#….I forgot to color in night monsters drool

[riwooga]

DOL npcs part 6, Monster edition 👀✨

This…..took years off my life 🥲

It was really a struggle of figuring out how humanoid vs monstrous they each should be, but I tried to find a good balance! 🤧

Can I also just say that the Night Monster is severely underrated I cannot stress enough how much I want to romance them 😩💕💕💕

…and here are the close ups 👀✨

[spacebarbarianweird]

Please do

"Look that pretty exoression. I always knew you could make one." + "Let me stay lije this in you for a little bit." 😜

I completely forgot about those smut prompts! Well, a chance to write fics about Tiriel and Astarion!

Our Firsts

Synopsis: Astarion learns some details about Tiriel's past

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

Tags: smut, PIV, NSFW

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Freedom.

Astarion tastes the word on his tongue.

Freedom.

No parasite in his brain. No voice in his head.

Freedom.

He says this to himself daily, getting used to being able to do whatever he wants. Well, as long as it's dark but there is always a price to pay. Besides, he hasn't lost hope of finding a cure.

"Hm? Are you awake?"

Tiriel's voice sounds muffled as she lies her face pressed in the pillow. She sleeps naked, half of her body covered with a blanket. He can see her freckled back and the way her half-elven ears protrude a bit.

Tiriel falls back to sleep again, but Astarion puts his hands on her shoulders and kisses the nape of her neck.

"Wake up, I miss you"

"You are worse than a cat, love," she mutters. "Let me sleep!"

Astarion does mental math and decides Tiriel has slept enough—besides, too much sleep is unhealthy for non-elves.

He hugs her right below her perky tits and turns her around on her back. Her nipples immediately harden, sensing the cold air.

Astarion pauses at her chest for a few moments. He hasn't made love to Tiriel for a few months, since that night in the graveyard. He just couldn't make himself—and Tiriel didn't insist. They literally had sex only twice—back then, when he thought he seduced her and then in the graveyard.

Ever since—all these months—Tiriel has been showing him all forms of intimacy that  don’t involve sex.

He especially enjoys cuddling during sleep, even though he just lays motionless with Tiriel in his arms for all these insanely long silent hours she needs to rest.

"Date a vampire, they say," she covers her face with her palms. "You will be able to sleep the whole day, they say".

Astarion leans toward her and kisses her hands. She looks adorable—puffy eyes, dark circles because of the excess ale she drank the day before, a string of drool on her chin.

"Is it night?"

"Not yet."

They sit like that in silence. Astarion looks at Tiriel—there are so many questions he wants to ask her. There is nothing about his life she doesn't know—but he realizes he doesn't know much about her.

Except for her miserable childhood and twenty years of traveling, when a runaway girl from the Sunset Mountains slowly became a furious warrior capable of challenging gods, monsters, and fate.

"Tiriel."

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," She caresses his back scars and kisses the center of the disgusting symbol carved into his skin.

"Did you have many..." he tries to find an appropriate word. Lovers? Sexual partners? Significant others? He called his victims conquests and lovers but, gods, he wishes he never had to sleep with them. It was all dirty and tainted, and he often wanted to flay his skin himself. 

Just to forget.

"I mean. Was there anyone before me? I am just curious."

Tiriel looks at him. Her eyes have different colors—the right one is closer to blue, and the left—is more green.

"No one."

"Tiriel, I am not jealous or anything. I just ... want to know"

"And I am letting you know you were my first. In terms of relationship and in terms of sex. You were the first person in this whole world after my bitch of a mother who saw me naked. And you are the first person who I am in love with."

Astarion pulls away. Memories of their first night together flash before his eyes. He remembers being prepared for a long evening of seduction and sweet words before Tiriel the Barbarian was at his side, but when he turned his head to her, she was already naked and looking at him with such defiance that he got right to the point.

"Tiriel, I am sort of a professional in these matters. You were not a virgin."

"I was. Astarion, there are plenty of ways a girl can explore her body without involving other people, especially the ones with cocks between their legs. If the matter of my virgin blood bothers you, it was spilled somewhere in Elturel. I don't remember the name of the Inn. And the stone thing of the "proper" form was left in the room I'd rented."

Tiriel touches his left ear and it sends an electrical impulse through his body. "As for my behavior, I was so afraid I would be turned into a monster, my self-control and fears had offed themselves. You had been courting me for days, saying words no man ever told me. And I decided it was my chance to finally get this...experience. And I wasn't disappointed— that night was everything. I was a bit sad you weren’t offering to repeat the experience,as if you didn't like me enough. But whatever—you are my first love, my first kiss, my first sex, my first relationship. And gods, I hope you are also the last"

Astarion intertwines Tiriel's fingers with his. Then he kisses her knuckles and she giggles at the sensation.

"My love," he manages to say.

In a way, she is also his first. Not only the first sentient creature he'd dined on—and her blood always tasted different to him—she was the first he kissed voluntarily, the first person he slept with for his own sake, the first he fell in love with and the first... he wanted to be with.

Of course, she is mortal and even though half-elves live much longer than humans they don't have much time in comparison with his immortality, or the longevity of elven years.

But he prefers not to think about it.

Tiriel kisses the tip of his nose. Her facial expression becomes playful.

"You are the only one who saw me naked," another kiss. "You are the only one who touched me. The only one who was inside me and the only one who filled me. All these years..." she kisses his lips. "I was saving myself for you".

She stops, waiting for his response. They agreed that since he has no idea when he’ll want to have sex again (but he will want to someday), she is free to initiate—and he is free to stop her.

Before now, she'd done it three times—and he never found the moral strength to let her continue.

Tiriel waits. Astarion feels her arousal. If he says "no", she will just use her fingers to pleasure herself somewhere behind a tree. She won't be angry or annoyed. She never is. For Tiriel, the relationship is so much more than sex, her focus is on other things.

He caresses her cheek, trying to decide what to do.

But his own body has already made a decision and he feels tension in his pants.

He wants her.

He wants to fuck her.

He wants her to scream his name, to scratch his back, to come because of his touches. He wants to see the red sparkles in her eyes when she rides her orgasm, a distant shade of what’s happening to her when she is in a rage.

He wants her to clench around him, to tug him so close he won’t be able to pull away by himself.

He grabs her shoulders and pushes Tiriel on the bedroll. She is already naked and he doesn’t need to waste time on dealing with her clothes.

Astarion kisses Tiriel and slips his hand between her legs. 

“So wet for me,” he murmurs.

He gets rid of his shirt and leans to kiss Tiriel again. She reaches out for the laces of his trousers and sets his manhood free.

“So hard for me,” she answers and strokes him.

It doesn’t take him a lot of effort to get rid of the rest of his clothes.

He aligns himself with her swollen entrance and slips inside, causing Tiriel to gasp.

“I forgot how thick it is,” she whimpers in pleasurable pain. “Damn, let me adjust”

Her walls clench around him and Astarion thinks he is going to cum right away.

“How did you even survive the first time?” he coos, wrapping himself around her. Now his teeth are right in front of her neck and her heart is so close he can mistake its beat for his own.

“I was drunk and had a parasite in my head. Besides, you had bitten me,” she pants. “And … oh gods… I couldn't shut my legs the next morning…”

He rolls his hips, forcing Tiriel to moan, and thrusts with all the passion he’s saved in those months.

She grabs a fistful of his hair and now it’s his time to groan with pleasure. 

“Tiriel,” he gasps looking into her eyes.

“Don’t … hold…yourself,” she begs.

Astarion pins her down to the bedroll.

“Don’t ask for what you can’t endure.”

“Try me, my love.”

He moves down and pierces her neck. Blood gushes down his throat. He pulls away after a few gulps and licks the skin.

Then, he goes down covering her body in bites and kisses, her blood mixing up with his saliva.

He elbows up so he can see her face and thrusts harder and harder. Her moans become cries, her fingers pierce his skin and her legs wrap around his waist tugging him close.

His mind gets blurry—his whole world is shrunk to their small tent, Tiriel’s heartbeat, and the wet warmth between them.

Astarion feels his release getting close and he presses his forehead to hers.

He finishes inside Tiriel and collapses on her like a weighted blanket.

Tiriel pants. Her face is red and her eyes are completely empty. Her mouth is half open and her whole facial expression is so stupid he grins.

“Look at that pretty expression. I always knew you could make one.”

Tirel finally makes eye contact with him and pats his hip.

“What is it darling?”

“Don’t you want to pull away?”

“Let me stay inside you for a little bit,” he places his head on her breasts. Tiriel’s body is warm and safe and he doesn’t want to move.

She kisses the crown of his head. “Then, stay.”

Time passes slowly. Tiriel draws invisible lines on his back and shoulder.

He finally releases her hips and adores her body. She is covered in bite marks, and there are bruises on her wrists. Legs are still wide open and his spend leaks on the bedroll.

Tiriel sits up and presses her knees against her chest. She doesn’t make an effort to clean the sticky mess.

“Are you all right?” She finally asks.

He nods. Gods, he wants to do that over and over again. 

“It’s dark already. No matter how much I love being covered in blood and sweat, I desperately need to wash. And, I think, so do you.”

“Careful, darling, I might want to have another round.”

“Who said I wouldn’t want to?”

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[katsushika-division]

It was very late into the night and Touya Kisaragi’s birthday was nearly over but there was still one more present he had yet to receive. A knock on the door to the residence of Death Row Block and Akari was heard and Akihisa, being the one who was closest to the door, went up to check who it was through the peephole, after all, who in their right mind would go to the place where known and infamous serial killers and murderers lived. A minute later, he sighed and opened the door, revealing none other than Kaiji Sano of Kobe Division’s Lovesick, in his usual feminine get up and holding a number of pink and black colored bags. “Surprise!” The crossdresser sang and stepped inside. “Sorry for coming in late, I was booked photo shoot after photo shoot for this upcoming anime but never mind that…” His icy blue eyes scanned the room, looking for a familiar head of blue hair. “Where is our beloved birthday boy?”

“KAI-CHAN!!!” As if on cue, the white haired boy was immediately tackled into a hug by said birthday boy. Touya squealed and nuzzled his cheek against Kaiji’s, grinning widely. “Kai-chan! Kai-chan! You came! I was afraid you forgot!”

Kaiji laughed and did his best to hug Touya back while being mindful of the bags still in his hands. “Of course, darling. I could never forget about you!” Kaiji pressed a kiss on his cheek before signaling him to let go. “I also got you something, well, somethings to be more accurate. Wanna open them?”

Touya’s eyes shined at the thought of presents and nodded rapidly, taking Kaiji’s wrist and pulling him towards his room and shutting the door. Once the two of them were situated on Touya’s bed, Kaiji gave the bags to Touya which he happily took, opening one bag, it revealed…

A pair of new and shiny knives, not only that, they were beautifully crafted, one taking the appearance of a butterfly and the other had hearts carved into them. “I know you have a bunch already but you could always have more, they’re a matching set so you can gift one to your beloved.”

Another bag revealed a beautiful bouquet of pink roses. “Beautiful right? Well, those are actually from Max. He’s really taking up gardening recently, he wanted me to tell you happy birthday and that he’s sorry he couldn’t be there but he had somewhere to be, he didn’t say much about it only that it’s something important and that he’ll be gone for a few days.”

Another bag revealed a gorgeous looking gothic Lolita cake. “Looks yummy right? I had to call in a favor and man did they deliver, and judging by the drool coming from your mouth I’d say that favor is well worth it hehe!”

And finally, the last bag revealed a high quality and accurate Draculaura cosplay outfit. “Ta da~! An outfit just for you! It’s from this doll brand in America called ‘Monster High’ and it’s something I wanted to cosplay for a while but I just couldn’t find the right idea what to show until I thought back on wanting you to show on my livestream one day. The character that outfit belongs to is called Draculaura and the moment I saw her I immediately thought about you! I made the myself and trust me, with a bit of makeup no one will even recognize you! I have it all planned out don’t worry.”

With all the gifts now revealed, Kaiji wrapped his arms around Touya in a tight hug. “Happy birthday, lovely. I know we’ve only known each other for a year but you’ve become so special to me, like you couldn’t even imagine. I hope you know that.” Pulling back, he gave Touya a bright smile.

Happy Birthday Touya! 💖

Suggestive Themes Ahead.

"You're always so good to me, Kai-chan," Touya purred, bringing the white-haired cosplayer into a kiss. It didn't take long for the kiss to get heated, with Touya licking at Kaiji's lips, begging to be let in something that Kaiji was more than willing to oblige. The two of them were lucky that Katsushika didn't have any neighbors because there was no doubt that the police would be called due to the downright sinfully loud noises coming from them. 

It wasn't hard for the two of them in the middle for their heated passion to maneuver closer to the bed, with Touya pushing Kaiji to lay down on it. Giggling as he straddled Kaiji's lap, Touya ran multiple kisses down his throat, stopping only when he felt the thrum of a vein. It's with a coy smile that Touya runs his tongue across it, tasting the pulse that sat underneath his partner's pale skin. 

"Let me show you how much I appreciate it." 

Meanwhile Downstairs…

"Are they?...."

"Yes."

"While we're still here?" 

"Yes." 

"Fucking gross. They're gonna be like this all night long. Great. Akari? Where are you going?"  

"My hideout because I am not listening to that. You two wanna join?" 

"If you don't mind." 

"Holy shit please." 

[beigehearts]

Yandere adult trio: college AU These are drabbles for when they lose their mind and kill the people around you... and kidnaps you

These are going to be a little longer than usual but I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it (also im trying out the beta version of the new posting system so lemme know if anything is weird)

Sorry this took me forever bro

CW: murder, blood, physical abuse, alcohol

Hisoka

It's getting quite annoying to be completely honest. He just won't leave you alone, constantly flirting and making passes at you. And yet at the same time he makes fun of you and is actually very mean. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but this is just getting out of hand. You made sure he was aware of this. ---- He's looming over you as he corners you against the wall. You refuse to look up at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

While you aren't looking at him, you can feel him looking at you. You already know he has that annoying grin on his face that makes you want to punch him square in the nose.

He brushes his long fingers against your face, making a quiet humming noise. "Are you ready to give up my pet?"

You ignore his words and slap his hand away from your face. "I need to get to class, move Hisoka."

He frowns though you aren't looking at his face. He opens his mouth to say something when someone from behind him calls out to you. "Hey y/n! Are you okay?"

She walks towards you but before she can get involved you shove the man away and huff. What a nuisance. You turn towards him once you're standing next to your friend and glare at him.

"Leave me alone. It's annoying and it's scaring people. Got it?" Before he can respond you turn on your heels and drag your friend down the hall by her wrist just hoping to put distance between the two of you. ---- You're pretty sure you made it clear that you don't want him near you anymore. But by now you know he doesn't give up so easily. One can only hope that he gets bored of you and finds someone else to bother.

You and your friends went out for brunch earlier, and all was well until Chelsea handed you something. She said that she found it in her bag but it was addressed to you, so you put it in your own bag.

You pour yourself a rum and coke and make yourself comfortable on the couch of your shared apartment. All of your roommates went out for drinks but you were too tired to go out.

After taking a sip of the sweet liquid in your glass, you examine the letter you were given earlier. It's a typical white envelope with your name written in pen. There's no address on it or return address so you assume it was just supposed to be handed to you.

You rip open the letter with your finger and pull out the singular loose leaf paper. It's folded in three sections so you pull it open. The handwriting is messy but in an aesthetic sort of way.

Dear y/n, I strongly suggest that you go to class 406B in the technical building tonight. Don't be late or you'll miss the whole party. 10:45 pm - see you then. I almost forgot, if you don't come I have some revealing pictures of you that I can share with anyone I wish to. XOXO

This is the strangest letter you've ever received. It's probably a prank by one of your roommates or friends. You've never sent nudes to anyone so obviously they're bluffing.

Though perhaps you should entertain your friends and go. Who knows, maybe there will be drinks. But you are tired... Maybe you'll just go to bed. You peek over to the time on your phone, it's 9:12 pm. Yeah, you'll just go to bed after you finish your drink.

'bzz' 'bzzz'

Who is texting you so late at night? You sit up and realize you fell asleep on the couch. You wipe the drool off of your face and grab your phone with distain for whoever woke you up.

It's a blocked number.

ur late

Late? Late for what? Your phone displays the time, 11:27 pm. Are your friends really this committed to their prank? They must be trying to get Tik Tok famous or some shit. Well you're awake now, you might as well head over there.

----

The moment you step into the building something seems off. If all of the lights including the emergency lights wasn't enough, the ground seems sticky. Though you can't bring yourself to use your phone flash light to see what it is.

Eventually you find the room 406B in the darkness. The door is closed and no lights are on in the room. It seems as if no one is inside. As you reach for the handle of the door, you notice something on the window of the door. You can barely make it out, but there's what looks like a hand print. You chuckle, this must be a prank.

Now feeling a little better, you open the door and step inside. It's too dark to see anything but you can make out some figures in the dark. It must be your friends thinking they're being sneaky.

You roll your eyes and look for the light switch, finding it and switching it on. You squint at the sudden light, and your eyes begin to focus. Which you wish they never did.

There is blood everywhere, on the ceiling, the windows, the floor, the tables... But that's not the most jarring part. Your friends are sitting in chairs, one of them sitting on the ground against the wall.

There is your friend Chelsea, sitting in a chair with her head tipped down. You can't even tell what color her clothes originally were, they're covered in red, a dark dark red. Next to her is Derick, he's sitting the same way except his head is tipped backwards. His eyes are wide and his face is left in permanent horror- expressing the brutality of his end. You can't bare to look anymore, you drop to your knees and cover your face with your hands.

You scream and scream until your voice is hoarse and throat is raw. You're left coughing while you are drowned by your own tears.

"Are you ready to give up yet?" A deep voice asks from in front of you.

You can't stop the flow of tears as you look up at this monster. He's also covered in blood, and some is splattered on his face. He wipes a thumb across his face in the blood, and brings it to his lips. Sobs rack your body, you can't even make sense of this.

Hisoka squats down so you're face to face and grips your jaw bone tightly in his hand. You can feel the now cold substance being rubbed against your jaw by his fingers and it makes you want to puke.

"I got tired of waiting for you." His grin is nauseating, forcing you to stop yourself from puking.

His nails dig into your skin, mixing your own blood with that of your friend's. He brings his face close to yours and in a gentle but menacing tone he croaks, "Let's stop this childish game, alright y/n?"

Illumi

It's easy to miss things when you're caught up with the rush of classes and friends and love. All of the parties and hangovers are enough to satisfy your needs for entertainment and drama in this boring life. If you didn't fill up your daily life with these acts, you would probably sleep every day away until you fell into a coma.

To put it short, you're a busy body. And busy bodies don't have time to stop and look around at what is happening. For example, how were you to notice the key under your doormat was missing, or how your dresser drawers were left slightly open when you know you closed them before leaving. Noticing these small things are definitely not on your agenda.

It's 10 am, Saturday, and you don't have any classes or work today. You're sitting at the kitchen bar, drinking coffee and chatting with your roommate. It isn't often that you have a free day, and sometimes it is nice to have even if you want to get moving. The sun is peeking through the curtains and the aroma of espresso beans is a delight. It's a bit chilly so you have a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. What a peaceful morn-

'BANG BANG'

Your roommate eyes you when someone bangs on the front door, already knowing the events that are about to take place. She rolls her eyes and stomps up the stairs to her room, not wanting to get involved. You always feel bad that your roommates have to listen to this but you're really not sure how to end it.

You take your last peaceful sip of coffee and call out, "Come in!"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he storms inside and slams the door behind him. Your boyfriend of course is mad about something you've done. He trudges towards you and moves the stool next to you out of the way, and leans towards you so his face is next to yours.

"Are you kidding me y/n?!" He yells in your ear, but you don't flinch because you're used to this.

He rips his phone from his pocket and shoves it in your face after pulling up a screenshot. It's a conversation between you and his friend.

"Can't you learn to shut your damn mouth? This is our business and you have no right to tell anyone about it!" He's practically seething with rage.

You take a last sip of coffee and set your mug down on the counter. You continue facing forward and not facing him. "It's not our business, it's yours. And I asked him if it was true that you were cheating on me." You turn your head towards him while grimacing and mutter, "Again."

Ah but you've just lighted a bomb with your words.

His face has gone red and he looks like he's about to explode. You begin wondering why you were ever attracted to him.

"Maybe if you weren't such a prude! I can't even kiss my girlfriend whenever I want, it's ridiculous. You know full well that you're so... so... Ugh! You know what? Fuck you!"

As quickly as he came, he runs out of the house, slamming the door once again.

You whisper to yourself, "Fuck you too."

God he's such a child, you don't even want to be with him anymore. But every time you decide to break up with him he suddenly becomes Mr.Perfect. "I'm so sorry." "I love you." "Let me make it up to you." And then he does make it up to you only to tear down all of his hard work.

----

It's been a few days since your big fight with your boyfriend. He hasn't talked to you at all but this isn't uncommon for him. You promised your roommates that you would break up with him, not just for yourself but for the sake of their peace and quiet.

You texted him a few times while you were at work but he left you on read. He's so petty. So you text him one last time.

Come 2 my place at 8 tonight, We need to talk

He answers immediately which surprises you.

Can't, flat tire Come to my place

It doesn't make a difference to you where it is so that's fine. You wonder if maybe he's come to terms with the fact this needs to end. Hopefully so. If there's one thing you want him to be mature about, it's this.

