#(2 seconds to strangling e/o)

[avoiltaire]

park gunyeob. you cannot win

[burytheruby]

I N A P P R O P R I A T E

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

IN which Captain Price is your father, and your eyes are set on his lieutenant.

OR: you're down bad for Ghost, and your father isn't too keen on that.

you’re in Part 1; Part 2

MINORS Do NOT Interact.

Warnings: age gap, fem! reader, ooc, canon divergent tbh, little to no british slang bc i barely know american LOL. written from my phone please bear with me. also, do not get groomed, this is just fiction. WC: 1501

English is my second language, very self indulgent.

"m'gonna marry him, daddy!" Captain Price used to laugh about that, when your eight-year-old self would cling onto his arm while pointing at the twenty-one-year-old man who had just been recruited. it used to be an inside joke between the unit task, your father was oh so confident that you'd get over your childhood crush.

oh boy was he wrong.

every time without fail, when the squad would gather at your home during their leave, you'd take peeks to the living room, kitchen, or wherever they settled to talk. this ritual continued well into your pre-teenage years, right before you turned moody and too shy to even come out of your room. that's when Price thought it was over, what he didn't expect however was how you'd be so damn adamant on having Simon come over almost daily as soon as you turned eighteen. he was a seasoned captain, he wasn't oblivious to the way you'd eye his lieutenant, how you'd give him the coldest beer when it used to be reserved for him, the way you'd come every now and then and sit right across from The Ghost to "join in the conversation and catch up." nothing escaped his sharp eye, not even the way Ghost would sometimes stare your way for a little too long.

"he's emotionally unavailable, princess." he'd tell you, dropping you off for orientation day at your dream university. "he's a good lad, but he's got his own demons to fight." and he'd sigh as you slammed the car door on him. he could never deny your wishes, though, as he created a woman who was too determined—too set on her track who did not know the word defeat. but you were also just a kid—or at least that's the mental image of you in his head, a little girl with innocent thoughts who simply found his comrade to be cute.

"yer young and beautiful, m'sure those college boys are dying for ye." your father would tell you, almost begging for you to enjoy these years and experiment.

"but i don't want a boy." you would roll your eyes, having started your second year of university certainly made you into a character. you were confident—rightfully so, your beauty outshined anyone else. "i want Simon." you'd repeat like a broken record, and if it didn't make him want to strangle his lieutenant. how has time truly passed, he remembered when you'd call Simon by the name of Ghost, the name everyone used instead of his given name. but you weren't a part of the task force, there wasn't really a reason for you to call him Ghost for reason other than his signature balaclava and stitched-in mask.

you soon turned twenty, you were not a little girl anymore. his team had joined later in the evening to celebrate you, bringing you gifts and sneaked in alcohol for later when your friends would leave. it wasn't until Simon's arrival that you suddenly disappeared, but Price isn't a fool. he clutched the now empty can of beer, stopping immediately as he felt Gaz's reassuring touch on his shoulder. you were not a little girl anymore, you were a woman. he repeated in his head, no longer glancing over at the backyard door as he focused on the conversation between his comrades.

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

"thank you, Simon." you smiled as he helped you put the piece of jewelry around your neck. a beautiful necklace of the metal of your liking—the one you always used when you dressed up so pretty, so dolled up. he looked at your face, his mouth in a straight line yet his eyes full of unspoken softness for you. he hummed in response, his gaze falling back down to your neck, where the necklace laid so neatly right under your collarbone, before it touched your cleavage. Simon tore his gaze away, he refused to look at you that way—not to his captain's daughter.

your smile faded as you noticed his lack of eye contact, your hand grazing his calloused one with gentleness. his eyes landed on yours once more, one hand moving the stray hair out of your face as he admired you, how you had grown to be a gorgeous woman. "we can't, love, m'way too old for ye." is what he said to you—to himself, to stop the pounding of his heart and the ache of having you so close to him. you shook your head in rebuttal, the frown of your brows making you more enticing to the man who towered over you with ease. you were determined, and he liked that about you—among the many other things that piqued his interest.

"don't care, Simon, i said i'd marry you." too determined, maybe. he scoffed at your words yet couldn't help it as the ghost of a smile appeared on his usually stoic face. "and i don't care about what old man has to say about it, i'm an adult for christ's sake." you held onto his hand, the one that laid so gently on the curve of your neck, feeling your pulse on his rough fingers. your eyes roamed from his eyes to his cheekbones, the scars on his face that added to his charm, and his slightly chapped lips that seemed to beg to close the gap between you. Simon noticed your lingering eyes, and he cursed under his breath as his fingers squeezed your neck softly.

"eyes up 'ere, love." his voice took you out of trance, eyes quickly darting back up to his as you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment at being caught. you smiled in response, your own eyes getting lost on his gaze. a deep shade of chestnut, one that conveyed a turmoil of emotions. surely, he couldn't just court his captain's daughter, it's just wrong. no matter what her sweet eyes silently pleaded for, he couldn't just give in—hell, temptation is too strong. rough digits let go of your neck, reaching down to your waist so tenderly that anyone who looked your way would know.

you couldn't help it, not when he always tried to make you happy, to give you everything you deserved, for treating you the way he just did. with a pull of his jacket, your lips clashed passionately, desperately, as if you were to disappear, like a prayer that had been heard, you clung to him with your arms around his shoulders as he held you impossibly close. you sighed between the kiss, pulling at his bottom lip playfully before you returned to the steamy friction of your lips. a want, one Simon hadn't realized how much he needed, how much he craved. you were a woman, one so, so perfect. "so gorgeous," he hummed lowly against you, letting go of reddened, puffy lips. his words sent a shiver down your spine, relishing on his words, the ones that were only for you, always you.

Simon has never been rough with you– he couldn't even imagine being so, not when you're holding onto him like a lifeline, like he's everything you've ever wanted. he doesn't complain when you bring him up to your face again, breaths mixing in the silence of the yard, so silent you have both forgotten of the people inside your home. "Simon," you gasp in a plead, a withheld plea as the backdoor opened. he pulled away from you in an instant, his hand still on your waist protectively.

"everything alright?" Price asked, and you could hear Simon curse under his breath. you just knew your father did it on purpose, he had that mischievous look on his face you had inherited, one you both used when you planned something. his eyes bore on the point of contact between you and his lieutenant, and Simon found himself forced to let go of you with a grumble. Price's eyes fell on the pendant hanging off your neck, letting out a sigh as he closed the door behind him and walked up to you.

"gorgeous pendant, hun." his eyes found their way to his lieutenant on your side, a look on his face that was no longer a warning– but rather a petition (demand, more like) to keep his treasure safe. do not break her heart. you could almost hear his thoughts, shifting under his gaze as you observed the interaction. Simon gave a curt nod, a wordless promise of affection and protection. "you should hurry, s'getting cold." Price said after a moment, giving you a smile before walking back inside.

Simon found your smile endearing, the way it reached your eyes and made your face bright. his hand returned to your side, giving a playful squeeze before making its way to the small of your back once more. "let's go inside, yeah?" he murmured against your ear, and you couldn't help but think of how neatly wrapped you had him around your finger, always getting what you want.

an unforgettable birthday.

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

made an entire account just to write this. i will be doing more, trust.

[imperial-refuse]

12 for all your weirdos :3

==> SPILL! THE! TEA! (accepting!)

12 - What are your pet peeves?

Vyrgyl - ANSWERED!

//: huuuuuuuge fan of fuckin hipsters who think theyre so cool just cuz a band they like is obscure or sum shit.

//: like we get it. ur insecure that uve never seen a nook or bulge in ur life. its ok! u dont have 2 be a fuckin tool abt it! i promise its ok 2 be a turbo virgin!

//: n this is coming from a turbo virgin myself! like im certainly not lookin 2 go jumpin in2 the pails any time soon, but u dont see me making obscurity my only personality trait abt it...

//: idk. makes me wanna claw my eyes out. LMAO!

<o/ for me itd have to be virtue signalling chuds who will decry every atrocity the empire has ever commited, but the second the drones are at their doors, suddenly its "oh but i dont want to get involved in POLITICS", or "but what about this OTHER problem? we should focus on THAT one before we protect mutants or limebloods"!!! \o>

<o/ if i had a caegar for every asshole like that ive punched out for saying stupid shit id have enough to buy my way into lohkii's respite block to strangle the bitch with their own fucking tail. \o>

<| youd best motherfuckin believe i cant stand when the masses clamor for mutants to remain in the motherfuckin gene pool. this isnt about any sort of high-flyin over the motherfuckin stars concepts of freedom or empathy... |>

<| if anything, these poor, sickly, malformed motherfuckers need the "empathy" of giving them a quick motherfuckin end, before they can taint our species any further than it already fuckin is. |>

"...Pr||Eachy, WHINY littl||E p||Easants g||Etting up in arMs about how I hav||E fun with My coll||Ection. I found th||EM all, fair and FUCKING squar||E. You don't g||Et to waltz into MY ship and st||Eal MY trophy liM||Eblood, and Mak||E d||EMands!!!"

)=| self-styled incels who feel entitled to my time or quadrants, and woke-scolding "activists" insisting i cease my influencer career because using my sex appeal to farm followers means im "exploited" and "miserable" are two sides of the entitled dipshit caegar~

)=| both are the types of selfish twats who think to make how i conduct myself into their business, when it has only ever been my fucking business~!!!

)=| i am literally the most powerful troll on refuse~! i dont need to give half a rutted salmon about anything these gog damn peons think to make of me~!!!

Lohkii. Turn off the social media for a bit. Go touch grass. Talk to real people outside of a screen. Leave the palmhusk at home. See a fucking therapist.

[voidsentprinces]

Poison frog toxic red flag murder dragon, I never play or write about?

Hey. Hey hey tell me about them. Theyre cute as fuck I wanna know more about em.

DO NOT CUTE THE POISON FROG TOXIC RED FLAG MURDER DRAGON!

Ladies, Gentlemen, and the Eldritch Beings Beyond the Mortal Comprehension of Mankind:

Meet Envy, full title: Invidia Leviathan Tepes, Prince of Envy (for redundancy)

Amongst all the Gods, Demons, and Villains I have ever created, he is the A B S O L U T E W O R S T. I am not even going to list it. Think of something bad. He's done it. He is against the Geneva Accords. Everything from minor infractions like shop lifting to being one of the reasons THERE ARE NO LONGER ANY GODS BEYOND DEATH NOW (in writing lore that is).

He is the only Voidsent Prince who is actually the Original Sin incarnate. He is selfish to extreme, is murder happy, will use, abuse, and toss away anyone and anything he wants. Literally believes the world revolves around him and anything to the contrary needs to be IMPALED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE!

You were born.

Congrats.

You were born to worship and serve him. If you are not doing any of those two things. You deserve to die or be tortured for doing either of those two things too little, too much, or even perfectly fine but he's bored of you now, DIE NOW AND SAVE HIM THE INCONVIENCE OF KILLING YOU, THANKS!

He enters the story coiled around the heart of a Goddess who consuming her divinity himself. While driving her completely mad with jealousy which leads to the First Twilight of the Gods. Because the First God got bored one day, I shit you not. Due to taking the divinity of a deity for himself. He grows from a small snake into The Leviathan. His second act after being torn out of said Goddess's chest by her sister is to bite the hand of the Goddess of Light and tumble down from the heavens onto the mortal plane. Where he spends the rest of his time strangling the world with the length of his body and killing anything that thinks to sail on his seas. When he is eventually drop kicked into Hell. He is then forced by Death to go from a primordeal draconic being who is the length of the seven seas and two oceans to a humanoid you see before you. Leaving his tail behind to envy what he once was. Despite the downsizing, aforementioned, its done nothing to curb his ego and he has decided being punished like this is NOW EVERYONES PROBLEM!

Actively hates living things and use to cause earthquakes and tsunamis on a whim to wipe out anyone who settled too close to the oceans he thought he fucking owned.

Does he take a moment to reflect that maybe doing any of this will make people hate him in the short term and try and hunt him down in the long term? HAHAHA!

NO!

Aforementioned, ya not serving his whims or if you bore him, he do not give a fuck about repercussions. He's the edgy dude who never grew out of the edge phase is just 2 cool for school. If that guy got his hands on the strength and power to force people under his heel. Actively is immortally youthful, strong enough to fight off entire armies, the ability to generate water and cause earthquakes at a whim. Gilgamesh before he met Enkidu, but if meeting Enkidu made him even worse and he learned nothing of humility and shrugged off Enkidu's death.

I don't write him cause he is just...a walking trigger warning and that makes me uncomfortable. I would change him, but like...the cast NEEDS like that one (1) absolute bastard character. Irredeemable, unbashedly terrible on every level, is the reason people probably started to write down war crimes and formed rules around: Maybe we shouldn't do these bad things during combat actually...lets set up rules.

Not that he'd follow them. You kidding? Telling HIM what to do? The gall!

Anyway, here have his theme while you're here:

[newkyus-void]

Call me when you need.

◡̈ 뉴 // 최 찬희

 ⁂ smut

 ⁂ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), degradation (slut), slight choking, oral (both receiving), fingering, dirty talk, teasing, kinda fake sympathy, spanking (mentioned around three times), praise, mentions of alcohol (both are sober), mentions of aftercare

Let me know if I missed any.

⁂ dom! Bartender! Chanhee x sub! Stripper! Fem. Reader

 ⁂ wc.: 3.2k

All eyes are on you, the red lights of the club follow your every move as you take tentative steps around the pole. The men sitting in the front row holler when you drop in a split and move forward, tits on display but not fully naked. 

They almost jump out of their seats when you stand back up to circle the pole once, twice before pulling yourself up and then hanging from it with your legs. Your world is upside down for the few seconds you dangle from the pole before you sensually pull yourself back up. 

Though all eyes in the club are on you, you only meet those of one person across the room. He observes your every move now that people are busy watching your performance, his eyes dark. It would make your skin crawl, but all it does is put a smirk on your face. You turn back around to hold onto the pole and spin around it before ending your show in a graceful drop. 

The whole club erupts in whistles, claps, hollers and compliments when you stand back up and give them a good view of your ass before walking backstage. 

