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BTS Song drabble : D - day (MYG)
Summary : In this chasing game, one was at the top, another was at the bottom. To break the hierarchy, there should only be one winner.
The law’s hand
or
The outlaw
Who would win?
Photos : All copyright reserved to the owners.
Gif. : Special thanks to @sugajimin for further inspo. There’re tiny subtitle that I put to create further engagement and imagination.(I hope so🤞🏽)
Plot : Special thanks to Psych-Hunter(iQIYI) and (Su)R-chwita ep.9😹
Ambience : 1930's Ambient City Soundscape, Vintage City Sounds
Trigger warning : (quite) detailed violent scene, self-harm, death of characters
This fanfiction is for entertaining purposes. The story has entirely written up from the writer’s imagination from different inspiration. None of this should be taken seriously.
Switch over, time tickin' and over.
Author POV.
Tick...Tick...Tick...
The water drips periodically, acting as an ambience inside the dusty room.
The owner has been laying on his favourite couch for hours, diving deep into his thought.
“Hyung!”
His door suddenly bangs open by someone. One of his crewmates runs inside with something in his hand.
“We...found him...here.” The new comer hands a file, trying his best to get the message through while panting hard.
The owner flutters his eyes open. A stir comes out of his mouth before he finally becomes awake and accepts the paper.
The dark orbs skim through the file, catching the main idea out of the long paragraphs in the contract. At last, his eyes land on the bottom. Seeing familiar names with the signatures under neath them make him annoy.
“Huh? Seems like we need to give him a visit again.”
Clack...Clack..Clack..Clack..
He found out.
The end of a letter makes the man stops his footsteps. The feeling of frustration rises up, however, he can’t act out of his character here. Getting out of the building, he got into his car.
“Head back to the mansion.” He tells the driver.
“And about the case?”
“I need to get another ‘case’.”
Understanding what to do, he asks nothing more and leave immediately.
“ 1 beef rice noodle pottage soup, beef pork.”
Finishing his order, he take a seat near the glass window of the cooking station. Not so long after, his order serves.
“A tough day again, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, ma’am.”
“Quit calling me ma’am, boy. Your my vip customer here. You have been here since 10th grade.”
“Or you want me to call you ajuma?” He asks jokingly.
“Aish, call me what ever you want.” The old lady move back to her station.
Minutes later, his crewmates enter the shop, filling the entire floor. Seeing their boss enjoy his meal, no one dares to utter anything that is work-related.
“ell e beore I et pis... Ou ares ar oo obious.” *Tell me before I get piss. Your stares are too obvious.* The boss speaks while munching his favourite noodle.
“They’re round the corner, hyung.” Someone finally speaks.
The man taps his finger as if he applaud himself. Coming here today makes his plans flow.
“Ma’am, I will come back later.” The man slips his money under the bowl.
Everyone starts the operation. His crewmates head out of the place and prepare the vehicle for their boss. Some of them go ahead to clear their destination.
“And...I need your chopstick with me. I’ll buy a new pack in return.” He smiles at the owner who say nothing, but sighs and wave a hand as a sign to not do what he purposes.
Phone calls have been hitting on the office’s phone none stop. The police try their best to accept every call and write down the reports, running back and forth.
“People were complaining the same case...I don’t think it’s a usual case anymore.”
“We need them to handle it.” The cheif tell his subordinates.
Speaks of the devil, the figure appears in the office as if he knows someone call him. The guy in his black suit enters the room. His height is average. However, his aura and the M brooch on his right chest can make everyone who stand in front of him always feels as if they are getting towered by him.
He is the supreme in this place, if not the supreme in the town.
A walking law.
“Seems like you guys get in some trouble, eh?” The room falls into a silence, having only phone calls as a background ambience.
“Sir, we got a...” The cheif gathers his courage to explain the situation, but get interrupt by the walkie talkie.
“We found him, sir. Need more people.”
Paying no attention to the cheif, the leader of special crime force says nothing. His natural poker face let no one be able to read the situation.
“Loud and clear, right? Get your ass up and do your job.” He then heads out.
Flick...Shhh
A smoke comes out from an end of ivory-white cigarettes. He inhales the thin grey fog into his lungs, hoping it will calms his racing mind down a bit.
*Get everything ready.* He orders his right hand man back with his walkie talkie.
Huh...
A grey breath leaves his mouth along with his sighs.
“Seems like the almighty D is also a human.” A bicker from nowhere brakes his thoughts. D lifts his head up to finds the sound source.
