#i fully expected to play a bit of this and abandon it quickly... but im actually having a lot of fun.

[iplaygamesfortheoutfits]

behold, my first shitty outfit pic...

[duncanxtrent]

The Punks vs the Parents

(A quick none ABC related Duncan story based on a wondeful prompt by @trash-that-loves-total-drama. Go follow them for more good Duntrent stuff ;) Anyways on with the story)

(Also for context, Trent, Geoff, Katie, Sadie, and DJ all also attend the daycare along with the other kids)

*insert Baps and Beeps by the TDR kiddos intro here*

“UGH!!!!” Duncan screamed

Duncan stormed into the daycare. Visibly angrier than normal.

“What in the world?” DJ glances at him confused.

Duncan just storms to his time out corner and quietly crouches in the corner.

“Are you ok, dude?” Trent asks

“NO IM CLEARLY NOT OK!!!” Duncan shouts.

“What’s going on?” Beth asks

“My parents are coming over…” Duncan mumbles.

“They are?!?!” Beth shouts in excitement.

“EEEEEEEEEE!!!!” Owen squeals wearing a lot of Banana and Cheese merch.

“Oh great… Another cringy concert…” Gwen groans.

“What? No! Those guys aren’t my parents anymore…” Duncan counters.

“WHAT?!?!” Everyone screams.

“What happened?” Owen cries out in sadness.

“Well…” Duncan trails off.

FLASHBACK

“Letting your child set off several kilograms off explosives?! Leaving your child alone for months at a time?!?! Leaving the child with only 2 weeks of supplies in food per month?!” The social workers screamed.

“What? We needed money for props!” Cheese explains.

“Yeah.. And besides I don’t think it was that bad!” Banana adds.

“Your son is literally in the hospital after collapsing of exhaustion and starvation…” The child care worker sighs.

Banana and Cheese just look down at their feet.

FLASHBACK END

“Oh so that’s why you weren’t here Monday through Thursday!” Beth concludes.

“Yeah, I was in foster care for about 2 weeks before a new pair of parents adopted me. A pair of local cops…” Duncan explains.

“That doesn’t sound so bad!” Trent says

“It’s just… Listen I don’t want them coming…” Duncan sighs.

“Well we can try and stop them. I’d be glad to help!” Trent offers.

“And this is why you’re my best bro!” Duncan says clapping Trent on the back. “Let’s do this!”

The two of them quietly sneak into Chefs office. They pay Owen some cookies to distract Chef while Trent messes around with the computer.

“Alright what should we do?” He asks

“How about you shut down some traffic lights? That should cause some chaos!” Duncan offers.

“Sounds like a plan!” Trent types some things into the keyboard and shuts down some traffic lights in the neighborhood.

Meanwhile

Jackson eagerly bounced up and down in the police car as June quietly drove to the daycare.

“I’m so excited! Visiting my son in the Daycare, and getting to present to his class! I can’t wait to see him.” Jackson excitedly cheered

“We’ll be there in a bit. Just be patient.” June explains.

“Do you think we’ll meet this infamous Trent he’s always going on about?” He asks

“Probably… Not many people were absent today…” June explains

“Oh I can’t wait to meet him. He sounds amazing from the way my son described him.” Jackson sighed.

Suddenly the radio in their car went off.

“All units we have a traffic light shut down on the corner of Maizono and Kuwata. Please call in to direct traffic.” The police chief reports.

“What?! Come on!!!” Jackson shouts.

“That’s awfully inconvenient.” June mumbles.

“UGH!!! And just when we were going to see him too!” Jackson cries planting his face into the dashboard.

June looks at the map and sees the daycare is only a couple blocks away.

“Hey Honey do you think you could run today?” She asks

“Yeah why?” He asks sitting up.

“Well what say I go handle the incident with the traffic lights. And you go run to meet our son at the daycare.” June offers.

“Really?! You mean it?!” Jake asks excitedly.

“Just be careful ok?” June smooches Jake on the cheek.

“I will! Thanks!” Jake says hopping out of the car. June drives off to handle the traffic incident while Jake begins running back to the daycare.

Back at the daycare

“Seems like THEYRE on their way to deal with it. They shouldn’t be around for the whole day!” Trent explains.

“Awesome! Thanks dude!��� He says quickly hugging Trent before retracting and hopping down.

Duncan begins humming and walking back to the main room when the door bell rings.

“I’ll get it!” Chef calls approaching th door.

“Probably the mail man…” Duncan assumes.

Chef opens the door and wouldn’t you know it? Jake is standing there patiently waiting to get inside!

“Mr. Fuego! A pleasure to see you!” Chef waves.

Duncan stops in his tracks.

“I-I’m sure it’s another-“ Duncan is cut off.

“DUNCAAAAAANNN!!!!!” Jake runs past Chef and immediately picks ups and squeezes his son in a hug. Duncan struggles to get out but eventually reluctantly accepts and hugs him back.

Jake sets him back down and Jackson crouches down. “How ya been little dude?!” He asks excitedly.

“How’d you get here so fast?” Duncan asks in retaliation.

“Your mother and I were supposed to help with a traffic problem but she offered to take care of it while I ran here.” Jake explains.

“How nice…” Duncan mumbles, red in the face.

“You ok little dude? The summer heat getting to you?” He asks

“No no… Everythings cool Dad…” Duncan stutters.

“Ah good! Wouldn’t want anything happening to my little buddy!” He says ruffling Duncan’s hair.

He stands up and turns to Chef. “How’s my son been doing?” He ask

“That’s actually what I invited you to talk about.” Chef explains

Jake looks at him with a questioning face. Chef leads Jake to his office and sets Jake down in the chair in front of his desk.

“What’s going on?” He asks

“Your son is an absolute menace in our school! He’s constantly setting off explosives! Bullying the other kids! And he’s always destroying things!” Chef explains.

“What?!?! That doesn’t sound like him at all!!!” Jake says genuinely shocked.

“You mean he doesn’t experience this behavior at home?” Chef says obviously expecting that he does.

“No! He’ll knock things down on one rare occasion when he’s running around, and he’ll usually apologize for ti even. And whenever other kids are over he’s always incredibly nice playing with them! The parents even confirmed this!” Jake explains.

“See exa- Wait HUH?!” Chef says clearly shocked.

“Did you really come here to lie to me about my son, Mr.Chef? I’ll have you know I can easily arrest you for that.” Jake glares.

“N-no! Your son always exhibits this behavior at school! I don’t know why he doesn’t do it at home!” Chef explains.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes!” Chef insists

Jake sits back down “Well then if you would like I wouldn’t mind observing your classroom for a bit to see this ‘behavior’ you claim he has.”

“Ok sure! I could use the extra hand.” Chef offers.

Jake nods and walks outside the office to observe the kids.

Outside, Duncan was fully prepared to knock over Cody’s tower. But sees his dad mid way and stops and turns around quietly.

Cody turns around looking confused.

Transition

Later the kiddos are eating lunch together when Beth accidentally trips Duncan over.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry…” Beth shouts.

Duncan quietly gets up and Beth expected a violent response but instead Duncan simply reached out his hand.

“It’s fine! Everyone makes mistakes!” Duncan says shrugging.

Duncan just quietly walks over and begins eating his lunch, which was thankfully I damaged due to the fact that it was still in his lunchbox. But Beth just looked at him confused.

“Huh?”

Another transition

The kids are quietly finger painting, and Courtney ‘accidentally’ spilled some paint on Duncan.

“Oops… Sorry…” Courtney says sneakily.

Duncan growls for a minute but then takes a deep breath and faces Courtney.

“Can you please be more careful next time? I like this shirt.” Duncan asks shockingly polite.

Courtney just looked at him confused.

“Im going to go clean up…” Duncan walks off to clean up in the bathroom.

“What the?” Courtney stares at him confused.

And another transition because TDR moves fast

All the kids are quietly napping away and Trent approaches Duncan, quietly scooting up next to him.

“Dude what’s going on?” He ask

“What do you mean?” Duncan asks

“You’ve been incredibly well behaved the entire time we’ve been here. What’s going on?!” Trent says clearly confused.

“I just wanted to not break the rules! What’s the problem with that?” Duncan shrugs.

“Yes but that’s the attitude you NEVER have!! What’s going on?” Trent asks

Duncan looks around for a moment. Then sighs and gets up quietly.

“Follow me…” Duncan asks.

Trent gets up and the two of them head to the bathroom where Jake can’t see them. Then Duncan turns to Trent.

“Listen… I’m trying to be on my best behavior for my dad. Ok? I don’t want him to know that I’m this thug punk guy that beats people up on the daily.” Duncan explains.

“Why? Just because he’s a cop doesn’t mean he’ll hate you if you’re a thug…” Trent explains.

“No! That’s not it! It’s just…” Duncan sighs “Dad and Mom were way better than Banana and Cheese were. They actually gave me attention! They never abandoned me or had me cook my own food just because they were busy. They helped me! They cared for me. Yes they punished me which is a little unfortunate but the punishments weren’t ever extreme. The worse I ever got was having to clean out the toilets for a couple days. And even then they helped me by showing me how to do it. Dad and Mom, they are the only adults I actually trust. And I don’t want them to think I’m just a bad kid who just puts on a show for them for the sake of getting love and cookies or whatever. I love them… I love them too much to betray them…” Duncan begins noticeably crying.

“Dude… Are you ok?” Trent asks reaching a hand out.

“IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING!!!” Duncan sniffles.

“Hey dude it’s ok…” Trent reaches around and hugs Duncan. Duncan quietly hugs him back.

“It’s fine dude… If you wanna start changing your ways. I’ll be by your side no matter what…” Trent says patting Duncan’s back.

Duncan lets go. “Thanks…” He mumbles wiping his eyes.

“Should we head back now?” Trent asks

Duncan nods and the two of them open the bathroom door…

To find Jake standing outside the door, with tears streaming down his face.

“Ah nuts…” Trent mutters.

“Dad… I-“ Duncan gets cut off by Jake picking up Duncan and pulling him into a hug. This time Duncan only has a slight hesitation before pulling his Dad into a hug as well. The two of them sit there quietly hugging as Trent stands by and awkwardly watches.

“You really love me that much?” Jake mumbles.

“Of course I do. I love you so much, Dad. I don’t wanna hurt you…” Duncan responds.

“I love you too…” He says hugging him harder.

Finally Jake sets down Duncan and wipes his eyes. “I get it though. You always loved to play the villain. It’s not necessarily good for you, but if it’s what you want to do that fine with me. Just don’t do anything highly destructive, ok? And nothing majorly emotional damaging obviously. Basically just don’t go too big.” Jake explains.

“Ok Dad…” Duncan hugs Jakes leg before wandering back to the nap room. Trent gets up to do the same but Jake stops him.

“So you’re the Trent I’ve heard so much about!” Jake says smiling.

“Hmm?” Trent looks at him confused.

Jake crouches down. “Duncan talks about you all the time at home. He considers you his best friend, I’d almost say he loves you. He really is a good kid at heart, I want you to know that.”

“I’ve always known that…” Trent chuckles.

“Good. You seem like a good friend for my son. Hope to keep seeing you around.” Jake says ruffling Trents hair and standing up.

“Thanks…” Trent is about to walk back but stops.

“One more thing…” Trent says turning around. “Do you have any embarrassing photos of him?” Trent asks

“Whaddya mean?” Jake asks

“Like photos of him being cute or dorky or stuff that isn’t cool or villainous or whatever.” Trent explains further.

“Ooh! Yes actually I have the perfect photo I’ve wanted to show for a long time.” Jake explains.

Jake pulls out his phone and scrolls through his photo till he finds the photo in question. He crouches down again and shows Trent the photo. In the photo, A starry eyed Duncan is clinging to Jake’s arms in a white shirt with red sleeves smiling giddily as Jake smiles back at him. The photo was presumably taken by June.

“That is so cute. I love it.” Trent laughs.

“He’s so cute isnt he?” Jake smiles.

“He is! Anyways that’s all! Have a good day Mr.Fuego!” Trent says wandering off.

“You too!” Jake says waving.

(End)

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Dee Little Snake

Series Summary:  Janus uses age regression as a way to destress but has little control over it whenever he grows upset. Trying to keep a secret like that can be hard when you’re only four years old, and thus family bonding ensues in a way nobody expected, least of all Deceit.

Chapter 3: Carrots and Cuddles

Chapter Summary:   Virgil and Dee are compromised by carrots; it turns out better than either of them thought it could.

Warnings: crying, mild panic, food mention

WC: 1 846

Taglist (ask to be added): @a-different-s1de @reptilian-with-scallions

General Taglist (ask to be added): @im-an-anxious-wreck

“Eat your carrots and then we can go play alright?”

Virgil leaned forward a bit and held out the fork, having taken it from Dee a few minutes ago when it became clear all he was going to do with it was push the horrible orange vegetables around his plate. Nobody in the mind scape liked vegetables except Janus- for whatever reason. Usually it was the only thing Virgil could get him to eat on the days he was feeling picky but now- Virgil sighed as Dee simply turned his head to the other side and pouted, little arms folded across his chest in a resolute pout.

“Come on buddy, everyone’s gone for now but we don’t know when they’ll be back. If you don’t eat these now you’re gonna be hungry later and I’m not letting you survive on cookies and juice boxes the entire afternoon.”

“Nuh.”

“Dee.”

“Nuh!”

Sighing again, Virgil lowered the fork. Not only was it apparently a picky day but it was also going to be a day where Dee was mostly nonverbal- which was perfectly fine besides the fact that Virgil now had no way of knowing what Dee might actually want at any given point in time, which when you have a time limit to leave the kitchen spotless by with a fussy toddler who suddenly decides to reject his tried and true favorite food it becomes the least ideal situation the living embodiment of anxiety could be in.

He regarded the carrots with distaste before holding up the fork again hopefully.

“Nuh.”

“Work with me a little Dee. No, you don’t want to play?”

“Nuh.”

No, you don’t want carrots? But these were always your favorite-” Virgil watched helplessly as the plate was firmly pushed away and arms crossed again. Did he just suck at this after not having taken care of him in so long? Were carrots not his favorite anymore? Did he just hate Virgil now because he’d taken so long to reach out again? He’d been the one to suggest that Janus take the day to be little to destress since everyone else would be with Thomas for a couple hours and they’d be free to do whatever until then, which Janus had agreed to and what they had been doing all morning until now- lunch- that Dee was stubbornly refusing. 

“Just eat one alright? Just one and then I’ll make you another sandwich for later in case you get hungry.”

“Nuh.”

“Eat the carrot.”

“Nuh.”

“Dee-” Virgil was interrupted suddenly by a whooshing sound. One that sounded distinctly like someone sinking back into the mindscape. Early. While him and Dee were still sat at the table. Panicking Virgil could only stay frozen as the side began to speak, footsteps getting louder as they came towards the kitchen.

“...thought I left it in here but- oh! I didn’t realize you’d be-” Patton stopped in the doorway, a look of shock on his face as he took in the scene of Virgil sat stock still at the table with a forkful of carrot still held aloft and Dee stiff as a board  as well in his own seat with his plate of uneaten carrots in front of him, both of them hardly daring to breathe as the air tensed.

“H-heya Pat! How’s it uh...how’s it going out there?”

Patton blinked. “It- um, It’s going...it’s going. Who might this be?”

They both looked at Dee who, with the air still tense and suddenly being stared at, suddenly became very overwhelmed, lower lip trembling as his eyes flicked from Virgil to Patton and back.

“Dee, you’re okay, it’s fine!” Virgil rushed out, dropping the fork in his urgency to reach for the smaller side.

“Dee?” Patton questioned and that seemed to do it. Tears spilled onto Dee’s cheeks as he began to cry, the panic of being caught finally settling in his mind as he realized Patton was not, in fact, ever meant to see him while he was small. Panicking even more, Virgil fought to keep his voice level as he quickly scooped the now bawling side into his arms and began to try and gently shush him, echoing voice betraying him as it only served to scare Dee further into his head and make him cry harder. Close to tears himself he looked desperately at Patton who seemed to finally snap out of it and sank out quickly, leaving Virgil to stare incredulously at the spot he had vacated. Was he going to tell the others? He knew he couldn't, right? Of course he didn’t he didn’t even know what was going on  how would he not-

“Okay, had to step out and tell them I had a headache coming on and was going to make some tea and lie down. That’ll keep them out there and not looking for any of us! Now-” Virgil watched as Patton came a little closer, fully in Dee’s sights as he continued to cry. “I’m sorry I scared you so badly there kiddo, I just wasn’t expecting to see you is all. I can leave if you want me to but I’d like to stay and help if you’ll let me?”

