#but either way i think bon closed it behind him

[briansmells]

LITERALLY HE JUST LET HIM GO HE DID THAT SHIT ON PURPOSE

him walking up to the doorway and trying to squeeze through was scarier than the jumpscare i loved it

[athenamikaelson]

A/N- finn is hot- don't try to fight me on this

Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Ch. 25

Word Count- 3.2k

Warnings- mentions of STDS, sex, condoms, bananas, THEO, decapitation, Kardashians

“Why are you smiling like that?” I finish applying the lipstick Rebekah sent me as an apology gift for attacking Elena, and glance over to Theo leaning against the doorframe.

“I just had a good dream,” I mumble as I stand up from my desk and grab my jacket.

Theo hums.

“So it has nothing to do with you letting that mutt slobber all over you last night…or his brother coming over right after and spending the night with you… I must say sister, juggling two bitches,” Theo wipes away a fake tear, “I’m so proud of you.”

I whip around and glare at him, “Theodore Monty Y/l/n, watch it!”

Theo smirks at me and raises his hands. 

“All I’m saying is that like 3 weeks ago the only side piece you had on your arm was Elena, and now you’ve got two brothers. Upgrades sister, hell ya!”

Theo throws out his palm for me to high-five. I don’t. Instead, I walk around him and down the hallway to the front door. 

Theo continues to speak.

“Now I know you’ve had zero playtime soooo I think we should chat about this. For example, we should have the talk.”

I freeze. 

“Theo, I will smother you in your sleep if you continue to talk.”

“Y/n, I don’t like children, I don’t want any nieces or nephews running around.”

I glare over my shoulder at him, “They’re vampires, you dimwit. They can’t have kids.”

Theo thinks to himself for a moment before nodding, “Okay. Well, what about STDs? What if there are vampire STDs you could catch? One look at that mutt from last night and I bet he’s got something you can catch other than fleas.”

I feel my face drop as Theo continues to mutter things to himself about vampire sexually transmitted diseases. 

I shake my head, open the front door, and leave the house, hearing Theo call from behind me. 

“Fine run! But don’t think for a second young lady that we won’t be discussing things later! And trust next time I see either one of those fools I will be asking them about Vamp STDs!”

At that exact moment, our 82-year-old neighbor Shelley, exits her house. I’m pretty sure her look of pure shock and horror mirrors mine. 

“Oh hi Mrs. Davenport,” Theo yells happily.

—

“Hey Bonnie, how are you?”

The phone line is silent for a moment as I hear Bonnie closing a door.

“I’m fine…I guess. My mom’s going to finish her transition,” Bonnie’s sad voice makes me frown as I stare at the red light in front of me. 

“I’m sorry, Bonnie,” I think back to last night and try to shake away the image of Esther’s decapitated head from my head, “If I would’ve known your mother…”

“Don’t apoligize, Y/n. It’s not your fault. And ya… it sucks she has to become a vampire but…it beats losing you or Elena. And I swear, Y/n, as soon as Damon told me that if the originals died, you would die with them, I tried stopping the spell. I would have never done it in the first place if I knew you’d die too.”

Bonnie’s earnest voice makes me smile, “I trust you, Bon. And thank you.”

I hear someone say something to Bonnie and she sighs, “I’ve got to go.”

“It’s ok, Bonnie. We’ll talk soon. Give yourself some time with your mother before coming back to this mess over here. You deserve it.”

“Okay, thank you. And when I get back we’ll find a way to get you out of that soul bond mess and away from the Mikaelsons.”

“Uh, ya, ok. Bye, Bonnie.”

I end the call and pull into the Grill’s parking lot. As I step out of my car, cross the street, and enter the grill, one thought won’t leave my head.

“What if I don’t want to break the bond?”

—

“Y/n?”

I stop walking and smile when my eyes meet Finn’s brown ones.

“Hey, Finn,” I slide into the seat in the booth across from him and can’t help but smile at the obvious discomfort he has plastered on his face.

“You look…”

“Uncomfortable…yes I know. A lot of things have changed since I was last part of civilization,” Finn fiddles with the ring on his middle finger and it reminds me of the anxious tic I do quite often. 

“We could’ve met somewhere else. I know that being in big crowds like this unsettles me too,” I smile softly at him. 

Finn eyes a group of passersby wearily but still shakes his head, “No…I’m alright. If I’m going to be a part of this world I’ve got to learn to live with these things.”

I nod, “Okay. So, why exactly did you have Rebekah call me to meet you here?” Finn turns his attention away from a drunk woman who seems to be having the time of her life, “You said you’d help me find my Rose.”

Oh…ya I did. 

I cringe slightly, “So here’s the thing Finn,” I’m about to tell Finn that there is no way in hell Bonnie would agree to bring another old ass vampire to Mystic Falls after what just went down, but as I look at the helpless expression on Finn’s face and the loneliness in his eyes, something in my breaks, “My witch is currently out of town for a family thing,” Finn’s shoulders sag and his face drops, “But, she said she’d be happy to help as soon as she gets back.”

Finn eyes me for a moment before a soft smile on his face appears, “I’ve waited 900 years for her…a little longer will be fine. Thank you for helping me, Y/n, I know you don’t have to but…”

“Finn we’re friends, that’s what friends do,” I say simply and Finn frowns. 

“Friends?”

The way he says the word aloud is as if he’s never heard it before.

“I mean you don’t have to be my friend, I was just-”

“I would like it,” Finn interrupts me, “It’s just that I’ve never really…had one before.”

His words bring back memories of me crying in my room, wondering why no one ever wanted to be around me and it makes me realize just how much me and this 1,000-year-old man have in common. 

“Well, I just got my first friend like 3 months ago, so I’m pretty new to this whole friend thing too.”

Finn frowns, “I don’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to be friends with you.”

I shrug, “I’m peculiar, remember?”

Finn’s upper lip twitches, “That we are.”

—

“Wait… so Kim is the oldest?”

I groan at Finn’s words, “Finnias, no! We’ve been over this Kourtney is the oldest! Kim is the one dating Kanye.”

Finn nods thoughtfully, “And we don’t like Kanye?”

I shake my head, “No because he was mean to Taylor Swift.”

I watch as the wheels turn in Finn’s head as he continues to piece together all the information on pop culture I’ve given him in the past hour. 

“Alright, I think I’m understanding. Actually…remind me again who Hannah Montana is?”

“Well, don’t you two look comfy together!”

I roll my eyes as I turn to see Demon Salvawhore smirking down at Finnias and I.

“What do you want, Demon?”

“I thought his name was Damon,” Finn questions me with a confused look.

“It is, but I still haven’t seen him and Lucifer in the same place at once so I call him Demon.”

Finn nods but looks down at his hands with a confused look.

“I just saw you two here chatting it up so I thought I might come say hi.”

“Well, we’re kind of in the middle of something here. So feel free to take your leave,” I glare at him.

“It’s alright, Y/n,” Finn says and I turn to see him getting out of the booth, “I should probably get back to make sure my siblings are still alright. But…thank you, for today and helping me.”

I smile up at Finn, “Anytime, Finnieas. And I’ll talk to Klaus about buying you that phone so I can show you how to text.”

Finn nods his head, smiling, and then walks away.

My smile falls as I glance back to Demon.

“What do you want?” “Why are you avoiding me?”

I blink slowly at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Damon gives me an “Are you serious” look.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Pukey. I’ve tried calling you all night last night and all this morning. Only to find you here with yet another original.”

I stand up and glare at him, “Finn is my friend.”

“Ya? Just like Elijah and Klaus are right?”

This bitch.

“I’m not doing this with you right now, Damon. Leave me alone.”

I turn and walk away but Damon’s hand grabs my upper arm.

“Y/n, stop.”

“Is there a problem here, Y/n?”

I turn to my right to find Rebekah at my side, glaring at Damon.

“No, Rebekah. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Rebekah smiles at me but doesn’t move. 

Damon drops my arm but doesn’t leave, “Why are you mad at me?”

It’s my turn to give him an “Are you serious” look, “Really Damon?! You almost killed the Mikaelson yesterday, which almost killed me, and then you actually did kill Bonnie’s mom who is now turning into a vampire?!”

Damon rolls his eyes and I fight the urge to slap him.

“Bonnie’s mom needed to die,” He says simply and I glare at him.

“And why was that?”

Damon doesn’t blink, “Because it came down to you or her,” His voice comes out strong, “And I’d pretty much kill everyone in this town if it meant my best friend stayed alive.”

Oh, Jesus Christ, I’m going to cry.

“Oh…”

Damon tilts his head, annoyed,  “That’s all you have to say. Oh?”

The next thing I know I’m throwing my arms around him. 

Damon doesn’t move for a moment, but after a few seconds his arms wrap around me and he pats my head awkwardly, “Ya, okay, Pukey. Love you too.”

I let go of Damon and fight back tears in my eyes. Damon rolls his eyes and fies his jacket trying to act tough. 

“You’re too emotional,” He says nonchalantly.

I punch him in the arm, “You just called me your best friend. Not takebacks, Demon.”

Damon rolls his eyes dramatically, “Ya whatever, Pukey.”

He reaches out a hand and messes up my hair before turning around and walking away, not before I spot the small smile on his face.

“You guys are odd.”

Rebekah’s British accent makes me remember she’s standing beside me. 

“Ya, kind of.”

Rebekah rolls her blue eyes and a wave of jealousy flows through me. How is it that someone can be this pretty?! 

“So…Elijah didn’t come back until early this morning,” Rebekah’s lips morph into a smirk, “Do you know anything about that?”

I feel my face heat up, “Um…nope.”

Rebekah raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure? Because the smile that was plastered on his face all this morning says otherwise.”

I furrow my brows, “What does him smiling have to do with me?”

Rebekah gives me an “Are you serious” look, guess it’s common today, “Maybe because the only time my older brother smiles is when he’s around you…And he was really smiling this morning.” 

At her tone I freeze, “Wait…do you think that we…” I move my hands around, “Y’know…”

Rebekah raises an eyebrow at me, “Well, didn’t you?”

I shake my head viciously, “No! All we did was kiss and then he watched Coraline with me until I went to sleep!”

Rebekah’s face falls, “Seriously? You’ve got my older brother all giddy after one kiss.”

I shrug, “I doubt he was “giddy”.

Rebekah nods her head, “Oh trust me, he was practically singing when he was making his morning coffee. 

I snort out a laugh at her words and try to imagine Elijah singing. 

“I like seeing him that way…happy. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of my siblings like that.”

At her solemn voice, I frown, “How are you doing? After everything…”

Rebekah shrugs, “I’m fine. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t be.”

Her dismissal has me frowning deeper, “Bekah, you’re mother died. I know that she tried to kill you but it doesn’t change the fact that she was still your mother.”

Rebekah looks at me but her face doesn’t betray how she’s really feeling, “I’m fine, Y/n. Finn was the mummy’s boy. I don’t give a damn about that woman.”

I nod but still don’t believe her, “Well if you ever do need to talk to someone. You can always call me.”

Rebekah eyes me for a moment skeptically, then nods, “I won’t need to but…thanks. I guess,” Her attention strays for a moment, “There is someone I need to go talk to. Goodbye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Rebekah.”

—

I pull into my driveway but feel a frown come over my face as I notice an unfamiliar expensive-looking black car in my usual parking spot.

I park beside it and hurry into the house, worrying about Theo.

“Theo! Are you okay-”

“So, both of you have your bananas, and these right here are condoms,” I turn the corner and my jaw drops as I see Theo holding up a banana and a Trojan condom. An unfamiliar sound comes out of my mouth when I look at the two figures sitting on the couch before him with bananas in their hands and annoyed looks on their faces. Klaus and Elijah. 

“Theo what the hell are you doing?!?”

My yell of utter horror catches the three men’s attention.

“Oh, goody! Sister, I’m glad you’re here,” Theo drops his banana on the coffee table before Klaus and Elijah, a table that is covered in condoms and STD pamphlets, “After our little talk this morning I got to thinking and decided that if you and I aren’t going to talk about the elephants in the room, I’d just call up your boyfriends and have that chat with them myself.”

I stare wide-eyed at Elijah and Klaus, “And you both agreed to this?!?”

Elijah releases a deep sigh and Klaus glares at my little brother, “Your infant here called us and said we had to get over here because you were in danger.”

Theo raises his hands, “YES! In danger of catching a vampire STD.”

“Theo! Those don’t exist,” I screech at him.

“That’s exactly what we’ve tried to explain to him for the past 30 minutes, Elskan. For some reason, it isn’t sticking,” Elijah raises his head and shoots a dirty look at my brother. 

“Thirty minutes!? You’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes letting my 16-year-old brother have the sex talk with you!?”

“Well, 15 of those minutes were filled with threats,” Klaus mutters.

