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[ambi-writes]

For the Victors

Synopsis: There is something about having his cute girlfriend wear his jersey while he fucks her before his games that's a good luck charm for Choso, and helps him and his team wins all their games.

Pairing: Rugby Player! Choso x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut drabble, possessive Choso. MDNI.

Choso was an international rising star. Going from being a good national player with potential, to dominating all of his opponents on the field and successfully achieving every score he aimed for, many wanted to know what changed in his training regime to improve his performance so drastically.

Each time, Choso didn't know what to say because frankly, who would believe the truth? That simply, fucking his girlfriend before each game, when her twat swallowed his dick whole and his jersey was riding high on her thighs with each rough thrust, was the new change? Just the crudeness of the statement itself would be career suicide. Not to mention, that Choso was a private man. Any crudeness he wanted to speak, he would only speak to you, and any details about your magical pussy and why it made him win, he'd keep to himself. Definitely, he would not have other players lining up to taste you, just so they could try improve their luck for winning too.

It was a good-luck ritual reserved only for him, and you would be fucked only by him, and the only jersey number you would ever need to wear, was also going to be just his. Because only he could work you until your legs shook too much to even stand up, and only Choso had the privilege to hold up against the lockers like a ragdoll, his size overwhelming yours, as he fucked into you raw.

"My sweet babygirl," Choso breathed into your ear heavily, and with his consistent bucking, he felt himself being close to finishing. "You let me fuck you so I can win my games. As a reward, I'm gonna cum inside you, make you full of my future victors." Then, with one last and loud groan leaving his lips, he thrusted a few times quickly against you, before he cummed inside you.

[ambi-writes]

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[an-ambivalent]

Woes of Reincarnation Part 2 [Yandere! Miguel x Fem! Reader]

Chapter Synopsis: You’re an Alchemax neuroscientist specializing in genetics and cognition memory research. Outside of work, you spend majority of your time with your daughter Gabriella and your partner Miguel. For the most part, you loved your life - you had a thriving career, a lovely daughter, and your wonderful stay-at-home partner who supported you and cared for your small bundle of joy in ways you were unable to. But slowly but surely, something starts to seem amiss with your husband and you realise that Miguel is not who you knew him to be. This is a sequel to this

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours and themes of that can be uncomfortable to read. Specific warnings: implied noncon. This work also has spoilers about Miguel from the comics. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.

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[an-ambivalent]

Yandere! Miguel x Fem! Reader

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours  that can be uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. THIS WORK HAS SPECIFIC WARNINGS OF: noncon and menstruation oral sex. IF AFTER READING THIS DISCLAIMER, YOU CHOOSE TO CLICK the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.

I hate myself for writing this so whatever.

Yandere! Miguel, who's spider instincts activate when you're menstruating and he loves to eat you out.

He starts of so gentle - he tenderly massages your thighs, and puts them over his shoulder. Then, he leaves a trial of soft kisses, and gentle nips on your inner thighs before inevitably, he's right in front of your heat. It feels vile because your aversed by the smell yourself, and just want to rest. Its painful, and you're cramping. The painkillers are making your head fuzzy and you're drowsy - you just want to sleep. But Miguel won't let you. Not when its his time to feast.

Sure, there is a smell, but his spider finds it delightful. You might be against it, but his spider loves it. Yearns for it every month, and needs his share of it.

He licks the single trail of blood dripping down your thigh, before following it to your outter lips. There's no time to focus on how only his warm breath is enough to cause goosebumps to arise at the back of your neck because the sensory receptors being kissed on your outter lips shoots chills through your nerves, and up to your spine.

Your back arches, and a loud moan leaves your lips as Miguel swipes his tongue at that perfect spot just beneath the skin of your inner lips. The pain from cramps feels worse, but there's also a start of pleasure. Your breath hitches, and one of your hands combs through his hairlocks, before clutching them tightly, and the other clutching the sheets beneath you.