Your shift ends at 6:30pm. You drive home, shower, get dressed, eat something and get ready to leave.

You send one last text,

OMW

It's read immediately but there's no response. Well, it's not like you expected much from him anyway. You drive to his house at 7:45 pm, and arrive around 7:58 pm. All of the lights in his town house are on. He's a few years older than you so he has his own house due to somehow being able to hold down a job. With his anger issues it's hard to believe that he can hold onto anything. Damn, he really is an unattractive person isn't he?

You step out of your car and lock it. Now that you're out of the car you realize that it's very quiet. This is unusual for when you go to his house, normally you can hear music or the sound affects of a shitty video game. But it's silent. Maybe he's waiting for you? He must be taking this well.

You step up the creaky stairs of the house, and knock on the equally as creaky door. No response. Maybe he's sleeping? You peek into the mail box and take out the extra key for the house from it. But when you go to unlock the door, it's already unlocked. This is becoming very strange.

You push open the door and peer into the dark living room. It's not too dark that you can't make out the furniture in the darkness. You step inside and shut the door behind you, it's still quiet. Not quiet, absolutely and undeniably silent. You flick the light on and look around again, nothing seems out of place. It's messy, with empty beer cans and bottles on the ground per usual. The stains on his carpet remain untouched, including the vomit stain in the corner.

"Jay?" You call out into the still atmosphere. Nothing. Is he not home? That can't be, his car is in the driveway.

The sound of his old floor boards being stepped on echoes through the house. What the hell is he trying to pull? You look up the stairs, but it's only darker up there than it was down here. He must be drunk.

Each step you take up the stairs, your heart begins to pound faster. Something feels off, this doesn't feel right. This isn't like your boyfriend, he's simple, he wouldn't try scaring you like this. On the top step, you feel your shoe touch something soft. You lean down and pick it up, and raise it up to your face. A pair of thongs that definitely aren't yours. So that's what's happening. He couldn't even pull himself together for one night.

Your pounding heart is no longer caused by fear but anger. He's cheated too many times to count on your hands, but this time makes you angrier than you've ever been. He's never been in bed with another woman knowing that you were coming over. This is fucking ridiculous.

You stomp towards his room and kick the door open. It's dark but you can tell that there are two people in bed. Your vision has gone red, you've never been this angry in your life.

You don't bother turning the lights on, you storm over to his side of the bed and rip the covers off. Just barely you can make out a woman sleeping next to him. You grab his shoulder tightly and shake him violently to wake him up.

"Get the fuck up Jay! Get! Up!" He doesn't respond, you lean down and yell in his ear like he always does to you. "You're such a childish piece of shit!"

He still doesn't move or speak, for fuck's sake. You stomp back to the entrance of the room and flick on the light. You turn around and begin walking back towards the bed, when you're stopped in your tracks.

Everything is red, but it's not your vision anymore. The bed has been dyed red, and his naked body is covered in it. Your mouths falls open but no screams come out. The woman next to him is splayed out on the bed, naked as well. Covered in red. You look down at the hands that touched your boyfriend, they're also red.

You rush over to the bed and shake your boyfriend again.

"Jay? Jay! Can you hear me?" You put your ear to his chest but you don't hear anything. You put your finger under his nose but don't feel anything.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" Tears stream down your face as you pull him to your chest, cradling him.

Your sobs make it hard to speak and your chest begins to hurt. "J-... Jay... This- isn't-" You gasp between each word, "Funny..."

It's only when you hear a noise coming from behind you that you stop to think about what's going on. It doesn't matter to you though, they could kill you too if they wished.

"People are strange." You turn your head to see where the voice is coming from.

It's someone you don't recognize, he's tall, pale, has long hair, and hypnotizing eyes. Your sobs cease for a moment and you hug your boyfriend tighter to you.

"All of that fighting... You were even coming here to break up with him and yet... You're sad that he's gone?" He makes his way towards you slowly, "I've done you a favor, haven't I?"

He looms over you but all you can do is stand there, frozen by fear.

The man grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you violently from Jay. You try to run back to him, but the man pulls you to him, hugging you tightly. No matter how much you flail in his grasp you can't get away from him. You're left sobbing into his shirt, your body limp in his arms.

"Why?" You manage to whisper.

He holds you to him with one arm and pets your hair with his other hand. "You were miserable. He was making you miserable."

He sighs and kisses the top of your head. What is going on?

"Come on, don't waste your energy on human garbage. I'm here, so it's fine." He states it so 'matter of fact'.

"Who?" Is all you can ask, unable to finish your question.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Illumi is my name." With ease, he grabs you by your shoulders and lifts your face up to his. "Your future husband."

Chrollo

What more could you ask for? You already have easy college classes, fun parties, a good part time job, great friends, and an amazing best friend. Tonight you're going to hang out with a bunch of friends and have drinks at one of their apartments. It's a pretty normal Thursday night, nothing odd about it.

You're waiting for your best friend to pick you up, he's always there to pick you up on the dot. If he doesn't come early that is. You shove all the essentials into your bag and hear a honk outside. Must be him.

But of course you're always tardy. You lace up your shoes and run out of the dorm room, tripping out of the building. He's watching as you stumble towards the car since one of your shoes is already unlaced. When you finally flop down in the passenger seat he shakes his head with a knowing smile.

"Oh y/n, will you ever be organized?" He asks with amusement.

You click your tongue and straighten out your clothes, "Don't ask such stupid questions."

He turns his body towards you as much as possible and pats his lap. You instinctively know what that means. You hike your foot up above the console and put your foot on his lap. He begins tying your shoe, his smile is unmoving. He's always smiling.

"Chrollo, you don't need to baby me." You roll your eyes and groan.

He laughs and pats your leg, signaling that he's done. "If not me then who?"

You swing your leg back over to your side and buckle up. The two of you hang out a lot. Since you're both going to the hangout tonight, you decided to car pool. But first you're going to go get the alcohol. Everyone has to bring something for everyone, that way you guys can get wasted with no qualms.

You plug your phone into the aux and play your shared playlist. The first song that comes on is "The Cult of Dionysus" by The Orion Experience. Something that he added.

Finally you feel like you can relax, it always feels that way around Chrollo. His presence is just, comforting, in every way. You feel like you can do anything, say anything, ask for anything. He's always there for you with no exceptions and honestly you think you may have feelings for him. But it's a question of are you confusing comfort and friendly affection for romanticism. It's just that he's so perfect, he doesn't have a single flaw. Not one that you've ever seen at least. You probably never will see one of his flaws.

You sink into the seat and sigh.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, but quickly looks back at the road. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing... Just, everything is good."

He knows you better than anyone, so it's an obvious lie when you say this. "But what?"

Anytime he calls you out, you surrender and tell him everything. "Everything is so great you know." He nods with your statement. "I go to a good school, have good friends, have a good job." This has been on your mind for quite some time.

"Something is missing, you know? The excitement, the... the..." You chuckle and turn towards him and put up jazz hands, "The pizzazz!"

He doesn't turn to look at you but you know he saw you when his smile widens. "I get that. Maybe you just need to step outside of your comfort zone. Do something different."

Do something different? Yeah, maybe that is what you need.

----

All eleven of you are sitting in a circle on the ground, drinking and playing never have I ever. You take a long drink of your Mike's hard lemonade, which is just something to get the night going.

Dina wipes hair from her face and smiles, "Okay okay my turn. So never have I ever.... Uhh." She pops up when she thinks of something, "Never have I ever jumped out of a window."

DJ leans forward and raises an eyebrow, "Okay what kind of window we talking? High up? First floor?"

Dina answers, "Any kind, any kind of window." The majority of you put a finger down which makes the group burst out in laughter.

Your friend Zoey finishes off her bottle and slams it down on the floor. "Let's play something else."

"Like what?" One of your friends ask.

Zoey thinks for a moment, "Like... Truth or dare, spin the bottle. Or maybe eleven minutes in heaven."

Dj interjects, "I think it's seven minutes in heaven, not eleven."

"Oh whatever DJ, they rhyme." Zoey spits back.

Lex answers, "Let's play seven minutes in heaven!"

Of course DJ huffs and rolls his eyes, "What are we? Middle schoolers?"

Guac (which is his nickname) speaks up, "Oh come on, are you shy DJ?"

Finally the quiet Chrollo sitting next to you says something, "I'm not really interested. Right y/n?" He looks at you to back him up.

The group coos at the two of you and someone says, "We get it, you got something going on. The game is just for fun, don't be so serious Chrollo."

Chrollo opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, "Hey, you told me to do something different. Maybe this is the first step."

His face shows betrayal and you feel a squeeze in your heart.

He stands up and glares at the group, "Whatever." He storms out of the apartment, and everyone mumbles to each other. Chrollo has never acted like this so this is quite a shock to everyone.

In order not to kill the mood you speak up, "Alright, let's pull names out of a hat!"

All of you write down your names on a small piece of paper and put it in a baseball cap. Dina pulls two names out of the hat and of course makes it a dramatic event.

"Alright so first we have the most lovely of people..." She looks at the group like a teacher waiting for an answer from her class. "Gracie!" Everyone claps and she stands up in front of all of you, taking a bow.

Dina pats her thighs rapidly, "Drum roll please!" Everyone obeys her, "The next hot piece of ass is y/n!"

You stand up and curtsey, taking Gracie's hand and leading her to the closet. Dina stands in front of the closet once both of you are inside and grins, "Timer starts now kids." She shuts the door on you two and all of your friends cheer from outside.

Here comes the awkward part. It's too dark to see her expression but you already know she's blushing.

You lean towards her and in a low voice so no one else can hear say, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

She shakes her head, and you brush a hand through her dark coils. The both of you giggle when your finger gets stuck in her hair. She leans in for a kiss, but before your lips meet you're interrupted.

The front door is opened and slammed shut, you hear the lock click as well.

"Hey Chrollo, you feeling better?" "What are you doing?" "Holy shit, please, what are you doing?!" "Are you fucking crazy? This isn't funny!"

Something slams against the closet door and Gracie yelps.

"Whoa whoa, we can work something out." They sound desperate "Back up!" You hear a loud thump and then screams. "Grab him guys!" It sounds like people are running around, but soon the screams become not those of only fear but of pain. There are gargled pleas and pathetic whimpers for mercy.

You and Gracie hold each other, gripping onto one another for dear life.

Soon the screams, pleas, thuds, gurgling, all of it ends. The apartment goes quiet and you try to silence your heavy breathing.

There's a loud thud right in front of the closet and then the doors are opened abruptly. There Chrollo is, covered in blood, and you can see the bodies of your friends behind him. Before you can react, he pulls Gracie away from you, slams the doors closed and there's another thud.

Gracie's screams are blood curdling, screeches and cries for help. You try to open the doors but something is blocking it, keeping them closed. As her screams get louder you throw yourself against the doors, trying to push whatever is there out of the way.

Before you can even imagine of getting out, the screams fade out into whimpers, and into nothing.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

You're given no time to think when the doors fly open and you're face to face with Chrollo. He's blocking out the light and his usually neat clothes are crumpled and bloody. You look down to his hands, a sledge hammer hangs from his fingers, dripping with your friend's blood.

"Ch-Chrollo... Please don't." You whisper.

The sledge hammer drops to the ground and he wraps his arms around you gently. "Oh y/n. I would never hurt you."

He's so gentle with you, so gentle. It almost makes you forget what just happened, because he feels like home. "Why? Why did you do this?"

He steps back and grabs your shoulders, he leans down so he's eye to eye with you. "They crossed a line, a line that should not be crossed."

You begin to speak but he grabs your cheeks with one hand and dawns his usual smile, "You don't need them. You have me." He kisses your squished lips as if it were normal. "Right y/n?"

Slowly you nod, you don't need them. If Chrollo says it, it must be true.

"Good girl."

[wornoutmouse]

Day 15: Glory Hole

Basically the bakugo squad minus Sero cause i forgot plus Shinso and Deku

You stare uneasily at the down ridden bathroom that you were expected to go into. Mina had recommended you to try a glory hole in order to spice up your boring life, her words not yours, but this was completely out of your comfort zone. Although you objected, giving many valid reasons as to why you couldn't do such a thing such as a disease, Mina shrugged it off by saying, "Don't worry babe, I have a plan, I would never let my girl get the icky sticky's."

When you arrived at the club, Mina made a beeline towards the bar leaving you standing against the club wall, awkwardly. For some reason, she had handed you a sticky note during the car ride there. Looking down at it you stared uneasily as you looked at the time, 10:34. You wearily glanced at Mina who was at the bar having a drink off with an ogre of a man. Due to personal experience, you knew she would win.

When 10:30 hit, you walked over to the bathroom, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw a few U.A students walk in. First was Denki, then Kirishima, surprisingly Shinso, and of course an angry Bakugo. More of them came in but you hurried and sprinted to the bathroom not wanting to get caught in such a place. The whole journey, you couldn't help but feel as though many pairs of eyes were on you.

You walk into the third stall and outwardly whistled at how clean it was compared to the other ones. The walls were almost white which was a huge contrast to the sickly green the rest of the bathroom emitted. There was even a little pillow on the floor for you to sit on. To your absolute horror, there were two holes on opposite ends. One small one to the right, most likely for blowjobs, and the other one was larger...for obvious reasons.

Even though you were down to try this, you were only planning to go so far. "Mama done raised a tramp." you said bitterly as you shrugged your jacket off and gingerly hung on the hook in the stall. For a while, you sat there and waited twiddling your thumbs as your watch ticked down closer to 10:34. This was excellent for you because the longer you sat there, the more you began losing the nerve to actually do it. Sighing you finally stood up and decided that maybe this wasn't the way you wanted to spice up your life. 

You put a hand on the door latch to leave but before you could, to your right, the tip of a cock pokes its way through the hole. 

There is silence as you gaze at it surprised that someone actually came to do such a thing. For some reason unbeknownst to you, it felt like there was an unseen force pulling you to sit on the little pillow and gingerly take hold of the member that. Through the wall, you heard a static-filled voice kinda similar to what Shinso's mask sounded like when mimicking. "You must be new to this huh? Don't worry you can always opt-out, I don't mind." 

You held your breath, not quite sure what the glory hole protocol was. "N-No it's fine, I totally got this." Receiving the go-ahead, the person pushes their member all the way through. It was tan in color and the head was a pretty pink as it hung slightly beginning to deflate, which was unsurprising seeing how long it took you to get over the surprise. 

You take hold of it and softly stroked, trying to get it back to peak hardness. All the times you've ever had sex the person, if they were male, was already erect. So it was very strange to watch the process. More of the hardening member was pushed through the wall signaling that the persona had relaxed against the wall separating the two of you. 

Once you got it at its peak, you gingerly mouthed at the sides, sliding your lips down the shaft. "Shit." you smirk at that confirmation that the person liked what was being done. You lap lazily at the slit and giggle as you feel it twitch under your tongue. 

Before you could take it into your mouth, you receive a large amount of cum spewed onto your face and lips. "I'll take that as a compliment," you reply using a tissue to wipe off cum. "Sorry." the person mumbles and you would have sworn, you heard giggling through the stall. 

You don't have to wait long for the next customer, but this time it is two. There is now a penis on both sides of you at full attention. You use both hands to stroke absentmindedly before coming to the decision of using all that you had. 

Sliding your panties to the side you brace your legs wide as you scoot back to one side of the wall. You feel fingers wiggle their way past the hole, guiding you to find them. You shiver as the rough hand its way to hold your back steady as they gently finger you open. "Is this proper Gloryhole protocol?" you taunt and for a moment you hear scuffling and a muffled growl.

You quirked your eyebrow at the low hushes and whispers but shrugged as the fingers resume their efforts. Focusing on the penis in front of you, you suck gently on the tip before sliding down halfway. You have not seen many in person, but this was indeed a pretty cock. It was long with a good amount of girth and you could faintly see green pubic hair trimmed conservatively at the base.

You jump as you feel the tip of the other cock push slightly into you, testing the waters. Already feeling horny from the adrenaline you scoot back more encouraging the person to go ahead. 

You grit your teeth as they push in all the way, wasting no time to start thrusting forward, forcing you to take the other cock deeper in your mouth making you gag slightly. Each thrust sends you reeling as you feel veins graze against your walls rubbing you in all the right places. 

If you were to compare the two, the cock in your mouth is a decent 5 inches and all-around great. But the one thrusting deeply into you was a monster in girth leaving no room in your pussy as the head taps against your cervix. Your eyes roll back as the thrusts speed up and you became light-headed at the lack of oxygen.

All in the bathroom, the only thing that could be heard was heavy grunts and the slight gurgle of your throat each time the dick went further into your mouth. You're forced to pull away as you feel warm, sticky, liquid gush into your mouth sliding slowly down your throat. You hiccup as your pussy grips it's intruder as they slip out with a pop.

You moan unhappy that you didn't get to come, but that was soon rectified by another cock forcing its way inside. You scream as it pounds inside of you with no mercy and you could have sworn you could feel ridges scraping against your walls. This was no normal cock, hell, this cock didn't even feel human from how hard it was.

"Please make me cum!" you moaned. Holding onto the walls was the only thing keeping you standing even though that was barely working as you felt the whole stall shake from the sheer force of the thrusts. You could feel your walls pulsate and hear your own heartbeat as you came hard around the cock.

You allow your legs to relax as you begin to slide down as the person pulls out. Your ears tune in to the conversation and you swear you hear someone whose voice sounds similar to Kirishima chime in, "Your turn." 

You feel strong hands find their way around your waist as a new cock pushes its way in. This one was impossibly long and was daring to push into your cervix entirely. You had no strength to hold back your overstimulated moans as you feel your entire world spark to white. Trailing your hands down you feel your stomach bulge ever so slightly as the cock destroys your insides.

You couldn't physically come anymore but the grip around your waist wasn't letting up so all you could do was whimper and take it. "Shit!" your tongue flaps out of your mouth in a disgusting ahegayo face as you are rushed into an orgasm by an electrical current running through you as the person, unfortunately, cums inside. 

"Dude you fucking creampied her!" *smack* "Ow." You were too busy trying to see correctly to identify the voices. You lift your face up and shake your curls from your face and for a brief moment, you see a plethora of eyes peeking in at you as you slouched against the wall. Before they disappeared, you could make out a few of the iris colors, Two red eyes, green, purple, and yellow.

After getting your bearings, you exit the stall and jump as you catch your face in the mirror. You had black streaks of eyeliner trailing down your face and drool coming out your mouth. Sweat was sticking profusely to your forehead and your hair had frizzed out of its flattened state. You do your best to clean yourself up and hobble out of the bathroom.

You find Mina sitting at a table with Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinso, and Deku. Mina was smiling as she waved you over but the boys had a faraway look as they took in your disheveled state. "Damn they did a number on you." You scratched your head, "Who? Did you see them?" Mina's eyes widened, "N-Nah, it's just obvious that one person couldn't have done all this to you." Bakugo grumbled something haughtily receiving a kick from Mina under the table.

You're handed a cup of water to soothe your throat and you watched as the rest of the game party on. No one questioned why you looked so ragged coming out of a club bathroom which you didn't know to be worried about. If it weren't for the led lights blazing, you would have noticed the suspicious dampness of each of the boy's pants that they poorly attempted to hide throughout the night.

[aka-indulgence]

Not-so-dark Ride

Commission for @rubydracogirl from @alleice!

Thank you for commissioning me, and happy birthday, this is a gift fic! >u<

Ao3 link!

(US!Sans/Reader)

Your day started off unusual, with you searching for your almost ever-present bonefriend.

Turns out he just had a surprise for you...

(mildly suggestive!)

You make a series of groans and yawns as you peek through your eyelids, sunlight filtering into the room, waking you up. You weren’t the most… elegant-looking as you woke up, with a little bit of drool slipping out of your lips and onto the pillow. You close your mouth and made a tired moan, turning around to hug something soft and warm, snuggling into it… and then you blinked. This isn’t Sans.

You’re only hugging the blanket, all bunched up from your tossing and turning last night, no doubt. You wake a little more as you look around, searching for Sans, but he’s nowhere in sight. It seems like it really is just you and the bed.

You stand up, rubbing your eyes with your fist, seeing stars for a moment as you leave the bed. You get out the room and stumble down the stairs to the kitchen, still in your pajamas. There are no sounds of activity anywhere, so seeing as it’s probably just you at home, you fish around the fridge, looking for breakfast.

Sans should be home today, he has a day off from work. Usually, Sans would be there to greet you in the morning. If that’s not you turning around much like you did this morning and cuddling with him to start off the morning, he’d be in the kitchen, already cooking up something for you. If he had to go somewhere early before you wake up, he’d tell you beforehand, and he’d kiss you before leaving.

He’s always such a gentleman with his little affectionate gestures.

“Sans?” You try to call out for him, leaning out of the kitchen entrance, but no one answers. It’s a bit odd… was right outside the house or something? You’re not trying to flaunt it, but Sans would always be there to tell you first if he’s going to do something away from you. You get a bit worried for a second but shake your head. It’s Sans, he’s fine. If he is outside, you’re sure he’ll be back soon enough.

You shrug and get back to the kitchen, sitting on the small dining table Sans purchased when you started living with him. You eat breakfast without thinking, taking out your phone to watch some videos. When you finish you get a glass of water and clean yourself up a bit. You just managed to walk out into the living room when a soft fabric was put over your eyes, blinding you, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as you make a startled gasp.