I glare at him, “I thought I told you to stop threatening my brother.”

Klaus turns his glare onto me and raises his hands in exhaustion, “The threats were from him, Love! And they were quite imaginative.”

“Thank you, I’ve been working on them for a while now,” Theo smirks at Klaus, and the hybrid growls at him. 

“Niklaus, please,” Elijah sighs.

Theo turns his attention back onto me, “Well now that you’re here,” He drags me over to a chair and pushes me down into, “I can finally give you the talk.”

“What talk,” Elijah asks confused.

Theo looks at him like he’s stupid, “The sex talk, dumbass. Since you,” He points to Elijah, “Like to spend the night in my sister’s bed without asking me permission. And you,” He points to Klaus, “Like to slobber all over her like the dog you are. I thought it would be a good idea to have this discussion before things move further. Now gentleman pick your bananas back up.”

“Theo! NO!”

Theo ignores me and smiles at Klaus and Elijah, who haven’t moved.

“One more dog joke out of you, Theodora and I swear I’ll-”

“Niklaus!”

Elijah and Klaus eye each other and Theo just stands there tapping his shoe on the hardwood floor. 

“Theo go to your room, right now,” I stand up and glare at him, “We are not having this discussion right now…or ever!”

“But the vampire STDS!”

“Theodore there are no such things as vampire STDS! GO TO YOUR ROOM!”

My yelling has all three men looking at me wearily. 

Theo raises his hands in surrender, “Ok, fine. Just trying to help.”

“And leave the condom here!”

Theo halts and turns back to the table and Klaus, Elijah, and I watch as Theo empties maybe 30 condoms from his jeans. 

“Bloody hell,” Klaus mutters.

I glare at Theo as he skips out of the living room and down the hall to his room. As soon as I hear his door close I run a hand over my face.

“Elskan-”

I raise a hand stopping Elijah before he can continue. 

“Nope. Whatever you’re going to say…just nope.” 

“Well, I’m never going to look at a banana the same way,” Klaus’ says sarcastically and I’m silent for a moment before a loud laugh escapes my mouth.  

I move my hands from my face and find Klaus smirking at me, and Elijah smiling softly at me with a bright look in his eyes. 

“Why didn’t you both just leave,” I asked incredulously, “You two are the strongest and oldest creatures alive, and yet you stayed to have a teenage boy teach you how condoms work?!”

Klaus and Elijah side-eye each other. 

Elijah stands from his seat and fixes his suit jacket, “When we heard that you were in danger we hurried over here as fast as we could…but when we came inside and found this,” He gestures to the table of condoms and bananas, “We were going to leave.”

“And then Theodora locked the door behind us and told us that if we didn’t sit down and shut up he’d never give us his approval. And then said that we can bet our asses that if we don’t have his approval, you’d never speak to us again. I of course told him to go to hell but my brother here sat down like the good boy he is,” Klaus says and rolls his eyes.

“And yet you’re still here,” Elijah mutters. 

“So let me get this straight,” I look to both of them, “You endured Theo’s company for 30 minutes, just because you want his approval?!”

“If his approval means you accepting us…then of course we did.”

Klaus mutters something about Theo and daggers, but I ignore him. 

“You really care that much?”

Klaus and Elijah both give me “Are you serious” looks. 

“Love, I thought we made our thoughts about you quite known,” Klaus says as he stands, “We want you. Even if that means you come with a less than exceptional little brother as baggage.”

I snort at Klaus’ words and Elijah walks across the table and over to me, “There is nothing in this world I desire more than your company and happiness, Y/n. Please believe me when I say that.”

I feel my face heat up at the attention of the two men and I nod.

“I believe you.”

“Great,” Klaus says then pauses, “Also…I was just wondering what exactly was discussed by you and Theodora to warrant all of this,” He gestures to the table with a smirk. 

Oh fuck.

[bonbonly]

bon's thoughts (18+) a/n: anonsss i see your messages in my ask box, i might take a break from answering them cuz i got other... interesting thoughts LMFAO college!au daniel ricciardo who's partnered up with you for group project. only problem is that he's not doing any of his work. all he ever does is say something cheeky, wink at you and walk away to hang out with his friends. you hate him. you hate the way he sits next to you in class even though he knows you hate him, but he does it on purpose because he likes to see your reaction. you hate that he's always glancing at your answers when you're taking a test, and then boasting about how smart he is outside of the lecture hall. he never turns in his work, never texts you if he's done his part of a powerpoint and certainly doesn't respond when you're calling him at 3 in the morning, crying about how you need him to finish his slide or else you're going to get a bad grade because of him.

he always chooses you because he knows no matter what, you'll end up finishing his slides. and he merely is trying to finish inside you. he watches you cross your arms, bite your lips and frown when he's presenting to the other students. you're always unhappy with what he's doing, and he wants to see you with a smile on your face.

"a smile wouldn't hurt you know" he leans close to you to whisper into your ear. the both of you are at the library, sitting in the small cafe as you're editing your slide. you frown at him,

"you finish your slides and then i'll smile. we have to rehearse this before tomorrow. you wanna meet up somewhere this evening?" you ask.

"i'm busy this evening. what about at night? 1 am at the basketball court?" daniel asks and you scowl,

"that's across campus for me! and i know you're just gonna play basketball and not let me practice. why are you always my partner, i just don't get it, you're useless!" but you still agree, because it's either the basketball court, or no rehearsal at all.

you press record on your phone, because you like to record all your practice sessions, and you take a step back. your laptop's on the bleachers, and daniel walks over. he's sweating, having played basketball until you showed up, and he smiles at you. you don't reciprocate and roll your eyes, telling him to get started.

"remember, it's a presentation about pain vs pleasure. you need to be careful with what you say. i included extra examples on your slide, like cutting your finger on accident, and getting a good grade on your test. cuz you know serotonin is-" your words are tuned out of his mind, he's focusing on the part where you said pain vs. pleasure and he has a wicked idea in his head. he nods, contorting his face to look like he's deep in thought and listening to you intently. he takes off his cap and tosses it to the side before winking at you,

"i got this don't worry." and he turns to face the camera. surprisingly, he's doing well. very well, and that doesn't sit right with you. he never is this prepared, and the entire time you're staring at him with a look of shock. he turns to you with clasped hands, "may i perform a demonstration?"

and you're nodding your head, "of course, of course!" because you think he's being very serious and composed, you'll do anything as long as he's finally listening to you for once. he nods his head, standing behind you, and almost immediately he yanks your top up just enough for your tits to spill out and he watches them jiggle in front of the camera. the cold air of the night makes your nipples harden and as you're gasping in shock at what he's doing, he roughly takes your nipples in his hands and twists them, causing you to cry out.

"that's pain," he glances at the camera, before kneeling in front of you. he takes your areola in his mouth and begins to suck, rubbing your other nipple with his thumb. you let out a really quiet moan, a hand coming to grab the curls in his hair and he tears his mouth away from you juicy tit with a pop! "and that's pleasure!"

he crawls over to where your phone is and stops the recording, and glances back at you, leaning on his elbow with smile, "should we do some more rehearsals?"

and you're nodding your head like crazy.

[take-it-on-the-run]

Rosyln

Dean Winchester x FreshlyTurned!Reader

It was supposed to be a simple hunt. Something to get the three of you back on your feet after a year of thinking Sam was dead and no contact between you and Dean.

Word Count: 2.1k

Tags: Vampirism, the reader is turned, angst, hurt/comfort, soulless Sam is slacking, blood, vivid descriptions of smell and pain, vomiting, illness comfort, Samuel Campbell (yes he is a warning he sucks), brief mention of the reader killing Dean

Characters: Dean Winchester, Soulless!Sam Winchester, FreshlyTurned!Reader, Samuel Campbell

Anonymous requested: "hi <3 wasn’t sure if I could request this or not, feel free to ignore if you don’t feel comfortable doing it, but can I request a hurt/comfort fic with dean :) like patching up an injury or smth, thank you !!!"

Read it on AO3!

A/N: Bon Iver + St. Vincent title. Okay, I'm going to preface this by saying this went a little off the rails from what the request asked for, and I hope that this is still generally within the realm of hurt/comfort. Thank you for the request anon, and if you don't think I quite hit the mark, I'm sorry. Other than the haywire writing, this was a ton of fun to write, and made me brush up on my season six lore. Every mistake is my own, heed the tags, and enjoy!

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Blood ran down your chest and stomach, coupled with a hot, searing pain that pulsated from the side of your neck.

The barn you were in was slipping in and out of vision as you tried to focus on a small crack that ran through a few of the ceiling boards.

The reality of your life coming to an end in a barn on the outskirts of a small Midwest town crashed down on you.

It was supposed to be a simple hunt.

Something to get the three of you back on your feet after a year of thinking Sam was dead and no contact between you and Dean.

Rush the vamp nest, take them out, and torch the place for good measure.

It was a fairly simple plan, given the things you three had gone through over the past years. Ghosts, demons, and the damn devil himself. A plan that would’ve gone through perfectly if Sam followed through on his end.

You were supposed to go through one of the top windows, Dean through the front, and Sam the back.

You found two vamps up in the loft, swiftly cutting through the head of one before the other kicked you straight through the loft’s railing, landing on your back a floor below.

Before you could get to your feet, he was on top of you, yanking the machete in your hands and throwing it across the room. He brought his grotesque mouth to your neck, all sharp needles made of bone. The metallic smell of blood caked to the back of his teeth wafted over your senses.

You could feel the muscles in your neck drawing taught as his teeth attempted to rip out the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder. You tried pushing him off, but the harder you pushed, the more his jaw would close. The only thing stopping him from ripping your throat clean open was Dean running behind him and holding the vampire’s mouth open like a wild animal.

Through your drowning ears, you could hear Dean yelling for Sam to come kill the monster on top of you, but no such relief came.

You didn’t know where Sam was, but you knew Dean had a choice to make.

Either let the vampire’s jaw go, letting him yank your throat apart as he scrambled for a weapon to kill it, or continue yelling for his brother who was yet to be found.

Your eyes met his briefly through the struggle of his vice grip on your attacker. You could see confusion, followed by regret, flash in his eyes; like you were telling him it was one way or the other.

As strong as Dean was, you knew that he wasn’t strong enough to wait for Sam and still have the energy to hold the vampire on you.

He knew it, too.

You closed your eyes when you saw his hands starting to move away from the vampire’s jaw before they slipped off and he was out of your sight.

You didn’t blame him. It was a tough call to make, and if the roles were reversed, you were sure you’d make the same choice.

That’s the life, after all.

You were barely conscious enough to recognize Dean dragging you away to prop you up against a wall with a grunt. You heard the rotting door of the barn get kicked open, and you blinked your eyes open enough to see Sam finally make an appearance with the med kit that you stashed in the Impala.

“Where the hell were you,” Dean spit at his brother with venom. You heard Sam’s voice, but the words were garbled and you couldn’t put together what he was saying.

Your voice rattled a moan without your control, like a ghastly breath escaping your lungs in an attempt to cling to life. Their voices came to a hush as Dean returned to kneeling at your side.

“Hey, hey sweetheart,” his hand cupped the side of your face while the other remained pressed harshly on the gaping wound in your neck, “I need you to focus on me. Just keep your eyes on me, everything’s gonna be alright.”

You knew you were at the end of your blood tank; in reality, it was a miracle you were still awake at all.

Fuck.

You moved your jaw, Dean’s hand riding on the side of your neck in an attempt to keep the wound covered.

In no human realm should you be awake or alive in this moment.

But, as Sam shoved thick pads of gauze into Dean’s hands, you felt the world stop as a new smell cut through the one of your blood.

A deep, unsatiated hunger, as if you hadn’t eaten since the moment you were born, dawned on your tongue. It didn’t pile in your stomach like normal hunger; it coursed through your body, wracking you with the urge to find the source of the smell.

Dean.

The smell was coming from Dean.

You forced yourself away from him, kicking against the rickety floor of the barn as he looked at you in shock.

“What are you doing? You’re going to bleed out, please, I know it hurts, but…” his words died in his mouth as you slowly stood to your feet, feeling around the site of the wound. Your hand moved on your skin, slipping in your blood but not dipping against the gaping holes you knew should’ve been there.

“I need you two to back up away from me, please.” You stated as calmly as you could. Something was clicking in your jaw, and you guessed it was the new teeth forcing their way through your gums.

The two of the brothers stepped away, Sam a little faster than Dean, as you dug your nails into a wooden beam to stop your feet from moving.

You watched them from a distance, whispering to each other with occasional glances your way.

Dean took a step towards you, his hands in front of him cautiously as you firmly planted your feet to the ground.