Patton’s soft tones seemed to calm the toddler down significantly as he leaned more into Virgil but thankfully stopped crying, only jerking a little with lingering hiccups while he eyed the fatherlyside cautiously. Patton seemed to take it as a win however as he looked over to the carrots left abandoned on the table, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “The heck are you being fed kiddo?”

“They’re usually his favorite,” Virgil was quick to defend them both, twisting his mouth to one side as he looked at the now far too cold for comfort cooked carrots congealing at the plate. “At least they were…”

Patton didn’t comment, instead scooping up the plate and turning to Dee. “Well they can’t be any good cold. Why don’t I heat these up and maybe add something special, make them taste different hm?”

Virgil watched as  Dee peaked through his slightly longer bangs at the other side, who only grinned happily and waited. Hesitantly he reached his small fist up and wiped at his eyes, nodding but still making sure to lean back into Virgil. Nodding, Patton turned and made his way to the stove, dumping the carrots into a pan and flicking the burner on. Smiling crookedly Virgil leaned down to nuzzle the top of Dee’s head softly, earning a giggle in return as he squirmed in his arms. Virgil set him back down in his chair gently and pushed his juicebox over to him while watching Patton out of the corner of his eye, who was currently trying his absolute best not to stare at them while he cooked. The carrots sizzled lightly as he added salt and what looked like brown sugar, caramelizing with the pat of butter he had also added. Virgil had to admit it smelled delicious and even Dee was leaning forward in anticipation.

“And here we go! Carrots for people who don’t like carrots!” He set the plate down gently in front of the small side, putting a clean fork next to the plate and carefully taking a seat next to Virgil. They both watched as Dee poked lightly at the carrots, Virgil ready to sigh in defeat, when he actually put a couple in his mouth, eyes lighting up and all but shoving the entire plate in his face.

“Slow down kiddo, they’’ll still be there if you use a fork!” Patton laughed lightly and turned to Virgil, who simply shook his head and mouthed “I’ll tell you later.”

“Fair enough.” Patton mouthed back. “Coffee?”

“God yes.” Accidentally breathing the yes out loud Virgil huffed out a laugh and offered Patton a smile before turning back to Dee. This...definitely wasn’t how he thought the morning would go but- he’d take it.

-----

“Age regression huh? I guess that makes sense.”

“It’s normal Pat.” Virgil’s reply came out sharper than he intended, making the moral side flinch a bit before shaking his head. “Sorry I- defensive. Protective. Whatever, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s cute.” Patton’s eyes softened as he watched Virgil run his fingers through Dee’s hair, the latter fast asleep in anxiety’s lap. “You’re good with him; it’s clear he trusts and loves you a lot.”

Hiding his eyes behind his bangs so Patton wouldn’t see just how much that meant to him he nearly choked trying to answer. “Y- yeah?”

“Yeah.” Patton sat back against the couch and smiled. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Poor baby looked scared enough seeing me walk in, I could only imagine if it had been-”

Virgil lifted his head as Patton’s sentence caught, both of them knowing what was hanging in the air but not wanting to voice it. It was a thought better shelved for another day- one that didn’t have a four year old asleep in Virgil’s lap as he tried not to cry in relief that Patton was simply taking this in stride. Virgil could still take care of Janus when he needed it and maybe this would help his and Patton’s relationship like how it helped him and Virgil. Good. Those two needed to sit down and talk at some point and if this was the push they needed well...it was better than nothing Virgil supposed.

“Do you think he’ll be mad? That I saw him like this?” Virgil looked over at Patton twisting his fingers together painfully. “I can guess it was supposed to be secret- I really didn’t mean to walk in!”

Reaching over with his free hand Virgil batted his fingers apart to take a hand in his own. “I know, Pop-star. He’ll understand; he doesn’t hate you.”

“He doesn’t?”

Virgil looked up to see Patton’s wide eyes watering a bit as he pressed his lips together anxiously. He looked almost the exact same way Dee had when he had asked Virgil if he hated him, the memory stabbing through his chest as he squeezed Patton’s hand tightly. 

“He loves you Patton, so much. He loves all of us he just-” has dumb ways of showing it. Virgil smoothed Dee’s hair down gently while rubbing Patton’s knuckles with his other hand. “He loves all of us Patton, you included. He just gets so wrapped up in playing the villain he forgets how to make sure you actually know it.” 

Biting back the urge to hit himself over the head with his own hypocrisy he started a bit as Patton laid his head on his shoulder, intertwining their fingers as he relaxed. “It’s good to know that’s all it is.”

Pointedly ignoring the slight teasing tone, Virgil laid his cheek on top of Patton’s head and simply nodded. They’d have to move soon if they didn’t want to get caught but for now, being curled up on the couch as a small family felt incredibly nice. He supposed they could stay just a little longer.

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[buckysmischief]

there you go, princess

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: language, drinking, angst, mentions of cheating (not Bucky/reader), and uhhhh probably poorly written smut (this was my first time writing it so please be nice) please don’t read if you’re under 18

Summary: Bucky has always been there for you when your heart got broken, but you both secretly want more.

Masterlist

“C’mon doll, let me help.”

Bucky had been instant on helping you get over your break ups. You two had been close friends for years and he would do this anytime you would confess how bad your relationships ended.

When you found out the doctor you dated a while back was sleeping with his intern, Bucky called in a few favors and got you both into an early screening of a movie you’ve been looking forward to for months. 

A few months after that you met a law student at a local bar, his name was Jamie. Bucky and Natasha didn’t like him from the start, but they kept that to themselves. That was until you called Steve at 2 am in a panic to pick you up from Jamie’s apartment.

You two had been fast asleep when your phone, at least you thought it was yours, kept vibrating under your pillow. In a sleepy daze you check it to see if there was an emergency, but instead you found texts from someone named Eleanor telling your boyfriend that she can’t wait until he comes back to Vermont so they can spend the weekend together.

When you got back to their apartment, Bucky was already awake and making you pancakes. Ever since you were kids he just knew how to make you feel better. Sometimes you almost found enough courage to tell him that you’ve been in love with him since you were young, but you keep it to yourself. 

Fast forward to a year later, you find yourself sitting alone on your kitchen island drinking from a bottle of wine, rereading Bucky’s texts. “Let me help, please..” You never texted back, knowing he would just show up unannounced like usual. Moments later you heard your apartment door open and close, and you see Bucky carrying a grocery bag full of junk food in one hand and a duffel bag in the other.

You’re looking out at the sunset when Bucky is suddenly standing in between your legs with his hands cupped around your face. After a few minutes of uninterrupted eye contact, he pulls you into his chest and you listen to the beat of his heart until you finally speak up. 

“Who will be here for me when you find someone and can’t give me all your attention?” It came out needier than you intended, but Bucky didn’t notice.

He brushed the hair out of your face and spoke so gentle and soft you almost missed it. “Guess I’ll be single forever then.”

Not knowing how to process his comment at the moment, you decided to take another sip of wine.

“Nope. No more. I’m cutting you off.” You didn’t put up a fight, knowing that it was pointless.

Halfway through 10 Things I Hate About You, you start to sober up and decide to, kind of, talk about what happened.

“What about me screams, ‘I’m a doormat, walk all over me’? Or ‘Its okay, you can just abandon me. You wouldn’t be the first!’”

Nothing, Bucky thought, you’re perfect. I can’t be the only one who sees that..

But before he say anything, you snap. “Why do you always look at me like that? I don’t need your sympathy!”

Bucky’s whole demeanor changed. His usual soft eyes are now filled with hurt and confusion. The smile he usually wears has been traded for a frown and your heart instantly breaks. Why did I say that?

“Is that- is that what you think I feel for you? Sympathy?” You couldn’t help but notice the way his voice cracks.

“No. I just- I don’t know why you always make it your mission to take care of me. You could be doing so many other things this weekend and yet you brought enough clothes and food, I’m assuming you’re staying here instead.”

Bucky had to make a decision and he didn’t have long to make it. He could either tell you what he’s always planned on telling you when this day came, You’re my best friend, yn, what kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t there for you?

Or he could tell you the truth, that he’s been in love with you since you were kids. It was the summer your dad left and you climbed in Buckys window crying telling him about the fight your parents had. He decided then that he would always be there to protect you.

“Yn..” he took his time, making sure you knew how serious he was. “Yn, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, and before you could tell him how you felt, he continued.

“It’s okay that you don’t feel the same but I—“

“Bucky shut up for a second!”

He looked at you as if you held his heart in your hands, and whatever you said next would decide if it continued to beat or not.

Not trusting your words, you ran your fingers through his hair and slowly pulled him closer. When your lips finally touched, it felt as if all the air had left your lungs. Bucky quickly pulled you onto his lap and a moan escaped your mouth.

It was then he pulled away, giving you both a chance to catch your breath. You looked into his eyes and could could see the love he had for you, but there was something else. Lust.

Bucky held onto your hips and brought you down enough so you could feel how hard he was beneath you. It was then you remembered you weren’t wearing underwear, just a thin pair of sleep shorts and one of his old shirts.

He starts kissing your neck and behind your ear when he whispers, “I can feel how wet you are, yn.” His voice wasn’t helping your situation. “How about we go to bed and you let me take care of you.”

Your breath hitches as he chose that moment to grind you against him again, needing just a bit more friction. “Let me fill you up and make you mine.” You instantly nodded your head, not wanting to waste another second.

Bucky chuckled against the sweet spot on your neck. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes. Please, make me yours.” 

“There you go, princess.” he said as he carried you to your bedroom.

After placing you on the bed, he starts to undress you both. After admiring how beautiful you are in the moonlight, Bucky sits you back on this lap. Only this time his cock is in between your exposed core.

“Bucky please. We can play later, I need you.”

He wanted to take his time and learn all the parts of your body he wasn’t allowed to know before. But you were so needy and asked to nicely, who was he to deny you?

Bucky then slightly lifted you and placed you on his hard member. He was stretching you out more than you expected, but it was worth it. When you finally bottomed out, he began to kiss you until you were ready to move.

When you slowly began to ride him, Bucky turned into a moaning mess. Holding your hips tighter, he flipped you onto your back and put one of your legs around his waist and the other over his shoulder.

You began to see stars as he thrusted into you, going deeper with every thrust. “Fuck you’re so tight, so wet. All for me baby”

“All yours, only for you. Right there—fuuuck.” Usually you were quiet, never having a reason to be so loud or vocal in bed. But that’s because you’ve never been fucked by Bucky Barnes. Your best friend, who is reminding you he loves you as he’s stopping himself from coming undone before you.

“That’s it, come for me princess. Come all over my cock, you’re doing so well.” That’s all it took and you were having the most intense orgasm of your life. Your walls squeezed around him, and a few thrusts later Bucky pulled out of you and and came all over your stomach.

After catching his breath, he walked to the bathroom and got a warm rag to clean you off with. You just watched him, still feeling euphoric.

Soon Bucky was cuddled up next to you, thinking of the right words to say. “That wasn’t how I planned to tell you, but it was great.”

“Me either, but I fully expect a proper date.”

“Anything you want, doll.” He smiled, kissing you goodnight.

-

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[thecursedhellblazer-arc]

The Taste of a Promise

(( So, @sirhisslot, I saw this picture that @thedemonconstantine made for you yesterday and, since I was already planning to write a piece with John and our favourite sassy bird, I thought to uh...sort of dedicate it to you? It seemed just fair since it’s all thanks to you if I got to enjoy all the shenanigans you guys have come up with! ^^ ))

(( It’s a bit of a piece of trash and I’m so very sorry for it, but hopefully the thought will make up for its lack of super high quality! Happy delayed birthday from this random twat person! ))

John slowly blew out a mouthful of smoke, watching as it raised up towards the night sky before dispersing in the chilly air. The scratch on his cheek was still stinging like hell, even after it had been cleaned and disinfected, and so did all the other small gashes and light cuts that covered most of the skin of his arms and chest. His shirt, while not exactly torn to shreds, would have probably ended up in the trash the next morning. The time and the effort he would have to put in repairing it wouldn’t have been worth the poor results.

Sticking the cigarette back between his lips, Constantine muttered a heavy curse under his breath. Normally, he would have paid no mind to that kind of wounds, since he was used to dealing with much worse, and by now he should have made peace with the fact that his clothes got ruined more often than not. It was part of the risks of the job, something that couldn’t be helped and that he had to put up with, no matter how aggravating for both him and his wallet it could be.

However, in that particular occasion, the culprit also happened to be the source of his current bad mood and, if there was something John was good at, it was holding grudges, even, and especially if he had to be honest, for the most stupid things. The events that had taken place that night were part of an overused, bad script that, somehow, never seemed to get old and kept repeating itself over and over and over, much to the magician’s chagrin. The fact that he was to blame for all that as much as his opponent was, in his eyes, a detail of no import. It didn’t change the fact that he had been forced to flee outside and get some air, instead of being inside with the others, enjoying his drink.

“Bloody fuckin’ bird,” he muttered under his breath, moodily chewing the butt of his cigarette.

His eyes moved up towards the sky. The feathered fucker constantly glared at him, no matter what he did or said, no matter if he had been paying any sort of attention to him or not. He probably thought that John was a bad influence and that he could exert his role as such even just by existing in the same room where Tim was. And deep down, even if he wouldn’t have admitted it out aloud, the magician might have almost agreed with the owl. However, that didn’t give the bastard any right to attack him at the slightest pretext.

Constantine let out a low groan. He wasn’t even sure of how the fight had started this time. Maybe he had said a word too much, maybe he had glared at the bird for a bit too long. Or perhaps it was because he had messed a little with the winged wanker’s food. Chas had advised him against doing it, but of course he hadn’t listened. In his defence, Tim had been around for a few days and John had really tried to behave at first, but it had been impossible for him to keep the act up. The two of them just weren’t capable of getting along. Why exactly, it was a mystery and John’s guess would have been as good as any, if he had cared enough to make one. It seemed to be one of those things that simply were as they were, almost as if they had been meant to be.

Oh, he was bad at handling those. Very, very bad.

The wandering trail of his thoughts was interrupted by the light sound of wings flapping and Constantine turned his head on his side, already scowling before his eyes could properly land on the bird that had come to perch on the railing next to him. There were several feathers missing from his plumage and the magician couldn’t help smirking in smug satisfaction, knowing that he had been the one to do such damage. He might have gained his own wounds during the fight, but the bastard looked just as worse for wear as he did.

“Woh’s up now? ‘Ell, can’t a bloke ‘ave a bloody fag n’ some bloody alone time?” He grumbled under his breath, turning his head away once again. “Didn’t yeh get enough already? Sod off, yeh tosser. ‘M not in th’ mood to go again rite now.”

The sharp look that Yoyo shot him was even harsher than John’s tone had been, but then the owl seemed to choose to ignore him and instead he started to preen, trying to make up for the mess that had been made of his feathers. That moron was a jinxed menace,  a walking magnet for trouble, and he reeked of alcohol, cigarettes, bad habits,  misery and, literally, of Hell itself. He shouldn’t be allowed near anyone, especially not his human companion.

And yet, for some reason that kept evading him, Timothy seemed to have grown quite fond of Fate’s Fool, against what most people would have surely agreed was common sense and good taste.

Seeing his words falling in death ears, John rolled his eyes and went back to his cigarette, barely holding back the impulse of blowing out the next mouthful of smoke directly in the bird’s face. His gaze, however, kept darting towards the owl. He didn’t trust him not to sink his cursed claws or damned beak back in his flesh the moment he had turned away for a moment too long.

The silence stretched for a few minutes, the time that Constantine needed to finish his smoke and lit out the new one, while Yoyo kept  trying to cover the holes in his plumage, taking the time to shoot the man an outraged look every time he lifted his head to move his attention to another spot.

