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babybluebex · 4 years

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everyone loves an outlaw [arvin russell x reader smut]

➽ pairing: mob!arvin russell x fem!reader(y/n) ➽ word count: 2.2k ➽ summary: arvin works for your dad and you have to keep your relationship a secret. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. smut, explicit language, age gap (reader is legal tho!), fingering (f!receiving), praise kink, breeding kink ➽ a/n: mob!arvin goes brrrr hehe

In small towns, there weren’t many ways out. A job was the usual way-- graduate high school and get a job out of town and leave Coal Creek in your dust. Sometimes, though, the job search was fruitless and many people, young and old, were left to rot in West Virginia. That seemed to be the case for Arvin Russell. We went to high school together, him being a senior when I was a freshman, and I remember my father going on about him. “Gonna get him when he graduates,” Daddy said. “Not lettin’ somethin’ like him get outta here.”

Legally speaking, my dad’s business was in bail bonds. We had family in Chicago that we worked for, and the line of work that my father did was less on the end of selling the bonds and more towards extracting the payments. Coal Creek had a few names for what my family did-- “mob”, “mafia” (which were technically two different things, but the people in Coal Creek had no hope of ever distinguishing the two)-- but we preferred to call it family.

And, God almighty, Arvin Russell was in need of family. When he graduated, he had a bright future ahead of him, but that flame was put out when his little sister died. Lenora was a year ahead of me, quiet and reserved and very bookish, and it took the entire town by surprise when we heard that she had died. Rumors flew around as to why; she was sick and didn’t want to burden her family with her illness was a popular one. When Lenora died, Arvin lost his way. Wayward young men looking for protection and acceptance was my dad’s type when it came to employment.

He had me do it. I usually was the one to go out and hire young men. Papa realized fairly quickly that men would do basically anything I asked of them, including signing themselves into our little family, so, one day in my senior year of high school, I went to the garage where Arvin Russell worked. He split his time between road construction and the garage and, when I met him properly, he had grease all over his hands. “Hi, Arv,” I said sweetly.

His pink mouth had quirked into a smile. “Hey, doll,” he said. “You’re Y/N? From high school, ain’t ya? Ya daddy’s got that bail bond thing goin’?”

“That’s me,” I said. “I, uh…” I had a script that I had to stick to. “I… I was just wonderin’ if ya wanted to get dinner sometime. Maybe go to a drive-in? That car you’ve got is pretty neat.”

“You like my car?” Arvin asked, and I giggled out a yes. “Ya sure it’s the car ya like, doll?”

“Not as much as the driver,” I said, biting my lip. ‘C’mon, Arv, this is takin’ a lot of courage to ask ya.”

Arvin sat up from the rolling creeper he was at and wiped his hands on the thighs of his pants. “You really wanna go out with me?” he asked. His voice was dripping with absolute sarcasm, but his honey-colored eyes held something more hopeful. I knew, right then, that we got him.

“Well, yeah,” I mumbled sheepishly, picking at a loose thread on my blouse. “I’ve kinda had my eye on you since… Forever, I guess. I-I just think you’re outta sight, Arvin.”

Arvin’s eyes glanced over me, still wearing my clothes from school, and he gave me a smile, much more sincere than ever before. “Sure thing, doll,” he said softly. “What d’ya say to Friday night?”

Friday night came, and it was quickly obvious that the movie would be forgotten. Instead of that, Arvin and I ended up in the backseat of his car, his hand up my shirt, making marks on my neck that my dad would be mad at. I never planned on fucking Arvin and, while I had no qualms about doing so, I stopped when his long fingers began to dance at my panties. “Arvie,” I panted, grabbing his wrist. “I ain’t ever done nothin’ like this before. I-I just--”

Arvin kissed me softly, his hand holding my cheek tenderly. “No sweat, doll,” he told me. “We’ll go as fast or slow as you want. I’m here for you.”

I was supposed to break it off with him after that, but I just couldn’t. There was a bit of truth to what I said when I asked him out initially, that I had my eye on him for a while. I had always thought that Arvin was pretty cute, and I enjoyed the time I had with him. We had to sneak around, though, because my dad would have cast both of us out if he knew. While I was supposed to fluff up their egos and convince them to join the business, I wasn’t supposed to fool around with the guys my dad hired. Arvin was different, though, in a way that I couldn’t put my finger on. He was kinder, a gentler soul than most, hidden behind a gruff exterior.

School was grueling, but the sight of the old Chevy waiting in the parking lot for me brought me comfort. Arvin stood near the door of the school, smoking a cigarette as he waited for me, and a smile passed his face when he saw me.

“Arvin, you know damn well that you aren’t supposed to be here right now,” I hissed quickly. “My daddy’ll kill you.”

“I reckon he’d have to catch me first,” Arvin chuckled. His smile promised illicit moments in the coming minutes, and he added, “It looks like it’s gonna rain and I was thinkin’ of offering you a ride. Wouldn’t want ya to walk and get all wet and melt.”

“Why would I melt?” I asked. “I ain’t no witch.”

“Nah, but you’re all made of sugar,” Arvin told me. “C’mon, babydoll. I know you want to. I might even buy you a milkshake if you’re good to me.”

“Good to you?” I laughed. “Right, ‘cause that’s my goal in life, Arv, is to please you. Fuck off.”

“Dolly’s got an attitude today,” Arvin drawled around his cigarette. His dark eyes were full of energy and promised nothing but fun, and the fact that he hadn’t given up his advances yet let me know that he saw right through my fake resistant measures. After all, he knew that I would give in no matter what, just as I always did. “Jesus, woman, you’re makin’ me work for it today, huh? This is fun for you, yeah?”

“Oh, so much fun,” I assured him. “I love makin’ ya dance, Arvie.”

“Shit, do I gotta get down on one knee?” Arvin laughed. “I was hoping that you’d be all graduated first but--”

I tugged Arvin close by his worn leather belt and I silenced him with a kiss to his cheek. My pink lipstick left a mark on his skin, and I said, “We can talk ‘bout that later. Thanks for the ride, loverboy.”

“Never a problem with you, doll,” Arvin told me.

As usual, we ended up parked at the river, with Arvin’s hand up my skirt. My hips bucked up into his hand as his skilled fingers found home inside me, and a soft whimper fell from my lips. “Vinny,” I whispered quickly; that name was reserved for moments like this. “O-Oh, fuck!”

“Such a good girl,” Arvin whispered in my ear, gently nipping at my earlobe. “S’fucking tight, doll. You really ain’t been lettin’ other guys fuck ya, huh?”

“I only want you, Vinny,” I said. “Nobody makes me feel the way you do.”

“Good girl,” Arvin told me, and my body went warm with the praise. Arvin had always been so good to me and I truly didn’t want anybody else. But I had always imagined getting out of Coal Creek, leaving my family behind and having a good and honest life. I wanted to get married; maybe to Arvin, but maybe to someone with no ties to my family. I was lovestruck, I’ll admit that much. I was so pathetically in love with Arvin that I had doodled his name during class, even going as far to put his last name with mine. Mrs. Y/N Russell was enticing. If Arvin were ever to propose, I would be compelled to say yes.

“Vinny,” I said, and I grabbed his strong arms. “I-I’m gettin’ close, baby.”

“You hold that shit in,” Arvin growled into my neck. “Want ya to come on my cock, babydoll.” His fingers fell from me quickly, and he made light work of undoing his belt and jeans. My thighs were quivering around his hips, and I sunk down onto his hard cock with a satisfied keenness in the back of my throat. Arvin’s moan in my ear was heavenly, and he mumbled, “Pussy’s so good, doll. Fuck.”

“Fuck!” I squealed as he snapped his hips up into me. “Vinny, I-I--”

Arvin’s mouth met mine in a greedy kiss, and I whimpered my way through a blissful orgasm. Arvin swallowed every single noise I made, his hands raking my blouse up to feel the skin of my back, and I felt myself shaking so hard in his grasp. “Good girl,” Arvin shushed me, kissing all over my face. “So good for me, babydoll. Gonna help me now?”

Even though my legs felt like liquid and my hips ached, I rolled my hips down onto him. Arvin quickly got rid of my shirt fully and tugged my bra up my chest to expose my tits, my nipples hard at the feeling of him. His mouth latched into my tit quickly, and I pushed his curls off of his forehead as I watched him suck on my tit. Arvin looked up at me through his dark eyelashes and gave my nipple a quick bite with his front teeth, and I yipped. “Vinny!” I cried.

“Aw, dolly,” Arvin cooed. “I only do it ‘cause I like the pretty little noises you make.”

I chuckled breathlessly, and, with his lips back on my nipple, Arvin winked at me. “Arv,” I sighed. “Your cock is literally inside me right now. You can knock it off with the flirting.”

“Can’t help it,” Arvin said, biting his bottom lip as he cupped his hands around my breasts. “Just an instinct.”

“It’s a good thing I like it,” I whispered, and I leaned down to kiss him. His breath was hot against my mouth, and I clutched his hair as he continued to fuck into me, and I finally pleaded, “Vinny, please come. Want you to come inside me, Arvin, please.”

Arvin took a fistful of my hair and tugged my head back to expose my neck, and he kissed all over the soft column of my throat as his thrusts became quick and sloppy. “Fuck,” he whispered and sucked a mark onto my neck, but I was too far gone to chastise him for it. Arvin huffed out a heavy breath then, and I felt him spilling himself inside of me, painting my walls with his hot cum. I gasped aloud at the feeling of it, and Arvin set a kiss to my lips to silence me. “Ya like that?” he whispered. “Like being fucked like this? My good girl, my best girl.”

“Christ, Vin,” I whispered with a giggle. “I love you, you fuckin’ square.”

“Hey, I’m not a square,” Arvin laughed. His arms were circled around me, holding me tightly, and his cock was still inside me as he laid his head on my chest and tried to catch his breath. “But I love you too, babydoll.” There was a quiet that blanketed the car then, the only sounds being our rasping breaths and the faint radio that we had left on before climbing into the backseat. Arvin was right; it had begun to rain.

“Think it’ll take?” I asked softly.

“What?” Arvin asked. His brown eyes were still blown out as he looked at me, and a smile split his face. “Oh, dolly. Is that why you wanted me to come inside ya?”

I shrugged sheepishly, and I hid myself in his neck. Arvin laughed and readjusted us so that he was laying on his back, making sure to stay inside of me all the while.

“You wanna have my babies?” Arvin chuckled. “Your daddy’ll kill us.”

“I jus’ wanna be yours, Arvie,” I told him. “Want everyone to know I’m yours.”

Arvin pulled my face from his neck and captured my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “No more hidin’?” he asked hopefully.

I shook my head, and Arvin smiled. “No more hiding,” I agreed.

Arvin gave a content sigh, and he kissed my mouth once more. “My pretty girl,” he whispered. “My pretty wife, maybe?” I nodded, and he laughed. “Shit, that sounds pretty nice. Having a pretty little wife to come home to, gettin’ all big with my baby… Jesus, I love the thought of that. But you ain’t even graduated yet, doll. Are ya sure…?”

“There’re girls who dropped out ‘cause they got married,” I told him. “I think the fact that I’m engaged and pregnant, and still manage to graduate won’t be a problem.”

Arvin kissed my forehead, and he whispered, “Just a few more minutes, baby. Wanna make sure, ya know. Then, I’ll get you that milkshake I promised.”

#arvin russell x reader #arvin russell #arvin russell x y/n #tdatt #the devil all the time #tom holland #arvin russell fanfiction #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #arvin russell fluff #arvin russell angst

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xenonmalachite · 3 years

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Ta da. My humanformers just got a redesign. It’s a slightly small re design but ta-da!!! I wanted to add the shaded version of the individual peeps but Tumblr wouldn’t let me. tumblr also wouldn’t let me organize them neatly Anyway. In order left to right order the Duos are:

- Smokescreen and Speedsmoke

- Bumblebee and Jolt Drive

- Neurotoxin and Landfall

- Crosshairs and Loco Motion

- Eureka and Starscream

- Blackout and Twin Drills

Neurotoxin and Landfall, and Smokescreen and Speedsmoke are the only Duos who are not a couple.

The outfits I’ve drawn them in is more their casual outfits.

Smokescreen and Starscream are based off their prim counterparts, Crosshairs and Blackout are based off their movie counterparts, and Bumblebee is based off his animated self.

their proportions are a little off but eh.

I hope you enjoy them. Design process and thoughts under the cut

Smokscreen and Speedsmoke are opposites in style. Speedsmoke’s outfit is designed to resemble casual Lolita style while smokescreen is more a practical outfit he can get dirty. I feel he’s wearing a jersey almost like a soccer jersey, as in made of synthetic materials, with an American letterman jacket. Speedsmoke on the other hand is a little more on the fancy side. She’s almost like a doll. This actually was the original idea of human Speedsmoke, wearing Lolita fashion. I went back to it because I figured it would be an interesting contrast between her and her brother.

for Bumble bee i was inspired by his human error design. I imagine he and Jolt Drive are college students. i had lots of fun with his hoodie. i really want a hoodie like that. he also has a pair of heelies. i tried to make them like the original ones and stylized them to fit bee. safe to say that kind failed. i hope they are recognizable as heelies. JD’s style is more cutesy and fun. given she’s from europe, i wanted her style to contrast her heritage. it seems more american in a way. JD’s style is half based off my own. i really want a vinyl jacket like hers. it’s water proof and is a smooth texture that won’t cause her a sensory overload.

Neurotoxin and Landfall was the most fun. they’re two different styles of goth. Neuro leans more on the cyber side and is more out there where Landfall is more traditional and on the casual side. their both wearing dark lipstick. i kinda wanted them to match in style since they are a band but eh. i tried. so anyway yeah. i really want Landfall’s hat and Neuro’s boots. i think they’re neat. Neuro i had fun drawing her hair. i didn’t like the original design which had her hair just come down and had that hoodie. i like this design better. i was trying to find distinctive goth trends in Germany but couldn’t find any specific trends so i just went full creative with her outfit.

i really like how Crosshairs and Loco Motion’s outfits came out. not much has changed for them. except Loco has a more casual version of her movie humanization. it’s more fashion than combat. i really liked that outfit on her. she is married to Cross but given her gloves, it’s likely her rings are in her pocket or in a locker so she does not loose them. Cross i decided to give a full on stubble to sorta look like John Constantine. been reading the comics and i can see some similarities. also he has a pocket watch now. yes he is wearing a wedding ring too.

Eureka and starscream i’m proud of. Eureka my goodness. i decided to give her something more related to her profession that she wears casually. so some Khakis. it’s more based on the ones Zoo Keepers wear. usually for work though she wears Vet Scrubs. those i still am practicing to draw. Starscream. Scremlin. didn’t change too much because he is quite cozy like that. kind a changed the position of his streak and where it starts. yes he is wearing red soled shoes. i saw the underside of his heel in Prime and i just, i gave him them because why not.

Blackout and Twin Drills have changed a bit and wow they look so much better. i wanted to make Twin Drills more like a teacher so i gave her a longer blouse. i thought a bow with her blouse might be a little nice for her and give her more of a teacher vibes. i tried to give her some cork screw curls with some long ends to be her “Drills”. i have some room to improve. wish i could draw gold properly for her bangle. also yes. Marriage rings! her and Blackout are a married couple. i wanted to draw Blackout with his but i for the life of me could not draw them holding hands. i imagine that’s more a casual work outfit for Blackout. he’s like a helicopter pilot/ aviator. i imagine there are times he needs to work on things. so i gave him some steel capped boots. i based him to look a little like Alexios from Assassins' Creed Odyssey. i feel Alexios’ voice would suit him

#humanformers #transformers oc #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen transformers #tfa bumblebee #transformers bumblebee #crosshairs #transformers crosshairs #tf crosshairs #tfp starscream #starscream #starscream tfp #transformers blackout #malachite arts #bayformers #bayverse #transformers prime #transformers animated #oc x canon

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the-edge-of-great · 4 years

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can you do 14 with alex finding out that gay marriage is legal maybe learning about other wholesome lgbt+ progress since '95

(there’s a weird glitch or something on my feed where the ask isn’t showing, so just in case, this is for @lemonwilford)

so after finishing this, I have four tabs open for formal dresses, wedding venues, and lesbian wedding aesthetics on Pinterest AND I have an article from 1993 about gay rights (started as a reference but then it got interesting so really, it’s my fourth article)

in other words I kinda get obsessed and distracted with researching and referencing for anything that I write, so, TL;DR enjoy :)

also juke is totally established in this cause I said so

14. “That’s legal now?”

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“Ready?”

“Ready!” the guys call back to Julie. They’re in the studio, patiently waiting for the surprise she wanted to show them. She was eager about something when she came home from school and told them she couldn’t practice on Saturday. They might’ve been bummed had she not been bouncing with excitement. Alex had smiled fondly at her; excited Julie was his favorite Julie.

She promised to show them what was happening Saturday before leaving, and now they’re eager themselves.

Julie throws open both studio doors with a type of dramatic flare that Alex can respect. She saunters in wearing a gorgeous golden dress with lace shoulders, a sweetheart neckline, and a hem stops just above her knee, matching heels clicking across the floor. Her hair bounces against her shoulders: big and curly and gorgeous, like always. She’s wearing red lipstick, and her eyeliner is sharp and precise; Alex thinks it’s called a cat eye. There’s so much lingo he still needs to catch up on.

He meets her halfway with a grin and offers his hand. “You look beautiful,” he says, spinning her in a circle. She twists on the toe of her heel, and her dress flares. There are sparkles in the intricate design across her chest that glisten under the studio lights. Alex catches her around the waist when she stumbles to a stop.

“Yeah,” Reggie agrees. “You look amazing.”

Alex joins Reggie as Luke approaches. They share a knowing smile.

“Where are you going looking so good?” he asks, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close.

Julie beams at him. “A wedding for one of my friends from music class. Her moms are getting married.”

Alex blinks. “Moms?”

Luke frowns. “You mean… two women?”

Like a switch, Julie’s bright demeanor falters. She pushes against Luke’s arms, frowning as she breaks away from him. “Yeah,” she answers, eyeing each of them carefully. “Are you guys… okay with that?”

Alex makes a noise—somewhere between a scoff and a snicker. Okay with that? Of course he is. But confused? Yes. Very.

Reggie nods, chewing on his lip. He’s trying not to smile—Alex can see the corners of his mouth twitching. “Yeah,” he says. “Of course we are, we just—”

“That’s legal now?” Alex blurts.

A second passes, but Julie’s eyes widen with realization. “Ninety-five,” she mutters to herself, nodding slowly. “Right.” Louder, she explains, “Yeah, gay marriage was legalized, like, five years ago. Actually, a lot’s changed since the 90s.”

Luke snickers. “No kidding.”

“Oh my gosh, wait until you see Pride in June! LA has the best celebrations.” She shifts her weight, smiling sheepishly. “Not that I have experienced any outside of here to compare, but, you know what I mean. It’s so much fun! Flynn and I went with Sarah and her moms last year—Sarah’s moms are the ones getting married today.”

Julie is looking at him more than she usually looks at Luke—and she catches herself every time, quickly averting her eyes back to him and Reggie—which is really saying something. She can’t possibly know though, right? He certainly didn’t tell her. He knows neither Luke nor Reggie told her. Is it really so obvious, or could she perhaps… actually be a witch? Was Reggie on to something?

Alex rolls his eyes; he must be having an off day or something to really consider Julie being a witch and Reggie to be right.

“… Or not,” Julie says, rocking on her heels and twisting the ring on her finger. She’s looking at him again, much less sure of herself than before. Reggie and Luke are staring too; Luke elbows him in the side and glares.

“What?” Alex whines, pushing him away. “What are you—Oh! Oh, I wasn’t—I didn’t—” He shakes his head at Julie. “I wasn’t rolling my eyes at you! I just… had a dumb idea… Anyway, I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“She said we could go with her,” Reggie explains. “To the wedding, if we want to.” He raises his eyebrows knowingly. How come everyone is so knowing toward him all of a sudden?