“Sam says he and Samuel may know how to deal with this, he thinks they might have a cure. I’m going to grab the guy that turned you,” he turned to the body slowly, keeping eye contact with you, “and we’ll need you to come with us. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You craned your neck to look around before your eyes were burned with the light creaking through the walls. It burned like the sun had come down to Earth and set it on fire, swirling up to your brain and distorting your thoughts.

“Dean,” you heaved out, planting your hands firmly over your eyes, “I don’t think-” your brain felt too light to form more words. Everything was too bright, too fast, too much.

Your body buckled at your hips as you heard one of the pair approach you. Hands lightly pressed at the backs of your legs, and you were swept off your feet.

When you woke up, you were sat upright in a chair, alone in one of the many rooms of the Campbell’s compound. You recognized it as one of the rooms dedicated to the many monsters the Campbell family took in; the barred door locked from the outside.

You gasped, holding back a gag as you tasted your rancid breath.

“Y/N?” You heard someone call out your name from down the hall, and you scrambled to the bars, wrapping your hands around them.

“Dean?” You called out with a weak voice. The owner of the voice turned down the hallway, revealing Dean’s broad figure walking swiftly to you.

He knelt in front of the bars, gaze sweeping over you, taking in your ragged appearance.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and steady. “How are you feeling?”

You laughed bitterly. “Like something chewed me up and spit me out.” The words felt strange coming out of your mouth, as if each syllable scraped against your throat, raw and foreign. You tightened your grip on the bars, the metal cold against your clammy skin.

Dean nodded slowly, glancing down the hallway where Sam and Samuel’s muffled voices were discussing… something. Something about a cure. A way out of this. But you could tell by Dean’s face that the chances weren’t great.

“Listen, they’re working on it,” he said. “Sam and Samuel think they might be able to stop this, to reverse it somehow. You just have to hang in there.”

You met his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of certainty, anything that might give you hope. “And if they can’t?” Your voice was softer than you’d meant, but you had to ask. The hunger clawing at your insides was getting stronger, more insistent, and it terrified you more than anything else.

He exhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against the bars. “Then we deal with it.”

You felt a shudder run through you, half from fear and half from the hunger that twisted your insides at the scent of his blood. “Dean… you don’t get it.” You tried to explain the gnawing feeling, how you could practically taste his blood just by being this close. “I’m not safe, not like this.”

Dean’s jaw tightened. “Then I’ll find a way to make you safe. Whatever it takes.”

Just then, Sam and Samuel came down the hall, carrying an ancient-looking book and a glass filled with a thick red liquid. You guessed it had blood in it, by the smell, but various other scents in the drink made you want to double over. Dean turned, his face hardening as he looked at them.

Sam cleared his throat, glancing at you behind the bars. “We… we think this might work. The cure’s based on a blood transfusion from the vampire that turned you, mixed with some ingredients Samuel and the family found.” He met your eyes, his expression somber, with a blankness in his eyes. “It’s gonna hurt. A lot. But if you can make it through… there’s a good chance we can turn you back.”

With a nod, you stepped away from the door, allowing Samuel to unlock it with a key he pulled from his pocket. Dean stared at you intensely as Sam crossed the threshold into the cell. He handed you the cup and quickly stepped back out of the room.

Before either Sam had a chance to close the door again, Dean stepped in.

“What are you doing?” Samuel asked, creaking open the door so Dean would have the chance to leave.

“If this has the chance to kill her, I think we owe her enough to not let her die alone in a cell like some damn dog,” Dean said harshly.

Sam looked as if he was going to say something, but Samuel silently closed the door and locked it.

“Dean,” you groaned out, the ache of your new sharp teeth erupting past your gums making it hard to speak, “you shouldn’t have done that.”

“I know you, and I know that out of all of us, you’d be the one with the most control to not eat me alive.” He said wryly, sitting against the wall opposite of you as you leaned against it.

You smiled despite the pain radiating throughout your body. The drink in your hand smelled like blood mixed with something bitter that sat in the back of your throat. You looked a Dean for a moment, before raising the cup a little in a ‘cheers’ motion and starting to slam the liquid down.

It burned like the first time you drank booze, but there was no warm and fuzzy feeling when you finished. You coughed roughly, dropping the cup and leaning over to sputter your inside up. Dean moved to you within a second, hand holding your hair out of the way as you finally opened your eyes to see what was escaping you.

Blood.

Blood shot from your lips over and over, the only relief found in the form of Dean’s hand gently rubbing your back as your body purged the vampirism straight from you.

You didn’t know how long you spent ridding the disease from your body, but it was long enough to create a puddle of blood that soaked into the jeans you were wearing. You brought your nose away from the smell, not realizing that the hunger in you had finally stilled. Every inch of your body was stretched and burning, but the smell that Dean carried with him was finally gone.

He leaned back against the wall again, bringing you against his chest as he whispered near-silent words of encouragement and comfort. The two of you sat in that cell for what seemed like an eternity, not bothering to call out for anyone to let the two of you out.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Simon and Johnny walking HR reader to get car every night ✨

They show up like clockwork, right at 6:30 when you get off. You’re already gathering your things after working a little later than expected, and have begun shoving them into your bag when the door opens. The sound of the door to your office creaking draws your attention toward the two soldiers.

Lieutenant Riley, still in his mask, has traded in the uniform for a black shirt that is anything but simple—not when it’s stretching around broad shoulders and wide biceps that make him look like a gladiator.

Sergeant MacTavish is no small man either, though he’s distinctly wearing a Celtic football club shirt. It’s just as taut across his shoulders and broad chest as Lieutenant Riley’s is on him.

Both men conduct an image of strength and intimidation that almost guarantees you to feel safe being escorted to the parking lot. Their insistence on walking you to your car every night is an offer you literally can’t refuse—because they’ll do it anyway.

“Workin’ late tonight, aren’t ya bon?” Johnny crosses his arms over his chest, head cocked slightly to the side. “Usually off at 6?”

“I had to do a few things, just because I went on vacation doesn’t mean the work stops.” You sling the strap of your bag over your shoulder and let it fall heavily against your hip. "Especially not with you four."

Normally you would give some kind of care about how the strap sits against your chest, and the way it could make your chest pillow from the weight of it. But you’re too tired and far too ready to go home to care of it draws their attention.

"Ya know, if ya ever wanna crash on base, m'sure Sergeant Garrick or myself wouldnae mind ya crashin' in our bed." Johnny makes the suggestion sound so innocent yet so dirty all in one breath, as if he's promising to be on his best behaviour. But he'll consider being a menace if you ask.

"I'd rather go home and sleep in my own bed than on the stained mattress of Sergeant MacTavish." Your implication doesn't even wound Johnny, not in the slightest, not when your words imply he's gotten his fair share of barrack bunnies.

"Lietuent Riley then-" you slip by Johnny, not able to escape the other soldier who grabs your wrist and prevents you from moving too far.

"Forgot your keys." Simon tilts his head in the direction of your desk, where your keys sit on a simple lanyard, some promotional item from the bases' recruitment office. "Gonna walk home?"

"No, I was going to take my flying monkey's." You grumble under your desk and head back into the office, swiping your keys from the desk before you can really leave the office.

When the door closes behind you, MacTavish and Riley flank you like they're your personal bodyguards. For a moment there's silence, you don't talk about the dinner the 141 had coerced you to going on nor do you talk about the gifts Simon Riley leaves you.

Captain John Price isn't the only soldier whose been trying to sweeten your sour mood when you have to deal with the troublesome quad. John brings you flowers and chocolates, always your favourites, and Simon makes you his speciality tar coffee, it's too thick and bold for you but you take it anyway.

While Johnny and Gaz have given you their fair share of gifts, they seem to dabble heavier in the acts of service department. Gaz likes to carry any files you're dragging from your office to your vehicle, and vice versa. Meanwhile Johnny is stealing you away from your office for your mandated breaks, most of which you try and miss to catch up on things.

"You don't have to walk me to my vehicle every night, it's a military base." You leave the building and step outside, involuntarily shivering from the blast of cold that seemed to counteract the warmth from inside. "But I appreciate it."

"You're not walkin' alone, not at night. " You think Simon acts brashly when he loops and arm around your shoulders and tugs you into his side, but maybe you're wrong. Maybe this is just him feeling sorry for the HR woman who was too stubborn to pack a coat in the morning.

"Military base or not, soldier's can be fuckin' arseholes." Johnny tags along beside you until you get to your vehicle. Once there he swipes your keys and unlocks the door, even going as far as to blast the heat to warm the vehicle for you.

"Thanks, for walking me I mean. And for starting my vehicle." You squeeze past Johnny and get in the driver's seat, settling yourself in. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess."

"Drive safe, sweet'art." Simon ducks his head, and again you think he's emboldened by something, because in a surprise gleam of affection that you didn't know he was capable of, he kisses your cheek. You feel the heat of his lips through the mask he wears, and it leaves you stunned.

Stunned enough that you miss Johnny and Simon leaving once you're in your vehicle, ready to drive home.

[ashbohog]

Bon Appétit

Senshi has always had a love for food. Whether that be cooking for himself, others, or just eating food in general. It was when he finally began to live alone that he realized just how much food went to waste because there wasn't anyone to eat it but himself. Cooking was a way for him to forget the stress of a long day working and decompress. It wasn't rare that he would prepare more food than necessary, especially with him being so used to being able to share a meal with friends. He often thought about ways for him to dispose of the food without waste.

It wasn't until late one night when he heard you stumbling into your apartment next door that he got the idea to have you taste test his recipes. Senshi considered his other neighbors, the young couple of tall men who always fought loudly and were rude when he passed them in the hallways. Or you, his sweet, kind, hardworking neighbor who barely raised her head to speak to him because she was always in a rush.

Senshi had made up his mind, he would test a new recipe for a strawberry puff pastry and give you the leftovers in hopes that you would appreciate the sweet treat after a long day at work yourself.

That's how after 2 hours Senshi found himself standing at your door for a bit longer than needed before he gained the courage to knock. You opened the door with a tired look on your face. Your hair is damp from a shower as a soft cozy cocoa scent infiltrates his nose.

"Hi", he says, his voice gruff. He clears his throat before continuing, "I’m your neighbor from 2A and I made some strawberry puff pastry, I had some extra and thought you might enjoy it."

Your gaze softened as you stepped back slightly to invite him in. It had been a while since you’ve had the chance to talk to him despite you guys only being acquainted, you did still enjoy Senshi’s company. He was kind and gentle when it came to hearing you rant and talk about your day to him even if it was only briefly. You eventually got so busy that you would only see him in fleeting moments when you went to work or took the trash down on your off days.

“You must have read my stomach”, you say to Senshi as he followed you into the living room and then into the kitchen to set the dish down on the counter. You turn around and grab two bowls from the cabinets and some glasses for water for you both.

Eventually Senshi came to think that you two had always seemed to gravitate towards each other. Even when it wasn’t intentional you both would end up bumping into each other or you would see him in public at the grocery store, the bank, and even once or twice at the gym. It was when your job offered you a remote position when he finally began to see you around more and more. He came over almost every week to either have you taste test a dish. Once a week turned into twice when you invited him to have a movie night every Saturday. He was more than happy to do so, Senshi had begun to crave your presence when you weren't there. He started to look forward to those Saturday nights when he got to come over and lay with you on the couch for hours. After about 5 months he realized he felt something for you he had never felt for anyone else in his entire 80 years of living. He thought about you every day, at night before he slept and in the morning when he woke up. He thought about your sweet smile, your addicting voice, how you would feel wrapped around his cock, how much he missed your warm hugs.

Before long you began to notice how punctual Senshi was. Always on time, always happy to see you and always bearing a tasty treat for you guys to converse over. Once Saturday rolled around you began to grow nervous. You had prepared a batch of cookies for Senshi as a way to show him your appreciation. It was nearing the time Senshi would usually arrive that you noticed he wasn't there. Waiting another 10 minutes, you went next door to see if he was alright. You get to his apartment door and it's unlocked. Closing the door behind, you make your way to his bedroom to check for him.

You hear him before you see him. A groan makes it's way to your ears causing you to stop in your tracks. Senshi's bedroom door is just slightly ajar. You can see him on the edge of the bed eyes squeezed shut with his head thrown back while he strokes his throbbing length. His groans are desperate, the gutteral sound causing you to feel warmth shoot up your cheeks and to your ears. His eyes opened making eye contact with yours and he lets out a deep moan, shooting rope after rope of pearly cum that pooled at the bottom of his belly button.

[scuttling]

I Can Handle Me A Dangerous Man - Ch 2

Fandom: True Blood (TV) Pairings: Eric Northman/Female Reader or Eric Northman/OFC Word Count: 4,441 Tags: 18+, NSFW in later chapters, it's gonna get real nasty Summary: Sookie's cousin returns to Bon Temps, and Eric wants her... to work for him. She says yes.

