, “I was out riding.”

“RIDING!? Ye mean to say ye’ve been out riding all night?”

“Laoghaire, perhaps we can have this conversation in private?”

The girl—Laoghaire—muttered something, then turned and started walking down the stairs, Jamie following her.

“Who was that?” I asked Murtagh after they had left.

“That was his wife.”

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Your heart practically leaped into your throat. You had been pinned. Your back against the cold grimes bars of the sewer and yet you found yourself gripping at them to make sure this was reality and not some dream. There was so much talk. So many whispers about curses on Derry. The deaths, the missing children cases, it was all too intriguing. You had to check it out. And you did. Sure enough with a little digging on research, you figured the sewers was your best bet to find some answers. It had been hours. Your flashlight even starting to go dead. Deciding it was time to call it a night, you began to try and make your way out. Head held low in defeat.

However you couldn’t find the light. There was no exit in sight. Even worse, you began to hear things. Splashes. Like footsteps in the murky sludgy water. Someone was here with you. Your pace quickened as you tried to make sense of the tunnels. There was a way out. You could find it. There was no doubt it was getting dark, so you could only pray the moon was bright enough for you to see the opening. And it was. You saw light. A white light. Oh thank the heavens, you were gonna get out of here and get yourself a hamburger and shake. You deserved it after this mess of a day. Yet when you walked closer, you realized it wasn’t light. Not really. More of a glory mist. A replica of the moons light. You furrow your brows, confused and nervous. What was this?

“Looking for me?” You whip around and step back. You could hardly see what was speaking to you. Your hands desperately fumbling with the flashlight. Finally you aimed the beam forward. Which… didn’t work out since it abruptly died before you could get a good look. Perfect. “Who are you?” You swallow hard and try to remain calm. It was much more scary not knowing what was there. You’d probably be more comfortable if it was a giant werewolf than some unknown person.

“Well there is a million dollar question! Who am I? Who am I… hm? Why I am Pennywise the Dancing clown!” His voice was odd. It was pleasant yet the pitch changes in his sentences were dramatic and insane. “You’re… a clown?” You say softly and squint your eyes, desperate to see this “clown.” You didn’t really need to though. Suddenly there was a broad chest in front of you. Dangly red PomPoms inched from your face. You slowly look up. Your eyes resting on the face of said clown. Oh he was a clown alright, but not like one you have ever seen. He looked human and yet… didn’t. He was off. Everything was off.

You stepped back again. Your back against the bars and your hands gripping at them for comfort. Back to the beginning. “What’s wrong? Am I not… pretty enough for you?” His voice grew deep and grotesque. The change only a precursor, though. Red lips curled and there was a crack, his jaw widening and teeth beginning to protrude from places NO ONE should have teeth. “You are the one who’s been killing these people.” You whisper in shock. Maybe fear. Mostly shock. You weren’t sure. “It was all you…”

“CoRRecT…” He snarls and slammed himself forward. His hands gripping the bars at the sides of your head. His body completely blocking you from moving or running away. You stare up into his red ringed eyes. You were scared and yet this is what you had been searching for all your life. Something out of this world. Here is was, right in front of you. In the form of a monstrous clown. What a find.

Pennywise leaned down. His face now lined up perfectly in front of yours. With was drastic considering how y’all he was. “Aren’t you a curious little rat. I can smell it on you. You wanna learn more about old Pennywise?” You found yourself unconsciously nodding your head. His hands left the bars and he held them out in front of you. His jaw returning to a more “normal” state, but jagged teeth still Poked out from his lips. “Then why don’t you come with Pennywise like goooood little doll you are~ Then I’ll show you whatever you want.”

There was so much malicious intent behind those words. Yet you could tell he was curious too. He wanted to understand your curiosity. Entertain himself for a bit. Even though you may not ever be seen again, you found yourself wanting to take the offer. You wanted to see more. No matter how terrifying it was. You wanted to know.