The skimpy shorts you're wearing barely cover you, adorned by black fishnet tights and the mini top they told you to put on. 

One of your colleagues wolf whistles after you when you pass her and you show her a grin before it's her turn on stage. 

You put on a black silk robe to cover up a little before you make your way to the bar, your black platform boots clacking against the floor. 

The bar is still empty when you slide onto the stool right next to the corridor. "What can I serve you?" The handsome man behind the counter asks you, flicking the little towel in his hand to land on his shoulder. "Perhaps a cold sprite?" 

You scoff upon seeing a smirk part his lips. "Very funny, Choi" 

"Why don't you laugh then, bunny?" His voice is teasingly low, before he moves to prepare you a fix of your usual drink.

With attentive eyes, you observe his every move, the way his hands effortlessly make quick work of the bottle and pour the liquid into the glass, the way he bites his tongue in concentration. 

He slides the glass across the counter easily and it lands perfectly in front of you. "Show off" You mumble before picking it up and taking a swig. 

"Somehow today seems a bit boring in comparison to usual, don't you think?" He strikes up a conversation easily, one elbow propped up on the counter with his other arm supporting himself. "Maybe it's because the star performer already finished" 

You can't help the sense of pride from pulling your lips into a satisfied smile. "Just admit that I'm your favorite already" 

He snickers and just quietly observes you, waiting for you to finish your drink. "And what would you gain from that?" 

"Me? Gain something?" You raise your brows in amusement. "Oh no honey, it would be you" 

Something flashes in his eyes, a spark of curiosity. "Are you gonna dance for me bun?" 

The sound of the glass hitting the counter rips him out of his mind, his eyes roam your face for any clue on what you got planned this time. "When do I pick you up?" 

"At nine, I'll meet you in the parking lot" You reply and slide off the stool, smack a Bank note on the counter and make your way back into the backstage room for the performers. 

One hour to go. 

—

Your colleagues proved to be a great pastime while you talked to them about the performances and the money you made tonight. 

"Bunny, how's things going with the hot bartender?" One of them asks, curious about it. 

"Right! You two seemed pretty close" 

You snicker and twirl a strand of your hair around your finger. "I'm getting wrecked tonight" 

They all exchange excited glances and whistle. "Get that dick, girl!" 

After that you glance at the clock and realize it's time to go. "I'll see you guys on Saturday, get home safe!" 

They bid their goodbyes and wave as you grab your bag and leave in the same outfit you came in, though now covered by a long black coat. 

You spot the man leaning against his car with his hands buried in his pockets, eyes meeting yours. "Took you long enough" 

"Shut it, Choi" You bite back playfully and make your way to where he stands, the sound of your boots echoing around the space of the parking lot. "It'll all be worth the wait"

His resolve crumbles and a scoff escapes his lips. "Your shows are always worth it. Your place or mine?" 

You purse your lips for a second as you think about it. "Mine" 

The man nods and opens the passenger seat door for you. "As you wish" He says before closing the door and then rounds the car to get behind the wheel. 

You fasten your seatbelt and enjoy the quiet music that plays from his radio after he starts up the engine. 

He puts the car in reverse, turns his head and grips the passenger seat headrest for support as he exits the spot his car stood in. 

The hard pounding of your heart doesn't go unnoticed by you when you see his arm veins. 

—

The ride home was quiet aside from the tune playing through the speakers. He parks his car in front of your house and shuts it off before turning to look at you. "So tell me… what did you plan?" 

You snicker and shrug, opening the door and stepping out of his vehicle. Chanhee repeats your actions and locks the car before following you up the steps as you unlock the door. 

"You know where the playroom is, wait there for me" You tell him while he takes off his shoes. 

He raises a brow but obliges, disappearing up the stairs quietly, without objection. 

You then quickly take off your coat and boots, immediately feeling a lot smaller. You take a few minutes in the bathroom to freshen up before making your way up into your so-called "playroom" where Chanhee is patiently waiting. 

He's sitting in the chair which points towards the pole you have in that room. "There you are" He comments and smirks. "Show me what you got up your sleeve baby" 

You turn on the music and get to work, but not how he expected it. Usually you would show him one of your pole dances, but now you're closer to giving him a lap dance. 

His eyes reflect his confusion as they blink up at you. 

"What are you looking at? Don't you like this?" You tease him before turning around displaying your ass for him. 

Chanhee sucks in a breath through his teeth, fingers digging into the chair. "Can I touch you?" 

You circle the chair with slow, calculated steps, drag a finger across his back and watch him shiver. "No"

He groans, disappointed, but listens. "You're so mean" 

"You'll get to touch me real soon" You mumble in his ear and take a seat on his lap, grinding your hips barely against his. "Don't you like this?" You repeat your question. 

"I'd prefer it if you were on your knees for me baby" He hisses, resolve crumbling as his hands pull you down fully. "Can you do that for me?" 

You show him a smug smirk and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. "You're so impatient, Choi, why don't we take it nice and slow?" 

"I'll give you nice and slow, baby" Chanhee replies dangerously calm, one of his hands pulling you close by your neck and the other one landing a stinging slap against your ass. 

He devours your pained whimper with his mouth, eagerly moving against yours. 

Chanhee parts your lips with his easily, his tongue entering between your lips for a brief second before pulling it back and chuckling lowly when you whine. 

"You wanted it, so take it" He almost growls before detaching from your mouth and placing kisses down your jawline and neck, looking for your sweet spot. 

Your hands move into his blue hair and tug when he finds it, smirking against your skin before biting down and sucking his mark into the sensitive part. 

"Fuck Chanhee" You grit out through clenched teeth, his action growing slightly painful but nonetheless riling you up. 

The man pulls off with a pop and admires his artwork before turning your face to look into his eyes. "So now you're finally acknowledging my first name?" 

All you manage to do is a pitiful nod. 

He clicks his tongue and swiftly stands up, his hands holding onto you by your thighs. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his middle and tighten your grip around his neck. 

Chanhee steps around the chair and sits down on the bed, his grip on you letting up. "How about you show me how sorry you are, hm? Wrap your cute lips around my cock and let me use you?" 

A strangled moan escapes you upon hearing his filthy words, your head hitting his shoulder. "O- Okay" 

One of his hands bury themselves in your hair and pull your head up, pulling a gasp out of you. "Then get on your knees, baby. Don't keep me waiting" 

You nod against his vice-like grip and he lets go so you can move off his lap and onto your knees in front of the bed. The soft carpet soothes your skin a little as you get as comfy as it gets. 

"What are you waiting for? Get working" Chanhee orders with dark eyes. 

Without wasting another second, you scramble to open the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper, exposing his black briefs. 

His dick strains against the fabric and you quickly pull his jeans off his legs before doing the same to his underwear. Chanhee moves to sit on the edge of the bed and pushes your face against his thigh, right next to his leaking cock. "Show me what that mouth can do baby" 

You rub your thighs together for some friction, briefly, before sticking out your tongue to lick a stripe up his length. 

A groan tears through his throat, his hands moving your hair out of the way and holding onto it. "Don't tease me or you'll regret it later" 

That was all it took for you to open your mouth and take him in, inch by inch, jaw relaxing and being cautious with your teeth. 

"Fuck" Chanhee hisses, eyes rolling back when you take him in wholly. "I didn't know you had no gag reflex" 

You take pride in this and start moving your head back slowly and then down again, repeating this a few times before your jaw starts to hurt. 

You pull off for a second to catch your breath, your right hand replacing your mouth as you start to jerk him off before you engulf the tip between your lips once more. 

"Oh God, fuck" He moans and tightens his grasp on your hair before pulling you off after a few minutes. "Stop, I don't want to cum yet" 

You watch breathlessly as he pulls off his shirt and throws it across the room before bending down and pulling off your top too. 

"Strip for me baby" He orders again and sits back to observe the way you wiggle out of your skimpy shorts and pull down the fishnet tights, along with your panties before also throwing them away, now completely bare in front of him. 

You don't feel self conscious around him despite the fact that this is the first time he's seeing you naked. 

"You're so beautiful baby, come lay down for me" Chanhee says and pulls you close by your wrist. 

You oblige, laying down on the bed and watch him crawl towards you to place a searing kiss to your lips. "Now behave and keep your legs open for me" 

A shiver runs down your spine when he attaches his lips to your collarbone and then between your breasts. His eyes meet yours for a second before he moves and closes his mouth around your nipple, sucking and flicking on it with his tongue. One of his hands moves to pinch the other one and you bury your fingers in his hair with a breathless whimper. 

Chanhee repeats the action on the other side before sliding down and sucking a mark right beneath your tits. 

You can't even form words, too lost in the pleasure he's providing you as he moves even further down, face level with your soaked pussy. 

"Look at you, so wet for me and I didn't even do much" He exhales against your inner thigh and sucks another mark there before continuing, "So eager to have your cute little cunt stuffed with my cock, aren't you?" 

You nod desperately, but Chanhee isn't pleased and plants a smack against your cunt. 

"I want to hear you say it" He orders, running his lithe fingers up and down your slit before dipping the tip of his middle finger in briefly. 

You whimper and twitch because of his doing, "w- want your cock to f- fill me up!" 

Chanhee smirks, pleased with your answer and plunges his index and middle finger into your soaking pussy. "Shit baby, you're ruining the bedsheets" 

"I don't care about the- ahh bedsheets!" You reply and dig your fingers into the pillow by your head. 

The music still playing in the background doesn't do much to tune out the squelching sounds of your wet cunt. 

Chanhee slowly adds a third finger and groans at the way your face contorts in pleasure. "Fuck baby you look so hot like this" he hisses and then moves his mouth to your pussy, tongue teasing your clit and making you jump at the feeling. 

His free hand moves to hold you down by the stomach as he continues to assault your core, mouth enclosing the bundle of nerves as he sucks on it slightly and flicks his tongue against it again and again. 

"C- Chanhee-" 

"I know baby" He hums against your pussy, "let go for me" 

Within a second you're cumming all over his fingers, walls clenching around his long digits and legs twitching, wanting to snap them shut, but you power through it. 

The blissful pain of overstimulation kicks in when he doesn't stop and you quickly move to push at his head. 

He chuckles and pulls away. "Okay, okay, calm down baby" 

You wince when he pulls out his fingers and moves back up.

"Open" He orders and you oblige, opening your mouth for him to push his fingers into. 

You can taste yourself and groan, tongue swirling around his digits to clean them. It was impressive how fast he made you cum, usually it takes a lot more than that. 

The eye contact that you initiate has Chanhee bite his lips and pull his fingers out of your mouth. 

"Shit baby you're so messy" He groans and looks at the mess of your arousal on the bedsheets. "But that's okay, this was just the beginning" 

You shudder when he moves back to kneel over you between your legs, his cock in hand. 

"Come on, tell me how much you want it," Chanhee smirks. "Or you won't get anything at all" 

"N- No, please!" You immediately whine and move to prop yourself up on your elbows, but he pushes you back down by the throat. 

"Please what? C'mon bun, I know you can do better than that" He says and licks his lips. 

"P- Please fuck me Chanhee!" You reply, voice high pitched and breathless. "Fill me up with your big dick!" 

He removes his hand from your throat and instead moves it to hold on to your waist. "Hmm.. are you gonna take what I give you like a good girl? Let me fill up your cute little pussy with my cum?" 

A shameless moan escapes you, his filthy words going straight to your core. "Y- Yes! Oh my God please-" 

Chanhee cuts you off, rubbing his dick teasingly over your clit and then down to your entrance, dipping the head of his dick in briefly before pulling it out again. "You're so eager baby" 

You grasp his arm and look at him with pleading eyes and he finally gives him. 

Agonizingly slow, he pushes himself into you, inch by inch. He fills you up deliciously to the brim, the head of his cock prodding at your g-spot and making your eyes roll back in ecstasy. 

"Fuck you feel so good" He grunts and lets himself lean over you, supporting himself with his arms beside your head. "Why didn't you try to get into my pants earlier, baby?" 

You whimper and twitch when he moves his hips, grinding against yours in a teasing manner. "B- Because- oh fuck!"

He unexpectedly cuts you off after delivering a sharp thrust and makes you lose your train of thought, words a jumbled mess upon hitting your g-spot head on. 

"Aw baby, were you shy? How cute" He teases, fake sympathy seeping into his tone, "too bad you're just a little slut… my little slut" 

A tear rolls down your cheek at all the stimuli you receive and he doesn't hesitate to lick it off, pressing a light peck to the apple of your cheek. "Does it feel so good you're crying? You're so adorable" 

His words reach your ears, but you can't process them, too lost in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls and filling you up so well. All you manage to do is a shaky nod, your fingers digging into his broad back and leaving marks in their wake. Chanhee hisses at the sensation, but his hips stutter, giving his liking for pain away. 

His hips meet yours with loud smacking sounds and you have a hard time keeping your legs around him, grip faltering. "C- Chanhee!" You whimper and clench your eyes shut. 

He gets the clue, also feeling the way your pussy clenches around him. His hand moves between your bodies and proceeds to rub fast and tight circles over your clit. "Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock" 

Your whole body twitches and after another thrust and another move of his fingers, the coil snaps and you release all over his dick with a lewd moan. 

Chanhee's thrusts falter when he feels your walls clamp down on him and he hisses, gripping your hips and harshly pounding into you to reach his high. "I'm almost there baby" He grunts, observing the way you don't know where to grab, head turning left and right against the pillow. 

After a few more harsh thrusts, his hips stutter once more and you feel him release inside of you. 

"C- Chanhee I can't- Too much!" You cry out and he quickly shushes you, coming up to pull you into a kiss. 

"Okay baby, okay" He mumbles and proceeds to slowly pull out. The look of discomfort on your face doesn't escape his attentive eyes. 

He flops down next to you and gathers you in his arms, stroking your head lovingly. "You did so well for me" 

You relax into his embrace, basking in his warmth and comfort. "Thank you Chanhee…" you mumble into his chest, eyes falling shut as the exhaustion kicks in. 