“You should,” Julie persists. “Sarah showed us pictures of the venue today at school. It looks gorgeous in the daylight—I can’t wait to see it tonight.”

Luke grins. “Of course we’ll go.” He chuckles at the guys. “I mean, what else do we have to do?”

So, that’s how they end up in the outdoors of Orange County. The guys ride in the back of Ray’s car—apparently, ghosts can ride in cars. Flynn doesn’t carpool with Julie; when the girls reunite, she explains how her mom decided last minute that Flynn’s hair would look better in a bun rather than her regular braids.

They pose for pictures from Ray and the wedding photographer. Then Sarah, Alex thinks—a teenage girl with fair skin and copper red hair in a neat plait against her shoulder—rushes over with the biggest grin on her face. The girls gush over their outfits, the night, the decorations, etc etc. They’re cute; Alex shares a fond smile with Luke and Reggie.

“This place is pretty,” Reggie admits, turning in a slow circle to take in the scenery. They’re in a forest, surrounded by towering pine trees, and there are lights everywhere. Streams of globe bulbs are strung up from tree to tree, creating an arch in the center where a long, white rug leads to a stage filled with golden flowers. The sun was already setting when they left Julie’s house, so by now, the reception is a warm glow in an otherwise dark forest.

“Alex,” Luke mutters, as if anyone could actually hear them, and nudges his elbow into Alex’s side, “look around dude. Most of these couples aren’t straight.”

He noticed when they first arrived that men mostly stayed with men and women mostly stayed with women, but now that Luke has pointed it out, Alex is noticing that the guests are actually couples. A couple to their left is discussing the food. One man feeds the other a bite of a sandwich and gloats when his partner admits it’s actually not bad. To their right, two women are posing in front of the wedding photographer. One is kissing the other’s cheek.

“I think this is the most…” Alex pauses, trying to both find the right word and take it all in because, really, this is a lot. It’s a good amount of a lot, of course, but… These people are openly showing off their partners. They’re happy. They’re proud of themselves. And the straight people aren’t saying anything rude? No one is cursing at them? Claiming they’ve damned themselves?

“Alex?” Reggie asks softly.

“I know a lot is different from, you know,” Alex begins, “but I think this is the biggest change I’ve seen. I mean—” He gestures wildly at the scene before them. “This is legal! This is legal. It’s accepted. They’re just—Everyone is just—themselves! They’re themselves, and it’s okay.”

“I was gonna ask how you feel about it, but—” Luke shares a laugh with Reggie— “I think I have my answer.”

“I feel…” Alex rocks on his heels, considering his answer. He chews on his lip. “You guys will probably think it’s dumb, but—”

“You know we won’t think it’s dumb,” Reggie argues immediately. Alex glances at him. He’s giving Alex this look with a raised eyebrow, like he can’t believe he would even think that. Which is valid, you know, because they’ve never been anything less than supportive of Alex. Of course they haven’t; he really lucked out in the friend department.

“I feel safe here.” He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. “Like when I could finally leave my house to go to practice, and I knew none of you guys would judge me if I told you about a guy that I thought was cute.” He finds Julie in the crowd, chatting with the lesbian couple he saw earlier, posing for pictures—selfies—with them and laughing when the woman’s partner hid bunny ears behind her head.

Alex rubs the back of his neck. “I just… don’t think I could’ve imagined feeling safe around people who aren’t my friends.” He finally turns to Luke and Reggie, who are watching him with wide grins. Alex huffs a laugh. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Reggie chuckles. He slings an arm around Alex’s shoulders. “We’re just happy for you, man.”

“Yeah,” Luke agrees. He hums. “Can’t wait to see what the whole thing with June is about.”

“Yeah!” Reggie exclaims. “D’ya think it’s a few days? A week?”

“We can ask Julie later,” Alex suggests.

Reggie snickers. “If she doesn’t stay with Flynn.”

Luke hums. “Yeah, I’m gonna… go convince her to stay home tonight.” He pauses to squeeze Alex’s shoulder before leaving them for the dance floor.

Alex suddenly steps away from Reggie. “I, uh… I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?”

“I just—I want to find Willie. I want to talk to him about something.”

“You’re really going to leave me third wheeling with jukebox over there?”

Alex snorts. “Jukebox? Have they approved of that name?”

“… They don’t know about it.” Reggie pauses, then adds, “And you’re not going to tell them.”

“I promise.”

Reggie chuckles. “You better. Now go, find your boy.”

He’s at the museum, the first place Alex looks. He’s just leaving actually—as soon as Alex arrives at the building, Willie is phasing through the door, about to skate down the street.

“Willie!” Alex calls.

Willie steps off his board. He turns to him, and instantly, a smile spreads across his face. “Hey, Alex. What’s up?”

“So,” Alex says, stopping in front of him, grinning, “tell me about Pride.”

Willie’s eyes shine at the request, just as beautiful as the lights from the wedding.

“I’d love to.”

#Julie and the phantoms #JATP #JATPprompts #willex #willie jatp #willie x alex #Alex jatp

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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It Has It’s Uses Princess P2

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER RATING: SMUT AF! KINKY AF!

WRITERS NOTE: Hello! I just felt I needed to clarify to anyone reading that uhhh... this gets a little. intense. Yeah let's just call it intense I'm sure as many of my little bubbles know I am never one to shy away from the kinky stuff. In fact, I think its part of the reason my work is as well-liked as it is that I'm not afraid to do any level of kinky idea, and this one yeah all I'm gonna say is there is an element that touches on a very obscure kink. and its kinda one I thought about the moment I saw benny's character design.

I sat in my little room the university had given me all my things laid out so perfectly the alarm clocks on my table ticking away set perfectly for tomorrow. I sat reading over my last few games as well as Benny's in preparation for tomorrow. I checked the time seven forty-five so I got up and put my paperwork away fixing my hair and my lipstick in the mirror checking I had in the dress I wanted after my shower earlier. I fixed my bed and just as the clock ticked over to seven-fifty the door knocked.

I smirked he's always early.

I went to the door unlocking it and pulling it open revealing that annoyance of mine leaning on my door frame his shoulder on the doorframe his fluffy blonde hair in his eye he clearly has a shower since earlier today, his facial hair neat or as neat as it could ever get, his tight blue jeans hugged his every curve, his belt sat tightly, his knife in its usual place, the green button down in as I had requested undone to let his chains sit on his bare skin, his shoes against my door frame in the other side of his skinny body took up the whole frame, as he smirked at me his fingers rubbing in his ring slightly before glancing up to me

"Evening Benny"

"Dobryy vecher, printsessa, razve ty ne vyglyadish' pokhotlivoy" he smirked flexing his Russian but as he did I picked up on something

"Don't you mean ravishing?" I asked

"I know what I said princess" he smirked "we doing this or aren't we? I have a very important match tomorrow"

"Sure you do" I smirked turning away going to my window a moment as I did I heard him step in shutting my door and the familiar sound of it locking behind him, I kept looking out my window smirking a little as I felt his arms wrap around my waist and his lips press to my neck

"Are you sure?" He asks

"Of course I am" I giggled

"So your… consenting?" He asked almost a hushed whisper in my ear as one of his hands moved to my stomach his fingers gently rubbing on my dress heading lower slowly

"When don't I?" I laughed

"I like to check," he says sweetly "I know how hard you like it" he smirked his teeth gritted as he spoke his lips clasping around the crook of my neck sucking and biting to force a dark love bite

"I'm sure Benny" I smirked "do what you want to me" I Whispered

"Ummm, that I will princess" he growled grabbing my neck his other hand still in my waist at the same moment pulling me back against him completely so not an inch of us was a part, I could feel his erection rubbing on my butt and his tightening grip on my neck but his hand moved away and I felt the sting of the cold sharp blade against my necks skin I flinched as it felt it and I could hear that cocky smirk on his voice I didn't even have to see it to know it was there "awww… too cold, don't worry we'll make it nice and warm won't we princess?" He smirked moving it slowly down my body between my breasts and down my stomach till he reached the skirt of my dress he cut a line breaking apart each stitch of the hem ripping the skirt off me he kissed my neck all over as he revealed my panties "ummm you had to wear the pink ones didn't you" he growled "you know what they do to me" he smirked his hand slipped down from my waist under the slightly frilly elastic of my white panties with little pink flowers his fingers rubbing on my clit before he moved his hand away and moved me around to face his dark lustful eyes "umm bad girl"

I bit my mouth hard trying not to react as his grip tightened so no inch of us was apart his hand around my waist and my back so his hand sat on my waist the opposite side the other gently stroking my thigh gently running the blade across my skin not enough to hurt me but enough I felt it "bad, bad girl" he smirked watching for my reaction to his words I tried desperately not to react but he could read my feeble attempts to remain composted and chucked to himself "are you really that horny princess?" He growled milking every last syllable he slipped his knife back in its holster and he spanked my butt hard digging his fingers into me as he did taking a chuck out of my arse as he did "lay down, now" he orders "before your dripping down your legs"

I shook my head playfully and he smirked more

"Oohh? No? You want it… harder tonight?" He asked and I nodded wrapping my arms around his neck "Humm my dirty little princess" he growled picking me up by my thighs resting both hands on my arse he forced me over the bed almost dropping me on it sitting over me before I had a chance to move he got his knife sitting it over my panties and he winked at me as he undid his belt completely taking it off and he took my hand kissing down my hand and my wrist as he took my other hand doing the same. He wrapped his belt around my wrists pulling it tight, so I was restrained; he smirked and wrapped my legs around him. He grabbed his knife running it over my top breaking at each of the strings holding a button for the top of my dress he smirked grabbing either side and ripping it apart to expose my bra "ummmm princess…" he smirked, "why do you always have to dress so beautiful for me princess?" He growled kissing down my neck

"Because you like it" I smirked

"Are you trying to make me give you a spanking princess?"

"Maybe?"

"Later, still not seeing everything I wanna see" he smirked running the cold edge of the knife across my stomach running up between my breasts he bit his bottom lip as he slipped the knife's blade between my bra and my skin the knife cutting through my bras thin cotton easily and he put his knife on the bed ripping my bra off me aggressively exposing my breasts and my nipples to the cold air of my room even if the intensity of our activities was making it hot between us. He smirked and grabbed my breasts hard grabbing one in each hand groping and squeezing them, rubbing on my nipples "aww you cold princess?" He asked rubbing on my nipples harder "should I warm you up?" He smirked moving to lay over me gently rubbing his hard-on against my panties, his head nuzzled into my chest gently kissing my skin his hair tickling me with each of his kisses his thumbs rubbing on my nipples

"Ummm" I groaned trying to move my hips to get some friction

"Princess, you bad, bad girl" he smirked grabbing my hips so I couldn't move "are you that desperate for me princess?" He smirked licking and sucking on my nipples and I nodded "well, I'm playing with these, you said I could do whatever I wanted? And I wanna play with your sexy breasts princess. I'll play with your pretty pussy when I want to play with your pretty pussy"

"Benny" I whined

"Fine" he smirked rolling his eyes a little he moved away getting his knife kissing up my thigh gently ticking me to make me squirm against him as he slipped the knife up to my skin and under the waistband of my panties on the side seam ripping them to shreds and throwing the tattered remains of my panties across the room onto the floor he put his knife in the nightstand and attacked my legs and pussy with quick and passionate kisses leaving a love bite just on the inside of my thigh inches from my clit "my bad little princess want me to fuck her?" He smirked sitting up undoing his jeans letting his hard cock stand tall as he stroked his shaft looking at me devilishly as I laid on my bed naked my legs wide and my hands restrained "show me how bad my princess wants me"

I blushed a little moving my still tied hands to my clit gently playing with it as softly as I could opening my legs as wide as possible to let him watch he smirked biting his lip hard kicking off his jeans

"Uhhh Benny" I groaned but before I could continue my hands were slapped away and the tattered remains of my panties shoved in my mouth to gag me before I could even reach he grabbed my thighs and pushed hilt deep inside of me

"Fuck! Uummmm princess, so wet for me" he growled gently and experimentally moving his hips slipping out so only the tip of his head remained inside me, then back in hilt deep grunting every time he drove deep inside me his long fingers wrapped around my hips staring down at me he moved my hands and tried what was left of the bel around the bedpost so I had no choice but to hold my hands above my head.

He began getting faster with his movements his groans and grunts getting more frequent as well as his swearing and the muttering of that stupid name

"Uhh… uummmm.. fuck! Princess" he got faster and faster still the bed beginning to creak from our movement it slightly hitting the wall my breasts moving around as the bed slightly moved bouncing my breasts which only fueled Benny more as he got to watch them as he fucked me, he knew I was close as I had tightened around him considerably he moved his hands to his shirt undoing the rest of the buttons and rolling his sleeves to his elbows where he was clearly warm starting to get hot and sweaty from the activity but his hand didn't return to my hips one did but the other moved to my clit rubbing in it hard and fast making me even wetter tightening myself around him as I tried not to moan even if I knew I was close he pulled the fabric from my mouth kissing down my neck leaving a hiki there "I wanna hear my princess scream about how much she loves my cock" he smirked undoing my hands I instantly grabbed his shoulders pulling him down so I could bite on his neck clawing up and down his back like a crazed cat as he got faster fueled by all of this pounding my pussy hard and fast the bed banging on the wall rapidly "uhhh! Fuck! Come on cum on my cock princess!" He growled

"Uuuuhhhhh! Ughh Benny!!" I screamed as at that moment I hit my wall my head rolling back in the pillow my eyes rolling back into my head, he kept going not stopping for a moment letting me feel every second of the pleasure and letting me ride it out he was groaning and grunting loudly as I came around him no doubt struggling not to cum himself

"Good girl" he smirked pulling out making me whine a little already missing him being inside me but before I could respond still getting my breath back he grabbed his belt tieing my hands again and pushing me over to lay on my stomach "uumm why do you have to look so fuck able princess?" He asked slapping my arse hard groping it once his hand made contact

"Would you rather I did?" I giggled

"No, I just rather I got to see it more often" he smirked grabbing my hips forcing my head into my pillow and my arse into the air "umm such an exposed little princess, such a bad, bad girl" he smirked running his hands around my arse and his kisses across the lips of my pussy "quiet" he shushed "I wanna fuck my princesses pretty pussy until I cum" he growled slipping back inside me it feeling so much bigger and deeper this way "uuhh fuck yeah!" He groaned starting his pounding already "so wet, so warm uhh fuck! Princess! Why do you have to be such a heavenly fuck? I don't ever wanna stop" he smirked slapping my arse hard as he got faster, I buried my head into the pillow biting in it trying not to scream I was lost in a world of pleasure biting on the pillow the only sound the bed hitting the wall and benny's gasps and swears his hands moved away a second I didn't know why they returned moments later one slapping and spanking my arse the other rubbing on my clit "come on princess, I need to feel you cum" he groans gasping for breath I tried to fight away from his pleasurable touching but he got faster and spanked me harder in retaliation, I suddenly hit another wall tightening around him and that got him there too pushing as deep inside me as he could go his fingers digging into my squishy butt as he sprayed inside me

"aahhhh!! Uughhhh Benny!' I screamed into the pillow

"Uughhh fuck! Fuck! Uhhhhhh uuuhh uuughhhhh!! Princess…. Princess" he screamed stopping his movements gasping for breath, he pulled out and lay down beside me in the little bed his shirt now gone, Hu that's what he did when his hands left I sat trying to get my breath back the room hot and steamed up on the glass and the mirror both our bodies sweaty and struggling for breath. His head against the pillow his hair a matted mess, his eyes closed his mouth open his chest and throat moving as he breathes deeply his cock still slightly twitching as it slowly got soft, I smiled resting my chin on his chest snuggling up to him moving his arm around me I smiled looking at him rest a moment interested to see what wonderful wisdom such an amazing genius would utter in his post-orgasmic clarity "You wanna go get hash browns?"

"What?" I giggled

"I'm hungry" he shrugs

"No, I'm not getting dressed and driving for hash browns at god only knows what o'clock" I explain

"Fine" he sighed

"Excuse me" I smiled poking him with still restrained hands so he let me out dropping the belt in the floor and kissing my hand

"There you go princess"

"Anything else?" I asked him

"You're a bitch when you play Sicilian you know"

"I know" I laughed "you're a bitch when you play black, I kinda wish I could give you the slight advantage and let you play white because of how freaking defensive you get' I explain

"Freaking?"

"Shut up"

"Good girl" he smiled kissing my head "princess shouldn't swear," he says playing with my hair a little "you are like the only girl in the world I can talk chess with after sex"

"Really?"

"Yep, everyone else gets mad at me"

"Even beth?"

"Especially beth, she gets a really fucking arse I talk about chess after sex" he explained "well she did, I wouldn't know anymore"

"Why not?"

"You know why not, I haven't had sex with anyone but you. Not for a year now"

"Why not?"

"Why would I want anyone but my princess?" He asked

"I'm not your girlfriend Benny you can have sex with whoever you want"

"Yeah well I don't want to, I'm happy with you, I'm comfy with you, you know what I like, I know what you're into" he explained

"Just because you think it's weird"

"I don't think it's weird, I never said weird princess I said interesting." He says "I told you you'd like it"

"You did, it does have its uses" I smirked

"Have you had sex with anyone other than me?"

"Does my hand count?"

"No,"

"Then no"

"Then… why aren't you my girlfriend?" He asked his hand moving to slide his fingers up and down my side

"Because I say not. What do you care? Inlet you do whatever you want to me, i let you have sex with me whenever you want, I don't complain about chess talk, I don't go to your house, I don't cost you money? I'm literally like the best parts of a girlfriend without the shit"

"Oi" he warns slapping my butt "bad girl, one of these days I am going to give you a bloody spanking"

"Why not?" I giggled

"That's the problem I would. But you enjoy it"

"You don't?"

"Touché" he answered "come on princess, or we'll be late tomorrow"

When I woke up rather suddenly my alarm ringing so I sat up and shut it up nuzzling back with the warm chest and body beside me "ummmm" Benny groaned sleepily

"Get up, and get out of my room Benny"

"Uummmm.. no" he groans trying to turn away but I had hold of him "five more minutes princess," he says cuddling me closely on his chest his arms around me pulling me close like a teddy bear

"Benny it's six twenty we have to get up"

"SIX twenty? Ohh, fuck off! No. Fuck no I am not doing this shit" he complained

"Get up" I complained

"The match doesn't start till eleven!" He complained

"Yeah well you're in my room, so you need to leave my room, go shower, do prep and then get there early so get your arse out my bed"

"Oi, bad girl" he warned "umm wake me when it's ten, princess," he says cuddling me tighter

"Nope" I sighed literally kicking him out of bed and into my floor

"This. This is why you're not my girlfriend' he complained from the floor as I got cosy in the covers around my naked body "fine, where are my pants?"

"Wherever you put them Benny" I giggled watching him get dressed in what he wore last night just enough to get back to his room

"Why am I kicked out to get dressed and you get to cosy up still?' he asked with a yawn

"Because I'm a princess" I smiled "and it takes the knight longer to get his clothes on from fucking the princess all night" I smirked

"Hey! One more I really will spank you"

"Cunt" I giggled

"Alright come here" he smirked kneeling on the bed even if I whined and tries to get away as he pulled the covers up to expose my bare bottom and he slapped and spanked me hard "bad girl" he says kissing my skin where he spanked me getting off the bed again and getting his belt and knife

"Benny?" I asked sitting up the covers all that concealed me

"Yeah?" He asks fixing his hair a little I smiled jumping off the bed grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling his lips to my own, he kissed back seemingly shocked but happy to kiss me, his hair tickling me in an odd but pleasant way his hands moved around me sweetly around my waist sitting on my back and my hip as we kissed slowly but rhythmically our lips moving against each other in perfect time and sync till I pulled back but stayed in his arms his face a little vacant "whoa…" was all that arrived at his mouth "hi"

"Hi" I smiled

"If you want me to come back to bed princess you only have to ask?"

"No, I just wanted to give you a kiss before you go"

"You've never kissed me before." He blushed and I shrugged and he smiled widely "how about after today, you come to new york with me?"

"Why?"