“Shhhh…” a voice tickles your ear, a hand slipping to your waist before sliding over your stomach to the other side, pulling you close.

You quickly realize that the hand pressed to your face and waist is skeletal, and when the one on your mouth trails down to your chin, you open your mouth. “Sans…?”

“Don’t Scream,” he says, in a much firm and assertive voice than you expected him to be. “And Don’t Struggle. It’ll Make Things Easier On The Both Of Us If You Submit.”

His voice is low and quiet, in a tone you’ve never heard from him before, laced with intimidation as he grasps you. Your feelings are mixed between feeling scared and nervous, confusion (this is Sans, your Sans. You can’t be afraid of him… right?), and… a bit excited. The way he held you so tight, almost squeezing you to him to the point you could feel his ribcage over his clothes, hot breath brushing over your face while his teeth graze your ear while he speaks… it gets you hot.

His hand traces along your jaw, down your neck, and down to your middle. His slow movements, hands now stroking your hips makes you gulp and gasp a bit. before they go to your arms. He holds your wrists easily in one hand and ties something soft around your wrists. You don’t struggle, too confused and surprised to really internalize what’s happening right now.

“Come Along Quietly Now.”

Sans tugs on your binding, a hand on your shoulder as he guides you outside the house. You have little idea of where he’s taking you until you hear car doors unlocking, and Sans puts you into a car, seating you at the back. The door quickly closes behind you, and you hear him coming to the driver’s seat, starting the car.

“Get Comfortable Now, Because This Ride Might Take A While.”

The engine revs as the car starts. You start biting your lip and you sink a bit into your seat, your heart starting to pound harder in your chest, you could practically hear it. Sans doesn’t seem to be playing around… is this really happening?

“Sans… w-what are you doing?”

“ISN’T IT OBVIOUS, MY LOVE?” his voice is loud now that the car’s moving, probably because no one but you can hear him. “I’M KIDNAPPING YOU.”

You make a choked sound… why would your own boyfriend kidnap you? What does he want with you?”

“B-but why?”

“OH, FOR MANY REASONS. YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND NOW.” Sans starts chuckling, and you can hear the grin in his voice. You withhold a whimper, the nervousness making you sick in your stomach.

It goes quiet for a while until Sans chuckles again.

“MY DEAR… I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR A LONG TIME.” his voice sounds almost dream-like, satisfied with having you tied up behind him. “I’LL FINALLY GET TO DO SOMETHING THAT I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO WITH YOU.”

“W… what are you going to do, where are you taking me, Sans?!” you couldn’t help the alarm in your voice, the sound of wheel rolling down smooth roads in a quick pace making you gulp. You’re pretty sure the roads around your home aren’t the emptiest. It’s not that early in the morning, people are bound to be out and about by now.

“WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW?” there’s the grin in his voice again, you can imagine his lidded sockets and the look of intense eyelights he most certainly is giving you through the rear-view window. You can’t even see it, but the intensity sends shivers down your spine. “IT’S A SURPRISE OF COURSE, YOU SILLY LITTLE THING. SOMEWHERE I’LL GET TO HAVE A LOT OF FUN WITH YOU, MY DEAR.”

There’s a lilt to his voice, dipping into a deeper tone, suggestive, teasing. He’s seated in the driver’s seat in front of you but the way he’s saying it and the way your body reacts to his voice, he might as well be straddling you right now. Even in the midst of your fear and anxious bile in your stomach, you feel… arousal starting in between your legs at the way he speaks and how he crafts his sentences. You know you shouldn’t be, but you find a part of yourself actually excited for what Sans will do to you. You try not to show it of course, gulping your saliva down.

You stay silent after that, and the rest of the ride ends up pretty quiet, leaving you to simmer in your own thoughts. Other than the engine and the wheels on the road, you can’t hear much of anything outside. The car rarely stops, and now you’re sure Sans isn’t taking any main roads, especially when time starts to bleed. You have no way to tell the time, but you’re sure it’s been long. There would be times where the road would get bumpy, and from the changes in light through your blindfold, you guess that you’re driving through somewhere shady, probably the woods. You even manage to get a bit sleepy from the inactivity… the only thing breaking the silence was a soft tune Sans hummed from time to time, a light, playful tune.

After a while, you feel the sun hitting the window panes and you start to get hot again before the car comes to a stop. Without saying anything, Sans climbs out of the car. Now with the engine stopped, you hear a lot of noises outside, muffled through the window. When Sans takes you out from the car and into the heat, you notice that what you heard were people laughing and talking, the sounds of something rolling and… music? Where are you?

Sans unties the restraints around your wrists and slips the blindfold off of you. You’re even more confused than you were when he first tied you up because wh.. why is he letting me go out in the open-? when you blink away the bright light, looking at the giant sign in front of you once your eyes readjusted to see...

‘WELCOME TO THE LAND OF MAGIC™!’

Your eyes dart upwards when you hear the voices of people starting to turn into a scream, seeing as a roller coaster train starts to fall down a slope.

An… amusement park…?

“SURPRISE!” Sans startles you as he jumps into your view, his arms stretched outwards, making jazz hands, stars in his sockets with a wide, happy smile. He’s already wearing perfect amusement park attire, a t-shirt with the logo of the park with simple shapes and colors that represents the park, easy shorts, and sneakers.

Your mouth is hung open, and you stand dumbly in your pajamas, your eyes going back from Sans to the park in front of you. “Wh… what?” is the only response you could muster.

“What’s going on Sans?”

Sans’ grin turns a bit lopsided as his eyelights go back into ovals, laughing awkwardly while he rubs the back of his head. The tension and stress you’ve had with you since the start of the ride leaves you completely at the comforting sound, looking at how… harmless he looks now.

“HAHAH… I WANTED TO SURPRISE YOU WITH A VISIT TO THE AMUSEMENT PARK FOR YOUR SPECIAL DAY!” Sans smiled, a light bashful blush on his face that contrasts starkly with his earlier threatening persona.

You blinked. “Special… day…?”

“YES, YOUR BIRTHDAY, SILLY!” Sans grinned reaching his hand out to touch your face.

Oh… your birthday. Right. You forgot about that.

Your face is blank while Sans gently rubs your cheek, and he raises a brow when you don’t immediately respond. “DON’T TELL ME YOU FORGOT ABOUT YOUR OWN BIRTHDAY?”

You give him a shy smile, answering him.

“But uh, Sans…” you say while one hand comes up to touch his. “What… what was all that?”

“WELL UH,” Sans stumbles, “I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKE THOSE STORIES WHERE DANGEROUS MONSTERS COME AND TAKE YOU INTO THE NIGHT FOR THEMSELVES… I WANTED TO MAKE THIS BIRTHDAY EXTRA SPECIAL FOR YOU, SO I THOUGHT THAT IF I FAKE-KIDNAPPED YOU WOULD BE SOMETHING YOU’D LIKE..? I HOPE I DIDN’T FRIGHTEN YOU TOO MUCH MY LOVE… I’M SORRY FOR SURPRISING YOU LIKE THAT!”

You make an almost offended expression because how dare he. You feel completely called out at the fact that you actually liked the idea of Sans, your Sans, taking control and abducting you to someplace where it’ll just him and you. Becoming more aggressive and drastic in his affections, and he’d be able to do so may things to you… Your eyes snap into focus back in the present, almost falling into a fantasy, and you shake your head. You pick up your hand to slap it on the humerus of his arm where he’s touching you.

“O-OW!” Sans hisses.

“You did a lot more than surprise me, I got scared!” you start mouthing, “Don’t ever do that again Sans…” you shake your finger at him, but your voice gets quieter, your eyes looking to the side. You make a quiet sound of frustration before looking back at him. “... without telling me. Yeah I was scared but… you’re also… right, Sans. I got pretty excited there, bringing my hopes up like that… I wouldn’t mind a little roleplay.”

You gave him a suggestive smirk.

“Getting my hopes up like that… it’s why I didn’t fight you so hard.”

Sans chuckles as you get distracted by the going-ons at the park, his grin becoming much less prominent while his eyelights get smaller, looking at the ground. DIDN’T FIGHT ME BECAUSE YOU WERE EXCITED..? His chuckles become nervous. Boy, you really do like being kidnapped, huh? A worried smile starts to grow on his face… he hopes you’ll never get “seduced” into being kidnapped by anyone.

When Sans focused on you again, you were frowning, hands on your hips while you stared at the amusement park in front of you as if it had just insulted you. He’s about to ask you what’s wrong when you looked back down at yourself, still in your pajamas, directing your eyes at him.

“Well, this is nice and all but… am I supposed to go in with these..?” You make a little pout at him. It’s not that you really care if you’re not supposed to wear pajamas outdoors, but it really isn’t the type of clothing for any physically taxing activities, like walking around a park all day.

“MWEHEHEH, OF COURSE NOT, IF YOU DON’T WANT TO!” Sans grins at you, walking to the passenger seat of the car. “THE GREAT SANS ALWAYS COME PREPARED! I THOUGHT YOU’D UNDERSTAND THAT BY NOW.”

While Sans opens the door to grab your park outfit no doubt, you snort a bit. What he said prompted a bunch of memories where Sans always seemed to come impossibly prepared for various situations… like when you went on a vacation with him to a seashore village that you’d assumed only had ports and the like, only to find a beach. You were just about ready to get in with whatever was on your back at the time but Sans had stopped you, showing you he had a swimsuit for you in his pocket. He even had a floatie to go with, too.

You break yourself out of your reminiscing when Sans shuts the door and comes to show you… matching park attire. Another graphic tee that Sans must’ve bought from the park (when did he get to buy these?), shorts of a different color (and size) to his, and he’s brought your own socks and sneakers.

You’d completely forgotten you’re still in your slippers. Maybe someone else could fare wearing slippers in the park just fine, but you’re pretty sure your feet would die before you even got halfway through the day.

Sans stood outside the car while you changed, watching so that there wouldn’t be anyone that could take a peek of you. He himself only gave you a couple of sneak peeks while you took off your clothes with half-lidded sockets that had you shouting at him to look away- not that you didn’t like being looked at by Sans , of course, but if Sans wanted to get into the park at you he had to stop riling you up.

When you got your clothes off, throwing your pajamas into a ball on the car seat unceremoniously, you practically bounced towards the gate. Despite Sans’ fake-kidnapping earlier, you were just as excited to get into the park, though much more innocuous than the excitement you felt earlier. When you got closer to the ticket booths, Sans put a hand on your shoulder and flashes you two VIP passes.

“I TOLD YOU THAT I’VE BEEN WAITING TO DO THIS WITH YOU, DID I NOT?” Sans winks at you. Cheeky asshole … you think with fondness, he said those things in a tone that implied something else on purpose…

He didn’t lie, but he was still very rude in making you feel… all kinds of things.

You hand your ticket to the monster at the gate, who beeps it over a scanner, letting you and Sans in. When you step on the other side you don’t make a move towards anywhere and just… stare. There were so many… things you could see just from the entrance, not just the rides. Your eyes trailed down, and you notice that gratefully, there wasn’t a thick crowd where you expected it to be, and in the individuals you see walking around, you see that they were pretty much equal parts human and monster. The look brings you a smile.

“THE OWNER IS A MONSTER, IF YOU’RE WONDERING,” Sans informs you, he must’ve seen the look on your face. You smile even more at him, seeing a pretty modern park owned by a monster, looking like it’s faring pretty good on its own. Of course Sans would pick a monster-friendly park, but you don’t think you’ve heard of this park.

“THERE’S MUCH MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE!” Sans starts tugging on your arm while he takes a park map. “THE ADVANTAGE MONSTERS HAVE HUMANS IN ENTERTAINMENT IS THAT WE CAN INCORPORATE MAGIC!”

“There’s magic, here?” you ask him incredulously. “You mean like… magic on the rides, the foods…?”

“YEAH, PRETTY MUCH!” he hands you the park map. “CHOOSE WHERE YOU WANT TO GO. IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY, SO I’LL JUST FOLLOW.”

God, you love your Sans so much.

You open the map and balk a bit at the options you have. There were a lot of attractions, and immediately you spot the food areas. Your day just started, but just thinking how hungry you’re going to be later makes you imagine what kinds of food they have… especially if they might be infused with magic.

“Ok, well, I don’t know where to go,” you sigh, turning to Sans. “Any recommendations?”

“OH… HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT FAST-SPEED THRILL RIDES?” Sans asked, pointing at a rollercoaster symbol on the map, outlined and pretty hard to miss compared to the others. “IT’S THEIR MAIN ATTRACTION, I THINK. IT DOESN’T HAVE ANY MAGIC ENHANCEMENT FOR SAFETY’S SAKE, BUT IF YOU LIKE ROLLERCOASTERS, I DON’T THINK YOU’D MIND.”

“I don’t!” you tittered. That’s a good idea, going on a thrill-ride to wake you up all the way and get your heart pumping early on for later. You also had a thought that lines shouldn’t be too long when it’s still morning, but then you remembered the VIP pass Sans had given you earlier.

The ride was in the middle of the park, and you whizzed by the sign reading ‘Mountain Rush’ and the relatively long line to the ride. You entered a prop mountain, and the queuing area was lit dim, with ‘torches’ on the craggy walls. They really did their park homework… this is top-notch stuff!

You get to the front, and you get a bit jumpy when they let you board the train. You might be an adrenaline junky. Sans pretends that he isn’t phased, keeping a face like he just climbed aboard some public transport, but you see how he blinks his eyelights into stars, and you can make the guess that Sans is just as excited as you are.

“... You’re adorable.” you lean towards him as they close the safety bar over you. Sans makes a weird snort-like sound and looks at you with a raised brow.

“WHY??”

The rollercoaster starts climbing out the mountain from the inside towards an opening at the top.

“Well… a lot of reasons really.” you hummed, tapping your chin as the shadows start to fade and you climb into the light. “But uh… I can see you’re excited babe. Your eyes were stars.”

At that, a sky-blue blush tinted Sans’ cheekbones, and you feel the unstoppable urge to kiss them.

“HEY!” Sans makes as close to a pout a skeleton can, “I CAN’T CONTROL THAT!”

“Yeah, and I love it,” you smirk at him.

“OH UH YEAH, I LOVE YOU TOO,” you notice Sans’ eyelights darting between the drop you’re starting to curve towards and you, “BUT UH IF YOU’RE GOING TO KISS ME DO IT QUICK BECAUSE-”

You giggle and smooch his cheekbone anyways, and you watch how his eyelights turn into hearts this time. He’s about to say something when you point downwards, and he just manages to hold your hand before you both scream as the train goes barreling downwards at a steep angle.

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It’s far from the last ride of the day. You were right, that first adrenaline rush you had from the first ride had you raring for more. You take your time to ride a less thrilling ride but found it just as fun while you rode “bullets” that spin around and “flew” higher the more you pedaled.

There was a drop ride decorated like flowers that “grew” as it raised you, before you go plummeting down, to up, than down… you had to hold onto Sans for a while after that, your legs wobbly. It… probably wasn’t a good idea to immediately go on the swinging pirate ship ride immediately after that, but you think it was worth it.

There was one ghost train that opened up later than the other rides that was gaining a lot of attention recently. A new ghost train, but it wasn’t just a ride indoors… it’s the first ride to not have rails , while moving people around in a car. It’s powered almost entirely by magic and it had you screaming while holding onto Sans for dear life while it tossed and turned… relatively slowly, but considering it was floating because of magic, it’s new to you, and you keep getting the feeling that you’re going to come crashing into the floor. Of course, it had already been tested several (hundred) times to prove its safety, and magic has a stronger grip than you realize, but it was still an experience nonetheless. It played out like a horror ride too, which was fun.

In between rides you take breaks on the benches provided, and when your stomach growled at you, you remembered about the restaurants you saw earlier on the map. As you expected, the prices were… more than it would’ve been if you could eat outside. But Sans just waved a hand, and told you to get anything you thought about eating at that moment, and what you wanted just so happened to be on the more expensive side… without question, Sans ordered it for you.

The food was thankfully on par with the price. It was so good you almost thought of getting seconds. Sans even encouraged you to get some snacks and drinks, which you did, outside the restaurant. There were a bunch of stalls that sold snacks and beverages… that you could also buy with the park’s merch. You probably shouldn’t have eyed them as greedily as you did, and Sans read you like a book. Because when you saw one of those carts with apparel, and you were looking at a really cute cap with cat ears on it Sans had picked it up and asked “DO YOU WANT THIS ONE?” and when you replied “Yeah, I like that color…” he promptly bought it. In fact, he kept buying you a lot of merch and treats.

“Uh, Sans… is it really ok to buy this much merch?” you asked him, wearing said cat-ears hat, a bucket of popcorn on one hand and a bottle of starfait in the other, both of which were things you could bring home and wash once you’ve finished the consumables. You had to admit, they looked pretty cool, with a pastel look on the bucket and a galaxy theme on the bottle… but on top of the merchandise themselves, you also had the snacks.

“Park stuff can be pretty overpriced…”

Sans just made a ‘pssh’ sound, which is impressive for a skeleton without lips. “THIS IS YOUR BIRTHDAY, REMEMBER! CONSIDER IT ALL GIFTS! SPLURGE!” he says, before patting the wallet in his shorts pocket. “BESIDES! I’VE GOT THE MONEY TO SPEND.”

You just shook your head at him. Must be the gold… and the fact that Sans has a high paying job doesn’t hurt.

At the end of the day, once you’re sure you’ve sweated a bucket full and your legs were starting to feel a bit fuzzy all over, you realize you’re all spent on rides. The sky has started to turn orange with the setting sun, and the park has significantly less people walking around compared to when you first entered the park.

You’ve managed to found an empty, shaded bench, an promptly collapsed on it. Earlier, when you realized how late it’s become, you considered maybe you should take a leisure walk around the park with Sans to just enjoy that park atmosphere, but you find that your legs just weren’t having it, and the only thing you’ll be able to ‘enjoy’ is the smell of sun and exhaustion.

Your starfait bottle was not filled with water after you finished it about 2 hours earlier, taking big sips, exhaling once you’re done. The bench creaks a little when Sans sits down, looking winded but maybe not as bad as you were. He gives you a tired smile, what looked like sapphire sweat dripping down his face. “HOT, DARLING?” he asks, taking out the electric fan he bought you earlier. “THOUGH I GUESS THAT’S A SILLY THING TO ASK, BECAUSE YOU’RE ALWAYS HOT.”

“Pff- oh shut up,” you say without no real bite as the fan starts to whirr, brushing your face with a light, but pleasant gust of air.

“I DON’T LIE.” Sans winks.

“Yeah.. but I guess that means you’re just as hot.” you take the fan to cool Sans down too, and from how he closes his sockets and slows down his breath, he appreciates it.

You take another look at your fan while you do. It’s white, and has a little blue cape on the middle… honestly, you bought it not just because you felt like melting under the relentless summer sun, but there because it reminded you of Sans.

You tell him as much, and he makes just a little snort.

“I’m serious,” you grin, “all it needs is a little skull on the back here and we’ll have Sans jr.!”

Sans snorts again before it turns into little uncontrollable ‘Mwe...Mweheh!’ that you find just precious, and Sans pokes you in the cheek.

“I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW, IT’S NOT THAT SIMPLE TO DUPLICATE ME!”

“You’re right. Never said I was going to, though,” you say, pecking him in the cheek and making a bright blue blush bloom on his face.

After a while of just messing around with each other, you find yourself settled into Sans’ side, his arm looped around your back. You sigh while you put your head on his ribs.

“Thanks for this, Sans. I had a lot of fun,” you say almost sleepily as the exhaustion catches up to you.

“MWEH, I PROMISED YOU WE’LL HAVE A LOT OF FUN TODAY DIDN’T I?” his tone is teasing as hand squeezes your arm, bright blue eyelights full with mirth.

“Not in the way I expected, but yeah!” you giggle at him.

The sky gets darker and darker, and your poor skin finally gets the break it deserves when small winds start to blow, giving you the relief of being cooled down. Your sweat has started to dry off (even as the clothes stick to you), and your eyelids start drifting close. The feel of Sans close to you while hearing the gentle thrum of his soul inside his ribs… it makes you so sleepy. You start to fall asleep but you’re jolted awake when you see a bright light flying into the sky, exploding into colorful red sparks.

“OH, THE FIREWORK SHOW IS STARTING!” Sans pats you, rousing you more so that you sit up straight, though still stuck to Sans.

More fireworks start to come whistling higher to the sky before they burst into a flurry of colors. They come controlled and timed so that your ears aren’t assaulted by BANGs and BOOMs. There were some that moved in patterns around the sky, circling around the park and making you think of some sort of firework dragon dancing across the sky. Some fireworks exploded into shapes, flowers, stars. There was one red one that you expected to turn into a heart, but instead turned into a smiley face. Oh right, if it was heart-shaped it’d be a soul to monsters. You thought idly, remembering how Sans told you it was a private matter to monsters especially. Later on you saw how some fireworks turned into the faces of the royal family along with their adopted human child/ambassador in the sky, in a cute style.

You turn to Sans, and Sans starts explaining before you even ask.