Your hands gently rested on top of his large gloved ones. His fingers locking around you and pulling you closer. A look of pure satisfaction on his face. Like a child who got what he wanted.

“Perfect~ I will take good care of you. Yes I will…”

A Man of Means Feat. Getthicker

“Size is intimidating and fitting for a man.”

           I said this to Jacob one night after we met. I hadn’t expected him to grow on me as much as he had, but I guess that’s what happens when you stop expecting things to just happen.

           At first, I didn’t like the idea of being fat. Frankly, I just hated being skinny. It’s weird: in today’s society, where everything is wrapped around being skinny and who weighs less, to actually hate yourself for being skinny. Sure, you can wear more form fitting clothes and you are more attractive to a larger population, rather than being attractive to a smaller chunk of people for being a bigger portion of man.

           What caused my inner self-hatred was high school. I was bullied pretty harsh, and not for being a dork. I was actually a little popular. I was handsome, made people laugh, played some sports here and there. It was my size that got me picked on. Being close to six feet and weighing one hundred forty-five pounds made it easy for certain jocks to target me. I had no meat on my bones whatsoever, which meant I was all skin wrapped tightly over my exposed ribs, no ass, and absolutely no muscle. I would go home, broken and bruised, confused as to why I was being picked on. Bobby was chunky and had stretchmarks. Why wasn’t he picked on for being overweight? Why wasn’t Henry ridiculed for taking steroids and shrinking his balls? Why was skinny bad?

           After years of torment, I went to college, which opened up a brand-new door for me: body acceptance. While it wasn’t perfect, I saw men and women of all shapes and sizes, owning their bodies and saying, “fuck you” to anyone who tried to make them think differently. At this point, I wasn’t seeking a larger frame. That came years down the road when I graduated and started working in an office up in Manhattan. After two years of working there, we got a new coworker who I unfortunately had to work close with: Bobby from gym class. While the years hadn’t changed me at all, they certainly had changed him. He had only been chunky in school, what with his round belly and soft chest, thick thighs and round ass, but now he was simply fat. Somehow, he managed to squeeze his huge gut into a suit and tie, without bursting any buttons. We took one look at each other, me remembering years of torment in the locker room, and him laughing in my face.

           “Holy shit, is that you Slenderman? Haven’t you gained any weight yet?”

           At home that night I made myself a vow: I needed to be bigger. I couldn’t be skinny any longer.

           After doing some hours of research, I found the perfect diet. If I had it correct, I had to eat a lot of protein, rice and breads, snack during meals, and overdue it on meals. It couldn’t be too hard to gain weight.

           After a few weeks, I managed to gain three pounds. The added weight was hardly any difference to my body. I was already pushing myself to eat more at dinner, snack periodically through work days and at home, and upped my junk food intake. What would it take?

           That’s when Trent showed up. He was a new client at work, and his good looks made him the envy of every man and the desire of every woman. Luckily for me, he was gay. Trent was very muscular, having worked out five days a week for several years. The sleeves of his dress shirts were always being tested by the size of his arms, his chest threatening to pop out of his shirt. And don’t even get me started on his perfect chiseled ass.

           We hit it off well, and while none of us were looking for a relationship, that doesn’t mean we didn’t spend a lot of time in bed.

           One night, while I was eating out his perfect ass, he said to me,

           “You know, we could get some meat on you yet.”

           Lifting my face from his cheeks, I questioned what he meant.

           “I do know a guy. He’s how I managed to get this big. Through a better diet and some chest and arm exercises, we could easily get you swoll.

           Before I could question his questionable methods, he reached behind, grabbed my head, and placed my face back between the globes of his ass. He did want me to eat after all.

           While I cannot say what his methods were, I can say they were effective. Armed with one hell of a protein shake three times a day (sometimes sneaking a fourth), I managed to pack on some serious weight. Within a year and a half, of dieting the right way, and lifting weights and boxing, I had developed strong arms, and big chest, and surprisingly not-regrettable, a nice ample belly. When Bobby took his eyes off his internet porn to notice my transformation, he was astounded, and didn’t even say anything to me. I was definitely a man of bigger means. I loved how big my everything was, and even my ass seemed to grow too. While I was sad that Trent found himself a man who wasn’t me, I continued to work on my body with the tips and training he had given me.