"I wanna take you to my place, maybe we can go out to dinner and other stuff" he suggests "come on, come to new york with me princess"

"I will… if I win" I smiled

"Alright," he smirked, giving me another kiss. "I'll see you later" he winked before he went unlocking my door and heading out into the university.

I smiled fixing my petticoats as I found my table for the game today Benny smirked as he too arrived at the table he offering his hand so I shook it before we sat at the table, he smirked at me crossing his arms as he looked at me "your move princess" he smirked as I felt him gently playing footsie with me under the table clicking the clock so we could start.

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My Strength - Risotto Nero

I was sitting cosily cuddled up in my blanket, enjoying a warm cup of hot chocolate and a good detective-lawyer book by Steve Cavanagh, while listening to Guns’n’Roses in the background, when a loud bang comes from downstairs, and next thing I know, I see my younger sister dressed in my clothes, which was rather unusual, with a huuuuuge grin on her face.

“Whatever it is, the answer is NO.” I say sternly, turning back to my book. “But KAAAAAAAAAAT! There’s this rock pub that just opened and it’s very close to home! Come on, I wanna party! I haven’t partied in SO long! And you know I only trust you to take me home when drunk!” she begged, making me roll my eyes. “No wonder you stole my clothes without even asking me. The answer is still no. You know very well I’m not a party person.” I answer, flipping the page. “But siiiiiiiisssssss!!! It’s rock music! You like that kind of stuff! I promise we won’t stay long! J-Just an hour! Please, just get me out of the house, I’m going insane! Pleaseeeee!!” she got on her knees at the foot of my bed, and I could only sigh in aggravation, hitting my head with my book, before carefully placing it on the nightstand and getting up. “You owe me big time...” I mutter, going to get ready, as I could hear her loud cheer.

I put on an AC/DC Tshirt, with black jeans, black combat boots, a jeans chain, a necklace and do basic make up with a cute eyeliner and purple lipstick, before exiting and raking my fingers through my long, red hair, fixing my fringe out of habit, then put on my black scarf and a black cardigan, get motion for her to lead the way to the place she mentioned.

As soon as we got in, we could hear Guns’n’Roses’ November Rain, and thankfully enough, we found a single table for two, the only one available anymore... But it was next to a big round table where 9 very intimidating looking people stood and chatted, while drinking.

“Uhm...Maybe we should go back home.” I mutter, putting my hand on Christine’s shoulder. “What?! No way! Besides, they look so cool! They’re so hot! Think I can get laid tonight?” she smirked, dragging me to the table. “They look dangerous. I’d rather go home.” I sigh, covering my face with my scarf, feeling anxious. “All the hot people have this refined and mysterious vibe around them, otherwise they’d just be super dull! Liven up a little! Ah, look the song changed! It’s Ozzy Osburne, isn’t it?” she smirked at me with much pride, but I only dragged my hand down my face in desperation. “IT’S MARILYN MANSON, DAMN IT!” I growled a bit louder than I wished for, earning a few glances from the scary table, which made me hide my face even more. “Ah, whatever, who cares, same guy. I’ll go get drink.” she got up, but I quickly grabbed her wrist. “Get me a Pepsi, but make sure he doesn’t take the cap off.” I ordered sternly, as she shrugged off my hand, rolling her eyes.

Thankfully enough, she came back with the bottle just as I told her, and using my key, I easily take the cap off, and use a straw to drink the soda, before I hear one of the guys kept asking for a lighter, just then, I could see Christine’s eyes light up with lust, as she jumped to her feet in excitement.

“You still have that lighter with you, right?! You always play with it don’t you? Come on, give him a fire for his cig!” she grabbed me roughly, until he shoved me to the shaved man who looked like a hobo, who smirked up at me. “Ehhhh? What’s this, a bella ragazza wanting to enjoy my company?” he spoke, eyeing me creepily. “Don’t flatter yourself...She forced me to give you a light.” I mumbled, as I turn on the lighter and light his cigarette. “Why, thank you, gorgeous. Wouldn’t you like to stay with us?” he spoke in a slurry voice, putting one of his hands on my waist. “Paws off, or I burn you.” I threatened lowly. “Awww, little kitty has claws, how cute!” he spoke, but before he could finish the conversation, I turn the fire volume to the highest for a few seconds, which burnt his face...Or his big nose, rather, before turning it off back again. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR, BITCH?!” he shot up to his feet, towering and glaring over me. “I warned you not to be a jerk. You play with fire, you get burnt.” I say in a low voice, raising my scarf slightly. “WHAT THE HELL, KAT?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! APOLOGISE RIGHT NOW!” Christine shook me slightly, which made me slap her hands away. “No. I’m going home, bye. Have fun with your little group of hot shots.” I shrugged, turning to leave, before she grabbed me again. “No! You can’t leave! Mum doesn’t let me alone by myself at night! She’ll punish you!” she shrieked desperately. “I live alone. I don’t care what she does, but she can’t ground me anymore.” I rolled my eyes, turning around, before the purple haired man got up. “Hey, Risotto, these 2 are pretty fun. What do you say we let them stay with us? There’s plenty of space around, right?” he smirked, which only made me more uncomfortable. “Don’t bother, I’m out. Ciao.” I shrugged, making a few steps towards the exit, before my sister started shouting after me. “Mum and Dad are gonna disown you if you leave me here all alone, y’know? You don’t want that, do you?!” I could literally feel her smirk, which made me whip around, glaring at her. “You’re lucky I care about our mess of a so-called family, otherwise I’d have been out of here faster than the speed of light.” I sneered at her, as I sat down on the seat brought by one of them, between the purple haired and the silver haired men. “Di molto, this is fabulous! Such a bella donna with a fiery attitude and a heart of gold, my, you’re perfect!” the purple haired man started grinning and gushing about me, which made me hide my face in my scarf feeling very uncomfortable. “Melone, stop that, you’re making her feel uncomfortable.” the silver haired man spoke up. “But Risotto, she’s so pretty! You can’t deny that! And you know what they say about fire-kissed girls~!” Melone smirked, which made me blush and bite my lip. “I don’t know, Melone, she’s pretty, alright. Pretty rude!” the guy whose nose I burnt grumbled. “I’m not rude, I’m just shy.” I mumbled, leaning back on my chair, still holding my scarf to my face. “Awwww, she’s so cute! That’s it, I’m adopting you! Formaggio, if you say one more bad thing about her, I’m killing you!” Melone growled at the shaved man, while putting his arms around me and pulling me to his chest. “Whatevs, her sister’s much better. Como ti chiami, bella signorina?” he flirted with her, and she was already gleaming, head over heels with glee. “Oh, brother...” I facepalmed, completely done with life. “This is gonna be a long night...” I rolled my eyes, getting out of Melone’s grasp. “Yeah, for me and Christine over here, sure will.” Formaggio’s sleezy smirked pissed me off, so I used a little power of my Stand to deduce where to throw my lighter, so it would bounce off the table, into his forehead, and then back to the table and perfectly in my hand. “I don’t really care what you do, as long as you aren’t disgusting enough to talk out loud like that. Nobody cares.” I say, throwing the lighter and easily catching it back in my hand. “HOW DID YOU DO THAT, PUTTANA?! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!” he shouted, shooting up to his feet, but the man on his right easily stopped him, shoving him to his seat. “Stop being such a nuisance, you’re gonna get us thrown out of this place, and Capo’s gonna be very pissed.” the dark haired man with hair hair tied in multiple places glared at him. “Capo...Huh. What a surprise.” I let out an amused breath. “Capo? Who is Capo? And what kind of name is that?” Christine asked dumbly. “Oddio santo...How are we related...” I sighed in exasperation. “Actually, never mind. Capo is a...Uhm...A nickname for one of this guys. Y’know, all groups of friends have that one person who’s more of a leader? Capo’s kinda like that. Nothing important, so don’t fret over it.” I shrugged, waving my hand dismissively. “Oh, woaw, that’s pretty lame. How come you’re not Capo, Formaggio? You’re so cool and strooong~!” she kept touching his biceps, as he flexed. “Kill me.” I facepalmed, utterly disgusted. “May I speak to you outside for a moment?” Risotto got up, extending me his hand. “Sure.” I mutter, getting up without taking his hand. “Huh...The music can still be heard from outside too. That’s pretty neat.” I said softly, leaning back on the wall. “You know.” he stepped in front of me, looking at me with stern eyes. “Of course I know, I’m not stupid. I’ve known since I first saw you. I just wasn’t sure what you were exactly.” I shrugged, not meeting his eyes. “Why aren’t you running away?” his voice was obviously an interrogation one. “If you’re the Mafia, I can guess you’re Passione...We used to live in a different city, where Buccellati’s gang was protecting the city, and trust me when I say this, but regular criminals wouldn’t teach a guy a lesson for beating up his elderly mother, nor would they try to keep themselves in peace with the whole city like that. I sort of...Owe a favour to Passione because of that...And honestly, you think I can just pick that idiot up and get her out of here that easily? Look at me and my noodle arms and realise that I sometimes struggle to open water bottle caps, okay?” I looked away in embarrassment, hearing a low, amused chuckle coming from him. “Melone was right, you’re pretty fun. What sort of favour do you owe Passione?” he asked simply. “Now, then, don’t you think you’re getting a bit too curious? What happened is between me and Capo Buccellati...Then again...You DO kill, don’t you?” I shifted my gaze to him, smirking slightly. “What makes you think that?” he answered my question with another question. “Buccellati’s gang had a much more protective and gentle aura surrounding them. You and your people are much more threatening and menacing. Especially you...Capo.” I spoke in a softer voice, not sure how to react. “You do realise I’d have to kill you now that you know our secret, correct?” he asked rhetorically, yet his actions betrayed no malice. “It’s your partner’s fault he let that slip, not mine. Besides, it’s not like I could do you any damage, correct? I’m just a frail little girl who is studying to become a Vet. A girl who’s half your height isn’t too threatening, is she?” I chuckled breathlessly, as the song changed to Metallica’s Unforgiven and I unconsciously started humming the chorus. “You’re spared, however, you will have to keep this secret all your life. In addition, to protect our secret, you will have to join our organisation. Medicine is still Medicine, humans are mammals, so if we need help, you won’t be a burden. On a side note, next month is a Metallica concert, if you want to go.” his words had a paralytic effect on my nervous system, so much that I could only stare at him with wide eyes, much like a fawn meeting her hunter. “Katrinaaaaaaaa! Let’s go home with these guys~!!!” all of a sudden, the pub’s door was slammed open, which made me jump and squeal in fright, only to realise it was my sister, dragging Formaggio away. “Wh-What...?!” I could only stare at them with my jaw agape, many question marks appearing above my head. “Come on, have some fun! You can fuck Risotto and Melone all you want too, don’t be so shy!” she giggled, obviously, but despite that, my face became redder than a rose and I had to hide my face in my scarf. “Katrina, huh? What a nice name. Let’s go.” he guided me to the car, and getting in, I glued myself to the door, not wanting to touch anyone by mistake.

---

It sure has been a while since we met, I thought to myself as I snuggled closer to Riz’s chest. I’m still very shocked how our relationship developed so easily and so fast, while my relationship with my sister only went down the hill, just as fast. Not that it was any surprise, to say the least. The only reason why I still answer calls and go to family gatherings is because I have a very conflicted moral and ethical compass, unfortunately, and I’m too afraid to sever the ties that keep be caged.

A year already passed since I was ultimately forced to join La Squadra Esecuzioni, and to be fair, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be, considering they are a bunch of killers. Being the only girl around, and being such a shy trainwreck, it sort of made them try to make me feel comfortable around them...And by that, I mean mostly Melone, Risotto and Prosciutto. The others were more passive...While Formaggio was still a jerk, most likely because I tarnished his pride twice with a simple lighter, and Ghiaccio was...Always in a weird mood. I was mostly allowed to stay at home, no problem, continue my Vet education, while in very rare occasions, I was called over to heal anyone that needed it, or told to go on a mission with someone, but nothing too bad, nor that put me in any danger.

Now, I should emphasise the word ‘ME’ since it wasn’t ME who got in grave danger, but Risotto, in a mission, about 6 months after I joined the Gang.

Pesci and Illusio put Risotto on the bed while I got by his side and to examine how grave his injuries are, and as soon as I realise the hemorrhage and I told everyone to get out as I ripped off his blouse and took out my Stand, and put her hands over his injury, using my healing water to stop the bleeding and stitch back the flesh.

---

It took quite a while, but after hours of tending to him, his injuries were completely healed, and yet, he was still unconscious.

After making sure that he’s comfortable in bed, I go to the kitchen, make something fast to eat, get a bottle of water and get back to Riz’s room, and thankfully enough, he was still asleep. I put the tray on the nightstand and sit on the side of the bed, holding his hand in both of mine, gently stroking it and kissing his knuckles, waiting for him to wake up.

“Kat...?” I hear a groggy voice call out my name, and snap my head up, only to see Risotto’s eyes fluttering open. “Yes, I’m here, Riz. You’re alright, you’re home. Don’t worry about a thing.” I lean towards him, brushing his fringe away. “The mission...” he mumbled, still exhausted. “It’s okay, the others took care of it. I healed all your injuries, but you should still rest for a while. Take it easy.” I smile softly at him, still stroking his hand. “You did well, Katrina. Thank you.” he said, slowly getting up into a sitting position. “Here, you should eat and drink to regain your strength.” I explain, putting the tray in his lap. “I’ll let you rest.” I was about to get up, but I was stopped by him grabbing my wrist gingerly. “Will you stay?” Risotto asked, which made me smile softly, sitting back down next to him. “If you want me to.” I said, looking down slightly. “Are you scared of me, Katrina?” he asks, making me snap my gaze to him. “What? Where did you get that idea from?” I asked, blinking in surprise. “You always avoid eye contact. You always look away. Why?” he asked in a serious tone. “...Uhm...I don’t know, I guess I’m just shy. I’ve never been able to hold eye contact with anyone.” I mutter, scratching at my neck, a habit I have to combat anxiety. “I remember, I know that. It’s a pity.” he took my hand in his, while I was still confused. “What do you mean? It’s no big deal...It’s not like I really have friends to annoy with that or anything.” I shrugged simply. “It’s a pity that someone as nice as you lets others take advantage of her.” he says, which made me bite my lip and frown. “Why does it matter so much? I’m just your subordinate, you call me when you need my help.” I raise my eyebrow in confusion. “You’re not just a subordinate, Kat. You were forced into this. You shouldn’t be involved with the Mafia, you’re a kind soul. You’re so kind that you let your sister make you miserable.” he pointed out, which made me get up, looking at him awkwardly. “I don’t get why you’re so interested in this all of a sudden. I’ll let you rest, good night.” I say, but the instant I turn around, I hear a commotion from behind me, and I see Risotto getting up. “Wait, no, don’t get up, you haven’t rested yet!” I instinctively rush to his side, putting my hands on his shoulders to put him back in bed. “A subordinate wouldn’t behave like this. You saved my life, so I owe you a favour. Ask anything of me, and I will give it to you.” he said, which made me tsk at him. “You let me and my sister live, when you could have killed me. Consider me saving your life a debt paid, so we’re even. Now please leave this be and stop pretending to care.” I looked away, ready to leave. “And if I do? Am I not allowed to?” he spoke with as much firmness as usual. “Why would you, anyway? It’s not like I’m anything special. Why do you insist so much on this?” I sighed, looking at him with a deadpan expression. “Because you are special, and if you had someone to support you properly, you would know that. Kat, let me be your strength and stand up to those that are being toxic to you, even if those people are your family.” he stepped in front of me, gently brushing the back of his hands against my cheeks, before he raised up my face slightly. “I...I can’t do that...I can’t...I...” I stuttered, feeling my eyes starting to water. “Why can’t you, Kat? What are you so afraid of?” he asked, stroking my hair. “I asked Buccellati to get revenge on my ex for what he did to me. My family’s no different...But family is family, I can’t do anything about that except listen and do what they say.” I explain with a sigh “Nothing like that will ever happen to you, I can vow for that. Just let me be your strength, the same way that you and your kindness are the reason why I don’t forget my humanity.” he confessed genuinely, which made my bottom lip quiver. “Is that really...Okay...?” I spoke, barely audible, to which he smiled softly. “I don’t see why not, dear.” Riz leaned in, brushing his lips against mine so softly and tenderly, almost as if afraid that I’d break, which wasn’t far from the truth.

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That night was free for the both of us, so we thought it would be nice to go for a walk by the beach, look at the twilight as the Sun set and the sky was painted in all the most beautiful colours. We walked with our feet in the water, my arm loosely wrapped around his waist, while his was pulling me into his side by my shoulder. Everything was chill and calm, and yet, my nerves were on the edge, even now.

I guided him to the little pontoon bridge and let our feet dangle, touching the sheen of the water.

“Go on, cara mia, I know you want to tell me something.” Riz pulled me closer to him, kissing my head. “Risotto, darling...You know that I hate social interactions, right? Well, mostly because I’m very bad with them.” I ask, speaking in a soft voice. “You’re not rude, just shy, was it?” he chuckled lightly, looking up at the now starry sky. “Yeah, something like that, I guess. I forgot I even said that when we first met.” I shrugged with a smile. “Remember my sister?” I ask again. “Ah, yes, the one who tried to fuck the whole Squadra, but only managed to get Formaggio, right?” he let out an amused breath. “The one and only.” I smiled slightly, before it faltered. “My cousin is getting married and she invited both of us. I...I don’t know what to do. I really don’t wanna go...But...” I trailed off with a sigh. “Family is Family, huh? You’re still going on with that.” he asked rhetorically, looking at me as I could only nod. “Want me to come with you?” “You’re my only friend, Riz. Having you there would make things much easier to cope with...But...I also wouldn’t want to subject you to such torture.” I mutter with a sadness. “How bad could it be?” he smirked, which made me snap my head to him, frowning. “I wouldn’t wish it to anyone. Not even my worst enemies.” I speak in a clear, firm voice, to get my point across. “I’ve been through almost dying quite a few times because of our Boss. I’m sure I could survive it.” he ruffled my hair playfully. “Are you sure you’re willing to go through that kind of emotional torture just for someone like me?” I tilt my head up to look at him. “I’d go to the end of the world for you, pick up the stars and put them in your hair.” he declared, which made me hide my face in his chest, hugging him as tightly as I could, no longer able to hold back my tears. “I don’t deserve someone like you, Riz. I’m not even worthy of standing around you. You’re an angel. I want to be selfish, I want you to never leave me, but honestly, I don’t deserve you and your kindness.” my voice trembled, just like my body, and then, I could feel his embrace loosening slightly, as he put his hands on my face, lifting my face up to plant a kiss on my forehead. “I know you can’t see how special you are to me, but even so, I’m not going to let go of you. Ever.” he stroked my hair, letting me calm down.

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Of course, Melone was sweet enough to come with me to help me choose the right dress, and then helped me with my make up and hair, saying that his cute little sister should have an amazing date and feel beautiful.

“Oh, I feel so, so awkward...Dresses aren’t my thing. Get me out of here.” I tugged at my wavy hair, curled for the first time, no longer as untamable as usual. “I don’t know about that, I think you’re beautiful.” he stepped closer to me, rolling up the sleeves of his blazer to show off his tattoos. “Me? Beautiful? Look at you, Riz! You’re perfect!” I frowned, pouting as I poked his chest with my finger. “Let’s go inside, it’s getting chilly. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.” he chuckled, putting his arm around me, guiding me inside the restaurant.

I gripped Risotto’s sleeve tightly, wrinkling it in the process. We were met by my cousin, who was with my sister and our mother, who looked at us with a fake smile and obvious disgust in their eyes.

