After looking back at my drawing for @beanpots amazing Day and Night AU, I decided to redo it and I am proud of myself of how much I improved!!! I hope you enjoy it! Also, I will never get over this AU.
You know he’s only calling ‘cause he’s drunk and alone. ”
Genre: angst, smut, bad boy! jimin
A/N: also some of the backstory is based off a lovely anon who shared this cute cliche story with me.
anyway i hope you guys enjoy this and please show some support because posting is h a r ddddd
“You’re doing it again,” Jimin pushed himself off your body, and you blinked at him trying to understand what he was saying. Just as you were starting to become worried, he dipped his lips back to capture yours and happily, you moaned against the plump surface. He was topless, although you don’t remember him taking it off, however, you were happy to trace your hands down the well-sculpted chest you were so familiar with.
“Y/N, stop it.” Your eyes snapped open looking at Jimin, but he was smirking down at you as his arms rested on either side of your body, and you let yourself become lost in the way his lips mouthed on your neck until he began to shake your body, hands on your shoulders as he shook, “Wake up! Wake up!”
Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.
Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane.
A/N: Here we are! The sequel series to Remedy :) I was gonna go somewhere else with this, but it kinda hit me out of nowhere and I thought this could be as sweet and cute as it could be heartbreaking and funny at the same time. Get ready for some awkward situations (and boners), people!
There’s a woman standing in front of me. She looks sad, scared; but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She says ‘Bucky’, and I can’t help but think that I’ve heard that before, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where I am, but I feel no threat, not from the man in the blue combat-suit next to me, not from the red head that’s next to him, holding his hand and looking equally sad as the woman before me. Not even from the man with the glasses and a doctor’s coat on my left. They all look at me as if they know me, and.. like me? They look nice enough, I guess. But I can’t help but stare at the woman standing only a feet away from me, tears in her eyes. She looks so sad.
“What do you mean? Who do I prefer or who would
I trust? They’re both homicidal maniacs so I don’t trust either of them!”
“If you had to pick one of them, who would you
“I don’t know. Who would you pick?”
“Anti, personally. I like his manic look and
he’s just a ball of energy.”
“But you wouldn’t trust him around knives.”
“Oh god no. I’d trust Dark more than him around
“You’d trust Dark around knives?!? That’s
asking for a bad time.”
“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it as in I
think Dark is more sensible of the both of them. He wouldn’t straight up kill
someone as soon as he gets the chance. He’d wait, take advantage of you.”
“Overall they’re both bad people. If they
existed in real life they’d be a major cause for concern.”
“But they’re not. It’s just a bit of fun.”
“Exactly. There won’t be a life and death
situation where you’d have to chose between the two.”
“It’s late, I’m gonna sleep now.”
I closed Tumblr and turned off my laptop. I’d
spent nearly a day online since both Mark and Jack simultaneously posted an
Antisepticeye video and a Darkiplier video. Obviously both communities online
had fallen into hysterical exhilaration over the videos; the usual drooling
over the great editing put into their videos, and the Anti-Dark conspiracy
theorists huddled around the metaphorical fires of their computers exchanging
their thoughts and ideas. I was still pretty astounded at the coincidental
aspects of the videos; both up around 17:00 (GMT), both less than 4 minutes
long, and both presented by Mark and Jack’s dark personas. It was fun to watch
the whole thing happen and spread like wildfire over the internet, but finally
pulling myself away from the screen made me realise how much of a headache I
I lay in my bed in the darkness staring at the
ceiling. I needed sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop turning. I kept replaying the
videos in my head. Jack, or rather Anti, played his classical knife-wielding,
cut-throat, glitchy performance up close and personal to the camera, his voice
broken and his eyes flashing black with every blink. Dark, Mark’s darker
persona, also kept to his usual VHS effected well-dressed Devil’s Advocate
style, standing in darkness and hovering around the camera like it was some
police interrogation of the viewers. Loads of people spent their time on Tumblr
linking the two videos, comparing and contrasting them, trying to uncover what
was going to happen next. Although it was pretty obvious both Mark and Jack had
planned it together all along. Both uploading at the same time, both having
shorter videos than usual, both talking to the cameras as if directly to the
viewers… both ending their videos with “M a k e y o u r
c h o i c e.” … Yeah, it’s too much to be a coincidence.