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She finds herself at Fangtasia again a few days later—what else does she have to do, unemployed and ostracized as she is?—with another martini in her hand as she stares up at a surrealist painting hanging on the wall. It’s larger than life, with tigers and an elephant and a nude woman lounging in the sea, but she’s afraid she can make no emotional connection to it. Dali is weird.

“Now you’re just teasing me,” Eric greets in a low, even tone as he seems to materialize beside her, his eyes also on the painting. This time he’s wearing a black v-neck sweater, and it makes the muscles of his arms look even better, if that’s possible.

“Teasing you?” she asks, looking up at him, and he turns to her and scans her body the way he seems to every time they meet. It would irritate her, if it were anyone else, but having Eric’s attention is hugely flattering, and she can’t bring herself to dismiss the way it makes her feel.

“Coming into my bar again… looking like that.” He says it like she’s a forbidden snack dangled in front of him, and she ponders it.

She is technically fully covered in a maroon turtleneck, black miniskirt, tights and boots, which doesn’t seem all that tempting… until she considers that he’s nearly fully covered too and has quite literally never been more attractive to her. He buzzes in her ear again—his mind, his aura, whatever the hell it is—and she finally remembers that he’s said something, wets her lips to speak.

“There’s no vampire bar in Bon Temps, or I’d probably be there,” she says with a sip of her drink. Okay, maybe not, she thinks as he leans into her space, tilting his body so that it’s him she’s looking up at instead of the art. No, either way she would probably find herself drawn here, to him.

“Why? Do you like vampire blood?” he asks seriously, almost like an interrogation, and she shakes her head, frowns.

“I don’t do drugs, and no vampire has ever offered it to me.” She wants to make sure she covers all her bases, is transparent in her knowledge of not only V as a commodity, but the ritual of bloodsharing that vampires sometimes perform with their companions. “Regardless, blood isn’t the reason I came.” 

“Did you come for me?” he asks, the tone of his voice the same but his expression more relaxed. She nods her head.

“Yes. I’ll do it – consult for you, work for you, whatever you want to call it.” It took her about two days to decide, then two more to get up the courage to come down to the bar and ask for what she believes she deserves—a problem she’s never had professionally before. Her answer earns her a change in posture, and Eric seems gratified by her response.

“You will? I’m pleased to hear that,” he says, and she nods her head, trying to ignore the way it warms her all over to know he’s happy with her choice.

“I have some stipulations,” she tells him directly, not intending to mince words, and he carefully takes the glass from her hand and sets it on a table behind them. The two middle aged humans who occupy it look absolutely thrilled at this sighting of a vampire in the wild, which makes Cam want to smile.

“I would expect no less. Let’s go into my office so we can be candid,” he suggests, gesturing toward the back of the bar, and he leads her through the crowd of bodies to the cluttered, unremarkable office with a hand hovering at her lower back.

“So what is it that you want from me? Explicitly,” she asks when he closes the door. “You know I’m a lawyer, so specific language is kind of my thing.” He pulls a chair out for her, then takes the seat on the other side of the desk and leans across it to speak.

“I would like to be able to call on you when I have a situation that could benefit from your gift—and I would like to be the only vampire who calls on you. That’s non-negotiable.” 

She’d expected the first part—not so much the second—but it’s nothing she’s unwilling to give.

“I can agree to exclusivity, but keep in mind that occasionally I will hear or see things whether I want to or not; if I come upon a vampire matter, I’ll inform you and let you decide how to proceed. If it’s not a vampire matter, I’ll provide the information to whomever I see fit.”

“Okay, yes,” Eric agrees easily, and then he backtracks for a moment, looking curious. “Hear or see?”

“Well, thoughts aren’t always just a string of words, you know? Often they include images, memories, even vague feelings. What I do, it’s kind of a mixture of all those things.”

“That’s… good to know,” he says, and he taps his fingers against the desk. “It’s also important to me that you make yourself available when I need you; as you know, I only do business between sunset and sunrise. If I’m calling upon you, I have deemed it important, and I expect to take priority over other things you may be doing—anything short of a life and death emergency.”

“That’s fair,” she says, though she wonders if they should take a moment to formally define life and death emergency in case it comes up in the future. “And that’s it?”

“That’s it,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “See? No threats or manipulation necessary.” 

It’s playful, now, his tone of voice, and she answers it with a slightly skeptical smile.

“And what are you willing to give me in exchange?” 

“Anything,” he says, and it sounds earnest; he splays his arms wide like he’s gesturing not just to the room, but beyond it to the bar, the city, the world. “Anything. Money, blood, drugs, sex, protection, power—whatever you want.”

All of those things come with a hefty price tag, she thinks—and part of her has to wonder if her gift, as he called it, is actually worth it. The short list of demands she was fully prepared to fight for just an hour ago seems to pale in comparison to how important he thinks she will be.

“I would expect to be compensated in the event you come to me and I am involved in solving a problem, but I also need a retainer. Nothing outrageous, but if I’m going to be at your beck and call I won’t be able to commit to a regular job.”

“Of course,” he says easily, like the financials don’t matter to him in the slightest. She’s dealt with wealthy clients before, of course, even wealthy vampire clients, but his flippancy adds another layer of surrealism to the already surprising conversation. Should she ask for a luxury car, a yacht, season tickets to see the Saints? “What else?” 

She’d considered this next point, and then abruptly un-considered it, felt she was asking too much… but given his promise of anything, she feels bold again. Like she could actually have the upper hand.

“I want protection—your protection. If I’m in real danger, and I call for you, I want you to be the one who comes for me.”

Eric raises an eyebrow, looks over her face carefully. It’s like he’s regarding some part of her for the first time, his gaze lingering.

“Do you anticipate being in danger often?”

“No, but I made enemies in Chicago, and you know how word travels in those circles. There are certain groups who aren’t fond of what I’ve done—and it’s possible there will be people who don’t approve of my employment here. I’d just like to know I’ll be safe, if I’m going to make working for you my priority.” 

She exhales, feeling a bit less confident than when they started this, but Eric just makes a thoughtful sound and says, “It’s yours. Anything else?” he asks, and she considers that a win and stands up, feeling instantly intimidated when he stands too, tall and dark and strong. It’s so much easier to do business with him when they’re sitting down, when he’s on her level, or as close to her level as he will ever be.

“No, I think that’s it,” she says, and she sticks her hand out to shake, feeling oddly formal as she does. As a lawyer, she would have preferred the security of a contract, but that’s not the way most vampires operate and she knows better than to suggest it; that could be seen as an indication that she doesn’t find him trustworthy. A handshake, his word and hers, will have to do.

Looking into her eyes, he reaches out and takes her hand in his, shakes for a moment and then holds it there for just a beat too long before pulling away. She walks toward the door, and then, when the thought strikes her, she turns back to face him once more.

“Actually, there is one more thing,” she says, and as he walks closer she can’t help flashing back to his offer of sex—thank god she’s the one with the power of telepathy and not the other way around. “Could you help me find a decent apartment somewhere between here and Bon Temps? Sookie’s a great roommate, but I can’t stand that drafty old house.” And all of its memories. 

“Consider it done,” he tells her, and she nods her head and leaves the bar, climbs into her car, and definitely doesn’t pump her fist in the air when she stops at the red light at the end of the block.

Two days later, a FedEx driver actually drops off an employment contract—it was silly of her to assume he wouldn’t also want their terms in writing—along with a slip of paper, upon which is written an address and a phone number, and a key.

The first night she spends in her new apartment—which is truly perfect, bright and white and airy, with tons of nearby green space and amenities—there is a knock at the door. When she opens it, Eric is on the other side, in a leather jacket and jeans, holding a bottle of wine with an expensive French label. She looks him over, and he does the same, making her feel a little self conscious in her bike shorts and oversized t-shirt, ponytail, bare feet.

“Eric—what a nice surprise,” she says, and it really is nice, and surprising. She never would have anticipated him coming to her without needing something—assuming he doesn’t need something now. The wine would be an odd touch, but as always with vampires, nothing’s out of the question.

“I just wanted to officially welcome you to the neighborhood,” he replies. 

Cam had been slightly suspicious when the very first listing he sent her was a mere five miles from his bar, but when she considered his request for her exclusive availability, she figured it made enough sense not to question him any further.

“You did that when you paid my rent. For a year,” she tacks on, her tone admonishing, because that was not part of the employment contract. A faint smile lifts his lips. 

“Consider it a sign-on bonus.” The air between them feels oddly charged, and then she tunes into it, realizes it’s that static that seems to follow him around. He shifts where he stands. “I brought you a bottle of wine. A housewarming gift,” he explains, handing it to her, and she wraps her fingers around the neck and pulls it close with a smile of her own.

“Thank you. Would you like to come in and have a glass with me?” 

It’s clear by the look on his face he hadn’t been expecting that—probably didn’t expect to be invited into her home unless it was absolutely necessary for her protection in the future—but he nods, and when she takes a step back he crosses the threshold, closes the door behind him, and follows her to the kitchen.

“Are you sure this one is okay? The neighbors are so… close together,” he remarks of her new townhouse, and she bends to sort through a box full of kitchen gadgets, pulling out the corkscrew after a few seconds of rummaging.

“Oh, trust me, it’s great. My apartment in Chicago was little more than a shoebox with windows, and there’s a pool here, and a park nearby. I really appreciate everything you did.” 

She opens the bottle, pulls two glasses down from the cabinet—the only cabinet she’d managed to fully unpack—and carries them over to the table, where Eric has already settled into a dining chair. He looks uncomfortable, tall and stiff and alert, like this is all a little too human for his taste.

“Still, it seems like you miss things there,” he says as she pours them each a serving, and she shrugs, then sinks down into the seat next to his with her leg tucked beneath her. 

“Things haven’t been very good there for the last couple years, so I’m actually happy to have a fresh start.” She takes a sip of her wine, full-bodied and earthy with a peppery finish, and can’t help the sigh of pleasure she expels. “My god, that’s good.” She says it with the hint of a smile, something he casually reciprocates. 

“I had a feeling you would like it,” is all he says, but when he takes a sip his eyes fall closed, and he seems to let it sit on his tongue a moment before continuing the conversation. 

“So what kinds of things do you anticipate calling on me for?” she asks later, as they are finishing their second glass. Eric takes a moment to gather his thoughts, and she thinks it’s because he’s choosing his words intentionally, for her benefit.

“Mostly to confirm my suspicions if I think a human is being deceptive; I have some human employees, and I make business deals with others. Sometimes I need to know if my patrons are lying—if they’re underage, or looking for V, or conspiring against us. As sheriff, sometimes vampires come to me with human problems as well—it would be easier to deal with them if I had you available to me.” 

“That sounds fair,” she says, appreciating his careful explanation. She shifts in her seat. “At my old firm they called me the human lie detector… they just didn’t know quite how close they were to the truth.” 

“It must be difficult, to hear all the things you hear,” he says, and she nods her head in agreement.

“It can be, but I’ve gotten fairly used to it over time. Taught myself to control it instead of letting it bother me.” Things are quiet for a moment, and she takes the opportunity to say something that’s been on her mind since he arrived. “I feel a little uneasy about asking for your protection the other day. I think I may have asked too much of you,” she says with a frown. “I know you’re busy with the bar, and as sheriff, that a lot of people rely on you, and I’m not sure it’s fair of me to make such an extravagant request.”

It takes some effort for her to be able to look up at him instead of focusing on her glass, but when she does he seems thoughtful, his eyes serious but gentle.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I thought it would disrupt my other obligations. No harm will come to you while you’re under my employ, I promise.” She nods, placated by his reassurances, and he taps a finger against the tabletop. “You said you’ve taught yourself how to control your gift. Can you… hear vampires?” 

His tone is reserved, but hopeful, and she grimaces.

“No offense, but vampire minds are kind of empty. My guess it has to do with electrical impulses, or lack thereof. Technically, I can hear you, but it’s like white noise, sometimes, or tinnitus. I don’t get any actual thoughts.” She ponders his question for a moment, wonders if that unique buzzing she picks up when he’s around is his mind, or something different. “Touching helps with humans, though. I can rewind a little bit, see memories instead of just what’s playing live, if that makes sense; maybe it would help me hear something from you?” 

Eric stretches his arm across the table, his bare hand palm up, and she slides hers over it after a cautious moment. She presses their skin together and lets her eyes glance over his face, listening carefully, searching. It feels like a very, very long time passes, and a lot of static, but eventually she finds a moment, a phrase or sentence among the near silence.

“Ӓr du död?” she murmurs, and while she can’t see anything, she can feel the heat of flames nearby. It warms her hand where it turns to ice against Eric’s. His brow furrows in recognition, and she exhales, blinks. “I don’t know the language. What does it mean?”