"M-Miguel, plea, please s-stop. Its going to be too, ah, too p-painful." You beg. Miguel simply ignores you and continues his passionate makeout session with your lower region. His licks go deeper, more frantic, more depraved. Like he was a starved beast who was finally given a meal. Then, as the pleasure pressure built up, it collapsed. You exhale a drowsy sigh in bliss, actually feeling better temporarily. But that bliss subsides into anxiety, because you know from precious experiences that this isn't where it ends. It always ends in pain.

Miguel shamelessly laps at your mixed release of cum and blood. Now that you had released once, and were more relaxed physically, it was easier to go deeper.

With as much strength as you could muster in your weak and exhausted state, you pulled on his hair with all of your strength and shook your head.

"Miguel, please. Please, I'm begging you, let's stop here. I feel better now, anything more will hurt. Please, let's stop here for today, you know my first days are the worst. We'll do whatever you want tomorrow, I promise. I can take it better tomorrow. Please, just ignore your spider today and think about me for once-"

"Mi amor I always think about you. But you know, this is the only thing I ask for. I know it hurts for you, but now is the best time for me. You can take it, you're a strong chica, I know you can. I promise I'll try to be as gentle as possible," He whispered softly, and kissed your right inner thigh reassuringly. Then, he nipped one of your outter lips playfully with his sharp teeth, you yelped at the sensation. You tried to pull away, but were unable to, because Miguel gripped your thighs firmly.

"Now, try not to move too much, and just relax. It'll be fun for both of us, I promise."

[ambi-writes]

Hello! I usually don't post on this blog so feels a tad strange but just thought to inform some of you who followed me after reading the Isekai Miguel fic - I normally post all my fanfictions on my mainblog @an-ambivalent. This is my back up blog in case tumblr messes up and doesn't show my posts from my mainblog in the tags. I know some of you asked for a part two - luckily, I have some ideas for it so I'll try to make it happen! It might be posted in 1 or 2 weeks though (I'm unable to post fics instantly like I used to when I was younger) because I am currently overseas and need to work on my dissertation too 😭 so between that and everything else, I'll try to write as much as I can and then post it when its ready :) thanks for ur patience!

[ambi-writes]

Woes of Reincarnation [Yandere! Miguel]

Synopsis: As a recent enjoyer of the movie Across the Spiderverse, you were recently converted to a Miguel stan. Consuming all the edits on tiktok and instagram did nothing except feed into your delusions. So after a drunken night out with your friends, when you're walking home being absolutely hammered, you failed to see the truck with bright lights that was speeding your way when you crossed the road. You die and are reincarnated into Earth 928B - in the very place your current self-exclaimed fictional husband resided in. So, just like any dedicated fan, you turn to a life of petty crime to get his attention. Except, you had no idea of the dangerous new reality that awaited you and very different Miguel you would encounter.

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours  that can be uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion. Also the reader uses she/her pronouns. 

PSA: I've rewritten this crap like 3 times... I have given up so you can just enjoy this as it it written right now :')   Also, not really proof read. We die like men -  Happy reading!

You recall when you first woke up in this 'fictional' world. It was so surreal. It was difficult to fathom that you had been reincarnated into a movie you had watched - you only ever read about this type of things happening in webnovels and comics.

You had woken up with the worst hangover headache ever and lights had flashed behind your eyelids. It has been almost impossible to open your eyes because you felt like you had just died a horrible and painful death and then somehow came back to life. After some groans and cursing your past self for drinking so recklessly, you managed to open your eyes. And when you had, the vast and abrupt change in your environment had you thinking you were still passed out drunk. Instead of waking up in your usual home, you woke up in a dingy little studio apartment with white walls. It was furnished with the basic necessities but you were unfamiliar with all of it. The most bizarre was that when you looked down to your hands, you weren't a three dimensional being anymore. You looked animated.