He continues to hold you for a little longer before waking you up again. "Come on love, let me take care of you" 

[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L  |  O N E

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   o n e  |  c o r n   m a z e

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader  word count: 4.3k warnings: implied/referenced cheating, swearing (obv), angst, drinking, fluff, pending smut + mentions of smut. as mentioned, part 2 will be allllllllll the smut x

You were going to kill Randy.

In fact, as the five of you crossed the threshold into the corn maze, you thought of the various ways you could do it without it coming back to you. You could strangle him with the tape of one of his precious Jamie Lee Curtis flicks, you could push an entire shelving unit of said movies on him during one of his shifts, hell, you could just lure him over to your house with the promise of sex before ultimately throwing him out your window. Any of the above sounded good to you tonight because the bastard was running late. Which meant that you were currently fifth wheeling on what was supposed to be a slightly boozy corn maze with your friends. Only now it was a slightly boozy corn maze with yourself and two loved up couples as you all impatiently waited for the idiot to arrive.

Yeah, you were definitely going to kill Randy.

You and Randy were friends, had been for years, and you were always there for each other when it came to these types of activities. Nobody liked being a fifth wheel but at least with two single people in your little gaggle of friends, it made things easier. You were happy as a clam being single, you preferred it in many ways if you were being honest, but at least with Randy around, you could ignore the weight of his stare.

Billy’s stare.

His brown eyes were on you constantly. You could feel them on your skin, feel them raking over every inch of you as though he was trying to soak you in from afar. His stare had a weight to it, you found. No matter how far away he was or where you two were – be it at school or hanging out or even in a goddamn corn maze – you felt him all over you.

At least with Randy around, it was easy to ignore. The two of you could joke around and escape the couples long enough to focus on anything else but the weight of Billy’s stare. But tonight, it was impossible to ignore, and you hated Randy in that moment for unknowingly leaving you with the one man you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for the better part of three years.

You hated Billy more, though, for making you feel as though every inch of your skin was on fire. For making you feel this level of guilt each and every time you hung around with Sid. Sid was one of your best friends, as was Tatum, which only made this entire situation so much worse.

“You think they’ll kick us out if they find out we’re loaded?” Stu asked with a quiet chuckle, glancing behind them for effect as though he was being tailed by the owners of the farm.

Tatum smacked his chest. “Maybe if you said it a little louder, Shit for Brains.”

Stu giggled again and slipped his hand into his jacket before pulling out a mickey of cheap vodka wrapped haphazardly in a brown paper bag. “Then I guess they’d be really mad at this.”

Tatum opened her mouth to tell him off but seeing it as your only saving grace, you reached across the divide and plucked it out of his hands to take a big sip. The vodka burned all the way down your throat, and you could feel all eyes on you as you licked the remainder of it from your lips and bottled it back up before handing it back to Stu. “You’re a saint, Stu.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Tatum laughed, “I can’t even be mad at that.”

Stu was smirking across at you, knowing exactly why you were choosing the bottle tonight which only made you feel worse than you did. Of course he knew. Where there was a Billy, there was a Stu. The pair didn’t have secrets between them much to your chagrin which only made nights like this all the more awkward.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Sid asked, sweet as ever.

Your stomach twisted in your gut at the genuine concern radiating off of Sid’s features and your heart fell into your stomach when you watched her lovingly place her head on Billy’s shoulder. Where the fuck was Randy?

“All good, Sid,” you smacked on a breezy grin and shot her what you only hoped was a convincing wink. “I haven’t done a corn maze since I was a kid, just preparing myself is all.”

Tatum leaned into Stu’s lean torso and frowned. “Why? You scared?”

“Nah, she’s not scared,” Stu hummed, grinning across at you with a gleam in his eye. “On edge, maybe. Why so jittery, girl?”

You rolled your eyes and flipped him the bird just as Billy spoke up. “She’s not jittery, pencil dick,” his velvety voice was closer than you’d expected and when you saw him reach for the bottle in Stu’s pocket to take a rather big gulp himself, you swallowed hard. “She’s just getting this party started.”

You held his stare for a moment, feeling your entire body light up like a switchboard, before the familiar voice of Randy rang out. Breathlessly, he waved you all down and grinned. “What’s this I hear about a party?”

Tatum rolled her eyes and hugged her jacket closer to her body. “About time you got here, dick, it’s fucking freezing out here.”

“I know a way we can warm up,” Stu teased as he leaned down to nibble at her neck.

Despite your mood, you found yourself smiling across at the pair. They were a good match and you could tell that Stu genuinely made Tatum happy. Just as Billy made Sid happy. Your smile fell at the thought.

Randy’s eyes circled around your group of friends briefly before he threw an arm around your unsuspecting shoulders. “What did I miss?”

“The usual,” you chimed in, smiling across at him. “Tatum and Stu sucking face, Billy and Sid cuddling up and me drinking my weight in cheap beer from Stu’s dad’s mini fridge in the garage.”

Randy grinned. “I chugged a couple beers before I left the video store, so good to know we’re all on the same level.”

Your chest was already starting to feel lighter now that Randy was around. Granted, Billy’s eyes hadn’t left yours for a second since Randy slung his arm around you, but that was to be expected. At least you had Randy here now. With that kind of distraction, you’d be just fine.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” Billy suggested, running a hand through his unruly mop of brown hair. When everyone’s eyes were on him, you could have sworn he gave you a little smirk before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “We should split up.”

“Fuck that,” Tatum laughed, “no chance in hell.”

“Yeah,” Sid agreed quietly, “I don’t know.”

“That’s literally what they tell you not to do in scary movies,” you chuckled. “When everyone splits up, trouble starts.”

Sid shivered and leaned into Billy’s chest. “Yeah, Billy, I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Oh, come on,” he was grinning excitedly now, looking between Stu and Randy for backup. “It’ll be like the movies. Dumb teenagers wander into a corn maze and split up for the sake of the plot. Halloween’s tomorrow - why the hell not, right?”

A slow grin began to pull on Stu’s face as he listened to Billy. There was a mutual understanding between the two men in that instance and if you blinked for just a second longer, you would have missed it.

It made you nervous.

“Dumb teens wander into a corn maze on the night before Halloween,” Randy repeated, “you know what, I like it. I’m in.”

You snapped your neck up to look at him. “What the hell happened to the Do’s and Don’ts of a horror movie? This is easily number one: Don’t split up.”

But Randy only shrugged. “I’m still a virgin, I’m safe.”  

“How about you three idiots stick together,” Tatum gestured to the boys, “and the three of us stick together. Whoever makes it out first gets a prize.”

You and Sid were nodding along to her words, but Stu simply pulled her in for a quick kiss and laughed. “Or we all split up and see where the night takes us.”

“I’m not Lewis and Clark, Stu,” you grumbled, “I had every intention of letting Randy and Sid lead us out of here alive while the rest of us idiots followed.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Billy smirked across at you, “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Sid seemed to still be unsure of the entire situation as she mulled over the suggestion. “Y/N is right, what if people get left behind?”

“It’s corn, not the berlin wall,” Stu pointed out incredulously. “Fucking walk through the stacks until you find an exit if you get too lost.” As if on cue, Stu’s eyes lit up as he noticed one particular bend of the maze that held six different options. With a burst of laughter, he took off running towards it and pointed to his newfound discovery. “If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

You, Sid, and Tatum begrudgingly followed the boys to where Stu now stood giddily beaming across at everyone. “This is a stupid fucking idea,” Tatum grumbled as she took her place in the row beside her boyfriend. “We only brought one flashlight, how do you idiots plan on seeing the route?”

“Here,” Billy gently tossed the flashlight to Tatum and shrugged. “Moon is bright enough for me.”

With another roll of her eyes Tatum flicked the flashlight on and scowled across at her route. “Girls, if you see a flashlight, come to me.”

Stu laughed. “What about me?”

“You lost that right when you agreed to this stupid idea,” she groused. “You’re on your own.”

Grinning – and probably much drunker than he gave himself credit for – Stu rubbed his hands together and began counting down from three.

“You okay to do this, Sid?” You found yourself asking. Her mother had only died a few months prior and the idea of the poor girl meandering around alone in a cornfield sounded barbaric considering what she’d just been through.

“I’m fine,” Sid vowed, “I’ll see you guys soon.”

“It’s okay, Sid,” Randy muttered. “You’re safe, I promise.”

By the time Stu reached one, you took a hesitant step forward and embraced the darkness that surrounded you once you delved further and further down your path. You could hear the footsteps and crunches of the stacks around you as your friends eventually all split up to take their own trail and you swore that you heard Randy bump into Sid a few minutes in, putting you slightly at ease to know she wasn’t going through the maze alone. But, as time went on and you continued to circle the gigantic moonlight maze by yourself, your nerves began to eat away at you.

You weren’t one to scare easy but there was something about being on your own in the middle of a corn maze that was eerily off-putting. You’d seen Children of the Corn one too many times to feel at ease right now and the fact you could only see a few feet in front of you at any given time wasn’t helping one iota.

Hugging your denim jacket tighter around your body, you turned left and were met with a dead end. Groaning, you threw your head back in defeat and turned on your heel to retrace your steps but stopped when you heard a loud snap come from the wall of tall corn stacks before you. Swallowing hard, you narrowed your eyes in an attempt to see through the wall of decaying crop, but it was to no avail.

You couldn’t see a damned thing.

Another snap of a corn stock echoed out before you, making your skin crawl. Why the fuck had you agreed to splitting up? This is exactly how every horror movie you’d ever seen started and sure enough, here you were. About to be killed by a child of the corn on the eve of your favourite holiday.

Another snap.

And then, just as you were prepared to run for your life, a husky raccoon came bounding out of the thick hedge with a mouthful of hard corn. Your scream caught in your throat as you jumped back from the wild animal but, before you could think of bounding away, your back connected into someone’s chest.

With a high-pitched yelp, you turned only to be met with Billy’s wide brown eyes watching your every move. “Hey,” he cooed, reaching across to steady you. “You okay?”

That familiar cologne of his hit you like a tonne of bricks and for just a second, you allowed yourself to get lost in it. You knew that smell well. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up to that smell all over your pillows and sheets, wafting all over your bedroom like a slow mist that never quite subsided. Swallowing hard, you blinked out of your reverie and took an instinctual step back. “I’m fine,” you breathed out, “a racoon just scared me, is all.”

He glanced over your shoulder briefly before those brown pools soaked you in yet again. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “You’ve barely said a word to me all week.”

You offered him a polite smile. “I’m fine, Billy. Just been a busy week. With swimming practice and—”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he muttered, voice strained. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Billy,” you sighed, pinching your brow, “I’m not doing this here. We can’t.”

His brows pulled together and a pained look crossed over his handsome features. “I meant what I said,” he rasped out. “You’re my girl, Y/N.”

“No, see that’s bullshit, Billy,” you bit back, “Sid is your girl. I’m just an easy lay. That’s all I’ve been for the last six months and I can’t do it anymore. I won’t.”

“You can’t believe that,” he stepped towards you and visibly flinched when you stepped back. “Sure, Sid’s a good girl but it’s compli—”

“Complicated,” you choked, “yeah, you’ve mentioned that a few hundred times in the last six months, Billy. And you’re right. It is complicated because me and you are making it complicated. For god’s sake, she’s one of my best friends, Billy. I’m fucking one of my best friends’ boyfriends. Do you get how fucked up that is?”

“Me and Sid are complicated,” he reiterated, ignoring your little tirade entirely. “But me and you, sweetheart, we work. We’ve always worked. You’re it for me. You’re my final girl.”

You shook your head and grabbed his wrist, yanking him closer to you to avoid having one of your friends creep up on the two of you and hear him rambling on. “Jesus, scream it a little louder, moron,” you growled, pulling him into the corner of the maze where the racoon had just jumped out of. “What is wrong with you? Do you want one of them to hear you?”

“I don’t care,” he admitted, “I miss you. I miss feeling you squirm against me when we watch a scary movie. I miss smelling you all over me the next morning. My fucking pillow smells like your shampoo and the fact that you haven’t so much as said a word to me this week is killing me, Y/N.”  

Looking over his shoulder to ensure none of your friends were coming, you nearly hissed as you pulled him further into the thick wall of corn stocks. The tall stacks towered over the two of you and shielded you away from any prying eyes.

“One week, Billy. It’s been one week and it’s hurting you? Try being in love with someone for three fucking years and watching them fall in love with someone else. And then, when he can’t get his whistle wet with his girlfriend, he ends up in your bed.” You ground your teeth together in an effort to control the burst of emotion pounding in your chest. “That is the shit that hurts, Billy. I wasn’t good enough to be your girlfriend, but I was easy enough for you to sleep with and I was so enamoured with you that I was willing to overlook the fact I’m hurting Sid each and every time we do it. I won’t do it anymore.”

The moon managed to seep in through a barren patch of the maze wall and struck Billy in such a way that you lost your breath. Those brown eyes you’d fallen in love with all those years back were glued to your face. He’d always had this air of intensity about him but, right now, looking at the long shadows cast against his face from the illumination of the moon, that intensity had all but dissipated. You’d never seen Billy look more beautiful in your life.

The silence that followed your words was thick and tense, but those damn eyes never left your face. Not even for a second. Slowly, Billy leaned in and, in the softest voice you’d ever heard him speak, he managed to break your heart all over again. “You love me?”

“Oh, shut-up,” you snarled, “like you didn’t know.”

“How the fuck would I have known that?” he whispered, taking a step closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?” You snapped. “Billy, you have a girlfriend. I’m already fucking you, what am I going to do? Confess all of this in between sucking your dick and packing up before Sidney catches wind of us?”

“Don’t cheapen it,” he cautioned, “not when it comes to us.”

“There is no ‘us’, Billy!” You reminded him. “There is a you and there is a Sidney. Then there is me.”

“Fuck Sidney,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “And don’t act like it’s only been sex between us.”

You snorted. “Maybe the odd movie, sure.”

Anger flickered across his face as he took another step closer, backing you into a particularly sturdy corn stock. This was a side of Billy you rarely saw, this unhinged almost animalistic side that came out when his emotions got too overwhelming. You’d seen this look only once before. It was few weeks into your sneaky little affair when Billy had snuck in through your bedroom window with red, bloodshot eyes and bleeding knuckles. It was the night his mother had left, and he’d just had lost a one-sided fight with the brick wall of his house.