“Shut it, Kim. Don’t piss me off even more.”
“Your brother, isn’t it?” Knowing no limit, Kim asks for more information. The man still stays silence.
“Alright, suite yourself.”
D is by himself again in the silence. His minds is cumalating with plans.
Shhsshhh...shhhshhh.... “Sir.”
Half and hour ago : @ WNK building
“Where is it?”
The loud crash echos inside the building. His subordinates are busy taking down their enemy with some help from his buddy.
“Mr.Min...”
“Speak wisely.” Min grits his teeth as a warning.
Despite the size different, Min manages to pin down his huge enemy and threat his like a little prey.
Weehhh...Woohhh...
The police siren comes from afar. His enemy smirks in victory.
“Who knows the genius Min will fall into my trap like a little rat too. Game over, Min.” Now the guy has a guts to speak casually.
“Now your brother will find out. Your big brother will find you.” The guy continues mocking Min, pushing him around emotionally.
“You will...ack.” Giving no chance to speak further, Min uses his chopsticks and stucks it onto the side of his neck.
He pushes it deep as the red liquid gushing out like juice. IThe harder he push, the more it errupts out like a fountain. His other hand squeeze the neck tightly as if he is quenching an orange.
Bloody orange.
Min keeps tighten his grip onto the guy’s neck. The fountain is slowing down. Slowly and slowly, it turns into a stream of liquid.
His shirt now paints with red splashes and spots. The paint leave its marks everywhere even on his face, creating some red blossom tattoos on his skin.
“Oh, you're so artsy.”
“No time for it, Jack.”
“I know, buddy. I get what you want. Let’s head out, yeah?”
The two finally arrive the rooftop. Looking down the building, the see bunch of police enter in with commotion.
“Look how desperate they want to catch us.”
Min sweep his eyes from the top view. His gaze then land on a familiar black grand mercedes among the cop cars. His mouth lifts into a smirk at the sight, knowing exactly whose it belongs.
“Not really. Someone is more desperate.”
Min replies and climbe down the stairs at the side.
“Eh, eh, wanna get caught? Eh, man.” Jack yells from a far, but Min has already gone half way through.
Plop.
“Let’s tease you a bit.”
D POV.
“No one inside.”
I stares at my subordinate. The young man stands there like statue, uttering nothing more.
“Where is the case?” I ask.
I don’t care much about the destruction of the building or the death of people inside. Fuck it, that isn’t my problem.
What I wants is the bag and a thing inside it.
I was planning to not invovle police. Moving around from the inside without making their suspicion was quite hard. It took me a few years I was to hold the power.
A rat out of nowhere managed to get the case was out of my plan.
And now my brother get it.
“Retreat.”
I jumps into driver seat and drift his car out of the parking slot. Frustration fills me up, urging to explode. I roar the engine, filling its sound in the empty street.
“Brother, you won’t be free much longer.”
Min POV.
Thud!
“That bastard. He really bet his life on this plan.” I drop the bag onto the coffee table.
“Chill. At least, you get it.” Jack speaks nonchantly and lit his cigarrete. He sways his head from side to side while humming.
Cling...cling...cling...
“Uh, I hate it. Why do you still wear that silly hat? Those bells irritates me.”
I point at the tips of his knitting hat with two spike at each end. The man sways his head even faster.
“This. You know it’s my lucky charm. So what’s next?”
Jack changes his position. Sitting with his feets cross on my coffee table, he cocks his head to the side. I stare back at him, replying nothing. I let the silence grows and engulps our conversation.
“Hyung. We...sorry, sir.” My right hand, who bangs the door open as his habit, enters the room with another file.
“I think I might need to speed things up. Now I get the case. He will soon make his move.”
“You mean...kill you?” Jack smiles.
“Not yet. He still needs it.” I pat the stuff on a wooden table.
As my eyes meets him Jack’s smile gets wider.
“Then I shall act my part.”
Author POV.
Uhhh....hmmmm.....uhhhh...hhhhmmmm......
Min sleeps soundly in his favourite place. The tiring day drains him a lot of energy, leaving the man a few muscles sourness.
Ahhhh!
Bang! Bang!
The guy wide awakes from the sound. The screams and shouts are getting louder. He is about to stand up, however the ropes around his hands prevent him to do so.
Click.
A revolver taps behind his neck. He can feel the cold metal rubs gently against his skin before it forecfully press back onto the spot.
“Have a sweat dream?” A chill voice comes from behind.
“Should I be glad that we finally meet again?” Min answers back with a little cockiness.