           One night, a few friends and I were at a local bar, and I was knocking the beers away (beer is good for the belly too, just an FYI), when a few guys from high school wandered in with Bobby, who was pissed that he had gotten fired and I took his spot in the company. And like any cliché bar scene, it ended with them ganging up on me, and a massive bar fight ensued. I found myself running towards the subway, my fist throbbing and Bobby’s blood on my shirt. All I did was break his nose, but the whole scene made me sick and I took off. Much to my dismay, being bigger didn’t help the scrawny kid in me be any tougher or manlier.

           It was that night on the subway, drunk and in pain, that I met Jacob. He was, and still is a nurse, and offered to bandage me up and walk me to my apartment. Funny enough, we also lived in the same apartment building!

           We talked for the next several weeks, including me telling about my recent transformation. Jacob himself was a smaller guy, only five-seven and one hundred fifty pounds. He congratulated me on my new body, and helped me see that I didn’t need to be big to be masculine or anything.

           Surprisingly, eating at different restaurants a lot and quitting the gym made me gain even more weight. My arms and chest fleshed out with the new pounds, and my belly grew also, while growing outward and developing love handles, my belly also began to drift south with the new girth.

           One night, I was pretty drunk and Jacob and I began to get frisky on his couch. My shirt came off, revealing a tight-fitting tank top, with my gut almost fully secured in its material and my nipples, hard and sensitive poking through. While I was a bit too drunk to move, his hands rubbed up and down my soft body, pulling my tank over my head and kissing all my fat and teasing my stretchmarks.

           “I just love your body babe,” he said between kisses to my tummy. My pants soon peeled off onto the floor and he sat on his kneed in front of my engorged cock. As he grasped it with one hand and lowered his lips to my head, he looked up at me. In those few seconds, it seemed he was drinking in my chubby body, examining every roll, my patch of dark hair between my chubby man tits, and my belly.

           He slowly licked up my shaft.

           “Grow for me,” he said.

           In my drunken daze, I asked confusedly, “What?”

           He licked again, teasing the area right at the underside of my dick head, “Grow for me. Be bigger for me.”

           He repeated this several times until the idea of overpowering him washed over me and I shot on his adoring face.

           From then on, I was an eating machine. I would snack on McDonald’s and Burger King instead of on chips and nuts. I would eat two, if not three or sometimes four extra helpings at dinner. My shakes began to increase in volume and consistency throughout the days. After weeks of this, I was convinced I could feel the fat being poured into my body. My gut and tits grew immensely, making me look like a macho ex-jock. Jacob loved to pull down my shorts and rim my fatter ass no matter where in the apartment we were. He loved the challenge of finding my hole between my round cheeks.

           In bed, I was a fucking beast. While I couldn’t find my own power when it came to my bullies, man did I put it to good use on him. I love being the bigger of us two, me being able to easily overpower him with my girth. My whole body shakes and jiggles while I fuck my tiny man, and I love watching his thin frame ride me. He will grab onto my chest with both hands while he slams down onto me, loving all of my body with his smaller one.

           One day, I hope to have a gut big and round enough so when I get him on all fours and pound him, but belly will rest on his back while I give him everything I have.

           It’s true that size is intimidating and fitting for a man. And I finally am beginning to feel like the man I was supposed to be.

Suho scenario - Could’ve fooled me

requested by anon

genre: romantic fluff turned SMUTTY

summary: The sweetheart, the nice guy. No one knows who he is behind closed doors. Or between the sheets.

warnings: rough sex, minor fingering, 

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I stutter out my words, feeling like I could die with how mortified I was.

Me: I mean, I meant…

Aries: I know what you meant.