“Yeh know, if me presence offends yeh tha’ much, yeh can’ fuck off,” John eventually commented, after the umpteenth glare. “Christ. Yeh could even jus’… ” He waved a hand, gesturing to his unwanted guest to scoot away. “Lots of space on dis bloody railin’, innit?” 

Once again he was ignored, just as he had expected to be, and he glanced away, muttering one more curse. He didn’t know what was worse, not being able to relax and breath, which was what he had come out to do, or the sparks of irritation that kept being fed by the bird’s snobbish attitude. It was another thing that he would have never admitted out aloud, not even under torture, but the fucker and his insistent scowling managed to make him feel every bit like the piece of trash he had to be in the bird’s eyes.

Something sharp suddenly jabed him in his side and he started. “Oi! Yeh fuckin’ wanker!”

He whipped around to fully face Yoyo. He had meant it when he had stated that he wasn’t in the mood for another round, but, if the bastard wanted to go for it, he would have made him regret it. However, he paused when he found the owl with one wing extended, pointing towards the window of the balcony.

Look, you idiot.

The displeased expression didn’t abandon Constantine’s face, but he reluctantly did what he was being told, his eyes landing on the small scene that was playing inside the apartment. Tim was sitting on the couch, holding a glass that was probably being kept dutifully refilled by Chas. Tha cabbie had to be spinning one of his stories, because he was gesticulating animatedly, perhaps a bit more than it was strictly necessary, most likely in the attempt of keeping the teen as involved as possible in whatever was being told.

Despite himself, John found himself grinning slightly. Poor old Chas. He probably felt like he was failing miserably with Tim barely offering polite nods to show his participation, even if the lad had to be appreciating the snacks that kept being shoved in his way, considering how quickly they disappeared from his plate.

What a domestic scene, carrying the taste of a normalcy and of the tranquility of daily life none of them was truly used to. An old cassette playing in the background, complementing the warm lights that lit up his best friend’s flat, the lingering smell of the homemade dinner they had shared. It tasted like warmth, like safety, like home. A thin and yet sturdy shield against all the possible, ugly realities they had witnessed.

The promise of a better, brighter future.

John turned back towards Yoyo, finding that the owl was staring at him expectantly. And, hell, if he couldn’t feel the weight of those expectations. He groaned and the bird hooted at him, irritated and firmly, preventing the magician from just ignoring him as he had been tempted to do.

So? Did you get it or are you that thick?

Constantine puffed out a bit more of smoke, but then nodded, glancing briefly towards the window one more time. “…Aye, aye, got th’ fuckin’ message,” he grumbled under his breath. “Loud n’ clear, mate.”

Those words, however, didn’t seem to satisfy Yoyo because the owl pecked him once again, a bit harder than he had done to get his attention. The flash of satisfaction that touched his dark eyes when the magician winced was impossible to miss.

And?

“N’ ‘m tryin’, alrite? ‘M fuckin’ tryin’. Fuck, it ain’t easy, yeh know? N’…good t’in’s ain’t exactly me forte,” John was forced to continue, rubbing his forearm. Yet another bruise to add to the list. “But, if there’s somet’in’ I can do to stop all tha’, too keep ‘im ‘ere, wit’ us, away from…wohte’er ugly fate’s waitin’ ‘ed for us…Be bloody sure tha’ I’ll do it. N’ I’ll leave not’in’ untried. No ma’er th’ cost.”

Their gazes met for a moment and, after squinting at the man for a moment, Yoyo this time seemed pacified. His faith in John Constantine wasn’t the strongest and it would have never been, but he could recognise heartfelt sincerity when he saw it. There was no reason to believe that the magician’s attempts would have been enough, because history had often shown how useless will and good intentions could be at the end of the day, but it was a start. And it was something they could agree on. Some common ground, together with their shared despised for that filthy crow.

Fine. Truce. At least for tonight. But be ready to meet my wrath if you even just think about making a false step around Tim.

“Wohte’er,” John replied, bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Then a smirk opened on his lips. “…Fuckin’ stinky duster.”

The peck that reached his hand was strong enough to make him yell, but he found himself laughing mere second after, holding his bleeding fingers, not giving a damn about how Yoyo had puffed out his chest and his feathers, wings opened in a clear threatening pose.

His shout had been loud enough to attract Chas’s and Tim’s attention and the cabbie was already getting up from his seat, most likely to come and retrieve him, and perhaps even to give him another scolding about how he needed to stop poking the bird, but he found that he didn’t care about that either.

He grinned, widely, waving his injured hand, and damn. Behind the facade of offended anger and ruffled feather, he could have sworn that Yoyo was smirking right back at him.

[tipsyylove]

real

➵ genre: zombie apocalypse au, angst, dreamies x reader

➵  warnings: language i didn’t proof read it, sorry for any mistakes.

➵ requested: no

➵ a/n: i got inspired oops. sorry for using truth or dare a lot :/. this is kinda longer than what i usually write ooops

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shit. that’s all you could think. you have absolutely nothing and no one around you. since you moved out of your god awful parent’s house, you’ve been alone. and that was not to long ago. you’ve never reached out to anyone after high school, just wanting to be alone. you had friends, but you all eventually stopped talking. which is something you regret right now.

you had gotten up to make sure your doors and windows were locked. your house was very small, so it didn’t take long. you pulled down the blinds to your windows, and kept the lights on. you sat back down on your couch, awaiting updates from the news about the outbreak. the broadcast had been cut. it was just white noise now. something awful happened. this outbreak is spreading fast. way faster than you had expected. you aren’t really sure what to do in this situation. all you have is a couple somewhat sharp kitchen knives. no guns. no bats. no nails. nothing. you got up and grabbed the largest kitchen knife you owned. it could be helpful. you then went back to the couch and just stared at the tv, hoping something would happen. and next thing you knew, you were passed out.

»»——  ☠  ——««

you were very suddenly woken by a loud banging at your door. you’ve never held anything tighter than that kitchen knife at that moment. you peeped through the peephole to see a man standing in front of your door. he was looking at the ground, still banging. you unlocked the door and invited the man in. he was the first real person you’ve seen in a while. you never go outside unless it’s to eat. he looked a little ragged, and his clothes were only a little torn. you were just looking at him. he had a gun in his hand and he was quiet. until now.

“come with us. you’ll be safe from this, i promise.” he spoke. who’s ‘us’? is he insane? “im sorry, who’s 'us’?” you asked, puzzled. he just reached out his hand and said, “come on, it’s not safe here.” what is this guy on? “can i at least get your name?” you asked the man. “jaemin. now come on.” he was dragging you out of the door at this point. you hadn’t even turned off the tv or lights yet. not that it mattered anymore. the world is ending. and sooner than you thought it would.

»»——  ☠  ——««

when walking outside for a bit, you’ve already seen the chaos that’s rained down on you. what was once a beautiful neighborhood was now trashed. it was just you and jaemin outside walking. you hadn’t seen any real people for a while, just some people running and the occasional zombie, in which you ran from. jaemin had seemed to be leading you somewhere. he was very alert, and didn’t let anything hurt you two. you two had been walking for quite a while, before arriving at a huge house. it was all boarded up everywhere, and seemed abandoned. once you and jaemin had walked up to the door, he did some type of knock code, and some other guy opened the door after unlocking everything. the man was very tall. he had a pinkish tint to his hair, and plump lips. he let you guys in, and locked the door behind you.

this was all very sudden. you were just watching the news, and now you’re surrounded by six other men. they all had very distinct features. one very short, yet so handsome. one had a blonde undercut, which was so attractive. another had bright orange hair. the last one had his hair puffed up, forehead out. they looked like trustworthy guys. “okay, so here’s the only bystander i could find who was still inside. she’s rather quiet, which is kinda helpful.” jaemin spoke to the others. they all just kind of investigated you with their eyes. “what’s her name?” the orange haired one asked. “my name’s (y/n).” you spoke, quietly. “(y/n), this is chenle.” he said, pointing to the orange haired one. “that’s renjun.” he said, pointing to the rather short one. “that’s jisung.” pointing to the pinkish haired one. “that’s haechan.” he said, while the one with his forehead out waved. “and that’s jeno.” jaemin said, pointing to the man with the blonde undercut. jeno was quiet, and didn’t even acknowledge your existence. which is understandable, maybe he is just thinking. 

they were all very respectful towards you. they didn’t invade your space, and let you rest for a while. they were all discussing plans on what to do. they let you get some food out of the kitchen, and made sure you were comfortable. they were all so attractive in their own way. they all were just perfect. but, you were extremely exhausted from everything today. you just wanted to sleep. “hey, guys? im getting pretty tired, where should i sleep?” you asked, yawning. they all looked up at you, except for jeno, who just kept focusing on the map in front of him. “there’s two beds in the room upstairs and to the left. first room.” jaemin spoke up. you were assuming jaemin was the leader of this small group, being that he was the only one that really talked to you. “thank you guys so much. i couldn’t thank you enough.” you confessed to all of them, making your way upstairs. 

»»——  ☠  ——««

the room you were met with was surprisingly small, for how big the house was. but, that’s not something you should be complaining about. you have shelter, and you’re no longer alone. which was a good feeling. it’s been quite a while since you’ve been around people who seemed to enjoy your presence. you didn’t have any pajamas, so you just decided to lay down in your daily clothes. the bed was way more comfortable than your own. you were practically melting into it. until you were interrupted by someone stomping into the room. “holy fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” you yelled at the man. “sorry. maybe try not to take over my fucking room next time.” he spoke, clearly angry. this voice could be anyone that wasn’t jaemin. he definitely doesn’t like you, or your guts.

»»——  ☠  ——««

waking up, no one else was in the room with you. you heard someone knock on the door. yawning, you said, “come in.” jaemin walked in. he had a fully cooked breakfast for you in his hands. “jaemin, what did i do to deserve this?” you asked him, sitting up. “i just think you need a better welcoming than what you got last night. we were all planning on how to get into a safer place, and didn’t consider properly welcoming the new member of our team.” he smiled at you. “thank you, so much.” you said, smiling back at him. “we’re all gonna be downstairs. come join us whenever you want.” he smiled again, leaving you alone in the room.

you quickly ate your breakfast, excited to meet everyone properly. you didn’t bother cleaning up your appearance, so you just ran downstairs. as soon as you made it on the last step, you heard a, “hey, (y/n)’s up!” from chenle. everyone was gathered around the island in the kitchen, just talking to one another. you joined them in the circle, and just listened to them talk. everyone looked a bit messier now, everyone’s hair less done than it was yesterday. “i think we need to go to the supermarket to get some food. we have seven people now, we won’t make it very long if we don’t.” haechan said. everyone nodded in approval. “how would we get there, though. we don’t have a car. a couple of us would have to go on foot, and try to make it back alive.” jisung spoke. another group nod of approval. “i’ll go.” jeno spoke. that’s when it hit you. the voice from last night. the one that hated your guts. “me too.” haechan said. “count me in.” renjun said, raising his hand. “anyone else want to go?” jaemin asked, looking at jisung, chenle, and you. “nope.” we all said, in unison. “okay, haechan, jeno, and renjun. be careful out there. we wish you the best of luck. bring everything you need. don’t forget the walkie talkies.” jaemin commanded. it was amazing how prepared these guys were for this. they had all the materials that they needed, and always had plans for different things.

»»——  ☠  ——««

now it was just you, jaemin, chenle, and jisung. you guys were all children on the inside, so you played truth or dare. you gotta have some type of fun during the apocalypse, right? “jaemin, truth or dare?” chenle asked the supposed leader. “truth.” he said. “hmmmm, what’s your biggest fear?” chenle asked, hesitating a bit. “definitely losing you guys, you’re all i have.” jaemin confessed. it was quiet for a few seconds, before jaemin said, “(y/n), truth or dare?” you weren’t expecting to get asked. but, here you are. you’re a coward, so you said, “truth.” it took jaemin a while to think. “do you feel safe with us?” he asked. before you could answer, jaemin’s walkie talkie started to go bonkers. “what do you want us to get, exactly? we’re not sure at all what we should get.” renjun spoke through the walkie. jaemin picked his walkie up. “just grab anything you can. we’ll eat what you get, it doesn’t really matter.” jaemin told the other man. “okay, thank you. see you guys soon.” renjun’s soothing voice said, turning off his walkie, making jaemin’s go static. “okay, anyways. do you?” jaemin looked at you, along with the other two. “y-yeah. i do. i feel a lot safer here than i did at my house. again, thank you.” you said, smiling at all of them. “i’m bored.” you heard chenle speak up. “let’s make a fort!” you suggested. “yeah!” jisung jumped up in excitement.

»»——  ☠  ——««

the fort you guys had made wasn’t the best thing. it had it’s perks, but you were all enjoying a game of uno inside. you guys were laughing a lot. and you were pretty sure that you were gaining a better friendship already. they were all very fun and outgoing people. you liked this side of them. the fun sides of people are always better. you get along with them very well, and you’re glad that they found you. you would be dead now if it weren’t for them. you owe your life to them.  your uno game was suddenly interrupted by a very strategic knock at your door. jaemin quickly got up and let the other men in. they had very large bags full of food from what you could see from the fort. “god, are you guys five?” you heard jeno say, scoffing after. no one responded, but the mood in the room went down. it was no longer a happy mood. chenle and jisung were no longer smiling, along with yourself. you all got out of the fort and started to take it down. “hey, what are you doing? don’t let jeno influence your mood.” you heard renjun speak from the kitchen. but, it was taking up a lot of space in the living room, so you decided to take it down, explaining to renjun why.

it’s been a couple minutes since you had taken down your fort. the house was silent. “hey, jeno. what the fuck is your deal? why are you such an asshole recently?” you heard jaemin ask him broadly. “i have no idea what you’re talking about. am i not allowed to speak my opinion?” jeno stated loudly, but not quite yelling. “well, yeah. you’re allowed an opinion. but does it always have to be in such a nasty tone?” jaemin confronted the blonde man. jeno never responded. he just remained quiet, continuing to put the food away. 

»»——  ☠  ——««

the guys getting food took longer than you had expected. it was now night time. and it was fairly dark outside. and rather quiet outside. everyone gradually made their way to the food, all eating what they needed, but not too much. the three that went out for food earlier seemed pretty exhausted. jaemin was rather quiet, as well. which was pretty unusual. you were scared to talk about anything, afraid to be attacked by jeno. he seemed to be extremely aggressive. at least when he talked. which was rare. 

you started to make your way upstairs, and started to get comfy in your so called bed. it was another quiet night until you heard footsteps coming up. you were already prepared for what was about to come. you just knew that jeno didn’t like you invading his space, and probably wishes you were dead. he remained quiet, just laying down in his bed. that’s when you drifted to sleep.

»»——  ☠  ——««

it wasn’t long until you were awoken by some yelling. which was probably a bad idea, since the undead was probably attracted to sound and followed it. it sound like jaemin and someone else. you couldn’t quite point out who, though. you made your way to the door and slightly opened it, trying not to awaken jeno. you walked a couple steps down, and listened to the conversation. “we can’t just put her out on the street! that’s fucked!” you heard jaemin yell. “well she’s an issue! she never does anything and she’s always quiet!” you heard the other man yell. “i don’t care that you don’t like her, jeno! she’s apart of us now! she’s been here for two days. she might be scared to do anything!” jaemin was yelping at this point. “what if she never does anything, jaemin?!? she could be completely useless to us!” jeno boomed. “we could at least give her a chance!” jaemin yelled, ending the conversation. you heard someone start to come closer in your direction. you practically ran to your bed, and faked being asleep. you heard jeno walk in and he was swearing under his breath. he plopped down and you heard extremely aggressive breathing. you drifted to sleep after.

»»——  ☠  ——««

you woke up and made your way downstairs to see what everyone was doing. everything was quiet, once again, and you heard jaemin say “we have to go.”

part one | part two

[seouledbysisi]

Something New

Chapter fifteen

Brianne

Taeil stood staring at her waiting on a response. It seemed like they had been standing there quiet for nearly ten minutes. It wasn’t looking good for him at this point.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Did you hear what I asked you?”

She finally snapped out of her trance. “What?”

He chuckled a bit. “I asked if there was a deadline for us?”

“Oh.” She started and took a deep breath. “I mean no- but”

He shook his head. He hated when people threw a ‘but’ in. He knew this was heading downhill from here.