“Oh, so you made it. With a hook up, nonetheless. Bailed him out of jail?” mother sneered at us. “Uhm...N-Nothing of the sort. Uhm...Congrats on getting married, Anne. I’m happy for you.” I smiled anxiously, not able to look up at them. “Well, at least one of us. You’ve no chance, anyway. Who’d want someone who can’t even speak, hold eye contact or touch someone?” the bride laughed, while the other 2 women joined in, even louder. “Yeah, I know. Where are our seats?” I asked, sighing. “Oh, right, they are at the family table. I’m so glad you’re here, everyone’s gonna have so much fun, just like at all family gatherings!” she smirked, pointing at the round table in the center of the room. “Thanks.” I muttered, dragging Riz to the table, taking a deep breath to calm myself. “I see what you meant now by torture. How are you related to them? You’re nothing like them.” Riz scoled in annoyance. “I wanna go home...” I bit my lip, not daring to look up at him. “God, give me patience, because if you give me strength, I’ll burn everyone alive.” I pouted, feeling done with life. “I can set Metallica on them all, if you want.” he touched my cheek with the back of his hand. “Let’s go home after one hour. I can’t do this too long. I’ve barely been able to get myself back together since I’ve met you...And now...” I intertwined my hand with his, dangling it down between our chairs, as everyone sat down.

Of course, seeing me there only made them exclaim in surprise as I usually never leave the house, go to social events or anything of the sort. There’s always that family member that everyone must mock, tease and taunt, and I was the one luck enough to draw the short end of the stick.

“Oh my, how come you found someone willing to touch you with all that fat?” “I wonder which of you is more desperate to stay with the other!” “I’m surprised someone could stay around a boring nerd like you who’s afraid of men.”

These, and many more, were the things I kept hearing from everyone, until the groom finally arrived at the table...A man older than even my father.

“Oh, great, she has a Sugar Daddy. No wonder everyone’s kissing her ass like that.” Riz grunted next to me. “It’s fine...Calm down, it’s okay. We can leave soon.” I squeeze his hand under the table. “Wow, Katrina, I didn’t think you were this bold! Giving your hook up a handjob under the table! My opinion on you changed, you’re actually a freaky nympho!” my sister laughed in a pitched voice, which made me squee in shock and go red like a strawberry. “That’s it, I’ve had enough of this fucked up and disfunctional family. Even Passione is saner than them, and that says a lot. Come on, Kat, we’re leaving before I kill them all.” Risotto glared at them with his piercing red eyes as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of there. “Hold up, I’m calling Melone to get us home.” he grumbled, talking on the phone. “I’m really, really, really sorry, Risotto. I shouldn’t have asked you to come in the first place. Now I made you feel bad and that’s not cool at all.” I pouted, looking down at my feet. “I don’t want to hear it.” he spoke in a stern voice, hanging up and looking straight into my eyes. “Don’t apologise. I come with you because I knew you’d need someone to support you. But I wasn’t expecting it to be this bad. Now I can understand you better...Katrina, will you let me be your family?” he asked, so suddenly, which made me gasp in shock and confusion. “Wh-What are you saying, Riz...? I don’t quite follow...” I stammered, not sure how to react. “I love you too much to watch such a gentle and kind person like you get eaten alive by her own family. I know you’re too soft to allow yourself to sever any ties with people, but if you let me, as your boyfriend, be your sword and shield, I promise to take care of you and make sure nothing bad ever happens to you ever again. The Squadra already sees you as a family and as disfunctional as they are, they’d be a much better family than your blood one.” he explained, as he opened the car door and helped me in. “I can be your sis, if you want. I’d love to do your hair, nails and make up more often!” Melone smirked in the driver’s seat, which made me blush slightly. “See? It’s all gonna be much better if you stay with us. As family, not as a subordinate or anything of the sort.” Riz gave me the ghost of a smile. “Is it really okay for someone like me to join you, guys? I’m pretty useless...I can’t even stand up for myself. I’ll only be a burden.” I bit my lip, looking away. “Mi Tesoro, you are the embodiment of sunshine. These guys need someone like you around, and with your healing ability that you Stand has, just like how you saved me that day, you can help the others as well. Strength doesn’t have to be only physical, it can be mental, emotional and supporting, and Kat, you can be that Strength for us.” Riz stroked my hair gently, kissing my forehead. “I’m sure Prosciutto will be grateful to have you around more often, since you’re one of the only normal people he can have a sane conversation with. Gelato and Sorbet will be super excited to have someone to gossip and go shopping or get dating and fashion advice. Hell, maybe you’ll be able to solve the others’ behavious problems too. Kat, listen to Capo, he knows how to use everyone’s strengths.” Melone explained. “Eyes on the road, Melone.” Riz smirked, pointing out his lack of focus, to which the purple haired man grinned sheepishly, snapping back to watch the road. “Okay...Okay, Riz, I trust you. So...Please, take care of me.” I smiled shyly at him, holding his hands. “That’s the smile that lights up my days and warms up my heart. Keep it on, you’re my reason to keep on going.” Risotto kissed my lips gently, putting his forehead to mise. “Okay, Riz, I’ll be your strength, and you’ll be mine. Ti amo, amore mio. Thank you for putting up with me.” I grinned widely, feeling my heart beating faster. “Ti amo anch’io, fiore mio. One day, when we’ll be able to live a more normal and peaceful life, I promise I’ll marry you. You’ll be the most beautiful bride in the world, you’ll shine even brighter than the Sun. I want to make you the happiest woman and make sure this gorgeous smile of your will remain forever this way.” he hummed, putting a strand of hair behind my ear, before kissing me even more tenderly than before. “Ahhh, young love, you guys are so adorable. Can I be the Maid of Honour?” Melone looked at us through mirror. “Well, I will need one, so definitely!” I giggled softly. “It sure as hell ain’t gonna be her sister. Actually, never mind, none of your family is invited, unless you let me use Metallica on them.” Riz grumbled slightly, which made me chuckle louder. “Honestly, I don’t even care, do what you want. Have fun.” I grinned carelessly, which made him smirk. “That’s what I like to hear, babe.” he kissed my nose softly.

Soon enough, we arrived at home, and we thanked Melone for going through all the trouble of driving back to my home, before we changed in our sleepingwear, which for him was a pair of long PJ pants, and for me, one of his old band Tshirts and short, and we got in bed, cuddling the whole night.

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years

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Adults can Trick or Treat Too! - Seven

Howdy if you were unaware every night until Halloween I’m writing for a different mysme character using a randomly generated prompt :)

Warnings: spoilers for Seven’s real name!

Prompts: trick or treating as adults, sharing candy

Summary: Saeran has never gone trick-or-treating. It’s up to you and Seven to show him what he’s missed out on and make this his best Halloween ever

It was something you knew without ever having to confirm it: Saeran had never gone trick-or-treating, and had never properly celebrated Halloween at that. When Seven had gone off to college he made a strong effort to go to Halloween parties and soak in the spirit of the holiday, but Saeran had never gotten that chance.

So OBVIOUSLY you had to make sure this year Saeran had the best Halloween ever. And that started with group costumes.

That’s why you were curling your hair, putting on dramatic false eyelashes and bright pink lipstick, and wearing a bright pink, poofy dress that ended slightly below the knee. Saeyoung had wanted you to get the “hooker Princess Peach costume” as he called it, that was way too short and paired with thigh highs. But this wasn’t his night: it was Saeran’s. And you certainly didn’t want to scar the boy for life. You worked on bobby-pinning the crown so that it wouldn’t fall off your head, then pulled on your long white gloves. You were all ready.

You left the bathroom and moseyed on over to the living room. Saeyoung had asked you to start living with you and Saeran once you had gotten engaged. Saeran was truly a part of the family and was treated like one; you really worked on convincing him that he was welcome to live with the two of you for as long as he wanted... as long as he didn’t mind any unholy sounds coming from you and Saeyoung’s room at night.

Saeyoung and Saeran were sitting on the couch waiting for you, Saeran’s eyes trained on his game and Saeyoung adjusting his hat. “You two look so cute!” You squealed. The two boys jumped from their seated position upon hearing your voice. They were in matching overalls, sweaters, and hats, Saeyoung in red and Saeran in green. Saeyoung had even put a fake mustache on. It seemed Saeran refused, and was justified in doing so.

“You look nice too!” Saeyoung complimented, walking up to you and resting his hands on your hips. “You went more conservative than I hoped, but you know what? The character integrity is much better than the other costumes’.”

You rolled your eyes, patting his mustache to feel the fabric. It felt kinda like felt and honestly not very appealing. “I hate it,” you confessed, giggling. “Saeran had the right idea.” Saeran’s eyes snapped up at you and you could swear you saw him smile.

Saeyoung pursed his lips at you, trying to kiss your lips. You absolutely refused. No way in hell, not with that weird mustache. You squirmed out of his grip and hid behind Saeran, who seemed very unphased.

“I’ll kiss you by the end of the night,” he threatened. “In fact, you’ll be begging for it.”

“Ew. Please don’t,” Saeran piped in. “Don’t we have to get going anyway?”

“Yes! You’re absolutely right.” You made your way to the front door and the boys followed. You pulled out three fabric bags and handed one to each brother. “Here are your candy bags.”

Saeran opened the bag and glanced inside. “I’m gonna get this much candy?”

“Depends on how dedicated you are and how many houses you wanna visit,” you shrugged.

The three of you made your way outside and were met with a lot of the neighborhood kids, dressed up in costumes and running around with their parents. “I didn’t realize there were so many families in the neighborhood,” you commented, taking it all in. Saeran seemed shocked as well.

“Me neither. Guess we all don’t get out enough,” Saeyoung laughed.

You were pretty friendly with your nextdoor neighbors. Saeyoung had never talked to them before you were around, but once you moved in you all started to talk a lot more, having campfires every once in a while. They were a few years older than you three, but very cool. You knew they’d be happy to see your costumes.

You knocked on the door. “Alright Saeran, when they open up we say ‘trick or treat’ and then you hold your bag open and then candy. Easy enough?” You explained, giving him a quick reminder. Of course he had already known this, but you wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get nervous in the heat of the moment.

The door opened. You all sang a chorus of “trick or treat,” Saeyoung being especially enthusiastic and loud.

“Aw you guys look so cute!” The girl exclaimed. She called her husband over and he awed over your costumes as well.

“Makes me miss trick-or-treating. We should go next year,” he said.

“You can come with us!” Saeyoung exclaimed, wrapping an arm around you and one around Saeran. They gave you your candy and you were on your way to the next house.

Most houses were pretty chill, but you did run into a few Karen’s who asked if you were too old to be out. The responses varied from person-to-person. Saeyoung usually just responded with a “nope!” and talked about how it was Saeran’s first time trick-or-treating. Saeran would just glare until the people gave him candy. He could definitely be scary when he wanted to. You would offer to stop trick-or-treating and egg their house instead. All the tactics worked equally as well.

You all didn’t make it very long. You hadn’t even made it around the block before you were all wiped out, turning around to go home. You wrapped an arm around Saeyoung’s shoulder so he was half-carrying you home. “I don’t remember this being so tiring,” you complained.

“I think it’s because we got too excited beforehand. So Saeran? Did you have fun?”

He shrugged. “It was fine.”

“Wait til you get to eat the candy. That’s the best part.” Saeyoung opened the door to the house and you all followed inside, plopping down on the carpet.

“I’m not big on candy actually,” Saeran confessed, looking away awkwardly.

“No way! We’ll find something you like.” You were determined all of a sudden, taking everyone’s bags and pouring them upside-down to reveal the candy. “You like fruity or chocolate?”

He shrugged again. “Never had much candy.”

“You did like mint chocolate chip ice cream though, remember?” Saeyoung asked gently, trying to jog his brother’s memory.

Saeran’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “Guess so.”

“Okay.” You slid a Milky Way over to him. “Try this.”

He tore open the wrapper, taking a bite and shrugging. “It’s okay.”

“Not good enough,” Saeyoung shook his head. “I’ll take these then.” He sorted through and put the Milky Ways in his pile.

“Okay. How about this?” You passed him a Resse cup. A classic. You looked to him expectantly.

“Just fine again.” He crumpled up the wrapper in his hand. “I just want plain chocolate. Is there no plain chocolate?”

Your eyes lit up. You were so excited by your epiphany that you didn’t even scold Saeyoung for taking all the Reese’s. “Hershey’s.” You gave Saeran the bar. “Just plain milk chocolate.”

He broke off a piece and took a bite. You saw a smile forming as his lips quirked upwards. “That’s the one,” he decided, unable to prevent the grin from forming on his face.

“You get all the Hershey’s then.” You pushed through the candy to hone in on the chocolate bars, putting them in a neat little line in front of him. “Sound good?” You asked as you finished.

“Sounds good. I’m gonna take these all to my room and go to bed. I’m wiped out.” He loaded the chocolate back into his bag and stood up. “...Thanks. I had a lot of fun actually.” He confessed to you and Saeyoung. Bursting with pride, you both wished him good night.

“You made him really happy. Thank you.” Saeyoung grinned, laying down to rest his head in your lap.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” You took his hat off his head, running your fingers through his hair. “We make a good team, the three of us.”

“You don’t know how happy it makes me feel to hear that. I’d kiss you, but... I’ve still got this mustache on my face.” He sighed dramatically.

“Oh well. That sucks,” you shrugged. You were not going to give in.

“Please?” He begged, a dark look in his eyes. He bit his lip very slowly, trying to seduce you?

“I’m not going to be seduced by Mario, Saeyoung,” you giggled, leaning back against the couch while you laughed.

“Awwww... rude. I knew I should’ve dressed up as hooker Mario,” he pouted. He sat up in your lap, lips agonizingly close to your own.

You caught your breath quickly, eager to focus on anything but his close proximity to you and his touch, oh the way he was holding onto your hips. “That’s a thing?” You asked, your voice breathy. He quirked an eyebrow as he noticed the inflection in your voice.

“Just give in. It’ll be so much easier... and way more fun for the both of us.” He was biting his lip again. Despite it being pretty hot, it made you laugh at how hard he was trying.

Without hesitation, you reached forward and ripped the mustache off him, dropping it on the ground. He yelped in pain and pouted. You kissed his pouty lips.

“You’re no fun,” he whined. He let go of you and stood up from his spot. “I’m going to bed.”

You jumped up to follow him. “Noooo, please don’t!” You wrapped your arms around him from behind, locking him in place.

“Told you I’d have you begging.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #Halloween #seven

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jungshookz · 5 years

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nice try, nerd; knj

🤓pairing: kim namjoon x reader

🤓 genre: spooktober day (7/7); librarian!namjoonieverse!!!! namjoon and y/n are adorable as per usual what more do u want

🤓 wordcount: 1.4k

🤓 note: i was originally going to write a werewolf!namjoon drabble but thEN i stumbled across this picture (here’s the source!) and was immediately inspired to do something with librarian!namjoon!!! also i know it’s a hockey jersey in the picture but for the sake of the drabble let’s all agree that it’s a football jersey lol

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“you know that thing that people say, about how the longer you date someone for, the more and more the two of you become the same person?” jimin purses his lips in thought as he watches you touch up your makeup using your little compact mirror

“mhm” you hum absentmindedly and frown when you notice the little dot of mascara on the bridge of your nose

whOops

the two of you are at min yoongi’s annual halloween party and as per usual, jimin was put in charge of drinks (because he genuinely is a greAt bartender) and uh

you don’t know anyone else at this party so obviously you’re going to stick by jimin’s side

aND you get drinks on the house which is great

namjoon’s also supposed to be here but he ended up picking up a late shift at the library which is why he isn’t here yet

you really wanted to do a couple’s costume this year because you’ve never ever had someone to do a couple’s costume with!!! and you had a buNCh of super fun ideas!!

you wanted to keep it pretty basic and you know that namjoon doesn’t like to draw too much attention to himself so you thought it’d be a great idea if the two of you did a nerd x cheerleader kinda thing

obviously it’s the cheesiest thing in the entire world (the moment you suggested it you unconsciously rolled your eyes) but at the same time the cliche is kind of adorable!!!!!

aND most of the time it’s a nerdy girl with a popular guy

so you thought it was sPicy to switch it to nerdy guY with a popular girl

when you talked to namjoon about it he didn’t seem that into it and told you that he was probably just going to roll up wearing his usual clothes since he’s going to be coming to the party straight from the library anD his normal clothes can definitely be categorised into the geekier side of things

and sure, you were a little disappointed at first but you figured out a way to still do a matching couple’s costume

all you had to do was borrow one of namjoon’s cardigans and order a pair of non-prescription thick-framed glasses off amazon and bAM

a couple of nerds! still adorable and still matching!

namjoon was deFinitely more into that idea

plus it probably would’ve taken too much effort to play the bad girl role

red lipstick is tricky to put on

and leather jackets always make you sweAt

and considering the number of people here your leather jacket probably would’ve felt like a portable sauna if you were wearing it

namjoon’s cardigan is making you feel a little toasty but the mojito that jimin just made for you should cool you off

you snap your compact shut before sliding it into your mini backpack and looking over at jimin “why?”

side note

you weRe going to use your actual schoolbag but it was too bulky so you ended up using one of your smaller backpacks

it’s yellow and it’s plaid!!!!

and it goes with the nice, neutral brown of namjoon’s cardigan

jimin raises a brow as he looks over your outfit again “…no reason.”

let’s break down your outfit

a freshly pressed white button-up with namjoon’s brown cardigan over that

the shirt is tucked into a pair of sensible black jeans

you’re wearing a pair of shiny oxfords and you pulled your hair up into a neat ponytail

coincidentally enough the scrunchie is aLso yellow and plaid

so basically

you’re namjoon’s perfect match and the two of you are going to look SO cute when he eventually gets here

you know he wore a dark brown sweater to work today so you think you did a pretty good job picking out this cardigan

“when’s namjoon getting here, anyways?” jimin hums as he takes a sip of his own drink

you give a little shrug before checking the time on your watch

it’s already 9:45

namjoon’s shift ended around 9:30 and it doesn’t take that long to get to yoongi’s place from the lib-

“oh, you have got to be shitting me.” your mouth falls open in shock when you finally spot namjoon walk through the doors

and lo and behold

he’s not wearing his usual outfit

this feels like deja vu

in fact this is literally deja vu!!!!!!

don’t you remember??

that one time you didn’t wear your usual party clothes because you didn’t want to scare namjoon off but hE ended up flipping the script and he showed up to the party looking like the kING of the fuckboys

and now it’s happening to you again except this time it’s halloween-themed so namjoon is dressed like the captain of a damn football team

…you will admit that he looks very nice wearing the uniform though

the shoulder pads

the jersey

the thigh pads over his already muscular thighs

all of it is working

is it possible to have a crush on someone you’re already dating

“hey, look at you!” is the first thing namjoon says when he eventually makes his way over to you and jimin

you don’t even bother giving him a proper greeting because you are just BEFUDDLED

“hey, jimin.” namjoon smiles and sits down on the stool next to you before setting his helmet onto the countertop

“namjoon! you look… wow. you look like you could beat me up. and i’d probably let you.”

the vibe that is radiating off of namjoon right now is most definitely ‘girls want to sleep with me and guys want to be me’ and even thouGH you’ve seen this version of namjoon before..,., the halloween edition just seems a lot more intense

it takes a second for you to stOp gawking but you eventually pull yourself together

“i can’t believe you- you did it again! you did this to me laST time and you did it to me again!!!!” you scoff before holding your hand out to keep namjoon from coming any closer

you know for a fact he’s expecting his hello kiss but he’s going to have to find it from sOMEONE else because you don’t kiss traitors

“i honestly can’t believe you fell for it again.” namjoon snorts and gives your outfit a little up-down look “…if it makes you feel any better, you look adorable, my little bookworm-“ he coos and reaches over to pinch your cheek - vERY similar to what you used to do to him when you guys hadn’t gotten together yet and you just liked teasing him - and you immediately reach up to swat his hand away

so this is what a taste of your own medicine is like

you don’t like it

it tastes biTTER

“why are you upset? you said you wanted to do the clichE couple thing-“

“i’m uPSET because u look hot and i look like… let’s be real, i look like an old man right now.” you whine and reach up to take your glasses off

namjoon’s hand shoOTs out to stop you from taking the glasses off and that’s when u remember he… quite likes when you wear his glasses

okay fiNE you’ll keep them on

“come on…” namjoon leans forward and places his hands on both of your knees and you snort when he gives you his signature smile “can’t a super-hot, super-popular, super-not-nerdy football player just give his super-dorky, four-eyed, e=mc squared girlfriend a kiss??“

“you are ridiculous-“

“you shouldn’t have expected me to roll over and automatically play the nerd-“

okay that’s fAIR you deserve that one

you lean forward to give namjoon a quick peck before you’re leaning back and looking at his costume again

you unconsciously reach out to place your hand over his chest and your brows furrow in confusion

“are you wearing a chest plate?” for some reason his chest looks bigGer when he’s wearing a jersey

“nope.”

huh

interesting

you swallow thickly and give his broad chest a couple pats

“also, if you stain my cardigan, i’m… gonna kill you.”