Me: I’m sorry. I’m- I’m so tired. My brain is scrambled. You guys can make all the sex noises you want. Ugh!  I mean, not…sex…noise…I-

What the hell was wrong with me? I sounded like a crazy person!

Aries covers his mouth and I can’t tell if he’s hiding a smile or a frown.

Aries: The bathroom is right behind you.

Me softly: Is it? Oh. This door?

Aries nods: That door. Behind you. Do you need my help finding it?

Nameless memory

I was talking with @unxpctedlygreat about how we saw many photos of the Holts before they left, but none of the whole family together. And it’s not like no one could take their photo, since there were people in the background *couhgh*Keithand Shiro*couch*. So we bounced ideas, I asked if I could write them, and this fic came to be!

Pre-Kerberos. It’s kind of hinted kidge, but can also be seen as platonic only


The Holts were gathered not far from the shuttle, taking turn behind the camera. Half the family was leaving for space after all, so they all wanted some kind of memento for the long months to come. Katie didn’t know what to feel at this point, proud of her family, but dreading their time apart. As they were waiting for their latest Polaroid to be done, Colleen sighed.

“What’s wrong dear?” Sam asked, taking his wife’s hand and rubbing his thumb against her palm.

“It’s just too bad we won’t get to have a full family photo. Guess I’ll have to settle for the one with you three,” she smiled at him.

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Oh gosh where do I START! Seeing this show meant the world to me. To see this incredible people come out from behind the screen, words cant explain how incredible it was. 

 Thank you guys, thank you for everything. I know this tour means a lot to you guys, but this tour means a lot to us as well. I laughed and cried and screamed until my throat was raw. You guys are all such inspiring people, and I could not be more grateful for tonight. 

 The ending, wow. All the emotions!! I never thought I would see all five of you cry at the same time. Thank you for sharing those words. (And yes, I cried!) Such a great night! Thanks for coming out to Nash!! @crankgameplays  @markiplier

TLAC preview

@moghraidhjamie, only for you, babe ;) 


The first time I went through the stones, there had been no sense to it, no words, no meaning. Unprepared as I had been, it was as though my mind stayed four steps behind my body, completely incapable of processing the experience until it was long over, leaving even now only a vague impression: that of hurtling through an insidious, malicious darkness. 

That fleeting senselessness had been a blessing, I now knew, no matter how terrible it had seemed at the time. This time…

This time, it was like one of those horror-story cases from the surgery textbooks where anesthesia doesn’t fully take effect, where—unbeknownst to anyone— the patient is conscious and feels every single unspeakable agony.  I was being ripped open, could feel everything, see everything as it happened, and yet I was completely powerless to move, to speak, as I bled out, was torn apart. This time, there was no distraction, no senseless oblivion, no blessed, rushing current of time to speed the torture. There was only the truth, sharp and vicious, a thousand knifeblades tearing through my flesh as I fell: 

Jamie

Jamie is gone

Jamie is dead

And why you were all so focused on Lusamine and her obsession you failed to notice the real mastermind behind the Aether Foundation! 

Me? Losing to a child and giving up a precious key? How laughable. It’s was all part of the plan! And now it’s too late to stop me.. especially since I have you to thank for disposing of the only person who could stop me. 

Thank you for doing the hard work for me.. I’ll take over from here.

[[ I’ve been playing with this idea since forever so here is super quick sketch to go with it. I might color it, or it will vanish forever~ Whichever way works. Part of a !Verse / !AU in which Faba was the true mastermind behind the Aether Foundation.]]

anonymous asked:

After this whats the list look like

No matchups in the list and everything written and in the queue is in bold.


Hiya! I’ve come to request big man Reinhardt going rough on a fem reader in the bedroom cause she thinks he’s too gentle so as not to hurt her! C:

Lucio or diva finding a little girl in a collapse building to either find that her parents are dead or they don’t want her any more

Hey, I’m trash, so can I get NSFW Soldier 76 and a Male Reader with an armpit kink? I need this in my life.