Like any normal person in your circumstances, it took you a while to accept your reality. With a few hyperventilating moments, panic episodes, and pinching yourself until your skin welted in an attempt to "snap back to reality", there was one thing that made you get over yourself and accept the new world you were in: existence of Spiderman. And not just any Spiderman, but Miguel O'Hara. The very fictional character you would drool over when watching his edits.

You realised that you had been given an unique gift by the universe: you had the chance to be and do what many fans would kill for; you had the chance to woo Miguel and be with him. With that in mind, it didn't take you long to find your new purpose in your new world - that is, you were going to be a petty criminal to get his attention.

And that's how your 'villain era' started. You would remove the 'caution wet floor' signs from public spaces with massive crowds so it would result in many people slipping and falling. Other examples of your petty crime included: putting up 'not working' signs on lifts that were perfectly fine, signing up the government bodies and figures to receive spam emails, cut holes in unused grocery bags so that they were unusable, or order massive amount of donuts for the local police stations that they were then required to pay for. Well, the last one was just doing it for them in advance. The bottom line was that you were making many inconveniences for the public and this promoted the need for Spiderman.

Miguel was really ticked off that he was stuck into dealing with such a childish and wannabe villain. Another inconvenience was the last thing he needed. What really made him angrier was that  you were only meant to be nuisance who should be caught quickly. But that wasn't the case. Regardless of the childish villain you came across as, you had skills. You were awfully adept at escaping him and made terrible jokes and innuendoes while doing so.

Like currently, just as he was about to grab you, you jumped away and had the audacity to giggle. He yelled out in frustration and hit the wall beside him.

"You know its really attractive when you groan and grunt like that. Do you that a lot in bed too?" You asked shamelessly, while twirling a lock of your hair cheekily.

And there it was: the start of the innuendoes, your cheekiness, and your frustrating flirting.

"And its really attractive when you shut up. Why can't you be like normal villains and do an evil monologue instead of spouting the shit that comes out of your mouth?" Miguel retorted, as he once again jumped towards you, but you skillfully maneuvered away from him with somersaults.

"Come on Miguel, I know that you're fond our banter. It must get pretty tiring to keep track of the multiverse by yourself and always do complicated stuff. So, surely mundane superhero against me must be something to look forward to? I know you love me." You teased, winking at him. You were ready to dodge him again, but Miguel never came after you. Instead, the amount of information in your words caused him to freeze. It wasn't the fact that you knew about the multiverse and what he did that made him freeze; it was the fact that you knew his real name.

The silence was loud and was starting to shift. When he turned towards you ever so slowly, was when you had realised that you fucked up.

"What did you call me?" He asked so softly, that you barely heard him.

You smiled nervously. "Uh, I said, um, what's up doc?"

Slowly, he took a step closer to you.

"No, you called me Miguel. You know who I am."  He stated in a low voice, and then, took another step towards you, and then, another. With every step he moved closer towards you, you took a hesitant step back. Your fingers trembled in fear, and you continued moving back until your back hit the wall. And Miguel was right in front of you. He had you cornered into the wall - his body pressing against yours. There was no physical space left, as he pushed his much heavier weight against you to keep you trapped. Then, with his giant frame, he was towering over you; he leaned closer until his masked face was only a few inches away from your own masked face.

The current position would have you swaying in awe, had it not been for the fact that you had a very sudden realisation you had royally fucked up by disclosing what you knew. And although this was a fictional world when you had watched the movie, it was now your reality. So, as he was digging into the concrete wall beside your head with his sharp claws as a warning were real.  If he chooses to attack you right then and there, you were going to die - again.

"I-I was just kidding and blurted out whatever. It's not my fault that-"

"Shut up. You're not going to speak until spoken to. Understand?" He hissed. You knew that he was solemn and edgy. But his current downright rudeness hurt. Finally fathoming that it was best to not to provoke him in this moment, you nodded meekly in response.

"Good girl. Now, you're going tell me, how do you know my name?" He asked in the softest whisper, and he leaned closer to your face; you could see the vivid details of his mask, he was so close. The fear from his threats and the uncomfortable forced proximity that you could not move an inch in, caused your breath to hitch.