“SEE, THEY HELPED MAKE THIS PARK POSSIBLE. THEY NEGOTIATED WITH THE HUMAN-RUN GOVERNMENT TO ALLOW A MONSTER TO OPEN A PARK, WITH ALL THOSE NEW THINGS, INCLUDING THAT LITERAL MAGIC RIDE. THEY WERE REALLY EXPECTING A LOT OF RESISTANCE BUT THANKFULLY THEY DIDN’T! IT’S THE OWNER'S WAY OF SHOWING GRATITUDE. CHARA SEEMED REALLY HAPPY TO SEE THEIR FACE IN THE SKY!” Sans chuckled, and… you’re reminded of the fact that Sans personally knows a lot of important figures in the monster ‘kingdom’.

“Wow, Sans… you’re amazing,” you say to him, almost unprompted. Sans raises his brows at you when he turns around, blushing when he sees the fond look you give him.

“I love you, Sans.” you sigh. “This birthday has been wonderful.”

The surprised look on Sans’ face fades with his blush, a confident smile gracing his face. The hand around your back pulls you closer to him while he turns his bodies to face you better, cupping your cheek.

“I LOVE YOU TOO, MY STARLIGHT.” his sockets lid as he gently rubs your cheek with his thumb. “YOU THINK IM GIVING YOU A LOT FOR TODAY BUT… IT DOESN’T COMPARE TO EVERYTHING YOU’VE GIVEN ME, EVERY DAY.”

Your heart pumps just a little bit faster at that.

Another firework explodes, and you swear the sparks were making little soul shapes. When Sans leans in and closes his sockets, you lean closer to him, and his teeth meet your lips in a kiss.

Oh, yes this definitely is the best birthday… spent with Sans.

[lonbergwrites]

Why they changed it, I can’t say

Istanbul was Constantinople, and the Chili Cheese Burrito was the Chilito. Why they changed it, I can’t say. But it did help me meet the love of my life.

I am a child of the eighties and nineties, and a child of the fast food restaurant. I remember all of the innovations—the McDLT, mom’s favorite, with its pound of Styrofoam to keep the L and the T cold and the burger (D?) hot; the birth of the curly fry; fast food hot dogs; the invention of the wrap; the salad you shake up in the container; the death of the curly fry; the tacos that burger joints shilled and the burgers schlepped by the taco places; pizza showing up where it didn’t belong; every new flavor of shake, and sauce, and spice; the birth of the dollar menu. I remember the failed chains—Rax, more famous for their outlandishly large menus and gigantic salad bars than they were for their roast beef; One Potato Two, an honest-to-God baked potato restaurant; even Wag’s, a restaurant owned and operated by Walgreen’s pharmacies.

McDonald’s had the monopoly on toys, everybody knew that. That’s the place you conned your parents into bringing you. But the fast food chain that got me to open my Velcro wallet and spend my tiny allowance was Taco Bell. Taco Bell made me feel like a king. First off, I could afford to eat the whole menu. It was cheap. But it was also packed with the most flavor. Exotic flavor for a Midwestern kid. Flavor that scared my grandparents. It felt dangerous. All those bright colors and southwestern touches. Hot sauce on demand? Hot sauce on demand! I’d never had hot sauce before.

Oh, the times I had at Taco Bell. And my true Taco Bell love was the Chilito. Don’t remember it? I’m going to have to go Golden Girls’ Sophia on you—picture it, your local Taco Bell, nineteen eighty-I’m-feeling-very-old-these-days. You’ve ordered a magical food item called the Chilito. It is a tortilla lovingly spread with true chili—that means lots of beef and spice and no beans. No beans. That’s important. It is mounded with shredded cheese and melted just-so before being wrapped up into a chubby little burrito, perfect for any and every occasion. Chubby Little Burrito would be my nickname going into high school, and I would not like it. But I digress...

The Chilito got me through high school, but by the time I got to college, the Dark Ages had settled upon America, and Taco Bell had discontinued the Chilito. But I never forgot. Taco Bell and I had an off-again/on-again relationship after that point. It seemed like they just didn’t know what they were doing anymore—where they were going in life. Seafood salad? I mean, seriously? And then they went and took away my dessert. My Cinnamon Crispas. I swear to God, they wanted me to leave them. But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t quit my Taco Bell.

By about the time I got to grad school, the rumblings began. They were quiet at first, but I heard word through something new called The Facebook that there was a new Taco Bell menu item called the Chili Cheese Burrito. Chili. And Cheese. In a Burrito. This sounded a lot like a former friend that had been taken from me too soon, too long ago. I could barely remember its look, its smell, its taste upon my tongue. I headed down to my local Taco Bell at once.

Disaster.

The Chili Cheese Burrito was an optional, regional menu item. And I had chosen my grad school poorly, because my region didn’t buy into that “option.” I was incensed. I nearly quit grad school. I mean, I didn’t. That would be crazy. Though I did know my spring break destination that year—the nearest good Taco Bell. That would turn out to be a three hundred mile road trip away.

But again, I’m getting off track. This was supposed to be a love story. You didn’t think I was the kind of person who fell in love with inanimate objects, did you? Like I’m the guy who’d marry a menu item, just as that one guy tried to tie the knot with the Brooklyn Bridge? I’m sorry, no. That’s not this story.

After grad school I chose my next move from several available job options. The natural, and only real choice, brought me to a sensible metro area, complete with good Taco Bells. I made sure to call around before I took the job offer.

It would have been poetic to have me fall in love with the cashier that sold me that first sweet taste of Chili Cheese Burrito, right? It would have been, but it wasn’t her. But she did lead me to my true love. It was her roommate.

Sure, the cashier—Mary, she had a name—and I hooked up a little when we first met. I was drooling when I stepped into her Taco Bell. I usually drooled at the aroma coming from that place, especially in those days when our relationship was illicit and tenuous. But that day I knew my Chilito had come back to me. Oh, the expectation. The drool must have been a good look. Mary was the one who picked me up. Apparently my new corporate paycheck looked better than my old Velcro wallet, and my new convertible lease and loft apartment spoke to her. I was a little different than a lot of the other men she spent her days around.

But after the first time she took me home, her roommate caught my eye. Mary lived in a cramped little third story walkup in the old part of town. Most of her roommates were cockroaches, but there were two notable exceptions—Julie, and her dog Baxter. Julie and I hit it off right away, and Mary and I knew, honestly, that we weren’t meant to be. Julie and Baxter quickly moved in with me and Mary found a roommate in Daryl, one of the cooks from the Bell. We all hung out. It was cool.

Julie worked in one of those stock-trading-for-the-average-schmo websites and, the business being a startup, she was gone a lot. Baxter and I really bonded. We bonded over the couch, the late night television, and the newly-rebranded Chili Cheese Burrito. You know how they say that people and their pets start to look alike after a while? That wasn’t the case with Baxter and me. But we did begin to smell alike. Two people (ostensibly) and a dog in a loft apartment subsisting on mostly Chili Cheese made for a very ripe atmosphere. Julie was not pleased.

Julie and my relationship really hit the rocks when the lying began. No, I haven’t been feeding Baxter Taco Bell—of course I’d been feeding Baxter Taco Bell. Have you seen that face? He’s a good boy!

Julie, the monster, debated tossing out my Chubby Little Burrito. She thought his weight gain was due to a thyroid condition or something, and the farts—well, he was a dog after all. She thought it would be “humane” to put him down. Little did she know that many of the farts were mine. Hey, I’m no saint; we all blame the dog now and again.

Well I sent her to the farm upstate instead.

You know that silly song by They Might Be Giants? Istanbul was Constantinople? Well the Chili Cheese Burrito was the Chilito. Why they changed it, I can’t say... But I do know that I wouldn’t change a thing about how my life has turned out thus-far. Sure, I hate every minute of my job. But I never regret my decision to take it. No. Because it brought me to the land of the good Taco Bell. It reunited me with my old friend with a new name. It introduced me to my true love—Baxter. What a good boy.

What, did you think I’d been talking about Julie?

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Why they changed it, I can’t say

by: B. Patrick Lonberg

Originally submitted to Taco Bell Quarterly vol. 3.

[it was rejected, and let’s be honest, where else was I going to submit this? I hope you enjoy reading it here!]

[xxcrowfeatherxx]

Guys I need to tell you something

I read some fanfics lately with long hair people in it and lemme tell you : they got it wrong XD

I don't mean it in a mean way of course and everyone is different. Maybe they have long hair themselves and their hair is just better then mine. But I wanted to share some thing about my long hair with you. Maybe it helps someone.

First of all : I'm 174cm tall and my hair reaches beyond my ass so it's really long. It's also quite thick and I bleached and colored it multiple times, but keeping it somewhat alive with good products. So listen up now :

Brushing this monster straight out of hell is a task I recommend to do as many times as possible. Or else you get tangles in it. And I mean TANGLES AND KNOTS. Painful ones. The ones who make you look at a scissor for five minutes contemplating with yourself. I went on a short trip once and forgot my brush which is specifically for long hair. Bought a new normal brush and cried constantly for the whole weekend because PAIN. Those Long Hair Brushes have a bigger pad and most often are lined with horse (or some kind of other hard animal hair) to keep the hair from being electrified. It also hurts a lot less to brush your hair with it.

Hair being electrical is a fcking pain. You wearing a dress or some kind of other elastic/plastic related fabric? Your hair will stick to it like a child to candy. Letting your hair flow in the wind won't flow for long because it's gonna stick to your clothes. And it's not just the normal hair which does that. The loose hair which would normally fall to the ground unnoticed will now stick to your back. And let me tell you : It's not funny in public areas.

Getting dressed with long hair is a challenge if you need to close the item at the back. You're in a hurry to get somewhere and wanted to have open flowing hair? Be prepared to get the strands in the zipper 9/10 times. Pullover and sweaters electrify your hair being put on or pulled off. Remember that in sexy times.

Sleeping. With open hair. You will regret it in the morning because tangles. But maybe you had some sexy times or were just too tired to braid it the evening before, rest assured that your hair will remind you of that little failure. I had multiple occasions in the morning when I wanted to stand up and my head snapped back because half of my hair was under my body and I put my whole weight on it. It can also get tangled in all kind of things in the bed and I woke up drooling on it more than once.

Someone sleeps besides you while you have your hair open. So many people think that's sexy for your partner. It's not. They are the big spoon? Constant hair in their mouth and face. Or they lie on it and you wake up because your head is in an unnatural angle backwards.

Washing is a pain in itself and expensive too. First of all you need special products for long hair. I thought for a long time that the labels on the bottles like 'For colorised and damaged hair' etc is just there to make more money. But it actually isn't. I asked my hairdresser and they said that those labels are for real and you should buy those according to your type of hair. SOO buying long hair products. Shampoo, conditioner, hair mask and After Care Mask No Washing Out. And that's the minimum of products of what my hairdresser recommended. I'm an university student so I can't really afford the expensive Label Products, nor the oils my hairdresser uses. I recommend using coconut butter. It's cheap and if you use it once every month its totally enough. Back to washing : it takes a while. Like, A WHILE. Because smearing all these products in and rinsing them takes time and a lot of water. And the fun part comes after - > cleaning the drain. Getting all these juicy slick hairs out of it is a task I could gladly pass to someone else.

Brushing wet hair is so much fun. NOT. It hurts and when you think you're finished you see another tangled spot. The hair turns into gummy while being wet and I don't know why 'till this day. I don't blow it dry if I have the time. Let it air dry if you can and brush it then. Less hurting when the hair is somewhat dry. Also don't rub it dry with a towel. You get a Lions mane and again : tangles.

Sleeping with wet hair sounds nice, especially during hot summer nights. But I wake up most of the time with a headache if I go to bed with wet hair. I don't know why but I met many people who have the same issue. I think it's about the head cooling off too much but I'm no professional in that regard.

Braiding long hair is awesome. You can make all different kind of styles and so many interesting ideas can be done. If someone else does it that is. You doing that yourself looks nice in the Youtube Videos doesn't it? Lemme tell you something about that. It takes time and practise. A LOT. And your arms start to hurt especially if the style is mainly on the back of your head. It's easier to let someone else do it if you can. I've done my fair share of these styles just to be sad at the end because it was loose, falling apart or looked kinda wrong. Other people can help in that regard. Ask them nicely. I met a lot of people and friends who love to play and braid other people's hair.

And because I'm already there : other people LOVE long hair. Many of them at least. I met a lot of people who grab your hair or stroke it without asking you beforehand. I had a teacher in my last school year who grabed and played with my hair every time she saw me. She was a really nice granny so I didn't mind it. But strangers do that too sometimes and it can get annoying.

Sitting in a Café or somewhere similar is nice, as long as the don't have furniture with nails or metal clamps. Long hair loves to get trapped in those and when you want to get up it's a painful surprise.

Windy locations are a hassle. Your hair will whip around like crazy, smacking not only into your face but your partners /friends as well. Braiding helps or some sort of hat if you don't want to brush the hair for hours afterwards. Windy locations can be in cities because of the tall buildings and beaches. There are a lot of these locations you wouldn't think of before.

Salt or chlorine water is my personal enemy. They make the hair dry and its close to impossible to brush it afterwards without you washing if beforehand. Try to wash long hair as soon as you come out of the water and don't plan to go in again.

Hats. They're nice, look nice and keep your head warm. They're also most often not made for long and heavy hair. They either can't hold the weight or they fall off because they don't get a grip.

Last but not least : hairbands. Don't use the ones with metal, they destroy the hair because of the sharp edges. And those cool looking rings of gummy plastic? They get tangles in long hair like crazy, trust me I tried it. The best hairbands are made out of cloth like material and don't bend too much.

I hope I could help you a bit with this. It's different for many people of course. Hair is hugely different regarding your Gens, your living place, how much stress you have and what you did with your hair. Do you color it often or not at all? Do you straighten it with heat or do you completely leave those things alone? There are many factors, but I met some long haired people along the way who started laughing in agreement to many of the things above. I am growing my hair since I am a kid. First because my Mom wanted me to have long hair and later because I started to love it. Maybe I would be happier with short hair who knows. But when I walk outside and complete strangers greet me and are awwing because they like my hair, it puts a small smile on my face.

Hopefully this little something can help you in some way :D

[reddogf13]

Summer nights ch 1

Pennywise x Beverly

summery:   Beverly has the bad luck of being caught by a clown during mating season. while the clown has the bad luck of being stuck with her. will the both of them survive each other these next few months? (warning that this is basically smut and %2 plot. 10 years after the movie.)

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language, gore, and  sex scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

previous chap: None

next chap: Summer nights ch 2

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~ch:1 Tied the knot~

It was a dark summer night out in the middle of the woods. Where Beverly kissed her current boyfriend in their shared tent. When they first dated he was exciting and fun, but now he was becoming a stick in the mud. Accepting Beverly's idea to go camping, except he forgot to mention he hated camping. Hated the filthy dirt to continue his complaining about animals roaming around the forest. It became quickly apparent the true reason he followed her out into the middle of nowhere was for more alone time in the bedroom.

This was an unfortunate common quality between all her boyfriends in her life. She tried so hard to find someone happy to spend time with her. At this point, after 10 years of dating, she was willing to settle on a boyfriend who had at least a job. Debating on if Jason was the one to settle with or send him packing after their camping trip. Hoping he'll prove to be the one these next few days leading up to this moment of Beverly sparking up a bit of romance for the night. drinking a campfire lightened bottle of wine straight from the cooler. Taking a walk down by the river to stop in a field to watch the colorful lowering sunset. Ending the day with a chase back to the tent.

“hold on, I have to get something from my bag.” winking at Beverly as he went out of the tent. The romantic mood faltering a bit as she was left alone and naked for Jason to hunt down a condom in whatever forest brush he dumped his backpack in. laying back into their sleeping bag with a sigh as she grabbed her phone to pass the time. Already losing motivation to keep the excitement going. Jason cursing to himself as he shifted through everything. Taking a bit too long to find his abandoned bag he barely cared for.

The two unaware of a dangerous creature lurking between the black trees. Jason didn't see the glowing pair of yellow eyes stalking up behind him. A monster Beverly had dealt with before and will once again have to face. Jason given no chance to scream by the time he did see the beast. Tackled to the floor by a towering 7ft clown bearing rows of jagged teeth dripping drool. Burning eyes glaring down into Jason's terrified soul while holding him down as easy as a piece of Styrofoam.

“leave.” the large creature unnaturally growled. Jason gave a frightful nod before being allowed to bolt for his life. Without taking the time to warn Beverly at the chance of risking his own skin. Unknowingly lucky enough to have survived the creature merely because it was in a rush.

Pennywise had not been stalking the night for long. A different hunger leading him to rise early from his 27 year slumber deep below. Letting the small male flee in a car for what he truly came for. A female to claim for himself, in his heated hunger, leading him up to a tent by her scent. Hardly paying attention to the fact that the scent was extremely familiar to him. His body wanted to breed a female now, no matter who they were.

Opening the tent threw gasoline onto his fire at the sight of inside. a female laid out for him ready to be taken with only a simple blanket covering her. Beverly boredly looking up at her phone as she relaxed back didn't notice it wasn't Jason reentering. Legs curled up together covered by the blanket blocking her view even more of the tent entrance. Getting the shock of her life at feeling a long tongue dig right in to eat her. Licking every part of her as if it were his last meal ever as he held her thighs wide open.

“shit, Jason!” Beverly gasping for some air between the deepening licks. Body shaking against the tent flooring as she gripped tightly onto the blankets around her. Coming up with the energy to sit up in watching what he was doing. Realizing immediately who it actually was buried between her legs. Seeing that silver suit first shining under what little campfire light was left. Her first reaction was to get up by pulling away. Met by Pennywise's own reaction of devouring her deeper while letting out a deep vibrating growl of warning.

The fight in her completely draining off that resonating growl. Not because she was afraid, but that she was under the best ride of her life. That growl sending some part of her over the edge right then and there. Screaming out a moan turning into a whimper as he lapped up her sweetness without hesitation. convincing her to lay back while he kept going on his exciting work. If she were to be eaten alive right now, like this, it was certainly the way to go.

“no pain, relax. no pain, relax.” her mind repeated the entire time she moaned through him eating her out. Feeling him twist his head between her legs to reach even further places in her to lick. The longer he went the more Beverly questioned how long he would keep it up. Was this a more torturous way of eating her alive? It sure felt like it when she began wanting something more to fill her. His tongue not enough after a burning of her own grew at her core. An ache she's never felt until now that needed to be satisfied soon.

Pennywise had been waiting for this stimulated change in her. A signal that she was ready to take him without a fuss to how he was. A deep breath of her scent having him suddenly stop the licking to climb over her. Laying down over her that stopped her frustrated squirming for him to hurry up. Drooling through growls as he wedged himself between her legs. A long black tendril oozing a slick slime slipping out of his pants to thrust deep into her. Panting heatedly while he listened to her moaning into his ruffled collar. promoting him to thrust long and deep at each little sound she made.

Beverly lost completely in the moment he rutted into her heat. A refreshing coolness brought to the burning fire he had built up in her this entire time. Grasping at his back for hand fulls of fabric to hang onto during the ride. Feeling along the muscles, tightly constricted under the suit, shifting with each movement. Breathlessly screaming into his collar over each passing climax he delivered. Legs tightly clasping over his hips to prevent him from pulling back too far as if he would run away at any moment before they finished the next build up.

The last thing he wanted was for them to separate after their playtime was over. Thrusting deeper the closer he came to his edge to get as far as he could before he did. Beverly feeling as if she had died and gone to heaven already hardly notice what he was doing. His growling turning to aggressive roars claiming what was his. Scaring off any potential challengers who dare think that they can take him on. Roaring out at successfully breeding Beverly to the fullest in a burst of warm seed filling her belly. His slick member coiling up in a tight knot to finalize their pairing for the breeding season. They couldn't separate now even if one of them wanted to.

Relaxing down over her to cool himself from the rutting heat he satisfied. While Beverly after undergoing multiple climaxes fell right asleep from exhaustion. Head still clouded his body demanded the next step to be taken involving his newly claimed female. Important to complete this task before his knot relaxed and they were able to separate. Take her somewhere safe that was not so out in the open where challengers could harm them. Scooping her up into his arms he carried her back deep under the earth to his tower of toys. Into the closed circus wagon decked out to be more like a cozy bedroom over its old open stage look.

A massive bed taking up half the wagon that was still too small for him. Half his lower legs going past the edge unless he curled up a bit. The bedding covered in thick quilted blankets of shiny peacock like colors. Blues, greens, turquoise, on a black base to make up a pattern of circular bright stars on the night sky. A massive collection of pillows fitting the same theme surrounding the beds edges connected to the wagon walls.

Each wall covered in multiple shelves of circus themed trinkets or random items. A light attached to the ceiling looking like a crystal ball surrounded by hanging colored crystals of various sizes. Ranging from thick to thin clear pieces the light passed through to shine patches of color across the room. The crystal ball light currently calming blue to match the darkened time outside. Changing as the time passed into day to a bright light yellow glow.

He shifted aside the layers of blankets to curl up in bed with Beverly. Pulling the blanket back to especially keep her comfortably warm. Nesting down for the remaining night into the morning when his rutting need was no longer clouding his thoughts. Displeased to what he realized had happened in the night.