“You sure want your head to be blown off.”
“And you are talkative, not like a usual you.” Min turns himself and grab a gun near him, but he meets with empty pocket.
“Oh, I borrow your rovolver by the way. I know if you die, at least you will love to die with this cutie.”
D walks around the tub for a moment, searching his eyes through the room.
“So this is where you live. So shabby and poor...like you.”
D grabs a plastic chair from the corner of the room and take a seat. He stares down his brother with the eyes of disgusted.
“Rustic and cozy, isn’t it?”
Crossing his leg, D takes out his cigarrete and lit it. He wraps his lips and inhales a bitter scent from it a few times before he continues.
“Now, let’s make a deal. Those stacks of money are all yours. Just give me the case and leave this place. I’ll handle everything. You can live you life far away from here and me in...”
Min lift his hands, interrupting his brother’s talk. Despite the bond around his wrists, he reaches out and grab onto the white stick. He watches the little flame in silence, the sentences after turns muted as he pays no attention to them.
Puff....
He throws the stick toward the shelf. The flame lits in a blink of an eye. Min give no care at those ‘valuable’ papers in front of him. Now they are burning bright red and blue.
He thinks this is more beautiful.
“You...bastard....” D grits his teeth in anger. Now he grabs onto Min’s neck firmly.
“Tell me where’s the case.” He demand. Min keeps his poker face and answers nothing, pissing his brother further more.
“What you gonna do? Kill me?” Min smiles delightfully.
Running out of patient, D uses the revolver and knockes him off.
??? POV.
“Hyung, wake up. Hyungie...don’t be like this.”
The voice comes from somewhere far away. However, the tone sounds familiar to me.
Beepp...Beeppp...Beeeeeppppp....
The loud noise that rings in my ears is so annoying.
What is going on here?
I try to open my eyes, but something stop me. I don’t know whether it is me or literally someone who stop me to do so. My body gets heavier and heavier.
I am drowning or so I thought.
My body sink down into the ocean, deeper and deeper. I feel a force strangle me around my neck, suffocating me alive.
No...am I even alive?
D POV.
I have been waiting for my brother’s news for a day.
That little rascal was strong enough to go through ‘drowning’, but he hasn’t woke up yet since yesterday.
“Ah...I want to kill you so bad.” I mumble.
The dagger in my hand trails up and down in motion. I make it nice and clean this time, no defect mark on its pure silver skin.
“Master, He’s awake.”
Puck.
“Nice. It’s getting boring here.” I pluck my beauty onto the table.
Sadly, I can’t use her. Like I said before, to send him back home, the least I can do is to use his pretty revolver.
I am trying to be considerated, am I not?
Min POV.
Hahhh...Huhhhh...
The fire lits around the corner. In front of me is a barrel full of water, reflecting my face. There are a few scratch with the blood seeping through.
I squint my eyes to focus the scenarios around me. The place look oddly like somewhere in my memory, but in a dusty and old version. My brain storms some idea to form an answer.
Soon, I get the answer, but from him.
“Look like my little boy didn’t remember this place.” I look up and meet his brown orbs, the scar on his right eyes fades a bit, but still visible.
“You give me the scar and try to kill me once here, remember?”
A flashback runs inside my head like a reel. The man with exact looks except his hair that was longer and blond-color. The scene is overlaping each other.
There’s me.
There’s is him.
In a different timeline...
The palace that used to be vibrant with colors now became dull, towering my body with it shadow.
His men pin me down to the cold muddy floor, letting him look at me with those arrogant gaze.
Smile in victory, the man finally got up from his seat and approached the balcony.
The man was in a traditional robes. His light blond hair sparked under the moonlight. The fire around him and me make him more visible to my eyes.
“I am the owner of this place, engrave it into your skull, peasant.”
His hand waved down, motioning his assassin to do the job.
Author POV.
“I cut heads of people for a reason, you know. That’s how I can make sure they died...painlessly.”
D steps onto the circle. Grabbing tight onto Min’s hair, he force the man to sink down into a barrel again.
Ackk...ack....
“Wah...that sounds so satisfying.” He forcefully raises the head up from the water.
“How was it?”
The man who calm and collect is nowhere to be found. The true color finally comes out,. D laugh out in madness, satisfying with the scene in front of him.
“When I offered you, I’ve already got what I want. You were a fool to not accept my offer, brother.”
D stepps back and walks up to another circle, preparing to watch Min’s final moment. Waving his hand down, the assassin get ready to do his job.