“I’ve been accepted into Stanford University. A full ride. South Korea is really far...” she began.

He nodded. “It is.”

“And I don’t know how it could work. School itself is going to be hard on me. Plus you’ll be busy all the time. I don’t know.” She took a deep breath. She had no idea why she was allowing these words to fly out of her mouth. What her heart wanted to say was “we’ll figure it out as we go. We’ll find a way for this to work” but with her abandonment issues she just couldn’t find the words that were right.

His hands dropped from her. “That’s definitely not what I was expecting you to say.” He said dryly. He felt like he was being selfish. He knew that long distance would be hard. Extremely hard at that but Sasha and Jaehyun had figured out how to make it work. Why couldn’t they figure this mess out too.

She giggled a bit. “What did you expect? You thought I was going to jump up and down and squeal about how nothing will tear us apart?”

He couldn’t figure out why the hell she was being so defensive with him. “No of course not but I expected you to at least act like you care! Maybe you don’t though. Sorry for assuming we were on the same page.”

Her heart felt like someone was tightening it. “I do care it’s just this is a lot that you just sprung on me!”

He chuckled unamused. “You have a funny way of showing how much you care. I think it’s time I take you home.” He grabbed his keys out his pocket and jumped into the driver side and waited for her to follow suit.

The car ride was so quiet. You could hear nothing but the hustle and bustle of the city.

“I’m sorry.” She finally spoke. The silence was killing her.

He simply shrugged. He was mad. He was hurt. He felt like he had wasted his time. She had shown him a side of her that he didn’t know and it killed him to feel this way.

“So you’re just going to shut me out?” She asked as she attempted to reel him back in. There was no reason that they had to finish the rest of the school year in odds.

He took a deep breath. “I don’t have anything more to say to you. You said a earful and that’s what it is.”

After about five minutes he pulled up at her house.

“You’re being really unreasonable, you know?!” She fired at him.

He turned to stare at her. She was opening a door that she really didn’t want to walk through. “Are you freaking kidding me right now?”

“What?” She yelled.

He covered his face for a moment. He was so frustrated. “You literally just said that we’re breaking up when we graduate and you want me to be fine with it? Brianne, what sane person would be okay with that?”

“I didn’t say we were breaking up!” She sighed.

He shook his head. “You definitely didn’t say otherwise either. You’ve made it plain how you really feel.”

A tear was begging her to be released but she couldn’t let him see that. She didn’t want him to leave her so she was beating him to it. Her mom had really done a number on her mentality. She opened the car door and stepped out. “I’m sorry that I can’t give you what you want.” She whispered and shut his door.

He couldn’t bare to watch her walk away. He hated that he had developed real feelings just for her to destroy him. Was he not good enough? He had treated her right he thought so why couldn’t she take a chance on him. He hit the steering and finally drove away.

When she finally shut her front door she slid down it and allowed her tears to roll. She whimpered a bit too loudly.

Her dad ran to her quickly. “What happened? Did he hurt you? I’ll kill him!” He spoke as he kneeled down beside her.

She shook her head as she wiped her face trying to gain her breath back. “No daddy!” She started to hyperventilate a bit.

He rubbed her back trying to calm her down. He knew whatever happened was bad. “What is it?”

“He’s moving to South Korea.” She finally spoke.

His heart broke for his daughter. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Did he break up with you?”

She shook her head as she squeezed her eyes shut. “No. Im pretty sure I did all the breaking.”

He pulled her into his embrace.

“I think I need help, daddy.” She finally admitted. She hadn’t even fully admitted that to herself. She needed some therapy if she was ever going to get past her mother leaving them.

Ivy

She stood with her hands on her hips.

“You better spill the beans before I knocked it out of you!” She semi-yelled.

His eyes flew open wide. “Why you gott get violent with me?” He pleaded.

“Because I need to know what you’re hiding!”

He took a deep breath. “I’ve been scouted to be in a boy group-“ he started. He figured he’d just rip the band-aid off. Might as well since he had been holding this water for a very long time.

Her face lit up. “Babe, I’m so happy for you! What’s so bad about that?!” She slapped his arm playfully. “You had me scared for noth-“

He tossed his hand up to stop her while she was already behind. “I’m South Korea, babe. Like kpop.” He admitted.

Her heart nearly stopped. It felt like it was beating as slow as a sloth moves. Her vision became a bit blurry. Her sugar had to be dropping because the room was spinning. Suddenly her legs went limp.

Johnny caught her before she hit the ground. He immediately laid her on the bed. “Baby, wake up! Ivy!” He yelled as he patted her face.

About five minutes later she started to come back to. She stared upon his face. “I just had the worst dream ever, baby.” She spoke with a slur. She was still clearly out of it.

He chuckled as he caressed her face. “What was your dream about, babe?” He figured he’d play along for a while because when she figured out that this was real she was going to snap his head right off.

She raised up a bit. “You were going to be in some kind of group in Korea.” She giggled.

Johnny’s smile faded.

She noticed his reaction. Tears filled her eyes. “Please tell me it was a dream, right?”

He shook his head silently.

Before she knew it her hand moved across his face with a quick slap.

She smacked her hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe she had actually hit him. She didn’t know what had come over her. Scratch that she knew exactly what had come over her. Many emotions that was. Mostly being pain.

He held his face where she had stung him.

Johnny knew she was mad. It felt so bad. Little did she know that he was feeling the same way as her. He didn’t want them to be separated either but what was the other option? He would never ask her to move across the world for him.

“I’m so sorry, babe.” He stated as he waited for her to say something.

She stared at him with her nose flaring. “How long have you known?”

He sighed. He really didn’t want her to know how long he had been keeping this.

“How fucking long, Johnny?!” She yelled. His silence was pissing her off.

He jumped from her anger. “A year.” He said under his breath.

Her eyes bulged. “What did you say?” She had thought she heard him say a year but maybe not.

“Around a year, babe.”

She immediately started grabbing up her prom gown and getting dressed. She was so in the moment she hadn’t realized that all she had on was her panties.

He tossed her an extra tee and sweatpants that he had brought for her. “Here put this on.”

“No thanks. I’ll wear my gown.” She refused.

He rolled his eyes. “I know you’re mad and I get it but don’t be ridiculous. Put the damn clothes on.”

“No!” She argued. Now she was simply being a brat.

“Ivy, just put the clothes on. Damn!” He was getting frustrated with her stubbornness.

She finally broke down. She dropped to the floor and allowed the gown to fall from her arms. She couldn’t control the tears that pouring out.

He sat in the floor with her and held her. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t know how.”

“What the hell am I going to do without you? You’re all I have basically. I’m not strong like Sasha. My heart breaks for her everyday.” Her face had turned red.

He smoothed her hair down. “My heart is breaking too, baby. But no matter what you have me. I don’t care how many miles away I’ll be from you. You’ll always own my heart.”

She hit his chest. She was so mad at him. “I wanna believe that but words are just words, Johnny. It’s easy now because we’re always together but South Korea is a whole other country. What if I need protection? You’ve always been my safe haven, Johnny! I need you.” She grabbed his shirt in the chest area and pulled him to her.

“I wish I could take you with me.” He whispered. “I’d never ask you to leave everything behind though for me.”

She looked up at him with hollow eyes. “Ask me.” She whispered back.

He perked up a bit. “Huh? This isn’t just moving to a different city, babe. This is a lot!”

“It’s going to be a lot without you with me. So I’d rather have a lot on my plate with you than without you!” She argued. She knew she wanted him for the rest of her life. She wasn’t about to screw things up now.

He threw himself into her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed all over her face. “I love you so much. I can’t believe that you would leave the country for me.” He stared at her with so much love in his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’d think I was going to let you get away.” She smirked and pulled him down on top of her.

Sasha

Sasha woke up with shocked eyes as she flipped her body right off of the couch onto the floor.

Jaehyun ran from the kitchen area when he heard a huge plop.

“Baby, you okay?” He helped her off the floor.

She rubbed her back. “Ow.” Was her response with a short chuckle.

He sat next to her on the couch. He tried to hold back his laughter but he just couldn’t.

“So not funny, Jaehyun!” She rolled her eyes and pouted.

He lifted his t-shirt off of her body and kissed up and down her back. “Better?” He asked with a smirk.

She sighed. “So much better.”

He turned her face towards him and leaned in for a kiss but she turned her quickly.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” She was a bit embarrassed.

He shrugged. “And? A small peck won’t kill me.” He smiled and stole a quick kiss.

Her heart was filled with a lot of nothing but him. “I’ve missed you much.” She admitted.

He nodded. “I’ve missed you too, baby. I could get used to this though.”

She raised an eyebrow a bit confused. “Used to what exactly? Being apart?!” She sort of was offended.

He shook his head quickly. He definitely didn’t mean that. “Waking up next to you everyday. Seeing your beautiful face. Feeling your warmth all over me.” He explained.

She giggled. “Maybe someday the stars will align for us.”

That response in itself hit his chest like a wrecking ball. He didn’t want to wait for the stars to align. He wanted to take his life into his own hands and make shit happen. He wanted to make her the happiest woman alive and he couldn’t do that with her being so far away.

He turned her to face him. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but I’m a little crazy. Why don’t you come to Korea after graduation? I know you have family here and they mean the world to you I’m sure and we haven’t been together but like five months but I know you feel what I feel too, right?” He gave her a nervous smile.

He was right it was definitely a crazy idea. “Where would I live? What about school? I do have goals, ya know?!” She giggled.

“My mom wants you with us! She misses you almost as much as me. And there are schools in Korea, ya know!” He was a bit too excited.

Her eyes widened. “Jae, this is crazy! You really want to see me all the time? I won’t get on your nerves?!”

“Crazy enough to work,baby! The only thing that will get on my nerves is if you’re away from me too long so let’s solve that issue. I want you there. My mom wants you there. You’re like a daughter that she had to leave behind.” He argued his point. “Just think about it at least.” He squeezed her hands.

-stay tuned

[juju-on-that-yeet]

Pinnacle

Prompt: Whumptober Day 8, Stab Wound

Summary: Google Chrome and Yandereplier are at a seedy club when a fight breaks out. It's not long before one of them gets hurt.

Warnings: Blood, violence (I mean, the prompt is “Stab Wound,” so :p )

Tagging: @peribloke (ask to be tagged!)

Read on AO3 (Full Whumptober Series)

Enjoy!

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Contrary to what the name suggests, “Pinnacle” is one of the seediest, shadiest clubs in the city. It’s got a name flashy enough to attract careless tourists, and a reputation that attracts the patronage of the least respectable people in the city.

Which is half the reason Yandereplier likes it there so much. The other half is that they never check IDs.

“This place is gonna get shut down before the year is out,” Chrome mutters from his seat at his and Yandere’s two-person table. Yandere smirks, fruity cocktail in one hand.

“According to the regulars, Pinnacle’s been around forever,” he says, taking a sip of his drink. “It was here before you were made, and Yami’s even been here before for business.”

“Business?” Chrome raises an eyebrow. Yandere laughs and leans in closer to Chrome.

“I’d bet about half the guys in here belong to some gang or another,” Yandere says, hushed but still grinning, “Employees included.”

“Great,” Chrome growls, slumping into his seat in annoyance. Yandere laughs again and ruffles Chrome’s hair with his free hand.

“The safe clubs are boring,” Yandere tells him, “Places like these are where the fun is.”

Chrome does have to admit that the club is at least clean, and the music isn’t too bad, either. It’s a bit of a cramped space, though. There’s people pressed all around him and Yandere at other tables, and the dance floor is packed. It’s the reason Yandere is sitting here drinking instead of dancing; there’s no space available yet. But it isn’t that late, and Yandere can party later than most humans care to. He’s prepared to wait, so long as he has something to drink. Chrome wishes he could get drunk; maybe he’d have more fun.

His attention is eventually grabbed by something happening near the center of the dance floor. Several people have stopped dancing, and seem to be conversing – no, yelling. It’s hard to tell through the volume of the club.

“What’s up, Aka-kun?” Yandere asks him, noticing his staring beyond Yandere.

“There’s some guys arguing on the dance floor,” Chrome answers. Yandere turns around in his seat to look, just as the argument becomes loud enough to attract attention from the other patrons without enhanced hearing.

“Huh,” Yandere says. He thinks. “I wonder if they’re gonna fight.”

“That seems like a strong possibility,” Chrome sighs.

Sure enough, the men arguing start shoving each other, and before Chrome can comment on it, he spies a flash of something silver. The patrons nearest to the fight start shouting, too, and start trying to leave. But the crowd is still impressively thick, and the escape is slow. The men fighting must be in a gang, because other people around the dance floor and at tables start pulling out their own weapons. Mostly knives, but Chrome spies a few pairs of brass knuckles and even a revolver. The other people around begin to shout and panic, too, and before long, the club is swarming with gangsters brawling and people clamoring to get out.

Yandere observes the scene with a slowly spreading grin. He looks over at Chrome with red eyes.

“I told you, Aka-kun,” he says, “This is where the fun is.” He pulls something out of his shirt; not his katana, but a shorter, fatter knife, better for close quarters.

“Yandere,” Chrome warns, “I swear if you even thi–”

It’s too late. Yandere’s already jumped into the fray, knife in hand.

Chrome growls under his breath as he gets up to follow. He’ll admit to being a little worried about Yandere’s safety, but mostly he’s just annoyed at having to stick around in this club. The heaving mass of panicking people is hard even for Chrome to wade through; he imagines it’s only Yandere’s small size and agility that’s enabled him to move deeper into the club with such ease. Chrome’s not really in the mood to get stabbed tonight, so he treads as carefully as possible, avoiding those with weapons.

Before long, though, he bumps into someone with both a pair of brass knuckles and fighting glare on.

“Watch it, asshole!” he yells, rearing back to punch. Chrome catches his fist before it comes close to his face.

“Have you been punching everyone who runs into you? In this packed, tight space?” Chrome deadpans. He tightens his fist, and the man howls as his hand is crushed in Chrome’s. “Have some sense and fuck off.”

The man bolts – or tries to, the crowd is still thicker than syrup. Chrome lets him leave and continues into the fray, but snippets of conversation reach his ears.

“Did you see that? That guy broke Tito’s hand!”

“Let’s show ‘im what happens when people mess with our boys!”

“Fuck me,” Chrome mutters under his breath.

Moments later he’s swarmed by gangsters (it must be easy to get through the crowd when one’s waving weapons around). It’s hard to fight in such close quarters, but Chrome is designed to be good at it. Unlike the first gangster, though, the others don’t flee when Chrome breaks their noses or snaps their knives in two. The energy of the crowd makes them feral, and the support of their metaphorical brothers in arms makes them reckless and relentless. Eventually, though, all have retreated but two, and their attack pattern is nearly unpredictable. Chrome has to wonder if the pair are brother and sister in normal life as well as gang life; it would explain their synchronization. One plays offense and one plays defense, but they switch every second, and they’re both good at avoiding a punch. Chrome knows he’s not as strong as he could be right now, either; the club is hot, so sweltering from the packed bodies that Chrome’s hardware is on the verge of overheating.

Chrome is busy blocking a slash from the man when the woman sneaks underneath and stabs him in the chest. Chrome chokes, body stuttering, as his pain sensors register the damage. What genius decided to make robots that could feel pain? he thinks as he grabs the woman who stabbed him by her ponytail and twists her head backwards. He dispatches the brother next, fully sick of this fight and tired of letting his assailants escape alive. He looks down at himself, at the gash near the center of his chest, and watches black oil flow out. All at once, vertigo hits, and Chrome staggers, slamming a hand down on a nearby table to ground himself, other hand instinctively moving to cover his wound. He isn’t squeamish, why is he reacting so strongly? Warning alerts pop up in his mind:

DANGER: Core breached, functionality at 91%. Repair immediately!

Fuck.