“of all the females for my body to pick it had to be her.” suffering the consequence of his in rut black out. The mating season would happen for him once every few centuries sending him into rut. A burning desire to mate that he could fight off for a while until his body refused to follow his command any more. Blacking out to hunt for the first fertile female he happened upon to breed all season long for the next few months. Taking them to his den after the first mating that knotted them together. The first mating incredibly important to keep everything else going smoothly. Transferring a bit of this burning need onto the female that would keep them wanting more. Natures way of a gold certified guaranteed breeding that would produce young by the end of it all. Females looking past the obvious non human details to not fear him. Neither willing to stay away for long and or any chances of refusal when asked to bed.

He hated when this happened and tried many times to get around it. Attempts to sleep through it were ruined by the burning ache forcing him to wake early. Killing the females after the first mating sent him into another black out for a new female in the following days. In his current situation he debated on what would be better to deal with. Kill Beverly to take another female or speed through the mating season by keeping her. His mating season had the added issue of only starting after a female was claimed. Restarting when one was lost that dragged the whole event on at times. It was an invisible shackle of nature he was forcibly locked to.

A grin slowly growing across his face as he thought how vulnerable she was. “I guess being stuck with her wouldn't be too bad.” The other end of this shackle stuck to her and will be for another few months.

This female under his complete domination the entire time. In the past involving others he was a bit more merciful by allowing them to “escape” his grasp. mostly because he hated them and wanted to be alone for 90% of the time. Dragging them back to satisfy his growing need through the season. That would change for Beverly's case to be far more restrictive. She would have no chance to see the light of day at any time. Caught outside his wagon would need her to be punished for running from her male. Being bred at any point in time he had an urge even when shed be exhausted after an earlier round. Excited to be far rougher with her then the other females he held back with.

Claws shredding through his gloves to drag along her exposed back. Enjoying the red marks he left behind to dig deeper each time. His claws drawing a speckle of blood causing her to flinch awake from her deep sleep. Letting out a small whimper that unintentionally aroused the male at her back. Any pain swept away by him twitching inside of her. Her moan setting him off to top her in a swift motion that stole her breath away. Laying stomach down into the bed as his clawed hands pressed her shoulders further into the soft bedding.

The clown looming over her disappointed by her calm reaction. She didn't struggle, panic or give off any fear for her life. It agitated him she was so submissive that he tried forcing a reaction through hostility. Biting into the back of her neck drawing rings of blood to mix into his drool. Claws digging into her shoulder blades for further blood letting. Drawing his jaws back to enjoy the flavorful taste of her seeping blood. Tongue twisting entirely around her neck to gather all of it into his mouth. When that was clear he moved down to lap up the moving blood droplets from her shoulders.

Even after the threatening bite he caused, she didn't panic. After so long dealing with disasters she had lost the ability to. Submitting in waiting for him to finish her off and enjoying the ride in the time he hadn't ended her. Feeling bold enough to tempt him by pressing back against his hold on her shoulders. Rising a growl out of him as he asserted his dominance in shoving her back down. It would have been wise not to push his aggression, but she was willing to keep going. Gripping the fabric under her as his member twisted excitedly in her at each point she moved.

She arched her back into his biting mouth throwing him off further. “trying to break my grip by all this squirming?” biting into the spots he hadn't reached on her smooth skin. Huffing out a deep breath of hot air when her hips rose against his. Pressing her back down, using his own hips, having him shiver as he pushed inside her as a result. His long member twisting around freely since his knot became undone. Distracting him under the pleasure of rubbing himself along her walls. Noticing a second later she had squirmed out of his grasp to press herself further back into his hips that drove him wild. Reflexively wrapping his arms around her hips to start pounding in. pinning her back down beneath him for easier full thrusts into the bed.

Swallowing mouthfuls of drool down during his loss of control. His goal of sparking fear now turning over to have her make as much noise as possible. Thrusting harder when she tried quieting her noises into the bedding. Raising himself up for a better downward angle that caused Beverly to grab onto his arms for support. Mumbling something out that was different from the rest of her noises.

“what?!” he snarled down to let her speak, although not happy about it.

speaking more clearly. “suit off.” giving a tug on his sleeve. All the extra fabric feeling more in the way of everything. Trapping an uncomfortable amount of heat as some parts rubbed the skin too roughly. Feeling that he wasn't able to get his full length past his pants either.

He let out another snarl in a rejecting manner to her request. She wasn't allowed to make demands of him in his home. He called all the shots here and he would remove the clothing when he wanted. Judgment on refusing her turned over at the thought of how truly he was restricted in the suit he was. Able to do so much more that she may soon regret asking him to go clothing free. He growled out a huff when he brought himself back down to her level. Speaking close to one of her ears to demand something if she wanted her request filled.

“beg me to.” he purred. Enjoying the thought of her submitting even more to him. Chuckling at the groan she let out over his order. Taking time to muster up the words was chipping his patients away. “come on, beg.” slowing his deep thrusts to a shallow teasing grinding to torture the words out of her. Holding her hips back from getting any closer to gain satisfaction. A whimper let out by her as she tried speaking the first time. His waiting turning into a standoff between them while he too wanted satisfaction. Wanting so badly to slam back into her until the bed snapped underneath him.

Snapping at her impatiently “speak!”

“take it off!” was not the wording he was looking for from her. He wanted begging, not another demand. Begrudgingly pulling himself further away from her to further the teasing.

“beg! Beg what you want!” pressing the matter.

“p-please.” whimpering out under the painfully light teasing. Gasping when he slammed himself back in after those words.

“what was that? Have to speak up.”

“please, strip it! Please!”

“good girl.” purring in praise. His full silver suit disintegrating off to shreds that dissipated as they fell through the air. Unleashing his full potential to breed her in more ways than any human can. Chest stretching open to the sounds of painful crackling. The sounds of possible bones breaking drawing Beverly's attention back. Caught off guard to his chest spreading open for more tendrils to creep outward. Wrapping tightly around her to pull her into his open rib cage. The rib bones twisting into centipede like legs trapping her against him. Laying them both back to get a clear view of him thrusting into her. Legs kept spread by his now ungloved hands grasping her thighs.

“happy you asked?” teasing her through a bite to the shoulder. Feeling mixed as she nodded while watching the new view. This whole long round started by him wanting her to be terrified, but here she was instead begging him for more. Thinking how strange she was to then move his focus on more important things. Throwing them both over the edge in a roaring climax. Collapse back into the bed for a much needed long sleep.

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 4

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none at this time Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I proof read some of it and I made myself cry towards the end. XD

Tagging: @och-ako @kfictionstories @trcvias @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial @breadcaaat

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“Okay, ladies. Where to first?”

“Can we save the manicures and pedicures for last?”

You stood there unknowingly fidgeting with Jungkook’s credit card still in your hands. It was still crazy to think that you were really holding someone else’s bank account in your hands so easily. Trying to genuinely listen and even take part in the conversation, you spoke up and said casually,

“Actually that would make sense. This way while we’re searching for and trying on clothing, we won’t mess the polish up.”

You noticed Black Widow looked so relieved that she could probably pass out. When noticing your stare, the female smiled sheepishly in apology and explained just as much,

“Sorry. It’s just......I have social anxiety. So this is kind of hard for me.”

“Actually we both have the same diagnosis. Big crowds are hard for us. But we’ve been looking forward to this day and getting to meet you and getting to know you. So here we are.”

You were extremely touched by their words. Here you were moping and feeling sorry for yourself when these two sweet girls were out here facing something as strong and intimidating as anxiety and it was all for you? Were you worth that much? Personally you didn’t think so but you were touched and thankful all the same. Putting on a small smile of gratitude, you spoke up timidly,

“Well I appreciate you girls coming out today. I just hope I don’t end up being a party pooper.”

“Nonsense. Widow and I are happy to be here. Besides, we need some new clothes and I’m looking for a pair of nice sandals since the weather is finally getting nice. The blossoms are so beautiful!”

And so the three of you started your journey. First stop was one of the department stores that sold some pretty cute clothing. Especially since everyone was coming out with their Summer line since Spring was already here. Of course the first section you hit up was the clearance rack. Mostly it was stuff from Winter season but you didn’t care. One man’s trash was another man’s treasure.

“What about this one, Widow?”

You glanced up to see Mama Bird holding up a dress from the dwindling Spring Collection while Black Widow was holding up her phone so she could take a picture and send it to her boyfriend. Speaking of......

“Ouch! It bit me! Do you see that?! It bit me!”

“Oh will you calm down. He’s just barely old enough to be away from his mother’s milk. Like he could cause that much damage. You’re not even bleeding.”

Taehyung pouted as he held the squirming.....surprise.....in his arms. Him and Jimin were currently at the checkout line with items needed for this particular surprise. Just one piece of something much grander that would be waiting for you once the sun went down. If only you knew what was in store for you. The boys were more than excited for this. It had been a long long time since the pack was on such an important mission. Speaking of........

“What if red isn’t her color? Besides, isn’t it true that red ones are more likely to be pulled over?”

“Good point......So maybe stick with the classic black? Black is sexy, right?”

Namjoon glanced over at the employee who had been following him and Jin around for at least a good two hours. The poor guy deserved a raise after all of this but the boys just wanted to make sure they made the absolutely best choice for you. Money wasn’t an issue, it was just making sure they picked out something you’d like and could get behind.

“It’d be easier to buy her a ring. Can’t we just buy her jewelry? That’ll make her just as happy, right?”

“Do you want Jungkook to cut off your balls?”

Namjoon quickly turned to the male employee and raised a hand while saying casually, “My apologies for the choice of words.”

“No worries, man. As long as I make a sale today.”

Speaking of.......

“Oh my god! It’s gorgeous! Look at her, Widow! And it’s on sale!”

It took at least two department stores for the girls to convince you to steer away from the clearance racks that had practically nothing on them. In all honesty, they were right. There was nothing but extremely picked over winter clothing and who was going to wear that at this time of year? Not you. That’s for sure.

So there you stood outside the dressing room in a cute outfit handpicked by Mama Bird herself. Your cheeks turned warm in a blush as Black Widow took a picture. Seems she was taking her boyfriend’s conditions very seriously. It was kind of cute, really. It was more than obvious that she valued Taehyung’s opinion.

“Tae says it looks great!”

“Good. We were gonna buy it even if he didn’t like it. We’re just making him think he’s in charge of our wardrobes.”

Mama Bird’s words made all three girls laugh. Even you. It was true, getting out and shopping was definitely distracting you. There were a couple times you actually forgot about all your troubles. It was then you heard a heavy sigh that actually wasn’t your own.

“Tae wants me to look at lingerie. Shall we go there next and get it out of the way?”

“Might as well. I actually need some too. Jiminnie tore up my last set. I made him sleep on the couch that night.”

“Ouch. So did you.....”

“I left him hard as a rock.”

Both you and Widow made an “oooohhhh” sound along with matching winces. Honestly, from what you had learned so far about the sweet Mama Bird, that kind of behavior surprised you. That was when she explained that she had told Jimin time and time again to stop destroying her lingerie sets but he would never seem to listen. You supposed tearing clothing off his girl must have been a kink of Jimin’s. Part of you wanted to ask if the male had yet to learn his lesson.

“Pick something out for yourself too, girly. Something that will make Kook drool all over you.”

Needless to say, you literally choked on your own inhale and your own saliva at the same time. Clearing your throat after feeling Widow gently pat your back, you looked over at Mama Bird like she had grown two heads.

“W-What?”

“Oh come on. Haven’t you seen the way Jungkook looks at you?”

“I---N-No?”

You were honestly left speechless. What did they mean by that? What kind of looks was your coworker giving you? Sure Jungkook was being extremely nice right now but that was just.....well.....normal right? You looked between the girls and couldn’t tell if they were teasing you or what but it made you a bit uneasy.

“Well we think he has the hots for you. And besides. He’s a handsome guy who’s single and you’re a beautiful woman who’s single. Nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun, right?”

“Oh my gosh----guys----he’s my coworker. I don’t----We aren’t-----”

“Aigoo you’re so cute! Widow isn’t she adorable!?”

After helping you cool down from your blush, the two girls left you alone for a few minutes so that they could look for some lingerie of their own. You were pretty sure you had heard Mama Bird mumbling something about her next set being made of barbwire so that Jimin couldn’t destroy it. But you were pretty sure that would be a lose-lose situation for both of them. More like an ouch-ouch situation.

Being left to your own devices, you couldn’t stop thinking about what the girls had said. Did.....Could......Was it really possible that Jungkook thought of you in ways other than just a coworker? Was that why he was so eager to have you move in with him? You didn’t know what to think or how to feel. It was probably just the girls trying to play matchmaker. Yeah. That’s what you’d chalk it up to. Staring down at your phone, you decided to send the male a quick text.

You: Having fun doing guy stuff?

It was almost like he was waiting for you to text him as his reply came faster than you were expecting.

Jungkook: Yep! Having fun doing girl stuff?

You: It’s helping.

What were you supposed to say? Then again, you supposed you asked for that. Staring down at your phone screen at your own pitiful reply, you could see where the male was already typing something in response.

Jungkook: It’s going to get better. I promise. Soon.

“So who you texting? I’m sure it’s not Jungkook.”

“Yah. Leave me alone, Mama Bird!”

The two girls softly giggled at you as you blushed about three different shades of red and playfully swatted at them. Good gravy what were you? A teenager? With a huff, you stuffed your phone back in your purse and focused on finding a set of lingerie. Just one set couldn’t hurt.....right? Speaking of......

“How many should we get? One or two?”

Yoongi stood there looking bored out of his mind while watching Hoseok going over the display of decorative pillows with a fine tooth comb. To be honest, the shorter male didn’t see the point in them. They weren’t useful. Just for decoration. But his pack brother insisted you needed some nice touches to your new home.

“I say one.”

“I’m getting two, just to be safe.”

The platinum blonde saw that response coming from a mile away. Hoseok was so predictable in that way. Rolling his eyes when the younger wasn’t looking, the two pillows then got stuffed in the second cart. Yes. Hoseok had gotten just a little too carried away and the next thing they knew, one cart turned into two shopping carts. Speaking of........

“Ugh. Why don’t shopping malls have shopping carts available??? My hands are killing me. These bags are so heavy.”

“Girl. This ain’t a grocery store. We’ve not even started shoe shopping yet. You’ve got a long way to go.”

“Can’t we at least put these in the cars, first?”

“Good idea. Actually that’s a brilliant idea. I’m starting to see why Taehyung calls you Miss Korea. You’ve got the beauty and the brains.”

And that was when the three of you walked out to the parking lot to hunt down both Mama Bird’s and Black Widow’s cars. You felt a tinge of jealousy once more upon remembering that you in fact had no car. Again.....who would want to steal your car? Was it a target on your back or were you just the lucky winner of a random robbery? It continued to puzzle you as you carefully put your stuff in Black Widow’s trunk.

“On to shoe shopping! Ladieeesss....Forward, march!”

You were starting to genuinely feel better as each girl hooked one of their arms around yours so that you were sandwiched between them. Was this what it was like to have friends? Real friends? A small, real smile found it’s way onto your face as you thought about it. Maybe Jungkook was right. Maybe things would get better sooner than you thought. Speaking of........

The youngest male of the Bangtan pack paced around nervously as he listened to everything happening in his apartment. It smelled like paint fumes to high heaven but he could care less. They had gotten a lot done in such a short amount of time but there was much more to be done. He couldn’t thank his pack brothers enough. Hell, even some of the Lucky Seven pack members were here. And that was when he felt hands on his shoulders gently turning him around.

Yugyeom. He was the same age as Jungkook and therefore the two got along extremely well. Smiling in warm amusement, the male spoke in a teasing tone,

“Relax, Jungkookie. You’re going to wear out your floors before she even gets to enjoy them.”

“Oh my god! He peed on me! This is Gucci you just peed on!”

The two boys stared down the hallway and knew exactly what had happened. They both snickered and laughed before things grew slightly tense once more. Jungkook looked back over to his friend and saw that look on his face.

“What?”

“Are you going to ask her out or what?”

“Ah----I can’t do that right now. She just lost everything precious to her. She’s got to be overwhelmed right now. And besides, she might not even want to think about dating someone right now.”

“Good point. Well when you decide to make a move, let me know ahead of time. I know a really great restaurant you could take her to. She’d love it.”

“I don’t know. She’s not really into fancy things, from what I’ve gathered in just this morning. You should have seen the look on her face when I handed her my credit card. I’ve been monitoring the purchases and she’s got to be shopping nothing but clearance.”

“You’re lucky, then. My girl wants nothing but the newest and greatest. She’s lucky we make such good money together.”

Jungkook stared down at his phone. Anyone who was on the outside looking in could tell the poor boy was like a lovesick puppy wasting away in front of his phone waiting for his girl to either text him or give him a call.

“Jungkook. Come in and see what you think. We need opinions.”

Speaking of......

“Okay so I need opinions? What do you girls think? And no we’re not asking for Tae’s. What he don’t know won’t hurt him.”

You stared at the two girls as you showed them the pair of heels you were sporting. As much fun as you were having shopping for fun, you also needed to shop for work. Since all of your clothing including work clothes were now gone, you had nothing to wear for work Monday. Shoes included.

“I think they’re gorgeous. But are they comfortable? Heels kill my feet. Just saying.”

“Widow’s got a point. And! Walking up and down the shoe aisle is not the same as walking in them for seven hours. Gotta remember that too.”

You pouted as you realized they were both right and had excellent points. Man. Starting over was rough. All the heels you owned before had all been broken in and were pretty comfy. But now you had absolutely no shoes broken in and that was a beep to go through.

“Just go for some nice dressy sandals till you can break in some heels while walking around the apartment.”

“That’s a good idea, actually.”

“I got your back, girlfriend.”

“So after this, we’ve done dress shopping, lingerie shopping, shoe shopping......what else?”

You picked off the items with your fingertips while staring between the two girls. As you stood there in pause and mid counting, you could see Mama Bird giving Black Widow a particular look that caused the later to whine. At first you couldn’t understand what the problem was. But then it hit you. They were supposed to get manicures and pedicures sometime today.

“I can take a really long time finding some dressy sandals?”

“Yes. Please do. Take all the time in the world.”

Speaking of........

“Come on, hurry up. We don’t got all the time in the world here.”

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t Jungkook who was being pushy. It was Taehyung. Some would say he was just grumpy that the ��surprise’ had peeded on his Gucci brand sandals. Or maybe it was just Jimin saying that. Maybe. Possibly.

Furniture had been bought but now it needed to be put together. While Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jaebum worked on putting things like dressers and such together, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Yugyeom were working on making your bed look presentable. Jin and Jimin were working on the walls while Taehyung got to be babysitter and potty trainer of the ‘surprise’.

“Why can’t I help Jin hyung?”

“Because you suck with a paint brush. That’s why.”

Speaking of........

The three girls stood outside the nail salon. The only nail salon that didn’t have a waiting list a mile long. You glanced over to notice Black Widow tugging at her fingers nervously and gently reached out with a hand of your own to gently cover the fidgeting digits.

“Hey. It’s okay. We don’t have to do this.”

“But I don’t want to disappoint Taehyung.”

“You wouldn’t be doing this for Taehyung. You’d be doing this for yourself.”

Your words seemed to resonate with the black haired female for she glanced over at you with slightly wide eyes. Offering her a warm smile, you glanced over at their other gal pal and nodded before saying,

“We’ll support you no matter what. If you want to go in, we’ll be right there with you. And if you don’t want to go, we’ll find something else to do that’s just as fun.”

There was a long pause before......

“Will you tell them what I want?”

“As long as you pick out your colors.”

“Deal.”

Speaking of........

“Okay. I’ll take him if you help them with the mirror.”

“Deal. Here. He’s all yours.”

Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes as the second youngest of the Bangtan pack handed over the now very loud surprise. The male was pretty sure the poor thing needed fed again. Heading to the kitchen, he popped open the fridge door and dug out the jug of milk. Filling the eye dropper, he spook soothingly to the poor thing,

“There there. I’ll take care of you, little guy.”

As the youngest carefully fed milk through the eye dropper, he couldn’t help but turn into a nervous chatterbox once more; the little surprise probably being the only willing listener at this point.

“I hope your mama is happy to see you when she comes home. She’s been through a lot these last 24 hours. She lost everything, you know? Her home, her things, her car. Everything. But we’re going to make mama smile again, okay? You’ll help me, right little guy?”

‘You’ll make an amazing father to your pups, little one. The Moon Goddess would be pleased.’

Watching the little surprise practically inhale the milk from the dropper and listening to his inner wolf, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a wide eye smile forming on his face. Perhaps he wouldn’t make such a bad dad?

Speaking of.......

“I’m telling you, Taehyung is going to want a soccer team. So you better prepare your pussy.”

“Oh my god did you just say that out loud???”

“I believe she did.”

Okay so maybe you were a little tipsy. The plan was to get you loosened up so you could forget about the major loss you had experienced several hours ago. But one drink turned into two and then three and yeah. The three of you were at a pretty decent restaurant that didn’t require reservations. Widow’s pick. As you ate dinner, the topic of the boys came up and how they’d all make great dads someday.

“I bet Miss Korea over here wouldn’t mind being Jungkookie’s baby mama.”

You nearly spat your cocktail back into the glass when you heard those words leave Mama Bird’s mouth. Blushing from more than just being tipsy, you took the cloth napkin and wiped your face a bit. Pouting cutely, you shook your head and said defiantly,

“No way. He probably has cooties or something. Besides, isn’t it true that he’s slept with every girl in the company building?”