Could a get a fic Mercy and widowmaker reacting to their s/o coming back from a mission and coming up behind them and hugging them. When they ask them what’s wrong their s/o just says “I’m just glad to be back.” Hope that made sense and thanks!

Yo! How you doing! Can I request a Doomfist and female reader in which the female reader can bend ice like the ice reader prompts?

Hanzo with chubby s/o? Female or neutral please and thank you so much for what you do.

Jesse pining for reader? thanks luv!

HCs for how Sombra, Symmetra, and Widowmaker (separately) would react if they were sent to retrieve an old “data chache” that turns out to be a psychic human in artificial hibernation?

(Please dont be late!!) Can we have a gabe point of view when mccree’s bestie s/o had a crush on him?

zarya and reader dealing with each other’s PTSD?

Can I have gabe, mondotta, and jack (separate) with a very short s/o that some stranger had called them a 12 year old and asked if that was their kid but their s/o is like 28

Genji and/or Gabe with an artist s/o. He just so happens to stumble across a sketch book labeled ‘my muse’ and it’s all drawings of them. S/O catches them going through it and is utterly embarrassed

Could you do a drabble where D. Va meets the reader (her online friend/crush who also streams games, albeit without a face cam) for the first time?

hanzo with a s/o who has dspd? (delayed sleep phase disorder)

Roadhog x reader with a belly kink? ^^’

Can I get a Young Hanzo meeting his future s/o? Like, is it love at first sight, or does he have to get to know them well before he realizes he’s in love? (Also, bless your soul for this blog. Keep up the good work!!)

Reaper and Soldier 76 (separately) comforting their S/O after having nasty scare from a spider falling on them unexpectedly. This happened to me earlier today, and I ended up crying from the incident. My dad and sister laughed at me, and started to watch videos on spiders fighting each other😓

(OMG YOUR OPEN HOPE IM NOT LATE) gabe anon- gabe in A/O/B au with an s/o nsfw?

genji and doom fist (sep) hc who have a s/o that is into kids tv shows (due to their autism) but is really secretive an shy about it due to the fact that they are used to being made fun of for it, pls?

Genji, 76, reaper, and mccree with an s/o who has a small chest but big booty and thighs but is like extremely self conscious

Gerard surviving the assassination from Widowmaker, morning the relationship and becoming happy again with a new s/o?

Could you do a Doomfist and s/o when his s/o loses her ar and has to grt a metal one. With doomfistconferting her after losing it, and then going through surgery for thr new arm?

Widowmaker, Sombra and Mercy with a s/o that gets incredibly excited over Halloween and always goes all out on decorating.

Can I request one where McCree is actually insecure about every little thing about himself and tries not to take his shirt off whenever his s/o is around but they walked into him taking his shirt off.

If your open!! Can I request reaper, gabe, jack, and 76 reacting it their s/o was found tied to a chair and beaten up, and their s/o is more focused on cuddling them

Can I get some Junker boys (separate), Mei, and two characters of your choosing helping an s/o with anorexia and depression?

Widowmaker getting proposed to by Reader?

Touched starved reader and Mei?

Zarya with an s/o who took in an orphaned wolf pup and got caught by her with the wolf pup.

Hello can I request genji comforting his s/o who is woken up by flashback nightmares from trauma?

Hello! I just adore your writing! How about Doomfist reuniting with an old crush, who becomes Talon’s new healer, since they desperately need one?

Could you continue the Sombra and mercenary!soulmate drabble, with Sombra deciding to ‘hire’ them in order to get to know them better?

Only if your open)) gabe anon! (½ but 1 is a request and 2 is what I love about this blog) Gabriel’s s/o showing him Archiveofourown and and leaving to pick up ordered food or something to see him in the explicit category??

i love your work! ❤️ can i have some dva dominating a fem reader?

Can I have some headcanons with Roadhog and his s/o who is at most half the size of him?? And most people are immediately concerned about his s/o during their ~fun times~??