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tcpimpabutterfly · 4 years

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DATING SHIP MEME

Status: Accepting

@bulletballet said: 😭 for whatever ships of ours that u feel like writing out!

where they first met and how: In English class at school. Nick bothered her for homework one day and the rest is history.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: The entirety that their class read and did work relating to The Great Gatsby, so I’d say for a good 2-3 weeks maybe even a whole month.

who fell for who first ( if applicable ): Janie always thought Nick was cute, but I feel like Nick was the one who actually developed feelings beyond a silly crush but Janie wasn’t too far behind.

where their first date was and what it was like: I forgot the name of the restaurant you sent me with the pretty decor, but it was there! The date was honestly really awkward and that was mostly because of Janie. She sat there stiff as a board the whole time and hardly talked because she was so nervous. They most likely already had their first kiss at this point too, but the butterflies in her stomach kept her from acting out.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ): Nick definitely asked Janie out first and it definitely happened when he was walking her home one day. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was right after their first kiss.

who proposes first: Nick! Matter of fact he’s probably the only one who ever brings up marriage in their relationship.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: Flash forward to endgame Nick and Janie, Janie wanted the relationship to stay a secret just incase things didn’t work out between them again, but of course Nick had to announce it to his whole family and next thing you know the women in Cassandra’s salon was congratulating her on her new relationship.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ): I can see Nick being a little extra and setting up a dinner with his whole family and proposing to her then. Would she say yes??.....idk!

if they adopt any pets together: Why adopt when chowder can have more puppies that’ll go on to harrass Nick and Jerrold?

who’s more dominant: Please, power play is a big thing between these two.

where their first kiss was and what it was like: It happened the night Janie met Nick’s whole family for the first time. He walked her home like the true gentleman he is and she felt bad for telling him that she didn’t talk to her mom about him, so she gave him a kiss goodbye to make up for it.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ): Besides those gold necklaces Janie bought them all those years ago, I feel like they had matching varsity jackets or something like that when they were younger too. Something tells me young Janie would get Nick’s initals tattooed somewhere like on her leg or wrist.

how into pda they are: Janie hates it. She can barely stand private affection so she tries to avoid pda at all cost, but of course Nick just has to give her little pecks or hugs every now and then when they’re out.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: Nick cause he’s a gentleman like that.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ): I feel like even as adults they still visit that restaurant they had their first date at often.

who’s more protective: Nick 100% homeboy was ready to deal with another anchor just for disagreeing with and dismissing Janie’s opinion.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ): If Nick wasn’t in and out of jail as a youngin it wouldn’t have been that long, but I feel like they really honestly didn’t have sex with each other until they were in their early 20s. As for sharing a bed, not until their recent age of 40-something which is kinda crazy to think about.

if they argue about anything: Any and everything.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ): Nick. When then leads to arguments early in the morning at 3am with Janie screaming about how she has to cover them up for work now.

who steals whose clothes and how often: Janie did a lot back when they were younger. I just know she has a bootleg Bart Simpson shirt in the back of her closet til this day.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ): Janie likes to lay her head slightly on Nick’s chest with his arms wrapped around her torso. It makes her feel safe, she won’t admit that tho!

how long they stay mad at each other: I mean the longest has been years, but with Nick out of jail and constantly bothering her even if she is mad at him; her tangents only last for a week or 2 now.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: Something tells me they both like dark roast coffee. Something strong that helps keep them up.

if they ever have any children together: Heh, Letita and Levi are cannon in some verse of theirs.

if they have any special pet names for each other: Though it’s not a nickname mutually exclusive to Janie, sometimes when she’s feeling particularly fond of him (which isn’t too often) she’ll follow the footsteps of his family and call him Nicky.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: PLEASE, do I even need to go into detail?

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ): Neat with a side of messede up whenever Janie lets Nick lounge around for too long, but even he knows better and cleans up behind himself.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: Technically they didn’t spend New Years or Christmas day with each other, but they did hang out around that time to make up for it as teens. I’d say it was pretty magical and one they’ll never forget even as adults since that’s when Janie gifted him their necklaces and made a little Nick tear up from joy.

what their names are in each other’s phones: Nick’s number isn’t even saved in Janie’s phone because she’s terrible like that LMAO. but I feel like Nick has her name saved under ‘Janie G.’ with a heart by it or something.

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ):

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: Even though Janie wakes up way earlier for work, Nick is always falling asleep on her early! She’s the first one to wake uo because work requires her to get up really early.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: Janie prefers being the little spoon. It makes her feel safe.

who hogs the bathroom: Janie. She has to make herself look presentable for tv!

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: They both kill spiders because they’re kinda evil like that. I feel like Nick tries to turn it into some learning lesson and talk abt how the spider trespassed on territory that wasn’t his and got killed in the end and Janie is just like “....Shut the hell up 😐”

#( ANSWERED ASKS. )#( JANIE ANSWERED ASKS. )#( JANIE & NICK. )#bulletballet #streetsofsecrets

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“Dear my beloved hero, my dear friend, Link, Champion of Hylia... hello, are you well? I am uncertain whether or not this letter will reach you... perhaps courage will find me this time and I will not hide it away with the others but.

I miss you. I hope that you are well... I hope that you are enjoying your adventures outside of Hyrule...”

ALRIGHT Y’ALL NOW IT’S MY TURN WITH DEPRESSED CRYPTID PRINCESSSSSSSSSSS!!! If you haven’t already might I suggest checking out Blue’s post about how her Zellie is a swole 172 cm aka 5′8″ GODDESS!!! It’s quite the read but as with all her headcanons, it’s a fun read so def check it out if you haven’t already. BUT LET’S DO THIS!! For this pose I went with a simple cute one with Zelda holding a letter that’s addressed to Link. She has two years worth of unsent letters all to him, while the penmanship is neat in all of them there’s a lot of crossed out sentences in each one before she folds it up and places it in a small box that she hides under the bed. The one she’s holding in her hands is the last one before giving up on ever contacting him and wishing him all the best on his journey. It hurts how the only time they could ever have that same connection is when darkness strikes her kingdom, believing that the happiest she ever was is that dream sequence she has with Link in the manga... for their connection was the strongest she’d ever felt. Lining up with the 90s comic bittersweet ending, she feels lonely now that Link is no longer by her side since their duties keep them apart, but she believes in the future and believes it’s best to move on. ;v; alright more things under cut because I tend to ramble!

Midway through drawing this, I realized that my notes on the draws wouldn’t be easy to read, so I’ll put all my messy thoughts on Zelda’s appearance after the events of Oracles and ALTTP! My post won’t be nice looking, I tend to get a bit distracted when excited, blame the ADD and super sorry for that!! Keep in mind that Zelda’s main verse canon is three years after the events of ALTTP and a year after Oracles!

This is more of an art thing if anything and part of the messy notes I can’t add, but Zelda has a petite-pear shaped body. The shoulders and back are smaller than the hips which are wider than her shoulders. It’s something I gotta keep in mind when doing full body draws aaaaa! But her rare blood disorder has affected her growth, which is why she’s tiny (5′0″ my dudes but she’s 5′0″ full of love for you) and so freaking pale too. The paleness of her skin is meant to show that she looks a bit on the sickly side. I try to give her kind looking eyes that are big and wide!! And dark blue in color!! She has a bit of a sleepy look to it to make them look more calm and gentle!! Sadly, she’s physically weak and doesn’t have the stamina or even the heart power (Without triggering a fainting spell) to go body building for that sweet eight pack. The complexion she has is blemish and scar free because when you rich you get only the best skin care..... aside from the freckles covering her face. Makeup does make it appear lighter but when Zelda’s not wearing her royal get up the only makeup she tends to wear is eyeshadow and the blue lipstick! So those freckles? They’re there for the world to see! They cover her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, her shoulders, and back!! Noble kids used to make fun of her for her freckles but Zelda found a way to refute their teasings by insisting that her freckles were from when children of the fae would give her small kisses for luck! Her ears a little longer than most Hylians, it comes with being from the royal family and yet another hint to her divine origins.

She is almost never seen without the little tiara she wears when in commoner clothing, the one with the three stones hanging from it! In truth, it’s a gift given to her by the oracles and their colors correspond with the oracles rather than the goddesses, which is why she’s wearing it all the time as a means to remember them. She loves those girls :’) while the bracelet is the same one we see in ALTTP! That one is a bit of an important piece of jewelry. It was a present from her father on her sixth birthday, when exploring the stalls of a nearby town yet affected by the sudden onslaught of plagues and droughts, she’d been fascinated with it and her father bought it for her because how can you say no to baby Zel??? It’s a simple fool’s gold bracelet with no design to it and you can find it anywhere, really, but she loves and wears whenever she can when wearing commoner clothes. Sadly, the maids in charge of dressing her up in her stuffy royal dresses would never let her go around the castle wearing that due to how cheap it is. And finally, the earrings and pendant of courage... I’ve mentioned it before but she’s always wearing the pendant. It was given to her by Link before Link went away on his journey and since then it’s become an important symbolic thing where it gives her courage she lacks. Hence why she wishes to give it to the person she marries so that they too can feel the same courage. With the dress I’ve designed for her, it’s more noticeable, but sometimes she’ll wear it under her clothes if she feels it wouldn’t match her outfit! And the Triforce earrings? Her mother’s!! She’s never seen without them, that’s like seeing Bayonetta without her glasses with the earrings pft.

So something that’s fun to point out is her shade of blonde! Originally, she had a more golden tone to her hair color, hence why the close up with her eyebrows the color is super darker than the blonde (I tend to color them black but that’s the actual color of them, only reason why I color them black is because I love the contrast with light hair and dark eyebrows ;w;) we see in this draw! So, why’s her hair lighter? Well, Zelda suffers from a little something called Marie Antoinette syndrome. What the hell is that??? You may ask yourself and it’s more or less where the hair turns white from extreme fear and shock, it’s used in the realm of fiction since irl something like that can’t really happen. Due to the various stresses, traumas, and extreme fear she’s endured by witnessing the death of her father, the priest and countless others as well as being kidnapped twice and being used for sacrifice one time and nearly a blood sacrifice to revive Ganon another... well, it affected her mentally giving her trauma and physically all that stress poorly affecting her already bad health. So, the lighter her hair, the more stress she’s been through and that’s probably why whenever you see me draw Zel you’ll see her with pale hair... (I kinda want to make it white because that’s peak Ambercore BUT PLATINUM BLONDE IS CLOSE ENOUGH WE GOTTA KEEP THE BLONDE!!!!!) As always, the hair floofs are very important to her design! It’s what makes her friend shaped!!! That said, I just think it’s a very cute design choice hence why I kept it here! Her hair is longer than in oracles and ALTTP, growing it out to her hips and just above the tailbone! It’s super long, there’s no meaning behind why she grew it out this much aside from failing to keep up with it due to how fast it grows. The public, naturally, believes differently and as common with the mindset of those times believe that she has long hair to show her status as a member of someone who comes from wealthy background. She’s a little hurt by this assumption, really, as it implies she does nothing but brushes it all day as well as showing off her status when it’s actually neither of those things. The floofs, shows that it’s a bit on the messy side as proof that she doesn’t do that at all... but instead spends her days exploring ruined places of decay and death!

The dress she wears is one of her favorite ones, she has dark boots underneath that goes up to her shins because I think that’s peak character design. The dress is two layers!! The first being the blue overlay and the second a plain old white dress with the collar showing off her shoulders, the cut of the collar is almost reminiscent to nightgowns, the sleeves are short and poofy and in the back is a ribbon, no real reason for that aside from me thinking that’s cute. In truth, I based her outfit off of historical dresses worn in those times for commoners. Their clothes tend to be more simple and Zelda much prefers to wear the dresses of commoners than her silken royal gowns with the heavy gold regalia. Though the pink dress she wears in alttp (and SSBU) is for more important events such as when she was crowned as the next ruler for the throne, she also has a wide wardrobe of various dresses which I will be basing off of Tudor era and a little later in 17th century....

In short.... I tried to make her as friend shaped as possible.

#headcanon.#about.#headcanon 019.#eyyyyy i'll add more to this once i can think of more BUT THAT'S MORE OR LESS THE HEART OF HER DESIGN!!#blue's post ninspired me ;v; nintendo hire us we make amazing zelda designs OK?!?!?!#this post is a mess but more or less notes to keep track of with my zelda's apperance it differs a bit!!#amber's crap crap art.

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gilbirda · 4 years

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Eternal. Chapter 2

Elizabeth was a very old vampire, used to changes and tragedies, used to adapt to the evolving world. When one night she searches for a distraction she finds someone as lost as she is, a human man that sparks an interest in her. But will that be enough? Would she risk involving him in her ageless world?

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Chapter 2: When life gives you lemons

When they arrived at his apartment building, William was shivering from the cold and rubbing his hands together to keep some of the heat and Elizabeth adjusted her newly acquired coat to make it look like the freezing air of that november night affected her like any other human. The conversation continued almost one-sided through the nice walk, the boy talking about more vampire culture, his life, his friends, and the latest trends in technology. She listened to every word, partly because it has been a while since the last time someone dared to talk so much to her without fear or distrust in their eyes, partly to focus on something else than the blood calling to her. So far she was resisting pretty good. It may be her new record.

The elevator ride was long and quiet, William shuffling uncomfortably with his keys, making the blood go faster and making the vampire beside him restless. She needed something and she needed it fast.

As they went up the few remaining floors, she forcefully grabbed his dark blonde head with a bit too much force and crashed her lips against his. A surprised gasp escaped his lips, but he answered nonetheless with equal enthusiasm, seemingly expecting them to kiss sometime in the night. So she wasn’t the first one he brought to his apartment, she thought, used to luring people in one night stands to suck their blood. But something very deep inside of her kind of expected him to be different. She was tired of this society of hit and run, that the charm in seduction was gone and that the old ways of courting existed only in cheesy historical books.

She liked seduction, she enjoyed the courting, bantering and the gifts and the pampering. It was sad that she couldn’t do that anymore. But, hey, at least this method guaranteed a fast way to find food, she reflected while biting, no fangs involved, the lower lip of this man who was going to be her victim tonight.

The sound of the elevator brought her out of her musings, reminding her that she was supposed to get into his bed before getting to the juicy part. Elizabeth couldn’t help it, he was really involved in this.

“We should go…” the boy said, a clear blush in his cheeks but managed to keep his cool. Yep, he was used to this, but didn’t seem like the type who went to bars to find a one night girl. This was different, this was fresh. Just what Elizabeth wanted.

“Yeah,” she smiled, encouraging him to take the lead. Men always felt more at ease if they led, that was something that, while she could comprehend, didn’t like.

They walked in silence to the end of the hallway and she barely admired the fine decorations, too raptured by the sweet and warm scent of the blood inside this human, calling her and tempting her, almost making her break her personal rules in hunting. Finally, he opened the door and let her in first, reminding her of the old days when men threw at her feet to gain her praise.

“Maybe you’d want to be more comfortable?” His voice snapped her out of her long lost memories and Elizabeth looked at his smiling face while he pointed at a chair in the big table in the equally enormous living room. The decoration was pretty simple and neat, almost something you could see in a magazine, void of personality; but still she could sense it wasn’t made in any cheap materials. Woah. He must be rich. Jackpot, she could even get some cash, as rich boys didn’t usually miss a few hundred dollars. Even if they went to the police about it, since they couldn’t remember her, she wasn’t ever caught stealing.

It was weird. He didn’t strike her as a typical rich boy in the club, so why wasn’t he wearing expensive clothes and passing his time in a more exclusive party center than that vampire theme place? He was such a mystery, one she wanted to solve. It was a shame that he wouldn’t remember her in the morning.

“Yeah,” she finally said, shedding her big coat with a seductive look. He gulped and did the same. “Now, show me where this bedroom of yours is, darling” she winked, smiling at the perspective of finally having her meal. She was sohungry.

“Come with me,” he took her hand and pulled her gently to a corridor she didn’t see at first. His heart was running wild in his chest but he still kept his cool, something she found kinda cute, and was glad to have the luck to find a nice boy for feeding. At least this wasn’t making her even more stressed. An obnoxious rich daddy’s boy was the least she needed right now.

He then opened a door to what she assumed was his room, neither saying a word while deep in thought, and got inside. Elizabeth tore her eyes from her victim from tonight only to find her in front of… herself. Well, not her, but a really big poster of “Carmilla, the Vampire Queen”, a movie she clearly remembered was released some years back, when this wave of vampire-mania was starting to take shape. In the poster, a really pretty actress, who was an actual hungarian woman, for once they got something right, was dressed in fine clothes that reminded her of her youth, with heavy makeup to make her paler than was humanly possible, red lipstick and everything.

She liked that movie. It was badly made in a lot of things, but at least they honored the legend of the Bloody Countess really well.

“Elizabeth?” the young man called her, actually making her jump. What a fail. If she wanted to impress him this wasn’t the way.

“Oh, sorry, I was admiring this nice poster you have here.”

“Oh yeah, Carmilla! It was a nice movie, but really poorly made in my opinion. At least they got some things right from the legend.”

She turned away from the poster and was going to say something, but the words died on her throat. She barely registered that the room was almost as big as the entire living room, but that wasn’t what enraptured her attention, no; what really rendered her speechless was the giant collection of vampire material all over his room. Books, posters, original costumes, storybooks from animated adaptations, manga, anime, props from movies that were older than William. Anything and everything you could think of about vampires, he had it.

“Yeah, I had accumulated a lot of trash, as my friends call it,” he said nervously, trying not to see her in the eyes, ashamed.

“I… see…” she said, her mouth wide open. She knew about vampire enthusiasts, people who believed that vampires were real and lived their lives hoping to be one, hoping to catch one. She knew vampires that had found some of them, eaten them or kept them after all. She didn’t like them. They took the thing of vampires way too far and Elizabeth considered it an insult. The “vampire-maniacs” only focused on the blood drinking part, taking it to the sexual field, something she could not share. “You like vampires, I assume.”

“Well, yes. I have always liked vampires. It’s silly, isn’t it?” he smiled, finally making eye contact. Elizabeth was too shocked to see the sad tinge on his hazel eyes, as if he was waiting for her to run away.

“Why?” she said, breathing deeply. Her thirst was still there and it was almost impossible to ignore anymore. But she wanted to know if he was like those people she only heard stories of. Why did she want to hear it from him? She wasn’t sure. It was almost like she wanted to get rid of the guilt of erasing the memory of someone so kind.

“Well…” she waited for it, for the fixation on blood-feeding, “I always found it mesmerizing, you know? Living forever, with the power and means to see and do whatever they wanted. When I was a kid I wanted to be able to do what I wanted, travel where I wanted to go,” he approached an original set of fangs from Nosferatu, as it was labeled, his back to the very real vampire in the room. Her eyes shined red with hunger and Elizabeth prepared to jump for it. “But,” he added, “what I was interested in when I grew up, and I still do, is the irony in it. It fascinates me. What would it be like to live forever, watching the world change without you? Being able to see it evolve, but while being unchanged? Dunno, it seems kinda sad. But I haven't met any vampire so I can’t ask.” he laughed a bit, a humorless laugh, and Elizabeth froze in her place. His words resonated deep inside her chest, in a place that few had ever reached, and that scared her.

Who the hell was this man? And how could he voice her very own thoughts with so much ease? Part of her wanted to kill him, as her instincts always guided her, while the other part was sad that she was going to make him forget her anyway.