The two girls paused like statues. Mama Bird was in the middle of taking a bite and Black Widow was about to take a sip of her own cocktail. Setting utensils and cups down, they looked at each other in extreme confusion before both looking at you for some kind of explanation.

“We’re sorry, what?”

“Well yeah......That’s the story, right? He just sleeps around, right? I mean I’m not judging but-----”

“Girl. I don’t know who you heard that from. But that’s not Jungkook. That’s Jackson. Jackson Wang.”

Jackson.........

AN HOUR LATER.....

“Thanks for everything, girls. I had a lot of fun today.”

“Not a problem. Widow and I were happy to spend time with you and get to know you.”

The three of you stood outside what apparently was Jungkook’s apartment door. You don’t remember it because you had passed out drunk the night before. Thankfully the girls knew his apartment number and how to get in with the tenant code. All of the shopping bags had been left out in the car with Black Widow claiming the guys could help pack it all up. What you didn’t understand was......what made Widow think all the guys were at Jungkook’s place?

With a couple knocks provided by Mama Bird, she announced they were back with all three credit cards in one piece before the door barely cracked open and out popped........Namjoon?

“Oh! Yes. Come on in. Join the party.”

Party?? What???

With a gentle nudge from the girls behind you and Namjoon opening the door all the way, you stumbled a bit not only from the alcohol in your system, but from confusion and being caught off guard.

“Surprise!”

The chorus confused you even more as streamers flew everywhere and noises were made. Blinking and looking around in confusion, you could now see where Jungkook’s entire living room had been decorated as if to......

Welcome someone home......

Tears immediately sprang up around your eyes as you took in the ‘WELCOME HOME’ banner and some of the boys wearing those cheesy party hats. You even noticed some envelopes and small gift bags were all huddled up together on the coffee table. All of this was.....for you?

“Guys......I........I don’t know what to say.”

“Oh it’s not over yet. We’ve got------”

But Hoseok was interrupted by a sound that was high in pitch and had your heart and stomach both doing flip flops. Looking all around, you watched something extremely small waddling and even stumbling out of the hallway. You first let your mouth hang open but then quickly covered both your mouth and nose with both hands as you watched......

“His name is Swiper. Because he tries to swipe the other cat’s treats and he’s orange like Swiper the Fox. You know----From Dora the Explorer. We picked him up at the local cat cafe on the corner.”

“Not to mention he took several swipes at me. And peed on me. Little monster.”

By this point, the two girls had joined the party and Namjoon had closed and locked the door. Black Widow was playfully hitting her mate’s arm as he was being his usual dramatic self while Jimin and Mama Bird snickered at his pain.

You on the other hand, you had since then gently picked up the tiny kitten and was cradling him in your hands. He was so tiny. Perhaps he was the runt of his liter. You didn’t care. He was precious. And you couldn’t help but notice he was orange. More tears rolling down your face, you looked up and singled out the one person in the crowd who knew. You knew it had to have been him.

“Jungkookie.”

You hated how your voice cracked. In front of all these people. As you struggled to keep yourself together. The male who had been singled out quickly approached you and it was almost like he was trying to curtain you from the audience that had accumulated in the room.

“I hope you like him.”

“Pabo. I love him. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I know. And I know Swiper can’t replace Garfield. And he’s not going to. Now you have Garfield and Swiper.”

“Jungkook----”

“Shhh. I know. I know. It’s a lot. I didn’t want to overwhelm you but I just couldn’t help it. You lost everything and.....I just wanted to give it all back to you.”

You were now bawling as you carefully cradled the tiny orange kitten to your chest and Jungkook cradled you to his. He smiled sheepishly at everyone but they just gave smiles and nods of understanding. He knew this was probably way over the top and not what you were ready for but he just.....couldn’t help it. Gently pulling you away from his chest, he looked down at you and gently wiped your tears away with his sleeve before saying softly,

“There’s only two more surprises left.”

“Good gravy. Only two?”

“I know. But I think you’ll like them both.”

“It’s pretty hard to top this surprise, Kookie.”

He chuckled; glad that you truly loved Swiper. Admittedly, he wasn’t one for cats but that was just in his canine nature. However, if this little kitten made you this happy, then he could be happy with felines too. Hell, cats loved Jimin. So maybe this kitten will love Jungkook too.

“Come on, kid. Show her the room so we can head out of here. It’s past my bedtime.”

“Yeah, Yoongi hyung needs his beauty sleep.”

Rolling his eyes, the youngest smiled down at you before gently guiding you down the hall with Swiper still safely in your hands and napping peacefully against your chest; just like a human baby. Standing in front of a door you don’t remember seeing, you felt and watched Jungkook reach around you to open the door and you just about hit the floor in shock.

It was beautiful.

A room fit for a modern princess. Soft cream and pale pink colors all blending together perfectly. Canopy bed with shimmering transparent fabrics hanging everywhere. A beautiful vanity set with a huge mirror mounted to the wall. A desk made of beautiful wood painted white and a white leather executive chair to match. An elegant closet and dresser were both made of the same white wood. You had the perfect view of the city too with the help of the one outside glass wall that the apartment building possesses.

“I-----I-----”

“Go ahead. Walk in. This is yours now.”

With a gentle push from Jungkook, you managed to get your feet working as you carefully walked into the room. It was absolutely beautiful. Sure the paint fumes lingered a bit but that didn’t bother you in the least. You were speechless at best. How could you even begin to say anything that came close to a proper thank you? This really truly was overwhelming but.....Yeah. Your mind and heart were on overload.

“I think we broke her, Kook.”

“She can’t do that yet. We’ve got one last surprise for her.”

You perked up when you heard Jaebum of all people speak up about one last surprise. Honestly, you were kind of glad it was the last one because you weren’t sure your heart could take much more. Not that you were ungrateful. In fact, you were more than grateful and you couldn’t believe your heart hadn’t exploded with gratitude yet.

“Come on. We gotta go outside for this one. Oh. And you’ll need this. But don’t look inside yet.”

You were handed a small gift bag and ended up handing it to Jungkook because you weren’t about to let go of the precious baby kitten in your arms. No way. Everyone actually found it quite cute and amusing but you just pouted down at the little one as he looked up at you with his small head but huge round eyes; mewling softly up at you. You were definitely in love.

Once outside, you were gently forced to trade with Jungkook as you handed him Swiper and he handed you the gift bag. Reluctantly taking your eyes off the orange kitten, you stared down at the gift bag and noticed how everyone was waiting tensely. You couldn’t help but notice even the girls were tense with anticipation......they knew about all of this too???

“What......are these???”

“Don’t ask such a silly question. Hit the unlock button.”

With a mixture of a pout and glare both, you huffed at Yoongi’s response but did as you were told and hit the unlock button on the key fob. Some of the guys softly chuckled collectively when you jumped a bit as the vehicle next to you lit up. Confused, you tested the key set again and hit the unlock button only to see the vehicle’s lights yet again flash; indicating that it was unlocked. Walking around it in a full circle, you exclaimed louder than you meant to,

“You got me a Hyundai Palisade?!!?”

[ladyramora]

With friends like these...

Lolz walked up the path to her friend’s home with a basket full of food held carefully in both hands, rolling her eyes every two minutes or so that the young man in Garlean robes following her was being so Gods damn obvious. She was a Warrior of bloody Light and this bastard thought his trailing behind her and peaking out of things and being loud enough to wake the dead was the right amount of stealth to use here?

She was a bit insulted by that assumption, looks like she’d have to dish out some pain after she pulled some more information out of him like she did with many other Garlean guards.

She had a good idea why the man was following her, and decided that she’d find out for sure as she turned the next upcoming corner.

She slipped around the corner and through hedge into a small area between the hedges and the side of a house, waiting for a moment before hearing a male voice hiss out a swear.

That was her cue.

She popped out of the bushes behind the man and asked, “Excuse me, sir, are you lost?” she asked, feigning confusion.

He jumped and she bit back a smile as he quickly put on an innocent face and said, “Oh, you frightened me, I hadn’t seen you there!”

“Really?” She asked, tilting her head, “Because you’ve been following me around all morning, so I highly doubt that.” she said.

He seemed a bit taken aback, “I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean…"he tried.

"Save it.” She said, her tone still innocent and sweet as it was before, her basket now hanging off of her arm and her weapon out and pointed at his neck, “I have a pretty good idea why you’re here and I can tell you right now, the giant jackass you’re looking for probably left hours ago, so you’re shit out of luck.”

“J-jackass!?” He spat, his false innocence quickly shifting into anger before he snapped, “My Lord is the heir to Garla-”

Lolz placed a finger in front of his lips, silencing him as she said, “I know, I know, Zenos is an all powerful psychopathic prince of evil, I get it. I fought him before. He’s still not here…?” she moved the hand in front of his face to motion for him to introduce himself.

“Asahi!” The man declared, a crazy look in his eye as he continued on to say, “His right hand man and most devoted of his servants!”

Lolz rolled her eyes, “I’m sure you are. I’m Lolz and Zenos is still not here. And it’s a good thing he’s not, I don’t even really like him and I feel bad for him to have a creepy stalker like you around.”

“Stalker!?” he blurted.

“You’ve been stalking me all morning just to try to find him! You ever think that maybe he leaves because he prefers having some time to himself… or with some sane company?” she asked, “I mean, considering that he’s a fucking crazy man who enjoys long swords in innocent flesh and painting tragic scenes out of the blood of his enemies, I think that, if anything, a devoted follower would be happy that he’s calming down a little, for your own safety at least!”

“Lies!” he accused as he took out his sword and sliced at her free hand, leaving a deep cut in the palm that made her let out a pained hiss as he ranted that, “My Lord’s skills and bloodlust cannot be dulled by the likes of a whelp like you and your comrades!”

“Then why are you here if you apparently have nothing to worry about on that front? If there is no risk and he’s a big bloody boy who can wipe his own arse than why are you going this far to escort him back?!” she asked, exasperated, “He’s pretty good with directions and there are people he can ask if he does get lost, so why come out here? Why follow me?”

“You’ve been seen collecting and making large amounts of food for days now and rumor has it, you’re taking it to the home of the whore-”

Lolz didn’t let another word leave his mouth before sending him flying through a few fences and smacking into the side of a sturdy house, dazed before she grabbed him by the collar and whammed him back into the house with a swift wave of her weapon and a venomously sweet snarl, “My friend is not a whore. She’s a good person with a good heart and who likes having company over.”

She put more pressure on his neck by pressing the back of her hand into his throat, and with the sweetest smile she purred, “Insult her again and I will make sure that there is barely enough left for Zenos’ lackeys to identify you with. Although, if I were being honest, I don’t see him even so much as blinking at your death, let alone losing sleep. A clingy bastard like you is more of an annoyance than an asset to any leader, murderous monster or no.”

With that, she pushed his head so hard against the house that he went limp and she let him slump onto the ground. She paused for a moment before she stuck both of his hands in his pants before she continued on her way to her friend’s house snickering like a child as she reached the property and knocked on the door.

“Rammy! I brought you brunch!” she called.

The door opened to a massive wall of naked flesh and she jerked her head back, “For the love of the Gods, Zenos! Either put on some bloody clothes or calm your Zenis before you take my eyes out!”

“My what?” Zenos asked as he glanced down at the tiny midlander before him, “You constantly say that to me and I have yet to understand what you mean by ‘Zenis’? Is that a Midlander phrase?”

“It’s a nickname Ramora came up with for your penis, you know, the 'special sword’ you plunged into her repeatedly last night?” She said, using one hand for air quotes before holding up the basket to him, “I brought more food.”

He perked up and let her through, taking the basket with an eager expression as she began searching the house for her friend, finding her only wearing stockings and searching through the discarded clothing for something in her bedroom.

“Rammy.” She called, the elezen in the room stopping, her ears perked up as she turned around and greeted her pal with a smile that made her mismatched eyes twinkle, “Lolzy! You’re rather early today!”

“It’s two in the afternoon, if anything, I’m late.” She replied, before thumbing behind her, “I brought food, better head out there and get some before the holder of the Zenis decides to claim it as an offering to his giant dick!”

“It would be a well deserved offering!” Ramora joked, both girls snickering before she threw on a dress and walked to the doorway.

“Thank-” she stopped, mid-sentence and stared at her friend, her eyes quickly clouding with anger, “Lolzy, what happened to your hand?”

“Hm?” she asked, holding both palms up to get a look at them and remembering the cut that the creepy man had left in her hand, which was now crimson colored and was starting to throb with pain, “Oh, I met Zenos’ stalker lackey today on the way over.” she said, trying to dismiss it as nothing, “Think his name was Ass-something, I dunno know. I told him your boy toy down there wasn’t here, he said he was… Long story short, Ass the Yandere is sitting bashed up a few doors down and we might need to add some security measures around your house,” she said as she began putting more pressure on her bleeding hand.

“Lolzy…” Ramora warned.

“I have it handled, white mage, remember?” she said, pulling out her staff and feeling her wound begin to close back up.

“Lolz…” she growled.

“I’m fine.” She assured her, “Really, you should see the other guy. After I knocked his arse out, I stuck his hands in his pants. Considering that he was probably seen following me all morning, if anyone found him like that, well, it wouldn’t be hard to assume the worst and lock him up for indecency and maybe even assault…”

“He was following you around all morning?!” Ramora cried out, horrified as she inspected her friend for more injuries, even going as far as beginning to undress her right then and there to make sure there weren’t any wounds she was hiding from her.

“Ramora!” she squeaked, her face pink as she tugging at the bottom of her blouse as the Elezen carefully inspected her torso and began poking about her small clothes, “I said I’m fine! The little shit is about as stealthy as I am fierce looking!”

Ramora struggled for a moment to contain the smile that was threatening to break through her concerned expression as she continued her check before dragging her friend to the nearest sink to wash her hands and then the two worked to heal it within seconds before joining Zenos at the table. 

He refused to share, as Lolz predicted, so she made her friend some eggs and toast and began chatting about exploring a new weapons shop later on that day before Zenos gathered his belongings, got dressed and started towards the door.

“Rematch?” Ramora purred at him.

“But of course my beast.” He replied, his eyes bright and eager at the suggestion before looking at Lolz, “Lalafell.” he dismissed, although if he couldn’t tell if she was one or not or if he forgot her real name, neither woman at the table knew…

“Zenis.” She replied coolly with a sip of her tea and a flash of her middle finger.

Ramora sighed and shook her head as he left.

“And here I thought you two were starting to get along.” she said.

“Not at chance.” Lolz said, “I just put up with him because you’re my friend and he, oddly enough, makes you happy. If that changes, I’m killing him and having his Zenis made into a trophy for your wall.”

“Daww, Lolzy!” Ramora cried as she gave her friend a hug, the two embracing before she said, “If you see the cur who cut your hand, next time call for me, okay? I’ll repay the favor to him tenfold!”

“He’ll be too busy being locked up in chains to be either of our problems for a while.” Lolz assured her, “I wouldn’t worry too much about him…” Ramora scowled at her and she sighed, “but, considering he could start stalking me too, if I do see him, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you!” she said sternly before the two got up to leave for the new weapon shop to drool over blades and staffs.

“Hey Rammy?” Lolz said.

“Hm?”

“Thanks for worrying about me.” She said, “Even though I can probably handle that little creepy fuckboy myself, I’m glad that you want to look out for me.”

She smiled back, “Any time, Lolzy, after all, that’s what friends are for!”

—-

Asahi returned to the Garlean base a fortnight later, still fuming at the false accusations of him stalking and then trying to assault the wench who had gotten in his way!

If he ever saw that tiny bitch again, he’d kill her where she stood! Little lying demon! Hiding behind an innocent face and tone of voice and seeming so honest and sincere!

THAT WAS HIS THING!!! 

He stomped up towards his Lord’s throne room, hoping he could calm down a bit in his presence. After all, his Lord didn’t deserve to endure his lingering frustrations, he only deserved him at his best.

He opened the door and practically ran up to him to bow deeply, “My Lord, my apologies for not returning sooner-”

“I had not been aware of your departure.” Zenos said simply, barely sparing him a glance.

“I’ve… I’ve been gone for a fortnight, my Liege.” he said, shocked before scowling as he recalled the little mage’s lies, 'he wouldn’t even blink at your death, let alone lose sleep.’

Zenos’ eyebrows rose for a moment before he let them sink back down and got up from his throne and squinted down at him.

“You seem different than you had been before.” He said, thoughtful.

“A fortnight in a prison cell does that to a man, Sire.” He said, his fury forgotten as his beloved Lord bent forward and smirked, “Surely being locked away has not made you thirst for blood like you just did.”

He stood up as tall as he could and locked his eyes onto his Lord’s gorgeous blue depths, “No my Lord, I crave catharsis! Vengeance! I want payback on a warrior who has smeared my good name and reputation! I-" 

"You have a beast you want to hunt.” Zenos purred, excited, “And here I thought you were only satisfied with serving me! Come, come! Let us train and chat!” He said, motioning for him to follow.

Asahi dashed after him eagerly, not sparing the pink wench a second thought as they made their way to the sparring grounds. 

He just found a way to have his Lord notice him and he sure as hells wasn’t going to fail him!

(To sum up what happens after: Ramora keeps getting the d, Lolz keeps dealing with a d and Lolz wishes she put more into her luck stat. Zenos and Asahi keep having 'beast talks’ with Asahi barely paying attention as they train together, which is probably for the best as Zenos spends most of it talking about Ramora.)

(Submitted by @lolzwaitwhat)

[alemeino-blog]

Stories Behind Scars

Characters: Underfell Sans, Underfell Paps, Underfell Doggo, implied gaster(don't need tah mention au, ya already know*) oh yeah they kids, except G, they kids.

Okay just read, not tagging, lmao

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The cold air was like a sharp needle slashing through his face. It wasn't extremely painful, yet it left a sting in its path. His bone ached from the scars of abuse and neglet, but hell if he didn't make this nightly runs he would starve. Him and probably his little brother, despite the ways their 'father' treated him.

That was probably the only reason Sans went out into this hell at night. Why he risked his life and got into fights, just for food. He kept telling himself it was just for his little brother, but there was that part of him that did it as an escape from his life. From that bastard that just enjoyed taking out his anger on him, beating him up both verbally and physically. When the asshole was home, he would hit him, use him as a lab rat for his damn experiment. Worse was he often used Papyrus to bend him to his will.

God how he wished he could just fucking kill him already. But he couldn't, he knew how judgement worked around here. The king wouldn't care whether he was a child or son of the Royal Scientist. All he would see, would be his killer. Sans didn't care much about dying, heck it would be freedom from this hell.

But Papyrus being left alone, in this cold and unjust place.

That's what held the skeleton back.

Which is why he found himself standing near Chillby's. Often times he here, scavenging for food in the back and the dumpster. He often dreamt of getting a fresh burger for once. The jucie that would sizle and drip as he pressed his hands in it, the way the vegetables would be fresh put from the fields, how fluffy yet slithly crunchy the bread would be. And he'll, how the mustard would add a spice and bitter taste, evening it all out. The fantasy itself had him drooling already, the desire to get some of it for him and his little brother growing.

Looking around to make sure no monster was dumb enough to stay out late, he quietly made his way to the restaurant, hiding behind the buildings and trees. Sweat bead on his forehead as his eyes ever so often looked this way and that, alert to anyone that might jump on him. After the overwhelming journey, he made it to Chillby's, the warmth from the orange light inside was a charm, luring the child in. Sans shook his head, gathering his might to focus on the mission.

Slowly he slid to the back, the usual light was off. Either it was broken or the owner of the place forgot to turn it on. But it didn't stop the small skeleton from his quest, as he focused his eyes and let them get used to the darkness. He shuffled his feet, hoping they would feel remains of cartons or bags with food. Even got down to the floor as an extra. His hand found a bag against the dumpster, a grin on his face at the prize. Picking it up faster than his spirits did, he gave a small jump at the joy.

"Now what do ye think you're doing?" snarled a voice. Sans froze, timidly turning to the source. It was too dark to see, but as he squinted his eyes, the small light of a cigarette or two came to view. His mind snapped back to its usual state of alert, knowing who had appeared at his quest for food. And wherever he was, his gang was always behind him. Due to the instant of the news, he scrambled, trying onto the snow.

"Ha! Look at that wimp!," said Doggo, other laughing in unison. "Can't even walk right. Pathetic"

The words spat cold, but he showed no signs of emotions. He got up, bag in hand as he glared his blood red eyes at Doggo. "Go fuck yourself mutt."

Oos were heard as the dog began growling. Even with the fear, Sans couldn't help but smile at the expression of the other due to a simple comment.

"So, that's how ya wanna play it ya little shit," growled Doggo, approaching Sans. The skeleton knew that if he didn't run, he would be killed. Bag grasped close he didn't give the others a second as he began running away. Short after he heard growls and screams as the footsteps came closer and closer. Fear ran through the skeleton with every bark, like thunder, informing him of the coming storm. He cried, wishing his legs could move faster. He could turn and fight them, or heck teleport. But the child was much too scared to focus. He wasn't experienced, so he would have to stop, focus, and pray his magic would respond in time. And he wasn't one who enjoyed taking risks.

But hell maybe if he had, it would've saved him from the pain.

One of the dogs leapt on him, pinning him to the ground as he struggled out of their grasp, a futile attempt. Doggo soon came into view, sneering at the fear etched on Sans' face.