Now that Chrome knows that, he can sort of feel the notch in his core from the woman’s knife. Of all the things that knife could’ve hit, his core is the worst. Where humans have their hearts, Chrome and his android brothers have their cores: Spherical blocks of metal and hardware about twice the size of a human heart in the direct center of their chest. They store battery power and disperse it accordingly, circulate antifreeze, and keep the unit functioning. A Google unit can lose limbs, have senses destroyed, or sustain traumatic brain injury, and still survive if they keep calm and get repaired within a few hours. But cores are delicate things, and even the slightest damage can be catastrophic. If an arm is severed, the oil can be diverted away to elsewhere in the body to keep from bleeding out. But a core cannot delegate its own functions, so any injury quickly gets worse and worse as the core keeps working. And for a core, expected functionality is no lower than 98%, ideally more, at any time. Anything even slightly lower is cause for concern. 91% is far beyond concerning, and Chrome knows it’ll only get lower from here.

But dammit, Yandere’s still somewhere in the club, and like hell Chrome’s going to leave without him. He’ll probably need his help soon, too, with his core functionality dropping by the second.

The crowd has thinned to a degree since Chrome’s fight started, and the only people still in the club are in pairs or groups, beating the tar out of each other. A few people are sprawled out on the floor, unconscious…probably. Chrome doesn’t care enough to check. None of them are Yandere, so it doesn’t matter. Chrome’s body doesn’t want to move; energy is being diverted to his core, so much so that his fingers and toes start to feel numb and useless. But he pushes himself forward regardless, struggling along to find Yandere. Eventually, a gunshot rings out from the back of the club, and people scatter once more, abandoning their fights to escape. Chrome distantly remembers seeing a gun in someone’s hand earlier in the night, he’s surprised it took them so long to use it. Among the throng of people running from the back to escape the building is, finally, Yandere.

“Hey,” he says, practically skipping up to Chrome. His clothes are splattered in blood that isn’t his, and his eyes are bright red, pupils blown wide. “Some idiot tried to shoot me, can you imagine?” He laughs, but quickly notices Chrome’s listliss posture and how he’s holding his chest. “Aka-kun, are you okay?”

“Got stabbed,” Chrome wheezes. Talking is harder than he thought it’d be. “Nicked my core.”

Yandere’s expression instantly changes to shock. He knows how cores work, Chrome told him about it ages ago.

“What’s the functionality?” Yandere asks, eyes already darkening back to brown.

“Seven…” He sways, only barely catching himself. “Seventy-six percent.”

Yandere says something in Japanese, probably a swear, but Chrome can’t concentrate enough to translate. Yandere goes to his side, pulling the arm Chrome hasn’t pressed to his wound across his shoulders.

“I’ll get us home, don’t worry,” Yandere tells him, “Let’s go out through the back. It’s closer and safer.”

Chrome nods, and the simple motion makes spots appear in his eyes. He’s really in no position to protest Yandere’s decision even if he wanted to. He keeps walking alongside Yandere, trying not to lean on him too much, but he feels duller and heavier with every passing moment. At one point, his vision blinks out for a few seconds and he nearly collapses into Yandere’s side. Yandere yelps and only barely manages to keep him standing.

“Hey, don’t pass out, Aka-kun!” Yandere cries, “You have to walk with me, I can’t carry you!”

Chrome knows. He’s too heavy even for Yandere’s above-average strength. But the thought flits out of his head a moment later as more and more of his energy goes to support his fluttering core. His feet and hands are numb now, hard to walk on, hard to grab with. By the time Yandere gets Chrome to the employees-only back door, the numbness has reached Chrome’s elbows and knees. Yandere pushes the door open with the shoulder Chrome’s not leaning on and pulls him into the night air and out of Pinnacle. Chrome can hear the crowd on the other side of the building, hear sirens in the distance getting closer.

“Dammit, of course,” Yandere mutters, “Now we have to go through the alleys to avoid the cops.”

Chrome’s body is just about done moving, though, and he sags, slumping against Pinnacle’s back wall.

“Can’t go,” Chrome gasps. He coughs, and oil comes up.

“Okay, okay,” Yandere says, frantic, “I’m calling Yami, he’ll get out of here.”

Chrome can feel his core pulsing painfully. The notch has morphed into gaping cavern, leaking power.

“Core’s…” Chrome coughs again. “Thirty-eight…percent.”

A core doesn’t need to hit zero for an android to die. It can happen any time once the functionality hits 20%. Chrome’s chest feels like fire. It’s the only thing he can still feel.

“You’ll be okay, Aka-kun, you’ll–” He pulls his cell phone away from his ear, face drawn with anguish. “Chikusho! Answer me, Yami!!” He presses a button and puts his phone back to his ear. “It’s only twelve-thirty, you have to still be up!”

“Wilf…?” Chrome can’t finish the question. Too much effort.

“He shot his phone yesterday and hasn’t replaced it yet,” Yandere answers, shivering with nerves as he waits for Dark to pick up. Chrome suddenly realizes that Yandere is crying. “Oh god, fuck, fuck, he has to pick up, I can’t get you home in time–”

“Yan…” Chrome gasps. He tries to lift his hand to wipe Yandere’s tears, but his arm won’t move anymore. “Onii-san…s’okay.”

Yandere bites his lip and brushes Chrome’s hair out of his forehead. There’s oil on his hands. There’s oil all over.

“I’ll be okay when you are,” Yandere tells him, voice shaky. “So just stay awake for me, okay, otouto?”

Chrome nods weakly, leaning into Yandere’s hand as it moves from Chrome’s hair to his cheek.

“Yami?” Yandere suddenly gasps. “Oh my god, Yami, I need your help! Aka-kun and I are at Pinnacle, at the back door, and Aka-kun got stabbed! It hurt his core and he’s dying Yami, please–”

There’s a rushing of wind as something like a black hole opens up in front of Chrome and Yandere. In only a moment, the rushing dies down and the smoke clears, leaving Darkiplier standing there, phone still in hand.

“Yami,” Yandere gasps, relief heavy in his tone.

Chrome is glad that Yandere is relieved. He’s almost forgotten that he’s the reason Yandere’s upset in the first place. Everything feels distant now. His body is beyond being numb; it doesn’t feel like his. Even his chest, even his sputtering core feels dull and chilled. The gash continues leaking energy, festering in his chest. Objectively, he knows this, but he cannot feel it, he cannot speak, and he cannot keep his eyes open.

Dark, meanwhile, doesn’t say a word, only teleports the group back to Ego Inc. in a flash of dark smoke. The void, for all its cold and emptiness, feels no different to Chrome than the night air outside of Pinnacle. It only looks darker, and darker, and darker, and Chrome cannot stay awake long enough to see where Dark has taken him.

[the-house-of-the-nine]

In Depths Below: Lament Part 1

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“Kel’kiros.”

The lead man slowly slipped his pistol into his holster.

“We need ten minutes, then we are air bound.”

“Yah’ll ‘ave yah ten.  Yah be sure tah tell yah boss when ah’m done wit’ these fuckers. . . Ah’m comin’ for ‘im and the Kash’ebahl.”

And with that, Kel’kiros Kael’esett slowly ascended the staircase on his way to the bedroom where he would wait for The Nine to arrive.  With polearm in hand and his massive armor shaking the floor as he quaked, it would be an ambush they would never expect...

Moments Later in the Halls of the Bastille. . .

[  L.K  ]  Kross was calmly moving through the hall of the Bastille doing as he had done every day in the past, and every day from this day, in his future. The upkeep and maintenance of the hallowed ground was paramount to his existence. Kross was after all head of the house and kitchen. Let’s face it, as steward, his duty was to fully look after everyone here and the whole ground itself.  Never a book out of place.  Never a weapon left abandoned. 

Being dead had its perks for Scourge and Forsaken alike, but being cursed; well that was different all together.  The old spirit would remain trapped in the endless loop of undeath roaming these halls tirelessly for eternity.  Or until the phylactery he kept somewhere in the Bastille was destroyed.

Time dilation happens in a way that allows those who are wise enough to detect its movements, a chance to expect arrivals through that grand entrance door. Such a talent was limited to; but not lost to the others, primarily Lazarius and Kross, who spent most of their time here. But no doubt as Confessor, Verzatea Duskflame would likely detect these influxes and the comings and goings of the entire order with her web of intelligence. But Kross was vigilant none the less.

On this particular evening it was known to the old gilnean where his charge was at all times. He was proud that Lazarius was spending a great deal of his time in Stormwind, it meant he was searching for new blood. It meant he was keeping true to his duties as the High Inquisitor. But he also knew that the gentleman needed leisurely experiences, and that was what he had assumed tonight was.

He had mentioned meeting with Zalra to Kross, a “personal” day. So it would come as some shock when the keen old steward detected the door activating and her talisman being used. So much so that he had paused to observe the door, ceasing his cleaning all together.

Zalra would more or less come through the door in haste, it was shut behind her limiting what the old steward could see. But clearly from the look on her face something was abruptly ending her evening.

“Zalra Azurestar .... your arrival is most unexpected, I had thought you were deeply entrenched behind Stormwind lines”. Kross was shocked, just a bit as his tone portrayed. It took a lot to push the old man past concerned and into worried.

[  Z.A  ]   “No matter what Zalra... thank you... thank you.”

If it hadn’t been for those parting words, Zalra would have emerged into the halls with a look of determination upon her face. There would have been a proud posture about her as she would find those she needed to get the Inquisitor back. However, she didn’t. His thanks caused her to wince; it caused her to turn around and look back, only to be disappointed with the sight of the Bastille’s hall closet interior instead. What else was she truly expecting?

Turning around she unsurprising saw Kross, and immediately registered questioning her untimely and unexpected visit. Seeing the steward send a very brief moment of relief over her as she stepped forth. With a steady sigh, she regained the little composure she unseeing let slip from her.

“Kross,” she breathed in the cold air of the Bastille, finally.

Elsewhere in the halls...

[  V.D  ]   There had been a sluggishness to Verzatea's existence that was not so easily mended by Brinys's over all presence. There was great joy in her heart which made each day tolerable in it's suffer, just seeing her daughter grow and experience all of her firsts, but there was another piece of living that she had neglected in her desire to submerge herself in motherhood. Duty. Duty is what had brought the maiden from her room, absent of her daughter who had been given to a well trusted student.

What gave Tea peace of mind in allowing her daughter to be in the company of someone else who wasn't of the high council was the fact that she could easily see where within the Bastille they were, often checking up on the girl and her daughter with a mere flick of the wand. Thus, knowing her child was safe and she herself was free to do work as needed.

Verzatea would arrive in the great hall, lingering in a doorway and leering from the darkness whilst adjusting and fluffing the frilly fabric attached to the waist of her peplum dress. The dark red fabric did well to contrast against her paling skin, vibrant green eyes watching on curiously, brought here by the oddly familiar though hard to place presence which had bustled through the doors so quickly. It hadn't set off her alarms, which therein told Tea that who ever had come was of the Nine.

For the moment in which she spent staring aimlessly at the on goings within the hall she also spent it at length trying to determine if there was more that she had been left out of. If there were more people who were entrusted to go beyond the Bastille halls, if there was more at play than she was aware of. Such was a humbling, if not deeply humiliating, thought. How long had she been reclusive from the inner workings?

[  R / L  ]   Raith had exited the grand library for a brief moment, just to get a snack. He couldn't continue his goals on an empty stomach. He made sure to avoid Brinys whenever he could - he didn't want to see that rapidly-growing monster. Once he'd gotten a little something to eat, in the form of a cup of hot tea and a small plate of scones, he paused upon seeing Zalra on his way back to the library.

Sharp eyes focused on them - he'd been in his studies so deeply he hadn't had a chance to meet them. Not bothering to hide, he simply stood in a hallway, staring down Zalra and examining her. This one better not have been more competition for his rightful place.

[  L.K  ]   “You look at your superiors with contempt, not respect. Learn early little prince, without loyal subjects you will be missing your head in no time flat.”. Marseille, the first shade to Lazarius slowly took a place beside Raith on the upper level peering down at the incident below.

[  R / L  ]   “I’ve been adopted for a reason. If it’s not to rule, then I can’t imagine what it was for. I’ll be less aggressive when my rightful place is no longer at risk.” Hissed Raith softly to the shade. “Who are you to question me anyway?”

[  L.K  ]   “Your rightful place is to serve this order as all who come before you. Not step onto a throne you are assuming is entitled to you.”. The Shal’dorei hissed right back.

“Your ‘father’ would disown you if he heard you, this is a council and a home of freedom for these people, people who put their lives everyday on the line to protect that freedom.”  The whitish pink eyes of the shade watched closely below and turning only for a second to address the ‘prince’.

“Forget my words and on your coronation day I will personally end your reign as the shortest in documented history.”

[  R / L  ]   Raith couldn't believe his ears - or rather, he didn't want to believe them. "They saw potential in me," he growled.

"They knew I could be better than what I was. If they're not going to use me properly...ignore my developing talents...then perhaps, I should leave." the boy gave the shade a rather serious look.

A look of utter disdain and hatred, a look that reflected what he always felt for the world. Nothing is ever fair! he thought, and indeed, the world hadn't been particularly kind to him. Not even getting adopted seemed to change his view of the world, it had given him no hope.

He been found in the Ghostlands, and later in Silvermoon, at such a young age because the world simply wasn't fair. He was thriving back then only because he had given up on hope of the world suddenly becoming fair to him.

With that, he moved to head to his bedroom. If he wasn't stopped, he'd commence his newfound plans to run away.

[  Z.A  ]    “The Inquisitor has been apprehended by bounty hunters.” She cut to the chase, knowing there was no time to unleash any filler of the situation.

“Kun-Lai Summit. Someone by the name of Magister Dawnseeker tracked him there. He mentioned something about “paying up”. We need to get him now, they might still be there!”

Now that the main concern had been unleashed upon any ears that were intentionally listening, she began to go into detail about the new devices that were used to capture Lazarius.

“They had these…cuffs that eat void magic and prevent anyone from escaping on that power…” The Sin’dorei disguise void elf turned her fel-fire eyes to Kross as he stared at her with a narrowed gaze.

[  V.D  ]   The Confessor stiffened up, her lips pressing into a firm line.

[  L.K  ]   Dawnseeker. Kross could hardly control her even as she nearly burst at the seems trying to express how much panic was ensuing over the last few moments of her interaction. He would almost institutionally reach to calm her as he placed both hands on her shoulders and narrowed his vision into a stern glance.

"Dawnseeker. . ." At the talk of bounty hunters and devices, Kross peered around the hall, hoping someone would have been there to aid them but alas. He was alone. Dammit. "Calm down Zalra. . . Calm yourself. If he sent you here. . .it must have been for good reason. To get help." He was unsure how to react with the girl, Kross had not had much experience with her save for a few introductions here and there.  He once helped her settle in her chambers when first arriving with the rest of them since it was many of the new orders first time within the Bastille.

"Where is Vari. . .gods be damned.” he muttered to himself.

“Someone get me The Harbinger. . ."

Kross would do the only thing he naturally thought he could in a situation such as this and moved away from the panicking huntress. He stepped silently toward the large brick terrace just off the main entrance way, and in the cove there was a large braided cord. It was gripped and pulled three times. The bell that was attached to it would sound through the entire hall, the entire Bastille for that matter.

He would alert every last person alive and even dead with the sound of that bell. The same bell that some of them may remember was used to announce the invading Gallows when the Bastille fell.

"Zalra. . . We will get him back. If I know Lazarius. . .he is stalling them. . .just calm yourself and breathe.*" Kross repeated as he looked toward the upper level waiting for a sign of help.  It would almost seem as though he was trying to reassure himself of that same fact.  Be calm.  Do not panic.

[  R / L  ]   Raith was the only one who would be absent from the bell's call, no doubt. He was almost to his room, now. A few more paces and he could begin packing. A few more paces...and he would be done with these people who had come to raise him.

Done with these people who failed to pay enough attention, failed to interact with him. Failed to parent him...and worse yet, dared parent another with care and gentleness in front of his very eyes. Brinys will get what she deserves one day, but not today, he thought.

[  K.A  ]   Koltun stood outside of Raiths room, felfire glowing brightly through the worn fabric of his bandana. He didn't necessarily need to cover his eyes among those within the household, but he felt some propriety could be used. Even when used to seeing undead knights, void elves drained, and other horrors, it could still be unnerving to look up into the empty and burnt sockets of an illidari. Even if orbs of fel fire had taken up residence within the pockets. Large horns curving out and up from the main of his blond hair were tipped to the side slightly, the hunter cocking his head to regard the boy with silent curiosity.