“Now, execution.”
The man forces Min’s head back into dirty liquid again, wanting to drown him to death. Min’s body stuggle as his hands try to get out of the knot.
“Sink deep and fake your death. The revolver is at the bottom.”
“a..ack?” *Jack?*
“I can only help you this much, buddy. I even take off my lucky charm for you.”
Min does according to Jack’s plan. Sinking himself deep into the cylinder and stopped moving, he successfully fakes his death.
“Oh, faster than I expect.”
With the revolver in his hand, D steps down from his circle to come and onspect Min’s body. Seeing the guy freezes in his place, D laughs again with contentment.
He takes out a ruby human-heart.
Bang! Cling!
The glass shatters.
D crashes down the fire barrels, letting the oil slatter all over the place while the fire chase down the thick black liquid. He throws his lighter, adding more fire.
“Switch over, time tickin'...”
“but not over.”
Just then Min raises his head up with the revolver in his hand. Aiming at the head of his brother, D does nothing, but smirk.
“Agust, you shouldn’t underestimate me.”
“If you kill me without the hear, it will be the same result like last time.”
“Let’s bet then.” Min pulls the trigger.
The ruckus at the back of them appears, however Jack’s men are faster. Doing everything according to their bosses’ plan, his men has already mixed in the group from the beginning. Agust’s people soon end up laying lifeless on the floor.
Agust dashes to Min in anger, but someone lock him from behind. His own right hand man lock tight onto the master before revealing himself.
“Ack...Kim.”
“I told you, didn’t I...suite yourself.”
Jack takes out the real heart and shatters it with his dagger.
Cling!
Click.
Bang!
Agust doesn’t last long.
“Switch over, time tickin' and over.”
“Dr.Kim, when will he wake up?” Hoseok asks the doctor. It has been a year since Yoongi fell into a coma.
“His personality disorder is critical, now they are inflicting themselves.”
He have hidden his mental condition so well that not even Hoseok, his best friend, knew about it. When he knew everything, it was nearly too late.
The man nearly cut himself...in his own eyes.
Hoseok took him to hospital. Thankfully, Kim Namjoon, the doctor of his case, was still working. If not because of him, Yoongi would be gone by now.
Hmmm....
A little stir makes both of them look at the body. It is the first time that the lifeless figure makes a move or a noise.
Hoseok’s eyes brims with tears of hope, looking back and forth between Yoongi and Namjoon.
“Hyung...” Hoseok calls softly.
Namjoon walks to the monitor and checks the screen.
Like a miracle, everything comes back to the normal rate. Namjoon notes down everything onto his metal clipboard before he calls nurses inside.
“Doctor...he...”
Surfacing from the bottom of the darkness, Yoongi finally gains his conscious.
A/n note : And that’s it everyone. I hope you enjoy the story. I finally have a little vacation so here is the tribute for you guys.
This is the first time I write my story with y/n. Hope you guys not disappointed.
Before ending this, I want to give a few explanation to the story.
After listening to the interview, what I comprehended from the music videos was that Yoongi were fighting with his own personas. Like Namjoon said, he was the only one so far with 3 names. And, the fact that Yoongi devided his personalities accordingly to them made it sometimes difficult for himself to make music. “If I make it, will this represent suga bts, agust d or me as Yoongi?”
Sum up events : Yoongi faced personality disorder to the point he went into the coma due to self-infliction. His personas, D (The dark past with anger and agressiveness) and Min (The real yoongi), fought over to control the body during Yoongi unconscious inside his mind. The ruby human-heart like that made out of glass was the core, the conscious. Destroying it mean you kill the consious of that persona. Different timelines, I came up with this idea from daechwita, thinking what if he failed to mute (killed) the tyrant king back then. Looking it in that aspect, personally, I think it somehow fit the explanation of Yoongi’s triology. Letting the strong and fury persona control you to handle hate and prejudice, but at the same time, you were the one who deepen your own scars. What if it is getting out of control?
I wrote this story with a retro vibe because of the Haegeum’s settings. From the research I’ve read, the location was age around 1930 - 1960. Starting in 30s, the market hit its peaks around 40s - 50s before the fire incident in 60s. If I was wrong, I sincerely apologized for the mistakes.
Jack and Kim in the story, I used the image of Hoseok from Jack in the box album and Namjoon from Sexy Numkin. I saw a twitter about what if the three cross path. I didn’t capture the account nor remembered the name. If the idea owner come and see this, I apologize for not crediting you on the top of my ff🙇🏽♀️
I think that’s all. Thank you for your attentive reading, see you next session.