“It’s Swedish. ‘Are you death?’ It’s the first thing I said to Godric, my Maker, before he turned me,” he admits, his voice serious and somber. Cam inhales sharply at that knowledge.

“Wow. I can’t imagine I’ve ever gone back further than a few days that way, let alone…” 

“A thousand years, give or take.” He answers her unspoken question with a deeply curious expression. “That was among the last of my human memories, so I suppose it makes sense that you can see it.”

“I can feel it, too,” she says, and she wraps her fingers around his, searching for more, for a deeper connection. She closes her eyes this time, in hopes it strengthens the memory. “I can feel the heat from a fire. And I can feel that you’re dying. You’re cold inside, but your skin is warm.” 

“Tell me more,” he says, his voice barely there. He tightens his grip on her hand.

“There’s a man there, a very young man, and you’re not happy with him… but you aren’t afraid of him, either. He has a strangely calming presence; you’re not sure if he’s an angel or the devil.”

“Godric.” His Maker. He looks strangely young for a vampire, vulnerable, and though he’s short, he towers over Eric in his memory, eyes deep and dark and full of possibility.

“Through your eyes, he looks larger than life,” she says softly, and his fingers flex. Even if she hadn’t known Godric was his Maker, the way this man makes him feel is as clear as any emotion she’s felt herself. He is death and life, the end and the beginning. 

“He is,” Eric says—not was, she takes note of that—and when he starts to pull back she releases his hand and lets hers drop to the tabletop. She feels tapped out after that, exhausted, and Eric nods his head once in her direction. “That is a remarkable gift you have.”

“It’s something,” she says casually, as if she didn’t just travel over a thousand years in her mind and pull out his last memory of human life, as if she didn’t feel like she was inside him, a part of him, his heart, his head, his hands. She sits there, speechless for a moment, and then Eric takes a deep, exaggerated breath.

“Well, I should get back to Fangtasia—I’m happy to see you’re settling in,” he tells her, and when he stands she stands, walks him to the door. It closes behind him, and she feels both strangely invigorated by his presence, and deeply conflicted by his departure.

At Fangtasia, Pam waits for Eric at the front door. 

“Where have you been?” she asks, her heels clicking on the floor as she follows him back to the office. The crowd naturally parts for them, and though Eric probably attributes it to his aura—he’s been acting strangely woo-woo lately, talking about witches and energy and vibrations and the like—it’s more likely his huge, hulking frame and the fact that his expression alone would kill, if such a thing were possible. “You know I find it distasteful to be left alone with the humans for so long.” 

“I had an errand to run,” he says, but he smells like wine and the girl, there’s no mistaking it. Errands, her perky ass. 

“How is she?” she asks as he slides into the chair behind the desk, stretching back so he can hook his ankles over the edge of the desk. It’s even worse than manspreading. He looks up at her like he’s not sure what she means, and she crosses her arms over her chest and blinks. “Our new employee. Camila. That’s who you were with, isn’t it?” 

“You don’t care how she is,” is all he says in response, and she leans over and smacks his boots so his feet fall to the floor. Pam knows that only happened because he let it, and she bites back a fond smile.

“No, I don’t, but apparently you do. I thought you were obsessed with Sookie when she came along, but this girl has you… buying apartment buildings, and promising your protection, and you’ve barely known her for a week.” 

She hopes he doesn’t take her tone for jealousy, because it’s not, not really; she’s just never seen him this infatuated, and it’s freaking her out a little, if she’s being honest. Like it or not, her life, her comfort, relies very heavily on Eric and his… happiness isn’t quite the right word, but when he is content, her nights tend to be much smoother, more enjoyable all around. She gets to drink from an endless supply of young, willing, rich-blooded partygoers instead of traipsing around the woods and ruining her favorite pumps, or trapping moronic anti-vampers and using them to set an example for their friends.

“You have no idea how important she is going to be. No idea,” he repeats, and his voice has that strangely mystical quality about it again, a faint undertone of magic that hovers around its edges. He’s been to see a witch, she thinks, or had his fortune told, something that’s led him to believe this girl and her gift are crucial to whatever he has planned. It sends a chill down her spine that she’s unable to fight. “Her gift is going to make us unconquerable.”

After a long pause, he pulls out his laptop from the top drawer, opens it, which she knows is equivalent to dismissing her, and she sighs softly and makes her way back out to the floor. 

“I cannot believe you’re working for Eric,” Sookie says as she hangs a handful of pressed skirts in Cam’s bedroom closet. Her typical uniform is very different from Sookie’s, the blonde notices. Across the room, Cam carefully arranges gold jewelry in a tiered acrylic box with satin lined drawers.

“It’s as close as I can get to my old job for now, and I’m not really in a position to be picky, or I wouldn’t have come back to Louisiana at all—no offense,” she throws over her shoulder. Sookie tuts and waves her hand.

“None taken. I know where my heart is,” she assures her cousin. Like all small town girls, Sookie sometimes kicks herself for never leaving Bon Temps, but more often than not she loves her hometown, its history, her family’s legacy. 

Gran’s, at least.

She grabs a pile of folded sweaters in cashmere and various knits, stacks them in the space above the closet rod. “Aren’t you at all worried he’s going to use you to hurt people?” 

Behind her, Cam takes a long, careful breath and turns to face Sookie.

“One thing you have to understand—especially if you and Bill are in it for the long haul—is that vampire justice is different. I know it shouldn’t be, but until now they've been non-existent in terms of conventional law. They have their own systems in place—hierarchies, rules, punishments—and we can’t step in and tell them how to behave overnight just because we think we know better.” 

Sookie shoots her a look—as pro-vamp as she is, she admits she’s not comfortable accepting their more violent tendencies, especially where humans are involved. Cam only shrugs. 

“I’m going to defer to Eric’s expertise as sheriff, but I’ll call it like I see it. If he’s being unnecessarily cruel or unjust, I’m not afraid to discuss it with him. If his actions seem to be aligned with the usual nature of his business, I’ll excuse myself.” She walks toward the bed, picks up a pile of panties, mostly black, and places them into the top drawer of a light-colored dresser. When she turns back to Sookie, it’s clear that Cam can read the expression on her face, one of thinly-veiled awe. “What?” she asks, and Sookie smiles, shakes her head. 

“I don't know, I guess… Just, when did you get so confident? So smart, so sure of yourself?” Cam had always been the leader, strong where Sookie was soft, sure where Tara was uncertain, and though Sookie feels like they’ve all come into their own in recent years, she is so pleasantly surprised at the absolute stunner her cousin has become—physically and intellectually. She feels as proud as Cam’s mom would if she were around, Sookie’s sure.

“It’s been a long ten years, Sookie,” is all Cam says, and though she can tell there is more to that statement, she can also sense that now isn’t the time to get into that. Later, someday. 

“Yeah, it has. I just wish I was half as comfortable as you in this new world… sometimes I think I stick out like a sore thumb,” Sookie admits, lifting a stack of shoe boxes and lining them up on the floor of the closet. Cam steps over to join her, adds a couple pairs of boots, and puts her hand on Sookie’s shoulder.

“You’re like a sunflower growing among dead grass. It’s not a bad thing to stick out,” she promises with a smile that crinkles the corner of her eyes, and Sookie pats her hand in gratitude continues to help her settle in.

[my-owl-baby]

A Long Day

Masterlist

Taglist; @not-aya @justmare

After Mephisto drops you off at the place you're staying with, Rin automatically comes outside rushing towards you.

"Where were you?! I was worried you didn't even answer your phone!" He exclaimed, you chuckled.

"Sorry, i was out... looking at my childhood home," you said. He nodded, understanding. You were tried after staying up late all night, either finding something related to your parents or anything helpful.

"Do you wanna take a nap?" You nodded at his words. He walked beside you as you both went to your room. Along came Kuro cuddling right next to you.

You look at Rin one last time before closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Rin looked at your, making sure there wasn't any bad happening while you were sleeping. "I care, I hope you know," he mumbled before he closed his eyes as well.

※。.:*:・'°☆

"Geez, what's taking so long?" Bon said, sitting on the ground, looking left to right to see if you guys had come.

"It's been an hour now, maybe they forgot," Shima thought out loud, worried they might have actually forgotten.

Everyone groan, Yukio on the other hand, knew either Shura was dead drunk asleep to even care, or she actually did forget.

He kept calling Shura, Rin, or you. There is nothing on the other line. He groans in frustration, clicking for a different contact.

"Hello, Hello!" Hearind Sir.Mephisto on the other line.

"Sir, can you send me the address of where we're staying?" Yukio tried to say it in the most calmest way he could.

"Oh, they forgot? Okie dokie!" He hung up. Yukio stared at his phone until a notification popped up from Sir.Mephisto.

'Sent a bus to pick you guys up! (^з^)-☆'

Yukio sighs, "A bus should be on its way" he said to the group of students waiting.

"Finally! It's so hot here compared to Korea, " Izumo complained, as used a paper to fan herself.

※。.:*:・'°☆

Satoru and Suguru stand there at the front entrance of an abandoned building. "They said to do it right away" Suguru said, Satoru rolled his eyes as he walked at the entrance.

It was normal evil sprit, it wasn't like last time. "Hey, so about Y/n" Satoru turn to glance at his best friend.

"Yea what about her?" He hummed at they both went inside the building.

"What did her mom do?" Gojo looked at him and shrugged.

"My parents always told me she was a smart person, she study a bunch of religions...but she was Christian but didn't push Y/n father or Y/n to become that way" Saturo said, they walked in the empty building.

Left over desk, chairs and shoes. "Really?" Is all Geto said, before he went into his own mind.

"So she isn't from here or?" Satoru shook his head. "She from Korea, but moved here for a new beginning supposedly." Gojo didn't question it. He always did enjoy talking about you when you were both kids.

Just wouldn't say it to yourself or show it. He always was proud to be your best friend then. "I meet Y/n when we're 1 well, I was older buy four months" he said.

All Geto could do was listening, but deep down he knew Korea where your mother was from. Was she an exorcists just like you?

"Hello? Suguru? You okay man?" He snapped out of his thoughts turning his attention to his best friend.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking" he sigh, Satoru chuckled patting him in the back before running off.

"The curse is right over here!" Suguru, rolled his eyes before he followed behind.

※。.:*:・'°☆

"I CANT BELIEVE YOU GUYS FORGOT US" Bon yelled pulling on Rin tail, all you did was groan from being woken up. It felt up it was two in the morning.

"Mmm, shut up Bon" you mumble covering yourself as you went back to sleep.

"WE WERE DYING FROM THE HEAT WHILE YOU GUYS SLEEP YOUR ASSES OFF!" He snatched the cover from you.

You sat up looking at him "LET GO OF MY TAIL YOU DUMBASS" Rin yelled setting his flames off covering both him and Bon.

Your eyes widen as you got up, but calming down once you realize it wouldn't hurt you.

"Let go of him, Bon!" You sigh, rubbing your face with your hands.

Bon let Rin go, making the poor half demon rub his bottom from the pain. "Asshole" Rin mumble glaring at Bon.

"Get over it" he sneer leaving the room, Shiemi hurry over to Ren to help him.

"Rin! Are you okay?" She looked at him with worried eyes. He glance at you before turning his attention on Shiemi.

"I..I'm fine" he lighly blush from her hands holding his.

You went to the main area, seeing Yukio scold Shura. "Hey Yukio" you mumble, saying your hello to everyone else.

"Sorry, for not being able to pick you guys up" you bow low, showing that you are sorry.

Bon sigh, feeling bad earlier for waking tou up with his anger. "It's fine, just stand up straight you idiot" he said looking the other way.

All you did was nod with a smile. Yukio pulled you aside away from everyone "so, how's Rin?" He looked serious.

"He's fine, he only flame up when Bon woke us up" you sigh. Yukio sigh with relief. You can still see the hate in Yukio eyes.

You remember every moment of it, he'll tell you, he'll is always embarrassed of Rin or that Rin wasn't one to be hanging around with.

"You know, you can't hate him for being the way he is" he didn't make eye contact with you. He only grumbled words underneath his voice.

"What was that?" You questioned, he sigh.

"It's nothing, it's just...he's stubborn and doesn't listen at times it bothers me" you nodded at his words.

You tried your best to understand him, but at times he takes it a bit to far. "I understand, but he's Rin, you can't really control a person actions or words" he nodded.

"I know, just checking on him" he sigh, he seems exhausted. "We gave you the best room in the home, me and Rin thought it would be nice for you" you smiled, taking his hand to lead him up. To where he is staying for the next few weeks.

Deep down, you knew Yukio will have to choose the death of Rins or humanity. And you already know his answer for that.

Rin came out the room with Shiemi behind him. "Heys guys" he rubbed the back of his head embarrassed.