U still open? I’m afraid I missed it because i just woke up from a nap :( If u still open what about reaper or mccree comforting reading who’s being stalked? Based on recent experience. I’d rather send it as a request than to bother you with an emergency one since I feel like that abusing of your writing.

Okay bit off an oddball request but if you can, can you do jack Morrison in skyrim au with his s/o showing him spiders(frostbite, albino, poison, shock,mind control, oil, frost, fire)

Mondotta with an s/o who made him a zen garden with a small trail of flat rock to a big sitting rock??? Please

Hiiii may I please request reaper, hanzo or mccree staying awake with a reader who’s afraid of storms?

76 finds a child in a lab thats freaking out trying to get wires off her and when she revals her family gave hBlackwatch genji nsfw where his s/o is really into biting if you don’t mind?er up to the lab 76 is internally like 'this is my kid now’ but the child can turn into a wolf??

Mercy taking you under her wing to teach you her doctor ways

Character(s?) of your choice braiding readers hair? (I’m not sure that’s the word so let’s go with readers hair being played with) thanks <3

Mondotta adopts child s/o and they love meditating with him and just goofing off and when they hear something about robots not being equal to humans from a school mother they go up to mondotta and say 'my dad is a robot and he’s the best!“

Rules: using only song titles from one artist, cleverly answer these 10 questions. Tag 10 people at the end!

I have been tagged by the amazing @egobarriart, thank you! *-*

Artist: Pearl Jam (I have already done one with The Beatles before on my main blog; I know you all supposed I’d choose Blind Guardian, but as much as I love them, I know Pearl Jam’s songs much better (if I get one more of these, it will be Blind Guardian though, I swear))

Gender: Force Of Nature

Describe yourself: I Am Mine

How do you feel: Lightning Bolt

If you could go anywhere, where would it be: State Of Love And Trust

Your best friend: The Fixer

Favourite time of day: In The Moonlight

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Given To Fly

What is life to you: Unthought Known

Relationship status: Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town

Your fear: Nothing As It Seems

I tag… maybe someone else that the last time not to double the tags, @undomielevenstar, @themasterofmonster, @i-am-the-inksinger, @fellowshipofthegay, @silmarildust, @spookytanithlow, @no-soul-no-problems, @celebbun, @marieererie and @wildwood-dancer, have fun guys :)

Thanks again for tagging! ^-^

i was tagged by gabby @brandonsflower, thank you babe x

  • band/artists: depeche mode

  • what is your gender: happiest girl

  • describe yourself: clean

  • how do you feel: i feel loved

  • if you could go anywhere: home

  • favorite mode of transportation: behind the wheel

  • your best friend: john the revelator

  • favorite time of day: the dead of night

  • if your life was a tv show: world in my eyes

  • relationship status: alone

  • your fear: nothing

i tag @blingcoak , @bronnie-shipping-on-ebay , @the-power-in-letting-go, @not-muse, @gaymorgana , @i-wanna-jump-out-of-my-skin, and @gotlostinforeignlands

anonymous asked:

Loved the nlmly update ! You write isaks voice so well and i feel for even :( hes so tender! Ive 2 questions though 1)how could isak believe even straight if they had had sex before?? 2)surely even realizes isak has feelings for him, so why doesnt he voice his own instead of hinting/acting to make them transparent? Does he feel guilty as if he should still protect isak like a little brother and instead feels like he is perverting him somehow? Xxx

💙💙💙 I’m afraid I can’t really answer these questions yet because some things are getting revealed in the next chapters.

Isak sounds completely oblivious/doesn’t think Even could ever want him and there’s a reason behind that. He’s not completely stupid and the reason he’s believed that Even was straight that whole time is because something happened and because it was the explanation he chose to believe and accept, because it made sense at the time and because it somehow hurt less than reality. “He doesn’t want me cause he doesn’t want boys and I’m a boy.”