TW: Yandere themes, kidnapping, sex, fingering, spanking, homosexual relationships, bisexual relationships, polyamory
MOTHER FUCKING GAY ASS MEN WHO SET THEIR SIGHTS ON YOU AND TURN YANDERE AND KIDNAP YOU AND DRAG YOU INTO THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO BE THEIR LITTLE SUBBY SUB.
You watch these men kiss each other. Love on each other. FUCK each other. And they bring you into the mix. Now, you’re in between these masculine and muscular bodies, just squirming because you haven’t adjusted to this new dynamic yet.
One is in front of you, playing with your tits and pussy. The other is behind you, nipping at your neck and groping your ass and probably spanking you as well.
But what can you do? You can only lie there and moan, writhe, buck your hips, hope a finger curls over your clit and gives it a tiny smidge of attention.
You hide your face in the sheets, only for the one in front to grip your jaw and turn you back to look into his authoritative eyes.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me. Got it?”
And you whimper and nod. And the one behind you slips his fingers into your pussy, and the one in front rubs your clit. You end up coming sooooooooooo fucking hard that it takes you a couple of minutes to recover.
But they’re not done yet. No, they still have to show you how BOTH of their cocks can fit in that tight and cute little pussy now that it’s all wet for them.
Say hello to your new life as the sub of two very dominant yanderes because you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.
So people already knew about him & his reality... Omg. I had no idea because his likes & following pages were hidden. I'm just happy his blog's deleted and banned. Phew✌
Gore warning, trigger warning
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I am sorry for that ha...ha...I made myself even more sad...Are there any tags I should add? I did add the trigger warning, but just in case...
Trigger warning: Kind of Torture? Canon death mention. Death. Blood. Suicide thought and mention of suicide attempts.
Did I tell you that I am sad? Now I am even more sad, so here is my sad AU of suffering. Enjoy as much as you can, since I am bad at writing long stuff.
•JSchlatts limbo is actually a repeating circle of his own deaths. He suffers through all of his three canon deaths again and again.
•The first times were just painful, there was screaming, there were attempts to escape or change at least something.
•After the tenth death, there was begging of it to just stop and attempts to trade for just peace. He didn't want "revenge" or "another chance", just some peace. So he wouldn't feel the pain in his chest, as if his heart is being squeezed in an iron grip.
•As the circle continued, the ex-president didn't want anything more then to end it as fast as possible. The first death at the festival? He would almost jump at Technoblade, so the firework wouldn't slowly burn him, but instead just blow up in his face or ribcage, so the death would be fast....second death, he would do it faster then the imitation of Quackity ever could. Third death...he would use the broken bottle of whiskey to slice up his own throat...everything better then feeling his heart being ripped out of his chest and heading the laughter around him.
•At one of the last versions of his own death, Wilbur would find him. He was...shocked to say at least. Of course he would wish the man, who destroyed his life suffering....but not at this amount.
•Schlatt didn't act normal, that's for sure, he screamed, backed up from Wilbur, didn't let him get near, always trying to get to the bottle. He clearly didn't see Wilbur as real.
•It took a lot of time to calm the ram-hybrid down...well...he wasn't calm...but he wasn't screaming anymore. Wilbur wanted to believe that this is some kind of manipulation...or trick...but by the dead look in the eyes of his former rival, he really didn't think there is a possibility to fake this.
•During the "reviving" events, Wilbur managed to convince Dream, to take Schlatt with him. He didn't feel sorry...well...maybe a little bit....but not to much, he would be ready to kill him, if Schlatt would give a reason...
•There weren't many places were they could go...so...after weighting all the options, Las Nevadas was considered the...more promising variant.
•Quackity wasn't exactly happy to see Schlatt....and that feeling was oh so mutual...it was almost possible to see how the heart of the former president dropped, he tried to grab the nearest sword immediately and even if the duck hybrid wanted to protect himself, thinking that his ex-fiance wanted to attack him...he was pretty surprised when Wilbur had to stop Schlatt from roaming the sword into his own chest, screaming that this Quackity is real and that they are out of the cursed limbo.
•Some days passed and at the beginning Quackity enjoyed it all, it was funny to see that now Schlatt is the one, who would stay quiet and hold his breath near him...but with time it started to feel wrong...very wrong. He didn't hear a single word from the ram-hybrid. He only talked to Wilbur, so that Quackity wouldn't hear him.