"Hey, Rin any update on the case?" Izumo said, asking if it felt wrong to even ask who killed your parents or what.

"Oh, right that" Shima said to himself, he felt cold just thinking about fighting a Demon.

"We found an abyss on her mom's body all over...it looked like it was burley place there because be check photos for the same places we found them and they weren't there" Rin said. Everyone went quiet.

The king of chaos, what did he want with your parents? Or maybe with you.

"What? N-no way... the K-king of Chaos did this? Maybe it was one of its minions, " Konekomaru said as he left his soul being suck out of him.

"Trust me, I'm thinking the same thing...but Y/n didn't say anything else about it right after we found out" he mentioned.

"Maybe she hiding something," Shiemi said, stepping up right next to Rin.

"W-what? Y/n isn't the one to lie about..." Rin pointed out, but then he realized you did lie to your childhood friend about your leaving to Korea.

"What? What is it, Okumura?" Bon said as he noticed the way Rin trailed off.

"Nothing, she just lied to her childhood friend about living a normal life," he said, looking away.

He didn't want to believe you were lying. You aren't a liar. At least he thought. He doesn't want to doubt you.

"I...i think we all need to relax, we all had a long day, let's just settle down and get ready for bed" Shima said, noticing the change of the vibe in the room. Izumo got up and got her bags to leave to find her room.

Along with everyone else but Bon, Rin, and Shiemi.

They stood there looking at each other, the others didn't see it through it. Maybe she is lying.

"We'll talk about it later, Okumura," Bon said as he grabbed his bag to find his room as well.

[magewolf-the-artist]

Misc Domestic K-9 Thoughts Susan kinda acts as a shoulder to vent to whenever anyone needs to talk. She can’t really offer much in response or comfort since A, she’s the type to push things away and compartmentalize, and B… well, she can’t exactly promise everything’s gonna be okay, now can she? Still, sometimes it’s nice to just talk

Some days though she just kinda… shuts down emotionally. Just kinda lays on the floor and can’t find any motivation to get up or do anything. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, staring blankly into space

Charles usually stays with her during these episodes and depending on the day, he either just sits with her or rambles about random things like he would when they were both alive

Charles constantly does stupid shit and distracts himself because he doesn’t, he’ll start thinking about his daughter how he left them behind all his friends and family and how his daughter Lily is now without a father and that he never got to reconcile with his ex wife Emily and the fact he’s stuck in some stupid rusty metal cage and how his murder was never solved and-

Yeah, it’s best not to dwell on that. Ski ball is much more fun, anyways

Rocket only goes out at night to avoid unwanted attention. They exit and enter through the one window in the break room

On their late night excursions, Molly drags Edd to go stargazing and constantly gushes over how pretty the stars are here and points out the constellations. Edd doesn’t really understand most of it, especially her rambling about space, but he tries

Charles keeps track of the days via tally marks on one of the walls in the facility. Currently he is on day 2,553, which is off by a little over a year but it’s still pretty close considering they’ve all been stuck in a rinky dink bunker for the past 8 years

On that note, nobody else likes the calendar because it just reminds them of how long they’ve all been dead and trapped here. Charles kinda gets it but it gives him something to do, soooo…

Rosemary is kinda… frozen emotionally. She’s just as fragile and unstable as when they first got there and doesn’t do much beyond draw, think, and cry. Charles tries to get her to do stuff with him but she staunchly ignores him

Rosemary has complicated feelings regarding Rocket. On one hand she’s glad they at least had each other before she died, but she also feels like she failed them for not realizing Felix was spitting absolute bullshit and guilty that she can’t be fully there for them

She also feels like a failure of a wife and mother in general for not being able to find Jack and leaving behind Sophie

Charles kinda acts like the fun uncle to Rocket and often ropes them into his shenanigans

Everyone feels guilt about something in some way. Susan and Rosemary regret building and designing the animatronics respectively. Charles feels guilty about not finding Susan sooner. Rocket feels guilty because they feel like they’re deaths led to all this bloodshed

Now granted, Susan and Rosemary both know that neither of them could have possibly predicted any of this and Susan has assured Charles multiple times over that he wouldn’t have been able to do much for her anyways. Rocket though…

Susan is the most casual about her death and is very gallows humor about it. Rocket just kinda shrug and say, “haha yeah that sucked, anyways-“. (RETCONNED) Charles desperately tries to change the topic. Rosemary breaks down.

BSI employees who get assigned to stay at the K-9 facility complain a lot because not only is it dark, cold, and kinda creepy, but it’s boring. This and the fact it’s used to store everything from the original Bon’s Burgers, it’s jokingly referred to as The Graveyard Shift

I imagine Rocket overhears this one day and tells the others. Everyone kinda laughs at how unintentionally accurate that title is

Edd and Molly like to make fun of Bon a lot for a variety of things, but especially him not instantly killing his victims so they don’t scream (Geez, you’d think for someone who’s killed a bunch of people, you’d be better at it by now!)

This REALLY gets under Bon’s skin because he doesn’t understand why these children don’t fear him. The only reason he doesn’t retaliate though is because he knows he’ll get his ass kicked

Everyone else has differing reactions to Bon. Susan thinks he’s annoying as hell and isn’t afraid to let him know it, Charles is extremely unnerved by him, and Rosemary has a panic attack at the merest glimpse of him

Ashley is still a mess and everyone feels very sorry for her. They welcomed her into the fold right away and she usually hangs out with Rosemary, since they’re both extremely depressed

Ashley, Kevin, and Hilary completely covered one of the walls in drawings of penises while they were there. It’s one of the few things that can cheer Ashley up and she goes there if she’s feeling particularly nostalgic

Rosemary has banned Rocket from going near said wall and I imagine that conversation went something like this:

Rosemary: Edd, Molly, I don’t want to you to go near that wall anymore!

Edd: But moooom-

Rosemary: Don’t ‘but mom’ me! I don’t want you looking at such obscenities-

Molly: But mom, we would’ve already had the birds and the bees talk if we were still alive!

Rosemary: … *pauses for a moment, before slumping over and violently sobbing*

Edd: … Oh good going, Molly, you made mom cry!

Molly: Well it’s not my fault! I didn’t know she was gonna cry about that-

Edd: She cries about EVERYTHING, Molls. What did you THINK was going to happen?!

*They dissolve into unintelligible bickering as Rosemary continues to have a breakdown*

[mangokabuto]

💛💚💙💜

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

Ohhh man... I'm going to be murdered if I say "all of them" but. Well. I promise I'm not "different from the other girls" or something LMFAO I just typically can't get behind monogamous ships because they do not interest or intrigue me, usually? It takes some really compelling characters to pull it off in a way that will get me invested. And honestly, I REALLY hate in shipping fanfiction/etc where the shipped-characters-in-question are portrayed as feeling "more" for their partner (singular or plural) than the rest of the crew. I feel this way for One Piece and the strawhats specifically. Like, as soon as I see the "A missed their captain and their crew, but they realized that they missed B more" or "loved B more" I've clocked out. It's just fully not believable to me. Why does romantic always have to be more, instead of just different? This is separate from my bias as a polyamorous person, btw. I'm not fond of the idea that you HAVE to love your romantic partner MOST; Like if you're closer to your best friend than your partner then you've failed somehow?? Or like you're supposed to be less close to your friends once you have a partner?? That's insane to me. And SPECIFICALLY I think it doesn't fit these characters. If there's anyone on the crew that any of them feel "more" for than the others it's Luffy, and they ALL feel that way, and it doesn't interfere with their romantic relationships because that is silly. ...I realize this probably isn't the type of answer you were looking for, haha. For a simpler one: I don't really get the romantic chemistry behind zosan as a ship, unless they're in a polycule with other people. Which is weird, because enemies-to-lovers usually gets me! Also I don't get the romantic chemistry behind lawlu either.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I have several favorite characters honestly, and I haven't been in the fandom long enough to know the most common opinions like that outside of some large-sweeping and very common ones. (So, it's hard for me to answer this question with Franky or Bon Clay.) So, I'll pick an example that involves two of my favorite characters (Usopp and Zoro) I feel very strongly about the platonic divorce arc (Water Seven), and I think a lot of people either don't really understand what Usopp did/was thinking, or don't really understand what Zoro did/was thinking, or both. Which sucks. "Get wrong" is a loaded term, since everyone's entitled to their own opinion/interpretation, ofc, but... I stand FIRM in my belief that if Zoro had not held the line like that, Usopp would not have been able to come back to the crew, and the crew wouldn't have survived it if he came back anyway. Zoro enforced that boundary BECAUSE he loved everyone involved, not because he "hated usopp's cowardice" or whatever the fuck. Usopp decided to leave, and Zoro held him to his word, and there is a lot of respect in that. And Usopp DID fuck up! Bad! He needed to apologize, and the Usopp fans out there who think "Usopp did nothing wrong/shouldn't have needed to apologize" need to unpack why they think so. This isn't to say Zoro and the others did everything right, either. EVERYONE fucked up there, but Usopp fucked up the most! Usopp stans I know there are few of us and we're used to him getting shit on by the fandom, but we need to accept that he really was at fault. And it's good to have a character in fiction who stumbles for understandable reasons, then pushes too far, and then is able to fix what they'd done and mend their relationships. That is a beautiful and important thing to have. (If anything, I think Usopp's apology should have been a little better, but that's just me.)

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

I could be here all day. :') I know anything is possible and different strokes for different folks, but I cannot believe THAT MANY people find Sanji and Law THAT attractive. Sanji's popularity baffled me more than law, but still. I know tattoos are hot but come on. Lets be serious. It's just us here I won't be mad tell me the truth

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

FOXY. SILVER FOX FOXY. IM IN LOVE WITH HIM DO YOU PEOPLE HEAR ME. SAYING IT LOUDER FOR THE PPL IN THE BACK, HE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!

For my other controversial picks I also think Franky, Jinbe, Mont Blanc, Brook, Big Mom, Blackbeard, Magelllan, World from that one movie, and Borsalino are attractive but those aren't as controversial -- I've seen a couple other people be as open about them -- but no one appreciates my husband. Cowards!!

[dearweirdme]

The baby Taekooker just dismissed the Citi Field nape kiss as "excessive" fanservice, the airport video as Jungkook falling onto Tae's neck, and the Bon Voyage cuddle as meaningless and not even to the level of puppy love so good luck with that. 😂 I was at the Citi Field concert, that nape kiss absolutely was not fanservice. It was not part of the performance the way the Anpanman, DNA, or Boy With Luv "moments" are. The only people that saw it were the people in the pit to the sides/close to the stage. I had someone send me a video she had shot from the front angle in the pit, it didn't show the kiss and she didn't know it had happened either. It's not on the official concert DVD, you see what the official cams saw and the nape kiss is hidden. Because Tae hid it intentionally. You can see him watching Jungkook on the big screen in the back as he approaches to see exactly where he needs to stand to be out of view. It starts around the 3:46 mark here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHYfA8Ewfls Nape kiss for me is THE conclusive non-platonic moment, it's not even questionable. Bon Voyage cuddle was still new when I first became a Taekooker and I still can't believe it was allowed, but how Taekook was treated in official content changed a lot after 2016.

Hi anon!

I think baby taekooker and I come at this from different perspectives. I don’t expect to find the obvious signs and I think Tae and Jk in general don’t try to expose themselves. Personally, I saw no hidden kisses in the footage baby Taekooker sent. There’s instances where they do seem to send each other kisses during concerts, but to me those mostly fall in the realm of fanservice (which doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy doing it though). The nape kiss is very different to me, that was not meant for fans, but just for Jk. Jk’s reaction to it is a surprised sweet one. There was a seriousness behind it imo.

There’s many different kinds of shippers around. Tkkrs amongst themselves don’t always agree and we don’t have to. The way I look at this situation in general is that we are not looking at a normal relationship here, we are looking at a secret one. One that is being hidden by both Tae and Jk themselves as well as by BH/Hybe. Looking for conclusive evidence is futile, because that kind of evidence imo just doesn’t exist (at least not for fandom). So I look at the subtleties (and I have a nice ask from the Korean-American anon to follow this up) and the differences between Tae and Jk and the rest of BTS. When you look at Tae and Jk in the context of the whole.. they are different and their bond stands out. But I do not think there’s specific moments like kisses that can be considered actual proof. To me it’s the accumulation of many things, rather than enlarged over analyzed moments. Which is why it’s always so hard to describe what sets Tae and Jk apart from the rest.

[writingemporium]

Something Salacious

She is complete. Bon a petite.

Baby gorls first knotting. With some treachery and slight angst. All in time for Valentine's Day coincidentally.