That same reason is behind Even being hesitant and patient and just waiting in the background. Something went down and they worked towards getting back to a friendly place. And neither of them wants to be the person to ruin that.

It will all fall back into place 💙

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the thought of Harry and Draco back at Hogwarts years after they leave? If not, let me take a few moments of your time to elucidate:

  • Banter
  • Inter-house rivalry at the head table
    • inter-house rivalry between classes
  • Knowing (memorizing) each other’s schedule and casually bringing it up in conversation–with or outside of each other
  • Seeming like a married couple to everyone else but not realizing it themselves
  • Intense quidditch debates in the staff room
    • students like to hang around outside because they’re always loud and always hilarious (and sometimes often result in creative new insults to add to their repertoire)
  • Grading together in one of their quarters and snarking over ridiculous student answers
  • Quibbling over teaching methods to the point of pedantry just to be annoying to the other
  • Trying the “I’ve never been more shocked by student behaviour in my life” approach on students who misbehave, none of whom believe it because they’ve heard stories of Harry and Draco’s time at Hogwarts (usually by the other in classes, ex. Draco climbing a tree because he wanted Harry’s attention)
  • Patrolling the hallways over Christmas hols
    • “Here. This is the statue Flitwick said he’s caught kids fooling around behind. Go check it out.”
    • “Why do I have to go?”
    • “What are you, scared?”
    • “… Fine, you absolute tosser. …Woah, Malfoy, come check this out.”
    • “What? What is it?”
    • “Just get back here and you’ll see.”
    • “I’m not going to fall for your tricks, Potter. I’m not going back there.”
    • “Malfoy….”
    • Fine.”
      • They end up necking behind the statue like students
      • It becomes a repeat occurrence
WKM - What happened?

I’m going to cover all of this mess in this post. It’s just what I think could be the truly amazing story behind this amazing video series. 

There are LOTS of questions in my own head and I’m gonna try answering (hopefully) most of them! Here we go!

WHO KILLED HIM NOW?

The biggest question raised is, obviously, who killed Markiplier? From what we could gather throughout the series, demons are likely to exist in this scenario.

Even the newspaper gives a hint that the mayor might have been a “demon in disguise”. So there are spiritual, supernatural things happening here. I, for one, can not answer the biggest question out of all, how he died and who he was killed by. I can only make one assumption; here’s my theory.

We know that Mark’s body went missing at some point. Where exactly is never shown or hinted at, but I have a likely theory that Mark himself was the one to hide his own body in form of his spirit. Or just, behind all that was happening in general. However, what we do know is that Mark, I quote (Damien): “(He) trapped us here in this broken shell and we had no way out.” 

It seems established that, during the time we were outside to talk to the gardener, Damien and Celine tried to reach out to Mark(’s ghost), hence she wanted to “talk to the dead”. During that time, Mark took the chance to inhabit Damien’s body and trap him inside his own, dead shell that could not be used anymore. Whilst doing so he either accidentally killed Celine by possessing her first, her not being able to hold the soul inside her body, OR Celine did not die and let Damien inside her body to save him from being thrown into the corpse, which would explain why she was red and blue in the end sequence of Chapter 3. She also appears to be having two pairs of eyes above her head at one point. Possibly a hint that she’s two in one at that point?

Either way, we know that Damien represents BLUE and Celine represents RED thanks to the ending of Chapter 4:

Which is why it could very well be that She kept Damien’s soul inside her body for a short while to save his life. And of course Damien was PISSED after that, betrayed by whom he cared for, who he fought Will for and whom he thought was a good, a childhood friend he could trust. That’s for the angry step towards us, the angry stare. He looks at us, knowingly. He chooses his victim that very moment.

We are told to run. The door closes and Celine does not come out. Her shell possibly broke and both souls were set free without a shell, or she kept it up and waited for the right moment to talk to us. 

The right moment being the time Will shot us.