“You were there for me when nobody else was,” he leaned his forehead against yours and you watched the muscle in his cheek clench several times over as he chewed on his words. “When my mother left, you were the one that was there for me. Not Sidney, not my father – you.” You felt his hands trail up your jean-clad hips before guiding your hips towards the thick corn stock behind you. You should have pushed him away, stuck to your guns, and ran off to find the rest of your friends. But, you couldn’t. Not with Billy looking at you the way he was.

“Billy,” you tried, but there was no conviction behind it. “I meant what I said.”

“Which part?” He asked. “When you said you loved me or when you said you couldn’t do this anymore.”  

“Both,” you told him. “Sidney’s a good friend and—”

A growl escaped his throat as he shut his eyes, but he never stepped away. With his forehead still leaning against yours, it was as though he was afraid to break contact in fear of losing you all over again. “Can we not talk about Sid for one goddamn second?” He took a few even breaths before those brown eyes opened back up, capturing your gaze instantly. “I love you.”

“Don’t,” you warned him. This time it was your turn to shut your eyes as the pain of hearing those three little words sliced you from stem to stern. “That’s not fair, Billy.”

“What? You don’t believe me?” You felt his hands slither up the side of your waist and up the length of your body until they cradled your face. “Look at me.”

“No,” you griped, “to both of your questions. Don’t say shit you don’t mean, not when it comes to that. It’s cruel.”

His calloused thumb danced across the apple of your cheek. “Look at me,” he demanded, barely above a whisper. “Sweetheart, look at me.” Frowning, you opened your eyes but remained silent. Bumping your nose with his, Billy pushed your hair back and away from your face and shook his head. “I fucking love you.”

“You’re with Sidney,” you reminded him, sounding like a broken record. “If you loved me, we wouldn’t be hiding in the middle of a goddamn corn maze while our friends blindly stumble around looking for the exit.”

“Stu knows,” he admitted. “And when it’s a good time, so will everyone else.”

“Colour me shocked,” you rolled your eyes. “Stu knows everything.”

“You think I don’t want to parade you all over town?” Billy questioned. “I get so heated when I see Randy or any of those goons on the football team flirt with you. I want you every second of the day.”

You swallowed hard. “Then please, Billy, just be honest with me. Tell me why things are so fucking complicated with Sid? I get break-ups are hard but cheating on her isn’t the answer.”

Billy was truly torn as he took in the desperation in your eyes. Things with Sid were complicated but not in the way you thought they were. There were no feelings involved with Sid, at least not the romantic kind, but there was no chance in hell he was divulging his plans with Sidney. Not with you. He couldn’t stomach the idea of losing you knowing full-well you’d try and sway him on it. Or worse. What if you went to the police about it? What if you tried to stop him? No. He wasn’t getting you involved. You were the one person in his life who hadn’t let him down and he was hell-bent on doing the same for you.

The less you knew, the better.

“Just give me some time, alright?” He pleaded, grabbing your hands to ghost his lips across your knuckles. “She’s still dealing with the loss of her mother. I can’t spring a break-up on her, too. Not yet. But soon,” he kissed your hand, “I promise.”

“I don’t want to hurt her any more than we already have, Billy,” you told him, “we could end this here and now and then when you do break-up, we can continue whatever the hell this is. But we shouldn’t d—”

Before you could say another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Everything about this man was electric and despite everything –  the guilt, the secrets, all of it – the way his lips seemed to mould against yours so perfectly, stopped you dead in your tracks. Placing sloppy kisses down from your mouth and along your jaw, Billy nipped at your ear. “I really do fucking love you.”

You leaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he continued his assault down your jaw towards your neck where he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh. “You give me a fucking hickey and you’re dead,” you chastised breathlessly. When he responded with a gentle bite, you gave his hair another gentle tug. “I mean it, Loomis.”

Pulling back from your neck, you were met with one of Billy’s rare but genuine grins. He was all teeth as he leaned his forehead against yours again, scraping his thumbnail gently across your cheek as he fought to catch his breath. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Your girlfriend would beg to differ, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Groaning quietly at the mess you and Billy had created for yourselves, you reached up and pushed a strand of his brown hair back and away from his face. “We should go,” you told him. “Before anyone besides Stu finds us.”

Giving you one final peck, he nodded in agreement and pushed a few stocks aside for you to escape from. Before you stepped out of the covering, however, Billy reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I promise, Y/N, everything is going to work out for us.”

Giving him a small, resigned smile, you leaned in and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. “I’ll leave my bedroom window open tonight,” you told him. “Do what you will with that information.”

Billy watched you disappear back into the maze with a shit-eating grin on his face. God, he was in deep with you. Too deep, perhaps, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not yet, at least. For now, he had you back and he had no intention of letting you go again.

part two HERE

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WAIT WAIT HOLD ON A MINUTE HERE

ABOMINATIONS HAVE DIGESTIVE SYSTEMS??? AND ORGANS????!!!!!!

1] Why would a creature have lungs and stuff if it's just made of goo. Maybe they're not just made of goo and eyeballs after all?

1b] If they have this much inside of them, then maybe they even have a brain (what's that oval thing in the head?). If they have a brain then perhaps they also have thoughts and feelings. I will end this point by showing the jury three seperate images of abominations behaving oddly free-willed like:

a) laughing abomination b) janitor abominations looking at Amity when she appears above the stage c) abominations simply almost always looking sad and sweating (Is there a reason for this?)

2] Amity Blight, abominations student and daughter of the inventor behind Blight Industries, which makes abominations... believes wholeheartedly that abominations do not eat. So much so that she will launch herself onto a table in the school cafeteria, strangle an abomination in front of her fellow students, and use the fact that she saw Luz eat food, to attempt to prove that she couldn't be an abomination. But it looks like she's wrong about that, because if abominations cannot eat, then WHAT'S WITH THE STOMACH AND INTESTINE-SHAPED DRAWINGS IN THOSE ABOMINATION DIAGRAMS, MISS BLIGHT

(this is actually my second post about "what if the abominations secretly have feelings but we don't know yet": the first is here :) I have been w o n d e r i n g about these abominations...)

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The great escape

oh boy oh boy, it’s here! The sequelette! For those who don’t know, this is a small follow up to my story ‘Inquisitive obsessions’ So if you want the full story, go read that first. This one won’t be overtly Yandere, but I still hope you guys have fun with it.

CW: lotsa pregnancy talk in this one. I’m not that knowledgeable of the topic, so likely gonna have some shoddy parts.

Ever since you had met Illumi, your life had changed forever. You didn't notice it at first, too caught up in being in a relationship to remember seeing him lurking outside your house after a date, or to remember the pair of underwear you'd randomly lost despite seeing them on your bathroom floor right before you went to bed that night. It was only after that brightly colored, card-slinging maniac, who you later found out was named Hisoka, murdered the butlers Illumi had set as your prison guards and then tried to 'introduce himself to you' as if he hadn't just slaughtered other humans like cattle that it finally really set in how deep of trouble you were in. Luckily, you had run to the bathroom as if to throw up and then slipped out of your bathroom window to run for help. Unluckily, Illumi was swift to find you. After that, the 'honeymoon phase' violently ended.

Of course, after kidnapping getting you safely to his family home, Illumi didn't explain anything you asked him about, your life couldn't be that easy, but you had your suspicions that a lot of the weird occurrences you'd been faced with before properly meeting him could be placed at his feet. However, you were in no place to investigate or try to escape. You were taken to the main house, situated in Illumi's bedroom, and almost never alone after that. If Illumi wasn't showering you with gifts, compliments, and cuddles, his mother was eager to befriend you, snatching you up from the halls at the rare times you were permitted to walk the home alone to have tea and tell you all about her plans for you and her son's marriage, or the baby. You hated it, and you were noticeably miserable.

Because of that, Illumi did his best to make you happy, distracting you with talk of baby names, wedding details, your hobbies, anything he could think of to try and make you happy. And it would work for a while, you'd get swept up in his charms and melt into his touch when he cuddled up to you at night, but not too long after, you'd crash again. You'd given up on trying to escape, you'd been driven up to the estate, so you knew how big the mountain was and just how hopelessly trapped you really were, but you would still sob, smack and try to hit the long-haired assassin, and just try to get away from him, even though he never let you leave his sight for fear of 'the baby being harmed.

' As the days passed, you did eventually settle into your predicament, though there was always an intense urge to run if you got the chance. You played along with Kikyo, let Illumi love on you and be excited for the baby, and learned how to not only cope with the fear you now felt towards your 'fiance,' but avoid the brunt of Illumi's manipulative powers, mostly by avoiding looking into his dark, soulless eyes, which would leave you groggy and with static for thoughts. He wasn't a fan of that, but he remained unreadable and cold, never laying a hand on you or showing aggression towards you to avoid stressing you out. He treated you like the world's most fragile porcelain doll because of your pregnancy. That one odd behavior at least got explained though, so that was progress.          "I'm very well trained to fight, so I'm very strong. You...are very much so not." It wasn't much, but considering the most you'd gotten out of him when you'd tried to question him before was some form of topic change, you took it. Either way though, you were thankful that he treated you so delicately, because you didn't want to think of the possible alternatives. On the bright side though, your reluctant acceptance did open up more freedoms to you. Mainly, it was the freedom to talk to a single person outside of the Zoldyck family when Illumi was off on jobs, but once he was home that freedom was taken away again. Thankfully though, that wasn't your only freedom, you also got to go along with a butler to shop in town. Of course, Illumi or Kikyo came with, hovering protectively nearby while you walked the town's shops, getting exercise and socialization under the watchful eye of your fiance or karen-like mother-in-law. Illumi usually spent your time out trailing behind you like a ghost, helping when he felt you couldn't do something alone, but otherwise leaving you to do whatever you needed while always feeling his eyes on you. At the very least, you could somewhat ignore him and maybe even...pretend to be normal while he was being protective, unlike his mother, who would never leave you alone when out, and was all around demanding and very hard to miss. It was a brief reprieve from the insanity, but it was welcome. However, that was just it. A brief escape. Whenever you returned to the car you were reminded that you really had been snatched from your home by your boyfriend and pushed into a marriage you didn't want. Finally though, on a particularly cold late-winter night almost three months after your engagement, as you laid in bed with Illumi, staring at the wall with his arm wrapped securely around your midsection and his forehead resting between your shoulder blades, you decided to try a pretty risky ask. You didn't expect him to agree, but you couldn't deal with him lingering around you anymore. It was worth a shot.          "I-Illumi," you croaked, your voice quiet and almost strangled with anxiety and fear, but you forced yourself onwards after he hummed in acknowledgement, "Tomorrow, could I maybe go out alone? O-or at least only with a butler?" you squeaked, your stomach twisting with nerves as you waited the excruciatingly long moments it took for him to ponder your request and reply with no sign to give away his feelings.          "Why?" He asked, and you were really missing the days where he put feeling into his words. His monotonous, unreadable voice gave you anxiety.         "I..." You took a deep breath to steady your quivering voice, deciding honesty was safest, "I'm still scared of you after you got so aggressive when I told you I was pregnant, and...um, y-your mom is...kinda smothering." Your voice died with each word after 'and', but he still heard you. There was another stretch of silence before he hummed,         "Fine, but if you misbehave in any way on this trip, you won't leave the house for the rest of your pregnancy." He warned, and you didn't need him to emote to know he was deathly serious, so you simply nodded and thanked him before curling up and trying your best to sleep. When morning came, you were sure to be on your best behavior while Illumi arranged a butler to take you into town. You'd only get an hour to do whatever you wanted, but it was maybe your only chance to leave the mountain without the manipulative predator who called himself your fiance breathing down your neck. So, when it finally came time for you to leave, you gave the assassin a kiss on the cheek before you left. With that, you had a long car ride with no looming threat or awkward, prying conversations, just peace, quiet, and a lovely view of trees drifting by outside of the car window along the way. It ended up being so peaceful, that you fell asleep for most of the ride, only waking when the driver hit a bump in the road and jolted you out of your dreams and into a slightly panicked state. Instantly putting you on edge as you expected to be faced with Illumi beside you, watching you blankly, or your mother-in-law trying to feel the small bump beginning to show on your belly for the umpteenth time that day. But, when you opened your (e/c) eyes and gave a frantic scan of the backseat, neither were there. You're safe. They're back at the estate. You told yourself, taking a few deep breaths to slow your thundering heart. You finally had no murderous assassin of any sort nearby. You were 2 hours away from the estate, a total of at least 4 from the main house. You soon realized, you could run. Do you really want to live life in terror? Being used as a broodmare and watching your baby be turned into a small Illumi? The braver, more realistic voice in your head whispered while you watched trees zoom by through the car window, but he's a dangerous man. He found you when you ran the first time, do you think you could get away a second time? And STAY away? the more fearful inner voice piped up, but at the thought of possibly being free that first voice won out. Because of that, you knew in an instant that you were already at a point of no return if you even began this path, but you were also determined to not be trapped in a fearful marriage, watching your child suffer. So, you curled up and covertly unlaced your shoe lace, a small luxury you'd gotten to sooth one of your earlier melt downs about being trapped in such a restrictive relationship, than, you struck. In a flash, you coiled the lace around your hands and looped it over the driver's seat and the butler's throat. You put your foot against the back of the seat and felt hot tears burn your eyes in both terror and instant regret as the car skidded to a halt so the butler could try to fight for his life. However, while the help had been trained to be demons in their own right, you somehow managed to overpower his frantic attempts to free himself with your own frantic, shakey, teary-eyed strength. You were hysterical as you did it, but you  successfully strangled the poor butler after an excruciatingly long time.          "ohgodimsosorry," you wept as you scrambled to the front seat and pushed the body out onto the deserted road, fighting the urge to vomit just yet as you took his place. You then had to scrub your eyes three times before your vision was clear enough for you to drive, but even after calming down a bit, your breaths were still raking through your chest, and you could already feel a headache coming from the intensity of your sobs as you drove into the town and repeatedly plead for forgiveness for the murder. However, when you found a bus stop, you scraped up your composure and did your best to hide just how distraught you were. Luckily, the clerk was an angel, getting you a ticket for free when they saw just how dishevelled and snivelling you were, deducing correctly that you needed help and doing their best to assist. So, you got a cup of water and clutched your ticket like a child protecting their lollipop from a greedy sibling, settled inside and out of view to await the bus and calm down. That was when you got the call. The phone ringing sent an icy hot bolt of primal terror through your body, but you bit that back and went ahead and answered it with shaking hands, (e/c) eyes blurring with tears again when you heard the sickly familiar indifferent voice on the other end of the line,           "(y/n)," Illumi said, not even sounding pissed, just slightly bored, as if he'd expected this. "I understand you are scared about all of the changes and are somewhat sensitive right now, but I cannot let you leave. Please return home before I have to come collect you." Just like that, the rabid courage that gave you that first push of determination was wiped away like a leaf in a tornado. After all, it was so much easier to make an escape when Illumi wasn't looming over you, but now that he was talking to you, knowing damned well what you were up to, you had the powerful urge to burst into tears and drive back to the Zoldyck estate. No! This is the exact reason you were such easy prey for him in the first place! that courageous voice pointed out, essentially slapping some sense into you as you swallowed your sobs and those submissive urges, this is your one chance! if you go back, he's never going to leave you alone for a SECOND. Run! This is your only chance! With that last point, you gulped down breaths, steeling your nerves before speaking at last          "No." You croaked, your voice barely a whisper, but you still sensed the switch in Illumi's mood when he heard,              "(y/n). Come home. Right. Now. You won't like it if I have to come and get you." he said, his voice finally changing from flat and bored, to dripping with a threat as his mask cracked and his anger slipped through so clearly you could almost feel him grabbing you by the throat, but you saw your bus beginning to load, so you had to make a snap judgement as quickly as Illumi's emotional outburst passed and he returned to indifference.             "Listen, I'm trying my best to not be terrifying or anything, but I'd be a horrible hu-" You hung up on him and tossed the phone out of the window once you'd gotten onto the bus and it had begun the journey down the road. Something about that single, simple action felt more like throwing one of your shackles out of the window instead of a phone.