It is a shame that he won’t remember me.

Her own thoughts stopped her this time. It was the third time she thought that tonight and it made her realise that she didn’t want to erase this boy’s mind about her. She wanted to keep talking to him, see him again, maybe even be friends. She had found humans like this before, different people ahead of their own times with different mindset from the ones of their generations; people who really wanted to look ahead in the future and find their own path. She enjoyed talking to them.

And this boy, William, who she initially considered a little more than a snack, had made an impression on her. She had to admit, it was rare. And the vampire didn’t eat such interesting people.

So she did the best thing she could do in this situation. She fled through the window.

#original fiction #exophilia #exophilia fiction #urban fantasy #vampires #queer characters #bisexual main character #vampire fiction #gil writes #fanfic #fanfiction #writeblr #eternal

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nikkzwrites · 4 years

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Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 3

A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so…. yeah.

CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence, Suicide Mentions, Cutting, Violence.

Word Count: 4.9k

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Jana laid on the couch watching a commercial for Mads’s favorite candy bar called Raider.

Mikkel blinked and decided to walk into the home. There must have been some mistake. This was just Martha and Magnus playing a joke on him with their friends and his family would be there waiting for him to give him a giant hug. Martha would be there apologizing for never paying attention to him. His brother would be there never letting him go. Katharina would be making his favorite sweets while she tended to his wounds. Ulrich finally getting him that magic set he was eyeing for a while...And Annalise would be there smiling and crying thanking everything that he was back home safe pressing her forehead against his.

When he walked in, he was welcomed to no such sight. He walked into the dining and living room and called, “Mom”

Jana looked up from the couch and responded, “Mads?” She desperately looked at the boy before her.

Mikkel shifted uncomfortably, “Who are you? Where are my parents?” He felt so confused. This was his house. Why wasn’t everything making sense?

Pitifully, Jana moved from around the couch and knelt to study the boy standing in her dining room.

“Who are you,” Mikkel repeated.

Jana held onto the boy and asked, “Do you know where he is?” Mikkel tried to pull away from the woman but she held onto the only thing that may be a clue to her own son having gone missing. “Do you know where Mads is?” she clarified for him.

“You’re hurting me,” Mads protested. He kept trying to get away but Jana’s grip was one of a mother still clinging to the hope of finding her child.

“Want are you doing here,” Jana pleaded, “Say something.” She finally allowed the strange boy to go. She fell back to sob to herself not fully believing any of this was real. Mikkel backed himself into the hallway and bolted to the front door to getaway. Jana bawled, “When is he coming back?” She lowered herself into a ball on the floor to cry.

Ines walked into her work. The sounds of her shoes echoed throughout the white hallways. Her uniform was neat and orderly as always. She paced down the hall before a coworker commented, “Ines, can you do the night shift today too? Mrs. Schuttler’s daughter has a fever and I have to take Benni to soccer. Since you have no…”

Ines stopped and turned. She interrupted the lady to confirm, “No family.”

Her coworker sighed and tilted her head, “That’s not what I meant.”

Ines laughed to ease the tension and commented, “It’s not a problem.”

“Thanks. And please, don’t tell Dr. Reimann?” The lady called to her coworker’s leaving form.

Ines stopped and turned once more to pantomime locking her mouth with a key and putting it into her pocket. “Mum’s the word,” she whispered with a small giggle. Her heart remembering the young boy who had taught her to do that. She wondered what he could be doing and where he could be. It had been at least thirty four years since she had last seen him.

“Thanks.”

Ines continued down the hall once more.

Egon sat in his office listening to the radio berate him about Mads’s disappearance. He sat disheveled at his desk staring at all of the mess around him. His phone started to ring. He sighed then answered the phone, “Tiedemann.” He sat and listened before he asked, “Where?” He continued to wait then responded, “I’m on my way.”

Claudia used her rearview mirror to put on her signature red lipstick. “In times like these...One must face one’s own fears.” She quoted to herself, “Because the future…” She looked down at her speech, “the future belongs to the bold. Not to the doubters, those forever stuck in the past.” She looked at her daughter with frizzy hair in the back. She shook her head and criticized, “Would you take a look at yourself? You can’t go to school like this.” Regina sat in the back of her mom’s car just looking out the window to the forest. Claudia continued, “Sometimes I think you have no idea what it is I do. Food, clothes, fencing classes. Who pays for all of that? And you can’t even bother combing your hair.” Claudia shook her head again. “Look at yourself. You look like a limp dishrag.” Fed up with her daughter’s silence she called back, “Hey, Regina, I’m talking to you. This is a huge deal for me, and I won’t let you spoil it. The board’s decision to entrust this post to a woman for the first time...”

Regina just stared out the window wishing she was already at school.

Mikkel walked to the high school hoping to find his mother, his siblings, or Annalise. He looked around. Everyone seemed to be dressed oddly.

Katharina leaned against the lockers as she handed her friend a tape, “It’s awesome.” She commented then asked, “Know what the song’s about?”

“No,” her friend answered.

“A man who kidnaps a girl and takes her to the forest, just because she’s wearing red lipstick. In the end, he kills her,” The blonde explained.

Hannah raised her brow but stayed silent as their other friend responded, “That’s heavy.”

“My dad says lipstick is only for prostitutes,” Hannah, then, explained, “Anyway, I like Nino D’Angelo way more than Falco.”

Katharina shook her head, “Hannah, you’re as square as they come.”

Hannah smiled awkwardly.

Their friend scolded, “Come on Katharina. Don’t be so nasty.”

Mikkel slowly made his way to the small group of familiar seeming girls. He stared at them awkwardly.

“What are you looking at,” Katharina addressed the boy, “Weren’t you at Ulrich’s place earlier?”

Hannah looked at him and asked gently, “Are you new here?”

Mikkel shook his head quickly. “I..” he started, “I’m looking for my mom.”

Katharina smiled cockily at the boy, “This isn’t kindergarten.”

“She’s the principal here,” Mikkel defended himself.

Katharina’s eyes widened as she asked, “Mr. Hubert?” Hannah laughed as the blonde continued, “he may be a fag, but he’s certainly not a woman.”

Mikkel looked down at the floor then back up at the girl, “Isn’t this Winden?”

Katharina scoffed at him then started to make her way to class. As she passed him, she asked, “Aren’t you a bit young to drop acid?”

Hannah deflected the conversation to ask, “You guys got history now?”

Mikkel stood and watched them leave annoyed. He had no idea what was going on.

Claudia pulled up to the nuclear power plant. She opened her door but stayed sitting in her car to put on her high heeled shoes.

Helge looked up from sweeping the street of paint. He smiled seeing Claudia. He greeted her, “Morning, Claudia.” He had always admired her even as a child.

“Morning,” Claudia tried to rush past him, but when she saw his sweet face she stopped to talk to him. He was just the same as the little boy she used to tutor.

“Your first day as boss,” He happily commented.

Claudia nodded and reaffirmed, “Yes.”

Helge lightly chuckled and swayed with his broom, “My dad told me the board voted unanimously for you.” He sighed and shrugged before continuing, “I wanted… Congratulations.”

Claudia smiled and nodded, “Thanks.”

“I always knew something would become of you,” Helge continued.

“Oh, Helge.” She nervously laughed. He was doing his weird Helge thing again, she thought to herself.

Helge, then, said as he stopped her from leaving. “And I have…” He paused to pull out a nicely wrapped gift, “A present for you.” He smiled proudly at her. Claudia looked down anxiously. The man then explained, “It’s a book.”

Claudia didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t expecting this at all even if it shouldn’t have surprised her that the man would go to such lengths. She just looked up and thanked him for it before looking back down at it. The stood awkwardly for a moment. Helge stared at her expectantly. Claudia smiled again, “Well, I’m running late. I have to get going.”

Helge let the woman pass finally and called after her, “We’re all behind you, Cl..”Helge stopped himself shaking his head knowing that Claudia didn’t much care. The wet rustles of the broom against the pavement started up once more as he tried to remove the painted graffiti of ‘No Future’ from in front of the plant’s gate.

“I came just before six t feed the animals and found this,” the farmer explained to Egon as the men stood in a field surrounded by a flock of unexplainable dead sheep.

Egon asked, “Maybe a wolf?”

The farmer looked up at the chief of police as if he was stupid, “No bite marks. Nothing.”

Perplexed, Egon looked around the field of sheep corpses around him, “Poisoned?” He asked with a shrug.

The man let out a small instinctual shrug and commented, “Yesterday they were lively as can be. First the thing with the boy, and now this. Such things didn’t use to happen here. Who would just kill 33 sheep? ‘Be on guard. Be alert. You do not know when that time will come.’ The Gospel of Mark, 13:33.”

Egon nodded then shook his head, “Didn’t know you were a churchgoer.”

The farmer nodded, “The parish has a new priest. A good man.”

Egon stared at the man for a second then sighed looking down towards one of the sheep. The autumn trees behind them bare and the bright green grass being early the only color in the dreary field.

Claudia stormed into the large building trying to get to her office.

“Mrs. Tiedemann,” Her mousy secretary called to the woman boss as she rushed to catch up, “Mrs. Tiedemann. Tronte Nielsen from the paper is here, for the interview.” She smiled as Claudia looked back at her. She handed the other lady a binder, “and here are the figures from 1986 and 1985, as you requested.” The secretary watched as Claudia opened it up to examine the information. “They weren’t easy to get a hold of,” The woman admitted proud of her own hard work. When Claudia basically ignored her, she spoke up once more, “And congratulations again. I still can’t believe we have a woman as boss.” The woman cheerfully beamed.

“Are you sure these are the right figures,” Claudia asked concerned with what she was looking at.

Her secretary confirmed with a simple, “Yes.”

Claudia slowly closed the binder and nodded to her secretary to let her know she did a good job and that she could leave her. Once the other lady left confused, Claudia went back to investigate the numbers.

Egon sat in his office typing up his report. He still seemed to be learning how to use the modern typewriter. There was a small shuffle that came from the entrance to his office. Egon looked up to see a small boy in a dirty red puffy jacket over a skeleton costume. He looked at the dazed boy and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Mikkel looked at the man. He blinked several times. Today was just getting weirder and weirder for him. “I…” He stumbled over his words until he got his footing, “I’m looking for my dad.”

Egon smiled gently. He finally felt as if he could have a win in these dark times. His heart leaped happily at the thought of being able to help this boy. He asked, “What’s his name?”

Mikkel took a breath and replied, “Ulrich Nielsen.”

Egon’s brow furrowed. “Ulrich Nielsen?” he asked, “The Ulrich Nielsen?”

Concerned, Mikkel asked, “Doesn’t he work here?”

“No,” Egon replied, “And I’m certain he never will.” He looked at his report then back at Mikkel in disbelief, “Oh, so this is a joke? Was this Ulrich’s dumb idea?” He walked over to the boy and examined his scraped up face, “Did he do this?” Egon would be surprised if the teen would have beaten up a kid to make him go along with a stupid prank. He asked again, “Did Ulrich do this?”

Mikkel shook his head quickly at the officer. He stared up worried. The realization started to hit him that this wasn’t just a joke.

Egon stood up straight once more and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Mikkel,” the small boy choked out.

“Last name,” Egon asked with a shrug.

“Nielsen,” Mikkel anwsered honestly, “I am Ulrich’s son.”

Egon sighed and then asked, “Now tell me your parents’ real names and I’ll take you home.”

Mikkel shook his head and then asked, “What’s the date?”

“The 5th of November,” Egon replied with a shrug.

Mikkel, then, asked, “What year?”

Egon laughed figuring the boy had a sense of humor. He shook his head as he chuckled, “1986.”

Mikkel took a step back. Everything was fully hitting him now. He repeated back the year to Egon. He, then, watched as Egon went to the phone to make a call. He listened as the man described him over the phone and asked for someone to come pick him up.

After hanging up, Egon picked up his coat and explained to the child, “Someone will be coming to pick you up and take care of that.” He motioned to Mikkel’s injuries before continuing, “In the meantime, I’ll take care of Ulrich.” He walked past the boy and vowed, “He won’t hurt you again. I promise.” The man then closed the door behind him leaving Mikkel to sit and wait.

Mikkel walked over to Egon’s desk and started to play with the Rubik’s cube. As soon as he solved it, he gently placed it down so that he could try calling his house. Sadly, he only got the robotic voice telling him that the number was not in service. Mikkel shook as he held back tears. The boy sat back down and tried to look around to find anything else to do. He found a lighter on the desk. He slowly pocketed it after checking if it still worked. Mikkel, then, spied a report on Egon’s desk about his Uncle Mads. He looked at it still processing that he was trapped in 1986. He looked at a picture of Ulrich and Mads that was near the exact one in his house. Hearing someone coming, Mikkel panicked and placed everything back before jogging to the front of the desk.

Ines carefully walked into the room and greeted the boy. She walked a bit closer then explained, “I’m Nurse Ines. But you can just call me Ines.” Mikkel stayed quiet as he stared at the woman. She slowly approached him and knelt down to be eye to eye with him, “I’ll take you to the hospital now. We’ll take a look at your arm, okay? Then I will bring you home safe and sound.” She smiled gently and held out a hand.

Meanwhile, Egon pulled up to the Nielsen’s. He tried the doorbell then knocking. When he got no answer, he slowly made his way inside the house. Rock music blared upstairs from inside the teenaged Ulrich’s room. Ulrich sat in his trashed room playing an old plug and play game when Egon walked in. Egon looked at the turntable and carefully removed the needle to get the boy’s attention.

Ulrich sneered. His eyes looked him up and down before asking, “What are you doing here?” He stood up from his chair.

Egon placed his hands in his pockets and quoted the song in English, “‘My only aim is to take many lives. The more the better I feel.’ Why do you listen to such stuff?” He walked closer to Ulrich, “The boy you sent, do you think that’s funny?”

Confused, Ulrich shrugged, “What boy?”

“Don’t think you’ll get away with this,” Egon threatened.

Ulrich leaned over to sniff the man. He pulled away and commented, “Have you been drinking again?”

Insulted, Egon asked, “Beg your pardon?”

Ulrich repeated, “I asked if you’ve been drinking again?”

“Who do you think you are,” Egon asked growing angry, “I want us to find your brother just as badly as you do.”

Ulrich stood his ground and watched as Egon turned to leave.

Egon, then, had something catch his eye. He picked it up. There he held a sheep’s hoof in his hand. He turned and showed it to Ulrich, “What’s this?”

Growing annoyed, Ulrich responded, “A hoof. That’s obvious.”

Egon grabbed the shirt of the boy and pulled him closer, “Did you do that on the pasture?”

“What pasture,” Ulrich questioned.

“Did you kill the sheep?”

Ulrich started to raise his voice, “If you’d stop drinking your brain to mush, then Mads might be back by now.”

Jana walked in hearing her elder son had raised his voice. She stood in the doorway with her hands crossed over her chest. She looked at the man surprised and asked, “Mr. Teidemann?”

Egon let go of the teenager and slowly turned. Ulrich snatched the hoof back from the man. Egon tried to explain, “The door was open.”

Jana nodded, “Because of Mads. He forgot his key.”

Just to stir the pot, Ulrich lied, “Chief Inspector Tiedemann wants to update you on the investigation. They’ve got new findings. Hm?” Ulrich, then, sneered, “Exactly. You have nothing. Now kindly piss off!” The boy put away his hoof and turned his music back on before sitting back to continue his game.

Egon carefully moved past Jana and walked downstairs to see himself out. Jana just stared at her older son grateful that she still at least had Ulrich.

At the hospital, the doctor checked Mikkel’s vitals. Ines stood in the corner as the doctor took a look at the boy’s arm. “Everything’s in working order,” He commented. He then asked the boy, “How did this happen?”

Mikkel remained silent in mourning his old life.

“And you still won’t tell us your name,” The doctor asked the boy. A ring of a pager filled the room. The doctor looked down at it then told the boy, “Nurse Ines will bandage you up, okay? Then you can go back home.” He pet the boy’s head to try and comfort him before leaving.

Ines stared down at the empty name and general patient information on the intake report. Her heart ached. She looked back up at the boy and slowly sat in front of him. Mikkel just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears started to fall from his eyes. He was never going to be able to have his life back. Ines’s heart wrenched. She caressed the boy’s face and comforted, “Don’t cry. Everything will be okay.” She forced a small smile at him.

Claudia knocked on the door of the old director’s office. “Brend,” she called to him after opening the door, “I have to talk to you.” She walked into the office and closed the door behind her. She stormed to the retired man’s desk and slammed the binder she was carrying down. “Were you trying to slip this past me,” she accused. She angrily explained, “I said I need to know if there are skeletons in the closet.”

Bernd sighed, “There are things that are worth knowing and things worth not knowing because you can’t change them anyway.”

“What is this,” Claudia motioned with her hand. She opened up the report, “These are nothing like the reported figures. Here.” She looked up and nodded at him, “And here.” She looked up angrily again, “Everywhere. It’s been like that for three months now!” She motioned for him to speak to defend himself.

The man asked, “Do you know what has changed since Chernobyl? People have lost faith. In us, in nuclear power. They saw the images and they can’t get them out of their heads. But fear is the worst enemy of progress.”

Breathing hard, Claudia tried to piece together what he was trying to say. She shook her head, “So?”

“How many people around here rely on the plant for their livelihood,” Bernd counterpointed.

Claudia swallowed realizing now what he was saying. “We have 612 employees, excluding…”

“Everyone!” Bernd corrected the woman, “And when you take over this job tomorrow, you’ll be taking on responsibility for the nuclear power plant, but you’ll also be taking responsibility for the entire town. And now tell me, was I wrong about you?”

Claudia sighed. She crossed her arms across her chest then stated, “All the more reason for me to know just what this means.

Egon stood in the morgue with the examiner who was opening up one of the sheep’s heads. The examiner droned on about how exciting and historical it was for Claudia to be taking over the plant. He tried to just focus back on the case, “So were they poisoned?”

“Hardly,” the examiner chuckled, “All signs point to sudden cardiac arrest.”

“Cardiac arrest,” Egon asked surprised.

“Yes.”

“All 33?”

The examiner explained, “It’s common with sheep. They’re very sensitive creatures. If a few start to panic, the entire herd freaks out. It’s a vicious cycle. They just drop dead. Like flies.”

Egon, then, asked, “And what could cause such a panic?”

“All kinds of things,” the other man educated the officer.

“A person,” Egon asked surprised.

The medical examiner asked, “A single person?” He replied back, “Unless he’s Freddy Krueger, he’d have his work cut out for him.”

Egon, still focused on Ulrich, asked, “Did one of the sheep…” He stopped and rephrased his question, “I mean, was one of them missing a hoof?”

The medical examiner shook his head, “No. They are all as God created them.”

The men had a bit of an exchange about if this could be Satanists when the examiner found something. His brow pushed together, “Strange.” He motioned for Egon to come to see, “Look here.” The medical examiner pointed to its eardrum, “The eardrums are ruptured. On both sides. Strange.”

Claudia rolled Bernd into the woods to a place that he instructed. The man held out a yellow key to her and said, “What we know is a drop, what we don’t know is an ocean.” He then handed her a flashlight.

Claudia opened up the gate that enclosed a natural cave system. She repelled down into it. Leaves rustled out of the way and screamed as her heels punctured them. She turned on the flashlight and tried to look around.

Ines wrapped Mikkel’s hand and asked, “Won’t you tell me your name and where you live?” Mikkel stayed quiet so she asked, “Don’t you want to go home? If something happened at home… You can stay here for now.”

Mikkel refused to look at her. He was just trying to focus on not crying. Magnus and Martha would have made fun of him for crying. What was it that Annalise used to do that would stop him from crying? Agony struck him while he started to realize he was starting to forget little things. Or was it that he never actually fully appreciated them so he never paid full attention in the first place. He longed for Katharina’s arms to wrap around him.

Ines finished her work and told the boy, “If you want to talk, I’m here.” She held his hands in hers and gently rubbed his wrists with her thumbs, “I’m on the night shift too.” Seeing the boy not letting up from the ground he stood on, she placed some comics down on the bed for him and explained, “Here, something to read.”