He had heard the bell, hastily cleaning blood and gore from his claws and chest before heading out to answer the call, on my to see Raith heading the -other- way.

"Bastille hallways can be confusing, hmm?" The hunter rumbled, stretching a wing out with a small shake.

"I knew the halls of the Estate since I was younger than yourself, and even I still got turned around, but here? Forget it." His other wing stretched out, blocking the boys door in a casual manner.

"It would be my honor to accompany you to the call of the bell. Sounds important."

[  R / L  ]   Raith scowled at the wing blocking his way. "You don't need to, beast. I'm leaving." he spat.

[  Z.A  ]   Zalra felt her cheeks flush briefly with a rosy tint. Embarrassment crept up her throat as Kross suggested she calm herself. She was trying her hardest to have a strong stance to her report, but the old man had more years than her to read people more accurately than others.

When Kross’ hand’s gently steadied her shoulders, the ‘Sin’dorei’ tensed noticeably but did not shrug away. He was trying to help the situation and she couldn’t blame him for his efforts. She wasn’t going to be rude to the steward and shake him off, so she stood there accepting it.

Her mind was clear as Zalra prepared herself for the plan that was developing in the minds of those present; well…she hoped so. The situation was unfamiliar to her. She couldn’t formulate anything against this mysterious Dawnseeker.

[  K.A  ]   Koltun arched a brow at that. "Leaving, hmm?" And planted the rest of his body in front of the door, dominating it completely. He could have moved, could have simply let the boy run off, perhaps he would have, once upon a time. But something inside said no.

“Why?" He asked simply, folding his arms over the tattooed expanse of his bare chest.

[  R / L  ]   “If you idiots won't let me be useful, won't use my talents, or even give me attention, then I don't see why I'm sticking around.” said the young elf as he tried to get around him, failing.

[  K.A  ]   Examining his claws, the hunter remained silent, pursing his lips thoughtfully. Tucking his wings back, he stretched, then hooked an ankle over the other, full on leaning upon the door. It gave an uncomfortable creak beneath his weight, but remained firm.

"Mm. I see. How odd. For some reason I thought you were stronger than this. I dont know many your age who are granted schooling to enhance your skills and broaden your arsenal, the freedom to work on them at your pace, and a home with a roof and fine food. Those seen as strong individuals are rarely given coddling. They don't need it, it hinders." Koltun brought his arms up to hook behind his head, shifting his gaze to the ceiling.

"At least that's how I saw you. In fact I was downright jealous you were loved enough to be granted so much luxury... I wasn't when I was given to the estate." Tilting his head, Koltun regarded Raith.

"Guess I didn't need to be jealous. Only weak minded creatures throw tantrums and run away. Actually makes me sad. Wanted to get to know you."

[  R / L  ]   He pinned his ears back. His pride would no doubt be wounded. Clenching his fists, he told Koltun through nearly-gritted teeth, "...I'm. Not. Weak."

[  K.A  ]   Dark lips peeled back in a small grin, pearled canines peeking past.

"Oh? If you weren't weak, why are you running? Why are you throwing away opportunity only to return to dismembering rats on the street for fun? Looks less like a string decision and more like a weak temper tantrum to me." Kolt removed his bandana to dramatically run his eye with a fist.

"Woe is me! I'm not seen as useful because I'm still learning how to be better than I am now! Poor me, they want me to be the strongest but I'm too weak to see that so I'm going to run away! They care about me so much they adopted me and gave me opportunity but they're too -busy- trying to keep things running and everyone alive to pay coddle me except this damned illidari! Gods what an asshole that scaled beast is! How dare he -care-" He stopped and gave Raith a flat look.

"Sound familiar? You say you're not weak? I'm willing to believe it. But you have to crawl before you can walk, and walk before you can run. I'd rather see you at full strength with all the knowledge offered to you from here, than see you flail about like a fish our of water, whining you're strong and half assing your abilities because you cant see the big picture."

[  R / L  ]   Raith was silent for a while, but still scowling. "...Then I'm not running away." he said, turning on a heel to head to where the bell had originally summoned him.

[  S.D  ]   Between the sound of the bell and the overwhelming emotions flooding the halls from Raith, the Compellor rushed from her quarters. Had it not been for the wall of rage from the boy she would have likely ran into Kolt. “Both of you, please stop..” she grumbled holding her temple. She looked to Raith and reached for his hand as she too headed towards the sound—saying nothing but hoping the pained youth would take it. Which he did.

[  K.A  ]   Koltun smirked, rather proud that he'd thus far successfully prevented Raith from leaving. Perhaps he could have approached it differently, but the pride and anger he saw in the child made him realize that conventional methods, like ones he would use on Vari or Siida, wouldn't work. So he took things a bit tougher. In his eyes, Raith could do with a small dose of reality. As Sennaris emerged, he held his hands up.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help here." He offered, falling into step behind the two of them to answer the call.

The last thing he truly ever wanted to do, was be asked to hunt down and kill Raith if he left. He never kidded himself, he was not a good man. But even he put a limit on harming children.

[  V.D  ]   From the threshold in which she hid herself Tea would emerge in the Great Hall with a look of grief, alas she didn't look so overwhelmed. She looked determined. In her hand was her wand, the extension of her arm, the filter which helped concentrate her powers into booming magnificence.

Her hair fell into her eyes as she'd bow her head toward Zalra and Kross, given she didn't fully straighten herself though she did not speak. There was a frog there, stuffed inside of her throat, making it hard to swallow, to breathe

[  L.K  ]   Kross who had been waiting patiently for the rest of them to finally get there, turned upon hearing the sound of footsteps to notice it was Verzatea.

“Confessor...Did you not hear her? What are you doing just standing there! Defense of our Inquisitor, Students and Magic users now!”. His eyes were glowing fiercely white as her turned back toward Zalra.

“You came through, reactivate your talisman and take us back.” 

“And somebody get Vari for the love of the Gods below!” Kross grabbed hold of Zalra and shoved her toward the door to hasten the need for action. “And find Koltun, maybe the demon can use his lack of eyesight to track him!”

In and entirely separate action, Marseille would leap over the side of the upper level and gracefully descend to the floor below, silent as his soft bare feet touched down against the stone. He would reach for the individual knives on his belt and count them lightly before nodding to assure he had them all, and also the tomahawk against his spine pushed between his belt loop and clothes.

[  P.K  ]   A raven within the rafters watched everything unfold, the beaded eyes shifting from onyx gems to stark-blue to match its mistress. Upon Kross’ command, he let out a wicked caw that was ominous and echoed through the halls. Upon hearing such deep within the bowels of the Bastille, her eyes shifted upward and a look of sudden fear overcame her visage for a mere moment. It was a fear not for herself, but for her brother.

As she trained the cultists, her eyes would then transform to that of the onyx beads of her raven, the pair exchanging vision a moment. She witnessed Kross in a rare state of unease and urgency and she barked her orders to the recruits that they would be needed soon enough.

The more elite of the army gathered around, circling them, readying to shift gears at the call of their mistress. Vari whirled away from them and within moments, the frigid aura was felt by all within the Grand Hall as she'd used her supernatural speed and strength to scale the underground tower. The chaotic whispers of madness that radiated from her saronite armor would be felt as the ominous clomps of plate along stone began a harsh echo along the walls before ceasing as she stood in place near the hall entrance, taking in the scene of congregated bodies before her.

She stood atop frost, fingers of ice now snaking outward from where she was stationed indicating just how furious she was. She looked wild, a fury in her lich-drenched eyes as she snapped her gaze from first Zalra then to Kross, coming to stand beside the steward as she felt her ire rise.

“What is this I hear about Lazarius?” she hissed, knowing well what it was that Guntram had allowed her to see and hear. The raven let out another caw, a rich, piercing noise before gliding down to settle along his mistress' shoulder.

[  L.K  ]   “Hunters tracked him to Kun-Lai Summit, working under the Magister named Dawnseeker. They’ve grabbed him, we need to get back there.”

Kross turned as Vari had arrived, he was feeling far more relieved at this point. The old gilnean only had one desire at this point, and that was to break through that door at once.

[  P.K  ]   A foreboding rumbling was making its way through the halls now, a slight shaking of the floors and the sound of plate on stone. It would be clear that the army was moving through the lower halls.

[  V.D  ]   Twisting atop her high heels the Confessor would whip forth her wand, bursts of bright blue-white light hurtling through the halls of the Bastille at a hasty speed -- in the distance one could see the lights separating, forming into her conjured animal of emergency and culling, beasts formed to herd and bring the students of the magically inclined Nine from their deep studies.

In the next instant had the ever silent Confessor whipped her wand around over head in a slight arch, a burst of dark magics settling over her being and consuming her for a mere moment. As she'd swiftly return to view, the shadows dispersing into a cloud of fading smoke to reveal Tea in her battle garb.

Cloth robes dressed in bits of metal plate to protect her torso and legs but remaining not so constricting. Her wrists were bandaged tightly with bracers, her hands decorated with metal claws attached to the tips.of her fingers. Her once free flowing blonde hair was now tugged up into a tight hair bun, around her neck hung the unused cloth hood. The dark purple and black of her garb contrasted drastically against her paling skin.

True she wasn't speaking. But she was fully present, and as students would begin to trickle in behind her dressed in garb similar to their last great war... She was prepared.

[  Z.A  ]   Zalra would notice more joining them, and spotted the more familiar face of Verzatea Dustkflame; The Confessor. The woman’s nod in brief greeting did not go unnoticed, however Zalra was shoved by Kross and turned her attention away. An appropriate reaction, to be fair. There were more pressing matters than the ‘Sin’dorei’ following frivolous formalities. As everyone prepared for battle, she too adjusted the grip of her strange, void-addled spear, and reached for the handle of the door with her gauntlet hand.

She ripped it open quickly to reveal not the Bastille’s hall closet, but a brief glance into the interior of the Kun Lai Summit mountainous cabin. Zalra would be the first through the portal on command.

[  P.K  ]   The rumbling was louder and the floor shook as The Nine’s most elite began to filter in behind their mistress into a very thick and odd formation in the small space. They were all clad in head to toe armor that was dark in color with violets and vibrant green accents. Helmets were drawn. Weapons of all variations were held. They waited.

[  L.K  ]   Stepping back through the portal beside the Spear wielding huntress would be the other who worked as she did. Marseille; the Shaldorei would be holding his knives and stepping in with her.

“We go. . .Zalra lead on, Confessor, your students to protect and seal the barrier.  Harbinger hold the line. . .” Kross would rush in, and the scene they would find was mostly innocuous.

No sign of a struggle, no sign of blood or destroyed parts of the building. It seemed all was calm.  Boot prints coming in from the front door of the small three room cabin we’re clear.

“Six men were here.”. Marseille said as he knelt down beside one set of tracks.  The cabin was surrounded on all sides by pane glass windows, it opened the room up. Outside the others could see they were somewhere on the mountain. The fire and candles had been put out, an empty bottle of wine was spilled, a box looking to contain a gift was scattered. The look of a casual evening gone wrong. 

“Marseille can you detect tracks.. where is he?”. Kross pushed his way into the room and began to look about. 

“He was lofted. The weight and imprint of these tracks in the snow match one set of boots coming in, yet more weigh pushing down.  He did not leave on his own.”. The Shaldorei stated while observing prints outside the door crushed into the fresh powder.

The tiny cabin was no where big enough to hold all the students and soldiers, it could possibly contain twenty people comfortably. They’d have to hold back.  Kross would begin to look over the room before pushing his way back into the doorway to the Bastille. “I will attempt to contact him with the pit...”

Marseille on the other hand continued out into the snow. He would see if he could track them further.  If there was a way to detect where they had gone, he would find it.  But at that moment, when he had walked out the door, there was a sound upstairs. It appeared someone was left and still mulling about.

[  V.D  ]   With a careful tugging motion the Confessor would pull her hood up over her head, the hood fitting snugly around her ears and falling low into her darkened eyes whilst her boots another change to her attire from Verzatea to Confessor - crunching gently against the snow as she watched the Shade work. The noise was heightened slightly as the mages and other magically inclined spiritualists of the Nine fell in kine behind the lanky woman back inside the main room, four of them to be exact. As she drew closer to the meandering figure of Zalra, the woman lofted her free hand - though her wand hand was at the ready to defend - thus to taste the atmosphere. Feeling for any sort of magic in the air lingering in hopes to entrap her fellow Nine, metal claws slicing the air as she tapped into her third eye.

[  Z.A  ]   As soon as Zalra crossed the threshold, she made way for the handful of others participating in Lazarius’ rescue. However, she did hesitate briefly in her movements. The empty room and lack of bounty hunters made her stomach twist, but, deep down it was unsurprising. Dawnseeker’s men had their target; why would they wait around for a coat?

She listened carefully to Marseille’s investigative results and only frowned further, he was right. They couldn’t have gotten too far, though? Unless portals were involved. However, Zalra knew that someone would be able to track any arcane residue left behind, right? Then again, she didn’t know the extent of the group’s abilities.

She just stood by for orders to follow. Her intentions were to follow into the snow to help scout, however, something caught her attention. The huntress paused a couple feet from the door when she heard a strange sound above her.

“Someone is still here.” She stated flatly, eyes already to the ceiling. Parting from the group, Zalra cautiously headed up the nearby stairs; her spear poised defensively.

[  K.A  ]   Urgency. The air filled with it. Without warning Koltun launched himself skyward, fel tattoos flaring brightly to life as he soared down the hallway, up over the railing and spun down into the entrance hall, landing beside Vari. Already Fel energies twisted around his scaled form, spectral sight sweeping the room. He paused a moment at Zalra, tilting his head to listen.

Koltun didnt wait, stepping through the door of the Bastille to follow after Zalra and the others, already allowing fel to fill within his core, fueling his regular mutations into a further shift.

The sound of snapping bones and twisting muscle heralded his entrance into the area, his once short, 5'10 stature expanding until he nearly crested eight feet . Large, curving horns had grown, dark flesh now blackened, covered in building scales that coated his form in an approximation of armor, booted feet now replaced with talented feet.

A beast he was before, but it was no beast that ducked through the doorway after Marseille, but the full fledged shape of a demon. Terrifying felfire eyes flared to life as he set his gaze up the stairs, wings cracking with a sudden flex that stretched them out to cover the doorway. Both glaives rested comfortably within the demons clawed hands as he quietly let Zalra speak, a wave of darkness, fear inducing, flooding from his very form.

[  L.K  ]   Inside the cabin, Verzatea and Zalra stood at the base of the small staircase which led up to a loft where the bedroom would no doubt be. The cabin was not large by any standard, it was however very fancy and rather luxurious in all other areas. Lazarius did love this place, it was a shame that another of his precious homes was now lost.

Marseille had moved outside into the heavy snow and wind, the poor man was barely dressed in anything but leathers and a few scraps of cloth. He was busy tracking where the group went off to.

Koltun too had rushed out the door but upon hearing the sounds and the women inside, would force himself back toward the front door.

Kross returned into the Bastille with hopes that he could in fact detect where Lazarius was being taken with the Pit of Lothia. It was a long shot but it may have been worth trying.

Back in the cabin, Upstairs there came another noise. But the sound of the door opening was quite the tell that it was in fact a person. Maybe even one of those grummles but a person was up there none the less.

“Come all this way, an’ not a god damn thin’ tah steal.” a voice which was like sand paper on the ear came rushing down the stairs. It would be like a mixture of dwarvish common and southern pirate. It was raspy, coarse and throaty, obviously male.

Heavy plated boots began to march down the hallway leading to the landing before the stairs. Whoever this was had spurs, or the chains of his armor were rattling as he walked.

“What ah fuckin’ waste o’ time... collect some old cheap bastard...can’t even pillage or kill... waste o’ meh time.” after his next exchange which sounded like he was talking to himself there would be a faint sound of air valves being released and gas being expelled from a servo motor.

The sound of gears and cog wheels turning, a clearly mechanical sound. Though he was still heading toward the top of the stairs. The two below, Verza and Zalra clearly knew he was coming before he would know they were down below.

[  V.D  ]   A slow glance was offered to Zalra, the Confessor's wand tip aloft and pointed into the direction of the concerning new voice, her shoulders tensing and head bowing and tilting in a manner kin to that of a snake. Alas, she didnt start tasting the air with her tongue. That would be weird.  Instead she turned to her charges nearby, and waved her fingers in the air, two to be exact in a circular motion followed by a tightly balled fist. 