[gigiwritess]

— prompt & trope list  —

p r o m p t & trope l i s t  —   m a s t e r l i s t

 — under the cut you have a compilation of prompts and tropes I’ve created and found here on Tumblr and internet. 

— don’t forget to check my fandoms post to see who and what I write for!

TROPES

1. Christmas

2. New Year

3. Valentine’s Day

4. Mother’s Day

5. Father’s Day

6. Wedding

7. Arranged marriage

8. Babysitter

9. Coffee shop

10. Book store

11. Fake dating/marriage

12. Forbidden love

13. Pet store

14. Parent

15. Teacher

16. Flower shop

17. Locked in a room

18. Bed sharing

19. Stranded due to weather

20. Next door neighbors

21. Bakery

FLUFF/GENERAL/ROMANCE

1. You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type. 2. Oh my god, did you just say that out loud? 3. You expecting someone? 4.Do you need a place to stay for tonight? 5. Look at us, we’re basically a couple already. 6. Compliments won’t pay my drinks. 7. Maybe, just maybe, if I get a free drink I might consider talking to you. 8. That won’t work. Try again. 9. You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions. 10. Do you trust me? 11. Can I kiss you? 12. It’s lonely here without you. 13. Is that my shirt? 14. You own my heart. 15. We’re more than friends and you know it! 16. I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight. 17. It was you the whole time. 18. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you. 19. I’m not going anywhere. 20. You make me want things I can’t have. 21. Steal the blankets again and I’ll put my cold feet on you. 22. You’re in love with her. 23. I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge. 24. Are you even listening to me?! 25. I didn’t think you could get any less romantic. 26. You make everyday worth living. 27. You’ve shown me what love feels like. 28. You’ve always felt like home. 29. I can’t imagine a world/life without you. 30. I am home. 31. I’m right where I belong. 32. Can’t you stay a little longer? 33. You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to. 34. You make me want to be better. 35. I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me. 36. I think you’re just afraid to be happy. 37. Why haven’t you kissed me already? 38. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. 39. I can’t stay away from you. 40. I’m better when I’m with you. 41. I tried my best not to feel anything for you, but I failed. 42. I don’t want to be alone right now.  43. I don’t trust myself around you. 44. I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before. 45. Can we just lie here for a moment? 46. I’ve never hated you. You just... make me feel things I don’t understand. 47. If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you. 48. I could get used to waking up next to you, actually. 49. Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry. 50. You’re a terrible liar. 51. You’re the only person I want to be with tonight. 52. You’re not going anywhere. 53. You were always good for me. 54. You’re more than just a one night stand. 55. I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.

ANGST & SAD

1. I can’t stand the thought of you. 2. Don’t fuck this up. 3. How stupid do you think I am? 4. You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry? 5. Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now. 6. I’m dying. There’s nothing you can do about it. 7. I’m not gonna lie. This isn’t how I planned for this to go down. 8. I can’t do the things you do. 9. I might never get another chance to say this. 10. Tell me I’m wrong. 11. How much of that did you hear? 12. I thought I could trust you. 13. Are you just going to leave me here? 14. Don’t. I don’t have to hear your pathetic excuses anymore. 15. You knew about this all along, didn’t you? 16. I still believe there’s a good person in you. 17. It was necessary. 18. I’m sorry this had to go down like this. 19. What the hell is wrong with you?! 20. Is that how little you think of me? 21. I’m too sober for this shit. 22. It’s not that easy. 23. You’re more than that. 24. She’s hot, but she’s evil. 25. Well, behaved women rarely make history, do they? 26. That’s not what I meant and you know it. 27. I have to tell you something. 28. Why am I not surprised? 29. She’s not yours. 30. There’s no us. There never was. 31. I made a mistake. 32. Please, don’t walk out that door. 33. When were you going to tell me? 34. The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you. 35. Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds? 36. If i asked you to stay, would you? 37. I don’t know who you are anymore. 38. I trusted you. 39. Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing. 40. You crossed a line. 41. There’s no turning back from this. 42. I needed you, and you weren’t there.

SMUT — 18+

1. Don’t make me take you home and punish you. 2. I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly. 3. You’re more than just a one night stand. 4. Like what you see? 5. Try to stay quiet, understand? 6. We’re in public, you know. 7. I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now. 8. Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop. 9. Make me. 10. Stop teasing me so much. 11. You’re in trouble now. 12. First one to make a noise loses. 13. Mine. 14. Behave. 15. What did you just say? 16. Come here. 17. Watch me. 18. If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god. 19. If you insist. 20. Could he make you feel as good as i do? 21. You make a sound and its game over. 22. If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week. 23. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet. 24. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working. 25. What? Does that feel good? 26. If we get caught i’m blaming you. 27. We have to be quiet. 28. Tell me again. 29. Say it. 30. If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning? 31. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole. 32. You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll. 33. I really want to kiss you right now. 34. Then do it. 35. You’re not taking me to bed. Ever. 36. Who said it had to be on the bed? 37. She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips. 38. Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. Thats cute. 39. Don’t fucking touch what is not yours. 40. I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not. 41. There’s people here. 42. I don’t care what you do,  just fuck me. 43. Fuck you. 44. I’m not going to touch you unless you beg. 45. You can’t tease me like that and expect not to be punished. 46. I’m gonna strangle you. 47. Is that a promise? 48. You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later? 49. Stop distracting me. 50. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that. 51. Saddle up doll. 52. What are you doing in my bed?! 53. If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat. 54. You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are. 55. Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking. 56. I can't wait to be on my knees for you later. 57. Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me. 58. If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself. 59. Such a needy little thing, aren't you? 60. You better watch your fucking mouth. 61. I love the way you look with my fingers inside you. 62. Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this? 63. I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now. 64. Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting. 65. If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I'm going to bend you over that bed. 66. I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me. 67. Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules. 68. You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.

[2-cute-4-school]

NCT Dream reaction : you give them a handmade gift

M.list

Genre : fluff fluff fluff

Word count : 2.5K words

Mark Lee

*sigh* my overworked baby, SM pls let him rest

he probably forgets to eat from time to time or just doesn’t time to

which breaks your poor little heart :<

so when Mark stays in the recording room until late in the night once again, you don’t go to him empty handed

you go to him with a handful of homemade cookies!!! ヽ(^◇^*)/

when you enter the studio, Mark’s slumped figure immediately straightens up, tired eyes lighting up at the sight of you

he turns in his chair and stretched out his arms to you with a puppy face and your heart :((( just :((((( melts :(((((((((( wow mark no need to kill us all with your babie culture

but who are you to say no to this angel with somewhat less appropriate thoughts but you didn’t hear this from me so you don’t hesitate to walk into his open arms

he lays his head on your stomach, nuzzling into you and cuddling up to you like a clingy koala bear as you run your fingers comfortingly through his hair, lightly massaging his head 

with the serene atmosphere you almost forgot why you came so you pulled away from Mark, your heart clenching at his whine and bring the bag with the cookies out of your backpack and thrust it in his hands

he looks from you to the bag and back with eyes so wide and innocent your brain almost short circuited at the utter cuteness

he digs into it once you prompt him to, a soft ‘woah’ coming out from him once he was hit with the sight of freshly baked cookies

“daaamn these are so good, babe” your eyes shine with pride

as he sticks one in his mouth, munching delighted at it (◠‿◠✿) , he grabs you with an arm, sitting you on his lap like a baby that you are and prodding your lips with another cookie he grabbed out of the bag

“oh no, I made these for you, I don’t-”

he doesn’t let you finish your sentence as he pushes the cookie in your mouth, watching you fondly as you start munching on it and patting your head with a gentle hand

“you’re so much cuter when you’re not nagging”

*GASP*

the Disrespect

Huang Renjun

this baby probably also showers you in his own gifts such as paintings or drawing of you sooo

it’s only proper that you also gist him something made by you (°∀°)

you work your cute ass off to perfect the most adorable Moomin key-chain you can come up with *huff* 

the day you finally deem it good enough to be shown to the top artist Huang Renjun you sweat buckets as you approach him

Renjun is busy on his iPad as you paddle over to him and stick the key-chain in his face with a dumb but proud smile “here”

Renjun turns to you with a blank face “what is this?”

●‿●

when I tell you the blood drained from your face and you died 50 times internally, your soul just left your body and you saw your life flash before your eyes ‘well life was good, time to say goodbye eyy’

you manage a loud and definitely not artificial laugh

“HAHAHA JUST AN UGLY THING I made I MEAN FOUND HAha ʰᵃ!!! Hey doesn’t it look like you in the morning?!” 

that’s when you knew you gotta bolt the scene

but Renjun of course couldn’t let your embarrassment end there the grumpy little gremlin

he snatched the keychain from you and curled his other hand around you, gluing you to his side and you froze as you looked into his sparkly wide eyes ( Renjun’s eyes are galaxies fite me )

“you made this for me?”

“uh yeah” 

warning : you were strangled to death by Renjun who deemed that a simple ‘thank you’ just couldn’t suffice, you had to die asphyxiated by his bear hug

“thank u thank u thank it’s so cute, I love it so much! I love you so much!!!”

“do you love me more than Moomin?”

warning 2 : he threw you away faster than he captured you in his deathly cute hug

“know your place, no. 2″

(¤﹏¤)

Lee Jeno

so Jeno is just a biiiiit upset at you maybe

okay maybe a bit more than just a bit

because you might or might have not broken his favorite cup which, mind you, was also a gift from you, when you were at the dorms

so now this overgrown baby gives you THE stinky eye and makes sarcastic and grumpy remarks with any chance he gets

and honesty as much as you love him, you’re ABSOLUTELY DONE with his pettiness :’)

that’s how you find yourself seated at your desk with a blank cup, acrylic watercolors and brushes spread everywhere as you squeeze every ounce of willpower to finish what you started

so after 2 mental breakdown, painted fingers and a veryyy dirty desk, you finished painting a cute design on Jeno’s new cup

you let it dry and didn’t waste another second to bring it to Jeno who still sulked at the dorms

once you were let inside, you trudged over to Jeno who was sat at the couch, refusing to get up and greet you with kisses as he usually did and slammed the cup on the coffee table in front of him

his frown turned into a confused puppy face so fast his duality amazed you once again, he lifted the cup gently, running the tips of his fingers gently over the paintings you worked so hard to complete for him

“are you still mad, nono?”

his silence was quite unnerving as you started to tire yourself out, your voice weakened by worry, but he lifted his head, looking at you with eyes so soft your heart fluttered wildly in your chest

“mad? you-you did this for me and you think I’m mad?”

he put the cup down much gentler than you and stood up from his seat, engulfing you in his arms, one of his hands squeezing you impossibly close to him and the other one cradling your head to his chest

“I think I just fell in love with you once again”

“if you fall in love just from a painted cup I should be more careful when I leave you alone”

he chuckled at your witty remark, kissing the side of his neck

once you broke apart, he placed his new favorite cup on the highest shelf and turned to you with a shit-eating grin

“i’ll put this here so maybe you won’t break this one too”

“sleep with an eye open tonight, lee” (☉‿☉✿)

Lee Donghyuck

so another overworked baby of mine bless his soul

his schedule is so packed so even though he’d cuddle with you until the end of times you actually didn’t get to do that as often as you’d like

and we all know how whiny lil cutie baby Haechanie can get when he doesn’t get what he wants :’))))

and since unfortunately you can’t be beside him all of the time like he wants you to, you decide the next best thing : you knit him a scarf !! you even stuck a tag made out of a soft material with a drawing of a smiley sun to one end of the scarf

he looks so shocked when you skip into his room and lovingly strangle him with the scarf

and you swear you could see his eyes glisten when you tell him you made it yourself and he remembers the bandaids that seemed to grow in number every day which you always shrugged of when he asked

although the tears may be from the lack of air  ��\_(ツ)_/¯

n e way, he looks so thankful as he wordlessly cradles your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and taking the time to litter kisses over every single one of your small injuries, whispering a soft ‘i love you’ at the end

you swear your heart runs leaps through your rib cage

he just loves you so so much and would appreciate anything you give him 

you bring his face back up and press a huge *smooch* on his lips and you both giggle in between your kisses

why so cute you lovebirds?!?

he brings the scarf everywhere he goes, to the dorms, to every show, concert, whenever he travels somewhere, no matter the season

it becomes his lucky charm

once, Renjun sends you a picture of your Hyuckie sleeping cuddled up to the scarf, his nose nuzzled into it

“you know I won’t let him forget about this. EVER” you smirk at Renjun’s text, typing back a reply

“pls do” ( ಠ◡ಠ )

Na Jaemin

this sweet boi hold close to his heart anything you give him

so there’s literally no reason to stress over the bracelet you decided to craft for him

but you being you of course you want to rip your hair out every time something doesn’t go your way ah the levels of patience are definitely soaring through the roof

you even swallowed your pride and asked Jeno for help (read as used him as a puppet) so you were sure you’d get the right size

so after doubting the colors, patterns, material, your entire life choices, you asked Jaemin to close his eyes the next time you met up

with extra shaky fingers, you wrapped the bracelet around his wrist and fumbled to tie it properly

“I’m not getting any younger over here, y/n”

“shut up, mommy jaemie”

he managed to slap the back of your head even with his eyes closed (>‘o’)>

so when you finally tied a sturdy knot with your chicken fingers, you let him open his eyes and beach let me tell you the way his entire face broke into a smile at the sight of the pretty bracelet around your wrist

the sun seemed to pale in comparison with his precious smile, jaemin lights up the world no question, there’s no way you can convince me otherwise

“oh my God, my baby spent time making me such a pretty gift, I must have saved a country in my previous life, come here, let me smooch you into next week (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ “

so that’s how you ended up trapped in Jaemin’s embrace FOREVER

he kept on complimenting you the entire day and made it his mission to boast to every member he could get is hands on about his pretty gift made by his even prettier baby, he’s such a sucker for you no joke whipped culture right here m’am

“Jaemin, the the threads are getting dirty, don’t you think it’s time to take it off-?”