“I’ve come from the future,” Mikkel explained as she walked away.

Surprised, Ines turned and asked, “What did you say?”

Mikkel turned to look at her and repeated, “I come from the future.”

Ines started to fill with fear. Her eyes darted down to the comics she had placed on the bed seeing that they were called, ‘Captain Future.’ She started to sigh thinking that the boy was just familiar with the comics and not actually telling her the absolute truth that he actually came from the year 2019.

Claudia made her way through the dark caves. She kept walking until she found it. Copious amounts of yellow barrels labeled as toxic. Right there, under the city.

Regina walked into her house and dropped her bag down in the hall. She removed her jacket and called her for her mom. When Claudia didn’t respond, Regina walked to the answering machine and listened to the message of her mother telling her just to heat up a pizza. She sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror and lifted the sleeve of her blue sweater to reveal her self inflicted scars. She sniffled as she tried to pull herself together.

Egon pulled up to the pasture to try and investigate more about the sheep incident. He walked around with his flashlight.

A large mechanical boom resonated inside of Winden.

Egon looked towards the noise only to have a bird drop dead right next to him. His light started to flicker as more birds dropped from the sky attacking him and the earth below with their corpses.

Lights all around Winden started to flicker. Everyone started to panic.

Mikkel used this as his opportunity to try and sneak out so that he could get back home. He pulled the curtain and climbed out the large window just as Magnus had once taught him to do.

Ulrich sat at the bus stop. He looked out into the forest as he smoked. He started to come out here more and more hoping that one day he would spot Mads and be able to bring his brother home. The smooth sounds of a bike chain pulled him out of his wandering mind. He smiled and called to the younger girl riding it, “Hey, Hannah!”

Hannah smiled and rode to meet up with Ulrich at the stop, “Hey Ulrich.” She parked her bike and sat down next to her crush. They sat in silence just enjoying each other’s presence for a second. Hannah spoke up and asked the boy, “Is this the Apocalypse?”

Ulrich hummed and then commented, “A bit disappointing.”

“I imagined it being louder,” Hannah affirmed with Ulrich, “More glaring.”

Mikkel ran through the trees making his way to the caves. Desperate to make it back home into the loving arms of his family. He bolted to the cave in which he came to this world then stopped to take a breath. He took out his stolen lighter and started his way into the caves hoping to find his way home.

“If the world ended today and the world started anew, what would you wish for,” Hannah asked Ulrich.

“Easy,” the teenager replied, “A world without Winden.” The boy watched as the lights flickered in the bus stop.

Hannah paused and thought for a second before proposing a cheer, “To a world without Winden.”

“To a world without Winden,” Ulrich agreed. He took one last puff of his cigarette before tossing it away onto the street. Just then the flickering stopped. Everything seemed to have gone back to normal.

Hannah smiled, “I don’t think Winden is going to give up that easily.”

Ulrich chuckled back and shrugged, “Well, maybe next time.”

Little did Winden realize all of this mirrored the exact feelings all of the town would be feeling 33 years from now. This feeling of hopelessness, confusion, hurt. Claudia slowly opened Helge’s present to reveal a book titled, ‘A Journey Through Time’ by H.G. Tannhaus. Regina looked at her body unsatisfied and selfconsciously. Charlotte still investigating what was making all of these birds die in such a strange fashion. Tronte still coming home late to a disappointed and worried Jana. Ulrich still mourning the loss of a little boy he held so dear to him.

Ulrich, sick of this feeling, drove down to the caves with a crowbar. He crossed the police line and stormed inside trying to find his son.

Mikkel, 33 years in the past, climbed his way through the caves only to get take a slid. His body slid down the rocky floor and only stopped when his leg hit a hard rock at the bottom injuring it.

Ulrich, in 2019, walked up to the metal locked door with his flashlight. He placed his light down so that he could have light as he worked and approached the door. He shoved his crowbar into the door.

In 1986, Mikkel heard the noise coming from all around him. He looked down at his bloody injured leg. He winced and grit his teeth through the pain. He just wanted to make it move again so he could go back to trying to make it home. Hearing the banging noise again, he called to it, “Hello?!” His voice was raspy and desperate, “HELLO? Help!”

Ulrich turned hearing the ghostly echoed voice of his son calling for help. Ulrich stopped banging on the metal door and asked, “Hello?” He repeated himself in a whispered tone, “Hello? Anyone there?” He started to pant and repeated his son’s name in the hope that he would hear him, “Mikkel? Mikkel?”

Mikkel pushed his way up and limped over to his still lit Zippo lighter.

Both ended up struggling out of the cave alone and sitting right at its cursed entrance in torment. Both wishing they were with the other as a lone Tannhaus worked in his office on a new invention.

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fallin' for ya part 4

sorry for the wait 🥺 entirely my fault but i will finish this 😤💕 sorry again

~Klaus POV~

After (Y/N) disappeared into her apartment I walked a block down the street to my house. I would say home but it was in no circumstances a home. I got to my fire escape and climbed up, getting into Ben’s room, who was still up, reading a book. He was fixed on The Bet at the moment, by Anton Chekhov. He was reading Frankenstein yesterday meaning he had already finished it. It only took the boy two days which was really something seeing as how every chapter Ben would excitedly, and sometimes exasperatedly ranted about whatever happened in the chapter yet didn't give any spoilers, not that I would be reading Frankenstein anytime soon. Unless it was the picture book version because that was a lot easier to read. Ben looked up and his eyes lit up when they landed on me.

“We have to go to that restaurant more.” That was odd, Ben normally wouldn't request a restaurant and definitely not as soon as possible. He would be kind of shy about it and beat around the bush but when he was really passionate or just in the moment he let it slip out.

“You got the waffles?” Klaus asked. He watched Ben’s facial features, something had to give the boy away, right? Ben’s face got a faint pink glow and he coughed slightly, scratching the back of his head, his head tilted. Right.

“Well, the uh, waitress was interesting too. She was kinda mean but she seemed sweet. But the waffles dude.” He said, attempting to change my attention to the delicious waffles, the blush still present.

“Who was your waitress? And the waffles were good today but when (Y/N) makes them they're real good.” I said, taking one of her sayings and watching him react. He didn't seem to notice, instead folding his book a few times.

“I didn't get her name.” He said honestly, flipping his book so it was showing the title. Aw little Ben has a crush! On my best friend though. But he's my favorite sibling. But then she’d ditch me for him. But I love him. But I love her. I’m getting ahead of myself, they don't even know each other yet. Pros and cons, currently pros outweighing cons.

“Well my best friend is coming over tomorrow so be on your best behavior.” I said, rolling off his bed and going to the closed door.

“Who’s your best friend? Is it the kid who brings you donuts? Do they know about us?” Ben asked. Normally I would give my favorite a response of some sort but I didn't want him to know so I shut the door and went across the hallway to open my door. Ben was lucky he had access to the street down below but that also meant he would be the first (Y/N) would be meeting, nothing wrong with that but sometimes both Ben and (Y/N) were shy. I collapsed on my bed and stared at the ceiling before passing out.

Sunday, your POV

I woke up and groaned. I was so tired but my inside clock decided I just had to be up. I didn't even have work today and I knew once I was up I would not be able to go back to sleep so I decided to go find Klaus earlier than normal. The poor boy was sort of an insomniac, mainly because he had vivid nightmares he didn't normally tell me about. As soon as I finished brushing my teeth I opened my closet to see Klaus searching my clothes. I normally would have kicked him or at least swiped a punch in his direction but I had a feeling he would be here in the morning so I didn't bother.

“You have no clothes!” He said rather emotionally which made me roll my eyes. He was in a closet that had a few good options.

“You have most of my clothes at your house so I don't know what you mean. Plus I have a few good options.” I said, folding my arms and glaring at him as he threw my clothes around. He tossed some skirts my way and ended up hitting me in the face with a sweater.

“This will do, go put it on. I won't peak.” I huffed and picked up the dark (F/C) high waisted skirt and the lighter colored sweater that went really well together and silently cursed him for being so good at picking clothes. I went into the bathroom down the hall and changed, glaring at how nice I looked in his stupid outfit. I walked back in and he clapped before throwing black thigh high socks at me. I rolled my eyes and slipped those on before passing him and pulling a (prefered color) and black flannel out of my closet, throwing it on over.

“You just ruined it.” He complained in a whiny voice.

“It's cold though.” I said with a shrug, walking over to the window and opening it easily. I knew all the lights were off and seeing as I had my wallet in my pocket I was chilling. I climbed out and Klaus grumbled behind me, going on about how I had ruined his amazing outfit. I ignored him and when my feet touched the ground I turned and put my arms out to help him down and he was about to accept since he always did until he realized he was mad at me. He hopped down and let out a little grunt as he stumbled. I steadied him and he forgot he was mad at me again, wrapping his arms around me and starting to drag me to his home. We walked for a good while, Klaus pulling me into Griddy's after the twenty minute walk.

“If this is your house I have a few things to say. One, why do you have me bring you donuts if you live here. Two you can always live with me.” I said easily, opening the door for him.

“So mean, I just want to treat you to a donut.” He said, pulling out some crumbled dollar bills. Agnes came out and Klaus quickly ordered two donuts but if I was being honest I didn't want one, I had had a lot of donuts lately and it was making me think of Five who was sort of getting on my nerves. Not in a bad way but thinking about him made me realize he was a little shit. I accepted Klaus’s sugar donut and followed him out the door.

“After you finish your donut I have to blindfold you because my house is a surprise.” We got to the park and I had finished the donut making him take off his fashionable scarf and tie it around my eyes so I couldn't see. He spun me a few times walked forward spun me a few more times then we started up again.

“So, anything I need to know or is this just a house tour?” I asked, holding onto Klaus for much needed support.

“The only one of my siblings you’ll be seeing today will probably be Ben. The best one.” Klaus said happily, dragging me around what I think is the park.

“That's cool, are we there yet?” I asked smelling the dirt and iron that came in alleyways.

“Yep! Mi casa es su casa! Welcome to the Klaus household!” He didn't let me take the scarf off and instead helped me up the iron ladder that reminded me of how I got to my room. He pushed me through the window and I yelped as I landed on a rather soft bed, someone in the room grunting. The makeshifts blindfold was taken off my face and I was met with a rather cute asian boy under my legs.

“Sorry to drop in on ya.” I said with a smirk, hoping he had a sense of humor.

“Are you Klaus's friend?” He asked, his face quickly going red. He was familiar.

“Yes she is and she needs to move.” Klaus said, popping up and kicking me out of the bed and onto the cold hard floor.

“So mean, Klaus.” I complained from the ground, admiring the room I was in. It was simple with a bookshelf being the main attraction. Everything was neat and I felt overdressed as fuck seeing as the boy was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, Klaus in his normal weird but stylish get up.

“Klaus, come on.” The boy said, dragging my bestie out the door and into the hallway, both stepping over me. I didn't mind it and instead went to look at the bookshelf. All of the books were interesting so I grabbed one that he was reading it seemed- The Bet by Anton Chekhov- and fell back onto his bed so I could read. I heard they were talking about me but nothing in my body made me eager to find out why. When I got to the fifth page the door opened and Klaus was there grinning, the boy behind him with his face still bright red.

“It’s nice meet you, my name Ben.” Ben muttered, his arms crossed and looking not at me. Broken english because of nerves I’m guessing- nothing a little humor can't fix.

“The pleasure is all mine.” I said with a grin, shutting the book and holding my hand out for a handshake. He shifted his weight a few times very quickly before uncrossing his arms and shaking my hand which made me light up. Klaus frowned and dragging me into what I assumed was Klaus’s room I couldn't process anything I was dragged so quickly.

“Welcome to my room, make yourself at home.” He said, falling onto his bed. I leaned against his desk as I took the room in, it was also simple but he had drawings all over his wall.

“I like it.” I said easily, looking around and seeing out of the corner of my eye from the small crack in the door that multiple eyes were watching us. I caught his attention and glanced over to the door which Klaus understood easily.

“My siblings aren't home so lets get to hanging out.” He said with a wink, pulling me onto the bed. I let myself be pulled and we landed on the mattress harshly. He started to make kissing noises and pulling out some lipstick we drew lipstick on each others lips. The door slammed open and four bodies tumbled to the floor.

“(Y/N) meet my siblings. The ones on the floor are Luther, Diego, Alison, and of course Ben- who you met. Vanya and Five are by the door.” Klaus said, lipstick smudges covering his face.

“Nice to meet you guys, Ben.” I said, winking at him. The boy blushed and Diego hit him.

“Can I just say I knew it? This is Klaus's girlfriend who gets us donuts all the time.” Five said smugly, leaning against the door frame. I sat up.

“I love Klaus but I could not be his girlfriend. But I will accept a ‘you’re welcome’ from any and all of you.” I said easily, standing up and almost falling down but instead being greeted by Ben tackling me to the floor in an attempt to keep me up. I hit the hardwood with a thump and Diego started laughing until a smack was heard and he shut up.

“I’m so sorry. This is my fault.” Ben got out as I rubbed my head, laughing slightly at what had happened.

“It's fine, just help me up.” I gasped, grinning up at Klaus who looked conflicted. Ben was pushed off of me and Klaus pulled my arm as hard as he could, basically launching me up onto the bed.

“Too kind. Anyways nice to meet you all you can all get going.” I said easily. The girl with long curly fair shook her head, scoffing.

“No, come over to my room.” She said, pulling me off the bed as Ben scrambled out of the way.

“I came here to hang out with Klaus so.” I said, attempting to reach for Klaus who looked sort of anxious at me being dragged away.

“Yeah but I want to hang out with you.” She said, her voice convincing but not enough.

“No thank you. I know I’m irresistible but my dance card is full- my best friend invited me.” I said, the words coming out of my mouth on the fly, Alison looking surprised. The door shut and now it was only Klaus and I in the room, Five had shut it angrily for the two of us.

“I love you.” Klaus said in the silence, jumping on me and kissing my forehead, the two of us laying on the bed, cuddling.

“I love you too Klaus, honest.” I said, not even fazed at his need for attention.

“You can date Ben, I won't even mind. I love you both so much.” He said, surprising me. I barely met Ben today, but he is cute, but how could Klaus tell I liked him so quickly.

“He is cute.” I hummed, petting his hair.

“You should get to know him- there’s a reason why he’s my favorite. Other than you.” He said, kissing my collarbone.

“Later. I wanna hang out with you today. Even if it's just cuddling.” I said, closing my eyes- tired.

“I can get behind that.” He said, the two of us just vibing and enjoying each other's company.

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sweet-teas-writing · 5 years

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A Woman Scorned (Chp 1)

A/N: Hello beautiful people! The day is here! The debut of my new project. I've been working on this for a couple weeks now (all while juggling college), and as my gift to you, I will be giving you the first TWO chapters of A Woman Scorned. I will try to update a new chapter each week, and if I end up falling behind I will sure to keep you updated on that too! So sit back, get comfortable, and get ready for one hell of a ride!

A/N 2: Also, if you want to be added to the tag list, ask me! I'll be sure to include you!

Warnings: This story is meant for people aged 18+. Talk of verbal abuse/domestic violence, cheating, betrayal, masturbation (not yet), and SMUT (also not yet)

One: From the Beginning

Present Day

As I sat on my front porch, I could feel the warm sun on my skin. I could smell the fresh clean air. The waves knocked against the rocky shoreline. And inside our beach house, I can hear my grandchildren chatting and laughing with their grandfather. His loud, boisterous laugh echoed throughout the entire house, reaching me outside the screen door. I chuckled to myself as my daughter, Angela, scoffed in amusement next to me with a glass of iced tea in her hands.

"They're just like him, Mami," she told me.

"They sure are, mija," I told her back. "So full of life, ambition, and laughter. It was one of the many reasons I fell for your father in the first place."

"Do you regret how you met Dad?" Angela asked me.

I turned to look at her and shook my head. "No Angie. Your father was the first man to ever make me feel like I was something. My husband at the time wasn't giving me the love and attention that I deserved. Yes, I felt bad that it was under those circumstances that I got together with your father but I don't regret it at all."

"The way Dad looks at you, Mami… it's just beautiful." Angela sighed. "He always has the biggest smile on his face whenever he's around you. Like you're his light or something."

I laughed. "Well he always tells me that he regretted letting me go the first time. And once we were married, he wasn't letting me go. And here we are, 30 years, a beautiful daughter and three grandchildren later, still together and still happy."

The screen door came open and my husband Alastor came out followed by our grandchildren, Alejandro "Alex" (21), Alaina (19), and Ariana "Raina" (16), still laughing. He turned to Angie and me with a raised eyebrow and his signature smile plastered on his face.

"So what are you ladies talking about?" he asked us curiously.

"You as always," I snorted.

"Aw, it's nice that you think about me," Alastor chuckled before kissing my cheek. "I couldn't have asked for a better family: a loving wife, a talented daughter, and…" he turned to give our grandkids a big group hug "these adorable gifts right here."

"Aren't we a little old for group hugs, abuelo?" Alex asked in embarrassment but accepted the hug anyway.

"In my eyes, my boy," Alastor started. "No you are not. Ask your mother, she knows."

Angela laughed. "Always such the charmer, Papi. It's no wonder you ended up with Mom."

Alastor smiled down at me lovingly. "I wouldn't choose anyone else I would rather be with other than your mother. She will always be the love of my life. Despite the way we got together." He said that last line with a wink.

"Speaking of which," Alaina asked. "How did you guys end up together?"

"Yeah," Raina retorted. "Abuela, how did you and Grandpa Alastor meet?"

Alastor and I looked at each other before turning to our daughter for a sign.

"I think they're old enough to be told the story," Angie said. "It was bound to come up sooner or later."

Alastor shrugged and I gave a small smile. "Well, my dears, it's a bit of a long story. A long, complicated story." I said. "I was still married at the time when I met your grandfather, but my husband at that time… well he wasn't good to me. He wasn't faithful, he was controlling, and I wasn't happy with him."

"So why did you stay, abuela?" Alex asked.

"Well, mijo, I thought I was in love with him," I answered honestly. "I thought if I was patient enough, then he would change his ways. I was a young, naive girl at that time who thought keeping him happy was more important than my own happiness. That is… until your grandfather came along."

"So you two were lovers?" Alaina mused. "Kinda intriguing."

Alastor chuckled. "That may be true, Alaina, but I didn't see your grandmother as my lover. She was more like… the one that got away. And I was willing to do anything to get her back. Even if it meant "stealing" her away from her husband. But to fully understand how we met, it's best that we start from the beginning."

***

Miami, Florida, 1993

"Ava! Get your ass up! I'm hungry!" Jason yelled.

I deeply sighed before I rolled over to check the time on my alarm clock: 9:13 a.m. I sat up in the queen sized bed inside our condominium and looked out the window. It was cloudy with peeks of sunshine seeping in through the bedroom window. I saw a bluebird sitting on the windowsill, its chirping a sweet melodic sound. I smiled at the bluebird before I heard a loud bang from the sound of our bedroom door opening. My husband Jason entered our bedroom with a grumpy look on his face.

"Ava, I said I was hungry! The fuck you still doing in bed?"

"I just woke up Jason," I deadpanned. "I just needed a moment to fully get myself together."

"Well get up, I'm hungry now. At least be good for something and make some breakfast. What kind of wife are you?" he grumbled before shutting the door.

"Good morning to you too," I whispered sadly.

I've been married to Jason Mitchell for a year now but we've been together for almost 5. And to be honest, it's been absolute hell. All he does is belittle me and tells me that I'm a an awful partner, despite him being the one who's been unfaithful to me ever since we were together. He's cheated on me with countless women, I would threaten to leave him, he apologizes saying he won't do it again, I end up taking him back, and yet this toxic cycle repeats itself. I don't know why I'm still with him honestly; maybe it's because a part of me is in love with him, maybe it's fear of being alone, who knows? But I don't know how much longer I can take his constant abuse, but in the meantime I'll just swallow my pride and continue to play "the good wife."