•At some point the duck hybrid even got the feeling that he is genuinely worried about his ex-husband...which feeled even more wrong. Why should he? That's JSchlatt! He deserved it...right?...
•The confusion tortured the owner of Las Nevadas from the inside from the beginning of the day, till the late night...and then Fundy stormed into his room at one of the nights, screaming that Schlatt wouldn't open the door and isn't answering.
•They had to break the door to get in, the former president of Manburg was lying on the floor, in his own blood, that was coming from his arms.
•That was a horrific night. Just some minutes to late and that ram-hybrid would succeed. After that, it was ordered that someone always had to look after him. Most of the time it was Fundy...he clearly had a soft spot for the hybrid and it didn't seem like the ex-president minded. Sometimes Sam or Foolish helped, Wilbur was also often there.
•Just in the later days, Quackity decided that it was his turn, even though...Schlatt was far from being relaxed near him. He was always looking at the casino owners arms...at any objects that could be used for harm...that could be entertaining...but at that rate, it wasn't...it feeled wrong.
•At one of the days, Quackity was making some paperwork, just some casino detail...new machines and all...when he noticed that Schlatt was looking at the documents. "What?" he asked and immediately noticed that the ram-hybrids ears pressed to his head. Damn it...he didn't mean to sound that cold. Schlatt still didn't speak but carefully pointed at one of the paragraphs....and then at the other...Oh....the costs and parameters do not really seem logical...there are too many machines that would be ordered if he would sign...how could he miss it? Well...okay....he didn't get a lot of sleep lately...this is how..."Not bad..." for a second...maybe even less...he could see a glimpse of light in the eyes of a dead man...
To all those that have severe OCD, I don't mean to pry but I'm seriously curious, does having OCD affects the way you have s*x with someone? Like how you do it, or how you react? Does it affect the way you feel pleasure or how you give pleasure to someone? Does it affect how you feel sexually attracted to someone or how you engage in one relationship?
I'm really curious and I know that the best way to learn about it is to ask to someone that has it.
So please Tumblr folks do your thing!!
Mads Mikkelsen x male reader pt 2
Warnings: Sexual assault, anxiety
Summary: Mads is doing an interview and you're with him. At one point you leave the studio to go to the restroom. Something happens and Mads can clearly tell there's something bothering you, when you come back.
"Hey uuum... could we take a little break? 15 minutes maybe?" Mads asked Jacob, because he couldn't stop looking over to make sure you were ok. "Yeah sure. Guys! We'll have a 15 minute break." Jacob shouted to grab everyone's attention. Quiet murmur and feet shuffling could be heard.
Mads started walking to you quickly, ready to make sure if his intuition was correct and to help you calm down.
“Hey are you ok? You look shaken up.” Mads asked quietly as he placed his hands on your cheeks to examine your face. “I´m... uuum.. ok I guess.” You still kept looking around, but stopped when Mads turned your face towards him. “I went to the bathroom earlier and when I was washing my hands, a lady came into the restroom. I was confused, because I didn´t go into the gender neutral one, so she shouldn´t be there, right?” You look at Mads for agreement or support. “Well, you can´t assume anyones gender babe that person could of been a transgender man or just feminine presenting man.”
You nodded in agreement. “ Yeah I guess so. But when I asked them if they knew which bathroom they came into, they said it was the right one, because I was in there and that didn´t feel right to me.” You started hyperventilating, but tried to calm down and continue telling Mads what happened. “Then they attacked me, pushed me to the ground and started inappropriately touching me. I felt violated.” As tears were slowly trickeling down your face, Mads wiped them away with his thumbs and he hugged you tightly.
"Okay. This is what we're gonna do. You go sit next to Claire, I'm going to tell Jacob what happened and then we are going to find this person. Is that ok?" You hesitated for a second, but then nodded and kissed Mads on the lips. "Yeah it's ok. Thank you." You walked over to Claire and sat down on one of the chairs. You never expected this to happen to you. You had heard a lot of stories about people getting sexually harassed or even assaulted, but never thought about it happening to you personally.
“Hey. I told Jacob and he is going to the surveillance office to go look at the cameras so we should go and look, if you can recognise the person, who did this to you. Ok?” You nodded slowly and took Mads´ hand, holding it tight. You were scared. Scared to see that person who dared to touch you inappropriately. You knew the person wouldn´t survive out of this alive, with Mads being your husband.
He was protective of you ever since you met for the first time. It was 6 years ago. You fell in love instantly, even though you knew of his reputation, not just in the united states, but also all around the world.