“I’ll die wearing this ʘ‿ʘ“

Zhong Chenle

among all of his ultra expensive things he has, he is dead sure that you’re the most precious in his life

he often told you he’d give up every penny in his bank and all his fame as long as he got to keep you by his side

he regarded you as a ray of warm light when the world left him cold and he swore he’d fight off anything and anyone who dared to hurt you

so this is how he found himself a bit confused and extremely guilty over how he is supposed to fight himself, watch and learn baby

he never meant to upset you, especially over something you poured your blood, sweat and tears into perfecting it just for him

sure, you were aware the Chinese patters you sewed carefully into a pristine white material weren’t perfect, but the way he laughed in you face once you offered it to him toppled your negative emotions over

he wasn’t aware that you sewed it yourself when he made fun of it

“jeez, where did you get this from, Y/N, the clownery fair? even though you should report them for to costumer protection for its ugliness”

“maybe I should report you for being a bitchy prick” ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

you glare at him and storm away, slamming the door

chenle, the most oblivious and babiest boyfriend : (Θ︹Θ)ს well shit

but of course you couldn’t stay mad at him for long when he sweet talked his way back into your good side basically every minute of the day after finding out from Renjun (this angry angel helped you bless his soul) how hard you worked to sew that

so even though you’re still sulking a lil bit

you accept to come over at his house and as soon as you enter his room you’re shook

where one of his posters once hung above his bed now stood your sewing project proudly

you stared in awe like （’◎’）

“but I though you said it’s ugly”

“that’s before I knew it’s made by you. Anything you did is directly promoted to gorgeous, admirable, incomparable-”

ヾ(＠⌒▽⌒＠)ﾉ

3 weeks later while cuddling 

you : *GASP* “I’m so sorry for calling you a bitchy prick, baby”

Park Jisung

he is a giant as much as he is a baby and you agree with me even if you don’t 

babies are fascinated by almost anything, especially colorful things

which means Jisung is also fascinated by colorful things ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

so when you met and you pulled out a few origami figures of different, lively colors, Jisung : (✪㉨✪)

“woah, how did you do these?”

“they’re like basic origami figurines”

if he wasn’t amazed enough already

when you picked up a purple frog and pressed on its bottom and it jumped, Jisung jumped up with it

“WOAH, how did you do THAT?”

you didn’t have the heart to break his innocent awe and tell him it didn’t take longer than 5 minutes to make that frog

so you just settled for a shrug and a simple

“magic, Jisung, magic”

at that, he straightens up in his seat, his awestruck expression fading into a serious one as he grips your shoulders tightly （´＿｀）

“you’ve been lying to me, haven’t you?” ~(｡☉︵ ಠ@)>

“what do you mean, sungie?”

“you’re a wizard!!!!!!!!!”

*facepalm* *internal sigh* *whale noises because cuteness levels are just too high* 

“uh, yeah sure, baby, whatever floats your boat”

you try to turn away to hide your growing smile, but jisung isn’t having it

“no, you can’t leave me like this!! teach me!!!1!”

he grips your sleeve and looks at you with such wide innocent eyes as if you’re another wonder of the world and you swear you melt on the spot

“well, you know, my services aren’t free” (¬‿¬)

“what do you want?”

“kisses?” ( jisung shutting down )

“k-kisses? kisses??!? i mean *clears throat and buffs up* yeah sure, that’s all? i can do kisses” ( this baby blushed after only mentioning it but okay boss baby go off I guess ) (*~▽~)

he could’t even be disappointed when he found out origami was nowhere near to magic when you spoiled him with kithes all evening *cue a red Jisungie*

[jamesfvckingpotter]

Possessive Remus pt. 2

s o , I decided to write a part two to my possessive Remus one shot, because why not-

read part one here:

cw: sexual content

enjoy, you horny bitches

• After Remus had left for the dorm, James and Peter were left to stare at Sirius, their expressions slowly changing from shocked, to amused and teasing.

• After what felt like half an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, Sirius had finally regained himself enough to speak up, though still with red cheeks and a stuttering voice.

• "I.. I'm just gonna- uhm.. good.. good seeing you two, but I should probably- right, uh yeah"

• He kept looking between his friends and the stairs, pointing at the place where Remus had just walked away, and it was everything James could do to not burst out laughing at his awkward and obviously still aroused friend.

• "What's that Pads? Somewhere you need to be?" James was looking at him with a smug grin on his face, but there was too much blood that had left Sirius' brain, occupied elsewhere at the moment, for him to really care about telling him to fuck off.

• Instead he just stared at them with a blank look on his face, before simply turning around and climbing the stairs, not even caring about the laughter of his friends. He went to open the door to their dorm and the last thing he heard before stepping in and closing it again, were James and Peter. ("How long do you think we'll be locked out of there?" "In the state he's in? Five minutes at most.")

• "Moony?" Sirius walked into the room, looking around for his boyfriend. When he didn't get a response, he went to Remus' bed, intending to pull open the curtains and find him. Before he could do so however, he heard a soft chuckle coming from his own bed.

• Turning around, Sirius saw the taller boy on his bed, book in his hand, looking at him with a slight smile on his face. He had pulled off his tie and made himself comfortable, and just seeing him like that already made Sirius feel drunk with anticipation.

• So, when Remus beckoned for him to come, you can't blame him for practically tripping over his own feet in his haste to move to the bed.

• Remus, putting his book away, laughed, and held out his hands to steady Sirius, before moving them to the back of his thighs and pulling him onto his lap. "Hello, love," he said, and, upon glancing down, he added: "having a little problem, I see?" Sirius tried his best to grind down on Remus, but the latter held a firm grip on hips, preventing him from doing so. "Rem, please, you can't just- you can't just do that. Making me hard and then fucking.. just fucking leaving! You can't-"

• But he was cut off by his boyfriend suddenly throwing him off of his lap and onto his back on the mattress, shifting so that he was now hovering over him. He ground his hips down once, causing Sirius to throw his head back, before stilling completely, making sure to not give the shorter boy any of the friction he was after.

• "I can't? Are you trying to tell me," he started, putting his thumb on Sirius' lower lip, opening it slightly, "what I can and cannot do?" Sirius' only response was a small sound in the back of his throat. "Sorry, what was that love?" "n- no, no" Remus smiled, "That's what I thought. I actually believed my actions to be quite justified. Clearly, you and that girl were getting along quite nicely. Wouldn't have wanted to take too much of your time from her." he mused.

• "Moons, she's not- we weren't-", Sirius fell silent, not able to find the words to explain to Remus how crazy he was for thinking Sirius could ever want that girl, or any girl, when he, Remus fucking Lupin, was right there.

• Remus, however, took this silence for something else, and his eyes became hard, challenging. Before Sirius could process what was happening, Remus had muttered a quick, wandless spell, ridding Sirius of his clothes. Placing his hands above his boyfriend's head, he lowered himself until his forehead was mere inches from Sirius'.

• "Do you really think she could make you feel the way I do pads?" By this time, Sirius was a shivering mess underneath him. Remus starting placing open-mouthed kisses down his neck and chest, looking up at Sirius, before finally taking one of his nipples in his mouth, causing Sirius to cry out because of the much needed stimulation.

• "Do you think she could make you scream like that?" Remus asked, before continuing the task at hand, swirling his tongue around sirius' nipple and using his hand to roll the other one. Sirius arched his back under his boyfriend's touch, eyes closing and moaning loudly, and fuck, if Remus didn't love that.

• "So good baby, always so good for me" Remus started working his way down lower and lower while Sirius gasped. "Just for you re-" Remus smiled at that and looked up slightly, his eyes locking with Sirius', and his dick gave a twitch when he saw the completely blissed and fucked-out look in them.

• Finally Remus' mouth arrived at the place Sirius wanted, no, needed him the most. He started placing light kisses on Sirius' thighs, still avoiding his hard length, much to the shorter boy's dismay.

• "Re.. Moons, please, please, I need you-", Sirius was long past the point of caring about his dignity and pride, he was desperate and painfully hard and just needed Remus to take his goddamn cock in his mouth.

• But then Remus pulled away all together, making Sirius let out a loud, disapproving whine. "Now now Sirius, you didn't really think I was gonna let you off that easily, did you?" Remus had a satisfied smirk on his face, loving how desperate his boyfriend got.

• Sirius groaned, "I swear to god Remus, if you don't suck me off right now-" In less than a second Sirius' hands were pinned to his side and Remus' face was close to his own again, eyes dark and dangerous and his voice deep and low. "You don't get to make the commands here Sirius. So you better shut that pretty mouth of yours, or I will go back to my own bed right now and leave you here to get off by yourself, like the desperate little slut you are."

• Sirius shivered and bucked his hips up, the words making him even harder, if that was physically possible. God, he fucking loved it when Remus got like this. He was way too far gone to notice that Remus had disappeared downwards again, so he let out a strangled shout when he suddenly felt the boy's hot breath on his cock. Remus was keeping his hips down with his hands, while finally starting to pay attention to Sirius' neglected dick, placing a soft kiss on the head.

• It wasn't enough though, Sirius needed more, he needed it so bad. "Remus, more, please I-", he interrupted his own words with a cry, because Remus had suddenly taken him all the way down to his base, sucking and pushing his tongue to the vein on the underside.

• "yes yesyes, moons, please don't stop, ah." Sirius felt like he was going to die, the wet heat of Remus' mouth felt like heaven and he knew he wasn't going to last.

• "I'm so close rem, please-", Remus lifted his face slightly, looking up at his boyfriend through his eyelashes, and that did it for Sirius. He came with a loud scream, bucking his hips into Remus' mouth, who continued sucking him off, guiding him through his orgasm, before finally pulling off.

• Remus sat up straight, looking down at his boyfriend and he couldn't believe how lucky he was that this was his life now. Sirius looked so beautiful, his dark hair splayed out on his pillow, and Remus didn't think he had ever seen him look more fucked out.

• A grin spread on Remus' face as he watched Sirius come down from his high, breathing fast. After a few seconds his eyes opened and he looked at Remus with a soft smile, "hi."

• Remus laughed. "hey baby, you okay?" He watched as Sirius' blissed out expression turned into something a bit sharper. "I'm very good, thanks to you, but", he said, his eyes dropping to where Remus was still hard in his pants, "it looks like you still have a little problem over there."

• "Well," Remus said with a grin, "maybe you should help me out with that then."

• In conclusion, it turned out to be a bit longer than the expected five minutes before James and Peter were welcome in the dormitory again.

[chaeryybomb]

should you fight them?

nct dream edition

listen y'all it's 4am and I can't sleep so here I am with another crack reaction fic because y'all loved the nct dream rooftop fights one

I would say all the dreamies have fighting experience because they're always together

so you gotta have some basic knowledge too

here's some times

when making a fist, never place your thumb in between your fingers. make sure your thumb is like resting about your index finger

if you're going in for a kick, your stance has to be wide. the basic stance for a kick is one leg forward and the other at the back

slightly bend both legs before kicking, makes it easier for you to kick and you'll feel less stiff

the elbow is one of the strongest bones so use it to your advantage to elbow someone

if you're trying to turn while kicking, you have to move your entire upperbody as well. from waist down

oh and make sure to flatten out your feet. kick with your top part of your feet, never kick with your toes. you're going to break if you do

anyways leggo

huang renjun

honestly if you have the confidence to fight THE huang renjun

go for it ig

but there's a 98% chance of you losing

the 2% chance is him suing you so either way it's a lose-lose

b u t theoretically, if you DO fight renjun

honestly you would need some height advantage

and I'm not talking like,,, tall height

no I mean you have to be shorter than this man

mans is so used to fighting people taller than him, I strongly believe he will be left confused fighting someone smaller than him

like you have to be under 165cm

that's where you get the advantage to kick him in the knees and mans goes down

but like kick em from behind the knees so so 1. you don't hurt your feet, 2. his knees would ✨ b u c k l e ✨

in all honesty you also have to be fast and agile

like you need to dodge his hands because if you get CAUGHT

he will STRANGLE YOU

PLACES YOU IN A C H O K E H O L D

but yeah the only way you can beat him is you have to be shorter than him AND you need whatever confidence you pulled out from your ass fhshdhshd

10/10 would not recommend to fight unless you're looking for a death wish

no but seriously if given the chance don't fight huang renjun

mans may look SOFT but he's lit rally the devil fhshdhs

lee jeno

no

just no

don't even tHINK ABOUT IT

you're not fighting lee jeno and that's it

why??