You shook your head. "I can't tell you."

This time, Miguel's mask unveiled his face automatically. His typical swept back hair was disheveled and parts of it fell over his face. Nonetheless, he wore a sneer, and his eyes were glaring daggers at you. It was hot, and you wished this current reimagine of him-pinning-down Miles scene had been in better circumstances, rather than the present one where he looked like he was mere seconds away from killing you.

Miguel leaned until he was right beside your ear. His warm breath fanned your ear as he spoke. "You seem to know a lot about me. So you should know what I'm capable off. I'm going to ask you one last time: how do you know my name?" He hissed, and bared his fangs at you, before softly nipping it at the shell as a warning. You yelped, and your body instinctively tried to move away from him. But since your bodies were already pressing against one another, you ended up just grinding against him.  

Nonetheless, after giving you a generous few seconds to consider, Miguel had enough.

"I warned you." He growled, and then, he ripped your mask off your face. You yelped as the mask was harshly removed from you, and you hair fell messily. You blinked a few times, and your eyes drifted until you met Miguel's.

You didn't know what kind of reaction you were expecting from Miguel. But it wasn't the one you got. Very tenderly, Miguel cupped your face. "[Name]? You're alive?"

Your eyes widened. And now, it was your turn to ask the same question. "How do you know who I am?"

"How- What do you mean how do I know who you are?! We were married, you were my wife! Well, you were until... It doesn't matter. I saw you die with my own eyes, but... You've been alive this entire time?! Is this some type of sick joke?!" He snapped.

You were bombarded with way too much information all at once. And before you could get a chance to speak your truth, Miguel continued his rambling.

"You, you didn't even contact me! We have a child together, does that mean nothing to you?! Do I mean nothing to you?! I know, I know that you weren't happy because I was too much, but I was only doing what I needed to do to keep you safe! I was trying to be better! You know I was trying but you never even gave me a chance! You just left me!" He babbled hysterically; in between his rambles, he didn't take a moment to breath, or give you a moment to speak. He simply digressed in his own ranting and the more he spiraled, the more his breath started to pick up. Being familiar with your own experiences of  hyperventilation, you knew that he was on the verge of a panic episode. So, in an attempt to comfort him, you wrapped your arms around him, and gently rubbed his back.

"You need to breath Miguel," you whispered. Your words seem to have an instant affect on him because he began to inhale and exhale deeply. Then, once he was calmer, he returned your embrace, and buried his head in your neck.

"Why did you leave me [Name]? Why couldn't you have just given me another chance?" He murmured defeatedly, and tightened his hold on you. You were still trying to process what had happened, so didn't know what to say. You weren't the [Name] that he was talking about. Yes you shared the same names, eerily similar personal details, and this 'body' of hers that you had reincarnated into, looked just like your own, but second dimensional. So she was likely another version of you, but you were not her. You never had kids, or allegedly ran away from a marriage. Sure, you had died though, but you were different from her. So, you decided to be honest.

"Um, I'm not who you think I am. I never been married or have kids.... I guess speaking in your terms, I'm her from another dimension?" You explained.

Miguel's grip tightened on you. "I have access to many dimensions and in only a very few she knows a version of me, much less lives if she does. But you, you seem to know me, the current me. You knew I was Spiderman and that I monitor the multiverse... Only one of me does that. There's no way you would know that unless you were my person. Stop lying to me." He seethed, and once again, was glaring at you.

"I-I'm not lying, I promise! You're [Name] is dead. I just happen to be from a world where all of this, you, the multiverse was nothing except a fictional story and that's how I know! Otherwise, what would I get out of pretending that I don't remember any of what you've said when we have so much history? I wouldn't do that on purpose." You tried to rationalise calmly.