They knew exactly what was being said and in silence, the four of them rushed to the doorway of the Bastille and began channeling a barrier to keep the others in, and the danger out.  More so, it was to prevent harm from anyone else entering.  The Bastille would deal with intruders on its own if someone did breech the gateway.

She rolled her weight onto the tips of her boots and began her slow ascending, creeping along the steps whilst aiming to follow the voice, her curiosity peaked.

“Perhaps he has answers regarding our Lord'“ she'd hiss so softly beneath her breath.

[  L.K  ]   Step by step, inch by inch. It would seem Zalra was slowly trying to ascend the stairwell, while in the same series of events another person was casually making there way down the hall toward them. It would be safe to say that the two women and several other students were safely about mid-way up the stairs. The climb was slow and cautious and it would be worth their wait to do so in the most calm and careful manner possible.

And at that same very moment it would seem that the front door of the little cottage would burst to light and come swinging open into the room sending a rush of cold air to go fluttering through the lower levels and right up the stairs. Marseille, who had been out in the cold tracking, had rushed into the room with his breath nearly taken away. His calm and almost tranquil demeanor would be broken when he shouted to the two women who were in his sight.

"There is one still here!" It seemed they knew, and the Shal'dorei was already poised with two knives split between his index and ring finger and thumb and index finger on both hands; he was prepared to hurl them at someone.

It would be this action that  would cause the students and two higher acting officers to turn and study the actions of the slender man, they would have never noticed the man who had appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Well, well. . .what'dah'we 'ave 'ere." The male voice that had just spoken to them was that of the intruder who was now looking down at the group.

Standing before them at the top of the landing, was a mountain of a Sin'dorei man. He was quite tall and his features were covered from head to toe in a thick and glorious set of obsidian armor. Save of course for the mechanical hand that was still operating and buzzing away.

His face was heavily scarred, covering most of his lower mouth and lips with slash marks and blade attacks. His ears were halved. The left missing most of the top part where the tip would have been and the right missing most of the lobe and bottom. His eye, yes one, was a fel fire green but began to bleed into that strange yellow hue that so many who were reunited with the sunwell had. The other, well, the other was covered by a thick black leather eye patch.

He hissed and snarled as the monstrous man held a halberd that even rivaled the one Zalra had, it was very menacing and dripping with blood already. And to top it all off, that red foxtail behind his head was bobbing back and forth when he spoke.

"Seems we'ave some intruders. . ."

TBC... “In Depths Below: Lament, Part 2″

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Can you please recommend me some good slow burn fics and/or chaptered fics. Thanks in advance xx

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Give Me A Try @danfanciesphil - Dan, a bartender at ‘Habenero’, Brighton’s hottest gay club, has been obsessed with AmazingPhil, the openly gay Instagram model for a long time. In all the fantasy meet-cute scenarios Dan has imagined for he and his semi-celeb crush, none of them involved him being at work, being soaked in various liquids, or being halfway through a Saturday night hell-shift. Sometimes, life doesn’t wait around for your plans.

Ships that Pass in the Night @agingphangirl - Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

The Meaning of Love @phandomsub - Phil Lester is an intern at the British Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Neko – an organisation that focuses on rescuing abandoned or mistreated neko and rehabilitating them for re-adoption. He can’t say he fully agrees with the way many neko are treated, but in a world where they have no rights Phil has to agree that being someone’s pet is the best option for them. Then neko #504 is brought into the shelter and Phil finally realises just how alike humans and neko are. 

Here By My Side (A New Color to Paint the World)  - So one day, Phil walks in on Dan wearing a dress. And after a very confusing discussion, it comes out that Dan enjoys wearing girl’s clothing in private. Phil lets it be known that he’d be fine if Dan wore it around him and slowly, Dan starts opening up and letting Phil into his private world. But what Phil doesn’t expect is to start seeing Dan in a whole new way.

breathe and ill breathe (and im in love with you)  - A series of one-shots in which we explore various kinks. Said chapters will include biting, dirty talk, blindfolds, rimming, orgasm control/orgasm denial, spanking and scratching, orders and obeying, handcuffs and leg cuffs, breath play, and wax play.

Stirring in Love - @andthenshesaid-write When Phil applied to be a contestant on the Great British Bake Off he didn’t even expect to make the long-list, let alone make it into the actual tent. But make it he does and there he meets Dan, a baker unlike Phil in every possible way. After a rocky start, Phil realises that maybe he can learn some things from Dan after all, and the biggest things have nothing to do with baking.This fic was nominated for the Phanfic Awards 2016 Best of the Best!

A Map of My Heart and Mind - Dan and Phil get drunk and wake up married in Vegas, the day after Dan’s 25th birthday. Dan thinks they could just get it annulled but Dan knows what marriage means to Phil, how important it is, and he wonders if they can just fake it for a year so it’s not a total waste and then divorce. Of course, a year is a long time to pretend to be married and things can always change…

Emergency Substitute @parentaladvisorybullshitcontent - “You could always charm Phil for us,” Jack suggests. “Throw him off his game.”“Right, yeah,” Dan says sarcastically. “Midway through the match I’ll just Summon his broom to me and he’ll fall off and then Gryffindor’ll automatically win.”“I didn’t mean that kind of charm,” Jack says, under his breath.In which Dan is roped into playing Quidditch when all he really wants is a quiet life. And for Phil to never leave Hogwarts.

Road to Acceptance Series @anerdwithakoreanhaircut - Dan never thought alcohol could bring anything but misery into his life, and…well, he was kind of right; the headache was painful and the memories of how he spent his 18th birthday were gone. He manages to break into someone else’s home. But it’s because of the alcohol he meets Phil, who impacts his life in more ways than one.

If You Think you Know Me @ineverhadmyinternetphase - Fiction. Phil’s a police Sergeant. He’s been itching to get promoted to Inspector for ages, but to do so, he needs to crack his biggest case - famed internet hacker the Howler. Phil’s been after him for years, but he’d never managed to get even a hint towards his identity. When he meets a hot stranger in a bar one night, Phil thinks his luck might just be turning up. But maybe getting close to this particular stranger isn’t the best idea.

Everything You Never Wanted - Phil is an omega, he’s spent nearly his entire life going to Eastbrook, an omega only school. When his parents make the decision to transfer him into an alpha,beta,omega school his whole life is turned upside down. Especially when he meets Dan Howell, an alpha who can’t seem to stand him. No matter how hard the two try to avoid each other the universe seems to keep pulling them together.

Our Threadbare Lies @ramonaspeaks - Dan is eighteen years old and newly single. He’s ready to come out to his family but he thinks it would be a hell of a lot easier if he had a boyfriend to help him through it.

Taking Every Chance I’ve Got - All Dan wanted was to get drunk, really. Have a good time, meet a few new people. He didn’t really think about getting involved with someone as dangerous as Phil Lester (someone as cold, as pale and, well, as not alive), and he definitely didn’t think that one trip out to a bar would change his life forever.

Behind Closed Doors - Based very loosely on ‘A Little Princess’ and ‘David Copperfield’14 year old Dan Howell is sent away to boarding school leaving behind his abusive stepfather and incredibly ill mother. 17 year old Phil Lester is the school’s jack-of-all-trades who works his hardest under harsh circumstances to avoid the workhouse. The two boys meet and become close friends knowing they have to stick together if they are to survive the trials that lay ahead of them.

read between the lines (i will if you will) @phanbliss - Phil ^_^ (5:31 PM)Dan?danisNOTonfire xD i swear im really not. come check. (5:31 PM)yeah?Phil ^_^ (5:32 PM)I think I'm in love with youI justI can't wait to meet you--Skype conversations between Dan and Phil, leading up to their first meeting. 2009!Phan. Prepare for fluff.

First Impressions (Perhaps I Was Wrong) @phanbliss - Phil Lester goes back to university for his third year, expecting to live in the dorms with his childhood best friend PJ. That's how it's been for the past years, after all. However, due to a mistake of some sort, he finds himself with a new roommate to spend the semester with.Daniel Howell, three years his junior, has rich brown eyes, a laptop to hide them behind, and not more than two words to spare in Phil's direction. Phil is no fortune teller, but he foresees the upcoming months will be filled with a whole lot of awkward silence.Unless, of course, Dan proves him wrong...Could one little mistake lead to something entirely life-changing? Perhaps it could. After all, nearly everything changes when Phil meets Dan.-Excerpt: Dan's hair is soft against Phil's cheek, and his presence - gentle against his heart.Winner of Best Slow Burn in the Phanfic Awards 2016!

Reflections of the Heart - “Being told to dress up in a dinosaur onesie and have cereal catapulted at your face is a little odd. Waking up to find that you and your best friend have switched bodies? That’s fucking bizarre.”(Or, the multi-chaptered, slightly smutty bodyswap fic that no one asked for. Featuring whiny/annoying!Dan, sassy/beguiling!Phil, unintentional innuendos, intentional innuendos, unnecessary kitchen supplies, and just a pinch of magic).

Love Yourself @imnotinclinedtomaturity - A lot of things about Dan's life are pretty great. He gets to make the music he wants, he's got a great fanbase, and his manager is his best friend. A few things about his life suck a bit more. He's currently lacking inspiration, he's rather lonely, and he's stuck in a rut.Dan's been going to the same coffee shop for years. It's quiet, it's quaint, it's near his home. Most importantly: none of the employees give a shit that's he a world-famous singer. Things change when he meets the new barista.

In My Way @ineverhadmyinternetphase - Daniel Howell is 21 and Britain’s newest star. He’s just been cast in the much-anticipated film adaption of Last Man Standing, the popular teen fantasy novel with a huge fanbase hanging off his every tweet. In other words, Dan has made it big.Phil Lester couldn’t care less. He’s a stressed out PHD student working part time at a bookshop while he struggles to get into post-production. He’s 26 and still lives in a tiny flat on the fifth floor of a building with a lift more broken than it is in use. He loves books, but he thinks big film adaptions screw with the plot too much.Needless to say, Phil is less than impressed when Last Man Standing is getting filmed in his hometown. And he certainly doesn’t want anything to do with obnoxious, arrogant, so irritatingly perfect leading actor Daniel Howell.

Let Me Down Gently @ineverhadmyinternetphase - AU in which Dan is (briefly) a lawyer, until he gets fired and kicked out by his girlfriend. Wandering alone at night looking for a place to stay, he happens across a slightly strange man who introduces himself as Phil and who owns a B&B. Without much choice, Dan takes up the offer to stay there, and quickly grows to have a certain fondness for Phil. There’s only one problem: Phil runs the B&B with his long-term partner Alex.

jump a lil higher @snsknene - Dan co-hosts The Breakfast Show. Phil's his new producer. They fall in love, assisted by a bunch of romcom tropes I refuse to apologise for.

danandphilKINKS @snsknene - "I've got mine!" Dan said, waving it triumphantly. Phil knew this was serious, then, because a) he hadn't procrastinated on it at all, and b) it was barely legible: he'd handwritten it.Or: Dan and Phil have a bucket list. Except with less seeing the Great Wall of China and more Googling how to wash enema.

Strangers @waveydnp - dan is new to london and living in a mostly empty flat, desperate to forget the mistakes of his past. he's all alone -- until one day he gets a piece of mail addressed to someone in the neighbouring flat, one mr. philip lester. he can't exactly not return it, can he?

a match and a fuse @waveydnp - Phil is twenty six years old and stuck in a dead end life. He works at Starbucks and may or may not be carrying a torch for his best friend of eight years. He doesn't know who he is or what he wants--or how to go about figuring it out.That all starts to change when he happens upon the resume of a certain law school grad named Daniel.

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You’re Beauty I’m Your Beast || Pt.2

Author: Ivegot7scenarios

Genre: Romance/ Drama

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1,582

Summary: Your relatively normal life is turned upside down when you find out that your father has been kidnapped by one of the city’s biggest crime bosses. You have no idea what to expect but you know that your life will never be the same.

[Part 1]

The speedometer didn’t drop below fifty the whole way there. You were still trying your hardest to not completely breakdown, rationalizing that having a clear head would be best given the situation, even so the feeling of being smothered lingered. 

The part of town that you were driving through was foreign and unfamiliar, just block and blocks of industrial warehouses that looked empty and abandoned. It didn’t surprise you. Whoever had taken your father had obviously not wanted to be found easily. After a few more minutes of driving you found the warehouse you’d been looking for. It was just as dilapidated as the rest but spray painted by the door, dripping and in bright yellow was the number seven, marking it as your destination. 

You turned off the car, your fingers gripping the steering wheel harder that necessary. The thought of starting your car and going home crossed your mind but you quickly dismissed it. You couldn’t leave your father, like this. You had to do whatever it took to get him out of there. 

With trembling fingers you unbuckled your seat belt and excited the car. The sound of the door shutting cut through the cool night air and you shivered. There was no one in sight but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. You made your way to door, silently fighting every instinct that was urging you to run. Before you couldn’t knock on the door it opened revealing a man on the other side. 

Without a word he stepped back to let you in, gesturing with his had when you took too long to move. You stepped inside, flinching when he shut the door behind you. The inside of the building was vastly different from its exterior. It was by no means a palace but at least the lighting was better, fully showing that the place wasn’t as dilapidated as you thought. 

Aside from you and the man at the door there was no one else in the room and he wasn’t much of a companion. It was empty save for the staircase that sat in the far corner. You didn’t have to ask to know that’s where you were supposed to go. Each step up spelled doom, the creaking of the boards marking the time you were taking to reach it. 

Yet again you were surprised to see that the next room you entered actually looked habitable. There was an expensive looking carpet on the floor, what looked like a desk, but you couldn’t really tell given that it was cast in shadow and a sitting area complete with a television. What really caught your eye though were the five men surrounding a pool table in the corner of the room. They stopped midway through the game they were playing to look at you, but they didn’t make any moves towards you. One of them, who looked strangely familiar looked to the left of where you were standing. You followed his gaze, unsure of what he was trying to tell you and when your eyes fell onto what he was looking at you let out a gasp.

It was your father, tied and gagged to a chair. Without thinking you rushed towards him, completely overlooking the figure that was sitting at the desk, watching you closely. You dropped to your knees by your father’s side, tugging at the ropes that bound him as you tried to get him free. 

“Dad?” You whispered frantically, your fingers working at the ropes. “Dad, please wake up.”

His eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice. He looked around bleary eyed and confused and when his eyes fell on you they widened with surprise. He grunted from around the gag that was tied around his mouth and you quickly pulled it down, allowing him to speak. “Y/N! You have to get out of here. Please. Forget about me. Leave!”

“No!” you said, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m not leaving here without you.”

“Well,” a voice from behind you spoke up. It was a cool and crisp. It sent shivers down your spine. “isn’t that a charming sight?”

Slowly you turned your head taking in the sight of the man that was speaking to you. You recognised him in an instant. He was the man that Officer Park had shown you a picture of. Im Jaebum and he was walking towards you. his movements were slow and measured. He was taking his time and why shouldn’t he? You all knew you were trapped, with no one to call for help. So you did the only thing you knew to do.

“What do you want?” 

He chuckled, and stopped about a foot in front of you. His hands were in his pockets and from this close you saw that his suit looked like it cost more than you made in a year. “What do I want? For starters I want my money.”

“Your money?”

His eyebrows rose in what was genuine surprise and he looked to behind you to your father before his gaze fell back to you. “She doesn’t know? Well sweetheart, daddy’s got a bit of a gambling problem and he owes be quite a bit of money. Money that I’d like to get back. Now.”

You were dumbfounded. You knew that your father enjoyed the odd poker game but that was nothing compared to this. “H-how much?”

“Two hundred and fifty thousand.” He said it casually as if he were merely talking about the weather, but it was an amount you couldn’t even dream of seeing. “And I’d like to see it now please.”

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have that kind of money.”

“Hmm, then we’re in a bit a bind then aren’t we?” He looked back at the group of men that were still standing around the pool table. He gestured with his head and two of them moved forward, pulling you up from the floor. They weren’t rough but they weren’t gentle either. That’s when you recognised him. 

“Officer Park?”