WHY???

WHY DO YOU THINK

HE'S LITERALLY THE MOST BUILT IN NCT DREAM BESIDES JAEMIN

MANS CAN PLUMMET YOU

the only reason he won't do it is because he's niCE

AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO FIGHT JENO

he's gonna be S A D

"w-why would you want fight me, y/n?"

(╯︵╰,)

you're gonna make jeno sad and renjun will come for your ass so honestly you'd be fighting renjun

so yeah don't fight jeno

just don't okay you heartless monster

lee haechan

in all honesty

you can fight haechan

there's a 50/50 chance of you winning

hyuck's not weak but he isn't strong either so—

he's gonna spend most of the time taunting you so you just need to sucker punch him to shut up—

you need to act i n t i m i d a t i n g

scare him a bit ya know

you definitely would need speed because he's fast

he's a runner

and you're going to need to chase him

it's a game of cat and mouse basically

pros of fighting haechan: you get to bragging rights if you win

cons of fighting haechan: 127 hyungs will be there in a millisecond to fight you and that's a whole another post

but if you win, he's gonna be so salty about it and is gonna start calling you out fhshdhhs

he might just hate you for it so being hated by haechan is not worth fighting him

na jaemin

jaemin would let you win

he can beat your ass but he'll let you win because he loves you

he's just that sweet okay

like I said, jaemin's the second most built in nct dream

so fighting him would be a stupid decision

but no mans will accept your challenge and let you win

he will literally f a l l when you touch him

you don't even have to punch him

one touch and he goes down

"aRGH YOU WIN Y/N, I LOST!!!"

dhshdhs he makes his losing really dramatic

but he thinks it's worth it because you get to be proud and happy!

so yeah "fighting" jaemin is a good idea if you need a boost of serotonin

beware he's gonna be pouty the entire time so—

but oh boy if you make him like mad mad

bye you won't live to see another day

there's two sides of jaemin, loud jaemin and quiet jaemin

and quiet jaemin is s c a r y

basically fight loud jaemin and not quiet jaemin

zhong chenle

HE'S NOT GOING TO EVEN GIVE YOU A CHANCE

AND HE WILL S U E YOU

chenle has the money and he will use it against you fhshdhs

unless you have the money too or yk have a lawyer family member

then the whole fight will be in court fhshfh

BUT BUT BUT

let's say you do fight him

you would win tbh

i don't think chenle's much a fighter

he's like haechan, he likes to tease and taunt people instead

so honestly you have the higher ups of winning

I recommend fighting with earplugs in because he's going to be screaming most of the time so yeah

but I really really don't recommend fighting chenle

chenle can look scary too

and plus he can and will definitely sue you so—

park jisung

now why would you want to fight this baby boy?????

HUH?????

like I would fight you for wanting to fight jisung

unlike jeno, you can at least still sorta fight him

BUT JISUNG IS OFF LIMITS

ALL 22 HYUNGS WILL COME AFTER YOU

A L L O F T H E M

boy may be tall asf but he's defenseless

he's just a giant lanky baby

why do you want to fight him???

okay but you would win if you do BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT

actually it kinda is since the post is should you fight the dreamies— wAIT NO

DHSHD POINT IS JUST DONT FIGHT JISUNG OKAY

like really go fight jaemin instead

he's the safest bet

but no jisung is OFF LIMITS

OFF LIMITS I SAY

and so what if you win

all you get is to brag about beating park jisung but then you're gonna live in guilt forever because you fought park jisung

[lapinmiel]

Mirror, Mirror

Felix and OC (Female), 2,4K. (Part 2)

Phoebe’s life was never one of an adventure, even as a vampire — after being discovered by the Volturi for her talent, she finds herself running away from the world’s most powerful organization, and soon she finds herself in a complete lie and truth situation, with the anchor of her lover leading her to his side.

Part 1, Part 2

Saladin's jaw was clenched like a vise. Horror was evident in his eyes as if they were water droplets in a river as clear as glass, and the water droplets colliding with each other soon found Phoebe in all the confusion and fear. If her heart was alive, it would already have kept pace with the footsteps of approaching death, pounding madly — for she knew, the death was close now, like a shadow lurking around her neck.

"What are we gonna do?" asked Phoebe.

Both of their minds seemed to have stopped. Ideas did not flow with inherent ease. His thoughts, like an elephant trying to get through a door, and the instincts that were supposed to get them out of this trap, were silenced now.

“Should we take another plane and go?”

Phoebe frowned. “We are not close enough.” He looked back to where they had come from. She was right, they had proceeded on a straight street, quite far from the airport. It wouldn't have taken them a minute to come back, of course, but Phoebe wanted to fully understand the situation before she gave herself up to fear.

“I wonder where we are,” she said quietly. "Maybe we're not close to Volterra. Sicily?"

“This is not the time to think about it.” said Saladin, with clear determination in his voice. “Wherever we are, it takes minutes to get caught.”

Phoebe tried not to get caught up in the blinding energy of her afraid friend, but if a centuries-old vampire was so afraid of the Volturi, the intensity of emotion she had to feel must have been more than she could handle.

“Let’s go then.” she said.

Within seconds, they disappeared into the shadows and returned to the airport, waiting for the planes to take off. Unlike the first place they went, it was more secluded and the planes didn't take off as often. They waited for about ten minutes. Then, as an airplane started to move, they run, got into the wheels section as before, and waited for the take off. But nothing went the way they wanted, and it wouldn't for a long time.

Contrary to expectations, the plane made its way to the hangar, not the runway. Since Phoebe and Saladin could not see where the plane was going from where they were, they thought that the vehicle was proceeding normally, and during the minutes they spent on the ground, they thought that they were on the runway. Even the growing voices of humans didn't make them think something was wrong, as it was only the second time they had boarded a plane. They didn’t know what was normal and what was not. But within fifteen minutes of being there, they realized they weren’t going anywhere. This understanding brought a storm and a flood of fear that would be hard to stop.

"What are we gonna do?" asked Saladin.

Phoebe's brows were furrowed and her eyes were squinted like a fox's. She was trying to think. In addition to protecting himself, she also felt in her heart not to let down a vampire who had traveled the world for centuries but now needed her protection, and that responsibility felt like it would crush her if she didn't shed it quickly.

“Let's go on another plane,” she said. "If it doesn't take off, to another one."

Saladin's eyes were so innocent that Phoebe felt the emotion to protect him mix with compassion.

Then, all of a sudden, he was torn from where he was and crashed into the ground.

There was a loud thump, and a smashing sound — then Phoebe was pulled by someone by the shoulders with a speed that her eyes couldn't catch, and she found herself outside the plane, in the middle of the hangar.

She could see Saladin struggling with something unseen. He got punched with a left hook first, then a blow to the jaw; Then whatever was beating him somehow dropped him on his back, and then grabbed him by the neck and swung him in mid-air, hitting the ground. They couldn't see anything. Neither Saladin nor Phoebe knew who they were up against.

Phoebe was aware that someone big was holding her, for her neck had been pinched by one's arm, and both of her arms were held steady by another, as if with a chain. She couldn't see who it was, maybe she didn't want to see it, because the fear running through her told her to just close her eyes. It was as if all her senses were blinded.

She heard Saladin getting punched several more times. Then the voices stopped, and the steps made it clear that two people were approaching Phoebe.

"Use your shield," said a strange, weary voice, "Surround us all."

His body full of fissures trying to heal. Saladin did what he thought was the only way to avoid being killed, and focused, using his shield to envelop all four.

Then, at the other end of the hangar, two rushing footsteps were heard. The two owners of the steps approached the quartet and stopped.

"It was a tragic mistake to think you could escape from us."

A familiar voice. Phoebe opened her eyes, a wave of shock and fear hit her.

It was right in front of her. Jane. Next to her stood a woman with light brown hair, whom she had never seen before. She was considerably taller than Jane, and she had slightly smiling lips, in contrast to Jane's bloodless killer expression. These two women, clad in jet-black robes, gave Phoebe fears she had never felt before, and she felt her nonexistent blood burning in her veins.

Jane sighed lightly.

“Can you get past the shield?”

The woman beside her squinted slightly after Jane's question. She was trying to do something. But it didn’t work, because,"No." was her only reply.

“Then it should be something else, not a shield. A neutralizer, perhaps.”

Phoebe felt the sound waves emanating from her chest throughout her body as the giant holding her spoke. The voice was deep, rough, and judging by his accent, he was at least five hundred years old, and worst of all, he was close enough to kill Phoebe in one hit.

“Have we encountered such power before?” he asked.

“No.” the woman next to Jane said. Jane curled her lips slightly at this answer and smiled. “Aro once talked about a vampire that had a similar talent, he could stop anyone’s talent from working. But he died before Aro could invite him.” Her smile disappeared.

“Aro will like it. We're leaving." she said, giving Phoebe a cold look. Jane and the woman next to her disappeared in an instant. Then, Saladin and the little man holding him, who Phoebe could see now, left, leaving Phoebe and the person who had strangled her alone.

She was looking for something to hold onto and use. Maybe this person had a power, augmented strength, or something — she searched, tried to feel it in her mind, but found nothing. “I don't have any power for you to take me down,” the man said, when he finally realized that the girl's inactivity was due to her focusing on something else. “You can only defeat me with your body.”

Phoebe grit her teeth. Then she found herself being carried in his chest as he ran.

Soon after, she found herself in a hilly city. The man slowed when he got to the big doors, and when the doors opened he entered with the same pace. His grip on Phoebe must have looked funny to those who opened the door for him, as Phoebe heard a slight chuckle, but the giant man instantly turned around and gave the giggled man a stern look. So, Phoebe thought she did look weird, because even though she had been held by him for so long, she still couldn't see his face. It was possible that he was one of those who had come to catch her the day before, but she did not know how many giant vampires the Volturi had, and she certainly did not want to put him at a psychological advantage just because she had seen and feared him before. In the blink of an eye, she found himself walking through another set of doors and into a large, domed hall.

In front of her, on a platform, were three men sitting on thrones. She knew them from Saladin's stories: Caius, the blond and ruthless o e, the sickly-looking Marcus, and Aro in the middle, whose eyes were shining bright even from there.

Aro. The nakedness of the name left a strange taste in her mind. Sour, and also bitter.

The giant holding her slowly loosened his arms and dropped Phoebe to the ground, grabbing her softly by one shoulder and pushing her forward.

Aro slowly descended from the platform he was on, and joined his hands in front of him.

"Welcome." he said, raising his hands slightly to the sides. He had an innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn't the biggest mafia in the world.

She couldn't help her expression, Phoebe frowned while her lips tightened as if she were staring at something hideous. Saladin, on the other hand, was trying to collect himself.

“I heard that your talent is a rare one that no one has seen before.” said Aro, in his same calm voice. He quickly turned his eyes to someone else and looked back at Phoebe.

Then, Phoebe felt the same thing again: something was trying to seep into her skin. This time it wasn't harsh, it wasn't like fire either, it was more like a sneaking mist pouring through the windows. Cool and almost numb.

Phoebe invited him in. She then gathered the feeling up, turned it into a light, and reflected it like a mirror.

Startled, she saw the mind reader's eyes widen as he pulled back, and he audibly gasped. Then she saw the memories flooding into her mind. The brightest was the way she looked at herself through his eyes, then she saw simultaneously his devotion to Aro, and the man behind her. That was him, she thought, the man from that day.

He quickly turned to Aro, the mind reader, whose name she had learned was Gerard. When Phoebe looked at him the same way, she saw admiration in his blazing eyes. Fascination.

Aro folded his hands in front of him again. The smile on his face turned into a completely happy expression.

"Matchless." he said as he approached the girl. “Nobody like you has ever existed.”

He stopped one step ahead of her. He lifted his hand and brought it close to her face, but did not touch it. His hands were close enough to feel her warmth, but he didn't come any closer, realizing the damage a single touch could do to him. He wasn't going to touch her, ever.

He couldn't hide her admiration for her, but then pulled back, remembering his role. He made his way to the middle of the hall, and turned back to Phoebe. All the while, Felix, who was the name of the man behind her as she learned from the mind reader, was holding her softly on her shoulder. The heaviness was uncomfortable, but she knew it: releasing it would give her the upper hand.

“Join us,” said Aro. “Find yourself a place at the top of the world.”

Phoebe didn't answer.

Aro must have taken it upon himself to persuade her, so he continued speaking.

“Rise with us to the top of our clan. You are too important to be left alone, you were born to serve a higher purpose.”

“What I was born for is none of your business.” said Phoebe suddenly. He was surprised, too, but the words were out of his mouth once. She believed that she was made to live with Saladin after all, to spend his life with him while they looked for Zareen. Saladin had told her before that being erased from the minds of all vampires could be the only way to true freedom, and Phoebe was convinced that living as a ghost would serve her better.

Aro's smile faded slightly, but he wasn't going to give up.

"I'm offering you a week's trial," he said calmly. He was showing Phoebe the privilege he didn't show to others, he had to. He could not allow such a precious diamond to be lost in the hands of uncivilized savages. "Join us. If you want to go after a week, you will be free.”

Phoebe was thinking. Coming here and standing under the dome of this hall, seeing that the Volturi were not monsters with colorless skin, overgrown teeth, and elongated nails, had turned the cogs in her mind.

“We'll help you hone your skill,” Aro continued after a short pause. “We can help you understand exactly what you do, how you do it, and teach you to use it. Over the years, you will become one of our strongest.”

Phoebe saw a faint glint in the expressionless eyes of Marcus, who sat behind Aro. Then she had that feeling again. Her skin was tingling. It must be Marcus, she thought to herself. Saladin hadn't told her what Marcus' talent was, but Phoebe couldn't pass up the opportunity to get to know a new talent.