"Now, I'mma show ya what happens when ya steal from us," the bastard snarled, grinning as he turns to the one holding Sans down. Whatever that nod was, it seem to transfer that smile to his captor, Sans' eyes going small as he raised his right arm. Not even having to think, did Sans knew what would happen next.

They were going to break his eye. The source of his power, what made him capable to survive in this fucked up world, they would destroy it. Even if it was from his soul, it was his eye that made it possible to summon it, made it possible for him to form attacks and teleport. Possible for him to use it. He couldn't do anything, not with this fear, not like this, not with the other's body on him. He could try to summon bones but he needed time! Without thinking, moving the only part of his body accessible, he quickly turned, claws coming across his right eye.

Sans wanted to scream as he heard the splintering bones, felt marrow dripping down as everything on his right side went blurred. The others laughed of their fake victory, giving Sans time to recollect himself, push back the pain as his left eye flared with magic. Immediately, he summoned bones and impaled them through the monster above him. Even after the weight came off he made some from the ground go up and through the unfortunate, hitting right in his soul with every attempt to see him dust. As the other stared in shock, Sans took this moment to go back running, feeling the monster's EXP add to his own. The small guilt made Sans' confidence boost, as he turned and sent bones to the catching Doggo, the femurs hitting him straight in the eyes. He screamed in pain, the others stopping to see their so called leader on the ground. Sans smirked, enjoying the sight of the other getting a taste of his own fucking medacine. He quickly stopped, allowing himself to focus once more.

"You little shit you'll pay for this one day," was the last thing Sans heard Doggo snarl before everything blurred to black.

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Sans stumbled to Waterfall dump, falling to the cold water as it splashed onto his bones. He took this moment to let the adrenaline wear off as the unbearable pain rolled in. His right side was completely blurred, nearly blind for only if he couldn't see the mixture of colors. Sans looked down to the reflection, barely making out the deep claw marks covered in marrow as it dripped down along his skull. He raised his bony fingers to trace along it, hissing in pain and quickly pulling away. At least the tooth he lost due to Papyrus didn't have that much of a negative effect. This he knew, would stay. Maybe he could receive more vision, but it wouldn't be as great as before. It would be blurred mostly, yet still visible.

But he was alive. He was alive and had killed one of those bastards, possibly blinded Doggo even! And he still got a bag of food, the sights telling him the chances of the food being fresh. Sans smiled for a bit, forgetting the pain and chances of being partly blind on his right side. Hell did he have a story to tell Papyrus.

The thought of his baby brother snapped him back to reality. Wincing as he got up, he focused his magic and teleported back to their home. Papyrus as always, was waiting for him and came running at the return of his brother, but stopped.

"Sans, what happened to your eye?," asked the youngest.

"Let's just say Ah got into a bit of a dog fight," Sans chuckled. "An' it wasn't very pawppealing." The wink was enough to make Papyrus stomp on the ground angrily, Sans holding back a laugh from how ridiculous hiw baby brother acted to a pun. Grabbing the bag, he was about to head to the kitchen when he felt arms wrap around him. Turning, he was surprised to find Papyrus hugging him.

"Uh Paps? Ya o-," started Sans.

"Don't get too used to it brother! This is a one time thing!" There was a long pause.

"You need to be more careful Sans. I'm not an idiot, I know about your single health point," Papyrus said in an unsual low tone. "You can't keep getting into these fights. I have no idea what permanent effects that new scar could have... Sans... What if you-"

"Ah'll be fine," chuckled Sans, patting his brother's head. He'd be lying if that touch of kindness, that touch of brotherly love didn't move his soul. Yes he knew Papyrus loved him, but seeing his brother this worried and concern, seeing someone actually care for his well being.

Sans couldn't stop smiling, turning to hug his brother with all the strength he had in him. The pain in his right eye dimishing.

"When I grow older I will become string and fearsome so no one will dare hurt you!," Papyrus declared, tone back to it's usual loud and boastful matter.

Sans chuckled at him, shaking his head slightly. "Heh, yeah sure good luck with that bro. Try not hurting yerself too much or ya might end up like me."

"You mean I could get a cool scar too?!," beamed Papyrus, looking up at Sans. Goddamn it was the kid too adorable sometimes. "That would be perfect! Then I will be even more terrifying! Nyeh heh heh!"

Sans rolled his eyes at that spark of innocence. Sure his life was hell but at least he would have Papyrus. At least he would be there to tend to the damn scars his dumb ass would attract. Grabbing the bag of food, he returned to the still unfinished task.

"If only ya knew bro. Now how'z it we eat?"

"Wait... Is that from that shitty ass greasy place," said Papyrus.

"Ey watch yer mouth, an' ey, ah lost an eye for this so don't go complaining," said Sans, though there was no tone of anger in his voice.

"Disgusting... But I suppose this could be an exception.." said Papyrus, following up to his older brother. Sans smiled as he began taking out the contents, both brothers sitting down to enjoy their dinner.

"Oh yeah there might be a chance ah spilled mustard all over this." he smirked.

"SANS!!"

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Yo peeps sup! So ya know how I draw my beautiful boy with two jagged scars on his right eye? Well, here is le horrible back story! Ah know is shit but ey, was writing this so depression wouldn't get to me ha ha. If ya have any questions or shit ha ha ask! And I might do one for Edge if ya peeps want, who knows?!

Btw bully doggo overused but I don't give a shit

[savetheblackpaladin]

Drabble with Shiro when he s/o leaves him alone with his 3 month old daughter for the first time?

OH my god, yes!!! 3 month old potato babies are such good babies!!! (I personally love young babies bc they’re trying to figure out EVERYTHING and they’re so SMART and they’re so SMILEY and I JUST LOVE BABIES OKAY)

Also because I can’t let this go, Shiro still has twin girls: Astrid and Hayden bc I’M WEAK

“Babe, we’re gonna be fine.” Shiro’s voice is soft and reassuring, even as you close the door again for the third time to give your darling twins a mournful look. How could you leave them when they’re so helpless! Look at them playing on the floor! They can’t even roll over yet!

“Shiro”, you sound anxious and you know it, “I don’t need to leave. It’s fine, I can just stay here and–”

“Nope!”, he interrupts, lightly shoving you towards the door, “I’m a grown man. I’m fully capable of taking care of the two humans I helped create.” While you definitely agreed you still couldn’t help but protest as Shiro managed to get you physically on the other side of the door and continued to ignore you. “Go out with Allura and Lance. Enjoy your spa day. Enjoy eating whatever restaurant they drag you to. Just…”, he paused to kiss your cheek, “I’ve got everything here, okay? I’ve been watching you be an excellent momma for three months. I won’t be as good as you, but I am their dad. I can handle two sweet babies for five hours.”

“Just last night you called them demons from hell…”

“Okay but that’s because it was two in the morning and my turn to feed. Now stop stalling and enjoy having a life!” You pouted but finally felt yourself giving in. Because no matter how much you didn’t want to leave your little ones, you desperately needed some time off.

Besides, if you couldn’t leave your girls alone with their own father then you’ve obviously made a wrong choice in who you let knock you up in the first place.

Which you didn’t because, come on, Shiro’s literally the best human in existence. Also he read more parenting books than you and was actually really good at getting them to take a bottle (which your sore nipples greatly appreciates on most nights). They were in the best care possible and yet…

“Okay but send me pictures–”

“On the hour, every hour.”

“And let me know–”

“I’ll basically be livestreaming via text.”

“Okay and if you can’t–”

“Babe!”, Shiro’s loud voice stopped your mini-rant and you gazed at him with wide-eyes, “Go. Have. Fun. Let me have quality dad-time with my babies. You can’t hog them. Now, go. That’s an order.”

You pouted but the sound of Lance’s car pulling up and Lance shouting ’Yeah, hi, I’m here to pick up a hot mom?’ made the choice for you. You gave Shiro one last kiss on the lips and slowly trudged through the snow towards your friends. You glanced back one last time to see Shiro giving you a thumbs up before Allura physically pulled you in.

They’d be okay. Yep yep! Of course they would! It was only your anxious parental instincts telling you otherwise. 

Things were not fine.

In fact, as Shiro finally closed the front door behind you it was like a switch flicked on in the girls’ minds. They knew their momma was gone.

The crying was immediate and Shiro cursed under his breath as he crawled over, laying next to Astrid and gently shushing them both as he reached over to gently caress their soft heads with each hand. “Shh, shhh, shhhh, hey now…hey now….I know, I know…you miss momma….that’s okay, daddy’s here….daddy’s got you…yeah, that’s it! Wipe those tears!….Hey starshines!”

Shiro felt his heart soar as Hayden, who was farthest from his body, did her best to roll closer, her little hands reaching for her daddy but those traitorous back legs refusing to move with her tiny body. Astrid resumed playing with the toys dangling above her, content that one parent was close by and thus all was right in her world.

Shiro sighed. He could do this. Minor panic averted. His girls were just lonely. But that’s okay. He could lay on the floor for five hours.

Speaking of….”You girls want some tummy time?” Both girl’s looked over at the sound of his voice and ‘coo’ed, flailing their arms in excitement as daddy’s hands reached towards them, only to feel utterly betrayed as he flipped them on their tummies rather than pick them up. The monster.

Shiro maneuvered them so they were facing each other with a plethora of soft, brightly colored toys between them as he assumed a similar position beside them. “That’s it! Look, I’m doing it too! Isn’t this fun? Holding up our heads is totally fun! Gotta work those neck muscles!”

Astrid protested with a small cry. “Ooohhh, I know,” Shiro baby talked in response to her tears, “It’s soooo hard holding our head up but you gotta, baby girl. Yeeeah, I know, I know, it sucks…tell me all about it…yeah? That bad? Well you got like, 10 minutes, so keep telling me how awful this is.” He smiled as he watched his girls hold their heads up, his heart filling with warm pride as Hayden reached out to play with toys. Astrid continued to tell Shiro how awful this was but she was still so strong and when her 10 minutes of tummy time was up, he immediately scooped her up, giving her soft kisses and murmuring about how strong she was and how proud he was to be her poppa before he got a whiff of her dirty diaper.

“Oh…that’s why you were crying! I’m so sorry babygirl! Daddy didn’t realize you had a poopy diaper!,” Astrid continued hiccuping, pleased to be held but upset about the squishy in the diaper. “Say ‘Bad Daddy! Not checking my diaper!’ Yeah, I know. I’m the worst. Let’s get you cleaned up. You good Hayden?” Hayden glanced over at the sound of her name and giggled, happy to once again be on her back with her favorite butterfly stuffed in her mouth. “Yeah, you’re good. Play safe while I change your sister’s diaper.” 

Baby Daddy™: just had successful tummy time. changed Astrid’s diaper. Hayden good

Baby Daddy™: lied, hayden let loose

Baby Daddy™: really let loose my god. Cleaned her up and changed clothes. All good

Baby Daddy™: no longer happy with play mat, put in stand-up bouncers with head support, both happy both bouncy

Baby Daddy™:

Baby Daddy™: Bottle time!

Baby Daddy™:

Baby Daddy™: they grow up so fast!

Baby Daddy™:

Baby Daddy™: Operation Nap Time a bust, play time resumed

Baby Daddy™: They like my singing. Unlike you. I feel appreciated here.

Baby Daddy™: more tummy time. gonna tire them out.

Baby Daddy™: got fussy, put both in the bouncy sleep things to try and rock them to sleep.

Baby Daddy™: still determined not to sleep, it’s all good. 

Baby Daddy™:

Baby Daddy™: angry babies but don’t worry, just fussy from not sleeping

You anxiously checked your phone again, the time on Shiro’s last text dated to two hours ago. You chewed your lip and shoved it back into your pocket. Allura’s voice was soothing as she pulled you into her arms, “He probably fell asleep darling. It’s all okay.”

You nodded and release the breath you were holding with a shaky sigh. You couldn’t wait to get home! But with snow on the road, it’s not like you could urge Lance to drive faster. No matter how much you wanted him to floor it.

It wasn’t that you had a bad time. In fact, you had a great time! You forgot how much fun it was to just relax with friends like there wasn’t a care in the world. But when Shiro stopped texting you, you felt your anxieties grow by the minute and now that your five hours were up, you couldn’t wait to hold your babies again.

After what seemed like hours, Lance finally pulled up to your house. “Here you are ma’am. Payment due is one more lunch date before the end of the week.” You smiled an leaned over the front seat to give Lance a kiss on the cheek, “Thanks for this Lancelot.” Lance flashed you a smile as you pulled back to hug and kiss Allura before exiting.

You felt like running to the door, but figured that would be rude to Lance and Allura. Like you were desperate to escape them rather than desperate to see your babies. 

At the door you turned and waved, smiling as they both blew you kisses before driving away. Once out of sight, you frantically unlocked the door and called out, “Honey! I’m home!’, into the hall.

But there was no answer and you swallowed the lump of anxiety in your throat as you struggled to pull off your snow boots off. “Shiro?”, you called, and still no answer.

You quietly tiptoed into the living room and were greeted with a sight that nearly turned you into a puddle of happy gooey feelings. Sitting on the floor, back against the couch was your husband. His hands were clasped, your babies snuggled against his sides in the crook of his elbows, all three had their mouths open in silent snores, little drops of drool working their way into Shiro’s shirt. Shiro was surrounded by toys, blankets, the bouncers, and bottles. The struggle he had in getting them to sleep apparent. 

You quickly snapped a picture and snuck your way out of the living room. After all, you couldn’t interrupt quality dad-time.

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[sparks-is-here]

Monsters (Darkiplier X Reader): Jealousy is a Beast (Part 4)

   Dark and I head out in his matte black McLaren P1 Spider with red interior, not only was it an expensive car, but it was gorgeous. I'm not usually one to fall in love with way over priced sports cars but this one I couldn't stop obsessing over. I was thrilled to look at it let alone ride in it, not to mention Dark was driving pretty fast, it was attractive, he knew the car, and he knew how to handle the horse power. After drooling over the car so much I look back up at Dark, realizing he looks different, his skin is no longer a pale grey, and his black eyes are brown now. "You see Y/N, I can't go out looking like a demon, now can I? I change my appearance to stay out of trouble, and to keep you safe" he says while stroking the side of my face with his hand. "So.. you wear contacts and hide your skin to help?" "You've got the idea, by the way call me Mark when we are out."

  We made it to our destination quickly, he was taking me to a mall, I had enough clothes though... "I figured you would want to pick more things out for yourself, I know your clothing style, but I don't know anything about makeup, or bra sizes or period crap... so I figured I could bring you here so you could pick it out." "That's sweet Dark, but I don't have any money, you kinda kidnapped me without my wallet." Dark laughed as we walked into the mall, "I know, I'm paying for it all, shop your heart out doll." Dark winked at me as we walked around looking for stores to shop in. We were surprisingly laughing a lot, we talked a lot about clothes and we people watched too. We talked so much about the other shoppers that I hadn't realized Dark's arm was around my waist.

  Maybe it was a protective thing, after all he has technically kidnapped me, and I'm in an area I haven't been in before. Or maybe he was confessing his true feelings for me that first night we met. But who would kidnap someone that they have feelings for against their will? Without me even meeting him beforehand? This is crazy, I should be trying to escape, not fall for his act. I look around for an escape, I can't run, it will be too obvious... I spot a bathroom close by. "Hey Da- I mean Mark?" "Yes Y/N?" "May I go to the bathroom please?" "Of course, don't be too long!" Dark smiles taking my shopping bag and sits on a couch in the center resting area in the mall. I briskly walk towards the bathrooms, I need to think of a plan and fast. I step in the bathroom and look for windows, I'm out of luck, there are none. I walk into a stall and lower the toilet seat and sit, I throw my head into my hands and I start to cry. I'm trapped... I can't escape this man... demon? He is being nice to me... and taking care of me? But I'm afraid, where do my family and friends think I am? I want to see them. It wasn't until someone knocked on my stall door that I realized how loud I was sobbing.

  "Are you okay in there sweetie?" A sweet sounding voice asks. "I-I'm okay..." I sniffle back. "It doesn't sound like you're doing okay, come on, open the door..." I reach for the lock and open it, a redheaded girl who has beautiful green eyes looks at me smiling, she leads me to the chairs on the side of the bathroom made for waiting. "I know a broken heart when I hear one, my name's Katie, what's yours?" I wipe my tears away, "I'm Y/N." Katie grabs a couple of paper towels from the dispenser and sits next to me, handing the towels to me, "Now what are you upset about?" I don't know how to explain to her that not only I have been kidnapped, but I've been taken by a demon. "It's just this guy, I have mixed feelings about him." Well... that's not a lie... "I knew it was a boy! What's the matter? Does he like another girl? Is he rude to you? Is he secretly your brother??" Katie gasps dramatically. I giggle, "No, none of those." "It's just I don't know if I can stay with him, he's sweet, but can be bipolar? I'm worried I won't be able to balance him and my family and friends?" I mean still technically not a lie... "I understand, you just need to make sure you get some you time with your other loved ones. I'm sure he will understand if you just mention it to him, everyone deserves time with other people they care about. And for the bipolar part, remember to stay calm, if you haven't had any experience with someone who is bipolar, just remember to speak in a normal voice and to breath. Things will simmer down with their emotions if you stay calm." "Thanks Katie, you're right, I just need to make sure to stay calm and talk my feelings out." "Exactly! And it's no problem, I gotta go, but here is my number if you wanna talk some more. See ya round!" Katie walks out after handing me a slip of paper with her cell number. "Bye K" I smile, K... I like that, she's pretty cool.

  I walk out of the bathroom walking towards where Dark is sat, he's still people watching. K was right, I just need to keep an open mind, he's just misunderstood. "Took you awhile, are you okay sweetheart?" Dark gets up, he has a concerned look on his face. "I'm okay, I was just talking to a really nice girl in there." I  smile up at him. "Aww, that's nice that you made a new friend." See? He's not that possessive. "Oh my god! A Sephora!" I start to pass Dark to head over to the big beauty store. Dark looks over his shoulder confused, he sighs and laughs at how excited you are about the makeup store. Dark was shocked when he found out your love for makeup, you ended up teaching a few of the girls at Sephora a few things. Makeup was an art form for you, you've been obsessed with it for as long as you can remember, he was fascinated with your knowledge. You purchased all of your basic needs for makeup and skincare and said goodbye to all of the Sephora girls, you even made a couple new friends. Maybe this won't be so bad. The atmosphere between you and Dark was changing, he was being genuinely caring to you, he listened to you and he was showing interest in what you liked.

  You suddenly noticed giant letters and glittery wallpaper out of the corner of your eye. "Vicky's Secret? I almost forgot I need new underwear..." Dark coughed looking at you with... almost fear in his eyes? I couldn't believe what I was looking at, this big tall Demon was afraid to walk into a bra and panty store? I had to hold my breath so I wouldn't start laughing. I looked at the store front and back at Dark. He stiffened up and cleared his throat, "Alright I'll go in, don't let go of my hand though." Just as I thought, a big softy, this will be fun. "Yes Mark..." I giggle. We walk into the store, Dark grips my hand and looks down at the floor, I shop like normal, looking at the different styles and colors. I make a couple of selections and head towards the back of the store, I look closer at the more intricate pieces of the store forgetting Dark is latched onto my waist waiting for me to finish shopping. I smirk, holding up a black and red set, it's cute but pretty sexy, I decide to mess with Dark a little with this one. I turn around, Dark continues to look at the floor. I hold up the lingerie set and pose. 'What do you think of these Mark baby..." Dark looks up, he blushes a deep red and looks back down, "I have no comment." I take his jaw and bring his eyes to look back up at me, "What's wrong? Is my big bad demon shy now?" Suddenly his eyes are no longer brown, they change to black, his skin goes pale again, his mouth forms into a scoul, "Test me more Y/N, you will get your punishment." I gulp, I really must have pushed him, I place down the pieces and take his hand once more, "I'm sorry Da- I mean Mark." "Let's go," Dark squeezes my hand, I blink and we are suddenly in the center of the mall. "Did we just teleport? I whisper to Dark. "Yes, now shove all of that in one of your bags." I look down at my hand and see all off the underwear we were going to buy. "Dark! We just stole this stuff!!" "Not if they notice it in your hand now put it in the bag!" He whisper yells back at me. I quickly do as he says, I look around and see no one has noticed. Dark looks at me and smirks, "Good girl, now let's go grab some food." We head towards the food court and pick a restaurant and wait in line. Suddenly while I was looking at the menu I get tapped on the shoulder.

  "I've just gotta tell you, you're so fucking hot, just wait until I get you to my place." "First of all, I'm with someone else, second have some respect for another human being you dick," I yell at the pervert. He pulls me against him by my waist, I push against his chest trying to get away yet, he's got us so close that I can't kick him in the balls.

"Get your filthy hands off of her." I hear a voice behind me. Thank you Dark, I suddenly think, hopefully he was reading my mind at that very moment. "And who are you? Piss off bro she's my taking for the night," the stranger responds to Dark, the perv pushes me further away and I fall to the ground. Dark suddenly cracks his neck, I hear ringing in my ears and he looks like his normal self again, everything goes black and white. "Call her yours one more time and you won't be able to take yourself home at night when I'm finished with you." Dark, is jealous..? The pervert looks up after shaking his head, he must be hearing the ringing too. He puts his fists up ready to fight back. Dark grabs the man by his throat and suddenly I start to see the colors red and blue start to surround him, his voice... it's almost echoing.