I did one final stretch before I went into the bathroom to freshen up. I washed my face and brushed my teeth then I took a look at myself in the mirror. My normally bouncy curly hair looks like a matted mess on top of my head, dark circles stained around my eyes, my normally radiant caramel skin appeared kinda pale under the fluorescent light. I was exhausted; both physically and mentally. But yet I put on makeup to hide the dark spots, brushed my hair into a neat bun, and got dressed to make a quick breakfast for Jason and me before heading to work.

In the kitchen, Jason sat at the table reading a newspaper when I walked in. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before I went to the refrigerator and took out ingredients for eggs and French toast.

"'Bout time you got up," Jason scoffed. "I was starving in here."

"You know," I said. "You can always cook for yourself whenever I don't have time."

Jason gave a mocking laugh: "But then what will you be good for? You're the wife, you're supposed to cook and clean for the husband."

I rolled my eyes. "Times are changing honey. Women are allowed to work and have careers too."

"Whatever Ava," Jason grumbled. "Oh by the way, I'll be out late tonight so you don't have to wait up for me."

I froze after cracking an egg in the skillet. "I thought you said you were done 'staying out late'?"

"It's just for work, dear," Jason said. "Don't get your panties all twisted up."

Rage bubbled within me. I knew he was lying. The last time Jason "stayed out late," he smelled of perfume and had lipstick on his collar. I could feel tears form in my eyes, but I wouldn't let him see me cry.

"Why don't you stay home tonight?" I suggested. "We can order take out and cuddle on the couch like we used to."

Jason shook his head. "Can't babe. It's important. I promised them I would stay." He looked at me up and down before he spoke again. "Plus you don't look as appealing to cuddle with at the moment," he snorted.

I said nothing as I plated the food and gave one plate to him. Jason's eyes lit with glee upon seeing the food and began to scarf a forkful of eggs down his throat.

"I'm running late," I said lowly. "Lock up when you leave."

"Yeah okay," Jason said with a mouthful of food.

"I love you," I told him.

"Yeah you too."

I gave another sigh and grabbed my keys and jacket before heading out the door. My back rested against the door as I let a few years fall from my eyes, my breathing a bit ragged. I covered my mouth to stifle my sobs before I stood up straight and wiped my eyes.

Why can't I just leave him….

I regained my composure before I walked to my car and drove off to my job. One day I'll get back at Jason, I just wasn't sure when.

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Emotions personified

I'm sick, I've got an idea that isn't sanders side. This will be one post (presumably) give me a second.

So like, someone personifies emotions and they're all like chill and shit in our world. And those around them get a rush of those emotions. But like... they can control it? Look idk. I've just got the characters of some of them down. This is character design based on emotions. If you’re willing to look that’d be neat.

Happiness:

Happiness is nonbinary (because the emotion doesn't have any gender links like love is known as being feminine and anger is masculine, we'll get back to that.) they are kinda short.. like 157 cm. so like average height. But they have light golden short hair and ambery browny eyes. They wear black jeans, a black jacket, and a red Tshirt. They also have a habit of bringing with them the dorkiest glasses they can find. Like ones in the shape of two swans, one is the heart glasses, one is dollar signs. The point is they're always dorky. This is because with an outfit like this it fits all ties, does the person get happiness from reading? From theme parks? From alcohol? Who knows. But when they smile everyone's just so embarrassed and can't help but smile too. Happiness tends to go by happy because it's not that weird of a name.

Wrath:

Anger is a chick, because I thought that would be cool. She has dark browny reddy hair. Her eyes are a hard brown. She has a gun on her (it's usually not loaded though). She wears fingerless gloves, high heel boots and black, ripped skinny jeans. Glasses tend to sit on her hair and she wears a white tshirt with a dark grey hoodie over the top. She's always ready to fight, but always for a cause. She rides a motor bike and tends to have her hair pulled back so she can see everyone. Small amount of eyeliner and red lipstick and she's good. She doesn't tend to get into fights that often because it doesn't help with the anger and her friends just get disappointed in her. She goes by An because why the fuck not? Do you wanna fight her over it?

Love:

Love is so dorky and cute. He has circular glasses and freckles! He wears button up blouses and brown dress pants with those v neck sweater things. He blushes easily and stutters a lot. Butterflies seem to love him. He has curly sandy blond hair and soft brown eyes. He tends to have a book on him that he gets really embarrassed about. But everyone loves him, not just in a romantic sense. He tends to go by Liv, so what if it's feminine, he's a little feminine, and if people can love him despite that then it doesn't matter what you think.

Sadness:

Sadness is genderfluid. Some times she feels like a dull throb of sadness, other times he feels like a wave of misery. It tends to be somewhere in between or more empty so they tend to stick to they on those days. Sadness has a black bob that they like to pin back. Their eyes are a mixture of light blue and dark blue, that tend to edge on grey when they feel empty. They wear a dark brown coat over a blue shirt and a black skirt or black shorts depending on their mood. They have a thermos full of hot chocolate for when they feel too sad and has a small teddy stuffed in one of the big pockets to hold if they get too sad. Sadness goes by Sam, it just felt nice, especially when the others started to refer to them as that.

Jealousy:

Jealousy is a girl. Women as she prefers to hear. It makes her feel more professional. She tends to be constantly buying the newest things. The desire to be the best, to have what they have, is a big problem for her. She has to talk to the others to try to combat it. She hates how she needs all their attention, how she needs the newest stuff, how she is so demanding. She spends so much time trying to get over it. She constantly has her phone on her with some good looking earphones and a pair of stunning shoes, anything to get rid of the jealousy she feels when she looks at anyone. She has green eyes and light brown hair that falls perfectly around her face. Everything about her is perfect, from the shape of her eyebrows to her lips and tooth size, but she still doesn’t feel good enough in her own skin, she needs to look like the others, but to look better. She wears a short green dress that has a slit up her left leg and hugs her body to show off her toned stomach, and perfect hour glass shape. She talks to Love about her problems, because although Love gets so much attention, and she hates him for that, she also loves him platonically and he manages to make her love herself for a small amount of time, but those breaks from jealousy are enough for her. She goes by Jewel, mostly nicknamed Gem, but when she hears a name she likes she can’t help but despise them.

Fear:

Fear is male. He tries to act tough in front of strangers to try and hide how terrified he is, and he tends to let his guard down with his friends. He lets his legs shake and himself flinch when he’s around his friends, because they understand. He wears a thick black jacket with a grey tshirt underneath, and sweatpants. His hair is pushed up and pinned so he can be aware of all his surroundings. He wears headphones around his neck, although he never listens to them. His phone is in a protective case and he rarely ever takes it out because his hands shake so much he can’t use it. He used to wear gloves because they thought he was just cold, they quickly realized it was nerves. He skips meals because nausea forces him not to eat. He has black hair and dark brown, almost black eyes. He goes by Nicolas but people nicknamed him Nikki and Nico. He wanted them to stop but someone had mention that that was santa’s name and instantly he was trying to get a different name. Happiness and Love took him to a night in the town to prove him wrong. When people complimented his name he decided that maybe it wasn’t that bad.

Serenity:

Serenity is a female with purple eyes and silver hair. She tends to wear flowing sundresses with flowers in her hair. Shoes are only worn when absolutely necessary. She likes flower scented or ocean scented perfume. Even when Anger shouted at her and almost punched her, the peace she felt didn’t seem to slip far. Instead she calmed Anger down and relaxed next to her as the sun began to set. She pretty much has a flower on her somewhere and is always relaxed. She occasionally had birds land near her. She goes by Selena.

Nihilism:

Nihilism likes to wear suits. He spends most of his money on dumb shit (which is why his friends bank some of his money). He’s done more dangerous shit than anyone could count. His things have gone from setting fire to a random pile of leaves during Autumn and setting off fireworks inside. He does what he enjoys, and frequently ends up injuring himself because of it. He constantly has a lighter on him to use when the opportunity arises. He has shaggy black hair and awkward stubble, with rich brown eyes that seem to dance with fire. He goes by Ned, because it was the first name that popped into his head, no one really mentioned it.

Curiosity:

Curiosity is female. She tends to dig too deep to get information. She’s pissed off Anger more times then see can count by pushing to find out what’s wrong. She constantly feels like she’s missing something. She wears oversized sweaters over a tank top and leggings. Her natural desire for knowledge has led her to be following Nihilism into dangerous situations. She spent many nights researching different things. And she’s constantly dyeing her hair because ‘I wonder what I’ll look like with this colour.’ It is a pastel purple. Her eyes are naturally brown, although occasionally she’ll put in contacts because ‘I wonder’. Her curiosity is like a hunger she cannot fulfill. She constantly has a book on what she’s studying and a note pad to solve things or write out the questions she’s going to study. She’s done many thing’s she’s regretted because of curiosity. She almost shaved her hair, which had to be stopped by Anger because she wanted to know... needed to know. In the end she edited it in photo shop and was glad that Anger had stopped her. She also had a nose piercing and spider bites because she just needed to know what she would look like.

Hatred:

Hatred is nonbinary. They are bitter and resentful. They wear expensive suits and jewelry. Their face is has resting bitch face. They have their black hair combed up as their red eyes look cold and dead. Their glasses rest on their nose. They contain their influence, determined to let people decide for themselves. They struggle with the hatred they have for people. It becomes even more of a problem when they keep flipping between hating Love and loving him platonically. He kept it hidden and hissed out insults. They hated themself for everything they did. Jealousy and Hatred bonded over their emotion. They both hated themselves. They went by Harley, they still hated the name, but it wasn’t for them, they knew who they were, the others needed something to call them by.

Disgust:

Disgust is a male. He has chipped fingernails and heterochromia. His hair brown hair fell in front of one of his eyes to hide the mismatch and even ended up getting contacts. His natural distaste for others and himself was the only reason he befriended Hatred. He wanted to be able to like people, but the moment he saw them his mind would instantly find something wrong with them and it made him feel sick. His brown leather jacket, black jeans, low cutting v neck tshirt, and knife screamed danger and distaste. His nail polish would chip after a day of wearing it and he had to look into a mirror to put in the contact. Every part of him was disturbed by his own existence. Love tried to help, but that didn’t do much when he felt sick being near him. He tended to stay away from people and flip off anyone who came to close. He went by Dean, he somehow felt worse with that name than Disgust, but the feeling lingered with every name, like it was embedded in his very being. Probably was.

Craving:

Craving is a male. He constantly had the lust for sex, the craving for a cigarette, for beer, for food. He constantly craves something. Some times he can’t even put a finger on what it is. He was constantly forcing himself not to have that alcohol or cigarette or keep eating until he burst. The cravings were unstoppable. The craving wasn’t necessarily physical. Some days he wanted to hear certain words, a certain persons voice, or achieve a certain thing. He couldn’t be content. There was always an itch somewhere. Always something he couldn’t achieve. He wore gloves, scarfs, jackets and jeans. His entire body was covered most days to hide the scars from the days he craved pain, from days where the cravings could only be fought back. He had incredibly short hair, the craving for change or to cut his hair always stopped him from growing it out like the dull craving for longer hair demanded. He would walk around with a pen so if any cravings appeared he could distract himself. Craving never could settle on a name, the cravings to start new, to have a different name demanded him to change. Anger once jokingly called him Carl. It ended up sticking. He always felt an itch when someone said it, but he tried to force his cravings for the new to stop. His cravings for silence and to be alone always seemed to interrupt his cravings for attention.

Loss:

Loss was a female. She constantly struggled to keep up a conversation. She would fail to comprehend what others are saying and keep hold of all her thoughts. Emotions always seemed to be fleeting. She would constantly misplace things, even the note book she had with her to write everything down before she forgot it again. The white dress mixed with her pale skin and dark black hair always made her look like a ghost. It didn’t help that you could hardly see the brown from the black in her eyes. Emptiness was a familiar feeling. She tried to maintain friendships, but it was always so hard. Serenity and Love were always willing to sit with her with a smile. Loss chose Lily, it was the only thing she could think of, and it was because Serenity was holding a lily.

Determination:

Determination was male. There was always something he was set on. Whether it be winning the game or achieving his goal. He would keep repeating it until he succeeded. He couldn’t give up. Some people called him ambitious, they didn’t know that it was an obsession. He felt nausea and like he was suffocating if he admitted defeat. He couldn’t handle it. He wore a choker with a small cross on it, some faith that maybe he would succeed first go next time and not have to repeat it again and again. His hair was shoulder length and a deep red as his body was covered in small scars and scrapes from repeating a tedious and dangerous task again and again. His eyes were a warm brown. He wore a black tank top and a red varsity jacket with navy blue jeans. He was as stubborn as they can be. He was always going to be right. His problem led to sleepless nights and trips to the hospital. He couldn’t bring himself to regret it though when the event paid off. His name was Damion.

Trust:

Trust was female. She always felt like a kind motherly figure. She was gentle and caring. Always willing to listen. She always listened and was over trusting. She was like an innocent child and a mother all in one. She was so gullible and would trust someone, even when she shouldn’t. No one wanted her to get hurt. They all tried to protect her. Everything she said you’d know was the truth. She wore a knee length yellow sundress with a large sunhat. Her long pink her was constantly plated (curiosity needed to know what one of the others looked like with dyed and trust was the only one to agree) and her bright blue eyes always seemed to see light, even in the darkness. She would carry spare food for if she bumped into someone who was hungry. She broke all the rules, she followed people down alleys when she was alone and accepted drinks from strangers. Her name was Tina.

Anticipation:

Anticipation is male. He always seemed to be waiting for something over the horizon. He would look impatient, even when he wasn’t waiting for anything. It always felt like something was coming. Something big. Something good. He spent money gambling, talked to strangers, and constantly went on adventures. There was always a tight knot in his stomach and excitement bubbling in his chest. He tend to have a fidget cube although he’d never admit to it. He wore an obnoxious green shirt and light blue jeans. Food was difficult to eat because the constant feeling made him too excited to focus on that. He forced himself to calm down and do normal things, he couldn’t let him self keep sitting down and waiting for it to arrive. Birthdays and Parties were the worst for him because the anticipation only seemed to grow. He always felt antsy when it came to making changes. His platinum blond hair was half way down his back, like the anticipation of it getting longer was something he couldn’t quench. ‘Soon it’ll be longer than it’s ever been!’. His green eyes could rarely ever stay in the same place. He had to force the excitement down. Anticipation would go by Anthony.

Shame:

Shame was male. It was like he was a mess. He couldn’t do anything right. He was always embarrassed. it could be anything from making the wrong amount of food or drawing a line wrong and suddenly it was like everything was collapsing around him. He would feel nauseous to the point where to couldn’t eat or do anything other then lean over the toilet. He wore a long white tshirt and brown jeans. He would have ginger on him constantly for when the nausea would set in and would carry a lucky charm with him. The others always tried to make him feel better, but it was so deeply rooted, so embedded into his personality that he couldn’t escape it for long. He had to keep his dyed green hair groomed constantly, and he couldn’t let the colour fade. He had to shave the stubble. It needed to be clear. His deep blue eyes always seemed to be too expressive. Tears always seemed to fill his eyes. He had selected the name Shane, it being the closest to his actual name, he didn’t feel right to choose something so different from him. He deserved to be called Shame.

Annoyed:

Annoyed was male. He tended to keep to himself. His nose buried in a book or in a videogame. He would nitpick anything his was paying attention to and would grow more frustrated when they wouldn’t correct it, despite not being able to hear him. He would get frustrated if someone kept pestering him when he just wanted to be left alone, but he also got annoyed by being ignored. He wore an vibrant orange and khakis pants. No one could comment without getting a loud and forceful sigh. A beanie was on hand if too many people stared at him and he almost always had a collection of notes so he could just hand over one to tell them how annoying they were being. He got annoyed by his hair and shaved it all off. With nothing to hide it, his yellow eyes were always on display. When choosing names, Anger had chosen An before he could talk which ended with him letting out a frustrated groan and choosing Adam, because some people had to go and choose his names.

Vulnerability:

Vulnerability is female. No matter what she does she feels too exposed. She tends to wear long, male clothes that hide her body completely and shorts. Her hair is long, just so she can curl it in front of her and use it to hide behind. She only shares what she feels comfortable sharing, which is barely anything. And on bad days she can't be in the same room as someone without breaking down in tears. Anger and determination promised to protect her, no matter what. But her emotion continues to freak her out. She cries into serenity’s shoulder until peace takes over. Her grey eyes are usually bloodshot from crying as her skin is red and damp. She would carry around a box of tissues and a book. On really bad days she’d borrow Angers spare gun and clip just to make herself feel a little safer, she knew she could never pull the trigger. She chose Vida and almost tried to escape after the name slipped out. Liv and Happy smiled happily at her as An nodded at her and Selena held her hand and hummed.

Sleepy:

Sleepy is female. She tries to avoid lying down because otherwise she falls asleep almost instantly. Her memory is awful and she barely feels energized after a 16 hour sleep. Determination and Anticipation have to lend a hand when she has to stay awake for a long period of time. She constantly wears yoga pants and a cozy pastel blue jumper so that if she falls asleep, at least she’ll be comfortable. She consumes more coffee and caffeine than healthy, but she doesn’t have much of a choice, she constantly had a thermos full of coffee only one step down from nitro coffee. Her plum hair is always pulled back into a bun as her hazel eyes always have dark bags under the. She had chosen Aurora after sleeping beauty as she fought to keep her eyes open. Tina was resting her hand on her shoulder as Nicolas looked ready to grab her if she fell asleep.

Kindness:

Kindness is male. He had the softest smile and smoothest voice. He wore a jacket with a snail on it that said ‘take your time’ and would wear dumb shoes with rabbits on them. He would hand out random gifts that he thought others would appreciate and made sure that everyone was alright. His orange hair was in a pixie cut as his green eyes felt warm and inviting. He tried to comfort them, although without the presence that Serenity and Love had, he fell a little flat at hitting the root of the problem, although warm cookies managed to get them to stop brooding. He gave money to the homeless and would spend all their money on an animal shelter if he was allowed to. His name was Kennith.

Euphoria:

Euphoria is female. She would always be bouncing off the walls. She was hyperactive to the extreme. It pissed off Annoyance and entertained Love and Happiness. She wore a pastel pink Lolita dress that didn’t stop her from doing cartwheels and racing around. When she was on the more mellow end of the spectrum, she would spend her time giggling as she typed at a mile a minute to someone. Curiosity wasn’t the only one interested in finding out who she had inflicted her pure, unstoppable happiness on. She tended to calm down and actually sit down when she having a bad day or when sadness had calmed her down. You could have a normal conversation with her without missing most of her words due to her talking too quickly. Her hair was dyed an electric blue to match her eyes. She’d chosen Elfie as her name.

Innocence:

Innocence is female. She seemed to have a child like fascination with everything. She was trusting and friendly. She always seemed to be dreaming about somewhere else and would never hurt anyone. She always had a deck of cards on her to show off her magic tricks. Nothing seemed to bother her as mean spirited jokes and dirty jokes flew right over her head. She didn’t bother asking and would instead go back to focusing on what she was doing before. Her mind struggled to comprehend somethings, despite being the same age as the others, it was always a struggle to connect. Her clothing was always a plain white top and blue shorts, someone would put whatever jacket they had if they had gone out when it was cold. Everything about her seemed calm and yet joyous. She had chosen Ivy on her turn.

Bravery:

Bravery is female. She stood up for everything. She was like the main character in their group of misfits, the hero in the middle of the battle. She was courageous always ready to dive into the next battle. The problem appeared when she fought until she was too badly injured. She was powerful and deadly. She always had a packet of painkillers and bandages for if she or anyone else she liked got injuries. She was good at fighting... suspiciously good up fighting. She rarely ever needed to fight, but she was willing to argue and fight for justice. Instead of mindlessly fighting, she only did it in self defense. She had light brown hair that was always pulled back into a high pony tail and soft browny reddy eyes. she wore a black top that hugged her arms off her shoulder, leggings that look like leather and high heels. She had chosen Bethany.

There we go. the complete thing. @paradoxicalpatton I’m sorry? But there.. tagged.

#preyed makes ocs #there now it has a tag.

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