She let the feeling come into his and then used it. Suddenly she saw how everyone in the room felt about each other as clearly as day.

Caius had hidden his anger towards Aro in a black box and covered it with devotion. Jane could suffocate anyone in the room but her brother and without feeling any remorse, the light brown-haired woman next to Jane loved everyone, and everyone loved her, in a shaky way.

Phoebe saw everyone in the room. She couldn't understand what had happened when she saw a few gray bruises in the love bond between him and Saladin, but then she saw weak flower buds just beginning to sprout between herself and the man standing behind her.

She suddenly threw the skill she had used out of her mind. Marcus was beginning to suspect that she was using his talent, it was evident in his eyes. Aro was still in front of him with his smiling but frightening face.

Phoebe didn't know what to decide, what to say. The wheels in her mind began to turn again. They can't hurt me, she thought. Their powers are useless on me. I can fight. If they try to imprison me, I can escape.

It bothered Phoebe that the Volturi no longer looked like terrifying creatures, and that Saladin's feelings for her were not as innocent as she had expected. She felt a vague disappointment in her dead heart, and that disappointment was changing the course of her decisions.

I can escape.

It was the last straw. She mustered up her courage. She could at least stay here for a week. She could see what the Volturi were doing. Not only that, but she could find out if they were truly monstrous or simply maintaining order and secrecy. Most importantly, he could learn what he could do with her talent. And if things didn’t go her way, she would escape, and find Zareen herself.

She took a deep breath, even though the oxygen didn't do anything to her.

“Okay,” she said with a certain shakiness in her voice, “I'm staying.”

[thatrosewoodwriter]

Imagine: RWCH Gang + Banshee With an S/O Who Bought A Burrito Blanket to Cuddle With

Lottie:

She was extremely confused when you suddenly left the room with the brightest smile the world had ever seen

Shrugging, she turned back to her homework

Which didn’t go for much longer, as you had come back in, wrapped in a burrito blanket

“Wanna cuddle?” 

“What the f-”

Lottie stared at you for 10 seconds and took twice as long to register what it even was

Eventually, she caved and laughed as you tucked her in with you

Ellie:

Bold of you to assume she doesn’t already own one

The moment you came in with your burrito blanket, you dropped to the floor from laughter

Ellie was already in her burrito blanket

She turned around and also fell to the ground

You both rollie-pollied across the ground and met in the middle

“You can join me in my burrito blanket goodness.”

Jamie:

Our lonely baby sucks at relaxing, we all know this

He was up late doing his serious business

You had been setting up a pillow fort 

2 hours later, Jamie is dying both externally and internally

2 hours later, you were lying in the pillow fort, covered in the burrito blanket waiting for Jamie to come find you

The moment he came in, he started laughing

It was a taste of enlightenment 

“[Name], I have one question. Why?”

You ended up playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons for the night

Anastacia:

She’s honestly wondering why she’s with you at this point.

This is Anastacia we’re talking about

She doesn’t dabble in the burrito blanket concept

When you came through, she seriously considered strangling you with that same burrito blanket

You’d die happy, at least

She doesn’t give in

No matter how often or how much you ask

She is not dying knowing that she cuddled with her partner in a frickin BURRITO blanket

Saskia:

Opposite of Ani

Will absolutely join you

She’s getting her lettuce blanket out too

Because she’s a firm believer that burritos without lettuce are a sin

You end up ordering burritos because it just made y’all hungry

This is why Saskia loves you

You’re on the same w a v e l e n g t h

She will invite you to do this every day of every week

10/10 would recommend

Raphael:

You both rushed to the door when 2 packages came

Lo and behold, you both bought the same stupid burrito blanket at the same time

Movie night would never be the same again

Naturally, like the crackheads you are, you get Lottie to sew the two burrito blankets together

Afterwards, you designated every Friday night as burrito blanket cuddle night

With movies and pizza

Raphael felt guilty about eating a burrito while wrapped up in a burrito blanket

Binah [platonic]:

Thought you were stupid

Cuddled with you nonetheless

Binah ended up tracking down exactly where you bought it from and laughed at you for buying a burrito blanket

You guys ended up doing homework underneath it

Binah is the best tutor

But you think it was because of the blanket that you understood everything

She’s up for a cuddle and a study session with the burrito blanket anytime

Micky:

High-key upset it’s not a lollipop 

He stared at you for a while debating if he would laugh or cry

He did both

You started to get really worried and in your panic, threw the blanket over the both of you 

That is how you started the cuddle session

Eventually, after many kisses

He gave in

Lola took a photo when the two of you fell asleep

Lola:

Was asleep when you came in

Needless to say, you were a little bit disappointed

Lola was extremely confused when she woke up

It took her 5 minutes to register what the blanket was

She turned to you to ask why and the first thing you said was

“Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortilla.”

She is also disappointed it isn’t a lollipop

Percy:

Found it endearing but also comedic

He gladly joined you

He was thoroughly confused when you left him alone until you came back with burritos

He laughed at you

You wanted to cry

You then made him freak out

Eventually, you ended up watching A Quiet Place because Percy liked it and he could understand it

It was a lovely evening

Sayuri:

Honestly, she wanted to burn it

Either that, or burn you

She would not give in to your shenanigans 

She would rather die than cuddle with you with a burrito blanket

She has more class than that

Instead, the draped the blanket around you and sent you to bed

You eventually left the burrito blanket behind and cuddled with a plain pink blanket

Miko:

She had the same reaction as Sayuri

E X C E P T

She bought a second one

And sewed the blankets into comfy hoodies

Then she accepted the burrito design

You end up cuddling in your matching burrito hoodies

Playing Club Penguin

Wei:

He didn’t notice 

If he did, he didn’t say anything

In truth, he loved it but wanted to maintain his coolness

You both ended up reading Harry Potter together

He was the narrator and you got to voice act the dialogue

At some point, he gave up and gave you kisses while laughing at your inaccurate Dumbledore impression

Rio:

Put together an entire outfit to match this blanket

If Rio is gonna cuddle with a burrito blanket he’s gonna do it in style

He admitted to having one on saved to cart on Wish

You bullied him for having it saved on Wish of all online stores

You ended up falling asleep against his chest reciting musicals

It was very cute

[peculiar-shardscape]

and yeah ramble about your bonus level fanpoints please. please do it. i asked politely you have to do it now

d o r i m e .

OKAG IKAT OJA IUHHH

I DON’T NORMALLY RAMBLE ON TUMBLR POSTS I USUALLY RANT ON QUOTEV OR DISCORD BUT UHH

FUCK. I’LL ONLY RAMBLE ABOUT THE ONES I RLY CARE ABOUT UHM. being on mobile sucks bc i cant do the “keep reading/read more” thing wah

All I’ll say is, Praedruosis, Point of Eerie Estate stalks Naen but nobody knows about it. That’s why there’s Naen pictures all over the building but we don’t talk about that. Sshh, keep it a secret otherwise she’s coming after my ass-

Ishi, Point of Stonewall Corridor is... A literal moving stone statue. He can also speak fluent Japanese and is... Hjrhrn... He can either hold you gently or wipe your existence off the universe within .2 seconds. I care he a lot.

Sperceus, Point of Spectre Study! Very shy bean, is Genderqueer, babey, good bookworme. They have ghost like hands and can actually communicate with ghosts! They have very low self esteem but they’re really intelligent and I love they. :>

Paci and Ciro, from Pyro Cryo Mountain are probably the two with the most complex backstory because like. They were formerly one entity, who had emotion issues, and temper problems. The entity’s name was Paciro (yes very original, Windy), and they were always able to pull the lever any time they wanted in their dimension

Eventually, they went mad and lost control over themselves, and their dimension got corrupted, splitting the entity in half. Paci is very soft and gentle, and very apologetic. Their self esteem is quite low, but they like to do what they can to please you. Ciro on the other hand is the short tempered asshole in which nobody likes because of how much of a dick he is. Thing is, they only live in their own appropriate side of the dimension, and they’re unaware of one another existing.

Yeah, they forgot about their original self, so they only think they themself exist. They have 0 access to the lever. It is insivible to them, and touching it would only make their hands phase through it, so to them, it doesn’t exist. (So if you’re the Star Saviour and you just sat on the lever without pulling it, they’d think you were floating.) Whenever the lever is pulled, the entity in the former side would “suddenly be knocked unconscious,” and would wake up when the lever is pulled again. However, to whoever was visiting the dimension, it’s like they just switched, but they’re still in the same spot... I really hope that made sense. Probably didn’t. MOVING ON-

Loxi, Distortion Forest, is a nontheless god damn dickhead that does nothing but piss you off and annoy the fuck out of you until you strangle him. He has the ability to see what you fear, make illusions of them and try to give you trauma because... Well, like I said, he’s a dickhead. Gender doesn’t exist to him, he refers himself as “it” but everyone else just calls him He/Him. He can actually surprisingly withstand corruption, but will stay frozen still for a good hour or so before continuing through. Not like he uses that power for anything though. He doesn’t care. Also, yes, his name is Ixol backwards. Super original, Windy.

Tucker Trillion but pointifi-/j

Gandi, Point of High Roller Casino!! Rich man, always very formal. He has high manners and high expectations of himself. He seems to keep up a really good act, but if he does something wrong, he goes super apologetic and constantly always fumbles his words and... He’s just really adorable and precious. Also, don’t take his tophat, otherwise that’s instant death for you!!! Same goes for his cape. Take that and he’ll tore your arms off.

Last one because I’m getting paranoid of myself. Farenight, Point of Final Firestorm! Hot badass pirate gal, aka my wife!! She has a minor habit of speaking Old English, and a very lovely gal! She’s extremely nice, but always willing for a challenge in competition! ... If you’re not advanced in sword fighting, I highly recommend not challenging her otherwise she’ll throw you to the ground and then to your grave/j. She’s really good at beating others in sword fighting, but has a very high mercy level, and sometimes apologises if she’s too harsh on you. If you’re a dickhead, she’ll just whoop your ass and leave.

I have a shit ton more Fanpoints. I have at least one for every single Bonus Level dimension :)

[lovexloop]

SF9 summed up

Since there’s already a guide to SF9 with a few funny facts and they literally debuted over 2 years ago, I thought it would be out of place to make an unhelpful guide but I wanted to make a lil compilation of fun facts anyway ssooo here you go!

Youngbin:

- dad

- looks very cool when driving

- kind of a loser 

- manages to seem smart and dumb at the same time

- that face he makes when laughing is eVERYTHING

- the charisma is no joke

- d o u b l e  h e l i x

- can and will hurt you

- we will kindly never mention Mamma Mia era in context with him

Inseong:

- grandpa, he’s the oldest

- finally appeared on king of masked singer

- kinda soft

- doesn’t know what’s going on 24/7

- his face of betrayal is life

- gets 80% of all high notes

- bullied by his members

- ripped

- can and will hurt you

Jaeyoon:

- Busan Boy

- makes sure fans know what a manly man he is, while his body language makes sure fans know he’s lying

- can’t deal with rollercoasters AT ALL

- canines

- aegyo that makes you want to strangle him

- booty-enthusiasts rejoice

- will die within mere minutes without physical affection or at least touching someone somewhere

- ripped, will randomly lift his shirt to flash abs

- can and will hurt you

Dawon:

- he screm

- hyper

- MC of the group

- gets the leftover lines but slays them

- ripped, has tattoos, and shows them off

- cannot play any game in a normal way and without lowkey cheating

- even though he’s kind of a clown he has his serious side too

- can and will hurt you

Zuho:

- deep voice, scary image? (nah, it’s just a resting bitchface)

- is actually just a soft and fluffy tall idiot

- kind of a loser as well

- gives zero fucks and does what he wants

- CHAMPAGNE (in general a godly producer)

- scolds Fantasies in his solo vlives

- kind of a meme

- is the butt of the joke 9 out of 10 times (deserves it tho, but also let him live kldsjfa)

- really just full of love, will die within mere seconds without any form of display of affection

- cannot sit still ever

- oh and of course: can and will hurt you

Rowoon:

- the actor pt. 1

- tall as fuck (officially 189cm but in reality he’s 192cm)

- one big fat uwu

- the kind of handsome you just can’t deny

- appears everywhere - even if you don’t know SF9, you’ve probably heard his name before

- can’t wink

- ripped

- loves Chani more than anyone

- tries to bully the maknae line, succeeds only 50% of the time

- can and w- what u mean it’s getting lame? -ill hurt you

Taeyang:

- dance god

- tbh he’s good at literally everything

- sweet guy

- his smile is the actual sun

- chaotic evil

- the only one in this group with braincells

- “Hey, boomy boomy like that~”

- ironically gets the line “neon nae taeyang” in O Sole Mio

- can and will of course hurt you (he’s a 97-liner and dancer, duh)

Hwiyoung:

- probably the most silent member

- probably also the least chaotic member

- another one who appears everywhere

- dolphin laugh

- his hair in Sensuous and Narcissus era is superior, everyone who says otherwise is invalid

- really doesn’t have to be so rude half of the time

- very warm-hearted actually

- softest

- canandwillhurtyou

Chani:

- evil maknae (no, I mean it. He has no shame whatsoever when it comes to picking on his hyungs.)

- where are his lines...?

- the actor pt. 2

- smollest member

- is actually legal now

- dances like a god too

- knows more useless facts about Taemin than birthdays of his members

- might not hurt you if you’re significantly older than him but keep an eye open

- okokhecanandWILLHURTYOU

SF9 alltogether:

- a talented bunch

- dance gods (there’s one member who actually said he dislikes dancing - good luck spotting him)

- concept kings

- the s in sf9 stands for stop sleeping on them

- rip headphone users

- more chaotic than you would think they are

- duality at its finest

- they’re all just a bunch of bullies

- have overall far too much energy

- by watching them on variety you wouldn’t be able to tell how much they actually love each other

- very diverse songs, but they still have that unmistakable sound to them no matter what style the song is

- what is a bias list™

- and of course:

- CAN AND WILL HURT YOU KTHANKSBYE.

I feel like this gif describes each of them perfectly in its very own unique way

Also @ everyone i called an idiot in this: I still love you <3 ksjflak