  Dark slowly grows taller, his hands become claws and he grows fangs, his appearance becomes less like a person and more like a giant wolf like beast, or a monster. This new demonic form Dark has taken scares me yet fascinates me so much, I'm scared to look at him, but I've only ever seen supernatural stuff like this in movies... The man tries to pry off Dark's claws from his throat, Dark drops him, and cracks his neck again. Damn... jealousy is a beast. Everything goes back to normal colors, Dark is in his human disguise again, and the man who was harassing me runs away. "What did you just do?" I whisper to Dark. "Something I hope you won't have to ever see again, he tested me and disrespected you, he won't bother us again." Dark exclaims as he takes my hand and walks us out of the mall. "Wait, did no one else notice what just happened?!" "Of course not, I stopped time temporarily so no one is aware of what just happened between me and that dickhead back there." "Damn." A moment of silence peers between us. "Uh... hey Dark?" "Yes?" the entity looks back at me trying to catch his breath with the adrenaline still running through him. "May we go home? I-It's been a long day for me... I'm feeling lightheaded..." I suddenly feel more tired, did what Dark just do in the mall, make me feel this tired? What did he do anyway... I mean he stopped time, but what powers does he have? "Dark... I think I'm going to fain-" My vision goes black. "I know it took a lot out of you to see what I did to that douche back there, soon you will build a tolerance my dear, but for now we must go home." Dark whispers to Y/N as he finishes putting her to sleep, he drives them back home for her to continue to rest.

[flightyrock]

Ectober Day 2: Fangs

Summary: Vlad begins his morning routine, only for familiar dark thoughts to interrupt him as usual.

Warnings:  Minor injury, minor blood, unhealthy emotional state, depression, isolationism, loneliness, mild body horror (like so mild I question mentioning it)

Word Count: ~1400

Notes are at the end!  Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Vlad felt consciousness return with a groan, reluctant to start the day, just knowing by some accursed instinct that it was far too late to retreat back into the peaceful darkness. He rolled over, prying his eyes open, only to wince at the digital green display that read 5:25, a full five minutes before the device would force him to awareness with its familiar and brutal assault on his eardrums.

Curses.

There was nothing worse than waking up before an alarm.  It always felt as if some mysterious force was getting one over on him in the most passive aggressive manner possible.  The idea was laughable, of course, but he couldn’t deny that he was always bitter about being cheated out of the precious minutes of sleep.  But he was awake now, so he might as well make the best of it.

He rolled to the edge of his firm mattress, throwing his legs over the side with more force than necessary. He indulged in a minute of luxurious stretching, wincing mentally of the cracks and pops that seemed to grow in number by the day, before finally slipping into his house shoes and lumbering into the spacious master bathroom.

Cool marble caressed his palms as he gripped the edge of the double vanity, a piece he had chosen in a rare display of optimism.  Fat lot of good that did him.

It’s too early to start this again.

So he didn’t, making a conscious effort to shove the torrent of bitter thoughts to a far corner of his mind to peruse later, choosing instead to run a hand through thick, painfully straight locks that lightly brushed his shoulder blades, admiring the snow-white color in his spotless silver mirror.

Or tried to, thwarted by the thick mats that had developed as retribution for falling asleep before allowing it to dry after his shower the night before.

He sighed, long-sufferingly, and resigned himself to the tedious task of untangling the mess, tucking the strands behind his right ear to begin.  Only to feel a small thrill rush through his lower stomach as his hand brushed a firm, pointy segment of cartilage.

He smiled, taking a moment to feel the tips of his ears with both hands, enjoying the strange, giddy feeling that still went through him twenty years after the accident that produced the distinctive shapes.  Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but he treasured his snow white hair and unnaturally pointy ears that carried over into his human form when he was alone and at ease.  It reminded him of a fantasy he’d had as a child, where he dreamed he was a forest elf, going on grand adventures in alternate, medieval universes.

He chuckled indulgently, smiling to himself as he recalled a much simpler time in his life, inadvertently exposing a slightly more unsettling change to his human self that filled him with base horror when he first discovered it.

Elongated to a degree that even Jack Fenton would find suspicious, Vlad’s canines now tapered to severe points, honed to a dangerously sharp degree.  He inserted the tip of his right index finger to lightly tug at his bottom lip, exposing his equally deadly under bite.

Fangs.

Once upon a time, he’d see something similar in movies and chuckle to himself at the absurdity of the hallmark feature of a cheesy horror monster that sucked the blood from unsuspecting victims, usually attractive young ladies or idiotic teenagers.

But these weren’t the cheap plastic mockeries that children shoved in their faces and drooled around on Halloween.  

Oh no.  These were the mark of a predator, a sharp-eyed creature of the night engineered to subdue prey with elegant efficiency.

He used to stare at himself in the mirror with horror at that one detail that prevented him from forgetting for even a moment that he was no longer human.  It took him ages to break the habit of gnawing his lips when anxious.  The first time he tried that with his new teeth still made him shudder in revulsion. He still occasionally tasted the coppery tang of blood when he’d forget for a moment and revert to old comforts.

Forget that he was no longer human.  But he wasn’t fully ghost either, as they were quick to establish and kindly reminded him with every interaction, the infantile slur of halfa on their slimy lips.  He didn’t belong in the ghost zone.  He didn’t belong on earth.  He really didn’t belong anywhere.

The isolation hit him hard, as it did every morning at his unnecessary double vanity and every night when he was able to hold off the insomnia long enough to settle into his too-large bed.  All alone.  

After the accident, it wasn’t his newfound abilities themselves that wore his sanity thin.  It was the lack of human contact in his months of quarantine.  His body ached in a very physical way for warmth and weight only a human body could provide.  He longed to feel Jack’s heavy hand resting on his shoulder, or Maddie’s slender arms wrapped around his chest in a hug.  Never conscious of such interactions before, he now regretting his ignorant dismissal of casual human contact, wondering how many opportunities he had missed.  How many times he took the simple gift of companionship for granted.

By the time he was stable enough to rejoin the world, he was devastated to realize it had moved on without him.  His two best friends had eloped without his knowledge, and moved out of state, like he meant nothing to them.  He hadn’t seen any of his other friends in over a year, and was alarmed to find he no longer knew how to make new ones.  More than his newfound abilities to hide in plain sight and walk through walls, this feeling of nonexistence made him feel like nothing but an insignificant ghost of his former self, forgotten by a cruel world after his untimely demise.

Somewhere along the way, he had lost that essential instinct that allowed him to form meaningful connections with other people.  Maybe he never had it in the first place.  Maybe he was made to be forgotten, to fade away.  Maybe he was meant to be alone.

But that was fine.  He could work with this.  He would work with this, embrace this power like the phenom he was.  The universe had given him a great gift, and he would make sure nobody ever forgot his name again.  Vlad Masters, the name of a man who would be the greatest there ever was, would be burned irrevocably into the fabric of both worlds.  So what if he couldn’t relate to people.  That was to be expected because they were beneath him. They didn’t deserve his affection. He was fundamentally better than those swine in human clothing that pretended to care about anyone other than themselves because he had to power to make it to the top.  He would make his fate his own, and anyone that got in his way would learn the truth of his superiority for themselves in the most painful way possible.

Vlad was jolted out of this mental spiral by a sharp pain in his lower lip and the tang of copper.  Shocked, he brought a finger to his lips and idly stared at the crimson streak.  Old habits, old comforts.  His fangs used to disturb him, keep him on edge.  Now they served as a reminder of his convictions.

He faced the mirror head-on, staring deeply into his blue eyes while bracing himself with a firm grip on the counter’s edge as he forced his supernatural features into compliance. A human mask stared back, features again rounded to conform to the delicate sensibilities of the masses.  It was time to shove his sentimentality to the side once more.  He could afford no weakness in this endless pursuit of his goals.  And he had to continue this pursuit without fail, as his goals were all that he had left, the only distraction that prevented him from examining himself too closely, from acknowledging the true volume of darkness that was slowly suffocating him.

For he knew that left to its own devices, the darkness would break him.

If it hadn’t already.

A/N:  Vlad is my favorite character to write.  This is just one of my many ideas about his motivations for behaving as he does.  I am a firm believer that Vlad is not “evil,” and it was truly a shame that the writers for the show chose to dumb him down to that degree.  It was demeaning and missed the opportunity to teach kids that growth and redemption is possible for anyone, and that maybe you shouldn’t yell at that jerk who mouthed off to you at the grocery store, because you have no idea what series of events led to them acting that way.  Most people don’t act like jerks because it brings them joy.  Keyword: most. 

That being said, Vlad absolutely has problems, and is absolutely not excused for his actions.  Having a crappy life is not an excuse to hurt others.  His coping mechanisms are in no way healthy.  But they are necessary until he can find a healthier way to cope, and are even rational with all the garbage he’s been put through in his life.  The ugly truth is that most people would react like Vlad did in this situation.  Even Danny couldn’t cope when his support system was taken away.

Just some food for thought.  Please feel free to leave a comment; I’m still pretty new to creative writing and value any feedback.  Thanks for reading!

[jstar97]

Writing Prompt: You’d never believe me

So I got the writing prompt “You’d never believe me,” from @somethingmoreclever (thanks btw and hope you like it) and this story came out of it but I’ve been kind of chicken to post it. So, here it is. And if you have a *cough* helpful *cough* or *cough* constructive *cough cough* critique or want to say something positive, then please go ahead. Also, anyone who has sent me a prompt, I’m working on it and thanks :)

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I'm passed out on my bed, sleeping on top of papers, books, and pens when I feel something large and soft slap me in the face. A pillow. My roommate, more dreaming than awake, mutters, "Eggs."

I whine, "Why me?"

"Because my paper's due at 12 P.M. and you're free today."

Figures. As I push myself out of bed, crumpling color-coded notes and over-priced textbooks in the process, I grumble, "Never telling you my schedule again."

I grab my wallet, walk out the door and down eight flights of stairs, past the front desk to the bus stop. The driver today is Lena. All smiles, she asks, "Trouble getting up, Sunshine?"

"Huh? How'd you guess?"

"First of all, you don't usually take the bus on Fridays and second…well, you didn't look at yourself this morning, did ya?"

She hands me her compact and points to the chair behind hers. It's only then I realize why I got so many funny looks at the stop. My hair is in knots and tangles and there's a white strip of dried drool  running down the corner of my mouth. Plus, I was still wearing my Pikachu onesie and matching slippers. You know, the ones that go "Pika, pika," if you stomp your feet. After handing back the mirror, I check my breath. Crap, forgot to brush my teeth. It was a mistake to eat everything-on-it pizza with extra garlic sauce last night. Pulling the hoodie up, I slouch and cross my arms.

Finally, my stop. I race out of the bus, jumping through the sliding doors and over wet floor signs until I'm at the back of the grocery store. "Ha," I groggily laugh, "Eggs in the Dairy Section."

There's cheese, butter, margarine. But no eggs. Not even those expensive free-range ones.

A stock clerk is shelving out butter where the eggs should be. "Um, excuse me -" He turns and smirks. "Dude, Comic Con was last week."

"Haha, you're hilarious."

"Ooh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Whatcha do, get stuffed in a Pokeball?"

"Look, you wanna help or should I call the manager? I need eggs, man, so I can hibernate till Monday."

"We don't have any."

"Really? A grocery store that doesn't have one carton of eggs at 9 A.M.? Not even in the back?"

"Nope."

"I'm just gonna check with the manager -"

"No!" He yells abruptly. "I mean, did you say eggs? I thought you said pegs -"

"Because it makes perfect sense that I ask for pegs while standing in the Dairy Section -"

"Come with me." We walk to the "Employees Only" door.

"Um, I'm not supposed go in there."

"I'll let them know you're with me." I want to go back to bed as soon as possible so I go in.

We went in. It was pitch black. "Hey, where's the - ?"

Next thing you know, I'm pushed into a giant cell and fall on something soft. Someone turns on a light switch. It looks like most of the employees are here.

"Hey, how'd you get into this?" Sam, who's usually at the cash register, asks. From the coffee in his hand, I could tell that he must have got caught up in this when he came here for his break.

"Eggs."

I look down and realize that the soft something was actually a very annoyed someone. Nina, to be exact. We're both in Linear Algebra.

"Do you mind getting off of me?"

"Oops, sorry."

After we get up, she asks, "You've been coming here for two years and it didn't occur to you once that he's new?"

By 'he', she means the jerk who brought me here. He looks the same, mostly. I mean he's still wearing the uniform and that sarcastic smile.

But his skin is now purple and his eyes are blood-red.

"Huh, that's new. Am I on one of those hidden camera shows?" My fellow prisoners shake their heads. "Back to your question, Nina, am I supposed to memorize everyone's name? By the way, hi Bob, Larry, Leia, John, Sharon, Aaron and Phoebe. Oh, and Phil's in the back? Hi Phil! We're still on for chess next Tuesday, right?"

"Yup. Nice onesie by the way!"

Nina raises her eyebrows. "Okay, fine, I know everyone's names. Sue me. But how was I supposed to know you guys didn't hire someone new?"

I turn back to our captor. "Hey, Purple-Face - nope, that would be rude. Do you have a name? I mean, I was kinda crabby earlier and I'm really trying to -"

"For Pete's sake, he locked us in a cell!"

"I am Autoraun 319, an android from the planet you Earthlings call '55 Cancri e'. My model is the most advanced of its kind. I can change appearance, am virtually indestructible, can display over 4250 different emotions, and can process information at lightning speed, allowing me to assimilate with the surrounding population. I also can fly and have an arsenal of weaponry at my disposal. Since I am so powerful, only one of me was need for my important mission."

"And that is?"

"Collecting a rare but powerful nutrition source for the people of my planet -"

"Human brains?!?" Sam panics, dropping some of his coffee on my slippers.

Autoraun rolls his - its - eyes. "Human brains are neither rare nor nutritious. I'm talking about chicken eggs."

We all burst out laughing.

"I'm telling ya, this has gotta be a hidden camera show!"

"I've never heard of anything stupider in my life!"

"What's next? You'll want to steal our milk and cookies too?"

After a minute or so, when the android's glowering intensifies, we realize that he may have laser eyes and stop immediately.

"So," I start, "Why not just take chickens? That way you'll have a constant source of this source."

"You mean those tiny feathered monsters? Are you out of your mind? When they had been plentiful, they destroyed wiring, tore up the ground, and dodged laser blasters at breakneck speed. Plus, they defy all semblance of logic so we disintegrate them. Unfortunately, in our zeal, we forgot to keep a few for egg production."

Nina is furious. "Are you telling me I'm stuck in a crate instead of working my minimum wage job because your idiot overlords can't handle a couple of chickens?!?"

The android nods.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to collect all of these eggs. And when I get back, I'll - "

"Eliminate us?!?" Sam and his paranoia.

"No. We're civilized. I'll just wipe your brains. There's a fifty percent chance that you'll lose your minds in the process but surely your doctors have the facilities to bring it back to order."

"Ha!" Nina shoots back, "Not with our healthcare. And you said you did your research."

The android leaves.

"Okay," I start, "So what kind of cage are we in?"

"Steel, with an electronic lock." Sharon observes, "Not a very good one too, since the back of the control panel is easy to reach from my side. These aliens really underestimate us." I squeeze by Leia, Larry, and Aaron to see that back's screwed in. "If only we had a - " As I reach into my pockets, I feel a bunch of miscellaneous objects.  I pull out some soft caramels, half of a chocolate bar, an assortment of screws, and a Phillip's head screwdriver. "Perfect!"

Everyone turns to me. "I'm an ME, remember? And onesies are great for late night projects…and I get hungry."

Unscrewing the back reveals intricate wiring. "So, what now, ME?" Sam asks, sipping his cold coffee.

"Uh, I don't know. An EE would be better for this but honestly, I don't even think they would have a clue. Different planet, different wiring systems and designs - but similar problems! Can I have your coffee?" Sam hands it over to me. "Stand back! If this works, there'll be sparks everywhere. If it doesn't work, the aliens have perfected waterproofing electrical components, so good on them."

"If they're still afraid of bringing in chickens because of how much damage they've caused than I doubt that they've made any huge advancements."

"Okay, here goes!" And I quickly throw the coffee onto the circuit board and try to get as far as possible.

Good news, it worked! We hear a click and race out of there.

Bad news, the cage isn't that big. As we all run out, I realize that my onesie, part of my hair, and slippers are on fire! As I stop, drop, and roll on the hard concrete ground, Nina gets the fire extinguisher and sprays me.

"Thanks," I say as Nina and Sam help me up. "Now, let's get that android."

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We know why Autoraun left George - the manager - alone. It wants to know the different times of the eggs were coming in and could masquerade like all of us. No one would be the wiser. We sneak around, looking for the android (and creeping out shoppers in the process) when we spot Autoraun. It looks like the jerk in the dairy isle and was at the cashier with a customer. As soon as she leaves, George takes it aside.

(Side note: Do I call Autoraun "him" or "it"? I mean, I know Autoraun's an android who doesn't have a gender as far as I know - that's a complicated talk in the immerging world of Artificial Intelligence - and Autoraun did lock us in a cage but 'it' sounds so rude. I'm going back to 'he'.)

Anyway George takes him aside. "Between the customers fleeing like rats off the Titanic and most of my employees AWOL, it's nice to see a dedicated young individual like yourself. Tell me, son, what's your name?"

"Otto, sir." He replies demurely. Seems like his sass left the motherboard.

"Now Otto, you wanted to see me."

"Yes, sir. I was wondering if you can tell me when the next shipment of eggs was coming in. We're all out."

George's eyebrows go up. "We just had a huge shipment this morning. Is there an omelet cook-off that I didn't here about because I make a mean Western -"

"No sir," Autoraun interrupts. "I guess people are just valuing their nutritional value."

"Huh, must have been something on the news. People these days, with all their crazy fades and doodads. In my day, we just relied on good old exercise and clean living -"

"This is all really fascinating but there are customers to help. When will the next eggs get here?"

"Oh, at 11. But let's go in the back. There have got to be some eggs around."

"I've already checked."

"The back can be a confusing place, especially when you're new. Let's check it out."

Autoraun cracks his knuckles. George enthusiastically does the same. "Oh, it's so nice to meet a fellow knuckle cracker. You know, people used to say it knuckle cracking causes arthritis but my doctor friend says that's not true…"

As George rambles on, I notice tiny sparks at the tips of his fingers. "He'll zap George!" I whisper, "Quick, get him!"

Nina, Bob, and Sam pull George away just as he was about to strike. Simultaneously, Aaron and Leia grab him by the arms and Larry and Sharon grab his legs and push him to the ground. Autoraun is so shocked that his purple skin and red eyes come back. He recovers quickly and throws them off. Not knowing what else to do, I pull out my screwdriver and grab his neck from the back. He tries to shake me off,  knocking me against various shelves and counters in the process.

"Th-is mus-ust b-e ho-w a- bul-lrid-ddd-er fe-els!"

"There are more ways than one to get rid of a pest!" The android's exoskeleton starts heating up, burning off more of the polyester from my onesie and the arm wrapped around his neck. I grit my teeth when I notice a small section on the base of his head with one screw keeping it in place.

"He-e-eelp! P-i-in hi-m do-wn!"

"Don't you mean 'it'?"

"Sam, really? Let's get in there! One…two…three…go!" Sam and Nina pin him to the ground long enough for me to unscrew the cover. He throws us all off.

"Quick, it's open! Get water, cola, anything liquid!" Phil directs. All around Autoraun, employees open up various bottles and unleash their wet, mostly artificially colored vengeance. Autoraun sputters and smokes before bursting into flames. Nina is again handy with a fire extinguisher.

We cheer as though we just survived Armeggedon.

"We did it!"

"We defeated an alien - "

"Android! But it's from space so technically an alien android!"

"We saved the world - from a shortage of eggs, maybe, but we still saved the world!"

George cut into our celebration. "COULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"

Nina explained. After five minutes of silence, George asked, "So what should we do now?"

I answered, "Probably get the government to look into this. But that's your problem, not mine." I check the wall clock, "It's egg-actly 11 A.M. Can I have two dozen?"

George gets a text on his phone and goes to the back. A few minutes later, he brings back a box of those fancy cage-free, Eggland's best stuff. "This is kinda expensive. Have anything cheaper?"

"It's on the house."

"I can't -"

"Come on, you helped save my workers and my eggs. It's literally the least I could do. Is there anything else you want?"

"A pic with the android - crap, I left my phone at home. Could someone take one for me?"

Phil raises his hand. "I'll do it. Chess match still on?"

"Chess match still on."

Before I left, George stops me. "Hey, can you keep this between us? I don't wanna be in more trouble than I already am. Who'd come to a store with killer androids?"

"A lot of college students, actually. But I promise, what happens in the grocery store, stays in the grocery store. Thanks for the eggs!"

I grab the bus back (getting even more stares than I did this morning) and walk up eight flights of stairs. When I open the door, I see my roommate on her bed surfing the web.

"Where were you? I finished my paper an hour ago -"

She looks up, eyes widening. "What the heck happened to you?" At this point, my onesie, slippers and hair are singed and wet and I smell like coffee and burnt flesh.

I hand her the carton of eggs before going to the bathroom to clean my arm.

"Well, what happened?" She asks again.

I grit my teeth and I wash and sanitize the wound. After wrapping it in gauze, I lift my head, pull up my hoodie, and burst out laughing at the sight of my reflection.

"You'd never believe me."