Miguel narrowed his eyes at you. Then, for a few moments it was just silence - heavy silence that was starting to feel suffocating the more he scrutinised you. "I guess even you wouldn't go that far on purpose. Staging your own death and then making yourself forget everything about us would be too much, even from you. But it doesn't matter because I have you again. We can try once more. You don't have your past memories, we may this was a chance to start over. We'll make new memories and it'll be better this time, I promise. I promise you'll be okay this time - and this time, I'm not going to let you go."

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Sakura Haruno Fic Recommendations

I’m an admitted serial Sakura shipper. If there’s a single man in Konoha (or outside of it), you can almost bet I’ll find a way to somehow ship them. But honestly, even if I don’t necessarily ship them, I may find the story beautiful and put it here for others who ship them. Most are in the Naruto-verse but will be stated otherwise if not. 

Most, if not all, are Rated M. So be warned that almost all of them contain smut/adult content of some kind. I’m trying to branch out and read things that don’t contain smut but it’s a little challenging. I like steamy reads. 

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Fic Rec list for ItaSaku Shippers

Hey y’all. So, I’ve been on a Sakura shipper kick. Mostly, I ship a lot of people with Sakura and Hinata, but it’s on the Sakura end of things I’ve been diving into. Therefore, I’ve shown you something with Kakashi and Sasuke. I think it’s high time to show a ship that all of us have been through and loved to have seen. 

(If you seen any text that’s bold, it’s because they are in a series.)

Popular favorites: 

The Blind and the Unseeing by Stunning Sunset 

The Way of the Wind by just enough

Loophole by leafygirl 

A Ripple in the Pond by Lady Hanaka (these bold four are a series)

Crimson Reflections by Lady Hanaka (these bold four are a series)

Maelstrom by Lady Hanaka (these bold four are a series)

Shisui by Lady Hanaka (these bold four are a series)

cabbage patch by paws-bells

Vespertine by Cynchick

Perception by Cynchick

Blood of the Cherry Blossom by AnimeManga Fanatic

A Continuous Circle by JUCHKO (these bold two are a series)

And the Circle Comes Round by JUCHKO (these bold two are a series)

Wish by Mokulule

Fuyuhana by Wounded Angel 

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[imalreadyadeadbitch]

I’m a background character in everyone’s life. I’m not important to anyone. I don’t even matter.

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[rosecrystal]

what if....... i astral projected into your dream tonight ......... and gave you a kiss 😳....... haha just kidding........unless......... ?

[iamyourfandomqueen]

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[ambi-writes]

Oath Of Desires: Nine

Synopsis: [Yandere! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung] [Poly AU]

It had only been them three for a long time. Not one person more, not one person less – just Jungkook, Taehyung and [Name].

Jungkook was elated when Taehyung and [Name] told him that they had become a couple. He literally could not have been happier.

They were his favourite couple, and he loved them both…. A little too much.

When there was a hindrance in Taehyung and [Name]’s relationship which caused them to fall apart, Jungkook was distraught. Afterwards, when he realized the depths of his love for his ‘friends,’ Jungkook made an oath of his dark desires – he was going to do whatever it took to get them back together. And this time, he was also going to become part of their relationship.

Warning: As this story contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.

                                           ___________

Love, non-existent,

His dreams were mere delusions.

He threatened to burn them with fire,

But the thing that got burnt wasn’t them, but his dangerous oaths of desires.

                                       ___________

The air was thick, and the tension of atmosphere was intense -- they could taste it in their mouths, at the back of their tongue-- a disgusting sensation of iron that made them nauseous. Slowly, as if he was a victim of the serial killer who had just found him in his hiding spot in a horror film, Taehyung turned his head towards Jungkook, who raised an eyebrow.

“What are you hiding from me?” Jungkook asked, and instantly, [Name]’s body acted on her own. Subconsciously, [Name] put her hand on her stomach, and clutched the layer of clothing covering her stomach tighty. While doing so, a whimper of fear of what was to come, left her lips.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered to [Name], and the raw realisation of their reality sunk in; the fact that [Name] was sitting on the floor of a toilet, feeling anxious, frightened, traumatized, completely vulnerable, upset to the point when her entire body was shaking, and possibly pregnant, made his chest tighten in pain.