You came back to the moment, when you heard Mads knocking on the surveillance office door. Jacob opened it and let you both inside. “So... we found the person who attacked you by seeing when you went to the bathroom. It looks like it was one of our employees. We hired them about 3 months ago, so firing them should be easy. I am incredibly sorry that this happened to you. We will be holding a company wide conference about this and informing other businesses about this person, so they won´t be hired ever again. And if you want, we can call the police and report this and get this person in jail.”
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To be continued...
dear newbies of the splatlands, please do not make plaza posts of inappropriate or hurtful words I saw that someone posted in the plaza about "unaliveing themselves" (they also had the basic gear and no name) this is not the first time I've seen posts like this plaza posts are here to help bring people together no matter what please if you need help it's ok to tell someone what you're going through
I hope everyone had a good holiday season stay safe don't post inappropriate language or content and you are not alone<3
OG Michael Myers general relationship headcanons
info I can't really imagine any relationship with og Michael being healthy so a trigger warning here for : toxic relationship, mental abuse and emotional/ physical(??) abuse and Stockholm syndrome
🎃 If you have read my lgbtq+ headcanons you know I believe he is aromantic, so him being in a relationship is only because it benefits him
🎃 the beginning of it all he is very, VERY cold he just kinda exist now in your live and you know that if you even think of calling the police you'd be dead in an instance
🎃 it's very much parasitic in nature, it might not come of like that at first glance because he is bairly is there, the only thing that always stays, is his intimidating aura
🎃 if you want to survive you better be really good at cleaning blood splotches, sharpening knifes, cooking, knowing to shut your mouth and being an obedient, submissive "partner"
🎃 he sees you as an object a tool to mess around and play with, if he gets bored or you annoy him you'd be dead where you stand
🎃 it's been 3 months and your still alive?? Congratulations either youre really good at your job or he findes you interesting, probably both, let's hope it stays that way
🎃 after some time has passed Michael will be more present in your live for better or worse, you will see him hanging around the house, inspecting every nook and cranny
🎃 when he memorized the whole house then the real fun begins (for him)
🎃 he follows you around, now being able to watch you up close is very fascinating to him. Most of the time you don't even know that he is studying you, but after a while his cold glare is burned inside of your brain and you kinda develop a sixth sense, alarming you every time Michael stares at you for longer then comfortable
🎃 he likes seeing you struggle but he doesn't outright hurt you (yet), no, your far to useful for that, but just because every time he exists within your space and shows mercy it doesn't mean his sadistic ways stop
🎃 small things are put on high places, low enough to touch it, but too high up to grab it
🎃 he will sharpen dull things and keep the blade up, you thinking it's still dull enough to straight up grab it end up having a relatively deep cut, it goes through your hand like warm butter and making you yelp and curse under your breath as you feel the sudden pain
🎃 while you're far to occupied on cleaning the wound and mess, Michael watches you
🎃 those "incidence" happen often, you end up scared around your hands and arms
🎃Michael LOVES looking at them, it's the only more intimate moments you have, it all depends on you if you try to shut down emotionaly, take them in like a soft love confession or be scared for your live
🎃 his rough fingers touch every scare strangely lovingly
🎃 after another while Michael got a small taste of fucking you up mentally, swinging back and forth between sadistic and sweet
🎃 either you have a strong personality and don't fall for it, and try to somehow get out of this relationship or you succumb to Stockholm syndrome
🎃 no matter what you choose either way you can end up dead
More Brahms headcanons about : his childhood, some LGBTQ+ stuff and general things
Honestly it's probably more rambling then headcanons?? But I'm just in the mood and write down what i think, i try to keep some kind of order but i can't promise anything.
Trigger warning for: homophobia,sexism, smoking marijuana (as medicine), movie typical violence (nothing in detail it's just mentioned), mention of suicide
🧸Were gonna start juicy with the homophobia his parents curb stomped him with.
🧸His parents were more of an old school couple and with that they pushed their believes into him, mostly it was on accident because that's how they grew up with (small mention just because it was a internalized thing it doesn't excuse their behavior)but a lot of Brahms anger and frustration got built because of it.
🧸From an early age they told him that cleaning and cooking was women's stuff, even if he wanted to help a girl or woman to clean up the smallest of messes his parents stopped him. That combined with him being spoiled rotten didn't really mash well, very fast he thought that everyone is here to serve him especially if they act/look/are female/feminine.