He had grown more confident, but in that confidence he grew complacent. The Veil while exhausting to maintain grew to be like his second skin once again. He was free to move around the palace grounds and tend to more of the duties of a Lord, but that wasn't what mattered to him. It also allowed him to spend more time with Percival in the open which led to some rumors about the two. She still ran about the city limits with impunity along with the Altus Plateau much to his displeasure, but at the very least he could aid her as Margit there. Percival, however, was perplexed about his insistence on being in her presence with the Veil on. She would sigh and much to his dismay didn't understand why she looked so...concerned.

“You know you don't have to wear the Mimic Veil in my presence,” she dare not say she missed his omen form. She was aware that what he was doing was a form of cope though she couldn't say why. She flipped a page in a book looking over the edge of it cautiously trying to gauge his response.

He tapped the table authoritatively in response. “Focus is needed here. Thou hast a lot to learn if thou art to be of use here in Leyndell.”

She sighed and leaned on her hand in a huff annoyed at being bound to a regimen that honestly drove her insane.

“Really now? Someone of thine age acting a child?”

“I'm trying really I am! Honestly I am. Wait are you calling me old?” She lifted her head off of her hand and grimaced at him.

“I said no such thing. Thou art putting words into mine,” his eye patch itched. This creature tormented him and he insisted on being around her. It was madness beyond his comprehension.

“Well in either case I think it's time to call it and get something to eat. I'm getting hungry. And hey if you're up for it later we could meet up in my chambers for a bit,” she looked up coyly rubbing his forearm slightly. She was gauging his interest. Trying to see if he would take the bait.

He watched her hand and pretended to give it a thought. Their intimacy had picked up as of late, and it couldn't be said where it was all leading. Either way he liked where it was headed for the day even if he didn't say it out loud. She pulled her hand away eyebrows raised and was certain that he had taken the bait. The trap had been set and he wasn't even aware of it.

---

He hated to admit that his tail ached most of the time from holding it up so as not to trip other people. He hated to admit that the Lord of Grace was a farce meant to woo and lie to others. He hated that he felt most comfortable around her in the Veil. It was the last form of his that hadn't hurt her yet. He closed his eye and shook his head trying to push away the thoughts. That was no matter. Being a Lord had it's costs and he was well aware of that. Even if his back did ache from trying to stay upright all the time as well. He sighed and approached the door suddenly feeling a tinge of nervous energy. He pushed it aside and proceeded to knock with light raps.

“Ah you're here. Come on in,” she was indeed nervous. She was never a good actor.

He pushed open the door wide enough only to let himself in and closed it silently behind him. In some ways their affair wasn't a secret if it was to be called an affair at all. The distinction and need to classify their relationship didn't matter at this point however. As he turned he stopped and noticed something that he wasn't prepared for. The sconces lined the wall but in the dim light he saw her figure there in lingerie. He couldn't help himself: it was cute that she tried. He snorted and sauntered over to the bed spreading his arms across the mattress smoothing out the sheets.

“Well this is a surprise indeed,” he lowered his head like a predator and crawled over her drooping his head over her his hair falling in curtains on either side of his head. She curled up in response and looked up shyly blushing a little. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly trying to convince her to open up a little more.

“Y-yeah I thought I'd try something a little uh- different. Here how about you lay down and get comfortable?” she shimmied her way out from underneath him and looked up at him with a nervous, coy glance.

The Lord of Grace enjoyed getting lavished every now and then. His tail flicked in anticipation and he turned his head slightly to scowl at it before returning to the matter at hand. He reclined on the pillows exhaling loudly through his nose. Percival snorted.

“Comfortable?”

“Very much so,” she was curled up on his chest and kissed him lightly. He stopped her hand as it migrated towards his horns and kissed it in exchange.

She placed her hand on his face in return and kissed him deeper beginning the meditation between them. His hands explored her body as she explored his. She kissed his jugular and with a grunt as his response proceed to make more moves on it her hand gripping his beard and commandeering his head. He spread his legs open adjusting himself a little more. She moved back to his mouth and kissed him deeper biting his lip and drawing his ire. He grabbed her hair with one hand and with his other ran a finger down the cool chemise and slid it upwards to reveal the warmth of her body.

“Oh you brute. You fiend!” she moaned a little as she parted her legs a little more for him. He slid the finger gently between her legs.

“Oh? Me thinks the Lady doth protest to much,” he was not ready to relinquish his hold on her. He kissed her one more time and pulled her head to his hear listening to her pant. It was the little things for him.

He listened to her gasp a little as he slid a finger ever so slightly. The more heated she got the wilder and bolder he became. They were both starting to sweat as she continued to moan into his ear. She was plenty wet and he wanted nothing more then the warmth of her body underneath him. Percival struggled for footing as he continued to finger. But she she couldn't continue like that any longer she was ravenous.

“I need you inside me. Please,” it was the desperate whimper that set him off. He kissed her onto the bed and pinned her down. He bit his lower lip in anticipation and growled a little. He was lost to his senses now.

He loomed over her erect and ready as she flipped onto her stomach. He ran his hands on her hips splitting her buttocks open like fresh fruit. She propped herself up onto her forearms ready to receive with bated breath. He slid in ever so slightly as she moaned into the bedding her chemise sliding up her body. He kept his hands on her hips as he started to slide in more reveling in the sensation. She gasped propped herself as best she could as he plunged deeper. He snorted and started thrusting his cock engorging as he moved. Her desperate cries fueled him more and he found himself in a trance. Glands at the base of shaft engorged hitting her teasingly. She had felt them before, but had never understood what it was there for. She bit her lip a little and moaned more as it smacked her. Finally Morgott gasped and moaned and with a few final rough smacks gripped her hips and came in her. He slid a hand up her abdomen to angle her better for a few more final thrusts then started breathing heavily. Percival was pressed into the mattress and brushed some her hair from her face giddily. It was only when she tried to crawl away to tease him more that she realized that she was...stuck.

“What? What's this? I'm...stuck?” She shifted her pelvis slightly and sure enough she was stuck to him.

Morgott was mortified. He had never, up until this point, knotted her. After all it isn't what a man would do. A man doesn't have this feature and would never do such a horrid thing. He was still registering what happened and now had the displeasure of having to explain an Omen feature.

“Tis a...feature of...Omen kind. Of the males. And...” he wanted to perish on the spot.

“Ok, ok, no, no, that's fine. I don't recall Margit ever...uh what do you call this?”

“I would rather not name it right now, but in the past thou were to...small. With...Margit. I mean,” he was desperately trying to reduce his blood pressure.

“Oooooh ok. Makes sense. Makes sense,” it didn't make sense at all to her, but she could feel it deflate a little more allowing her to move her hips more. Morgott aided in guiding her off at last and she turned to look at him with a wry smile with her new knowledge when her face paled. Morgott was looking at the sconces on the wall with his mouth agape.

“I...what are...? Are those...?” He leaned in closer to look and Percival knew it was over. Her trap had been discovered.

She winced and responded shame faced.

“Yeah...those are Sentry torches,” the jig was up.

He looked at her in anger, annoyance, and awe the Mimic Veil covering his face. He looked at the torches in abject horror then back down at his hands. He was in his Omen form the whole time. He looked up at her as she looked down dejectedly.

“I don't know why you...reject yourself like you do. I'm not afraid of you in any way. It's you that insists on using the Veil for everything. But I guess I was wrong in tricking you like that,” She rubbed her arm realizing the strength of her error. He looked at her and sighed.

“Nay. I have been bested in treachery,” he snorted through his nose and took off the Veiland tossed it lightly onto the floor. Percival watched in astonishment and moved over to make room for him.

Still a little wide eyed she she lay down beside him. He took his hand and placed it tenderly to her face and kissed her softly. She chuckled a little bit, flipped over and pressed herself into him.

“Thou art still a treacherous wretch, but I have to admit I'm...tickled by thine gall,” he grumbled .

Percival smiled contentedly and stretched into Morgott as his hand came up to blanket her.

[mermaidsirennikita]

wait how did stj wreck his career?

I assume this is about Aaron Taylor Johnson's wife?

I mean, I don't have direct knowledge of this, but it's pretty clear that Hollywood literally doesn't know how to handle him because you can't promote Aaron without acknowledging his wife... Who very likely met him when he was underage, cast him in her movie (Nowhere Boy) when he was 17-18, and subsequently got with him while she was in her 40s and he was 18. It's something people weren't comfortable with in 2009, and that has only become more difficult for people to grapple with as time has gone by.

To be super blunt, conventional wisdom is that young up and comers, especially men, should be single when they first become Known in Hollywood. That way, they can meet with other young up and comers, get buzz for their relationships, and either become known for being bon vivant bachelors a la Leo and Chris Evans, or pair up with a high calibre woman and promote themselves as a dual entity (Zendaya and Tom Holland, much as I think she could do better). So in general? It's a good idea to be single if you're a guy as hot and talented as Aaron, who totally would've been promoted as the Sexy Supertalented Artist.

But not only was he not single, which could be tackled--in interviews, you had this thorny background issue of... How do we discuss his wife... Who is 24 years his senior, hooked up with him when he was a literal teenager, and subsequently had two kids with him in his twenties so that he is now basically... locked in with her forever on some level. It feels really, really uncomfortable. And I don't think Sam is super well-liked in certain circles, her being a groomer aside.

Of course, you could argue that Sam being the older party as the woman made people regard this with more disgust than they would if she was the man, but like--I'm not gonna cry in my cereal about it. And I mean... Even a lot of the skeeziest Hollywood hitters still wait until the girl is like, over 21 to make the relationship known (no cookies, just acknowledging the "unsaid rule" with all that). Aaron was a baby, and you can see it in the movie, which SHE DIRECTED--and Nowhere Boy actually features an excellent performance from him, but it also acts as like... A visual record of him being groomed. You know she's behind the camera. You know she's directing this (sometimes very sexual) content. You can see how incredibly young he is up close and personal.

Oh--Nowhere Boy also dwells very heavily on John Lennon's (real) mommy issues, and speculates on what is essentially a pseudo-incestuous relationship between him and his mom. So. That kind of. Adds to the skeevy effect.

She's also *rumored* to be super controlling of his career choices, not wanting him to play opposite certain women. There aren't a lot of romantic lead roles in his filmography, unless you count Anna Karenina. There have been rumors about him fucking around on Sam, and in general the gossip has always been that she doesn't like him hanging around hot women his own age. God forbid he escapes the woman who again, starting fucking him when he was 18! And she was 42! As his director!

[blitzvan]

Hey hey! I was just wondering if I could request something? Would it be alright if you did Ryuji, Rin and Konekomaru making out with a female reader? I really don' want to be a pain, but could each character have at least 500 words? Also, not to be annoying or anything, but could it be... kinda NSFW? But nothing besides the making out happens if that makes sense?

So I write everything on my phone so I have no idea when I've reached 500 words. And I don't typically do length requests so whatever I come up with is what'll be posted.

Even with having such a rough exterior, Bon is a gentle partner. I like to imagine that most intimate moments happen with his lover on top so that they can control the flow of things and don't feel pressured at all. At least in the beginning of any of your trysts.

Like I've said in a previous post, all intimate moments with Ryuji are behind locked doors so there's no worry of anyone (Rin) barging in and seeing either of you in any sort of vulnerable state. So lock the door, climb into his lap, and he's all yours for however long the two of you have to yourselves.

Even with being the one to physically top him, he likes physical contact. Running his hands along your sides, up and down your back, across your chest, holding your face, pulling you closer by your legs. When he feels confident that you're no longer nervous about the situation and won't feel like there's pressure to please him I feel he'd take more of a lead and reposition the two of you so you're on your back, his hands hooking your legs around his waist before moving back to caress your face before settling his weight onto one arm and using his free hand to hold yours.

His breath comes out in pants between kisses and he can't decide if he wants to keep his lips on yours or make his mark on your neck, yourbody. It's hard to decide when his mind is reeling from the way you feel against him. It's not like you're fairing much better though.

Rin is passionate, almost ridiculously so. He's eager to have you to himself at any time but especially in private. Once he has the green light from you his hands are everywhere, it's impossible for him to decide where he wants to hold you when every part of you feels so wonderful.

Any intimacy would likely happen in your space since in the academy he bunks with his brother and his home is a church full of priests. You'd think with all of his holy upbringing he'd be more hesitant to being so intimate. He's nervous as hell, afraid he'll do the wrong thing or touch the wrong place but there is no hesitation in his movements. He wants to be close to you, against you, with you, and never wants to let go.

He has to have you pressed against something. A wall, a couch, the bed, the floor, it doesn't matter he just wants you pressed between him and something. As long as he can feel you on him, as close as possible, he doesn't care. His eagerness has almost gotten the two of you caught on countless occasions but it's hard to deny him when he looks at you so desperately with his hands already sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel your skin in any capacity.