How did we even end up here? This fleeting thought appeared for mere seconds, but he was quick to ignore it. Reflecting on regrets, and pondering on the what ifs of the choices they made, and questioning the reality they were in was not going to be helpful in this moment. Maybe later, once this was all over, and they had the privilege to think for themselves again, maybe then they could ponder.  But right now, with Jungkook holding the crown and dictating over them like a tyrant King, there was little to no room left to think or breath -- it had to be all action.

So, Taehyung stuck with that. He proceeded to stand in front of [Name] protectively, as he stared at Jungkook with a challenging stare.

See, Jungkook had been feeling rather ecstatic since the past two days because he came to believe that he had finally broken Taehyung and [Name]. The [h/c] female, while did rebel against him, was easier and quicker to break because of her already passive nature, and due to the fact that Jungkook tended to punish her more. Taehyung was much harder to tame. But, it was not impossible. Jungkook had noticed that Taehyung had started to submit to him quicker. And even though, Taehyung was still reluctant, he had not been fighting as much either. They were breaking, and thus, the potential to build them into exactly what he desired them had been increasing. But now, all of his hard work and progress with making Taehyung more submissive was being shoved back right in face. Additionally, the fact that Taehyung thought he could stand on the same level as Jungkook and challenge his authority once again; it was a displeasing sight, and it caused the corner of Jungkook’s lips to twitch in anger.

“You know, I’ll be nice and give you another chance. Now this time, it would be in your best interest to tell me the truth because if you don’t, then I’ll make you both suffer. Do you remember what happened the last time when both of you defied me together? How awful it was to be on the verge of fainting from exhaustion and dehydration and still suffer from the punishments I gave you… You don’t want to go through that again, do you? Of course you wouldn’t. So tell me, what are you hiding?” Jungkook seethed, as he got off the frame of the door, and walked closer towards Taehyung, and stared at him with an intimidating gaze.

Taehyung did not move an inch, or even flinch, as he held his ground. He returned the ferocity of Jungkook’s glare with his own, before he scoffed at him.

“Like hell we will. Touch her, and I’m going to fucking rip your arm off,” Taehyung threatened, and he was prepared to carry out his threat by all means, had Jungkook not striked him first. Given his still weak state, it was easy for Jungkook to beat up Taehyung, and overpower him until he had Taehyung in a headlock. While this happened, [Name] could do nothing except watch them helplessly from the ground, and continue to shake in fear.

Her stomach churned and she felt sick with anxiety and terror that flooded her mind beyond her coping level; her breathes shortened, and she started to sob hysterically, as Jungkook turned towards her, with Taehyung held tightly, and in pain, in his grip.

No matter how much Taehyung thrashed, and tried to get himself out of Jungkook’s grip, his efforts remained useless.

“Let me go Jungkook! If you don’t let me go right now, or hurt [Name], I swear I’ll kill you! Don’t underestimate me--” Taehyung growled. However, he was cut short and unable to speak anything else, because Jungkook covered Taehyung’s mouth with one of his hands. Simultaneously,  he tightened his grip on him, to worsen his pain. Then, as he tormented Taehyung like this, he looked at [Name], and narrowed his eyes at her.

“[Name], you’re more understanding than Taehyung aren’t you? You’re more co-operative, right? And that’s why I always make love to you more. You’ll be good and do as I say since I treat you so well, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook started, and his voice caused [Name] to freeze.

Her bottom lip quivered, as Jungkook offered her a strained smile for comfort.

“Tell me [Name], what are you two hiding? I’m giving one last chance, don’t muck it up like Taehyung did.  Tell me or you won’t like what I do to you and Taehyung,” Jungkook warned, and [Name], currently not being in the right mind-set, or having the willpower to fight, confessed immediately.

“I-I think I might-- I might be p-pregnant,” She stammered, and Jungkook’s eyes widened.