🧸When a same sex couple kissed in front of the family, Brahms parents got really shocked and acted like an animal got shot right in their eyesight. If they were women Ms. and Mrs. heelshire just down played it and told Brahms that they were just really good friends.
🧸The tryd to shield him from any non straight romantic relationships. And told him anything that is not being cis and straight is not normal, it wasn't even like "oh non cishets are weird and bad don't interact with them", they sayd it in a more sly and sneaky way often times not even realizing what's coming out of their mouth.
🧸Of course they couldn't shield him for long, Brahms managed to get his fingers on poems and stories about same sex love (he really liked sapphos works)
🧸After reading a particular gay story and later on meeting a boy he really liked questions quickly came, a lot of those questions couldn't been answered by his family or they just sayd the same things over and over again. The answers fuild his frustration and anger more which later on got mixed with confusion.
🧸One day he told his mother that the boy he met was really cute and he wanted to kiss him. He was kind of disassociating when he sayd that. His mother was really fucking shocked, her sentences scrambling and not making any sense out of panic. While his father just sat there and kinda gave him up.
🧸His mom suppressed any urges that aren't the cishet norm and also started the whole thing how touching himself is a sin and against God, believing that his longing to be hugged and kissed by a boy is because of sexual need and perverse desires
🧸After the fire everything got worse, not only did they suppress and stunted his healthy growth and exploration of his own identity, now they just suppress his whole existence.
🧸His father became more distance and needed to over think it all, while his mom was either non existent or emotionally and mentally abusive stunting him even more.
🧸There was one night were Brahms had a meltdown because he REALLY wanted to be kissed by the same sex, the years before he kinda managed to ignore it but this night was the worst. So his dad went to him and had some chitchat. It basically boils down to him saying he may not approve to his attraction to the same sex he is still his son and he loves and cares for him.
🧸The whole night was spent with talking about the whole thing and also the birds and bees since his mom also didn't teach anything about it. Even if the info was minimal at least Brahms has something to work with.
🧸When Brahms was around 20 Ms. and Mrs. Heelshire started to get nanny's, I will not go into detail of the many nanny's but I can say with each new person he learned something new about himself and his identity.
🧸Also around that age but probably also when he was younger he started to age regress as a coping mechanism, he couldn't really control it and just fell into that mindset for a REALLY long time.
🧸The most important nanny for his development was agender. When Ms. and Mrs. Heelshire hired them they looked more feminine and traditional not knowing about their identity.
🧸To keep it short they were everything Brahms parents told him to stay away. They were headstrong, dressed in gothic and punk clothes, smoked marijuana to deal with their mental health problems, were open about their sexuality ect.
🧸By watching them Brahms learnd a lot, he found out what multi gender attracted sexualitys were and quickly connected with omnisexual
🧸He also learned what age regressing is and was so intrigued with neopronounce finding some kind of comfort in them
🧸He thought a lot about neopronounce and one day dollsef popped out of his mouth when he age regressed. Toyself also came along much later, but since then he secretly spoke in third person and always used neopronounce.
🧸He was still very bitter about it and made him very aggressive in bad days
🧸Brahms develop a crush FAST and since everything came all of a sudden, he had a meltdown about it
🧸After he gathered himself up he decided to show himself and it was chaos
🧸Everything went wrong were it can get wrong. The whole thing ended up with Brahms letting all his frustration,anger and confusion out on the poor nanny
🧸He was a mess afterwards and sobbed for DAYS
🧸After all this Brahms became violent against his parents especially his mom, the nanny's also didn't survive long because no one was like his lovely nanny he had before
🧸When Greta came into his live he was star struck, he finally found someone to love and kinda fell into an unhealthy obsession and went delusional on their relationship
(🧸He also had the hots for malcolm but ssssshhhhh, the internalized homophobia still going strong)
🧸So when Greta left he was at a really bad live point. I heard that in the boy 2 Brahms killed himself after Greta left wich, we ignore that like royalty. But I like to think he tryd it, but ended up surviving the attempt and now has a scar on his body. He is very ashamed of it.
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no longer in the driver's seat
Poor bby
*A quiet night in the dorms*
Izuku: *Screams as he runs out of his room*
Everyone: *Looks outside to see him running to the kichen while screaming and crying*
Everyone: *Follows*
Izuku: *opening a bottle of bleach and crying* IT'S NOT WORTH IT I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE!
Everyone: NO
Bakugou: *Tackles Izuku*
Iida: *Grabs bleach*
Izuku: NO NO I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE
Mina: Do what?!
Izuku: LIVE NEXT TO MINETA