Eventually after nearly and hour’s pondering,
my eyelids got heavier, but my head still hurt. I didn’t help that Dark’s video
had that piercing unfiltered whining noise in the background. It was all I
could hear as I finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.
“Leave me alone!!” I clasped my hands over my
ears and continued running. The hallway seemed to be getting narrower and
darker. The walls were made up of hundreds if not millions of piled up computer
monitors and TV screens with miles and miles of endless wires trailing the
floors and ceiling. The static pixels from the walls were almost blinding so I
just kept my head looking straight on towards the darkness, hopefully the end
of this maze. I knew if I just kept moving and didn’t give them any chance to
stop me, I would be fine. There had to be an end to the nightmare somewhere.
The TV’s flickered, Dark appeared.
Y O U ’ R E N E V E R
E V E R G O I N G T O
E S C A P E M E .
I turned away from him as his image ran
alongside me. His deep echoing voice pulled at my chest as the intense volume
knocked the air out of my lungs. But this wouldn’t stop me.
His laugh crawled up my spine like a spider.
The screens melted into one another and soon both of them pursued after me. I
reached a junction at the end of my path, turning either left or right. As I
made my decision The screens ahead of me turned white with glitching red
letters: MAKE YOUR CHOICE
“Shut up. What would you care if I chose one
over the other?” Suddenly the screens started to crack as their angered gazes
glared at me. I quickened as glass burst behind me into millions of pieces
trying to catch up with me to hail on me with a thousand cuts.
N O M O R E
. N E
V E R A G A I N .
I kept running, gasping desperately for air,
but not so much that I would inhale shards of glass.
UP!” I screamed, tears strolling past my cheeks. “Shut up both of you! I’m
going home! I’m not choosing either of you!!” Then I felt the ground beneath me
slithering as the wires I ran on suddenly came to life. They whipped up at my
face so I couldn’t see where I was going, they grabbed my clothes to spin me
into confusion, they wrapped around my arms and legs the drag me down. Through
the hysteria I tumbled around and tripped to try and get away. I the confusion
I did happen to reach the end of the maze, which happened to be the end of the
world, and I was tripped into it.
I grabbed the wires as I fell and clung to them
to stop me hurling into the apparent abyss down below. I was now dangling over
the edge unsure of everything. Why wasn’t this dream ending? Surely the shock
of nearly diving headfirst into the pit of darkness would have been enough to
wake me up in a cold sweat. But no. This was true hell. I would take anything
to get out of it…
J U M P D O W N
. I ’ L L C A T C
H Y O U .
I looked down. Dark was there hovering below
the end of the wires I clung to, his arms out and open to catch me, looking at
me through what he could attempt to make as ‘puppy eyes’. There was no way I
would let go. What if he’s lying and would let me fall to my doom?… Well, it
didn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. He chased me this far, so why would
he lose me at a chance like this? But whether he was or wasn’t going to catch
me, the moment I would fall into his arms, I was his… I didn’t like that
thought at all. I started to shuffle up the wire to get away and hopefully
climb back up to safety-
Anti was crouching over the ledge above me, his
hand extended to take mine and hoist me up to him… the same hand that held a
knife numerous times, the same knife that committed many monstrous crimes.
Crawling up to him would be as safe an option as crawling into the mouth of a
I stopped where I was and held tightly to the rope.
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I would rather have just stayed
there and waited for them to realise their pursuits on me were futile. But my
arms were getting tired and my grip was getting looser.
Y O U C A N ’
T J U S T H A N G
H E R E F O R E V E R . J U S T
A L L I N T O M E . I T ’ S A S S I M P
L E A S T H
A T .
Then I realised this was the breaking-point. Or
rather ‘waking-point’. This whole thing is what their videos were warning me
about. This whole dream was made by the both of them to find out which one
everyone would prefer. Everyone who watched both their videos was cursed to
dream this dream I was currently having, and everyone had to make their own
choices. This is what they planned. Not Mark and Jack, Anti and Dark
themselves. They weren’t a joke; they were real entities. They were really
having a battle between who was best. Who won the hearts, minds and souls of
the most people. And this was their solution to answering their question.