Jaebum chuckled again. “One of my ideas actually. You see I needed someone to do a little reconnaissance. So I sent Jinyoung to see where you worked. You don’t know it but he’s been following you around for quite sometime, just gathering information here and there. I know quite a bit about you, Y/N.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“I’m a simple man,” he spread his arms wide. “and I’ve put quite a bit of work into making sure my business runs smoothly. Now, it hurts me that things have to come to this, it really does, but if someone owes me a debt, I expect it to be repaid. That’s not asking too much is it?”

He paused, waiting for you to answer him and when you didn’t he sighed and went over to your father. He leaned over him, one arm braced against the back of the chair, his other hand still in his pocket. Out of everyone in the room he was the most relaxed. “What about you, Jin-ho? Do you think I’m asking too much?”

“N-no sir.” Your father was trembling in his seat and you would have run over to him if the guards weren’t holding your arms so tightly.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Good man.” He clapped him on the shoulder and spun away, a smile that had no mirth on his face. “I’ve got an idea. Something that will completely wipe away this mess. You,” here he pointed at your father. “are going to make a choice and it’ll erase all of your debt.”

“Yes! I’ll make the choice.” Your father said in earnest. 

Jaebum turned back to him, his stance rigid. “Careful what you wish for. Once you make this decision it’s set in stone. There’s no going back. One of you can go. The other has to stay.”

“No!” You couldn’t believe the words that had just passed his lips. There was no way you were going to leave your father behind. “No! I’m not leaving without him.” 

“You must. Go, live your life. Forget about me.”

“I can’t...I can’t.” Sobs wracked your frame as you struggled to get free from the men who held you.

“I’ll make this simple then.” Jaebum grabbed the chair your father sat in over to the stairs. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him back until he was only balancing by the back legs of the chair. Had Jaebum not been holding him by the shirt he would have toppled down the stairs. “Choose. You or her.”

“N-no, I can’t choose.”

“Choose! You or her!”

“Me! Me! I choose me!” You felt the world move out from under you. Shocked couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. You were numb.

Jaebum set your father down gently and cut him free. There was no expression on his face. He turned away from your father and waved his hand. “You’ve made your choice now leave.”

“Wait...I-”

“Did you not hear what I said old man?” Jaebum whirled around to face him, his voice laced with malice and contempt. “Leave now. Before I make you.”

Without another word he turned and descended the stairs, leaving you behind. Faintly you heard the sound of your car starting and driving away. You were alone. Alone and in the hands of men who were about to do god only knew what to you.

[meanwhileinoz]

People Share The Grossest Things That Have Ever Happened To Them During Sex That’ll Make You Barf

Let’s face it. Everybody love sex. The experience of sex is distinct and truly one of its own kind. Honestly, life would be so boring without it. However, even though sex is as great as it can get, it does “come” with some situations that can sometimes get awkward and very unpleasant. Here are some of the stories from Reddit that people have shared.

CAUTION: THIS IS HIGHLY NSFW.

#1 Reading this by fineblushlane will make you want to think TWICE before randomly giving head to someone you don’t know.

So a few years ago I had brought a new girl back to my apartment after being out drinking all evening. We were too drunk to make the beast with two backs so we passed out until morning.

When we awoke we started kissing and canoodling and I decided to go down on her. This is one of my favorite things and generally will do it as long as it takes to make a girl orgasm…

Anyway, I head down south and pull down her panties to see the hairiest bush i’ve ever seen in my life. Not only is it hairy but the hair is very long and also messy looking, kind of bedraggled. Like a homeless guys beard or an abandoned birds nest.

Slightly less enthused but still determined I plunged in face-first and started getting busy. The taste of this beaver, if possible, was worse than it looked. It was fetid and bitter and to make matters worse I had numerous pubic hairs caught in my throat which were tickling me and making me cough.

I decided to pull back for a second to regain my composure. I thought if I pulled open her lady-bits I might be able to have a better angle of attack on her clit. I opened up her pussy to a terrible sight. There were multiple lumps of what looked like cottage cheese dotted around her pussy lips and clit.Each lump ranged from a few millimeters in width to half a centimeter in size. It looked like some sort of fungus was growing there.

Needless to say I was fucking revolted and started gagging. I knew that despite my love of pussy I could not go down on her again without puking my guts up. I mumbled some excuse about a headache and not feeling good and fled to the bathroom, whereupon I spent ten minutes washing my mouth out and brushing my teeth.

Even now I shudder when I think back upon “cottage cheese pussy girl”.

Edit: A friend just pointed out to me that the girl from my story is now the Lehman Bros of spank bank material. Perhaps if you ever have a boner and want to lose it sharpishly you can think of cottage cheese?

#2 This story by SisterNamedJan took the famous phrase “Giving someone the taste of their own medicine” to a whole new level.

  He pulled it out to come on my face, I was unprepared and snorted his semen up my nose. We started making out and I sneezed his semen onto his own face.

Probably grosser for him than for me, but not by much.

  #3 Aaaaaa667’s girl is definitely a keeper

  I had recently found a new girlfriend. A cute, blonde girl with lots of curves in all the right places. We had been together for a little while (this was back when I was a Jr. in college and she was a freshman) when we went to this huge party. We both ended up getting totally trashed and wound up back at my place. Needless to say I was waaay to drunk to get any bidnass done that night. The next morning we woke up and started to get it on. For some reason, Im always really randy after a night of heavy drinking. Anyway…midway through the sex, we are doing it doggy style with her on all 4 at the edge of the bed and me standing behind her on the floor. I am hammering away like a rabbid jackrabbit when, all of a sudden, i get that sour food, extra saliva feeling in my mouth. I knew what was coming but it was too late. As the puke surged up my esophagus, I clenched my hands over my mouth in a death grip, but to no avail. I spun around and tried to aim for my waste bin….but it was no use. I ended up projectile vomiting in about a 3/4 circle. I managed to go from her right side, across that wall, across the wall behind me (and the bookcase that was there), all over the waste bin, and i over spun and went passed the waste bin and got it on my floor and the bed on her left side. Luckily, only some puke flak got on her back….

She’s a great girl though, that was 3 years ago and we are still together…

  #4 This one by kidmonsters almost made me puke.

  I was in a band in college and we played a show this one weekend. I was pretty smashed after drinking for free all night, and this surprisingly cute chick saunters up and started with the whole, “oh my god, you like write songs and stuff?” Despite the fact that I am usually a bit shy in situations like this, she had her arm around me and is doing all the work. “Fuck it, let’s do this,” I think to myself. While she is mid-sentence, I grabbed her hand and started walking her out the door.

We headed back to her apartment, and things started to heat up. We were on her bed, ripping off eachother’s clothes. Suddenly, in one swift move, she pounced me, knocked me onto my back, jumped on top of me, spun around and started sucking me off, 69 style. I was totally into it, and started reciprocating. Only a few moments pass before I felt a tap on my forehead. My face was fully between her legs, yet there was this tap tap tap on my forehead. Every couple of seconds, tap tap tap. This tapping continued and started to take me out of the moment. I pried my face from between her legs to get a better view of what was going on. To my horror, I witnessed, dangling from her asshole, a fucking tape worm, bouncing like a fettuccine noodle with every excited movement she made. I was totally disgusted, but kind of in shock, and she had no idea what is going on, just gobbling away down there. Before I knew it, I had thrown her off of me and I was stringing together a long series of “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” as I put on my pants and ran out the door.

  So, the boy and I like some backdoor fun from time to time. We talk about it more than we do it because it’s tiresome to get ready and clean up after… usually worth it though ;). One Saturday afternoon, the boy is performing some world class cuminonumbulus when I feel a pressure at my nether orifice. I soon realised he was using some beads on me. We had some filthy and very very satisfying sex, then I went to the bathroom to clean up without removing the beads.

I’m so glad I did that.

I sat on the toilet to get the beads out.

I’m so glad I did that.

Those beads were solidly embedded in a great big turd.

I just stared at it dumbly for a moment before the smell hit me.

  #6 That has got to hurt. _NetWorK_ hope its ok now.

I had this happen to me too, got home from working a night shift 8pm to 8am went at it with the wife then noticed a bit of blood, figured oh she started her period got off went to the washroom to clean up then noticed blood on the bathroom floor figured I must of have not wiped the underside, my stomach churned when I saw that my frenulum (banjo string) was now in two pieces. This is when the pain starts…

Had to call my friend who worked close to my house get him to get out of work 30 minutes early to drive me to the hospital. Here’s the main content of our conversation.

“Hey John, it’s Mike can you drive me to the hospital? I think I broke it.” “Broke what?” “IT man” “Oh shit I’ll be right over”

The trip to the hospital was another story within itself, ended up having a to have it packed with surgical skin graph (they are special bandages that are meant to promote skin repairs) and not use it for 5 days… I waited 3 and now it’s all messed up it can pop out whenever it wants and where it’s suppose to stop it just keeps rolling back… I really should have waited to extra 2 days 🙁

#7 That accelerated quickly. Darzel’s experience is more of a lesson.

Girl beneath me, rolls me over onto my back – in the process we roll off the bed and we land on the floor, me on the bottom and her still straddling me. Her leg went straight through a big glass of water. Blood everywhere. She had lacerated her leg straight to the bone in a clean cut: I could see her muscle. Within ten minutes of our initial playing around there were 6 firemen and 3 policemen in the room (she was mental and shouted down the phone that I had a gun so they would come sooner). I was high and drunk and so her roomie took control. Paralysed by shock and weed, I had to hide while they took her in the ambulance as she was THAT crazy that I was expecting her to call rape.

She required 62 stiches, 40 on the muscle covering her shin.

This is the singular most traumatic experience of my life

  #8 Love is in the air, is it not mads-8?

Sixty-Nine. She came. She farted. My hair blew in it’s fetid breeze.

  #9 When you are really determined, you do what apatton19 did.

A girl I had been dating for awhile climbed on me for 69. As she scooted back, I saw something white, realized too late that it was a clump of toilet paper, and got it in my mouth. Pretty nasty, but I spit it out and kept going.

  #10 Oh my, you don’t see that every day now do you? By amaacct.

I work in an emergency room. One time we had a patient who had a colostomy (for those who don’t know, this is a surgically placed hole in the abdomen where shit comes out of after the colon is rerouted away from the ass)

Anyway, some girl comes in once with an infection in her stoma (abdominal shithole). Turns out it was gonorrhea. Her husband had been cheating on her, picked it up and had been fucking her in her stoma

  #11 Parallel universe version of ‘don’t forget to pull out’ by hong_kong_phooey

  Having sex with my wife, and then noticing that something didn’t feel quite right, she still had a tampon in from 4 days prior…and i had to help pull it out….

  #12 Tellme_areyoufree ‘s poor roommate will never think about this the same way again.

Freshman year of college, I met this guy and brought him back to my dorm (I’m also a guy). He seemed nice and everything, and he was cute, and we started to fuck around. Eventually he decided he wanted to bottom (i.e. get fucked), and so we started having intercourse…

I started to smell the distinct smell of fecal matter very soon. I thought “whatever, I guess you should expect a little smell when having anal sex.” I continued, and the smell continued to get worse.

Eventually, we finish, and I pull out – only to see a stream of shit spew out of his ass. It was everywhere. I mean, fucking everywhere. It was explosive diarrhea-type shit, on my bed, on me, on the wall even.

… and then my roomate walked in.

I found out later that the dude had a severe bowel problem of some kind, and really shouldn’t have bottomed. My ex-roomate is still a friend of mine, and I still have to assure him that that’s not what gay sex generally looks like.

#13 Quite not what Pict was expecting..

Sucking a chicks nipple in the dark. She was loving it. All of a sudden there is liquid.. Lactating.. sick. So keep going, she seems to be loving it.

Lights come on, dun dun dunnn, I had been sucking the pus out of a boil.

  #14 This story by TI-83 doesn’t have a happy ending.

I remember this story happening to an acquaintance a few years ago.. So said acquaintance meets up with a few friends and they roadtrip for a night of drinking and debauchery in Canadia. The group ends up at a strip club and the protagonist of the story ends up picking up one of the strippers by the nights end. For some unknown reason, this guy thought it was a good idea to go down on the stripper before they do the nasty. They all drive home the next day and all is good. The day after driving back, the guy wakes up in the morning and can’t open his eyes and proceeds to freak out. Paramedics are called. Turns out that the stripper he had gone down on had crabs. The crabs had gotten into his eyelashes and surrounding areas. Literally his eyes were crusted shut from the various liquids his body expelled (blood, plasma, etc.) as a result of the crabs feeding off his lifeblood. Horrible stuff.

  #15 Pay heed to what Sobe86 says at the end.

I was going out with a girl, and one night we got drunk and had sex without protection. She wasn’t on the pill, so she had to go to the pharmacy and get a morning-after type thing.

So a few days later, we were fooling around in the dark. I fingered her a bit, went down on her. I noticed it tasted a little weirder than normal, but didn’t say anything. She repaid me in similar fashion. Afterwards I go to the bathroom, and turn the light on. My whole face and arms are covered in blood. I look like a vampire after a feeding frenzy. Initially I thought it was a cut on my face or something, but I couldn’t find anything wrong. Also, the blood was not like any blood I’d seen before, like it was really thick and gooey. So I go back to the bedroom, turn the light on, and her entire lower regions are bathed in this syrupy horrible red gunk. It’s all over the bed sheets, and all down the side of her legs.

She understandably freaks out. We call emergency services etc. At first we thought I cut her down there with my fingernails or something. But it turns out when a girl uses emergency contraception, it can wreak havoc with her menstrual cycle. And I spent 5 minutes lapping up her period blood. We never spoke of it again. Remember kids: if she isnt on the pill, use a fucking condom.

  #16 I-330‘s guy will never keep a pet cat.

Last summer my husband and I were living with roommates who had a cat. We were drinking and started getting hot and heavy, he stripped down and jumped on the bed, said something about it being wet and jumped back up. One of us had left our bedroom door cracked and the cat had gotten stuck in the room, and pooped all over our bed. Worse is that apparently this cat was sick with worms. My poor husband was covered in kitty diarrhea, blood and worms.

#17 What emorrow64 shares is more than just a bad experience.

Goin down on a guy can be like being locked in the trunk of a car with old cheese. WASH YOUR BALLS! And it wouldn’t hurt to trim a lil. The grossest sexual encounter I’ve had was a guy who sweat so profusely it was dripping on me, then he flipped his sweaty ass around into my face to attempt what I can only assume was a 69 position but was more like bein force fed a butt sandwich and I could see the sweat glistening on his ass/ball hair, that, and the cheez smell coming from his balls made my eyes water and I threw him off me and ran to the shower. 30 minutes of soap and hot water and I still didn’t feel clean.

  #18 An all-time classic story by rivalthecreator but just as unpleasant at the same time.

Steve and his girlfriend Samantha went off to college in August. She went to Florida State, he went to Penn. So, she decides to fly to PA to visit him. He was really happy to see her so he decided to give her some oral action.

He had done this numerous times before and he always enjoyed doing it…but for some reason, this time, she smelled really horrible, and she tasted even worse. He didn’t want to offend her though because he hadn’t seen her in months…so he put a Jolly Rancher in his mouth to cover it up, even though it didn’t do much to help.

In the course of eating her out, he accidentally pushed the candy inside of her… and stuck a finger in to grab it out. He took it out, and put it back into his mouth and bit it. Only…it wasn’t the Jolly Rancher.

It was a nodule of gonorrhea.

As in, the blister-like structure that gonorrhea makes filled with diseased pus was the size of a fucking Jolly Rancher and the poor guy BIT it. I guess it was really dark in the room. He freaked out and started vomiting all over the place when it exploded in his mouth…

He demanded to know what was going on, turns out she had cheated on him at a club like, the first week of college, and fucked some random guy and the stupid bitch had no clue what was wrong with her. She noticed a strange smell though.

So now, Steve is freaking out that he now has gonorrhea of the mouth and God knows what else.

#19 The description by Criscoxl is actually gross, but the thing as a whole is very cute!

So this one time I’m having sex with my girlfriend right, and it was all good and sexy so we finish up and everything seems cool.

Then about 9 months later a fucking little human being comes out of her pussy! I mean just like pops out and I saw that shit with my own eyes!

The little fucker is still living with us.

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