First, there was silence, and [Name] awaited Jungkook’s response nervously. Then, everything happened all at once, and too suddenly; Jungkook lost it.

He released his grip on Taehyung, and let him fall carelessly, and mindlessly on the floor. Since Jungkook had been somewhat strangling during his headlock, as Taehyung’s body hit the floor harshly, he gasped in pain, and trying to breathe in as much oxygen as he could.

Jungkook ran towards [Name], and threw himself on top of her. As the weight of his body collided on hers, [Name] fell back harshly on the floor, and her head hit harshly, which made it throb painfully. She screamed loudly when Jungkook pinned her hands at the side of her head. He put his entire weight on her, and positioned himself on top her in a way that rendered her from moving. Heavy tears flowed down [Name]’s cheeks, and she viciously shook her head.

“Jungkook please, don’t do this—“

“It can’t be! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSE TO BE PREGNANT! YOU CAN’T HAVE A BABY! THIS WAS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE! It was supposed to be ME! ONLY ME! I SHOULD BE THE ONLY ONE YOU CARE ABOUT, LOVE, AND DO EVERYTHING FOR! YOU AREN’T MEANT TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! You’re— You’re only supposed to love me and not abandon me for someone else!” Jungkook cried hysterically, and the loudness of his voice, and the underlying promises of danger, caused [Name] to whimper and shut her eyes tightly.

“I… I won’t let this be the end. Not again. I don’t want to start over again. I’ll just, I’ll just—“ Jungkook stammered, and then, as if he just had an epiphany, his eyes widened impossibly wide. He licked his lips once, before speaking again, and this time, for the worst.

“I-I know. I’ll just get rid off this baby for everyone’s sake. You aren’t fat yet, and— and the baby probably isn't even grown yet. It’ll be easy. Haha, yeah it’ll be super easy. Just one hit will do,” Jungkook murmured to himself. However, [Name] heard him loud and clear, and this caused her eyes to snap open. She observed Jungkook from beneath him: his wide and large eyes that were filled with petrifying insanity, and his disheveled hair that overcasted his eyes, providing a dark shadow over his face that further highlighted his disoriented persona.  Then, with one of his shaky hands, he took out a knife from the back of his pocket, and shifted his grip on [Name] so that he pinned both of her wrists above her head with his other hand.  When Jungkook’s big knife entered her line of sight, [Name]’s bottom lip quivered once more, and she shook her head.

“No please, Jungkook, please, don’t do this. Please don’t this, don’t hurt me like this. I’ll, I’ll do anything that you want. I’ll even get rid off this baby if you get me the right medication but please, not like this— not like this, please. Please don’t stab me, I haven’t done anything. Please, I’m begging you, Jungkook, don’t do this to me,” [Name] cried, and tried to get out of his grip. However, her efforts remained fruitless.  

Jungkook gave her a stretched ear-to-ear forced smile.

“I’m sorry [Name], but I have to do this right here and right now. This needs to be done, for our future’s sake,” He said, and he raised the knife up high in the air.

As Jungkook had become preoccupied with [Name], he had completely forgotten about Taehyung, who he had left on the ground. Slowly, and surely, as Jungkook was having his mini-break down, Taehyung stood up from the ground. Taehyung was heaving, and he was pissed. He wanted to scream, charge at Jungkook, and beat him up until his bones would break, and his blood soaked his knuckles. However, he held himself back and kept himself under control. This was their only chance, and Taehyung NEEDED to make this count.

As quietly as he could, Taehyung leaned down, and grabbed the empty standing toilet paper roll holder that was beside the toilet, and raised it above him. Then, he slowly walked towards Jungkook. As he did so, his own heart beat loudly in his ears, and he hoped that Jungkook would not be able to hear it and be too focused on [Name].

Then, just as Jungkook was about to bring down the knife and stab [Name], Taehyung took proper aim, and with all the force that he could muster, and adrenaline from all the action and pain from before pumping through him, he swung the standing toilet paper roll holder at Jungkook’s head as hard he could.

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