And here is the thing; We did NOT die. If you listen closely, you can hear a faint heartbeat in the background during this very scene. They both tell you to believe them, tell you stories to make you feel sorry for them. Which, of course, you do. Damien seems pissed and loses his temper once more, like he did with the Colonel before, and shouts angrily that Mark walks around in his body. Which is why I think that part is true. He couldn’t take his anger in. He can’t, he has a low temper, that’s just it.

But Celine reminds him that he “can’t do this right now”. Reminds us to believe them. What you’re told is that Mark trapped both of them inside his old, dead body and that they brought you there so you have a chance to survive. Damien tells you that you can’t survive on your own and Celine says she can bring you back the same way she brought you there. But what Damien says afterwards is the most important clue.

He says: “But you can’t survive on your own. You’re .. dead, after all. (…) I know this all sounds crazy. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But I know that I trust Celine. And if you trust us … let me in. We can fix this.”

Gathered: Damien lies to you after all this time of actually being genuine. He was betrayed by Mark, knows that you trust him, wants revenge and is angry. He lures you into a false sense of security, tells you you can fix this together. He makes you feel like a friend by telling you that he feels the same way about all of this. And then, he mentions that oh so beloved trust of his. That one thing he completely lost thanks to Mark. 

Also important to note; It is ONLY DAMIEN that inhabits your body after all of this. Why is that?
Celine states that she can send “you” back, not “us”. She says “you” have a choice. And Damien ends his sentence with “let me in.” Not let us in.

You trust Damien and he tells you that it will work, he promises.

And it does work! You wake up in your own body, get up, meet the Colonel who is completely out of it by now.

He does not recognize us as a “Dark” or “Damien” because we don’t look like Damien yet and Dark doesn’t exist yet either. Damien, at this point, is inside our body and trying to take over. 

We listen to what Will says and see him, in desperation and utter confusion, try to find his dear friends he lost.

Once he’s away, only THEN do we walk over to the mirror. And here is where it gets interesting.

We take Damien’s cane: Take a look at the hands.

A thin, female and young looking hand (possibly Amy wee i love her), but then something happens.

The hand changes, transforms into a different one. Into a hand similar to Damien’s. Because Damien is inhabiting your body by himself. Celine is likely still in Mark’s body or, as I mentioned earlier, never died to begin with. It’s Damien who was so fed up, he had to use you to get what he wants. And he gets it alright:

A body. A shell to use as a puppet. He transformed your body into a copy of his own. Mark likely still uses actual Damien’s body, but Damien had to make you look like him to finish this with you. 

Then this happens.

And sad music plays in the background all throughout this scene and it broke my heart - but why did it break my heart? Because that right there is a representation of broken trust, my friends. Damien threw us out of the body he stole from us and trapped us either behind our screens or in that mirror (hence the weird noise light inside the crack). He used us. He manipulated us. We were his first victim.

And he feels bad about it at first. Note how Dark’s look changes after he throws us out? Because now we can see what he truly is; a broken man. He had so much trust in Mark, in us. He was a genuine, good and kind hearted man. He neglected his other friends for Mark only to then find himself betrayed by Mark or whatever he had unleashed that day. He is troubled, his emotions are a whirlwind and all the while he has to keep his anger inside. After all, Damien has a short and low temper. Guilty about what happened, he looks up at you.

Reminds himself that he has a goal now; take revenge. Looks at you now with almost disgust to make you feel even worse. This is a reflection of his own emotions that very moment. We are supposed to feel exactly what Damien felt. Betrayal, fear, loneliness. An end. The mirror itself is a genius metaphor for this.

He then leaves us. Clearly guided by rage and hatred and you can FEEL that, I get goosebumps just thinking about this. (@markiplier frickin amazing acting, dude!) Anyway, here he makes up his mind to take back control over what is rightfully his. Mark; his own body.

We are then left in darkness, questioning and clueless, sad and quite literally broken. 

Dark’s origin, ladies and gentlemen.

(just my take on this. It’s probably, like, super wrong lmao also sorry for the long post ilyall)