Rather than panting it's almost like he's gasping for breath when his lips aren't pressed against you or his teeth aren't nibbling along your neck, his hands firmly placed directly on your hips and keeping them against his. It's not long before his desperation for physical connection is practically seeping into your bones and you're just as eager for him.

Konekomaru is the most hesitant, hands shaking too much to really get much of a handle on any part of your body. He pauses a lot in the beginning, waiting for your reassurance that it's OK to continue and that you really want him. In any moment of intimacy you will likely have to completely take the lead or he'll get too shy and try to hide his face away in your neck. At least until he gets more comfortable and used to the way your hands feel against him, how soft your lips are against his. It's not that he doesn't want to be close to you but intimacy of any kind is not only very important to him but honestly really intimidating.

He's never really been much of a smooth talker when it came to dating. Shima has always been the one to talk his way through things while Konekomaru and Bon watch on so the fact that you chose him instead no doubt has his mind reeling. Give him reassurance, hold his hand in yours, and take your time to bring him out of his she'll and as time goes on he will no doubt grow more confident in relationship intimacy.

He like when you hold his hand and keep things slow with him. Passion doesn't have to equal rushed desperation. He wants to remember this for as long as possible. The way your skin feels against his, how even when his palm gets sweaty and clammy you don't let go, the way you press your cheek against his for just a moment when you trade kissing him his lips for trailing along his neck. He feels almost spilling for the way he gasps but the way you tighten your hold on his hand and climb on top of him makes the thought fly right out of his head. The way he looks up at you when you pull away is awestruck and full of wonder and puts butterflies in your stomach everytime and makes the decision to return your lips to his the easiest decision you've ever made.

[dorimena]

Uh, have you ever thought of a imagine of Shoto Todoroki being stimulated in the urethra? Sounds interesting, don't you think?

Sorry if something is misspelled, English is not my native language.

Never really imagined that scenario with Shoto, so I wrote this as his first time trying it. I feel like he didn't come out as subby as I wanted him to (；⌣̀_⌣́)

And no worries about your English! It came out fine! Also, I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but I laughed at the slight pun. (Because you said “sounds interesting” and I think the stimulation of the urethra is called sounding? (´∀`* ))

Bon appetit, hun (´ ε ` )♡

Shoto’s pretty timid or hesitant when he wants to explore new kinks he’s either read from somewhere or found a video of.

In this case, he stumbled upon a video.

Alright, maybe Kaminari might’ve accidentally sent him a video called “sub urethral sounding cumming hard 4 times in 1 minute” which ended up sounding too ridiculous to actually watch, and embarrassing.

Until his curiosity got a better hold of him and had him question whether it was a prank where he’ll be rick rolled or it’s the real deal.

And real deal it ended up to be, considering it was simply a video that shortened an original one, simply showing the moments when the boy in it cums. It was far exciting and eye-catching, had Shoto pick up a new curiosity about if that sort of kink really is that pleasurable.

So here he is tied down to a chair, wrists handcuffed behind the back of the chair as he tries to calm down. His face feels too hot, and from your point of view, it’s very red, almost rivalling his hair. He keeps twitching on the seat, nervous yet excited.

It took him days to ask you about it, and a few more until he watched you buy a sounding kit from some random online sex shop. You paid a fast delivery, so here he is, watching and waiting for you to insert the tip of the thinnest metal rods.

And when you finally begin pushing it in, he starts squirming. You stop, one hand holding the object while the other massages his trembling thigh, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and words of comfort as he adjusted to the odd and uncomfortable feeling of something entering from where he would fucking pee. And cum, but that doesn’t cross his mind.

“You want to stop? We can try again some other day-”

“No, keep going.”

So you pushed the rest of the rod inside, being left with the metal loop around your finger, probably meant to help you move the toy.

Eventually the feeling of discomfort turns into an odd tingly feeling of pleasure. But tingly’s a weird word for him to describe the sudden need to feel this metal stick fuck him in the urthera.

He lets out a sharp moan when you slowly take the rod out, whines airly when you push it back in with a not-so-gentle pace. You do it again, as many times until his moans turn into struggles to suppress his cries and his whines turn into quivering hiccups of begging, of your name, of some prayer probably, as he suddenly feels so close to cumming.

So soon? You were just beginning to have fun seeing his funny but cute faces as he tried processing this new feeling for him, this new stimulation that has him yell out to take the rod out, interrupting himself with mewls of how he’s cumming, of how he can’t cum with that in him.

Surprisingly, in between those mewls, he confesses he’s been holding himself back from cumming.

Maybe this sounding stimulation could help edge him another time, maybe be another way for you to overstimulate him, but you don’t dwell on it much.

Not with how his hips try pulling themselves away, trying to figure out how to get the metal rod out of him so that he could cum.

His sad cries make your heart pang a little but your crotch throb more at how adorable he sounds, about how something he’s been wanting to try could be one of the few kinks that drives him to his orgasm so quickly. Probably record-breaking, as barely 5 minutes have passed.

And when you take out the rod, his cum splatters everywhere, dick twitching upwards and downwards, its motions overcome by the throb of every convulsion that comes from deep within his gut all the way down to his curling toes.

And when he’s done with his uncharacteristic high-pitched mewls, he’s left shaking, eyes wide as he tries to figure out whether he wants to do this again, feel this again.

Guess you’ll find out later.

[freddys-ass]

I HAD A THOUGHT!! SO I WROTE IT OUT

Before Bonnie went missing, Freddy, Monty, and Bonnie all went bowling on Thursday nights(afterhours).

Now that Bonnie isn't here anymore, Monty still goes up every Thursday, but this time he encounters a horror he never wanted to see.

Warnings: Angst, it gets kinda sad at one point, theres a dramatic shift in the mood, it gets really creepy at one point too,

ts been rough, to say the least. It's been quite throughout the years, no one talked about it, mentioned it, brought it up, nothing. Either nobody cared, or everyone bottled it.

Montgomery made his weekly walk to Bonnie Bowl for practice. The elevator ride was quiet, oddly enough, but he hadn't noticed. His mind swarmed with thoughts.

It's been a year since the accident; a year since he was decommissioned. Since he died.

The employees blamed Monty for it, almost everyone did. He went missing in Monty Golf- Monty Golf is Monty's space- ergo, Monty did it.

At least the other animatronics believed him, they've been on his side ever since. Although he did take some blame for it.

I didn't do it though,

He hated that people jumped to conclusions with that accident. There was camera footage that proved that he was in his greenroom at the time. There was proof that Bonnie walked passed Monty's room, waved at him, and went along his way. There was proof, and yet....

The elevator doors slid open abruptly, startling Monty from his chaotic mind. He flinched upwards and walked out of the elevator.

Through the hall to the attraction, his heavy metal footsteps echoed. It was afterhours, no one would be here. Empty, as it usually was.

The large metal door lifted to show the bowling alley, all clean, shiney, and polished. The staff bots did good work here.

No staff bots were here afterhours, not today at least. Most of them had repair days on thursdays, which was usually great for the trio since those days were their bowling dates.

It wasn't like customers came in here during the day though, no one seemed to enjoy the attraction anymore without the star that promoted it. Perhaps one or two would be here by the hour, but that was it. The higher ups were even talking about closing it down as it wasn't making them money anymore.

Or just bring my boyfriend back, you know,

But not even Freddy came up here anymore, he bottled everything about the rabbit mascot and stored it in the back of his head. He didn't talk about it at all.

It seemed that only Monty and Chica knew how to deal with emotions. Well...sorta. Monty let his emotions out too much sometimes. Chica may be the most stable out of all of the animatronics, all except for...

Monty stood right in front of the small stage that he used to stand on. The wooden floor boards were dry and creaky, the curtains hung still as ever, and the sign was covered in dust.

Bonnie

Monty had good memories in this very spot. Ranging from Bonnie venting about a bad day to both Freddy and Monty, to eating ice cream and making fun of the glitched staff bots stuck behind counters.

"Out of order" it read

Instead, he took a deep breath and turned to the room behind the ice cream parlor. Opening the door, turning right, and going down the stairs to the dark room.

Thinking back on the hours he has spent here with his partners made him weak. He felt as if his knees would buckle and he would sob right there.

I miss you Bon...

Bonnie had Monty's, Freddy's, and his own bowling ball placed in a special box in the back room. He had them all stored there for "special occasions" which were literally whenever Freddy or Monty came to play.

Monty chuckled at his "special box". It was just a blue box decorated with crayon colors and stickers. Bonnie had ordered none of the staffbots to touch it and kept a careful eye on any employers who went near it.

Although it had once contained all three, now it only contained Monty's bowling ball. Freddy took his to his room and never went back, meanwhile Bonnie's had been placed in a special glass box on display. Monty left his in the box so he could come back to it every thursday. Though he did move the box to a more secure place- up high where nobody could reach.

He grabbed the ball and gazed at it for a few moments. It has his face, signature, and colours on it; everyone got their own bowling ball, it was a gift from Bonnie himself. After staring for a minute, Monty turned back up the stairs.

Before re-opening the door, he took a deep breath, and rolled his shoulders, as if he were preparing for performance. But it was just bowling.

He barged through the door, stomped down the stairs and stood in front of one of the lanes.

Just another game,

He tossed the first one and watched as it rolled down the lane, it hit all but one pin.

Are you proud of me, Bon?

He had improved a lot since he first tried the sport, Bonnie gave him tips, helped him out, and practiced with him on his free time. At first he wasn't even able to throw the ball without getting it into the gutter or the ceiling, now he could hit almost all the pins down on his first try.

He felt a pang of longing when he thought of the praise Bonnie would've giving him for doing so well at the sport. He missed the time they spent together, him and Freddy, it wasn't the same with just the two of them.

The pinspotter whirred and brought Monty's attention back to the game. He snapped his head up when he realized he was staring at the ground.

He grabbed the ball, and rolled it down the lane again.

Right,

The ball cleared all the pins this time.

Monty smiled to himself,

The ball went behind the pins with a loud CLUNK.

Monty's smile dropped. That was odd, neither the ball nor the machine was supposed to make that noise.

Something creaked at the end of the lane, grabbing Monty's full attention as he stared intensely at the knocked over pins.

The green custom bowling ball was hurled out of the ball pit and was rolling towards Monty. It stopped at his clawed foot.

Breath hitched, he looked at the ball, then back at the area it came from.

A gray metal hand slowly reached up over the pit, grasping a pin and shoving it out of the way. The hand dug its claws into the hardwood flooring and heaved up the rest of its body.

Crawling out of the ball pit was a dark gray endoskeleton. It bore lime-green eyes, sharp ribs that could pierce flesh, and its body resembled a human skeleton.

Monty couldn't breathe, his limbs refused to move, his jaw slacked and his eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear. A literal skeleton of himself just threw his bowling ball at him and crawled out from underneath the attraction.

While the endo sat on its hands and knees, another screeching sound came from the lane next to it. Yet another endoskeleton has crawled up from the basement, with more appearing on further lanes.

Monty stepped backwards out of shock, ignoring the bowling ball rolling at his feet.

The endo jerked its head towards him, the rest followed its movement. At least ten pairs of glowing green eyes bore down on him.

Monty stiffened and glanced back and forth at each of them in a panic. Nobody moved for a good minute before the first endos eyes changed into a blood red.

The rest of the endos followed suit and slacked their jaws.

Monty frantically scrambled off of the lane, up the stairs, and to the railing, looking down on the multitude of horrors.

They all had their eyes locked onto him and were slowly walking towards the staircase. Even more of them were still climbing out from the ball pits.

They're out to get me,

Some crawled on their hands and knees, speeding towards the stairs, while others walked like zombies, slow and glitched.

Monty turned tail and fled, he heard the endos stomping behind him

What the fuck?!

Fear pulsed through him, he hadn't felt this frightened since Roxy lost at golf.

He reached the elevator, sprang inside, and aggressively started pressing the "close doors" button. Only then did he realize he left the bowling ball on the lane.

An endo poked its head around the corner of the attraction, threatening to sprint at him. Monty saw him and panicked further, ready to punch to elevator button.

Shit,

Thankfully, it closed before he saw any others.

He relaxed temporarily, leaning against the walls and sliding down to the elevator floor, sinking his face into his hands. Sobbing during the ride down.

The elevator music was back, making the ride down a little more comforting.

Monty slowed his breathing down just as the elevator doors opened.

He raced back to his green room as fast as he could, locked the door, and moved his vanity in front of it. As for the other door to parts and service, he moved his clawed up couch in front of it. He closed the curtains, made sure everything was blocked, and sat in the middle of the room weeping.

On his vanity, his FazWatch buzzed.

He stared at it for a few moments before crawling over to read the message on it.

It was from Freddy,

"Is everything alright?"

Monty shook his head, threw the FazWatch down, and climbed inside the recharge station.

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